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Metamorphosis Ch. 01

By: FrederickJones



We dated all through high school, as steady a couple as could be. Yet, I never got past kissing her. "I'm saving myself for my husband, Bob" is how Tina explained it. 

Sometimes going to Catholic schools instills great will power - it certainly did for her, anyway. 

"I'm going to be your husband, someday" I told her, not just as an attempt to get past that barrier, but because I really did love her. At least, I loved her as much as high school kids could love someone. 

Then came that awful day in our senior year. "Bob, I decided I'm going to become a nun. I'm going to a convent, not to college." 

Now, honestly people, just how does a love-sick 18 year old male virgin handle such a newsflash?

Very badly, as I recall. Needless to say, we didn't even talk to each other anymore after that. 

I took Ruth Kantolowski to the prom, and that night she taught me that not all Catholic girls were like Tina. Not by a long shot. 

God, how I missed her though, all through the rest of my senior year, all through college, and for four years after that. I made good constructive use of all that time. I dated a lot and I screwed around a lot. The women who shared my bed might have wanted more. I wanted Tina. They were just surrogates for the girl I really wanted there, and really, when I rammed into them, I was in my mind just grudge fucking Tina.

The good thing was these women usually knew much more about sex than I did, and were willing teachers, too. "Touch me there - a little softer, oh, yes, like that." I, on the other hand, was a willing, often eager student of all they had to teach. 

I was living on Long Island, a four hour's drive from my home town of Pottsville, PA. My life was working out just fine, I guess. I worked on the technical side of an electronic surveillance company. (Want to know where the company trucks are going? Our GPS unit kept track, and our mapping software would show their route, almost to an individual address's resolution.. Visual/Audio monitoring in a noisy convention room? Come on, give me a challenge!) 

Mom made her usual Saturday morning call (I called her on Wednesday evenings). "Bob" she said, after the usual family updates, "I've got some news for you." 

"What's up, mom?" 

"Tina left the convent. She came by to visit yesterday, and asked about you. I think she still likes you. Why don't you give her a call or something?" 

Tina? Tina! You better believe I called and right away. 

We set up a date for the next weekend. 

Tina had changed from high school girl cute into something else, way past beautiful. 10, on a scale of 1 to 10, wasn't even close. 

We started dating again during my monthly, then weekly, visits home. I was in love again. 

"Bob, honey, I'm still saving myself for my husband" she said after I pushed a little too hard one weekend. Here we go again. 

"Is it that religious crap all over again?" 

"No, honey. I even stopped going to church. It's just that I still think sex is meant for marriage." 

"Well, that's simple. Tina, will you marry me?" 

Seven months from the date she left the convent, she did just that! 

I guess I should have expected some kind of sexual problems. After all, even though she's awfully smart, anyone who had been in Catholic schools all of her life, then went joined a convent for eight years before deciding that being a nun wasn't the life for her could be expected to have at least a few sexual hang-ups.

And, boy, did she ever have 'em. 

She was so shy it was coming close to us breaking up.

Again. 

Even AFTER we were married. 

She would always undress in the bathroom, and came to bed wearing stuff my grandmother would have worn: nothing at all sexy.

And speaking of sex: it was as about dull as dishwater. Cold, greasy dishwater.

It HAD to always be done in the dark and ONLY be done in the dark, and although it might have been "the highest form of expressing love" as she'd say, it sure wasn't erotic. Or anything even close. After a while, having my wife lie passively on her back, not moving, not responding to anything I was "allowed" to do, and my not being allowed to do some of the things I wanted to - going down on her, having her go down on me, for example - was becoming a huge problem. Think about it.

The sex really sucked, but you can bet nobody else did.

I actually told her, after yet another one-sided intercourse session, that " I love you more than anything Tina, but, frankly, you're really, really lousy in bed! It's almost like jerking off with no hands!" 

Oh yeah, THAT went over well. Well, she was already crying so I decided to go on with it. How much worse could it get? 

I told her I wanted more than she could seem to give in the bedroom! A lot more! I was so frustrated I then went on to tell her just how good some of the other women I screwed around with were while she was still in the convent. I made sure I covered all the bases and even made some stuff up. I made sure she knew in no uncertain terms just how much of a failure she was in the bedroom and just how much I resented it! Oh yeah, I let her have it all. Both barrels. Full volume. I was a real he-man. You would have been proud of me. I was horny and frustrated and she was obviously the cause of all my troubles, including global-warming and I felt she should suffer!

Surprisingly, she didn't take this well at all. 

She sort of collapsed in on herself in tears and cried piteously for hours.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I'm a rat. I'm scum. I'm slime. And even that's probably unfair to the real scummy, slimey rats of the world. I probably owe them an apology, too.

She cried herself to sleep that night. As for me, I don't think I slept at all. The next morning we agreed to get some professional help. 

Talk therapy didn't work for either of us. Neither of us were willing to use prescription pyschotropic medications, either. 

"Sexual inhabitions are often a problem. Maybe 'flooding' would work, it does sometimes" Dr. Spann suggested. 

He explained that flooding meant exposing the subject to an overwhelming stimulation of a phobia, in a safe environment. Once that was done, in some cases at least, 

the phobia was controlled. It could lead to a breakthrough, if Tina wanted to change. I, on the other hand, could take sometime to reduce my own sex drive. 

"Maybe something like that would make me less ashamed of my body, more willing to do what you want me to. I hope we can find a way. . ." 

There had to be a way. I, I mean we, couldn't go on like this.

"If you trust me, I think I know how we can beat this thing" I assured her. 

"I do trust you." 

The following Saturday - it was July - I told her we were going to Fire Island for swimming and a picnic. 

We went to Robert Moses State Park. We parked our car in the lot closest to the lighthouse and I insisted we walk east. 

Finally we came to my destination, a nude beach - something Tina had never seen before. 

"But they're all naked!" 

"Yep" and I put down our pack, and spread out the blanket. 

"Here? You want to stay here?" 

"Yep." 

She watched, open mouthed, as I stripped, wearing only sunglasses, and lay on my belly, for obvious reasons. 

"Your turn." 

"I can't. . . I can't. . ." 

"Tina, if we can't get through this thing, I don't know what I'm going to do. I really can't deal with it anymore. I love you, I really do,but I will not go through life married to a woman who doesn't enjoy sex and who is so shy even her own husband can't even look at her body. This is flooding and it's still your turn. Now strip!" 

She lay on the blanket, pulled the towel over her, and somehow squirmed out of her clothing, holding back tears as she did. 

"Lay down!" 

She did, on her belly. 

"I'm so ashamed. . ." 

"Don't be. You're not the only woman on this beach. Lots of people are naked here." 

We lay for a while, me, ass hanging out, exposed, with an erection (why?) poking into the sand, and Tina, also on her belly, covered with a towel, on her blanket. 

She lay very still, pretending to be asleep whenever anyone walked by. I knew, though, she watched men, some nude, and women, also some nude, go to and from the water, enjoying themselves. 

"See, it's not so bad, is it?" I asked after an hour. 

"No, I guess not" she responded, her voice not quivering so much anymore. 

I noticed she had moved the towel covering her so it exposed her back. I could actually see part of the side of her breast! In broad daylight! A real first! 

"How long do you want to stay here?" she wanted to know. 

"A just little more, honey: I want you to get to be proud of how nice your body is!" 

And besides, it had me as turned on as I could be. I DID NOT want to stand up! 

I saw a group of three guys, fully clothed, probably just in their early 20's walking towards us. It was one of the problems with this beach - voyeurs of either sex came by, to ogle at the bodies. Hell, I had done it myself. 

"Tina, do you see those guys coming?" 

"Yes." 

"Tina, take the towel off of your body." 

"Bob, I couldn't. . ." 

I rolled over and sat up, and took it off her, and used it to wipe perspiration from me. 

We both watched, her on her belly, me sitting, as the three men came closer, altering their path so they'd walk within ten feet of our feet. I saw one nudge the other, as they looked at the pale body, the pale ass, of my wife, as they walked by. 

Then, they were gone. 

"Bob, how could you do that to me?" 

"Honey, we're going to beat this shyness once and for all. We're flooding, like Dr. Span said. It'll work." 

She was sobbing a little, laying there, looking at me, but after a few moments the tears slowed and then stopped. She looked again at me: the towel couldn't quite hide the fact I was aroused. 

"You're enjoying this!" 

"Yeah, I am. I don't often get the chance to look at your body, and I don't think any other guy here has seen it either. We're ALL enjoying it! You might want to get used to that, besides, it's therapy." 

"Some therapy. You get excited while I get embarrassed!" 

"You've got a nice body, honey, be proud of it. I'm proud of it, and I like you showing it off." 

"Yeah, I see you're getting off on it!" 

She knew, and I confirmed her suspicions. "Yeah, maybe I am a little. It's nice to actually *get* horny over something you're doing once in a while!" 

She turned away from me, obviously stung by what I'd said. But you know, I was mad enough and horny enough so that I just didn't much care. 

I watched as the threesome, off in the distance, turned, and began walking back. 

"Tina, those three guys are coming back." 

"So, I guess you want them to get another look at me." 

"Yeah, I do. Show them more this time!" 

"Bob, I can't do that!" 

"I want you to show them everything this time. You've got to get over this shyness, damn it! So do it!" 

They came closer, and again left walking the water line so they'd pass closer to us. 

I rolled on my belly, watching them, my eyes still concealed by sunglasses. Tina had her eyes shut tightly. 

They were twenty feet away. 

"Damn it, Tina, roll over NOW!" 

And she did. She rolled over, her arms at her sides, just as the guys were at the foot of our blanket. 

"Oh, hi" one of them said, looking at legs, pubic hair, vagina, breasts. . . the whole enchilada, as they say. 

"Hello" Tina replied, in a soft voice, seeing them, stare at her. 

I couldn't help it. As they watched, my own erection became demanding, and untouched, I ejaculated as quietly as I could, shooting semen onto my blanket. 

And then they were gone. 

"Okay, that's it, we're leaving now." She wasn't asking. That was a demand. 

Tina began dressing, and couldn't help noticing the stain on the blanket under me as I got dressed, too. 

We gathered our stuff, and walked to the car. It was a long silent trip back home, and a silent walk into our house. 

I went to the bathroom, and came out to find Tina on the bed. 

Naked. 

In the middle of the day!

??????? 

"Maybe now you'd like to see what those guys saw, and do what they wanted to do. What I think you wanted them to do. You want to?" 

Did I ever! 

"And maybe", she said, as I mounted her, "Maybe you can tell me what was so exciting when you watched those guys looking at me that you shot your semen all over the blanket." 

I couldn't explain my excitement to her right then. Not even to myself. 

She changed, after that, into a more willing sexual partner, still not a really good one, but better than before. And after all, there's more to a marriage than sex. 

Well, there IS. 

But there was still a lot of tension over what I had said to her about her not being very good at sex before we went for help, and for what I wanted her to do on the beach. That wasn't going to go away anytime soon I could tell.

All of which finally leads us to the real part of this story. 

We bought a house in Northport, Long Island, New York. For those of you who live elsewhere, it works like this: a three bedroom raised ranch, real estate taxes of $7800 a year, electrical power bills of $300 a month! The house itself cost about $425,000. 

We decided to put in a one bedroom furnished apartment. Her snowbird parents would use the apartment in the summer, and we would rent it furnished, including linens, almost like a hotel suite, to short term tenants the rest of the year. Because it was for parents, some nasty zoning restrictions about rentals in Northport were overcome. 

The short term rental was a great idea, too. People who were transferring here needed a place to live until they found permanent housing. Professionals, visiting scientists at one of the nearby research institutions (Cold Spring Harbor Labs, Brookhaven National Labs, or the like) would pay $4000 a month or so rent for a furnished apartment if that price included the costs of a professional service coming by a couple of times a week to clean and change linens, too. 

Since our house is on a bit of a hill (most of Northport is hilly ) one whole side of the basement is above ground. The apartment, with its private entrance, and patio, was really just right for a professional needing temporary quarters. 

Finally, after a bunch of weekends' work, the apartment was ready for a tenant. 

Tina told me about Betty, one of her co-workers, who had just separated from an abusive husband. She needed a short term place to live. She'd be an ideal first tenant. 

Betty moved in with a two month lease at a discounted rental. It was a trial run for us. 

It didn't take very long before we knew Betty was getting her 'social life' back together. We watched a stranger leave our driveway in his car on a Sunday morning, after being downstairs all night. 

"I wonder what she does with them down there?" Tina wanted to know.

"You gotta be kidding."

"No, really." 

"She fucks them!" I told her. 

"Oh. You know,I kinda wish I knew just how she goes about that: maybe I'd learn something." 

"You can't be serious. Are you?" 

"Yeah, I am." 

For God's sake. My business is security - I have cameras that look like six inch long dowels. I could video-bug that apartment in a heartbeat. 

I told her so, and asked "Is that what you want? Remember, her lease's up in a week." 

"I don't know. Maybe it would help. Could you do it so she wouldn't know?" 

That would be child's play. 

Now, being in the business I'm in, I of course knew that there were some serious legalities involved here. On the other hand, being as horny as I usually am, I found it no problem to overlook those serious legalities. Hey, you're not in trouble if you don't get caught, right? 

That afternoon, when Betty was at work, I installed a camera in the living room, and another in the bed room. It was easy - the hvac ducts in the ceiling were ideally positioned, and I could run the cables out to my shop, and then A/B switch them to the cable TV serving our bedroom. Some wireless audio pickups finished the job. 

They went to a receiver that talked to a really fast noise reduction software program. (One of our engineers used to work on designing sonar software. Picking voices out of noise is easy compared to finding a submarine.) 

What a disappointment! The first night we saw her go into the bathroom - why do people close bathroom doors when they're home alone? - and come out dressed in pajama's. 

That was repeated the second night. 

The third night I was happy to see a strange car in the driveway. We went to our bedroom, and watched what I hopefully called channel 30. You know, XXX. 

Our unkowing stars spent the time packing her stuff into boxes. At their bedtime we watched two people finally light a couple of candles in the bedroom, undress each other, and Helen went down on her date/helper. Soon they were screwing, and after that we saw them hug, kiss, and turn off the light. Ah, technology - the cameras worked in very low light environments. Betty and her cock-bearing helper rolled over, and went to sleep! 

Tina, finished watching channel 30, rolled towards me, and insisted on hugging, 

that changed to caressing, 

and kissing, 

so that, before too long, my hands were under her nightgown, holding her buttocks, and she found my groin, and a rapidly hardening penis, 

and then her nightgown was taken off, and my pajama's, too, 

and I was in her. 

Her hands were on my hips, helping me with each thrust, and her eyes were closed, and I suspected - no, I knew - that she was thinking about what we watched only minutes earlier. My movements became uncontrolled, then my control went non existent, and I erupted, pushing hard into her. 

After we both recovered, and were in each other's arms, and were falling asleep, I heard her whisper. . . 

"I was imagining what it would be like to be like Betty, to do some of the things she does. That's bad to think about, isn't it?" 

I knew what she meant, and it wasn't! 

I couldn't help planting a seed for the idea I had. "Think about this," I told her. "Think about what it would be like to have a man with you in bed, a new man, a stranger. Think about what it would be like to feel this stranger's cock in your hand, and to feel it pushing in you, and opening you, and spreading you, and filling you up, and him coming in you, filling you with his sperm."

My words got me horny again, and her, too.

"I have been thinking about that," she said, "I'm thinking about what that would feel like. I guess I'll never know."

Maybe not, maybe she'd never know, but the idea was hot enough for us to postpone falling asleep for a while.

Finally it was time for Betty to move out. Tina, who helped Betty finish packing, had become friends with our channel 30 star. She asked Betty about her life as a new single, and repeated the stories to me. We both concluded each of them had something the other wanted. Tina's stable relationship looked unattainable to Betty, and Betty's swinging single's life style began to have a real appeal to my wife. 

. . . . . began to have a real appeal to my wife. 

Hmmm.

I thought about it. My wife wished she'd had more experience with different men. Well, well. 

And why, oh cock of mine, does that thought start to make you get hard?

Metamorphosis Ch. 01



Jack downed his second Manhattan and said, "Five hundred bucks says you can't do it." 

Frank smiled into his glass, his friend and business partner was on the way to a glorious drunk. The conversation was getting sillier every second. 

Jack signaled the bartender, pointed to his empty glass and refocused his attention on Frank. "No answer hotshot? After all, aren't you the master cocksman?" 

"Where do you get these ideas Jack?" Rob asked with some amusement. "I thought we were going to talk shop tonight?" 

Jack said, "Would you believe the television? That movie was on, 'My Fair Lady?' The one where the professor transforms the cockney girl." 

"And from that movie you got the idea for me to seduce my secretary?" Frank said with some amusement. 

"Not just seduce," Jack answered. "Seduce is too easy. I want to see you transform her; from the boring; efficient secretary to a wild animal. A woman whom you control with your mind and body." 

Rob laughed and chimed in, "The idea has merit, I think I would have a piece of that bet. It would be highly entertaining if you could pull it off Frank." 

"I think you're both nuts," Frank said. "Maybe you ought to lay off the sauce a little." 

"Not up to it huh?" Jack laughed at his pun. "We thought you were a player, a ladies man. I must admit transforming your secretary would be a tall order." 

"Maybe he isn't the stud he thought he was," Rob said, clearly baiting Frank now. "I mean she is the original ice queen. Christ, a guy's dick would freeze up and drop off if he fucked her." 

"Yeah, she's an ice queen," said Jack. "But I bet under all those loose clothes her body isn't bad. She's a little plain but not the paper bag over the head type of girl. Isn't that true Frank?" 

Frank sighed dramatically, "I never really looked that close Jack. She's my secretary and a good one at that." 

"That's the point," Jack said excitedly. "She's totally non-fuckable, much less any man transforming her into a nympho. I see why you might not want to take the bet." 

Frank was getting pissed now, "Ever hear of a little something called sexual harassment? I'm going to jeopardize everything for a bet?" 

"I must admit it would be tricky, it would take finesse. A guy would need to be clever and resourceful. He would need to seduce her, then get her so addicted to him she would be his willing slut." Rob shook his head, "No, you are right Frank. You could never pull it off." 

"Yeah," Jack agreed. "Frank has plenty of finesse in business and seduction but to actually pull off a transformation? Never!" 

His jab and sly smile hit home and Frank made his decision. "Alright wise guys, you're on! Be prepared to pay up, you're going to lose!" 

Almost immediately he wanted to cut his tongue off. What was he thinking of? Carolyn was a good secretary and a truly nice lady. The operative word was lady of course. The idea of Carolyn Walker as a wild sex goddess was too far out on a limb. 

Rob's voice broke into his musings, "We need a few rules, this isn't just 'I got in her pants' and you win. We want a total transformation. The way she looks, dresses, even acts. You unveil her at the office Christmas party on December twentieth." 

Rob laughed and started to speak but Frank cut him off. To his own amazement he heard himself say, "No worries; she will be mine; totally. When do I start?" 

"Is tomorrow too soon?" asked Rob. "Today's the ninth, that gives you a little over six weeks for this great metamorphosis." 

Six weeks to turn a rather plain women into his sex slave? Talk about your egos. Frank realized his had just reached out and bit him on the ass. How was he going to pull this off? 

*** 

Carolyn slammed the door of her brother's car and ran to the entrance of the small business where she worked. Her eyes were full of tears and she kept her head down. In the elevator she fought the urge to totally break down, if she started crying she may never stop. She didn't know how much longer she could live with Janet and Tim. Day after day of her sister reminding her that Carolyn only lived with them out of the goodness of their hearts. Of course Caro was an unpaid babysitter cum housekeeper, to say nothing of the fact that most of her salary went to them. Janet had always conveniently chosen to forget that. 

In her office she wiped her tears and tried to calm down. Routine tasks like making the coffee and booting her computer helped and soon she stopped shaking. Her work at the consulting firm was important to her, especially now. She eventually hoped to sock away enough for a place of her own but it wasn't easy. Fifteen minutes later she was back to her usual self, quiet, efficient, emotionless. Good thing, as she needed all her faculties around her when dealing with her boss. 

Franklin Thomas Bennett was a power broker, an 'A' personality all the way. His ability to exert his influence on people was one reason he was so successful in business. Along with his partners; Rob Waller and Jack Connor; they had made the small consulting firm a thriving business. Waller and Connor worked behind the scenes; but Mr. Bennett was the driving force. Oh yes, he was a human dynamo in every sense of the word. 

Caro sipped her coffee as she thought about the last week in the office, he had been different. She couldn't put her finger on it but it was almost like he was assessing her. She noticed him watching her more, seemingly sizing her up. It was disconcerting to say the least. She was perplexed because he never noticed her, she did her job and did her best to blend into the woodwork. This attention was definitely not him, he was usually wrapped up in his own world. He had quite a reputation around town, a lady-killer who consistently collected notches in his headboard. And why not? Way over six feet with a hard body; blonde hair and blue eyes; he was definitely easy on the eyes. But it was his attitude with women that set him apart, he had the knack of making each feel like they were special. Anyway his ladies always seemed to come back. Who was she kidding? Like she knew what kept his women on the string. She was definitely not in Franklin Bennett's league. 

*** 

Frank smiled to himself as he closed his office door, he had Caro thoroughly bewildered. He knew his quiet appraisals were confusing her. The last few days he had checked her out, the whole package that was his secretary. She was average; to put it bluntly; but who knew what was hidden underneath? Each time he spoke to her she colored, her eyes lowered and she seemed to lose her voice. He knew the signs well, she was attracted to him and it would work in his favor. Now was the time to put his plan into motion, to start her addiction to him. Opening his office door he watched her, her eyes were definitely red, she had been crying. 

She looked up from her desk as he approached, "Caro, I have been watching you the last few days. Is something wrong? You seem distracted and on edge. Can I help?" 

"I'm fine Mr. Bennett," she said. "I'm just a little tired I guess." 

"Is that why your hands are shaking? Why you seem on the edge of tears all the time?" 

He knew he had hit a nerve, her body language fairly screamed it out. She opened her mouth to speak; but closed it quickly. Her fingers nervously pleated a piece of paper on her desk and he pressed his advantage. 

"Look, I'm not trying to pry but you look like you need to talk. I'm your boss Caro, but I want to also be a person you can turn to if you need a friend." 

Her eyes welled and the tears began to fall. Getting a tissue he waited as she desperately tried to stem the flow. It was a lost cause, once she started she couldn't stop. 

After a few minutes she calmed and he spoke, "Get your coat, we are going to lunch." 

"No thank you, I brought my lunch. I will be fine." 

"No arguing with the boss," Frank said. "We are going to lunch." 

The trip to the restaurant was silent; she fidgeted; clearly nervous in his presence. He took her to a small upscale place he frequented. He ordered a scotch for himself and over her protests, a gimlet for her. After their order was placed, there was silence once again. 

*** 

Carolyn looked at her boss in an alcoholic daze, the drinks really packed a punch. Even in this state she realized he was scrutinizing her again. Why? What was he up to? She must admit that she was beginning to like the attention. But with his attention came all the self doubts that she had always had about herself. Hadn't she always thought of herself as a plain Jane? God knows she had been told many times by her sister how boring she was. When she married; her husband took over the mantle; taking every opportunity to cut her down. It was no surprise that Mr. Bennett's attention was so welcome. Even if it was only for a few hours she was content to bask in the glow. 

Caro realized he was speaking and shook her head to clear it. "Want to talk?" he asked. "Sometimes it helps to get it out." 

Caro was quiet for a moment before she spoke, "I'm not sure where I should begin. I'm just unhappy with my home life, and I see no way out." 

"You live with your sister and her husband, right? I remember you mentioning it once a long time ago." 

"Yes," Caro answered. "After my divorce I had no where to go and they invited me to stay with them. It was the biggest mistake I ever made, I'm unhappier now than before my divorce." 

"So you move, you find your own place. Simple." 

Caro shook her head, "No, it's not simple. I just can't seem to get enough money put away to rent my own place. I wouldn't take any alimony and my sister takes a big part of my check." 

"If you are that unhappy I would be happy to advance you some money," Frank said. 

She vehemently shook her head no, "That's okay Mr. Bennett, I will manage. Please forget I ever said anything." 

The rest of the meal was spent making small talk. Caro had a second drink and when he asked if she wanted dessert, she passed. Giggling, she said another drink would be nice but he only shook his head and smiled. His smile made her knees weak along with the drinks and she waited as he paid the bill. His arm around her waist as he helped her to a waiting cab made her tremble. The ride was a short one back to the office but to Caro it was a pleasant blur. Thankfully; Mr. Bennett took her in a side door at the office; sparing her the humiliation of walking past her coworkers. By this time she had a serious case of the giggles, coupled with an intense attraction to her boss. For the first time in her life she found herself flirting and she liked the feeling. She was playing with fire and she liked it. 

*** 

Frank watched Caro as she wandered around his office, summing up what he had to work with. Her hair was a dirty blonde which she pulled back with a large barrette but she had lovely eyes, deep set and bluish gray. He agreed with Jack's assessment of her body, unless he missed his guess the clothes hid a knockout body. With a little work she could be quite lovely. He had a challenge but he was more than capable of surmounting it. The first step was to seduce her; he just needed the right opportunity. It came quicker than he planned as she giggled and playfully spun in circles. The liquor had done a number on her and she lost her balance. Catching her before she fell, Frank pulled her to him. Her eyes were beautiful as she lifted her head to look at him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and he found himself hardening. Before she had a chance to speak, he covered her mouth with his. He felt her tense, but as he deepened the kiss her body relaxed and her arms went around his neck. He felt a slight compunction about what he was about to do but he quickly pushed it away. 

His tongue pushed past her teeth and he felt her surrender to his kiss. Pulling the barrette from her hair he wound his fingers in the soft locks. Her soft moan was all he needed to hear, he picked her up and carried her to the sofa. Looking in her eyes he saw passion, mixed with a sadness that pulled at his heart. As his fingers went to the buttons on her blouse, she shook her head. It was half-hearted at best and Frank never stopped. Her bra was plain and white but her breasts were perfect. Neither too big or too small, they fit perfectly in his palms as he cupped them. Pushing the top of her bra down, he let his tongue roam over her nipples. He heard her gasp as he sucked lightly on each one, nibbling and pulling on each with his teeth. His mouth moved lower, his lips skimmed her stomach as his hands pushed her skirt up over her hips. 

Caro made one more feeble protest as he pulled her panties and hose off but he shushed her. Frank ran his thumbs down the sides of her pussy, smiling as she arched under his touch. He ran his finger up her slit, moving slowly through the soft brown curls. She was his now, to do with as he pleased. Putting his hands under her ass, he buried his head between her thighs. She cried out as his tongue found her clit and circled it. The taste and smell of her incited him and he pulled her close, letting his tongue dive deep into her body. Her fingers clutched at the sofa as she arched under his mouth. He reveled in her moans and redoubled his efforts, pulling lightly on her pussy lips. He felt her shudders as he flicked her clit and he knew she was close to her orgasm. As he rocked his mouth on her pussy he felt her stiffen, her wild moans echoed in the quiet room as she came in a series of unending spasms. 

Two more times he brought her to orgasm with his lips and fingers, making her beg for more. Later after she had fallen asleep, Frank smiled at the sight of her. The effects of his lovemaking coupled with the liquor had left her in a state of dishabille. Her hair was askew, cheeks rosy, her legs open and wet with her own juices. Frank's cock was throbbing, threatening to burst from his pants. He needed relief himself and standing over her, he unzipped his pants. Pulling his cock out, Frank jerked himself off over her body. It was incredibly erotic and he came harder than he had in a long time. His cum covered her belly and pussy and he smiled as he covered her with a small throw and turned out the office lights. This promised to be one bet he was going to enjoy winning.



Metamorphosis Ch. 01



This is my first contribution to Lit and I hope that you enjoy it. I have more chapters ready, so if this is received well, I'll post more soon. Thanks for reading and I'd love to receive feedback of any sort, good or bad. Thanks!

Xayna

*

Once every millennium, a phenomenon occurs that can't be explained by science or reason. Those who have dedicated their lives to finding the cause of this mystery have died unhappy and unfulfilled. Neither through magic nor science can this event be predicted or created, despite the multitudes that have tried. Slowly, it falls into the realm of myths and legends, children's stories to be repeated at bedtime where their wild imaginations carry it into their dreams. Eventually, fantasy becomes reality and no one is prepared.

*

I laid down on the floor of the dull, gray colored cave where my parents and I lived. It was one of the larger caves in the mountain and gave the three of us plenty of room to maneuver, even though my parents were both over thirty-five feet long.  

I moved my limbs and extended my wings, stretching my aching muscles. Terrik-elda, my mentor, had worked me hard today, drilling me with facts about the Great War while sparring with me. Every time I got a question wrong, he would hit me in the head with his tail. No matter how hard I tried, I could never really sneak in a blow; he blocked me with ease. It was like he could anticipate my every move.

I made a rumbling noise in frustration. I remembered much about the Great War even if I couldn't answer all of his questions. It was fought between two groups of dragons that disagreed on how the construct, or dragon society, should be run. One group thought that only males should be allowed to be Elders, the leaders of the construct, and the other thought that females were as important as males. At first, the leaders of both groups engaged in heated discussions. As time wore on, the discussions became violent and more people began taking sides. Most of the older dragons were against women as Elders. The system had worked for many millennia; why change it now? The younger dragons, however, believed that everyone should be able to speak their minds. Female dragons were just as important as male dragons, the radicals said. Everyone was equal.

They fought for a century, nearly killing off the entire race. Finally, Nargoth, the leader of the radicals, asked for peace between the two groups. The radicals would leave and find their own land to live off of and the ones who didn't want to change could stay where they were at and live like they always had. A compromise was struck and the radicals moved to the mountains where I lived now.

Eventually, new radical groups arose to fight against new issues but, having learned from the Great War, they argued their points and when the perceived problems wouldn't change, they would form new settlements. There were five constructs in existence. Each construct had their own laws and ways of governing their people, but each construct acknowledged and lived with their differences in opinions. If young ones needed to find mates, they would travel to the other constructs and meet the other dragons their age in hopes of finding someone to spend the rest of their lives with. Sometimes, dragons had trouble adapting to the different laws set forth by the different constructs, but most mates were able to accept their new construct without much trouble.

As I was mulling over my day, my best friend, Taldon, flew into the cave. I tucked my wings in, rolled onto my back, and spread out again. I laid my head on the floor, relaxing my muscles as best I could.

"What are you doing?" Taldon asked through our Link. Dragons' range of vocal noises was too limited to use a spoken language, so we had been given the gift of Links by Doag the Creator, the spirit who created dragons. Dragons could speak to each other through our thoughts by forming Links between one person or multiple people. Each individual learned at a young age to guard their thoughts so that they didn't spew what they were thinking into the minds of all of the other dragons who were in range to hear. They also learned to form Links with individuals so they didn't have to be heard by everyone who was near them.

"I am resting," I replied tiredly. "Terrik-elda was terrible today. He worked my mind and my body at the same time. I am physically and mentally exhausted."

Taldon sent amusement through our Link. Normally, it was considered rude to send emotions or feelings through Links, but with close friends or family it was acceptable. I snorted.

"You think it's funny, but you wait. Terrah-elda will do the same to you." Terrah-elda was Taldon's mentor and she made him work just as hard as Terrik-elda made me work. "What did you do today?"

"Terrah-elda took me hunting," he said proudly. "She educated me on several different ways to kill and had me practice on multiple animals. We gave the excess meat to Kaleel-elda and Nella-elda because they are weak and unable to hunt. She said I did very well." I lifted my head and saw Taldon standing beside me, his head held high.

Taldon was an attractive male. His scales were dark blue, although they hadn't gained the shiny quality that signaled adolescence or adulthood. He was built for flying; his body was narrow and lean, but he was well muscled and strong. His eyes and the barb at the end of his tail were several shades lighter than his scales.

"We should go to the lake," he suggested. "You could cool off and I could splash around for a bit."

I agreed and he sped off, leaving me to follow behind him. I slowly stood on all four feet and made my way out of the cave. "I'm not going to move that quickly," I told him. "I'm tired and sore. You may go as fast as you please, but I'm going to go at a leisurely pace and arrive in my own time."

He decided that the best solution to this problem was to fly in circles around me. He kept up a constant stream of chatter about the animals he killed and the way in which he killed them. He told me that for his first time, he was very quick. The animals didn't have to suffer long, which was good because to our people, making the beasts suffer before we killed them was shameful and defied Ranna the Huntress, the patron spirit of hunting and killing. She commanded us to be swift in our killing and we took that very seriously. Those who disobeyed found themselves ostracized by their construct or worse, visited by Ranna herself, who was never pleasant to deal with.

When we arrived at the lake, Taldon dived into an area far from land and caused a great splash. I studied my reflection in the still water, peering intently into my own eyes. They were bright green, a shade or two lighter than my scales. I was long and lean, much like Taldon, except with more feminine curves and sharper features. The barb at the end of my tail was the same color as my eyes and my wings matched my scales. I was about twenty-feet long, which was small for a dragon. I was only seventeen years old, though. I still had much time to grow.

I dipped my nose into the water, obscuring my reflection. I lowered myself into a shallow area, slowly moving around so I could lay my head on a large, flat rock protruding from the water. Taldon came up for air right beside me, splashing water over my face and into my eyes. I glared at him and blew a steady stream of smoke from my nose. I growled at him warningly and closed my eyes again.

"Aw, Xayna, come on. Have a little fun! Don't you want to swim at least a little bit?" I opened one eye and looked at him with as serious of a face as I could muster.

"No."

He nudged my head with his nose and dived back underwater, swimming to the other side of the lake. I heard him emerge from the water and when I opened my eyes, I saw him flying straight up in the air, obviously intending to dive back down and create a huge splash. I rolled my eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to relax my aching muscles.

Taldon did, in fact, dive back into the water. Waves washed over me, almost submerging my head several times. Instead of glaring at him like I wanted to, I laid without moving or reacting. My friend came swimming up to me, saying, "Xayna! Did you see that? Wasn't that cool? The water went really far into the air."

Taldon flopped down beside me, causing the water around me to ripple. "Okay, okay." He laid his head next to mine. "You're tired. I get it. So, what are you thinking about?"

I took a large breath in and exhaled slowly, a steady stream of air leaving my nostrils. "Not a lot, to be honest. My eighteenth birthday is four months away. I know my parents are planning something spectacular, but I'm not sure what yet. I know eighteen is when we move from childhood to adolescence, but I don't see why it's such a big deal. I mean, I'm still a very, very young dragon."

"It's mostly just a tradition," Taldon explained. "It started back when the Changelings were abundant. You remember Changelings, right? The dragons that turn into humans? From what Terrah-elda says, they always Changed for the first time on their eighteenth birthday. Since then, we've celebrated our eighteenth birthdays in hopes that we will have another Changeling."

I pondered what he told me. "I wonder why Terrik-elda hasn't explained this to me, yet, what with my birthday coming up."

"Maybe he didn't think it's important," he suggested. "I mean, it's not like you're going to be a Changeling or anything. We haven't had one in over a millennia."

"Yeah, you're right. Tomorrow I think I'm learning more about magic, but I'm not sure. Terrik-elda has been hinting at it for several weeks now so I'm really excited to know what he's going to tell me."

"Just don't get your hopes up too much," Taldon warned. "I don't want you to get disappointed if the information is less interesting than you were expecting."

"You're such a downer," I complained. "Can't you let me be excited for a while?"

"I can," he said seriously, "but it's the duty of a good friend to keep their friends from getting disappointed or hurt."

"I suppose," I conceded. "Let's go back. I'm sure my parents are expecting me by now."

*

"What did you learn today?" my mother asked, lying down in front of me. We were back in our home cave and I had taken some time to take a short nap. When Mother came home, I woke up and walked around the cavern, stretching my tense muscles. Mother rested her golden head on her front feet and blinked slowly at me. "I met Terrik after your mentoring this afternoon and he said you weren't very focused."

I growled in annoyance and sat on my haunches. "Yeah, it's hard to be focused when you're being pelted with questions about the Great War while sparring with someone who is infinitely better than you," I grumbled. "I knew the answers, but it was hard to think of two things at once."

"You must concentrate," Mother replied sternly. "I know that it is difficult for you, but this is good practice. When you try to become a full-fledged member of the construct, you must spar verbally as well as physically. You will be taunted and barraged with questions while being tested on your ability to fly and fight. Terrik is preparing you in the best way possible."

I groaned unhappily. "Yes, I know."

"What do you know about the Great War?" my mother inquired. She and Father were constantly asking me to repeat my lessons, so her question didn't come as a surprise. She blinked her amber colored eyes expectantly.

I listed off the facts that my mentor had drilled into my head repeatedly. When I was finished, I sat quietly, thinking over what I had just rattled off.

Mother surprised me by asking, "What is your opinion of the events that transpired?" Usually, my parents were happy that I had learned the information; they weren't normally concerned with my thoughts or opinions. I had to contemplate the information for a moment before I could reply.

"I believe that the old ones were wrong to think that females didn't have a place within the Elders. Sometimes, females have insights that males do not and our opinions are highly valuable. I also think that Nargoth could have come to the compromise without going to war, but maybe that was necessary. The war taught us that we must be civil and that large-scale fighting against each other is not the way to solve our disputes."

Mother sent pride through our Link. "I'm glad you can see that. I'm pleased with your answer."

Just then, Father flew in through the mouth of our cavern. He beat his dark brown wings twice before floating gracefully to the floor. He had a broad body and was well muscled for labor, although his mind was especially sharp and astute, even for a dragon.

"I talked to the Elders," he announced. I had forgotten that the Elders had called my father to talk to him about his and my mother's work as ambassadors to his home construct in the Dutta Mountains. My parents had been given time off of their duties to raise me, but since I was reaching adolescence, the Elders had been contemplating sending my parents to maintain peaceful ties and to bring back news.

"What did they say, darling?" my mother inquired.

"They want us to leave shortly after Xayna turns eighteen. Apparently, there have been births there as well and the Elders want us to congratulate them and see whether they would be suitable mates for Xayna or Taldon. Of course, Xayna and Taldon may find that they suit each other perfectly," my father goaded. He and Mother were constantly teasing me good naturedly about mating with Taldon, knowing full well that Taldon and I were only going to be close friends. "However, if that is not the case, we must give them more options to choose from."

I rolled my eyes. "I think it's a wonderful idea. Taldon is not my mate," I said pointedly. "So I would like to meet others. I realize that it could mean decades of courtship in another construct, but I do not want to live my entire life alone." I attempted to keep my voice light and not serious, but my parents could see through my attempt easily. They knew that I feared living a life of solitude.

"You will not die alone," Father reassured me, walking over to where I was sitting. He pressed the side of his face against mine and hummed deep in his throat. "I promise that your mother and I will do our best to help find you a suitable companion."

I closed my eyes and relished the moment. My father pulled away and I looked into his dark brown eyes. "Thank you," I said sincerely. "I appreciate that with all of my heart."

"Yes," my mother agreed. "We will do all that we can to ensure your happiness."

After a long pause in conversation in which Father walked over to where Mother was laying and laid down beside her, I decided to break the silence.

"What are we doing this evening?" I asked, looking back and forth between my parents.

"We thought we'd take you to socialize," Mother replied, her eyes twinkling. "There is going to be a ceremony honoring Telesia. Do you remember who she is?"

"Yes. She is the patron spirit of magic and music. If there is a ceremony, that means lots of voices participating in the music. If the music is strong, then there will be much magic in the air." I paused, sending my nervousness through our Link. "Are you sure I'm ready for that? I mean, what if I get carried away?"

"That's the point," my father informed me. "You're supposed to get carried away in the music. It is to remind us to feel joy and happiness and to thank Telesia for the magic that she allows us to use. Your mother and I will be right next to you and if we think you're in danger of becoming too influenced, then we will take you home. However, we think this will be good for you."

"I'll go," I said uncertainly. "But I want you to keep a very close eye on me."

I felt my parents' amusement and was comforted by it. If they're amused at my concern, I thought. Then that must mean that they think there is nothing to fear. I relaxed slightly, but didn't let my guard down completely. I was still very young and new to the world; the effects that the ceremony would have on the older dragons would be intensified several times over on me.

"When does it begin?"

"The sun is getting low in the sky," Mother replied. "We should leave now so that we can find good places to stand."

My father agreed and we left immediately.

*

The cavern where the ceremony was to be held was large and only partially natural. Our construct had to have a place where all of us could gather together for important meetings and ceremonies, so when our numbers grew to be too large to house in the cavern, our strongest and most able-bodied melted the stone and dug through the dirt to create enough space for us all. It took great skill and strength to keep the cavern from collapsing in on itself.

My parents and I were among the first to arrive as the sun had just set and the ceremony wouldn't start until the moon was high in the sky. We positioned ourselves nearly halfway between the entrance and where the choir would stand. We talked amicably as our neighbors and friends entered, passing us to stand in circles around the center of the cave.

"Do you know if Taldon and his parents are coming?" I asked my parents after a long visual search through the cavern to find my friend and his family.

My parents exchanged a look and what appeared to be a short conversation before my mother answered. "He and his parents aren't coming tonight. They thought it would be best to go over what Terrah has been teaching him." I understood what my parents weren't saying; Taldon's parents didn't think he was ready to be near such strong magic. I knew that Taldon would be angry when he found out that I was at the ceremony tonight, but I hoped his anger wouldn't be directed at me.

Suddenly, most of our construct entered the cavern at once. I was jostled by the dragons coming in and when I finally was allowed to stop, I found I was in the closest ring to where the choir was now assembling. I tried to back out and move around to get to my parents, but I was stuck. I was unable to open my wings enough to fly above the assembled crowd and when I reached out with my mind to establish a Link with my parents, I couldn't find them.

I panicked. I stuttered to the people around me, trying to tell them that I needed to get out, but they wouldn't listen. One male even said, "You're here now. You might as well stay and enjoy the show."

I stood, dumbstruck. I had been so nervous and now I had no way out. I lowered my head until my nose hit the floor and sent a silent prayer to Talesia. Please, I pleaded. Please let me stay sane during this ceremony.

Slowly, a low hum entered the cavern. The choir was humming notes with their vocal chords as well as humming through our Links. A calm serenity filled the chamber and I felt my worries being washed away. The humming intensified and got louder, the sounds echoing off the walls and bouncing back into our ears.

Gradually, I became more and more comfortable. This isn't so bad, I thought. This is really quite nice. I let my guard down, bit by bit, until I was completely relaxed and immersed in the music. Almost without my noticing, the mood changed from calmly pleasant to excited and hyper. The air buzzed with sound and emotion. I became unaware of my surroundings as I closed my eyes and listened to the music being created by my people.

My body vibrated all the way to my bones and I felt myself become lighter than air. I added my voice to the symphony and my head spun with elation. Pressure built in the pit of my stomach until I thought I would explode. The voices got louder and the feelings in my body intensified until I thought I would die. Suddenly, I felt myself burst with the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. My whole body sang with the wonder of it. I voiced my ecstasy by letting out the loudest sound I could possibly make: a roar that could shake the walls. I felt a torrent of fire explode from my mouth, searing the air around me.




Metamorphosis Ch. 01



I stayed in that place of pure ecstasy for what seemed like a lifetime. Music swirled inside my head until I no longer had my own identity. I was the music and the tension in the air.

I felt rather than heard the hum of the music fading. I wished for it to stay, but I knew that every song had an ending, so I let it go peacefully. I felt the ground beneath my feet and slowly became aware of myself and that there were no bodies pressed up against me anymore. I opened my eyes and looked around.

I was in the middle of the circle, the choir surrounding me on all sides. I turned slowly, looking into each dragon's eyes individually. Several people brought their right front feet forward and touched them with their noses in the gesture of deepest respect.

What on this giant mountain are these people doing? I wondered to myself. Why are they acting like this?

I reached out gently with my mind to the closest person I could find and felt them flinch away at the contact. I pressed on until I found a dragon willing to create a Link with me.

"What happened?" I demanded. "Why are they bowing to me?"

"Child, you've been touched by Telesia," replied Nella-elda, a voice that I recognized. "Your parents should be the one to give you the memory."

I craned my neck around to find my parents, but they were nowhere in sight. Instead of calling out for them, I walked toward the mouth of the cavern and was going to push my way through the crowd, but I found that they parted readily for me. I made my way to the back of the crowd where I found my parents waiting for me. When they saw me, they rushed forward and touched their noses to various parts of my body, apparently checking to make sure I was still intact.

"We were so worried," Mother said, touching one of my neck spikes.

"We were terrified when you rose into the air," Father added, nudging one of my forelegs.

"Then you started glowing," Mother continued, resting her cheek against mine. I could feel the stares of a multitude of inquisitive eyes.

"We didn't know what to do. How do you feel?" Father also finished his prodding and laid his face against mine.

I took a moment to take stock of my body and my mind before replying. "I feel wonderful," I told them honestly. "I have never felt better. My body is strong and my mind is clear." I paused for a moment, and when neither of my parents said anything, I asked, "What exactly happened?"

Mother and Father backed up and looked at each other. "I'll show you, if you'd like," Mother offered. I accepted and she transferred the memory to me.

Dragons who are trying to get as close as they can to the choir are bumping into me, moving me this way and that. I stand firmly and hold my ground, thinking, Why must they be so rude? Finally, everybody is situated and I reach out to reassure Xayna, but I cannot find her. I look at where she is supposed to be standing, but she has disappeared. I crane my neck, trying to see where she is at. She must be nervous and scared. I try to push through the rows of dragons, but they won't budge. "Xayna!" I call out to her, but receive no response.

The choir begins their music and I return to stand next to my mate. "I can't find her," I tell him with worry coloring my words. "I've looked for her, but I can't find her."

"Don't worry," Roma says gently. "She'll be fine. She may get a little carried away, but I trust our brothers and sisters enough to keep her safe."

My worries are abated slightly as the humming grows louder. I listen to the music and marvel at how beautiful it sounds. As the music crescendos, a bright light appears in the middle of the cavern. I recognize the magic and join my voice with the others to help intensify its beauty. The light begins rising, slowly moving above the heads of the dragons.

Inside the light is a small dragon. "It's Xayna!" I shout to Roma. "That's Xayna in the light!" I feel fear and I want my child to be safe.

"She's in the protection of Telesia now. She will not be harmed." My mate's reassurances don't help me to feel any less anxious or nervous.

Xayna begins to spin slowly. The light burns brighter as the music becomes louder and more intense. My daughter is painful to look at; the magic around her hurts my eyes. The light suddenly shoots out, a wave of heatless fire spreading through the cavern. Xayna releases a torrent of fire from her mouth and lets out a deafening roar. She stops spinning and is lowered to the ground as the music fades and her light diminishes when the humming stops completely.

Mother pulled the memory away and I sat down, dumbfounded. What I had just seen was amazing and I was astounded that it had happened to me. I was right to be worried when I came in; the magic was overpowering for me. However, the sensations were so pleasing that I didn't regret attending at all.

"I don't know what to make of this," I told my parents. "I need some time to think."

They understood and suggested that we return home. I quickly agreed and we departed, leaving the excited stares behind us.



Metamorphosis Ch. 01: The Glistening Tip



The following is a true story although the names have been changed. If you don't like the idea of cheating girlfriends/wives, please don't read on. This is my first story, and I thought it would be best narrating something that I experienced and keep thinking about.

*****

Mark is the sort of boyfriend everybody wished they've had, until they realised that they've had enough of him. And, like most of his former girlfriends, I was starting to have had enough. Well, my case was a little different. I didn't actually hate anything about him. In fact, I loved most things about him. What I couldn't stand was his choice of company; whether it was that skank, Tina, who was constantly trying to get a hand down his pants, or his obnoxious ex-roommate, Jim, who was always trying to get his hands down mine. 

The problem was that I loved mark too much and couldn't tell him to stop hanging out with very same people he grew up with. And the more I loathed them, the more they seemed to get close to me. In the last 4 years that I've been dating Mark, there must've been no more than 2 days in a row that I didn't have to see Jim. Jim practically lived in our house, emptying our fridge or hogging the couch. Then, one day, I reached the end of my fuse. 

After a gruelling day at work, all I wanted to do was get into my bath with a full glass of red wine and leave the day behind. But the moment I entered the apartment, I knew from the mess that Jim was around. What I saw as I walked into our room was enough to make me yelp in shock. There was Jim, standing buck naked on the other side of the bed right in front of the dressing table, staring at his crotch in the mirror. His right hand was a blur as he continued pleasuring himself, unaware of my presence. 

I was about to turn away and call Mark to complain about this freakshow when I suddenly noticed something very familiar. Wrapped around his bulge was what looked a lot like my favourite pair of underwear. Losing control of my anger, I finally spoke up.

"You asshole! What the fuck?!"

"I...I...I..." he stuttered, now frozen, his hand still holding the panties against his crotch while he stared blankly at me.

"What's wrong with you? Those are MY fucking things!" I shouted, still unable to believe what was happening as I involuntarily walked into the room.

"I was...just...uh...please don't tell Mark" he begged, now turning to face me.

"Tell Mark? I'll freaking kill you myself, you fucking bastard". All that rage was starting to make me feel light headed. Not wanting to let him think I was letting him off, I sat down on in front of the bed, facing him. Even though I was sitting down, my being dressed while Jim stood there naked, made him feel vulnerable and intimidated.

"Look, Jessica, I didn't mean to..." he stammered, taking a step back from me.

"Didn't mean to go through my stuff? Didn't mean to play with my panties?" I cut him off. "Give them back to me"

"What...I..." he was now in even more shock, not sure what to do.

"Give me back my fucking underwear, Jim!" I repeated, this time firmly enough for him to comply. As he reluctantly pulled the pantied away from his crotch, I finally saw what he'd been stroking. Popping out of his shaved crotch was what still is possibly the smallest penis I have ever seen. It was no more than the length of my index finger, and not very fat either. 

Grabbing my panties from his hand, I held them open with both my hands, immediately noticing the unmistakable spot of precum. Standing barely a foot away from me, his little cock was still at full mast, staring up at the ceiling, the little glistening pink head half sheathed by the taut foreskin. My rage was now being taken over by a sense of naughtiness. I finally had the chance to humiliate him, and I was going to do just that.

"Let me guess, you're a virgin?" I looked up into his eyes, intimidating him further.

"No, I've..." he replied, swallowing hard.

"Don't lie to me! You think Mark doesn't tell me anything?" 

"I mean I've done stuff..."

"You mean like that time at Andrew's bachelor party when you came in your pants from a lap dance?" I continued taunting him. "Oh yeah, Mark tells me every-thing".

Jim looked like he was about to cry, almost defeated. "Look I just want to go. I promise I'll never..."

"Never what? Jerk off? Sniff other people's panties? Jerk off in their houses? I snapped, the rage slowly coming back. 

"Please..."

"No! You're going to finish what you started. Or I'm just gonna tell Mark there's an emergency" I said, smiling at him as I watching him realised what he was supposed to do.

Probably wanting to put all this behind him as soon as possible, his hand hesitantly went back to his crotch. As he picked up pace, I leaned forward to get a closer look, only to realise that my face was now inches away from the tip of his cock. I was so close, I could not only hear the wetness that coated his cock head, I could even get the distinct smell of his precum. 

I watched intently as he held the head of his cock between his thumb and index finger, sliding the foreskin to the tip before peeling it back down against the head. A thick bead of precum could be seen oozing out of the slit. 

"Stop!" I ordered, my eyes still firmly fixed onto his cock. "Squeeze it", I said and he followed my instruction once again, pressing down firmly on the head. The sight of that blob of precum as spectacular. The way it made its way to the ground, leaving behind a silky string. I fought the temptation to lean in and lick it. "Take your hands of your cock and keep them on your sides".

Jim was now standing there like an obedient soldier. Using my feet, I pushed between his ankles and spread his legs wider. He was now standing with his legs on either sides of my knees. As I stared at his cock, I watched it twitch in anticipation of what was to come next, something only I knew.

"Did you like playing with my panties? Did enjoy the feel of the satin rubbing against your sensitive cock?" I asked teasingly, cutting him off before he could answer. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Me, so close to your cock..." I leaned in even further, my mouth barely an inch away from his cock head which could probably feel my breath on it. "...inches away from my wet mouth". I stick out my tongue which was now so close that if he even flinched, it would come in contact with the tip. "Can you picture how nice it would be if you could coat my tongue with all that thick cum of yours?"

Jim looked like he was going to have a seizure. Not only was he so turned on, he was also scared of moving, lest it look like he was trying to get me to lick him. I could tell he was about to come, judging from how high his large nuts were. More precum oozed from his swollen cock, dripping in delicious strings. 

Like a lioness, I had caught my prey, taunted it, and now I was going in for the kill. I was determined to make him blow his load with nothing but my words. Nonetheless, there is nothing like a little contact-less teasing to make this even more fun. 

"For a sleezeball, you smell surprisingly nice", I commented, leaning and taking a deep sniff along the length his cock. My mouth now millimetres away from his nut sack, I continued, "I only hope you taste as good", my breath now making his nuts tingle. With that he grunted, his hips now buckling, signalling the inevitable.

I moved back in time as rope after rope of thick, milky white semen shot out of his little cock, landing on my chin, neck and even between my cleavage. Unaided, his cock twitched as it continued to dispense a few more shot of cum, this time landing on my thighs. When it was finally over, the little thing started its slow descent to its original state, a string of cum still hanging off the tip. 

Pushing him away from me, I stood up, our eyes now at level once again. I reached out with a hand and tightly grabbed the now limp cock, feeling the wetness coating my fingers. "I'm going to go get changed. And when I'm back, I want to see you on the bed on all fours, your head on the bed and your ass facing the sky." With that, I let go of his cock and sniffed my hand as I walked away.

To be continued.



Metamorphosis Ch. 02



Tina enjoyed telling me about it. "She's been having all kinds of fun. I guess it's rebounding after a divorce or something. When she talks about romantic dinners out with strangers, then bringing them back to her place, well, it sounds so exciting and sexy. Maybe I'm jealous. She sure seems to be having a lot of fun these days." 

I offered my opinion. "She's paying a pretty high price for it, though. Divorce is rotten, and she's just making the best of a sorry situation." 

"Yeah, I know." 

" She is 'socially active', though, isn't she? I guess when your husband screws around on you, that's one easy way you can remind yourself that you're still an attractive woman," I suggested. 

"Maybe. She's already dated more guys in a single week than I did in my whole lifetime", was Tina's reply. 

"Well, you found the right man early - and twice." I shouldn't dig at her about leaving me for the convent, I know. "Are you really jealous of Betty?" 

"Sometimes. I'm jealous of all of the new men she's meeting. And of all those women you dated, for that matter." 

Tina was obviously mulling something over, and finally asked a life changing question. "Bob, I know you 'dated' - a lot while I was in the convent." 

"Yeah, Tina, I did. I'm sorry about comparing you to them. Let's not go there again, honey." 

"Bob, I know you had a couple of 'serious relationships'." 

"I probably shouldn't have told you about them." 

"How many 'serious relationships', Bob?" 

"Just a couple, you know about Barbara and Harriet." 

"Do you mean you slept with two women before you married me?" 

"No, I was talking about serious relationships, you know, where you think you might have found someone you might actually marry, serious like that. Just having sex wasn't the same as having a serious relationship in my mind." 

"So how many women DID you have sex with, Bob? That's what's I want to know." 

"I don't remember. . ." 

"Bob, everybody remembers. Now tell me, how many? Truthfully. I really want an honest answer." 

"Tina, why. . ." 

"Bob, you've never lied to me before: don't start now. How many?" 

"About twenty five." 

"Twenty five! My God, when did you start?" 

"In high school, with Ruth, right after the prom." 

"Oh." Tina's eyes filled with tears. "Well, I guess I had that one coming. Was she any good?" 

"Come on, honey, we were just kids. We didn't know anything." 

"You mean, sort of like me, now? No experience, pretty screwed up about sex, not very good at it?" 

"No, not like that: besides, I love you." 

"Well, at least tell me this. Those kinds of things you want to do. . . sexually: were you taught them by some of your partners, or did you just make them up all by yourself?" 

"Honey, please . . " 

"Bob baby, you keep wanting me to be better in bed. How am I going to I learn? Can you teach me?" 

"I don't know," I replied, "we have so many hang-ups and habits with each other now. I just don't know if I can, now." 

"I guess I was stupid, not doing anything like when I was younger, or when I came out of the convent . And, maybe that's why you act as though sex with me isn't very exciting. It's almost a chore, isn't it Bob. I don't have as much experience as some of those other women you screwed around with and I guess I never will. You'll always see me as a 'lousy fuck'! " 

This was turning into a fight. I responded "The problem is that you're very inhibited, and now you're in the habit of being inhibited with me." 

"So you 'love' me, but you'd rather FUCK all those other women?" 

My "Of course not" didn't carry any weight. Soon, we were asleep, with a physical and emotional space between us. 

I was afraid this subject wasn't closed.

And I was right. 

The next evening the conversation continued. 

"Maybe I needed more sexual experience, Bob, to be a good wife for you." 

"No. I love you for who you are, not for your sexual experience." 

"Then how come," she went on, "you ejaculated all over the blanket at the beach when those guys were looking at me at Fire Island last summer?" She would remember that! 

I still didn't have an good answer for it, either. 

But she did. "I've been thinking about it. Maybe you're a voyeur! One of those men who just likes to watch!" 

Now I was getting angry. "Well, I'd rather be that than screw around!" 

Again we went to sleep, miles apart emotionally. 

But the door was open. Our intimate moments began to include some of Tina's stories about Betty's dates, and I encouraged her to tell me more about her the kinds of experiences as a single woman she'd have wanted to have. 

By now she knew what she'd have wanted pretty well: how she would have been touched, what she would have touched, how dating progressed to long erotic weekends away. I at times became a surrogate for these imagined lovers, and at the same time all of this awakened a strong voyeuristic aspect of my own personality. Our intimate moments often became more erotic than loving, and each of us began liking that. The long silent times, as our minds thought about other people while our bodies were coupled, often ended in mutual orgasms, and then embarrassment. We are open enough so we could at least hint about, and joke about, what was on our minds while we used each other's body. 

Then another piece fell in place for us. Computer Associates, a major employer on Long Island, was in a hiring frenzy. They wanted to rent our apartment until May, at a fixed monthly rate, for executives in transit. But, it was going to remain empty for the next four weeks. Paid for, but empty until the end of January. 

I was getting more interested in being a real voyeur, and wondering what it would be like to be willingly cuckolded. When I held her, and thought about her with another guy, I got horny. 

What really gave me the courage to do more than think about being a voyeur happened between Christmas and New Years. We agreed to meet after work for dinner at Squadron 56, an interesting restaurant nearby that also is an active singles bar. We watched people meet at the bar, and I turned to her, and said "Hello, my name's Bob. What's yours?" 

My wife's very smart, and very quick. She reached for my hand, shook it, and said "Tina". 

I invited her to join me for dinner, and she told me about having just separated from her husband. After dinner she 'invited' me to follow her home for an after dinner drink. 

I had forgotten what it was like to date someone. As a married couple, we'd undress, get into night clothes, and meet in bed. As strangers, it doesn't work that way, and it was a LOT more fun. 

She 'led' me to our house, and waited while I parked the car. She took me by the hand - and we went - to the apartment! 

We started in the living room, sitting on the sofa, having a cocktail. 

And somehow, we were kissing each other. And somehow we slid from sitting, to laying beside each other, holding each other, and the kissing became more intense. 

It's been too many years since I found myself fumbling with the buttons on her dress, and far too many since I felt someone else's hand release my belt, undo a pants clasp, and move against my skin, my belly, and lower, until it found my penis. And too many since my own hand moved up a nylon clad leg, and hip, to that place where the hose ended. And then feeling skin, and soon, warmth and moisture, too. 

It was amazing and wonderful to watch as my wife, the woman I picked up, sat up and said "we really should go to my bedroom", and led me there. 

She played her role to perfection, and it excited me, aroused me, to the point where she could have asked for, or done, anything. 

We awoke in each other's arms the next morning. "Well, if you were a date, buster, you couldn't have stayed the night. That's only for 'special' men, like my husband." 

She obviously liked the game, and I liked it, too. I wanted to know how much she was really into this: could it be as much as I was? 

She answered the question indirectly, when she pointed to the hvac vents and said "Just think. The landlord might have been watching". 

We were in each other's arms, still in the bed that Betty had used not so long ago. I asked "Like we watched Betty?" 

"Yeah." 

"How is she doing, being newly single?" 

"She's still dating a lot. She hasn't found anyone really special yet, but she sure is having fun looking. She's having sex with a couple of different guys, too." 

Tina made some of the motions that told me she was still turned on Betty's activities. Good! My own cock was erect again, too, and Tina noticed that. 

There were some more kisses, and stroking and talking. 

"What would you want to do if you had been going out on dates before we got married?" A leading question. 

"I guess I'd do what Betty does." 

"You mean, date a guy a couple of times, and if you like him a little, take him home, and. . ." 

"Yeah." 

"That really excites me." 

"You don't have to tell me that" she said, her hand stroking the evidence, "Too bad I don't have stories, like Betty does, to tell you." 

I rolled on her, horny again. I couldn't help saying "maybe you should get some stories, like Betty's." 

I told you Tina was smart. "So you can get turned on by the stories or do you want to use channel 30?" she wanted to know, as I proved I was turned on, but not by the stories, but by thinking what it would look like to see someone between her legs, like I was, right then. 

At the height of that passion, her own motions became more urgent. I didn't help by suggesting a scenario. 

"Maybe this could be like flooding. Maybe you could pretend to be separated." 

Now I could feel tension in her body, and her pelvis was working in opposition to mine, meeting mine hard, then us withdrawing together, and meeting again, matching me, stroke for stroke. 

"You could pretend to live in the apartment." 

Her feet, which had been on the bed, extended, and she wrapped her legs around me. 

"And you could bring your dates back there." 

Her breath became shallow, and fast. So did mine. 

"And if you liked them, maybe you'd let them have sex with you." 

There were gasps in her breathing, now, and her legs were wrapped tightly around me, her arms, too. I wasn't exactly calm, either. 

"And, " I continued, "All the time you'd be fucking them, you'd know I'd be watching you, your every move." 

That thought, that statement, did me in, made me come: she did, too. 

After we cooled down, she had a realization. "You want to watch, like you did on the beach. . ." 

"Yeah, if you did that, sure. After all, we are married. And you couldn't fall in love or anything: you'd be just dating, and getting more experience, flooding. . ." 

As we lay there afterwards, Tina pressed the issue. "Look, don't be mad when I tell you that just then I was pretending you were someone I was dating. And I think you were thinking about what it would be like if I was, weren't you?" 

I confessed. 

She went on. "Getting married, then dating, is kind of the wrong order. So's fucking, then falling in love, or fucking, and not loving the guy. But just fucking for fun is kind of like masturbating, huh?" 

"Maybe - mutual masturbation?" 

She had an epiphany! "You WANT me to date, don't you? To do that? Even though I'm married to you?" 

I was silent. 

"Come on, big guy. 'Fess up. You want me to do that, don't you?" 

"Mmm hmmm." 

"And have sex with someone?" 

"Mmm Hmmm." 

"While you were watching? - No, SO you could watch. That's it, isn't it?" 

"Maybe. When you say it out loud like that it sounds pretty awful, but maybe." 

She wasn't angry at me when I said that. 

I continued. "And I think watching you, then having sex with you, would be the sexiest thing in the world." 

She still wasn't angry. 

"Maybe. Maybe it would be," is how the she ended the conversation. 

The next night I took a huge chance, and tried to move the idea along. I offered the whole scenario I had imagined. 

I wasn't subtle. 

"Tina, if you want to, you can act single for a while, until Computer Associates starts using the apartment next month. We could take some of your things down to the apartment, and you can pretend to live there. We'll get a separate phone number for you, and it'll ring up here, too, and you can do the things Betty does, and still be married to me. You could tell the guys you were moving out of state soon, too, so they'd know it wasn't a long term thing." 

Then we were quiet, each lost in our own thoughts, and each ashamed to talk about them. 

"Exactly what do you want me to do, Bob?" she asked. 

"You know, pretend you're divorced or separated or something. You can meet some guys, fool around and all, then break it off, because you're moving away. . I don't want you to get serious or emotional about someone else, but, like, you know, I do get turned on when I think about you dating like that. Look, when people do stuff like this they create what's called a legend. Yours could be that what we've been talking about, that you're separated, and if you need a way to break off a relationship you could say you're moving out the end of the month, maybe back home, to, oh I don't know, maybe wherever Betty came from. Use her story as your legend." 

"And you'd want to watch everything I did, huh? Everything?" 

"Yeah, I'd watch. That would have to be part of the deal. Otherwise, it would seem like you were kind of cheating." 

What a line of bullshit, and I believed it, too! 

"One other thing, Tina. Only do this if you can open yourself up to new experiences. That's really the whole point." 

OK, we all know the whole point was my being a voyeur, but it sounded good. 

We had sex - she started it - again, and again in our minds at least we had someone else in the bed with us that night. 

"I was talking to Betty about dating, how she goes about it" Tina told me the next night, after still another night of sex, instigated by her. 

"What did she say?" 

"She meets guys through the personal ads in Newsday." 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah, she talks with them a couple of times on the phone, kind of screening them. If she likes what she hears, they arrange to meet for a drink or dinner or something."

"If that goes well, she may tell them where she lives, and on the next date she gets picked up at her place." 

"So that's how it works, huh?" 

"Yeah. Here's the thing though. She told me if she likes the guy, they'll probably have sex on the third or fourth date. If she doesn't, there simply is no third date!" 

"Oh! And how often does she have a third or fourth date?" 

"Honey, she's had sex with about six guys in the last couple of months. And now she doesn't even see four of those guys anymore - what ever attracted them together wore off, and they just 'went away' with no bad feelings or anything. She's kind of serious about the other two, but so far she's mainly just having fun. Honey, she told me she was dating people within a week of placing the ad." 

"I didn't think people as old as we are (we, dear readers, were in our late 20's then) dated that much." 

"They do here, Bob." 

Well, she left it out there - it was an unasked question. 

I asked it. "Were you asking her about this because you were just curious, or were you asking her because you're thinking about, uh, doing it yourself?" 

"A little of both. Bob, I don't know anything about dating or anything, except for what Betty told me, and what we used to do." 

"I guess you'd have to start by putting an ad in the paper. Do like she does, talk to them, decide which ones you'd like to meet. You know, that part scares me. I don't want you meeting guys you really like - just guys you'd like to date a few times. Then, I guess you'd meet some guys, date a couple you like, stuff like that, stuff like Betty does." 

"You really do want me to do this, don't you?" 

"Just so long as you remember this is for fun, and you are in real life married to me, yeah, you could date them." 

"How many guys could I date?" 

"The apartment's ours for only the rest of the month. As many as you want, for the month." 

Tina likes to tease me. "Remember, honey, Betty told me that if she liked some guy, she'd bring him home on about the third date. If I thought a guy was nice, honey, and sexy, how many times could I date him, hmmm?" 

My own cock was stirring. 

She pushed through my silence. 

"Could I date them three times, Bob? Three times each?" 

Instant erection. 

"Bob, what if I wanted to date some guys who weren't like you. You know, not engineers, not 6 feet tall: as different as I could find. Would that be OK, too?" 

"Sure." 

"And if I thought some of the guys was nice, You know I would want to date them more than once." 

She didn't often touch my penis, but she had it in her hand, now, and was stoking it. 

"Yes," I agreed with her statement, and with her touching me. 

"If I wanted to, I'd probably date some of them three times." 

The magic number! 

Her hand was moving faster now. 

"Because, these days, if you date someone three times you're probably going to fuck them, Bob." 

I was very aware that my wife, an ex-nun, was masturbating me, and I could tell by her expression, really enjoying the power she had over me at that instant. 

"I'll do it, you know. I'll do it if you say I can date them three times, and screw them, Bob. . . while you watch?" 

My cock throbbed worse than it did on Fire Island. We'd just had sex, I was empty, I thought, but what she was doing, what she was saying, all felt so good. "Yes, three times. . ." I said, my penis throbbing. 

"And?" she prompted, her hand moving faster. 

"And have sex with them. . . while I watch" I puffed, watching myself ejaculate, jetting from my penis, over her hand, over her hip, to the bed, 

" I knew you'd say that." 

And we slept in each other's arms, my last thoughts were of her with someone else downstairs, and her thoughts, probably, were of exactly the same thing. 

I was out of the house before she awoke the next morning. Just as well, I didn't want to face her after last night. That's not the kind of stuff I was brought up to think about, and neither was she. Guilt and shame were a big part of that whole day. Sister Mary-Catherine would be proud. 

I got home with some "forgive us our trespasses" roses that evening. I found her at the computer writing ads. 

She wasn't insulted or angry at all, and accepted the roses with a big kiss - lots of tongue, lots of promise for the night. 

"Look!" She showed me the results of her efforts on the computer. 

"N/S WF 29 yrs, blond, 120 5-8, fit, ready for fun, not ready for a serious relationship. 

Respond with photo to box TBD or leave voice mail at extension 555-1589 extension TBD." the box number and extension number are provided by the newspaper.

So much for Sister Mary-Catherine. 

"Where did this come from?" 

"Well, it's kind of what Betty wrote." 

"Are you really going to place it?" 

"You place it for me!" 

And, we were off to bed again. 

And this husband, the next day, went to the Newsday office and placed an ad his wife wrote, for the express purpose of getting dates so she could get fucked! Does that make me a pimp? I went through the next week really distracted. 

Sure, we fucked and played around. 

"Is being a voyeur really worth being cuckolded?" she asked, more than once. 

My big head wasn't sure, but my little head had absolutely no doubts. 

During the first ten days of January Tina got 24 letters, and about as many voice mail messages. The letters were much more informative. About ten of them were hardly readable, but five were written by guys who knew who to write, and whose photos were nice enough.




Metamorphosis Ch. 02



Caro closed the front door and leaned against it with a sigh. Janet, Tim and the children were off for the weekend to visit his parents. The thought of two days alone was heaven for Caro, especially after yesterday. Her face flamed as she remembered waking in Mr. Bennett's dark office. At first she was disoriented, not sure where she was. Tossing the throw off her body; she saw her open clothes; and it all flooded back. The lunch and the drinks with Mr. Bennett; the buzz from the liquor; the ride back to the office. Sitting up she felt like she was in a state of shock. Had that really been her lying under her boss moaning as he used his tongue and fingers on her? How many times had she came? She had lost count, her alcoholic haze and his talented tongue had done their work well. 

Standing quickly, she pulled her bra back down over her breasts. Her fingers felt sticky and she lifted them, blushing furiously as she realized it was his cum. In a panic she found her panties on the floor, put her pantyhose in her skirt pocket and ran from the room. In her own office she saw it was after eight and taking her purse and coat she locked up. In the lobby; Will, the security guard; looked up from his desk and smiled. 

"Good evening Ms. Walker. Finally calling it a day? Mr. Bennett said you were working late tonight." 

"When did he leave?" Caro realized her voice was no more than a croak, but her mouth was dry. "I was in the filing room for quite awhile." 

She watched as he dialed the phone, "He left at 5:30, kind of early for him but he asked me to call you a taxi when you came down. He even left cab fare." 

He handed her some bills but she shook her head no, completely humiliated. She felt her eyes burn and knew tears weren't far behind. Suddenly she felt very cheap and she ran blindly out the door. Outside she gulped the fresh air, she must get a grip on herself. By the time the taxi pulled up she was fairly composed. The ride home seemed to take forever, the driver tried making small talk but she was too preoccupied to even hear him. 

At home she suffered through Janet's harangue about her thoughtlessness. "Honestly Carolyn, you are so inconsiderate. You could have at least called, but no that would be too easy." 

She started to say more but Caro mumbled something and pushed past her, she just wanted to be alone. In her bedroom she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror; hair tangled; clothes in disarray. Thank god she had left her coat on, all she needed was for Janet to see her this way. Rummaging in her drawer she grabbed a nightie and headed for the shower. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, smell the musky smell of his cum on her belly. In the shower she finally let the tears flow along with the water; sobbing even as she cleaned her body of all traces of their encounter. Toweling off she avoided her image in the mirror and hurried back to her room. Thankfully, with the combination of the stress and the liquor, sleep came quickly. 

Saturday morning came early, her nephews were always up at the crack of dawn. Caro's head felt like it was going to explode as she dressed, but a couple of cups of coffee and a few aspirin helped. She had forgotten that Janet was going to hers, but it would be a welcome relief. After an hour of utter bedlam they had left, leaving Caro with a weekend alone. Two days to reflect on her behavior yesterday. In her bedroom she stripped and looked at herself in the full length mirror. Her face was ... interesting, that was the best way to put it. She blushed as she remembered how focused he was on her body. Why did he want her? What did he see in her? Twisting and turning she evaluated her body and realized it wasn't so bad. Her breasts were good sized, still high with no sag. Her waist was small, her hips full. Looking over her shoulder she looked at her ass, it was by far her best asset. She had often thought of buying a thong, but had always chickened out at the last moment. 

Why had she hesitated? After all, no one but her would see it and the thought of wearing one sounded deliciously wicked. She had always loved beautiful lingerie but had never thought herself worthy of it. Why had she never treated herself? Her body was good, and besides under her clothing no one would know. Should she go shopping? Did she dare buy such things? The more she tried to rationalize it, the more she realized she wanted to buy the lingerie. Well, she had the whole day, why not enjoy herself? 

Quickly; before she could change her mind; she dressed and went out to her car. It was a called a car only because it had a steering wheel and four tires. Most days she rode to work with her brother, preferring to leave it parked in the driveway. Miraculously it started and she headed for the mall. The stores were busy, it was the week before Thanksgiving but Caro took her time. It felt good to be out of the house, lately the walls had been closing in. As she walked the halls she took notice of all the couples. Some arm in arm or holding hands and she thought of Mr. Bennett. Immediately she relegated it to the back of her mind, her face heating up again. 

She had heard the girls in the office talk about Victoria's Secret but she had never been there. She wandered the shop, reaching out to feel the soft silk garments on the mannequins. It was a whole new sensual world for her, and she knew she wanted to join. Eventually she picked out four thongs and their matching bras in soft pastels. She winced at the expense but decided to throw caution to the wind and treat herself. First a manicure and pedicure, then a stop at the cosmetics counter where she purchased the basics. She had never worn makeup and wasn't sure if she even wanted to but for some reason she felt the urge to buy it. Her mind kept drifting off to Friday and the office and she wondered again what her fate would be. She needed to forget awhile and when she saw the movie theater she went in. An action flick all the way; a romance was definitely out; she needed violence and noise right now. 

It was dark when Caro got home and she felt her stomach gnawing. Rummaging through a draw she found a wine opener and uncorked the bottle of wine she had bought. She unwrapped the small cheese and cracker tray and juggling it all she carried everything upstairs. Janet and Tim's room was off limits which made it all the more tempting. With a shrug of her shoulders; she went in. Why the hell not? If she was careful they would never know and besides they had a television and a whirlpool bath in their room. They would be home tomorrow and then it would be back to the same old- same old once again. As the water ran in the tub, she drank the wine and nibbled the crackers. Laying the lingerie on the bed she admired it, running her fingers over its softness. She hummed as she lay back in the tub, sipping the wine and letting her mind drift. Once more it went back to her boss and once more she shut him out. 

Wrapped in a large towel, she sat at the vanity and brushed her hair. Her eyes kept wandering to the lingerie and she picked out the pale blue set. She smiled at how sheer and skimpy they were and realized she would need to trim her pubic hair. She wasn't particularly hairy but the thongs were so small, it didn't take much. Besides, it sounded slightly naughty and she smiled. In the bathroom she found a razor and shave cream. Under the sink she found one of the small tubs they give you after a hospital visit. Filling it with warm water and tossing a few towels over her shoulder, she went back to the vanity. Taking a pair of tiny scissors, she trimmed the hair as low as possible. The vanity mirror was on a swivel and she tipped it downward slightly. Putting a towel on the stool she sat down and positioned the mirror until she could see her pussy. 

Wetting her pubic hair with her hand, she shook the shave cream and sprayed some in her palm. It was cold and she shivered as she spread it around and picked up the razor. This was one time it was a plus she wasn't very hairy. Lifting one leg to expose herself; she ran the razor slowly up one lip; taking great care not to cut herself. It came off much easier than she thought and her head moved between the mirror and down to her crotch. That side finished; she switched; lifted her other leg and did the other lip. Finally she shaved the mound itself and taking a wet washcloth, she cleaned herself off. Taking a good look at herself for the first time she thought of Mr. Bennett. This was what he had saw, had licked the other night. The thought made her tremble and she poured a little baby oil in her palm and rubbed it over her pussy. 

The sensations seemed to be heightened as she rubbed each lip, then over her mound. Her finger slipped between her lips and she slowly circled her clit. All she could see in the mirror was her pussy, she was headless and it was like looking at a stranger. She watched as she played with herself, her finger making a bigger circle with each pass. Her lips opened wide as her finger moved around and afforded her a great view of her fingering herself. She began to go faster, the sounds of her heavy breathing filled the quiet room. As her orgasm approached; she slowed dramatically and made wider circles; taking her time on the way to her climax. Her leg trembled as she watched her clit being mauled by her finger. As she came; she cried out into the open room; taking pleasure in being able to let the sounds out. The world tipped, then righted as she came down slowly. Opening her eyes, she righted the mirror and looked at herself. This was the new Caro and she felt good, she liked what she saw. 

After cleaning up her mess, she went back to the master bedroom and poured herself another glass of wine. She was nude and feeling cold, she climbed into the bed to finish her drink. Her eyes grew heavy and let herself drift off. She awoke with a start and sat up, letting her eyes adjust to the room. It was after midnight and she stretched luxuriously. Her bladder was full and she went to the bathroom. As she came back, she picked up the thong and bra and stood in front of the dresser mirror once more. The thong went on smoothly and she did a model's turn looking at her body from every angle. She cupped her ass cheeks and looked over her shoulder, very pleased with what she saw. The front of the thong just covered her pussy, outlining her lips in soft silk. Hooking the bra she marveled at how it accented her breasts, pushing them high to make cleavage she never knew she had. 

Turning the television on, she poured more wine and started flipping channels. The channels flipped by: a medical mystery, that new sitcom, a news program. She heard the channel before she actually saw it, the moans were unmistakable. The couple on the screen was having sex doggie-style and Caro changed the channel quickly. Porn had never held much interest for her and she tried to dismiss it now. But like a toothache she just had to keep going back to it; and finally giving in completely; she turned back. He was sawing away at the woman now, his hands holding her ass as she moaned into a pillow. As the action heated up, the man took her hair and pulled her head back. The woman's face was twisted, she begged the man to fuck her hard. 

Caro felt herself begin to get wet, she felt the slight twinge in her groin. Pulling her thong aside she began to play with her clit. The sounds on the screen were highly erotic, the woman was yelling she was cumming. With a snarl, the man pounded into her; the slapping sounds of their bodies mixed with her cries. Caro had two fingers inside her pussy now and her hand moved with the man's strokes. She watched as he pulled out of the woman and jerked his cock. His cum came in a rope and covered her ass and back. As he groaned and the girl whimpered, Caro came along with him. Her soft moans mixed with his and she fell back exhausted. 

Later; as she lay in bed; Caro thought of her day and the changes within herself. No matter what happened on Monday; whether she had a job or not; she was irrevocably changed. The rest of the weekend she spent watching the channel; masturbating; thinking of her boss. She took the time to get to know her body, to really get to know herself. All too soon, her family would be back and her life would be back to its old routine. By Sunday evening she was back to her old self, at least on the outside. To her sister and brother she was still good old Caro, only she knew the difference. It was a delicious secret and she hugged it to herself, it was hers and hers alone. Now to get through Monday, it would be hard but she had no choice. 

Frank put the next part of his plan in motion on Monday morning. Arriving at the office, he said a quick good morning to Caro and shut his door. Her head had been down and he knew she was in a turmoil over last week. He waited awhile; letting the minutes tick by; before he finally buzzed her. She came in quietly and stood before his desk, waiting silently. Frank played it cool; keeping his head down; seemingly engrossed in the papers before him. Without lifting his eyes Frank told her to have a seat, until he heard the small sob. Looking up, he saw her eyes were full of tears. He stood quickly to get her a drink of water. 

By the time he got back she was babbling, "Please Mr. Bennett, I have never done something like that before. Please don't fire me. Please don't tell anyone. I'm so ashamed." 

He handed her the glass, "Here, drink this." As she drank his hands held her shoulders, rubbing gently as he said, "There is nothing to be ashamed of Caro, we all have needs." 

Setting the glass on his desk she implored once more, "Please don't fire me Mr. Bennett." 

"Carolyn, firing you is the furthest thing from my mind." 

Her eyes met his as his hands caressed her shoulders, "Trust me Carolyn. I will take care of you." 

From the look in her eyes he knew she wanted to trust him. He figured she had spent the weekend waging a battle with herself. Her confidence was at its lowest, now was the time to take advantage of her confusion. Lifting her chin his lips caressed hers, his tongue tracing the soft folds. Drawing back, he let his thumbs brush her tears away. Frank felt the change in her, he felt the tension leave her body. In its place there was a willingness to follow his lead, to believe and to trust him. 

Unsnapping the barrette from her hair, he tossed it aside. His hands slid into her hair, "Never wear it again, I want your hair down." 

She started to speak but his mouth covered hers, almost attacking in its ferocity. Frank felt her moan in his mouth, her tongue swirl his. Her body was molded to his and as he drew back, her eyes were large and wet with tears. Frank smiled as he stepped back and walked to the door to lock it. As he walked back; slowly unbuttoning his shirt; he saw her blush. She waited there, very still as he pulled the shirt out of his pants and removed it. His eyes looked down to her breasts and she took his hint. Her hands trembled as she undid the buttons on her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders. The peach demi-bra took Frank by surprise and he smiled inwardly as her pulled her to him. One change for the better already, her transformation had started. Kissing her again; he felt her nails on his chest; as they raked softly across his skin. Bringing his hands down; he palmed her ass; making her gasp in reaction. He pressed his cock against her, grinding into her belly. Her head went back and she looked up at him; her eyes imploring him to go on. 

Caro's arms were around his neck and Frank's hands found the front of her slacks. He unhooked the snap and worked them down over her hips, letting them puddle at her feet. She stepped back to kick them away, revealing a tiny peach thong. The color was so light, at first Frank thought she was nude. His eyes roamed her body; taking in her breasts; fully defined in the bra. Her small waist tapered down to her hips and a perfect ass in the thong. He fought a battle with himself not to throw her on the sofa and fuck her then. He chided himself, take it slow and do it right boy. Her color was high and she was breathing hard which made her breasts heave. Reaching down, he slipped off his shoes and socks and unbuckled his belt. As he unzipped his fly he watched her reaction. Her eyes kept slipping from his eyes to his crotch as he stepped out of his pants. 

Taking her hand, Frank led her to the sofa. "Take off your bra, Carolyn," he said in a husky voice. "I want to see your tits." 

She blushed but put her arms behind her back and took it off. He knew she was fighting the urge to cover herself, and he reached up to let his fingertip circle each nipple. He pulled her down beside him and kissed her as his hands covered her breasts. His thumbs slid over her nipples and she sighed at the contact. Caro's hands were moving on his chest and stomach and he knew she wanted to touch him. 

*** 

Caro moaned as Mr. Bennett kneaded her breasts with his large hands. A few hours ago she was worried about her job and now she was on his sofa in her panties. The past weekend had been a learning experience, Caro had learned her true inner self. The lingerie, the shaving, the endless masturbation; had been an eye opener. At the time she wasn't sure if this new revelation was good or bad. By the time she came to work Monday morning her emotions were in an uproar. What would Mr. Bennett say or do? Would he fire her? Would he laugh at her? Or even worse, would he act like it never happened? Her nerves were on end and with a great amount of trepidation she awaited his arrival. 

Her worst fears seem to be realized as Mr. Bennett arrived at work and with a quick greeting closed the door to his office. As the moments passed her small tremors turned to out and out shaking. When he asked her to come in her office her legs could hardly carry her. She knew he was going to fire her, his casual indifference was telling. The stress of the weekend overwhelmed her and she broke down. To her surprise he understood her fears and before she knew it they were kissing passionately. She had worn the peach lingerie set this morning, glorying in the feel against her body. The dress slacks had been an conscience attempt at protection, she knew that now. But as his eyes took in her body in the bra and thong she forget everything, all her misgivings fled. 

Now as she sat on the sofa beside him, her hands began to explore his chest. She was very much aware that he was only in his boxers and her eyes kept drifting to them. As if he sensed her indecision, he took her hand and placed it on his bulge. At the same time, his mouth left hers and traced down over her chest. His hand moved back up to join the other and pull her breasts together. His tongue began to dance over her nipples as she began to explore him. Her hand was in his hair, holding him to her tits while the other began to squeeze his cock. She could feel his cock spasm in her hand and she marveled at his size. He groaned as her hand reached inside and slowly began to move. His hand released her breast and covered her pussy, his finger pushing the fabric into her slit. Caro's breathing was heavy and she gasped as he pushed and pulled the fabric against her clit. 

Letting go; he sat back and using both hands; pulled her thong off. As he traced her newly shaven pussy he told her how beautiful she was. Standing; he pulled off his boxers; his eyes looking into hers. Caro tried to focus on him but her eyes inevitably went to his cock. Her husband had been average size but Mr. Bennett was big, much bigger. The realization that he was going to fuck her with that, was unnerving but she was more excited than she had ever been in her life. She knew she wanted to feel him inside her and she looked back up at him. The look in her eye was telling and he gently turned her on the sofa and pushed her flat as he spread her legs. Moving between her legs he pressed his shaft against her pussy, letting the ridge of the head grind her clit. Caro groaned and arched her back, lifting her hands to her breasts. She remembered sex with her husband, a quick experience that left her aching for more. But this was different, instead he continued to rub his cock over her lips. Her eyes were closed and she felt his tongue on her nipple. 




Metamorphosis Ch. 02



Caro heard herself begging for more, as the head of his cock pushed up by her stomach. She was almost mad with desire by now and gasped as she felt his fingers move inside her. He moved them in and out, stretching her for his cock. Caro knew he was very big, but she didn't care, she just wanted his cock. Using one hand he ground the head over her entrance, covering it in her juices. As he began to push the head past her lips, she felt her folds opening to his assault. His hand moved into her hair and he lifted her head and told her to watch her body take his cock. Back and forth he moved as he slowly filled her. Each in and out movement of his cock rubbed her already sensitive clit and moved him deeper. Caro began to whimper; her body was on the edge and taking her hips in his hand; he thrust in one last time. Her back arched as he ground her clit in circular motions, bringing her to a place she had never been before. 

*** 

Frank pushed in slowly, letting Caro adjust to his size gradually. As he pushed, he made sure to rub his cock shaft on her clit. He had been pleased to see Caro had shaved over the weekend, another step in releasing her inhibitions. The sensation of his cock against her newly shaven mound was incredible and he made himself focus. He wanted to get Caro used to his size, which meant he needed to go slow. Moving his ass in circles he ground her clit, which had the desired effect. She screamed out and came underneath him, as he drove his cock in all the way and fucked her slowly. Her body bucked and jerked and her fingernails dug into his arms as the spasms wound down. Frank wouldn't let her rest, he held onto the arm rest over her head and started to pump. She was wide open to him now; one leg on the floor; while the other was on the back of the sofa. He was gripping the sofa arm tightly now as he drove her deep into the sofa with long thrusts. Her breasts were shaking under his assault as he used the springs of the sofa to drive himself into her. 

"Frank," she moaned. "Please, please." 

"Please what Caro?" Frank smiled as she used his name for the first time. She didn't even realize she had said it. "What do you want Caro? Tell me!" 

Her head tossed back and forth on the sofa, she was oblivious to everything but him. "I want-" Her voice tailed off. 

"You want what Caro? Tell me!" Frank groaned as he asked, he was rapidly losing all control. "Say it Caro! Say it!" 

"I want you to fuck me, to make me cum again," she screamed as her body began to shake. 

Caro's legs wrapped around his back and her mouth was against his shoulder as she came again. Her moans and their vibrations sent Frank rocketing over the edge as his cum shot out. She was whispering his name as he fucked her, her words mixing with his moans. His hips slowed as he pumped, sending the last drops deep into her body. After a few minutes, he shifted around and maneuvered until she was lying on top of him. Her body still twitched off and on and her breathing was slowly starting to slow. Frank smiled as she made a sound, maybe a contented sigh? 

"Caro?" he said softly. 

"Uh huh," she said sleepily. 

"Did I tell you I was multi-orgasmic?" Frank said with a small grin on his face as she sat up and looked at him in shock. 

Something told him this was going to be an interesting couple of weeks. Winning that bet was looking better every day. 

To be continued ... 



Metamorphosis Ch. 02



When Heather's alarm rang at 8, Sean had already gotten up, showered, walked to school, and was sitting in his first period class. He had gotten used to getting himself up and out in the morning. Having a mother that worked from home meant he was usually the first one up in the morning. 

Heather stared up at the ceiling as she lay in the bed. Morning sunshine poured through the blinds, leaving slivers of light on carpet. Outside the birds chirped and the crickets were already at work for the day. Somewhere a couple streets away a lawn mower was faintly humming. It seemed to be a perfectly average day in suburbia, and Heather felt a million miles away from it. She didn't understand how everyone could keep operating as if her entire world didn't take a confusing spin last night. 

Her head was still reeling from it all. It seemed so distant and foggy, and for a second she wondered if any of it had actually happened. She couldn't ignore the emotional intensity of it all though. When she thought back to the previous night, and imagined how her son's penis looked, she was greeted with the same jolt of excitement and confusion that draped over her then. 

Heather was 41 in age, but in physique, she had the body of a woman at least 10 years younger. Her ass had still managed to seem 20 years younger than the rest of her body somehow and her breasts were that of a woman not much older. Heater was about 5'7" and between 130/140lbs. She had firm, round, 36C's, but on top her skinny waste, they could easily be mistaken for small D's. She had auburn colored hair that leaned closer to brown that red, and when it wasn't in a pony tail, she wore it slightly wavy. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel and her skin was a little more fair than average, but the soft creamy look of her skin gave her a distinct appeal. 

It was the skin of innocence on a body of seduction. She never much card for her fair complexion, but she learned that some guys are attracted to just that, so she let it go. She had full and soft lips, and sometimes wore glasses when working, which gave her an undeniable "sexy librarian" look. She knew she was in good shape but she never let her self-image drive her nuts. She worked out regularly because she wanted to maintain a healthy body, not because she was concerned how she looked to others. 

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As Heather was getting out of bed for the morning, Sean was absentmindedly staring out the window, already thinking about what we wrote last night. High school was over in a week, and his first period calculus teacher was the only still brave enough to try teaching until the very end. Despite half the class sleeping or daydreaming, and the other half gone altogether, good old Mr. Whitenly pushed forward. 

Sean didn't much enjoy high school, and not because it was a struggle, but the contrary really. Sean had always been a little more ahead of his peers and always found school to be boring. His whole life academics had never been a problem, and for that matter neither had sports. He was an average basketball player. He played through his junior year, just for something to do really, but decided against it his last year. He wasn't out of shape or ugly or stuttered... but all the same... he never liked high school. He felt like he couldn't seem to connect with anyone. His peers seemed immature and naïve, and minus a few distant friends, he kept to himself. He failed to understand the social gravity of high school. 

"Doesn't matter now though..." he thought to himself as he considered the last dwindling days before summer. "Soon this chapter will be over, and the story picks up" he told himself. He starred out the window uninterrupted until the bell rang.

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After a long rise and slow start, Heather was sitting at her desk reading emails unenthusiastically. Between the lack of sleep and the emotional roller coaster the night before, she couldn't concentrate at all. She sighed and rested her head in her hands. After a moment she lifted her head, picked up the phone, hit the number 2 for speed dial, and put her forehead back into her hand.

"Hewlett Smith & Gould, how can I help you?" a bubbly voice asked Heather

"Jackie, it's Heather. Listen... tell Mr. Gould I'm taking a sick day. More importantly though, tell him the Duggle case is finished and I'll have it to him Monday morning. Ok?" she asked in a tired tone.

"No problem Heather. You feeling alright?" the bubbly Jackie asked

"Between me and you, I'm fine, just too tired to operate. I need a three day weekend. When Mr. Gould asks though, I have a stomach bug."

"Got cha. Secrets safe here. Go back to bed hun and I'll see you Monday when you bring the files in." Jackie told her.

"Thanks. Have a great weekend Jackie." and with that she hung up without waiting for a reply. She stood up, turned the computer screen off, and walked out of her office into the living room. It wasn't long before she had her feet up and was watching morning talk shows. The clock on the TV box said it was 9:47 and she wondered what she was going to do with the rest of her day. 

I think I'll go back to sleep and try and catch the Z's I missed last night... get up by or a little before 12... exercise... shower... read... she was excited about having the day off and felt like a kid playing hooky. First though, she needed to finish sleeping, so she got up and headed for the steps leaving the TV on behind her. She climbed them thoughtlessly for a second, forgetting all about last night's temporary lapse in reasoning, but when she reached the top, her son's wide open bedroom door sparked fireworks down her spine. A rush of energetic excitement and curiosity radiated through her, starting down her neck and through her back. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as if they were suddenly awakened. Her heart raced. She stood there staring into her son's room.

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While his mother was at home standing outside his bedroom, Sean was sitting down in his study hall period. Normally half the students were gone but today it was more like all of them. Minus another kid in the back already half away asleep, the study hall was deserted. Sean settled in his seat, reached in his backpack, and pulled out a beat-up black notebook. The type with folded pages sticking out and add on' sheets stapled throughout. It had a binder clip at the top keeping it closed. Sean fished in his bag for the right pen, took off the binder clip, opened the notebook and starred down at where he left off. It was only a few seconds before his pen moved across the paper and picked up there.

She just stood there and starred at me. The door jamb outlined her like a frame outlining the portrait of a beautiful woman. She was a black silhouette against the hall light behind her. She moved effortlessly across the room towards me, gliding like a heavenly seductress floating on clouds. Her white silk seemed to wave through the air as it flowed from her body. 

He wrote silently and free of worry or distraction. He sat there filling the pages of a notebook with lines of fantasy, and although he looked normal and hard at work, he was a million miles.

"Tell me what you want." she whispered to me. Her voice was warm and seductive in my ear. I could feel her breath and shivers flew down my spine. 

"I... I can't... I'm..." I struggled. I was too overcome with desire to speak. I wanted to tell her everything but couldn't tell her anything. "I... I want..."

"Tell me Sean. Tell me you want me. Tell me your darkest dream. Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me your fantasy baby..."

"I... I want.... "I stopped and collected myself and finally, I was able to say clearly, "I want you..."

Sean wrote undistracted for the whole period, and when the bell rang, it'd felt more like 10 minutes than just short of an hour. 'I guess the good times always do' he thought to himself as he packed up the notebook and headed into the hallway. 

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Heather stared into her son's room as if she were seeing it for the first time in a stranger's house. It didn't look any different than it always did, but it was in this room that she watched her son sit naked at his computer. All of a sudden she wasn't tired anymore, but the opposite. Her heart raced at the thought of her son's hard dick again. "Stop. I know you can't think about that. That's my son" she thought to herself, but at the last thought her lust took over her reasoning. "That's right, my son. Is that what's exciting me? Am I excited by the taboo of it... the forbidden fruit? This is my son..." She tried reasoning with herself, but this newfound sexual thirst had overtaken her, and in the matter of just seconds. She never had time to think where it was coming from.

Heather crossed into the room slowly as if in a haze. She headed towards the computer and took a seat at Sean's desk. She could see her son's firm erection again, as if he were sitting here still. She wondered again what it would feel like to wrap her fingers around her son's hard penis. It had been so long and he was so young fit. She imagined she could feel her son's dick throb in her hand and with the thought, she closed her eyes and let out a soft whimper of desire.

She turned on the computer screen and was surprised that it wasn't password protected. She had no idea at the time that in front of her held thousands and thousands of words, Sean's words, telling his deepest desires. She could find a porn collection that would shock her. She could find the saved copies of online role-plays. Yes, it was fair to say she still had no idea...

After doing a general sweep to get herself familiar, she found a file on the desktop labeled "stuff". At first it seemed like generic links to Wikipedia pages, random songs and pictures and other pointless stuff. There was another file in here though labeled "programs", and soon one folder led to another folder that led to another that led to everything. With one last click she was starring at a folder full of Word documents, and videos, and pictures and it was all too much. The stories were named things like "Seduction in the Sunroom" and "Finally Fulfilled" and when she read the video titles, she became speechless. Her heart picked up to a speed she could feel in her throat, and she wanted to say something, even out loud, but all she could do was think to herself, "O. My. God..."

She stared at her Son's taboo collection and all reasoning went out the window. She could feel as her pussy slowly filled and shocks of lust shot through her. She spread her legs and breathed deeply at the same time. In front of her were not only documents and video files, but pictures too. It was almost immediately that she noticed the similarities between them all. Another shock of unbelievable lust surged through her and she whispered out loud... "They're all the same..."

And it was true. All of the pictures she clicked on showed a woman of about 5'7" 130-140lbs with 34C/D boobs. Even more, they all had similar auburn colored hair, and some, to Heather amazement, wore is wavy like she did. All the girls in the pictures were more fair skin than tan, just like her too. Lastly, every woman seemed to be about in her late 30's early 40's. 

"O my god. Every one of these pictures is me. Every one looks just like me..." She whispered out loud again, as if the sound of her own voice would tell her otherwise. She couldn't think. Some distant part of her, far away, seemed to be yelling... "No Heather, no. This is soooo wrong. This is Sean... your son." A much closer part of her mind whispered the same thing actually, but with a much different tone.

"Your son Heather, he wants you. It's so wrong." Her lust was close to bubbling over and so before it did, she clicked on one of the documents titled "Late Night Seduction" and it was here her life was about to forever change.

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After the study hall, Sean was normally supposed to go to gym, but with only a few days left he decided he wasn't going. Instead, he headed for the one place in the high school he actually felt at home and comfortable, the library. When he got there he was surprised to see it buzzing with students. Most of them were hurrying back and forth between the computers and printers, most likely trying to print final papers they procrastinated working on.

Sean found a small table in the back of the library where he'd be alone, and put his stuff down. He took out the notebook and it wasn't long before he was lost in his story. He wrote feverishly across the pages, and just like his entire high school career, he went unnoticed. 

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Heather was shaking slightly as she read the story in front of her. She couldn't remember the last time, or rather if ever, she had been so turned on. Her pussy juices were now dripping onto her thighs and the sweat pants she wore now had a dark wet spot in the crotch. Her eyes were dilated, most likely from the adrenaline and endorphins pumping, and there was sweat on her forehead. She'd read a few lines then let out an unintentional moan. The slow type of moan... the kind that sneaks off your tongue before you know it's there. Her mind reeled with the imagery she was absorbing; it screamed with its lust. 

"Look at me... Here I am sitting at my son's desk, reading his fantasies... and I can't help it. I can't control it." she told herself. "He wants me... his mother. His deepest most vivid desire is his own mother... me." 

She closed her eyes and talked out loud to the picture of her Son in her mind. "You want me baby, your own mom? Tell me dirty boy... tell me you want me." With her eyes still closed, she slowly slid her hand into the sweat pants and over her soaking wet slit. "O God this is wrong." she whispered to herself with a smile, and she opened her eyes back to the story she was reading.

I watched her hand slide up and down and it was almost too much. The idea of my own mother's hand wrapped around my dick was beautiful, but to look down and see the real thing was an overload. I looked down at my mother and was startled to see her eyes staring up into mine, and when they didn't move or look away, I realized I couldn't either. She looked up at me with a devilish smirk on her face as her hand kept sliding up and down slowly.

" You like that Sean? You like your Mother stroking you?" She asked me seductively.

"OOoo shit... yes mom. Soooo much. O god, my own mother." I moaned to her. She seemed to realize the idea of her being my mom got me off as much as she did, and she ran with it. 

"You like that huh, your mother?" I couldn't hold my moan at the sound of her saying mother. "Is that what you want... what you can't have? Look at your mother stroke it baby. Look at me Sean..." she said as she stared deeply into my eyes.

Heather didn't think she could read anymore. What she was reading was sending waves of sexual hunger through her. She couldn't believe her Sean was attracted to her, and more, how intensely he was. It wasn't just that though... it was his writing... his fantasies... so taboo, so wrong and frowned upon, so raw... it was the fact that this was all so wrong, that turned her on. She'd never have imagined she'd dream about her son like that, but right now she was undergoing a metamorphism. Her conscious thoughts were no longer the ring leader. Deep inside of her, a taboo lust had been given birth and it would only blossom from here. She wanted everything that was wrong and dirty. She wanted to fulfill every one of Sean's fantasies.

She reread the last line, "Look at me Sean..." and moaned loudly. "Yes Sean, look at your mother. Look at your Mother's face baby." She was now talking out loud to the scene going on behind her eye lids. She slid her finger into her pussy, and for the first time in over 10 years she felt the inside her pussy. "You like that Sean? You like my wet pussy?" she asked her imagination. She knew she would cum in just seconds. Sliding the finger out, she moved to her clit, and after one touch she was already close to an orgasm. Louder now, she said out loud... "You want me to come Sean? You want your mother to come? O Sean... O God SEAN... SEAN!" she was now screaming, and with the picture of her sons face in her mind, she pulled herself over the edge. 

Her body shook and jerked and her legs began twitching the smallest bit. Her moans and cries turned to uncontrollable screams... "OOOOO FUCK FUCK FUCK.... SEAN. SEAN!!!!!!" she screamed as she came. Inside her sweat pants, her pussy quivered and with a jolt like she never felt, she squirted hard and long. It came in 3 or 4 big pumps and after the second one her sweat pants we're completely soaked through. By the 3rd and 4th, her pants dripped and her feet sat in puddles of her own juices. She shook after the orgasm, still high off the endorphins swimming through her body. On the floor before the desk, the carpet had a soaking wet puddle. The chair dripped juices down the side. Heather had never, in 40 years, had an orgasm even close to that.

After about 5 minutes of thoughtless silence, she opened her eyes and it was if she'd forgotten where she was. The feelings of lust and desire and taboo fantasies were suddenly gone. She starred at the screen in front of her and down to the puddle on her son's floor. She starred at her own sweat pants, soaked with what had to be a half a gallon of her juices. The feelings of sexual desire she'd never felt so intensely as just 5 minutes ago, were gone. Her desire and libido and kinkiness were now things of the past... and gradually, guilt and shame fell down on her shoulders. Confusion and disgust and shock and everything else flowed through her like ice water in her veins. It was like she was looking at herself from a far now, a sad women sitting a desk with her pants soaked through. She watched as the woman began to cry, and it felt like far away she was crying, but everything was so confusing she watched from a distance. If she'd really been a separate person, standing in the corner we'll say, watching herself sob, she'd have watched herself run from the room. And so she did, crying passionately running for her bedroom. Sean's room now stood empty with a large puddle on the floor beneath the desk. Slowly a bead of Heather's juice rolled down the leg of the chair.



Metamorphosis Ch. 02



Hello again, Lit!

Here is the second installment in Metamorphosis. Still no sex, but we'll get there, I promise. I appreciate any feedback, so feel free to leave a comment and rate. Again, this is my first submission, so bear with me as I learn and grow as a writer. Enjoy!

Xayna

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I woke up with the sun the next morning, feeling rested and invigorated. I quietly moved to the edge of my home and took off, trying to make as little noise as possible. I flew in circles, trying to decide whether or not to wake up Taldon. Making up my mind, I turned toward the lake where I was supposed to meet Terrik-elda at noon.

I splashed around in the water for a while, but became bored quickly. I laid down and rested my head on my favorite protruding rock. I ran over the events of last night in my mind and still didn't understand what had happened. I remembered the music and I felt happiness swell inside me. I had never experienced anything so intense.

I laid in the sun for a while, enjoying the feeling of the water under my scales. Eventually, I heard Terrik-elda land on the ground behind me.

"Xayna," he said as a form of greeting. "I heard what happened last night." I scrambled out of the water and turned to face my mentor. "Are you experiencing anything unusual?"

"I'm not sure. I feel alive and energetic, but I haven't tested myself to know what else has changed."

"Then today, we test you. We will spar and I will ask you questions that you must answer. Come, we have much to do." Terrik-elda launched himself into the air and I followed. He led me to a clearing that could easily hold two full-grown dragons. "We will practice here so that if you fall, you won't land on trees."

"I appreciate your consideration," I replied. Without warning, he swung out to hit me on the head with his tail, but I ducked easily out of his way.

"Who leads a construct of dragons?" he demanded, moving forward and swinging his tail at me while snapping at my neck. I quickly dropped several feet, scratching at his soft underbelly with my claw.

"The Elders," I replied as I maneuvered around him. "The oldest and wisest of a construct, led by one senior member who officiates meetings and does most of the work to settle disputes."

"Good," Terrik-elda responded, lashing out for an attack that I countered easily. "You are still capable of performing the easy tasks. Now, I'll make my questions and my attacks more difficult."

The next several hours would normally have been grueling. However, I found that the demands on my body and mind were trivial and simple. As he made my practice more difficult, I found that I enjoyed myself more. By the end of the session, I was remembering and telling Terrik-elda facts in detail that he had mentioned in passing.

"We are finished," he finally called out. "Both your mind and your body have improved tremendously. We will monitor your progress and determine whether this increase in skill and memory are long term."

"Yes, Terrik-elda," I responded, bowing my head to him.

"Now, come into the clearing. I will tell you more about magic and how it works."

We both landed and I laid down, curling my head around to look at my mentor who positioned himself on his haunches. We maintained eye contact as he said, "Xayna, I am teaching you something very important today. Magic is an integral part of our lives and we use it during special events and ceremonies."

I blinked slowly, trying to keep my excitement from flowing through our Link. He continued without showing whether or not he noticed my enthusiasm.

"Doag wasn't the only being to mold us into dragons. He did most of the work, but different spirits gave us different gifts. Telesia was one of those spirits. She gave us the use of magic, which was incredibly generous of her. As you probably know, magic isn't something that we can just call upon at any time, even though we use it every time we breathe fire or smoke. Ceremonies are necessary and only during certain times can we access that power. The restraints that Telesia put upon us are to keep us from becoming overwhelmed with power and do harm to ourselves or others.

"When we use magic, it is always under Telesia's supervision and with her consent. What happened to you last night was undoubtedly her doing. She singled you out for reasons of her own and gave you heightened abilities, although we are unsure how long they will last.

"Several times during our lives, we ask Telesia to use her magic, apart from the ceremonies we hold to honor her. Mating and reproduction, mainly, fall under her command. When we mate we must go through an experience with our partner that bonds us more than we have ever experienced before. Several times, dragons have mated without meaning to and without wanting to. They eventually grew to love each other, but it was difficult for them to overcome the fact that they were forced to be together. Naturally, they rebelled, but eventually came to terms with what happened.

"Reproduction, however, has to have three consenting parties: the two who wish to create a new life and Telesia. The two dragons must be mated and go through a specific ceremony before Telesia will grant them permission. She is very fair and wise when it comes to such things." Terrik-elda paused for a moment, letting the information sink in. "Do you have any questions?"

I paused, my mind racing. "What happens when Telesia says that the mates cannot have a child?"

"That depends on the severity of the situation. Normally, the couple simply waits a few decades or so and tries again. However, there have been a few cases where Telesia has destroyed the womb of the female so that they were unable to bear children at all."

"That's harsh," I muttered.

"The spirits understand things that we don't. It is best to trust the ones who gave us life."

"I suppose."

*

I practiced rolling away from an attack for the seventeenth time. "You're almost there," Terrik-elda encouraged. "Tuck your wings more, but be careful because you'll move more quickly. Try not to over-spin."

I grunted in annoyance and flew back up to the correct altitude. From there, I tucked in my wings and spun myself away from Terrik-elda's blow. I did exactly what my mentor encouraged me not to and spun too much. I flailed wildly, trying to catch myself before I landed on the ground.

"Xayna, concentrate," Terrik-elda chastised. "You can do this; you simply need to concentrate."

I almost complained about my body being sore and tired, but stopped myself. Terrik-elda was fond of making my work twice as difficult if I whined. I stayed silent and tried the maneuver again, this time hitting it almost perfectly.

"You see? When you concentrate, you can do anything. Again." I concentrated as much as I possibly could on my task and by the end of the session, I was able to roll away from an attacker with ease and fluidity.

"We are finished. You may go rest now." I had been dismissed and bowed my head to my forefoot before flying home.

While I was flying, my wings began shaking uncontrollably. A sharp pain seared through my body. I struggled to reach my cave, and when I did, I collapsed on the floor, my whole body twitching. Slowly, I regained control of my muscles and focused on relaxing them to relieve at least some of the pain.

I was almost asleep on the cavern floor when my mother flew through the opening. "Xayna," she murmured. "Good afternoon. How was your time with Terrik?"

I made a deep, rumbling noise in my chest. "It could have gone better. Since the ceremony for Telesia, he has been pushing me to do more advanced aerial movements and it tires my body. He didn't teach me much more today, though. We spent the first few minutes going over what he taught me about magic and then the torture started."

Mother walked forward and nudged my head with her snout. "He's only doing what he's meant to. You're lucky; Terrik-elda is one of the best mentors I have ever seen. He is better even than Alamant, my old mentor. Keep in mind that he is preparing you for the rest of your life. What he teaches you now is invaluable information to have."

"I know, Mother," I mumbled petulantly. "That doesn't mean that my body hurts any less, though." Mother sent amusement through our link and I couldn't help cheering up a bit.

"Taldon's parents have invited us to spend the evening with them. As soon as your father comes back from hunting we will leave."

Father brought back a deer for me and I thanked him profusely. Terrik-elda had not taken me hunting much and it still took a great amount of energy for me to make the simplest kill.

I tore into the meat, eating with abandon. I cleaned the carcass in record time, slopping deer juices everywhere. After I was finished, Father helped me clear away what was left. We moved the carcass to an area a small distance from our mountain and we scorched the left over mess in our cave before scraping it up with our claws and fanning it out of the entrance using our wings.

Once our cave was clean, Father jumped out, followed closely by Mother and then me. We spent the short flight in silence, circling part way around the mountain. We landed in the same order we took off in, Taldon and his parents sitting at the far end of their cave.

"Welcome to our home," Naroma-elda, Taldon's mother, said in greeting. "It is lovely to see you again."

"It is our pleasure," Mother responded cordially.

"Come, sit," offered Darna-elda, Taldon's father. "Make yourselves comfortable."

I stationed myself in front of Taldon and sat on my haunches. Creating a private Link between the two of us, I asked him how his day had gone.

"It was fine," he replied shortly. He looked anywhere but directly at me. I cocked my head.

"What is wrong?" I questioned. "Did I do something?"

"Yes," he growled in my mind. "You were at the ceremony and you got to experience magic first hand. I wasn't allowed to go and nothing happened to me."

"You're jealous?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course I'm jealous, Xayna. Why wouldn't I be? Telesia singled you out in front of the whole construct!" His voice was harsh and rough.

"But it isn't my fault!" I replied indignantly. "Your parents were the ones who didn't allow you to go and it's not like I asked to be singled out by Telesia. It just happened."

"Xayna," my father interrupted. "We are having a conversation that may interest you."

"We'll talk later," I promised Taldon before tuning into what my parents and his were talking about.

"Yes," my Mother was saying. "Doag got help from many people, including Telesia, but she wasn't the only or even primary contributor. Doag had the idea for our general shape, but Larenth, the patron spirit of the air and the beasts that fly in it, gave us wings and flight. In my opinion, he is just as or more important than Telesia."

"Why do you say that?" Darna-elda asked. "Telesia gave us reproduction; without her, our race would have died off at the very beginning."

"Doag would have found a way to let us mate, even if it were the same as animals and humans," Mother explained. "Without Larenth, our way of living would be completely different. We would have to find shelter on the ground and live as the common animals do. We can fly and walk on the ground; therefore, we are better than them."

"That is only part of the reason why we're better than animals," Naroma-elda interjected. "Dantus gave us intelligence and the ability to reason and think logically. Those abilities separate us, also. While animals are constantly trying to appease their instincts, we are contemplating life and death and creating relationships that make us happy. Thinking beyond what our body needs for survival is one of our most precious gifts."

"You are correct, Naroma," Father said. "And I am inclined to agree that our intelligence is our most distinguishing feature. Humans, also, have intelligence, but they are, in many ways, beneath us. They cannot use magic, for one. They are unable to fly and their lives are so short that their intelligence never reaches the same strength that ours does."

They continued their conversation with Taldon and I listening quietly. They discussed Ranna's small gift and harsh punishments if we didn't follow her commands. They thought she was correct to be harsh with us because it was morally wrong to kill animals slowly and painfully and our parents condemned those dragons who would be so cruel. Internally, I wondered if we considered torturing our prey to be cruel because Ranna said so or because of our own consciences.

After many hours of discussion, we left Taldon's cavern and went back to our own. My parents continued with their conversation and I made myself comfortable while I listened. I laid on the ground with my head resting on my forelegs. Slowly, their conversation became a low hum in the back of my mind and I fell asleep.

*

Time elapsed quickly. Taldon eventually relented and accepted that I had nothing to do with being chosen by Telesia and Terrik-elda taught me everything he knew about humans, leaving nothing out.

Some stories were more interesting than others. I didn't care much about the tales of their epic adventures where they traveled the world in search of a habitable area to live in or how their heroes saved them from animal attacks, wars, and all sorts of other threats. What interested me the most was how their society worked.

Apparently, human males and females worked together. They each had individual sets of jobs, but there were occasional cross-overs. Males tended to be the figureheads but women were a large part of their law making. They had gods and goddesses, but their names and duties were lost to history. Their lives were so short that their young were considered adults at the age of eighteen.

What disturbed me the most about humans was that they had no mates. Humans had an institution called marriage where two people of opposite genders would come together to create and rear offspring. Oftentimes, the marriages were used for political prowess or convenience. I could not imagine a society where two people didn't come together because of an exceptionally strong bond.

Not only did I learn more about humans, but I also learned more about fighting and hunting than all of my previous lessons combined. Most nights, I returned home after dark and would fall asleep almost immediately. Occasionally, I would be plagued with incidents where my muscles would give way to twitching and shaking. They were always painful, but I attributed them to the physical stress I was under. As my training became more intense, so did the episodes. I didn't mention them to anyone because I thought they were of little importance and since my parents were frequently gone to discuss their upcoming trip, they never saw one.

I made tremendous progress in a short period of time. I grew nearly five feet and my scales began to take on a glossier sheen. The Elders monitored my progress closely, often coming to watch me work with Terrik-elda and listening in when he taught me more about dragon history, magic, stories about the humans, or how society worked. They were never obtrusive; they sat or flew a short distance away and simply observed our actions.

After one particularly grueling day, Terrik-elda released me early. My wings began trembling on my way home and I knew another episode was on its way.

I collapsed onto the floor of my home cavern. My body shook and great waves of pain rocked over me. I could barely breathe as a burning sensation engulfed my wings, causing them to stretch out at peculiar angles. I roared in pain and fire involuntarily flew from my open mouth. My muscles tightened and released randomly and uncontrollably, making my whole body ache. I shook for a long time, but my energy was quickly depleted and I lay twitching on the ground, moaning tiredly. I had never had an episode last that long or be so intense.

"Xayna?" called Taldon's voice in my head. "I saw what happened. Are you alright?"

I blinked once, thinking about how to respond. I hadn't considered the episodes to be out of the ordinary, but thinking about it from Taldon's point of view caused me to see the irregularity of them.

"I am strange," I replied after a long pause. "I have these episodes at random and I can't do anything about them, but you've witnessed my great growth in all other areas. I don't know what to think. I'm loathe to tell the Elders or even my parents because I don't want to be seen as weak or for this to mar my great successes."

I looked up into Taldon's deep, blue eyes. He peered at me and sent great concern through our Link.

"How often does this happen?" he asked.

"At first, it was once every several weeks, but as time passed it has become more frequent. I have one every other day, and sometimes every day. I can usually feel them coming on and they only happen at night after I've spent a long day with Terrik-elda. I haven't seen this as a problem before now, though."

Taldon stood back and began pacing. "I think you should tell someone. Tell your parents, at least. The Elders probably know of how to help you. You don't have to go through this alone." He spoke with such conviction that he almost had me convinced.

My limbs slowly stopped quivering and I stood up. I closed my eyes and exhaled as my muscles protested the movement. "While that idea is very tempting, I don't wish to upset anyone, especially not my parents." I thought for a moment. "I'm certain this will go away in time," I lied.

"Do you really think so, or are you just saying that?" Taldon stood before me and blew smoke out of his nostrils, signaling his frustration.

"Xayna, you need help! What happens when these episodes occur several times a day and you can no longer work with Terrik-elda? What will your parents think then? There is no shame in admitting that you need help."

I lowered my head. "You are right. My eighteenth birthday is in three days and I'll tell my parents after. They already have a celebration prepared and I don't want their work to go to waste. You have my word."

"Good," Taldon said. "You're making a wise decision."

He stayed for a while longer, talking to me about what we had been learning from our mentors. As soon as my parents arrived from another meeting with the Elders about their new assignment, he gave me a meaningful look and went home.

* 

"It's a celebratory hunt!" cried my mother. "Your father and I are taking you out to catch a mountain cat and maybe some deer." She moved her head forward and leaned her face against mine.

I closed my eyes and hummed contentedly. I looked over to my father, who blinked slowly at me. "Are you ready?" Father asked. To answer, I pulled away from Mother and turned to position myself at the edge of our cave. With a great leap, I extended my wings and threw myself into the air.

The thrill of flying was not yet lost on me. As I flew, I caused the air to split around me and glide over my back and under my belly; the sensation left me feeling powerful. I brought down my wings with great strength and angled myself toward the sun. I was weightless and free, able to travel to any destination.

Father and Mother soon flew ahead of me, leading me toward Dragon's Death, a mountain that I normally wasn't allowed to hunt on. "It is a special occasion," my mother said when I commented on our destination. "We're with you and we've decided that you can handle this."

I did a back flip in the air in excitement. My parents were beginning to trust me! Taldon wasn't able to go anywhere near Dragon's Death because of the fierce karnocs that lived in the trees. Karnocs were large birds with extremely sharp beaks that were fast and silent. Young dragons who were inexperienced hunters could easily be overtaken by the large flocks of the lethal birds.




Metamorphosis Ch. 02



As we neared the mountain, my excitement turned to trepidation. There was a reason that the mountain was called Dragon's Death. I had been told many horror stories about fully grown adults that had died unexpectedly from the dangers that lie in wait. My parents felt my worry through our Link and attempted to soothe me.

"Those stories are told to scare the young ones out of trying too much before they're ready," my father said. "The fully grown dragons that have died on this mountain have been careless and reckless. We're here with you and we won't let anything harm you."

I felt a little better as we neared the mountain. I began looking for signs of movement: the rustle of branches, the noise of feet crunching on the dead plants, and the sight of something running. We circled the base of the mountain, slowly making our way toward the top.

"I see something," I said. "I think there's a cat moving through the underbrush." I sent them a picture of where I was at. They flew up beside me and peered at the ground.

"I believe you're correct," Mother agreed. "Do you want to go for the kill since you were the one to find it?" Mother flapped her wings slowly to stay in place.

I waited to make sure that my prey was in sight before I dived. I tucked my wings in close to my body and angled myself toward the sleek, black cat. As it turned to look at me, I clamped my jaw around its neck and with a swift pull, the animal was dead. I crashed into the ground and tumbled forward, landing in a large pit of mud.

"Graceful," my father said sarcastically. Mother and I snorted and I stood up, my meal still between my teeth. "Good work, though. Nice, clean kill."

I sent waves of excitement and pride through our Link. "Your father and I spotted a small herd of deer not too far from here. If the noise didn't scare them off, we can kill a few for our own meals and then we can go back home."

I leaped into the air. My parents had already started off toward where they had last seen the deer, and I followed along gleefully. I watched as my parents swiftly killed a deer each before joining me in the air.

"You are good at killing. You didn't even fall over when you hit the ground," I said, admiring their skill.

They sent amusement through our Link. "All it takes is practice, darling," my father replied.

We were mostly silent on our way home. Sometimes my parents would point out something in the landscape that I may not have known about and I would occasionally ask questions about what I saw. Once we reached our cave, we set down our kills and dug in. I tore apart my wild cat, savoring its strong flavor.

Halfway through my meal, my limbs started tingling. Not now, I thought. Please, not right now. The tingling only intensified and I knew that I had to leave fast or else let my parents find out about my episodes.

"I'm thirsty," I said quickly. "I'm going to go down to the lake to drink."

"Oh, we'll come with you. I wouldn't mind a drink myself," my mother said. I walked toward the mouth of the cave, not intending to let my parents follow me.

"No, don't worry about it. Enjoy your meal. I'll be back soon." I took off quickly, not giving them time to respond.

Once I was out of view, I turned away from the lake and moved toward the clearing where Terrik-elda held most of my lessons. My wings started shaking, making flying nearly impossible.

"Xayna!" Taldon's voice called in my head. I heard him fly up beside me. "What are you doing? Are you okay? Your parents said you went out for water, but I figured you were having another episode so I came looking for you. Your wings are shaking. Are you alright?"

"Taldon!" I shouted, stopping his torrent of words. "No, I'm not okay. I'm getting to this clearing and I can tell that it's really going to hurt." I sent him a picture of my destination and dipped in the air. My wings were struggling to hold me up and I was falling quickly. I could see the area where Terrik-elda and I practiced and I angled myself toward it. If I had any luck, my wings would hold up long enough for me to get over the clearing and then I could drop the rest of the way to the ground. It would hurt like crazy, but I thought the pain I was currently experiencing would mask it.

I did manage to fly over the clearing before my wings gave out. "Xayna!" Taldon yelled as I dropped the last twenty or thirty feet. I hit the ground with a dull thud, but I barely felt it through the haze of pain in my brain. Lava filled my veins and intense pressure pushed on me from every side. This was so much different than any other episode. I curled myself into the smallest ball I could and roared in agony. My bones felt like they were breaking under my skin which tingled and burned beneath my scales.

The pain overwhelmed my mind. I must be dying, I thought. I wish I would have told my parents that I love them. I could feel darkness pressing on me. I tried to tell Taldon that I loved him, but everything went black and I felt no more pain.



Metamorphosis Ch. 02: The Milking



This is the second part of the Metamorphosis series based on a true story. If this turned you on, please turn ME on by saying something nice (or dirty ;) )

*****

Standing in front of me was a woman I used to know. She was a reflection of who I thought I was. This woman didn't know power like I now did. She could barely imagine what it felt like to be in control. Now, the new me was ready to go even further. 

As I opened the door I was greeted by a visual that has forever been burnt in my memory. There on the bed, just as instructed, lay Jim. Never could I have ever imagined being this attracted to anyone, let alone Jim. It wasn't the person that I was attracted to, nor the body; it was the first time that I'd had a man completely in my control, displaying the entirety of his genitals as a gesture of complete surrender to me. 

Jim wasn't just okay with this, he seemed to enjoy it. I took my time walking up to that delicious ass, taking in the view. This only made him even more nervous, shifting a bit as he fought the instinct to turn around and look. I loved the way his genitals jiggled as they hung there like a small bunch of grapes.

He was smart enough to leave sufficient space on the bed behind him. It would appear he knew where he wanted me to be. Sitting cross-legged behind him, my face was inches away from his ass. It was delightful and amusing watching him react to my blowing cool wind down his crack and to the tip of his nut sack. 

"So, do you like being controlled?" I finally broke the silence.

"Uh...yes" he replied, sounding unsure.

"You've never done this before?" 

"No. I've actually never..." the shame of admitting to being a virgin was too much for him to handle.

"I hope you don't think that it's happening today" I warned him, reminding him of who was in control. "And nobody hears about this, you understand?" 

"No, this stays between us," he quickly replied. 

"You tell Mark and I'll give you the world's cheapest castration surgery" As lame as that just sounded, he got the message. I couldn't afford to let this guy ever use this to get between my boyfriend and me.

"I understand, I promise," he said, sounding just the opposite of the arrogant Jim that I used to know. 

I could no longer help myself from reaching out and grabbing the meat in front of me. At the same time, I didn't want to let him get worked up too quickly. Mark going away on his business trip wasn't so bad after all. I had 32 hours to do as I pleased with my very own sex slave. 

Instead of touching him, I decided to talk dirty to him once again. There's nothing better than the satisfaction of getting to see what your words can do to a person. With a little difficulty, I finally managed to lay down between his legs, my face right under his junk, hanging 2-3 inches above. The dampness by now had turned to wetness between my legs, the thickness of it acting as a lubricant as I ground my silky thighs against each other. 

"Will you look at that! Your limp little cock hanging just inches over my open mouth" I said, smiling as I saw him shiver a bit to the sensation of my breath on his exposed head. I didn't need to look up but I knew he was watching. I wanted to control not just his body but his mind as well. I could do with a fuck buddy; someone I could summon at a moment's notice every time I was suspicious of Mark sleeping around with Tina. Two can play the same game, and it wouldn't hurt to play it a little differently.

His little penis was now growing in anticipation and I was amazed at this recovery time. Nonetheless, it was time for some fun.

"Have you ever had someone suck on your dick?" I asked, watching hang even closer to my mouth. I could smell the cum on his still glistening little cock head.

"No" he replied meekly.

"Have you ever wondered what it would feel like?" 

"Yes"

"Have you played with your little cock, thinking about it?"

"Yes"

"Have you fantasized about me?" 

"I've...Uh..." he was starting to panic and I was getting a little worried he'd start to shrink.

"So what have you imagined me doing to you?" To be honest, I was keen to hear what he had to say.

"I sometimes think about fingering you and then...cumming on your face as you lick behind my balls." He said, sounding relieved to have gotten it out of his system.

"When you say behind, do you mean here?" I wet a finger before reaching up and lightly tracing the area behind his nuts. Starting at the edge of his puckered asshole, I let it slowly trace its way along the line towards his balls. This made his cuck jump, spewing out a thick blob of clear pre-cum. I watched and waited for it to make its descent. My finger traced its way back, only this time it went past its starting point, the smoothness giving way to soft ridges and finally the puckered asshole. 

The sensation of having someone touch his most sensitive area for the first time in his life was almost too much for Jim to bear. He let out a low groan as my finger tip made contact with his asshole, and stayed there. This time his cock jumped again and produced another thick blob of pre-cum. Too heavy to sit at the tip, a thick drop slowly oozed down, and I stuck my tongue out to receive it. The saltiness was suddenly addictive and I raised my head, reaching up for a quick suck of his cock head.

"Please don't stop" he begged, slowly lowering his hips till his cock was resting on my left cheek.

"Don't act smart or I'll just make it even more painful" I snapped, taking hold of his nuts and causing him to let out a sharp yelp.

"Sorry, sorry" he retorted, quickly lifting his hips back to its original position.

"Don't move!" I ordered, before getting up and leaving the room. When I came back, I caught him taking a peep, eying the tube of KY in my hand. But what he noticed next made him open his eyes even wider.

Standing there in front of his was not just any woman, but the first naked woman he had seen in the flesh. Well, I did still have my short top on but that barely covered my stomach. His eyes roamed the bottom half of my body, finally resting on my neatly trimmed pussy and the glistening wetness between my thighs. 

Climbing in front of him, I rested my back against the headboard before spreading my legs out on either side of him. His eyes never left my crotch and he appeared to be visually drinking it all in. Placing another pillow behind my back, I managed to shift forward, bringing my dripping crotch just inches from his face. Now, it was me who could feel his breath on my most intimate areas.

"You ever seen a woman's vagina this close up?" I asked rhetorically. 

"No" he replied, his voice visibly quivering.

"When you think about fingering me, how many fingers do you use?" I decided it was time to get back to teasing him.

"First 2 then 3" he answered, his eyes still focused on the wet folds between my legs.

"And do you ever think about licking me here?" I run my finger up and down my slit, letting it ride over the bump of my clit and down between the moist folds before slipping into my dripping hole.

"Yes, I want to do it right now," he replied, sounding hungry. He watched as my finger slowly slipped out of my wet crotch, and made its way over to his mouth. He sucked it clean and reluctantly let it go, as if it was the last time he'd ever get to taste it.

"Well, you can smell it. Touch it and I'll make you pay so badly." I warned him.

Wasting no time, he leaned forward, the tip of his large nose almost touching me. My pussy tingled every time he exhaled, he was practically touching me with his breath and I loved it. In fact, the tip made mild contact with my lips a couple of time but I chose to turn a blind eye. Losing control of myself, I grabbed his head, rubbing my snatch across his nose, burying it between my folds before climbing off the bed.

Noticing he wasn't in the position I had ordered earlier, I quickly grabbed his balls from behind, more out of anger at myself for losing control. Now, I was going to assert my dominance much stronger than I had so far. I uncapped the tube of KY and, without warning, pressed the cold nozzle into his puckered asshole. He seemed to enjoy the sensation of cold lubricant gel being squeezed liberally into his posterior. 

Content with the amount of KY, I placed the tube on the bed and proceeded to stick a finger in his gaping ass. Aided by the KY, it slipped all the way in until I was knuckle deep. I knew I'd found his prostate the moment I noticed his cock twitch. Pulling my finger out, I added a second one before slowly plugging his orifice. He seemed to panic at first with the additional stretching but soon relaxed enough for my fingers to slide all the way in. 

With two fingers now inside him, I was able to get a better feel of his prostate, using the 'come here' motion to massage the walnut-shaped swelling. Every time my fingers made contact with it, his cock would twitch. I even noticed more pre-cum collect at the tip and decided to resume my earlier position between his legs. 

I let the tip of his cock rest against my closed lips as I continued massaging his prostate, making his cock bounce off my lips with every press of the button. I noticed his balls ascending again, announcing the arrival of a second round of semen. 

He could be heard grunting, pushing his ass against my hand, fucking my fingers. By the look on his face, he was very close. He seemed to be losing control of what he was doing, his hard cock trying to push it way past my lips as he bucked his hips involuntarily. And then it happened.

He let out a low growl and I knew it was finally time. My lips were now coated with his pre-cum, the tip of his penis smearing it across them. My fingers, which still working their magic in his ass, were now being squeezed tight by his sphincter muscles. Seconds later, the largest, thickest rope of cum squirted out of the tip, coating my lips and chin. This was followed by at least another 3 thick squirts before the more watery semen followed, spreading across the entire lower half of my face. 

Exhausted, Jim rolled over to the side and onto his back. As a final gesture, I got up, lifted his knees up to his chest and stuck my tongue into his asshole, before slurping on his little, limp dick.

And then the door bell rang.

To be continued.



Metamorphosis Ch. 02



All were professionals, one obviously a light skinned black man, a couple of dark haired guys, and two light haired ones. 

"You write a good ad, honey. Are you going to call any of these guys?" 

"How? I need a private phone line." 

Bell Atlantic had a new dial tone on the downstairs phone us in two days. I wired a couple of extensions to our part of the house. Now it was the twelfth. So, this erotic adventure cost $45 for the ad, and so far, $85 for a phone line. 

And I'd bet 95% of the voyeur husbands out there would spend the money gladly. 

There were 18 days left to the deadline we set for ourselves.



Metamorphosis Ch. 03



I sat listening in (mute buttons are wonderful things). She was really into role playing. "I'm going to pretend to be Betty. I'll even use her first name." I listened to her talk to the guys whose letters she liked: one guy was so angry about his marriage failing, he was a lousy prospect. 

"I want a good time" Tina told me after talking to him, "not baggage". 

A few men talked about looking for the "right woman". That made us both uncomfortable. She just wanted dates, not a long term commitment. 

In the end there were three "possibles." 

The black guy, Paul, was a manufacturing manager, he had been divorced for three years, and was going to be transferred out of state in a month - that was a definite advantage. He seemed a bit crude to me, but that wasn't a problem for Tina. She was looking for 'different' guys. Different from me. 

Phil sounded like a nerd - a CPA of all things, but there was something about him that appealed to Tina. He had never been married. "Just playing the field, meeting some wonderful people" he said. Sounds like a loser. Maybe I AM a little prejudiced there.

Joseph was a cop. He'd been divorced three times, he said, and decided he'd rather be a cop than be married, but he still liked to be around women. "So long as you weren't kidding about not wanting to get serious, we could have a good time" he claimed. 

By the end of the evening, she had set up a "let's meet for a drink" date with Paul and "dinner at Marybelle's", a nice restaurant, with (loser) Phil, the CPA. 

Joseph, the cop, had an interesting line. He soon established that Tina (AKA Betty) had just separated. "Look, I know how hard separation is. I've gone through it three times. Cops don't make good husbands, I guess, at least this one doesn't. Anyhow, you have to start somewhere. I don't want a serious relationship, and your ad says you don't, either. Meet me for a cup of coffee or something, we'll talk, and we'll be able to figure out if we even want to see each other any more." 

Joseph had some other advantages as far as I was concerned. He lived in Queens - 60 miles away. That, in the jargon of singles here, makes him "geographically undesirable". He's just too far away. Any dates would be casual - and infrequent. No chance of, shall we say, 'romantic entanglements'.

Tina agreed. "OK - where?" 

No, it wasn't at Dunkin Donuts, smartass. They agreed to meet at the Candlelight Diner, a few miles from Northport, the next evening after Joseph finished his shift. 

"That was pretty quick work" I told Tina when she hung up. 

"We only have three weeks left, honey" she reminded me. I'd like to get a couple of dates in before it's too late." 

We were both as excited as teenagers the next day, as Tina drove off on her first date, for a cup of coffee! 

She didn't return for two hours! 

That's a lot of coffee in anyone's book.

"What happened?" I demanded to know. 

"We just sat and talked, and drank coffee. He's really pretty nice, and you know, maybe I might just develop a thing for men in uniforms." 

"Are you going to see him again? Did he try to make a date or anything?" 

"Yeah, he did. We're going to eat dinner there tomorrow - is that all right?" 

"You mean, at the diner?" 

"Yeah - big deal, isn't it? But Joseph says he has to be careful where he goes when he's in his blue bag - that's what he calls his uniform. He offered to take me to dinner someplace else over the weekend when he'd be off duty, but, you know, this seemed like a good idea, so. . ." 

"Is this like going to be your first real date with him?" 

"Bob, what are you doing? Keeping score or something? I don't think so; I think we can count tonight as a first date." 

"Oh." I wasn't really sure just how I felt about that. Kind of excited, but kind of scared, too. The water here was getting deep really fast.

At bed time, Tina rolled to me, wanting to be held, wanting loving and romance. "Bob, I'm glad we're doing this. Thank you." she said. 

"Is Joseph someone you might, you know. . ." 

"I don't know. I feel safe with him, though, he's not aggressive or anything the way I'd expect a cop to be. . ." 

By then I had her nightgown pulled up to her waist, and rolled onto her, erect, horny. 

Imagining Joseph doing the same.

Man, do I need therapy.

We started. "I wonder," she said, "if I could really do. . . .you know, this with someone else. . ." 

And just a couple of minutes later, still under me, actually moving with me, she murmured, in a small voice. . . 

" . .yeah, yes, I think I could. . ." 

The next night after her dinner she came home, eyes glistening. "He wanted a good night kiss - he kissed me in the parking lot! And he hugged me really tight, and even though he had on his uniform, I could tell, I could tell. . ." 

"Tell what!" 

"I think he had an erection! He held me tight against him, honey, and I'm pretty sure felt it! I think he's big!" 

She talked about dinner, almost a fork by fork description but honestly, my mind was elsewhere. Joseph's job took a lot out of him, he told her. His wives, all three of them, felt he was more married to it than to them. "'And they were right,"' Tina repeated what he told her, and she reminded him that she sure didn't want a serious relationship so soon after separating, and besides, she was going to move away soon anyhow. 

"Even so, he wants me to eat with him again tomorrow," she told me, and I agreed. Is that OK?" 

Three dates in three nights! 

That's THREE. The magic number as I recall. 

"Sure!" I agreed. 

Hey, why not? That *is* what I wanted after all.

Isn't it?

The special phone line rang early the next evening. "Betty, we had a sort of an emergency, and I'm working until 9 tonight. I'm sorry," he said. 

"That's ok. I can meet you then," Tina offered. 

"That's kind of a problem. I'll still be stuck in my uniform, and I wanted to get home and change, and take you out to a nice place. I'm really disappointed 'cause I'd really like to see you again." I remembered he lived a long way away - he wasn't going to drive all the way home, and back out here again. 

"Uh, Betty, look don't think I'm too forward or anything, but maybe I could maybe order a pizza and bring some beer over to your place?" 

Tina paused, exchanged startled glances with me, and then without prompting, said "Ok. Sure. Yeah, I like that idea." 

She gave him directions to her 'apartment.' 

"I hope it's ok to bring him here. I think so. This is all so new to me. I'm a little scared. I'm glad you'll be watching, though," she said to me. That evening she, wearing a simple button down the front dress and sensible loafers, went down to assume her role. "Wish me luck!" 

. 

"I'm sorry you'll be moving away" were the first words he uttered when Tina let him in. "I think you're kind of special, and I wanted to get to know you better." 

He was in his full patrol uniform. "I gotta get rid of some of this stuff." 

His coat come off, and his equipment belt. Tie off, shirt opened at the neck. 

He opened the bag he brought with him, and pulled out two Stouts. "I hope you don't mind." 

She took one of the beers, and just as it was being opened our front door bell rang. I got on a robe - yes, I was naked on our bed, watching channel 30 - to find the pizza guy there. 

"It must be my tenant who ordered that," I said, pointing him toward the path around to the apartment. 

I was back in the bedroom in time to see Joseph paying for the pizza, and apologizing to the delivery man. "Yeah", the guy was saying, "it's only after 9 and I think your landlord was already in bed. I must have disturbed him." 

'Betty' can be wicked, sometimes. She went to the phone, and dialed our number! 

"Mr. Barnes, it's Betty downstairs." she said to me. "I'm sorry about the pizza delivery confusion. The delivery guy didn't disturb you, did he? I know you must have been in bed." 

I made some noises in the phone, and she, turned, smiling, towards the HAVC vents so that Joseph couldn't see, stuck her tongue out at me, and hung up! 

They were soon sitting on the sofa, beer, pizza, and napkins occupying them. 

"Some fancy date, huh, Betty?" 

"Joseph, it's different, and kind of fun. I'm glad you came." 

Their conversation meandered as slices were eaten. 

"Joseph, tell me more about being married three times. What happened? Did you choose wrong wives, or did you cheat, or did they, or what?" 

He paused for a while. "It's not easy to talk about, I don't like screwing up. My shrink told me I'm like a lot of other cops. When you run around with a gun all day, expecting people to obey you, you get to be control freaks. That carried over to my marriages - I'm OK for a while, but then I want to control everything! What about you?" 

"My marriage was all right," Tina/Betty said, "I'll tell you about it, but tell me more about this control thing." 

"Control!" went though my mind like a bolt. "Convents control everything! That explains a lot, even about her dealing with the flooding thing. She likes being controlled!" 

Joseph was talking: "Sometimes I wanted to control everything. Sometimes I even handcuffed my last wife. I was having fun, but after a while she didn't like it. It's hard to explain. . . so, tell me about your story for a while." 

"All right. My marriage was OK, I thought, but my husband just wasn't happy with me sexually. He was the only guy I'd ever had sex with, and, you know, I just didn't know how to please him." 

"He must have been a jerk." 

"No, he really isn't. It's just that, like, all of my life I thought 'sex' was 'making love'. He wanted it just be sex sometimes. Not making love, with all of the inner stuff that goes on, just having physical pleasure." 

"Nothing wrong with that." 

"Yeah, but I don't know how to do it that way. It seems so strange" 

"You should try it sometime. Let your hair down, it can be fun. You been dating a lot since you split?" 

"Nope. I just couldn't get my courage up. Joseph, you're the first guy I've dated since I moved into this apartment." 

"Oh. I didn't realize that. I guess that's an honor. Are you scared getting out in the world again?" 

"Yeah, and since I'm moving back to Pennsylvania next week I didn't want to start anything here. But then I figured out a couple of nights out would be fun." 

Joseph nodded, the story made sense to him. 

By now the pizza was gone. 

She wandered over to his equipment belt. "What all do you carry on here, anyway? It looks heavy." 

"You can see the pistol - it's a 9 millimeter automatic. We carry a baton" - he showed her that - "pepper spray, a couple sets of 'cuffs. . ." 

"More than one set?" 

"Yeah. The department issues us one set, but most of us buy extras. Bad guys come in pairs, sometimes." 

"Do you use the cuffs on women, too?" 

"Oh yeah - department regulations. We have to. Women are dangerous, too, you know." 

"What's it like to be handcuffed?" 

"Well, you're pretty helpless, unless you've had a lot of experience wearing them. They're not all that bad, I guess. Want to try them on?" 

"Are you serious?" 

"Yeah." 

"Ok. Show me!" 

"Ok". In an instant he had her hands cuffed behind her back. "See, you aren't much of a threat to me when you have these on, but it's not uncomfortable, is it?" 

"No. . . I do feel pretty helpless, though." 

"Well then, in that case. . ." he turned her to him, embraced her, and kissed her - quickly, but firmly. He then turned her again, and had the cuffs released in an instant. 

"There you go. Just like Houdini!" 

"Uh!" she said - "do you do that to all the women you handcuff?" 

"I don't think I could get away with that. You said you felt helpless, and it's that control thing of mine. I have to be careful about that." 

He went to sit on the sofa - she went to the wall light switch, turned it off, so the lighting was just from a table lamp - more than enough for my sensitive cameras, but more romantic. 

"Here it comes" I thought/hoped. 

He sat beside her, got an arm around her, turned her face towards his, and a kiss started. 

She just didn't respond - she sat there, her arms at her sides. 

"Maybe I shouldn't have done that - not then, and not before," he almost apologized. 

"No. No, I liked it. Joseph, I'm just a little scared. You're the first guy I kissed, since, you know. . ." 

"You're really up tight about me being here, aren't you? I mean, if you're not having fun maybe I should go." 

"No, it's not that. Look, this dating stuff is all new to me. I don't even know how it's supposed to go. . ." 

"I do. It's supposed to be fun. Like, like, well, eating pizza or something. Like, well, like handcuffing you. Man, in the old days, if I had a prisoner like you. . ." 

She interrupted - "You liked cuffing me?" 

"Sure. Like I told you, I like being in control." 

"Funny, I, uh, kind of liked feeling helpless, and NOT being in control." 

Joseph is a smart cop. He picked up that idea right away. "Well, some people do like stuff like that." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Look. Some of us like being in control, and some people are more comfortable when they're being dominated - it means they're not responsible for whatever happens, I guess." 

"You know a lot about that stuff, huh?" 

"Yeah, like I said I played games like that with my last wife a few times - it's a big turn on for me. It was fun for her, too." 

"Tell me about it." 

"Look, I don't like talking about the ex wives, OK? I'll tell you a little bit. We did it like this. I'd be in charge. I did whatever I wanted - whatever I thought would be fun for me, and for her. But - and this part is very important - if I started to go too far all she had to do was say a magic word - we used 'Herman' - and I had to stop, right then, and put things right, like taking off the handcuffs, and everything. No questions, no pleading. The cuffs or whatever came off, I stopped what I was doing, period. Simple, huh?" 

"But you could do anything you wanted!?" 

"Right up until she said 'Herman'. That's right." 

"So, what kind of things did you do?" 

"Uh - well, sexy things, you know." 

"Well, yeah I guessed that much. But what things, specifically? Tell me a few." 

"Come on, Betty, this is embarrassing. I hardly know you." 

"Joseph, I don't know anything about stuff like that. I want to. Please tell me." 

"OK. Like, sometimes we would act out a rape or something. Or, I'd handcuff her and undress her and we'd have sex. Or, like in real life, I'd be a cop. . . ." 

"That's not so bad. Except maybe the rape. I'm not sure about that. What else? What's the worst thing you ever did with her?" 

"Come on, Betty. . ." 

"No, tell me. Come on, I'm really interested." 

"She really got turned on by guns." 

"Oh. I was raised in Pennsylvania, I like them, too." 

"No, that's not what I mean. Like, once, well, I unloaded my nine millimeter, and we played touching games and stuff with it, that's all." 

"What do you mean 'touching games'?" 

"Like, she liked to feel it on her neck, things like that." 

I could see Tina's body language. This was getting to her! 

"Joseph - did you only touch her neck with it?" 

"Uh - no." 

"What else did you touch?" 

"Damn it, it was foreplay, all right!?" 

"Her breasts?" 

"Yeah, sure, her breasts." 

"And more?" 

"Yeah, more, we used it like a sex toy: it was foreplay, damn it! Look I don't want to talk about her any more, OK?" 

There was a pause. 

"OK," she agreed. "No more talk about that. There're still a couple of cans of beer left. Let's open them." 

She got up, did that, got the CD player running, and sat next to Joseph, each with a beer. The room was quiet for a moment. 

"I guess I understand now about you wanting to be in control." 

"I don't want to talk about it any more!" 

"I didn't mean to talk about her. It's just that it's all so new to me. Joseph, do you always follow the rules, like the Herman rule, when you play?" 

"Absolutely! If I didn't, and I was playing with someone who wasn't my wife, I could be accused of anything. I'd be in a whole world of trouble. Like, if I had someone handcuffed, they could accuse me of false arrest, or kidnapping, or rape, or anything. I'd lose everything; I could even go to jail. Believe me, for a cop, that's real misery, could be fatal." 

"So you have to trust whoever you're controlling - trust her a lot, huh?" 

"Yeah, but she has to trust me, too." 

'Betty' drank from her can. So did he. 

I thought I could see where this was going. She asked again, "And if you were playing, all the person would have to do is say 'Herman", right? It's that simple?" 

"Yeah, why do you keep asking me that? But yeah, Herman stops everything." Joseph was looking at her, questioningly. "You never did bondage or submission, things like that, did you?" 

"A long time ago, submission, yes, but it was a religious thing, not a sexual one. I've always been pretty inhibited sexually." 

"Submission takes sexuality completely out of your hands, you give yourself completely to your master - at least that's what the boss is called." 

"Oh." 

You want to try it out, don't you Betty?" 

"If I did, would you stop if I say Herman?" 

How obvious, I thought - it IS flooding! 

"Ahhh. Yes. If you want to play, it'll be great! I NEVER played before with someone I didn't know really well already, and I hardly know you. Jesus! Do you really want to?" 

Small voice - "I do." 

Joseph stood up, and looked at the woman he knew as Betty. 

His voice changed temper - it got lower almost threatening. 

"Stand up, Miss!" 

She did. 

"Put your arms behind you." 

She did. 

He turned her around - I could hear a click - and she was handcuffed again. 

"Oh, I'm gonna love this!" he said. 

"Don't hurt me. . ." 

"It's not about hurting. It's about controlling. It's about stuff like this." 

He turned her again, kissed her again. 

She didn't protest - she stood there, almost unresponsive. 

"I like this. You're mine to do whatever I want with." He turned her again, so he was behind her, and he pulled her to him, his hands creeping up her sides, still holding her close. 

"Things like this." 

His hands moved in front, one below the other, moving, down, then up, caressing her torso. 

They moved higher, and higher, to just under her breasts. 

I noticed she leaned back against him. 

"I like doing things like this." I watched as his palms turned upward, under her breasts, supporting them, weighing them, from beneath... 

"See, Betty," he continued, "now nothing that happens is caused by you; it's all being done by me. You're totally innocent. I, on the other hand. . . " 

I could see Tina take a sharp breath! She was being touched sexually, blatantly, and she was helpless. Flooding!!! I'll bet she was!!! 

She said nothing, still not resisting, not moving. 

Finally his hands were on her blouse, over her breasts. 

"I can't stop you from doing that, can I?" 

"No!" gruffly.

"I'm helpless now."

"Um hmm." 

He leaned down, kissing at her ear. 

She tilted her head, making it easier for him. 

He bent more, his mouth tracing from ear to neck. 

"Oooh. That's nice" she said, in a whisper. 

"There's a lot more to come." His mouth was busy again. 

"You're going awfully fast. . ."

"So? It's not like you could stop me. I'll do what I want with you. You're mine to play with." 

After a moment, he maneuvered her so that he could reach his equipment belt - one of his hands found his baton! 

Still holding a breast with one hand, he brought the baton up in front of the both of them. 

He rubbed it lightly along the side of her head, down beside her ear. 




Metamorphosis Ch. 03



It was late, way after two and Caro was wide awake. Today was a work day and she needed sleep but it was being elusive. Her mind was racing way too fast, her thoughts were riding a giant merry-go-round. It had been two days since Frank had fucked her senseless on his sofa. Caro had never known sex could be that way; pounding, driving, all consuming. Once she had adjusted to his size, she had been taken to heights she never thought possible. When he said he was multi-orgasmic, he hadn't lied. He had spent the morning pleasuring them both. Caro had lost count of the times she had came, they were all lumped in a jumble of pure lust. Frank had never slowed down, his stamina was astounding. Caro laughed softly, by lunchtime she was well and truly fucked. 

She shifted in bed restlessly; the last two days had been an anticlimax; to say the least. A new account had kept Frank and his partners busy. Once more Caro felt herself relegated to the woodwork, her fifteen minutes of fame were over. She had tried being fair, he was busy with the new account but it wasn't that simple for her. What she had experienced was life-changing, a true eye-opener into the real Caroline. She could never compartmentalize her life the way Frank had. His inattention after their lovemaking hurt; she felt bruised; not in her body but her soul. She felt the tears well up and tried to will them away, after all she had went into this affair expecting nothing. She had came out with the key to her sexuality, she should be thankful for that. She finally fell asleep; totally exhausted; as the tears dried on her cheeks. 

*** 

Frank put the phone in its cradle and sat back with a satisfied look on his face. The new account was theirs and he could start delegating some of the work to his partners. Frank had always done the advance work, using his charm and gift of gab. He loved the challenge of acquiring a new account, Rob and Jack would take the reins now. With Frank as the front man and the two of them handling the actual account, it was a combination that served them well and the reason why their company was growing steadily. He would have loved a cigarette but he had quit a few years back. Sitting back with a sigh; he sipped his coffee; it would have to do. The cigarettes had controlled him and Franklin Bennett let nothing control him. 

The word control brought his thoughts back to Caro and the bet. He smiled as he thought of the morning spent on the sofa. Caro had proved to be more than a match for him, taking everything he gave her and begging for more. Oh yes, the money was his for sure. Had there ever been any real doubt? Then why was there that niggling feeling of unease in the back of his consciousness? He needed to push it aside and move forward with his plan. The last two days had been hectic and he had focused solely on his work. Work always came first and then his pleasure, but he kept seeing the hurt in Caro's eyes. He knew she was fighting a battle with herself, and it was working in his favor. With the account in their pockets, he could devote his attention once more to Caro and the bet. 

*** 

The day had started shitty, one of her nephews had dumped a glass of juice on Caro's slacks. Stifling a retort, she had gone upstairs to change. As she rummaged in her closet for a new pair of slacks, she stopped and took out the sheath dress. A light coral color, it was short with a zipper in the back. Should she wear it? Would it be easy access for Frank? The way things were now, would Frank even notice? She waffled, her standard office wear had always been a blouse and slacks. Finally, she threw caution to the wind and dug out the package with the new thigh highs she had bought. Pulling them on slowly she thrilled to their silky touch on her legs and thighs. Standing, she checked herself out in the mirror. For the first time she saw her body as beautiful, and it gave her that boost of confidence she needed. Her breasts were outlined and defined in the bra and the thong molded to her pussy, with just a hint of the crack showing. The stockings and heels accentuated her long legs. Pulling the sheath over her head, she fluffed her hair over her shoulders and ran to her car. 

Of course she was late and her brother had left without her; but after cranking the starter of her car a few times; the engine fired. The trip to work was uneventful, morning rush hour had passed. Her office was empty but she could hear the soft rumblings of Frank's voice. As it was one-sided, she knew he was on the phone and busied herself with her work. Being late wasn't an issue; she was always on time; so once wasn't going to hurt. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sat at her desk but her mind kept drifting to the man in the office. She must try to focus but it was so hard, her body was on fire even thinking of him. Even his low voice coming through the door seemed to reverberate between her legs and she found herself getting wet. She gave a cursory look at the work on her desk and with a sigh, she shelved such thoughts and began her work day. 

The sound of the office door opening made her look up and Frank signaled for her to come in. Her knees were shaking as she approached him, the look on his face gave nothing away. As the door closed he pushed her up against it and almost immediately his lips were on hers. His kiss was fierce, his mouth grinding on hers. Shock gave way to pleasure for Caro and she surrendered, her arms moving around his neck. As he pulled her close, his hands ran up her legs and he groaned. She was thrilled by his response and moved her hand to squeeze the bulge between his legs. He unzipped her dress and as she lifted her arms, he drew it over her head. 

Looking between them he muttered, "Damn baby, but you are beautiful." 

Caro tried to reply but one hand cupping her breast and the other running up her leg, stopped her in her tracks. 

His mouth was against her temple and he whispered to her, "You thought I forgot you these past few days didn't you? First things first baby. First we work ... then we play." 

Once more she tried to speak but his fingers had moved to her thong and were pulling it aside. She cried out as his finger slipped between her folds and slowly circled. 

"You're so wet," he murmured, as a second finger joined the first. "You've been thinking of me and my cock, haven't you? You want my cock here, don't you?" 

Caro had no time to answer as his fingers slid into her entrance, going deep until he had palmed her pussy. As he pulled out and pushed them in once again, Caro's orgasm hit her. He was right, she had dreamed of this. She had fantasized about Frank; his cock, his tongue. Her face was buried against his shoulder and she came in a series of mini convulsions. There was no let up, Frank's fingers never stopped as he fucked her slowly to another orgasm. 

"You need this," he said, his voice husky as his mouth captured her nipple and her back arched. 

Her head was back; resting on the door as his fingers sped up and pumped in and out of her pussy. His mouth was on her tit, his hand moved quickly between her legs and Caro screamed his name as her third orgasm washed over her. Her whole body stiffened, she was on tiptoes as she rode it out. Collapsing against Frank, her body was overcome with pleasure and she felt weak. She heard his soft voice; but nothing registered; only the feelings running through her body. Gradually she came down and opened her eyes to see Frank watching her. The look in his eyes was puzzling; almost enigmatic; but the next moment it was gone. Caro had no time to think about it then, she filed it in the recesses of her mind to be analyzed at a later date. 

He reached behind her and locked the door, and Caro's heart soared. She wanted to show him the pleasure he had shown her. Pulling his shirt from his pants, she began to unbutton it. With each button she placed her lips on the skin it exposed, until she was at his waist. Her hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, taking great care as she ran the zipper over the hard bulge. Bending low, she helped him remove his shoes, socks, and pants. Before she could go further, Frank pulled her to her feet and led her to his desk. Sitting in his chair, he threaded his cock through the opening in his boxers and waited. 

Caro had limited experience going down on a man, her husband wasn't particularly oral. She only knew she wanted to do this right, to give him a blowjob that literally rocked his world. She thought back to the porno movies she had watched last weekend and said a small prayer of thanks. Kneeling between his legs; she looked up at Frank and smiled; even as her head lowered. 

*** 

Frank watched as Caro arched, her body bucking under his rapidly moving hand. He had brought her to orgasm three times in a short space of time and he marveled at the change in her. As she yelled his name, he felt something stir deep inside him. The feeling was alien to him and he shoved it aside but not without a small amount of trepidation. Caro's hands were on his shirt even as he locked the door and he waited, letting her take the lead now. The dress and thigh highs had been another pleasant shock and another step in his ladder to success. Caro's initiation into the world of sensuality was progressing and it was time for another lesson. 

Taking her hand; he led her to his desk. Sitting in his chair, he took out his cock and slowly stroked it. He watched her indecision and hesitation, he knew sucking cock was foreign to her. She knelt and smiled shyly up at him and once again Frank felt that stirring deep inside. Pushing her hair back, he watched as she leaned in and brushed her lips over the tip. He sucked air through his teeth as she ran her tongue around the head. It was tentative at best, but he said or did nothing. This was Caro's show and he wanted her to assert herself, to show him what she had. Her hand was around his cock but her fingers didn't touch and he moaned as she clamped both hands around his shaft. Running her tongue around the head once more, she started to lick his shaft from the top to the base. She alternated her tongue, licking up with it flattened against the skin and moving down with the underside. It was incredibly erotic and Frank wondered where she had learned such a trick. 

There was no time for thinking as Caro laved his cock, her tongue seeking and finding every sensitive spot. It was shiny now with her saliva and he groaned as her mouth took in his cockhead. Her mouth was stretched around his girth and she began to make shallow thrusting motions. With each thrust she took more and then rested. There was no way she could ever deep throat him but she was making a concerted effort. He felt himself touch the back of her throat and she stopped, seeming to adjust before she began a steady in and out movement. Her hands were wrapped around the base of his cock and moved in rhythm with her mouth. Frank's hands moved to the arms of the chair as her head bobbed and her hands beat him. 

Frank knew he was close and ground out, "Caro?" Once more, "Caro?" 

She looked up through her curtain of hair and his cock came out of her mouth in a soft popping sound. A string of saliva and his pre-cum trailed from her lips and her eyes were questioning. 

"Caro, I'm going to cum soon. Have you ever swallowed a man's cum before?" 

She shook her head no and he smiled, "Do you want to swallow mine? If not you had better finish me off with your hands." 

Caro still hadn't said a word; there was a small hesitation. She smiled and licked around his cockhead and said, "I want to try, to give you the pleasure you gave me." 

Frank smoothed her hair back and twisted it around his hand, he needed to watch. Her mouth re-captured his cock and she twisted back and forth to take as much of the shaft as possible. Starting slowly, she gradually moved faster. With her hands wanking his shaft and her sucking and sliding mouth, he was ready in record time. Frank dropped her hair and holding the arms of the chair, he raised his ass. 

"Oh Caro, I'm going to cum!" 

His voice was husky, the groan that followed echoed through the room, mixing with the sounds of Caro's mouth on his cock. He felt her jerk back as his cum hit her throat but it was momentary and acting instinctively, she swallowed. Her hands were still pumping him hard and he put his hands over them, slowing the pace. She took his cue and her mouth matched the tempo of her hands. Each slow pass on his cock was ecstasy, and he seemed to cum forever. His cum was dribbling out of the corners of her mouth as she released his cock. Her tongue licked around the sensitive head even as the last drops formed on the tip. Caro rubbed her mouth on his shaft, using his cock to wipe the cum off her lips. Then with a slightly mischievous smile, she licked him clean. 

At first Frank was speechless, she was a quick learn for a novice. Her total willingness to take him deep and swallow his cum, was amazing. Her trust in him was plain to see and the guilt started to set in once more. His thoughts were interrupted by Caro moving onto his lap and her lips in his throat. He could think anytime, now there was only time for this. 

*****

Any other time the traffic would have annoyed Caro, honking horns, impatient drivers, mini jams. But today she drove home in a delightful fog, nothing could spoil her mood. She just wanted to get home, to be able to relive the day in the sanctity of her room. Pulling in the driveway, she remembered tonight was her nephews' basketball game. The house would be empty and she would be able to escape to her room. Upstairs she drew water in the tub and threw in some bath salts. She looked at herself in the mirror as she undressed. Was it her imagination or did she look like a woman who had spent the day making love? She smiled, the old saying about stars in your eyes was true. 

The water was hot and she lay back with a sigh. Her muscles were aching, she had used ones today that she never knew she had. Frank hadn't forgotten her! How wonderful was that! She had seen real hunger in his eyes as he pushed her against the door. He had barely touched her and she had came, her need for him had been that great. But it was the blowjob she remembered most, she had surprised herself. With her husband she had closed her eyes and mind as she sucked him, eager for him to get done. Any idea of swallowing was out of the question, she had always finished him off with her hand. Frank was different, for one thing it was his attitude. He treated her like she was special, not something to be used at his leisure. In doing so, he brought out a side in her that her husband had buried. 

She remembered Frank's moans as she sucked his cock, the tightening of his body. He was way too big to deep throat him, but she compensated in other ways. She had used her instincts and the limited amount of knowledge she had gleaned from the porno movies. His fingers in her hair and him calling her name, told her all she needed to know. She had tried to swallow all his cum but there was no way she could. No matter, she had licked his cock clean afterwards. At that moment Caro had felt all powerful, he was hers if only for a short time. As he nestled her in his arms she felt complete for the first time in her life. 

But if she thought Frank was through, she was wrong. Swinging her around on his lap, he spread her legs and settled her body on his cock. Caro's back was to Frank and his hands reached around to cup her tits. He began a slow rocking motion, working his cock deeply inside her. Caro lay in the tub but she could still hear the creak of the chair as they moved together. Her fingers moved under the water as she remembered the slow build up, their labored breathing. Her whimpering had turned to whines as his rocking grew frenzied. Frank pulled her back against him as he started drive his cock up into her. His hand squeezed her breast as his other hand found her clit and circled it. Each thrust pushed her in the air, until Frank's yell and her scream signaled their orgasms. Caro came in the tub, her body spasmed as she relived that moment. 

The water was cooling in the tub and the sun had set long before. She wrapped in a towel and sat at the vanity and began to brush her hair. Her thoughts were taking her far beyond their office couplings. She scolded herself, one day at a time Caro. Take it one day at a time. 

To be continued ...



Metamorphosis Ch. 03



When Heather woke up she found herself lying against a pillow wet with tears. She let her eyes open slowly, unsure of anything anymore and half expecting someone to be there. For the briefest moment, she thought when she opened her eyes she'd see Sean standing above, but the paranoia passed. She lay there in the same clothes she was in last night and thought to herself that she needs a shower and soon. She glanced at the nightstand and it read 3:27. She thought maybe she'd...

"Wait... 3:27?" she contemplated for a second before it hit her. "O Fuck!" she shouted and sprang from the bed in one agile move. She had only a few minutes before Sean normally got home from school and she couldn't believe she'd forgotten. He might already be home early, and then she would've screwed herself. She ran to the top of the steps and yelled down "Sean...?" After a second attempt and still no answer, she knew he wasn't home yet, although it wouldn't be long. She made way for Sean's room, and when in it, she froze again. 

For a brief moment she thought it would happen all over again, but she shook her head awake, and moved towards the desk. The first thing she did was close all the open windows, go back to the desktop, and turn the screen off. She gave the desk a once over to make sure nothing seemed out of place and when nothing did, she stood up and took in the huge wet mark on the floor below the chair. It was impossible to hide, and after a few minutes of weighing her options, she decided she'd tell Sean she spilt one of his drinks while grabbing his laundry. She'd remind him not to leave drinks in his room to make it more believable. She looked around the room once more, accepted it as passable, and walked out. She was nervous she missed something, but glad she hadn't slept any later than she did. 

Out in the hallway, she paused for a moment to decide what she would do now. She thought about exercising still, but the motivation was nowhere to be found. She knew she also had to talk someone soon, someone most likely being her sister Olivia. She didn't know how or even if she could start the conversation though. 

There was nothing in the world she couldn't talk to Liv about, but to explain it all to her, she'd have to explain it to herself in a way. Heather felt like her emotions were driving her slowly crazy, but after a few deep breaths, she decided to get a shower. Sean would be home by the time she was done, they could eat an early dinner, and afterwards she'd give Olivia a call. She thought maybe she'd even take a drive over there if she felt so inclined to do so later. She took another deep breath and headed into her bedroom to freshen up. 

As she stood looking through her top drawer, Heather's cell phone started vibrating on the nightstand. In the grace of a woman half her age, she put a knee of the bed, leaned forward, and grasped the cell phone. Still moving like a teenage, she rolled cleanly on her back and held the phone above her face to see who was calling. She wasn't sure why she was nervous when she saw it was Sean.

"Hey babe, how was school?" she tried to ask casually

"It was boring. And slow. The next week will be the longest of my life." he said matter-of-factly. He didn't know the week would prove to be much more than just long.

"O well. Grit your teeth and smile bud, it's almost over now." The casualness was flowing back into her voice. "You on your way home?" she asked

"Actually no, not for a little while. I have a really important final essay due tomorrow, so I actually thought I'd sit in the park and finish it." He smiled to himself. Heather couldn't help smirking at the sound of this, but she tried keep her voice just the same.

"Good for you. We'll I'm done working for the day, gonna grab a shower and then maybe head over to Aunt Olivia's for a little. Not sure though, so I might or might not be home when you get here."

"Cool. What should I do for dinner if you're at aunt Liv's?" Sean asked

"Hmmm well, it's Friday huh? You want to order pizza? Whether I'm at Aunt Liz's or not when you get home, why don't we plan on getting some delivery around 7-ish?"

"Alright sounds good. I'll be here about 2 hours at the most I'd guess. If you're not home when I get there, I'll see you around 7-ish. Tell Aunt Liv I said hello."

"Ok sweetie I will" Heather said. Then, some evil little side of her took hold and in a voice just slightly more sultry, she said... "And have fun writing baby..." She didn't wait for a reply before she hung up. Sean was momentarily stunned and the seductive sound of his mother's voice sent shivers in his ear and down his back. Before he could reply the cell phone screen lit up and she was already gone. He could hear his mother's seductive tone echoing in his head and quickly got back to writing. 

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After she hung up the phone, she let it fall from hand to the bed. She couldn't believe she just said that, or better yet, she couldn't believe how she said it. She stared into the mirror and thought to herself, "Something is happening here, and you can't feed into it. This is all wrong, and you need to stop. You're an adult, so get some control over yourself. Fun time has come and gone, so never again." 

For the first time since last night, she felt like her conscious mind was clearing up, and if she tried hard, she'd forget all these overwhelming emotions of the past day. She got to her feet and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open. She stood staring at herself in the mirror for a few moments before she crossed her arms and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She looked at her firm breasts and tight abs in the mirror. She reached up and undid her pony tail, letting it fall down on her shoulders like silk. As she starred at her own naked body, she started to understand why her Son wanted her so badly. Her body gave off sex appeal, yes, and her ass and boobs were firmer than they should've been. Her lips were full and seducing. 

It was more though, she now realized. It was the warm sensuality she gave off. Her soft creamy skin and hazel eyes were welcoming and promising, sure. Her auburn hair flowing in waves down on to her shoulders made her seem like a goddess. It was more though, it was all these things, mixed together with her motherly love and her soft touch to life. "Maybe Sean fantasies about a woman of sensuality, rather than solely me. Maybe I'm the closest he's come to a loving, caring, sensual woman." She thought to herself with growing excitement. It was starting to make more sense. 

"Sean's never known unconditional romantic love. So couldn't it be that he just yearns for the sensual, passionate encounter that comes from such a woman, rather than literally me?" Her mind raced and she didn't know if she was fooling herself or making headway. It didn't matter though because right then and there, starring at her naked form, she came to a conclusion. "My thoughts are your own secrets and there's no use fighting them. Thinking something is different than talking about it, and even more so than doing it... so I won't resist thoughts anymore. That's all though Heather. You can never do more than think about it. And maybe after you talk to Liv you'll feel better." 

While she starred at her naked body in the mirror, a little part of her knew, knew beyond all doubt, that there was an interesting road ahead of her, and the past 24 hours were only the beginning. With that, she turned on the water, stepped inside the shower, and spent a long time just noticing how the water felt as it poured over her.

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Meanwhile at the park, Sean was sitting at his favorite picnic table, staring down at the page in front of him. He's was close to finishing his story but something was missing. Something small, but significant none the less, and as much as he wanted to finish the first draft at that point, he knew the price of rushing it. He read and re-read the last page over and over, and it was good thing his lap was out of view, because under the table his erection was full force as he read the words of his own fantasy. Then, after a few minutes of deciding his choices, he knew he had only one real option, slow it down and redo the last page. Somewhat reluctantly, Sean ripped the page from the wire binding, balled it up, and rewrote it one more time.

I was speechless as I watched her hand move up and down my dick. It wasn't the sight of it though; it was the sound of her voice in my ear. She was sitting next to me, leaning into my ear as she slowly stroked. 

"You like that, huh baby? You like feeling your me stroke your dick? This is wrong baby... but I need it. I need to be wrong. Ooo ya Sean." she moaned in my ear.

"Ooo Mom. Ooo god Mom." I moaned.

"Ya baby... and your mom's got a surprise for you." and after the word 'you' she shoved her tongue deep in my ear, let go of my erection, and stood up in front of me.

"Stand up Sean" she practically whispered and I did, and we stood there staring in to each other's eyes. Then, she reached around me like she was hugging me, licked my lips, and stared into my eyes the whole time she sank down to her knees. She looked right at me with my dick only inches from her face and never looking away, grabbed it and licked slowly from the base to the tip.

"You want your mother to suck your dick? Her own son's cock? Say it... Say what you want." she told me.

"Suck me mom, you fucking whore." and it was out before I realized what I said. For a split second I was nervous, but my mother looked at me like a flip had been switched. She put my hands on the back of her head, and still starring right at me, slid my deck in her mouth and down her throat. When I heard her gag I tried to pull away but she shoved it in her throat deeper. 

I knew she wanted it hard, so I pulled her head against my dick as hard as I could and I watched my whole shaft disappear in her throat. When she finally needed a breath she took it out and stared at me. Saliva was dripping for her mouth. She grabbed my dick and started stroking it while looking up at me.

"You like me Dirty, huh baby?" she asked starring directly at me. "You want me to be your little slave, huh?"

"Mom I'm close" I warned her. 

"You gonna cum baby? Why don't you cum right here Sean, all over your mother's face. You'd like that huh? You'd like to shoot your cum all over me wouldn't you?" she pushed further. "Cum baby, cum for me. Look at me looking right at you baby. Cum on me Sean. Cum on this face" and as she said that staring up looking right at me, my dick pumped harder than I've ever felt before, and the first stream landed in her right eye and her hair. The second and third were on her lips. 

I barely had enough energy to keep standing, but when I looked down what I saw made me legs even weaker. My mother's hand was covered in sperm and she was still starring at me as she sucked and licked her cum soaked fingers. She opened her mouth to show it was full of my sperm, and then slowly swallowed it as she looked into my eyes. 

Sean starred at the finished piece of paper with a smile on his face. It was just right, and with it being completed, he closed his notebook, put it in his backpack, and waited for his erection to subside before walking home. It was a nice spring day outside and Sean smiled as he walked home.

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It was a little after 5 when Heather was out of the shower and in her room getting dressed. She was standing in front of her closet wearing nothing but matching black panties and a bra and leafing through the hangers. She finally decided on a light pink blouse, and as she pulled it from the hanger, she heard the downstairs door open and close. 

"Mom, I'm home." Sean shouted from the living room. He dropped his backpack next by the front door just as he'd been doing mindlessly since kindergarten.

"I'm getting dressed... be down in five." Heather shouted back from her room. She pulled the pink blouse over her head and shut the closet door. She walked over to the dresser at the foot of the bed, took a pair of jean shorts from a drawer, and pulled them on. They were shorts meant for a girl in her twenties, and from behind, you'd think Heather was just that. Once she pulled up the zipper and buttoned her shorts, she grabbed a hair brush from the dresser and ran it through her hair a handful of times. Finally, she leaned forward to let her hair hang down and wrapped it neatly in pony tail. When she stood up, she looked in the mirror, took a deep breath, and told herself, "Relax.", and with that she headed downstairs. 

Sean was sitting on the couch with the remote in his hand flipping through the channels when Heather walked downstairs. "Hey mom" he said without turning to look at her since the stairs were behind the couch.

"Hey sweetie, how was your day? You finish your essay?" she replied. She walked right into the kitchen without walking in front of him. The house was very open on the bottom floor which made multi-room conversations much easier. 

"Almost" he answered, still flipping channels. "Essentially... yes. I'm just not happy with the ending yet." and with that, he thought of the story he wrote in the park, and couldn't help but smile at his own cleverness. It was an ambiguous remark to Heather, but to him it was a brilliant inside joke. "It'll take another hour of writing at most."

"Good to hear Sean. I'm glad you're not neglecting school because it's almost over. You still have a lot more papers to write yet, and believe me... they don't get any easier" Heather said as she skimmed the pile of mail on the counter. 

"I'm aware" 

"Good" she concluded and walked into the living room. "Anyhoo, I'm going to go over to Aunt Liv's for a little. I'll be back about 7 and if you want to wait, we'll get some pizza. Don't wait on me though if you're hungry. I left 20 bucks on the counter" she told him as she passed in front of the couch.

She went to the closet by the front door to grab a pair of her tennis shoes, breaking Sean's daze in the process. When she bent down to get the shoes from the bottom of the closet, Sean's eyes widened. His mother was wearing tight jean shorts her ass looked firm and round and young. Sean followed her silky legs up and down and in just those few seconds he could feel his penis swelling in his shorts. Heather could almost feel his eyes on her, and the part of her that acts before thinking told her to turn her head and look back at him. When she did she saw her son's eyes wide and attentive, but after just a second he realized the situation and looked away fast. Embarrassment filled him and he felt like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Seeing this, Heather reached even further into the closet, going onto her tippy toes before she finally picked up the pair of shoes and stood up.

Sean didn't want to look away from the TV in fear that his mother was going to say something, but she just walked in front of him again and sat down in the arm chair across from the couch. As she leaned forward to put on her shoes, Heather told Sean, "O, and by the way, I was picking up some dirty clothes in your room today, and knocked over a drink on your desk. Don't worry it didn't spill on anything but the floor, but you do need to take better care of your living spaces. Just try to not leave half opened bottles all over the place. Can you handle that babe?"

"I suppose I could give it a go, but only since you asked so nicely." He had a playfully sarcastic tone and a smirk to match.

"I'm flattered" she said dryly; her own sarcasm coming through. "Any idea what your plans are tonight?" she asked.

Slyly, Sean said, "Well I was thinking about going out with Jeremy, but with this paper to finish, and plans to have dinner with a super model, I think I'll stay at home just this once."

Heather wanted to take his comment as an innocent remark, but she couldn't help but feel a bit flattered and more so... excited. Finished tying up her shoes, she stood up and looked at Sean. "That's a funny joke babe... A for effort." Sean wanted to explain to her how he truly did think she was as attractive as any model the world over, but he thought he'd be starting down a slippery slope.

"I'll take it." was all he replied. "Anyway, tell Aunt Olivia I said hello and that we need to hang out soon cause I miss her."

Heather grabbed her keys and purse off the counter, walked to the front door, and said to Sean, "Can do. I'll give you a call when I'm leaving and we can go from there. Don't hurt yourself on that couch while I'm gone." was the last thing she said as she turned and pulled the door shut behind her. 

"I'll try..." he said to the now empty house and a guilty smile came over his lips.

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While waiting for the red light to change, Heather was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel nervously. It was 5:30 and rush hour traffic was not only horrendous in this part of the town, but in full bloom. She'd told Olivia she'd be there by now, but it wasn't running late that was irritating her... it was the fact that she couldn't decide if she was making a wise decision. She had no doubt in her mind that Olivia would hear her out and speak without judgment. Shit... I could kill someone and she still wouldn't be judgmental she thought to herself. No, she wasn't worried about that...she was worried her sister would try and push her further. 

Olivia was a lot like Heather in some ways, but mostly, they were two very different people. Their looks were noticeable similar, and if Olivia wasn't 8 years younger, they could be twins. This wasn't entirely true though. Olivia had a taste for tattoos and had a collection of them, including a very well done half sleeve on her right forearm. She'd taken a liking to piercings too, but practiced more restraint with those. She had her tongue and eyebrow pierced, but she didn't wear the eyebrow ring very often. Besides their build, they were intelligent and outspoken woman, but that's where the similarities ended for the most part.

Heather had been a motivated woman who enjoyed having a fun night once in a while. Olivia had decided early on in adulthood that she wouldn't deny herself pleasure for the sake of doing what others wanted her to do. She went to art school, experimented freely with drugs, had worry-free sex, and engaged in all the things she wanted to with no concern for anyone suggesting she do otherwise. In her late 20's she began settling down in regards to getting high and having frivolous relationships, but for the most part, she still tried to live for the moment. And this included her line of work.

Olivia was what she referred to as a "Sexual Fantasy Specialist". In reality, she was highly sought after fetish sex counselor. She worked with couples that wanted to try something new, but needed help getting on the same page with each other. She charged a hefty price but it didn't matter, she had all the business she could handle. Sometimes she'd spend upwards of 10 sessions with a couple, getting them comfortable with each other's fantasies. Heather didn't know any of the finer details of her sister's work, but she knew enough to be scarred she was making a mistake.

She remained committed though, and after a few more red lights, she finally pulled into the parking lot of her sister's apartment building. It was a tall building and the majority of residents were old and wealthy, and Heather always wondered why her sister liked it so much. She assumed it was the "high society" feel to the building. She crossed the marble lobby and swiped her electronic key chain to open the door. Liv had given her one when she moved in. After a short elevator ride to the 10th floor, she walked down the hall to Olivia's apartment, knocked once, and let herself inside. 




Metamorphosis Ch. 03



"Liv I'm here" heather announced.

"I'm in the kitchen babe, come in" She was standing at the kitchen counter pouring rum into a blender. 

"Hey sis" she said as she walked into the kitchen. They exchanged the half kiss/half cheek rub that women are famous for, and Heather put her keys and purse on the counter.

"Hope you want a daiquiri" Olivia asked, looking over her shoulder and shaking her ass. Her eyebrows rose with the word daiquiri as if she was the exclamation point. 

"And I hope you can make it strong enough..." 

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Heather was sitting on the couch next to her sister, but they were turn towards each other. Heather had her third daiquiri in hand and was passionately discussing a woman from work.

"...I mean, I'm SOO thankful I don't work in the office or I'd choke that little bitch. Always having to be right, always getting in the last word. AND... she's a whore. She slept with like... every guy in the fucking office." and with that she must have thought she'd told the world funniest joke, because she laughed whole heartedly to herself. 

Olivia smiled at the sight of this. She hadn't seen her sister loosen up in years. She was dressed casually in short cotton shorts and a tank top. Her dark hair was up in a make shift bun. Naturally the same shade hair as Heather, she added a few white streaks underneath to liven it up. She smiled and laughed and let Heather finish her thought before she decided it was time to interrupt. Olivia never held back or sugar coated anything... nor did she beat around the bush. So when the time presented itself she spoke quickly and gracefully. 

"Ok Heath... good gossip... but get to it. Stop tip toeing around and just jump in already." Olivia said with the same smile.

Heather tried being believable when she said "That's it actually... I just wanted to bitch about work and have a few drinks." but she looked all around the room when she said it. Olivia just laughed.

"Heather... get to it" She kept the smile hoping it'd help Heather, but when she saw Heather's face drop and tears well up in her eyes, she stopped smiling and put her drink on the coffee table. She reached over and nudged her sister's chin up and looked her in the eyes. "Heather... whats wrong? You should know by now you can tell me anything."

"I just... It's just that... I feel so... fucked up. There's something wrong with me Olivia"

Still being nice but a little more assertive all Olivia had to say was, "Heath..."

Heather whipped her eyes, took two deep breaths and began. She told her sister all about how she first saw Sean typing last night and how that led to snooping around on the computer earlier today. Then she spared no detail telling her about what she read. She told her everything... how she had been so turned and excited by it. She told her about fingering herself right there and how she squirted for the first time.

"I mean... I've never cum like that Liv. I couldn't even explain it to you, and when I came, I felt the surge or liquid rushing out. I literally soaked the chair and floor" Heather was speaking with energy now, wanting to leave no stone unturned. Olivia didn't feel it was necessary to interrupt Heather and tell her how incredibly hot that sounded. She listened as her sister told her about crying afterwards and the confusion and guilt. She even told her about the routine shower and drive over. When Heather was finished she let out a huge sigh, whipped her ear and finished by telling Olivia how much better she actually felt.

"I know it's all ridiculous, but I feel a lot better and I know It was just a crazy 24 hours. I'm sure It's out of me." Heather told her sister. Although, when Olivia didn't say anything back and kept looking at her, Heather felt her easiness slip away. "Right? I mean it's over with right? What do you think Liv?" Olivia collected her thoughts and began.

"What do I think? Shit... where should I start? Should I start with how I think your fooling yourself or how you're fighting nature? Maybe I should start with your sexual needs... or maybe.... I'll start with where it all begins, Sean's and his little fantasies." She took a sip of her drink and put it back.

"Sean's sexual desires are not abnormal, nor are they unhealthy. Think of his story but with another woman in it. He's obviously longing for an older, loving, open-minded, woman. More specifically, he's longing for an emotional, psychological and sensual connection romantically. He's attracted to the idea of an older woman who will caress his appetite and curiosity. A woman that seduces him with ...

"With motherly love..." Heather interrupted. Her eyes were wide with attentiveness.

"Exactly Heather. He wants sex but with the motherly love you raised him with. That's half of it at least" Olivia said matter-of-factly.

"Wait what?" Heather was confused.

"O there's more. There other half of the fuel for his fantasy is the same as yours, and in that regard you two have the same thing in common." Heather wanted to interrupt because she was lost but before she could Olivia answered her question. "Heather you and Sean are both turned on by the 'forbidden fruit'. Sean wants he can't have, because he's not supposed to want it let alone have it. The idea of of being wrong, of going against the grain is what you two thirst for. You don't want to think about your son like that, but the more you tell yourself its wrong, the more you'll want it. Sean wants to fuck his own mother because generally, that's considered sick and dirty and wrong."

Hearing Olivia say the words 'fuck his own mother' sent a shock through her she hadn't expected, and Olivia recognized the look from a mile away. She knew what she said pushed a little button somewhere in Heather and she wanted to push it more. 

"And you too Heather. You've been conditioned to feel guilty about taboo sexuality. Part of your psychology is going to tell you to stop, no, this is wrong, your wrong, whatever... but you need to forget that side. Another part of you is much more thirsty, a more primitive and instinctual part that you can't ignore. Part of you wants to be wrong and dirty and sick, and the idea of it makes you wet. Part of you wants to fuck Sean silly, and BECAUSE he's your son, because it's wrong and sick and so on."

"Olivia... no. To think is one thing but I could never act on it. Ever. I mean... I want lie to you... yes your write about the forbidden being a turn on for me... but Sean IS my son. I just couldn't ever..." Heather trailed off. She was soo confused. "Right?" she asked is if for confirmation. 

"You want to know what I think Heather? My conclusive opinion?"

"Ya Liv, please."

"I think you need to embrace it head on. Not only that, but you should nurture it. You need fulfill everyone of Sean's fantasies, not because he's a man and you're a woman, but because he wants his mother's love, and possibly your discipline too. You should embrace your own sexual appetite. What you should do, is read his writings again and find a scene where you seduce him. Then... live it out for him. As your own sister, and Sean's aunt, I'm telling you blatantly... fuck him... because you know part of you wants to already."

Heather didn't say anything for what felt like minutes. Finally, she looked up at her sister with all seriousness, looked her in the eyes and said.... "OK. But I'm going to go slow. And can you talk to him first? Can we figure out a way to get him to tell you everything?"

"Ooo that's easy hun. Ill get every last detail from him before you do anything. I'll take care of it so don't even worry about it, and when I report my findings back to you then you can begin. That work?"

"That works, and thank you Olivia. I'm so glad I told you everything" and with that she got up and hugged her sister. They discussed a few minor details of the upcoming days and after 5 minutes, hugged again and Heather was in the elevator. She felt like a weight had been lifted. Still confused, but much less so. She was even kind of excited to see where the next few days were headed. When she pulled her car out of the parking spot, she had a faint smile on her face....



Metamorphosis Ch. 03



Welcome back! I appreciate you reading my story; it means a lot to me. This is almost everything I have written so far, so bear with me as time between my uploads becomes longer. I'm a college student and finals are coming up very quickly, so it might take a bit for me to pump out good work. I promise I'll get it uploaded asap. I really appreciate any of the comments you leave, so feel free to drop a line or two. I'm always looking to improve, so if there's anything you think could be better, please let me know.

Here we go! Enjoy!

Xayna

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When I woke up, I felt the strangest sensations. The ground was poking me with something sharp and I felt cold, which didn't happen except in the most terrible winters. I attempted to check my body for injury, but everything was foreign. My wings were completely gone and my legs were different lengths. My forelegs were much shorter than my hind legs, but they were both extremely long. Something thin and soft was tickling my face and the ground was uncomfortably hard, which was strange because the ground had always felt perfect before. 

"Xayna?" called a deep, rumbling voice in my head. "Are you alright?"

"Taldon?" I asked. "Something is wrong. Something is very wrong."

I opened my eyes and saw the sky, but it was filled with more color than I had ever seen. The blue of the sky was bright and vibrant while the white of the clouds was clear and clean. "I can see so many colors," I said. I turned my head to the side, and was amazed to find that my head swiveled instead of swinging toward where I wanted to look.

"My neck is funny. It doesn't move correctly." I looked at the trees, in awe of how deep and rich the browns and greens looked. This will be wonderful for hunting, I thought excitedly. Then, I remembered that I had no wings and realized that I wouldn't be able to hunt anymore. "My wings are gone, Taldon! My wings are completely gone!"

"Yes, they are, Xayna. Keep telling me what you are experiencing." I found his request strange, but so much was new that I didn't argue.

"Okay." I replied. A breeze flowed over my skin and I looked down in surprise. "My skin!" I cried. "It's exposed and bare! How am I going to protect myself?" My skin was creamy white, soft and smooth. I lifted my foreleg and gazed at my foot. "I have so many toes," I said as I flexed them each individually. "And look! They move so much!" I lifted my other forefoot and gazed at them together. I moved them up and touched my face. My nose was small and I had no snout. I had soft pouches of skin around my mouth and I had something short and prickly above my eyes. I continued to move my forefeet up my face until I reached something soft and free. There were so many of these little strands and they felt very nice against my skin. I pulled them forward and saw that they were the same color as my scales had been.

"These things in my hand are so soft," I said quietly. I moved my forefeet down and used my toes to feel around my neck. I noticed that it was so much shorter than normal. I moved down my chest until I came to two soft, round, squishy patches of skin. I grabbed them with my forefeet and rubbed them. Something at the tips hardened and I pinched them experimentally. Feeling the tingling that ran down my spine, I pinched them again, noticing a warmth between my legs. I moved my forefeet down over my soft, flat belly and between my legs.

I felt two patches of skin, much like the ones around my mouth. Inside, something slick and wet coated my fingers. I started at the top and began moving down. My toes grazed a hard nub and my whole body shook, but this time with pleasure. I moved my finger over that spot again and again, reveling in the feeling of it. I mewled loudly, moving my head back and forth. Warmth and pressure built up in the pit of my stomach and I gasped in heavy breaths. Suddenly, something tore open and intense pleasure flooded through my system. I screamed out and curled into a little ball as wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body.

I laid very still for a while, waiting for my breathing to calm down and my heart to stop beating so quickly. I wiped my toes on the grass and finished feeling down my legs, finding no more pleasure spots.

"Try moving your hind legs," Taldon suggested softly, interrupting my exploration of my new body. I moved them around, pulling my knees to my chest.

"I have so much movement in my limbs," I said, completely surprised. "I wonder if I can stand on them." I tried to roll over, but my body wouldn't let me. Instead, I used one of my forelegs to push myself over and moved the hind leg on the same side over so that I was lying flat on my belly. Sharp things poked into my stomach and chest, but I didn't take time to examine the feeling. I planted my forelegs on the ground and pushed up. I moved onto my knees, but my hind legs were so long that I couldn't stand all the way on my hind feet.

"I think there's something wrong with me," I moaned. "I can't stand all the way up."

I looked up at Taldon and made a strange, high pitched noise. "You're so massive!" I screamed. I scrambled backwards, falling on my face in my attempt to put some distance between my friend and me. "When did you get so big? Why are you so big? You could kill me with a scratch of your claw!"

"No, Xayna," Taldon said solemnly. "You've gotten smaller."

I took in this information slowly. I had gotten smaller. That explains the pressure I felt, I thought. My body was pushing in on itself. "Am I still a dragon?" I asked Taldon nervously.

"You look like a human."

I inhaled sharply. "No," I whispered in Taldon's mind. "Then that means..."

"You're a Changeling." He sent amusement and excitement through our Link. "You're the first one in centuries, Xayna! Think of what the Elders will say!"

I pushed myself off of the ground and sat with my rear end on the prickly ground. "I'm a Changeling. But I can't control it. I don't know what to do for this body. How will I get food? What can I eat?"

Taldon's excitement suddenly faded. "How are we going to get you back to your cave?"

I thought for a moment. "I suppose I'll have to ride on your back." I attempted again to stand. I got onto my forelegs and knees and started moving toward my friend. "This isn't a very efficient way to move," I commented.

"Maybe you should try standing on your hind legs."

I moved one of my hind legs forward and pushed up so that I was standing on my two back legs. I wobbled and then fell over.

"That feels extremely odd," I muttered in annoyance. "The balance is strange." I tried to stand again, this time with more success.

"Now try to walk," Taldon commanded. I put one foot in front of the other and stumbled a little bit, but I caught myself before I fell to the ground. I walked slowly at first, testing out this new ability.

"This is much better," I said as I moved a bit more quickly, walking in circles around the clearing. "I can move with much greater speed."

I moved faster, until I was running. My foot caught on a stick and I fell, rolling until I flopped over, my limbs akimbo. "Ow."

Taldon was amused. "Glad you find it funny," I muttered. I stood again, moving more slowly. "How am I going to get on you?"

This caused my dragon friend to pause for a moment. Then he laid down, extending one leg out to the side. "Try climbing from my leg onto my back."

I walked over to Taldon and clambered up his leg onto his back, where I sat with one leg on either side of him. "Okay, I'm on." I sat between two of his blue spikes and held on to the one in front of me. "Be careful," I warned. "I don't want to fall off."

He grunted in agreement and took off. Usually, I loved flying but riding on the back of my best friend was an entirely new experience and I didn't enjoy it. The wind tangled the long strands on my head and his scales chafed my sensitive legs. Balancing in front of his wings was a precarious place to be, especially when he turned. It seemed like forever before the mountain came into view and I was surprised at how shortsighted I was. The colors may have been brighter and more vibrant, but I lacked the ability to see at a distance.

*

Finally, we arrived at my home cave. The walls and floor were a dark gray color and little granules of dirt and rock stuck to the bottom of my feet. The odor of the dead flesh was offensive to my nose and I scrunched up my face in distaste.

I slid down Taldon's back and landed on solid ground. My legs shook and were surprisingly weak underneath me. My parents stood agape at Taldon's arrival with a human on his back. I was shocked and slightly frightened at how large my parents were; I had thought that Taldon was big, but my parents dwarfed him.

"Taldon, do you care to explain who this is?" my mother demanded, her golden eyes filled with mistrust. "And where is my daughter?" She walked forward slowly and eyed me suspiciously. "Why did you allow this human to ride on your back?" she spat. "You're no common slave animal."

"It's me, Mother," I said tentatively. "I kind of Changed. No, I really Changed. And it was painful and strange and now I have all of these new sensations. I've been having painful episodes for a while now and I'm really sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Who does she think she is, claiming to be my daughter?" my father asked indignantly. "Explain yourself, Taldon."

I could hear Taldon take a deep breath beside me. "She's right, Roma-elda and Daeria-elda," Taldon replied, addressing my parents by their formal names. "I witnessed Xayna Changing from a dragon into a human. I have also witnessed some of her episodes. She was going to tell you tonight after the gathering you planned."

My parents were shocked beyond measure. There hadn't been a Changeling in centuries. "Are you sure?" they asked unanimously.

"Father, when I was fourteen, we went hunting for the first time and I was so nervous that all I would catch was a rabbit. I ate leaves off a tree that day, just to see what they tasted like. Mother, when I was seven, you told me about how when you were a hatchling, there was no other dragon around your age so you had to travel to the construct in the Eynor Mountains to find Father, but you didn't want to live with him because you would have missed your parents far too much."

My mother and father looked at each other, obviously having a conversation that Taldon and I weren't privy to. "One more question," Father said slowly. "What is your greatest fear?"

I was aghast that they would ask such a personal question in front of Taldon. It wasn't something that I wanted to share with him around. I tried to single out my mother or father and tell them through a private Link, but my means of communication had been weakened immensely and I was forced to speak to everyone.

"My greatest fear is to be old and die without a mate," I said softly.

"We are satisfied." My mother looked me over again. "So you're a Changling, I see. We must call a Conclave immediately." A Conclave was a meeting ran by the Elders of our construct. A Conclave could be called by any dragon to bring up a serious piece of business. Usually, it was used to settle familial disputes and to discuss the logistics of a large clan of dragons.

My stomach growled and I looked down at myself curiously. "I feel hungry, but I just ate. This doesn't make sense."

Taldon spoke up, saying, "It does make sense. You have a new body and I expect Changing must take a lot of energy. What do humans eat, though? We don't want to make you sick. Terrah-elda says that they can't eat the same things we do."

"The Elders may know what to do," my father said firmly. "Xayna, can you ride on Taldon's back again or would you rather ride on one of ours?"

I looked both of them over, noting how large they were. "I think I'll ride on Taldon's back again, if that's okay. He's much smaller than the two of you."

Taldon laid down and spread out his leg. I climbed onto his back, getting more used to my human body. Once I was settled, Mother and Father took off, heading toward the large gap in the mountainside where the Elders held the Conclaves.

When we arrived we stood in the middle of the large gathering hall and my father called out through his Link to all who were in range to hear him. "I, Roma, call a Conclave to be held at this very moment. The situation is urgent and I encourage all to come who can."

Quicker than I expected, dragons began pouring into the large, hollowed out cavern. I supposed they must have been waiting for the call for my birthday celebration. Those who saw me looked at me with a mixture of mistrust, fear, and disgust, although I could see a few eyes bright with excitement. Everyone packed in exceptionally close together, but left a wide berth around my parents, Taldon, and me. The Elders made their way through the crowd, slowly converging and forming an inner half-circle around us.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Aldred-elda, a fiery-tempered old dragon who loved to argue and cause a fuss.

"Xayna is a Changeling," my father said simply.

Despite their own self-control, many dragons sent their shock through their Links. The Elders were skeptical and Aldred-elda was sputtering and hissing, sending clouds of smoke through his nose.

"What proof do you have that this human is, in fact, Xayna?" asked Intra-elda, who was, by far, the most even-tempered dragon in the room. She was also the leader of the Elders.

"I saw her Change, Intra-elda," inserted Taldon. "It was really a frightening thing to watch. Her bones broke and her skin shrank and her whole body twitched and shook. I can show you, if you'd like."

My Link went quiet as the Elders conversed with each other. "That would be acceptable," said Reyus-elda, another Elder.

Taldon sent the memory of my Changing to everyone present and I felt bile rise in my throat as I remembered the pain that accompanied the event.

Once the scene was over, my mother spoke to the Elders. "She knows information that none other than Xayna herself would know and Roma and I are convinced she is our daughter."

My stomach groaned again, and I hoped that the Conclave wouldn't last much longer. The Elders spoke among themselves for what seemed like an eternity. I sat down on the floor and reexamined my forefeet, marveling at their dexterity.

"We must hear what happened to you from your own perspective," said Intra-elda, surprising me and causing me to jump.

"Okay," I replied and began to recount the past several months and how my episodes started and progressed all the way up to the Changing. I stopped talking abruptly, not wanting to explore the pain that had turned me into a human.

"Continue on," Intra-elda said softly and kindly.

"It – it hurt," I sputtered. "Everywhere, it hurt. Do you want the memory?" I didn't want to relive the experience, but I had to convince the Elders that I was who I said I was.

"Yes," came the simple reply from Reyus-elda.

I dug into my mind and brought forth the pain I felt. I started with my limbs shaking and ended with waking up and seeing so many different colors. There was a long silence and I began to worry about whether or not they would believe me. My fears were put to rest when Reyus-elda said, "You are a Changeling; there is no doubt in our minds. Now, though, we have to decide what to do with you. Obviously you cannot live with us here. You are unprotected and small and you cannot fly. Also, we sense your hunger and do not know what you should eat. We propose, then, that you go to the nearest human village and live with them while you remain a human. When you become a dragon again, we will welcome you back."

I silently agreed and my stomach made a funny noise. "When should I leave?"

"We will leave now," replied Intra-elda. "It has been decided that I will take you. We do not wish to scare the humans more than we have to. Say your goodbyes now."

I turned to my parents and touched each of them on the snout with my forefoot. "I love you," I said quietly. I was going to be very homesick; I had never been away from my family for more than a few days and I was unsure how long I would remain a human.

"We love you, too," replied my mother. I turned to where Taldon sat next to my parents.

"I'm going to miss you," I told him. "I will think about you daily."

"And I, you." I touched him on the snout also and turned to Intra-elda.

"I am ready to go." She laid down and extended her foreleg. I climbed on her back. Each time was easier and I found that I could walk up her leg without crawling on my feet and knees. I positioned myself in front of her wings, between two of the ridges on her back. Surprisingly enough, I could sit fairly comfortably. "Do you know where we're going?"

"Yes. It is half a day's flight from here. I'm sorry for you to be hungry for so long." Intra-elda was, by far, my favorite Elder and I was glad that she had been chosen to bring me to the humans.

"Let us be off, then."

I wrapped my hands around her neck spike and she walked through the crowd, which parted readily for us. I heard murmurs of "Good luck, Changeling," and "May the spirits be with you," coming from the congregation.

As we took off, I was again reminded of how unnatural it felt to be flying. I hoped that I would become more accustomed to the sensation as time went on.

*

It was dark when we departed, and time seemed to move slowly. Occasionally, Intra-elda and I would speak, but for the most part the journey was silent. I marveled at how different I felt as a human; even the pain in my legs felt different than anything I had ever experienced. Intra-elda's scales chafed my legs and they became sore quickly. As time wore on, my body became stiff from my stillness and I longed to get on the ground and move around. However, my hunger overrode my other pains and I didn't ask for a break.

Intra-elda rode straight through the night and by the time we reached the settlement, it was midday. We circled over the buildings before we landed. I could see many small shapes moving about the structures they had obviously built as shelter. There was a circle in the middle of the village where most of the people were walking around. I noticed that everyone had the same, odd strands on their head as I did, but some of them were shorter than mine and none of them were the same color.

"Are you ready?" asked Intra-elda.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied as my stomach gurgled again. I was very tired and I had begun to feel faint.

We circled back around and landed well outside the village. I climbed off of the Elder and crumpled to the ground in pain. My legs burned and my whole body felt taut and tense. I attempted to relax my muscles and stretched out on the ground, feeling my muscles loosen gradually. Eventually, I was able to stand up.

I walked next to Intra-elda, who had to take extremely small and slow steps so that I could keep up with her. As we approached the village, we heard a hum, as though many people were talking at once. I found it extremely odd; normally this noise happened in my head during large gatherings.

When we reached outer edge of the buildings, the hum became completely silent. Then, loud screeching overwhelmed the air and I looked at Intra-elda with alarm. We had apparently scared them.

"Silence!" my escort said loudly and forcefully into the minds of all who were present. "We have come in peace." Immediately, the high-pitched squealing stopped. "We mean you no harm. Please send out your leaders." At first, nothing happened. The hum began again, but much quieter this time. We waited for several minutes. I felt dizzy and was sure that I would fall over soon.

Slowly, a group of tall humans came forward. They came in a small cluster with one standing before the others. I noted that the humans didn't have the things on their chests like me and wondered what it meant. The lead human had darker skin than me and the strands on top of his head were dark brown. I noticed that he was wearing protection over his lower half, along with something covering his bottom feet.




Metamorphosis Ch. 03



He made noise from his mouth and I cocked my head to the side. I reached out with my mind and established a Link with him. I felt his shock and horror at the intrusion.

"I cannot understand you," I said softly. "Please, speak with me like this. All you have to do is think and I will get your message."

"Like this?" he asked tentatively. His voice was deep and strong, although not as much so as the dragons' were.

"Yes," replied Intra-elda, entering into our Link. "We have a Changeling. Xayna here is a dragon that turned into a human just today. We are unable to care for her and would like your assistance. As a dragon, she is strong and good-natured. I am certain she will not cause trouble." I felt pride at Intra-elda's compliments.

The humans again made noise with their mouths. They became louder and more excited as they continued. I listened with interest at their means of communication. Suddenly, my knees gave out and I crumpled to the ground. I was too weak to stand on my own and I felt very, very dizzy.

"I don't feel well," I said to them, my head spinning. They quieted immediately. The leader shouted out something and another human ran forward from behind a building. She was wearing protection over her whole body and seemed to have the globes of flesh on her chest like me. Her strands were dark brown, but they were longer than the male's and they made strange circles. She rushed forward and started patting my face, muttering in her strange language.

I established a Link with her and asked her what she was doing. She jumped away from me, screaming audibly. "Hush, hush. It's okay," I said tiredly. "This is how I communicate. I cannot speak your language. Please, think your words to me."

She eyed me nervously before bending down again. "When did you last eat?"

"Well, yesterday," I said. "But that was before I Changed. I haven't eaten since."

She tutted with her mouth and threw up her hands. "No wonder! Come on, I'll see to you. Do you need to say goodbye to..."

"Intra-elda," I supplied, turning my face to my dragon companion. "Thank you, Intra-elda. I believe they are going to feed me now."

"Someone will come back every turn of the moon to make sure that you are cared well for." She touched her snout to my forehead. "Go in peace, Xayna."

"And you as well," I replied, touching my forefoot to my nose. "Let's go," I said to the female who was helping me.

"Can you stand?" she asked. I attempted to push my legs up, but I collapsed again. "Looks like a no. Come, put your arm around my shoulders." I sat there for a moment, not comprehending. Then, she grabbed one of my legs and hoisted me up onto my feet. "Now, walk."

I did as I was told, but it took a lot of energy. She guided me through town and I noticed that humans lined the pathways, staring at me. I was too tired to care; I ignored them and focused on keeping my feet moving. We finally reached a building made of dark wood. There was no entrance that I could see, but she pushed on a piece of wood and led me in. To our left was a room with odd decorations in it. She moved me to one that was directly on the floor. It was long and seemed to have some sort of padding on it. She set me down so I was laying on it. It was soft and comfortable. I sighed in contentment and closed my eyes.

"Thank you," I said. "This feels very nice." I opened one eye and peered at her. "What is your name?"

"You can call me Patra. Yours is Xayna, is it not?" She looked at me with a warm expression.

"Yes, it is, Patra-elda," I replied.

She crinkled her brow. "Why did you add –elda to the end of my name?"

"It shows respect," I replied. "It is what I call all of those who are older than me."

She made a strange movement with her head. "No –elda for me. Just call me Patra."

"Okay, Patra," I said, testing out her name.

"Now, you just lay here and rest while I go scare up some food," she commanded. "I'll be back soon and don't try to move."

She left the room and returned several minutes later with a wooden slab that had several oddly shaped objects with steam coming off of them. She set it in front of me and I stared at the food mutely.

"Well, dig in!" she said expectantly. I looked back and forth between the food and her face. There was a rounded piece of wood with liquid in it, an oblong piece of something golden brown, and another wooden slab with a chunk of meat that had been put in a fire. There were also three oddly shaped items that didn't look edible. The food smelled good and made my stomach ache even more, but it didn't look like anything I'd ever eaten. "Like this," she said, and took a shiny, silver thing and scooped up some of the liquid. She brought it to her face and blew on it before putting it into her mouth. When the object came back out, it had no liquid in it.

"What is that?" I asked.

"A spoon," she replied. She went around and listed off a bowl, plate, tray, bread, venison, soup, fork, and knife. I took the spoon from her and dipped it into the soup but when I tried to bring it to my mouth, I spilled it down my front. "Ah!" I said out loud. It burned my sensitive skin. She took something soft and wiped up the juice.

"You've never eaten with utensils before, have you? Oh, my. Here, let me help." She took the spoon from me and proceeded to dip it into the soup and bring it to my lips. "Blow." I did as she said and then opened my mouth. She guided the spoon in and pulled it out quickly. The soft pouches of skin around my mouth kept the soup inside while the spoon left. It was warm and tasted unbelievable. After the soup was gone, she reached for the fork and knife. She stabbed the meat with the fork and cut it into little pieces with the knife. Then, she fed me again. The meat tasted much different than what I regularly ate. I was unsure of whether it was because the meat was put in a fire or because I was human. Finally, she got to the bread. She tore it into pieces and put them on the plate. "You can put these in your mouth by yourself," she said. I tentatively stuck one inside my mouth and chewed. I decided that I liked it and finished the rest with gusto.

After I had finished my meal, the pain in my legs came to the front of my mind. I winced as they rubbed together and saw that the insides of my thighs were bright red and a little bloody. Patra made the tutting noise with her mouth again and rushed out of the room. "You just wait right here," she said with her back turned to me.

I sighed. Like I really was going to go anywhere in this strange, new world. I laid back and closed my eyes, attempting to will the pain away and failing. After a few moments of peace, I heard a cough and opened my eyes. Before me stood another human female. She was about my height with shoulder-length red strands. She had large eyes and skin that was several shades darker than mine. She was wearing protection of the same type that the other female was wearing. She looked different, though. Her skin was tighter and didn't have nearly so many lines in it.

She began mumbling with her mouth and I created a Link between us. "I'm sorry," I said tiredly. "I don't mean to be rude and barge into your thoughts, but this is how I communicate and I can't understand your sounds."

She made a funny down-up movement with her head and replied firmly. "I'm Kira. I was just wondering if you were okay. Are you comfortable?"

"Yes," I replied, the corners of my mouth moving upward involuntarily. "Whatever it is that I'm on is the most comfortable thing I've ever had the pleasure of laying on. Even as a dragon, nothing was this comfortable. I sat up and pressed down on the soft padding. "What is this thing called?" I asked. I uncontrollably inhaled a large amount of air. "And what did I just do? I've never done that before. Is that normal? I should be able to control my breath all the time, shouldn't I?"

The girl made a noise that was akin to a cough, except less harsh. "What you're lying on is a couch," she said. "And what you just did is yawn. It means that you're tired, that's all. What happened to your legs?"

"I rode on Intra-elda and it rubbed my skin raw. You humans have very breakable and unprotected skin." I reached down and gently touched the red area. I pulled my hand back immediately, my breath hissing through my teeth.

"You shouldn't touch that. Mom will be back in a few moments with a salve to put on there that will help it hurt less." She paused. "You're a human now. You have a human body just like everyone else in our village." I looked up at Kira and noticed that she wouldn't look directly at me.

I scrunched up my face in concern. "Is there something wrong with me? Am I ugly by human standards?" I reached up and felt my face. I found nothing that felt much different from human faces, but I didn't know what constituted beauty in their eyes. "Why can't you look at me?"

Kira made the barking sound again and looked into my eyes. I noticed that hers were a deep blue color, even darker than Taldon's scales. "You're naked," she replied simply, as if that made everything clear.

"Naked? What is that? And what is that noise you keep making? Why are you making it?" I paused for a moment. "I'm sorry, my manners are very poor at the moment. If you don't mind, I have a lot of questions. Everything is so new to me."

"I'm laughing. It means that I'm amused." She laughed again. "Naked means you aren't wearing any clothes. These are clothes." She pulled on the material that covered her chest and her legs. "Humans wear clothes. It's awkward if we don't. We don't usually like to see each other naked."

"Oh," I said. "What are you doing when the large pieces of skin around your mouth move upward? And what is a salve?"

"These are lips," she said, pointing at her mouth. "And this is a smile." She demonstrated smiling and I had to admit, her face looked much nicer when she did so. I smiled back at her.

"Like this?" She laughed again.

"Yes, like that. You smile to show that you're happy." 

"So what is all of this stuff called? Where are we at? We're obviously not in a cave. What is this structure that you humans have created?"

"We're in a house," Kira told me. "The house is divided into rooms and floors. Floors are at different heights. You can get to another floor by stairs." She indicated what I assumed were stairs that led up into a space that I couldn't see from my seat on the couch. Kira then proceeded to rattle off the names of various objects in the room. I knew that I wouldn't remember them all, but I tried to soak up as much as I could and store it in my mind.

Finally, Patra strode into the room with a small, see-through container that held a nasty looking yellow substance. I scrunched up my nose when she took off the top; it smelled horrible.

"What is that?" I wasn't sure I wanted that anywhere near my body.

"It will help your legs hurt less and heal more quickly," Patra replied gently. She scooped out a bit and began to massage it into my legs.

"That really does feel much better." I sighed, looking at Kira who had again averted her eyes. "May I get some clothes so that I am not naked?"

Patra looked me up and down before saying to Kira, "Go get some of your old clothes. I'm sure she'll be able to fit into them and she can wear them until we get her some of her own." Kira made the up-down movement with her head again and walked off, climbing the stairs quickly.

"What does that mean?" I asked. "The down-up movement with her head. She's done it several times."

"That, my dear, is called a nod. It's used to say 'yes' or 'okay.' There will be a lot of gestures you don't understand, but you'll be with either Kira or I all the time, so feel free to ask." I nodded, confirming that I understood. "Yes, just like that. You'll get along just fine, I know it."

She stood up, putting the top back on the salve. "What is that?" I asked. "The thing that is holding the salve."

"This is a jar. It's made of glass and this is a lid. It is made out of metal." I nodded again. Nodding was an extremely effective way to get my point across without having to speak. I wondered how many other gestures humans had to make communication easier.

Kira came back down the stairs with a bundle of clothes in her hands. "Here," she said, giving them to me. "Oh, wait. You don't know how to put these on. Okay." She showed me how each piece of clothing was put on and what it was called. I smiled when I had all the clothes on properly.

"Now you can look at me!" I exclaimed. Both Patra and Kira laughed. I yawned again and Patra tutted.

"You must be very tired. You can take a nap in the spare bed, and when you wake up, I'll walk you around the house and tell you a little about being a human."

"What's a bed?" I inquired tiredly. "Can't I just sleep on the couch? It seems comfortable enough to me."

The two females chuckled. "No, beds are better for sleeping," Kira informed me. "Come on, I'll show you." She took me by the forefoot and led me up the stairs and into a room with a longer, wider version of a couch with no padding on the back of it.

"Why did you pull on my forefoot?" I asked confusedly when she let go. "If you would have walked, I would have followed."

Kira turned to me with her brow furrowed. She stood still for a moment, before her face cleared and she laughed again. "That is called a hand," she said. She picked up my hand and showed it to me. "And these are fingers," she continued, indicating the toes on my forefoot. "And on them are fingernails. They grow to be long, so you'll need to trim them, but don't worry about that yet." She stroked my foreleg gently. My skin tingled where she touched me and I suppressed a shiver that threatened to travel down my spine. "And this is an arm. You've already noticed, but it's much different than your leg." She reached down and lightly caressed my leg. "They're used for completely different things."

I nodded at her and yawned again. "I think I need to sleep."

"That's a good idea," Kira said, backing away from me. She showed me how to lay in the bed and told me about the blankets and pillow. "Okay, I'm going to go back downstairs. When you wake up, just come find one of us."

I nodded again and she walked to the door. "Thank you," I said when she was almost out of the room. "For everything." I closed my eyes and before I knew it, I was asleep.



Metamorphosis Ch. 03: My turn



For a moment, my heart was in my mouth. Could Mike really be back from his business trip so soon? It suddenly dawned on me that the door wasn't locked and that Mike would've used his keys. Looking at Jim sprawled out all spent right next to me, I decided against opening the door. All that cumming had exhausted him and I stood up to get a better look at my fuck slave, deep in sleep, his shriveled up junk hanging between his open thighs. 

I leaned in to get a better look and felt myself dripping at the sight of the pink tip of his tiny cock, peeking out of its foreskin. Still coated in cum, I fought the urge to bend down and slip in into my mouth for a quick slurp. I've always loved the taste of cum when I'm horny. And right now I was horny as fuck. Having gotten caught up in the excitement of controlling him, I'd delayed my own orgasm. 

Climbing back onto the bed, I straddled his face and lowered myself onto him, stopping when my pussy was inches above his mouth. With me facing his feet, I could get an excellent view of his limp cock while I played with my soaking wet crotch. With two fingers deep inside me, I could use the base of my palm to rub my clit simultaneously. Massaging the slick walls, my fingers soon zeroed in on the rough skin stretch over my G-spot, gently rubbing over it. Feeling myself build up, I quickened my pace to the tune of the squishy sound of my pussy being taken care of. 

In minutes, I could feel my orgasm building up, ready to take my breath away. I was pounding my pussy even harder now, my long fingers deep inside me, rubbing the entire length of my front wall. Just when I was about to slide over the edge, I body was overtaken by the most heavenly sensation caused by Jim's tongue tickling my puckered asshole. I looked down and noticed Jim wasn't the only one who was awake.

And then it happened. The room went dark as an intense wave of pleasure shot right through me, my pussy squeezing against my fingers with each squirt of clear fluid that shot right out of me, coating Jim's chin and neck. It took me a while to realise that Jim had disobeyed my orders by blatantly lapping away at my drenched folds. You could hear him slurping away, licking and sucking loudly. Although that was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, I found myself recovering fairly soon. 

Jim's cock stood up like a tiny flagpole, begging for attention. As he continued to worship my pussy, I bent forward and took hold of his little pecker, peeling its foreskin back to reveal the now-familiar pink head. Just as I was about to bend down and give it a quick lick, an idea crossed my mind. 

"Jim, you've known Mark and Tina for quite a while, right?"

"Mmm...what...um, yeah" he replied, practically speaking into my pussy.

"And how come you've never made a move on Tina?" I asked, trying my best to appear nonchalant.

"Well, I think she's fucking hot" I was now fuming, not realizing that I was starting to squeeze his dick a little too hard. "But she's never really had a thing for me" he continued, now taking a break from eating my pussy.

"What about Mike? I'm sure she has a thing for him" I waited with baited breath, praying he would fall for the trap.

"Oh yeah! Tina and Mike..." It didn't take him long to catch on, but it was too late.

"Continue!" I demanded as my finger drew small circles at the back of his tiny cock head. I didn't have to look at him to know he was contemplating giving up his best friend, considering the view right in front of his face.

"Ok...you didn't hear this from me but Mike and Tina have been a thing since like forever" he confessed, now sounding a lot more confident. If anything, he seemed pleased at the sudden realization of his leverage. He realized that Mike's cheating would mean my cheating. Meaning Jim finally had regular access to pussy. Mine.

"What about now?" I was furious. I hated the fact that I was right about them all this time. I already knew the answer.

"What do you think?" he replied before trying to change the topic by resuming his pussy worship.

"So, is Tina with him on this so-called business trip?" As much as I wanted to kill him, I couldn't stop playing with Jim's cock. The stroking of that sensitive patch of skin right behind the tip of his cock had generated considerable amount of lubrication. 

"He's...they're...they're at Tina's place." I wasn't sure if he was nervous about revealing the truth or getting lost in my attention to his cock. 

I still can't tell if it was out of the anger or my need to cum again, but the next thing that Jim saw was me mounting straddling his hips, holding his cock as I lowered myself onto it. It slid right in, my hole barely offering any resistance. He was up to the hilt in me long before I came to terms with it. As I ground my crotch into his, all I could think of was a thick finger inside me.

Seconds later, I got off him and lay on my stomach before sticking my ass up in the air. I knew words weren't needed to tell him what he was supposed to do next. I was wrong. Instead of his cock, what I felt was his tongue, gently caressing my gaping asshole, giving it tiny wet licks before stiffening up and sliding deep into me.

I was surprised that it had taken me this long to realise Jim's tongue was made to please sluts. Before I could dwell on my late realisation, I was overcome by the delicious sensation of his tongue riggling inside me. I was getting lost in pure pleasure of that tongue snaking away inside me.

I took me a while to realise that my right hand was already pounding away at my pussy, matching the movement of his tongue in the adjacent canal. Just when I was about ready to cum a second time, I felt his tongue slip out of me.

"No. Please...don't stop!" I pleaded, suddenly realising that he now had the control.

Before I could turn around, I could tell by the firmness of what was poking me that he was about to stick his cock my now-lubricated ass. In my rush to feel it in me, I pushed my hips into him, causing his cock to slip into me just as he had positioned it against my bud.

Although it wasn't deep, it felt delightful, stretching my just the right amount. I could now feel him move inside me through the thin wall as my fingers stroked him through it. Grabbing onto my hips, he was now pounding my ass for all it was worth, his balls slapping against my clit. Just as I was about to cum, his pounding got even faster, indicating he was ready too. Seconds later, he was spasming in my ass, in turn causing me to go over. 

 "Remember, this stays between you and me" I reminded him firmly as I stood there naked in front of him. I was enjoying the sensation of his cum seeping out of my bum hole and dribbling down my thighs.

"I promise. What are you going to do about Mike?" He asked, the guilt of his betrayal to his best friend finally hitting him.

"You know, I've been meaning to check out Tina's new apartment for some time now. I think I might just take her up on her offer tonight" I was speaking more to myself than to him.

I sat down at the edge of the bed as he got up to put his clothes on. Considering our relative positions, we had now come full circle, me sitting at head-level with his limp cock. "Jessica, please don't do this. Why don't you guys just talk it out when he's back" he tried to reason with me.

"You know exactly what I want and you know I know you have it" I said in a sultry tone as I leaned forward and took his limp cock in my mouth.

To be continued.



Metamorphosis Ch. 03



"I like using this. My baton. I like threatening people with it. It excites me!" 

I saw as he turned the two of them a little, so they were now facing the full length mirror we'd mounted behind the main door. 

"Open your eyes - look at us!" he commanded. 

She did. 

The baton extended from her ear across her cheek. 

He moved it, down to her shoulder, up again, under her chin, raising her head. 

He moved it higher, his hand in front of her, so it was across her face, almost to her other ear. 

And he drew it across her cheek, across her lips. 

"Open your mouth!" 

She shook her head no. 

I saw him press the shaft against her lips! 

"Open it!" 

She did, a little, and he moved so that the baton was across her lips. 

"Now kiss it!" 

Nothing. She did nothing. 

"Submit yourself, give in and do what you're told to do. Now kiss it!" 

I saw her lips purse a little. 

"Come on, you know how. Use your lips, use your tongue. Really kiss it, now. You have no choice; I'm in control here, not you." 

Her mouth opened a little more, and now I saw her tongue was on the baton. 

"That's better -- that's very sexy." 

He drew that long dark thing along her lips, until the tip was at her mouth. 

"Take it in your mouth, Betty." 

Nothing! 

"I'm in control, so do it! DO WHAT I TELL YOU." 

She turned to face the baton, her mouth opened, and encompassed its rounded end. 

It was completely erotic, seeing that! 

I was harder than blued steel right then, but things kept getting even hotter. 

He watched, and I watched, as she carefully moved her head on her own, taking in an inch or two, then withdrawing, and again, and again. She was giving a blow job to the baton, standing there, and my own cock erupted like a geyser! No hands!

That tableau continued for a minute or two. 

"You're doing real good at that!" 

It was only a baton, a piece of painted wood, but it was about the sexiest thing I had ever seen! 

Her head was moving with the same pace on it as other women's heads and mouths had moved along my own cock, a long time ago. 

"Are you afraid of me, Betty?" he asked. 

She nodded affirmatively. 

"Good! Cops depend on that. I want to move on with this, though." 

He tossed the baton to the chair. 

His hands began moving again, up over her breasts, and down, over her stomach. 

They were both watching the action in the mirror now, him behind her, her hands still handcuffed. 

Finally, his hand rose, to her throat. 

To the buttons on her dress. 

And opened the top one. 

And the next one. 

Now he was kissing at her ear again, and at her neck again, while she watched their reflection. 

A kiss. 

Another button, by now the one between her breasts. 

He could, and did, pull the neckline with his lips, so he could kiss at her shoulder. 

And another button. 

And another. 

It was unbuttoned to her waist, open a little, her black slip showing. 

He looked in the mirror, too. 

"Nice slip." 

His lips were still at her shoulder, his fingers lifting the dress, to the next button, 

And the next. 

And finally the last button! 

And still she didn't move, she didn't protest. 

She just stood there. Staring at their reflections in the mirror. Watching, as I did, this man undressing her.

Now the dress hung, open, revealing a few inches of slip, from her chest to above her knees. 

He stood tall, now, still behind her, and they both watched as he brought the dress, now more like an open robe, past her shoulders, down her arms, draping behind her, held up now only by her hands. 

"Very nice slip: I'm glad you wore it for me. You look sexy! You taste sexy too. You taste like . . . conquest?" 

Still no comment from her - but no resistance, either. 

My own cock was hard again! 

He reached into his pocket, got out the key, and controlling her carefully released one bracelet, slid the dress off that hand, then the other, and reattached the cuff. He was so smooth - he'd done all of this before, but never with my wife! 

Now I watched her as she watched as his hands traced up and down her sides, her waist, her hips, her thighs, and up again. 

"Kick off your shoes now." 

She did. 

He was standing very close behind her now, pushing into her hands. 

"Feel me! Feel how excited I am!" 

"What. . .?" 

"Don't act so innocent. I know you can feel my cock right through my trousers!" 

Oh! Her hands were right there! 

"Uh, yes, yes I can, it's. . ." 

"Yes, it's hard, and it's big! And you know why it's so big and hard, don't you?" 

She nodded yes. 

"Good." He moved away a little, and I watched as his fingers, on her thighs, were working, lifting her slip. 

She watched, breathing heavily, her mouth open, as finally his fingers found her panty hose clad legs under her slip. 

He lifted his hands higher, bending a little, his hands were covered by the slip now, going up until they were waist high. 

Then he knelt, and pulled! 

And down came panties and panty hose, to her knees, to her ankles! 

"Step out of them. Do it now." 

She lifted one foot, and he pulled the tangle free. 

And then the other foot. 

"Now we're getting somewhere" he muttered. 

She still had nothing to say, standing there, wearing only a slip and bra, in front of a cop, the slip dark enough to be concealing, clinging enough to revealing. . . .

He stood behind her, moving close again. His hands were busy between them - doing something with the handcuffs, I wondered, until, his hands appeared on her hips, drawing her back, against, him. 

The expression on her face changed to surprise - shock! 

"Now you can really feel how excited you've made me," he declared. 

He had unzipped his pants, loosened his belt, and pulled out his cock. Her hands, still handcuffed behind her, were on it - the only other erect cock I think she had ever felt. 

"Go on, keep touching it - hold it!" he commanded. 

I guess she did, because they both stood there, his hands gliding up and down her sides, hers, behind her back, touching, measuring. . . 

"I want to feel my cock touch your body. Pull your slip up in the back." 

I watched their reflection, and could tell from the wrinkles in her slip, and its movement to her mid thighs, that she was obeying. 

Her hands, I could tell, were just about as high as her buttocks. 

"Lift it up higher." 

I saw movement, and now they had to be at the small of her back. 

And her mouth formed an "O" as he pulled her back hard against him, his prick, I'm sure, pressing against her nude ass. 

"This is what a man in control feels like," he rasped, his hips making small cycles, her face reddened, and I thought, covered with a sheen of perspiration. She still wasn't objecting, though, to the movement of his cock between her buttocks, or to his mouth on her neck. 

The pair of them turned, so I could see their sides - she had one hand holding the slip, the other around the shaft of his cock! There's no wonder why his hips were moving that way - she was masturbating him against her ass! Sonafabitch! Where'd she get this stuff?

"This, you see" he said after a minute, "is foreplay and I'm tired of foreplay. Let's go to your bedroom." 

"Is that an order, sir?" 

"That is an order." 

She released his cock, and her slip, and without looking at him walked to the bedroom. 

He adjusted himself, getting his cock back inside his pants, grabbed something, and followed, a few feet behind. 

I switched cameras, in time to see her standing at the foot of the bed, looking at it. He walked to the bed, and pulled all the covers off. 

She stood there, watching, still in her slip and her bra, as the bed, looking like an altar where she was going to be sacrificed, was made ready. She knew how to stop him, I knew. A simple word. Would she say it? When?

Not yet! 

He went back to her, facing her, pulled her to him, and embraced her. He was several inches taller than she was, and bent down toward her. She responded, raising her head, eagerly meeting his lips!

Eagerly?!!! 

His arms, holding her to him, dropped from her back down to her hips. 

Would he continue? Would she allow him to? When is she going to say it? Or will she?

I was distracted by my own cock's demand for attention, as I watched the kiss continue, until I noticed. . . 

. . I saw 

. . . I saw that his hands, on her hips, weren't idle after all. 

They were gathering the material of her slip! 

Already it was raised past her mid thighs, 

then up past her nude hips! 

He moved away an inch or so, creating a little space, so that now he could lift it even higher, while still engaging in the kiss. She allowed the space to continue, moving her hips away a little, too. 

I watched as he lifted - my side view was perfect - higher than her hips, her sides. . . 

And he broke the kiss for a minute - they maintained eye contact - and he lifted higher, then moved his hands more to the front, and the eye contact was broken for a moment as the massed material of slip was lifted over her face, over her head, and down her back, until it was covering her hands, prevented from going any further by the cuffs. 

He continued to stare into her eyes as his hands left the slip, and moved up her back, to her bra strap. How could he avoid looking down, she was naked in front of him except for the bra. 

And then he released that, too! 

It hung limply from her shoulders, still covering her. 

He took her by the shoulders, and pushed her over to the bed. 

And onto it. 

She sat there, legs tightly together, concealing herself as best she could. 

He, however, had done this before, He knew what he was going to do, and how best to do it, much better than we did. 

He got behind her. 

Pulled/lifted her to the middle of the bed. 

Again went to his pocket, got the key, and released one bracelet of the handcuffs. 

He brushed off the slip, pushed that arm forward, and pushed the bra strap off it - "What beautiful breasts my wife has," I thought, as it was exposed for the first time, "and look at how erect that nipple was. She's really turned on!" 

By then he had repeated the action with the other side of the bra - now she was naked! Seeming almost more than naked since he now was holding her arms behind her so she couldn't even cover herself! 

But that wasn't enough for him. Me either, truth be told.

From behind, he reached around, put his hand under her knee, and pulled - she bent her leg. It took him only a second to attach the handcuff bracelet to her ankle, so that hand and ankle were now attached. 

From his pocket he brought another set of cuffs, and moving a little, got one end attached to the other ankle. 

"I'm going to show you what helpless really feels like now. Give me your other hand." 

She extended it, toward her ankle, and soon it too was bound. 

He, from behind her, grasped her shoulders, and pulled, so that she was on her back. 

Take a break, readers, and take your lover with you into the bedroom. Try out this position, wrists bound to ankles. The story will be here when you return. I don't think you'll be back too quickly, though. Take your time. It's worth it. 

Back so soon? How was it? Thought so.

On with the story, now. . . .

He got off the bed, and moved to stand at its foot. 

She lay there, watching him, knees together, waiting. 

"Are you helpless?" 

"Yes, I've never been more helpless. You're in control; I can't stop you from doing whatever you want." 

"Good." 

He pulled his shirt free of his slacks, unbuttoned its cuffs, and the rest of the buttons too, and took it off. 

He pulled his tee shirt over his head, too. 

Raised a foot, got that shoe and sock off. 

And the other one, too. 

Staring at her, he released his belt buckle, undid the clasp of his uniform trousers. 

The fly was already down - and he stepped out of his pants, leaving only his briefs on. 

"Betty!" he said firmly. 

She looked at him questioningly. 

"You remember the rules, don't you?" 

She nodded. 

"Well in about another minute, 'Herman' isn't going to work anymore. This is your last chance. If you're going to say it, you better say it now." 

She was silent! My cock soared but my heart fell.

We both watched as his hands found his own waistband, and then, those briefs were down and off, too. 

My wife was facing a nude man, only the second one she had seem in this condition in her life. 

"I'm afraid" she whispered in a quiet voice, so quiet I could hardly hear her. 

He bent over, picking up the baton he brought with him to the bedroom. 

He walked, nude, to the foot of the bed. Knelt on it. 

He leaned toward her, the baton a weapon. 

He traced it down along her face - she opened her mouth for it, as she had before. 

He teased her lips with it, then stopped, and moved it to her neck, lower. 

"This is a great sex toy, too." 

It moved down, over her throat. 

Its end moved along her breast, and pressing down, over it, indenting it, its side pressing down on her nipple. 

"This is control, Betty. This is power. This really gets me going!" 

The baton moved down, over her belly, and up one of her legs to her knees... 

He forced it between her tightly clenched knees, and down, against her pelvis. 

"It's uncomfortable for you to keep your legs together when I use handcuffs like that: just relax them." 

I saw them move apart a few inches. 

The baton moved lower. Tina, sweet Tina, actually tilted her pelvis up toward it! I couldn't see what was happening, but his hand began making small motions, gentle motions, twisting, pushing a little, twisting again, moving it, exciting her. I could see her stomach quivering as she took short, gasping breaths. 

Then he brought it to his own face. 

I watched him as he put it in his own mouth! 

Tina and I both watched him lick it! 

"You taste good." 

He did it! He had put it IN her - he had actually fucked her with it! 

He dropped the damned thing to the floor, and moved to the side of the bed, he knelt on it, his knees near her shoulder. 

Tina was helpless in front of him. 

He leaned toward her, his hand reaching toward the back of her head. That hand grabbed a handful of hair. He grasped it: he used it to lift her head to his lips! It was not a loving kiss - it was an erotic one! 

"You liked me using my night stick," he grunted, ending the kiss. "You'll like my using me, too, and me using you." 

He used his hold on her hair to force her head back, exposing her throat. 

He bent forward. His mouth found that, too! 

She had never been treated like that before. 

His mouth moved down, from her throat - until he was at her breast. 

He lifted his head a little, I could see her breast extend, pulled by his mouth, as he sucked on it as he moved. 

The hand holding her hair freed itself, and twisted at one nipple as his mouth teased the other. 

I watched - and she had her head up a little now, too, watching, because he was no longer at her breast. He twisted around a little more, so that he was licking at her stomach. 

And he moved down a little more, so that his head was at her pelvis, and first one hand, then the other, met at her groin. 

Tina turned a little away from me. She was looking right at his erect penis - in this position it wasn't more than a few inches from her face. 

He seemed to be spreading her vulva with his hands - his lips were close to it, he seemed to be blowing cool air at it, as a child might to cool down something before eating it. 

"You want this, don't you?" It was an unnecessary question, of course she did. 

"Yes!" 

Her hips bucked - his mouth found her, open, ready. 

His torso was twisted, knees still at her shoulders, but he moved a little, and his cock moved even closer to her. 

Then, like the baton earlier, it lay across her lips. 

He raised his head a little, looking under his twisted torso, at her face, at his cock. 

I heard him say what I expected: "Do me, too." 

She shook her head - she didn't want to. 

He knelt upright again, abandoning her cunt. 

His hand found her hair again, and tightened around it, holding her head firmly. 

He had is cock in his other hand. He moved so that his penis lay across her lips. 

"Do it!" 

He forced its shaft across her lips, but she resisted, keeping them closed. 

"Take him" I shouted at the monitor screen. "Take him in your mouth!" 

His cock brushed across her cheek, back to her lips, again and again, scrotum against her chin, him dominant over her. 

Then it happened! She pursed her lips against that shaft, as she did to the baton. 

And her lips opened. 

He moved again, drawing his shaft along those lips, until its tip was pressed against her lips. 

He pushed, 

forcing, 

and finally, 

finally, 

there was a motion, 

and he let her hair go, 

because the end of his cock had finally worked its way into my wife's mouth. 

And we both watched as her lips closed around it. 

"You know what to do," he muttered, as he withdrew, turned, lowered his head again, going down on her again, and I watched, fascinated, 

as he moved over her, straddling her, 

as she raised her head, 

following the motion of his hips, 

and took a little more of him into her mouth, 

and how his hips followed her head as she laid it back on the bed. 

I could see her cheeks indent, as she sucked at him! Sometimes her tongue followed his shaft out past her lips. 

His own mouth was working, too, his tongue now squirming in her, tasting what his baton had, earlier. Each time he'd raise his hips, she'd lift her head, following his cock, not giving it up. If anything, sucking even harder. 

His own head was between her legs, sucking at her clit, his tongue being like a small penis, exciting her, 

until, 

in a few moments, 

Tina sagged back, panting, flaccid, because he drove her over the edge. 

He was close, too. 

He rolled off her, his hand grasping the head of his cock, squeezing it in the classic maneuver to avoid premature ejaculation. 

"Not like that", he said, "I don't want to come like that. I want it to be in your cunt." 

He moved to the side of the bed, his face wet with his saliva, and her juices. 

He took the pillows, bunched them, forced a hand under the small of her back, and lifted. 

She helped a little, lifting her hips, until both pillows were under her ass. 

Now, at the bed's foot, his hands found her knees, and pushed them apart. 

I had never seen anything as sexy, as obscenely erotic, as Tina, lying there, panting, her hips now lifted by the pillows, hands still attached to her ankles, and spread open just as wide as she could be. 

He knelt between those knees, leaned forward, 

and that's what adultery looks like, readers, what being cuckolded looks like. I watched as he rammed into her, almost frantically, the first penetration fast, not gentle. 

He started to go slower, and deeper, as he neared his peak. 

The best part was watching Tina, my Tina, moving under him, lifting to meet him, then her buttocks being driven back to the pillows again and again when he pushed into her. 

Over and over and over. 

Soon enough, he grunted his way to an orgasm, and he emptied himself into my wife's pussy, and too soon to be romantic, rolled off her, and lay there beside her. 

They were both breathing heavily, almost puffing. 

Tina, still shackled, recovered first, and looked at him. 

"Joseph?" 

"Huh?" he wheezed. 

"Joseph, I don't think I like this submission and bondage after all." 

"Huh?" 

"Take these off, Joseph, I feel lousy about doing what we did." 

"Oh." 

He got out of the bed, fumbled in his pants pocket, and in a minute had the cuffs off. 




Metamorphosis Ch. 03



His hand went to her crotch while she rubbed her wrists. 

"Want some more without the bondage, baby?" 

"No, I've had enough, Joseph. I wondered how it would feel not being in control, and now I know, it's not for me. Fun one time, maybe, but no more, not for me." 

"It works for some people," he told her, "I want it to work for women I'm with, I like the control." 

"Well it doesn't work for me." 

The mood in the room had changed. 

"Betty, we just had sex, you went down on me, and I did you, too. You can't take that back." 

"It's time to stop this, Joseph. You should probably go home now." 

"It'll be much nicer if we spend the night together, Betty." 

"I don't want to do that, I really need some time alone." 

"But. . ." 

"No but's, you're starting to ruin a good evening. Maybe you'd better go home, Joseph. Maybe you better go now." 

She got out of bed, and handed his pants to him. 

By then I'd pulled my clothes on, ready to go down and rescue her. 

No need. He pulled on some clothes, carried the others to the door. 

"I'm sorry, Betty. I honestly thought it would work out better. Goodnight." 

And he left. 

The outer door to the apartment slammed a few seconds before I opened the inner one that opened to the rest of the house. Tina, tears in her eyes, wrapped in her robe, was instantly in my arms. 

"Please don't hate me for doing that, for letting him do that to me, Bob, I'm so sorry." 

"Everything's OK," I told her. 

"It must have been awful for you to have to see that!" 

I held her, still aroused by the sights, the memories. 

"I feel cheap, and used, and like a tramp. I hate that I did that! How can you ever want me, or even touch me again, after that." 

I muttered something about loving her all the more, but I was too distracted to pay attention to the words. This woman, wrapped in her robe, smelled of sex! 

Smelled of another man! 

She was, I realized, still wet with him! 

I couldn't help myself. 

I took her up to our room, to our bed, offering what comfort I could. 

We lay on it, her head was nestled into my shoulder, and I moved, and moved her, until we were face to face. "How can you stand to hold me, or even touch me, after I did that?" 

I rolled towards her a little, so that she was on her back, my head above hers. 

And I moved down towards her. 

"No, no, honey, don't kiss me, not yet, I want to wash myself, I took his penis in my . . ." 

"I know, I know, it's all right," I told her, and my lips smothered the last word. 

Her lips were closed, clenched. 

I lifted my head enough to say "I love you, Tina", and lowered it again. 

"But his penis was in there, honey", she started to say, until my tongue pressed against her lips for a moment, then against her teeth for a moment, then met hers, the same tongue that. . . 

and right then and there ejaculated again, just a little, quietly, while my mind replayed the image of what was, a few minutes ago, exactly where I was now. 

And Tina responded, her holding me to her, kissing me back. 

"Please tell me you're not mad at me," she muttered through the kiss. 

"I'll prove I'm not." 

I pulled at her robe, opening it. 

My hand traced down her body, between her legs - so hot, so wet. 

"No, wait until I wash, don't touch me!" 

"I'll show you I'm not mad." 

"Let me take a shower," she said, starting to sit up, "and then come back and love you." 

"No, no, love me now, let me love you . . ." 

"But I feel dirty, I'm covered with his sweat, his saliva, his, his. . .I stink with him!" 

My lips stopped her talking. 

I forced her down again. 

I kissed her lips again. 

"I watched every minute," I said, "I know what all happened. It's OK, Tina. I still love you." 

There were tears in her eyes. 

"How can you even touch me, after watching that?" 

"Like this, does this prove I'm not mad?" I said, and kissed her lips again. 

She kissed back, accepting my proof. 

And I moved, so I could kiss her chin. 

I turned her head away from me, and my lips and tongue found her ear. 

"He did that," she said, almost a protest. 

Her shoulder. 

"That, too." 

Her hand touched me. "You're not even hard, Bob, not even a little bit, you're just trying to make me feel better." 

"I'm not hard because I masturbated three or four times because you were so sexy," I claimed. 

I moved lower, to her breast, and my hand found the other one, tongue and fingers, teeth and fingers, working on her nipples, and I felt her hand on the back of my head, pressing me hard into her breast. 

"See, that's not so bad" I muttered, my mouth full of her. 

"No, not bad, nice, but he did that, too, his spit is probably still on me. . ." she said, and I moved, my head pushing against her hand, lower, to her navel. 

"Nice, very nice. This is all part of flooding," I told her. "I loved watching you doing it." 

I could feel her go rigid as she felt me there, nuzzling into her stomach. 

"You watched everything?" 

"Mmmm, yes" as my tongue made circles around her belly button. 

My hand found her knee, and pulled at it, and her legs opened a little, she still had a hand on my head. 

"You know he was in me, then. . ." 

"Mmmm, yes. . ." 

and my tongue drifted down lower, I was breathing in the scents from her hair. 

"But, he, he . . ., Bob, he ejaculated in me, let me clean up . . ." 

I had by then moved my hands to either side of her cunt, and spread it, opening those lips. 

"Tina, I know that, and I know I wanted you to do that, and you don't have anything to feel bad about, or dirty about. . ." 

"But, but. . ." 

My tongue found the opening, and touched her clit. 

The hand she had on my head suddenly stopped trying to stop me - her legs opened wider, she rotated her hips up, exposing herself, and her hands, on the back of my head, now pushed me deep into her! 

Smelling. 

Tasting. 

Licking. 

I felt her move a little, and then felt her lips close on my own sore masturbated limp penis. 

I moved so my knees straddled her head, holding my penis above her face, making it easy for her. 

Just like Joseph did a little while ago. 

But with me in her mouth, and her cunt covered by my mouth, I grew harder, and she, even more ready. 

Turns out we were able to have sex, after all. 

And that night we slept in each other's arms, covered with our own perspiration, and his. Our own juices, and his. And, uniquely, our love for each other - not his! 

Tina, finally, understood that part of me. 

We were awakened by the special phone ringing. 

"Hello?" she said. 

A pause. 

"Hello Joseph." 

"No, not tonight, Joseph. Or tomorrow, either." 

"No, I don't think I'll be seeing you again, Joseph." 

"Good-bye." 

She turned to me. "Is that OK with you?" 

"Yeah." 

"He said I had real promise in bed, and wanted to see me again, to play some more." 

"But you're not gonna do that, huh?" 

"Not with him. I want to feel good when I make love or have sex. That was intense, but it wasn't really fun." 

"You wanted a different experience. I guess you got one." 

"Yeah, I suppose so. I did learn some things, though. Maybe sometime we could try some of those things, but I want it with love, not just for sex. . ." 

"Yeah, I'm sure we will. Are you OK with what happened with Joseph - you don't still feel cheap. . ." 

"No. I was worried about what you'd think of me. You made it all right last night. Thanks." 

"Good. Ah, are you going to date some more?" 

"Well, I learned a lot from Joseph. Do you still want me to learn more?" 

"Yeah." 

"OK, then. I still have that date with Phil. I guess I'll keep it."



Metamorphosis Ch. 04



Tina put on conservative clothes, and drove off to meet Phil at the restaurant the next evening. 

Three hours later she came home elated. "I actually had a real dinner date with a guy! It was nice! I could get to like this!" 

She got ready for bed, and met me there, and while lying in my arms told me all about her dinnertime adventure. 

They met, she said, in the bar, and he was a perfect gentleman. They had a nice quiet dinner, and "I had to make up a lot of stuff. I pretended to be Betty again. He was a really nice guy, and he walked me out to my car after dinner. We just stood there in the parking lot for 15 minutes, talking, and doing a little flirting. He asked me if I'd go out with him again, Bob." 

By now I had her nightgown completely off, and was paying intense homage to those wonderful breasts. I flattened one with my hands, had my mouth all over it, sucking, teasing her nipple, then lifted up enough to ask "What did you tell him?" 

Her hands on my head forced my head back down again, as she answered. "I gave him my new phone number, honey, and told him I'd love to. I hope that's all right", she asked, as her hand traced down my body, to see what my penis thought, too. It was at full attention, and happy to begin getting attention from her hand. "I guess," she said between kisses, "this means it's very much all right. I just wish I understood why this stuff gets you so excited." 

"I don't understand it, either, but it does. Like, thinking about you having sex with Joseph drives me crazy. . ." 

"So I guess it's all right with you that when Phil tried to kiss me, I let him? He's a great kisser." 

By now I had rolled onto her, and she guided my cock to her pussy. While we were making love - no, having sex - I looked down at her, looking up at me, and at her breasts, and stomach, with my groin and hers joined, moving together, and said "Do you realize that maybe if you like this Phil guy enough, you're probably going to have him doing this to you, looking at you, fucking you. . .?" and her legs wrapped around me like a vise, and she whispered "of course, and I'll bet you're going to be watching us doing this, fucking each other, and masturbating yourself while we do it won't you?" Our thrusts, our urgency, our orgasms, answered any questions about whether we thought it was a good idea. 

Well, I had wanted her to be a better sex partner: she was getting there. And she was getting there fast. 

Phil called the next day, asking for a second date. She agreed, gave directions to her "apartment", and confirmed a date for Saturday, five days from now. "I'll pick you up at 7, and I can't wait to see you again" were Phil's parting words. If he had wondered about how sexy Tina aka Betty sounded it might have been explained by my mouth sucking on her breasts and cunt while she sat there, spread legged, talking to him and her free hand directed my mouth to this place, and that place, and she managed to hang up just barely in time to not telephone the sounds of her orgasm. 

Later she reminded me, "Don't forget I'm meeting Paul tomorrow night."

Tomorrow night came, and I got a quick kiss good-bye as she went out to have a drink with Paul. 

Two hours later she came back, smelling of cigarette smoke and lipstick a bit smudged. 

A few minutes later, again in bed, I heard of Tina's meeting with Paul, a handsome, light skinned black man, the manufacturing executive being transferred to Dallas. 

Tina started out sitting across from, then beside him at the Smithtown Sheraton lounge. She told me of his arm around her shoulders, and a kiss, and another, and what it's like to kiss a man with a beard. She talked of how he suggested that since they were getting along so well, that they take a room "and get to know each other better" and how she declined and started to leave. Of how he asked if she'd go out with him again, and apologized for being so aggressive, and how she said "maybe" and how she gave him her "home" phone number. Of how she came home, and how right now she was seriously horny and how I'd better start doing something about that, and then I did start to do something about that only to have her "home" phone ring, it was Paul calling to be sure she got home, and could they go out again, and she agreed to see him again tomorrow, and gave him directions to pick her up. 

Then we fucked like sex-crazed bunnies.

My wife was a very different person in bed, now, much more active, much more responsive, especially when she told me about her planned date with Paul. "This guy is a fast mover. I wonder if anything will happen tomorrow. . ." she muttered, as her mind focused on that thought while mine, well, mine was pretty much focused on that very same possibility, come to think of it. 

The next morning, the morning of her second date with Paul, she awoke to find her cheeks reddened from being abraded by his beard. "I look awful!" she claimed. 

Her date was for 7:30. I sat on the bed, watching as she chose a modest skirt and blouse, got that on over a bra and half slip, used lots of make-up on her cheeks, dabbed perfume everywhere (and I mean everywhere), and asked "Do I look all right?" 

Now this is a very important moment, readers. My wife just asked me "Do I look all right?". The complete sentence, however, would have been "Do I look all right to go out and maybe screw some other man?"

Just how do you answer that?

The husband and the voyeur in me argued back and forth over it. 

Guess who won.

I told her she looked great. And she did.

I watched as a late model Buick pulled up, and Paul got out, and walked around the house to the apartment door. 

I could hear that door bell ring, and in a few minutes watched Paul and Tina leave the house. 

I did a few things around the house, waiting, alert, until hours later the same Buick pulled into the driveway. 

Tina and Paul had returned from their dinner. The question now is: would she invite him in? 

Maybe: he opened the car door for her. She stepped out, and he took her into his arms for a kiss, but I saw her shake her head no, and took his hand, instead, and started around the house to the apartment. 

I raced to our bedroom, and activated the monitoring channels. I looked into the living room in time to see her bring a couple of glasses of wine in from the kitchen, and hand one to Paul. He sat on the sofa, and she sat next to him. 

Paul's wine was finished quickly, Tina's was going a little more slowly. 

One of his hands went around her shoulder, the other to her cheek, turning her head turned toward him, and he leaned towards her: a gentle kiss. It felt so sexy, but a little weird, still, watching as yet another man kissed my wife, thinking she was single and available. 

Well, he was half-right anyhow. 

But - she pushed him away! 

"Don't do that." The audio monitoring was as good as being in the room! 

"Don't kiss you? What kind of bullshit is this?" 

"My face got all irritated from your beard last night, Paul. Look at how red it is. Your beard is too rough for me." 

"I don't need this crap."

He started to get up, only to have her pull him back. 

"Paul, wait, don't go. I just don't want you to kiss my lips, that's all." 

His hand went to her cheek, then to her throat, and hers covered his as it meandered. 

"But are you telling me you're completely off limits?" 

"No..." 

The hand on her throat moved lower, until it was caressing her breast. 

". . .I don't know," she answered, not stopping him. 

Notice she *didn't* stop him! 

"That's my girl" I thought. "On course and on time." 

He got off the sofa, and knelt in front of her, leaning toward her, over her knees. She sat still, arms at her side. 

His hands went to her shoulders, to her neck, and then met, under her chin. 

His fingers were at the buttons on her blouse! There was certainly nothing subtle about this guy. 

"Wait," I heard her say, and his hands dropped. 

She stood, turned off the bright recessed lights, and turned on a smaller table lamp, setting the stage. 

"That's better," she said, and sat down again. 

And lifted his hands back to her blouse. 

She leaned back on the sofa then, but she didn't do anything much to discourage him. 

One button and another, and another, all gave way. 

He tugged at her blouse, and she leaned forward so it could be pulled from under her skirt. 

Now the final buttons were open, and he reached again, hands around her, she leaned toward him, he got his hands on the neckline of her blouse, and opened it, wide, to her shoulders. She cooperated by leaning forward, her arms still by her side, and allowed him to slide the sleeves down her lovely arms. She helped, pulling her arms free of the blouse. 

His mouth moved to her neck, and then to her cleavage. She sat, leaning back against the sofa, passive, but seemingly enjoying the sensations. 

"Is my beard too rough for this?" he asked, gruffly. 

My own erection was massive, but I dared not move, my eyes were fixed on the monitor. 

"No. . ." 

"Feels sexy, not rough," she said to the top of his head as he nuzzled her between her breasts. 

He moved back again, his hands meeting at the front clasp of her bra, between her breasts. 

And he fumbled, and fumbled with it. Damn! How clumsy can this guy be? Hurry up, already! Let's see the goodies!

Finally, in a moment, it was undone, leaving her bra open at the middle, supported by her breasts. 

His hand moved up and took one side of her bra. 

"I want to see them." 

He lifted one cup away, exposing her. He repeated the maneuver a second time, his hands moving to her shoulders, brushing the straps down her arms. She leaned forward again, and pulled her arms through the straps, and sat back again, breasts exposed to him (and me), nipples erect, arms at her sides, as she looked over his shoulder at the hvac vent, the camera, and right into my eyes. 

And she smiled. 

I watched him as he, kneeling in front of her, looked at this woman, passively sitting there, waiting for him to do something, waiting for - something more? 

He moved up, again, hands resting on either side of her legs. 

"Betty," he said, "I hope you don't expect me to be a gentleman with you. . ." 

"Don't hurt me, Paul." 

I knew it would happen. She leaned back, he followed, his mouth traced down to her neck. 

And moving again so he was no longer kissing her neck, but her shoulder. 

She was leaning forward again, lifting her shoulder, making it easier for him. 

His head moved, from her shoulder, down, and I watched as his tongue traced out along the wonderful swoop of her breast, until it was teasing her nipple. 

She put a hand under that breast, and lifted it to him, while the other went behind his head, pulling him to her, so now as much of her breast as could fit was in his mouth. 

"So it's OK for me to kiss your tits, huh? That's OK for a *black* man to do?" 

"I told you, it has nothing to do with your race - it has everything to do with how rough your beard is. What can I do to prove that to you?" 

"Oh, I don't know. But I'm sure I'll think of something," he said, as he nursed at one breast, then the other, kneeling in front of her, as she sat back, her hands again behind his head, holding him to her. 

While both my own hands were slow-stroking my penis. 

He moved a little, and now his mouth was between her breasts. 

She had a sexy smile on her face, as he enjoyed her body. 

He moved again, his mouth and tongue still offering homage to her cleavage. 

And then his hands were on her knees, parting them, so he could kneel between them, still kissing her. 

She sat back passively, allowing him freedom. 

He moved higher, so he could kiss her neck. 

His hands, moved from beside her hips, where they had been supporting him, to her waist, touching her. 

To the top of her skirt. 

I watched as his fingers hooked, and jerked down, moving the top down about an inch. 

The movement stopped there, stopped by the swelling of her hips. 

"Come on now Betty, you have to cooperate if you want to make this good," he said. 

Her own hands moved down to the side of her skirt. 

"I will," she confirmed. "Here, let me help." 

And there was a motion, as she released the clasp. 

And there was another subtle motion as she released the zipper. 

Now he could pull the skirt a few inches lower, down to her hips, exposing her navel. 

But no further - she was sitting on her skirt. 

I saw he had not only the skirt, but the top of her panty hose, too. 

He pulled a little more. 

"You have to lift up, Betty." 

Sweet little Tina, ex-nun Tina, married Tina, living out her fantasies and acting the way she thought Betty would act, put her feet on the floor, tilted her pelvis and lifted her hips, so that this black stranger could undress her some more, and I watched as he moved the skirt and panty hose down, over my wife's quivering hips. 

The bundle of material went lower, to her (trembling) knees, 

then he was pulling the hose from her feet. 

Finally, I watched as she sat there, breathing hard, totally naked in front of this man, her knees a few inches apart, again sitting back. 

Looking at him. NOT looking at me.

Waiting. 

He leaned over her knees, until, again, his mouth found her breast. 

And in a moment, moved lower. 

His hands moved from the sofa, to her hips, to her thighs, and he parted her legs again. 

He was kissing her navel, and I watched as she leaned further back, and opened her legs even wider for him. 

I watched as he moved lower, and traced his tongue over her leg and towards her center. 

"Lift up, let me do this!" 

And I saw her arch herself, supported only by her back and her feet with his head planted between her legs, and I knew his mouth had found its target! 

And he used that pussy, and she used that mouth, for several, several long minutes! 

"Why is it? " I wondered, "That everyone in the world suddenly wants to go down on my Tina?" 

She moved, not letting him stop, until she was prone, and he was ministering to her from the side. Her head was to his left. 

I watched as he knelt upright beside her, and looked at her, in front of him. 

I watched as he put one hand under her left knee, and lifted it, so that her leg went up and rested its calf now on the backrest of the sofa. 

He pulled at her right leg, until that foot was resting on the floor. Now she was totally exposed - her eyes closed, but both her mouth and her vagina were open! 

He took her left hand which she had resting on her stomach. 

Moved it, over her pelvis, down. 

He guided her fingers there. "Put your fingers where my tongue was!" 

She resisted a little, but then both his hands were busy - his right hand's fingers were probing inside her, his left hand was guiding hers, forcing hers, to do the same thing! 

Tina was flushed all over her body, as he guided her fingers into her cunt, moving them against her clit, pushing them deeper in her. 

Her body was moving a little against her fingers, and his, as she masturbated herself, and was masturbated, at the same time, and my own hand was busy, too, milking myself, as I watched, enjoying the show, waiting for more. . . 

I watched them for what seemed like hours, seeing one convulsion after another, as her body and mind responded to what was happening. 

"Just keep doing that!" he said, as he stood up. 

She must have felt him move, her eyes opened, looking at him looming over her. 

"Keep touching yourself, you have to get yourself ready for me." 

Her hand started moving again, her other hand joined it, and both were busy, exciting her, one spreading, the other penetrating, while she watched him. 

She watched him as he worked at his belt. 

She watched him as the belt opened. . . 

"Touch yourself now while I show you the prize you're about to get. . ." 

He pulled his tie off, unbuttoned his shirt, and peeled it off. 

Her hands were moving against herself again,faster now, as she looked at him, then over her shoulder towards the vent (at me), and again at him. 

"Hurry" she whispered. "Please hurry."

He kicked free of his shoes, got unbuttoned, unzipped, and he pulled his slacks and shorts down, pulling one leg free, and then the other, and left them crumpled there on the floor. 

All three of us were looking at his long, erect penis, bobbing in the air. 

Her arms reached toward him, her left leg climbed higher on the back of the sofa, spreading herself wide, making herself a welcome place for him, exposing herself, ready. 

He grabbed at both of her hands - pulled them to her pelvis. "Hold yourself open, guide me in!" 

He moved onto the sofa, got between her legs, leaned over her again, moving, and shifting, supporting himself on his arms, his cock now lightly brushing at her cunt, her breasts just touching his chest, as he lowered himself, and she raised herself, still holding herself open, and that erect cock, incomplete without being in a pussy, and that pussy, incomplete without a cock, finally found each other. 

I could see its head finally resting against its target, and his cock bending a little as he pressed forward, as its head pushed against that opening, and began moving into it, and finally that hard dark cock and that soft white pussy, 

became complete. 

He wasn't subtle at all - as soon as his cock's head found its way he just rammed it in. He wasn't even a good cocksman, the objective part of me thought, remembering how I'd treated women while I had sex with them. But my own cock was bursting, and his did, too. He was taking big, hard strokes, his shaft between her hands, between her cunt lips, him moving with an urgency, an excitement that was more like a teenager's, than a man who had to be thirty, a teenager whose only goal was to get off, to get the release he wanted, as he pushed in, injecting her, time after time, using her willing vagina as he might have used a tissue, as just another receptacle for his cock, a place to leave his cum, pushing into her, but only intent on satisfying himself, her pleasure was secondary, if even that. Probably not.

And then it was over, over after just a few minutes. 

His disinterest in her, after filling her with his cum, was nothing short of amazing. He pulled out, still large but flaccid, and sat panting, dribbling cum on the sofa. "Hey! You're pretty good after all" he offered, catching his breath, while she lay there, one leg in his lap, another behind him, as he absentmindedly groped at a breast, and probed at her vagina. "I want to do this again sometime soon." 

"Maybe," she said, watching him. Paul was dressed and gone in fifteen minutes, and a moment later my naked, freshly - fucked wife was with me in our bed. 

"He wasn't nearly as good as you, honey. He was crude! That wasn't good sex at all - it wasn't erotic for me, it was just like being used. Do you think I did good? Was it OK for me to masturbate the way he wanted me to? I know I never did that for you. I must have really excited him, though, because he sure came pretty quickly, didn't he? The only thing he wanted was to have sex with me. . ." she said. 

I was so horny, so erect, I could hardly wait, even though I had just masturbated watching them. 

"No, not yet," she whispered, as she felt me trying to roll on top of her. 

She put her hand on the top of my head, pushing me away from her lips, down, past her neck. 

"Prove it's OK, what I did. Prove it like you did before. Do that, first. . ." 

I understood. 

Now this part was certainly never in my great master plan. Creampies are not on my list of favorite things. Still, Tina had given up so much of herself for me, I guess I could swallow my pride - and other things - one more time. For her. So, I closed my eyes, thought of England, and dove in,so to speak, determined to do my best.




Metamorphosis Ch. 04



It was Black Friday, that one day in the year where shoppers went wild in the stores. Frank had ventured out to Starbuck's, but one look at the mob and he headed home to dig out his Mr. Coffee. The last week had been unproductive, work wise and bet-wise. Thanksgiving had made for a short work week and there had been few opportunities to be alone with Caro. Frank planned on remedying this over the next three days. Sitting back in just a robe, Frank put his feet on the coffee table and whistled tunelessly as he thought of his weekend plans for Caro. The phone rang and he sighed as he picked it up; it better not be Caro; he had too many plans for her in the next couple of days. He needn't have worried, it was Jack and he came right to the point. 

"Hey buddy boy, how goes it? How was your Thanksgiving?" 

Frank laughed, "You could give a rat's ass about my Thanksgiving. I know exactly why you are calling." 

"Oh, that cut to the bone Frank," Jack said in an aggrieved manner. "After all, we are friends and partners." 

"You have one thing on your mind," Frank said. "How the bet is going and the money you and Rob will lose when I win." 

"That remains to be seen, buddy boy. Oh yeah, you will fuck her. In fact I'm sure you already have, but she is supposed to worship at your throne. Ever stop to think that a willing slave entails the nuisance factor? How do you get rid of her after you've won? She will be a leech, an obstacle in your way when a new conquest comes along." 

"You let me worry about that, you just have the money ready." 

Rob only laughed and whined as he spoke, "Oh Frank! I love you! How can you do this to me? I thought we meant something to each other?" Rob snickered, "In winning the bet you may end up with a millstone around your neck. I'd be very cautious Frank, if I were you." 

"Now I know you're running scared," Frank said. "Trying to put me off like that is a dead giveaway. Now I really must go, I'm expecting company." 

"See you in the office Monday and enjoy yourself," Rob said suggestively. 

Frank grinned as he hung up the phone and stretched luxuriously. "Oh I plan to," he said in an undertone. 

*** 

Caro picked up the small suitcase and looked around the room, she wanted to be gone before Janet and Tim returned. Yesterday had been a long day, the holidays always were. Caro was expected to do most of the cooking and cleaning, then to step back and let Janet take the credit. No problem, Caro just wanted the day to be over. The house had been overrun with Tim's relatives, each one just a little more boring and obnoxious then the next. As soon as she could, Caro excused herself and went to her room. She had packed the suitcase, agonizing over each article of clothing. In the end she had packed an assortment, from jeans and tees to lingerie and a dress. Who knew what the weekend entailed? 

Caro had a secret, one she had held close through yesterday's madness. The day before Thanksgiving, Frank had called her in his office. Was she busy this weekend? If not, would she like to spend it at his house? Caro could only remember nodding yes, her heart thumping at his sexy grin. It had certainly made Thanksgiving with her family easy. This morning they were out shopping, Janet was big on holiday sales. Caro just wanted to be out of the house before they returned. Leaving the note she had written last night on the kitchen table, she left hurriedly. She had racked her brain trying to think up a plausible excuse for leaving but nothing seemed right. After awhile, she realized she owed them nothing and only wrote she was going away for a few days. 

Pulling into Frank's driveway, she took one last look at herself in the car mirror. Frank had specifically asked her to wear shorts and a tee. She shook her head and her hair danced in the ponytail, suddenly she felt young and carefree. As she walked to the front door, her heart was pounding. He opened the door before she could ring, he must have been watching for her. He was in one of those short robes and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. 

She started to step inside but he stopped her and asked, "Did you come here the way I asked you?" 

Caro started to respond even as his hands moved to her breasts and slowly thumbed her nipples. Her breathing was labored already, her eyes closed as he caressed her breasts. 

"No bra," he said, as one hand moved down her stomach, "Just as we agreed." 

His fingers slipped inside her shorts and he smiled, "No panties and I can feel your wetness already." 

Caro's hands moved to his arm, ever cognizant that they stood outside the front door. His finger moved between her folds and slowly swirled her clit. Once more she marveled at the power he had over her. His finger went deeper and Caro gasped and stood on her tiptoes. 

Frank asked softly, "Whose pussy is this Caro?" 

All rational thought had left Caro, she had forgotten she was on a doorstep being fingered by a man. She forgot everything but Frank and what he was doing to her. 

She whispered, "Yours, all yours Frank." 

Frank's other hand was rolling her nipple as he asked, "Whose nipples are these Caro?" 

Her voice trembled, "Yours Frank." 

"Never forget that Caro. Let's try a little experiment?" His finger moved maddeningly slow, "When I count to three, I want you to cum for me. Understand Caro?" 

Caro's body was stiffening, her fingernails were digging into his arm. She felt her clit pulsing against his palm, her tongue wet her lips and her eyes closed. 

She gasped as his finger moved in wide circles and he intoned, "One." 

His finger moved back, and then plunged into her body. Holding it deep, he rotated it. 

Pulling back he said, "Two," and once more pushed it deep in her pussy. 

Caro moaned softly as Frank commanded her, "Open your eyes. Look at me." 

Her eyelids fluttered, then opened to see that his eyes were seemingly burning a hole into her body, her soul. She felt truly taken and truly his at that moment. 

Frank drove his finger deep as he said, "Three." 

Caro's knees buckled as her orgasm hit and she clutched at Frank's arm. She bucked on his hand as his impaled finger circled slowly. As the waves subsided and the spasms in her pussy slowed, Frank pulled his finger out and slid it into her mouth. Caro held his hand as she sucked his finger and their eyes locked. Frank took out his finger and led her inside to the entryway. 

"My suitcase," Caro said. 

"I'll get it later," Frank said as he closed the door. 

*** 

Frank looked at Caro, her eyes were glazed with passion and the weekend had just begun. Pulling her into the foyer he looked around before taking a large cushion off the bench and tossed it on the floor. He drew Caro close and kissed her, their tongues moving together as they lowered to the cushion. He was surprised and pleased when Caro began to explore his body, her shyness seemed to be leaving her. Her mouth moved to his chest and her tongue made a path down his body. Her hands opened his robe and Frank felt her hand on his cock. Her lips moved across his shaft as her eyes watched him intently. Frank lifted his head and watched as her tongue played across his cock head. He lay back as a shiver of pleasure ran through his body. 

Leaning over him; Caro spoke softly, "You have such a big cock Frank. Do you want to push it down my throat?" 

His hips lifted as she took the head in her mouth and sucked. The sounds she made as she blew him were delightfully erotic and Frank closed his eyes. Her mouth lowered with each stroke, her head moving faster as she pumped him aggressively now. Caro's true self was emerging and she had become a wanton and totally sexual creature. She was working her mouth faster now and his legs stiffened as he felt his balls tighten. 

As if on cue she popped her mouth off him and asked, "Where do you want it Frank? In my mouth or my body?" 

He smiled and said, "The real question is, how do I want it the first time? Because Caro, you are going to suck my cock many times this weekend." 

He grinned as he saw color spread over her cheeks, he still had the power to disconcert her. Frank moved away and stood up, taking his cock in one hand and using the other to hold Caro by her hair and gently bring her to her knees. 

"Open your mouth Caro," he ordered as he pumped his cock. 

His hand was a blur, working up and down his shaft as time seemingly slowed down. He felt the beginnings of his orgasm and he slowed, drawing the pleasure out. The first strand went directly in her mouth and she whimpered as she tried to swallow. Frank groaned as he filled her mouth and she swallowed him dutifully. Cum had seeped out of the corners of her mouth and ran unbidden down her chin and onto her tits. Her eyes were on him as he pulled her mouth on his cock and she finished him off. His body jerked as he pumped the last of his seed into her mouth, the feeling almost exquisitely painful. 

"Clean me Caro," he uttered. "Get my cock hard again so I can fuck you with it." 

Her tongue glided over his cock, licking up his cum mixed with her saliva. After a few minutes he slowly and gently pulled her to her feet, his hand still in her hair. 

"I want to fuck you Caro, but we won't make it to the bedroom. I can't wait one more minute to take you." 

Leading her to the stairs, he turned her to face them. Her fingers were deep in the carpet, her ass in the air. Taking his time, Frank pulled her shorts down her legs. His mouth made a path over her cheeks and down her legs as his lips followed his hands. He helped her step out of them before he stepped behind her. Holding her ass, he rubbed the head of his cock against her the folds of her pussy. The head slowly disappeared as once again her body adjusted to his size. Caro turned her head to look back at him and mouth the words 'fuck me now.' Frank grunted as his drove his cock deep into her pussy. His body slammed against hers and pushed her into the stairs with each thrust. With his hands on her shoulders, he worked his cock in and out. The room was filled with the sound of his thighs as they slapped against her ass. Frank took a handful of her hair and pulled her head to the side. He ground his mouth on hers, feeling her moans against his lips. 

Reaching around, he rolled her over so she was sitting on the stairs. Placing one leg over his shoulder and the other over the banister she was open to his assault. His cock went deep in one thrust and Caro cried out as he fucked her. Her elbows were supporting her and her head was back, hair splayed over the stairs. Taking both hands, Frank ripped the tee shirt, exposing her tits to his view. He watched as they swayed under his thrusts, and he leaned forward to squeeze them gently. Caro's head was tossing, he felt her pussy spasm on his cock and knew she was ready. 

"I'm going to cum Caro," he grunted as he drove into her one final time. 

Frank pushed hard as Caro lifted herself up off the stairs, their bodies in a frozen tableau. His body bucked as he emptied his body into hers. Caro's eyes were wide open and huge and she was making odd sounds in her throat. Frank gave in to the all powerful force of his orgasm, until he was spent and his body collapsed over her. 

*** 

It was the sun that woke Caro up, her eyes focused on the unfamiliar room and she started. Almost immediately she relaxed as she realized she was in Frank's bedroom. Inching slowly out of bed so as not to wake him, she made her way to the bathroom. Her toiletries were lying on the bathroom vanity and she ran the brush through her hair. For the last week she had been toying with the idea of lightening it. It was a dirty blonde, maybe now was the time to color it. With a lighter color and a little make up her looks would improve drastically. She blushed as she noticed the love bites on her breasts and her fingers traced them. Yesterday had been a day of wild, no holds barred sex. They had made love over and over and Caro admitted to herself that she was insatiable when it came to Frank. The more he gave her, the more she wanted. She definitely wasn't the Caro from a few weeks ago and she rejoiced in the knowledge. 

Turning on the shower she stepped in and let the hot water rush over her body. Wetting her hair she poured shampoo on her palm and started to wash her hair. She heard the shower door open and she smiled. She had hoped Frank would hear and join her. She felt his lips on her shoulder and then his hands were in her hair. She let her arms drop as he massaged her scalp with his fingers. There was something highly erotic about it, something that made her body come alive under his touch. As he rinsed the last soap out of her hair, he spun her around. Opening her eyes she looked up into his seconds before his mouth covered hers. 

Dragging her mouth away, she took the soap and made a lather in her hands. As she washed his body, she committed it to memory. She marveled at the planes of his chest, his taut stomach and hard buttocks. Her fingers caressed his cock, feeling it twitch in her hand as it grew to its full length. Frank hadn't been idle through this, his hands were wandering her body as well. Caro's breathing was labored as all pretense was lost and she began to pump Frank's cock. His finger was tracing her folds and she opened her legs wider to give him access. 

Frank took her shoulders and turned her to face the shower wall. She felt his mouth as it ran down her back and she shivered in delight. As he got to her ass, his tongue moved along the crack. His hands spread her and she felt his tongue as he licked inside her. Caro was shocked, the idea of anal sex of any type had never appealed to her. She wanted to protest but Frank's tongue was making it impossible. Meanwhile his fingers had found their way to her pussy entrance and were slowly moving in and out. Caro put her cheek on the shower wall, the feelings were intense and she moaned as his tongue and fingers moved together. Too soon Frank pulled back, and she felt his finger at her ass. She moaned as his finger just penetrated, and slipped inside her slowly. Her body opened under his onslaught and he added a second finger. Caro's body was quaking as he pulled her against him and he fucked her ass. His other hand palmed her pussy and found her clit. She could feel his body against hers, his cock hard on her thigh. He sped up his hands and she cried out as she came, her ass tightening on his fingers. Caro's hands slid on the wet shower walls and Frank held her as the waves tore through her body. 

Frank turned off the water, wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed. He rubbed her hair and body dry and tossed the towel aside, then gently pushed her on the bed. She was on her hands and knees and she could hear Frank as he opened the nightstand drawer. She looked back and saw the tube of KY and she realized his intentions. He saw the shock and fear in her eyes and he smiled, as his hand traced her ass crack. 

"No!" She said as her body trembled, "It's too big, it won't fit." 

Frank wanked his cock as he spoke, "It will be okay Caro, I'll take it slow." 

Frank covered his fingers with the jelly and slowly inserted them in her ass. They went in easily, the fucking in the shower had taken care of that. After he pumped them awhile; he took them out and slathered more jelly on his cock; then placed the head at her entrance. He slowly pushed and Caro's eyes closed as she willed herself to relax. He pushed slowly and gently until his head was inside her, then he stilled. Caro felt the burning pain but along with it was pleasure. Frank's hands spread her cheeks as he worked his cock slowly in and out of her body. Caro heard Frank's groans as inch by inch his cock pushed its way deeper. The sounds he made excited her and she looked over her shoulder and watched as he pushed the final inches into her ass. 

As he started to thrust slowly, Caro whimpered into the blanket. With each stroke his cock stretched her until gradually the pain receded. It was replaced by intense pleasure and Caro felt herself moving back against Frank. His speed intensified as her body accepted him and their groans mixed as they worked together toward a mutual goal. Caro's whole body tensed as Frank made a series of short stabbing motions. He yelled her name as he shot inside her, his cum filling her even as Caro came in a series of shudders. She fell to the bed; weak and exhausted; even as Frank pulled out of her body. 

He pulled her close, his chin resting on the top of her head and mused, "Did you know you amaze me? I never thought you would let me do that to you." 

Caro kissed his sweaty chest and said sleepily, "It's because I trust you. I know you would never do anything to hurt me." 

The last thing she heard as she drifted off was Frank's quiet answer, "Oh Caro, if you only knew." 

To be continued ...



Metamorphosis Ch. 04



As Heather was leaving her sisters to head home, Sean was sitting on the living room couch mindlessly flipping through the channels. The house phone rang and with a sigh of annoyance, he got up and headed for the kitchen to answer it. 

"Hello?" he said without looking at the caller ID

"Hey stud." His mother's voice playfully replied. "You want to go out and get some pizza with a smoking hottie?"

Sean couldn't tell where his mom's sudden playfulness came from but he didn't mind it. Thinking quickly he said, "No... I'd rather just skip the pleasantries all together and just take her home with me." He had expected his mom to give a 'Hardy Har' and stop joking after that, so he quite surprised with what came next.

"Ooo? You think you could handle her?" Heathers playful tone had taken on a new level of sultriness. "Well you better hope so buddy boy, because you're getting your wish."

Sean was becoming hard just by the sound of her almost seductive playfulness. He couldn't keep it up or he'd blow it. All he said was, "Hopefully. Anyway, what's the plan?"

"How about I pick up a pizza on the way home, you pick out a movie, and we'll enjoy each other's company in about... say an hour?" 

"Sounds good to me. Any idea's for the movie?" Sean asked.

"A movie you wouldn't mind watching with your mother I suppose." Heather said 

"Well in that case you can pick the movie when you're back and we'll order it."

"Sounds like a date." Heather said before she hung up. Both Heather and Sean smiled to themselves.

*********************

An hour later, Sean was flipping through the channels on the TV when Heather walked in the front door carrying a pizza. They both greeted each other with a casual "hey", trying not to let the anxiety in their voice creep out. Heather kicked off her shoes, walked into the kitchen, and put the pizza box on the counter. By the time she was opening the cabinets to get the plates Sean was walking in the room.

"Smells good, thanks for dinner." he said as he pulled a can of Coke out of the fridge. "How's Aunt Olivia, everything OK?" 

"Yep, everything's fine in her world. I just thought I go over a catch up for little." Heather tried to say casually. "She says hello. Also she wanted me to tell you she'll give you a call sometime soon." She handed one of the plates to Sean and headed back into the living room. Sean couldn't help but watch her ass move as he followed her. They both took a seat on the couch, and for a second, they both forgot their secret agendas and ate pizza together in what felt like a moment of normalcy. 

"So tell me handsome, what's the movie going to be?" Heather asked as she put her plate on the coffee table and picked up the remote control. 

"It's your show, so you tell me." Sean replied. "Something you're comfortable watching with your son I suppose." He couldn't help but smirk after using his mother's own words against her.

"OK." Heather said playfully. "But tonight you're my date, not my son, so why don't we watch a date movie. Either a romance or a horror. Hmmm..." she thought out loud. Sean had to keep his growing excitement under wraps in response to his mother's comment, so he tried his best to sound unenthusiastic about both. 

"Both sound lovely" he said sarcastically. Truthfully though, he was excited about where either could end up. 

"Well since you sound so enthused, we'll go with romance since I'm sure that's what you'd enjoy best." Heather surfed through the on-demand options for romance movies, until she finally settled on a newer movie that starred a middle aged actress and a young actor half her age. Coincidentally, the movie was about a man that falls in love with his fiancé's mother. Both Heather and Sean hid their excitement for the plot when reading the synopsis. Heather hit the play button and they sat in silence for the first few minutes of the movie, like two teenagers on their first date together. 

Heather finally broke the silence after a few minutes and asked, "So stud, you're not embarrassed having a date night with your old boring mom, are you?" She could hear the playful tease in her voice building on its own. 

"Are you kidding? I don't think you're old or boring at all! I actually think you're... " Sean said without thinking. He hadn't meant to sound so excited. He was a bit embarrassed about that actually. He toned it down to finish his comment. "...fun." he said. Heather actually laughed out loud a little at that and smiled.

"Just fun? Come on, be honest. Say what you were planning on saying... that you don't think I'm old and boring, but actually ancient and dreadfully boring." At this they both laughed a little uneasily. 

Sean wanted to be sincere, but he didn't know to way extent. "No, I don't mom. I think you're beautiful and interesting." he said. Even after trying to tone it down, it sounded genuine. He was too embarrassed to look away from the TV. Heather couldn't help but feel a jolt of happiness surge through her body. 

She wanted to keep the conversation playfully naughty though. She said, "I forgot that guys will say anything to get some." 

The conversation stayed flirtatious like this for about an hour, until the movie became increasingly sexual and a tension began filling the air. Both Heather and Sean we're highly turned on by the movie at this point, and Heather realized this was it, the chance to get her foot in the door. 

"I don't understand what it is about older women that make guys your age so attracted to them." Heather tried saying nonchalantly, all while she was secretly bubbling inside. "Can you shed any light on the subject?" she asked. 

"Ummm..." Sean started, already clearly uncomfortable. "I don't know. We just are I guess." His heart was beating a mile a minute. They both watched the TV screen as a actress in her 40's slowly leaned into the kiss of a man half her age. They both throbbed with nervousness and lust.

"I mean, just look at that guy. He's practically going to have a heart attack just by the anticipation of kissing her." she said. "Is it really like that sweetie? Is just kissing an older woman really that enthralling?" she asked, finally finding the courage to turn and look at her son. 

Sean briefly turned and made eye contact with his mother, but only for a few seconds, before he filled with embarrassment and nervousness and his cheeks blushed. "I um... I don't know. I've never kissed an older woman before." he said, now fully embarrassed. "But I'd ah, you know..." 

"Like to?" Heather asked before Sean could finish. 

"Ya" he replied dimly. 

Heather moved in closer to her son. Close enough they could feel each other's heart pounding. "Then do it. Kiss me. Find out if it's all you hope it is."

"But you're my mo...."

"Shhhh" Heather interrupted him quickly. "Tonight I'm just your date remember?"

They stared at each other for what felt like hours. They both knew what they wanted and what this would start. Lust surged through them like a static frequency that pulled them closer together. After a few second, Sean closed his eyes and leaned forward until he felt the softness of his mothers lips pressed against his own. Both Heather and Sean were engulfed by the sensuality of the moment, both lost in a maze of lust. Everything seemed like a catalyst to this very moment. Neither of them wanted to pull away from the warmth of the other's lips, but after ten seconds that felt more like ten hours, Heather pulled away to look at her son. She felt like her control was slipping away. 

"So... was it better? As exciting as you hoped for?" Heather asked her son. She thought it was funny hearing herself try and sound calm about it. She didn't want Sean to know about her feelings just yet.

"Mom... that was... that was..." Sean tried.

"...just a kiss sweetie. It was just a kiss." and with that she planted another quick kiss on his forehead and stood up. "I got to clean a few things up and grab a shower, so I hope you don't mind if I cut this date a little short." In reality though, she needed a little time to regain herself and think about what had happened, and Sean was too shocked to be upset about anything. Heather headed up the stairs and closed her bedroom door behind her.

************************ Sean heard the bedroom door close upstairs, but it wasn't until a few minutes later that he actually processed it. He was still sitting on the couch in a daze, unable to come to terms with what just happened. For a brief moment he considered the idea that it happened at all, but the lingering sensation of his mother's lips against his was too convincing. The moment starting seeming not as distant, and when Sean accepted it as reality, his head flushed with excitement and energetic bliss.

"Did that just happen? Is this happening?" he asked himself with an internal giddiness. He became aware that he was rock hard. "I must've been the whole time" he thought. Sexual energy pumped through him as he became more and more engulfed by what had just happened. He moved for the stairs without thinking or hesitation, and hurried up them two at a time.

Sean was in his bedroom with the door closed behind him before he knew it. He paced around his room with a wide smile on his face and running his hand through his hair. Thoughts and images ran through his head faster than he could follow them. He could see his mother face closing in on his again in his mind's eye. He thought about the new found playfulness that was quickly developing between them. It was all becoming too much. 

It wasn't long at all before he was on his bed masturbating. Imagies of his mother and the feeling of her their kiss surged through him. His fantasy world took hold behind closed eyes, and it was his mother's hand stroking him. He looked down into her eyes as she stroked him. Her face was full of seduction as he looked up at him. The image was crystal clear behind closed eyes. 

"Oooo ..." he moaned out loud, taken away by the fantasy playing in his imagination. "That's it mom, I'm so close. I'm gonna cum mom..." he moaned loudly, completely unaware and uncaring of his volume. He was engulfed by his lust, and quickly climaxed. He thought it was possible that he came harder than he had ever before. 

***********************

While Sean was running up the stairs and into his room, Heather was already pacing around her room just the same. She examined the moment chaotically, filled with the same excited, confused haze that overtook her son. She felt like a woman in transition, like a woman watching her own transformation from a far. 

She sat down at the foot of her bed and thought introspectively. "Is this really happening? Am I'm going to do this? I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't." she questioned herself. 

"But..." A lingering 'what-if' pulled at her, a prominent split in reasoning. Her rationality was succumbing to her emotions. 

"But... It... it feels amazing. I feel more turned on than I ever have." she thought. "I shouldn't... but I want to." She was high on lust. Heather sat on bed thinking about the kiss, thinking about what Olivia had said, thinking about how far she was willing to take this. The last thought was the pressing matter on her mind. 

Even through her domineering libido, she knew there were limits she couldn't ignore, limits that seemed to be underlying and predefined in her morality, as if they'd been there all along. Her rationality become more primitive, and although she didn't acknowledge having ever set them, she was aware of barriers that were set. Despite this instinctual feeling, she had no idea where these limits lied. As she sat contemplating the prominence on the moment, she heard her son's voice his bedroom next door. She quickly stood up, leaning against the wall between the rooms and listening closely. 

As Heather clearly heard her son moaning "I'm gonna cum mom" clarity seemed to fall on her. She knew Sean wanted her, and she'd come to terms with the fact she wanted him. Right then and there, listening to her son moan for her as he masturbated, she decided she would go for it. She wouldn't take it as far as Olivia suggested, she couldn't she thought, but she decided she wouldn't ignore the attraction between the two of them. She was turned on by the thought of this. Her thirst for taboo was growing. 

Heather knew what she wanted, and she knew she wanted it soon. She decided if she was going to find out her limits, she wouldn't hesitate. She planted the seed between herself and her son, and she knew it wouldn't take much for it to grow. As Sean grew silent on the other side of the wall, a smile came across her face. She knew that very soon things would very different. 

************************

It was a couple hours after their kiss before either Sean or Heather came out of their room. After Sean masturbated, he surfed the internet and wrote for a few hours while in the room next door Heather took her time getting a long shower. It wasn't until Sean started to feel a bit anxious that he finally decided to go down stairs and evaluate the situation. 

When he was down there, he realized his mother was still in her room, so he wandered around the first floor aimlessly for a while before sitting down in the living room. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels uninterested. Late night talk shows and news channels passed on and off the screen rhythmically as Sean sat, still trying to process the evening.

He had figured his mother had just gone to bed for the night, so we was surprised at the sound of her bedroom door opening upstairs. He could hear her quiet footsteps as she walked down the stairs. His heart started racing immediately and the sexually energy he experienced earlier filled him again. He wanted to seem casual though, so he didn't turn around to look at his mother coming down the steps. Instead he seemed try to seem unfazed by it.

"Hey babe" Heather said, sounding forcefully casual herself. She was just as nervous and anxious as her son, and also like him, she wanted to act as if everything were completely normal. 

"Hey..." he said, still not looking away from the TV. "...thought you went to bed."

He heard her reach the living room Sean, looked to his left, and watched his mother walk into the kitchen. She was wearing sweat pants and a tank top and her hair was wet and in a pony tail. He loved the outline of her body and imagined what it would feel like to hold her tightly by the hips. 

"Nope, just decided to relax for a little while. What are you up to?" Heather asked warmly. Like earlier, she could feel her son's eyes on her as she stood at the kitchen counter. She didn't have any idea what she was doing, but her actions were taking on their life. She opened the cabinet and spent her timing reaching up on her tip toes for a glass. She liked the feeling, or at least the thought of her son's eyes staring at her ass. 

"Nothing, trying to enjoy my Friday night." he said. "...Even though my date ditched me." He didn't plan to say this last part, nor did he know where he was going with it. 

Heather felt a jolt of electricity shoot down her spine. "Any luck?" she asked slyly. She finally pretended to be able to reach the wine glass she was aiming for. She opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of white wine, and poured herself a glass. Sean turned his attention back to the TV a second too late, and Heather just caught her son's eyes darting away from her. She still could hardly believe that Sean was so attracted to her in the first place.

"I suppose so... as much as you can enjoy such an uneventful night." Sean said. In his peripherals, he saw his mom walking in from the kitchen. She came in and took a seat on the couch next to Sean, tucking her legs up under herself. She took a sip of her wine and reached for the remote control on the table. 

"Uneventful? You got a kiss on the first date tonight." she said nonchalantly. She flipped through the channels unconcerned with whether or not Sean was watching something. She knew he wasn't. 

"You're a funny one" he said playfully. "A pretend date with your inexplicably flirtatious mother hardly counts." He heard his own cleverness and couldn't help a brief smirk. Heather found her son's word play amusing as well, and their playful banter heated up. 

"Inexplicably flirtatious" she repeated half laughing. "Like it bothers you at all. Your smile was a mile wide after our little kiss" Both she and her son lit up at the sound of her saying 'our kiss', even though neither knew of each other's excitement. Heather knew she didn't have any intentions to stop her pursuit, but she hadn't yet figured out how much or how quickly she would let on to her son. 

Sean couldn't deny her claim. "Nope doesn't bother me at all. I just don't think it counts as a real a date, a little peck or not." 

"O no?" asked Heather. "Then I guess you wouldn't be too embarrassed to take your old boring mother out tomorrow night... on a proper date." She turned and looked over her wine glass towards Sean as she took a sip. 

Sean returned her gaze and he suddenly appeared more serious than before. "Mom, I don't think you're old or boring at all. You're perfect." He suddenly heard the sincerity in his voice and became slightly embarrassed. He turned back to towards the TV blushing slightly. He hadn't intended to veer away from the playful flirtatiousness they were speaking to each other in. 

Heather wanted to be honest and tell her son how happy that made her, but she played her role well. "Well then, it's a date. If you don't have any plans, you can take me out tomorrow night and we'll do whatever you like." 

"Whatever?"

"Whatever" she repeated. 

"All right, deal." Sean said. He wasn't able to keep the excitement out of his voice completely, and Heather knew how much he much reeling inside. "I'm going to figure out something much more entertaining than the generic dinner and a movie date. You'll see." 

"I hope so buddy boy" she said before taking the last sip of her wine. She put the empty glass on the coffee table. "Now... about that 'little peck...'"

Sean almost froze when he heard her say this and his heartbeat felt like it doubled. He didn't know what to say or if anything at all. In his shorts he could feel his dick growing harder with each throb that pulsed through it. His mind took on it familiar pace of 1000 miles an hour.

Sean couldn't believe what he was seeing as his mother got up and stood right in front of him. He looked up at her as she stood looking down at him, and their eyes seemed instantly glued to one another. His heart beat so hard it threatened to jump out of his chest. He took in the sight of his mother standing in front of him. Her grey sweatpants and white tank top hugged her curves and Sean could easily tell she didn't have a bra on. He couldn't believe how firm and full her breasts still were. She has the body of a girl my age Sean thought to himself. But the face of a sensual and loving mother. He studied her beautiful hair pulled back in a pony tail. 

Heather moved forward putting her hand on Sean's shoulder. She spoke much more seductively than before when she said, "We wouldn't want you thinking your date was some kind of prude, would we?" She now put both her hands of his shoulders put her knees on both sides of Sean's lap. As she sat down on her son's lap, she could immediately feel his throbbing dick under her crotch. Immediately she shuttered and felt herself almost dripping with sudden wetness

Sean couldn't believe what was going on, as if their earlier kiss hadn't happened and all this was completely new. One second his mother was sitting next to him on the couch drinking wine, and the next she's straddling his lap. They playfulness left his voice as he spoke like someone quite nervous. 




Metamorphosis Ch. 04



"Mom... I was... I was just kidding when I..." was as far as he got before his mother interrupted him. 

"Shhhhhhh" she said soothingly. She continued staring at her son and put her finger on his lips. He noticed their softness against her finger. "How's this?" she asked as she pulled her finger away. 

Both Heather and Sean closed their eyes as they felt their lips meet. Neither of them knew exactly how they got here, but both were equally engulfed by the enormity of the moment. They seemed to be temporarily excused from the rules of time and space, and for a moment it seemed the world was turning around them. They lost themselves in each other. At first neither or them moved, again gripped by the improbability of the kiss. After what felt like eons, although only a few seconds, the idea of anything being 'wrong' or 'taboo' had escaped both of them. Without even using words, they were in agreement with each other about how right it felt.

Heather took the hand that had just been pressing a finger against Sean's lips, and put it behind her son's neck. Sean put his hand against his mother's cheek without thinking. Their lips began moving in sync, rhythmically opening and closing in unison. The gripped each other more and more passionately as the kiss became more prominent. It grew exponentially more sensual, and after a few moments, Heather parted her mouth wide and slipped her tongue against her son's. At the sensation of their tongues meeting, they each let out a soft moan that escaped from between their lips. It was if they'd planned on it, and it rang from each of them at the same time.

Heather seemed to be feeding off her son's attraction for her. She knew he dreamed of having her. She knew this was wrong and that people wouldn't understand, and the more she thought about it, the more it turned her on. She wanted this kiss. Her whole life she played things safe, and now, for the first time, she was enthralled by the idea of doing what she shouldn't. 

Sean was beyond the point of thought though. He had been delivered to a place more simple, not defined or restricted by the analytical-self. He was far beyond reasoning, in a place ruled simply by his instincts. He knew only what he felt, only that that moment felt warm and whole and complete. It felt right. 

The moment seemed to stretch into hours, but in reality they kissed for a few minutes. Their tongues moved in and out of each other's mouths fiercely, like two teenagers exploring their first French kiss. Heather was completely unaware of her gently rocking back and forth. She hadn't noticed herself softly grinding her crotch back and forth across Sean's lap as she kissed him. Sean was quite aware of this though. He felt the warmness between his mother's legs rubbing against his erection and it breath taking. I'm actually gonna cum if she doesn't stop he thought to himself, and if her sweat pants had been slightly thinner, he'd have felt her wetness and would have already let loose. 

Eventually, Heather realized if she didn't stop now, she might push it too far, too fast. She wanted all this, sure, but she wanted to work towards it. She wanted to string Sean along gradually, and if she didn't slow down, she thought she might abandon her own plan. She pulled her lips away from her son's. She kept her face close though, and her hand still grasped his neck. She wanted to tell him how much she enjoyed their kiss, and that it was only the start, but of course she couldn't yet. She tried maintaining her playful tone from before.

"There... that should make up for the little 'peck' earlier. I don't want to seem like an easy first date, but I can't have you thinking your date's a prude either." She told Sean staring into his eyes. For a moment they just stared at each other until the silence between them became heavier. Sean wanted to say something... anything. He wanted to tell her exactly how turned on he was, or thankful for the kiss, or anything at all... but he couldn't find any words. Finally Heather broke the silence between them.

She leaned in against her son's neck, until her lips were almost touching his ear. On the other side of his head, she curled her fingers closed and grabbed his hair. "Can't wait for our 'real' date tomorrow" she whispered. When she spoke Sean could feel her lips brushing against his ear, and her warm breath seemed to travel through his ear and down his spine like a wave of electricity. He literally shivered at the feel of his mother's whispering in his ear. When she finished her statement, she gently bit Sean's ear lobe. Her teeth were replaced by her closing lips and wet tongue and Sean almost came as he felt his mother nibbling his ear lobe. 

"See you then" she said seductively as she stood up and got off Sean's lap. She didn't have to look down to see the tent in Sean's shorts, it was big enough to see in her peripheral vision. She turned and walked around the couch and headed towards the stairs. She dragged her hand softly across Sean's shoulders as she passed. It was a final embrace for the night, a simple and conclusive gesture that summarized the entire night. 

"Goodnight sweetie" Heather warmly said from the top of the steps. Sean couldn't see the wide, devilish grin on her face. 

"Goodnight mom." He intended to say, but it came out a mumbled whisper only he could hear.

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Sean didn't wait until he was in the familiarity of his room. He didn't worry there a chance he could get caught. He was too shocked for reasoning and too drunk on lust to notice its absence. He reached down into his shorts, and took out his throbbing dick. If he was almost able to come without any direct touch, he knew it would take almost nothing to climax. He closed his eyes and moved his hand slowly up his shaft.

He could see his mother's face only inches away again. He could feel her rocking back and forth against his lap. "Cum for me Baby... cum hard for me." he heard his mother say in his imagination. "Mommmm" he quietly moaned out loud to the fantasy. "That's right sweetie, come for mommy" his mother said behind his closed eyes. That was all it took, and after only 20 or 30 seconds, Sean came so hard it surprised him. His first pump shot out and landed on the floor in front of the TV. The second and third flew just as far across the room. He leaned back and kept his eyes closed. Nothing seemed real. 

Upstairs, Heather had rushed into her room, flinging herself down on the bed face first. She bite her blanket hard between her teeth, and clenched her jaw. Through her clenched teeth, she let out a primitive moan into the blanket. Although muffled, her moan climbed into a scream she couldn't resist. She unclenched her teeth on the blanket and turned over on to her back without opening her eyes. Her breathing had become heavier as she reached down and slid off her sweatpants. She slide her hand down her stomach until it brushed her clit. She took a deep breath in what sounded like a whimper. 

She was soaking wet, and as soon as she touched her clit, her legs began shaking. She pushed her hips up and down off the bed as her whole body began trembling. It took everything in her to not scream loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Her legs shook more and more, and finally, after only minute, she moaned loudly and reached her climax. For only the second time in her entire life, warm fluid squirted forcefully from her pussy. The first squirt was so hard it flew across the room, some of it hitting the mirror on her dresser. The second and third squirt covered her bed and her legs. She didn't worry about soaking her bed or whether or not she did the right thing. In fact, Heather didn't worry about anything. Soon after her orgasm she slipped into a welcoming sleep. Downstairs Sean had done the same. 



Metamorphosis Ch. 04



Welcome back! Unfortunately, we're still sex-less, but I promise it'll be good when it gets here. I'm working on the story, I promise, and I'll upload more when I get it written. I had a bit of trouble writing this chapter, but I'm getting back in the groove of writing, so the next chapter shouldn't take so long to get out. Any comments you have are welcome. Enjoy!

Xayna

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"Xayna, wake up. Oh, bother. Will this even wake you up?" I grumbled and shifted into a new position, burying my head farther under the blankets. I heard audible muttering and a hand pushed me back and forth, jostling me awake.

"Fine!" I grumbled. "Fine. I'm awake. Let go." Thankfully, the hand let go of me.

I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I looked up and saw Kira standing in front of me, wearing different clothes than she had been yesterday. Her red hair hung freely around her shoulders and her mouth was curled into a large smile.

"Good, now get up. If you sleep too much now, you won't sleep tonight." I yawned and stretched, pushing my arms above my head and curling my toes. "I'm going to teach you a little bit about how to talk out loud and I'm going to take your measurements so that we can sew you some clothes."

"What are measurements?" I asked groggily. "And what is sewing?"

"Sewing is how we make clothes. Measurements are, uh." Kira paused. "Measurements are how we tell what size things are. If you measure something, you're seeing how big or small it is."

"Oh," I said, somewhat confused.

Kira moved her head side to side. "It'll be easier to explain when I show you," she said. "Now, get up."

I slowly stood up, stretching again. She scrunched her nose at me and looked at me strangely. "You stink," she grumbled with amusement.

"I what?"

"You stink. You smell bad. You need a bath," she explained. I cocked my head to the side in confusion. "Baths are how you clean yourself. You did have to clean yourself as a dragon, right?"

"Yes, but only if I rolled in a pit of mud or something. I'd go down to the lake and then rub myself in grass or against the leaves of trees." I thought for a moment. "I didn't clean myself very often."

"As a human, you have to bathe often. I'll show you how to run a bath." She turned and walked away, going into a room down the hall. I followed behind her, my weight causing the wooden floor to creak.

I stopped just inside the door and looked around curiously. The room was longer than it was wide and an array of odd-looking objects were scattered about. "What is all of this?" I asked, moving around and touching various things.

"What you're touching now is a washbasin," she informed me. I ran my hand around the cream colored bowl. "You put water in it and wash your hands or your face."

I looked around the room. "Where's the water?" I asked confusedly.

"I use magic to bring it through this pipe." She gestured to a tall, metal device that was curved at the top to point down into a bowl large enough for me to sit in. I stared at her, dumbfounded.

"You can use magic?" I was awed, surprised, and disgruntled. How could humans use magic at will when dragons, who were obviously far superior, could only use magic when Telesia allowed it?

Kira giggled and said a few words out loud. They had a lilting, musical feel to them. A few moments later, water ran from the pipe into the large bowl. "Yes," she replied, smiling. "I take it that you can't, though?"

"Well, no, not really," I said slowly. "No, we only get to use magic when Telesia, the patron spirit of magic and reproduction, allows us to. Other than when we breathe fire or smoke, we only get to use magic when we gather together to give thanks to Telesia."

"That's strange," Kira muttered thoughtfully, staring absently at the empty washbasin. "We can use our magic any time we want. I suppose that will be on the list of things to teach you." She snapped out of her reverie and looked me up and down. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She then took me by the hand and pulled me away from the sink. "Take off your clothes."

I stood and looked at her curiously. "I thought humans didn't like to see each other naked."

She briefly covered her mouth with her hand and laughed. "Yes, that's true, but you can't get clean with your clothes on, so take them off."

I looked at her skeptically, but began to undress. While I was stripping down, she said a few words and stopped the water. After we were both finished, we stood in silence for a few moments. I was cold and the tips of the fleshy mounds on my chest crinkled up and hardened.

"Okay, you can get in now." Kira said, finally turning to look at me. She froze. She stared at my naked body, her gaze traveling everywhere with an odd expression on her face. I self-consciously moved to the bath and I saw Kira shake her head before turning away to mess with something beside the tub. I lifted my leg over and made sure I had good balance before I put my other leg in. I stood still, wondering what happened next.

Kira looked up at me and laughed. Her face was pink but her smile was infectious. "What? You told me to get in the bath." I figured that I must have been doing something wrong because she covered her mouth and giggled again.

"You sit in it," she told me. "So the water gets all over your body." Kira's eyes roamed over my body as I sat down, her face becoming pinker when I caught her looking.

"What do I do now?" I didn't how this would get me clean. There was no grass or trees for me to wipe myself on.

Kira held up a white block that looked whittled down at the edges. "You scrub yourself with this. It's a bar of soap. It will get all of the dirt and stuff off of you." I took the soap and stared at it mutely.

I looked up at Kira to find she was suppressing a smile. She slowly stood up and took off her shirt and bra. I looked unabashedly at her half-naked body. She was very curvy and the mounds on her chest looked bigger than mine. At the tips, she had dark circles with long, hard things sticking off the end. She stepped forward and took the bar of soap out of my hand.

"Here, you do it like this." She dipped the soap in the water and began rubbing the bar across my skin. She started with my chest and shoulders, naming off what she was washing as she went. She gently pushed me forward so she could reach my back and she massaged my muscles as she cleaned me. I found myself relaxing under her touch and I closed my eyes so I could savor the sensation. She splashed water onto my back before pulling me so I leaned against the tub. Then, she began washing my stomach.

She made giant swoops over my belly, still naming everything she touched. She paused for a moment before running the bar of soap gently against my breasts. At first, the contact was barely noticeable, but she grew bolder and soon was rubbing the slippery bar in circles on my chest. Her voice got deeper and huskier as she became emboldened and started washing my breasts in earnest. I watched as she rubbed the bar across the soft expanses of my chest and over my light pink nipples. They became hard at the slight contact and I had to suppress a shiver as she rubbed her free hand over my other breast in soft circles. She ran one finger across my soapy nipple and I looked into her face. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes were glued to my body. I looked back down as I felt her pinch my nipple between two fingers. I gasped and moaned at the sensation that traveled from my chest straight down to the junction between my thighs. That seemed to wake Kira up a bit and she quickly moved her hands from my boobs.

She worked her way down my legs and onto my feet, avoiding the aching spot in between my legs. She quickly washed my pussy, being gentle and thorough without alleviating the burning sensation that was slowly consuming my whole body. I wanted her to touch me. Since she wouldn't touch me, I reached down to touch myself but she caught my hand.

"Not now," she said, her voice husky and soft. She shook her head back and forth before standing up. She grabbed a towel and wiped off her hands and her forearms. "Stand up and dry off with this. You rub it over your body and it will soak up the moisture."

She turned away from me and began to put her clothes back on. She was wearing brown breeches that hung straight down from her curvy rear to her feet. They stopped a couple of inches above the ground, exposing her bare toes. Her shirt was dark blue and sleeveless and it clung tightly to her stomach and chest so I could see every curve. She ran her hand through her red hair and then handed me a fresh set of clothes to put on.

I quickly put on a black, supportive bra that didn't cover much of my breasts. It was a bit too big, but I didn't complain. The panties were plain and red, covering most of my ass, but hanging low over my mound. My pants, like hers, were dark brown, but unlike her my shirt was bright red and had short sleeves that barely covered my shoulders.

When I was finished, she nodded and smiled. "Let's go downstairs and get some food, shall we?" Her voice was bright and cheerful and she had plastered a carefree smile on her face. She turned and led me out of the bathroom and down into the kitchen.

She talked ceaselessly as she began cooking but I wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying. I was more concerned with what she was doing. She moved quickly and efficiently, as though she had practiced these exact moves a countless number of times. She sometimes faltered, though, as though something she said had caught her off guard. She also refused to look at me. She faced forward the entire time she was preparing our food. Once she was finished and had divvied everything up, she paused and took a deep breath. Then, still trying to avoid looking at me, she placed the food in front of and across from me and sat down.

"Go ahead and eat," she murmured. "It might be hot, though, so be careful." I slowly began eating, but I didn't taste my food. I kept my eyes locked on her as much as I possibly could. She kept her eyes down through the entire meal and didn't say a word. 

When I had cleared the food off of my plate, I pushed it forward and sat back in my chair, crossing my arms. "Kira," I said forcefully. "Look at me." She slowly raised her eyes, a panicked look on her face. I leaned forward and reached across the table to hold her hand. She flinched when I touched her and pulled away. I didn't try to touch her again, but I left my hand where it was. "What's going on?" I asked seriously. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," she stuttered. "Nothing at all." She averted her eyes but I was having none of it.

"No, look at me." She looked back into my eyes and I nodded. "It's okay," I said, my voice softening. "Whatever it is. Just tell me what's wrong."

She glanced down briefly before bringing her eyes back to mine. "It's just... Don't mention what happened today in your bath to anyone, all right?" She spoke quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "That wasn't supposed to happen and it won't happen again." She looked away again with an expression on her face that I was unfamiliar with.

I leaned back in my chair again and watched her silently for a moment. "Okay," I said, nodding. "I won't tell anyone." I didn't understand what happened that was wrong, but I assumed it had something to do with her touching my breasts. Sadness washed over me; I really liked her touching me. Oh well, I thought. I'll just have to touch myself when I get a moment alone.

She nodded slowly and took our plates back over to another washbasin. She said a few words and water came up from a small pipe that arched over the bowl. She quickly cleaned our plates and silverware, placing them back in the cupboards she got them from. 

"Okay," she said, turning to me once more with a bright smile back on her face. "It's time to work."

The next few hours flew by. First, Kira started talking to me both verbally and through our Link. Then, she'd speak a sentence verbally and ask me what she said. It took a while, but eventually I was able to equate most of the sounds with the words in my head. After that, she tried to get me to make a few sounds with my mouth, but my lips were like lead and my tongue was incapable of making such precise movements.

Eventually, I gave up and Kira pulled me into another room, this one full of cloth and other bits and pieces. She pulled out a coiled piece of cloth with odd looking lines and squiggles on it. She had me stand with my legs hip width apart and my arms lifted up and extended.

"This is measuring," she informed, me, wrapping the stiff cloth around my body in several different places. She then took a stick of wood and a piece of something square, thin, and white and made more lines and squiggles on it. She then showed me the cloth she was using. "These lines show me how much material I'm going to need to make your clothes." I nodded, understanding a little bit.

We spent the next few minutes in silence. The only time either one of us spoke is when she had me move this way or that. Once we were done, we went back out to the kitchen and got glasses of apple juice, a sweet drink apparently made from a fruit.

We were sitting in the living room, sipping our juice and talking when Patra came bustling through the front door holding a basket full of jars and cloths. Moisture was running down her face and her clothes had been all but soaked through.

I stood up and looked at her with worry. "Are you okay?" I threw the question at her with more intensity than I meant to. She jumped and stared at me with wide eyes. "Oh! I'm sorry," I said more calmly. I moved slowly toward her, not making any sudden movements. She remained firmly placed just inside the door. "I'm concerned for your well-being and was more forceful than I meant to be. I'm not angry and I'm not going to hurt you."

Her eyes slowly fell back into a more casual position and she loosened up enough to give me a halfhearted smile. "Yes, I'm fine, dear. Why would you think something is wrong?"

"You're leaking moisture." I was now close enough to reach up and touch her face. I ran my finger along the top of her brow and looked down at my now-wet fingertip.

Patra laughed and I looked up at her with curiosity. "I'm just sweating," she informed me. "That happens when we get too warm or are working hard. It cools us down."

I looked back down at my finger and put it under my nose. It didn't smell like anything so I put it to my mouth. I licked the sweat off and marveled at the taste. It was slightly bitter and I stored that information for some time when I'd need it.

"Oh, eew," Kira muttered out loud. "That's just gross."

"It's really not so bad." I replied, turning toward where she was sitting in the living room. "I mean, I wouldn't want to drink a cup of it, but it would be good to use for seasoning."

Patra burst out laughing and Kira looked at me as though I was crazy. "That is one of the most disgusting things I have ever heard." Patra continued to laugh and I turned to see that she had put her basket down and was doubled over with her hands on her knees.

"You, child, are more than I can handle." She looked at me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Using sweat for seasoning. Hah!" She chuckled as she bent to pick up her basket.

"I'm going to put my things away. Mrs. Nessle finally had her baby today and getting that little sucker out was as difficult as her pregnancy has been." She threw her free hand in the air. "I don't know what it is about the women in that family, but they cannot have easy deliveries." She walked back toward the kitchen, muttering about pregnancies and babies.

Kira stood and stretched her arms out. "Okay, it's time to go outside and get some exercise. Sun's going to be going down in a bit, but I can show you some of the forest outside of town."

I nodded enthusiastically. I loved being out in nature. There was so much to see and so many things to eat.

We deposited our empty glasses in the kitchen and I followed Kira out the back door. I looked around in wonder at all the things humans had built. "Wow," I murmured. All around were tall buildings and people milling around. Once the villagers caught sight of me, they would stop and stare. The buzz of the town slowly faded into a muted whisper.

"Come on," Kira muttered, pulling on my hand. "We'll deal with them later." She pulled me away from the people and toward the edge of town. When we had passed the last building, Kira dropped my hand. "Stupid, nosy, ignorant buggers. They need to mind their own business and stop talking like bloody morons."

I raised my eyebrows. "It's natural to be curious, Kira." I said conversationally. "I mean, I was a dragon and when I came into town, I was dropped off by a dragon, which they've never seen before. Not to mention the fact that I was very weak and almost sick."

She turned to me. "Yeah, but you haven't heard what they've been saying. My family has talked with you and they understand, but the villagers think you're some sort of demon. They think you're just here to torture and kill us all." She threw up her hands and then put them on her hips. "It's bloody ignorant is what it is. But will they listen to us? No. They just mutter to each other and make the whole thing sound worse than it really is." Kira had fire in her green eyes and I moved forward to put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, really," I said soothingly. "I'm not worried about it. For months now, I've been the talk of the construct, so I'm used to people staring. Granted, dragons can't whisper, so that's a bit unnerving, but their talking doesn't phase me. You shouldn't let it bother you, either."

Kira looked at me uncertainly. "I guess. They really should get to know you before they judge you like that, though."

"We haven't given them a chance to get to know me yet. I know it'll take a while, but we could start out simply. Have some people over for dinner and let them see that I'm harmless." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I suppose that could work. I'll talk to Mamma and Papa about it." She looked at the sky which was glowing bright orange. "Come on, we should get going before it gets too dark." I smiled and followed as Kira turned and headed out to the woods.

Walking in the dense timber was a test of my dexterity. I had gotten used to walking and was able to balance normally, but watching where I stepped and trying not to fall was extremely difficult. Kira was kind enough to hold back laughter when I tried to jump over a small stream of water and fell in instead. I managed to land on my hands and knees, though, so I wasn't completely drenched.

We walked for what seemed like an eternity before we finally reached a clearing. The absence of trees was rather shocking after having spent a good deal of time surrounded by a dense forest. The grass was yellow and it swayed around my knees.

The clearing was perfectly round and big enough for two full grown dragons to lie in comfortably. To our left were a cluster of stones fashioned into a bench of sorts. Cutting through the tall grass across the clearing from us was a small stream with a simple but beautiful stone bridge arching over it.

"We have to leave," Kira said quietly, breaking the silence. "But I wanted to show you this was here. For my tenth birthday, my father and a few of the men from town pulled the stones in to make the bench and constructed the bridge for me. Sometimes I come out here with a journal and write for hours. It's peaceful and relaxing."

I turned to look at my companion. She was watching the empty patch of land with a look of peaceful fondness on her face. I smiled and looked back at the land, appreciating its beauty.

Beside me, my partner straightened up and turned to me. "Okay," she said a bit more loudly. "We should be getting back. It's going to be dark soon and you're going to want to get out of those clothes."




Metamorphosis Ch. 04



I nodded with a slight smile and followed behind her. We managed to make it back to the house just as the reddish orange glow left the sky.

"Just in time!" Patra said as we entered through the back door. She was standing at the stove, stirring something in a pot. "I was wondering if you were going to make it for supper." She turned to look at us and a large smile graced her lips. "I see you two went for a walk in the forest."

Kira giggled softly and I smiled. "Yes, well, Xayna still isn't quite used to being a human, I don't think." I nodded as my grin got bigger.

"Dragons have no need to be so precise except when we're in the air," I informed them. "And even then we don't need to pay attention to that kind of detail."

Patra smiled and shooed us away. "Go get cleaned up for dinner. I don't want you tracking mud all over my house."

"Yes, Mamma," Kira replied, leading me back upstairs. "We'll be back down in a few minutes."

When we got upstairs, we walked right passed the room I slept in. Three doors later, we took a right into another bedroom. On the bed was a colorful blanket and small trinkets decorated the room. Kira moved over to a chest of drawers and began sifting through the clothes.

"Well," she said expectantly, pausing to look at me. "Aren't you going to get undressed?"

I closed the door behind me and began to strip. Even my panties were completely soaked and Kira had to give me a new pair. The outfit was much the same except the breeches were black instead of brown and they hugged my ass snugly. Kira looked me up and down with a small smile on her face, before she shook her head and gathered up my clothes, throwing them unceremoniously into a basket in the corner of the room. "Okay, time for dinner," she said, ushering me out of the room.

In the kitchen Patra was dishing out the food and Kamden had appeared at the table. He smiled handsomely at me when we entered the room. "Good evening, ladies. How was your day?"

"It went really well, Papa," Kira said, leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Xayna is learning how to speak a little." She glanced back at me and let out a small giggle. "Or rather, she's learning to understand us when we talk out loud." Kira switched to using her voice. "She's getting good at understanding our speech but she's not so good at talking yet."

I giggled a bit this time, remembering all of my mishaps from earlier. "Yeah, I'm getting there, but it may take a while."

Kamden nodded sagely. "It will be difficult since you've never spoken before," he said, taking the cue from Kira and speaking out loud. "It's good that you're able to understand us, though. That's progress, for sure."

I nodded proudly, having understood everything he said. He motioned for us to take a seat and we did, sitting in the two chairs opposite him. Patra laid the food out on the table and sat down with us. They all began eating and I followed suit.

"I placed a big order today at the store," Kamden said. "Darren Hurst wanted some paint and canvas for his daughter. Apparently she's a fantastic artist. His wife ordered sewing needles, thread, material for clothes, yarn, and new knitting needles. They wanted to pay up front, but I won't let them until their order gets here and is complete."

"That's probably a good idea, dear," Patra said between bites. I listened with interest as they talked of what happened that day. Patra described Mrs. Nessle's complicated delivery and Kamden talked about Johnny, the blacksmith's son, losing control of his horse and galloping all across town until a group of men was able to corner them in a barn and get him down safely.

For the most part, I didn't understand what they were talking about but I enjoyed listening to them talk. At some point, the conversation turned to Kira and I and how my lesson went. I noted with interest that Kira completely omitted the bath, but I didn't say anything.

After dinner was cleaned up, we all made our way back to the living room where Kamden picked up an odd looking wooden object. It had a wide, curved body with a hole in it. Across the hole and going up a long, straight piece of wood were strings that curled around pegs at the top. I looked at him curiously as he began plucking strings and making noise come from it. "It's a guitar," he said in way of explanation. "I use it to play music."

He adjusted several strings so that they changed pitch until he was finally satisfied. "Kira, would you mind accompanying me?" he asked, beginning to play a lilting melody that reminded me of rolling fields of green grass.

"Of course, Papa." Kira cleared her throat and began to sing along. I was too lost in the clear beauty of her voice to pay attention to the words. Her voice weaved in and out of the notes that her father was playing that caused unidentifiable emotion to fill my chest, not unlike when I was singled out by Telesia.

The song rose and fell and I found myself sitting on the edge of my seat. My eyes had drifted closed and I was completely lost in the music. When the song ended, I slowly opened my eyes.

"Wow," I said after a moment of silence. "That is beautiful." Kamden grinned and Kira blushed prettily.

"Oh, it's nothing, really," Kira said in embarrassment.

"It's not nothing dear," Patra said, smiling at us. "She's really quite the singer, isn't she?"

I nodded. "Will you sing another one?" I requested hopefully.

"Of course," Kamden replied, not giving Kira time to object. He began playing, this time a more somber, darker song.

When Kira began singing, it sent chills down my spine. I listened with interest and when the song ended, I begged for another one. After an hour and a half of playing and singing, I had to stifle yet another yawn and Kamden bowed out of the musical performance, claiming that he needed his sleep. Kira agreed and before long, I was curled comfortably in the bed and sleeping soundly.



Metamorphosis Ch. 04



She was still so wet from him. 

Still so full of him. 

Finally, only after my own face was thoroughly covered with my saliva, her moisture, and his, did she finally pull at my hair. 

"Now." 

"Get on me, now." 

"Put it in me, now."

"I won't ever go out with Paul again" she said the next morning as we showered together. "I want to feel sexy, not cheap. Are you mad at me?" 

I assured her I was not. I also assured her she should be treated a lot better than Paul treated her. 

That evening we found a message from Paul on her line's answering machine. 

"Hi, Babe. Look, I'm free for next weekend. I'm going to Atlantic City with some buddies. Come with us. I want to show you off and show you some other things you might like. I'll pick you up Saturday morning, and get you home Sunday night. There'll just be me, two other guys, and you. We'll all have a good time. Give me a call!" 

Talk about assumptions! 

I listened as she called him at his office. No, there'd be no Atlantic City with him, no, there'd be no other dates wth him. "Paul, I didn't feel good about how we did what we did." 

"Say, just what is it you have against black men?" 

I wouldn't have believed it if I had not heard her say it. "Damn it, Paul, we had sex already, remember?! That's as much proof as you can get that I have no problems with black men, I do however have a whole lot of problems with the way you expect me to go away with you and some other guys." 

He interrupted: "Yeah? Well you just wanted a notch in your belt for fucking a black -" and she hung up on him. 

"If this is what it means to date, I don't want to do it any more.



Metamorphosis Ch. 05



I reminded her of how nice Phil had been at their dinner-date. 

"Oh yeah" she said. "I do have that date on Saturday with him." 

By the weekend the abrasions on her face and her breasts, caused by Paul's beard, were pretty much gone, she felt better about that. 

Phil, mild mannered, funny, nerdy Phil, sounded very safe - probably, we both thought, not right for what Tina was looking for. But, dinner at Marybells was fun, she remembered, and another dinner out with a man who could be "charming, at times" - in her words, would be ok.. 

"There's more to him than you'd think" was how she remembered him. "First, he looks like he's really in condition - his clothes hardly fit him, he's so big. And, he's really cute, and funny. I think I do want to go out with him, you know?" 

It was hard to remember that her first date with him was only a couple of days earlier - the Paul disaster had come and gone since then! 

Sure enough, the special phone rang that evening, and sure enough, it was Phil. Tina told me to listen in: well, us voyeurs do that stuff, don't we? 

Yes, they decided, their first date was fun, they both had had a good time and wanted to do it again. 

"I'm sorry that you're going to be leaving Long Island" he said, because I'd like to get to know you better." She hadn't told me she went that deep into her story with him. 

"Anyhow", he continued, "where would you like to go Saturday? You name it. We could go to my place instead of us going out," he proposed. "I'll cook you a real gourmet dinner." 

That was almost an out and out proposition! Maybe there's more to this Phil guy than I thought.

Tina smiled at me, paused a moment, then responded. 

"No, Phil, I don't want to go to your place so soon. I wouldn't feel comfortable." Of course not, how could her dear husband watch? "I would like to see you, though." 

That was offering him something, anyway. 

"Tell you what: why don't you come over here, instead. We can go out for Chinese. Let's keep it really casual. . . " 

And the plans for Saturday were confirmed! 

The next day, Tina talked all about the informal evening she wanted with Phil, and chose to wear a set of sweats over some pretty lace panties and bra. When he rang the bell, Tina was ready to go - he never even got inside. I never got to see him. But all of that changed about hour and a half later, when they came back. 

He was, as Tina told me "A big strong smart man." Well, the "smart" I had to take on faith, for now. 

The monitors were on and all systems GO. Houston, we're ready for launch.

The door opened, Tina led the way in, then he followed. Good grief, he really *was* big - not really tall, but wide shouldered. I saw what she meant when she said he looked strong. 

She directed him over to the sofa, and went for refreshments. She got some wine for herself - "Water for me", he said, "like I told you at dinner, I'm in training." 

He got his water, she kicked off her sneakers and socks, and curled up there beside him, sort of sitting on her legs the way young kids do. 

He reached for her, but she interrupted that with a question. 

"So tell me more about competing in bodybuilding, Phil." 

He sat back. 

"OK. I love it: it's a great sport!" 

"What's it like?" 

"Well, we pose and we show off specific muscle groups, and mostly try to impress the judges. 

"How?" 

"There are certain poses that each of us do that feature our strongest points. Usually it's in an auditorium, in front of an audience, and of course, the judges. We all shave off all our body hair, then oil ourselves so we look all smooth and sleek - it's a great show, really!" 

"Is it, you know, like, 'sexy'?" 

His eyes lit up, and he smiled. "Well, I didn't get into it for that, and it's not supposed to be, but yeah, after a pose down, a lot of times I get asked out on dates, or invited to some woman's apartment. I guess they really liked the show." 

"You mean, they "just want you for your body"?" 

"That's pretty much it, all right. They don't care that this head has a brain. I'm a CPA during the day, and sometimes just a hard body that's nothing but a piece of meat at night! But, you know, sometimes it's kinda nice to be treated like a brainless piece of meat." 

"Until tonight you'd only told me about your day job!" 

He explained. "Did you ever date someone who just wanted you for sex? It's fun for a guy. . . sometimes, but I thought that meeting a woman who was smart, and fun to talk to, like you are, would be a lot better than one who saw me for the first time in a pose-down. And you know what? I was right. I really liked the date we had. It's 

fun talking to you. You've got a good brain in that beautiful head and you treat me like maybe I've got one, too." 

Tina turned even more toward him. "I guess I can understand that, but I've never met a body builder before. You know, I think I'd like to know more about it." 

"You mean, my competition routine and stuff?" 

"Yeah." 

He laughed. "Yes but will you still respect me in the morning?" 

"Sure!" 

"OK then, as long as you cooperate, any time you want!" 

"I'd like it here, and now actually. But wait, what do you mean, cooperate?" 

"Well, remember I take this stuff seriously. So don't make fun of it, OK?" 

"I wouldn't do that." 

"OK. I gotta go get my posing tights from the car." 

"You mean you expected to be doing this?" 

"Nah, but I keep a gym bag in the car all of the time anyway. I'll just run out and get my stuff." 

He left, and Tina faced the AC vent, where she knew I was looking, and blew a kiss at me. 

In seconds he was back with a gym bag. "Can I change in your bathroom?" 

She pointed the way. 

In a couple of minutes he came out, wearing a pair of posing briefs - black, no less, with his body glowing. He was built about like that proverbial brick shithouse! "We use just a little oil to make our skin look good. It's all absorbed, and won't make a mess." 

He carried a big towel, wiping his hands, then spread it on the floor, and stepped on it. "It would help if you put on some music while I loosen up a little." 

She got Sara Brightman's "Time to Say Goodby" CD going, while he did some stretching, and some other moves, driving his body to what looked like a healthy glow, and a shimmer of persperation. 

"OK. Here goes." 

"Since you don't know much about bodybuilding, I'll explain what I'm doing as I go along." 

"I just did some stretching and some isometrics to get a 'pump' going - you know, increase the blood supply to my muscles, and get warmed up. Now, watch this." 

He began his routine, in time with the music. 

He went from relaxed to "pumped" - what a transition! 

"This is how we demonstrate arm development" he said, and showed biceps, triceps, striking pose after pose, one arm pressing onto the other, displaying impressive form, and shape, his arms and chest bulged! Yeah, I felt a little intimidated watching him. 

"Judges seem to like my arms and back best." 

He turned his back to her. 

"I show my lats like this. . ." 

His back grew: broad, massive, symmetrical, lats extended, tapering to a very narrow waist. 

"And my stomach." 

He turned back to face her. 

Ripples, washboards, grooves - "When muscles are isolated and defined like this" - he stroked his abs - "we call them 'cut'" he explained, making each muscle stand out, as defined as could be. He was standing under a recessed spot light, not by accident, I'm sure, so the shadows made him look even better. "We don't drink water for hours before a pose down so we don't get bloated - even a couple of pints of water makes a difference. . ." 

"Legs." 

Yes, he had those, too. And again, they were impressive. 

Tina sat there, mouth open. I was impressed too. I never saw a body like that! Wish I had one. 

"Sometimes when I do this, though, I feel like being a piece of beef in a butcher shop window. 

"But as it turns out I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, I guess. I always did like showing off. 

"I often place in the top three here on the Island in what's called the 'lightweight' division. You can guess what the heavy weight guys look like." 

He moved into what seemed a choreographed routine, moving from one pose to another, his pace, and Sara's music, were to the same tempo. 

"And that's it. That's my hobby." 

He stood there, sweating a little. 

"Did you like it?" 

Tina's mouth was open in astonishment. "Oh, God, yeah. You look amazing. It's kind of, ah, ah. . . " 

"I think 'erotic' could be the word you're looking for" he offered. 

"Yeah, I guess so. I guess I can see why a lot of women would want to, ah, ah. . ." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know. If I date someone I meet at a competition, it's I'm like some kind of trophy for them. But, you know, that's OK sometimes, because sometimes they're like trophies for me, too. It cuts both ways, I guess." 

"But, you know, you're different, Betty. You're not one of those trophy-hunters. I actually got to know you as a person befor you saw the muscles. You know more about me than any of those women do. And I really enjoyed posing for you." 

He paused, considering something. 

Finally, he spoke again. 

"Come over here," he said, "I want to show you something." 

She got off the sofa, and went to him. The sexual temperature in the room was climbing, now. Sara's music is sensual, he was feeling its effects, moving a little to it. 

"Here, feel this." 

He flexed an arm, making the muscles jump to attention. 

She touched, then squeezed it, both of her hands couldn't encircle his biceps. 

"Oh, that's incredible," she said. 

She couldn't have noticed, but I did, that he was getting an erection. 

"Here, try the other arm." 

She did that, too. 

"Want more?" 

"Oh yeah, I sure do! This is fun!" 

He turned his back to her. 

"Try my back, then my chest and stomach." 

He was facing me, a small smile on his face, as he moved into a classic Atlas Holding Up The World" pose. 

I knew she was touching his back. Then, her hands were on his sides, and, as she moved closer, they moved to his stomach, one hand above the other. 

His eyes closed, and he muttered "Oooh, I like that. Yeah. Feels nice." 

I watched as her hands moved, slowly, up and down that torso, up over a massive chest, then down again, over the ridges of his abs. 

She was staring directly into the hvac vent, knowing I was watching. 

"And don't worry about the lotion I've got on my skin. It comes out easily" he said, standing upright now, arms at his sides, swaying a little to the music, until he reached back behind himself, to her hips, and pulled her closer to him. 

She moved closer willingly, her hands still moving, rubbing up and down. His eyes were closed, he was enjoying this, he was enjoying this a lot! Let's just say it showed, and not just on his face, if you know what I mean. 

I watched her hand movements, until finally her lower hand cycled all the way down to the waist band of his posing briefs before it began up again. 

"I love your touch" he said, and she acknowledged that "I've never touched a body like yours before. I never knew there WAS a body like yours." 

Her eyes were wide open and stillfocused on the vent where I was watching, as on the next down cycle her hands went a little lower than his waist band, and then back up again. 

That bulge in his briefs was growing now. 

"I sure hope you're not going to stop that anytime soon" he muttered. 

"Not yet, not yet" she whispered, as this time her lower hand, on the downward swing, got all the way to the start of that bulge before it began going back up again. 

"I think I just changed my mind. I don't want you to do that anymore," he said, "not if it's going to stop with you just teasing me." 

Her hands were still on the way up, over his chest now. 

"Oh. So, this is teasing? What about this?" 

Her hands both went lower, one beside the other now, until they both found the rather obvious evidence of his erection... 

And still lower, to his groin, and then, she cupped him. 

"That's still teasing, if that's all that going to happen." 

Her hands were moving softly, content to touch, to excite him,. . . and her,. . . and me. 

"Oh, your body feels so hard, so strong. . ." 

Talk about being open! 

"That's nice, what you're doing," was his response. 

There was no rush, no hurrying with them, they were each - no we all three were enjoying the sensations, the tactile sensations for them, her touching, him being touched, 

and the visual ones for me. Just watching. 

Not that I wasn't doing a little touching of my own. 

He had been holding her hips, pressing her into his back. He stopped that, and his hands found her wrists, enjoying the motions they made, and guiding them, as her hands glided over the bulge they found. 

After a few minutes, though, he pulled at those wrists, and his hands covered hers, and led them to his sides. 

And then to the waistband on his briefs. 

Somehow, he caused her fingers to slip inside his waistband. They seemed to go willingly enough, though. 

I watched as one of her hands traced back, over his hip, under his briefs, its path clear under the material. 

Her fingertips slid along the waistband, to his belly, and found hair. 

"Oh, I see you don't completely shave after all, do you?" 

"Uh uh." 

He pulled her hand out, to his hip - once again her fingers captured the waistband, under his hands. 

"Oh dear, oh dear. You mean, there's even more you want to show me?" she asked, all kinds of flirtation in her voice, as his hands encouraged her thumbs to get under the waistband. 

"You better believe there is. Lots more." 

She pushed down a couple of inches. 

"Good, good. Keep doing that" he encouraged her. 

She pushed a little more, and I could see the thatch of his pubic hair, now. 

She pushed some more, lowering his briefs. I saw more hair, then a shaft, 

then more shaft, 

and still more shaft - he was freakin' huge! And Tina still didn't know it, at least not yet. 

Then that thing, that big thing, his big thing, was free now. Tina, from behind, pushed a little more, until his shorts were at his thighs. He took them then, pushed them lower, and lifted one leg, then the other, through them, then dropped them to the floor. He was naked now, and quite erect now, and he - was - big! 

Right about then I was feeling seriously intimidated and maybe a little inadequate, but who wouldn't have?

He stood upright again, glistening, that donkey-dick looking like it could reach all the across the room and poke me in the eye! 

"That feels much better," he said, as again he stood there, still with his back to her, "I'm glad you agreed to date me again." 

"I haven't had all that many dates in my whole life." 

Her hands went back to his hips, and his back to her wrists, and he pulled her close, against his ass. 

"I really want you to touch me" he said. "Touch me down there." 

He pulled her hands around his waist, down to his groin, guiding them, until both of her hands were on his penis. Believe me, she was going to need both hands. 

I saw the expression on her face change as one hand went to its head, while the other was around the shaft at its base, and there were still several more inches of shaft between her two hands! He had to be somewhere over ten inches long, and thick, too!  

"Phil, there's a lot of you down there. There's a whole lot of you down there!" she said with a little alarm. 

"Yeah, it's bigger than most, and more fun, too. Most guys' are a good bit smaller." 

"Uh (she knew I was listening as well as watching), yes. . .I suppose, uh. . . maybe so." 

Maybe, hell! I'm an engineer, and can deal with objective data! 

Tina by now had both hands fully involved in stroking "King Dong". 

"Betty, this is a little unfair you know. I mean, I'm standing here buck naked, and you're not." 

"Phil, I've got to tell you the truth. I'm actually afraid of that thing - it feels way too big. . ." 

"I promise I'm not going to let it bite you. But I'm still standing here naked, and you're not!" 

"Does that mean that you wanna get dressed, or. . ." 

"I think I'm gonna choose the 'or'. I like the way you're touching me and I really want to touch your body, too." 

He turned to her. Her eyes were drawn to his cock - can't blame her, hell, mine had been, too and I'm straight. He stepped closer, and his arms went around her. It was a real embrace, and their lips met. 

It was a long passionate kiss, long enough for his hands to travel up and down her back, from neck to ass. Then, his hands found the bottom of her sweat shirt, and he started pulling it up. 

She broke the kiss, and stood there, arms raised, while he pulled it higher and higher, until her bra was exposed, and her face covered, and then her face, now flushed, was uncovered, too, and she pulled her arms from the sleeves. He tossed it away. 

"What a pretty bra" he said, taking her into his arms again. 

"Phil, I'm afraid. . .", she said, still staring at his massive cock.

I'd swear it was staring right back at her. 

He interrupted her. "Nothing, look at me, nothing at all is going to happen without you wanting it to. I promise. Scout's honor. You'll see." 

She stood there, embraced by those muscular arms, and didn't resist when his arms went to the waistband of her sweat pants. 

And he pushed down, over her hips, while still kissing her, leaving her matching black lace panties behind. 

Now it was his turn to break the kiss. Her turn to help by pushing her sweatpants lower until they were at her knees. She bent down, alarmingly close to that menacingly erect cock right in front of her, and pushed them lower, until she could pull one foot, and then another, free of them. 

"Now then, that's a nice start." 

Tina was blushing, looking at this man in front of her, equipt with as big an erection as she'd ever seen. 

Just standing there, in a skimpy bra, and skimpy panties. 

"You wore those just for me, didn't you?" 

Of course she had, but she was a little distracted right now. This was only the fourth erect cock she'd ever seen, and by far the largest - and she was understandably scared. 

I loved the look of his penis as it touched her belly, as they embraced again. 

And loved watching my wife, kissing him. 

"Betty," he muttered, around the kiss, "Your underwear is lovely, but it's really time for those things to come off." 

That idea excited me, a lot. I guess it touched Tina in the right place, too. "Yeah, I think you're right." 

Another pause, as I guess she thought about being uninhibited. 

Yeah, right. 

She pushed him away. 

The music was still playing, as he stood there, one massive hand resting on his massive erection. 

Her hands went to the clasp on the bra between her breasts, and released it, still holding the two cups in place. 

She turned her back to him. 

"Help me, please." 

He reached to the shoulder straps, and she, with her shoulders rolled back, and arms back, made it easy for him to slip it along her arms, and off. 

Now her arms crossed in front of her, and she turned, covering herself from his gaze. 

"Come on, you know better than that!" 

Her hands moved, slowly, revealing that wonderful upper swell, then lower, until the start of her nipples were visible, and lower still, erect nipples now on display, and still lower, until they found the hem of her panties. 

"There you go. That's the idea!" 

He knelt in front of her, and helped, and watched, as her thumbs went inside the hem, and pushed down, over her hips, helped by his hands, displaying the start of her own pubic thatch. 

He, holding her hips, pulled, buried his face in her belly, then released her.` 




Metamorphosis Ch. 05



It was a little after 10 o'clock, Saturday morning, and outside the world buzzed on with it usual routine. A Spring-time aroma filled the air and the sun shined down from a clear blue sky. Outside kids were already playing and running around. A collective spring fever between seemed to have fallen down on them, as it always did this time of year. The air seemed fresh, the sunshine warm, and all seemed perfectly well in suburbia.

The sunlight poured through the blinds throwing slivers of light on to the carpet as Heather laid in bed listening to the hum of the outside world. She'd been awake for almost an hour now, staring up at the ceiling contently being lost in her own thoughts. Below her, her bed was still wet from the night before, but it didn't bother her. She'd awoken with a comforting acceptance she hadn't experienced before. Something inside of her, despite all rhyme and reason, insisted everything would be just fine. It was a basic and instinctual feeling and Heather couldn't help believe it.

She thought about everything that happened last night. It didn't seem as distant as she expected it to, and although she didn't see it in herself, anyone that knew Heather would be able to tell she was different. She didn't seem as reserved and polished as she normally did. It was like part of her had broken loose, and just like a loose thread, it wouldn't be long before everything was pulled apart. 

After a while she finally got up and decided to get in the shower, but she was distracted at her own reflection in the dresser mirror. She stared at herself. She pulled the hair band from her loose pony tail, letting her auburn hair fall down over her shoulders. She wore only a tank top and nothing else. She could see her nipples pointing through her white tank top. She could see the thin little patch of hair above her pussy she kept short and trimmed. Her eyes adjusted and all of a sudden the dried dripping marks on the mirror came into focus. They were the marks of her own pussy juice dripping down the mirror after she shot it across the room. She didn't know exactly why, but the turned her on. She felt herself becoming wet again, with the same growing lust that captured her last night. 

As she turned away from the mirror and into the bathroom, she smiled to herself. Right then and there she came to the conclusion that it was best not to delay nature. If she was going to find out her boundaries, she mind as well just get to it she thought. She pulled off her tank top, the only clothing she was wearing, turned on the water, and stepped into a well needed shower. 

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Sean had been up for a little while himself. Although he fell asleep on the couch last night, he woke up in the middle of the night and climbed the stairs to his bed room. Since those first few hours or blissful sleep, Sean tossed and turned, unable to fully stop reeling over the night before. He didn't know how or why it was all happening, or what he should do or say, but he did know one thing. He knew he was grateful and that he'd let things play out without intervening. He didn't know if his mother knew about his fantasies and stories or not, but either way he wasn't exactly in a rush to tell her. 

He looked at the time down on the corner of his computer screen. It was 10 after 10, and he'd already been writing for over an hour. He'd started a story fresh this morning, renewed and inspired by the night before. He wrote with speed and clarity, and in just over an hour, he had written 3000 words and was on pace for another 3000 shortly. He'd masturbated the night before, again when he woke up and came to his room, and once more when he sat down and began to write. Despite this, he still sat writing with an erection poking from his shorts. He was as horny as ever and just as much aroused as the previous night. Erotic fantasy poured unfiltered from his mind and down through his finger tips. It was like a tap from the computer directly into his creative consciousness. He was getting better at allowing his subconscious to flow uninterrupted, tapping deeper into his own mind. 

I couldn't believe the uninhibited "rawness" of the moment. All our illusions had escaped us, and for what felt like the first time, he accepted the moment as the inevitable reality. My mother and I stared at each other with renewed feelings of affirmation. We knew the few barriers still between us were crumbling right then and there.

"Tell me Sean... show me. Take me to the deepest, darkest corners of your fantasies baby. I want to live out every one of them" my mother spoke softly. She kissed my lips gently between her words. For the first time, I felt completely comfortable telling her. 

"I want to you completely Mom. I want to explore every part of you and take things as far as possible, to break free. I want to take things to the very essence of taboo love. I want to make love to you Mom. I want to start a family with you Mom..." I said with confidence. 

"Then we will..." my mother whispered softly in my ear.

His fantasies were taking him further than he knew. It was if he hadn't created them at all, but rather discovered them, like an old shell buried deep and long ago, long before his time. They started feeling like desires he'd harbored his entire life, hardwired into him at birth. Was that unreasonable to think he wondered. Was it possible his attraction to his mother was something he couldn't help, something primitive and instinctual? His fantasies were becoming increasingly in-depth and complex, as if they were constructing themselves. The idea that they lay deeper within him than his own creative mind became more and more believable. Sean typed steadily for another hour. 

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Heather's shower was long and soothing, and an hour after she started it, she reluctantly turned off the hot water and got out. The mirror in the bathroom was completely fogged over, and she didn't take the time to wipe it clear. She dried herself off with haste, wrapped the towel around her wet hair, and went out into her bedroom. She walked with a naked sensuality that made her look like she floated effortlessly rather than walked. 

She took a thong from her underwear drawer and pulled it on casually followed by a bra. From the drawer below that, she picked a pair of black yoga pants and a pink halter top. She looked sporty and casual and fit. Her ass looked full and round in the yoga pants, but not too big she thought to herself. Her firm boobs still looked great, and for a second she thought she could see what her son was attracted to in her. The moment passed. 

When she was done getting dressed, she thought she'd leave for the walk she was planning on taking, but decided she needed to make a call first. She grabbed her cell phone, and dialed her sister's number. When Olivia answered, she spoke quietly. 

She told her all about the previous night, about the flirtatiousness and both kisses. She didn't feel nervous or ashamed to tell Olivia this time. She was happy she could not only trust her sister enough to tell her anything, but that she was bold enough to encourage her. Heather told her about the masturbating and squirting, and how she was feeling about all of it. 

"I'm just so... so ready to push it further" Heather said with giddiness in her voice. "I mean I know I can only go so far... but I want to find out where that is. I want to get right too in fact." She laughed at her last comment. 

"Heather, I've noticed in my life, when I want to know or do something, it's best just to be deliberate. Just do it, no matter how nervous or anxious your feeling. You'll be glad you did afterwards, I promise. Olivia spoke mater-of-factly, like none of this was at all out of the ordinary. "Just tell yourself that by the end of the day you'll know exactly where your boundaries lie. Although, let me repeat myself by saying you shouldn't worry about the boundaries at all. If I were you, I'd take things as far as they were meant to go."

Heather was silent for a moment as she considered everything her sister said. "Ok" she replied after a silent moment. 

"Ok to what, no boundaries?" Olivia asked excitedly. 

"No. Ok to what you said about telling myself that by the end of the day, I'll put it all out there." She sounded like a woman who'd convinced herself more than anything.

"Ooooo, you bad girl." Olivia said slyly. "Ok call me later and tell me everything. I mean EVERYTHING! It's might still be the a.m. but the day is short, so get going. Call me later." she said one more time before they exchanged goodbyes with each other and got off the phone. 

Heather didn't know what her plan was, but she knew one would unfold. She smiled to herself happily, although more nervous and anxious than before. She left her room and headed for the stairs, but before she started down them, she paused outside Sean's closed door. 

She put her ear against the door, and she could hear the faint squeak of her son's computer chair and faint clicking. She knew immediately that he was typing away, busy writing a story about her. She thought for a moment that she would continue on down stairs and wait for the day to play out, but after dwelling on the idea she decided otherwise. "Just get to it remember? Be deliberate, no hesitation" she told herself. She tried searching for excuses not to, but nothing held water. Her heart began racing, and finally, she took her ear away from the door, took a deep breath, and turned the doorknob. 

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Sean didn't hear the initial sound of his door opening, but after Heather opened it few inches the hinges let out a squeak. In that brief second, Sean jumped a foot in the air, turned with wide eyes to see his mother in the doorway, fumbled with mouse, and tried closing all the windows on his computer. He was paralyzed with fright.

"Mom... you gotta knock!" he said annoyed. There was a nervousness in his voice he couldn't hide " I ah... I was just ah... reading something... and..." he stumbled. His words were fragmented and he couldn't look away from the computer screen. Somehow he'd forgotten about the erection pointing up from under his basketball shorts. 

"I'm sorry sweetie," Heather tried saying innocently. She took a step into the room and slowly moved towards her son sitting at the computer desk. She couldn't look away from the erection in his shorts. "I didn't mean to interrupt anything."

"You didn't... I just wasn't ah... expecting you to ... to..." he stumbled uneasily. On the screen he was clicking in and out on pointless programs, trying to seem busy. 

"I'm sorry." she said softly again. She walked over until she was standing directly behind her son. She put her hands softly on his shoulders, and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "Really, I am." she reiterated after the kiss. Sean's embarrassment gave way to some nervousness, and he continued clicking around the screen aimlessly.

"What were you reading babe?" Heather asked trying to sound innocent and interested. She was now softly rubbing her son's shoulders and starring down at his erection. 

"Nothing really. Just an article." he said unconvincingly.

Heather massaged her son's shoulders gently. Slowly she let her hands slide down his shoulders and on to his chest. She slid her palms down until they were on his stomach and her mouth was right next to his ear. "Must've been an exciting article." she whispered seductively in his ear. She slid her hands back up his chest and continued gently massaging.

Sean now realized what she meant and looked down at the tent in his shorts. He flushed with a confused mixture of embarrassment and arousal and didn't know what to say. He couldn't hide it or ignore it, so without thinking he apologized. 

"I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean..." was all he said before his mother interrupted him. 

She let out a long "Shhhhhh" as she slid down and up his chest again. Each time she slid her hands down Sean's chest, her fingers tips got closer and closer to his waistline. Any chance of abandoning his hard on her gone as it pumped harder than before. Her hands were stopping only inches away from the bulge.

"Don't be sorry sweetheart. We can't help human nature." Her voice had seductive yet nurturing tone. Something about was electrifying Sean. 

"Besides..." She said sliding her hands down Sean's chest. She paused as she leaned forward, and exactly as she had hoped for, the very tips of her fingers were under the elastic waistband of his shorts. Her lips were against Sean's ear when she spoke again. "...I don't mind at all." she whispered. Sean closed his eyes briefly while her words shivered down his spine. 

She continued rubbing her hands up and down her son's chest, extending a little further each time. After a few seconds, she slid down and her fingertips were under Sean's waist band enough so that she felt his pubic hairs. She stopped and left her hands there and leaned down to Sean's neck. She opened her mouth wide licked her tongue against his neck. She sucked and bit her son's neck for a few seconds before putting her lips to his ear and asking "What were you thinking about bad boy?" She couldn't believe what she was doing, but it felt right. 

"Mom..." he tried starting but trailed off. Heather knew he didn't mean her as the answer, but she decided to go with it regardless. She leaned down and took Sean's ear lobe between her wet lips and sucked.

"You were thinking about your own mother?" she asked seductively. Her hands were no more than an inch away from the base of her son's penis. She couldn't believe that one, this was happening, and two, how turned on she was. "You are a bad boy."

"No mom I was..." but again Heather cut him off with a long "Shhhhh." She slide down his chest more slowly than before, until finally, both her hands slipped into her son's shorts and she wrapped her hands softly around his dick. Sean couldn't control the moan that escaped his lips. His eyes closed.

"It's ok... I'm not mad baby boy" Heather said. She wrapped her hands more tightly around Sean's rock hard erection and began licking and sucking his neck. She licked up to his ear and whispered in it, "I know you were thinking about me. I know you want this." She was having trouble keeping herself under control and Sean couldn't believe any of it was happening. He'd fantasized so long about the feel of his mother's hands wrapped around his cock. 

"Oooo God mom..." he moaned out loud, no longer trying to hide his lust. 

"Is this what you wanted sweetie? You wanted me to stroke you?" She asked as she nibbled on his ear lobe. Slowly, she pulled her son's cock out from under the shorts until she could see it. She nearly had an orgasm herself at the sight of it. It was long hard and she could feel the pulse beat through it. 

"Yes mom" Sean replied becoming more stimulated. His mother's hand began moving up and down slowly. "Ooo yes"

"You're so hard baby. Do you like your mother's hand stroking your hard dick? Up and down." she asked, becoming more aroused herself.

"Yes. Yes." he moaned. 

"Do you like your mother being bad, baby?" Heather asked. Her hand now stroking faster. "You know it wrong but you like it huh?"

"Ooo god mom..." he moaned more loudly than before. Heather could tell it wouldn't take long at all and he was close. She finally let loose.

"That's it baby, feel my hand stroking you. Feel your mother's hand Sean. It's so wrong but feels so right." she wanted to see the hot cum flow from her son. She stroked hard and fast. "OOooo Sean. Do you feel my hand fucking you. Will you cum for me you bad boy, for your mother." Sean moaned loudly and began pumping his hips.

"OOoo fuck mom I'm gonna cum" he yelled loudly. 

"O god Sean, Yes. Cum for me, cum for your mother." she whispered in his ear. Sean twitched the littlest bit, and finally, he flung his hips forward, squirting cum all over his computer screen. 

"O MOM" he screamed as he came. He was done trying to believe what just happened, he just wanted to enjoy it at this point. The second spurt landed on the floor, and the third trickled out and down onto his mother's hand. Heather softly kissed her son's neck as he finished. She lifted the finger that had Sean's cum on it to her mouth. Right next his ear, she stuck her finger in her mouth and cleaned the cum off, loudly licking and sucking as did so. 

"Holy shit..." Sean said with his eyes still closed. 

"Heather gave her son's neck a final lick, put her lips against his ear, and said, "Sorry again for interrupting you." She kissed his cheek, turned back, and headed towards the door. She watched her glide across the room. When she got to the door, she turned and looked at her son staring at her with his dick still out and a look of shock on his face. She took the same finger she just wiped clean a second ago, and put it back in her mouth. She stared right at her son as she slowly pulled the finger out of her mouth, sucking it clean. "Mmmm" was all she said, and pulled the door shut behind her. 

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Sean knew that the previous evening seemed almost unreal, and despite a nagging insistence that all of it was just a figment of his imagination, he was sure it had happened. This though, this rocked his foundation. For the first time in his life, he was genuinely unsure whether or not he was living in reality. He never understood people that said they didn't know if they were awake or dreaming, until now at least. He contemplated the idea that he lost his grip on reality on was living inside his fantasy world, but it just felt too real. He couldn't explain his mother's actions, but he knew if he didn't come to terms with it his psyche would crack. It became too much too quick, and despite not wanting to, knew he address it with his mother. Everything he'd dreamed about seemed closer than ever before, and he was scared that bringing it to light might ruin it. If he didn't though, he knew his sanity would be tested. 

Sean stood up and fixed his shorts, through on a t-shirt, took a deep breath before opening his bedroom door, and walked down the hall towards the stairs. He went down them slowly, keeping an eye or ear open for his mother. When he reached the living room, he could hear the clatter of dishes in the kitchen. He paused for a second, almost crippled with nervousness and fear, took another deep breath and headed towards the Kitchen.

He saw his mother reaching up to put dishes away, and bending down to get them from the dishwasher. He wanted to stay focused, but for a brief second his mother's ass in tight yoga pants stole his attention. He loved the sight of her round ass, but clarity came over him and he looked away, as hard as it was. 

"Mom..." he said heavily. There was a noticeable tension in his voice. "Can we talk?" Heather turned at the sound of her son's voice behind her, and when their gazes met each other, she smiled lovingly. She seemed as if nothing odd at all was happening.

"Of course sweetie" she said. She tried to hide the uneasiness suddenly filling her own voice. She knew where this conversation was likely headed, and she hadn't anticipated it. She had assumed for some reason, that she'd be the one to address the issue. She hadn't expected Sean to be bold enough to bring it up, so when he did, she realized she didn't know what to say yet or how to say it. She thought quickly at how to diffuse the situation.

"But if it's anything that'll take more than a couple minutes, it'll have to wait till I'm back." she said matter-of-factly. "I'm literally leaving in two minutes to meet Aunt Liv. We're signed up for a Saturday morning yoga class together." All of what Heather said was a lie, and although she hadn't actually wanted to leave the house just yet, she thought it might work. She hoped at least. 




Metamorphosis Ch. 05



"Well... ya it'll take a little longer than two minutes I'm guessing" Sean said timidly. "I mean I can wait till after you get back, but I'd really like to talk to you now if possible." Although she had to prepare herself for the talk her son wanted to have, she didn't like denying his request to talk to her. She never had. Despite the subject matter, a motherly part of her felt obliged to listen. She didn't like lying to her son, but she had to for the time being. 

Heather turned to look at her son compassionately. She closed the cabinets and dishwasher and said, "Well babe, if it's important, I don't want to rush through it. If you can wait, we'll talk about whatever's on your mind after I get back from yoga. I shouldn't be more than an hour, hour and a half tops. Can we talk then?" she asked.

"Of course" Sean said unconvincingly. Heather walked across the room and smiled. She planted a brief and innocent kiss on Sean's cheek as she passed him. 

"Great" she said. "Now I gotta get going." She didn't know what she was going to do for an hour, but she played the part and put on her tennis shoes quickly. She grabbed her car keys from the kitchen counter and headed for the door. As she opened it and walked through, she paused for a moment to look back at Sean. "We'll talk about everything when I get back." she said, and with that she closed the door behind her. 

Sean's anxiety wasn't any better. In fact, prolonging the conversation seemed worse. He churned with uneasy anticipation over the next hour. 

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Heather sat behind the wheel of her with a similar anxiety. She'd driven down the street and parked in a church parking lot. She didn't know if she'd come to any resolution in the next hour, but her mind raced all the same. 

"Fuck.." she sighed out loud. I can do this one of two ways she thought to herself. I can tread lightly around everything and play dumb, or I can stop with act and lay everything out. Both ideas seemed to have their pros and cons, but only one of the options felt like the right on. She knew she had to stop playing this game. She knew when she back to the house, she'd have to sit down with Sean and tell him everything she knew. And that starts with today she told herself. 

She decided if she wasn't going to hold anything back and let honesty be her policy, she would start right now. She wasn't going to hide out in a church parking lot for an hour pretending to be at a made up yoga class. She had to go home and tell Sean whole truth. She sighed again, this time a sigh of acceptance, turned the ignition, and headed back towards the house. 

She had no idea how drastically things would soon change.



Metamorphosis Ch. 05



The movement of those panties continued lower still, until they were a band, pausing, just blocking his view, and mine, but then, the band was lowered, showing him, showing me, what we both wanted, and still down, down her legs, until she stepped out of them, too. Now there were two very naked people in the apartment, 

and one very excited voyeur with his own (normal sized) cock in his hand. 

"You're beautiful" he said. 

She stepped away. "This is a bit like the first time I went to the nude beach on Fire Island, and let the guys look at me" she said, smiling, blushing, head tilted, arms behind her back, legs a little parted. 

"I don't ever go there, but there must be some big differences," he said. "Here, maybe you've noticed, we're alone." 

"I noticed." 

"And I'll bet there's not a lot of touching on Fire Island, but you were touching me." 

"I noticed that, too." 

"And usually, on nude beaches, there's not a lot real sexy stuff going on, is there?" 

"Not that I noticed." 

"But there is some going one here, isn't there?" 

"I did notice that, I did." 

"I know you've noticed that you did this to me." 

His hand dropped to his cock, he grasped it. There had to be five inches extending beyond his hand! 

"Yes, I certainly did notice that," she said. "Phil, you just look too big for me. I hope you'll be happy with just touching and kissing. I promise not to just tease you. I'll help you, uh, you know, get off and everything. . ." 

"Don't worry, Betty, I promised you that nothing will happen that you don't want to happen," he replied. 

"Whew. I hope not. Come with me, we'll go where we can get more comfortable." 

She took his hand, and lead him to the bedroom. 

I switched from one camera to the next one. 

She had pulled the covers from the bed. Soon he was laying there, on his back - erect cock standing at attention, his hands behind his head. He was impressively muscled, just laying there. Impressively cocked, too. 

Imagine a naked Arnold Shwartzenegger lying there sporting John Holmes' erection. 

Then there were two bodies in the bed. 

"I'm afraid that would hurt me too bad, but we can touch each other, ok? I'll try to please you," she said. 

"OK. We can start with that," he agreed. 

There was a kiss, their bodies touching. The camera was showing me her back, and I saw him pull her leg over his hip, then his hand traced down across her ass, until it reached between her legs. I could see him stroking her. 

She had both hands between them. I'm sure she was stroking him, too. 

Her hips were making small thrusts against his fingers. He was taking his time, enjoying every moment. Too bad he was so big she wouldn't let him in her. 

There was motion - he was sliding down on the bed, now his head was nuzzling at her breasts. I guess all men like to do that!! 

I heard her say "I can't touch you when you're like that. Move closer, so I can, I want to make you feel good, too." 

She wanted to masturbate that big thing! Or go down on him. 

Oh yeah, I'd really love to see that. 

He changed the rules. "Try something, instead. You be in control. Come on, get on top of me." He lay still, on his back. 

In a minute she was kneeling beside him. 

"No, on top of me!' 

He sat up, actually grabbed her waist and lifted her 120 pounds, so that when he lay back down she was over him, on her knees. 

"Come on, just sort of squat over me. Put your hands up on my shoulders." 

I saw her get her knees beside his hips, and kneel across him, kneeling tall, spread out, eye to eye with him, then bending forward, her breasts now brushing his chest. 

"Oh, oh" she muttered as his cock began pressing against her, his hand guiding its head, back and forth, again and again, across her stomach, to her pubic mound and back as she suspended herself there, supporting herself on all fours, poised over him. 

In a moment she moved, tilting her pelvis, so that he could guide its head along her pussy lips, instead of just her pelvis. I'd never seen a sexier thing, her, with her hands on his shoulders, her back bent in a forward curve so her vagina was "presenting" itself to him, her feet up beside his hips, and knees not too far from her elbows. Sounds funny, I know, but it was anything but laughable. 

"That's the idea. Does that feel good?" He was slowly stroking his penis's tip long those lips. 

"Oh God yes, but don't move, don't move, that thing would tear me apart!" 

"I'm not moving. I'm not moving. Just slowly lower yourself a just little bit now. That's it." 

I was watching as she moved down a little. I saw his penis's head stroke down between her legs, and forward again, and back a little, where he stopped its movement. 

"Still nice? Still good?" 

"Oh. . . yes. . ." and she moved a little lower. 

I saw that he wasn't moving the head of his cock around much anymore, it was just pressing at her vulva, and maybe, just maybe, beginning to part her lips. 

"You feel really warm, hot even, and wet" he said, and we both saw her face, red with excitement, as she settled herself down just a little more. 

He had one hand holding himself erect, the other, now, obviously stroking her clitoris. 

Tina's face was covered with sweat now and I could see small jerks along her body, and her hips. 

And then, I couldn't see the head of his penis anymore. It was inside her! 

Tina's expression was priceless! Mouth open, face flushed. I knew what caused that! Something about the size of a lemon! 

Phil, true to his word, stayed absolutely still. 

"It doesn't hurt, now, does it?" 

"God no. At least, not yet! It's amazing! But, uh, you're spreading me so wide. . ." 

Her hips were moving up and down a little - maybe an inch or two. She was actually fucking him! 

"Ok now take just a little bit more of me - it'll be a little easier now!" 

He held his arms out toward her, and she held on to them, supporting herself. She squatted almost upright, gasping, her feet beside his hips, knees bent a lot, her head thrown back, her mouth opened, and she lowered herself. I heard her groan. Another inch or so of that massive pipe disappeared into her, but there was still a lot more dick to go.

Tina was covered with perspiration now, still moving up and down on him, getting more and more excited, more ready for an orgasm, fucking just the top two or three inches of that mammoth cock. 

"Oh - my -GOD!!! It's so thick. . .so. . . thick. . . but it . . . isn't . . . hurting me, . . . not yet. . .not yet." 

Phil helped excite her even more. "Good, because I want you to think about this. Listen closely now, Betty, 'cause when you're done riding me, I'm going to roll us over." 

"And then what?" she panted. 

"I'm going to put you on the bottom." 

Her motions were a little larger, now. 

"Then what are you going to do. . .?" 

"I'm going to spread your pretty legs and maybe put them up on my shoulders" 

Her little oscillations, up and down, went a little lower, she made another inch or two of his cock disappear into her. 

"My God, Phil!!! Ohmygoddddd! You're spreading me so wide. . ." 

Phil said "And then you're going to learn what it feels like to get fucked by a really. Big. Cock." 

Tina moved down even more, skewering herself on him. 

And stopped with a gasp and a shutter. His cock and fingers finally stimulating her to an orgasm. 

She lifted up, back arched, then sagged down, taking still more of him into her. Then, finally, her legs moved, and she was no longer squatting, but laying on him, lowering her mouth to his. 

He did it: he got her to take it all! 

"I can't believe that whole thing is in me! I can feel you so deep, and so thick, and even though you're being still I can feel it throbbing and pulsing in me. . ." 

"It is, and it feels so good in there!" 

And their lips touched again, not that that mattered much, anymore. 

She was moving up and down now cautiously, enjoying the sensation of that big cock in her. 

Finally Phil said "That last part was for you. This part is for me." 

He wrapped his arms around her, and rolled, so that he was on top now, just as he promised. 

"I don't mean to sound corny, but staying still under you like that was hard. . ." 

"This is no time for jokes. . .aahhhh" she said. 

But by then he was withdrawing, and she was concentrating on the sensation of that long thick cock moving insideof her, pulling out of her, creating a vacuum, sucking. . . 

They were both looking between them, and I could see, too, as his erection moved out, glistening, wet, wet from her, went from spreading her, from being in her. . . 

I watched the muscles on his body tense, as he positioned one of her legs, then the other, up, so that they were along his torso, ankles on his shoulders, and he moved into her again. . . 

That position allows the deepest penetration - her "Ohhh!" confirmed that. 

The thrusting actually moved the damn bed. 

And he thrust himself back into her, again, and again. 

Her eyes were squinched closed - mouth hanging open, gasping out loud - arms holding tightly to his hips, but not stopping him, if anythin, urging him on. 

"Tina! Tina, watch us down there while I'm fucking you" he commanded. "Watch my big cock going in and out and filling you like you've never been filled before. It's a sight you'll want to remember."

That would have sounded conceited if it hadn't also been so true.

I saw her head lift up, so that she could look down, and we both saw that swollen rod moving in and out, her hips flexing, pressing up, her tiny hands on his broad chest, feeling him move inside her. Deep, deep insid her. Going "Where no man has gone before. . ."

"I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you" he said after a few minutes - they had been in bed, having sex, for what seemed to be a long time. 

My wife, under him, fucking him back with every stroke, now enjoying each movement, asked "what's that?" 

"When I get close to coming, like I am now, I get hotter, and longer, and thicker." 

"Good. Do it." Then, she was silent, concentrating on the sensations. 

"Can you feel it?" 

"I can! I can!" 

"I can't hold back much longer. . ." 

"Good, don't hold back, you can come.. . ." 

"Put your hands down there. . ." 

She did. 

"Spread yourself for me, touch me . . . . ." 

She was doing it. I could see that she was excited by the idea, her hands were moving in time with his body, and then she said "OOOOH! I can feel it! It's getting 

bigger. . ." 

Each movement exposed and then concealed his glistening shaft, his balls were slapping loudly against her now, and his motions became even stronger, the bed was rocking and moving across the floor, as his hips flexed, until he went rigid - deep inside her, balls against her ass, "I'm sorry, I can't hold off anymore, you're too exciting - feel me come!" 

"I can - I do - it's. . .OHMYGODDD! AHHHHH!" and she shuttered, screaming and bucking for at least a full minute. 

He was still, not moving, just pressing into her, for those moments while he filled her, pumping his hot cum into her, satisfying himself, releasing himself. 

He began making a few gentle motions, pushing his deposit deeper, continuing for a gentle, almost a loving few minutes, then stopped, still deep inside her. Finally, he rolled off her, trailing moisture, trailing a thread of what he had put there, that white stuff, stringing from the end of his cock. 

He lay beside her, muscles still enlarged, but his penis laying across his leg, no longer 'cut'. 

Moments passed as they recovered. She rolled on her side, facing him: "You are one amazing man. . ." 

Her hand went to, and found, his penis, and began stoking him. 

Until, finally, he muttered "I know you told me you're leaving Long Island. That's too bad, I like spending time with you." 

"I know, but that's just the way things are. You've sure given me a nice memory to take with me. And I think I'm gonna be sore for a couple of days, too." 

Her hand on his cock was working - the damn thing was getting erect again, still soft, but noticeably bigger. 

She sat up - began leaning towards him - 

"No, don't do that now, not after I was in you. Just touch me. . ." he pleaded. 

"The only thing on your penis is what I put on it", she said, leaning over still more. 

In a very short time that cock grew hard again. . . 

"Do you want put it inside me again. . ." 

"No, just keep doing that. . ." and then the touching was successful - this big strong gentle man's cock throbbed a few times, the ejaculant just kind of appearing on its end, not in spasms, not spraying out, as he must have inside her. 

Tina lay down next to him again. 

His cock, still in her hand, began shrinking. . . 

"Can I spend the night here? I'd like to wake up with you. . ." 

"Phil, I'm afraid you'd only make my life more complicated. . ." 

"OK, I guess I understand. Let me just stay a few minutes, you kinda wore me out, then guess I'd better go. . ." 

"Yeah, that would probably be best." 

The few minutes turned to a half hour, until he finally he sat up, bent over, and gently kissed her. 

"Thanks, Phil. You've been really nice." 

He left the bedroom, and in a couple of minutes came back, dressed again and carrying his gym bag. 

He bent over her, kissed her. "Bye, Betty. Thanks, and good luck. Call me when you come back to visit. That offer of dinner and the next morning's breakfast is always open for you." 

He kissed her again, and left. 

She got out of bed, saying to the vent "Let me make sure the door's locked. I'll be right there." 

I watched her and I noticed she was walking funny. And still a little shaky. 

In a minute she was with me in bed. 

"Come here, big guy. I need my husband." she commanded. 

I climbed on board. God, she was loose. 

"I think it's going to take a while before I shrink. Did you SEE how big he was?" she wanted to know. 

We agreed he was big. Really big. Enormously big. Enough all ready. Could give a guy a complex and I'm fucked up enough in the head, thank you. 

"Now, if I wanted to do a repeat with somebody, I'd definitely think about doing it with him" she said. "He's nice, and sexy, too.. Maybe - " she was moving against me now -" maybe sometimes when we're doing this I'll be thinking about him doing me, and you can think about him doing me, too. . ." 

Yes, we had a mutual orgasm! 

Phil's performance shared our bed for the next few months - and Tina became a much better lover. Her hands, her mouth, everything, and I mean everything, was now a tool for our mutual pleasure. 

Then, at my suggestion - though it was accepted easily - Tina started doing something else for us. 

About every three months or so now, Phil gets an email from 'Betty'. 

You only need to read part of the message she leaves. 

"Phil, it's Betty. I'm going to be on Long Island on business, and will be staying at the Smithtown Sheraton on Tuesday. If you're free, drop me a line. I'd really like to get together with you again." 

He always responds, and she always sees him. Except now, he spends the night with her at the hotel, and he always leaves by 8 AM so he can get to his office on time. Wouldn't do to be late to work, you know. 

Of course, checkout time isn't until noon. 

Neither Tina nor I ever make it to work before one.

Life is good.

A little fucked-up, but good.