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Queen Bee

By: Softly



Justin and Anjie Southwick were born and raised in Pottsville. Pennsylvania. Their families were devout Quakers. Both attended the University of Pennsylvania, Reading, as day students. In fact, they commuted together. Now graduated, married, and settled in their own home in Pottsville, Justin was an assistant manager for the local branch of the Pottsville National Credit Union. 

Everything was perfect? Well, not really. These were two kids that were never allowed to let their hair down and hoot and holler. One night, just over a year after they were married, Justin was laying on Anjie with his cock in her. "Want too hear about my fantasy?" He ventured cautiously.

"Of course."

"I have never seen any woman other then you naked. I have the most powerful urge to be with another woman to feel her body and see another woman's breasts."

There was a long silence. Justin pushed himself up so that he could see Anjie's face. He looked at her. Her eyes were closed. Then she opened them. A smile played on her face.

"Justin, I have wanted to sleep with several men lately. I just put it out of my mind because I never dreamed that you had the same thoughts. Just yesterday, I was having lunch with Joan Cozzy and Karen Maple. Joan's husband had heard of a group of swingers in Harrisburg. Joan commented that she did not think that she could ever do that. Karen replied that Joan should not be so sure because if it was the right guy, Karen thought any woman would give it a try. I didn't say anything, but I pictured in my mind having a chance to go to bed with some of the guys that we used to see at the library. Justin, I got wet thinking about it."

Justin just looked at her lovely face. This was a new program for him. It was one thing for him to fantasize about having sex with others, but he had to think about Angie having another cock in her. His thoughts were brought into focus when Angie said, "Why don't you look into that Harrisburg Swingers club. Joan said they have a e-mail address; Harrisburg Pleasure@ aol.com."

Justin laughed as he said, "You remembered their e-mail address?"

"A girl can fantasize just like you can, you know."

Two weeks later, after trading several e-mails with a Liz Borden, of the swingers club, Justin and Anjie had their first meeting in Harrisburg. Liz and John Borden had supper with them at the Outback. Since there was a mutual attraction they retired to the Borden's home. Once there, Liz and Justin went to the bedroom off the den in the basement, while John and Anjie went to the master bedroom. 

John was a careful gentle lover. He stood five feet seven ,and weight one hundred and sixty pounds. Equipped with an average cock, he was the perfect man for Anjie first walk on the wild side. Angie was the youngest, and by far the most attractive woman he had sex with, as a swinger. Her soft womanly curves, and inviting black covered cunt gave her a Virginal appearance, which in fact, she almost was, since Justin was the only man she had ever had sex with.

Angie thought it was so neat to cuddle, and listen to John talk to her. Justin, bless him, was her love, but she knew everything he knew, and what he would say before he said it.

In the darkness, John gently stroked her, and then ever so gently probed her cunt with his tongue. The mystery, strange place, strange person, and finally the strange rhythm of his cock being thrust in her womb combined to produce a really great orgasm. Not once, but four times. 

Liz was an experienced swinger who used Justin to satisfy her lust. He was innocence personified. It was all the more fun for her to clamp her cunt and bring him to orgasm, at will. He was far more vocal then her, as he pumped his cum into her.

A month later, the two couples met again, and then proceeded to the home of the Richard and Marsha Wilding. It was a first for both Justin and Angie to have two sex partners in the same evening. For Justin, it was a bit overwhelming. For Angie, it was another thing altogether. Richard Wilding had seven inches of cock. For the first time, Angie felt a cock just bumping the end of her cervix. Angie thrust her cunt at him for maximum penetration. It felt so good.

During the Thanksgiving to Christmas period, both were so busy with their jobs, which included hours on Saturday, that they did not plan any outside events. Justin learned that he was being sent in April to a week long conference in Orlando. Justin and Angie both agreed that this was too much of an opportunity to miss. Surely there would be many new people in Orlando that would be willing to meet two young people that were experimenting with swinging.

They placed an ad in the "Florida Resource," a site devoted to swingers in the Sunshine state. The ad read as follows; "New to the Scene. Young, modern couple, age twenty-six, are interested in learning about the swinging scene from experienced swingers. Will be in Orlando from April 20 to April 27. He is 5' 9" and 155 pounds, with six inches. She is 5' 6" 127 pounds, and has nice B cup breasts. If you would like to introduce us to the lifestyle, please write."

Ray Horton read the ad, with interest. Ray wrote back an e-mail saying that he and his wife would be most interested in exploring all facets of the local swinging scene with them. He explained that he was 6', and 180 pounds, with over seven inches. His wife was 5' 4" 130 pounds, and had wonderful C-cup breasts. Her nude photo was attached. 

Justin was the first to see the e-mail. The woman in the photo was gorgeous. In a minute, Justin was sold on meeting with this couple. "Think of stroking my cock into her a few times?"

Angie, for her part, was interested. She sent an e-mail asking for a picture of this Ray. She sent him one of her in a bathing suit. What came back was a picture of a dark haired, good looking guy, that almost had Angie swooning. 

Finally, April 20 came. They arrived in Orlando. They had the weekend free. As soon as they were settled, Justin phoned Ray. A meeting was set up at the "Dancing Spoon" lounge for nine PM. Justin and Angie were there at eight PM. They dance, relaxed, and each drank three "Long Island Ice Teas." 

Right at nine PM, in walked a very good looking couple. It was Ray, and the woman in the photo that Ray identified as Gina. After a half hour, and two more drinks, Ray leaned over and whispered in Justin ear. He explained that it is better for new swinging couples to swing away from their spouses, so that they can feel free to react to the new person without the inhabitations of roll playing for their husband or wife. Of course, this made good sense to Justin. He looked at Angie. Angie was just staring at Ray. Thought she could just hear what Ray had told Justin, it had not registered to her that Ray wanted them to split up for the evening.

Justin said, "Okay by me." 

Ray leaned over close to Justin and whispered, confidentially , "You take Gina down the street to the Holiday Inn with your car. Stay there all night. I will bring Angie back here at ten AM. Take your time with Gina. She can go all night." Again, the drinks and background music prevented Angie from catching what was said.

Justin thought to himself, "He will have Angie all night, but hell he is just a guy. Won't be able to get it up more then three times. Must want to do her slow and easy?"

Justin got up and Kissed Angie on the cheek. He was drunk, so did not explain to her what was going on. "You be good. Have a good time."

"C'mon Gina." 

As Gina got up to go , she gave Ray a wink. Gina, was in fact a prostitute hired by Ray to spend the night with Justin and give him all the sex he could handle. She would make four hundred dollars for tonight's efforts. She was good. Very, very good.

They were out the door before Angie fully understood that she was now committed to being with Ray for the evening.

Ray stood up. Taking Angie's hand, he lead her to the parking lot. Soon they were on Interstate 4 heading Northeast of the city. At exit 49, they got off on to route 434 to Winter Springs. They pulled into a long drive. At the end was a large home. Angie was awed by the size of the place. It was beautiful. What she did not know was that it belonged to a huge man, Byron Clay, who is a lineman for the Buffalo Bills. With him in the house were two of his team mates, Thad Sherman, and Willard Dumas. Each of these men stood at least 6' 5" and weight over two hundred, and eighty pounds. 

Why was Ray bring Angie here? These men were known to anyone that is a football fan. Each is worth over twenty million dollars. They just wanted a no-strings evening of sex. But, they wanted a young sweet pussy that was new to men whose cocks would extend her. They enjoyed the conquest of a new young woman. Ray was paid five hundred dollars for each evening like this he set up.

Ray first took Angie to the wet bar, in the den. As he handed her a stiff drink, she noticed a very large, ten foot by ten foot bed in the corner of the den, with mirrors above it, and along the walls. The drinks had made her tipsy, and flirty. "I see you have a nice play area for us kiddies?"

"The best. For you Angie, I will provide the very best."

Angie felt herself beginning to get wet. Swaying slightly, her lust was getting the better of her. She took a step to be next to Ray. She boldly rubbed his cock through his pants. Ray kissed her neck, as he lowered her zipper. Gently he removed her dress, and then took off her bra and panties. Now, each had lust in their eyes, as he took off his clothes, and lead her by the hand to the bed. 

Angie still had the tan lines from last summer. Her breasts and bottom area which was covered by her bathing suit were starkly white. Her cunt brush, untrimmed since last summer, thickly hung on her pubic area. Ray's seven inch cock sprung to life. Thick, red, and throbbing, it danced before her eyes. Ray helped Angie on the bed, and then got on himself. On his knees, he approached a kneeling Angie. He kissed her on the lips, and caressed her tits.

"Oh, Oh, Oh Ooohhhoooo," she murmured. 

"Suck me Baby."

She hesitated. Then, ever so slowly she lowered herself to her hands and knees. Reaching up with one hand, she guided his throbbing cock into her mouth. As she did so, Ray lowered his body onto her back. He gripped her around the body, just below her breast. He thrust more of his cock into her mouth. Byron, Thad, and Willard walked out of the large closet. Byron got on the bed to Angie's rear. His cock glistened with a jell that would make it's passage into her a bit easier. 

Angie's white ass was protruding in the air. Angie felt the person get on the bed. She stiffened. Byron put one hand just forward of her hip, as he guided his cock to her hairy wet cunt. A seen inch finger probed for her slit. Then went into her. Angie moaned. Her cunt lips were spread. The finger went in and out several times.

Angie moaned as an orgasm begin to build. Byron placed his cock between the hairy lips of her pussy. With tender little thrusts, he eased the first six inches in. Angie arched her back, and moaned from the sensations. Byron grabbed her hips just ahead of both legs and drove his cock as far as he could into her pussy. All ten inches of him was now in Angie's belly. 

Her mouth opened, allowing more of Ray's cock in. She tucked up her stomach trying to lower her ass. Rays bear hug was controlling how little she could move as Byron's huge cock was having it's way with her cunt. 

A man of tremendous strength, Byron pounded his cock into her, as a stallion would breed a mare. The buns of her fanny distorted from the impact of his hips. Ray released her waist, and grabbed both tits. 

Ray could feel his balls tighten, then his cock got extra hard as he jetted a stream of his seed into her mouth. 

Freed for the distraction in her mouth, Angie looked back over her shoulder to see who was in her. She begin to pant. Her eyes rolled up, as the lids closed. Sweat beaded up in the small of her back, and then it came. It was the most wonderful orgasm. She lay her head on the bed, as wave after wave of convulsions gripped her body.

With a loud groan, Byron pumped his sperm deep into her belly.

"Bring her over here," Thad said. He was sitting sprawled on the couch. Willard picked up Angie and placed her, facing away from Thad, on his lap. He put his massive arm around her neck as he pushed a jell into her ass with his fingers. 

Angie's eyes opened wide. Before she could protest, Thad gave her a French kiss. 

Without saying a word, Thad raised her. He placed his cock at her anal opening. He released his support which allowed all her weight to settle on the end of his cock. Angie trued to bend to the side, but he stopped her, as his hips thrust upward. Two inches of his nine thick inches was in her. 

Thad reached under her arms, and placed his hands on her shoulders. This time when he thrust upward with his cock, he also pulled downward with his hands on her shoulders. 

Angie let out a moan of discomfort as nine thick inches of cock was buried deep into her. She thrust her head backward, arched her back, and at the same time tried to spread her legs so that her feet would have a purchase to lift her off the all invading cock in her.

Standing there, Willard saw her open her legs. With her back arched, and her cunt thrust forward,it was an inviting invitation to slide his cock into her gaping cum soaked cunt. He grabbed both her legs and raised them above her head. Leaning over and supporting his weight with his hands on the back of the couch, he lay his cock on her belly. It extended from her pussy to above her belly button. He lifted his ass in the air, and inserted his cock in her. As his balls pounded on her ass, Angie let out a wail of pure pleasure. "Aaaahhhaaaa,Ah, Ooohhhooooo, Oh, Oh, Oooooohhhhooooo." 

Thad and Willard, five hundred and seventy five pounds of manhood, had their way with one hundred and twenty-seven pound Angie. You could hardly see her little ass between them as their cocks each thrust deeply into her womanhood and ass. 

Thad cum in her ass. As Willard neared his climax, he grabbed both of her tits. Yanking hard, he thrush his cock deep into her. His sperm felt warn to her. As Willard backed away, Byron picked her up and lay her on the bed again. Byron lifted her legs. His cock ran deep into her pussy. Her face was even with his neck. Angie was a hump under his midsection. With explosive speed and power, the two hundred and ninety pound man drove his ten thick inches of cock deep into her so that he could relieve himself of the pent up lust he had generated seeing Thad and Willard driving their cocks into her. 

Beneath him, her moans begin, slowly at first, then louder. It was like the yowl of a mating cat, continually building until she was screaming at the top of her voice, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaa, Aaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaa, Oooooohhhhhooooo."

At that moment he shot his load. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, Aaahhh."

Angie thought it was over. As she closed her eyes, and let her legs spread, Ray climbed between her legs to fuck her, yet again. 

When he finished, she went into the nearby bathroom. Sitting on the potty, she fingered her anis and her pussy. Both were sore, but there was something deep within her, that she did not understand. An urge, a desire, a craving, whatever it was, she was in it's grip. She was shaking. She had to have more of their rough sex. She was going to go out there and invite them to used her again, and again. To them? They would use her hard again, as a woman sometimes wants to be used. She was the Queen Bee. They were the drones that would constantly stimulate, agitate, and arouse her womanhood. If she lived here, she would allow them to be the breeders of her children. They were, after all, the Alpha Males.

Standing, she studied herself in the mirror. "Do I know this person?" Her reflection revealed her slight womanly frame, her breasts with red hand marks on them. Even her belly was red from the hard impacts. "I wanted to have sex with real men. They don't get any more real then this."

As she re-entered the room, she inquired, "You don't suppose that you boys could give a girl a stiff drink before you, well, ah, have me again?"

All four men smiled broadly. Willard begin to stroke his cock.

At nine-fifteen AM, the next day, just before they left to meet Gina and Justin, Ray said to Angie, "You know, if you husband was told that you were gently fucked a couple of times by one man, it would seem in his mind that each of your sex experiences was an even exchange. He would not object to your doing it again, or would he notice where you went shopping during the time that he is tied up all day in his convention. If that was the case, you could spend a few hours out here every day, this week."

This was a new idea to Angie. She stopped, turned and slowly ran her eyes over the four men. 

"Nothing like us in Pottsville or Harrisburg," Ray intoned.

"I'll say. You know my vision is bad. I only see one man here." Angie said. Then she added, "Monday at nine-thirty AM?"

Be sure to vote.

Queen Bee



Most of my stories, so far, have been about me being submissive. I like a nice strong man on top of me most of the time. But every once in a while, it's nice to have my husband be my servant, for a little while. 

Having him go down on me is incredibly relaxing. It's nice to feel the directness of the pleasure as his tongue licks me down there. He'll usually do it to me just about any time I want. He enjoys the flavor, the smell and the way I react when he does it. 

The only problem is that I usually end up being at his mercy. He's a ruthless tease. It feels so good that I end up begging him to do more, begging him to make me come. It's OK, since he always finishes me off eventually, but sometimes I want it the other way around. Sometimes I want the control. 

When I'm in one of those moods, I take charge and turn oral sex into an opportunity to dominate my husband. 

A few days ago, I was feeling extremely horny and wanted a good hard come, done my way. I decided to go all out. 

He likes to take a nap when he gets home from work. That day, I let him go right to bed instead of the usual talking to him and finding out how his day went. I even tucked him in and made him nice and comfy. He knew something was afoot, but he also knew enough to keep silent and enjoy it.

About three hours later, I went to our main bathroom, showered, put on one of his favorite perfumes and slipped into a short, black, silk-satin nightgown. It may seem like a lot work, getting myself ready for him in order to dominate him but it's the particular style that I wanted at that moment. I wouldn't have gone to the trouble if I were going to be on top and take him, but this time I was being a seductress. This time I was going to manipulate him rather than taking him. 

I turned off all of the lights in the house and lit a few candles to take into the bedroom with me. 

When I entered the room, he was fast asleep. That's pretty typical. He usually sleeps for four hours or so when he takes an afternoon nap. My preparations had taken about a half hour so he had another half hour of nap in him. The timing was deliberate. I wanted him rested but not quite at full strength. He's more suggestible that way. 

I placed the candles around the room and climbed in bed on the "wrong side" (to his right as he lays on his back). 

He didn't wake up, so I leaned over him and put my perfumed wrist up to his nose. That, followed by a few gentle strokes and kisses, was enough to bring him around, but leave him just a little groggy. He was quite happy to wake up for me, especially since he had had almost the right amount of sleep. 

I kept him on his back and leaned over him to kiss him. After the first kiss, I whispered, "I want you to go down on me. I want you to do it my way." He grinned at me, expectantly and I confirmed for him, "Yes, when you're done, you can have me, as long as I can lay back and not have to do anything." 

That's our usual devil's bargain. His servitude for as long as I want it, traded for my weak defenseless body afterward. He readily agreed and made room for me to slide over to the middle of our king sized bed. He knew where to start. I laid back. 

He began by kissing me passionately on the lips, lighting up the nerves around my mouth. I took his hand and put it on my chest, silently directing him where to touch me through my nightgown. His hands did a wonderful job of warming me up, not that I needed a lot of help. 

After I was ready for him to move on, I took his face from mine and began to point to places on my body where I wanted to be kissed. Usually, when we make love, we don't speak. We don't need to. Besides, we like to hear the small sounds of breathing and blankets rustling. 

I pointed to the nape of my neck on the left side, the side closest to him, and he gently nibbled. There was a little dab of perfume waiting for him behind my ear. The perfume works like a drug on him, inflaming his passion and breaking any will he may have had to resist. 

He nibbled his way back to that little spot behind my ear that tickles so nicely and sends goose bumps all over my body. 

After just a moment, he moved up to the ear itself and nibbled for a while, especially the ear lobe. He carefully removed my earring with his teeth. I turned my head to him and allowed him to remove the other one. They were the kind with loops and no backs so it was a simple matter of slowly withdrawing them through the holes. Of course, he had to use his tongue and lips to avoid hurting me, and that drove me nuts. 

Once the earrings were off, I pointed to the spot at the base of my neck, just to the side of my throat, where I like to get hickeys. He gave me a really good one, taking his time, using mostly his tongue and lips. By this point, I was very wet, and my legs were stretching and parting involuntarily. I was beginning my internal battle for control of myself, a battle I had to win in order to stay in control of him.

I guided him down to my breasts, allowing him to slip the spaghetti straps from my shoulders so he could access the nipples. He licked and kissed and sucked on both breasts in spirals, according to patterns I drew on them with my finger. There were little bits of perfume in the warm spots below and between to reward him and further intoxicate him.

When I was ready, I drew my finger down my tummy, straight down from my nipple to the edge of my "V". I avoided the belly button; that tickles too much. He kissed the line slowly and obediently. It was incredible. Once he was at the corner of the triangle, he moved between my legs and gently lifted the edge of my nightgown. 

I put an extra pillow under my head so I could see him and reach him easily. I also handed him the breathing tube. It lets him continue to breath while his face is buried deep between my legs. That way, he doesn't need to come up for air. I wasn't going to let him.

He was on his hands and knees, between my legs, awaiting my instructions. I let him stay there for a moment so I could see him in his submissive posture. I smiled at him and put my finger at the left corner of my triangle, indicating where he should begin. 

As he bowed to my nest of coarse dark hair, my hand slipped behind his head and brought him down exactly where I wanted him. I didn't really need to do that; he already knew where to go; but this wasn't informative. I was taking complete bodily control. He was the drone to my queen bee. 

I pushed his head firmly and forcefully into the corner, where there was another small spot of perfume waiting, and pressed his lips into the exact spot that I wanted kissed. It tickled horribly but that didn't matter any more. My legs and hips wiggled involuntarily from the tickling but I kept him in place with my hand behind his head. 

It was OK for me to loose a little control now, since I had him physically pinned down. I could still control him even though I couldn't completely control myself.

After a moment, I wrapped my legs around his back and squeezed, holding him to me. His hands ran up my thighs and under my hips to squeeze me as he kept kissing, sucking and licking on that one little spot off in the corner. He wasn't in my pussy yet. He was close. 

A few minutes of that was all I needed.

Taking hold of his ears with both hands, I massaged them with my fingertips and thumbs. It was his warning that I was about to start moving him. 

I moved him over to the center, putting his lips at the top, well outside my lips, on that pressure point where I put my thumb when I'm doing my own touching. 

My left hand switched to the back of his head while the right continued to play with his earlobe. I pushed him down harder, wanting pressure against me, and wanting more feeling of domination over him. 

He resisted - tried to pull his head up. I smiled, silently thanking him as I squeezed his ear between my fingers and pulled him in harder with my left hand. It hurt him a little but not too much since I didn't use my fingernails. 

His muffled whine of displeasure was enough to get me going. I squeezed harder until we both knew it was hurting a little too much. I sustained the pressure a moment to hear his increasingly loud, but still muffled, moans of pain, then I eased up. 

We both need that. The vast majority of the time, he's in control. He can do pretty much anything he wants, simply by pushing my emotional buttons and taking advantage of me. I love it, and I love the way he manipulates me, but every once in a while I need to do this to him just to remind him and remind myself who's really in charge. 

As we all know, a man's only real purpose in life is to service his woman. Earning a living, helping raise children and all of that other stuff is busy work. We both need to be restored, if only for a moment, to our proper places in the scheme of things.

His needs are met as well as mine. There's something in him that gets off when I demand this from him. When I take charge, the one thing I usually want him to do is to get between my legs and pleasure me with his face. For him, it's also an unspoken admission of how much I want him. 

I'd had enough preliminaries. I returned my hands to grip the tops of his ears and pushed him farther down and in, pinching just enough to hear a slight yelp. His tongue and lips went just inside the top ridge, just above my center, and began to go to work on me. I started to melt. His hands kneaded my bottom from underneath and I felt my control slipping away... 

No... Not yet...

I squeezed his ears hard and made him yelp again, just for an instant. I could feel the vibration of the sound as I heard it, muffled by my muff. I squeezed once again, a little harder but just for a moment. He whimpered and started to pull away. That was enough. 

I tightened my legs around his head and pulled him in, increasing the pressure on his ears but not squeezing. His sounds turned darker, like a lion consuming his prey. He was enjoying it and my lack of willpower was hidden from his mind. All he knew was that I was being more demanding and forcing him to pleasure me. He was distracted enough to not sense my internal struggle.

It only took a minute of this to restore my emotional state and my self-control, but I continued a moment longer, enjoying the pressure of his face on me.

Satisfied with the preliminary licking, I used my thumbs on the top of his head to push him lower. It was time for him to begin in earnest. His tongue swarmed over my lips and clit and briefly entered me below. I moaned and arched my hips to him, giving him better access and pulling him in even more with my feet around his shoulders and head. 

Closing my eyes and listening to him slurp and lick, I held him there and smiled as my servant did my bidding. 

I can't get this feeling any way other than from his mouth on my pussy. I've tried using my hands, vibrators, and even the occasional visit of another lover between my legs, but there's no substitute. No one, man or woman has ever figured out how to do me the way he does. But, since he does it on my command, whenever I want it, that's good enough for me. 

To keep my composure, I didn't let him tease me on his own. He had to tease me my way and at my pace. The teasing was to end when I said it would end. 

He told me a couple of years ago that he likes to spell words in capital letters around my clit with his tongue. An "A" is when his tongue angles up from my right, almost brushing the head as it goes just above it and then back down at an angle to the left, followed by a little flick underneath for the crossbar. 

You can imagine what the letters "O" and "G" and "U" feel like...

Well, when I want specific control of what he's doing, instead of his usual excruciating teasing, I give him words to spell. I started with "ELEPHANT". The sound of that one word broke the silence that had reigned for the better part of an hour.

ELEPHANT. That's seven times his tongue crosses the tip, coming at it from all directions. Oh how I love ELEPHANTs. I made him do two more. 

After that, I needed a little rest, so I told him to give me a trillion. That's a one with twelve zeros. It's a good way to keep myself at a plateau. My heart was racing and my breathing getting slower and deeper.

At the end of the zeros, I was ready for something intense, so I had him spell "GIGGLES" a whole bunch of times. It's very silly and ticklish with lots of swirls and flicks. It makes me giggle while he's doing it. 

That got me close enough to coming that I let him continue freestyle, meaning he could work his magic on me and take me over the edge his way, but with no teasing allowed. It's his secret method I told you about. He won't tell me how he does it and it's the one secret I allow him to keep. 

It didn't take but half a minute to bring me to my first orgasm. 

I clamped down on him to keep him in place, not that I needed to. 

He took me to three more orgasms, nice hard ones; then I told him to stop.

Another nice thing about being in control: I can wait while I come down from an orgasm and have him start the next one exactly when I want it. It's a real trip. 

I said, "start" and he started licking me off. When I had come a second time, I said, "stop" and he withdrew his tongue and let me rest. That's all I had to do, tell him to start and stop. 

I got it exactly the way I wanted, for as long as I wanted it. Eight times. That was enough. God only knows how fast or slow it was, how much time elapsed. Orgasm time has nothing to do with a clock.

In the end, though, it's not the number or quality of orgasms that makes it so good and it's certainly not the length of time. It's the rush of having him serve me, do whatever I tell him to, and the fact that he enjoys doing it. Having a really strong, sexy hunk of a man bow down and worship me, there's nothing else like it.

My desire to be in control doesn't last beyond my orgasms. 

Once I came down from the high of it all, I released him and he straightened up, with his beard and face dripping wet. I tossed him the towel that we keep in the headboard for him to dry off with. It took only a few seconds and then he looked at me from above. 

That's when my mood changed. He loomed over me and caught his breath. My strength had drained from my body. I no longer cared what he did as long as I could just lay there and enjoy it.

It's a familiar plot: Having completely satisfied me, he uses my weakness to his advantage and begins to take his pleasure on me. The Devil comes to claim my soul. I give it willingly, the trade having been more than worth it. His hands take my wrists and pin them beside me. His fire and brimstone burn hot as his pitchfork drives into me. 

But there's a subtlety to it. 

He's a kindly devil. His fierce, animalistic thrusts aren't brutal. They're strong but savored. His restraining hands and chest press me firmly, but he uses only token force to hold me in place. He squeezes hard briefly, just to show me that he can, and forestall any resistance I might think to offer, but we both know I can't resist. My body is weak, my will is expended and my eternal gratitude is laid bare before him. I won't even think of resisting.

The tables are almost fully turned, except that I don't have to do any work. I can just lie there. 

This is one of those moments in our lives when I'm truly helpless. I don't care what he does to me, so long as he loves me. His lips descend for a kiss, his face still damp and reeking of sex. My own scent from his face mixes with his sweat and breath, joining forces to drug me as I had drugged him earlier. 

My body responds to the narcotic and meets his thrusts. I marvel at the joy of womanhood: that I truly want to yield to the man who, moments ago, was my willing slave. There's something, some intangible essence that brings me here. It's carried in his scent and even in my own. I'm addicted to it: craving it, needing it, enjoying it, loving it. 

My hips thrust, supporting him, helping him, their energy coming from within him, radiating to me through his member deep inside me. 

I breathe deeply, willingly taking another dose of the drug. I absorb it and complete my surrender, moaning incoherently. Somehow, my body begins the ascent to yet another orgasm, but I don't care about orgasms any more.

Somewhere deep inside me, I feel the pulse of his seed being delivered. Millions of invaders rush in, seeking to change my life forever. He doesn't ask permission. He never does. As the invaders arrive, my orgasm begins. My doors open to welcome his minions. I'm a willing collaborator, conceding my keep and castle to his conquerors. 

I wonder if this will be the moment when I conceive his child. 

In the space of a few minutes, I've gone from queen bee to... well... queen bee, I guess.

Why? Why don't I stay in control? Why do I usually lie back for him in the end? 

It's simple, really... It just feels so damned good. 



Queen Bee



In any society there is an in group and the others. School, work, friends – these are all little societies in their own way and each has their own in group. The same thing applies to university life, which is where I'm currently at. And where I am, that's where the in group is, because I define the in group.

I'm the Queen Bee, and everything circles around me. (Actually, my name's Bea, but I prefer Bee.) I've got beauty and boobs, brains and boys. The boys hang around me because of the first two items. The girls hang around because of the latter two – the last mainly. 

I'm also charismatic, popular with everyone. No-one tries to upstage me. Not twice, anyway. The girls know damn well that if they try to upstage me they'll be on the outer, looking in. The boys, they know if I put the word out none of the girls in the in crowd would dream of dating them. Too hazardous to their position in the in group. 

I don't have a specific boyfriend. I like to keep several of them hanging around. I can treat them like dirt and they just lap it up. If one looks like slipping the leash before I'm ready to let him go I flash some cleavage and pay him a bit of dedicated attention. He won't even notice when I fasten the choke collar on him and bring him to heel.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not having sex with these guys. Gosh, I won't even be eighteen until next week. I'm just using them for practice. After I turn eighteen, we'll see. Depend on what's in it for me before I'll agree to have sex. I wouldn't want the boys to think I'm too easy. Not much chance of that, I think. A little cleavage and they all turn into idiots.

My eighteenth birthday was on a Saturday, and everything changed that day. I'd barely got out of bed and John, one of my current beaus, was on the line. He wished me a happy birthday and had a favour to ask. He knew I was going to the mall to do some shopping that morning. (I had birthday money that was just waiting to be spent.) Could I drop past his place on the way to the mall? I'd be passing his place so it shouldn't be a problem and he had something he wanted to give me.

No problem as far as I was concerned. I was curious as to what sort of present he had for me. (I was also wondering what my other beaus would get me. It's nice to be eighteen and have young men vying for your attention.)

Later that morning I was approaching John's place when I ran into Paul, another beau. He wished me a happy birthday and asked if I was on my way to John's place. I told him I was and he laughed.

"Me, too," he said. "I was hoping to get there before you. I want to see your face when John lets you have his present. I'm contributing to it, you know."

I was really interested now. If both John and Paul had chipped in to get me something it should be something decent. I was almost dancing as I went along.

"Just knock and go in," Paul said when we reached John's. "They are expecting you, after all."

"They?" I asked.

"I think Mike and Adam will also be there. We sort of got together when discussing your birthday, wanting to get you the perfect present."

Now I was really smiling. Four young men wanting to flatter me and a mysterious present. I knocked on the door and kept right on going. Just inside the door there was this big sign, all decorated.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE QUEEN BEE.

YOU'RE EIGHTEEN.

I laughed and then the boys were there congratulating me. I was thanking them with a big smile, throwing back my shoulders a little to emphasise my cleavage. Knowing I was stopping at John's place I'd made sure I was showing a nice cleavage. The least I could do if I was getting a present, don't you think?

"I bet you're wondering what we're giving you," said John with a big smile.

I admitted that I was curious.

"Well, you're our Queen Bee. We wanted something special that a Queen Bee would expect. Do you know what really makes the Queen Bee stand out in the hive?"

Not really, apart from the fact that she ruled the show.

"Ah, no, not really," I confessed.

"She's the only female in the hive. The males, they're the drones, spend their happy short lives screwing her. Now you're our very own Queen Bee and we're your drones."

With that John unzipped and whips out his cock, which was horribly erect.

I took a step back with a little shriek, to find the other guys were also whipping out their own erections. Suddenly I seemed to be surrounded my men with stiffs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I shrieked.

"You're eighteen," John replied. "We can fuck you now. It was my idea so I'm going first. Bet you didn't expect this sort of a present. You'll find it's great fun." 

The hell I would. I was out of there. I spun around to leave and found myself facing Paul and his cock. 

"Now just hold on a minute," I said. "This is going to be a case of thank you, but no thank you. If you'll excuse me, you can colour me gone."

They ignored my comment. Adam and Mike grabbed my arms and held me while Paul pulled my skirt up, revealing my panties. John then made a big production of pulling them down, and I didn't even get a good kick at him.

"OK, Bee," John said. "What I'd like to happen now is for Adam and Mike to let you go and you finish undressing on your own. Deal?"

"Get fucked," I yelled at him. "You can just let me go and I'm out of here."

John shrugged and nodded to the guys. They promptly picked me up, lowered me to the carpet and pinned me there. They then each took a turn at removing an article of clothing while the other three held me down. It didn't take long and I was naked. They even took off my shoes.

Apart from stripping me (and making rude comments while doing so) the boys hadn't actually done anything. Mind you, stripping me was bad enough. I'd never been naked in front of a man before, let alone in front of four of them. Now that I was naked, my temporary reprieve was over.

All four of then started touching me and stroking me. Each one of them held an arm or leg in one of their hands while their other hand was busy touching me everywhere. When I mean everywhere I mean just that. Fingers would run through my hair and touch my face, teasingly pulling my lips apart. Hands stroked my breasts and seemed to linger on my nipples. Adam and Paul both played with a nipple at the same time, apparently trying to see which one could get a nipple to stand erect first.

Their hands wandered over my tummy and my thighs. John and Mike were holding my legs and they were holding them well apart, letting them run their hands up the insides of my legs and poking me at the top. For god's sake, I just hadn't realised how sensitive my mound would be to men touching it. 

They laughed and chatted and insulted me while touching and stroking. They each found time to lean over me, letting me feel their erections brushing against me. I was squirming and wriggling and swearing at them, all actions that were totally useless.

Finally they let me go, warning me to stay just where I was. I did. I'm not sure if it was because I was scared (I didn't think so – I was feeling more furious that frightened) or because I didn't know what else to do. It's not as though I could jump up and run outside, not without clothes on. At this point I also thought they were playing a rotten joke on me. I didn't think for a moment that they would actually have sex with me. I mean, these were my beaus, my lapdogs, as I thought of them. They wouldn't really hurt me.

I admit my belief took a bit of a beating when I saw that they were all stripping off.

"We originally thought we'd just pin you down while we took turns," John told me, "but we decided that wouldn't be fair, four to one. We finally agreed that we have to take you one on one, and if you can fight any of us off, good luck to you."

I'm like, "What?" and John pounced on me. Literally. One moment he's standing next to me, naked, cock sticking way out in front of him, the next he's dropped down and is landing on top of me.

I screamed and started struggling, wriggling and squirming under him, doing my best to hit him. He was far too strong. He caught my arms and pushed them above my head, holding my wrists in one hand. I couldn't even close my legs. I hadn't guessed that I'd need to and they were still parted when John pounced. (I mean, why would I try to protect my modesty when I was naked and they had all poked me down there anyway.)

With my hands held above my head and John already resting between my thighs I guess I was easy for him. I could feel him fumbling around with my pussy and then this thing was pushing against me.

It is one thing to know about sex in theory. This is the age of the internet. Anyone with even a modicum of curiosity would have checked out some porn on the 'net and I'm just as curious as anybody else.

It's a hell of a different thing when you come face to face with a man's cock for the first time and it's trying to wriggle its way into you. I bucked and squealed and John just laughed as he pushed himself against me. My god, he felt huge. I was struggling and swearing at him, telling him most bitterly what I thought of him, and while I was doing that I could feel him making progress.

Suddenly he was butting up against my hymen and he just pushed harder than ever. Just like that he popped my cherry (to the sound of a painful scream, I might add) and then, while the other guys cheered, he continued pushing his cock inside me.

It seemed to go in for ever. He just kept pushing and pushing and I could feel him going deeper and deeper. I'd seen his damned cock. It had been sticking out in front of him and it hadn't looked that big. It sure felt it though, bashing away at my poor passage and making room for itself. I was actually relieved when I found that he was fully inside me.

I knew what was coming, of course. When he started pumping back and forth I was ready for it, expecting it. It was supposed to be nice. Girls like this, John told me, happily bouncing on me. I've got news for him. It wasn't doing anything for me. I just lay there, feeling him pushing in and out, wanting it to be over.

John just pumped away for a minute or so and then he gasped and gave a few fast pumps and I could feel something splashing inside me and I knew he'd ejaculated into me. It had, I assure you, done nothing for me.

John rolled off me, grinning like a loon, looking real smug. As soon as he let me go I was sitting up, fighting mad, reaching for him. It must have been Paul's turn next because he promptly grabbed me. (Not soon enough. I got in one swipe at John and scratched him nicely. Swine.)

Paul didn't try to push me flat on my back so he could jump me. He rolled me over onto my tummy, grabbing me by the hips and hoisting my bottom into the air. I knew what he wanted and it was easier to just go along with it. Fighting John hadn't got me anything but accolades for amusing them.

Still, I made my protest as Paul stuck me. He didn't just jam it in the way John had, though. He lined up on me and eased his way into me. I was busy squalling and protesting but I could feel the difference. Paul was taking me over just a little bit at a time and it made a huge difference. 

Instead of my resenting it I found that I quite liked the sensation, his cock slowly creeping into me and filling me. I could feel myself adjusting to him, fitting myself around him, and what he was doing felt natural and right. I could hardly believe it when I found that his groin was now pressed firmly against me. He'd slipped in so easily, and it felt good.

Now that he was set Paul started his own version of pumping me. He'd pull slowly out, my passage dragging against him then he'd push back in, firmly, but not too hard. His arms were wrapped around me, his hands caressing my breasts, and he was whispering in my ear, calling me sweetheart and urging me to move with him.

His activities felt nice. If this was how a girl was supposed to feel then John had a lot to learn. I found myself going along with Paul's blandishments, rocking on the spot, pushing back to meet him as he drove into me. He kept going, too, pumping on and on, his movements changing from firm to vigorous, but I didn't mind. I was keeping up with him and I was starting to feel excitement as he took me.

I was expecting him to finish at any moment. After all, I only had John's short performance to judge against, but Paul apparently had a lot more stamina or was just a slow-poke. A slow poke was what he would do every so often. He'd pause in his happy dance, pull right back and then sink back into me dead slowly, so slowly that I wanted to yell at him to hurry up and put it in. Then he'd be off again, bouncing against me, my bottom bouncing up and down as I moved with him.

And all the time my excitement was growing. I wasn't complaining about being raped at this stage; I was bouncing along, giving my full cooperation, giving breathy little cries and waiting to see what was next.

What was next was Paul turning into a jack-hammer and really assaulting my poor pussy. I didn't care. I just squealed and did my best to keep up and then I climaxed, my whole body seeming to explode inside me, turning me inside out. I was aware that Paul had groaned and his cock was throbbing inside me as he released himself, but those were minor issues. What mattered was my own climax and I just revelled in it, unable to do anything else.

The trouble with a climax is that you don't know what is happening while you're enjoying it. I slowly came down out of the clouds and started focusing on the world around me. Things sure had changed. I was back to being flat on my back but my legs were lifted so high I was almost bent double and I could see my own pussy. I'm not kidding. I'm looking down and I can see myself, see my lips all pouty and puffy.

I could also see Mike waiting there, his cock resting against my lips. I guess he heard my gasp of shock as he looked at me, grinned, and started pushing forward. I guess he must have learnt something from watching Paul because he pushed into me quite slowly as well, letting me see him entering me, which was quite nerve wracking really. I could feel him inside me and I could see how much more was coming. If John had taken me like this I'd have had a heart attack.

It quickly became apparent to me that Mike should have done a lot more studying of Paul's technique. No sooner was he in me and he was bouncing away at a great rate. At least, I now knew enough to be able to match him, but he was doing too much, too soon.

Yes, I was enjoying it. (After a fashion.) Yes, my excitement was rising again. I was aroused and responding. It wasn't even a conscious decision. My body was saying, cock, in me, bounce. The trouble was I wasn't excited enough. I wasn't aroused enough. He was doing too much, too early. I just knew he wasn't going to last. There's nothing worse than being right when you don't want to be.

Mike finished way too soon, gasping and bouncing and thrashing about as though his last days had come, leaving me unmoved, but horny. A fucking feeble effort, I thought. Or should I say a feeble fucking effort. They should have schools where men can go and learn what to do.

I knew what was next, or thought I did. Adam's turn. While annoyed that I was going to let him have a turn I didn't mind too much. My pussy was agitated and burning, wanting someone to finish what Mike had started. Adam still managed to shock me. Did he promptly pounce and start in on me? Not him.

Would you believe he just laid back, cock pointing skyward. (That's not quite right. When he was lying down his cock was pointing at his chin, but pointing skyward sounds better.)

"Sit," he commands me, waving towards his erection. I stared at him and then looked at the other guys. They were all just looking at me with interest, wanting to see how I'd take this challenge.

So I sat, moving carefully, feeling him adjust the position of his cock so that I sank down onto it. For once I was controlling the way a cock entered me and I took it damned slowly, pleased to note that Adam was actually sweating before I finally settled onto him.

"Fine," said Adam, breathing hard. "Now fuck me."

"What?" I squeaked.

"I'm lazy," he said with this evil smirk. "You must know what to do by now, so start doing it."

Ye gods and little fishes, this was different. Not only was I getting raped but now I had to do the actual raping of myself. Just how lazy can a guy get?

So I started sliding up and down his cock. It's not as easy as it sounds. It's one thing to do it when the man is doing most of the work, sticking it to you and all you have to do is react. Adam was just lying there, and I had to work out how to slide up and down his pole. 

I tried just rocking in place and that sort of worked. I could feel the friction and my pussy was perking up and taking notice, but it wasn't anything like those long hard thrusts that Paul had been giving me. I had to experiment, didn't I, trying out different motions, seeing which ones would let me pull up off Adam and sink back down.

Eventually I got something going, lying flat on top of him, flexing my hips to slide up and down. I took it slowly, as slowly as possible, wanting time for my arousal to fully awaken and giving my excitement time to grow. Also, from what I'd seen so far, moving fast made the guy come fast, and I wanted this to last until I was the one coming.

I pushed against him, taking my time, slowly grinding along. For a change, Adam was the one swearing, while I was the one concentrating on getting that cock moving along my passage. A small pleasure that, but you take your wins where you find them.

I managed to drag it out for quite a while, Adam almost writhing under me at the end. I kept on expecting him to scream, grab me, and fuck like a threshing machine, he looked so tense, but he didn't. It was almost as if he had a bet on that he didn't want to lose. 

At the end I was the one to scream and start bouncing wildly, a climax hitting me hard. I heard Adam groan and he started bucking under me, finding his own relief.

This time when I came out of my climax I felt nothing but relief. It was finally over. They'd all had their turns and I could get dressed and go.

John reached down and took my hand, helping me to my feet. My legs were feeling distinctly wobbly. 

"Just brace yourself against the couch," John told me. "Take a moment while you get your breath back."

"I'll be fine," I insisted, trying to straighten up, and finding his damn hand holding me firmly bent over the couch.

"I'm not asking, I'm telling," he said softly.

I was immediately back to my, "What? Why?" questions.

"Why do you think? You're the Queen Bee and we're all young and healthy. We're ready for round two."

With that he was sliding back into me.

"Don't worry," he tells me. "We've all fired off once. This time we'll be able to take our time and really draw things out. You'll find you'll like it better the second time round."



Queen Bee Sora



I cannot believe I'm stuck in Mandingo. This was not how Sora had envisioned spending the remainder of her senior year of high school. Sora had lived her whole life up to this point in Japan, having turned 18 the previous week. When her father was dispatched to the United States in order to increase his company's market base, she was optimistic that it would be bearable living in Los Angeles or New York, world class cities with diverse populations. Instead, he was sent to Mandingo, American Midwest, in order to be near the geographic center of the United States. It was an affluent but small city, at least compared to her beloved Tokyo, Sora noted. Sora never wanted to leave Tokyo. She had a great life in Tokyo, with tons of girlfriends and the most popular boy in her district, Shigeru, wrapped around her finger. She really was the queen bee at her previous school, a role which she relished. Now she had to live in this shitty little hick town, in a foreign country and with a foreign language. There probably aren't even any Asians here, she lamented.

Sora knew that she had to stop her depressing thoughts. It was her first day of school, although as it was October the other students had started already, and she had to finish getting ready. She looked over herself in the mirror. She was 5'2 with light honey brown skin with a tinge of yellow. She admired her perfectly straight hair, jet black and falling down to her lower back. Her hair had been the envy of every girl in her old school. Even her bangs, currently cut straight across her forehead like many Japanese girls, were immaculate. As she was accustomed to attending private school, Sora wore a checkered red and navy skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. Sora examined her legs, which were slender but still retained a very feminine beauty. Japanese boys had gone crazy for them. She wore a white blouse, and noted that it clung to her white D-cup bra. Sora had been the bustiest girl in her old school, and every boy had coveted her breasts. She had used this to her advantage, as she regularly flirted with the boys in the school to get what she wanted. You don't just become queen bee for nothing, she thought to herself. There are probably some huge amazon women here in Mandingo with H-cup breasts though. Still, she knew none would match her beauty. Sora's dark brown eyes, glassy and innocent, really were spectacular. She had s little stubby nose that all men found cute, and full succulent lips. Sora finished applying lip gloss, slipped on her black one inch clog heels and hopped downstairs, suitably impressed with herself.

Sora grabbed her little black knapsack, swung it over her shoulder and headed out the door without a word to her parents. She was still angry with them over the move. She made the five minute walk down the street and arrived at Mandingo high. It was a large white school with large lawns surrounding it. There were already hundreds of kids milling around. Sora had heard that there were 3,000 students attending the school. She looked around at the other students. Mostly white kids, with a few black kids mixed in. As far as she could tell her suspicion had been correct. No Asians. 

Suddenly Sora fell to the ground. She saw two girls storm past her. They turned around to see who they had knocked over. The girl on the right spoke first. She was 5'7, white and had long, red hair that fell into large curls. She was wearing jean shorts and a tight green t-shirt that hugged what appeared to Sora to be a pair of DDs. She stomped around in brown work boots.

"Watch where you're going you... an Asian?! Since when do we have an Asian here?!" She asked.

The other girl was black, and the first black person Sora had ever seen in person. She was 5'9 and had an afro. She wore jeans, black sneakers and a yellow tanktop. She was muscular, but had by far the largest ass Sora had ever seen. 

"Awwwww meee sooooo SAAWEEEEE" The black girl sarcastically said.

English was not her first language, but Sora was fluent. She had watched television shows and movies in English for as long as she could remember and had picked up quite a bit. A bit of studying over the summer left her more than adequate with the language. Still, before she could respond to the girls they ran off laughing. Sora fumed. Bitches.

Sora's first three classes were humiliating. All of her teachers made a point of introducing her to the class like some sort of alien. Clearly the people of Mandingo had never even seen an Asian in person. The boys just looked at her like an alien, but the girls turned their noses up at her and scrunched their eyebrows dismissively when looking her way. Her class before lunch had been the worst. Her teacher, Mr. Flutesnoot, was particularly interested in Japan and asked her many questions. Sora pretended not to be able to understand him, and was highly embarrassed by the whole situation. He told her that she might want to check out the computer lab before lunch, although it would not be as impressive as the lab she was used to. Yes, Sora thought. Of course all Asians are into computers. Ignorant moron. Mercifully, the bell rang.

Sora decided to avoid the lunchroom. She did not feel like being stared at and looked down on by thousands of students. Sora took an apple out of her bag and headed toward the computer lab. Hopefully it's empty, she thought. Maybe I can talk to my friends at home on the computer for the whole hour. 

Sora walked into the computer lab and looked around. Good, she thought. All alone. Sora sat at a keyboard and logged in with her school password. She suddenly heard heavy breathing and turned around, confused.

"Umm... ahh... hel.. hello" She heard come from the corner. Sora raised her eyebrows.

"Hello?"

Sora saw two boys stand up. The first was a chubby white boy with greasy brown hair. He was covered in acne. The second was a rail thin black boy wearing glasses and with hair that seemed to rise on the sides and droop in the middle. Both were just like the nerds that Sora had been in American movies and TV shows.

"Ahhh are you lost?" The scared looking white boy asked.

"No... this is the computer lab?" Sora asked.

"Yeppers." The equally scared black boy responded. 

Both boys looked at Sora with bulging eyes.

"Something wrong?" Sora asked, confused by their stares.

"No... it's just... we never see girls in the computer lab." Responded the black boy.

"Yes, definitely a rarity!" The white boy responded.

"Sorry..." Sora felt awkward speaking with the two strange boys.

"Are you from Japan?!" the white boy asked.

"Do you like anime?!?!" the black boy followed up.

"It's ok I guess... and yes I am..." Sora responded. Sora enjoyed some Japanese cartoons as a child, but did not want to be stereotyped.

The boys were excited by her response. Within moments they introduced themselves and began bombarding her with questions. The white boy was Martin, and the black boy was Louis. They were both huge fans of computers and anime. They were also extremely interested in Japan and considered themselves experts on the topic. Seeing an actual Japanese girl, particularly one as beautiful as Sora, walk into their computer lab was like a dream come true. They both tried to show her as much of their favourite anime as was possible in the lunch hour. Sora feigned interest, which encouraged them further. Sora noticed both boys occasionally getting lost staring at her chest and legs.

When it was almost time for the warning bell the boys told Sora they would show her to her next class. Neither of them would take their eyes off of her. Sora was happy to have male attention again, even if it was from two boys as awkward as Martin and Louis. In Japan, the most popular boys in the school would escort her to her class. Sora was disappointed to see the two girls who had knocked her down standing just inside the classroom she was supposed to be entering. I hate those bitches, she thought. They appeared to be talking to their boyfriends.

"Who are they?" Sora asked. 

"Ah well that is Sharmell." Martin said pointing to the black girl.

"And that is Jerimiah" Louis finished, pointing to the black boy standing with her.

Jeremiah was 6'4 and very muscular. He had dark brown skin and wore short dreadlocks. He was wearing a black Mandingo football jersey and jeans. Sora had never seen a black man like this before. He was actually decent looking, Sora thought, for a black man anyway. He had a thin nose for a black man, but large black lips. He was much bigger than any man Sora had been in Japan. In Japan black people were looked down upon as stupid and inferior, only having the ability to compete in mindless athletic activities. This was a belief that was shared by Sora's family, herself included. 

"Yeah, they've been dating since seventh grade" Martin continued.

"Jeremiah is the running back on the football team and co captain of the basketball team." Louis added.

"He's being recruited by tons of universities for next year." Martin noted.

"We both have acceptance letters to Yale and Ha..."

"Who is that?" Sora interrupted Louis, pointing at the white guy talking to her red haired enemy.

"Ohh... that's Austin... everyone loves him. His eighteenth birthday party last month was the social event of the year. He's the quarterback of the football team, co-captain of the basketball team, head of student council, member of..."

Sora stopped listening. Austin was 6'2 and quite well defined. He wore jeans and a white t-shirt, and Sora was quite impressed with how well he filled them. His blonde hair was combed carefully to the side and kept short on the sides and in back. He had very handsome features, she noted, and a very nice smile. Sora knew that in North America many Asian women and white men became couples. Looking at Austin, she could see why. He even puts Shigeru to shame, she thought to herself. And he's popular. I want him. I always get what I want.

"... and that of course is Cher. She's hot and everything but a total priss. Head cheerleader, student council and all that. They've been together since seventh grade too." Louis informed her.

Cher. I want what you have, Sora thought.

"Heyyyy look Shar, it's the Asian girl and the two dweebs!" Cher yelled in Sora's direction.

"Awwww don't they look cute together! They belong together." Sharmell yelled in response.

Sora was mortified. She ran to the back corner of the class and sat down. She hated them.

The rest of the day flew by, as Sora thought about how much she hated Cher and Sharmell, and how handsome she thought Austin was. Jeremiah was OK looking for a black guy, she admitted. After school Sora hurried home and hopped on the computer. She Skyped with her friends and with Shigeru. The whole time she was distracted by her thoughts of Austin. I wonder if he likes Asian girls, she mused. Lots of white guys seem to.

Sora changed into a long yellow tshirt and went to bed. I should be the most popular girl here, she told herself. I can be. Austin is popular. If I had him, I would be popular too. I can do this. I will be queen bee again.

Sora was horny as she went to bed. She thought of Shigeru. He had been the most handsome boy in her school, 5'10 and well built. Sora thought back to the sex she had enjoyed with Shigeru. She knew that she kept him more than satisfied. Shigeru never lasted more than 5 minutes with his gorgeous girlfriend. Sora had enjoyed the sex too, she told herself. She had enjoyed the orgasms she had during sex. They were not as great as the orgasms she heard about from American movies, but they were still enjoyable. Still, she found that she derived more pleasure from touching herself. She began rubbing her vagina. Sora kept her vagina hairless, unlike most other girls she knew in Japan. The rest of my body is hairless, Sora had thought. Why shouldn't my vagina be? She also enjoyed the skin on skin contact, and didn't want hair getting in the way. Shigeru had appreciated it, especially when he provided Sora with oral sex. She had demanded oral sex with great regularity. Sora's thoughts drifted from Shigeru to Austin. Austin had an even better build than Shigeru, and had a manlier aura. He's so popular too, Sora thought as she increased the speed of her fingers on her clit. There must be a reason so many Asian girls go for white men... 

The next morning Sora once again prepared for school. She wore a similar outfit, except this time her skirt was pleated and tan coloured. She started thinking of ways to get what she wanted.

Sora kept to herself for the first three hours of school. It was easy, since no one showed any interest in talking to her. She watched Austin in the period before lunch. Cher held his left hand in her lap, on top of her mound, the whole time. At the lunch bell Sora quickly walked down to the computer lab.

Martin and Louis both looked ecstatic to see Sora. They had worried that they had scared her off by revealing their favourite anime show too rapidly.

"Hey Sora! How was..."

"Can you see the schedules for all of the students in the school?" She interrupted.

"Well, we could. We know these computers inside out." Louis informed her.

"Yeah, but it's against school rules. We could never actually do it. Why do you ask?" Martin questioned.

"I just want to see the schedules for everyone. Can you do that for me?" Sora pressed.

"It's against school rules. We can't get in trouble. It would..."

Sora tilted her head down and looked up at Martin and Louis with her gorgeous dark eyes. She batted her eyelashes at them and began twirling her black hair around her right finger.

"Please." 

Both boys melted instantly. They stumbled all over themselves to break into the schedule files for Sora. Once their work was complete, Sora found Austin's schedule. Math, chemistry, english and gym. Sora was not looking forward to gym. She printed it off and put it in her backpack. Soon we will be in every class together, she told herself. He will notice me.

Sora approached Mr. Flutesnoot following lunch. 

"I need change classes." She told him in her fake broken English.

Mr. Flutesnoot looked at her. She really was a beautiful girl. He had always been interested in Japan, and their women. 

"Oh hello Sora! Let me take a look at this. Hmmmm. Math and chemistry are probably fine. Gym shouldn't be a problem. English though? I don't think you are ready for it yet."

Sora was not happy.

"Please?" She asked with a pleading look as she played with her fingers behind her back. 

"Well I guess you're right. You have to learn sometime!" Mr. Flutesnoot could not deny the beautiful Japanese girl this small favour. 

"Tutor?" she asked.

"Good idea. There's a list somewhere..." Mr. Flutesnoot wandered off.

Sora only had one in mind.

Sora went to bed naked that night. She lay in her bed and grabbed her left nipple. Her nipples were light brown and quite large. They were roughly the circumference of an American nickel, she noted, and pointed out quite a bit. Shigeru had often fixated on her nipples during sex. He loved kissing and sucking them whenever he had the chance. I bet Austin would love them, she thought to herself as her other hand moved down to her vagina. He will want me. I want him. I bet his white dick is even bigger than Shigeru's six inches, Sora told herself as her pace quickened.

That night Sora was happy with herself as she went to sleep. I have to work hard, she told herself, but everything is going to work out. I know it.

The next day Sora switched most of her classes so that she was now in every class with Austin. She wore a similar outfit as every other day, this time with high white socks rolled up just below her knees. She noticed some boys glancing at her as she took her seat. Sora was happy to have a bit of attention from the more normal students. 

When gym came, Sora had to change her outfit. She had packed some short pink shorts and a turquoise tank top to go with her small white sneakers. Sora changed in a bathroom stall. Her shorts showed almost her whole legs, and hugged her ass. Her ass stuck out somewhat, certainly more than most of the girls back in Tokyo. Sora was happy about this. American boys like that, she told herself. Her tank top showed off Sora's soft shoulders and ample cleavage in a way that her blouses had thus far concealed. She watched herself walk by in the mirror and was impressed with the way her chest bounced with each step. She was ready for Austin to watch her in the gym.

Sora noticed the glances she got as she bounced into the gym. All of the other girls in the gym class were either large, brutish rugby players or stoner girls who only sat on the sidelines. Sora was definitely a welcome addition to their gym class.

Austin saw Sora walk into the gym, short shorts leaving showing off her soft legs and small round ass. His eyes then moved up to her upper body and he was shocked to see her large breasts jiggle as she walked. I did not know the Asian girl was packing those, he thought to himself as his eyebrows raised. Sora's tits were not as big as Cher's, but they looked even bigger on her smaller body. Incredible proportions, he told himself.

The gym teacher walked onto the floor and told everyone to start stretching. Austin was a leader in the school, so he told him to lead the stretches. Austin started the stretches with toe touches. He could not avoid noticing the Asian girl across from him. Every time she bent over her cleavage spilled down, drawing glances from all of the stretching males. Austin changed his instructions, begrudgingly. He noticed that the Asian girl did not respond to the change in directions. Maybe she doesn't understand English very well, he thought. I should go over and help her. 

Good he's coming over, Sora thought to herself. Too bad the little Asian girl can't understand English, she grinned.

"CAN YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING?" Austin asked the Asian girl.

I'm not deaf, Sora thought. Oh well. She shook her head and conjured up a nervous look.

"OK I WILL HELP YOU." Austin had never seen an Asian girl in person before. He thought her eyes would be slanted and tiny, but Sora's were a pretty almond shape and quite large. The look that she gave him, a mix of nervousness and complete innocence, made his pulse race. Cher could never pull off a look like that. Austin moved to kneel behind Sora. She had to spread her legs first, he thought to himself.. wow, her hair is really shiny. It was completely straight and black. It was incredibly sleek. Beautiful really, he acknowledged. Ok, move the legs. Austin placed his hands on the inside of Sora's thighs. Her legs were skinny, but once again very well proportioned. Delicate was the word, Austin thought to himself... and so soft. SO SOFT! Cher's legs were always smooth, but Sora's were even smoother and were the softest thing Austin could ever remember touching. This is incredible, he thought as he felt his dick stiffen. After almost a minute he realized how this must look and stood up.

"Alright then... this is it. Good job!" Austin tried to sound casual.

"Thanks!" Sora responded. That went well. His hands felt so good on my legs.

I guess she knows some English, Austin noted as he went back to his original position. He tried to discretely watch Sora for the rest of the class. 

That afternoon Austin noticed that the Asian girl was in all of his classes. He looked at her in class. Her hair was still immaculate, and the white blouse accentuated the beauty of her warm, honey coloured skin. Her short checked skirt made Sora look innocent but incredibly sexy, Austin thought. The skirt also gave a great view of her legs, especially when she crossed them underneath her desk. He was further captivated by the sight of her shoe casually dangling off of Sora's toes. Her feet were really cute, Austin thought to himself as he shook his head. He looked up and Sora gave him a small smile. He suddenly felt a slight tingly sensation in his stomach.




Queen Bee Sora



Perfect, Sora thought. This is going so well.

Sora had a great sleep. She masturbated once again to Austin, imagining him being back between her legs. Shigeru never entered her mind.

"So, can you take on another tutee? In English?" Mr. Flutesnoot asked Austin the next day.

"Well, I'm pretty busy with practices, plus all the other kids I tutor." Austin replied. He really was busy with basketball, baseball and football practices. Plus, he was an active volunteer in the community, which included tutoring various students in a plethora of subjects. His athletic and academic excellence, along with his good looks, was what gave Austin such a prominent standing his both his school, and the town. Well, that and his family's wealth. Even the adults in Mandingo were impressed with him 

"Well, we had a student specifically ask for you. I'd really like you to consider this." Mr. Flutesnoot did not want to disappoint Sora.

"Really? Who?" This piqued Austin's interest. I wonder... English can't be her strong suit...

"Sora! The new Asian girl. Tiny little thing." The gorgeous Asian girl, Flutesnoot corrected himself. He had always had a thing for women from the orient. 

"I offered to tutor her myself, but she insisted on being helped by a peer. I said that it d.."

"I'll do it." Austin interrupted. She looked so good this morning, he thought. Little shorts and a purple tank top, she looked so cute trying to shoot the basketball correctly. Austin had noticed her struggles and went over to help her. He wrapped his arms around hers to demonstrate the proper form. She never seemed to get it, but they had fun. Her shoulders and arms are as soft as her legs, he thought to himself. Yeah, this will be good for the resume, Austin thought to himself. Even though I already do a lot of tutoring. It's good to help a student in need though.

Sora practically bounced into the computer lab at lunch time. She had been informed that Austin would be tutoring her. She could not wait for Monday. She was also excited by the announcement that the gym teacher, Mr. Johnson, had made earlier.

"Hi boys!" Sora said excitedly.

"Hi Sora!" they responded in unison.

"Ummm Sora... I wish I knew that you needed a tutor... I could tutor you If you need help..." Martin had heard Mr. Flutesnoot talking to Austin.

"Yeah we BOTH could!" Louis added. They were the smartest guys in the school. Plus, they would both love to get extra time with Sora.

"Aww so sweet! You guys are too busy though with all of your extra credit work." Sora covered her bases. She had no interest in being tutored by the nerds. She had no interest in being tutored at all. She wanted alone time with Austin, the most popular boy in school.

"It's fine though! We always finish early... plus we could watch anime and.."

"No, it's fine." Sora interrupted Martin.

"I have another job for you two though. Mr. Johnson told us that we are going swimming as a class on Friday. I need a bathing suit. I forgot mine in Japan." Sora lied. She was going swimming, but she just wanted a new bathing suit. Her father only allowed her to wear one piece bathing suits.

Both boys were stunned at the thought of Sora in a bathing suit.

"Umm we'll need a car though... I don't want to bug my mom..." Martin responded.

"I really, really need a new bikini. I need people to tell me which ones look best too..."

Martin wouldn't bother asking his mother if he could borrow the car.

Sora walked through the mall with the nerdy boys. She was used to being escorted by a different sort of man, but this would do for now. They followed her like puppies, she laughed to herself. As she walked into the store that sold the bikinis that Sora liked, she heard the sound of a gang of girls laughing.

"What are YOU people doing in here?" Cher asked as she stared disgustedly at Sora and her admirers.

"I bet these two nerds just want to spy on girls in bikinis!" Sharmell added. The gang on girls nodded behind them. The boys just stared, looking scared.

"Yeah, and this Asian one probably wants to see how a real woman looks in a bikini." Cher struck a model pose as the girls behind her laughed. She was once again in jean shorts and a tight shirt that hugged her huge breasts. 

"I need one for swimming." Sora responded coolly. 

"The little kids section is over there!" The gang of girls laughed at Cher's statement.

"Oh, thanks for the tip. You knew that because of the baby you're carrying right?" Sora looked at Cher's stomach. She was thin, but no match for Sora's slenderness. The girls knew it.

"You probably bought the most revealing bikini in here to distract from all those pimples." Sora further insulted Cher. She had nice skin, with just the odd blemish. She skin was far better than the vast majority of teenage girls. But it was no match for Sora's flawless skin. Once again, the girls knew it.

"Shut up you little yellow go.."

"Why are you even here?" Sora interrupted Sharmell.

"Your butt is too fat for any bikinis in this store, and besides, your hair would look even worse if it was wet. Or are you looking in the men's section?"

The eyes of all of the gang grew wide. Their two leaders had never been insulted publicly before.

Sora turned and stormed toward the bikinis so quickly that her hair flipped behind her.

"Come!" She yelled back to Martin and Louis. They scurried after her.

Sora tried on a variety of bikinis. The boys were little help to her, as they just stared with their mouths wide open every single time. She tried on a pink bikini with a triangle top and g-string bottom, but did not think that a g-string suited her. Sora did not want to come off as a slut. She tried on a yellow strapless bikini as well. It wrapped around her breasts very nicely, but they proved too large and almost fell out multiple times, even as the nerds watched excitedly. She eventually settled on a traditional, but quite small, white bikini. It had a plain bottom that tied on the sides. It hugged her ass and left little to the imagination. The top gave her the support her large breasts needed. The bikini pushed her breasts up and caused them to push together, creating very impressive cleavage. She noticed that the material was quite thin, and her thick brown nipples were slightly noticeable through her top. Sora was more than impressed. 

"I need one of you to pay for this. My dad would kill me if he knew I bought this little bikini." Sora was not lying. She would have had to use her father's credit card, and she knew that one of them would pay for it if she asked.

Martin was more happy to pay for the bikini, even if it was highly priced. Louis also offered to pay, but Sora assured him that he could help her next time.

After arriving in her driveway both boys got out to open Sora's door. Louis had taken the back seat after Sora told them that she wanted to sit in front. 

"Thanks guys! You are so helpful!" Sora smiled at both of them. She then stood on her toes and gave Martin a tiny kiss on the cheek. He instantly turned bright red as she turned and went inside. Sora would not consider kissing Louis. He was black, and she did not like black people. Besides, they were already completely wrapped around her finger anyway, she happily noted.

The next day flew by as Sora thought of the upcoming swimming session. Austin had found an excuse to grab her hands and arms while showing her how to throw a football in gym, and also how to correctly position her legs. She still had his eye. She also drew dirty looks from Cher and Sharmell, which further pleased Sora. I will crush them, she confidently told herself.

Sora was ready for the pool. She had worn her hair up that day, with long pins holding it in place. She walked out into the warm pool area covered in a short, silky red robe that she had taken from Japan. It covered her upper body and then just covered her bikini bottoms. Sora looked at all of the boys horsing around in the pool. Sora saw Austin and confirmed that he put Shigeru to shame. She knew that he had a nice body from seeing him in his tshirts, jeans and shorts, but she had never seen his impressive chest and abs. She wanted him. Sora took her hair out, letting it fall perfectly straight into place behind her, and undid the tie in her robe and allowed it to fall to the floor.

The room gradually got quiet as Sora walked toward the diving board. The boys in the class had begun to notice that Sora had a nice body, and they all found her face to be exotically beautiful, but they had never really noticed just how sexy she was. Her sexy, slender legs led up to the small and tight ass that the white bikins clung to. Many of the boys had seen Asian models on the internet, but none had an ass as round as Sora's. They had all noticed her breasts, but had never seen them pressed together like they were in the bikini. The tiny top struggled to contain her jiggling breasts as she walked. The boys had never noticed Sora's stomach, but they did now. It was completely flat, and tapered down in a slight V from her narrow shoulders. There were slight lines of definition on her stomach but it still retained a womanly softness. Sora's belly button was perfectly round and poked slightly inward. Every boy in the pool watched her intently as she dived into the water.

Sora was happy to have all of the male eyes on her. Just like in Japan, she thought to herself happily. Sora climbed out of the pool following her dive and looked behind her. All male eyes on her, and most female eyes too. She turned around and tilted her head back, which caused her wet black hair to fall behind her. She put her hands behind her back and pulled her hair to her side. She stroked her hair with both hands, causing water to gush from her hair to the floor. The boys were transfixed. Sora noticed that her nipples were clearly visible through the bikini top. They had protruded, both due to the cold and due to her excitement at having all of the men watching her and not the other girls. Her nipples pushed out several centimeters from her breasts even with the thin white top pushing against him. This was not lost on the male students. Sora sat down in a lounge chair and watched the boys steal looks at her whenever they could. 

Austin climbed out of the pool. He wanted to confirm his tutoring session with Sora on Monday. He also wanted to get a good look at that body.

"HEY SORA. WE HAVE A TUTORING SESSION ON MONDAY. MY HOUSE, OK?"

Sora smiled at Austin and nodded. She looked at his wet white skin and thought how it wasn't so different from her own. She was happy to look at his wet body, which was better than any she had seen on a man in Japan. She was even happier to have him look at her body. He was straining not to look at her breasts while he looked down at her.

"Ok. Where is your house?" Sora asked. She began playing with her top, running her fingers on her right hand along the inside of the right side of her bikini. It felt good to skim her breast. This will draw his attention, she thought.

Wow, she actually knows some English, Austin thought. I guess I don't have to yell and talk so slowly. That should make thin.... Holy shit, he thought as his eyes were drawn by Sora's hand to the breasts he had tried to avoid staring it. Those are the best tits I've ever seen. Cher's were bigger, but they didn't hang so firmly on such a petite body. Sora' breasts push pushed together in the bikini and also stuck out slightly past her side. Cher's tits aren't as firm, and they aren't above such a sexy stomach. I bet her tit flesh is even softer than her arms and legs... If that's even possible...

"Your house is where?" Sora asked again. Austin was clearly distracted by her chest.

"Oh ahh... 123 Lilly street... 7PM" Austin responded. He struggled to get the words out. All he was thinking about now were Sora's bulging nipples. They were surrounded by what appeared to be perfect little brown circles on her tits. Cher's nipples were pink and quite small. Austin was content with them until now. If her nipples are so big right now, what do they look like without the top on? Austin wished he knew the answer.

"Ok. See you then!" Sora smiled at him and batted her eyelashes. 

Austin dragged himself back to the pool to cool off.

Sora was content with how everything had gone. She then noticed the door open and a loud voice announce that "the CHAMP is here!!" Jeremiah wasn't in her gym class. Must be skipping, she thought. How foolish, and how typical of those people. He probably wants to look at all the girls in their bathing suits. 

Jeremiah had skipped geography that day. He wanted to look at girls in bikinis. 

Jeremiah quickly pulled off his shirt and jumped in the pool. He began talking to Austin and Sora observed them. Just like Austin would put Shigeru to shame, Jeremiah put Austin to shame. Well, he did not put Austin to shame. They had similar bodies, except that Jeremiah was bigger. Bigger biceps, bigger chest, more defined abs, just more powerful looking overall she concluded. He had a better looking body than Austin. No, she corrected herself. He would have a better body, if he was Asian or white. His black skin meant that Sora was disgusted by him. She would never get in the same body of water with a black person.

After a few minutes of watching Austin and Jeremiah chat, Sora decided that she would dive in the pool again. She felt like she wanted to get wet again, and the diving board was far enough from Jeremiah, she rationalized. Sora once again dived into the pool, with the males eyes once again on her, and left the pool once again to re enact the same hair squeezing as before. Even the few girls who had gone to the pool that day had to admire her form. She looked over at Austin, and at Jeremiah. Now even Jeremiah was looking at her. Her nipples stood out even more than before.

"How about that Asian chick? Holy shit!" Jeremiah said to Austin.

"I know. I knew she was hot from gym, but this is ridiculous. Those tits!" He responded

"Those thick nips! I wish Sharmell had those. I'd suck em every night. Hell, I'd suck hers every night." Jeremiah said as he admired Sora.

Austin didn't know how to respond. Sora was incredibly sexy, but she was not white. The races did not mix in Mandingo, at least romantically. It was probably OK for Jeremiah to say that though. Not a big deal for a black guy to date a woman as long as she isn't white I guess. Sora's soft skin was basically brownish yellow, but with a bit of white mixed in he thought. She reminded him of some kind of sweet treat. That didn't matter though, he told himself. The races didn't mix. The whites anyway. Besides that, there was Cher.

"Cher isn't too bad herself." He responded.

"Nope. Sharmell would kill me for going at that chick anyway. She thinks she owns me like Cher owns you."

"Cher doesn't own me. I run her!"

"Yeah right. She's owned you since grade 7. Everyone knows you two are going to get married and run the town."

He's right, Austin thought. The second part anyway. Everyone did expect that he and Cher would always be together and would be town leaders. 

"I'm tutoring her on Monday. Engligh I guess"

"No shit? Jealous man. No one hires me to teach them nothing. You gonna get a bit of Asian delight?" Jeremiah asked jokingly.

"Yeah right. I'm not into Asians. White girls for me, bud."

"Ah well, she does look good walking around school in those little skirts. You gunna tell Cher?"

"About what?" Austin asked

"That Asian chick. The tutoring."

"Nope." Austin knew that it would only cause trouble if Cher knew. He didn't want her to ruin his tutoring session anyway. As he started to think about the upcoming session the bell rang, and everyone got ready for the weekend.

Austin thought of sex with Cher that night as he masturbated. She was out with the girls, meaning that they would only go out on Saturday night. He was fucking Cher and sucking on her big brown nipples. Her pussy had never been tighter.

The next night Austin and Cher were in line waiting for their popcorn. They were going to see Scary Movie 7 that night, and Austin was expecting to have a little fun in the back seat of his car afterward. His thinking about what awaited him was interrupted by Cher's indignant exclaim.

"Oh my god! Look at that!" She pointed over toward the doors to the theater. 

Austin saw his friend Jason handing over his tickets to get ripped. He and Jason had been friends since elementary and played on every sports team in Mandingo together. Next to Jason, in a small floral sundress and an open white sweater, was Sora.

"Don't tell me he's here with that ugly little Asian whore!" Cher continued.

Jason handed Sora her ticket and put his hand on her back as they walked into the theatre. They were clearly together.

"Don't tell me there's yellow fever going around." Cher continued her rant.

"It's gross for a white person to be with someone like her!"

Austin was angry that Sora was with Jason. He wasn't sure that it was because Jason was white though.

"Isn't it disgusting, bookie?" Cher crowed

"What?" Jason responded

"Are you even paying attention to me?! Jason and the chink!" 

"Yeah it's not good. I mean, she seems OK for an Asian. She's Japanese too, not Chinese." Austin corrected.

"Well why don't you just write her biography, you piece of shit?" Cher was livid.

Cher wouldn't respond to Austin the rest of the night. He scanned the theatre for Sora and Jason during the movie, but couldn't see them. After the movie he saw Jason head to the bathroom and he quickly followed.

"Hey man, what's going on?" Jason greeted him.

"Hey. What's up with you and Sora?" Austin eagerly asked.

"I know I know. You saw her yesterday at the pool though. She's hot as shit. Even in that little sundress tonight."

Austin knew.

"I'm hoping to get some tonight though. Maybe she isn't as innocent as she looks..." Jason continued.

"Alright then. Good luck buddy." Austin knew that he did not mean it. 

"I love having yellow fever!" Jason yelled as Austin left the bathroom.

There was no post movie fun for Austin and Cher. He returned her quickly home, and she stormed out of his car and slammed the door. Austin returned home, thinking of Jason and Sora. Once in his room, he turned on his laptop.

Sora was surprised when Jason had asked her out as she left the school on Friday. Well, she told herself, not too surprised. She had put every other girl in the school to shame during the swim. She decided to accept. Jason wasn't Austin, but he was still good looking and was one of the most popular boys in the school. He would do for now.

Sora's father had relented to her date. There were no Asians in Mandingo, and a girl her age was going to date, so she might as well go out with a nice white kid. Sora made Martin and Louis break into the school's files from Louis' house and print off a copy of Jason's report card. She had them deliver it to her so that she could show her father that he was a good student, which was very important to him. Poor little nerds, she thought.

Sora had been happy to notice that Austin and Cher seemed to be having an icy date. She should enjoy him while she can, Sora had thought to herself while in the theatre. On the ride home Jason told her what a great time he had. Sora played up her difficulties with English so that she could think about Austin instead of talking with Jason. He found that this just made Sora seem all the more exotic and mysterious.

After walking Sora to the door Jason went in for a kiss. Sora pulled her head back to stop him. She gave him a smile and nodded when he told her he would see her in school. Jason was content. I'll kiss him when it suits me, Sora thought to herself.

Austin was sexually frustrated as he searched the internet. He had expected to fuck Cher in the car tonight like he usually did. A blowjob was out of the question, he thought. Cher did not like doing anything that she did not feel she benefitted from. She's really touchy when it comes to Sora, he thought to himself. The porno he was watching wasn't doing it for him, in spite of his horniness, so he tried searching for Asian porn, just to spice things up. He had never watched a porno that did not feature white people exclusively, but he had heard of guys who swore by Asian porn. Why not give it a shot, he told himself. Austin clicked the first one he saw and was captivated. The Asian girl looked so sexy getting fucked laying on her back, but she also looked so innocent. Fuck Asian girls are hot, he admitted. This girl has nothing on Sora though. Austin was disappointed when he saw that the girl's pussy was pixilated in order to blur it out. He wanted to see Asian pussy. I bet it's so warm and tight, he thought to himself as his body flushed with excitement. Austin was surprised when he saw the dick of the man who was fucking the Asian girl. He could not believe how small it was. Austin looked at his dick, a good solid 7 inches he thought to himself, and knew that he could do better than the actor. He looked back at the screen just as the man started cumming all over the face of the girl. Seeing her pretty face covered in semen triggered his own orgasm as Austin pumped furiously. 




Queen Bee Sora



Austin was not satisfied however. If he couldn't see Asian pussy, then he wanted to see white dick fucking an Asian. He searched for interracial Asian porn. He was disgusted to see that it often featured black men with Asian women. After some searching he finally found one with a white man and an Asian woman. That's better, Austin thought. It looked so right to him. He came after 30 seconds of the video.

Sora lay in bed furiously masturbating. She was once again being fucked by Austin. Sora found that Austin had grown in her fantasy on Friday night, bulging in the biceps, chest and other muscles. He grew a little bit more tonight as well, as he now seemed slightly taller. She felt overpowered by him. She came quickly.

Sora spent Sunday primarily thinking about Austin. She skyped with Shigeru and dumped him. She found that he no longer had a place in her life. He offered to move to Mandingo to be with her but she told him it did not matter. She was done with him. She was done with Asian men, she told herself. She wanted Austin. He had the body and the popularity that she craved.

Monday flew by for both Sora and Austin. They both had their minds on the tutoring session that evening. Jason brought Sora to eat lunch with him at the most popular table. As she sat down she smiled and waved her fingers at Austin. Blood rushed to his face as he continued to stare at her. Cher was outraged that Sora was at her table. She was even more outraged when Austin refused to get up and leave with her. She stormed off with Sharmell, hurling curses at Austin as she did so. What a stupid bitch, Sora thought to herself. She's making this so easy.

Sora had Jason drive her home after school. She also informed him that he would be driving her to her tutoring session later that evening. As he drove off she ran inside to prepare.

Sora picked out a short dark blue skirt for the evening. It was maybe an inch or two shorter than her typical skirts. She picked this one because it was so tight on her ass, hugging it and accentuating all that she had. Below this tight part it was pleated and billowed out slightly. She wore a white thong underneath. For her top she wore her tightest white blouse on top of a frilly white bra that made sure her breasts stayed where they were meant to be. She finished off her look with a necklace. She wore a small silver chain with a silver dolphin on the end. It had been a gift from Shigeru, and she felt that it was appropriate to use it here. The dolphin hung at the top of her cleavage. Jason eventually came to pick her up. He complimented her on how beautiful she looked and Sora felt confident. Jason dropped her off, after being snubbed when going for a kiss once again, and she told him that she would call him when she was done. He drove away and she undid the highest button on her blouse that she usually kept clasped. Her cleavage was now quite clearly visible, and the clasped button that was now the highest struggled as it strained against her bulging breasts. Sora looked up at Austin's large tutor style house. He must be loaded, she thought happily. She knocked on the door. She was ready. 

SHIT, Austin thought. He figured that he still had time to finish jerking off to the interracial porn he had been watching, but he had lost track of time. It was so inconvenient for him to find Asian women with white men, he thought. Way too much black on Asian. The thought of a big black brute fucking an innocent Asian beauty was repulsive. Actually, that sounds kind of hot, he thought to himself as he zipped up his pants. He was careful not to zip up his hard on. Austin was glad that his parents were gone for the evening. He did not want them interfering with his tutoring session. We probably have a lot of work to do, he told himself. Austin felt guilty as he reached the door. Sora was an innocent little Asian girl far from home, he told himself as his hard on grew more stiff. I shouldn't think of her sexually. Austin shook his head. OK. Ready. He tucked his erection into his waist and opened the door.

"Hi, welc... welcome. Good to see you." Austin was not lying. He was stunned with how good Sora looked standing in front of him. Every black hair was perfectly in place, strait as an arrow, even to the bangs in front. The light shone off it brightly. Sora was flashing him a cute smile with her white teeth accentuating her glossy lips and gorgeous skin. Her blouse showed off her extensive cleavage, which seemed impossible on such a petite girl. Even her dress seemed shorter than usual, showing off just a little more of her supple legs than usual. Holy hell she looks good, Austin said to himself.

"Thanks! You too." Sora responded. She was impressed with Austin, standing in his plain white tshirt and jeans. He was like a big American stud from the movies, she told herself. But popular and rich, too. She was even more pleased that he seemed unable to stop staring at her.

"Yeah... come on in... take your shoes off." Austin broke his gaze as Sora complied with his request.

"I figured we would set up down here in the living room and go from there." Austin did not want to give Sora a tour of his house. More specifically, he did not want to take her to his bedroom. He did not trust himself if he took her near his bed, not after seeing her in that bikini. He knew that she would turn him down, the innocent little Asian girl, but he did not want to scare her off. 

Sora walked past him and placed her books on the table. He caught a whiff of her perfume. Or was it her shampoo? Austin wondered. It was light and feminine, but he couldn't get the smell out of his nostrils. It was intoxicating. He could not help noticing her ass. It was rounder and stuck out slightly more than any of the Asian girls he had watched online, but was still smaller than most of the girls in Mandingo. The shape was quite impressive though. 

"Did Jason drive you here?" Austin curiously asked. He still did not feel good about their relationship.

"Yes." Sora replied casually.

"So you two are together now?" Austin tried to ask as casually as he could.

"Yes. He is OK." She responded, sounding relatively unimpressed.

They both sat down. Sora's English seemed pretty good to Austin. He decided that they would work on vocabulary. Austin decided to ask whatever words came to mind. 

"Ummmm... book" 

Sora laughed to herself. He really did think she was an idiot. She picked up one of her books and smiled at him. 

"Very good!" Austin praised Sora.

Sora dropped her book, intentionally. Austin quickly bent down to pick it up. While kneeling, he quickly looked up. He was eye level with Sora's knees. They were slightly spread apart, allowing him to see her white underwear covering her crotch. Damn it, I still can't see an Asian pussy, he thought to himself. I never will either. I'll probably end up marrying Cher and running come company while she raises the kids. That's what everyone expects anyway. Her pussy is good enough. Even if it's a bit boring that she's just like everyone else. Yes, but Cher is the hottest girl in town. Well, she is hotter than most, he corrected himself.

"Thank you!" Sora was grateful, mainly for the extended peek that Austin had taken.

"No problem. Ok then... white?" Austin could not get the image of the white panties out of his mind.

Sora smiled and placed her hand on Austin's arm and rubbed. Austin could not think of anything other than how soft her dainty hand felt on his arm.

"Ye.. Yes. I am white!" Austin laughed nervously. His arm tingled where Sora had rubbed. Cher was nowhere near as soft.

"Soft" That was the only word Austin could really muster.

Sora took a moment to think.

"Something that... feels really good to touch? Or to be touched by?"

God yes, Austin thought. Perfect definition. He nodded.

Sora smiled once again. She grabbed her chain and ran her fingers down to the silver dolphin. She was happy to see that Austin's eyes followed. She was content to have him look.

Austin was more than content to look. It seemed impossible that someone as petite as Sora could have such full breasts. He could not believe that the top button on her blouse was holding up. Sora's breasts are even better than Cher's, Austin admitted. The apparent firmness set them apart, as did the contrast between the white blouse and her honey coloured skin. Cher had larger breasts, but the proportions were not nearly as impressive. It was no contest.

"Chest." Was the only word Austin could muster.

Now that is no coincidence, Sora thought to herself. This is going great!

"Something that people desire. They always want to get their hands on it. Maybe like a pirate chest."

Bang! Right on target, Austin thought. He could not stop thinking about touching those perfect tits. He desired them. He could never have them though, he told himself. He would be with Cher forever. He wouldn't risk it by cheating. She would never forgive him. Plus, Sora isn't like that, he reminded himself again. 

"I need a drink... it's pretty hot in here. Do you need anything?" he asked, desperate to get away.

" Water please" Sora responded.

Austin got the water. I need this chance to cool off, he told himself. Walking back in with the waters, Austin instantly looked at Sora. She was fiddling with her necklace again. I want those tits, Austin thought to himself. He stumbled slightly, spilling some water. Sora hopped up and walked over. 

"I will clean! You sit down!" She pushed him toward the couch.

She bent her knees quickly and bent over as much as possible, slowly dabbing the water with some tissue she had in her purse. When she reached deeply into the carpet the pleated portion of her skirt would rise slightly, showing off her thong just slightly.

Austin could not believe that he got a look at Sora's thong in her tight little ass. He was shocked that a girl like her would wear a thong. Girls like Cher wore thongs, Austin thought. The girls around here are hot but kind of crude, he thought to himself. Not Sora. Still, he was excited that she would wear a thong to her tutoring session.

"How do you say... not feeling good?" Sora facetiously asked as she sat down.

"Like pain? Sore?"

"Yes. My feet are sore." She lied.

Austin did not know how to respond. Sora placed both feet on his lap, with the right foot nearly on his crotch. Sora's feet were as dainty as the rest of her body, and not even as long as Austin's hand. Austin placed his hands on Sora's foot. He was not going to pass up the chance to touch her. Her feet were just as incredibly soft as the rest of Sora. Austin liked also liked the contrast of his skin on hers. It was boring, the white on white action that he enjoyed with Cher. Even though Sora's soles were mostly white, there was a slight bit of yellow mixed in. He felt powerful though, seeing his large white hands engulf Sora's delicate foot. Cher's long, thin foot was ugly in comparison. Not perfectly proportioned like this one. Austin's arousal was building as the toes on Sora's free foot began to lightly rub against his crotch.

"Mmmmm that feels good." Sora cooed. 

"I have some words for you. Tell me what they mean please." Sora requested. Austin was only half paying attention, at best.

"Hard?" 

My dick, god damn it, Austin lamented. It was getting harder and harder. He couldn't stop touching Sora though, or stop her from touching him.

"Stiff I guess. Thick too, usually."

Sora liked where this was going, as Austin's dick continued to stiffen as she stroked against it.

"Hot?"

My dick again, Austin lamented as he thought of nothing but Sora's soft body.

"A temperature..."

"It's hot in here." Sora resoponded. She began unbuttoning her blouse. Austin did not notice.

"Lust."

Austin did not hear her.

Sora slowly moved toward Austin. She straddled him with one leg on each side of his lap, her ass squarely where her feet had been. She put her hands on each side of his head and began slowly stroking his ears with her thumbs.

"Lust." Sora practically whispered.

Austin could not think. He saw his hands wrap around Sora's tight, thin waist. It looked even tinier with his hands on each side. His eyes move upward to her unobstructed cleavage, probably measuring over 4 inches. Austin wanted Sora's soft, golden globes more than anything he had ever seen.

Sora grew impatient. He was not going to answer her question. Sora tilted her head to the side and pulled Austin in for a kiss.

Sora's lips were as velvety and supple as Austin had imagined. They both began rapidly kissing each other, quickly finding a fast rhythm that still allowed them to sensually explore each other. Austin's hands moved up Sora's trim waist to her breasts, still covered in lacy white material. Sora moved her hands down to Austin's strong, hard arms. Sora starting flicking her tongue into Austin's mouth. He responded almost instantly, sending his tongue to explore the inside of her warm, moist mouth. Their tongues rubbed together, causing a tingling sensation that they both loved. I have to stop this, Austin thought to himself. Cher is my girlfriend. My girlfriend. My...

Sora began massaging Austin's tongue with her own, while their entwined lips opened and closed around the pulsating action. He no longer thought of breaking their kiss. Austin moved his hands so that they went underneath Sora's bra. He pushed the soft flesh of her breast together and felt the knobby, hard flesh of her large nipples. Austin could think of nothing but Sora. Her sweet taste, intoxicating smell, soft touch...

Sora broke off the kiss. She was getting highly aroused, straddling a handsome and strong man and being in complete control of everything they did. She loved the feeling of his large, masculine hands- much larger than Shigeru's- grabbing and squeezing her breasts.

Austin's body ached. He had never wanted their embrace to end. This gave him the time he needed to clear his head, as the circular motion with which he rubbed Sora's breasts slowed. He needed to end this and salvage things with Cher.

"Sora I can't keep..."

Sora began sliding down Austin until she was kneeling on the floor between his legs. She put her hands on his waist, unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans. Sora pulled Austin's pants and boxers down to the floor as his fully erect penis sprung out at her. He did nothing to stop her.

Sora was impressed with Austin's penis. It was a good seven inches, thick and slightly darker than his regular skin colour. She wrapped each hand around his dick. Each hand could just barely get around his dick. She began slowly stroking. She brought his dick near her face and felt the incredible heat coming off of it. Sora looked at his head. It was pink and bulging. Pretty, she thought to herself. She brought the head toward her mouth and started sucking on it.

This is amazing, Austin screamed at himself in his head. Sora's soft little Asian hands looked so good as they strained to wrap themselves around his dick. He felt so powerful seeing those hands wrapped around his big which dick. Her face was even more beautiful, and innocent, than any of the models he had seen online. Seeing his big dick near her face, looking impossibly big as it was nearly taller than her head, made Austin's balls flush with desire. The contrast of their skin once again excited him, and he almost felt himself cumming right there. He watched her beautiful dark eyes survey his dick and could not help but think of how he was corrupting the sweet girl. This excited him even further. Seeing her supple lips envelop his dick made him tingle all over. 

Sora felt powerful as she sucked Austin's dick. She was in complete control of his orgasm. She was excited by this as she looked up at her conquest. He had a gorgeous body, and judging by his face he was in complete bliss, she told herself. All of this is mine. Soon it will be mine alone.

Sora's mouth was incredibly warm and moist, and Austin could not believe that she was able to take in five of his inches so easily. Sora was really, REALLY sucking his dick, he thought to himself. Cher occasionally put his dick in her mouth, but there was no effort and he felt like a bother. Sora was applying just the right amount of suction as she rapidly bobbed up and down on his dick, and she seemed to be loving the experience. Austin had never felt better. 

Sora knew that Austin was going to cum soon as she could feel his dick swelling. She wanted to slow things down. She did not want Austin to orgasm. She wanted him to have the greatest erotic experience of his life. Sora slowly lifted her head so that Austin's cock fell out. She bent her head down and started licking the base of his shaft. She slowly lifted her head, licking along the underside deliberately as she moved up. As Sora reached the head, she let her tongue go slide up the underside of the head and flick up on to his slit. Austin's spasm told her that she did something good. Very good. She continued this motion and gradually found a consistent pace.

Austin felt like his balls were going to explode. Cher had never made his body feel even close to as good as Sora was at the moment. He knew he needed to come soon. The thought of cumming with an Asian girl, and Sora in particular, was exhilarating. Austin grabbed Sora's silky black hair and pushed her head down on his dick.

Sora suppressed her gag reflex as she took in all of Austin's dick. She could handle all of Shigeru, but Austin was bigger and thicker. Still, she could handle it in short bursts. She began bobbing her head again, pressing her lips into his crotch at her deepest point. She began lightly massaging Austin's balls. She could feel them rapidly tightening. Sora brought Austin's dick as deeply into her mouth as she could. She would let him cum in her, but she did not want to taste it. She found Shigeru's taste repulsive. 

Austin could not take any more. He began cumming rapidly in Sora's mouth. He had never seen a sexier image than the innocent, exotic and beautiful Asian taking his seed down her throat. After a few seconds, and several spurts of semen, Sora lifted her head up quickly. Sora continued stroking rapidly as his dick emerged from her mouth. Austin's dick shot three more wads of semen out, striking Sora in the lips one and then twice on her right cheek, with the last getting caught in her eyelash. Way better than any porno, Austin thought as his dick jerked with pleasure.

He never came that much before, Sora thought confidently to herself. Everything had gone perfectly. She got Austin off more than ever before, but he still had something to strive for. He could not just fuck her and go back to his woman. He would still strive to fuck her.

Sora got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Austin fixed his pants and thought about his encounter. It was amazing; far better than anything Cher had ever done for him. He did not know what he was going to do with Cher and Sora, but he would not stress over it now. All he could do was sit and smile at what had just happened. 

Sora returned a few minutes later, looking just as immaculate as she had previously. Before Austin could say anything, there was a knock on the door. Sora checked her phone. She had set it to silent. It had been over three hours and Jason was at the door. 

Jason greeted his new girlfriend at the door.

"Hey Sora. You guys took quite a long time. Should I be nervous?" he laughed at his question.

"No... we got a lot of work done." Austin could still barely speak. 

"Let's go." Sora ended the conversation. She shot a knowing look back at Austin and smiled as she left. 

Jason drove Sora back to her house and was rewarded with his first kiss from the Japanese beauty. He couldn't wait to brag to Austin about it tomorrow.




Queen Bee Sora



Sora quickly went to bed. She once again masturbated to her fantasy of being fucked by the large Austin, even more vigorously than before. Her orgasm caused her toes to curl.

Sora and Austin shared many knowing grins the next day during their classes, but they stayed separate for the most part. At lunch Sora went to the computer lab instead of the popular table. She did not want Austin to have to choose between her and Cher yet, and she knew that Cher would try to force him. The nerds were happy to greet her, and Sora quickly put them to work. She needed to relax after all of her hard work the night before. Sora sat in a chair and told Martin to massage her feet while Louis rubbed her shoulders. They quickly obliged. She made sure that Louis kept his hands completely on her blouse. Sora did not want to be touched by a black boy.

Austin needed to see Sora. He could not get her off his mind. He had made a decision. No matter how ridiculously sexy she was, he could not be with her. Everyone in Mandingo expected Austin to be with Cher, and with good reason. They were the leaders of their school, and the future leaders of the community. Besides that, Sora was Asian. No white man in Mandingo had ever dated a woman who was not white, and Austin knew that he could not afford to be the first. Still though, he needed to see her and tell her. He knew that she spent some time in the computer lab so he headed there first. 

Austin walked in and saw Sora being massaged by Martin and Louis at both ends. Those poor saps, he thought. She had them wrapped around her little finger. Austin got their attention.

"Sora, I need to see you for a second."

"Good. Let's go." Sora quickly responded as she put her shoes back on and jumped out of the seat. Martin and Louis looked highly disappointed as she left. 

"Look, we need to talk. I know..." Sora led Austin down the hall as he spoke. She was not listening to what he said. She was busy scanning the doors. Finally, they arrived at the janitor's closet. 

"...so I can't... oh good idea. This is a private enough place." Austin's speech had been hard to make. He wanted nothing more than to keep hooking up with Sora. 

Sora opened the door and pulled Austin by the hand inside. She pulled a cord to turn the light on.

"So I guess what I'm trying to say is..."

Sora dropped to her knees. Austin was surprised by this, but became completely erect just from seeing Sora kneeling in front of him in her plaid skirt. Sora lowered his pants, allowing his erection to spring out in the open. 

Austin could not believe that he was getting a blowjob from Sora in the janitors closet, but he was powerless to stop her. The blowjob lasted 10 minutes this time, and Sora swallowed all but the last two spurts, which she allowed Austin to shoot on her face. Eventually Austin stumbled out of the closet with Sora shortly after. As they prepared to go separate routes to class, Sora turn to Austin and grinned innocently.

"Same time tomorrow." She said. His dick stiffened again.

Sora and Austin had a similar routine over the next two weeks. They would meet at various places in the school- under the bleachers, on the stage behind the scenery, in the boiler room, etc.- and Sora would give Austin mind blowing head. They would also hook up during her subsequent "tutoring" sessions. Both found the arrangement exciting, but both knew they wanted more. Only Sora was willing to admit this to herself, but she knew she had to wait a bit longer.

On Monday night Austin's phone rang. He knew it was Cher, and he knew that she was aware that he was in a tutoring session with Sora. He reached for a phone and felt a pinch on his leg. He looked between his legs. Sora had her hair up and was sucking his dick once again. They were both lying on his bed. He never got tired of watching his dick go in and out of her sweet face, and her skills seemed to somehow improve daily. She could now easy swallow every inch of his dick. Her feet were dangling behind her head as she leisurely waved them around behind her. She really looked amazing, Austin thought to himself. Sora was shaking her head. She did not want him to answer the phone. He paused in mid grab. Sora took his dick out of her mouth. 

"You are not to answer the phone." She informed him matter of factly. 

"But I really sh..." Austin tried to respond.

Sora had begun slowly sucking his dick again. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him with big, glassy eyes. 

Austin relented and did not answer the phone. He did not want to jeopardize this blowjob.

Sora was happy. If that bitch Cher reacts as I expect, I am going to have a great weekend.

Cher exploded the next day. 

"FUCK YOU AND THAT GOOK BITCH TOO!" She screamed at Austin in school before storming off. "I HOPE YOU CATCH SARS AND DIE!"

The students in the school were shocked by the display. They knew Cher to have a temper, but nothing like that. Even Cher's usual followers were surprised and somewhat freaked out. They flocked to Sora between classes to see if she heard that Cher had called her. Sora had noticed that the dumb bimbos had started treating her better since she started dating Jason, just as she had predicted. She acted completely innocent and told them that she had no idea why Cher acted like that. She never did anything with Austin other than attempt to learn the English language, she claimed. She was amused that they immediately took her side against Cher. Now feeling like Sora was one of them, they began asking for her beauty secrets, particularly about hair and skincare.

Cher refused to have anything to do with Austin for the rest of the week. He was displeased by this, but he felt guilty as well. Still, he went with Sora every lunch for his blowjob. He needed the release to calm his nerves, Austin told himself. 

"Oh my god Sora. You're amazing." Austin told Sora as lightly licked his testicles and gently stroked his dick. He was ready to burst. She then took him out of her mouth. Austin could not get enough of the beautiful and busty Asian girl pleasuring him. Suddenly, she placed his dick back in his pants and carefully zippered him up.

"Great. I'm coming to your house tonight. I have a surprise." Sora informed Austin.

Austin could not believe that Sora was not going to finish him off. His dick was ready to explode. 

"But it's Friday night and Cher might..." Austin responded. People had begun to snicker about his relationship with Cher, and it pissed him off. She might come over on Friday to patch things up. They really needed to patch things up, he thought.

"I'm coming over. You want the surprise, clearly." Sora gently rubbed the outside of his crotch. 

It was true. Austin relented.

Sora had Jason drive her over to Austin's house that night. He had protested the idea of driving his girlfriend over to his buddy's house on Friday night, but a kiss from the Japanese beauty quickly changed his mind. He could never resist Sora. 

"Why are you wearing a kimono?" Jason asked Sora during the drive. She was wearing a pink kimono with black floral designs.

"Working on a project. Austin is very curious about Japan." She responded. Very curious about Japanese pussy, she thought to herself lustily. 

"Oh, I didn't know that. Is that what's in the bag?" Sora pulled out some Japanese silks and showed him. She also showed him her hello kitty candy lip gloss.

"We still have lots of research to do." Sora grinned to herself.

Jason dropped Sora off and watched her as she walked up to the door of Austin's home. Her shining black hair looked beautiful against the pink kimono, he thought as he drove off.

"Oh hello dear." Austin's mother greeted Sora as she opened the door. So this is the little Asian girl he's tutoring, she thought. How cute.

"Hello." Sora smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Austin is upstairs sweetie. Have fun!" Austin was so nice to help the little Asian girl, his mother happily thought to herself.

"Konichiwa!" She yelled as Sora went up the stairs. God, I'm getting sick of these ignorant Mandingo fools, Sora told herself. Still, soon I'll be running things around here. She was happy imagining herself in charge as she knocked on the door. 

Austin was excited to open the door. He had been aroused since Sora had left him unfinished at lunch time, and he couldn't wait for his surprise. Cher had even called him, asking to get together, and he told her he was busy. He wanted the surprise. 

"Wow, you look beautiful." Austin informed Sora as he brought her into his room. She really did. He was surprised to see her in the kimono, but he definitely liked it. She looked even more exotic and gorgeous to him than usual, even without her killer curves visible. None of the girls around here could pull it off, Austin told himself.

"Thanks." Sora responded as she pulled Austin in for a kiss.

"Now get on the bed." Sora demanded.

Austin did as he was told. He did not want to upset Sora, or ruin his surprise. It felt right for him to do what she said.

Sora began stripping Austin as he lay on the bed. Austin's erection grew to full length just from having Sora's soft hands caress him as she stripped of his clothing. Fuck I'm horny, he thought to himself. 

Sora pulled out the silks and began lightly pulling them across Austin's body. This is hot, Sora thought to herself as she straddled Jason's hot naked body. She was getting turned on having the big handsome white boy completely entranced.

Sora placed the silks near each of Austin's wrists. She leaned over to each and tied each hand to a corner of his bedpost. Austin's initial response was to pull on each, but he could not pull either hand free. 

Sora began rubbing Austin's chest as she let her kimono fall open. 

"Do you want me?"

Austin could barely think he was so aroused. Sora's body looked so sexy as it slowly emerged from the kimono.

"Yes."

"Good."Sora responded. She enjoyed stroking Austin's muscular chest and torso, although she wished that he was even more muscular. She let her kimono fall off of her shoulders completely, exposing her full breasts and tiny waist.

Austin pulled on the silks. He desperately wanted to have his hands free. He needed to grab Sora. He needed to see his large white hands on her tight, thin waist. He needed to grab her soft, firm breasts. He needed to suck on her gorgeous, bulging nipples. God damn it I can't even sit up, he thought to himself. I need more of that soft, honey coloured skin.

Sora threw the kimono aside. She was completely naked. Damn it, Austin thought, I still can't see her pussy. He could tell it was completely smooth though as Sora straddled the area just below his bellybutton with her naked body. His dick was springing up at the thought of Sora's pussy and rested against the small of her back. 

Sora was holding her hello kitty candy lip gloss. She opened it and put some on her right index finger. She put her finger near Austin's mouth. He eagerly reached out with his mouth and sucked her finger in.

It tastes so good, Austin thought to himself. He was happy to have his lips on Sora.

Sora smiled and pulled her finger away. That was sexy, she thought to herself. She liked having Austin's mouth on her. She put more candy gloss on her finger. She rubbed her finger on each of her erect nipples, tracing the circular exterior and then flicking her finger across the tip. Sora was getting herself hot.

Sora was getting Austin even hotter. I NEED to suck on those nipples, he thought. They were big and brown, perfectly cylindrical and half an inch long. They were getting shiny as Sora coated them in the sweet smelling gloss. Watching Sora innocently play with her nipples was driving him wild. 

Sora leaned forward. Austin strained to reach her nipples. They were so sexy, much bigger and rounder than Cher's. Austin needed to get them in his mouth and play with them. He was inches away when she pulled back. He looked up, and Sora was holding his cell phone. She had leaned over to grab it. She was looking through his stored contacts. Eventually she found the one she was looking for. Sora called the number.

"You want these?" Sora asked Austin, referring to her magnificent tits.

Austin could only nod.

"Tell Cher that you are done with her." Sora ordered Austin. She held the phone up to his head.

"Hello? Austin? I knew you would come crawling back, bastard!" Austin could hear Cher on the other end. He didn't say anything.

"Ahhhh hello?!" Cher persisted. Austin did not want to disappoint everyone. It would crush everyone if we broke up, he thought to himself. He wanted Sora though. He needed her.

Sora was not happy with Austin's reluctance. She reached behind her and grabbed his dick. She lifted herself off of his body and placed the dick underneath her, flat on Austin's body. She began grinding her pussy slowly along Austin's shaft. It felt so good to have his hot, throbbing dick rubbing against her pussy, Sora thought as she shuddered with excitement. He felt much better than Shigeru.

"HELLO?!" Cher yelled into the phone. Austin could barely hear her. Sora's wet pussy felt so good, as she slowly moved back and forth on his dick. She was massaging every inch of his dick with her warm smooth pussy. Austin was desperate to fuck her. He did not care what anyone else thought. He needed her tight Asian pussy. 

"We're done!" Austin half yelled into the phone. Sora ended the phone call.

Sora brought her breast into Austin's mouth and began slowly untying him from the silks.

Austin greedily sucked Sora's breast into his mouth. It was so soft and round, he thought. It completely filled his mouth, with more tit to spare. He pressed his tongue into her nipple. It felt so good against his tongue. It tasted like delicious cherries thanks to the candy gloss. He continued rolling her nipple around his mouth with his tongue. He could feel Sora getting more aroused. He began sucking on her nipple. It felt amazing to provide Sora with pleasure. Austin knew that he had wasted his time with Cher. She did not compare to Sora. No girls in Mandingo did, he told himself. 

Sora grabbed the back of Austin's head with her hand as she finished untying him. He's good with his mouth, she thought to herself as quickly sat up on the bed. She pushed him further into her breast. SO good with his mouth, she thought as he moved to her other breast. Let's see how he does with my pussy. Sora pushed Austin back down on the bed. She loved watching her sexy little Asian hands pushing around his hard white body. Sora crawled further up the bed and knelt, leaving her throbbing pussy hovering inches above Austin's expert mouth.

Oh my god there it is, Austin thought to himself anxiously. Her little Japanese pussy was even sexier than he had imagined. Her milky yellow skin turned into a deep red and then the most gorgeous pink folds that Austin had ever seen. Austin knew that he needed to pull back the layers and get as deep inside Sora's beautiful vagina as possible. He could smell her vagina, and the feminine lust emitting from it was so delicious that he knew he could never go back. He needed Asian pussy. He needed Sora's pussy. 

Sora sat down on Austin's mouth. He eagerly began licking at her vagina, and lightly sucking in her juices. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed her nipples with her other hand. Sora began slowly bucking her hips back and forth.

Austin felt right, being between Sora's legs. He had never eaten out Cher's pussy. The thought had grossed him out. He always assumed that her vagina was somewhat dirty. Not Sora's, he thought. Hers was clean, sweet and perfect. She even tasted amazing, he thought happily as he sucked in every bit of her sex juices as he could. Austin felt Sora's soft thighs tighten around his head as she grabbed his short blonde hair. He grabbed her tight ass with both hands and squeezed. He wanted to make her cum. He knew that he was almost ready to cum himself. He loved licking her smooth pussy, and marveled that it felt better the deeper he got. He began sucking her clit, and loved feeling her hood in his mouth. Austin was happy when Sora started humping his face. He pushed his tongue against her vaginal opening. It was tight, but she began thrusting harder. His tongue pushed through. It was so tight inside that Austin's tongue was contorted and he could only barely fit it in. He could feel his dick tingle with delight as he pleasured Sora. Feeling Sora's soft, petite body writhe in pleasure on his face was better than anything Austin had ever experienced.

Sora was enjoying the bliss that Austin was giving her. He will be doing this again, she thought to herself. Their relationship was about to change, and their roles would change as well. She knew that she needed his dick. Sora pulled herself off of Austin's face. He let out a slight moan of disappointment. She reached back for his dick. Still hard as a rock, and wet from when she had massaged it with her pussy. Sora moved back toward the big white dick. It really looked great to her, so big and with a pretty pink head, she thought to herself. She positioned the dick so that it was directly below her gushing pussy. She slowly lowered herself.

Austin was pissed off when Sora pulled her vagina away from his mouth. He had wanted her to come on his face. He wanted to taste more of her juices. He forgot this anger when he looked down his body. Sora's little yellow hand was holding his big white dick. She was about to put it in her amazing little snatch, he told himself. Perfect. When Sora's vagina touched the head of his dick, an erotic sensation went throughout Austin's body. Sora slowly began lowering herself on Austin's cock. He could not believe how tight she felt on his cock. It felt incredible, being squeezed so tightly as Sora's juices lubricated his dick. So warm and so amazing, he thought. He looked up at Sora's face. Her face was scrunched up and her squinted eyes look at him with desire. He knew she would take every inch. Her face had a look of both pleasure and pain as she bit her lip. Austin placed his hands on Sora's narrow hips. He couldn't believe that she could fit him in. He looked at her tight little bellybutton. My dick is going to touch this when it's fully inside her, he thought to himself as his body was overcome with lust.

Sora was happy when she finally got all of Austin's dick inside her. It felt so good. He was bigger than anything she had ever felt. He was touching parts of her pussy that had never felt any pleasure, and she could feel the waves of pleasure even down in her toes. Part of her wished that Austin was bigger though, so that she could feel even more. This was definitely the best dick that Sora had ever felt though, she happily told herself.

Sora began bucking back and forth on Austin's dick as it stretched her out. She felt amazing, and he knew that he needed to touch more of her. Austin sat up and kissed Sora. She responded enthusiastically. Austin ran his hands through Sora's long, sleek black hair and started thrusting back into her. He moved back down to her nipples. He had to. 

Sora was lost in passion. Austin's dick felt so good rapidly thrusting in and out of her pussy. It still clung to him so tightly. Sora could feel her orgasm building as Austin sucked her nipples and grabbed her tit. She noticed his breathing coming in short, fast bursts. She could feel his dick throbbing. I need to cum first, she told herself. Sora pushed him back onto the bed again and grabbed Austin's hands with her own. She leaned back so that she was on both of her feet. She crouched so that his dick stayed inside her. Sora began bobbing up and down on his dick.

Austin had been so close to cumming. Still, he was happy to have his orgasm continue to build. Sora had a foot on each side of him, pointed outward. He know that her sexy little feet couldn't completely balance her with her knees bent, so she had grabbed both of his hands with her own. He looked down, and Sora was quickly bobbing up and down on his dick. He almost came, watching his big white dick slide in and out of her sexy Asian pussy, getting squeezed tightly every time she came back down for more. Austin had to look away so that he didn't cum right there.




Queen Bee Sora



Sora looked down at Austin. He was transfixed, looking at her pussy as she fucked him. Sora could understand. She knew that she must look amazing as she fucked him. Austin looked pretty good himself. He had a great body, she thought to himself. He could be a big more muscular, she noted, but his body really was great. His skin was so nice too. It might be sexier if he was a bit darker, she told herself, but she understood why so many Asian women went for white guys. Sora saw Austin look away. Good, she said to herself. He knows that I am going to cum first.

Sora wrapped her legs around Austin, followed by her arms. She pulled back, and he followed, until she was on her back. Austin spread his legs wide so that he was still low enough to fuck Sora as he knelt at her vagina. Sora's legs were stretched straight and upward, going up Austin's chest. Her feet were near Austin's mouth. Austin looked at her soft white-yellow soles. He started fucking her pussy even more vigorously. He started kissing both feet all over as he held them in his large hands. So tiny and soft, he thought to himself. Austin licked the underside of the toes on Sora's right foot and took some into his mouth. He felt his orgasm balloon in his balls.

This is hot, Sora told herself. Austin was captivated by her whole body, even down to her toes. The friction between his big dick and her tight vagina was making her pussy heat up even more. She let Austin continue sucking for a few minutes before removing her toes and bringing both feet behind him. She spread her legs and began pushing into his ass with her feet. He responded by falling forward, holding himself up with his hands on the bed. He started fucking her quickly, and Sora responded back with thrusts of her own.

Austin fucked Sora as fast as he could. Her large tits bounced up and down on her chest as he fucked her, before eventually settling into a circular motion as he found a consistent rhythm. Austin stared at Sora's big nipples as they swung in circles on her ample tits. It was hypnotic to him. Sora's breasts were so big on her thin upper body that they often spilled over her side slightly. He had seen so many of his orgasms slowed while he fucked Sora. He knew that he wanted to make her cum above all else, but he also knew that he could not hold back for much longer.

Sora looked up at Austin fucking her. He was so handsome, and it looked sexy as he put her legs up on his shoulders and kept fucking her. Sora's orgasm was so close. She closed her eyes. It's so good getting fucked by the most popular, most handsome boy in school. It's so good getting fucked by a big dick. So good getting fucked by a strong man. An overpowering man. So good getting fucked by an overpowering, dark man. Sora's body shook with more pleasure than she had ever enjoyed as she finally came.

Austin saw Sora's mouth open and heard her light squeals. He felt her body shake and was happy that he had made the beautiful Asian girl cum. He had never been more proud of himself. He felt her pussy spasm on his dick and knew that he had to cum. He made a few more thrusts as his balls tightened. He was about to orgasm. After one final thrust Sora pushed him out of her with her legs on his shoulders. Austin's dick fell out as his orgasm struck. He shot his first wad of semen directly above Sora's pussy. As his body shook with orgasm he shot semen wildly with his strong bursts. He shot several wads on Sora's tight stomach, with a pool forming in her narrow bellybutton. A few strands stretched across her stomach all the way onto her large round tits. Austin leaned back slightly and his last three wads struck Sora in her gorgeous face. So innocent, and so sexy with my junk on her, Austin thought to himself as the best orgasm of his life ended.

Sora and Austin sat together in every class on Monday morning, shocking most of the students of Mandingo high. As Austin walked through the halls, carrying Sora's books, he received high fives from other male students. They were all envious that he could get with the sexy Asian goddess. Martin and Louis approached Sora to ask her why she let Austin carry her books instead of them, but she told them she didn't need them for that anymore. She gave them each a kiss on the cheek, even the black nerd Louis, and told them that she would still need them for some tasks. Boy boys wore stupid grins for the rest of the day.

At lunch Sora sat at the head of the table opposite Austin. Cher was banished to an empty table, and Sharmell stormed off to sit with her. Jason later joined them, but kept longingly staring at Sora. The other girls crowded around Sora and hung on her every word. Just like Japan, she thought to herself as she looked at her followers, and then at her handsome, popular boyfriend. Queen bee once again. They prattled on to Sora about their plans for the weekend, all of which included her, as she stood up.

"Austin, come." She ordered.

Austin happily rose and followed Sora out of the cafeteria. 

Moments later they reached the janitor's closet and Sora pulled Austin inside. She stood against the wall and pushed her panties to the floor as Austin dropped to his knees. She placed one knee over his shoulder and pulled him underneath her trademark skirt. She placed her hands under her skirt and on the back of Austin's head. He began eagerly licking her vagina and sucking on her clit. 

It's good to be queen, Sora smiled to herself.



Queen Bitch Part 1



Characters:

Monty Brooke – Mike's best friend. Father of Donnie and husband of Linda. He is famous for cheating on his wife.

Linda Brooke – A quiet woman who is sick of her husband cheating. 

Donnie Brooke – Monty's youngest son. He is a lot like his father and his wife Jordan is sick of him leaving her out and has been considering leaving him.

Jordan Kisich Brooke – Mother of two, the heroine and villain of the piece. She believes that she is a little Arabic because of her middle name.

Timmy Brooke – Jordan and Donnie's teenage son.

Katie Brooke - Jordan and Donnie's young daughter.

Mike Lewinsky – A man who is in love with his wife but feels disillusioned. He decides to go on vacation because he is sick of watching television where people assume he is related to Monica Lewinsky. He is not of course.

Febe Lewinsky – Mike's wife, a quiet caring woman who is stubborn in her ways.

Nick Lewinsky – The son of Mike and Febe, their only son. He is almost a man and his loyalties to his father run deep.

Bessie Ward – A wealthy woman who has been hot for Mike for years and finally suddenly becomes his mistress.

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Part One

It began with a sudden realization of Monty's white turning on his compact disk player. Mike was standing in the room looking out the window thinking, watching an attractive black woman walk down the street, turning the corner and disappearing. She had been very pregnant from the looks of it, as still very attractive. He wished that Febe would want to have more kids. They had only Nick, and Nick was a fine son but Mike had always dreamt of having more children. The black woman seemed a world away, and a race away.

"I got this cd player for fifty bucks up at the store. Surround sound, what do you think of that Mr. Lewinsky?" Monty said to Mike. But Mike did not answer, he was too busy watching the woman disappear, her fine ass moving off into the distance. "Looks like one of the kids left a cd in here."

The cd began playing. Monty had left the room, thinking that it was Randy Travis, but it was actually Lil Kim.

"To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes, used to clothes… love a hard bitch

One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema

Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar"

It wasn't that he wasn't happy with where his current situation, he was married and very content being a man with his wife. It was nice to get away from her a little bit though. Distance makes the heart fonder. He walked into the hallway of the old trailer made in the late 70s, the long thick green carpeting flat from the years of being trampled. So this was where Monty and Linda Brooke had decided to live, found a place alone to spend the middle part of their days away in a trailer park that allowed absolutely no children. He couldn't help but laugh at the idea as he realized that most of their stories were of things that had happened when the entire gang was much younger. Now, as Monty had noted to him once before, his children were now having children. 

The cd continued, "…Make him call his wife and say he never coming home…"

Mike looked up at the picture in the home of his lifelong friend Monty, and Monty's wife Linda. The long serious look on his face, his son in the other room talking to Linda. The years slipped by him, and slowly he began to deposit each and every idea in his mind.

Cd: "What? I'm loving this shit

Queen Bitch!"

The drive had been long, and the heat was intense, but was not to last. These were the final days of the Autumn that he had enjoyed. Fishing with his son, and going on trips with him while he had a few days away from school. It gave the two a chance for a father and son outing. 

Cd: "…I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us

No Doubt! Ay yo, yo

Come here so I can bust in ya mouth"

Just the two of them together, the way his wife had suggested. The picture on the wall reminded him of how fortunate he was to have both an understanding wife like Febe, and friends like Monty and Linda. 

Cd: "…And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick."

The four of them had always been close, and the picture on the wall of Monty's son and daughter getting married made him realize what they had all been through together.

Cd: "…All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked…"

Mike snapped to reality as a bus drove by, slowly he walked over to the cd player just in time as Monty walked into the room. "I'm turning this shit off." He winced, "I take it this isn't your music."

"Nah, like I said, the kids listen to that shit." Monty laughed shutting it off. "Damn bitch thinks she's a man or something."

"Or something." Mike laughed.

"Mike, I'm going down to Benny's store to see if he has any lights for my truck. I need to get the damn thing fixed. You comin?" Monty asked, always in a hurry with his fat belly flopping out of his pants.

"Um…." Mike looked over at his son, "Yeah why not. You coming along too?"

His son nodded and walked over with him to the door. "Ya know dad, I'm so glad that you brought me up here this weekend like I asked." Nick gently put his arms around his father and hugged him. Such a rare moment for there to be affection between the two of them. It was almost a once in a lifetime occurrence these days for them.

"You know Monty…" Mike said, putting his hand on his old friend's shoulder as they put their coats on and began to walk out of the house, "I have to tell you that he's been nagging and nagging me to come up here to see you guys. He really enjoys coming up here."

Monty nodded at him, really not paying much attention to him, he looked at his wife. "Have you seen my keys at all?"

Linda walked out and looked around on the table and the chair and finally found them shoved down behind the door in the carpeting. It was such a small house, situated in low income housing for older people who did not want to be bothered by children in a neighborhood. It gave them the opportunity to be totally free from the noises and the broken windows. But deep down, neither of them could be happy. They had tried to build a security wall around themselves in hopes that their family would hold together.

"I mean it Monty. This boy, the only thing he can talk about is coming to Seattle to see you guys." Mike said, trying to get his friend's attention, and feeling somewhat brushed off by his friend. Nevertheless, Mike felt that it was up to him to talk and ramble or whatever the case may be in his friend's eyes.

Monty opened the door for them, Linda having thrown him the keys to their blazer. "Good. We're happy to have you two around here." He said with a warm smile, then messing up the kid's hair for a laugh. "And maybe this boy will get some action."

"He's pretty smart, not out sleeping with every girl he sees." Mike added, trying to defend his son, who was feeling uncomfortable being looked upon so negatively by the obviously dirty old man that Monty was.

"Well you a virgin boy?" Monty said with a passing glance.

"Uh…" the poor boy stuttered, "Ye..yes.. I am." The teenage boy looked up at the pictures on the wall of Monty and Linda's grandchildren. His eyes skipped across them until it found the picture of their granddaughter Katie in the arms of her mother. A weary sigh escaped him in his shame.

"Never been with a girl… eat pussy or anything like that?" Monty continued, which Mike didn't mind because he knew that Monty was playing around. Monty had always been that way, and it was a crude way of being close with the boy.

"No.." he said lowering his head, "I've never been with a girl. Or even seen what one looks like naked."

"Well that's alright boy. Good enough. You can sit in the middle seat and we'll try and spot something for you to bring home and have some fun with." Monty began to laugh, "If you're anything like you're old man, when you stick that in a girl and let it explode and hear her groan like an animal, you'll know then and there what it's all about. Never want to do anything for the rest of your life. That's what I did." 

Linda looked back at them as they left the house shaking her head, it was a guy thing she supposed. Something that she had never understood about men. She was glad that Mike and Nick would only be around for three days, the weekend. They were lucky if they saw the two twice in an entire year, and with Winter on it's way, they would most likely not see them for another year. She really didn't like the stress of company anymore, and was glad that her son Donnie was having a party the following day.

Linda waited until the guys left, and then picked up the phone, slowly dialing the number for her son's house. She had gotten extremely close to her son over the past few years, embracing the life that he had built for himself. Donnie had become a successful craftsman who was akin at fixing anything mechanical, even putting extremely large amounts of money into useless pieces of equipment just to see how they worked. 

Linda listened as her ten year old grandson answered the phone, "Yes Josh, this is Grandmum, is your mother there at the moment? I'd like to speak with her please."

"Yeah I'll get her grandmum. Is Pappa coming over at all today?" Josh said, off track as ten year old are known to be.

Linda rolled her eyes, she was glad that he hadn't seen it. She loved her grandchildren dearly, and their mother over the past few years had been one of the best at raising her children into fine ladies and gentleman. There were two of them, a boy and a younger girl who had just started first grade. "No, sweetie, I believe he said that he was going to be over tomorrow though for the party."

"Ok Grandma thanks!" the boy answered…. The short silence, and then his mother was on the other end.

"Jordan? Do you have a minute?" Linda asked politely to her daughter.

Jordan had the phone up to her ear while stirring a pot of macaroni and cheese on the stove for her daughter who was sitting at the table complaining that she was hungry. "Yeah but make it quick ok? I'm getting Kayla some dinner and then when Donnie comes home we're gonna get ready for the party tomorrow."

"Ok I'll be quick then," Linda sighed, "You know it's kind of cramped here, and since you have such a large house, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

"Sure anything. Hmm let me guess." Jordan replied, her long hair and ridged features of her native ancestry, holding within her a secret yearning to see Mike again. She knew that he would be in.

"Ok, well, Mike and his son are in for the weekend and I really don't have anywhere for them to stay. I was wondering if we could arrange it that after the party tomorrow that they could spend the rest of the weekend over there. It would only be like one night or something like that. You have a lot more room than we do over here you know. And since we'll be over for the party…"

Jordan turned off the macaroni and cheese on the table and spooned it into a bowl for her daughter, "Now you be careful cause this is hot." And slowly replied to Linda, not meaning to be so busy, "Well, ok. I like having them over. Old Mike is always fun to have around, and his son has never given any of us problems. I'd be glad to have them over. He can have my bed." She chuckled to herself, "We haven't been doing all that much with my yeast infection anyhow. What a pain!" she exclaimed.

"Another one? You should get to the doctor and see if there isn't something wrong with you." Linda spoke with concern, "You just want to be able to say that you've had Mike in your bed though. I know how you are."

"He can have my bed and your son too! He loves his nookie… the doctor I did see told him, 'She needs time to heal down there. Give her some time.' But he won't listen. Mike can have it, but I don't mind having them over. He has a check for me… owes me the three hundred for the ceramics that I sent to Febe and him."

Linda smiled to herself, "Ok good. Monty and I talked it over and we'll bring them over tomorrow. I'll see you there then."

"Ok… be sure to bring some extra hot dog buns ok?" Jordan added.

That night, Nick sat in the top bunk of the trailer of Monty and Linda's house, looking down at the open window. It was about three in the morning, and the only thing that he could keep in his mind was that he was finally there, in Seattle. He adored going up there and seeing Monty and Linda and Donnie and Jordan, they were all like family to him. Especially Monty, although he had his moments of getting on the young man's nerves, he was like an uncle that he had not seen in a long time. 

The moon echoed her sparkling glow through the open window, down on the bare flesh of his arm, and he knew that somehow it was the same moon that was shining down on the lake that he loved so much. The memories that he held as a child when his mother and father would take him all around the city. He remembered going swimming in the lake with them, and with Jordan and Donnie. 

Donnie and Jordan, the two crazy assed young blood of Seattle. They were both in their early thirties. Those two were always fun to be around. Now they had bought their own house, just east, out in the country and walking distance to the lake. It was exciting to think that he was going to, from what he'd heard, spend the next few days out there walking all around the property. Totally amazing to him. His young body ached for action the next day, walking around the party. There were supposedly fifty guests to show up, and people that he had never met.

"God," he said in a whisper, "I'm so glad that you've brought me here to see all of this beautiful land. Driving here was so neat. I hope that I get to have fun tomorrow at Donnie and Jordan's and that I will get to spend more time with them. Especially Jordan, I like how she always says what she feels and means what she says. She's so cool. Amen."

He covered his eyes with his hand for awhile, blocking the moonlight, realizing that it was keeping him awake. But still, he looked down at the bottom bunk as his father moved in his sleep, he knew that his thoughts were racing like a freight train. He couldn't and wouldn't be able to sleep at all, and was used to the feeling that he got on trips. 

The next morning, Mike and his son woke up late. It was well after noon by the time that they had all of their clothes changed and met Monty at the truck for their ride to the party. It was still rather early, a full three hours until the party. It was going to be one of those all afternoon parties where the guys would sit around and break in a keg of Iron City Beer.

"We're gonna stop by the distributor and pick up a case of beer in case the party goes bust ya know. They never plan ahead these things." Monty said with a sigh, "I keep telling my fricken son that you need to figure out how many people are coming."

"He said around fifty." Mike chimed in.

"Fifty, he always says fifty. And then he ends up inviting everybody and their brother and you have a hundred or so. And then I hear, 'Hey pop wanna go get me some booze?" Monty laughed, grinding down on the clutch.

"Yeah that's when nobody shows up though." Mike smiled. "Don't let me forget to give her my check."

"Ok. Yeah you know it."

Monty was a wild driver, always going twenty miles over the speed limit, just for the hell of it. Always with the lead foot, and it made Mike extremely nervous. It was one thing that he'd never understood about Monty and his family, when they wanted something done they wanted it done immediately. The great outlaws who defied every man made law on the planet. 

"Ya know," Monty said with a smile, "This party is gonna be great. Maybe we'll piss Jordan off like we did the last time."

"What'd you do now?" Mike chuckled, looking in his wallet for money to pay for half of the beer.

"Well….. well…. Ok you got me." Monty stated to laugh hysterically, almost driving completely off the road towards a little girl on a bike who gave them the finger.

"Monty watch the road!"

"I am Mike," Monty continued, "So anyway what was I saying?"

"Um… something about your son's party that he had and pissing his wife off."

"Oh..yeah ok." Monty said, paying more attention to the road this time. "We got hammered. And Jordan can't drink booze, so we were out of it and she was sober. So we went…." He paused as he passed a slower driver, "He um… anyhow she was there wearing a T shirt and a bathing suit underneath that. And we got riled up and tried to get her to do a little strip for us. Had a bet what her breast size was. Donnie got in on it too and she flipped. Wouldn't talk to me for a whole.. fu.. frickin week!" He was starting to become annoyed by Mike, questioning his driving ability.

By then, it was time to get the booze, and Monty's mind was too absorbed in the idea of the beer more so than his broken stories. None of his stories ever made sense, and they were never finished. He'd spend the entire time driving to a place and wait until the last two minutes of the drive to begin a deep conversation because he knew that there was nobody who would ever end the conversation in anything but his favor.

Not long after, they arrived at Donnie and Jordan's. Donnie having already had at least four beers. They would not make it much further than the garage. They already had the chairs and the tables set up out there under the spotlight where they could all be alone and get drunk, pass out under the gleaming light. Mike and his son left Monty and Donnie alone to discuss a few things about mechanics out in the garage with Jordan's father. 

Nick was always careful to take a look at his surroundings. It was a long walk to the house from the garage. They had a beautiful garden, now in ruin from the frosts, and he wondered what it had looked like in the Summer. They always had beautiful tomatoes and peppers and corn ripe for the picking, most of it falling off on the vine. Jordan had her art studio out in the garage as well, a small sectioned off area with all of her paints and paintings, something that he would have to be sure to ask her about when there was more time. She was always interested in spending time with him discussing strange occurrences, having grown up on a farm she was far from innocent. He remembered her once telling him that she was proud of him for being such a good boy and being so level headed. "When I was your age, I was screwing boys in the barn and drinking beer like you can't imagine" But of course that concealed how she had talked and acted around him when she was alone. She had a side of herself that was crazy.


It was shortly before the party, Mike and his son sat it the kitchen of Donnie and Jordan's house, relaxed and enjoying the shelter from the mid November day. The heater fired up in the cellar, and the vents turned their hot air with the loud clutter from the old machine. 

Jordan stood in the doorway, sweat beading on her forehead, just coming from the garage. She had the look of frustration, which was clearly visible with all of the new people in her house. "So are you guys leaving tomorrow or the day after?"

Mike looked up at her, he noticed that she gave him that look, it was the look with a twist of her hips. She had the innocent schoolgirl face that looked as if it would disappear at any moment, "Not sure yet. I was thinking about tomorrow morning or maybe the next day depending on what Donnie says he's doing." 

"Well it might be a little bit of a day tomorrow, we might need you around. There is something wrong with my dad's truck, he took it down to his place to have a look at it and did all kinds or work on it. Monty wouldn't even let his father in her to touch his tools or anything." Jordan said, moving into the kitchen where Mike and his son were sitting quietly.

Mike laughed at what she said, looking though his wallet to see how much money he had on him.




Queen Bitch Part 1



Jordan continued, "It's like, then Donnie tells him 'No dad you're not touching any of my frickin tools.' He says, 'You never put anything back.'"

Mike laughed deeper.

Jordan moaned, walking over to the food that she was cooking in the oven. "And that's like whoah they used to be just slap nuts, you'd find tools everywhere."

Mike, "Yeah."

Jordan began to laugh to herself. "If you didn't run over it, you didn't find it you know. So that's why I was like, I looked at dad and went WHAT? You wouldn't let him in there? Boy is that strange. "

Mike slowly raised his head, having said little but an agreement since she had walked in the room, "You know, this is surprising that he had some things that he needed done to his car and told me that he needed them done. And put back to where they belong. He said, I better get this done right or Donnie will go nuts on me. He said, he don't like his tools lying around."

"That's putting it lightly" she whispered, moving over the table at him.

"I thought to myself, um… Monty's like that too I guess." He continued.

"Yeah"

Mike, "And um"

"He takes right after him." Jordan said, throwing her hands up in the air. "I said, 'I don't mind you taking after your father. But there are a few things if you EVER take after your father…'"

Mike seemed amused as he listened to her rant, "You're dead?"

"Yeah," she said with a smile. "I will not put up with cheating. That's the number one thing. I said, 'If you feel you gotta so somewhere else, you let me know first and we'll talk about it.' And I said, 'Please don't forget this.' There's little things that he will do that I'll say, 'Hey now aren't we the senior now huh?'"

Mike laughed to himself, taking notice of a novel sitting on the table.

Jordan cried out with laughter. "And he gets mad." She looked down at the book and put her hand on it, playing with the pages, "Jane Austen, what a weird writer. This book makes absolutely no sense at all, even with three or four cups of coffee."

He looked over to her with his cup in the air. "I wouldn't mind some more coffee. Forget the book."

"Well it's over here in the pot you know." She said matter of factly.

"Yeah but it's so far away." He whined.

Jordan's voice rose mockingly, "Well damnit Mike, get your ass over here and get some. Jesus Christ, my son is ten years old and he can get coffee for himself."

Mike got up from his chair with a groan and walked over to get more coffee in his coffee cup. The whole time her looked over at his son, who was reading the newspaper.

Then she looked down at the dishwasher. "I keep telling Donnie to get me a gasket for this dish washer. It used to really shoot out hard when we first got it and now it won't work."

Mike grinned at her erotically. "Yeah you like when it shoots out hard?"

She looks at him with a horny grin and smiled, "Yeah it didn't leak or anything. Well when we changed the water over to city water.. er .. whatever. They took the old one out and it screwed it up. Boy is that thing hard cutting. Oh dear. How long does it take to get one of these installed?"

Mike moved closer for a look. "Oh about an hour if you want me to work on it?"

Jordan "No well it's ok I'll have Donnie look at it, otherwise he'll just bitch. He's so jealous." She looked up at him and puckered her lips, "And besides, you're on vacation."

He looked out the window at her yard, "Vacation but in heaven, I love this house of yours. I'd love to have what you have here. That big yard and the flowers…"

She laughed reaching for the dishwasher, "I'm content with it, but it is a lot to take care of."

He was standing beside her when slowly she leaned forwards to adjust a switch on her dishwasher. A sudden spark struck down from the food on the stove. She leaned over to shut off the burner when Mike caught eye of the fact that her one hand was in the wet dishwasher and the other on the electric stove. She was whispering something to herself and smiled back at him.

"Jordan be careful!" he exclaimed as he reached out to her, catching her around the waste as her hands touched both switches. The electricity suddenly coursed through Jordan's body and then through Mike's body, and they both fell on top of each other as the shock ended. 

Mike blacked out, having taken the brunt of the shock. The next thing that Mike knew, he felt himself being carried up the stairs and placed onto the bed that Donnie and Jordan had offered him to use for the night. It was so soft against his back as he was lightly set down, and seemed strange to him that someone had managed to carry him upstairs. It didn't even seem as though it was someone that he knew. He slowly regained consciousness.

"Mike?" a strong masculine voice whispered in his ear. The man looking down from the bedroom window at the yard where the children were playing on the tractor, the warm sun radiating on him.

"Yes.. I…m.. I'm.. ok. Help me up." Mike moaned, barely realizing the change in his voice, and held his hand up to his forehead, "What it the matter with my voice? And who are you?"

The man slowly stood over him with his hand down his pants examining the new penis that came with the body, "Mike, I hate to break this to you but somehow we um… traded places here. That shock knocked you out, but this huge body could take the shock of it. I woke up and saw myself lying there and carried you upstairs. I already told your son … er my son what happened and he wants to talk to you later. Oh boy what a day." The man gently rubbed his hand against Mike's breasts, "My what a beautiful woman I was."

"Jordan?" Mike moaned, holding his hand up to his head. "I have the most incredible sensation… the worst headache I've ever had in my life. How did.. ugh…" she felt like she was going to throw up.

"No Jordan here." Jordan said, bending down and kissing her forehead, "You're Jordan now. I'm Mike. Look at me…."she sighed, "I'm definitely not Jordan anymore. And your headache will go away. We'll need to discuss my body and a few other things."

Mike looked down at his shirt that suggested his breasts, and felt the tightness of his jeans against the unfamiliar mounds of flesh between his legs. "I'm a she…. I'm Jordan Brooke? What could be worse than that"

"Yes you're me. And I'm going to have to teach you how to calculate my monthly period, those tampons can be a bitch going in at times, and to take your birth control pills so you don't get pregnant. That would really suck, and if I have another baby with Donnie, I want it to be with me in that body. I think this is only temporary, so please just do whatever I'd normally do." Jordan sighed as she reached her hand down towards her vagina, "Oh…. How Donnie would kick my ass for touching you there. He um… well… you're his wife now. And you want to keep that clean down there. Wipe when you pee or it will get all smelly. And be extra clean when it's that time of the month. And above all, take your medicine for that yeast infection."

"Yeast infection!!!!" the new Jordan moaned in terror, "I can't handle this. I'm not doing any of that stuff. I'm taking my son and going home."

"Yes you have a son and a daughter. Josh and Kayla, conceived with true passionate love between Donnie and me." The new Mike said with scorn, "And that IS my body. And if you DON'T take the pill and take care of yourself, you will be walking around for nine months with a third child. He's gonna fuck you cause he loves his poontang and yes he lets it loose in that little box. I don't think you want that. You're a mommy now and a woman."

Jordan, as she would have to call herself now, took a deep breath and looked up at her previous body. She never realized how strong and dominant she had looked like when she was a man. Now she couldn't help but feel fear in the prospect of all that she was being told. "No… no … no… There is no way in hell. This can't be real. I'm not you, Jordan. I'll call myself it for now… but I want my own body back my tomorrow. I'm not sleeping with Donnie. Uh…uh… never." She rose her voice, "Son! Get in here. I need your help."

The new Mike took a deep breath and waited for Nick to come into the room, seeing Jordan's body down to her panties sitting on bed looking extremely unhappy. He had seen the even happen and knew what had happened, still somewhat in shock himself.

"Listen, Dad." Nick said, trying to look away from the obviously attractive woman, "I love you.. I'm having trouble knowing what to say."

Jordan looked up at her son, putting away her feelings for a few minutes and leaned over to her son. She was starting to get tears in her eyes as she carefully hugged him, feeling her breasts against his chest. "Look… Nick… this is … I'm going home with you, I don't care what she says. This isn't my body and deep down I'm still your father. We'll get through this alright."

"And what about mom?" Nick sighed, "What about her. You know she doesn't like other women. She'd never go down for that. I don't want to see us all get broken up over this Dad."

Jordan lovingly tightened her grip around her son, "I may as well call myself JORDAN. So… Mike, we'll talk about this later on. Can I have a few minutes alone with my son?"

Mike shook his head and looked at the new woman, her bra wasn't on straight and her breast was flopping out on her son, "No… you two can't be this close. I'm sorry, I'd never let him touch me like that. Get that breast back in there! My fucking God I can't believe this!" he was becoming angry, "Come on! The party is in like twenty minutes. People are going to come in here! You have to get the food out of the oven and start getting it prepared. You're a hostess!!! Enough of the huggy shit!"

Jordan's eyes glazed over as she looked back at her former body, "It's ok son, I'll always be here for you." She took a deep breath, "AND AS FOR YOU! 'Enough of this huggy shit?' EXCQUEESE me!?!?! I'm NOT YOU. And I WILL get my body back. I'll do your little party today and try and be the little wife. But you… shit.. you just see who stays here."

"Yeah, you just remember that you are in my body. Try and find someone to believe you. It's like the check you brought and… I signed for you baby." Mike reached down and grabbed his crotch, "I don't think you have the balls to be a wife. Must be a little DRAFTY down there? Don't you fucking realize that you are a woman? You're married and have two children. You have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday that you WILL go to."

"And WHY would I need to go to the doctor?" Jordan said mockingly, holding her hands on her hips. Her son helped her place her breast back inside of her top.

Mike pointed at Nick, "Get your hands off of that thing!" "You know, I never minded you coming up here to visit us but this is the last time. You're going to the doctor on Tuesday to see about your yeast infection and having your koochie examined. You'll LOVE it. And you will do it because like it or not, it's your body and you need to keep it healthy. Otherwise you'll feel extremely stinky down there. We must keep ourselves clean if we want to be a lady." He began to chuckle, "I'm gonna go have a few drinks with the guys. And remember… as soon as that clears up down there, Donnie's gonna be pounding your puss. Until then, you better keep that big mouth open and give some good head."

"I said I'm not." Jordan said, pointing at herself, "Doing that. I am not sleeping with that husband of yours!" She collapsed on the bed as Mike left. She knew that Mike was not being mean, but merely being more realistic than she was. She had obviously gained his tact during the transfer. She had gained her dizziness.

Nick closed the door and embraced her, in her pool of near tears and emotions, gently holding her in his arms as best he could, "It's going to be ok. It's gonna be ok."

It wasn't long later that the party finally got underway. All of the pork and the various food items were painstakingly set on the outside table, the wind making it extremely difficult to keep the table cloth down. Jordan felt so uncomfortable in her new body, with the occasional sexual glance from Donnie, it was not a picnic for the newly formed woman. She had made it a point not to do anything that Jordan would normally do, in a form of rebellion, and yet her own body was starting to betray her.

Jordan leaned over the table to serve the mashed potatoes to Mike, and felt his gawking glance at her breast. She looked over at him, amongst the other people, and felt the sharp smile on his face. It was his way of telling her that she was doing a good job and putting up a good front as herself. The new Mike was the entire essence of the old Jordan, and that wasn't a bad man. He really seemed and looked handsome to Jordan, and she felt a strange tingle between her legs and realized that she was being turned on by her own body, then decided to continue about her business.

Nick took a small helping of mashed potatoes, and had very little on his plate. The rest of the family had seemingly covered their plates with ham and potatoes and gravy, and a fresh slice of cherry pie. But Nick had never been a big eater, and was somewhat meek. Jordan remembered and realized this as she walked around his side of the table. She carefully leaned over to him and whispered in his ear in strange lady like fashion. "Son, you know you can have some ham. I brought it out and you're welcome to it."

"It's ok, I don't have much of an appetite." The boy said with a deep quiet sigh, deep inside knowing that the outcome would be obvious. He would lose his father completely to Jordan's life. He even had to call his father, the man who conceived him, by the name of a woman who was merely a friend and that he had once had somewhat of a crush on. This was totally different. His only hope was the same thing that had been racing through his mind since the minute that this happened. It was HIS fault that his father and he had gone to Seattle this weekend.

"Ok sweetie, just remember that it's here and I'll…" she began to say, then suddenly distracted from across the table by Monty, who was on his second beer already.

"Is there anymore of these beans in the kitchen or did Donnie eat them all?" Monty looked over at Donnie and then at Jordan, "I bet he's just trying to find something to keep his pencil hard."

Everybody at the table, including a reluctant Jordan laughed at the comment.

"Yeah she's gonna get the old meat tonight. Isn't that right babe?" Donnie said to her, reaching for her waste and sitting her on his lap, where she felt his hard pecker pull up from his jeans against her ass.

She felt him bounce her on his one knee, "Yes hon. You keep up with that and might just have to.. " she leaned forward and gave him a soft passionate kiss, "give it to me right here and now." The whole kiss totally disgusted her, but she knew that he would be too drunk by evening to know her from the pillow.

"Then maybe I should just excuse ourselves?" Donnie laughed, grabbing her ass and reaching for a bread roll at the same time, "Want a little creamy Caesar on that salad?"

That evening, Jordan looked out the window of the kitchen to see the result of the party. People had stopped by, and many having left. The evening had worn down and she had more time to sit down alone and think things over.

Her son, or rather Mike's son, was on the porch coming through the door as she opened the door for him. She left it open for him to come into the kitchen, and then went into the living room to take a careful glance on her children who had fallen asleep in front of the television. Josh and Kayla were curled up together on the sofa, wrapped up in a sleeping bag having fallen asleep to Walker Texas Ranger, their favorite show. Nick came in and put a warm loving arm on her shoulder as she stood in the doorway.

"Lock the door." Jordan sighed quietly, "And please tell me that they are all passed out."

Nick nodded, being that they were the only two sober ones from the party, "Door is locked and the guys are out cold. That Jordan ..er… you know… he..she can sure drink a lot of booze. She went down fast."

Jordan shook her head and leaned back into his arms, "Yeah she never could hold down her beer. I didn't drink any because I know she gets sick on it and I don't want to take the chance. You never know what might happen with those guys." She moved closer to her children and kissed Kayla on the forehead. She felt the warm motherly instinct hit her for the first time in this new body.

"She's…. they're asleep. You don't want to wake them."

"I know…" Jordan sighed, "Just look at them. They are so beautiful…. It's weird. I mean I'm … I am more blood to them now than I am to my own son. They are so beautiful and I feel and know that it was this body… these lips… this… well… body that slept with Donnie and carried them for nine months. I have the fat from birthing them, the saggy breasts. It's weird Nick, really WEIRD. I don't know what to do anymore. I mean, I don't want this body."

"Come on, this isn't fair to you." Nick said, taking her hand and leading her zombie like out of the living room. "You have to realize that you are not Jordan Brooke. You are MY father, deep down and I'll always consider you my father. That man out there doesn't know anything about me like you do."

"I know…" she cooed… "I know. But… I've been thinking about things. I mean… Donnie isn't such a bad guy and he takes good care of ..me. He's aggressive but I'm sure we could get me back in my own body. I don't want to stay here Nick. I don't! But I can't leave these kids without a mother. It's not right."

He looked back at her in shock, "What the hell do you mean? You can't actually love him and want to be with him. What about mom?"

"I married your mother because I love her. She… she's got the juiciest lips I've ever tasted. But listen. I went in and took a piss earlier.. and I got one just like her. She's not going to want to be with me. And of course I don't love Donnie.. I'm not gay.." She paused and winced in pain, slipping a finger down between her legs and began to rub the labia of her slit. "Shit… I'm so fucking itchy down there! This is so sick! It's so…"

"She said she has a yeast infection." He reminded her.

She gave him an unhappy glare, "Yeah I saw that 'yeast infection'… in just a few hours I've had more of an itch in my cunt than anywhere else in my body. It feels like those lips are raw. And then I had this really thick white discharge from my … hole. And it was so damn smelly… Jesus!" she began to rub herself some more. "Fuck. This is starting to turn me on!"

"Are you using the medication?" 

"I put a little bit of Monistat on myself and it didn't hurt too much anymore, but I can't see in the damn thing ya know. I need HER to come in here and do this for me. It's so icky!" Jordan whimpered.

Nick stood up and motioned for her to follow him, "Come on, we're going to the bathroom and work on this problem."

"Um.. I don't think so. It's … I have a problem with you seeing me naked like this. Please no. I have a tattoo I don't want you to see."

"What kind of tattoo? I can't imagine her having one." He squinted, trying to drag her into the bathroom.

"Well it looked like some kind of winking moon with the sun split down the middle." She blushed, "Right on my um… my left thigh not far from my other thing. I wonder if Donnie knows that she has a tattoo.. he hates tattoos."

"And look at your belly button." He said shaking his head, "There is the circled ring C with the two butterflies on it that she had when she…"

"Yeah I remember that. Oh my…" she said as she touched her belly looking at her second tattoo, "She got that one after she had her second baby to show that they were … I don't understand why people get tattoos." 

"Listen," Nick said excitedly, "They are all passed out! They are not going to know that I did a little inspecting around your husband's back. I'll take a look at it and get the crème and look up inside of you and see what I can find out."




Queen Bitch Part 1



She winced at the word 'husband'. "He's not MY husband. Please stop doing that." She rolled her eyes, "Come on lets go. Lets get this over with. But be careful cause it hurts down there."

They went into the bathroom and Jordan stripped down from her clothes to her bra and panties, removing the panties and giving it to her son. He took them and sat them on the floor. She stood up in front of him and fluffed her hair stark naked.

"So, what do you think? Pretty sad isn't it?" she said, looking at her son, "Oh stop staring at the breasts, they really aren't that hot on this end."

He slowly leaned down and examined her crotch, the thick hair surrounding her vagina. "Could you put your leg up and spread it open for me?" 

"Yeah yeah ok." She said, opening herself for him, feeling the warm white liquid from her infection seep down onto the floor. It stunk so bad that both of them began to gag.

"That is one raunchy hole!" he gagged, moving slowly over to the garbage can where he began to throw up, "Shit what did she do shove something dead up there? It's no wonder she's only been giving head."

She leaned forward and pushed her pussy closer to his face, "Don't remind me about what these lips did. There is no way I'm gonna suck him off. Take a look at my puss…. Stick your finger in there and feel your way around. I really haven't touched it deep that much."

He reached up and began to play with the top of her slit, slowly fingering in and out with one finger in her hole and the other against her clit. She felt a spark of excitement rock through her body.

"OHHHHW…. Wow what was that?"

"That's your clit." Nick smiled, "A woman's clitoris. The thing that gives sexual pleasure."

"Oh fuck that felt soooo good." She whimpered, looking down at what he was doing, "I'll have to remember that. Gawd.. keep at it." They both laughed.

He slowly began to rub the edges of the pea shaped organ until she began to get even more turned on, and then quit when they both realized that it may be pleasurable but she did not want to get stimulated by her own son.

"Ok, that is really nice and wet. I'd say that your body is in good shape. Jordan really took good care of it. I mean, from what I've read, it doesn't look bad for having two kids. What do you think?" he smiled, looking up at the pussy and the two breasts that were the most noteworthy part of her body. It was not something that he totally disliked, having always had secret fantasies about seeing the beautiful woman naked. "But on the bright side, you're a lot younger like this than you were, and women have totally different physiologies than men do. I think you'll find that your emotions will be a lot different as you adapt to this body."

She straddled the edge of the bath tub as she began to take a piece of paper and wipe the inner folds of her body. She was almost oblivious to what he was saying, and not paying much attention to his amateur gynecological exam. "What exactly do you mean by 'physiology'?" she said, throwing her hand up, "I mean I'm not stupid or anything. I just mean that I'm in a woman's body and feeling what she's feeling but I wouldn't have a woman's physiology."

He smiled back at her, handing her the bottle of crème for her yeast infection, the white crème protruding from the end of the bottle, "Well… you do have her brain. You didn't change brains. I guess you really ARE her but maybe your memories and thoughts and stuff formatted over each others. Um.. Like a computer or something? Or the ancient Karma Sutra would show it as like a spirit change. So that means that you really ARE her in more ways than one. And until you change back…" he took a deep long sigh, "You will adjust to this body and become more comfortable in it."

He watched her carefully as she took a small amount of crème out of the tube and rubbed it in her fingers. The long fingernails were new to her, so she had some trouble getting used to the texture as well as the new length and shape of her hands. The expression on her face, the deep blue eyes beneath the thick brown framed glasses made her look like any middle-aged woman who had lived her life this far with men and children. She had that look on her face as if she was still bearing the brunt of all of the uncertainties that Jordan had faced in her early years, the look in her eyes of the years in high school and growing up on the farm. She had seen her first dose of sex at an early age, having been with her father when he was taking the stud bull into farm. She learnt then that it was the submissive female who needed a strong man, to run a farm, to run the world. But it was from there that she had taken the other path, becoming a strong willed woman, who now as a man fit perfect to the body so that she would enjoy it's total advantages. But, even though the one that he had know was so much alike to the Jordan that he saw now, this new one was his father who knew absolutely nothing about what Jordan had gone through and shared with him. She took her finger out of her slit, it felt strange to feel an emptiness 'down there' that was made to be filled by a man. He smiled as she took her finger up to her nose and sniffed it saying, "Yeah not a bad koochie for a married gal. I'd eat it if I was a man."

He moved closer to her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, reaching out and taking her hand. He understood and respected her opinion regardless of her decision, and knew that she would never let a man manipulate her. "We'll get through this together."

The next day, everybody woke up with a hangover. Everybody except for Jordan and Nick, who were enjoying the harassment that they could ensue on the previous night's party. The table sat cluttered, looking like a bomb had hit it, beer spilled all over the place. It had been a wild party and the mail and books on the table stood in contrast to what was really on the inside. On the outside, the whole situation looked predominantly a clean up with Jordan cleaning off the table and making the room look more presentable. Making the room presentable was extremely difficult due to the fact that she was new to the whole situation and she was forced to throw away some perishable items, one of Katie's drawings and a half read copy of Jane Austen's novel Emma.

Donnie was in the kitchen with Monty, all of them begging for peace and quiet. And Mike was out in 'his' car looking for Tylenol to try and relieve his headache, a splitting one unlike anything that he had ever felt as a woman. It was so new and strange for him as well, and he couldn't help but wonder what Jordan had done that night and that morning waking up to a drunken husband next to her. She knew exactly how Donnie could be when he was drunk, and it somehow seemed exciting to not have to go through it, almost as exciting as not having to squat to pee. 

"Oh Donnie! Donnie! DONNIE! My DARLING HUSBAND!" Jordan laughed as she danced around the room to get on Donnie's nerves. She was dressed as baggy as she could, to try and hide her most protruding features. "Why don't you have another BEER!"

Mike listened from outside, hearing Jordan rant and rave and enjoying herself. He had realized that even he, in the short span of a day, it had been a day now, was beginning to live and feel like any other man on God's green earth. And most of all, he enjoyed the freedom that being a man brought to him. He was no longer stuck to watch two children and worry about a husband that loved him only when HE wanted to be loved. It wasn't right, and now finally he had figured a way out.

It was then, sitting in the car, that Mike came up with the final solution to the Jordan problem, and it involved simply leaving her here to get along with Donnie and the kids. 

"That little twat is stuck, I'm free of that life." He whispered to himself.

He sat down and quietly penned out a letter to her that she would find earlier in the day, after the two of them had gone their separate ways. He knew that she had to go to the store later on in the day, a big grocery order, and doing so would give time for him to leave. He quietly packed his clothes the rest of the day.

Later on that day, Donnie had gone to work and it was just Mike and Jordan and Nick alone in the house. The kids had gone with Monty to their grandparents for the day. It would give, purely by coincidence, the three of them some more time together. Jordan was getting ready to leave for the grocery store, looking for her purse and a few other necessities.

When she returned, she found that Mike and Nick had indeed left. She wondered where they had gone, being that she was planning on getting her clothes packed and leaving secretly with her son back home.

She ran inside looking around for a trace of them, in horror realizing that everything that they had brought with them was gone. Her thick winter jacket, the one that Febe had just bought for her in exchange for a wild night of sex, was gone. The only thing she found was on her and Donnie's bed, a small letter wrapped around a VHS tape. It read:

Jordan,

I am sorry that it has to be like this, but I know that you will agree that this is the easiest way to settle things. Febe will not love you and would not sleep with you in my body. At best, you would be great friends. The institution of marriage is sacred, we need to hold true to this belief. You're married to my husband and you would not be safe anywhere without him looking for you, just think of how complicated it would get!

I'm leaving, and taking Nick, although he's been protesting. I promised him that I would return in the Spring with him and his mother. I want you to at least see her, and know that I am not doing this to hurt you. I would never hurt you, and have always treasured you as a friend when you would come visit Donnie and myself. I feel like hell doing this, but the goodbye would be too hard on all of us. And it is really not a goodbye, but a way of saying that we will meet soon and perhaps by then figure out how to get back in the bodies that we belong in. Until then get that yeast infection checked out, seriously, it is dangerous and you must remember the old P.T.A. bath as much as possible.

Mike.

Ps. I am enclosing a VHS tape that you must watch if you are going to take over my life. Watch it when you are alone. It will give you an idea of what Donnie likes in love making. The first part is our first love tape together, her gets off watching it. And the second part is when he invited two of his friends over and they fucked my brains out. Three cocks at once, so be sure that your body can take all of it.

The following morning, after Jordan had calmed down from the shock of the letter, she began her daily rituals as she had for the past three days as a woman. Getting out of bed after Donnie had left for work, she never could quite get used to the feeling of being the "live at home mom" who stayed home and cleaned and washed clothes and cook for the kids while they were at school. The rewards were simple and genuinely important to her, or so she had found, being the money in the pockets and the dirty dishwater hands. Helping the kids with their homework had been a pain, she had never needed to help Nick with his homework when he was their age. 

Jordan sat in the cellar taking clothes out of the drier and carefully folding them to their specific hampers, keeping in mind the new family that she had acquired, and how thankful she was to have them as a new part of her life. The basement was a regular marvel to her, seeing things anew as a woman, her glasses sticking to her face. She had never worn glasses before, and it seemed so different to her, and it was even more strange to take them off at night and have a man cuddle up to her with his penis resting on her perfectly curved ass. She took extra careful time folding his underwear, knowing that this would be her life for awhile until her son and her "friend" returned to help her get back to her life as a man. She brought a pair of Donnie's unwashed underwear up to her nose and could smell the residue of his wet dream on them. "ahhh.." she grinned, as if smelling freshly baked bread. "If only Febe had a set?"

The most amazing thing for Jordan, she considered while walking up the stairs with a load of clothes, was the fact that the children had no clue that she was not their mother. Where, in all actuality, this was the woman that had given birth to them and carried them for nine months. This was the woman who went into labor and gave up sweets and smoking, sitting naked in a delivery room with her legs spread in stirrups for the whole world to see. She had watched it on the videos, the ones that had been hidden in Donnie and her secret stash. The birth of their children, Josh and Kayla, and it was a wondrous sight. She saw her new body, THIS body that she looked down at, open and spring forth a head of a baby. Intense pain that she could only now begin to understand. She heard her voice scream out, which took some getting used to because Jordan sounded like the star of The Nanny. "I'm a mommy! I'm a mommy!"

Then she remembered, somehow, the feeling of Kayla suckling her breasts for milk, and nourishing a helpless little life. These new feelings struck her, sitting down with her hand against her head and her legs spread so that she would remember that this was her vagina.

Jordan was a mother, finally, and loved her son and daughter deeply. She kept strong memories in her heart, saying over and over to herself that this was not her life and that Nick was her real and only son that she had loved. She remembered the long fishing trips that they had taken, building fires and talking about girls and man stuff. It bothered her now because she was no different than one of those girls, and Jordan had been the butt of many comments. Like "She's not bad for having two children." As if she was only a piece of meat to be used to a man's delight. She felt dirty with the thoughts, but loved Nick intensely for being so understanding when it had come down to this change.

Jordan thought of Kayla, her daughter that she had to know by vhs recordings, her first steps and first words. Her son Josh, who was now a young man himself, was looking at girls and she could tell. They needed, ever so desperately a mother. Little Kayla, who would grow up someday to know only the vagina, would be seeded by some dirty dick man and have a baby of her own. And Jordan, who would rather be the visitor in the situation, was stuck to be her mother. But, despite the strange new change, she had learnt to love her daughter as much as anybody could.

Around noon that day Jordan lie quietly on her bed, her hand probing her genitalia for stimulation. It was new to her, but still she the feelings we the same, if not even more intense. She had found the strong battery operated vibrator that Jordan had hid under the bed, where the kids would not find it. Setting it up two levels, she found happiness from her clit as it rubbed against her, the nub throbbing and growing with her passion. For the first time in her life as a woman she began to think about men. She had a rich fantasy about a big strapping man coming in with flowers speaking French going down on her pussy. She was so caught up in the feelings, spread eagle, that she did not hear the door open and her father yell for her.

"Jordan? Jordan?" Monty yelled up to her.

She moaned with her first true vaginally stimulated orgasm, "AHHHHH OHHHH!!! "

Curious, Monty walked up the stairs and caught glimpse of her long before she'd notice that he was there. She was definitely not in danger, and it brought a smiled to his face to see her in heat like a wild animal. She was throbbing for a good dose of cock, a good fucking, and her feelings were so strong that any dick would do. He moved closer and leaned down to kiss her, seeing her huge firm breasts erect to her rubbing, the wet scream of her vaginal orgasm. The slurp was like a child with a cold Popsicle. She moaned with delight as he began to play with her nipples.

"I guess you're busy." Monty laughed, looking down at her. He slowly bent his hand around and unbuttoned his shirt and pants with one move, "And it seems that my son is nowhere around to be with his wife when she needs him."

Jordan groaned, looking up at him. She removed the dildo from her vagina, now sloppy and wet and dipped with the aroma of her orgasms. The smell made her lick her lips, she was far too horny to turn a man down when he was standing over her so strong. She gasped as he removed his shirt to reveal a strong hairy chest and a huge twelve inch prick underneath. It was a monster, and she gave him a wicked smile as he came towards her. "Oh dear shit that thing is so fucking huge!"

"You should be used to it you know." Monty said, crawling into bed next to her, undoing the covers and snuggling in right next to his daughter. "Donnie has been sticking you for so many years. You always seemed to turn away from cheating though." He stuck his finger down and began to caress her body, working his way down to her pussy. He carefully began to rub the ends of his fingers around her clit and then in and out of her hole. "So.. do you want to taste 'the whopper'?"

She grunted and bucked on his hand as he positioned himself over her, pinning her to the bed. "Oh lick me.. Monty lick me… stick …mmmm… stick it in my slit. I just need to get a condom out of my purse."

He put both arms around her and spun her over on top of him, holding her barely over his hard ready cock, "You need to say please. Beg for it. And no I won't wear a stinking lousy rubber."

She tried to pull herself onto him, but he was too strong, "PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME… PLEASE!" she whimpered, the estrogen coursing though her blood and heightening her senses.

Soon he was working his way into her, allowing her to relieve her satisfaction from his cock sliding into her body. He smiled as she wrapped her arms around him and began to thrust him in and out of her, her mouth on his lips and locked in a passionate embrace. She felt all of the stress and questions of her new body release with her first orgasm, and it felt great and delicious for her. She closed her eyes and took his entire member into her as if she'd always been a woman.

"Holy fuck my son can pick the women! Shit… you're fucking tight!" Monty groaned, feeling her rise and fall on him. He had always had the way with the ladies, and this one who was his own daughter was doing all of the work on him. "I shoulda fucked your ass years ago!"

She pulled her mouth away from his and began to kiss him tongue in mouth, sucking his juices. She never thought that she could give in to a man like she did Monty, but some how the horny feelings in her body had taken over her rationality. She felt extremely attracted to him, and was in sense now totally woman.

She pulled away from his mouth again and looked down at her long hair, her tits pointing out like harpoons to him. Her nipples rubbed against the hair on his chest, and looking down further she saw the shape of his cock moving in and out of her hole.

"Please no.. don't cum." she trembled, as his member felt as if it was going to shorten inside of her. She knew that he was obviously done, and like most men, he would end up being spent while she had just begun.

"hmm.." He said, as if tension was building up in him, "Just a minute… er.. ahh."

She gasped as he flipped her over on her back and began riding her pussy like a mountain bike. His cock stuck in deep parts of her that she never knew existed. And then finally she too was caught up in orgasm, so much that her mind hurt. The passion built and they both came at the same time. She wrapped her legs around his ass and sealed their members together, her eyes half squinting as she looked at his hairy back. 




Queen Bitch Part 1



"Oh my GOD!!!" she screamed as her pussy leaked the excess of the warm liquid that shot deep inside of her. It seemed to go on for an hour, and she knew that she had not taken her birth control pill. But she didn't care, this wasn't her body, and it felt so good. She felt like her eyes were gonna roll back in her head. And when finally she regained her posture, Monty was getting dressed.

"This never happened, you understand?" he said, leaning over and squeezing her hand forcefully. She had never been so used and so overpowered, the average woman would hate it, but she loved it.

"Are you kidding?" she said, putting her head down on his hand and licking some of the excess mixture of their juices from it, "That would ruin my marriage, and Linda wouldn't leave you. You know I won't say anything."

He bent down and stuck his middle finger in her mouth, and lifted the covers over with his other hand, seeing her naked body. He prevented her eyes from following him down to her groin. "That thing is creamed, look at it drip out of there. You better go clean up." He stuck his finger in her, feeling her lips squeeze against his finger, and brought out the excess and stuck it in her mouth. "Or your husband will think you're cheating on him with a real man."

She carefully tasted it, and was surprised at the cool salty feeling. It tasted so good that she felt as though she was falling into heaven, her whole mind becoming clouded over, and it was not until Monty was long gone that she emerged from her bed, dripping with their love juices.

"Holy fuckin cunt!" she groaned, looking down at the wet gaping hole that had expanded many times more than she had ever seen it before. She began to finger the rest of it out, and found a wet washcloth to wipe herself clean. "What… a … uhhh." She continued to groan as she managed to fit three fingers inside of her. It felt so good, so wicked, and she felt so horny to realize that she had just slept with Monty. And in a way, she had managed to cheat on Donnie, a man that she never wanted to be with. She had never wanted any of this, it felt good to give in to something naughty.

Jordan looked in the mirror and patted down her thin frame, still wet with sweat from the even. She ran down to the kitchen when she heard the phone ring, only in her panties, her huge breasts flopping from side to side with every step.

"Um…. Hello?" she spoke into the phone, knowing that to anyone else it would sound as if she'd slept in or just finished an extremely long workout and out of breath. It made her feel strange because she found the thought of her own body in sweats attracting. She imagined having her old body and doing what Monty did to her in it. Her mind was completely sidetracked, being that she had lost her virginity in this body. Her hymen long since broken.

"Jordan?" Linda spoke on the other end, making Jordan feel uncomfortable knowing that she had just slept with the woman's husband. "Did Monty get there?"

Jordan looked down at her body, the huge tits, and began to play with them. She thought it might help her forget the feeling between her legs. She couldn't help get the picture out of her mind of Monty's huge cock moving in and out of her, and how it felt. "Yeah he was here. He helped me with some things around the house that needed done cause Donnie hasn't been around to do them." She really wasn't lying afterall, "He went down to change the plugs in his truck and…."

Linda was pacing on the other side of town, always worried about her husband cheating on her. She knew that Jordan would give her an accurate account of where Monty was, since Jordan had such strong morals when it came to monogamy. 

"It looks like he left. His truck isn't outside." Jordan chimed in, after going to the bay window. She could do this because they lived in a pretty isolated site where nobody could see them through the window. She wished that they could, in a way, see her huge tits.

"Oh ok. Thanks." Linda sighed.

Jordan sensed a hint of trouble in Linda's voice, "Um.. is something wrong? It seems like something is bothering you, Mom." She looked down on the table and saw the check that she had brought for Jordan when she had come over as Mike. Her old name was signed on it, she had forgotten all about it.

Linda laughed, "All these years and you finally call me mom?"

By now, Jordan was nervous and eating a strawberry wafer that she had found in a plastic container on the counter. "Yeah… mmmmm these cookies are so good!" she squeeled, "But like you seem down."

Linda took a deep breath, "Well yeah, It's Monty. He hasn't been around too much lately and I think he's cheating on me. I drove down town and didn't see him where I caught him before. I just hope that he comes home you know, I mean… here he is at home and then is in such a hurry to leave. I think he's desperate and I don't know why he doesn't just come here." She took a deeper breath, "Well, I'm gonna go look for him again if he's not home in at least a half an hour."

Jordan took another wafer out of the plastic, now totally taken in her female hormones after sex. She really craved a cigarette. "I wouldn't worry about it hon, it's probably nothing. He'll be home soon."

Linda agreed, "Yeah maybe you're right. Maybe you're right. I'll talk to you later ok?"

"Ok, I'll be here if you need me to go look for him too. The kids don't get home till later, and I promised to take them to McDonalds."

"Alright, you take care Jordan. I love you like a daughter and I'm really glad that I have you to talk to. I just hope he's not out with some other woman. I'd kill the bitch, cut her tits off and sew her puss shut."

Jordan gasped, realizing that she WAS the other woman, "Yeah so would I."

Three weeks went by for Jordan, and she was unaware that her period did not come by. She still had not had sex since that one night, but it filled her mind with lust. She had kept her distance from Monty, realizing that Linda would kill her if she found out about their affair. On the bright side, she had gotten rid of that stupid yeast infection, carefully applying the medication everyday. The sex hadn't helped it any, and the pain of it being her first act as a woman was not anything new that she would notice.

The winter snows had forced Jordan to stay inside all day while Donnie and the kids were away. She very seldom was able to see her husband due to the fact that he worked twelve hour shifts, and was only hope late at night. After a long day of work, he had little time to talk or anything else. There was the occasional foreplay, a little bit of him playing with her nipples and getting a slight bulge in his pants. It was no wonder, she thought, that he had been such a big drinker when they had the party that one night. It seemed like a lifetime ago, having a penis and balls. A cock between her legs would be unimaginable although she was still extremely loyal to Febe. 

Febe had been on Jordan's mind a lot during the past week, especially since the event with Monty. She couldn't help but feel totally alone and isolated from Nick and Febe. She wanted to be with them, and to please Febe and hear HER groan again on top of her. It was unimaginable to think that another man, even if it was her old body, was sleeping with the woman that she loved. That pussy that had been penetrated so many times, was now not unlike what Jordan herself had. Still, she couldn't get the thought out of her mind that a little information about her family would be a good thing and not a bad thing.

It was strange that she should think such things at the moment, for it was not soon after that the phone rang during her daily soaps. Soaps had become an accommodation to passing the time while she sat alone and bored during the day. The plots and the emotions, that once seemed so silly, brought her to tears and fits of laughter with the characters that she loved on a daily basis. But, despite her anger for the disruption, Jordan would not be disappointed.

"Jordan!" a familiar voice spoke on the other end, "It's me… MIKE. I thought I'd be able to call you since Febe went to the store. I bought one of those phone cards so that it won't show up on the phone Monty. It's a great way to get away with it you know."

Jordan sat down on the floor, totally taken aback by what had transpired, "Er… Mike… yeah. You just remember that you're Jordan and I'm Mike. Ok?" She took a moment to catch her breath, "It's weird cause I was just thinking about you and things."

The man on the other end laughed, and it was strange to realize that it was her own voice, "Yeah well I'm getting used to this body. It is so nice to go into the store and actually get waited on without being treated like an idiot you know. I keep trying to imagine what you are going through and I've been worried, so I called. But you're a big girl and can take care of yourself. I'm sure everything is fine over there."

"Yeah." She lied, "Everything is fine. Pretty boring, but Kayla and Josh are both doing really well in school and haven't seem to have notice anything at all with their mother. The yeast infection is FINALLY gone. It's been pretty uneventful in the long run…. I um.."

"Yeah they're good kids you know. Tell them that Momma loves them and stuff. It's weird not having a daughter around. I've got this son who is basically a grown man. Nick and I are getting so close and all. It's really great, and we've been doing a lot of stuff all as a family."

Jordan paced the floor, feeling trapped, he was only a phone call away and yet a lifetime ago, "Yeah.. I miss him so much. Is he there that I can talk to then? And tell me how Febe is doing and taking the fact that you are a woman in her husband's body. I want to talk to her as well."

"Nick is in the other room and I'll let you talk to him in a little bit." Mike took a deep breath, "As for Febe. She doesn't know about the change. I thought it was best. But seriously, first dibs was a bitch. I should have had some fun with my old body before I came home. I never knew it could be so exhausting."

She almost fainted at hearing the news, "You haven't told her! Oh my God! Here I am living your life for you and not sleeping with your husband and you…. Fuck!"

He laughed on the other end, "Oh now wait just a minute. What do you expect me to say? I know that there is no way in hell that you've told Donnie what happened to you! See… I don't go for double standards. And don't you ask about Febe anymore because she's fine. She's really FINE… all around."

"Oh come on… don't go there!" Jordan whined, almost in tears.

"Listen, listen to me." Mike said sternly, and then switching to compassion when Jordan began to sob in the phone. He realized that being a woman was hard for the 'real' Mike. "Listen…. No crying. You're not alone. It's just that we're here with her and you're up there. You are Jordan, and if something should happen to you there would be no way to prove otherwise. It's the same way with me. Regardless of what happened to us before, you need to do this. You need to be a good decent wife and hopefully we can get everything situated."

"Ok…" she said as she calmed down, sitting at the table, "I just really love her a lot you know and the thought of her being with you and it not being me is just a nightmare. I.. I don't know Mike."

He groaned, tired of her emotional bitching, "Well look, I've got to get going. I'll let you talk to Nick briefly. You need to face up to facts that Febe is not into eating cunt. She'd never go for that and you know that as well as I do. What I suggest is that, since you had your period last week, you can take this week and get Donnie's attention."

"Febe…" she whimpered.

"When he's in bed, just go under the covers and suck his dick. Remember the tapes, he'll give in and it will relieve the tension." He then did his best imitation of, Jordan, "And if you get really bummed over that wanker, just pick up that old bible of yours where it says. 'I will greatly increase your pains in childbearing; with pain you will give birth to children. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you."

"Ok…" she said under her breath as she waited for her son to be on the line.

"Um… Dad?" Nick said, hearing the silence and the sobbing on the other end of the phone line.

"NICK!" she exclaimed, "Yes it's me your father. Oh my God I miss you so much. These two kids are nothing like you were. How are you?"

"I'm ok. I've been trying to deal with the fact that Jordan.. er… Dad.. is here. It's .. He's pretty cool and mom and him are getting along well. She hasn't noticed anything and seems to well you know. I really don't know what to say other than that I want to be there with you. I can't get the events of that day out of my mind."

A soft smile came to her face, "I love you so much. You held me when I needed held. And it's so difficult being a woman and all this stuff going on. Can you keep a secret and promise not to tell …him?"

"Of course you know I can."

"Well ok," she confessed, "I have been very alone lately and exploring my body. I miss your mother so much but…." She began to sob again.

"Go on.. it's ok." Nick whispered in the receiver.

"This is very hard for me Nick." She sobbed, "But this body betrays me. Mike.. er… whatever. He just told me that I had my period last week. Well, I didn't!!!! A few weeks ago, I was masturbating, and Donnie wasn't home. So Monty came over and we… we did a few things. I think I'm late and you know what I mean."

Nick was silent, in shock, for he knew that his father was telling him that she was pregnant. It was so confusing because in reality it was a woman who was telling him that she had broken her wedding vows with her husband.

"Oh … I knew you'd be mad." She began to whimper, "It's not like I sucked his pecker. I was alone and he came over to me and put his hand on me. I didn't want to do it, but he… oh hell he just mounted me and it felt so good. I can't get that feeling out of my mind and I want more! Fuck!"

"It's going to be alright," he spoke up, "You are in her body and that means that you would have her tastes and her choice in men. I'm sure that somewhere she secretly had something for him. I've done some studying as to how this happened, and it's interesting. I can't tell you over the phone." Then he began to whisper, "I know that this isn't my dad that I'm living with. You are, and I am not going to tell HIM all that I know because I know that he enjoys living in your body. We have got to stick together, whether you are pregnant or not."

"Yes I know ok." She sighed, a long deep breath, "I need you to send a letter to me and explain all of this to me. I seem to have her brain capacity as well, and it isn't that big so you'll need to explain it as simply as possible. I mean, if my breasts are going to firm up and my tummy is going to pop out.. and I'm going to have this baby. I need you and your mother here with me."

"Well, if I were you, I'd try and get on Donnie's good side. You can't be any more worse off than you are now. Sooner or later Mike will find out what happened and we will need to find a way to merge this all together. We might even be able to come up there and all live as one big family." Nick whispered, "But I have to be careful because he's not far away you know."

"Well send me the letter. Donnie is always gone in the mornings and I get the mail, so he'll never know." She was starting to really sound like Jordan, adjusting her glasses and lighting up a cigarette, "He'll never know cause I spend all mornings sitting around here. I feel so … it's HER feelings. But I feel so guilty because I know I'm married to him and that this should be his child that I am carrying. But he didn't fertilize my egg so I'm going to keep it a secret that it wasn't him."

"Well, I better get going before this phone card runs out." He took a long sigh, "He's funny about this sort of thing, calling you. I hate it, but I love you and I want to be with you. I feel like running away to see you.""

"My… my son. Just keep yourself there and do as he says. I'm strong and I'll take it to full term. I'll be ok, I love you."

As she hung up the phone, a sinking feeling filled her. She had spoken to her son for the first time in a little over a month. "HER" son, who she now shared no physical characteristics with what so ever. It hurt to know that she had to conduct everything in secret, while she knew that she was living a double life. And even inside of her double life she was living another double life with Monty, her best friend and now father. The father of her soon to be baby, the gender didn't matter, and she did not want to go through any part of the pregnancy process. "I want my own body back." She sighed to herself, realizing that it was getting more and more hopeless by the moment.

Three days went by in a flash, Jordan woke up early to send her children off to school. She was beginning to enjoy this part of the day. She woke up and put on a fresh pair of socks, the whole time looking at her shapely body in the mirror and bending in every seductive direction that she could. She still, ultimately, was a man's wife and had to be as moderate as possible. This meant that the tight clothes were out for now, and it was on with the baggy clothes that she had chosen from the closet. She was definitely not showing any signs of being pregnant yet, and decided on masking it as much as possible. This also meant that she would have to sleep with Donnie sooner or later so that he would be not get suspicious of her love affair with his father.

"Momma wants you to be a good girl today Kayla." Jordan said, wiping her daughter's mouth with a paper towel. The whole time the girl was squirming to get away.

"Yeah that's right. You be good and don't talk back to your teacher!" Josh spoke up, always the big brother and gentleman. He stood up to protect and set his little sister on the right path, which she seldom followed.

"Oh Josh stop it." Jordan pointed at him," This goes for you too. I am sick of being told by your teachers that you two are not listening. Now you know that your father is not fond of children that don't get along in school. You act up and there will be a severe ass whooping in store for both of you."

"Don't you love me mommy?" Kayla whispered, still trying to avoid her mother.

Jordan picked the girl up and sat her on the counter, holding the little girl's hand the whole time. She felt like this little girl brought balance to her new life. She made her feel like a mother, and if not for her, Jordan would have left a long time ago to seek her son and wife.

"Now, you know that I love you. I just want you to do well in school and have the opportunities that I never had when I was your age." She smiled, kissing her daughter on the nose, remembering the tapes where she gave birth to the girl, "Mommy loves you a bunch."

Kayla looked up at her mother, wiping the tears from her face with a childlike innocent smile, knowing that her mother was soft when it came to smiles from her. She knew how to play her mother, "I love you too mommy. I try to be a good girl you know I do. I try my best. School is so hard."

Jordan nodded her head, and bent down and wiped her daughter's nose with the paper towel. She felt like a more and more like a mother as she looked in the little girl's eyes. "Well Kayla, mommy knows that you are trying. I sometimes forget what it was like when I was a little girl your age. You just give it your best and I'll always be proud of you. There is nothing that you could do to ever make me hate you." She smiled as she looked down at the silly little girl with a purple jean dress on. "And honey, I'm not going to leave you so…. Both of you just give it your best and that's enough."




Queen Bitch Part 1



Jordan looked at the two children as they got on the bus that morning, something struck her deeper in her heart than it had ever before. The little girl had, for the first time even though to get on her mother's good side, confided in her. It felt wonderful and so delicate to be called 'mommy' and to not have to be a tough man, but to be content and yet accepted for being emotional. She couldn't help but get a tear in her eye as they got on the bus. They reminded her so much of her son.

As the bus pulled away, Jordan walked out to the mailbox just in time for the mailman to come around with her daily mail. Paul Weimer, the jolly old man, he never seemed to run out of energy and brought back the old days of how the postal service used to be. He was also a grandfather figure around town, and despite his age, he was in good shape and wasn't a bad looking man to say the least.

"Well good morning Mrs. Brooke!" Paul said with his usual smile. "Looks like you have some mail today."

Jordan smiled back, dressed in her baggy clothes. She was hoping that she would get a letter from her son today. One that she would quickly read and then destroy to hide any evidence.

"Anything good in there today Paul?" she sighed, fanning herself with the mail that she had to send out. Some of Donnie's papers for work, that sort of thing. "I'm expecting a ton of bills this week."

Paul smiled, looking through his bag, "You got… ok lets see.." he checked through them, "One for you from the phone company… one from the water company… one from Ed McMahon, aren't you a lucky lady gonna be a millionaire…"

"I wish!" she laughed.

"… and then.." Paul looked deeper in his mail bag. "We have one without a return address, but the postmark says from… hmmm… Well that's it anyhow. Not all that much today of interest."

Jordan took her mail and smiled at him slyly, "Well thank you Paul. I do have some mail to read as a matter of fact. I think this letter may be from a relative of mine who was supposed to write me."

He smiled back, "Well, hope so.. hope so…." He began to walk away, "Gotta get some more mail out. See you later Mrs. Brooke."

Jordan licked her lips and walked into the house. She was all alone and could enjoy it all alone by herself to read her letter:

Dad.. er Jordan,

Whatever you call yourself now. Talking on the phone reminded me how much I miss you and how much you are not the man who is my father now. I miss you so much and I don't see how mom can not realize the change. I guess it must be the sex, cause they sure are getting a lot of it lately. I don't mean like what you told me about you and Monty. I mean they don't have much time for me, and it hurts. He seems to be able to hit the right spot with mom and know exactly what women like. I think it's sick because I know that he is enjoying it.

I'm writing you this letter because I find it hard to believe that he is doing any research on getting you two back to normal. In fact, I think that he's just hoping that you are growing into that body. He says that you will get used to the kids and that your motherly instincts will kick in and you will love them like your own. I doubt if that can happen. You must promise me to give in to them, but don't forget who you are. You need your body back. It's yours. Don't forget. I am your son, Josh and Kayla are not even related to you. Please Dad… help me. 

Ok, I took some time and now I'm back. I had to walk away from this letter because I was crying. I'm sorry.. so sorry. I realize how hard this is for you. I just find it so hard to believe that my dad is a woman who has given in to men. But I guess that feels right to you and that is how you get intimate. And now you're going to have a baby to Monty. What I suggest is that you sleep with Donnie as soon as possible so that he will think that the baby is his. Do whatever he wants, but be sure to… be sure to have him orgasm in your vagina the way that Monty did. The DNA shouldn't be much different.

As for looking for a way to get you back in your body. I'm looking into it. I think that the voltage took your memories and her memories and switched them similar to how a computer would copy a disk. It's complicated and means that your soul was transferred to her brain..everything. Dad I love you.. hang in! Bring that baby to full term and I'll be there for the delivery. I promise.

-Nick

She closed the letter, and ripped it up into shreds. "Yeah I'm gonna fight it… I gotta." She sobbed, and it hurt more as she thought about the two children and how much she wanted to be there for them. She also wanted to be there for her real son, more than anything else in the world. She had to deal with the fact that Nick was right. She was a man who had to deal with the body of a woman. It was so complex, and to guard her butt she had to sleep with Donnie and soon. So she chose her time and decided to have sex with him that night.

That night, Jordan made her move. Donnie came home from work early and was in bed. He was awake and sitting in bed as the children were asleep. She had put them to bed early, and made careful to wear some exotic lingerie that had bought from Victoria's Secrets.

"What's up with you?" Donnie said in shock, seeing his wife inch over closer and closer to him and put a soft kiss to his cheek.

"I thought.. it's been awhile since we've had some fun." She rolled her eyes, trying to be seductive as she unbuckled her bra and exposed her crotchless panties. Her warm wet pussy sat open and ready for his hard dark prick. "And we can have it as long and as much…. Anyway you want it baby. Just fuck my pussy and make me messy. Hot messy sex."

He reached over and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into bed with him, inching closer and closer to her. Then he whispered in her ear. "You know how I like my poontang."

Slowly Donnie came to her, wrapping his arms around her naked body, feeling her warmth. She felt his warmth and marveled at his muscles, just like his father's muscles. Monty and Donnie were like one and the same. Huge, very large in more ways than one, and it was apparent that this man's ten inch prick was going to be more than a little thrill for breaking in her new womanhood. 

At least, she thought to herself, her body was not that of a young virgin that had never taken this huge tool before. But still, it was Jordan who she would be for the next at least year until Spring thawed out and allowed her son and the real Jordan to come back down. Maybe by then they could figure out what made them switch bodies. 

Oh she hated it at first. He stood there with his pants down, cock standing to attention, sat down in the living room with a beer and motioned for her to come on over. His huge hairy cock came closer and closer to her mouth and he just grabbed her hair and forced her to suck. She couldn't breath! Mike was right about blowjobs. She was terrified. What if he came and wanted her to swallow. "Homey... pwemm slurp my .. ma.y... I stop... before you.. slurp" 

Donnie looked down at her and shook his head, "You really shouldn't talk with a mouthful you know. You usually know that if you shut your hole and enjoy it that it is much easier on you. "

"MMmmmk homey... slurp" 

Then she tasted a shot of the precum that she had known from her times as a man. She knew what was next and she dreaded it. He allowed her a little more movement to breathe, and she was starting to like it. The way that his head felt in her mouth, so lubricated. Oh shit, that bitch had done this, and now he was giving one of his best drinking buddies head. The mother of Donnie's children. She opened her eyes and looked up at him how pleased he was at his lover. She somehow felt needed and wanted, afterall, she was a woman. 

Donnie grabbed her head and pulled her head away from him. She was startled at this because she had finally fallen into the rhythm of his thrusts. "Ok babe, now just jack me off nice and easy and take it in your mouth as it comes out. Like you always do."


Jordan smiled back at him lustfully, somewhat of a mask to make him think that she had enjoyed it. She wondered if his load would stick to the roof of her mouth.

He slowly leaned back as she worked his penis to perfection, waiting for a tiny bit of cum to surface. And then the first taste that she took of his cum. It shot through her mouth with wanton pleasure. Her womanhood now ached to be touched in that special way. His manhood was so strong and virile. A virility that she once had. The cum tasted so delicious. Donnie was a heavy beer drinker, the malt and the yeast and that... um... she became lost in the pleasure of the moment. It was so horrible. How could she tell her wife that she had made love to Donnie? She wanted cum lots of it on her lips and her mouth and her chin and nose all over her, it felt so warm and rich on her skin. She began to moan and groan and buck her head to the rhythm.

And then he shot his final load in her mouth rocking it back until it ran down her mouth. She felt so used and still so wet! She let out a wild belch -- a regular `sperm burper' she had become.

"Go clean up honey."

She went to the bathroom and closed the door trying not to cry at the feeling of the squishy wetness between her legs.. She wanted him to fuck her, she had been so close but still he would not fuck her. Oh what a slut, just a few days ago she had been a man herself, now a dirty filthy cum queen! The jizz melted and rolled in her mouth between her mouth and her tongue. It tasted so good, but only if she could be with her wife. But would her wife give in to the tastes of another woman's vagina? This was not her plight! It was Mike, er, Jordan's plight. She was NOT Jordan -- this was all wrong. So warm and so tasty and salty in her mouth. She wanted more of the tangy juicy manhood. This was the plight of having a cunt and a man who wanted nothing of her other than a nice daily blowjob. She collapsed on the floor with tears in her eyes at the irony of it all. "I want fucked!" she groaned.

Donnie must have heard her as he was walking by the bathroom. He entered to see his wife in tears on the floor. "Oh what's the matter?"

She looked up at him in tears, "Oh… nothing I'm alright."

"No, I don't think so. I don't think so at all. You want some more sex don't you honey? Cum usually satisfied you in the past."

She shook her head, "Not this time." She began to choke on the aftertaste. "I want it in my kooch. Deep… penetrate me. Fuck me… make me.. errr.. let me orgasm for once."

He began to laugh, walking over to her and whipping out his penis from his pants, "Bend over and touch your toes. I'm making it quick."

"No… please let me have an orgasm for once!" she cried.

He reached down and drove three fingers into her hole and began to throb the wetness of her, "You are just right for it. A good hard shot in your cunt. You want it this time… you usually bitch about cleaning it out of you."

She felt a little more assertive and began to get in his face. "Well not this time. THIS TIME I WANT IT… And when was the last time you ate me out? NEVER…. It's always one of your friends and I end up getting one up my ass and up my puss and never get eaten out."

A small smiled formed on Donnie's face, "I see your point, and it looks like I'm going to be late for work now doesn't it?" he forcefully took her in his arms, something that she had always liked was a man who was stronger than herself, or at least Donnie thought so, "So lets go back up to the bedroom and finish this."

He pinned her to the bed, his hard cock throbbing so that she could feel his heartbeat as he entered her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes and imagined herself somewhere else as she saw the horny look in his eyes. Surely her eyes looked the same way, but this time it hurt. She wanted him to pound her puss… HER PUSS… as deep and hard as any man has every fucked a pussy. She began to get caught up in the moment as she had before will Monty.

A soft horny smile formed on her face, "Oh… fuck… O…Donnie… Fuck….. ohhhh hoohhhhh… fuck… awwwwhhhhhh….. you're gonna… RIP ME OPEN!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!"

The passion built in and out of the hours of the night. He would mount her and fall asleep and she would awaken him with a kiss. His hard cock tore in and out of her spewing it's warm white liquid over her pubic hair and her thighs. Her breasts ached as he slammed her again and again off of him, the pressure of their fucking would have worn the skin off of any regular man. She felt herself give in deeper and deeper to the passion, wanting more and more to fill her cunt with dick. She wanted lots of dicks, not only her husband's. And she groaned as she realized this, her husband and Monty both had touched her deeper than any man had ever before. He bent down and licked her breasts, tasting the nipples and making her gasp, the suction of her labia still grasped around his love pistol.

"Cum in me!" She groaned, "Oh.. Donnie." She flung her hair from side to side, biting her lips and moaning as her body shook like a caged whore. "Let your fucking wad go in my…" and he came.. "Ahhhhhhhh" she groaned in pleasure with his compliance.

Then finally, after several moans and groans, and the rhythmic beating and pounding of flesh on the bed, two lovers left their ecstasy in their lofty bedroom for that of the kitchen. It was there that Jordan would once again find herself alone, depressed but satisfied for the second time in her life by a man, warm fresh juice from his body dripped gracefully from her passionate love box. The exchange between them, as he left and gave her a passionate kiss, she sipped her coffee in her nightgown and savored the thought and taste of him. She knew that at last she had understood what her son had meant by her becoming more accustomed to her body. And she knew that, though it was extremely pleasurable as a woman, she had just screwed her best friend's son and it was she who should be the man in a relationship. She was emotionally wired to be a man, and that was why for the first time they had the passionate unyielding lust for each other. Something that Donnie had never been able to accomplish from the gentler more passive wife that had met him in the past. 

Jordan, now having slept with two men, something that she had promised herself that she would never do. Jordan, who was pregnant with a child and would give birth to that child in 8 months, sat alone in the kitchen as her knight in shining armor went to work. She wanted him, and hurt for him, just until her old body was back with hers. She couldn't be any worse off than she was now, and to be a slut in the meantime might turn out to be fun. She licked her lips with desire and looked down at her juicy love box, unlike anything that had ever given her passion before in her life. 

"I am pussy… hear me suck." She giggled, then squeezed her pussy lips together to extract some more jizz.

A few hundred miles away, and a world away, Nick was sitting alone on the internet doing a search for one of his classes in highschool. Apparently, his report on human engineering would have a lot to do with his father's situation, and so he chose the topic to educate himself on the issues. He found a lot of useful information that he could send to her, and hopefully get her back in her own body. Unbeknownst to him, this was at the same time that Jordan and Donnie were fucking each other like wild animals in bed. He had no clue how far Jordan had become accustomed to her new body, and only hoped that his bond with his father would not change over time due to a simple body switch.

Later on the day, Jordan found it in her best interest to go shopping at the local Wal-Mart for some maternity clothes. It had been awhile since she had given birth to someone like Kayla, and she was sure that her old self would have given away all of the old maternity clothes that she would have accumulated. Pregnancy was really going to be something new to her, she thought as she picked out a white top with a floral bottom. 

She liked the dress a lot and tried it on herself, and it did look well and complimented her very well. She was starting to get used to the fact that she was a woman and that she was having sex with guys. When she was horny it was one thing to desire that piece of meat, but when she was herself it seemed to elude her as to how she could get that way. She looked at a few bras as well, giving thought to how big and milky her breasts would get while she was carrying the baby, and then give birth to it. She had seen it before when Febe had given birth to her son. It began small, with a little belly, and more and more she grew until… Her head hurt to think about the whole ordeal. She knew that her kids would be excited to have a brother or sister in the future. The deserved it, being so good to their mother and father as of late. It was so far different from how she had acted as a girl, the memories were returning of Jordan's. She bit her lip as she thought about the guys that she had fucked and the warm sperm drooling out of her hole. 

The movies on the tape were getting to her. She couldn't get the picture out of her mind of Donnie's two friends fucking her in the living room while the kids were away. There she was screaming like a dirty whore at each gob of cum, being stingy over it as if it were gold. And these feelings, as she had watched the tape, made her horny in ways that she had never felt before. And that was what had caused it all with the vibrator and Monty. Then she flashed back to reality, and realized that she was stuck as a pregnant woman and it was not her life. She hit herself in the head and felt horrible for what had happened. It had all begun with the simple idea of pleasing herself with a man, and she must never let it happen again. She would have to stick to the vibrator that she had found, and look around for a bigger and stronger one that might match the size of the pecker that the father and son had. And yet still, she hungered for them, a pregnant little piece of meat.

Jordan was glad to put on the clothes that she had bought, finally being able to buy something that was to her own interests, and not those of the woman that she had been. She had to be careful not to buy anything that would give the appearance of an unmarried woman who was on the take. She also wanted something baggy to hide her pregnancy, for it would soon be more visible than before. She looked through the clothes, taking special attention to the panties that they had for sale, she had to find something better than Hanes Her Way. And she didn't want to look like a kindergarten teacher who had never seen a man, for inside she had more than her own share of curves to show to the world. She was sure to pick up a pair of crotchless panties for "safe keeping".

The way home was a pain in the ass for her. Traffic was extremely busy, and it seemed like everybody was stuck at the endless red lights waiting for day to day to pass in the now hot Spring sun. She glanced over at a strong looking guy who was working at a garage. His huge muscles bulged as he lifted a tire, holding it above his head and putting it onto a car. When she was a man, Jordan the man, might have been jealous of the guy. But as a woman, she wanted nothing more in the world then keep her eyes glued on his cute butt. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him, she was allowed to look afterall, and the cute guy had to notice her biting her lip and looking over at him. He smiled back at her, carefully moving closer to her car. He seemed interested in her too. She felt herself begin to grow wet, waiting for his hard cock to enter her, all instinct embedded in her body.

"Well, hello there honey." The man said, walking over to her window. "What's a hot babe like you doing sitting in traffic? You should get out of the sun and let me test your transmission."




Queen Bitch Part 2



Characters: 

Monty Brooke – Mike's best friend. Father of Donnie and husband of Linda. He is famous for cheating on his wife. 

Linda Brooke – A quiet woman who is sick of her husband cheating. 

Donnie Brooke – Monty's youngest son. He is a lot like his father and his wife Jordan is sick of him leaving her out and has been considering leaving him. 

Jordan Kisich Brooke – Mother of two, the heroine and villain of the piece. She believes that she is a little Arabic because of her middle name. 

Timmy Brooke – Jordan and Donnie's teenage son. 

Katie Brooke - Jordan and Donnie's young daughter. 

Mike Lewinsky – A man who is in love with his wife but feels disillusioned. He decides to go on vacation because he is sick of watching television where people assume he is related to Monica Lewinsky. He is not of course. 

Febe Lewinsky – Mike's wife, a quiet caring woman who is stubborn in her ways. 

Nick Lewinsky – The son of Mike and Febe, their only son. He is almost a man and his loyalties to his father run deep. 

Bessie Ward – A wealthy woman who has been hot for Mike for years and finally suddenly becomes his mistress. 

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Part Two

The night went out like a lion but the morning came in like a lamb, as all mornings before have come and gone, and Jordan awoke to the smell of coffee and hot toast in the air. She looked down over her body and beside her, getting her bearings and hoping to find her lover next to her in bed. But Monty was not there, and had left her there alone to her own devices of finding her way out of bed. She carefully removed the covers to show her mammary fluids leaking from her breasts and her huge belly, pale from lack of sunlight, bulging out like a mountain. Her eyes were still cloudy from her sleep and so she felt down below to her vagina blindly. It seemed so unimportant when looking at her, the belly and breasts hanging out, and would seem strange to anybody that the tiny opening below them had been the cause of it all. Her thin finger ran its way through her pubic hair and around the lips, gathering moistness and juices that were drying from the night before. She brought it up to her nose and winced at the odor of both his and her expenditures.

She slowly got out of bed, putting on a pair of panties that she had worn the day before. She had no need for a bra, but still picked it up and was putting it on as she walked into the other room to see who was awake. As she entered, Nick was sitting on one of the chairs reading a magazine, to which he took special notice of her as she came into the room. Monty was sitting at the table wolfing down a plentiful share of toast and coffee, and scarcely took notice of her as she sat down by him.

"Is that coffee?" she yawned, rubbing her eyes.

Monty finally took notice of her, if only for a brief moment, taking more concern to the fact that he would soon have to use the toilet. He had little control over his body, or wanted to, as he farted loudly without excusing himself.

"You sick hog!" she exclaimed, moving her chair away from him. "Can't you go in the other room and do that?"

He laughed as she started to cover her nose with her hand, thinking back to the night before when he had taken total control of her. He couldn't get the picture out of his mind of her taking the used condom and sucking the juice out of it, a bonafide hog in his eyes. He leaned over to try and get a kiss from her.

"I'm not kissing you!" she protested, pushing herself further from Monty. Then she looked at Nick, "Did you say there is coffee?"

"Yeah there is some, it might be a little cold." Nick chimed in, looked over at her with a smile. He secretly knew what happened the night before, and was trying to hide his growing hatred for Monty. On one hand, it was Monty who had gotten a woman that he had loved pregnant, and he was forced to watch them perform sexual acts on one another. On another hand still, his father's best interests were brought to question due to the fact that she was forced to be treated like a common whore.

Monty put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, leaning forward and kissing her hair. She had obviously become quite a refined woman when she wanted to be. He couldn't help his actions, or so it often seemed, and deep in his heart he felt that she would ultimately end up with him. He knew that Mike and Febe had given no sign of complaints in their sex life, and Mike had seemingly become well adjusted to life as a man. Monty leaned down and kissed her neck, she looked so good to him wearing so little, and then he whispered in her ear as she turned to him," I'm sorry. Come on. Don't be so crusty."

She uncovered her nose and gave him the silent treatment, happily taking a cup of coffee that Nick had gotten for her. She couldn't help but feel indifferent to him, although still very much so in love with him. The night before had been so tiring to her, and so she gave in just for the sake of humoring him. She really couldn't get over his horrible smell, and the thought of their bodies being so entwined at the moment almost made her gag. "You always have to do things like that. Even when I was a man it used to bother me." She gently pushed his arm away, "You and your friends would bring a school girl up here and do her in the back room and screw her brains out and then try and gross her out later on."

Monty rolled his eyes and tried to get closer to her," Well that was in the old days. I don't do that shit anymore. The Infamous Monty Brooke is over fifty and I can't find that young stuff anymore. When I want a woman, I want a real woman. One who knows what a woman likes and what a man needs."

She nodded her head, "Well you better damn sure live up to that. I remember Jordan telling me once that if Donnie ever cheated on her that she'd drop him like a piece of dog shit. Marriage is a sacred thing and it's based on love. I love my wife, and I love you. I want to be with both of you, but I'll say what she said, if you ever go with another woman…" she smiled, "I'll show you what a motivated woman can do."

Nick put the magazine down and looked over at them, he took a deep breath and knew that what he had to say would not be appreciated by Monty, "And that also goes for me. I won't stand for you hurting my dad."

Monty laughed at that comment, "I don't think you have to worry. She's carrying my children in her womb. You have no clue how many times I'd go over to see her son and she'd bend over and show her little ass in front of me. She used to like to taunt me. Now I finally got my best friend and her in one package, and it is one sweet spot to be. I'm not going back to that old hag that I'm married to. As soon as I get my divorce, and she gets her divorce, I'm going to marry her and show her what a real man is."

Jordan's heart melted as she looked back at him, "Oh honey that is so sweet! You'd do that for me? Support me?" Then she planted a wet kiss on his lips.

"I'll believe that when I see it." Nick laughed, much to Monty's anger.

"What do you know?" Monty growled under his breath. It was evident in Monty's face that he was quietly taking control of Jordan. This was a Jordan that Nick remembered a few months before, long before Monty had ever stood behind her, that made a decision based on her family and not on a man's loyalty. And to Monty, to have control of all of this meant that he had control over his wife and son for the first time in years. To Monty it was stupid for Nick to even be around, and the pursuit of Febe would only prove the point that Jordan could not exist without him. But though he enjoyed the sex and sometimes felt a strong commitment to her, he did not love her.

Jordan smiled at Monty, taking his strong hand in her delicate thin hands. "I'm proud of my babies. I know you'll be a good father. You just need to settle down a bit." Then she turned towards Nick, still holding herself close to Monty, "Nick, we've discussed this before. I know that you love me, but if you really care about me, please just let Monty have some fun. None of it really hurt me… a girl wants to feel loved and to know that a man will stand behind her. I don't want either of you two to fight about this please."

Monty stood up and flashed Nick a smiled that Jordan didn't see. His turn for manipulating the woman was almost now complete, and he seemed oddly secure in his beliefs that he would eventually own Jordan. A view of owning the woman maybe even before they even reached Febe and Mike. "I agree." Monty added, "You know it is about time that you end your jealousy over me. I love this woman. When she asked if you could come up here, I was all for it, and I paid for your trip here. Nick, I want to look at you like.. well a son." He stood up and began to walk over to Nick, still holding Jordan's hand. She followed just to keep the peace.

"When we're married." She whispered to Monty, trying to remind him, "And if Donnie will give me a divorce."

"I know you love those children. They are the reason why you stayed with Donnie. Think about them." Nick added in a somewhat desperate manner.

Monty walked over and pointed his finger in the boy's face, considering him young and stupid, "And we will be married. I won't let this boy stand in the way of me being a father to these children. This boy of yours knows nothing about what it means to be a father. She knows that as long as I have her hand, she can be a mother and be there for her children. And she knows that I will stand behind her in her quest to get her real body back. Either way, I'm for these babies that we made. You've never even been with a woman."

"Never raped one you mean." Nick fired back.

Monty smiled at him and began to mock a woman in orgasm, "ohhhh.. please fuck me… oh… yes…yes..yes!"

Nick stood up right in Monty's face about ready to hit him, "Bastard!"

"Hit me, little man. Take your best shot. You've got a real attitude problem and if you don't stop I will leave you cold here and you'll be the one to wake up alone."

Jordan cuddled Monty's arm, "No baby no…. don't. please."

"I'm more of a man than you'll ever be." Nick winced, knowing that one hit from Monty would most likely destroy him and his chances at his father's return to manhood.

Monty reached down and forcefully put his hand on the boy's shoulder, much to the mixed reactions of Jordan. She looked over at Monty and felt like second guessing him. "Baby don't." she protested, "Now I've stood by you even though you're a hog. I still love you and if I came to stand here by you…" But he cut her off by giving her a passionate kiss and pulling her closer to his side.

"Look." Monty said to him, "I want to make something clear. When it comes to being a man, I don't even feel the need to mention you. The way that I see it, you weren't much of a man from day one. When my baby here was dealing with the fact that she was a woman… a woman with sexual needs and family ties… you turned your back on her. You left, and she stayed with children that were not even her own. I don't see you as being much of a man."

"Well I didn't.." Nick protested.

"Yeah you didn't." Monty grinned, grabbing the boy by the collar of his shirt, "You were a pussy. You never would have taken care of her. Obviously, her and I have a great sex life. You've never even seen a pussy without a mirror."

Jordan reached over to try and hold back Monty from beating on her son, who had obviously not done anything wrong other than standing beside her. Monty was an asshole at times, but legitimately the only person who cared about her unborn children. "No don't hurt him!"

Monty stepped back from his aggressive stance. He was really angry at Nick for even being around to cloud up the situation that could have been a few good nights and mornings of sex with Jordan. It seemed to him that when she had confessed to him, about being a man changed into a woman, that it was a confession of her love. He really didn't feel that anybody else had the right to her affections, and that the entire situation would work out for him because it was his providence. He definitely wanted to use her and manipulate her, but in a certain twisted way he did love her. "He's got to learn." He sighed, restrained by the mere touch of her hand on his shoulder.

She sighed to herself, pleading "But he will learn in time. He is my boy and I want him in my life. It's not going to be easy, but I would pick him over you. He was there for me, don't second guess. Just give him time, both of you… give each other time." She really did love Monty with all of her heart and soul, and when they made love it was personal to her, but this was starting to go beyond her. She knew that all of the things that he did wrong were not done in malice towards her, unfortunately it often takes a woman's touch to harbor the male ego into submission.

Nick hung his head, feeling somewhat guilty for being tricked into an argument so easily by Monty. He knew that he should have stopped it long ago, and then perhaps the situation would be different. His life had been turned upside down by his father not being his father, not being able to share it with his mother, and to secretly wish that the two could somehow get back together. He was not fond of lesbianism, but the thought of his father having babies with Monty repulsed him.

"Well, regardless we need to get going today and get down to see your wife and deal with everything. I'm sick of making excuses to my own wife as to why we're late. I'm going to go to the bathroom and take a shower. Get ready to go by the time I'm done." Monty said, pulling himself away from them both and walking to the bathroom door. Then he turned back to Jordan, "I want you to talk to your son about keeping his mouth shut. I don't want him to ruin this for us."

She moved close to Nick as Monty moved out of her sight, "Don't worry I will. All will be fine baby."

When the water turned on, and they were sure that Monty could not hear them, Jordan took her son's hand and guided him to the doorway overlooking the forest. They walked out on the porch, her in only her underwear and he dressed, the sun glistening off of her perfectly pregnant body. Every inch of her screamed motherhood, but her mind was that of a father.

"It's always about my virginity." Nick sighed to her as she wrapped her arms around him. "Is it really that important?"

She held his hand to her belly, "He took my virginity. He knows how to make a girl moan. I know… I'm gonna have these and … oh shit."

"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling her closer to him.

"One of the babies kicked… I haven't been much of a father." She admitted to him, almost in tears, "I could have done better than used this pretty face of mine to make babies. I am the one who should have.." She started to break down.

"No.." he cooed to her, putting his hand on her face and admiring her gorgeous face. "You've done well for what you've been given. I just don't like him, and never have."

"But I wasn't much of a father to you. I don't like him much either, but he is one hell of a lover. He's good to Donnie and his other kids… he'll be good to these babies. They need a father." She shrugged, "I just don't know how to feel. I'm such an impulsive woman, just like she was. At first it was so nice to be appreciated by men. A girl just has to show a little tits and ass and she's set… then what you said yesterday."

He leaned forward and smiled at her, those long deep eyes were still beautiful early in the morning, "It doesn't matter how good of a father you were, or how good of a father he says he will be to your children. They will need a mother, but most of all.." he took her hand and held it tightly, clasping his fingers in hers, "…you must be mentally able to deal with it yourself. You are a strong woman, like in that book that Jordan was reading, she never got the idea of it or what it meant."

She brought his hand up to her face and kissed it, "I forget what that book was called. It's a pain to have her brain, it really is. I used to be able to read novels and think fairly clearly, but I tried a few months ago to sit down and read one and I couldn't make heads or tails of it. Really confused the hell out of me. You'll have to explain it to me, it's like I'm only good with talking…" she winced, "that fucking bitch had to be so dumb."

"Well I figured, and if it's permanent, I want you to know that you need only ask and I'll help." He took his other free hand, looking around out of instinct to see that nobody was around, and placed it on her face lovingly, "I love you. Oh don't worry dad… er… that feels weird."

"It's ok. I'm a woman now. So tell me about the book." She smiled, feeling some stability and attraction to his intellect. Even when her body had been changed, the very first day, she held her faith in her son's ability to deal with complex situations even though he seldom had complete answers. He was always at least somewhat dedicated to her.

He looked down at her hands, the long fingernails peach on the inside and white on the ends, the remnants of polished nails from days before. Those nails were so different from his own, and he couldn't keep the image of what she had done the night before out of his mind, "It is an awesome book about Emma, and she takes things for granted, always thinks that people will act the way she thinks they will. She has a friend Harriet that she tries to make into a 'noble woman' and she doesn't. But she goes through the whole book letting her emotions get the best of her until she finds out she was overlooking love the whole time."

She bit her lip, as she always had when excited, her eyes lightening up with a smile. "So you're saying that this book means I'm not a failure and that things might work out for me? That she is um… like me and lets guys control her and stuff?"

"In a way, it's just a great book. I really wish that you would read it, give it your best try. You're not a failure at anything, just pick yourself up. I said what I said in there for good reason because he's not treating your right." He added.

She shook her head as if he didn't understand her, looking down at her big belly and feeling the soreness of her nipples on her hardening breasts. "It's not like that really. I'm not smart enough to do this on my own… don't have much choice." Then she sighed, "I know it doesn't sound like me."

"It sounds to me that you feel like you're trapped in this relationship the same way that most girls do. Mom will stand behind you, even if she doesn't have sex with you. Sex isn't everything. What matters most is our family, and there is no need to break up our family." He laughed, and then continued before she could say anything. "OUR family, even in your womb, nothing belongs to him."

She smiled salaciously, "Sex.. it feels so.." she sat up and leaned towards him, "…amazing as a woman! I wish.. I know. I PROMISE you that you won't be a virgin after I have these babies. I'll let you feel some of the good stuff."

"The good stuff," he grimaced, "Is really just a lie. I… I was awake last night and I heard what he said… calling you his whore and slut and all those names. I don't care how good it is, something is making you degrade yourself and I don't like it. In fact, I love you no matter what and I don't care what happens, I won't let you be a wet puss and stuff…" He felt like breaking down at the look of shame in her eyes. It was always shame, even the day before, the internal fight that she held within her between lust and devotion to her son and wife. She only hoped that devotion would win out.

In Jordan's mind, her love for her son, and her devotion to her wife existed within a dream. A dream that she alone interpreted to herself late at night when she was alone, or holding the kids before they went to bed. It was some remnant from the cosmic attack on her self identity, whatever power it was human or inhuman, that allowed her the gratitude to remember what she had shared with another woman. She had deep passions for being with Febe, tasting her vagina and proving to herself that she could exist without a man, and once again being the man in the relationship. Monty coming along was a solution, since she did love the feeling of a penis within her, afterall being a woman. She gave in to impulse quite too often but there was no amount of semen or cock in the world, even in her fits of total selfless regard to please Monty, that could erase the true love that she felt for her son and wife. She looked at Nick with long sad eyes, still feeling like a failure and given the insight that he had no intention of letting her know this, he had been building her up.




Queen Bitch Part 2



"I… it must have looked bad." She whined.

"Bad? You… you have no idea." He said almost repulsed, "It's not the idea of sex.. it's the idea of him using you."

"Yeah he used me alright. I like cum though, and she gave it to me. It was no excuse though, I have no excuses. None. I just need help." She reached out and once again held his hand.

"Look I'm sorry. I'll never leave you, don't worry. Let just be a little more careful and not let him know." He left her hand go, feeling her pull it away out of the way, "You really should wear a condom, even a female one. I wasn't kidding the other day, and it's not just a sperm catcher."

"That's not… oh.." She kept her head hung down, deep inside wanting to change, but knowing that severity of her situation with her hand on her plump belly. She was now and probably forever, or at least she could not see a change in the near future, a woman alike any other locked in a comic standard. Her life was now reduced to a mere satire on which the majority of the population would blatantly reject and mock at the first chance it got. She had opened her legs and accepted a man to partake of the gift that God had given to another. And mixed deep in all of the crazy mixed up feelings that flooded her, human beings being the subject of their experiences, she had both that of two lives to contend with. The truth was that she was not content with her life traveling around and searching, although it did give her some relief to something that she found greater than herself, but still it was that house that she considered a prison for so long that she desired. She wished that she could have an instant mixture of the two situations, a rapture right out of heaven in which all of the problems would be washed from her life entirely, but she knew that these were the feelings of her most recent incarnation. She wanted what all women want, and a hybrid of what all men long for, a warm house to dally around with and a warm lover to contend with day and night. The ideal suited Jordan's relationship with Donnie, their deviations from the factor of constant marriage that she had so adamantly spoke of in high regard, but this was a different story of a different life. 

She looked at Nick with tears forming in her eyes, taking his hand in hers, knowing that he would never understand what she was going through. At best her nature could be described as impulsive, a word that she had found repulsive at one time in her life. "I… I'm just sorry that I betrayed you like this. It was … I can't explain it, please just…" 

He took his finger and brought it up to his mouth, moistening it with his spit, and carefully wiped some of the remnants of the dried garbage from her face. The whole time her eyes were fixed on him sternly, but soft as an animal in captivity. It was the look of desperation in her eyes, she loved Monty but he had failed her, all that remained was Nick. "I don't know what you're going through, but I do not approve of it. It is disgusting the things he does, even out of love. I just understand that he is ignorant and that you can do better." Then he kissed her hand, once again looking at her fingernails, "You are nobler than he deserves." 

"His attitude can really suck sometimes." She said, taking the opportunity to direct the conversation away from herself, "He has no clue what I'm going through." 

"I can't say that too many men would." He admitted almost with a laugh, realizing that she had such a high level of shame. And to see this double reaction in her affirmed his belief that there was more to the situation than it had appeared with the switch, something just didn't add up. 

"I don't know what to do, I really don't. Like I said though, without him I'm screwed. I got myself into this mess and I can work my way out of it. I need to just kinda float along with everything though." She continued, "And so do you. He's too explosive…" then she tried to withhold a dirty thought in her mind, losing eye contact with him. 

He looked over at her seductive looks and laughed, taking her hands in his own. "I will, just so long as he quits taking about my virginity. I just want the truth of the matter."

"Virginity?" she smiled, placing her hands and holding them upon her belly, "Truth?" She looked down at her belly and spread her legs for him, her panties showing her mother rug, "We've gone over this before ya know. I am pregnant with truth. It's really ironic."

"What's ironic is how big you've gotten, how so?" he murmured, taken by her.

She looked around to make sure that Monty was still not around. "Come lets go sit by the creek together. I'll tell you more about it there." She looked below the deck to a patch of green grass by the creek. "There is something extremely ironic about my situation."

"We'll talk about it." He acknowledged her, taking her hand and walking with her under the tree by the creek bed. It was a shallow stream, rocks and cold mountain water.

She took off her bra because it was bothering her back, placing it on the grass and looking at her reflection in the water. "Just look at that…" she said, continuing before he could speak, "I used to come up just to see her, dream about getting her bra off and ravaging her." She looked over at him and growled seductively, "Tasting these plump sweet succulent breasts."

He nodded in agreement, her round nipples sticking straight out and leaking a small amount of milk, "Yeah they look delicious."

"Delicious?" she looked back at him as if her train of thought had been broken. "He's been pumping them so I'm ready to slap a baby to them and feed. I feel like I'm turning into a cow or something. This whole idea of motherhood sucks. From now on I'm going on the pill. The irony is that I know what your mother went through and what Jordan went through." She set her hands down between her legs and felt Monty's dried cum on her pubic hair, "Well, I got this body to ravage whenever I want to, being an old friend's wife. Feel these tits and get as far up her hot little pussy as I want to. The things like her kids and all of her problems went along with it."

"And that yeast infection." He added.

She laughed, "Yeah an itchy pussy. That day after you left… I musta sat for an hour digging in my koochie. Changing my panties every time I started to seep out that lovely stuff. Now that is sexy isn't it?"

"Oh very. Just one of many problems I assume? Donnie and the kids always seemed to be the types of people that would act different after we left. What are they really like?" he smiled.

She looked over at him and placed her hands in her lap, "They are like my pride and joy. I am usually too busy to really take much notice to many things around me. A mother's whole life seems to just been keeping her children safe and happy and getting them off to school, really boring stuff." She looked down at her hands and back to him with reluctance almost in continuing, "Donnie is another story."

He caught the drift of what she was saying, pausing a moment before looking her in the eyes, those beautiful eyes, "Detail isn't important just that he isn't violent."

"It's not something I enjoy talking about that much." She shrugged, "We really don't do anything together, I don't feel married to him all that…" she shook her head seeing that his attention was elsewhere, "Hey could you stop starring at my tits for five minutes? Christ! I feel like a cow."

She took her bra and wiped the excess milk from her nipples and threw it over to Nick. "It's all like that." She smiled, "I'm married to a man who measures my worth on how good I can perform in bed when he's drunk. There's no love… no love for a woman like me anywhere in this family."

He picked up the bra and looked at the lace in it, curious to look at the size of the cup. It was almost sticky where the wetness of her milk had soaked it. It wasn't a lot of residue that had found it's way there, but just enough to annoy her. He had always wondered what size of a cup she wore, and there it was right there for him to have. "Can I have this to remember this trip by?" he joked.

She looked over at him with one of her infamous sly smiles showing the dimple in her while pulling her hair up with her hands, "Keep it. I hate how that one rubs against my tits. I'll be in the store and it will get messed up on me and I end up grabbing my tits." She jiggled her breasts and laughed.

He looked at her chest and clenched the bra. "You look so good pregnant. I'll tell you what, just forget this entire family thing. You've got biological ties to it… but I think that once we get mom on our side things will get better. You're gonna have another baby…"

"Two babies… two." She corrected him.

"Ok… TWO babies." He imitated her, "One on each hip. Right like John Wayne in one of those westerns. And be a mom… not like a les.."

She interrupted him as if she wasn't listening to him, something that she had never done before. This made it increasingly obvious to Nick that this new woman might not even have as much in common with his mother as she once had. "You're still staring at my tits!" She said in a quiet yet demanding voice, "You should see how these things feel on this end. They are really starting to get sore on me. I'm getting sick of this mommy stuff already."

He turned away, deep in thought and pretending that he hadn't heard her. He looked down at the creek and watched a small fish beneath the water's surface. His thoughts went from the fish to Jordan. It would be as much of a change, he thought, if that fish were to be turned into a monkey or another animal. The entire problem was that the whole situation was unnatural. These sort of things went though his mind, and he didn't see her walk over to him.

"Hey, it's going be ok you know." She said, rubbing his back and leaning forward to give him a gentle kiss on the neck. "Monty isn't mad at you… just jealous. He's been supportive of me the entire time, and he likes you. This whole thing is just new to him. We have a lot of things to work out between us, and it's going to be hard for him when the babies come to just say, 'Ok I'm a grandpa.' And then think that it is all that there is."

"Oh that's not bothering me, don't worry. I just still can't get over how our entire lives have been turned upside down." He turned around to meet her eyes, but was greeted by a hard tipped breast dripping milk. "He has no clue what it is like for me to see you like this. But don't worry, everything will work out and I know you'll never abandon me."

She smiled and pulled him closer to her, their eyes only inches apart, "Things will work out.." she moved closer until their lips touched and embraced in a graceful kiss, "And I don't look for him to stay with me for long after I get my divorce or whatever. I didn't need balls to be a better man than he is. We can have it all back like it was." She tenderly ran her hand across his back adding, "Cause you'll always be my first."

Nick nodded off, giving her a hug back and dismissed what had just happened to him. He didn't want to get any closer to her, even though he loved her, and the reasons were deeper than anyone's suspicions. It seemed strange to him, looking back, at how similar her last few words to him had stricken his memories with another time many years ago.

(It was Wednesday, July 26, 1995 that he remembered so well. It had started off like any other night in the Brooke house. But it would bring about a night that he would hold so secret and shameful that he would never reveal it to even his closest friends or family. Later that day, after spending several days with their friends in town, Nick found himself in front of the fire with Jordan and Linda roasting marshmallows. He wasn't fond of marshmallows but was always eager to be of help. Everybody else had gone to bed, even the kids had left to get ready for bed, and the two women were left to entertain the young boy with conversations that he was not exactly excited to be a part of. It was his way of wasting another boring night. They had a way of always pointing out to the children just how more expertise they held over them, and Nick was no exception.

"I like my marshmallows burnt." Linda remarked, her dyed red hair catching it's highlights in the reflecting fire. As she brought the lit marshmallow closer to her, it revealed the face of a woman in her 60s with pale sunburned complexion.

"I've never made a science of it." he muttered under his breath, looking over at him directly across the fire. He couldn't help but look at her in her thin pink nightgown, totally see-through in front of the fire. She still had firm breasts for a woman of her age, although slightly on the heavy side.

Jordan flung her marshmallow in the fire by accident, looking down between the grate, "God damn it! See that Linda. I just can't get them like you do. I like mine raw anyhow."

Linda brought the stick up to her mouth to blow the hot marshmallow out. She looked over at Nick and seemed to spread her legs so that he could see the patch of hair between her thighs that eluded to the deep chasm within. She looked at it almost as if ready to perform orally on it. She bit into it and left out a soft gasp.

Jordan glanced over with a glimmer in her eyes at Nick. It was their entire plan to make the young boy cream himself and have to make up an excuse to use the bathroom. "Well wasn't that good? And how do you like your marshmallow?"

Linda grinned, opening her mouth enough to talk, "White… creamy and juicy. Just ready to explode in your mouth." She licked her lips and tried hard not to laugh.

Jordan smiled, "That's the way I like it in the morning." She took another marshmallow and popped it onto the stick, holding it out to the fire. She propped her feet up on the grate again and leaned back rotating the stick. "I tell Donnie when we have breakfast to make some nice marshmallow smoothies for me and he does. Keeps telling me that you taught him most of what he knows in cooking."

The conversation lightened, and both women soon went to bed. Jordan sat upstairs in her room looking at her husband and waited to hear the boy come inside the house. She giggled to herself, feeling a little bad about the game that Linda and her had played with him. Nick had to use the bathroom, as Jordan had hoped, and she walked in on him while he was changing his clothes.

"Umm?" Jordan grinned, looking down at his dick while adjusting her bra. "Do you want me to clean those for you so your dad doesn't know?"

"Shssheure." Nick said in shock, almost trying to cover himself. He really felt uncomfortable about the whole situation. But he threw the soiled underwear to her.

She picked them up and smiled at the gob of cum on the crotch of them. "I feel really bad about how Linda was teasing you earlier. That's just the way Monty and her are." She moved closer to him and looked down at his naked body. "I didn't mean to walk in on you."

"It's alright. Really." He said as he watched her eyes on him. He put his hands on his cock as she moved behind him, sitting the underwear on the edge of the clothes hamper. He was waiting for her to leave so that he could jack off into the toilet.

She walked behind his back and sat one of her brushes on the top of the toilet. "You really don't need to do that you know."

"Do what?" he asked blushing.

She looked over at him and snickered, walking over to him and looking at his bare ass cheeks, "I mean everybody else is in bed, and we can sit and talk if you want to. We're good friends aren't we? I mean you are such a nice young man."

"I'm…" he stuttered.

She leaned forward and grabbed his ass cheeks, closing the door with her foot, "…growing into a stud." She cooed, reaching around and holding his cock in her hands, "I feel so bad about what we did earlier. I won't have you give yourself a handjob. I've seen bigger, but I won't have you waste that stuff in my toilet." She began to stroke his dick with her fingers, holding the palm of her hand over the end of it. Slowly she began to move her hands back and forth with her one hand and squeezing his ass with the other hand and hearing his soft moans.

"Please stop… your husb…. Ohhhh…" he whimpered as she did him. He looked down at her hand to see his meat moving through her and getting harder by the moment, a thick metal ring on her finger.

She pretended not to hear him and began to kiss his back, "Don't ask me to stop. I want you to remember this and share this with you. I have total power over men like you… and I know you won't tell anybody about this." Bending forward she kissed the side of his hips and watched her hand work him. "Or my husband will go nuts."

"ohhhhh… why.." he whispered to her, holding his hand on her hand.

"Because I love you, and I've seen you grow up. I've had a lot of men and I want to be your first." She smiled, "Then you'll always be my first."

He began to thrust his hips as his balls began to tingle. She began to stroke him harder, and saying, "That a boy."

"I need your cum." She drooled as she juiced him, "I fucked Donnie earlier today and he couldn't give me another baby if his life depended on it.

Nick whimpered as she began to pump him harder with her hand. It felt so good, and she had moved around the front of him and pulled down her panties ready to have him enter her. "Please no." he moaned as she started to spread her legs. "I don't want to lose my virginity this way."

She laughed as she held him inches from her wet pussy, "No. I want you to remember me by this. Something that you can come up here and call your own. Our little secret." She pulled her hand off of his dick and positioned it to her cunt lips, reaching around and grabbing his ass cheeks.

He tried to talk, but could only whimper as she pulled their lips together and began to deeply kiss him at the moment of penetration. For the first time in his life he felt her wet cunt grip his hard member and take her deep into herself. At that moment he wanted to hide his face as her pleasure grew, for she was a married woman. But as he struggled to break free, she squeezed his butt and dug her claws into him, forcing him to hump her.

"That a boy." She moaned, gyrating her hips, holding him tight inside of her. She tilted her head back and moaned as softly as she could. He knew that the whole house had to have heard it. "Something to… remember you by."

"You're so warm." He whispered, looking down at his cock entering her. The entire motion of their sex was beginning to take him over.

She kissed him, pulling his mouth to hers, exchanging her saliva and taking total control over the situation. He was now totally hers, and she kept her control by using choice words like, "lover" and "hon." He was more than happy to comply with her, having his virginity stolen from him by the woman that had been his wet dream for so long. It wasn't long until he gave her what she wanted most, not just a sweet shot in her hands to savor. This time he gave her what she wanted deep inside of her.

She pulled herself away from him with a silent snicker, like a cat having caught the mouse. She let out a soft groan when he looked down at her hole, still leaking his semen. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed his balls with her hands until he almost fell on the ground in agony. "You dweeb, I want you to remember this. I don't want to come back for more cock… not much to please a girl with." She smiled at the sight of claw marks on his ass. "But still…" she moved forward and kissed him on the lips, "I think we can safely call you 'Daddy".

A few months later, after a long pregnancy that the entire family had come together to celebrate, Jordan gave birth to her second child. She named her Katie. The wonderful miracle came as a huge surprise to the Brooke family because of Donnie's low sperm count. Monty was especially proud of his son for making another grandchild that they could spoil. Word reached Nick, but he was not as excited as the rest of their friends. He was even less excited when he got a picture of the baby in the mail from Jordan.)




Queen Bitch Part 2



Nick remembered how evil Jordan had been to him all those years ago. They had become friends later on when he had gone to visit her, but still he couldn't get his eyes off of the new Jordan's belly. She handled it so much better than the previous one had.

Monty came outside a lot calmer than he had been. He walked over to the two of them, holding each other and talking, and snickered to himself. "Just look at those tits. She was always big."

"Baby, please don't start problems." She cooed at him.

Monty looked down at her and rubbed his hand across her face, smiling and thinking about how good it felt when she'd blow him. "Relax. I'm just stressed. I'm worried about how things are going to work out. Those babies are soon coming and I'll be a dad again."

She moved away from Nick, and moved up to Monty, her huge breasts rubbing against his showered body. She put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder, looking down at Nick. She felt Monty's hands reach down around her butt and inside of her panties clenching her ass. "We've been over this. There's nothing to worry about. I'm not like she was… not bitchy when I'm pregnant. I still like sex a lot. I give you head… I'm gonna have these babies and carry them to term with you around. They need their daddy."

He rubbed her back as her tits rubbed against his chest. "I didn't mean to upset your son here. It's just too much to deal with. I'm putting so much of myself in your hands. What if Linda finds out about this."

Jordan turned to Nick and nudged his arm, "Hey hon, please can you get me something to quench my thirst? Lemonade with ice, and put my things in the back of the truck?" she took his hand and kissed it. She made a swirling motion with her finger when she mentioned the ice. "Things will work out sweetheart."

"Ok." He said, looking at Jordan and Monty sitting there together. He almost rolled his eyes, but remembered that she was playing him as much as he had played her. It was weird, even creepy, to see Monty being treated tactfully by the same woman who had done this to Nick. He got the feeling that she needed some time. "I'll take a minute though."

When the boy was out of sight inside of the cabin, Jordan turned to Monty and threw her arms around his neck. She brought her lips up to his and kissed him, licking the water from his shower. "I don't want to think about it. I just want these babies out of me. I wish you could know how this feels. I never knew it could be so…"

Monty put his hands on her belly and pulled her a little bit away from him, "You just remember who you are. I thought about it when I was taking a shower. I even stopped to look out the window to see you and him sitting out here. I've been so wrong to look at you like my daughter." He bent down and kissed her, "I love you, but what I did to you was wrong. I can't change it though, and whether I stay with you or not…"

She took his hand and put it down between her legs, "Baby it doesn't matter. You're such an asshole, but I remember what it was like when I was a man. I only get mad at you when you treat my boy that way." She turned her head away and sighed, "Which really isn't my boy anymore. No matter how I try and be positive with him."

"No… he is your boy. He's as stubborn as you are. It does matter about me fucking you though…" She leaned forward and kissed him, putting her finger over his mouth. He moved her finger away from him and continued. "…and I'm not here to fuck you anymore. I'm just here to be there for the babies, and get my drinking buddy back."

She stepped away from him and put her hands on her belly. She couldn't help but look motherly to him, and he couldn't help but smile. He felt so totally miserable with the mixed feelings that he'd been feeling. She looked down at her belly half mockingly, "So is that the story? One day I'm your drinking buddy… the next I'm your fuck buddy… so… why not just get me drunk and fuck me and get the best of both worlds?"

"I've had a change of heart." He explained. He knew that she would never believe him, being such a pathetic liar. Mike had seen him take advantage of many women in their days together, this was nothing new, but there was something about him that brought our a girlish sense of wonderment in her.

"Oh yeah I totally believe you." She rolled her eyes, "Last night you had me degrade myself just to get my pussy filled with that…" she looked down at his crotch and up at his eyes, that glimmer was in her eyes. "But I appreciate it because this is just weird. What I'd really like is to try to look at you and not wet my panties." She looked began to rub her balloon like belly, "The things we women go through."

"It's not my fault. That was all foreplay last night. I honestly couldn't get it up!" he protested and felt a little embarrassed when she giggled about it, "What's so funny about that?"

She mocked him, "It's not my fault' I know what you meant though… 'my little wiener is soft all day. I feel so insecure about myself that I have to get Jordan to call herself a slut and watch her finger herself'… poor baby."

"Yeah you were older than me but you never had problems… you try getting it up for someone like Linda!" he said defensively.

She giggled uncontrollably until her belly started to hurt. She had to try to stop or she knew she'd pee herself, and she was finally way ahead of him with cuts. "Oh she's not so bad. Just put a flag over her and fuck her for old glory. I bet her puss could swallow a bus after having all those kids. How many was it… lesse um… one… two… three… and the girl was four." She gave him a slight smile, "I just wonder how many were yours. Cause oh yeah, all those illegitimate kids too. You've always been a reprobate."

"At least I still have my dick. And my wife isn't so bad cause you're gonna be just like her someday."

She laughed, "The multiple orgasms make up for it. I used to miss my dick, but I can deal with it. As soon as I get divorced, you're looking at a free girl. The only thing I could use a dick for is keeping my woman satisfied…"

He relaxed and began to laugh back, "If you only knew how that sounds with a belly like that. Yeah she's really going to fall for you."

"I have a tongue." She said, walking over and hugging him, "And it'll be alright for us all. I'm just ribbing you… like you said about remembering who I am and stuff."

"I got you before you even started." He muttered hauntingly.

They packed everything up in the truck and rode down to the most local town for some water and food. The town was so small that they didn't pay attention to the name of it, but instead went into the diner for a meal. On the way out, Nick went in the back in the cab to take a nap among the supplies and left Jordan and Monty alone up front. As he was driving, Jordan leaned back against the door looking down at her belly as they drove. She looked out the window at a house that they passed.

"I used to work with a guy that lived there." She told him, "We used to lift some heavy shit down at the plant. He's got a really nice wife and kid… a little boy that looks just like him."

"Want to stop?" he asked her.

"Nah… not this time." She turned back and looked in the direction, "It wouldn't be the same, and how would it work if my son went up with two strangers. He wouldn't look at me as… me."

"I can't see why he wouldn't want to see an old friend like you." He laughed at the idea of it.

She turned back around and continued laughing along with him, "Yeah… hey… it's me Mike.. I know I look different but I kinda lost my balls and dick and switched bodies with my best friend's daughter… and then.." she made a schoolgirl giggle mocking herself and twirling her hair, "then I had sex with a man and got in a family way."

With his hand on her leg he began to tickle her, "Yes, and I'm the poor guy that got screwed up in this situation… but I do love her."

"Aww… that is so sweet." She smiled, "Considering I'll be spending the next few months burping babies and feeding them."

"Will I still get my noogums?" he said in a baby voice, then added, "I'm joking… you know I don't want that anymore."

"It's alright, I'm used to you. Changing diapers and breastfeeding can only get a girl so far. I don't wanna forget what you've done for me… I've had a real interesting time here with you.."

"Interesting." He mocked her.

"Well, I've known a lot of guys." She admitted, "And the more I live as a woman, the more I realize my weaknesses. I think it would do me a lot of good if I did as you said and avoided sex for awhile…"

"I'm so stupid." He laughed, trying to lighten the situation.

"Oh stop it you dork." She laughed, "You've got a monster there between your legs that taught me what being a woman is all about. I get moist at the thought of your thing… but you were right. Our sex life has gotten in the way of so many things. I could have dealt with the situation better… I might not have been pregnant like this and taking others into account."

He pinched her leg, "Don't kill yourself over it… you did all that you could with what you had given to you. You and I are tight."

"Please don't use that word… I'm over sensitive." She said, putting her hand on her belly, "I just… I know I'll love these babies and my maternal instinct will kick in… but I want Febe to be the next person I have sex with. I've been thinking about her today like when we were eating and I can't help but admit that I still love her and desire her."

He smiled, "You two were made for each other. Jordan used to say how strong you were… and I think that she being in your body is doing everything in the world for Febe." He paused for a minute as he turned, "She's not vindictive, even as a man she wouldn't be… but a dick can be a lot of assurance."

"Oh she's vindictive, don't make excuses for her. She always looked at my wife weird… like she was looking at her… and Febe knew it. It might be hard for Febe to sleep with me."

"Febe's not bisexual like you… but it will work out. I'd start out by just cuddling her and letting her know that you're not out for one of those dyke relationships that she has nightmares about." He added, "And I wouldn't say much about the infidelity."


"There is no question that I like my dick… I have my fantasies. Since you poked me, I might just like it as much as pussy." She leaned back.

"And what are these fantasies?"

She laughed and looked out the window, "That's one thing I keep private… or a few of them at least. A lot of them are impulsive things that I think I got from her during the swap… like um… they get me wet just thinking about them. I watched some of Donnie's tapes and saw what they did when he'd bring guys over… and it's just sick…"

"But it makes you horny to think of them?"

"Yeah. And I don't like it. I don't even want to talk about those kind of things cause I'll be damned if I'll ever act like that. I may be a slut at times… impulse… but not with groups. I'm only human." She said with a smile, "You should have seen my gyno exam… checking on the baby and they told me off." She continued when he nodded. "Well they brought in this big black doctor to see me. He had this tight little blonde assistant to look at me… oh… he was so fucking big. I wanted to look down at him and see huge black dick…"

He laughed and picked up his pepsi, taking a long drink of it, "Oh Mike… Jordan… whoever you are. I love you… you crafty little slut. But you're the best I've ever had. I tried for three years to get in her pants! I never knew she liked the black guys as well. Fuu uuuck! I wouldn't mind seeing those tapes."

"I destroyed them…" she said feeling betrayed and confused, "You'll never see them."

"Any black guys on those tapes?"

"No… or… that's none of your business. I don't feel the need to.." she said, pausing as she noticed that he was beginning to get an erection. She bit her lip and realized that unless Febe took her in, she'd be a slave to men. She liked sex with men and the idea of having babies, but did not want to be a slave to cock. She had considered all of the idea of being a slut as part of foreplay.

"The need to what?" he said, pulling into a gas station, "Gotta piss like me?" He reached over and began to tickle her as he pulled in next to a huge SUV right along side of the pump.

She glanced back to the cab in the back of the truck. It was filled with junk and she could barely see where her son was sleeping. "I do have to pee."

"Meet me in the men's room for a quickie?" pinching her leg and leaning forward for a kiss. 

She bent forward and gave him a quick kiss, savoring his lips for that moment and looking deep into his eyes, "Not this time baby. You were right and I love you… sometime I hate you. I have to get my head screwed on straight." Then she lowered her head, bit her lip and looked up at him with a wet grin so coined her. "I think I'll even take a nap in the cab too."

He got out of his truck and walked around to help her out of the truck. The door creaked open as he held her hand. A fat woman in a long dress with a little girl looked over at Jordan with a smile. People liked to see pregnant women and it made them both happy. Monty reveled in the fact that he could be here for her at such a time of need. "You know." He said close to her, "That really sucks."

"Oh phooey!" she giggled.

As he went into the store, she went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror playing with her hair. She couldn't believe how sensitive her nipples were becoming, how large her breasts had grown as they filled up with milk. She ran her hands across her belly as another woman came in. It was the woman that had smiled at her a few minutes earlier. The woman walked over to Jordan and smiled at her again as Jordan walked into the stall to pee.

"How far are you along darlin?" the woman said from the other stall.

Jordan unbuckled her pants and pulled down her panties and holding her finger down between her legs. She had done it so often that it had become second nature to her. She held her head down and watched herself, "Oh… I'm around eight months…" she grunted, "along."

"Well God bless your heart." The woman said.

Jordan forgot about the woman and continued peeing. She heard the woman leave the bathroom and then she stood up to look over the stall. She only saw the flushing toilet on the other side and the pink tile. She held her pee inside and took a sigh or relief that she was alone. Perhaps it went back to when she was a man, but she did not like to be in the bathroom with other men and especially women. She used to enjoy looking at other women, or the thought of them peeing. She had gotten used to the tinkling sound that women make when they pee as opposed to men. Now the only thing that appealed to her was being with men, or her wife. She loved her wife and considered her the only other woman that she would go down on. As she sat and peed, she thought about how she'd wake up late at night after dreaming about making love to Febe. In the first few dreams she was a man making love to Febe. In the more recent dreams, they were both women, and Jordan fanaticized about Febe's mouth nibbling at her clit.

"Hello?" she said, thinking that she heard footsteps, then giving up when she heard no answer. Then she continued to pee, finished up and took a piece of toilet paper to wipe herself. She took extra special care to wipe her private area to keep it clean. Having had a yeast infection had made her extra careful to keep that area of her body clean. The delicate folds of skin were nothing like that which a man would have. She brought her fingers up to her nose and sighed at the smell. It just wasn't as much fun as when she'd first spread her legs and touched herself down there.

About this same time back at the Lewinsky house, Febe was cleaning up the house and waiting for a call from her husband. She had no clue that a few miles away he was keeping himself busy with another woman. He was at the home of Bessie Ward getting her to take care of his loving needs. And she was always willing to deliver him. The Ward family were big in the furniture business, selling chairs and tables, and Mr. Ward was always too busy for his wife. So Mike found his way to her doorstep rubbing a small feminine metal ring on his finger and looking at Bessie with a hungry smile.

"Poopsy." She said going over to him and kissing him, rubbing up against his collar and beginning to remove his shirt. "I am so glad ya finally gave into me and left that stinky poo wife of yas at home. I don't know what about her could turn ya on."

He took out his cellphone and sat it on the table with a smile, "Bessie… Bessie… I'm a whole new man. Lets just say the past few months have given me a whole new outlook on life."

She giggled as he pushed her back against the couch and began to crawl on top of her. He let her remove his shirt and lick his hairy chest. Since becoming a man, Mike had been totally amazed at how much women would fall for his washboard stomach when they removed his shirt.

She looked up at him with her short red hair and poodle face and continued to giggle, it seemed like the only thing that she knew how to do. "I would go up to ya and offer, but ya would never take. Then ya came to me that one day and said yas was interested in a little…"

He stopped her by leaning forward and kissing her with passion unlike anything that Bessie had ever seen in a man before. She was so thankful to finally get Mike, and to get him with such great skills of knowing what a woman likes was an added benefit. "I got sick of being married to a middle-aged woman and woke the fuck up is what I did."

"So ya sorta still sleeping with her too babsy?" she kissed his forehead, "My hubby hasn't had it with me in over two weeks. He's so busy working."

"I fucked her last week sometime and she wasn't finished so I went to bed like you told me to. I just wanted to fuck with her… squeezed her tits a little to get her turned on. She wanted it and I said she was too fat for me to fuck her and told her I'd buy her a dog."

"Ohh Poopsy that's mean!" she giggled.

He removed her bra and began to bury his face in her cleavage. "She doesn't have half of what you have. But I gave in and fucked her until she was happy. I'm pretty sure she has a vibrator. She doesn't suspect a thing between us and I am loving every minute of it."

"Poopsy, ya think she's seeing anyone else?"

"Nah. I did all this just to get with her for awhile. I thought she'd be good, but she wouldn't even suck my dick! Wouldn't suck her husband's dick." He began to laugh, "She's got this loyalty thing that she wants to keep her wedding vows. Stupid rock-headed bitch couldn't get another man if she tried. She is so bad in bed."

He looked over at his wallet and so did she, their eyes met and they both smiled. "Well Poopsy I think ya and me should go to a motel some night and leave the farts at home. Ya got the money to do it, and I think we should do it. I mean we should do it in some town and go away so's we can be like husband and wife ya think?"

"Someday, just not now. Please not now." He complained at her, momentarily destroying the mood.

She put her hand on his face, that unshaven face, and moved forward to kiss him, "Ya such a man. I wanna eat ya up baby. I'm not afraid to suck ya off."

He rolled his eyes as she began to lick and suck on his lip. He began to wonder if it was really worth giving up a vagina to gain a cock. He didn't seem to hear much as far as complaints from Jordan over the past few months. She was probably somewhere with her children holding them in her arms. He wondered how she dealt with the wild sex games that they had shared as a couple. His mind was far away from what was being said. "Bessie, you can eat all you want. It's been a week since I've had a good suck. No fucking because I forgot the condoms. I just can't take it with this woman."




Queen Bitch Part 2



"We don't need condoms." She told him. "If I get pregnant than so what. My hubby fucks me so it won't be like he won't know ya did what ya did. Ya need to learn to trust people and be with someone who just like a good fuck."

"You're nuts." He told her.

"Ya can eat me out if ya want." She added.

"I'm not eating you out Bessie. I know what it's like for women. For all I know you might have had your husband an hour ago." He growled, "Why don't I just leave my wife and you leave your husband. We could live happily on his money."

"Ya know I can't do that. He and I did some things this morning but ya don't have to get so pissed." She said moving her mouth up to his, "He never cums and I can't leave him because we have a prenuptial."

"I've heard it before." He said as his cellphone began to ring. "Now it's my wife. So just blow me until I see what she wants."

She moved down and began to unzip his fly, pulling out his penis. It sparkled in the light to her with a small smeared dab of precum. "Prenuptial… if I cheat on him I don't get any money and ya know I…"

He put his hand over her mouth with his finger over the microphone on the phone, "Then we'll have to be careful won't we? …baby… now enough talk and put your mouth on it and let me get rid of the old lady."

Bessie smiled and went down on him, her lips happily devoured his precum and soon were around his rod. She began to bob up and down on him, being the sex queen in high school had given her quite a reputation. Mike always wondered how she could have kept herself so clean, unlike he had when he was a young girl, he had gotten a tattoo with the sun and moon when he gave his first blowjob at age 15.

Febe's voice was loud and could be heard on the other end of the phone, "Mike, I wanted to call and tell you that I love you."

"You shouldn't call me like this." He told her, looking down at Bessie and smiling at her. He held his hand over the microphone and looked down at her, "She said she loves me… stupid fuck."

"…and I got that dress that um.. the one you liked, you can see my nipples when I wear it. And I'm baking your favorite for dinner."

"Febe, I'll be home in a little bit. Don't …. Uh…. Yes…. Nipples… Worry." He said as Bessie began to deep throat him. He looked down and saw her take his entire penis in her mouth, she seemed to have no gag reflex. He had learnt the same trick when he too was a woman.

She was quiet, suspicious, and her voice came across the phone in an almost whisper, "I love you sweetheart. I love you so much." Then she began to rant, "You are such a good husband to me. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't sit here and think about when we were first married or when I was pregnant. It seems like a long time ago but you know how time goes by. I appreciate you more and more everyday, and our marriage is something that I'll hold strong to in my old age..."

He wasn't paying attention to her, but looking down at Bessie he gave her a smile. She looked up at him with a cool soft quiet moan and her eyes on him as if saying, "I'll be here after she's gone. She may have you at night but I have you forever."

"Yeah I feel the same way." He told her, "Look, I don't want to use up my minutes."

Febe's voice seemed a little despondent on the other end, but he didn't notice, "Ok well be home soon. I can't wait until we have grandkids. Nick really should be around more girls, he hasn't called me."

"We'll have grandkids someday. I wouldn't worry. He's a chip off the old block babe. Very soon I'll be home. I love you." He said as he slowly ended the conversation.

He dropped the phone as Bessie continued to suck him harder and harder. Deeper and deeper she took him into her mouth, her tongue and lips rubbing against his sensitive head. Febe never did this for Mike, and it was an experience as a man that Mike had made a rule of having. He had performed fellatio on Donnie one too many times in Jordan's body, now finally he had someone to pleasure him.

She pulled herself away from him taking a deep breath and looking up with a smile, "Ya did her baby. Ya fucked her mind good!"

He grabbed onto her head and began to try and force her back onto him, "She doesn't matter to me. Suck me… oh fuck that is… better every time you do it."

"Naw." she said falling back on her butt, "Ya cum has ta go inside of me. Then ya have ta eat it out of me or I won't be ya girl anymore."

"I told you I don't eat puss." He said, a little afraid that if he did he might yearn to return to his former body. He had spent too much time prepping this new body to react to sex. "And I don't think you will tell deny me."

"Ya fucked up in the head ya know baby?" she laughed, taking his hand and pulling him down on the floor, "Ya a fucking trip!" She kissed him on the lips whispering, "And let ya wife to me. She won't want ya… I got an idea ta get her back."

He kissed her back, "I'm afraid to ask."

"Well ya see…" she grinned, "I have this gal I know who can set up ya wife with a little crack. Start with a little coke ta get her started and soon she'll be too busy ta notice."

He rolled his eyes, "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. You know she'd never do that shit."

"She would do anything ta get it if ya get her on it." She bit his nose, "And she might even start giving ya head for it. And she might even consider having a little hanky panky with me too."

"No that's stupid Bess. Forget it." He told her, pushing his way on top of her, "My whole pleasure in this situation is in knowing that she'd never fuck a woman. Besides… she worships my dick."

"Um….. nice." She laughed.

Jordan's panties were damp when she went back towards the truck. She had been feeling discomfort all day, sharp pains in her abdomen. The back metal on the cab was cold and the paint was chipping. Luckily, she could easily get into it, which was furnished for moderate living conditions. Still, she would be unable to change her panties in there. She had gotten all of the pee out of her, but when she went to get up the pressure of the baby on her pelvis was more than she could handle. There was always a little bit of leakage there.

As she got into the back of the truck, closing the window behind her, she sat down thinking about how to spread her legs so that she might dry. It seemed incredibly hilarious to her that she had gotten into such a situation having been a man not long ago, and yet there she was a very pregnant woman that enjoyed a very strange existence. She still now totally considered herself as a woman and a mother, totally female.

"Hi." Nick said as the trucked pulled out and Jordan leaned beside him. "You get tired of sitting up there?"

She reached down between her legs trying to stop the fabric from sticking to her, "Yes and my damn panties are wet. I can't take this pregnancy shit."

He reached behind him to get her a pillow for her to lean on. He couldn't help but think about the huge belly and the babies inside. Part of him couldn't wait until the babies were born, and another part of him made him feel unsettled about babies being involved in the picture. The babies would, like it or not, seal the pact between Jordan and Monty.

"I was sitting up there and the bouncing made me have to go pee. So I did and… I mean you have no clue what babies can do like this. I think they dropped. Do you think so?" she asked nervously.

"I have no clue." He said, "But here is a pillow."

She took the pillow and slipped it under herself, "Well I sure don't either. I mean this mommy stuff is coming back from Katie but… fu..uck. I feel like my pelvis could just split. It is starting to get painful. I can't imagine what birth is going to be like."

He looked around and made sure that Monty had closed the window to the cab. It was closed and he moved closer to her, taking her hands and letting her sit down more comfortably. It was fairly private with the windows on the front and sides tinted, only from the back could someone see in.

"I keep trying to tell myself that sex is worth feeling like this." She complained.

"I'll make sure that mom is there for you and knows what is going on. Nobody will ever suspect me, especially Mike. He thinks that I like him better as a father than you."

"It is strange to hear you talk about me as an outsider like this. I hope I'm enough of a man to get though to her. She probably won't want to have sex with me, but I wish we could." She admitted.

"It would probably be better for you pregnant. I don't know how that works." He told her.

She pulled up her shirt and showed off her large round belly. It was massive and stretched to it's fruitfulness holding within it the two children that had been conceived. She looked down at it and moved her legs together uncomfortably, "Well just look at my belly… my tattoo is stretched. It'll never be the same, the blue and pink butterflies were beautiful. I wish Febe could have seen them. You have no clue what it is like to be this pregnant… but I've been where you are."

"I didn't mean anything by it." He reassured her, "You know I'm with you for life here."

"Right now I only want to get these babies out of me. It is uncomfortable and I get wet between my legs. I'm not sure if I have to pee or if it's turning me on but I don't like it. All of the assurances in the world don't stop my clitty… wants sucked." Her delicate mouth spoke, "I want sucked and licked. I want a little foreplay instead of just getting fucked. That's not sex. Not like your mother could give me. Just to feel her mouth down between my legs and to taste her again. I'm obsessed."

He was quiet and just looked over at her. He could never tell her that he had caused her very body to be full with child once before. To his father he had always proclaimed with pride his virginity. The encounter with her had been almost a form of rape, but now as he looked at her in such a condition it almost turned him on. Part of him knew the fate and also knew her fate.

"She must have been like some sort of pagan or something to get these tattoos on her." Jordan interrupted his thoughts, "I wonder what all this crap means on my body sometimes. I wonder why somebody would get this done to themselves. I mean, I know I got the little moon and sun when I lost my cherry…"

Getting his wits back about him, he looked over at her and ran his hand across her belly where the butterfly tattoo was, "You told me before that some of her memories have come to you. Do you remember like anything with when she lost her virginity and other things?"

"I think only things that she would have wanted me to remember. There are barriers. She has tried her best to make me fall in love with men so that I forget your mother… done a good job." She said, watching the tone of her voice because Monty might still have been able to hear her.

"A very good job and I think it tells us both that she had planned to do this." He said, "How in the hell do you fight it?"

"It can't be fought." She spoke as she reached out to his hand on her belly. "I can only remember what your mother means to me. She came into my life at a very hard time and I can never forget that. They… the men in my life give me love but they'll never be like your mother. Nobody will ever be like your mother." She brought his hand up to her mouth and kissed it, her warm lips on his fingertips, "You are our love child."

He looked at her chest, that dark skin that always looked tanned, she had always had such a complexion. Now her nipples had bulged, hung firm with motherly abundance. And it was this woman that spoke so highly of his mother. Some of his father yet might have been in Jordan. "I would hope that I was conceived out of love. Mom is cool about things, she's always been a great lady."

"Your mother." Jordan smiled and looked around eagerly, "Do you have a picture of her on you? I haven't seen her face in months." He looked around in his belongings and found one. He handed it to her and smiled as she smiled. Her face seemed to light up as she ran her fingers along the picture.

"You can have it." He told her.

"Thank you." She looked up at him and then back down at the picture. "I wonder what she will think of me in the body. I wonder what she'll say."

"Will you quit putting yourself down? You've come a long way. Relax." He reassured her, then looked away, "I really don't know much about you… Jordan. The Jordan side that is. Have you got any part of her life about where she came from?"

She kept staring at the picture in a deep trance, "Some things… bits and pieces. I think I said before that I… she learned about sex on the farm. I don't know about the tattoos or anything like that. Just the farm and getting married… my wedding night." She glanced back at his look of surprise at the last statement, "Yes, my son, I was quite the little cocksucker that night. Didn't get much good after that… sex."

"I didn't mean that. I mean the darker skin… the look you have. What is she… or half of what is she. Part black?" he noted, "Your nipples are dark."

"Always back to my nipples. My middle name is Kisich, and that is Arabic… so I would assume that I have Arab blood in my veins. I haven't given much thought to it. I didn't exactly get a family history from Jordan when she took my body." She held her tits out, they were full of milk and hurt, "I wonder if she had this much shit when she was pregnant. My tits need drained."

"You should have waited to get milk in them." He told her, taking careful not of the Arabic, "What does Kisich mean anyway?"

"Let me think, I only need to concentrate and it will come to me." She said, squinting her eyes. "I think… oh my. Well I don't think it translates. But um… yeah Monty kind of coaxed my breasts into this. Really unfair… I'm a cow." She rolled her eyes as she thought of the word's meaning. How could Jordan have gotten such a name, she wondered.

"Not a cow. You're nothing like a cow…" he said, taking her hand. He reached down to one of her nipples and ran his fingers across them seeing them stick up from the sensitivity. "You have something that needs relieved and… I can help."

She watched as he reached up and pulled the blind on the window between Monty and them. His finger on her nipple made her want to pull him to her breast. "Please… don't fuck me. It wouldn't be right."

"I'm not here to be your lover. Just a loving son. I'm your baby."

"Then come here by me. Let me… show you. My tits… up close." she cooed to him, "My middle name means cunt." She lightly kissed him as he curled in next to her, "Just like when I was put in this body… some how. These tits… this ass… this… cunt."

He touched her chest and moved down on her, locked his lips onto her breasts and began to suckle on them, milk rolling down the sides of his mouth. He closed his eyes as the white warm mother's milk went down into his belly. He had long wondered what Jordan must have been like when she was pregnant with Katie, but he had never known. And now both his father, and the mother of his child, was there giving him the ultimate motherly gift. He brought his mouth off of her tit and locked his lips onto hers. Their kiss was long and wet, milk in both of their mouths.

"Wow." He spoke with a string of their spit mixed with her milk on his lips. With his hand he pushed the hair away from her face and kissed her again. This time her eyes closed and she leaned back down relaxed. She took her hand and ran it down along his back.

"I tried my own milk once before… didn't like it. Here." She guided his mouth to her nipple, where he eagerly began to suckle. "I think my milk has gotten tastier over the past few days." She ran her fingers through his hair as he closed his eyes and drank. "It won't be long until I have these babies… they'll be lots of milk to go around at this rate. I'll get a breast pump for… you."

They spent the next several minutes in privacy in the back of the truck. She was holding him to her breast while he gulped down her milk as it squirted out of her tits. It was refreshing and new for her, not like being with Monty at all. He nibbled at her breast, and as it squirted out it was almost as sexual as ejaculating as a man. It was not something that she was ashamed of, for she knew that she would be spending the next few months doing just this… sitting alone with two babies. She thought of the nursing bras and all of the motherly things that she would be doing.

"This... I missed this. Wow what a body." he released his suction from her tit with milk flowing down his cheek.

"What do you mean by that?" she said, moving away from him, buttoning up her bra. 

He tried to get back to her breast, but she was reluctant to give it to him because of what he had said. He knew that she would give in though because of the pressure on her other breast from the milk. And by now milk was starting to leak all over her clothes. "Come on… give it to me."

"Not until you tell me what you meant by that." She complained.

"Look." He told her, "It's common knowledge that Jordan and I were good friends. I have my secrets too. Lets just … give me tit. Come on."

"Are you saying that you…"

"I what?" he asked her.

She bit her lip and looked down at his pants, "I knew it. I knew it. Too coincidental."

"Just give me the tit. Ok… she caught me jacking off one time. After you guys went inside. Like she…" he looked at her uneasily.

"My… oh my." She said, reaching down and looking at his dick, "Not as big as Monty's, but still quite a friend for a gal. What exactly happened?"

"Well. Ok. Then I want my tit." He smiled, "She walked in and jacked me off and kept my cum in her palm… and then said something about Donnie. So like she started fingering herself and then slurped it all down."

"She raped you? But I thought you were a…" then she held her hand up to her head as if a memory had come into her mind that Jordan had blocked from her. Then the entire event came back into her mind as if she had done it. Her face turned red and she looked him in the eyes in horror.

"No… I wouldn't call it rape." He sighed.

"Rape… yes it was rape." She told him, forgetting about not giving him her other tit. "If I would have known she'd done that to you then I would have done something about that…" she turned her head away as if her crotch was bothering her, "bitch."

"It's alright… alright. It wasn't painful." He said.

"No but she FUCKED you. My God who haven't I been with?" she whimpered.

"Is that all you remember?" he asked her, reaching down and playing with her tit.

She reached down with her hand and gripped his cock. She felt it grow in her hands and harden to his soft groan. "I want you… so bad. I remember you were one hell of a fuck. Oh help me Nick… please. She made me such a slut. Just give me a good fucking… a quick one. Baby I need you… the more time passes the more it happens the more I…" she kissed him on the lips, "…remember and become the woman in the videos."

"I'm not here for sex not matter how much I may want it now… I'm here to help relieve the pressure remember." He smiled reluctantly, but knew that it was the only way that she would have it. "I've always had this fantasy of you going down on me. It's not YOU though, and I hate this change. I know you'll always love me, but will you always be my father?"

"Oh yeah… always." She smiled, licking her milk off of his face, "But my little thing wants your boy-thing to make my girl-thing happy. Oh baby… I remember you fucking me crazy. What else is there to remember?"

He smiled and stuck his hand down between her legs. She squirmed and let his finger inside of her. "You're going to give birth soon. But please I need my father. You have to fight it." He kissed her on the forehead and let out a groan of defeat. "...be a good girl... please."




Queen Bitch Part 2



"But I want you now. I want to be a bad girl." She whined.

"You don't remember what happened nine months after we had sex?…. like um… Katie? Our daughter." He said in a plea of breaking her lust for him.

She was set back to reality as if stretching out her legs. She pulled her hand away from his face and squinted. "So I'm the mother of my own granddaughter…. And my … oh hell."

"Yeah see." He sighed. "It was not you... it was her."

"But I remember you inside of me. It felt so good baby. I'm not thinking clearly... it's like a curse or something. I am your father please don't doubt me... or my urges... her urges. I see." she said in a trance, remembering giving birth to Katie.

"...you know my place, how confusing it is." he sighed with relief, "And why I wanted to go so much up to see her. Why Jordan and I... well after that became really good friends even more so. I don't understand why this happened."

"Yeah… you should be in Donnie's place. Just you and me. She looks so much like you. I never told you that. I'll kick him out and fuck you every night!"

"No." he protested as she crawled down to his crotch and unbuttoned his pants freeing his cock. He winced as she gripped it in her hands and began to jack him off.

"I can't help it. Just lay back and enjoy it." She moved up to him and kissed him again on the lips because she knew he wouldn't want a kiss after she was done. "I won't fuck you… I just want to give you head for once. You're somebody I want to fuck for once. Before…" Tears began to form in her eyes.

"What? Oh babe." He hugged her, seeing fear in her face.

"It's… ok." She said with tears in her eyes, "You shared with me and I'll share with you. My husband Donnie… after I showed you those movies and went home…"

"Yeah…" he nodded.

"Well… I told you I'd never let anybody do me like on the videos. But he had this big black guy there and he wanted me… they wouldn't let me say no. And he…" she gritted her teeth in anger, "Taped me taking it up the ass! And it hurt like a mother fucker… so I… I did what I had to. And he taped me just like in those tapes…"

"Oh my. So you are running for you life." He hugged her.

"Yeah, if I go back then I'm just his little movie star. I never wanted to EVER take it up the ass Nick. NEVER. And now… now my…" she hugged him back, "Now my little ass wants it hard and raunchy just like in the tapes. I want to be raped… I actually enjoyed it. My body seemed enjoy it."

"Your body maybe, but what about you?" he asked her.

"Me…" she took a deep breath. "I want to be with Febe. That's all I want." She looked down at his crotch and held his cock in her hands, "This gave me Katie… out daughter. I want you to get to spend more time with you daughter. What she did to you wasn't right. And I love your balls too for giving me both a daughter and a man who has always been good to me. I feel like I've fucked a lot of guys, but only made love to one… and that's you."

He closed his eyes as he knew what was next. "Maybe you've earned the right to be a Lewinsky."

She smiled and moved down between his legs, "This isn't sex… just a taste… and a chance…" she held her hair back and brought the tip of his dick up to her lips, "At least you're not like my husband… he made me suck him off while watching football. Made me gag.. but… I want this."

He relaxed as she began to roll her tongue over his dickhead. The tip of it playing with her lips and saliva. "Ohhhh…." He grinned.

"You're more of a man than Monty knows. Fuck you've got huge balls… I …" she dove her mouth down on him and began to deep throat him. She had totally given in to her urges and her body had taken over. But unfortunately for her, his hips rose up and soon spurted a rich mouthful of sperm into her mouth. She started to gag and then caught her breath and began to savor the taste. She pulled her mouth off of his dick and pulled herself up to his face.

"I don't want any of that stuff." He protested.

She rolled away from him and lay down next to him, a sweet smile on her lips. "Good boy."

He brought his hand up to hers, she took it and brought it down to her slit. It was wet and ready for him. She was one of those few women who founds sex while pregnant exciting and enjoyable. He felt is finger enter her sweet depths and become wet.

She took long deep breaths, her mouth leaking cum, "I… I'm ready for you. Come beside me and lay… take me from the side." She wiped her other finger along her mouth, "I'll be damned if you're wearing a condom… that's the best shit I've had since Donnie."


"Donnie?" he asked, then realized that it would be natural for her being his wife.

"Yeah… but he doesn't cum that quick. If you want to please a woman you need to learn how to control yourself sweetheart." She smiled at him, "I don't care how big your prick is… that was too quick. You have to fuck me now. Come over here."

He moved over next to her and smelled his cum on her lips. "No, not like this. Not after knowing what they did to you. I didn't even want… this. Let me be the one man who won't use that body."

"You're not using me… I want it." She took a deep breath. "I got raped up my ass… I don't really want sex like I've had it. You taught me restraint, which is something that this body doesn't know. When I… she was little, she used to go around giving guy's head just to get approval from them. Oh… I have all of that experience. It's not sex to me… I love taking a nice hard one in the chops. At least I'm in control."

"You definitely were that." He laughed, rubbing his hand along her face. "I want to fuck that body again. But not like this."

"I want you too…" she said wiping cum from her face and sticking her finger in her mouth, "You have no idea how bad it felt… I felt like a fag when they got me up the ass. That fucking husband of mine just stood there getting off seeing me… I can't stand that Nick. What am I going to do?"

"You're not a fag. We'll get though it." He told her, kissing her on the forehead. He didn't care about his cum.

She kissed him on the forehead and smiled as they sat back down. She felt the car turn around the corner and her weight was shifted. "Someday I'll get my dick back… then I'll show my husband and Monty where the shit falls. I promise you Nick… these tits and cunt don't make me less of a man. I'll show my husband a blowjob… he calls me his… my head you know… he calls it his 'cum hole". She fumed, "My little cunny is the only thing made for a man. Other than you of course."

They continued talking and she cleaned up her body.

Monty continued to drive down the road oblivious to what was going on in the back. He was not fond of the fact that Nick was in the back. There was something he didn't like about the boy, something he never did like about him. For one, the boy never dated anybody, and always had his nose stuck in books. Monty was not fond of books, or much anything else for that matter. He was not a very intelligent man and had no clue that they were onto him. He had at first been a part of the plot to trap Mike, or had at least known about it, and had been made aware of it one day when Jordan had confronted him. She had told him that he would never get the opportunity to have sex with her, no matter how much he had wanted to. He had seen the tapes of her, his son had shared them with him, but she had refused his advances. And then one day at the point of a kiss and a grip of his cock she promised him that she would deliver him all the sex he wanted. He agreed, thinking that she was hitting on him, when in actuality it was quite something more. It was not until after he had made love to her and impregnated her that he realized that it was Mike stuck in Jordan's body. 

He turned on the radio, switching through the stations as these things went though his mind. If it wasn't the drivers on the road, it was the sad country music. He always enjoyed it, turned on a little Brooks and Dunn for old times sake. "If you'd stay on your side of the road lady..."

The guilt did not last long, for he knew that even Mike would not hold it against him when it came to brining a life into the world. It had been something that they had shared together, and whether or not it worked out, it was the fruit of his and her loins. Now his protectiveness for her had faded in hopes that she would give him the occasional bout of wanton sex on occasion. As he drove it plagued his mind knowing that sooner or later he would have to take her home, no matter how it worked out with Febe. Jordan would have to return with him to their place because without her the two other children would be destroyed. That was something that neither Mike nor Jordan could muster.

About that time the cellphone rang and Monty turned down the radio to answer it. He was sure it had to be someone from back home, his wife or somebody. They'd want to know what was taking so long to get his new vehicle home.

"Yeah?" Monty answered.

"Pops?" Donnie said on the other end of the phone, "Thank... I mean damn it's good to talk to you. I ..." the signal broke up a little, "to see how things are going... wanted to talk to Jordan."

"She's busy at the moment, but give me a second and I'll get her." Monty lied, thinking about how horribly the whole thing was somewhat his fault. "Unless you want to talk to me for a little bit."

"That works." Donnie said, sounding depressed. "She's been bitchy. I don't want to catch her at a bad time." Donnie continued, "You know Pops, I am glad that you're taking her for a few days. She couldn't be in any safer of hands. And when you get that new camper, she'll like it."

"Marriage is a sacred intuition son." Monty said ignorantly, "I've been riding with her... you two deserve each other. After what I went though raising you."

"She's not that bad." Donnie laughed. "She used to like to experiment and make our marriage more exciting. I just don't know Pop. I'll keep it short because I don't want to be on here long, but I can't be any more blunt about it. When I met her she was this exciting beautiful woman. As time went on she had kids and we got pregnant again this last time and I noticed a change in her. She's always known her place..."

"People change, son." Monty interrupted him, "But your relationship with your wife is your relationship with your wife. Did this start when she got pregnant?"

"It had to have been. She was all over me the one night hot and heavy. Then she got distant like she's somebody else. She's my wife and I'll always love her..." Donnie continued. "But like the other day before you left. She promised me that she'd do a twosome with me and this other guy. It's embarrassing to say but the truth. I brought him over and he started on her fucking up the ass. I taped it and watched. She seemed to really enjoy it and was playing her little slut role that she does. But after he left she just ran up to our room and locked the door crying her eyes out. I asked her to come out and she told me to leave her alone."

Monty pulled over along the road and let the engine running. He knew that Donnie would want to talk to Jordan more than anything else, and that he would settle for nothing less. "Women are like that. Do you remember when you first got married how I told you she's a wild girl. She is a woman and she has emotions. Your mother is the same way sometimes." then he added the question. "Did she really take it up the ass the night before she left?"

"She did..." Donnie said quietly, "Why?"

"Because." Monty said almost in disgust, "She's a pregnant woman and she should know better than that. I've been taking extra care with her on the road and I can't believe she'd... that close to birth. When is she due?"

"Oh. In two weeks from what I heard. But you know it usually goes over. She asked if she could go and I let her because I think she needs some time to think. If she wants this marriage to work then she is going to have to... help."

"Well, maybe you should cut out the sex with other guys. I think that might be it. She's having your third and forth child, Donnie... would you be willing to do that for her?" Monty said.

"You know I would Pop. I love her, that's what I married her for. We've just been a little out of touch. I know she wants this marriage to work." Donnie told him, "Just promise me that you'll bring her back to me."

"Don't worry, she's not going anywhere." Monty told him, watching raindrops fall on his windshield. "Just what I need."

They had driven into rain, not a good sign. Monty had just about enough of his son pestering him on the phone. He finally got out of his truck and walked over to the side of the cab. It was muddy and he cussed the whole way with it splashing up against his new white shoes. What would Linda say about this when he got home? He knew what it would be, in his own jaded sort of way, she would read him up one side and down the other. 

He tapped on the window of the cab to get Jordan's attention. It took awhile to wake her up from her sleep, and when she woke her hair was everywhere. Thankfully, he did not notice the little bits of cum that she had missed on her face. Her blouse was stained with a little drop of it on the collar. 

"You woke me up..." she complained, pushing her hair back and sliding the window open, "What's going on. Did we get pulled over or something Monty?" 

"The phone... your husband wants to talk to you." Monty said, holding his hand over the microphone. 

"Tell him I'm busy Monty. I don't want to talk to him... please. I have Nick in here and... I don't want to think about that fucking son of yours!" she growled at him, but still accepted the phone. 

"Maybe you misjudged him. He loves you." Monty said, but was cut off when she shut the window. 

She crossed her legs and looked down at her belly as she leaned against the cab. She hit her head on the edge of it. "Damn..." she said in the microphone. 

"Is everything alright... Jordan... baby?" Donnie said on the other end. 

"I just hit my head and it hurts is all." she said with a fake hint of happiness to hear from him, "And everything is wonderful my man. I can't wait until we get back... wrap your big arms around me and have you all to myself."

"After the babies are born, I promise you." He told her, "Whatever you want you've got. If you want me to quit bringing the guys around I'm happy with it. I'll get you that new dress you wanted and get you a new car…"

"Honey pants… hush." She quieted him down, "I don't want any of that stuff. Just relax baby. Relax."

"But I can't relax, nothing is that simple." He told her.

"Yes it is. We'll be home soon." She eased him. "And I'll have these two babies, you can have your father take you and the kids to the hospital to see them."

"I know. I'm just worried because." He paused for a moment, "We have to keep it quick on here, well I've been trying to get close to you but you won't let me. We've always had fun…"

"You've always had fun." She said aggravated, "I only get it up my ass from other guys. Donnie, I was pissed when we left. My ass hurt so bad. You don't UNDERSTAND. I just want it in my pussy."

"The other month when you begged I…" he stuttered.

"Oh fuck it Donnie." She growled. "What guy has his wife pregnant and has other guys fuck her up the ass? I'm sick of it. It's stopping now. And if things aren't done my way then you can kiss your happy home goodbye. I want a divorce."

"Don't say that." He whimpered. She had hit him where it hurt.

"Then relax and quit whining. I'm coming home soon." She ordered him, "But things will be done my way from now on."

"I love you honey." He said almost in tears.

"I love you too baby, you know that. I'm so wet." She said, feeling the rain come in through the window.

"Your pussy?" he asked her.

"NO! Not my damn pussy. It's raining here ass." She grumbled, "You won't be getting any of that for awhile either. You take care of your tools better than my pussy… which isn't saying much."

"What is wrong with you? Son of a bitch! I'm being nice to you." He yelled at her in the other end.

She winced for a moment and got a strange smile on her face, "Oh you'd love to know. You keep saying 'I love you honey… I love you honey' but I know you don't mean it you bastard."

"I only know that I don't want Mike and Febe to see us having problems when they come up next month." Donnie changed the conversation.

"Mike and Febe? Don't I ever get told…" she stuttered.

"Yeah Mike called up last night and told me they'd be coming up. He says he'd like to see the babies, and wanted to talk to you but I told him you were with dad. He had no clue you were even pregnant."

"Oh… I thought I… told him." She said quietly.

"Obviously you didn't. He told me I'm quite a stud." He laughed with pride on the other end.

She thought of Donnie's dick and Monty's dick, how both of them had felt between her legs and in her mouth. It sickened her as to how macho males egos drove her life. It hadn't always been that way, she became conscious of her pussy lips as he said what a stud he was. What about her? What about her egg that he had fertilized? All three of the men Monty, Mike and Donnie were on her shit list because to them she was only a piece of ass. "You're a stud and a half. I love being your wife. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Huh?" he said surprised.

"Mike and Febe are good people. They've made it work for all these years, I wonder what their secret is? Why can't we be like that? Donnie, I'm willing to make an effort to save our marriage, I'm sorry." She apologized.

"Oh." He chucked, "Well they've made it work because Mike is an easy going guy. When we're all together you and Febe can go and spend some girl time together." He seemed to become quiet before continuing, "I just like when we get together. Two couples… what do you girls talk about?"

She was quiet for a moment, biting her lip as she was known for doing, "We talk about shopping."

"You know… I don't like the idea of us not having other people involved. Can we have just one more go round?" he said.

"I guess so… like what?" her whole plan had been shattered.

"Well I have always had this thing for Febe… I thought maybe you could have some fun with Mike or we could all get together…" he suggested, "He's been screwing around on her for years."

"He has?" she said surprised.

"Yeah no shit he told me that he's been screwing some woman out the street from him right under Febe's nose. Funny shit." He laughed as a tear formed in her eye.

"Is her name Bessie Ward for any chance?" she asked, knowing exactly who the woman was. Bessie had been a woman who had been jealous of Febe and had wanted to have sex just to get her man.

"I have no clue. I only know that he said her cunt is tight. He said Febe is huge… she can take his dick and her dildo vibrator at the same time. Fucking insane."

"Please… no more. I don't want to know about Febe's puss." She thought of Febe's cunt and knew that it was not that large. It infuriated her that Mike, who had once been a woman himself, would say such things about Febe. Febe was a good woman!

"Relax hon, I know how Mike is. He has always been a crazy shit." He liked to gross out his wife. It was a report that he had had with her for years. "Just don't tell Febe anything about it. I don't think she knows."

"Oh I won't tell her. You know how I feel about cheating! That shit doesn't go with me unless both… like how you and I do." She paused for a moment, "I wouldn't want to be the one to tell her that her husband is fucking around on her. She's too good of a friend."

"I'm running up dad's phone. Hey, we'll see them as soon as you get settled with the babies and shit." He wasn't listening to her.

"Ok hon. I love you. Tell the kids mommy will be home soon." She sighed.