"We need to have sex," he says, his face flushed from being buried in my cleavage. "Get down on the floor. I'm going to have sex with your pussy."
"Such a romantic," I say, more amused than offended by the way he is talking.
Without that blackmail, this guy couldn't charm his way into a hooker's panties with a briefcase full of money. But maybe what I'm doing is sort of like a public service. Like I'm going to prevent him from becoming a serial killer by having sex with him. I guess that's the good way to look at it, because the other way to look at it is that I am a huge slut and I just really need his dick. Which is probably closer to the truth.
I get down on the floor on my hands and knees, showing him the creamy roundness of my ass. I lean forward so he can see my fuzzy peach between my thighs, plump and juicy and inviting to him.
"Do you want to do me like this? Like doggystyle?" I turn over onto my back and spread my thighs wide apart. I play my fingers over my pussy. "Or do you want to do me like this?"
I get up on my knees and cradle my breasts in my hands. I squeeze them and tease my nipples with my fingers.
"Or do you want to lie back and let me do all the work like a cowgirl so you can play with these?"
"That one!" he quickly says.
"How did I guess?"
Isaac sits down on a pile of bases from the baseball diamond. I pull his shirt off over his head and sigh as I see his chest is practically dented inward and he has no muscles at all. I straddle his hips and his hands immediately go to my breasts, squeezing them roughly and pinching my nipples. I gasp at the rough handling and grab his cock, giving it a squeeze for revenge.
"Heyyy," he moans.
"Take it easy with those nipples. They're very sensitive."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he says and sounds like he means it. "Let me see if I can make them feel better."
He bends up and captures one of my dangling breasts against his face and my nipple in his mouth. He sucks, urgently, but not too hard. Inside the hot, wet confines of his mouth, his tongue is flicking my sensitive bud. It feels really good and he's gently playing with my other nipple with his fingers.
I reward him by teasing my soaking slit over his cockhead. He moans into my breast and continues sucking as I open my folds against his hard tip. I'm so wet that just that makes nasty sounds.
"Are you ready?" I ask.
"Yessss," he hisses against my breast.
I drop my boiling cunt onto his hardness, impaling my hungry pussy to the hilt of his cock. My ass drops against him and I squeeze him in my channel.
"Oh my god, it's so hot!" he cries. "Even...ahhh...hotter than your mouth."
"It feels really good, doesn't it? Wait until I start moving."
"Wait a second," he says and puts his hands on my hips to stop me from moving. "Let me get used to it first or I'm, uh, you know. Going to cum again."
I sit still atop him, playing with my breasts for his enjoyment as he tries to catch his breath. He finally nods and I begin to move, very slowly, atop his hard dick. His face almost immediately twists in pleasure as my hot tunnel begins to slip up and down on his cock. I continuously massage his cock. It feels so good, so hot inside me, and my body moves like a gazelle or something else that moves awesome. Like a sexy snake, with my body arching and my hips turning to pop my little clutching cunt on him.
I hold him down with both hands and stare into his face as I begin to move faster and faster. The pleasure is building inside me. I want to cum on his cock. I want him to feel my pussy squeezing. Then, I decide, I'll pull him out and let him cum all over my tits. I have to be sure to pull him out. I'm already being risky just letting him inside me with no condom. If he were to--
"Aaahhhhhhh!" Isaac's hands suddenly grab my hips. He bucks beneath me, driving his cock deep into my pussy. I feel him tense and release. His cock throbs in my unprotected cunt and the virgin twerp unloads inside me. Worse, the surge of fear and the hot pleasure of his orgasm spurting into my depths is enough to trigger my own unexpected bliss.
Panting, unable to stop, I roll my hips and take him, cumming on his cock, milking his spurting prick with my inner pleasure. I wring out every gooey drop and it's only as he begins to whine from oversensitivity that my own orgasm begins to recede and I am able to think straight.
"Oh no!" I cry, hopping off him, long strands of his cum spilling from my pussy. I squeeze with all my muscles, pushing more out onto his leg and onto my fingers. I scoop it from inside myself, but I know it was deep. He came against my cervix.
"What's the matter, baby? Can't get enough?" He asks, watching me thrust my fingers into my creamy channel.
"No, you...you don't understand. I can get pregnant."
"What?!"
He sits up bolt upright and watches me in wide-eyed horror as I desperately try to scoop every drop of his cum out of my freshly-fucked pussy. I know it's probably futile, but I try anyway.
There isn't much else I can do. I ask Isaac for a ride home since Pepper is long gone and as soon as I'm back at my house I make sure to go to the bathroom. Should I get a pregnancy test? Will that work so quickly? Maybe I should tell my sister.
I don't know what I'm going to do, so instead of doing anything, I do the one thing I probably shouldn't: I curl up in my bed, tears staining my pillow, and I go to sleep. I hope the morning will prove my fears unfounded. Maybe when I wake up, Doc's formula will have worked. I will be a man again and all of this will just be some bad dream. I can be the star quarterback again. I can have Pepper back. I can even kick Alex Kuntzman's stupid ass.
Or maybe not.
Girl Trouble 3
The Gender Swapped Beauty is Blackmailed by the Nerd
Day Four
Thursday
"Not going today," I moan with my face pushed into the pillow.
"Alright, I give up," says my sister, Andrea. "But you'd better not text me for a ride in an hour. I'm not skipping out of class to come get you."
She slams the door on her way out of my bedroom. I wait until I am absolutely certain she is gone before I roll onto my back. My big breasts come with me. No, not just big anymore. My breasts have grown another cup size overnight, which would put them back into vowel territory. Or maybe even like an F-cup. G-cup? Is that a thing? I don't know.
My tits are now like two huge mounds that jiggle and sway when I make the slightest movement. Worse, my nipples have thickened and become more sensitive and they are sticking out like crazy beneath my overstretched t-shirt. There are a lot of possible reasons why my breasts have grown overnight. I am hoping that the reason is the serum that Dr. Guttenberg gave me backfired again and instead of turning me back into a man it enlarged my breasts.
The more frightening possibility is that my field house escapade with blackmailing nerd Isaac Shmecklinger has managed to knock me up. Which would mean I am stuck as a woman forever. On the other hand, I'm not an expert on women, but I'm pretty sure a woman's breasts don't swell up the day after they get pregnant. Whatever is happening, it is not natural.
A couple days ago I was Brian Harrison, the star quarterback and the coolest guy in school. Now I am Brianna Harrison. I've lost my spot on the team, lost my girlfriend, and I look more like Jessica Rabbit in a t-shirt than a football player. I sigh and cover my face with a pillow. Hopefully it muffles my screams.
The worst part of it all is that I do not even know what I want anymore. I was as straight as a laser beam and now all I can think about are men. Doc promised it was these pheromones I'm giving off that are affecting me as well.
"I need to talk to a woman," I say. "Not Pepper. Not my sister. Definitely not my mom. I need to talk to a real woman."
Then I remember Wednesday in the hall, when Miss Holden, the girls' softball coach, mistook me for a new student and offered to help me out. She gave me her cell number.
Feeling surprisingly nervous, I grab my phone and dial her number. She answers and I can hear the sounds of her car in the background.
"Hey, hello, who is this?" she asks.
"Brianna," I say.
"Oh, it says 'Brian' on my caller ID. They must have it wrong at the phone company." Her tone changes to something a little more than friendly. "Anything I can do for you this morning, sweetie?"
"Um, I really need to talk to someone this morning. I'm...worried about something that is happening to me."
"I don't have a first or second period class today. Would you like to come into my room and talk?"
There are little butterflies in my tummy. I'm not even sure why as I answer, "I was hoping you could come to my house. I'm sort of, I don't know, I just really need to talk to a woman."
There is quiet for a moment. It sounds like she might be making a gesture or shifting the phone or something. When she comes back on the line there is excitement in her voice.
"Of course, sweetie. I don't have first or second period classes on Thursday and I can get a sub to cover me until lunch. I'm in the car now. Let me know where you live and I'll be right over."
I give her my address and head into the shower. I pour some shower gel in my hand and massage it into my breasts. The coconut-scented suds caress my naked body and gather in the valley between my huge tits. I pluck at the nipples, amazed by their size and sensitivity. I feel a strong urge to touch myself.
I am barely able to resist, stepping out of the shower just in time to hear the doorbell ringing. I quickly wrap myself in a towel, cinching it tightly around my chest to mash my newly-huge breasts into the soft terrycloth. The towel barely wraps around my top. It's ridiculous and disconcerting to have my body, already not my own, change so much overnight.
"No time to dress," I mutter. "She'll have to deal with seeing me in a towel."
If the rumors about Miss Holden are true, she will have no problem dealing with my curves. I hurry to the door and jiggle the whole even with the towel wrapped as tight as a drum around me. I take a deep breath, open the door, and see the shock register immediately in Miss Holden's face.
The heavy set creative writing teacher and softball coach clearly was not expecting to find me standing there nearly naked. She brushes a lock of her dark hair from her face and seems to compose herself.
"Oh, my, Brianna...you're...maybe I should come inside?"
"Yeah, sure, of course." I step back from the door.
Miss Holden is probably just shy of forty, with the body of a woman who has eaten a little more than her share of cupcakes over the years. She tends to wear loose clothes, along with her softball coach's jacket, to hide a little bit of that extra weight. She isn't huge, I'm not saying that, I'm not about to judge her for her body, and she has a pretty face and long, black hair that she keeps in a ponytail.
She steps past me into the foyer and I walk with her into the living room. It's the room I almost never hang out in, with my mom's nice couches and the fireplace. It's where mom has her book club. I sit down and Miss Holden sits down beside me. I can tell she's trying her best not to just ogle me. I can't even begin to tell you how weird and hot that feels.
"What did you want to, um, talk to me about, Brianna?"
For a moment, I consider blurting the whole story out to her. I feel like I should. But something stops me and tells me not to ruin this charged moment with Miss Holden by dumping my whole wild story onto her. I don't want to lie to her. Instead, I give her a different version of the truth.
"You said yesterday that you could help me find my way at Sunny Valley High." I let the words fall from my soft lips. "Well, I had a...scare...yesterday. With a boy."
"Oh, no," she says.
"I have all these urges, Miss Holden. I'm afraid they are controlling my life. I can't help it. I acted on them and I'm afraid if I keep acting on them I am going to have big problems."
"I understand, sweetie." She takes my hand and pulls it to her leg. "We all have urges. Sometimes the only way to get past them is to confront them. But there are different ways of confronting them. Do you understand?"
"I...I think so."
"Some ways, like unprotected sex, can cause lifelong problems for you. But there are other ways that are perfectly healthy." She looks me in the eyes. "Do you masturbate, Brianna?"
I bite my lower lip as I look down at my luscious body barely contained by the towel. Of course I have masturbated. It was one of the first things I did after I screamed.
"I don't think that's enough, Miss Holden," I reply.
Her brown eyes are heavy with desire. I know she wants me. I know all the rumors are true. She leans towards me, her plump breasts nearly bursting open the zipper of her red coach's jacket.
"I think you're right." She pulls my hand from her leg and pushes it between her thighs. Her hand covers mine and she squeezes my fingers against the khaki-covered softness of her mound. She kisses my neck. She inhales loudly through her nose and moans, "God, Brianna, you smell amazing."
I arch my back and turn my head on the back of the couch. She presses her face right up against my neck, sucking in those pheromones that drive people crazy. I squeeze my fingers against her sex, feeling that softness and heat beginning to seep through her pants.
"Ohhhh, Miss Holden," I moan. "Won't we get in trouble?"
"Sometimes," she whispers against my ear, "it's worth getting in trouble."
"Ohhhhhh," I moan.
Her mouth opens and her hot kiss presses against my throat. She sucks at my tender neck and her tongue strokes me as her weight shifts against me. Her fingers hook into the towel preserving my modesty and with a tug she pops it open. My swollen tits bounce free, as big as any natural tits I've ever seen, but with the pertness of a teenager's body. Her eyes widen at the sight of them.
"My god, Brianna," she circles them with her hands and lifts their weight. "These are magnificent. Ohhh...sweetie."
Miss Holden's face drops to my breasts and she buries her nose and mouth in my cleavage as she squeezes my tits into her face. She rubs her head back and forth and laughs as her dark ponytail flicks from side to side. I giggle, realizing that I have officially been motorboated and by a lesbian no less.
"They're so big," she laughs. "They're beautiful. You're...god you're sexy."
Her lips wrap around one of my fat nipples and she sucks so hard I feel like I'm going to squirt milk out or something. I cry out and kick my legs, unwittingly spreading my thighs and opening the towel up below my waist. The lust-drunk teacher is quick to take advantage. One of her hands presses between my legs and I feel her fingers on my bare pussy, stroking my slick groove with a practiced touch and teasing out my clit to send a hot rush of pleasure through my sex.
Miss Holden's lips pop free from my pale areola and my stretched pink nipple and my breast settles back into place, the nipple glistening with her saliva. Her tongue trails to my other nipple as her fingers push into my molten trench. I open my legs even wider, giving the horny teacher all the access she wants to my body. I am at her mercy and all too eager this time to surrender myself to her desires.
Her kiss soon leaves my breasts and begins to travel down my flat belly.
"I don't know how your tits are this big and you are this skinny," she marvels. "But it's incredibly sexy."
Her kiss lingers at my navel and she flicks her tongue into the little dimple of my bellybutton. It sends surprising shocks of sensation through my sex and throbs in my clit. She slides lower, until she is on her knees before me and pulling me to the edge of the couch.
"Look at this pussy," she murmurs, playing her fingers up and down my pink flower. "You said you're a good girl? You're all shaved."
"I am a good girl," I protest.
"We'll see about that," she says and then Miss Holden goes down on me right there on my mom's nice couch.
Believe me, I've gone down on girls before. I mostly just gave them the dick, you know, but if I really liked them I would give them a licking first. Pepper, who dumped me when I turned into a girl, used to wrap her thighs around my head and practically suffocate me with he
r little pussy.
No amount of licking in my past could prepare me for the sensation of Miss Holden spreading my delicate folds and licking from the tip of my taint to the howling bud of my clit. She swirled her tongue around it and then clamped her mouth on me like she was going to take a bite of my mound. Instead, she began to suck, drawing my sensitive lips and more sensitive clit into her mouth. As she sucked me, her fingers continued to work in and out of my clutching fuckhole.
"Ohmygod!" I cry, grabbing her head with both hands. "Oh, Miss H-h-h-holden!"
I buck against her mouth, my tits bouncing wildly and my pussy cumming before I even know what has hit me. Her suction tightens on my clit and her fingers stretch deep into my teenage twat, hooking into that magic spot that drives my orgasm into a throbbing hurricane of ecstasy. I feel like I'm holding onto her head just to keep from flying away. I can feel the hot juice squeezing out of me, between her fingers, to drool over my clenching asshole and make a mess of my mom's couch.
"You taste as sweet as you look, "she purrs, my juices on her lips."But I have to know how your ass tastes."
I don't resist her urgent hands as she flips me over onto my knees and leans over the back of the couch. My fat tits are smashed beneath me and my round ass is offered up to this middle-aged woman. I watch over my shoulder as her face descends on the double bubble of my cheeks. She spreads them wide and spears my pink clench on her tongue.
"Aaaaaaiiiiee!" I cry out with pleasure as I get my teenage ass tongue-fucked by Miss Holden. She pulls her tongue out and gives my squeezing rim a thorough tongue bath while her fingers are knuckles-deep in my shuddering cunt. The feel is delicious and dirty and I give into it, rolling my hips and rubbing my ass against her face and tongue. I can feel her muffled moans of lust vibrating my tender knot and the dripping peach of my pussy.
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