by D. L. Savage
I’d kept my eyes closed as I took this brief examination of my new body, and when I opened them again, I realized with a shudder of surprise that Cherry had unbuttoned her jeans, and tugged her brand new cock and balls out from her cotton boxer shorts, and was standing there shamelessly working her cock, stroking her thick meaty shaft back and forth, her breath shivering past her lips, until her cock lengthened and stiffened, all big and hard and red, the shaft and head totally slicked and shiny wet with pre-cum.
I felt myself licking my lips as I looked at that big meaty cock, and I felt a pang of shock and embarassment as I realized that my body seemed to be urging me to fall straight to my knees and take it in my mouth!
Fuck, I thought. Does this mean I’m queer now?
I’d never ever had even the slightest gay thought before this moment and I wondered what the fuck was going on. I tried to resist the urges but they were way too strong now. I felt myself giving in to them, my eyes fixed on that hot pink cock, twitching in front of me, and as I took a timid step towards it, moistening my full soft lips with my tongue, I could feel my other set of lips moistening too …
As I walked towards him, sure enough, I could feel that my swollen throbbing pussy was now totally slick and wet with juice. Fuck, I felt so horny, my nipples standing out from my breasts, visible in the mirror on the far wall as hard little points beneath my vest top, my pussy throbbing and sopping wet and my thoughts swirling, just wanting to fill my mouth with that hot pink meat before me.
With a shudder of excitement and anticipation I dropped to my knees, feeling the delicious snugness of my tight black yoga pants and my thong stretched so tight between my butt cheeks as I reached out and took that big hot shaft in my tiny right hand, beginning to jack it slowly up and down, while cupping his big swollen balls in my left hand, surprised at their silky smoothness and their weight.
I knew deep down that it was my cock, but still, it felt so totally different from this new perspective.
I parted my lips and then, with a final shiver of excitement and a breathy little gasp, I leant forward, closing my eyes, opening my mouth wide and closing my lips tenderly around Mike’s huge cock head.
I let out a soft muffled groan of pleasure as I began to suck it, bobbing my head back and forth, feeling my lips sliding over his silky shaft, feeling the veins pulsing, the hot salty taste and heat and sheer thickness of his cock filling my mouth so completely.
I closed my eyes, lost in the moment, just enjoying having my mouth so totally filled up by Mike’s cock, and he seemed to be enjoying the sensation too. He groaned with pleasure, then gently held my head between his hands and began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, first softly but then with increasing force.
I was taken aback by this.
I realized that it was something that I would never have dreamed of doing to Cherry, back when I was in my own body! It seemed kind of demeaning: to use her like that, to roughly fuck her mouth with my cock, but now that I was on the other end of it, I could understand. It actually felt pretty good and horny to be Mike’s slutty little fuck toy, to have my mouth plundered by his big hard cock.
And also, I realized that if he held me there like that, then it left my hands free to do other things ...
First then strayed down to my breasts, an electric shiver running through me as my fingertips touched against my rock hard nipples, pressing at the stretchy fabric of my vest, yearning to be free. I tugged my vest down over my chest, freeing my small breasts, clad now only in my flimsy sports bra. I tugged the cups to the sides, freeing up my little titties, which felt so tender I gasped and moaned, as much as I was able with Mike’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Just then, some of my saliva, which had been flowing out of my mouth and running down my chin, actually began dripping off onto my chest, so I began to work this new wetness into the hard tender buds of my nipples, until they were throbbing and almost painful with hardness.
Next my fingers strayed downwards, first to my toned muscular thighs, then once more to that hot throbbing secret place between my legs.
I raised myself upwards a little, in order to slide my yoga pants down around my thighs, then dropped down once more onto my haunches, my legs spread wide apart, my pants stretched down around my knees, my fingers exploring first the toned smooth globes of my buttocks, then moving between my legs, touching first against the hot gooey gusset of my thong, which was totally wet through with the gluey wetness that seemed to be seeping out from deep within me. Even through my panties, I could feel the hard bean of my clit; almost like a little cock, it was so rock hard. I tugged the thong to one side and began finger-fucking myself, first slowly then with increasing quickness and force, almost matching the intensity of Mike’s work on my mouth. As I fingered my cunt with two fingers, trying to work my pussy, to get it as loose and ready for his cock as I could, another urge came over me. A little voice inside my new female body told me to play with my ass a little too.
Now once again, this was something I’d never ever considered doing back when I was a guy, but now I was here in Cherry’s smoking hot teenage body, I just knew it was going to feel amazing. Up until now I’d always been too scared to touch Cherry’s asshole, in case she freaked out or it was something she just didn’t like, but now I was actually here inside her body I realized that she definitely liked it, and had played with her own ass a number of times before.
So while I finger fucked myself with one hand, and Mike fucked my mouth, I tenderly touched the fingertips of my other hand to the tight puckered opening of my ass, pushing the strap of the thong to one side to slip a middle finger just a little way inside me. And when I did, I felt another hard electric shiver of happiness run through me.
Fuck, that felt good!
I groaned and whimpered, realizing now that what I yearned for most of allas a woman was for three guys, three guys with big thick meaty cocks, to fuck me in all my holes at once: in my pussy and ass and mouth, rough and hard and for as long as they could, turning me into their dirty little fuck toy slut.
I groaned again, feeling the pleasure beginning to build in my tummy, both from the physical sensations but also from how turned on I simultaneously was with this new revelation about me, about Cherry: I knew now, for definite, that her most secret sexual desire was to be fucked in all holes at once.
I felt the first flash of orgasm coarse through me, so much stronger than anything I’d known as a guy.
I moaned and whimpered, bracing myself for the full force of what was obviously coming next, but just then, instead, Mike stopped fucking my mouth, pulling his dick from my lips with a slick wet pop, the saliva spilling over my chin and onto my heaving breasts.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured, but he smiled and helped me to my feet, my legs feeling like jelly now.
“I’ve got a better idea, baby,” he said, picking me up with surprising ease, carrying me in his muscular arms, which were now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, over to the bed.
He dropped me onto it, then began tugging off his t-shirt and boxers, revealing his muscular physique. I felt my pussy throb as I took him in, so big and strong, so unlike my tender feminine frame. With shivers of anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest, I quickly tugged off my yoga pants from around my ankles, then my thong, then my vest and bra, finally leaving my lithe young body naked and trembling, spread out on the bed, waiting for my hunky lover to finally fuck me with his big hot cock …
I felt a quick pang of fear, knowing just how big it was and how tight my little pussy was, but this momentary hesitation was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer lust that was flowing all around my body. I spread my legs wide, my shaved pussy lips gooey and wet and swollen pink in anticipation, my clit so big and engorged it was visibly poking out from beneath its little hood of flesh. I could see my nipples too, so hard and puckered you almost couldn’t see the surrounding aureolas, just the long stiff buds of my nipples themselves, pointing out like fingers from my pert, trembling young b
reasts.
Mike jumped onto the bed and began crawling towards me on all fours, and it was only as he was right over me that I realized with another pang of worry that he wasn’t wearing a rubber.
“Wait,” I murmured breathily, “Shouldn’t we get some protection …”
“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured back. “It’s my body. It’s okay. I just had my period last week. I’ll be fine … I want you, baby. I want to feel every inch of that tight pussy. I don’t want to wear anything …”
“Okay,” I said, still a little concerned but pushing it out of my mind.
He reached down and played with my pussy a little, his fingers making a wet slopping sound as he worked my copious juices all around my hole. I felt some wetness running between my buttocks too, and I groaned and spread my legs wider, feeling like I almost couldn’t any more of this exquisite anticipation.
“Come on,” I groaned. “Just fuck me!”
And then, like that, he did — first pressing his thick hot cock head against the opening to my pussy and then tenderly sliding the first part of himself inside me.
I cried out at the sharp intense pain that flashed for a moment through me.
Fuck! It felt like he was about to split my pussy right in two!
“You okay?” he asked, concerned.
I whimpered and bit my lip then nodded, trying to hide the pain as much as I could.
He slid another half-inch inside me, filling me up so completely it took my breath away, my pussy’s throbbing now countering the dazzling pain with something else too; a deep, intense pleasure.
“Oh, that’s it, nice and slow, like that,” I murmured, knowing that if he just slid it in like that, very gently, then it would mostly just feel good.
And as he did so, I wished with all my trembling young body for a second cock to suck on too, to fill up my mouth just like Mike’s cock was filling my pussy. But then, as he tried to slide in another inch, I cried out, the pain once more overwhelming me.
“Want me to stop?” he asked, a little sadly, unable to hide his disappointment.
“No, I’ve got another idea,” I said, as he slipped himself back out of me, the first two inches of his dick now gooey and shiny with my pussy juice.
I got up onto all fours and turned around, presenting my ass to him. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was grinning.
“I think it might be easier this way,” I said, arching my back, sticking my ass high into the air, spreading my legs wide apart.
So he got up behind me as I buried my head in the pillows, and for a moment there was a tantalizing pause, and then, once again, I felt his hot cock head touching against the tight wet opening to my pussy. He pushed it inside me and this time, instead of pain, there was just an intense flash of pleasure. I shivered and bit my lip.
And just like that, I found that he was able to fuck me, sliding his cock gently in and out of my pussy, as long as he kept it slow and steady.
“Fuck, you’re so freaking tight,” he murmured.
“Play with my ass, baby,” I groaned in reply.
He didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers quickly moved between my buttocks, touching against that puckered little opening, and as he continued to tenderly fuck me, he also worked some of my pussy juice around the opening of my asshole, then slipped a finger a little way inside me.
I moaned, a long animal groan at the sheer intensity of pleasure I was feeling now.
I could feel my orgasm wasn’t long away and I wondered just how intense it might be when it hit. I’d already had a bit of a sneak preview …
As I felt my pussy clenching around his cock and my asshole tightening around Mike’s finger, I lifted one hand to my mouth, sucking on my own middle fingers, tasting my juices on them, both sweet and faintly salty, and with my other hand, I reached down and touched my two fingers lightly to my throbbing clit, only having to brush them over it before my orgasm hit, taking my breath away with it’s pulsing waves of pleasure that flashed all around my body, causing me to buck and tremble.
And then, before I could register what was happening, my brain flashed white and all of a sudden I was back in my male body again, my cock buried to the hilt in Cherry’s pussy, my middle finger deep in her clenching butthole, and the sheer heat and tightness of her spasming pussy caused me to bust a nut immediately, my cock spurting cum deep into her in a series of long hard jets.
She moaned and whimpered as I pumped her full, and when I was done, I fell down next to her, both our bodies slicked wet and shining with sweat, the last of our orgasms still trembling through us …
“Hey Mike! I’m so glad I finally caught you!”
It was so good to finally hear Cherry’s voice again. We’d only been away from each other for a few days at our separate colleges, but it felt like a year. Whenever I found myself missing her, I only had to remember that amazing night (and all the subsequent sex we’d had in our own bodies since!) and then I would tell myself that Christmas break would come round before we knew it.
I was settling in okay, my roommate seemed pretty cool, but man I wished she was here too …
“I’m so glad to hear your voice,” I replied. “How are you settling in?”
“Okay,” she said, “but listen … there’s something we need to talk about. Something serious.”
At these words, I felt my stomach tighten and coil with fear. It was the thing I’d been dreading for so long, and of course it was finally happening: Cherry had finally gone away to college and realized just how fucking amazing and beautiful she was, and decided to dump me!
“Baby, please …” I murmured, already preparing myself to plead with her to take me back, to do anything for her …
“No, Mike, it’s not what you think,” she interrupted.
“What then?” I asked confused. “What’s the matter?”
“Well,” she said, “the thing is … the thing is … I’m pregnant.”
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“Hey Cody, wanna come with me to this gay bar tomorrow night?” Gina asked me.
“I can think of nothing worse,” I replied.
I could picture the scene now: effeminate guys stumbling around to Kyle Minogue or Madonna or some shit. It wasn’t what I looked for in a Friday night.
I mean, don’t get me wrong - I’m a modern guy. I’m not homophobic or anything. I’ve got gay friends, and I’m totally fine with the idea of people exploring their sexuality and doing whatever makes them happy, but the idea of actually going to a gay bar. No way. Not for me …
“Please?” Gina insisted. “When was the last time we did something I wanted to do?”
I thought back: she had a point. Considering we were best friends, we’d always seemed to do the things I wanted. Since we’d met as freshers, I’d dragged her to baseball matches, laser tag, and countless sports bars. Often people would think we were boyfriend and girlfriend - which kind of sucked when it came to trying to score with other girls - but Gina was good fun to hang out with, and always had my back. And besides, once in a while, if we got drunk enough, we would get to fooling around, so I wasn’t totally without action, if you know what I mean.
“Please?!” Gina persisted. “And if it sucks, we can leave in like five minutes. But I’ve heard it’s supposed to be a a real blast.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“And I’ll pay for all our drinks. How about that?”
“All of them?” I queried.
“All of them,” she replied, her mouth curling into a cheeky smile.
“Well,” I said, wearily. “If you put it like that …”
The bar was on the other side of the city, in the gay village. I’d never really strayed into that part of the city before and as we got off the bus and headed through the streets, I pulled my jacket collar up and hunched my shoulders, feeling a little nervous in case any of my football buddies saw me.
“Don’t worr
y,” Gina said, digging me in the ribs when she noticed how I was acting. “If anyone asks what you’re doing, you have permission to say that I’m your girlfriend and you’ll be banging me at the end of the night. Okay, tough guy?”
“Thanks,” I said, again feeling glad that Gina was my friend. She was good fun. If only we could bang at the end of the night, I thought. The furthest we’d ever gone was the occasional hand-job …
“Okay, here it is,” Gina said, chirpily, busting me out of my thoughts.
I looked up at the bright purple sign: The Birdcage.
From inside we could hear the deep pulse of house music and, for some reason, I felt my heart quicken a little.
Okay, Cody, I told myself, just smile and pretend you’re having a good time and hopefully if you’re really lucky, you’ll get a BJ from Gina at the end of the night for your troubles …
And with that, we pushed open the doors and stepped into the bar …
The room was dark and crowded, and the music was actually pretty okay-sounding. Some kind of EDM and I found my head nodding along to it as I followed Gina to the bar. Occasionally a strobe would flash and I would get glimpses of the clientele: almost all guys, mostly pretty well-kept, some older than me, some around my age, and very occasionally I’d spot a girl.
Hell, Gina’s in here, I told myself. And she’s a straight single girl.
In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I started to wonder if perhaps a gay club might be the best place in the world to pick up chicks. No competition!
“What are you smiling about?” Gina asked, turning from the bar and handing me my beer.
“Never mind,” I said, taking a big swig. “Let’s dance.”
