by D. L. Savage
“Don’t worry, baby,” the black guy murmured in my ear just then, “we know it’s your first time, so we’ll take things nice and slow ...”
As he spoke, I finally caught sight of Chloe, who was being led into one of the curtained off rooms by a suave looking dark haired guy.
“Okay gentlemen,” I said, in a sexy, playful tone. “Lead the way …”
* * *
My heart was thudding in my ears as the two men led me, one on either side, towards another of the rooms that branched off from the main circular chamber. As I reached out and pulled back the curtain, I was surprised to see that it wasn’t empty. In fact, there were a whole bunch of people inside: guys and girls, lying together, some just talking or making out, but some were actually getting it on, right there in front of everyone.
I saw a sexy redhead who was fully naked, riding on top of a mostly still clothed guy, her large breasts bouncing as she moaned and sighed, while another girl lay on her side, making out with him and massaging his balls.
And on the other side of me, in one corner, I saw two girls down on their haunches, their dresses hitched up around their waists, playing with their pussies as they both shared some guy’s cock, passing it between them like a popsicle.
I could feel my own cock swelling in my panties, straining and aching from all the sexy sights and sounds that seemed to assault my senses at once, and my whole body tingled with pure chemical pleasure from the molly as the two guys led me to a dark empty corner of the room, which was like a soft, dimly lit cavern – the floors and walls made of plush purple cushion that sprang softly under foot.
As soon as we got there, the men moved in close, surrounding me, the black guy behind me, the white guy in front, as they began to explore my body with their big strong hands.
To my surprise, I didn’t resist; instead I gave in to it, savoring the delicious feeling of being desired, closing my eyes and letting out soft sighs of girly pleasure, as I felt lips touching against my neck, while strong masculine hands slid over my body, pushing my dress around my waist, before squeezing my butt and moving between my legs.
I moaned, as I felt fingers begin to stroke my cock through my panties, working it slowly and sensuously until I was fully hard, my bulge straining and aching against the tight cotton confines of my thong.
At some point, we shifted so that we were lying down, one of the guys on either side of me, and I felt spoilt for choice, not knowing which way to turn first, as they both paid me so much attention it was crazy, first pushing my dress high around my waist, then freeing my cock, the white guy stroking it while the black guy leant in to kiss me, his thick sensuous lips pressing hard against mine.
It was scary how right this all felt; there was no shred of the old Alex left now, no scared straight guy wondering what the hell he was doing. Instead I felt sexy and confident, moving almost outside my own control as I kissed the black guy back hard and passionately, while I let my own fingers start to wander, first running down the hard bulk of his torso, exploring his muscles through the expensive white fabric of his shirt, then letting my fingers move further down, until I’d actually begun to stroke the hot hardness of his cock through his suit pants.
I’d even begun to start fumbling open his belt, when a sensation I wasn’t expecting stopped me in my tracks. Because all of a sudden, I felt my cock enclosed in the warm delicious wetness of a mouth.
I pulled away from the kiss, looking down to see that the white guy had begun sucking greedily on my dick, working his lips up and down it, sending fresh shivers of pleasure through me, causing me to moan loudly, before turning back to the black guy, now desperate to do the exact same thing to him.
It was like an insatiable hunger had awoken inside me; because in that moment, I couldn’t think of anything hotter in the world than sucking on his big hard cock while someone else sucked on mine.
Luckily he must have been thinking the same thing, because he’d already pulled open his suit pants and pushed himself up to his feet. He positioned himself over me, one knee either side of my shoulders as he scooped his impressively huge black cock out of his boxer shorts and offered it to me.
I shivered with delight and anticipation as I set eyes on it: thick and slightly curved, the bulbous head already glistening with pre-cum and his big shaved balls hanging heavily beneath.
I took it in both hands, marveling at its size, then guided it towards my open mouth, while between my legs I could feel the lips of the white guy sliding up and down my own hard cock in a slow steady rhythm. At some point he must have tugged my thong to one side too, because as he sucked me, I felt his fingers start to tease my asshole, sending even more delicious shivers of pleasure through my skinny body.
But I tried to stay focused on the task at hand, as I finally took that big black cock deep into my mouth, deep as it would go, shivering with slutty delight as felt the velvety crown of his cock slide deliciously against my tongue. I wrapped my lips tight around it and began to suck, my mouth stretched so damn wide as I began to slowly work my lips up and down it. I jacked the shaft with one hand, while playing with his big full balls with the other, moaning around his throbbing, glistening meat as I felt a finger push deep into my ass, while the other guy’s tongue flicked up and down my shaft.
Again I renewed focus on the cock in my mouth, starting to suck and jack it faster now, wanting my hunky stranger to feel just as good as I did right now. And it turned me on even more to think that I didn’t even know their names – these two anonymous guys who were using my body for their own animal pleasure.
All of a sudden, the black guy took hold of my head and began to shift his hips, so that he was roughly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, and I moved my hands to his butt, taking hold of his taut buttocks, urging him on, as he fucked my face, the spit dripping from my lips and the corners of my mouth, while between my legs, I felt something else.
Because it turned out the white guy was no longer sucking me or playing with my ass, and instead I felt something hard and hot at the entrance to my butt. I let out a muffled moan and tried to relax my muscles, just as I felt the first thick inch of his hard hot cock slip slowly inside me.
Oh my god, the sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before! I felt totally used, totally filled, totally at the mercy of these two hunky strangers as they began to fuck my mouth and ass at the same time, while my own hard cock throbbed against my belly with each thrust of the white guy’s cock.
Before long he’d buried his cock deep inside my ass, so deep I could feel his balls slapping against my skin as he took me fast and rough, while the black guy continued to fuck my mouth. I was moaning and sighing uncontrollably by now, my limp body tingling with pleasure, unable to do anything more than simply lie there, lost in the moment, totally submissive, letting myself get thoroughly used by them, while my senses felt wrapped in the purest slutty bliss I’d ever known.
Just then, something brought me back to my senses. The black guy had started to move at a slower pace, and I felt his cock growing even harder, actually swelling in my mouth. He let out a low, deep moan, his huge body tensing and then a second later his cock starting to pulse, quickly flooding my mouth with hot creamy cum.
To my surprise and delight, it actually tasted pretty good, even kind of sweet. I’d heard that all guys tasted differently, and I guessed I’d must have got lucky, so I gulped it back eagerly, desperate for more.
By now I was in a state of horny delirium and it took me a few moments to realize that I could feel the distinct flutterings of an orgasm building inside me, too. I began to focus hard on it, while the other guy continued to take my ass, each fresh thrust of his dick seeming to intensify the pleasure inside me until all of a sudden I cried out, my own body beginning to shudder as I let go, feeling my cock begin to cum even though I wasn’t touching myself.
I almost couldn’t believe it was happening – was that possible? – but sure enough, I began to feel the hot cum spilling onto my
exposed belly, as my ass clamped hard around the cock in my ass, and before I’d even finished cumming, I heard the white guy let out a strangled cry and then his cock flooded my ass with yet more liquid heat.
Holy shit. I just wanted the moment to go on forever, but soon the guys had pulled themselves off me, and the three of us collapsed onto the plush velvet cushions, sweaty and spent.
“You were amazing,” the white guy said, leaning over me and planting a tender kiss on my lips.
“I hope we can do this again sometime, baby,” the black guy added, gently cupping my cheek. I felt him push something into my hand, as he added, “For your trouble.”
It wasn’t until they left me alone that I ventured to look at what it was. In the moment, I’d totally forgotten what Raquel had said about extra ‘rewards’ from the gentlemen. But as I gazed down at the fucking huge wad of crisp fifty dollar bills in my hand, my satisfied smile grew even bigger ...
Epilogue
The next morning, I woke late, my body aching as if I’d put it through a brand new exercise regime. I guess in a way I had. By the end of the night, I’d taken care of at least three other guys, maybe four – in the heady whirl of the moment, I’d sort of lost count. At one point, Chloe and I had shared a cock, too, making out around it, but when I recalled it all now, it felt like a crazy dream or a movie I’d seen somewhere. Had that slutty, sexy girl really been me?
I was still laying in bed, savoring the memories, when I heard my cellphone starting to ring and when I saw that it was Ellie Face-Timing me, I answered the call excitedly, eager to see what she and Drew had been up to so far on their travels.
A moment later the screen of my phone was filled with the video image of the two of them smiling and waving at me. But a second later, I watched confusion flash across their faces.
“Alex?” Ellie said hesitantly. “Is that ... you?”
I felt my stomach lurch, as I realized what had happened. In my exhausted state last night, I hadn’t even bothered to wash the makeup off. And when I looked down at my own video image in the corner of the screen, sure enough, I looked like a girl – albeit one who’d had a heavy night out. My eyeliner was running down my cheeks and my lipstick was smeared.
“Dude, is there something you should tell us?” Drew added with a wry grin.
But in that moment, the weirdest part was, I didn’t even care that they’d seen me like this. I knew they were good enough friends to support me in whatever I did, and I figured the best thing was to fess up. At least to some of what I’d been getting up to.
“What do you think?” I grinned, shooting them back a pout as I decided to style it out. “You like?”
“Actually?” Ellie replied. “You look pretty damn good! So how long has this been going on for?”
“Not long,” I said. “But yeah, I have a feeling this is the new me ...”
And as I spoke the words aloud, I knew they were true.
Because why the hell would I ever go back to being boring old Alex, after the fun I’d had as Alexa?
Transformation Vacation
1
Follow the dirt road and you’ll see the cabin on the left ...
As I drove down the winding road, shaded on either side by tall trees, I wondered if the instructions Elizabeth had given me were correct. Because I felt like I’d been driving forever, getting further and further away from the last scraps of civilization, and a part of me wanted to turn back, to give up this whole stupid trip as a bad idea.
But I kept on driving, reminding myself that that was part of the reason I was here in the first place. You see, in all my twenty three years, I’d never done anything alone. My life had been school, then college, and then, when my mom got sick, coming back home to care for her.
She’d passed just over a year ago, and at first all I’d felt was a kind of numbness, which I guess was my brain trying to process all the complicated, conflicting thoughts and feelings I had about our relationship, which had never been what you might call ‘easy’. Truth was, she was an exacting, controlling woman – always pushing me and deciding what was best for me, without ever letting me have a say in my own future.
But that was all in the past now.
And for the first time in my life, I felt free. Free to make my own mistakes, to actually live a little, to explore and adventure, and most of all, to find out who I really was.
So when my neighbor Elizabeth told me that her cousin owned a cabin in the woods, a cabin that I could go and stay in for a cheap vacation, I’d leapt at the chance. There was something so damn exciting about the idea of being out in the wilderness, all on my own, that really appealed to me. I’d never been allowed to go camping as a kid, and the thought of spending a week deep in the woods, with no people around, no wifi, nothing, really appealed.
All I’d brought were a few changes of clothes, a couple of books to read, and some food and other supplies.
But as I drove even deeper down the winding, shady dirt track, I began to wonder if maybe I’d made some kind of mistake or taken a wrong turn, and the doubts began to creep in.
What if the car suddenly broke down?
What if I got stranded here?
What if there were some weird locals, hidden in the shadows, watching my every move like in that movie Deliverance?
Thankfully just then I began to see something that looked like a cabin, emerging from around a bend in the track. And sure enough, as I drove closer, I felt the relief flood through me. Because just as Elizabeth had instructed, it was situated on the left hand side of the track, set in a little clearing in the trees.
I pulled the car into the clearing, cut the engine, then just sat there for a moment, listening to the stillness and silence as it enveloped me. Finally, I pushed open the door and got out of the car, stretching the aches from my back, then grabbing the small hold-all on the backseat and the couple of bags of groceries I’d picked up on the way, as I carried them over to the front porch of the cabin, setting them down, then tentatively trying the door handle.
It was locked, just like Elizabeth had said. She’d also told me where to find the key, and I made my way towards a large tree at the edge of the clearing with a wooden birdhouse nailed about four feet up its trunk, taking a breath and then slipping my hand gingerly inside, my head again filling with horror film images – a deadly spider or swarm of maggots inside – but seconds later my fingers touched cold hard metal, and I quickly pulled out the key, breathing a sigh of relief.
See? I told myself. Nothing to worry about. You need to stop thinking that every situation is going to turn out bad ...
Because I’d spent so much money in therapy over the last year, and knew that one of my problems was that I always lived in my head, doubting every action, to the point of never actually doing anything at all, forever paralyzed by inertia.
This week should be all about breaking down those boundaries – of finally getting out of my damn head and living for once
Key in hand, I made my way back towards the cabin, marveling at its construction as I approached it. It looked like something out of a picture book, made from huge planks of rough-hewn wood, which I guessed were taken from the huge trees that grew all around it. I stepped up onto the porch, hearing the dry wood creak beneath my feet, then fit the key into the lock, turning it with a satisfying click, then pushing open the door and stepping inside.
It was dark; all the curtains were pulled and I quickly set about opening them, the sunlight flooding in and illuminating the simple, rustic space of the living room, with its beaten up old couch, blackened wood burner and stove, and a simple rocking chair set up invitingly right next to the hearth. I could already imagine myself sitting there at night, reading a book as the fire crackled away, tired and relaxed after a day swimming in the nearby lake, and an excited smile tugged at my lips.
There were three doors leading off from the sides of the main room. The first led to a small bathroom, with a simple toilet and washbasin – I guess
ed I’d have to work out how to fill the water system, and that I probably shouldn’t expect hot water or any other of the luxuries I was used to.
The second door led to a simply furnished bedroom, with a single wrought iron cot, a bedside table and an oil lamp on it, a box of matches set next to it.
And the third door ...
Well, the third door seemed locked.
I tried the handle a couple of times, but it wouldn’t budge, and a closer inspection told me that sure enough, there seemed to be a keyhole set just a few inches below the handle. I tried the main key to the cabin but it didn’t fit, and after a few more frustrated twists of the handle I gave up, telling myself it must just be some store cupboard or something.
Instead of pursuing it further, I decided to go take a walk and explore the lake, which I knew was just a couple hundred feet south of the cabin ...
* * *
I followed the small dirt path that led off from the back of the cabin in what I hoped was the right direction, again marveling at the total stillness and isolation of this place. It was kind of crazy how remote and alone I was, and I found that if I thought too much about it, those silly, negative, horror movie thoughts would come creeping back in. So instead, I just focused on the idea that I had nothing to do, that for maybe the first time in my whole damn life, there wasn’t any pressure or expectation hanging over me.
No school. No exams. No job, even. I’d quit after I came into my inheritance. And no demanding, mean-spirited woman judging and controlling my every action either. I was finally free!
