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Jill's Magical Boobs - Part 3
🕑 Added 2020-12-08 06:20:35 +0000 UTCGoing on with the office, I tried, once again, to sneak into work. And once again, I cursed having to share an office with Cheri. She was waiting when I arrived, and from the look on her face, I knew I was in for a lot of teasing.
But Cheri let me stew for nearly an hour. I could tell she was enjoying the situation, and she had to know that I was practically dying of humiliation. "So what did Jill think?" she finally blurted.
I stiffened at my computer, then slowly and deliberately turned to her. "Can I have my equipment back?" I asked through clenched teeth.
Cheri laughed. "I'll think about it."
"Come on, Cheri, a joke is a joke. And this has gone too far."
Cheri's eyes widened at that statement, and then she got a twinkle in her eye, as if I'd challenged her. I swallowed hard, knowing that I'd just made a big mistake.
Not twenty minutes later, Cheri popped her head into the office.
"I'm heading up to the convention center for the trade show. You coming?"
I looked at the screen full of reports, decided quickly that I'd had enough, and nodded. In a well-practiced set of moves, I saved the file, started the shutdown, and grabbed my jacket. A gulp of warm coffee, a few seconds for the computer to shut down, and I killed the power and followed Cheri out of the office.
The silence between us was awkward; Cheri was dying to tease me more, and I was stubbornly refusing to say anything lest it give her an opening for another barb. I just stared out the window, never looking directly at her, pondering the weird situation.
Her hand on my knee snapped me back to reality. I spun my head, my mouth hanging agape.
Cheri glanced over at me, just enough to let me see her pretty smile. "You got a little curious, didn't you?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the road ahead as she drove with her left hand. Her right hand was still firmly fixed on my thigh.
I glanced down at her hand, then at Cheri. For several seconds, I couldn't talk. "Yes," I finally whispered.
Cheri moved her hand from my thigh back to the wheel. She quickly turned the car around; it took only a few seconds for me to recognize the new destination - her condo.
"We can't" I started to protest. Yet even as I spoke the words, curiosity was rising within me, and I felt the warmth returning to my insides.
Cheri stopped, glanced at me, then smiled. "Yes, we can. And you want to. Don't you." She waited a moment, and I nodded weakly. Cheri punched an access code into the gate, then drove into the lot.
My knees were wobbling as I walked up to her condo. Cheri was holding my hand firmly, tugging me as much as reassuring me, to calm my nerves and keep me from chickening out. She opened the door and pulled me inside.
I'd been set up. Even as she pulled me down and began to kiss me, I knew that she'd planned everything. A bottle of wine sat in an ice bucket, with two glasses nearby. The gas log in the fireplace was still lit, and the curtains were drawn so the atmosphere was dim and romantic.
Cheri broke the kiss and poured the wine. She guided me to the sofa, then handed me a glass, sliding moments later beside me with a glass in her own lovely hand. "To curiosity," she said with a grin as she lifted her glass to her lips.
Was it curiosity about the change? Or was it a repressed desire to have sex with Cheri? Did the wine dull my sensibilities? I don't know. All I know is that I felt light-headed, both from the growing excitement within my loins and the wine we'd drunk. Soon we were intertwined on the sofa, our lips meeting in a frenetic kiss, while my hands deftly removed her blouse and bra.
Her boobs. The lovely, luscious mammaries that had started the whole mess. And now they were inches from my lips. In the flickering firelight, they seemed to dance before my eyes. Like magnets, they drew my gaze, then my lips. With one hand, I cupped a breast as my lips tenderly kissed and licked her other nipple. Her nipples were stiff with excitement. Her hand clasped the back of my head, holding me firmly against her bosom as I continued my ministrations. And all the while, I felt my own excitement growing, that wonderful warm wetness spreading
within my own crotch.
My memories are vague; I don't remember how we got undressed. All I remember is feeling her hand probing into the hot pussy between my legs, pushing me closer and closer to that magical explosion of a woman's orgasm that I'd come to know. I wanted to experience it again. And suddenly, I was staring down between her boobs at a large, turgid penis, dancing and bobbing at Cheri's waist, demanding it's own satisfaction. I felt a stab of horror as I stared at the thing; Cheri intended to insert that thing into me! It seemed so wrong!
At the same time, I couldn't deny the overwhelming curiosity I felt, nor the craving for more of the sexual pleasure Cheri was giving me. She gently pushed me until I was on my back. Her knee pushed between my legs, easing them apart, then I felt her other knee as she knelt, naked, before me. Her boobs swayed majestically, still glimmering in the firelight, and my prick stood at attention on her groin. Slowly, she lowered herself over me, dangling her boobs, brushing my belly and chest as she continued to tantalize me. I felt her knees moving, pushing my legs further apart. Her hand continued to stroke my womanhood, and the mounting excitement rose higher and higher until my body convulsed with the neural explosion of my orgasm. Still, she touched me, bringing wave after wave of pleasure, distracting me from the strangeness of the situation.
And I watched. Slowly, Cheri moved forward, the large dick like a pointer toward my crotch. She rocked forward on her knees, lowering her body toward mine, moving it closer and closer. I stared, half in shock, half in awe, as the large organ moved nearer the hot pussy between my legs. Cheri's boobs dangled and swayed, forming a perfect tunnel through which I was watching as Cheri thrust herself closer to penetrating me. Me! I was about to be fucked! I was about to be on the receiving end of a dick! And for some strange reason, I really, really wanted it. I wanted to feel that large firm rod inside the cavity. My curiosity had me ready to explode. And then I felt it. Her manhood, firm and eager, pressing into the hot flesh between my legs. I knew I was wet and receptive, and she slid easily inside me.
The orgasm, which had died down a bit, returned with a vengeance. The sensation of her being _inside_ me, with the feeling of her body pressing against the outer parts, drove me back to the brink. I was gasping for breath and trembling with excitement.
She started slowly, sliding in and out with an ease that showed just how hot and wet I'd been. I should have been ashamed; instead, I rode yet another orgasmic aftershock as I felt her rod rhythmically pumping my sopping pussy. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper she drove her dick; I could feel her boobs bounce off my chest with her every thrust; I grabbed them to add to her pleasure. Still, she drove, piston-like, in and out, more and more, until I saw her eyes widen. One or two final thrusts and I felt her stiffen, and then I felt the pulsing as she contracted and shot a load of hot semen into me. Somehow, reflexively perhaps, my legs wrapped around her and pulled her tightly to my body, driving her as deep within me as I could manage. Still, her prick pulsed and she gasped for breath as the orgasm slowly subsided.
We lay on the sofa for a long time, our bodies intertwined, our lips locked in a furious kiss, and her softening member still embedded deep within me. Her every motion seemed to be a new sensory experience for me, and I was reluctant to let her pull out. My legs were locked, unwilling to let her up, betraying my subconscious desire to keep her inside me, to continue feeling that wonderful sensation Cheri had introduced me to. Finally, as Cheri moved ever so slightly, I felt the soft dick withdraw.
Cheri pressed her body up, looking down on me. She saw the pout on my face, and she grinned. She wiggled her hips and disengaged the vise-like grip of my legs, then she pushed herself up to her knees. Still smiling, she slid off the couch to the floor, and leaned back, supporting herself with one hand, her legs stretched out before her. She made a funny motion with her hand, and I saw the dick spring back to life, growing large and firm in seconds. "There are advantages to using magic," she said with a smile. "So go ahead - please me."
I needed no second invitation. I leaped from the couch and straddled her legs, rubbing my wet pussy on the large stiff love rod. I wondered, even as I felt the excitement building anew in my loins, whether it was larger; it seemed so. But I didn't care; all I wanted was to satisfy my newfound lust. Within moments, I brought myself to another orgasm, then I lifted my body and slowly lowered myself onto her rod. It was larger; I could feel it stretching my insides as I moaned softly with pleasure. With the pussy rippling with pulses of excitement, I began to pump, lifting myself up and down, sliding her rod in and out, faster and faster, massaging it with the hot wet vagina. I saw her eyes closing, and I knew, even as my body rocked with yet another orgasm, that I was bringing her great pleasure. It didn't take me too long to bring her off again, and I shuddered involuntarily as she shot another load inside me. The pulsing of her shaft sent tingles of delight through my muscles, and I felt my pussy milking her dick.
And still, she didn't soften. After I caught my breath, I began to move again, slower, more deliberately, feeling the excitement mount once more. I felt the burst coming again, and I slowed, moving more deliberately, more carefully, trying to heighten the excitement and postpone the explosion. Try as I might, though, I couldn't stop it; the orgasm overtook me once more in the most powerful sensory experience I'd had yet. Still, I kept on, pumping for all I was worth, sliding up and down, feeling the pussy contracting in rhythm to the waves of pleasure, all the while feeling Cheri's swollen member touching my insides as it got more rigid and excited. And then, as Cheri tilted her head back and moaned, she squirted yet another load inside me.
For nearly two hours we had a non-stop marathon of sex; Cheri's magic-enhanced member never flagging, and my own wet pussy staying horny, slippery, and all too eager to have Cheri thrust inside me. She did me doggy style; I was on top; she was on top; we were on our sides. Finally, Cheri said it was time to get back to work. My sore thigh muscles agreed, although I still wanted more. A wave of her hand, though, and our original parts were restored, ending a most pleasant experiment.
I had to tell Jill, of course. She was wondering why I was so tired and sore, and she seemed to be rather thoughtful after I explained the events of the day. I'd half expected that she'd be mad; instead, she smiled and said she hoped I'd had fun.
The following evening, I came home from work, and Jill was waiting for me. "Had a good day?" she asked as I walked in.
From her clingy dress, I expected that we'd have a nice cuddly evening.
I smiled. "Not bad. Nothing unusual happened today."
Jill's eyes twinkled at that. "Nothing?" There was something odd in her tone of voice. "Well, I made lasagna for dinner."
The smile broadened. "Good." I love lasagna. I gave her a big hug. All of this for me - and after she'd put in a full day of work, too. Then I saw something odd on the table. "Uh, are you expecting someone?" On the table were three place settings, and three glasses of wine.
The doorbell interrupted me. "I'll get that." She gave me a quick sly grin, then bounded to the door. I was left standing, curious. Something was up, and I wasn't sure I liked being left in the dark.
"Hi!" Jill sang sweetly as she opened the door. "Right on time."
My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw Cheri walk in. "Hi, Jill," Cheri said, just as pleasantly. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." Then she seemed to notice me, as if I were an afterthought. "Hi, Joe."
I was still surprised, but I managed to answer. "I didn't expect to see you so soon."
"Wouldn't miss lasagna," Cheri answered. She seemed to be in a very good mood. I was suddenly feeling very cautious.
Dinner went well, although the conversations were a bit dominated by Jill and Cheri. They talked a lot, and I just sat and ate, confused and careful. True, I'd told Jill all about Cheri and our little encounter. But I hadn't told Cheri that I'd told Jill. It was complicated. Jill and Cheri, though, talked like schoolgirls. They
prattled on and on, barely touching their food.
A few glasses of wine later, Cheri pushed away her plate. "I think I'm full of lasagna. How about that dessert now?"
Jill gave me a sideways glance, then smiled. "Sounds good to me."
Cheri glanced at me and then she waved her hands. I'd seen the gesture before, and I knew something was going to change. What, though, I had no idea.
Jill's eyes widened, and she glanced down into her lap. Her mouth dropped open in surprise. "Wow!" she finally said. "This is so...cool!"
Cheri glanced at me, and I knew what she'd done. I slowly moved my hand, confirming that my crotch was now empty. She'd switched Jill's and my equipment. Then Cheri scooted her chair back and stood, and I saw a bulge in her crotch. She and Jill now had dicks. "Jill thought it would be fair if she got to do what I did. And she invited me along for the fun."
I thought about Cheri, and how she'd made me feel; instantly, I started to get warm and wet. The wine speeded my acceptance. Cheri led me to the sofa, with Jill following. As they made a show of disrobing, I couldn't help rubbing myself. Their nude bodies were exquisite, and if I ignored the penises in their crotches, they both were very desirable. Only now, those organs were a perfect match for what I had. I unbuckled my pants and shinnied out of my clothes, eager to start the fun.
Jill was clumsy the first time; she had not used to the unfamiliar sensations, and she came quickly, and without getting me off. Cheri followed and took her time. I practically screamed as she brought me to an orgasm, followed quickly by her own.
As I beckoned to Jill, inviting her for another round, she grinned.
Then she pulled me to my feet and spun me until she was behind me. She bent me forward, and with her hands, spread my legs. Her large organ dangled between my legs, then she began to thrust her hips. The large engorged member began to slide against my pussy, sending tingles of excitement through my body.
With one hand, Jill reached around me and began to touch my groin, adding to the pleasure. And then, with one big push, she shoved her dick in me, all the while continuing to touch my hot lips.
My breath came in gasps, punctuated with moans of delight, as she drove me to an orgasm, all the while she was pumping in and out.
Cheri's hands grasped my head, and I turned quickly. My eyes had been mostly shut, to block any distractions from the magnificent sex Jill and I were having. What I saw when they opened, however, sent a chill through me. Cheri was guiding my head toward her crotch, toward the stiff member awaiting attention. I started to protest; this was more than I could take.
Getting fucked well, that was odd, but it was still man-woman.
But this - this was gay! I was a man, albeit a man with a pussy.
And there was no way I was going to suck any dick, even if it was on a woman. I struggled, fighting her hands, until I was staring up at her, my eyes pleading for her to stop this.
Cheri looked at me, and I saw understanding in her eyes. She knew. She released my head, and I started to lift up away from her crotch. Then she waved her hand.
I felt the world shift. One minute, I'd feared what she'd been doing. The next, I saw a huge waiting dick in front of me, and I wanted to suck on it. In my mind, I could recall my fears. Only now, they didn't seem to make any sense. After all, I wasn't really a man, was I? Not as long as I had a pussy between my legs. And if I wasn't a man, what was gay about sucking a dick?
Besides, it looked so inviting. I glanced up at Cheri again, and I saw her smile, then she nodded. Eagerly, I plunged my head down, my lips parting to encompass the huge dick. With fervor, my tongue caressed Cheri's organ, while I bobbed my head, massaging it with my lips. I knew Cheri had done something to make me want_ to do this; I really didn't care. All I wanted was to give her the best head she'd ever had. On and on I went, getting pumped and caressed by Jill while I bobbed on Cheri's dick, until the two exploded nearly simultaneously. I swallowed the warm salty cum, licking and sucking to ensure I got every drop.
When they were done, the girls backed away, and then switched places. Once more I found myself getting skewered by a huge dick while I sucked another one. And then Jill said to Cheri that it just didn't look quite right. Cheri agreed, and I felt a tugging on my chest. I knew what was happening; I was growing breasts again.
But I didn't care. I was too busy having sex to be distracted.
After they came again, they let me up. It was then that I saw how big the breasts I had were. They weren't just big - they were huge! Cheri and Jill both laughed; they said that since most guys like big boobs, Cheri gave me what I wanted. And the nipples were ultra-sensitive; I nearly came when they were kissed or licked.
It was a long, strange night. I don't think any of us got more than a quick catnap. They took turns with me, fucking, having me suck them, titty-fucking me. They even double-teamed me - one in front and one in the rear. My body was a mess, covered with jizz.
And I didn't care. I wanted more and more.
Finally, the morning broke. Cheri took me one last time, and then she waved her hands. The pendulous weights on my chest vanished, and a cock grew outward from my crotch. I saw Jill and Cheri regain their womanhood at the same time.
A kind of mental fog suddenly cleared. I'd spent the night sucking dicks. Now, it seemed wrong. But I wasn't angry. I knew that I'd been mostly women, and it was okay. Hell, I'd ever wanted to.
But now that I had my dick back, it wasn't appealing anymore. I didn't have any regrets about sucking Jill and Cheri, though.
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Julia Miller
Every man's dream, to have his own dick in his mouth! lol
