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As I have said before, this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Thanks for any and all feedback. Hope you enjoy!

Since I forgot this in the first part…

Disclaimer: all characters involved in sexual activities are 18+

Part 2

–Jake–

It seemed like the shortest sleep I’d ever had: the kind of sleep where you swore you just closed your eyes five minutes ago and the only way five hours had passed was because the world conspired against you and turned a little faster while you were out. The alarm was loud and annoying, but for the best (otherwise I never would have heard it). Out of habit, I swung my arm toward the right side of my bed, where I keep my alarm clock, only to realize, stupidly, that the blaring sound was coming from my left.

Shit. I was still trapped in Devlin’s body. This wasn’t my room or my alarm. My immediate reaction was disappointment. So much for an easy fix. I opened my eyes to find and shut off Devlin’s alarm.

Moments passed as I lay staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. I was trapped. I had no clue what I was going to do, or how I was going to survive another day putting up with his stuffy family. But it was Monday, so there was school, which was an even bigger problem. Devlin couldn’t be more different from me. I wouldn’t be able to keep up in his advanced classes. I wouldn’t be able to relate to his friends in the least. I had no idea who Devlin was: his personal life was a total mystery to me. What if he has some secret boyfriend? I thought. I’m going to freak if he does…shit, shit, shit. How could I be expected to deal with all this? What had I done to earn such a horrible fate? Why me?

A ringing from across the room pulled me out of the chaos going on in my head. Devlin’s phone was going off, buzzing angrily on his bureau where I had left the thing last night. I jumped out of bed to answer it. My name was on the screen so I hit the button to answer it.

“Yeah?”

“Jake,” Devlin breathed into the phone. Hearing my own voice on the other line would definitely take some serious getting used to.

“Devlin, you fucking liar.” I tried not to be too pissed with the kid, but I felt really defeated, upset that what he assured me of hadn’t happened.

“Jake, I’m really, really sorry. I’ll admit I have no idea what’s going on here.” He paused, then sighed.

“Yeah, tell me about it… Okay, well if this isn’t going to sort itself out anytime soon, we need a game plan, now.” I wanted this problem solved, of course, but if I was stuck in Devlin’s body I had to figure out how I was going to make it through the day. “I need to know how to survive a day in the life of Devlin Patterson. Honestly, I have no clue who your friends are, what classes you’re in, what you do in your spare time… Look, can we meet at Hannah’s Café before school starts. We really need to compare notes and make this work.”

“Um sure…do you have a car I can drive? I know you can use mine. My parents permit me to drive to school every day. Mine’s the grey Bonneville, third spot in the garage. You’ll find my keys hanging on a hook marked with my name in the kitchen.”

“Okay, yeah. You’ll have to ask my mom if you can take her VW, but she works from home and lets me take it pretty often, it shouldn’t be a big deal. Call me if she gives you any trouble, and don’t take too long. Meet me at Hannah’s in 15, okay dude?” I wasn’t too worried about him getting the car. I drive it to school four out of five days a week.

“Alright, I’ll see you there then. Make sure you bring all the books, binders, and notebooks you can find in my room,” Devlin said, sounding a bit too cheery for my liking.

“Sure thing, grab my stuff too.”

“Okay then, no problem,” he responded. I almost hung up then, but a thought hit me. “Wait, Devlin?”

“Yes Jake?”

“Try not to wear anything too gay.”

“Haha, no worries, you don’t even have a perceivable wardrobe. It’s work out gear all day every day from what I can gather.”

I chuckled. “Good, that works. See you soon.” I clicked off the phone while he was still saying his good bye.

Now, what the hell am I going to wear? I thought as I ripped open Devlin’s jean drawer.

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~Devlin~

Things had gone quite well on the phone with Jake. I had expected him to be spitting mad, or at least considerably more unreasonable than he proved to be. To tell the truth, I was beside myself with consternation. This wasn’t in the books, after all: every single odd happenstance any one of my various peculiar relatives had experienced had righted itself in a single day’s time. That I had awoken once again to find myself in the dark, slightly malodorous habitation of Jake Currant was alarming. Though a bit thrilled to be able to spend more time in this gorgeous body, I was even more frazzled worrying what would become of me in Jake’s body and of Jake in mine.

I had already casino şirketleri thrown on some athletic gear before I gave Jake a call, so after I was through talking to him, I exited his room, proceeded to his family’s bathroom, finished preparing for the day, and went downstairs.

Mrs. Currant was, once again, roosted comfortably on one of the tall kitchen chairs, intently sipping her steaming coffee. Her husband sat adjacent to her with a newspaper and a bowl of cereal. I stopped in the kitchen doorway to decide on my plan of attack: I would be brisk, quickly explain my situation, and make my request in a casual manner. I stepped into the kitchen.

“Hey Mom, Dad.”

“Morning, sweetie,” Jake’s mom said.

“Listen, I hate to be short, but I need to meet someone downtown before school starts. Could I take your car to school, Mom?”

“Sure hun, but who are you meeting so early?”

“Um…my friend…” This was unexpected. I needed to think fast. “My friend…Christina Roslindale. You know her, right Dad?”

“Yup. All clear, Rose, dear. Let the kid be on his way, he sounds like he’s in a hurry.”

“Oh alright. Just be sure you get some breakfast in you, Jake. Oh and my keys are in the ignition.”

“Thanks so much, Mom. Love you guys.” Mission accomplished. I exited the kitchen to the garage — I had thoroughly explored the house yesterday so I wouldn’t be caught off guard not knowing my way around again — and made my way over to Mrs. Currant’s red VW. My interactions with Jake’s parents had been going off without a hitch most recently; I figured I was reasonably accustomed to mimicking Jake’s demeanor, and as such I was feeling fairly confident as I plopped myself down in the driver’s seat. I started the car, quickly found the garage door operator, and shifted into reverse. The growing rectangle of light that inundated the garage filled me with the hope that things couldn’t be quite as bad as they had the potentiality to be. I backed out into the clear air and glaring sun of the January morning, positively beaming.

***

The door to the tiny, light-filled café gave a pleasant ting as I opened it and stepped inside. Instantly wrapped in the warmth of the cozy room and the smell of cinnamon, I felt my face flush. It was freezing out, and having parked my borrowed car on the street — the café was wildly popular, a local favorite, and its parking lot was, as expected, completely filled — I had to walk about a minute in the bitterness of the bright morning. Despite the crowd, the wave of heat and symphony of beguiling scents was intoxicatingly inviting.

I scanned the room for Jake before realizing, not a second later, I should be searching for myself. The idea seemed silly and I chuckled lightly to myself, the sound rumbling deeply in my chest. Why my own laughter couldn’t sound so masculine and sexy I have no idea. After another sweep of the café and its patrons I saw myself sitting in the corner at a table for two. Just then Jake looked up and spotted me as well. Our eyes locked.

There was something about the moment that was striking, as if I hadn’t taken the situation seriously until just then when I saw my own green eyes pierce me from across the room. Jake wore a look I was certain never graced my visage. He looked callous and cockier than I ever would. After a few breathless seconds he motioned to me. I moved towards the table to join him.

For whatever reason, I hadn’t noticed that there were several bagels sitting on the small table, some with egg mashed between them, others sitting next to small tubs of cream cheese. They were accompanied by two tall cups of what I guessed was coffee. I reached the table, pulled out my seat, tossed Jake’s bookbag on the floor, and shucked my heavy jacket. After carefully draping the coat over the seat, I sat down.

“Hungry, are we?” I asked quizzically. Eying him, I noticed he looked like he hadn’t put any thought into his attire and had dressed himself haphazardly. He looked messy and it was unsettling to see myself presented in such an unsatisfactory fashion.

“Yeah, like your tiny body could even handle half this food. No. Most of this is for you, dipshit. You’re going to have basketball practice after school, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day. So dig in, and make it fast.” He shoved two of the plates my way. The elated mood-bubble I’d formed on the drive over popped.

I was flabbergasted, mostly because I don’t eat much, ever, due to my more sensitive affinities for specific foods. This wasn’t my body, though, and I had noticed that yesterday I was practically starving only eating three small meals. I picked up the bagel breakfast sandwich and started eating.

He started spreading cream cheese on one of the sesame bagels he’d purchased. “So, Devlin, I figure we only have about half an hour before we have to book it to school. While you eat, I’ll give you the low-down.” I issued a casino firmaları muffled affirmative as I all but choked on the huge sandwich I was attempting to swallow whole. He continued, unabated, “As you probably know, I’m a big athlete at school, so you have to try your hardest to not suck ass today at practice. My body will be doing most of the work for you, I’m sure, but it would help if you at least knew how to play basketball. Please tell me you do.”

I forced down another bite, cleared my pallet, and responded. “I mean, I played it in gym, and I’ve watched a couple games, so I know the rules. It can’t be that difficult.”

“Yeah, we’ll see. I’m praying muscle memory will save your ass. If this goes on for more than a day, I’m going to have to train you. Okay…other things you should know…right, classes. Can you grab my planner, I’ll show you where I keep my schedule and locker number and stuff.” I grabbed his bag from the floor, retrieved what he requested and slid the planner across the table. Then I was back to shoving food down my throat.

“Okay, here you go,” he said after flipping open the small book and presenting me with it. “My classes won’t be too hard for you, obviously, just don’t participate too much or my teacher’s will probably shit themselves. Also if you wanna fall asleep in some of them that’s totally on par with my usual performance.” He paused for a bit and let me finish up the first sandwich.

“Right, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” I said after swigging some barely palatable coffee — I preferred tea, but would just deal with it. “As for my classes,” I began, “You’ll find a copy of my schedule in the front of all my binders. Today I should have study block, thank God, so your day shouldn’t be too insufferable. As for participation, you really shouldn’t. There’s no way you’ll have a clue what’s going on, and anything you should say would prove inexpressibly…disastrous I’m sure. So just stay quiet unless called on, in which case just say you forgot to do your homework or something.” I was beginning to worry. Having Jake attend class in my stead was going to be unavoidably horrible, but I had already figured as much, so I pressed on. “My locker information is on the fifth page in my planner. And after school I have jazz band, but you can just skip it and I’ll smooth that over later.”

I sighed. This was not going to be a good day, for either of us. Jake was staring at me with my own piercing green eyes and I couldn’t take it. I looked down, to avert his gaze, and reached for my coffee.

“Devlin, this really sucks, and it’s super awk.”

“Yeah, I know, but there’s nothing I…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, I need to know something else.”

“Okay,” I said, hesitating slightly.

“You don’t…well, you know…have a…” He paused longer.

“Have a what, Jake?” I was confused.

“You know…a boyfriend, or something like that, significant other, whatever you call it. Please tell me you don’t have one.”

I flushed, though I’m sure I didn’t blush as much as I would have, had I possessed my own physiognomies. I shook it off and set my jaw. “No, Jake. You don’t have to worry about that. Apparently, I’m completely undesirable, so no worries,” I snarked at him.

Jake froze for a second. Then for reasons beyond me, I saw the very blush I tend to hate wash across his/my face. “Oh right…okay. Well, anyway, I guess this’ll be just as awkward for you, but I’m sort of seeing this girl Julie.”

“Right, Julie Atherton, I know, Jake. The whole school knows.” My mood had soured entirely.

“Okay, well…you should, um, finish up. We should get going.”

Something had switched — Jake grew suddenly demure in demeanor, and I was incensed and direct. At that moment, I’m sure no one would have suspected our unique circumstance, except for the fact that Jake and I were never seen together in a casual social setting.

“Yeah. We’ll still be on time if we hurry.” I got up and gathered Jake’s things, donning his coat, tossing his bag over one shoulder.

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–Jake–

Devlin couldn’t have been more spot on with what he said about class. I really had no idea what was going on. The kid had a full course load of AP’s and all of it was way over my head. Personally, I didn’t take the easiest classes possible like a lot of my friends did, just for the smooth ride through high school, but I just really couldn’t keep up, especially since this was January, and all the AP nerds were prepping for their fast approaching exams. I just hoped the nightmare would end sooner rather than later.

Other than the train wreck that was first period Calculus, I found a day in the life of Devlin Patterson to be pretty interesting. To my surprise, the kid had a lot of friends. During my study block period I was swamped with nerds looking to compare notes. I spent most of the time in the library, after several of his closer friends swept güvenilir casino into my classroom and begged me to sign out and join them there. I was embarrassed. I only knew one of their names.

So we went and sat in the library and while I wasn’t busy pretending to regret not doing any of my homework for all of Devlin’s AP classes when asked by his classmates for help, I found myself listening in on some pretty intriguing conversation. Apparently Devlin’s two closest male friends were also gay.

“So this weekend was fun…went out…got railed.” They’d just finished discussing some school gossip with Kathy, the school’s notorious fag hag, who was apparently closest with this group, when Devlin’s friend blurted this out. He looked like he had the winning hand in poker, so smug.

“Oh my glob, Jared! You are such a slut!” Kathy screeched, way too loud for the library. “This is literally the third weekend in the row you’ve gone out and had anonymous buttsex!”

Jared, I thought. So that’s this guy’s name. He was of average height and build, maybe a bit on the slender side. His hair and attire, however, were really far from average, and he had this chic, goth meets hipster look.

Luke, Devlin’s other friend, a bit of a taller and bulkier guy, who I vaguely knew from a former class we’d had together, just sat there giggling.

“Hey, I figure there’s no use in waiting till college. Everyone wants a little experience before then anyway, am I right?” Jared defended himself.

He’s got a point, I said to myself, yet I was feeling really awkward. Honestly, I was curious about Jared sexploits, but I was totally unsure how to interact with his friends. So I just kept staring down at my books, figuring Devlin used his study periods to get ahead on work, and while I was pretty sure they bought it, I couldn’t help listening in…

“Anyway, this guy was huge, a real meathead. It was amazing. He was so ripped! He was so ripped I didn’t have to do any of the work!” Jared continued.

“Ugh, I need details!” Kathy seemed a bit too excited. I laughed to myself…

“Yeah what was it like? Did he fuck you?”

Shit. I couldn’t help myself. I blurted it out, and all three of them turned to me, shocked.

“What…you guys are talking sex, how can you expect me to focus on this shit!?” I knew I was the absolute worst at imitating Devlin’s speech or mannerisms. I needed coaching. These guys looked at me as if I had three heads.

“Dev, look, you know I strictly bottom, why would you even bother asking that?” Jared was frustrated, but the mood passed quickly and he was once again bubbly and bragging. “But yeah, haha, he fucked the shit out of me! He did this thing, this amazing thing where he just lifted me up and slammed me down on his cock. He was that strong! It was like nothing for him! I won’t be forgetting this guy for, well, at least a few days, haha!”

“Yeah, or walking straight for that matter!” cracked Luke. Kathy and Luke laughed and I couldn’t help giggling a bit myself.

These guys are fun. I was enjoying myself, and I was surprised by it. It’s so easy, just not worrying and being open with other gay guys, I thought to myself. Maybe I wasn’t so different from these guys. After all, we all lusted after the same sex.

***

The day moved along quickly after that, and even though there were a few homework checks and awkward moments that followed me telling Devlin’s teachers I hadn’t done a single page of work, I mostly brushed it off. I’d been there and done that, and besides the teachers seemed to excuse me, rather Devlin, seeing as he had a perfect record so far. Lucky asshole.

When it came time for lunch I was happy to find Kathy, Luke, and Jared heading towards me at my locker. Thankful I had the same lunch period as these guys and confident I could get along with them, even if I wasn’t making any attempt at acting like Devlin with a stick up my ass and a conversational vocabulary spanning half of Webster’s, I headed down to the cafeteria mostly at ease.

Let’s just say, lunch was hell.

I had just sat down with my school lunch, which Kathy raised her eyebrow at and Luke outright questioned, when I was startled by some pretty ridiculous commotion coming from the general area I usually sat in with my jock friends and our girlfriends. Shit.

“Looks like one of our favorite jocks is having some lady trouble. Here’s hoping he just came out!” sang Jared. He was right. I saw myself from across the crowded lunchroom. My girlfriend Julie was up in arms.

“Oh I so call dibs on his sweet ass if that’s the case,” said Luke.

I shot him a glance and blushed at that, but quickly turned back to the action. Just in time too, as there was a slamming sound from across the room. Shit! Julie just threw her milk on the ground! Things are getting intense! I realized most of our neighbors on this side of the caf were rubbernecking at the action. I thought it was funny. Was this how everyone else reacted to any kind of jock/cheerleader drama?

Then I realized this was my life I was looking in on, and from the looks of it, things were pretty quickly going to shit.

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Dear Readers,

Thank you for choosing my story. I really hope that you enjoy it and that it brings you a lot of pleasure. When I write my stories, I always like to include the last paragraph from the previous chapter. This is to refresh your memories. Please send me comments about what you think of this story. Hope you enjoy it. Now chapter 2 of Chris’s journey…

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Chris slowly reaches down and pulls down her panties and lounge pants to just past her knees. She then lets her hand find its way down to her sweet dripping love center. She slowly parts her sweet lips and instinctively begins to rub her throbbing love button. Shocks run up and down her spine; she loves it. Once she is comfortable she decides to rub a little harder until she is rubbing it like a lucky rabbit’s foot. She can feel her body tense up as her first-self induced orgasm approaches. She continues to rub her sweet, sensitive clit as she inserts one finger into her soaking wet, tight love tunnel. As she slowly lets it go as deep as she can get it, she feels sweet release approaching. She bites her bottom lip as great waves of pleasure over take her body. She feels her tight pussy pulsate around her finger as she floods the sheets below her with her warm nectar. After she comes down from her high, she pulls her panties back up and leaves the lounge pants off. Her eyes close slowly as she returns to her land of sweet dreams; a big smile now on her face.

After a great nights rest Chris woke up to the morning sun pouring in through the blinds of the residence hall room. She smiled as she could still feel the dampness below her from her first self-satisfaction session from the night before. She looks over at Lisa’s bed and sees that Liz is still sharing it with her. This brings a sweet smile to Chris’s face. Chris then gets out of bed to get ready to go to her next college visit.

Liz and Lisa walk Chris over to the student center to meet her parents. They wish Chris good luck on the rest of her high school career and each gives her a hug. But these are no ordinary hugs; both girls seem to linger a little with Chris. Chris feels that their nipples are like little pencil erasers against her body. At first this feels weird, but then she realizes that it is quite enjoyable. Chris follows her parents to the car and off they go south to Illinois and their first of two college visits in the Land of Lincoln.

Chris looks out her window as her father drives south and sees all the beautiful trees and landscape. Her parents are deep into a conversation and this allows Chris’s mind to wander. She starts to think back to her adventures the previous evening and it makes her giggle a little; as a new, but familiar sensation begins to start throughout her body. As the trees and road markers continue to wiz by, she feels an ever-increasing casino siteleri need to have a second round of self-induced pleasure; but her parents are right there in front of her in the front seat. She thinks hard and then remembers the blanket that is in the trunk. She decides that would hide things well for her. She asks her dad if he can stop at the next exit, so that she can get the blanket because she is cold. Her dad obliges and pulls off the toll way.

Once they are back no the road, Chris wraps the blanket around herself and lets her mind wander to last night and the hugs she got from the girls before they left. She slowly reaches down and undoes the button and zipper on her jeans. She then leads her hand on a sweet trail to paradise. She begins to rub her love center through her now soaked panties. She has to lightly bite down on her lip to prevent any sounds of pleasure coming from them. She slowly pulls her drenched panties aside and finds her throbbing love button. She rubs it up and down, side to side. Electric shocks of pleasure begin to travel through her body and this brings that usual smile to her face. She rubs harder now feeling the heat pouring out of her dripping love tunnel. She can feel her second orgasm in 24 hours approaching quick. She rubs her sensitive clit in circles as her whole body tenses up. Sweet release is upon her as her pussie pulsates with satisfaction. She then drifts off to a sweet nap and visions of what lies ahead.

They arrive at the college at about 9:30 and find their way to the admissions building. They go on the usual tour of campus and have all of their questions answered. During the tour they go by the athletic center and see the state of the art facilities there; including the women’s locker room. As they enter Chris sees young college women in all different levels of undress; women in towels, only in bras and panties, girls who are completely nude and some just beginning to undress. All of this female skin excites Chris as she feels a now familiar dampness between her legs. They finish the tour and they go to the cafeteria for lunch.

Chris’s mind begins to wander once again during the mid-day meal. She realizes that seeing and thinking about other women really turns her on. She does not understand why this keeps happening, but it does. Even at that moment she feels good all over looking at her peers in the cafeteria. They all finish their meal and then go and meet with professors and the cheerleading coach.

The coach takes Chris and her parents out to dinner in town and three current cheerleaders accompany them for the meal. There is Jessi who is a very attractive brunette with curves in all the right places. Then there is Mary, a petite blonde who looks like a little school girl and lastly there is Kim, a sultry red head with proportions slot oyna very similar to Chris’s. During the meal Chris seats between Jessi and Kim and notices just how attractive they are. She also recognizes how her body responds again to all of this female beauty around her. At one point, little Mary excuses herself from the table as do the other girls to the washroom. Chris follows them a few minutes later.

Chris enters the bathroom to a strange sound, it sounds like kissing. This intrigues her and she decides to investigate. As she walks down to the last stall she sees something that drives her crazy with excitement; the three girls are enjoying each others company. Jessi and Kim are kissing each other as little Mary has her sweet mouth clamped onto Kim’s love nest. The girls look up and see Chris in their presence and ask if she would like to join them. Chris is a little hesitant since she has never done anything like this before, so she says that she will enjoy the view. After Chris locks the bathroom door the girls bring their show out of the stall where they have more room.

Chris then watches as Mary returns to her feast on young Kim. She Jessi’s hand as it finds its way under her skirt and she begins to rub herself like a lucky penny. This image before Chris’s eyes is too much to handle and she decides to join the girls. She sits down on the floor near them; she then discards her jeans and dripping wet panties. Just then Kim and Jessi break their kiss and Kim begins to moan with pleasure as sweet Mary is doing a number on her sweet pussie. Chris watches as Mary continues to bring Jessi closer and closer to sweet release. Suddenly Mary backs away from Jessi and she removes her jeans and wet panties. The two girls then proceed to get into a 69 position and each brings pleasure to the other.

In the mean time Chris has started bringing herself to the heights of pleasure with two fingers buried deep inside of herself and a thumb that is rubbing away at her engorged love button. She slides her two thick fingers in and out of her sweet love tunnel at an ever-increasing speed. While she is getting closer and closer to being in the throws of her third orgasm in a day, Jessi has gone into her purse and pulls out an 8-inch vibrator. Chris watches as Jessi turns the toy on and it begins to make a sweet, soft rumble. Jessi then rubs it up and down the whole length of her dripping love center as moans begin to leave her lips. This image intrigues Chris and brings her over the edge, her whole body tenses and sweet release is finally hers. She falls back on the floor and soaks in the glow of her accomplishment. She looks over at Kim and Mary as they both simultaneously reach their pleasure point together. Their sweet moans are now music to Chris’s ears. They both collapse from their love making. Suddenly, Chris canlı casino siteleri feels a cooling sensation between her legs; she looks up to see Jessi has come closer to her and she brought her toy along. Jessi smiles down at Chris and asks if she would like to try the pleasure stick. Chris having never used one before says that she would like to, but she is afraid that it will hurt a lot. Jessi says there is a first time for everything and promises to be gentle. Chris smiles back and says that she is willing to try as the need for release returns to her.

Jessi opens up Chris’s sweet lips and begins to rub the vibrator up and down her dripping slit. After a minute or two she turns the vibrator on low, this make Chris jump a little, but also makes her eyes roll back into her head as the sweet vibrations of the toy overtake her body. She has never felt this good before in her life as her sensitive, throbbing clit calls out for more. She tells Jessi to turn it up higher and she does as Chris wishes. Electric shocks of pleasure soar through her body as Jessi begins to slowly insert the toy into Chris’s dripping love entrance. Jessi goes nice and slow as not wanting to hurt Chris. Jessi is surprised that she feels no resistance from Chris as she dives the toy deeper and deeper into Chris’s womanhood. Just as Jessi gets it as deep as she can without hurting Chris, a new sensation comes to her.

Kim and Mary are now sitting on each side of Chris and they pull up her top revealing her silk-covered 40-Ds. They pull the entrapment aside and each takes a sensitive, throbbing, hard nipple into their mouths. This is a whole new sensation to Chris and she loves it. Jessi slowly begins to slide the vibrating toy in and out of Chris as those now familiar electric shocks return to Chris’s body. She feels that she can not take anymore pleasure from these three beauties, but she is wrong. Jessi slowly lowers her face to Chris’s throbbing love button and softly begins to lick it in circles. Chris is now crying out in pleasure as she feels sensations that she has never felt before.

The three cheerleaders are bringing Chris to new highs as they are all now bringing pleasure to themselves. Each girl has two to three fingers buried deep inside of themselves as they continue their assault on young Chris. Chris now feels herself reaching that wonderful moment of sweet satisfaction. Her body tenses up as she wraps her legs around Jessi and begins to shake with release.

She screams out “Yes!!! Yes!!! Ohhhhhh… Yes!!!” A feeling of release starts at her head and makes waves of pleasure travel down to where sweet Jessi lies. Chris pours her sweet nectar all over Jessi’s face and her toy of pleasure. The three girls then release their hold on Chris and they release their love all over the bathroom floor. After a few minutes to recover, they all sit back up and smile at one another. They each get dressed and clean up the site of their love making. They then return to the dinner table and each enjoys the other meal of the evening.

To be continued…

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This is for my friend Jessica, and her honesty about her taboo fantasy. Also, a special thanks to Julie for editing this story for me.

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He stepped out of the shower, water still running off his chiseled young body. As he reached for his towel he caught his reflection in the mirror above the sink on the other side of the bathroom; he liked what he saw. It was a reflection of good breeding with enviable genetics combined with eighteen years of athletic training. He was tall at 6’4″ and weighed in at 225 fit and sculpted pounds. His shoulders were broad and well developed as were all of his muscles. He needed not to tense his stomach to see the cuts that defined his abdominals. He pumped his arms in rapid and intense strokes to make the veins in his biceps pop out. He had dark, fine hair that he wore similar to Joey on Friends, and large blue eyes.

He took the towel and began to dry off his body. When he got to his genitals, they began to stir. His cock, which had hung flaccid down the better part of his thigh, now began to swell and rise. His ping-pong ball sized testicles, which typically hung low in their sack about half as far as his cock, began to tighten and rise towards his body.

As it reached it’s full measure of just over ten inches in length and about seven inches in circumference, similar to his biceps, a large vein protruded atop the organ which spanned from his pelvis to just before the tip. Five slightly smaller subsidiary veins branched off and down the sides of it, disappearing back inside the penis’s dorsal side. Of all the physical gifts that God and Darwin had conspired to bless him with, of which there were many, his proud and mighty cock was likely the greatest.

His meat was straining inside the skin that covered it and screamed for release. It had been a week since his last lay and his biological imperative was beginning to revolt. He told himself: “Just a few more hours my friend, just a few more hours.” To most people one week might not sound so bad, but to Bret Atwater, it seemed like an eternity.

Bret lived in the Township of Eastborough, Kansas (population 2000) which was completely surrounded by the city of Wichita, Kansas (population 360,000). He lived in an old money, for lack of a better definition, mansion with is mother Jillian and his father, well technically his stepfather, Ben. Bret’s actual father had died before he was born and Jillian had married Ben before Bret could walk. Ben raised Bret as his own and despite the pair of half sisters that he produced with Jillian in the earliest years of their marriage, it was obvious that Bret was his favorite.

Bret got better than average grades growing up, but at a young age, it was clear that his true talents were in athletics. First with T-Ball, then soccer next was baseball, then wrestling, soon he found track and field, but it was in middle school that he found his one, true passion, football. Once he hit his teenage years, he began to focus and hone his athletic pursuits towards the gridiron.

In the fall, he played football, middle linebacker, a position that he started at on varsity from the first time that he stepped onto the field. When the season ended, he competed in Power Lifting, and then came wrestling and finally Track and field. He typically placed in all of the events or given state honors. He even played for the local Rugby Club during the summers to stay active.

He spent his first two years of high school attending a privileged, private school where he was the biggest and brightest star on campus, a constant source of school pride, and female adoration. He took advantage of his status from day one learning the art of sex with all the girls he could get his hands on. Pretty or ugly, fat or thin, popular or outcast, first year through forth, student or faculty, any race or culture, he went after them all.

His favorite of all though were the moms. The first was the mother of friend and she was amazing, patient and sex-crazed at the same time. Among his other exploits there, he had a handful of MILF’s before his junior year.

At that time, Bret and Ben both felt that many major college football programs were overlooking Bret, crediting his inflated stats to being a big fish in a small pond. They decided to enroll him in the biggest city school, on a team with an already established middle linebacker. There, as in every other venue, he triumphed, both athletically and sexually.

Soon he was more prolific than ever before, girls, their moms, friend’s moms, teachers, teacher’s wives. More and more now the husbands began wanting to watch and this is how Bret became familiar with the Slutwife-Cuck-n’ Bull lifestyle. He began to read hookups like apposing offenses. He could recognize which wives wanted to be degraded, which ones liked it rough. He could tell which husbands just wanted to see their wife get a good fucking and which ones needed to be humiliated.

The one, non-genetic, advantage that he had over the others was his age. casino oyna He was born in the grey area where he could have gone to Kindergarten and been on the younger side of his class, or he could have waited a year and been on the older side. Jillian elected to keep him to herself one more year. Now that made him eighteen years old during the summer before his senior year. As soon as he was 100% legal, he joined one of those adult finder sites that exist to help people who wanted sex to be able to meet up. He posted a profile to spread his territory beyond the limits of his school. Bret still intended to pursue the co-eds, but only half the student body had a pussy, but all of them came from one, and he was going to experience all of them that he could.

Despite all of this, he was still suffering from a five-day drought, the reason for this, football. Fall had well arrived now, and the high school football season was coming to a close. Bret was having his best season yet and this week he went up against one of the highest rated offenses in the nation, much less the state. Recruiters from nearly all of the major college football programs, from coast to coast and border to border came to witness the irresistible force meet the immovable object. For five days, he tuned out his teachers in class, drawing plays in the margins of his textbooks. For five afternoons, he pushed himself harder than ever in practice, and for five nights, he laid awake in bed running through every possible scenario in his mind.

Friday night arrived and soon enough all of the hype and speculation finally ended when Bret lead the defense and the team to a seventeen to nothing shutout. Bret had his personal best performance including a first quarter goal line stand where he made a third down tackle with his feet in the end zone followed by a fourth down interception that he ran 100 plus yards the other direction for a touchdown.

After the game, he caught a quick shower and was taken all over town from one hotel room to another by his parents where they all met with coaches from all over the entire country. Bret’s career stats combined with that night’s stellar performance would have sold him on their own merit, but Ben’s salesmanship skills were in overdrive and had the coaches playing catch-up the entire time. Added to all that was Jillian’s abundance of charm and physical beauty; those coaches were putty in her hands.

Dozens of times throughout the night Bret could not help but notice that all of the recruiters were obviously imagining what it would be like to fuck his mother, a fact that would sour them to most people, but not Bret. For one thing, Bret knew that she was hot without the observed or stated perceptions of others, and two, he had been told at one time or another by all of his guy friends and more than one girl, about how badly they wanted to fuck his mother. His response was typically “That’s okay, I already fucked yours.” More often than not, it was true, and in those cases, more often than not, they knew it. Bret, Ben and Jillian pulled into their driveway as the sun began to peak over the distant horizon, all of them knew that Bret had his choice of any program in the country.

That had been Friday, it was now Saturday afternoon, and Bret was up, showered and began to walk out the aches and pains that he felt every morning after a game. He soon felt better and fired up the PC in his bedroom and wasted precious little time logging in to see about his possible conquest for the night.

The profile name that he had chosen for the adult finder website was “10inch Nick”. 10 inches referring to his cock and Nick from his middle name Nicolas. There was a girl on the yearbook staff that he was fucking who agreed to take pictures of him nude, some aroused, some not, in her bedroom, with his head out of the picture. Next they took close up shots of his cock next to a beer can to show its relative girth and next to a ruler to show its length. In the field where he was to describe his interests, he entered “Young, HUNG, and full of cum. I pack some serious meat and am willing to fuck single, attached, or married women, with or without their husband there.”

From day one, his in-box was filled with messages that so-and-so has sent you a message and wants to meet you. He received “let’s meet up” and “we can travel” messages from all over the state and before too long all the adjacent states. It seemed that the entire Midwest wanted Bret to fuck them or their wife and Bret quickly set out trying to accommodate them.

For the last few weeks, he was contacted by, and trading messages with a couple that went by “Eve & Ken in Wichita”. They were an early forties couple that had blown their load over his profile. The wife had been fingering herself to his pictures ever since she had laid eyes on them. They posted no pictures of Ken, but the ones of Eve were gold. She was a hot blonde with a great ass, both wide and thick. She was thin enough to tell that she was in shape and meaty enough slot oyna to look like she could fuck like a thoroughbred. Her face was always blurred out, but he somehow knew that she had to be pretty. The rest of their photos were taken at a variety of hotel rooms. Some were of her on all fours, some she was playing with her pussy, or she was spread out on the bed. Other pics showed cum, presumably from a guy they met up with, splattered on her chest, or leaking out of her swollen cunt lips. “Eve & Ken in Wichita” claimed to be in the lifestyle for years and that Bret was the most impressive specimen they had ever come across. He had also come highly recommended to Ken in the website’s chat room by a man that had watched “10inch Nick” wreck his own wife three times already and was planning on many more.

The last contact that he had with “Eve & Ken” had been the previous weekend. On Friday night, the couple sent him the message that they were ready and eager to hook up sometime. It was at that point that Bret sent his make-or-break demand and told them “She must do Anal, or I am not interested”. Later they would reply, “she’s never done anal before in her entire life”. Bret reinforced his position by informing them that “She will for me”. Soon enough the two replied, “She is willing and a little excited by the idea”. By this time it was Sunday, and Bret offered the couple the following Saturday to do the deed. Eve & Ken sent a message back to let Bret know that they had something big on the night before and that if all went well they could make it Saturday, otherwise they might have to reschedule with him.

Bret was happy to see, when he had logged on that all had gone well for “Eve & Ken” better than expected as it turns out and their message ended with “Tonight at the Hilton, Room 451, 8:00pm”. Bret smiled to himself and sent them a message “I’ll be there”.

He switched off his PC right as a single knock rapped at the door followed instantly by Jillian swinging his door open. “Oh!” she said somewhat startled “I thought that you were still asleep”.

Bret noticed that his mother was dressed up much more than normal for a typical Saturday and she had an enthusiasm about her and Bret read the situation instantly and could have predicted her next words. She said, “Well, we are so proud of you honey… Anyway, Ben and I-” “Are going to have a weekend getaway…” “I know, I know” Bret finished for her.

“That transparent am I?” she joked. For years, as long as Bret could remember, about once or so a month Ben and Jillian would take weekend getaways. When he and his sisters were younger, they had sleepover babysitters, now they were just given notice and they went.

“I want you to swear that you will have no more than three friends over, and NO GIRLS!” the mother instructed her son. He knew that by technically not breaking the structure of the oath his mother demanded of him by Bull-fucking Eve in front of her husband in some hotel room, he was probably breaking it in substance. He chose to skirt around it and simply say, “Okay mom” “Okay” she repeated as she moved into hug him. She handed him a folded piece of paper “This is the information about where we will be staying, call if you need anything… I’m so proud of you.” she said one last time as she left his room.

Had he bothered to read the note instead of hastily stuffing it into his pocket, Bret would have learned an inconvenient truth, but his mind was already on that night’s festivities. They say that a watched pot never boils and this day Bret learned that lesson well. As he watched movies on TV, he did all kinds of calisthenics, push-ups, sit-ups, squats and dips; he wanted his muscles to be bulging when he finally got Eve on the bed. In what seemed like days, the hours did pass and 7:30pm finally arrived.

Some twenty minutes later, he arrived in the Hilton lobby and waited another painful five minutes before getting on the elevator. Soon he found room 451 and knocked. Three seconds later Bret’s life changed forever; BEN opened the door! The two men’s eyes met and each looked as though they had just seen a ghost and each turned as white as one. A rosy cheeked Jillian with wine glass in hand came staggering in to view.

“Is that… Oh… My God! Bret, what are you doing here?” Gasped Jillian. At that moment the reality of the situation hit Bret like a doomsday meteor impact. All those weekend getaways his parents had gone on over the years had been hook ups for young men to fuck his mother while the only father he had ever known watched. Ben, used his middle name Kennedy to come up with Ken and Eve came from Evette, Jillian’s middle name. The cum splattered tit’s in their profile pictures were the very same pair that he had nursed on as an infant. The semen was dripping from his mother’s swollen cunt lips in those pictures. Bret had stroked his cock to pictures of his own mother and she had played with her pussy looking at pictures of his cock. Ben had been taking Bret’s mother to get fucked by strangers for canlı casino siteleri years.

Bret was full of anger and excitement, despite how badly he didn’t want to, he couldn’t help but to read the situation, as always, and he knew, Ben wanted humiliation and Jillian, his sweet mother, wanted fucked hard and degraded.

“Bret Honey…” Jillian began. “I’m Nick mom!” he said as he stepped inside the room closing the door behind him. “Son, what are you talking about?” asked Ben. “Nick, fucking ten inch Nick.” Bret explained to them. The couple both went silent and shades whiter as the realization struck them. Bret remembered how excited Jillian had seemed earlier that day, excited, it turns out, about getting fucked in the ass by some young Bull. He looked her up and down. Her five feet and eight inches of height was exaggerated by five inch heels, off white that caused her calves to be constantly flexed and shapely looking. She wore a likewise colored summer dress which again didn’t cover even half of her thigh, just low enough to cover the curves of her perfectly balanced ass between soft and firm. The dress clang tightly to her torso highlighting her 36D-26-36 figure, her hard nipples poked though the fabric betraying her lack of a bra.

Bret was aroused by the situation, he wished it had never come to pass, but it had; with little indecision he knew that he was here to be the Bull. “Um… Okay, this is awkward for all of us, why don’t we just go home and we can talk…”

“No way!” Bret interrupted Jillian with authority. “You came here to get fucked like a little slut, I came here to fuck a slut, and Ben, well Benny, you came here to see your wife used like a slut” Bret said all the while removing his shirt and exposing his powerful upper body. The adults stood in stunned silence as the young stud started removing articles of clothing bearing a look that they had never seen from him before. Jillian’s mind was all over the place, she decided to try again.

“Okay this needs to sto-OH!” she screamed as her son reached under her dress and inserted a finger into her bare, panty-less vagina. Her warm cum that had been accumulating all day, coated his fingers.

“Doesn’t feel like you want to stop to me. What do you think Bennie?” Bret ask as he removed his finger from his mother and smeared her fuck-goo under Bens nose like a mustache. Her pungent scent filled Ben’s nostrils and his cock began to stir in his pants.

“Well? What about it Ben do you think she wants to go home un-fucked?” Ben turned beet red with embarrassment. Bret chuckled at his stepfather’s aroused state. “Well, that makes it unanimous then doesn’t it?” With that he roughly pushed Jillian in the chest throwing her to the bed. “Take your shit off and sit down in that chair” Bret pointed out for Ben as he climbed on the bed between his mother’s legs.

He put his hands on the insides of her thighs and spread them wide as he lowered his head to her pussy. First his tongue made contact with her labia, soaked and laden with her cum. The abundance of it clang to his face and chin and every time he moved his face away from her pussy, the strands of her cum bridged the gaps. Her vagina was super sensitive today as it was, but she could tell that Bret knew his way around a clit as he masterfully manipulated hers. Licks, nibbles and long strokes of his tongue were used in unpredictable patterns. She moaned and reached her hands down into her son’s hair. She looked over to the chair where her husband sat and saw him jerking his raging little, in comparison, hard-on.

Bret moved his face away from Jillian’s cunt hole. He stuck his pinky into his mouth before plunging it into his mother’s sphinkter, bending his ring finger and inserting his pointer and middle fingers into her sloppy cunt and his thumb rubbed her clitoris. He reached his other hand up to her throat and lightly choked her as he then lowered his tongue to assist his thumb on her love button.

He could tell that the added stimulation of her asshole had caused her some discomfort as she began to buck and wiggle her hips. He bit, not ruthlessly, but sternly on her clit hood and curled his pinky inside her rectum to get her hips under control. It worked and he continued this two hole manipulation for some time pushing his mother to orgasm after orgasm.

Bret moved his hands to the undersides of her knees and pushed them up to her chest. This caused her ass to rise off the bed and into the air. Bret took his tongue of off of her clit, and moved it to her virgin asshole. He was pleased to taste that she had obviously taken some precautions to make sure that it was as clean as she could get it and had no taste to speak of. Having never had any ass play beyond the occasional playful spankings, every movement of his tongue excited her every anal, nerve ending. She began to grunt and make noises very uncharacteristic of her normal behavior.

She never imagined that she could cum from anal manipulations but sure enough her pussy began to leak and drip like mad and her body convulsed. Her moan turned more to soft whining. “Oh… FUCK… yeah! Eat my ass baby. Eat my whore ass!” she managed to grunt out between whimpers of pleasure.

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