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Seven Wishes By Ed Miller
If only I'd have had more willpower, it never would have happened. But I still don't see how I could have resisted it.
It wasn't like I could have headed the whole affair off at the beginning. When Sarah came home with the lamp one Saturday afternoon, I never would have believed it was magic, even though it did look just like the stereotypical genie's lamp. That stuff doesn't happen in real life.
"So what do you think of it?" she asked.
"I think it doesn't go too well in here," I said, waving my hand around the room at our furniture.
"I know, but when I saw it, I just felt like I had to buy it. Do you think you could shine it up a bit for me?"
"Come on, Sarah. It's a piece of junk! Why bother shining it up? Just throw it out."
"Well, I'm at least going to see what it looks like when it's been cleaned off a little bit. Here, let me have the dishtowel."
I've had ample opportunity since then to reflect that things might have turned out much differently, if I had been the one to rub the lamp. But then, of course, I wouldn't be telling this story.
As soon as Sarah started to rub the lamp, steam started to shoot out of it, and weird lights seemed to flash. I was looking around wondering who was playing the joke, when the steam coalesced into something resembling a human form. Or at least a torso; below the waist it was indistinct, and faded into the steam that still connected it to the lamp. But the upper part of the body was exactly what I expected a genie to look like. He was Arabic, well muscled, wearing a buttonless vest and a turban with a jewel on the front of it. He was about eye-to-eye with me, which would have put him at about six feet, two inches tall, if he had legs.
"Yeah, whaddaya want?" he asked, completely departing from my idea of a stereotypical genie.
Sarah and I both just stared, wordlessly.
"Come on, come on!" the genie demanded. "What're you waiting for? Make your wishes! I want to get back to sleep!"
"You're a genie!" I exclaimed intelligently, recovering first from my awe and disbelief.
"No shit!" he said. "What was your first clue? Was it when I popped out of the lamp? Shit, I always give it away with the entrance."
"And you're going to grant us wishes?" I ventured.
"Not you, idiot," he said to me, "her." He jerked his thumb towards Sarah.
"She rubbed the lamp, she gets the wishes. You can go to hell."
I was still a bit too shocked by the appearance of a genie in my living room to take offense at being verbally abused. And Sarah caught up to speed about then.
"How many wishes?" she asked.
"I dunno," the genie muttered. "I haven't done this in a while. It's been three hundred and sixty-seven years since the last time I was summoned from the lamp, and I was right in the middle of a really good dream. I wish all you humans would just leave me the hell alone, actually. But... how about seven wishes?"
"Sounds good to me," Sarah said. She looked at me and grinned. We were both pretty sure that she'd gotten four more wishes than she was supposed to. But it's like when you go to McDonald's and they put an extra burger in your bag: you'd be a fool to point it out to them.
Sarah's grin started to turn evil. I could tell she was thinking about what she was going to wish for, and it looked like she was going to do something mischievous. To tell the truth, the whole thing seemed a bit surreal to me, though. I was still dumbstruck by the appearance of a genie in my living room. I hadn't adjusted completely, although it looked like Sarah wasn't having such a problem dealing with it.
She seemed to make up her mind, and aimed her mischievous grin at me as she walked over to the genie and whispered into his ear. He whispered back to her, and then she replied to him again. I couldn't believe how normal she was acting, as if this sort of thing happened every day.
"Fine, fine," the genie said, glancing at me as he did so. "Granted. I'm going back to sleep now. Give me a day or so before you rub the lamp again for your next wish." And with that, he dissolved into steam that shot back into the lamp.
"What the hell was that?" I asked.
"You'll find out," Sarah grinned as she walked back towards the back of the house, leaving me alone in the living room. I don't know why I didn't follow her. I guess I was still a bit too awestruck to really know what was going on.
I stared at the lamp, sitting where Sarah had left it on the coffee table. It looked like such a mundane object that I couldn't believe I had actually seen what I thought I saw. But what was the alternative? I must have been going crazy to imagine something like that, and to think it was real.
Gingerly, I picked up the lamp. It didn't bite, so I took a good grip on it with one hand and rubbed it softly with the other.
Nothing happened.
I rubbed harder, but had no luck. I tried rubbing quicker or slower, or in a different direction, or first longways and then crossways.
Nothing.
"I AM going crazy," I said to myself as I put the lamp down on the table and collapsed heavily down to the couch. I turned on the television to distract me from my impending mental breakdown.
I had been watching for about a half-hour, and was just beginning to forget that I was off my rocker, when something weird happened.
I had an itch on my chest. This alone wasn't something weird, but when I reached up to scratch it, it felt weird. My chest was sore, and swollen or something.
Looking down the neck of my T-shirt, I saw two lumps on my chest that definitely hadn't been there when I had woken up that morning. I got up and went to the bathroom, taking my shirt off and throwing it in the hamper.
Examining myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My chest was swelling up into two small breasts. My nipples were swollen and hard, and there were little lumps underneath them. I had tits! Little, pre-teen-looking tits, but still tits!
I looked at the rest of myself, and realized that the changes weren't only in my chest. My hair was longer, and maybe a little lighter in color. My shoulders didn't look as broad, and my face had changed. I still looked like me, but it wasn't the same me that I had been an hour ago.
"Sarah?" I called. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Oh my God!" she said, coming into the bathroom. "I didn't really think it'd work!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Bob, really, I was just joking around. I didn't really BELIEVE..."
"What did you ask for, Sarah?"
"Umm... Well, why don't you come in the bedroom for a minute?"
She took me by the hand then, and led me back into our room. I was still shirtless, and now that I was aware of them, I could feel my breasts swaying as I walked. They weren't very large, and certainly nothing compared to Sarah's D-cups, but they were way too big to be on MY chest!
Sarah sat down on the bed, undoing my pants and sliding them to the floor as I stood in front of her. Then she started to suck my dick.
I still wanted to know what was going on, but I certainly wasn't going to turn down a little sex. In any case, I still had the dreamy, surreal feeling I had been experiencing ever since I had seen that genie, so I just let it happen. I stood there as Sarah's head bobbed up and down on my cock, feeling her lips wrapped around my shaft, stroking the skin. Her tongue worked in circles around the head of my penis, and I moaned in my arousal. I could tell it wasn't going to take long before I came, and I was right. Just as Sarah slid her lips back down to the base of my cock, engulfing it completely in her hot, wet mouth, I felt my orgasm hit, and I shot a huge load of hot cum down her throat.
I sat down heavily on the bed after I came, still breathing heavy and relaxed from my orgasm, only to hear Sarah exclaim:
"My God! It works!"
"What're you talking about?" I demanded.
"Look in the mirror," she replied.
I turned my attention to the full-length mirror across the room, and didn't recognize the person sitting on the bed next to Sarah. She had hair that reached her shoulders, falling in a long blonde mane, and framed a beautiful face. Her narrow shoulders led down to two thin arms on either side of a petite torso that nonetheless supported two good-sized breasts. Not as big as Sarah's; maybe C-cup. Her narrow waist flared out into womanly hips and then tapered down to a pair of long legs. The cock between her legs was the only thing that detracted from her beauty.
"Who is that?" I asked, and I saw her lips move at the same time. And it was a woman's voice, not my own, that I heard as I spoke.
I was the woman in the mirror.
"Sarah, what the hell did you do?" I demanded from her.
"Well Bob, it's like this. I didn't really believe it was happening. I didn't know it would work..."
"For God's sake, what did you do?"
"...I mean, how could I know? I'd nearly convinced myself I had imagined it all when I heard you in the bathroom. And it was just the first thing that popped into my head..."
"SARAH, WHAT DID YOU DO!?!"
She stopped babbling, and I stopped yelling. Slowly and quietly, she explained.
"Bob, it was just the first thing I thought of. You remember last night when we were talking, and I said that since we've been together I haven't been able to go and hang out with my girlfriends so much any more?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"Well, I asked the genie to make you into a girl. I don't know what I was thinking. I just figured we'd go out tonight and hang out, and then tomorrow I'd use another wish to change you back."
I digested this for a moment.
"What about the blowjob, then?" I asked.
"Uh, that was kind of the genie's idea," she replied. "He said you'd change on your own, but every time you had an orgasm it would make it happen faster."
I got up and walked across the room to look at myself in the mirror. Sarah got up and stood next to me. When I turned to her, I was surprised to see that we now stood eye-to-eye. I was only five-foot-six now, the same height as Sarah. I sat back down on the bed, heavily, and felt my new tits jiggle with the movement.
"Well, you'd better get it over with, then," I said.
"What?"
"I didn't realize it was that important to you to go out to clubs with your friends, but if it's that big a deal, I suppose I can stand it for tonight. Let's get this over with."
"You mean, suck your dick again?"
"Yeah, if I'm going to change, I might as well just finish. I figure I can stand it, as long as you change me back first thing tomorrow, with your next
wish."
"Uh... I'm not sure I really want to."
"Sarah! You are GOING to change me back!"
"No, it's not that. Of course I'll change you back. I never would have done this to you in the first place if I'd really thought it was going to work. It's just that... You look like a girl now. I'm not really attracted to girls."
"Sarah, YOU did this to me. The LEAST you can do is help me out with this."
"Uhh, Ok, I guess," she said, moving to the floor between my legs as I stayed on the bed. "I mean, you've still got a dick at least." She took it in her hands and started to stroke it. I could feel myself hardening in her hands as she stroked the length of it.
"It's so small!" she said. Looking down, I realized she was right. My penis had shrunken considerably from its normal length of five inches fully erect. It was only about three inches long now, even though it was completely hard.
But it felt just as good as ever, if not even better. It was like every nerve that had been in my cock when it was twice as long was still there, but in half the size. Every sensation was concentrated. I couldn't believe how intense it felt.
My hands wandered over my new body as Sarah's head bobbed in my lap. I ran them over my wide hips, around my thin waist, and up to my chest. It was just instinct to start fondling my breasts, but I couldn't stop. It felt so good! I kneaded the soft mounds of flesh against my chest, and loved the feeling. When I finally touched my nipples, I couldn't hold back any more. I shot my load down Sarah's throat, and felt my dick slipping back out of her mouth at the same time. But it wasn't that she was pulling away from me. My cock was shrinking out of her mouth, dwindling away to nothing.
"Oh my God, it's gone!" she said, and I looked down between my legs to see that she was right. All there was between my legs now was the mound of a pussy. I got up and stood in front of the mirror again, to examine the changes in my body.
"I've got a pussy," I said to myself, only now realizing that it was true. "I'm a girl."
Sarah came up behind me again, and I realized that I had shrunk again. She now stood about two inches taller than me. We both stood there speechless as we examined my body.
I was about five feet, four inches tall now, and my long blonde hair reached halfway down my back. My face was beautiful, and my body was thin. I couldn't find a single flaw or blemish anywhere on my body.
My breasts had grown as my cock was shrinking, and they were now bigger than Sarah's. Sarah wasn't anybody's idea of small-breasted, so that meant that my tits were huge! They stood out from my chest, proud and spherical, and were capped with large pink nipples surrounded with crinkled areolas.
"Wow!" Sarah said. "Nice tits! You're bigger than me, now! Looks like an F-cup to me."
But it was between my legs that my attention was drawn. My penis was completely gone, shrunken down to form the clit of my new pussy. It was covered with blonde hair, a lot sparser than my pubic hair had been when I was still a man, and was very wet. I realized that, even though I had just had an orgasm, I was ready to go again.
"Sarah, why don't we, you know..." I inclined my head towards the bed, suggesting a little lesbian fooling-around. Like all guys, I loved the idea of two girls getting it on, and I wasn't about to pass up the chance now that I was a girl, no matter how strange it seemed to think about it.
"Ew, gross!" Sarah said. "You're a girl now, Bob! I'm not doing anything with you!"
I fell silent, embarrassed to realize that she was right.
"Besides," she said, "it's getting late. We'd better start getting ready if we're going to go to the club."
I had kind of forgotten about that part, but I supposed I might as well go through with it now. What else was I going to do, anyway? The whole situation still felt kind of strange, and I was just going with the flow.
"Wait a second," I said. "What am I going to wear? My clothes won't fit."
"I don't think mine would fit you either," Sarah said, "but I asked the genie to fix you up with something. Take a look in the closet."
I opened the closet and looked at my side of it. On a couple of hangers in front of my normal clothes, I found a skirt, a top, and a set of underwear. There was a pair of women's sandals in front of my regular shoes.
"Go ahead, try them on. I want to see you in them," Sarah said.
Shrugging my shoulders (which produced motions in my chest that I wasn't used to), I took out the hangers. The skirt and the top seemed rather skimpy, and the panties were tiny, just a g-string.
"I can't wear this!" I said.
"There's nothing else," Sarah said. "Beggars can't be choosers."
Realizing I had no other options, I tried the clothes on, swearing at the genie under my breath. He must have gotten a kick out of dressing me like a slut. Getting the bra on required Sarah's help, but I managed to get into the new clothes and stood in front of the mirror.
"I look like a whore!" I said to Sarah. My breasts stuck way out in front of me, huge as they were, and the bra made them ride even higher on my chest. They were practically falling out of my low-cut shirt, and the cleavage looked like the Grand Canyon. There were at least four inches of skin between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the skirt, and the skirt was even skimpier than I had thought before I'd put it on. Even pulled down low on my hips, it ended VERY high on my thighs. It barely hid the panties, which were the only part of the outfit I didn't mind. Not that I liked wearing them, mind you, but the way the g-string felt between my ass cheeks was kind of... pleasurable.
"Yeah, you do look kind of slutty," Sarah said, grinning. "It's funny."
She went into the bathroom to get ready herself, and I slipped the sandals on. I didn't think I'd be able to walk in the high heels, but once I had them on it was no trouble. More of the genie's doing, I suppose.
Standing in front of the mirror again, I couldn't believe I was actually going to go outside like this. Even though I knew I wouldn't be recognized, and that I looked completely like a girl now, I felt like I was a freak.
But the reflection in the mirror didn't look like a freak. Slutty, maybe, but not a freak. Looking at my reflection was starting to get me horny, so I reached under my skirt and started to rub my pussy through my panties. I had forgotten about sex for a while after Sarah had turned me down, but I found myself getting wet again as I looked at my huge tits in the mirror. The girl in the reflection had her hand up her skirt and was rubbing the front of her panties, and that image didn't do much to cool me off, either.
I was just about to sit down on the bed, pull my g-string off, and start finger-fucking myself when Sarah came back into the room. My hand flew out from between my legs, and I straightened my skirt, but not before she saw what I had been doing to myself.
"So, horny, are we?" she asked with a grin. I just blushed, although I thought to myself that I should definitely spend some time alone when we got back from the club. That shouldn't be too hard, as Sarah had made it clear that she wouldn't be sleeping with me tonight.
Sarah drove to the club, which was called (ironically enough) "Arabian Nights." It was decorated all in pillars and filmy, draping fabric, and was probably supposed to look like a Sultan's palace, although I don't know how closely it approximated it. I certainly have no idea what a Sultan's palace looks like.
They had drinks, though, which was all I was really interested in. Sarah and I found ourselves a table near the dance floor, and ordered drinks. Before they even got there, though, a guy came up and asked her to dance, and she was out on the floor faster than I could believe. Actually, two guys came up and asked us both to dance, but I had no intention of dancing with a guy.
I stayed at the table all night, sucking down drinks and turning down invitations from guy after guy. By one o'clock I was quite drunk, and extremely pissed off. I'm sure Sarah liked coming here with her girlfriends, but her girlfriends didn't get jealous when she danced with other guys. I had just spent hours drinking while watching her grinding up against other guys, rubbing her crotch against their dicks out on the dance floor, and I was about ready to spit nails. I had kept the situation well enough in mind to realize that I couldn't very well show my jealousy, not only because it would look out of place but because I didn't want to get in a huge fight with her until she'd turned me back to myself, but that didn't make me any less angry.
Finally, she came back to our table. I was getting ready to go when I realized she had two guys with her.
"Jill," she said to me, stressing the name so that I knew who she was talking about, "this is John," referring to the guy who was pissing me off even more by having his arm around her waist, "and Rob. They've volunteered to take us home."
"Uh, Sarah, I think we can get home on our own," I said through gritted teeth.
"No, Jill, I don't feel up to driving, and you've had way too many drinks." That part, at least, was true. As soon as I had stood up I had felt the room spinning around me. Apparently I didn't have anywhere near as much tolerance for alcohol as I normally did, which wasn't surprising as I probably weighed almost a hundred pounds less.
We went out to the guys' car, and I got pissed off again when Sarah sat up front with John and left me in the back with Rob. I was seething. I just kept telling myself that, once she turned me back into a man, I was going to have it out with her. This was NOT what I had had in mind for a Saturday night.
But Sarah wasn't through rubbing it in my face yet. When we got to our apartment, she invited the guys up for a drink. When she had actually poured drinks for everybody, and had us all seated in the living room, she said to Rob and me:
"Excuse us for a second. I've got something I want to show John in the bedroom." And before I could say anything to stop her, she took him by the hand and nearly ran down the hall to the bedroom. I started to get up to follow, but Rob caught me by the wrist.
"Hey, where're you going so fast," he said, pulling me back towards him. Instead of sitting on the couch next to him, I ended up in his lap.
"Hey! Don't!" I yelped, as I started to struggle, but he just ran his hand up my side to my breast, and started to fondle it. I couldn't get out of his grasp, as small and weak as I was now, and he continued to work on my tit through the fabric of my shirt.
"I think whatever she wants to show him is just for him," Rob whispered as he continued to fondle my tits. It felt so good that I wasn't sure if I wanted him to stop. Between the alcohol that I had consumed that night and the general surreal quality of everything that had happened that day, I wasn't completely aware of what was going on, but I knew that it felt great.
"Besides," he went on, "I'm sure we can find some way to entertain ourselves out here." He pulled my shirt up over my head and I didn't make even a token protest.
"Uhh... Wait a minute! Don't..." I said as he started to undo my bra. But when his hands started to play with my nipples and I felt how HARD they were, and how good it felt when he touched them, I couldn't finish. I just let out a moan of pleasure.
"Don't what?" he asked me.
"Don't stop!"
I kicked my shoes off as he backed up and started to undress himself. As he unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, I pushed my skirt down my long legs. I sat on the couch and slid my panties off as Rob divested himself of the last of his clothing, pushing down his boxers to reveal his enormous cock.
I gasped when I saw his penis; it was so huge! Standing out from his crotch was an enormous shaft, twice as long as mine had been. It had to be more than ten inches, and was standing straight out, completely erect. In my little girlish body, it was as thick as my wrist!
I would have expected to be disgusted at the sight of it, and the thought that I was going to let him put that huge thing in me, but I wasn't. My pussy was soaking wet, and I was as ready for sex as I had ever been in my life. Wordlessly, I dropped to my knees. I knew what I was doing, and on one level I was disgusted with myself, but I instinctually NEEDED to worship that huge monster of a cock that presented itself before me.
I took Rob's cock in my hand, feeling the hot, hard flesh throbbing in my grasp. I wanted it. I wanted to suck it. I leaned forward and placed the tip of it between my lips, lubricating it with saliva. I could taste the salty flavor of his cock as I flicked it with my tongue. I waited like that, with just the tip of his dick between my lips, to heighten his desire and my own. Then, when I couldn't stand waiting any longer, I engulfed his cock in my mouth. I sucked it down my throat and ran my lips down his rod. I could only get about the first half in before I started to gag, but I wanted as much as I could get. I held the shaft and stroked it with my lips, feeling the smooth skin of his penis slide across my tongue.
I couldn't believe what a crazed cocksucker I was. I loved it! I couldn't get enough of that hard dick in my mouth. I reached down to my soaking pussy to finger myself as I slid my lips along his huge penis. My other hand worked at my nipples and my enormous breasts, heightening my desire as I knelt on the floor, sucking dick and loving it.
Rob's hips started to buck faster, and I knew he was close to coming. I took the hand from my tits to stroke the part of his penis that I couldn't reach with my mouth, however much I wanted to, and sucked even harder at the head of his dick. I could feel the hard, slick length of his cock in my hand as I stroked it. Finally, Rob started to grunt and I felt his penis twitch in my mouth as I continued to suck it. His cum shot out into my throat and I swallowed it all, sucking at his cock desperate to get more. I kept suckling at his dick until I was sure I wasn't going to get any more cum from him, and then I got up and went to the couch.
I know he was pretty tired after an orgasm like that, but Rob seemed to perk up a bit when I laid back on the couch and spread my legs, opening my pussy up for him to enter. I don't mean to sound conceited or anything, but I was certainly hot.
This was the moment that I realized what I was doing. For just a moment, I emerged from my drunken state long enough to understand that I was about to let a man fuck me. I could stop now, I knew. He'd just had a blowjob, so he wouldn't fight it, and I could be changed back to a man tomorrow, without the knowledge that I'd let another man fuck me.
But I didn't want to stop now, I realized. I wanted sex like I had never wanted anything before in my life. I thought about what I was going to let him do to me, and I didn't mind. I WANTED to be fucked.
"Please fuck me," I begged him, and Rob's cock stopped limpening and started to harden. He came over to the couch and positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Now it was Rob's turn to tease me for a minute, to increase my anticipation, but he couldn't hold out any longer than I did, so almost immediately my virgin pussy was filled with hot, hard cock for the first time.
"Oh my God!" I screamed, orgasming as soon as his cock filled my pussy completely. I couldn't believe it fit inside me, but that ten-inch monster felt so good in my cunt that I never wanted it to stop fucking me. I was stretched to the limit as Rob pumped his huge organ in and out of my sopping wet hole, and I reached up to my tits to massage them and play with my nipples as I came. I had never had an orgasm like that before in my life. I would have thought that I couldn't feel that good and survive. The intensification of sensation I had felt as my dick shrank had only increased as it became a pussy, and this was more pleasure than I could stand. I was screaming out my pleasure from the best orgasm I had ever felt.
It occurred to me then that this was by far the best sex of my life, and it was with a man. But I didn't care. I found it hard to care too much about anything while I was coming like that.
Rob started to breathe faster again, and he was pumping into my cunt more forcefully now. I knew he was about to cum, and he didn't disappoint me, slamming into my twat one final time, almost painfully deep, and grunting as he shot his cum up into my belly. I could feel it there, like a little bit of heat in my already hot pussy.
"Wow," he said, pushing himself up off of me and collapsing onto the other couch. "That was amazing!"
"You're not done yet," I told him as I composed myself.
"Are you kidding? Look at me!" He gestured to his crotch, where his dick lay limp and lifeless. "I'm not going to be able to get it up for a week after sex like that!"
"Yes you will," I assured him as I moved to his couch. Climbing up onto his lap, I started to grind up against him. My pussy was leaking lubrication all over my crotch, and I rubbed it all over his, pressing my wet cunt up against his limp dick. I slid back and forth, feeling the flaccid cock twitching slightly at the invitation.
My nipples were as hard as my pussy was wet, which was very, so I leaned forward to rub those against his chest. I didn't have to lean forward very far, since my tits were so big. I could feel them rubbing up against Rob's chest, the little nubs of pleasure that were my nipples rolling around as they rubbed on his hard, male chest. I felt sparks shooting through my body at the sensation, and I whimpered with pleasure. I was turning myself on at least as much as Rob.
"You want some more, don't you?" He asked.
"Please!" I begged him. "Please fuck me again."
"Ok," he said. "I'll fuck you. Here," he got up, guiding me over to the other couch. He pushed me against the arm so that I bent over, leaving me spread open and exposed for whatever he wanted to do to me.
"I won't do this if you don't want me to," he said as he lined his erect cock up against the entrance to my asshole.
He was going to fuck me up the ass! I hadn't thought about that possibility. But now that I did, I found I didn't mind. Everything I had done so far had felt so good, that I just wanted to do more, to experience more of sex from the receiving end. And I knew I'd soon be receiving it in my rear end.
"I want you to! Stick it up my ass!" I pleaded.
Rob did just that. I felt his hard penis slide up my ass, filling me there like he had filled my pussy only minutes before. He was well lubricated with my pussy juice, so it didn't hurt. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but as he continued to pump in and out of my asshole, I relaxed and started to enjoy the sensation of fullness and friction of his assfuck.
Rob's hands on my ass kneaded my asscheeks as his cock slammed into my ass. He was speeding up now, fucking me harder as he felt me relaxing and starting to enjoy it. I felt my big titties rubbing against the couch as they swayed from my chest. I moaned in ecstasy, wanting more of this fantastic sensation.
I looked to my right. There, standing in the doorway, was Sarah. She was completely naked, and she looked almost indecently satisfied. I knew that she had just been fucked as completely as I was being fucked right now. I thought of how this must look to her, walking in to find her boyfriend, transformed into a girl, and being fucked up the ass as he moaned in pleasure. I was more embarrassed than I could have imagined, but I was even hornier. As she watched, I reached down between my legs and started to stroke my clit as Rob fucked me harder up my ass.
Rob started to thrust harder and faster up my ass, getting closer to coming. My own orgasm was approaching fast. I whimpered from the pleasure of this assfuck as I felt his cock thrusting into me from behind. I fingered my pussy faster. He pumped his cock into me harder. Harder and faster, we ground into each other until we reached a fever pitch, then Rob grunted and I screamed as we launched into simultaneous orgasms. He pulled his cock out of my ass and stroked it between my ass cheeks as he came, shooting his cum up onto my back and my ass. I could feel his cock sliding along the crack in my ass as the aftershocks of both our orgasms died out.
"That looked like fun," Sarah said as we finished, collapsing down onto opposite couches in exhaustion. I was finally satiated. I laid there, my legs splayed out, feeling Rob's cum leaking out of my pussy. I couldn't believe how much cum I had on me, and in me. I was sitting in a puddle of it that had been shot up onto my ass, and the cum leaking from my pussy was adding to it.
"Ok, time to go!" said John as he came out from behind Sarah. He was just finishing dressing, and I caught a glimpse of his cock as he tucked it into his pants. It looked to be fully as big as Rob's. Against my will, I found myself thinking about sucking it into my mouth.
John saw Rob lying naked on the couch, and stopped in his tracks. I guess he didn't think his buddy had been as lucky as he had. Now it was Rob's turn to look embarrassed, but he dressed as quickly as he could while John averted his eyes. Sarah looked to be completely unconcerned about being naked in front of both of these guys, and I was too exhausted to care. As soon as both guys were dressed, they made hurried excuses and bolted. I can't really blame them; they had gotten what they wanted.
"So, I didn't expect you to be so easy," Sarah offered as soon as the guys were gone.
I couldn't look her in the eye. I was so embarrassed that I had let Rob fuck me. I knew that Sarah could see how much I had enjoyed it.
"Well, I'm about to turn in," she said. "Don't worry. I'll turn you back first thing tomorrow." With that, she went back to the bedroom. OUR bedroom. In which she had just fucked another guy.
I couldn't think about it any more. I couldn't take the embarrassment. I rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly.
The next thing I was aware of was hearing a voice. A male voice. And one that I didn't recognize.
"Wow, take a look at that ass!" it said.
I got up groggily, and found myself facing the back of the couch. Why was I here? Had Sarah and I had a fight last night? I got up and turned towards the voice.
"Check that out! Tits to match!" the genie exclaimed.
I looked down at my chest, and my memories of last night came flooding back. I reached up and tried to cover my huge tits, and my other hand went between my legs to cover my pussy, but there was too much exposed flesh for me to really achieve any modesty. I blushed from head to foot.
"Ok, that's enough," Sarah muttered to him. "I want you to change him back to his normal self. That's my second wish."
"Fine, fine," the genie replied. "Although he was nothing special like that. He's much easier on the eyes like this."
"Just do it," she said.
"Right! 'Your wish is granted, sirrah!'"
I looked down at my body to see that it was the old male one I was used to. Surprisingly, I wasn't completely relieved. I was embarrassed as hell about the things I had done while I was a woman, but it had felt so good.
"Humph!" the genie guffawed, looking directly at my crotch. "Why'd you have me bother to turn him back? He can't be much use as a man with a little pecker like that!"
"Just get back in the bottle, genie," Sarah spat at him. "I'll tell you when I want my next wish."
"All right, but give me a few days, will you? I was just getting back to sleep when you woke me up again..." he grumbled as he dissolved back into the lamp.
As soon as the genie had disappeared, I jumped up and went to the bedroom to pull on a pair of boxer shorts. Normally I wouldn't have been so self-conscious about being naked in front of Sarah, but the genie's comment, along with my own experience of seeing two huge cocks last night, was making me feel more than a little inadequate. I collapsed onto the bed and lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Sarah came into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she said.
"How could you do it, Sarah? How could you let someone else fuck you?"
"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything you didn't do! In fact, I did less! I didn't let him stick his cock up my ass!"
"I was drunk, Sarah," I said, even though I knew that excuse was hopelessly inadequate.
"Well, I'd had a few drinks too. And I was horny! And I hate to point it out, but you weren't equipped to satisfy me."
"What's that supposed to mean? Are you talking about the size of my cock?"
"Bob, last night you didn't even HAVE a cock. But now that you mention it... No, never mind," she trailed off, turning away.
"What is it?" I demanded, grabbing her by the arm and turning her to face me again.
"No, I shouldn't say it..."
"You loved it, didn't you?" I said between my gritted teeth. "You little slut! You loved cheating on me."
Sarah's eyes widened. The tears she had been about to shed were outshone by anger.
"Yes! I loved it!" she shouted at me. "I loved all ten inches of it! He fucked me better than you ever could! That thing between your legs isn't a dick, it's just an excuse for one! And how can you call me a slut! Are you telling me that you didn't love it? You were crying out for more. I walked into the room and saw you getting your ass FILLED with cock. Are you telling me that wasn't you begging that guy to fuck your ass some more?"
My anger disappeared when she brought up what I had let Rob to do me last night. I didn't feel mad, and I didn't actually feel that embarrassed, for the first time since he had pulled his penis out of me. I didn't really know what to feel. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling again. As the silence grew longer, Sarah got up and left the room.
I spent hours lying there, thinking about the situation. How could I explain the things I had done last night? The conclusion I came to was that it had felt natural. I had been thrust into a situation I had never anticipated, a situation I could never have believed, and I had gone through it almost on autopilot. I hadn't really known what I was doing.
But if that was the case, what about Sarah? She hadn't been transformed into the opposite sex, but was the situation really a whole lot more normal for her? I began to see her side of the argument. If I was just going through the motions of knowing what I was doing, and Rob took advantage of that insecurity to fuck me, couldn't the same thing have happened to her?
Finally, I got up and went out to the living room. Sarah was sitting on the couch, wrapped in her robe, and staring blankly at the television.
"I'm sorry," I said to her.
"I'm sorry too," she replied. "I don't know why I did those things, or why I said what I said. I was just... out of my head."
"I know what you mean," I said. "Same here. It's like I didn't really know what I was doing."
"Exactly," she said. "I don't know. Can't we pretend like last night, you know..."
"Never happened? I think so," I replied, and moved to the couch to sit down next to her.
Which led us back to the bedroom. I don't know about you, but that's a pretty common occurrence for me after making up from a fight with my girlfriend. It's like, you both feel a need to demonstrate to the other one that everything's all right again.
The only problem was, it wasn't all right. Oh, I wasn't still mad at her or anything, but I realized as I was pumping into her that I wasn't really into it. I could barely feel anything. Sarah's pussy was all stretched out from John's enormous dick, and my little cock was swimming in it. Apart from that, I realized that my thoughts weren't really on what I was doing. I was thinking back to last night, and how good it had felt to get fucked. How sexy it had felt to spread my legs and feel that HUGE cock sliding up into my pussy.
I looked into Sarah's eyes, and realized that she wasn't enjoying this any more than I was. I couldn't even finish. I got up off the bed and ran for the bathroom.
Locking the door behind me, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and looked down at my cock. It was standing fully erect from my crotch, taunting me. I was still horny, even if I hadn't been getting off on sex with Sarah, so I reached down between my legs and started to jack off.
As my hand stroked my cock, I let my mind wander. I thought of models, actresses; my normal fantasies while jerking off. An image of Winona Ryder begging me to fuck her kept my interest for a minute or two. But my thoughts kept coming back to last night.
It had been the best sex I had ever had. I couldn't try to convince myself otherwise. Even now, stroking my cock exactly the way I liked it, I didn't feel nearly as good as I had with Rob's dick crammed into my pussy. I reached up to my chest and started to play with my nipples, but it was the same thing. This felt GOOD, but that had felt PHENOMENAL.
I couldn't stop myself. The images in my mind changed. Now, in my fantasies, I was the girl I had been last night, and what I lusted after was cock. Dick after dick, that was all I thought about. In my fantasy, I sucked them, I was fucked in my pussy and my ass. I gave handjobs to guys and let them fuck me between my tits. I was an insatiable slut, always hungry for cock.
In no time, I came, shooting my load onto the floor. As I wiped it up with a towel, I heard Sarah's knock at the door.
I opened it, and told her everything would be all right, but I'm not sure she believed me. I'm not sure I believed myself.
I went back to work the next day, and tried to forget all about the genie, the bottle, and my problems with Sarah. We hadn't tried to have sex again. I think we both knew we'd only be disappointed.
I didn't get much done at work that week. I was plagued by images in my head; images of what I had done last Saturday, and what I would do if I were a woman again. I was distracted, and almost terminally horny. On Monday, I managed to get through the day and drive home before jacking off, again to images of huge cocks fucking my very female body. On Tuesday I couldn't wait, and I ducked into the men's room at lunch.
Sarah was as distracted as I was, and as quiet around the apartment. We made small talk with each other, but neither one of us wanted to bring up the subject of our relationship, and what we had done to it.
On Wednesday, I ducked out of work early to come home and satisfy my craving for masturbation. Sarah had the day off, and I found her in the bedroom. She had bought an enormous vibrator, at least twelve inches long and molded to look like a real penis. I could hear it buzzing, almost drowned out by her moans as she fucked herself furiously with it. I shut the door. I don't think she heard me.
On Thursday, I finally figured out what I had to do, but it was Friday before I explained it to Sarah. She was waiting for me when I got home from work, and we sat down on the couch to talk it over. We both knew the talk had been coming.
"Sarah," I said, "what we have to do now is to get rid of those last five wishes."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that we're both moping around because we experienced something new. And now we know we have other options. What we need to do is to get rid of the last five wishes, and then we'll have used up the other options. We can get on with our lives, instead of being stuck like we have been lately."
"Hmm..." said Sarah, thinking it over. "I think I see what you mean. The only problem is, what do I wish for?"
This was the part that I'd been dreading, because that was the question I didn't have an answer to. Part of me, the sensible part, said she should with for money, long life, stuff like that. But there was also the part of me that wanted at least one repeat of last weekend before I forgot about it forever.
This was the point where willpower could have saved me. But I didn't have it. I just told myself that nothing was permanent until she'd used that last wish.
Sarah had been watching me as I tried to work through my indecision, and she wasn't dumb. She knew what my hesitation meant.
"You want it again, don't you?" she asked. "You want me to turn you into a girl."
"Yes," I admitted. "I want you to make me a girl again."
"Oh, thank God!" she said. "Listen, I'll change you back with the last wish. I promise. And after all the wishes are gone, I know I can settle down with you again. But just for this weekend..."
"Yeah, just for this weekend," I agreed. "No rules. You don't judge me, and I won't judge you. And when it's over, we'll just forget all about it."
"Bob, is it really..." she hesitated. "Do you really like it better as a girl? The sex, I mean."
Now it was my turn to hesitate. I didn't want to admit what I knew was the truth. But I realized I had nothing to hide. She already knew the truth, just from the answer I had given when she asked what I wanted to wish for.
"Yes, it's better," I admitted.
"Ok, well then here it goes." She took the lamp from the place on the coffee table that it had occupied, untouched, since last Sunday. As she rubbed it, the genie materialized from within.
"Christ, you again?" he demanded. "What do you want this time? You guys are like telemarketers! Always when I'm asleep!"
"We want you to turn Bob into a girl again, like before," Sarah said. There, it was said. I let out a sigh of relief.
"So, Bobby likes catching better than pitching, eh?" the genie chuckled. "Is that it, Tiny? You want me to make you a girl again so you can get a good fucking? Want a big dick up your pussy?"
I couldn't look him in the eye, but I didn't leave the room. I knew I did want all the things he said. And I'd have been willing to stand there and take ten times as much abuse from him, as long as he'd change me back into a girl.
"I'm not surprised you like having a pussy better than that little thing you've got between your legs now," he went on.
"That's the wish, genie. Do it," Sarah said.
"Ok, ok," the genie grinned. "'Your wish is my command!'"
I looked down at myself. There was no change.
"What are you trying to pull? I haven't changed," I said to him.
"She said like before," he replied, nodding towards Sarah. "You'll change slowly, unless you cum. I bet you won't wait, though, will you? I bet you can't wait to feel tits on your chest again, to feel that hot wet little pussy between your legs. I bet you can't wait to find a man, a REAL man, with a REAL cock, to fuck your little pussy."
"Into the bottle, genie!" Sarah said, and he dissolved into steam again, and was sucked into the lamp.
I was upset by what the genie had said, the more so because it was true. I couldn't wait. I wanted to change right now. I looked sheepishly up at Sarah.
"Sarah, could you..."
"Help you out?" she grinned. "Sure, no problem."
She guided me with her hands to the couch, and I sat down. She unbuckled my belt and pulled off my pants as I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, as well as my undershirt, leaving me completely naked. My cock was already completely erect. All it had taken was the thought of being a girl again.
Sarah bent forward to take my cock between her lips. I knew she would have preferred it if I had had a huge ten-incher like John's, but I ignored it. Soon, I wouldn't even have a penis at all. I couldn't wait.
Sarah sucked my dick, and I moaned with pleasure. I was enjoying this more than the masturbation sessions I had been having all week. I liked it better because I knew it was making me a girl, that every stroke of her lips on my manhood was bringing me that much closer to womanhood.
"It's shrinking!" Sarah said around the cock in her mouth. "I can feel it shrinking in my mouth!"
"Keep sucking," I groaned. I didn't want it smaller. I wanted it gone completely.
I could see that it was shrinking, now that she had mentioned it, and I started to notice other changes as well. I felt shorter, even though I was sitting down. My arms looked a little thinner, and my hips a little wider. There was just a hint of swelling under my nipples.
I reached up to my chest and took both my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I rolled them back and forth, gasping at the pleasure. I was a little embarrassed to be playing with my nipples in front of my girlfriend, but since she was sucking my dick knowing full well that it was making me into a girl, and that I wanted her to make me into a girl, I figured a little nipple-play wouldn't make much of a difference.
"It's amazing! It's like a popsicle. It gets smaller and smaller the longer I suck it."
I didn't respond to her this time, because I was just about to cum. As soon as she said that, reminding me that my cock was dwindling away as she sucked on it, it pushed me over the edge. I groaned and shot my first load of cum down her throat.
"Do you want me to stop? Do you want to rest for a minute?" asked Sarah as soon as she had swallowed my cum.
"No! Don't stop!" I said. "Keep sucking!"
Sarah went back to work on my cock, and I kept playing with my nipples. My tits were much bigger now, and the rest of my body looked much more feminine as well. It had changed quite a bit while I was actually orgasming. My cock was much smaller, only about half of its normal five inches, and my tits were getting near Sarah's size.
I just kept thinking about how my cock was shrinking away to nothing, and how I would soon have tits bigger than my girlfriend's again. That kept my cock hard in her mouth, when normally it would have wilted after the first orgasm. As she kept sucking, I was rapidly approaching the second one. I gave one last twist on my nipples and reached it.
"Uhhh......" I moaned as my orgasm hit, my voice cracking in the middle of my moan. Another load of cum shot out of my two-inch hardon and down Sarah's throat. My wide hips bucked against her as she drained more and more of my maleness away.
"Should I keep going?" Sarah asked. There wasn't much left of my cock by now. It was less than an inch long, and she was licking it rather than sucking it now, more like a clit. "Your dick is almost gone. It shrank right out of my mouth that time."
"Keep going. Keep sucking. Don't stop until I have a pussy!" I told her.
Sarah returned to the task at hand. I fondled my tits again. They were as big as Sarah's D-cups, now. I thought about it. I had tits as big as my girlfriend's. I looked like a girl. I had big tits, a rounded ass, wide hips, and a beautiful face. The only male part of me that was left was the tiny nub that was all that remained of my cock. And as soon as I came, even that would disappear, turning into a clit and being covered up by the hood of flesh at the top of my new pussy.
That thought pushed me over the edge of another orgasm, and I came again. I didn't shoot out any cum this time, though. I just felt my tits swell up larger on my chest, and my ass spread wider on the couch as my penis finally disappeared completely and was replaced by a pussy. I was completely a girl again.
Sarah stood up, wiping her mouth.
"Satisfied, you slut?" she asked. Her grin told me she was joking.
"Not yet," I grinned, getting slightly more comfortable with the fact that my girlfriend now knew I preferred getting fucked in my pussy by other guys to remaining a guy and fucking her. "Not yet. But I hope to be by Sunday night."
"How about we get a couple more of those wishes out of the way?" Sarah asked as she rubbed the lamp again.
The genie materialized again, and fixed his gaze immediately on my very naked, very female body.
"Wow, what a sexy little slut you are. I knew you wouldn't be able to wait. And I know you'll have no problems finding somebody to fuck you, with a body like that. The only question is, how does your girlfriend feel about you going over to her team?"
"Wish number four," Sarah said loudly, drowning out the genie. "A full wardrobe for Bob's new body."
"Done, it's in the closet."
Sarah turned to me with a questioning look on her face.
"Three wishes left," she said. "Anything you want?"
I thought about it. As I saw it, this weekend was going to be sort of a vacation, after which I'd go back to my normal life. I had a couple changes I'd like to make, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to say them in front of Sarah. Even after everything that had happened, I was still embarrassed.
But on the other hand, I wouldn't get another chance. And it occurred to me that Sarah could use her last wish to turn everything back to normal and make both of us forget that any of this had ever happened. I spoke up.
"Just a couple of things," I answered softly, in my new feminine voice. "A few minor changes."
"Tell me all about it, baby," the genie teased. I ignored him, and bulled ahead, despite my embarrassment.
"Four things, actually," I said. "I want to be even shorter. And smaller in proportion. I want to be only about five feet tall. I want longer hair. About this long," I said, indicating a point a few inches below my ass. "I want a totally hairless pussy. And bigger tits." There, I had said it. I was blushing furiously, but at least I had gotten it all out.
"Specific, aren't we?" the genie laughed. "I think little Bobby LIKES being a girl. He certainly seems to like having tits bigger than yours. Is that your fifth wish?" he asked Sarah.
She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. She had seemed surprised when I asked for the changes, particularly when I asked to be even shorter. I didn't really know why I had asked for that myself, only that it turned me on to think of being so tiny, so much smaller than everyone else. But she decided to go along with it.
"All that, and make his wardrobe fit him after the changes," she said.
"Done." I could suddenly feel my hair brushing against my ass cheeks. I felt myself shrinking, as I looked around the room and everything seemed to get taller. That is, I felt myself shrinking, everywhere but my chest. My tits swelled up larger on my chest until they were huge, way bigger than the F-cups I had started with. They were the size of bowling balls. It looked ridiculous on my tiny chest, on a body as petite as mine now was, but it also looked amazingly sexy. My smooth, hairless pussy completed the image. I didn't have any pubic hair now, and all that was visible in my crotch was the naked, obvious slit of my pussy lips, looking for all the world like a pre-teen pussy. That cunt and those tits on this tiny body were such a strange sight, but this was exactly what I had wanted.
Sarah had been examining the changes I had asked for with some surprise on her face, but she shrugged it off.
"Ok, genie, one more wish and then it's back into the lamp with you."
"Are you sure you don't want to wish for a real man, now that your boyfriend's abdicated his manhood? He seems to like this girl stuff too much to ever satisfy you again."
"All I want is for you to make my pussy hairless too, and my tits an F-cup. That's my sixth wish," she said.
"Granted," the genie pronounced, and then he disappeared into the lamp again.
I couldn't see the hair disappearing from Sarah's pussy, since she was dressed, but I could see her tits swell up even through her clothes. I was glad I was still much bigger than her in the chest, even though she was so much bigger than me everywhere else.
"Well, that's it," she said, adjusting her breasts in her now-constrictive bra. "The weekend has now officially started. What do you want to do first?"
"The first thing I'd like to do," I said, "is to borrow your dildo."
"You know about that?" Sarah's eyebrows were raised in surprise. She shrugged. "Oh, well, I guess it doesn't matter. Ok, let me go get it for you."
She brought it back to the living room, where I was waiting naked on the couch. I took it from her and started to go back to the bedroom.
"Wait a minute," Sarah said.
"What?" I asked.
"I, uh..." she hesitated. "Why don't you do it here?"
"Why? You want to watch?"
She nodded.
"I thought you didn't like girls," I said.
"I don't. But I liked watching you with Rob. It turns me on to see you like this, to see what you do to yourself. Kinda weird, huh?"
"Not any weirder than any of the rest of this. Ok," I said, and spread my legs, opening my hairless pussy.
Sarah was divesting herself of her clothes as I slid her huge dildo into my slit. I wanted to be fucked by it, filled by it. I wanted all of it inside of my little hairless pussy, as impossible as I knew it was for a tiny girl like me.
"Does it feel good?" Sarah asked. She had her clothes off and was fingering her own hairless cunt, and fondling her enlarged tits.
"It feels fantastic," I replied.
"Better than being a guy?"
"WAY better," I moaned, made more truthful by the fact that I was filling my pussy with a huge rubber dick, eliciting the most intense erotic feelings I could imagine. I couldn't get enough of this huge dildo.
I discovered the switch on the end sticking out of my pussy, and turned the vibrator on. Ecstasy shot throughout my body. I whimpered again from the sensation.
"It's so weird to watch you fuck yourself with it. I watch you dildo your little hairless pussy and it's so weird. I see you play with yourself and I can't believe you're really my boyfriend." I could see her hand moving, rubbing her clit as she said this, and I knew she was as turned on by seeing me as a girl as I was to know that I was one.
I didn't respond to Sarah's comment this time, because I was already coming. I couldn't believe how fast I had reached orgasm, but it made sense when you realized that I had been waiting all week for this. That I had been wanting all week to have a pussy again so that I could get something up it, so that I could get fucked.
My moan crept upwards as my orgasm washed over me, moving out from the full sensation in my pussy to the tips of my fingers and the bottoms of my feet. Sarah reached her climax at the same time, burying her fingers in her bald pussy and tugging on her breasts as she whimpered in the throes of orgasm. When we both were done, I was lying there splayed out on the couch, not unlike last week, except that I still had the vibrator stuck up my pussy. Sarah occupied a similar position on the other couch.
"That felt great!" I exclaimed to her.
"Well, get used to it," she replied. "I'm sure we'll both be getting fucked a lot this weekend."
"I hope so," I admitted, almost too quiet for her to hear.
After that, we started to get ready to go out that night. That was what Sarah wanted to do, and I wasn't averse to the idea, because at least it would give me a way to go out and find a man to fuck me. Again, I found myself getting dressed up in the sluttiest clothes you've ever seen. My huge tits were bursting out of my low-cut top, and my skirt just barely covered my panties. The big surprise was when I examined my bras. The tag said they were a J-cup! I didn't know they made anything like that! But then again, I didn't have much experience with gigantic tits like the ones I now had.
We decided to go to the same club as last time, the Arabian Nights. Actually, it was Sarah who decided. I just wanted to go where I could find some cock. I wasn't too particular about location.
It was literally seconds after we walked in the door before we were asked to dance. This time, I didn't resist. I thought back to my trip here last week, when I had been making such a big deal out of not dancing with any guys, not talking to any guys. In short, not doing anything that could be of a sexual nature with guys; anything that might lead to flirting.
This time, however, I actively sought out the attention I had refused before. Guys came up to talk to me, and I flirted with them, throwing sexual innuendo after sexual innuendo into the conversation. Guys asked me to dance, and I flung myself on them out on the dance floor. I ground my pussy against them as they thrust their cocks against me. I know it turned them on to have such a tiny little girl throwing herself at them on the dance floor. I know it because I knew it would have turned me on, a week earlier, and also because most of them had hardons I could feel through their clothes.
It wasn't too long, though, before Sarah sought me out, interrupting my non-stop flirting. This wasn't like last time, when she wanted to hang out. This week, we both knew we were just there to pick up men to fuck us.
"I'm heading out," she said into my ear. "We're going to his place," nodding to the guy she had her arm around. I looked him over. He wasn't bad looking, and the package between his legs suggested that he hadn't been shortchanged in the equipment department.
"Ok, I'm sure I can get a ride to the apartment," I said, indicating the two guys I had been flirting with most successfully. "And maybe a ride AT the apartment, as well."
"Two?" said Sarah, raising her eyebrows. "Well, with tits like those I'm not too surprised. Have fun!" And with that she made her way out of the club.
I wasn't too far behind her. Paul and Jim, the guys I had picked out for my pleasure, had come to the club together and offered to drive me home. I'm sure they both had come to hook up with a girl, and they were taking me home expecting that one of them would get lucky and the other would end up watching television on my couch. But that wasn't what I had in mind.
I didn't beat around the bush. I knew what I wanted: a hard cock in my pussy. So I didn't waste any time talking about it. When Paul and Jim dropped me off, I invited both of them inside, and then started undressing as soon as we were in the apartment. I stripped my shirt off even before the door was closed, and pulled my skirt off afterwards, leaving me in my bra and thong panties.
"Do you like what you see, boys?" I asked. They didn't answer with words, but the tents in their pants were all the answer I really wanted.
I led them back to the bedroom in my underwear, taking care to put some extra sway into my hips to show off my perfect ass. I knew my ass looked even better in a g-string, and I was trying to put it to full effect. I don't think my lack of experience with a feminine body hampered me too much. By the time we got to the bedroom, both guys were almost ready to cum in their pants.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked them, turning to face them in front of the bed. "Get undressed. I want you guys to fuck me. What did you think you were here for?"
They looked at each other, unable to believe their luck. Neither of them seemed too reluctant to get undressed in front of the other. I had been sure I could convince them, as fucking a hot little body like mine isn't something most guys would pass up, but I expected it to take a bit more coaxing to get both of them to fuck me at once. I know it would have taken a lot more convincing to get me to do it, when I was a man.
But once they pulled their pants off, I could see why it didn't bother them. Neither of them had anything to be ashamed of. Paul's cock was huge, long and thick. In addition to being nearly twelve inches long, it was shaved completely hairless. Jim's wasn't quite as long, maybe ten inches, but it was even thicker. He still had pubic hair, but in an artificial-looking rectangular pattern above his dick. The penis itself, and his balls, were completely hairless.
I couldn't help myself. I had to have one of those cocks in my mouth. I dropped to my knees in front of Paul, reaching up to stroke the hot length of his shaft. I didn't tease him like I had Rob the week before. I wanted to suck his dick too badly to do that. I just engulfed it in my hot, horny mouth all at once.
While I was sucking Paul off, I reached out to grasp Jim's cock and stroke it, to bring him some pleasure as well. But my real focus was on Paul. My wet lips slid up and down the smooth, hairless skin of his dick. With my other hand, I was stroking it at the base, feeling how smooth and soft the skin felt on the hard shaft. I loved the feel of his hairless cock.
Jim's cock, in my other hand, wasn't too bad either. The part I was actually stroking was as smooth as Paul's, and it was so thick that I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. Admittedly, my hands were much smaller now that I was an amazingly petite woman, but that's still a pretty thick penis.
I realized what kind of thoughts had been running through my head. I was worshipping these guys' cocks! I had turned myself into some kind of penis-worshipping slut!
I found I didn't care. I just loved to slide the long length of their cocks between my lips or through my hands. I couldn't get enough.
It didn't take too much of that treatment before Paul shot his load. His hips started to buck faster, and I started to suck harder, until his huge wad of hot cum shot out and into my mouth. I couldn't imagine wanting anything more. I loved the salty taste of his cum, and I sucked his dick for more, aching for every drop I could get. As his penis softened in my mouth, I licked it clean of every bit of cum before I released it from between my lips.
Reaching behind me, I unhooked my enormous bra to free my gigantic titties. I could feel them bounce on my chest as they were released from their prison. Paul settled to the floor beside me and started to fondle my huge mammaries as I shifted my attention more fully to Jim's dick.
I took Jim's cock into my mouth with an effort. I had to open wide to swallow his huge monster. He bucked his hips against my face, and I knew he was close to his orgasm already from the handjob I had been giving him.
Paul's hands on my giant breasts were distracting me somewhat, though. I could feel him, feeling me up, running his hands over my huge, rounded tits. the feelings I got when he brushed a nipple were more intense than any sensation I had felt as a man, and convinced me immediately that I had picked the right way to spend the weekend. At that moment, I wanted to spend the whole weekend doing exactly what I was doing then: getting felt up while sucking a dick. Having my huge titties fondled with a penis in my mouth.