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*** PROLOGUE ***

He should have suspected a trick. What where the odds? And now here
he was in lobby of a motel, fighting a rising hunger as between his
soft, curvy thighs a vagina - his vagina - was softly pulsing, wet,
eager to be penetrated. The thought repulsed him but his new,
oversexed body was calling the shots now. He had been a fool, a
gullible male fool, to let himself be tricked like that...


*** THE TRAFFIC JAM ***

It was a hot, summer day. David drummed his fingers impatiently on the
steering wheel of his beat-up Civic, his worldly possessions (such as
they were) crammed into the limited trunk space of the hatchback.
University had just ended, and his diploma lay on the seat next to him,
wilting slightly in the heat. With his parents having died two years
ago in a car crash, he had nowhere to go once the dorms closed, so he
desultorily drove west, with a vague hope of perhaps landing a job on
the west coast.

Now here he was, stuck on a side road in the Rockies while an unbroken
line of unmoving cars stretched out before him. In the distance, he
could an ambulance and some tow trucks holding up the road. It looked
like a bad accident, he could be there for some time. He contemplated
turning around, not realizing that doing so would have been the best
decision he ever made.

The driver's door on the VW Rabbit ahead of him opened, and a pair of
female legs swung out. The feet were enclosed in scuffed sandals, and
the bare calfs, reaching upwards into smooth creamy thighs,immediately
caught David's attention. The legs were followed by the girl herself,
a vision of curvy femininity. A short denim skirt stretched over wide
hips, her bare middriff allowing him to see the hint of purple panties
underneath.

Her top was a brown, stretchy tank top that molded itself nicely over
heavy breasts. Her delicate shoulders and cleavage matched the color
of her creamy thighs, but were covered in a spray of freckles. Her
face was cute, with pink lips, a freckled nose, and brown eyes that
squinted in the noonlight sun. Her hair was chestnut brown, with a
cute, shoulder-length cut. An old canvas bag was slung over her
shoulder.

An infrequent mountain breeze blew, bringing with it the chill of
higher climes. David welcomed it, but the girl shivered and David
could see hard points suddenly poke through the fabric over her chest.
David stared and began to grow hard.

As if it were a signal, the girl met his eyes. She stared, seemingly
fingering something in the canvas bag on her shoulder, and David could
see wonderment, and something else, in her eyes. She seemed to tremble
for a moment, then closed her eyes and leaned against the car. David
could see her legs rub together, with only made him harder. She opened
her eyes again, looked at him, and this time he didn't see anything
except steely determination.

She walked over to his car, and bent over to speak with him. David
could see the freckled expanse of her upper chest, the tank top fabric
barely containing her large breasts, which he thought were a D or a
very lucky C. He saw that she wore no bra, the breasts jiggling
enticingly and freely below the fabric. He shifted and hoped she would
not see his erection. Damn, she was hot!

"It sucks, huh," she said. "The accident, I mean."

"Um...yeah," said David.

"My name's Susan."

"David," he replied.

"Listen, it's going to be at least a couple of hours before they clear
that mess up." She cast her eyes along the steep, wooded slope that
bordered the road.

"Up there, I bet we can get a nice vantage point of the accident. It
looks cooler, as well. I've got a couple of drinks in my car, want to
go up there and watch?"

She continued in a rush. David wondered why she looked so nervous.

She saw the look he gave her, and stammered, "It would make the time
pass faster. I'm not keen on spending that much time out here, not
with it being so hot. And it would be nice to have someone to talk
to."

"That sounds like a great idea!" And it did. "Let's move our cars to
the shoulder. That way we won't hold up traffic if it does clear
before we get down," David reasoned.

"Sure." And she smiled.


*** THE MOUNTAIN PATH ***

And so, 10 minutes later, David was following Susan up a steep,
overgrown path that led up the side of the mountain. The shade was
very welcome, and a cool breeze occasionally blew, keeping Susan's
nipples attractively erect. It carried her scent on the air, and David
inhaled deeply when it did, it was a very pleasing mix of heather and
subtle female odors.

Once he also smelled the arousing scent of a pussy in heat, and
startled, he looked up at her. She was close, navigating over a fallen
log, her leg lifted up and over, causing the denim skirt to rise up and
reveal her purple satin panties. He stared at the wet oval decorating
its gusset, and then she was over and it disappeared again. No.. surely
not, he thought. That sort of thing only happened in porn stories, he
must have imagined it. His cock was rock hard.

They reached a small open clearing, covered with thick moss and low
shrubs.

"Here," she said, and pointed down. David peered down, and saw the
snakelike line of cars, including their own. In the distance he could
see the accident scene. It didn't look anywhere close to being cleaned
up.

They sat down together, sweating from the hard climb. She reached into
her canvas bag and pulled out two bottles of water. "Here", she said,
tossing him a half-full, opened bottle. "Sorry about it being opened,
hope you don't mind" she said, looking away. "Not a problem" David
smiled, and downed the whole thing. It felt good, though it tasted
salty. She turned back to him and smiled, the first real smile she had
made since meeting him.

They sat down together and watched the accident for a while, talking as
they did. David found out that Susan, like him, had no parents. Or
rather, she had a mother who was an alcoholic and a father that had
abused her, and was no longer speaking to either. As they talked, he
watched her curiously. She was becoming more and more nervous, her
nipples continued to be hard points and a couple of times now David
could swear he could smell her pussy. Strangely enough, his erection
would not stop, it was incredibly hard to the point of being painful.
He had a feeling that she was working up the courage to fuck him! He
was only half-right.

David suddenly felt a rush of dizziness, and had to steady himself
before he fell over. Susan said "I'm sorry." and there were tears in
her eyes. David tried to say "Sorry for what?" but his mouth would not
speak. His arm gave way and he tumbled to the ground.

He watched as Susan dug into her canvas back and pulled out what
appeared to be a 2-inch wide black ring with golden symbols on its
circumference. She knelt over his prostate body and opened his jeans,
tugging them down over his hips. His cock tented his boxers, and a
small wet spot showed where the precum had leaked out. She tugged down
his boxers and his cock popped out, larger than he had ever seen it,
its purple head swaying.

"Oh yes" she sighed, and before he knew it all 6 inches of his penis
were engulfed in her mouth. She deep throated him, but the paralysis
prevented him from making any sounds except for his rapid breathing.
With a pop, she let his cock go, and fitted the ring over the head,
taking advantage of her saliva to push it all the way down to the base
of his penis.

"Finally I'll be rid of it" She moaned as she straddled his body,
reaching under her skirt to move her panties aside. David hadn't
imagined it, the panties were soaked with her cream. She tugged the
fabric over her mound, revealing her soaking pussy. The labia were
engorged and shining with juice,
and her clit was swollen.

"You have a nice body David," she said. "I'm so sorry I have to do
this to you," she cried out softly as she knelt and David's rock hard
cock disappeared into the slipperly depths of her vagina. His eyes
nearly bulged out at the pleasure as her pussy grabbed and stroked his
shaft. The cock ring she had fitted him with instantly became hot, and
he swore it felt like it was pulsing.

The next couple of minutes were a blur as Susan fucked him
relentlessly. "OH! OH! OH!" she cried out, her hips nearly a blur, her
cream-lubricated canal sliding, coaxing, kneading his shaft. Her
breasts moved like living things under her shirt, swaying and bouncing,
the nipples completely erect.

The dizziness was increasing to the point where everything was blurry
now. The cock ring felt red-hot and his cock, despite the weirdness of
the situation, remained rock hard. Susan pounded his body, moaning and
shaking. She had already come a couple of times, her canal grabbing and
stroking his cock, coaxing David's shaft to give up its jism even as
Susan's vagina bathed it in pussy cream.

David could feel his balls tightening, and with a sudden rush he was
coming inside her, spraying hard, his cum filling her as she herself
came, her vagina grabbing and pulsing around his rod as it greedly
sucked his cum into her depths. His cock continued to spurt and then
he felt a horrible cutting and tearing sensation in his crotch! It was
followed by the even more horrifying sensation of unfamiliar muscles
forming in his pelvis, twitching and pulsing around a hard invader.

She stood up, and unbelievably, he could feel something slide out of
himself. He heard Susan squeal in glee, but he could barely see her
through the dizziness. She seemed to be cradling something between her
legs. From far away David heard her excited voice as something
twitched between his own legs.

"I'm so sorry David, but it was driving me insane. You're a good
person, but if I hadn't done this I would have killed myself before
long. The witch said I would know when the time came, and she was
right!"

As everything faded away, she said, "I only hope you are stronger than
me."


*** THE CHANGE ***

David woke up hours later, his head pounding. He stood up, groaning,
and looked around. He saw that the sun had almost set. What was he
doing here? He had a dim memory of coming up here with a girl... she
said her name was Susan. He remembered that they had sex... and
then... nothing!

He looked down and saw his jeans were on and the belt buckled, he
didn't notice that his crotch was strangely flat. Had he imagined the
whole thing? He certainly wasn't imagining his dizziness. Maybe it
was just a fantastic hallucination brought on by heat exhaustion? It
was cooler now. He'd better return to the car.

He started walking down the path. The dizziness David was feeling,
however, did not go away. There was something else as well, though he
couldn't put his finger on it. If he were thinking properly, he would
have realized that it was not a feeling, but the lack of one... there
was no longer any penis swinging between his legs, no longer any balls
hanging down there. Instead he cradled a moist pussy between his legs.

David did not know that the curse that Susan had passed on was upon
him, starting to affect him with small changes... the labia starting to
engorge, a swelling bud peeking from underneath its hood, a little
moistness starting at the back of his canal. He did not notice the
very first, almost imperceptible twitch deep in his groin as his vagina
flexed for the first time, the moisture in the back of his canal
starting to bead into cream!

As David walked down the path, he found himself hoping that he would
see Susan again. Maybe it wasn't a dream, it had seemed so real. He
could still smell her in his mind, the scent of summer wind, heather
and the subtle musk of a woman. He did not realize that it was himself
he was smelling, that already his skin was starting to become smooth
and produce that wonderful female smell even as it turned a creamy
white! The smell brought back the memory of their earlier fuck, and as
the image popped into his mind, he felt a strong, unfamiliar tightening
inside his hips.

He paused, shocked. Something was very wrong! He rubbed at his crotch,
and instead of the comforting bulge of his cock or the reassuring
weight of his balls, he felt a soft flatness! Soft, moistening folds
twitched at the contact. Wide-eyed, he rubbed again, seeking, and was
rewarded by a deep throb in his new canal as his hand rubbed his
swollen labia and ran over his erect clit.

The blood drained from his face and he thrust his hands into his jeans,
his fingers seeking more direct proof. His fingers rubbed against a
cleft mound, his fingers rubbing along and and slightly separating his
labia, causing him to gasp as he felt the uniquely female sensation of
having his pussy lips stroked and parted! He yanked his hand back, his
pussy twitching convulsively as cream starting to flow from the back of
his canal. It hadn't reached his new opening yet, but would soon.
Trembling, he moved his slightly moist hand to his face. There was no
mistaking the pussy odor.

That bitch! What had she done to him? David decided the best thing to
do now would be to get back to their cars as quickly as he could. It
certainly beat passing out, which felt like a very real possibility
right now. No doubt Susan would be waiting there for him. She had to
be waiting there!

She had to fix this! "SUSAN!" He yelled as loudly as he could. "WHERE
ARE YOU? SUSAN!!" The empty woods made no reply. Between his legs, his
pussy mutely twitched, and he started to sweat in fear. Warmth flooded
his groin, and inside his hips he could feel an emerging feeling of
emptiness. They were feelings any woman would instantly recognize -
the feeling of female arousal.

He quickly headed down the path. Through a break in the trees, David
could see the road down below. The accident must have been cleaned up,
as there was very little traffic. He looked but his car was gone! He
could still see the blue VW rabbit though. He prayed that Susan was
still there. He started hurrying as fast as he could given the path's
overgrown state and steep incline.

He couldn't believe he had a pussy! But he could feel it between his
legs, feel it swelling subtly. He became aware of a moistness there,
the feeling of emptiness growing. He pressed on his groin with his
hand, but felt only pressure on his curving mound, and the empty
feeling grew into an ache. He moaned as he realized there was only one
way to fill it, and jerked his hand back.

A twinge started in David's back, right above his ass. It grew worse
as he walked. He stopped for a second and pressed his hand against the
small of his back. It felt good, so he pressed a little more. He
heard a crack in his back, and the pain went away. He continued down
the path, unaware that his ass was more thrust out now, more rounded
than before. The cream flowing down his new canal finally started
seeping out of his vagina, a pearly drop forming at the base of his
labia. It was absorbed by his boxers, forming a tiny spot, and as it
did, the boxers started to change.

David started to fidget and tug at the waistband of his jeans. His
boxers felt too tight against him, like the fabric was riding up or
something. He felt smooth fabric cling to his new mound, and he felt a
stab of alien pleasure as the unfamiliar muscles in his pelvis throbbed
again.

The twinge in his back was back, worse than before. He pressed the
small of his back again, but it was not enough. The pain increased
along with a new feeling, a pressure within his pelvis. David groaned
in pain and leaned against a tree, arching his back, desperately trying
to relieve the pain and the pressure. Inside his hips, a tunnel
engorged, lubricated with female cream.

A loud crack echoed through the woods, followed by a loud grunt from
David and a ripping sound.

David sighed in relief and stood back up. His hips no longer ached,
but he had felt the seat of his jeans rip, the fabric splitting over
his curiously swollen bottom. He looked over his shoulder and saw with
horror that he now had the curvy hips and ass of a woman. Through the
split in his jeans David could see the satin fabric of a pair of purple
panties covering his new, rounded female ass.

Though horrified, the sight nonetheless was arousing. His honey had
not stopped flowing, and a thin, faint line of pussy juice now
decorated the gusset of David's panties. Behind the gusset of his new
panties, David felt yet another pleasurable throb, the foreign female
pleasure causing his heart to race in fear. He was changing! It
wasn't stopping with his pussy! He whimpered in horror as he realized
he might soon have breasts!

He turned and continued down the path, even faster than before.
Branches whipped around him, scratching his skin, which was now
hairless and soft. A thin layer of fat developed under it, adding to
the developing curviness of his body. He scratched at his chest, and
his nipples started to ache. Underneath his jeans, beneath the smooth
satin fabric covering his new mound, his bush shriveled, became
chestnut brown, and rearranged itself into a sparse, soft triangle
above his slick folds.

His jeans were starting to grow tight again, but this time not over his
ass, but over his thighs. His nipples ached and throbbed, and he
scratched them again, causing the areolas to lighten, pinken, and
double in size. He stopped again as the pressure in his thighs grew
too strong to ignore. Another ripping sound echoed through the woods.
David looked down and saw soft, creamy white flesh through the ripped
seams of his legs. Sobbing he looked back up, unaware that his nipples
now tented his t-shirt, the thick hard points telegraphing his
developing body's intentions. The throbbing between his legs became
stronger and more frequent, and the wet achiness was growing almost
painful.

He practically dove down the path now. Another pain lanced through his
body, and he pressed his hand to his belly. Beneath it, he could feel
soft, swelling flesh. He pulled up the bottom of his t-shirt and gazed
at white, soft belly as it developed a slight roundness as his
developing uterus pushed it out. He dropped it and cried out, the cry
ending in mid-gasp as his waist suddenly contracted. Within him, his
cream-soaked canal connected to his new womb, and with a cry, he became
fertile.

He stumbled and his foot landed hard, sending a shock through his
changin body. The coarse fabric of his t-shirt lanced across his
aching, pink nipples. He gasped as his new pussy spasmed, and stopped
in shock. His pussy slowly unclenched, and he could feel a warm liquid
sensation in his crotch as cream slid out, adding to the moisture on
his gusset. "Oh god," he thought as he registered the slipperiness
between his legs for the first time... "I'm actually becoming wet!"
The line of cream on David's panties was no longer a line, it was now a
growing oval.

David staggered down the path, trying to keep his balance and ignore
the growing changes to his body, but his creamy thick thighs and wide
hips made it impossible, even if he could ignore the quivering,
slippery vulva between his legs. His now-ill fitting, torn jeans
slipped down his waist and lodged on his hips, showing the top of
David's purple satin panties, as if it weren't obvious from the panty-
clad ass clearly visible through the torn seat. His pussy continued to
throb, his inner walls rippling with female pleasure!

As he ran, David started to feel a wobble in his chest. He pulled the
collar of his t-shirt away and looked inside, and immediately wished he
hadn't. David watched as the thick, cherry-tipped disks on his chest
suddenly swelled and distended outwards. David felt one of them and
below his now female nipple he felt a hard lump. The hard lump
throbbed tenderly again and doubled in size, the expanding girlflesh
pushing the nipple into his hand. The sensation caused David's vagina
to flex again, and he cried as he felt more cream slide out, making him
even more wet.

He reached the fallen log, and was afflicted with a perverse sense of
deja vu as he lifted a trembling, female thigh to climb over it.
David's panties clung tight to his mound as he spread his legs, and he
could feel the terrifying sensation of his pussy lips parting fully,
exposing his wet, twitching, receptive vagina. The wet oval on his
gusset had doubled in size now, his soaked vulva soft and completely
penetrable! His nymphomania was raging now, and if Susan were there
she could have explained to him that it could only end in one way -
with an orgasm. It would come whether or not he wanted it!

The hard lumps on his chest were growing quickly now, already the
mounds on his chest were the size of plums. The throbbed tenderly and
he moaned as they pulsed again, pushing against his t-shirt. He leaned
on a tree as he stared down the path. He wasn't far now, but the
unbelievably erotic sensations emanating from his chest prevented him
from moving. He could feel his pussy twitching wildly, the wet folds
quivering, as David's breasts swelled to their full size, the fabric of
his t-shirt sliding over the girlflesh.

David's heavy mammaries stretched his t-shirt almost to ripping, and
the hem of his shirt was lifted over his belly, revealing the top of
his panties peeking over his jeans. He hefted one of them, eyes
bulging. The sensation of a heavy breast in his hand was not
unfamiliar, but the feeling of having a soft, sensitive mammary lifted
certainly was!

Between his hips, his canal fully engorged and widened, filled with
cream, now ready to accept a thick cock! His pussy spasmed hard, the
wet passage contracting, waiting for a cock to drive deep into David's
lubricated vagina so it could knead and stroke it into delivering its
thick jism! The wet, aching feeling was becoming almost intolerable,
and he had to force himself not to plunge his hand into his creaming
passage!

He ran down the path now, his breasts swaying and jiggling under his
shirt. It was a horrible, completely alien sensation. Each time the
fabric of the T rubbed against his nipples, David's vagina gave a
reflexive throb, squeezing out more of his cream. He was almost there!
His cunt felt swollen and soon the reflexive throb turned into a
constant pulsing, his little pink bud starting to tingle. He didn't
know how close he was to his first female orgasm.

His nipples were hard little marbles, his breasts completely swollen in
arousal, his cream rubbing all over his panties. He could feel itching
in his scalp, and a tightness in his face. He panted as he ran, a
small pink tongue licking swelling lips. The gusset between his legs
was pregnant with his juices.

Almost unaware of where he was stepping, he tripped on a root and
sprawled onto his face. The incline of the slope caused him to cruelly
slide a couple of feet over the rough forest floor. The painful
sensation of the ground abrading over David's breasts through the t-
shirt was all the extra stimulus
that his body needed.

"Ugh...ugh...NnNnnnng," he moaned, his voice raising in pitch. He lay
there, desperately trying to control himself as chestnut locks
slithered over his tear-streaked, scratched face, but it was useless.
His labia started to quiver, a wave of wet heat spreading over his
body. "Uh...uhhhh..." he moaned, his vagina tensing, his clit tingling
madly!

"AAAAAAAHHH!" David screamed with a woman's voice as his body released!
His face scrunched as he felt his vagina suddenly relax, then start
thumping, flexing and pulsing, his pussy juices flowing freely,
flooding his panties, as between his hips his canal squeezed and
throbbed, seeking a male shaft to stroke and bathe in David's cream!

His nose sharpened and chin smoothed, and as he shuddered in time to
the wet pulsing of his vulva, his face lost its angles and became round
and smooth. David's slippery walls clutched spasmodically, then slowly
the thumping and flexing died down.

When he lifted his face again, all trace of David was gone. It was the
face of a woman, a tear-streaked, frightened face that peered miserably
through a curtain of chestnut hair.


*** THE MOTEL ***

David didn't know how long he lay there, but eventually he got up. His
abraded breasts, visible through a rip in his shirt, stung. His jeans
had been pulled down by his fall, exposing his purple satin panties,
which were completely wet now. He could smell himself, the smell of a
woman in heat. He had flooded his panties with his cream, and it was
flowing down his thighs. He felt completely disjointed, and tears
started to flow down his face. My god... he thought, feeling his pussy
twitching slightly, my god! What happened to him! What the fuck! He
felt sick, and doubled over, throwing up. He leaned against a tree,
the world spinning, his female body shaking.

After a while he calmed down enough to try and resume his search for
Susan.

He tried pulling up his jeans, but they were completely ruined. The
seat had been torn out by widening female hips and a swollen, jiggling
ass, and a long, nasty rip up one leg meant it wouldn't even stay on
his wide hips. He wrapped the remains around his waist, forming a
makeshift skirt, and walked down the darkening path. His panty-clad
behind sometimes emerging below the back, while in the front an
alluring pantied female mound could be seen peeking underneath the
skirt.

He stepped out of the woods. The sun had set below the line of
mountains, and the first stars were coming out. He was thankful that
there was no one around to see him as he scurried over to the blue VW
Rabbit. There was no trace of his car, and no trace of Susan. She had
no doubt left in his car. He tried the door of the Rabbit. Locked!
He desperately cast around, hoping, she had not taken the keys. He
wanted to get in before anyone saw him. His shiny purple panties were
all too obvious below his makeshift skirt, and his t-shirt had been
ripped open by the fall, one of his breasts hanging out, the pink teat
erect in the cool night air.

On impulse, David checked the pockets of the jeans, unwrapping his
curvy hips. His wallet was gone! But he had keys - not his keys, they
must belong to Susan. Like his, the keyring barely held anything. A
car key, and something else that might have been a locker key. He
unlocked the Rabbit and got in. As he sat down he became acutely aware
of the wetness of his crotch. He glanced around and saw that she, like
him, had piled everything she owned in the back. It was even less than
what he had. A canvas bag, a tattered suitcase, and little else. Junk
food wrappers and empty cups of coffee littered the floor. He checked
the canvas bag. He found two empty water bottles, but no sign of the
strange black-and-gold cock ring.

He had to find Susan, and was immediately faced with an difficult
decision. Had she gone forward, or turned back? She already had a
couple of hours on him. As he sat there pondering, he felt his pussy
twitch again. He instantly made up his mind and turned around, going
back. It was a long shot, but maybe Susan figured she could lose him
that way. He rolled open a window to help clear out the odor of soaked
pussy, and hit the gas.

He tried his best to ignore his body, but it was impossible. The smell
of his pussy, while attenuated, still permeated the car. Every bump in
the road caused his heavy breasts to wobble and sway on his chest, and
the cold air from the open window kept the nipple on his exposed breast
crinkly and erect. David felt like he was living in a nightmare. He
didn't even think, his eyes frantically searched the road for any sign
of his car.

Hours later he realized he was never going to find her this way. He
had almost burnt out the motor of the VW going as fast as he could, but
never caught up to her, and soon rolled into a town from which Susan
could have taken any number of roads out. Completely exhausted, David
found a motel and parked. He slumped over the steering wheel and wept,
the shock and exhaustion starting to catch up with him.

After a couple of minutes he recovered his grip, and wiped the tears
from his eyes. Grateful for the semi-darkness that cloaked the car,
David unbuckled his seat belt and reached around into the back, a risky
move - anyone looking into the car at that point would have seen the
rounded ass of a young woman covered by a set of satin purple panties.

David groped for the suitcase, his breasts swaying below him on his
chest. He didn't know how women put up with them. They were always
getting in the way, either bumping against things or getting in the way
of his hands. Worse, even simple contact caused his pussy to twitch. A
tenseness has been building up in him over the last two hours, and the
last thing he wanted was to have it released.

He quickly found a purse, which he took to examine later.

He pawed through the suitcase, squinting to see anything in the
darkness. He found a pair of women's jeans, which he gratefully
grabbed, and an orange tank top. David flopped back into the driver's
seat. He started to pull down his purple satin panties, but paused,
staring at them. They stretched tight over his pale hips, and the
stained gusset outlined the soft mound it contained, cradled between
thick creamy thighs. The sight made David's heart race!

His body may be female but his mind was still definitely male. His
pussy twitched as he was aroused, and once again, moisture started to
seep into the depths of his canal. Though he didn't know it, his
nymphomania had once again been triggered and was slowly building up to
its inevitable conclusion!

David pulled down his damp panties, grimacing as the gusset stuck
lightly to his sticky, soft mound. The odor of stale pussy filled the
air as he raised both soft thighs and drew the panties off his legs.
David threw his panties into the back in disgust. He pulled off his
ripped shirt as well, and threw that into the back. David realized
with a shock that he was completely naked, and with a hurry pulled the
orange tank top over his upper body. The sensation of the fabric
sliding over his nipples made him gasp, and they immediately erected.
His breasts swelled subtly, inviting hands to grasp and tease them.

David's nether lips twitched, and below the sparse inverted triangle of
his bush, his female cream started to slide down his canal, slowly
approaching his opening.

Unaware still of his body's sexual preparations, beyond a certain
tenseness, David realized he didn't have any underwear. He thought
briefly of digging in the back for something, but dismissed it just as
quickly. No way was he wearing panties again! He resolved as soon as
possible to pick up a pack of boxers, and some real clothes. He pulled
up the jeans and grunted slightly as he buttoned them, they were pretty
tight! His gazed in dismay at the flat surface of his groin, and felt
twitching in his hips. Soon, he thought. Soon he would set this to
right!

He grabbed the purse and quickly checked it. Good, there was some cash
there. Not much, but enough. He'd check out the rest later. He
opened the door, stepped out, and walked to the front desk.

As he walked across the lobby, he became shockingly aware as to why
women always wore panties when they wore pants. The rough inner seam
of his jeans was rubbing against David's sensitive inner lips. Already
slightly engorged by his rising nymphomania, the rubbing caused a
series of twitches to ripple through David's groin. He bit his lip and
refrained from making a sound, and minced to the front desk. Behind
the fabric of his jeans, David's labia engorged fully and his clit
pushed out from underneath its hood. David's nether lips split
slightly, and a glint of moisture appeared. His cream now covered his
inner walls, his canal fully lubricated.

David stopped as he felt moistness creep into his new slit. He became
aware that he was feeling something, something that his frightened mind
could only identify as pleasurable. The sensation was very strange,
very alien - the feeling of a wet, gnawing emptiness in his hips.
David was aghast - how could he possible be aroused at a time like
this? Steeling himself, he approached the counter.

The clerk, a young man clearly just out of adolescence, perked up
immediately as he watched the sexy chestnut-haired woman approach the
desk. Her face was flushed and her erect nipples showed clearly
through her orange tank top.

"Can I help you?" he asked, adding mentally, (get fucked). He hoped
she wouldn't see his boner.

"I just need a room for the night," David replied. He nearly jumped as
he heard his voice, a woman's voice, come from his mouth. Nervously
David licked his swollen pink lips with his tongue, unaware of the
effect this was having on the horny young clerk.

They went through the formalities. David started fidgeting. His
vagina wouldn't stop twitching, like it was ticklish. Like a living
thing, alternatively tightened and relaxed. David was acutely aware of
his breasts, they felt turgid and swollen, the pink nipples hardening
painfully.

The young clerk turned around to get the room key from the board and
when he turned back, David could see the bulge in his pants. His pussy
immediately clenched! He accepted the key with a stammered 'thank you'
as he felt his vagina relax and pulse slightly. Cream was now oozing
from his slit and onto the inside of his jeans. He turned around and
walked back outside, acutely aware of the slippery mound between his
thighs!

He hurried down to his room. He didn't know what was going on, only
that he had to get somewhere private, somewhere safe, and quick! His
vagina, spurred on by the rubbing seam, was now throbbing, and more and
more cream was trickling from his wet hole. Unabsorbed by the dense
fabric of the jeans, it started to trickle down a creamy thigh. He
opened the door, dashed inside the room, and slammed it shut. David's
pussy throbbed and ached, and his hands fumbled at the button of his
jeans, struggling to undo them, but the tight jeans resisted. His
swollen little clit was starting to tingle.

It wasn't fair! Why was this happeneing to him! Women weren't like
this, were they? No way were they this horny all the time! He finally
managed to undo his jeans and pull them down, the sight of his pussy,
lips open and shining with moisture, cream emerging from between them,
a thin thread of it connecting to the inseam of his jeans, did him in.
"a...a....AAAA!!!" he wailed as his pussy spasmed hard, a tiny gout of
cream spurting out, his breasts aching with need, his canal thumping
and flexing.

He panted as the thumping in his crotch gradually subsided, and tears
started flowing down his face. How long he cried he didn't know. At
the end of it, he wrapped a towel around his curvy lower half and went
out to fetch the suitcase from the car. He threw it on the floor, and,
overwhelmed by fatigue, decided to check it out tomorrow. He moved on
over to the bed, and overwhelmed, collapsed onto it and promptly fell
asleep, still wearing the towel and his tank top, his breasts flattened
beneath him.


*** WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS ***

David's sleep was filled with nightmares. A mocking female face,
Susan's face, kept appearing, and there was frequently a cutting,
tearing sensation and the feeling of heat on his cock. As his sleep
slowly faded into wakefulness, he became aware of a smell, a female
smell... the smell of an aroused pussy. It smelled good, and he kept
manipulating it, his fingers stroking the clit of the mystery woman,
spreading her wet nether lips, and dipping into the opening to stroke
it and spread the cream around. At the same time, he could feel a
warm, liquid sensation, like she was sucking or licking his cock. Then
came an alien feeling of penetration, and David's eyes flew open.

During the night his towel had come off his curvy lower half, and one
pale, slender hand was buried between two creamy, thick thighs, which
rubbed together, spreading wetness from his engorged pussy onto them.
The sight was completely erotic, and landed like a hammerfall on his
mind, his nymphomania overriding his horror. "Uh! Oh! AA!" He panted,
and his thighs clamped together as he writhed on the bed, his cream
flooding onto his prisoned hand as his pussy flexed and throbbed.

As the throbbing died down, tears stung David's eyes. Any hope that
yesterday had just been a nightware were dashed completely. A hand,
sticky with female cum, rose and rubbed the tears from his eyes. The
smell of pussy was heavy in the air. Oh god, he needed a shower.

He swung his thick, creamy thighs off the bed. As his wide hips
shifted across the sheets, they left behind a trail of cream. He
sighed and pulled the orange tank over his head, the action lifting his
heavy breasts and then causing them to fall, jiggling. The cool
morning air nipped at his breasts, causing David's nipples to erect.
He got up and his breath caught as he saw Susan out of the corner of
his eye! David jumped up and whirled to face her, his breasts jiggling
wildly as he did.

The tremors in his chest died down and stared, crestfallen, at the
mirror. He approached it, embarrasingly aware of the stickiness of his
crotch, and stared at the reflection. A woman's tired face stared back
at him, tear-streaks cleary visible on the face that was still dirty
and scratched from his tumble yesterday. Her hair was a mess, and the
rest of her body was no better, dirty in places with scratches marring
the smooth creaminess of her skin.

He had first thought that he had switched bodies with Susan, but as he
looked at himself carefully in the mirror, he realized that the woman
in the mirror, while it could be Susan's sister, was a stranger. It
was as if some of David's characteristics had been imprinted on Susan,
resulting in a woman who could have been related to either of them. He
leaned over to examine the face more closely, and felt the tug on his
chest from his new breasts. He straightened up and looked at them.

One breast in particular caught the brunt of his fall yesterday, and
had a sc**** besides one plump, erect nipple. He stroked the other
one, and felt a tightening in his new slit. He looked at his groin in
the mirror. Susan's sparse bush did nothing to conceal the slit
underneath. Her crotch and the insides of her thighs were a mess,
completely sticky with a mixture of dried and wet pussy juice.

Despite the rough appearance, David's body was nonetheless sexy as
hell. While no one would ever call his body thin, it wasn't fat either,
and his shape was voluptuous, with thick, feminine thighs, wide hips
and heavy breasts. The sight aroused his male brain, and his wet pussy
reflexively clenched.

He watched the reflection as a slender hand reached up and cupped one
of the heavy breasts, lifting and supporting it, and was suddenly aware
of the alien sensation of his own breast being lifted and supported.
The hand dropped the breast, causing tremors to to ripple across it,
and David felt the breast on his chest jiggle, the nipple erecting even
further. He felt his nether lips twitch again, and turned away. No
way was he going to be subjected to that again!

First things first. He got into the shower, and immediately gasped as
the hot water burned his sensitive skin. He turned the hot water way
down, more than he was used to, and got to the business of cleaning his
female body. It wasn't easy. David thought that perhaps it was a good
thing that he had just come, for soaping down his curvy body was
extemely erotic. His pussy twitched constantly as he soaped up his
heavy breasts, and when he washed the insides of his creamy, thick
thighs. His breasts swayed and jiggled underneath him, constantly
getting in the way as did his wide hips. He could not believe how much
fuller and rounder his ass was now. The suds dripped off the swollen
spheres, trickling down the crack of his ass onto his mound, and
dripped off his sensitive labia.

He got out of the shower and dried himself off, which was another
adventure. As he did, he became aware of another need of nature, and
looked trepidately at the toilet. He wasn't even sure he knew how!
But he knew enough to know that women sat to pee. He planted his wide
hips on the bowl and spread his legs, feeling his nether lips parting,
and experimented with relaxing the muscles in his pelvis. It didn't
take long for the pee to start flowing. Like everything else with this
alien body, it was a strange, distressing feeling. It didn't come out
in a tight stream, but a messy flood. A piece of trivia rose up from
dim memory, and he wiped front to back, his pussy twitching as it was
rubbed.

He got up and faced the mirror. One more thing. It was something he
had done every day, every year since he entered adolescence, and he'd
be damned if he stopped now just because he didn't need to anymore. He
cast about the room and located the complimentary razor and shaving
cream. He poured some shaving cream into a white, slender hand and
rubbed it onto his smooth, soft cheeks, round chin and above and below
his plump, pink lips. He drew the blade across his freckled face, the
razor removing nothing except for his natural female down. He rinsed
his face and peered into the mirror. blood welled from a minor cut,
but that didn't matter. David felt like he had accomplished something,
regained a portion of his male dignity.

He wrapped a towel around his curvy body and left the bathroom. With
one swift motion he upended the contents of the suitcase onto the bed.
Tank tops, jeans, skirts, shorts, a bra, a summer dress and lots of
panties fluttered down. It was time to figure out what he was dealing
with. He sorted through the pile, but it was mostly clothes. He found
a small zip bag, and upended that too. A woman's razor, shaving gel,
shampoo, soap, a pair of nail clippers, toothpaste and toothbrush
tumbled out as well as a small flat case. He opened it and saw a couple
of tampons inside. His face blanched and he quickly shut it. God he
needed to find Susan quick!

The purse yielded more clues. A driver's license. He looked at the
face in surprise - the blond, blue-eyed woman there bore no resemblence
to Susan. Lipstick. A wallet which held a paltry sum of money and a
single credit card, but little else. No sign of the black and gold
cock ring that David was sure allowed her to steal his body. David had
never known a girl who travelled so light, and he suspected Susan knew
she was embarking on a one-way trip, and had deliberately left nothing
behind that could be used to trace her. The name on the driver's
license was SUSAN MILLER, as it was on the credit card. It was pretty
generic, and David wondered if the name was fake.

David picked up the phone and called the credit card company, and found
out that the credit card was nearly maxed out, with only about 100$
left on it. He tried to get further, but was stonewalled by his
inability to answer any of the questions the operator asked about
Susan's personal information. In disgust, he rang off.

The rising sun promised the day would be a scorcher, and David knew he
needed to be off soon. He turned to the pile on the bed. He grimaced
in annoyance but realized that if he didn't want a repeat of
yesterday's lustful fugue, he had better make sure his soft mound was
protected. His pussy twitched again at the memory, and he grimaced
again.

If he were still a man, then he could see how annoying this condition
would be. Climaxing nearly at random, at least once a day if not more,
would be a hard, if pleasurable, thing to deal with.

But David was a man in a newly formed woman's body, and the nymphomania
forced him to experience sensations that were as alien as they were
pleasurable. He had cum three times now, and each time was just as
weird, just as horrifying, just as disjointing as the first. His brain,
wired for male impulses, could not get used to the feeling of soft,
heavy breasts, swaying, wide hips, or worse of all, a hungry wet pair
of nether lips and pulsing, wet vagina. It couldn't get used to
feeling of a vagina engorging inside his hips, instead of a cock
growing hard, or seeping cream instead of spurting jism. It just
couldn't, and the thought as spending the rest of his life as a woman
was horrifying enough without the thought of having a female orgasm
once, twice or even three times a day.

He pulled off his towel and picked out a pair of white cotton panties
with small flowers on it. David tugged it up his creamy legs and over
his wide hips. The panties clung tighly to his crotch, showing the
smooth, curving surface of David's feminine mound. He picked out a
sleeveless button-up shirt that promised to be cool. He looked at the
sole bra in the pile, and weighed the potential support of the bra
against the emasculating notion of wearing it, and shook his head.
He'd deal, somehow. He was grateful for the button-up shirt, though he
had to pull a little bit to button it up, his heavy breasts resisted
being contained. At least it wasn't rubbing!

He then picked out a pair of khaki shorts, and drew them up. Like the
jeans, they were a bit tight and highlighted his curvy, swollen ass.
He finished it off with a pair of scuffed runners. Good enough, he
thought.

He threw everything back into the suitcase and left the motel, emerging
into the heat of what promised to be a scorcher of a day.


*** THE LAKE SWIM ***

David drove at random, his windows wide open, his shoulder-length
chestnut hair flowing in the wind. He had only stopped once, to buy
some fruit and water, which served as breakfast. He winced as he
remembered it. He had felt very exposed stepping out of the car into
the light of a brand new day. Everything from the slight jiggle in his
chest to the sway of his hips reminded him that he was an imposter, a
man wearing a woman's suit. He winced at every glace a woman gave him,
and positively flinched whenever a man did. He bought the food quickly
and left, clutching the bag to his chest.

Eating had likewise been a sobering experience. His mouth felt
smaller, and he found himself frequently licking his plump, pink lips
to catch the juices from his overlarge bites. A couple of drops
escaped and landed on his cleavage, the breasts wobbling and jiggling
as he cleaned them.

Now David's heavy breasts rose and fell with his breath, occasionally
interrupting his thoughts by swaying or jiggling with the motion of the
car. It was brutally hot, and sweat beaded and trickled down his
creamy skin, sliding into the valley between his mounds, and down the
small of his back into the crack of his swollen ass. David's little
pink tongue occasionally emerged to lick sweat off his swollen lips.

David's thoughts were chaotic and fractured. He didn't know what to
do. His money was going to run out soon, and then he'd be completely
stuck. He turned various options and scenarios through his head, his
cute face occasionally scrunching in thought. But they all boiled down
to same thing: he needed to regroup. Find a place to hole up, get a
job to accumulate some money, and start searching for Susan, starting
with the internet. But that would mean spending days, perhaps even
weeks, in his female body, which was horrifying to him. He couldn't
face it yet.

So he drove aimlessly. He felt depressed and flustered, completely
stressed out. Part of that was the terrible circumstances, of course.
But part of it, unknown to him, but the foreign desire slowly building
up in him. It wouldn't be long now before his body betrayed him to a
shuddering, throbbing orgasm.

Susan would have recognized the warning signs, would have found a
private spot to endure the oncoming tide of pleasure or maybe even coax
it on, but David's male brain, almost completely divorced from the
subtleties of his female body, was oblivious to them. It didn't
recognize the faint flush of his skin, the slow but constant twitching
of his birth canal, or the slight swelling of his plump, kissable
mouth.

He rounded a curve in the road and a refreshing expanse of silver
presented itself. The lake was a large one, and looked extremely
inviting. He pondered for a little while, then made up his mind. He
pulled off the road and rode along a small, unmarked dirt road. The
bumpy ride caused his breasts to jump and sway about, and completely
masked the resulting twitching in his pussy. Below David's white
cotton panties, labia started to swell, just a tiny bit. The hood of
his David's clit pulled up, just a tiny bit, revealing a hint of the
perfectly smooth bud underneath. In the back of David's canal, a
slight sheen of moisture started to coat his inner walls, beading into
the first drops of cream.

David parked the car at the lake's edge and cast about in the back,
pawing through the panties, skirts and other feminine clothes,
eventually grasping a bikini bottom and top. He looked ruefully at the
bikini top, but it really was hot, and he didn't want to wear a shirt
into the water. He stepped out of the car and looked around. Good,
nobody nearby. He yanked the khakis down over his thick thighs and the
panties soon followed. He pulled up the bikini bottom. It adhered
pefectly to David's smooth feminine crotch. The erotic sight made his
pussy twitch again, and unknown to him, the moisture inside of him
doubled... and cream started to collect in the back of his canal.

David unbuttoned his shirt, and his heavy breasts swung free, the
nipples erecting on top of the creamy mounds. David thought it must be
the mildly cool lake wind causing it, but in truth, his breasts were
swelling and growing turgid, his nymphomania still only mild, but
quickly growing.

He struggled a bit with the bikini top, eventually tying it in front
and rotating it around, and then pulling it up underneath his bustline.
David's breasts were pulled up and their soft weight strained against
the fabric of the top as he pulled up the strings and tied them behind
his neck. The cool feeling of the lycra against his hot nipples caused
David's pussy to twitch again. Still unknown to him, the cream in the
back of his canal started to flow down towards his pussy lips.

David started to run towards to lake, but his jumping breasts made him
bite his lip in annoyance, and he changed his run to a walk. It seemed
even simple pleasures were being denied him!

As he walked, his hips swayed back and forth, while between his creamy
thighs, the first real signs of his nymphomania made itself known.
David's flowing cream had now completely coated the inside of his canal
and was now building up behind his pussy lips, which in turn were
slowly relaxing, ready to release the lubricant! Already a tiny spot
stained David's curving mound. Just one more minute, and David would
become shockingly aware of his unexpected wetness when his cream would
coat his sensitive pussy lips.

The shock of the cold water slammed the brakes on his rising
nymphomania. David's pussy clenched shut, denying egress to his cream
that had just reached them, his canal now fully lubricated. His
nymphomania didn't recede, but bided its time, his nipples still fully
erect on turgid breasts, although erect for different reasons now.

David cavorted in the waves, swimming to and fro, enjoying the first
real pleasure he had experienced since the nightmare started. He spent
a good half hour just relaxing, swimming about and letting the lake
waters swirl around his soft, feminine body. Beneath the lycra
covering his soft mound, his pussy twitched slightly, still clenched,
still holding back David's cream. His nymphomania would not be denied.

He turned onto his back and floated for a bit, staring up at white
thunderheads forming in the sky. His breasts bobbed on his chest, the
swollen pink nipples spearing at the sky on top of creamy hemispheres
of soft girlflesh. His breasts... "SHIT!" David exclaimed! His top was
gone!! Shit!! He knew he should have used tighter knots. He looked
around wildly but couldn't see it, and cursed his stupidity. He felt
absurdly vulnerable all of a sudden. He pumped his thick thighs and
started heading back to shore. That's when he got his second surprise,
the lake current had caused him to drift quite a ways down the shore.
He paddled back to shore, the water flowing over his curves and his
swollen breasts.

He emerged from the lake and headed back up the beach, one arm
girlishly covering his jiggling breasts. It wasn't long though before
he heard muted voices ahead. Shit! He quickly darted behind a large
piece of driftwood, his mammaries quivering, his hips swaying
seductively. He peeked from behind it and saw a couple nearby,
speaking to each other as they packed up, peering up at the
thunderheads.

Now that he was out of the water, David's pussy started to slowly
relax, and his labia parted, his cream slipping out! Susan would have
immediately recognized the confusing sensation that David had yet to
acknowledge, a feeling of a swollen tube stretching from his crotch to
his womb. David's birth canal was engorged with blood and had opened,
the walls slippery with cream, ready to accept a swollen male penis
within it, and coax forth its spurting jism!

David decided to wait for the couple to leave. It couldn't be long
now. He leaned against the driftwood, and his mind started to drift.
His female body had other ideas though. Its sexual preparations done,
it now wanted a man to thrust inside of it, to spread the slippery
walls of its vagina and fill it to overflowing with semen. It wanted
the thick pink nubs on his creamy breasts to be sucked and licked. It
wanted to be penetrated and inseminated!

David's vagina throbbed, hard, and David gasped. His eyes widened in
consternation as his vagina flexed hard again, squeezing out more
cream. Oh no! Oh no, not again! Please no! He thought, as he
plunged his hands into the bikini. His questing fingers found a soft
mound slippery with girl cum, and one finger inadvertently spread his
wet pussy lips and slid into his wet canal. The feeling of penetration
was intense, and his eyes rolled back into his head as the walls of his
vagina grabbed greedily at his finger.

David moaned lustfully, sounding like a bitch in heat. He pulled his
hand back out of his bikini and stared at the wet fingers, trembling.
Below, his vagina throbbed again, and more cream slid out, overwhelming
the bikini. A pregnant, pearly drop gathered at the lowest part of his
trembling mound, forming slowly on the surface of the lycra, ready to
fall. More juices gathered and it fell with a plip! sound onto the
sand.

He pressed his hand against his mound, desperately trying to stop it
from pulsing, to no avail. David's nether lips reacted to the pressure
by opening even further, exposing his open, creaming tunnel. His bud
pushed against the lycra, throbbing, sending jolts of pleasure through
his shaking pelvis, causing David's vagina to pulse even more.

David peered around the driftwood. Surely that couple had moved on by
now!

The girl was on her knees, her summer dress pulled down underneath two
small, apple-sized breasts, their nipples clearly erect. She was
moaning as her mouth engulfed the man's throbbing, rock hard cock. He
looked like he had trouble standing, his eyes were shut and his jaw
clenched as the girl licked his purplish head like a lollipop.

The sight penetrated David like a knife, and his pussy clenched so hard
his cream squirted out from between his folds. He trembled, watching
the unfolding scene before him, David's heavy, pregnant breasts swaying
freely below him, their wide, pink areolas surrounding painfully hard
nipples.

The cock left the girl's mouth with an audible pop, and she smiled,
turning around to present her ass to the man, her breasts wobbling as
they hung below her. She pulled her dress up over her hips, and David
could clearly see the woman's red bikini had a dark oval of pussy juice
staining it. His heart was racing madly, and his hand was no longer
pressing against his crotch. u*********sly it started to gently rub
David's wet mound, each stroke causing his labia to flare and his
pussy to throb sensually.

The girl moved her hand between her legs, and gently moved the gusset
of her bikini aside, exposing her mound. Her labia were thinner than
David's but thrust out more from her mound, and could see that they
were covered with moisture. They parted slightly, and David saw the
glint of a wet vagina. He felt a sudden kinship with her, as his own
vagina throbbed and pulsed wetly between his legs.

The man wasted no time, moving forward and rubbing the swollen head of
his penis up and down the girl's mound, spreading the labia and causing
her face to scrunch up. She moaned loudly, a sound audible to David,
and the girl's pussy twitched fiercely, causing cream to slide out and
coat the head of the man's cock.

David was still completely unaware of what his hand was doing, his
entire focus was on the unfolding drama before him. It had stopped
rubbing David's vagina, and was now tugging on the edge of his bikini
gusset, the slippery fingers fumbling. It finally pulled it off to the
side, revealing David's wet labia and swollen nub. The labia wasted no
time in parting, and more cream seeped out, collecting on the edges of
David's nether lips, and dripping onto the sand. Three fingers then
pressed together, the thumb and little finger folding into the palm,
forming a makeshift cock!

"Do me, Roger!" the girl cried out suddenly. "Do me! I want to feel
you inside -- UGH!" The shout turned into a cry of pure pleasure as
the man mounted her, sliding the length of his cock into her waiting
pussy, the hard, velvet length spreading her lips wide, the head
traveling along her creamy canal, fulfilling her body's carnal desire!
Her vagina grabbed at the invader, then started to stroke it, coaxing
it to release its seed.

"Did you hear that baby?" the man grunted as he withdrew and slammed
his cock back in her. "Hear... UGH! What.. OH! ..honey?" she moaned,
the pleasure in her mound overwhelming her, the engorged canal filled
to bursting with cock.

"The echo!" he replied, but little did he realize that it wasn't an
echo. As he had speared the female mound of his girlfriend, David's
hand had also thrust hard. The soft, wet nature of David's pussy did
little to defend him from the sudden onslaught as his fingers violently
parted his dripping pussy lips and wedged themselves deeply into his
vagina. "UGH!" David cried out in tandem with the girl, his eyes
bulging at the unexpected violation! His curvy legs snapped shut on his
invading hand, prisoning it between creamy thighs and his pussy
spasmed, soaking the fingers in cream.

He quickly ducked back around the driftwood, leaning against it as he
tried to pull out his hand, but it wouldn't budge, trapped between his
shaking, quivering thighs! He grabbed the wrist with his other hand,
and the thighs grabbed harder, David's pussy grabbing and stroking,
bathing the hand in with his cream. Behind his back he could hear the
couple groaning and crying out in the depths of their lust.

"Oh...Oh...Oh!" the girl cried, her hips thrashing as her insides were
stroked by the powerful male invader. "Ugh... oh, I'm going to come
baby! I'm going to come in your cunny!" The man grunted. "OH YES! DO
IT!" She cried. David could feel a tidal wave building inside him
matching that of the girl's, his vagina throbbing non-stop, his wet
lips spread wide. His hip shook back and forth rapidly, his heavy
breasts twitching and quivering on his chest. He desperately tried to
quash the feelings, but his treacherous hand made things worse by
wiggling his fingers, digging into the sides of his canal, rubbing and
stroking his g-spot, sending spasms of pleasure through his thrashing
hips!

"AI! AI! AIIIEEEEE!" David heard the girl cry as her canal was filled
to flooding with semen! The sound pushed David over the edge, and his
own vagina clamped down hard on his hand as his bud tingled madly! He
thrust his free hand into his mouth and his cute face scrunched up in
pleasure even as he bit down hard to stop himself from screaming! "AH!
AH! AH!" the girl continued, her pussy thumping and flexing, coaxing
every last bit of sperm from the man's rod as David's own pussy
released, starting its own thumping and flexing, causing his cream to
ooze around his hand and onto his thick, trembling thighs!

David recovered first, his pussy's thumping slowly dying down, and his
thighs separated, allowing him to pull out his hand. He grimaced at
the feeling of his hand sliding out from his vagina, followed by a
small wave of female juices that gushed out onto the sand. He tugged