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As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it. If you do read it, send any comments to: [email protected] I should warn you, ladycyrrh labeled another of my stories "a fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned. =================================== SRU: Can't Say No By Ed Miller =================================== Johnny was a pretty normal guy. Married, a couple years, no kids. Lately, though (and this, too was normal) his relationship with his wife wasn't what it had been. Nothing in particular had happened to cause it, but there was just some tension these days in their relationship. Pretty normal. Johnny knew it was probably his fault. He'd gotten married soon after high school, to the girl he'd been dating for quite a while. Her attraction to him in high school had been, he was more or less sure, to the fact that he was a popular guy; A football player, and an athlete. Now, about ten years later, he no longer looked even remotely athletic. A desk job had taken it's inevitable toll on his waist, his hair was starting to thin, in general he just looked his age. About thirty. Like I said, he was pretty normal. Johnny wasn't really a bad- looking guy, other than being a bit pudgy and balding, but he was really worried by the changes in his appearance. And he had a sneaking suspicion that his wife wasn't attracted to him any more because he was getting a bit older. He was half-right. His wife Lisa, on the other hand, was anything but normal. Even when he met her, at fourteen, she had been a beauty. Long, light brown hair, striking eyes, pouty lips. Johnny could still remember how she had looked. Lean and thin, but with nice little curves in just the right places. After they started dating, as the years went by, those curves slowly became not so little anymore, and Johnny was even more pleased. Lisa was still as lean as ever, but by the time she turned eighteen (when they were married) she had filled out enormously. Her ass was nice and rounded, and her tits were amazingly large for her frame. Enormous, D- cup melons hung suspended from her chest. Even now, at twenty-six, her tits hardly sagged at all; they just jutted out from her ribcage in an amazing suspension of the law of gravity. I don't know if Johnny ever really loved his wife. I know he was still, after ten years of marriage, eternally lusting after her (and probably still mistaking that for love,) but she was obviously not as interested as she used to be. Which was why he was wandering around in the mall, trying to find something to buy for her. Which was why he walked into my shop. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I was walking through this mall, trying to find a gift for my wife. I didn't have any idea what. I'd already bought her about everything I could think of (that I could afford, anyway.) This wasn't the first time I had tried to buy back her affection. It was kind of a habit of mine, and I kept imagining while I shopped that I'd finally find something that would do the trick. I'm not even sure what trick I intended this imaginary purchase to do; I was more or less operating out of habit. That was when I saw the shop. I'd never seen it before, but that didn't bother me. I didn't frequent this mall very often; I did most of my shopping at the one by my job, which had a better selection of most things. Anyway, new stores are always popping up in malls, and I hadn't been to this one in quite a while. But this store didn't look brand-new; it looked like something out of last century. I mean, it looked like a wooden storefront, crammed into a mall. Apart from that, the wood looked old. Above the door was a hand painted sign, reading "Spells 'R' Us, Inc." It was printed in this old-style script, the sort that lookes like thou shouldst place e's on the ende of everye worde. I was intrigued, to say the least. I pushed open the heavy, iron- bound wood door and stepped inside. The inside of the store was just as strange as the front. In place of the mall-standard fluorescent lighting, it had some sort of dim, diffuse light. I peered around into shadows, trying to find where the light was coming from, but I couldn't locate the source. I gave up looking for a lamp and started to inspect the merchandise. Wooden shelves were crammed with all kinds of stuff, haphazardly piled on the shelves. It looked like an explosion in an antique store. Nothing was in any way explained or displayed, and there was obviously about three times as much merchandise as there should have actually been in the store. I started picking some of the stuff up, inspections it. Most of it was some sort of jewelry: necklaces, bracelets, medallions. Mostly huge, gaudy stuff. Some of it appeared to be gold or silver, which would have made it quite expensive, but other pieces seemed to be painted with a cheap gold paint, which was flaking off of most of them. I ventured further back into the store. I found a huge shelf filled entirely with little bottles. I couldn't see what was in any of them, and I didn't want to open any of them without talking to someone who worked here, to see if it was all right. Where were the employees, anyway? In all the other stores in the mall, salespeople practically bowl you over when you walk in. Ah, well, I thought to myself, and continued to look. All along the side walls of the mysterious store were costumes. The side I was on was all women's costumes, so I expected the other to be men's, but when I checked it was women's as well. Didn't this store have a men's department? I looked through the costumes anyway, for the hell of it. A lot of them were the same, and there wasn't much to choose from. I saw cheerleader costumes and maid costumes, and a couple others that were similarly aimed at young, sexy women in particular. I considered buying one for my wife, but Halloween was over already. I went back further into the store, towards the counter in the back. When I got near the counter, I nearly jumped out of my skin in surprise. What I had taken to be a shadow was a huge, dark wolf! I froze, preparing to back away slowly. The wolf raised its head and regarded me disinterestedly. "Just a second!" Came a cry from the back room of the store. "I'll be with you in a minute!" I wasn't much reassured, but I had no intentions of making any sudden moves. While I stood there, trying to decide how best to back towards the door, a very old man emerged from behind a curtain in the rear wall of the store. He seemed to be dressed in some sort of bathrobe. "Now," he said, breathlessly, "what can I do for you, Johnny?" It didn't dawn on me that he'd called me by my name; it's happened to me a lot. Quite a few old-timers refer to everyone as "Johnny," enough at least so that I was used to it. All I did was to point, gingerly, at the wolf that was eyeing me from in front of the counter. "Oh, the wolf?" The old man asked, grinning at me. "He won't cause you any harm. Unless you're planning to steal from me?" "No!" I said, rather emphatically. I still wasn't comfortable around that wolf. "Well, what can I do for you, then? Something for the wife?" "Well," I said, uncertainly, "I was thinking of buying her one of those costumes..." The old man looked thoughtfully over at the walls of the store. "No," he said, "I don't think Lisa really needs one of those. Now this girl I used to know, by the name of Jessie, on the other hand..." He trailed off, obviously lost in thought. Or in fantasy, as the case may be. I completely missed the fact that he had called my wife by name, my surprise swallowed up by my annoyance that he was telling me what I should buy for my own wife. "Actually, I don't really know what I want. I just stopped in to browse," I said, preparing to exit the store. The old man, however, completely misunderstood me. "Well, I can't wait around all day for you to make up your mind," he said, sounding somewhat annoyed, himself. "Do you have any idea how much business I'm doing these days? I can't keep up! Look at all this stock! I'm working my fingers right down to the bone. I had to incorporate, in an attempt to keep ahead of it all, but I still can't do it all!" "Listen," he said to me. "I'll tell you what. Lately, to keep up with all the demand, I've been forced to subcontract out some of my jobs. I'll hook you up with someone that can afford to give you some more personal attention, ok?" And without waiting for an answer, he whipped out a contract from under the counter and held a pen up for me to sign. The contract was on ancient-looking, rolled parchment, and it appeared to be hand-lettered in the same script that was on the sign out front. It said "Spells 'R' Us agrees to provide, by subcontracted labor, fulfillment of three (3) wishes, to be stated by the purchaser directly to said labor. Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back." There was a line at the bottom for my signature. I signed. I figured, what the hell? As soon as I signed, the old man tore what appeared to be a carbon copy off the back of the parchment, handed it to me saying "here's your copy," and disappeared into the back of the store. He forgot to even make me pay him. I stood there for a minute with the carbon-copy-parchment in my hand, wondering what the hell was I supposed to do now? I didn't believe for a second that I was actually going to get three magic wishes, but I wondered what exactly the scam was. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. "Faith and begorrah! Make your wishes then, and be done with it!" I spun around to see, standing on top of one of the shelves, the smallest man I'd ever laid eyes on. He couldn't have been a full two feet tall. He was dressed from head to foot in antiquated-looking green clothes, and he had a bright orange beard. He looked, for all the world, like a leprechaun. "Well? Your wishes? Have ye been struck dumb?" He demanded. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "You're a leprechaun!" At the moment, it was about the most intelligent thing I could think of to say. "Why, sure and I am," he answered, growing more impatient. "And what did ye expect, to grant your wishes? A wishing well? Damned unreliable things they are, I can tell you! Always going out of order. Now a leprechaun, that's solid. Grant your wishes for ye better than any old hole in the ground, a leprechaun will." He was all but beaming with pride. Most of this passed me right by. Being confronted with a real, live leprechaun had, to put it lightly, shocked me a bit. I managed to stammer out, "you're going to grant me three wishes?" Unbelievingly. "Why sure and I am, that too," he said, growing impatient again. "Ain't that what your contract with the old man said? Why did ye think I was here? The old man found me pot o' gold, he did, and he's ransoming it back to me at a wish per piece, rather than the regulation three for the bunch. The cheap bastard. Is that fair, I ask ye? But what can ye do? I'm not fool enough to argue with a wizard, I can tell ye. Certainly not that one." "You're bound by the old man's contract, then?" I asked, starting to understand. "Of course I am, ye damned fool. Leprechauns must respect all human contracts. Are ye daft? Don't ye know nothing about leprechauns?" I wasn't grasping much of that, either, but I got the definite impression that he wanted me to make a wish. The only problem was, I was drawing a complete blank as to what to wish for. I thought back to why I had come into this store in the first place. Lisa! Yes, if I was going to make a wish, I might as well try to fix our dwindling sexual relationship. I only half-believed it would work, anyway, even after being confronted with a real leprechaun. "Ok, I wish I was more attractive to Lisa, my wife," I said. "Done! As soon as ye see her, you'll be what she most secretly desires! What's your next wish?" He asked, hurriedly. I didn't feel any different. I was seriously wondering if this was all some kind of weird hoax. And on top of that, I couldn't think of a single other thing to wish for. I stood there, trying to concentrate, and all the while the leprechaun was screaming and demanding to know what my other two wishes were. "I can't think of another wish now! If you're in such a hurry to go, why don't you leave? Give me some time to think about it, and I'm sure I can come up with something!" The leprechaun stood there glowering silently for a moment, and then said, slowly and quietly, "well, if that's the way ye want it, me bucko, that's fine with me. I'll be back in two days for your next wish." "Ok, I'll give you my address," I started to say, but before I could finish the sentence he started to dance a little jig and, inexplicably, faded from view. I stood there dumbstruck for a moment, trying to figure out what I should do. I tried to stick my head through the curtain in the back of the store, to ask the old man about it, but I couldn't get near it. When I tried, the wolf started to growl at me. I certainly didn't want to disagree with the wolf, so I gave up. I went home. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now, it may seem like I gave Johnny something for nothing, but I'm sure you know me better than that. In reality, I admit I had used him a bit. Seamus O'Shanty, the leprechaun I had set him up with, wasn't the most reliable of spellcasters. In fact, he was a drunk. One of his own wishes had gone astray, and he'd spent an unfortunately long time as a female stripper leprechaun (I know that sounds strange, but take my word on this one.) I DID have his gold, that was true, but I was looking to get rid of his services. I figured, if he screws it up, it's no skin off my nose, and if he doesn't, it's good advertising. Not that Spells 'R' Us needs to advertise, much. In any case, I knew Johnny's wife a bit better than he did. Telepathy is like that. Boy, was HE in for a surprise! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time I got home, I had convinced myself that it was all a dream, or some kind of joke, or misunderstanding, or something. I walked in the front door, hung up my coat, and went upstairs to our bedroom to find Lisa. Maybe I could talk her into giving me some sex tonight. Or maybe not. Lately, Lisa just didn't seem to find me attractive any more. That sounds like something a woman would worry about, not a man, but when your wife is as sexy as mine, you do worry. You feel like you're out of your league. Anyway, I went upstairs, getting undressed outside the bedroom door so that, if she was asleep, I could just slip into bed with her. It was pretty late on a Sunday night, and we both had to be at work the next morning. Stripped down to my boxer shorts, I stepped into the room. Lisa wasn't asleep. She was reading a paperback, lying on her stomach facing away from me. The soft light from the lamp on the bedside table illuminated her skin with a yellow tint, casting shadows and making her skin look even softer than it actually was. She was wearing only a flimsy pair of panties, sheer enough that I could see her smooth, rounded ass through the fabric. She turned over to look at me. Suddenly, I felt very strange. My whole body tingled. It didn't hurt; it felt kind of like the throbbing sensation of an electric shock. But it was my ENTIRE BODY that was throbbing, and as it kept on going, Lisa's eyes opened wider and wider. So did her mouth, opening in a big "O" of surprise. I remember thinking I was sinking to my knees as this happened, because my viewpoint kept getting lower and lower. I kept my eyes on Lisa until she fainted. Well, I'm no rocket scientist, but something strange had definitely happened. I was almost afraid to look down at myself. No, that's wrong; I was DEFINITELY afraid to look down at myself. But I screwed up my courage and did it anyway. The first thing I noticed, strangely, was that my feet had shrunk. Hell, EVERYTHING had shrunk. My arms and legs had lost almost all their muscle; they looked as thin as toothpicks. My boxers were hanging much lower on my hips. My hips themselves didn't look to have shrunk quite as much as the rest of me. I should have been glad for that, since if they had, my boxers would have fallen completely off. That seems like a small enough thing to be happy about, but you'll excuse me if I wasn't thinking very clearly. Jutting from my chest were two small breasts, topped off with hard, conical nipples. They were tiny nipples, only about dime-sized, but they were definitely female nipples. The areola formed a little cone, jutting outward from the larger mounds of my breasts, and the nipples were just like little points, hard on top of the areola. That was what really freaked me out. In a daze, I walked across the room to the bathroom. Going in, I shut the door and turned on the light so that I could look at myself in the mirror. I looked a hell of a lot like a fourteen-year-old girl. A very pretty fourteen-year-old girl. Dark, long hair (past my shoulders; I could feel the tips touching the tops of my ass) framed a gorgeous face. Big eyes, pouty lips, smooth skin. I looked a little like Milla Jovovich. Weird. I had no idea, when I made the wish, that it would change the way I look. All I meant was that I wanted Lisa to desire me again. From the reflection staring back at me in the mirror, I gathered that I could have been a little bit clearer. I was amazed. I reached up to touch myself, and was surprised to see the cute young girl in the mirror doing likewise. I couldn't believe that was me. It didn't seem possible. The proof, though, was staring me in the face. I looked down to examine myself more closely. Thin, coltish body. The sort that expands later in life to the kind of long, smooth lines I loved to look at. This body was just at the age where it's got some curves, but still skinny and young- looking. I turned around half-sideways to look at the curves. I couldn't see a whole lot with my baggy boxers hanging off my hips, so I bent over and slid them off. Wow, what a nice, sweet little ass. The kind of ass that says "jailbait" all over it. Small, but curved in two round little half-circles, and completely smooth. I was starting to get wet. I wanted to fuck that ass. But as I turned around to face the mirror again, I remembered that I wouldn't be fucking anything any time soon. Between my legs there was only a sparse little patch of pubic hair, and I could see that it wasn't hiding a dick. The curved cleft of my pussy was visible through the thin hair. I ran a finger up it. Wow! An electric shock ran throughout my body again, and I could feel my nipples clench up tighter. I ran my finger up my slit again, and as it reached the little bud of my clitoris at the top, I jumped again at the sharp bolt of pleasure. I ran my other hand up my stomach to my tits. As my palm brushed against my left nipple, I jumped again from another shock of pleasure. I pinched the nipple gently between my fingers, feeling it get harder. Both my nipples started to get harder; I could feel them clenching up on my chest. They felt like two little balls of nerves. I ran my left hand over them, alternating nipples, but my right hand stayed where it was. In my crotch. I could see myself in the mirror. It was the strangest thing. It didn't even register as myself; I knew it was, but subconsciously it seemed like it was someone else, some impossibly sexy little teenager putting on a sexual display for me. I looked at my hand mauling my own breasts, and my other hand working furiously in my crotch. My hips were thrusting back and forth uncontrollably, and I was finding it hard to stand up. Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and I sat down before I could fall down. Facing the mirror and spreading my legs gave me a much better view of my new pussy, as well as much better access to my moist slit. I ran my finger back and forth along my pussy lips some more, giving a little jump each time I brushed my clitoris. I was running my finger all along my slit, from my clit to my asshole. It didn't feel too bad to brush my fingertip against my asshole either, but it wasn't as sensitive as my clit. As I rubbed, I began to feel extremely hot and wet. The lubrication from my pussy started to drip out from between the lips, and my finger slid back and forth faster now that I was wet. I rubbed pussy juice all over around my clit, feeling it harden and push partway out of its little hood. I tried to rub it more directly, but that felt (if possible) TOO good, and I went back to massaging my whole crotch. My finger slid around on my pussy lips, spreading hot pussy juice all over my mound. I rubbed the little seam where my leg meets my body for a while, marveling at how good THAT felt. But I couldn't resist it, I had to go back to slipping my finger back and forth from my clit to my little asshole, and back again. Finally, I pushed the finger up into my hole. It felt so strange to have something INSIDE me, but I couldn't stop. It felt so good at the same time. While I pumped my middle finger in and out of my pussy, I started massaging my clit again with my thumb. My little clittie was so hard that it felt like it was trying to force itself outward, out of the little fleshy hood that covered it. The feeling of my thumb sliding over it, while my middle finger penetrated me, was too much. My cunt exploded in my fist feminine orgasm. It was fantastic, better than any orgasm I could remember. When my climax finally subsided, I had to lie there motionless for a while, panting. From the waist to the knees my young, skinny new body was covered with sweat and female cum. My muscles ached from the exertion I had put into masturbating. I couldn't remember the last time that I'd felt such a desperate need for sex. I got up, intending to go out of the bathroom and try to figure out what to do next. As I stood up, I covered my pussy, which was still dripping, to avoid getting any pussy juice on the rug. When I inspected myself closer, I realized that I really needed a shower, however. I started up the water, getting it as hot as I could stand it, and climbed in. The hot water splashing over my young, female form felt great. I let it hit my breasts and the warm water made my nipples unclench the rest of the way. I turned around in the shower, letting the stream of water hit me all over my new body. My skin felt enormously more sensitive than I could remember. I was struck again by how soft and smooth I was all over, and completely unblemished. No moles, no scars, no hair except for on my head and a little tiny bit over my slit. As for the hair on my head, I found out what a nuisance that was when I tried to wash it. I had never imagined how much work it was to wash that much hair. It took forever to lather it all up. I rinsed it out as well as I could, then left it hanging down to my ass as I soaped up the rest of my body. Washing my legs and arms was strange. It felt weird to feel these skinny little limbs on my body. Admittedly, they were nice shaped legs and arms (for a fourteen-year-old girl,) but they seemed so SMALL. I couldn't weigh much over a hundred pounds, which was light, even for my new height. How tall was I, anyway? I didn't think I could be much taller than five feet. I started to pay more attention to my shower when my soapy hands reached my breasts. Like the rest of my body, they were extremely sensitive, and when I soaped up my little-girl titties, my nipples hardened again into little points, and I could feel the wet, warm feeling returning to my pussy. When I slid my soapy hands over my round ass, the feeling of warmth in my crotch became more pronounced. My new ass was easily the most curved part of my new body. The rest was sexy in a young, supermodel, angular sort of way, but my ass was the exception. It jutted out in a full half-circle, firm and tight but also rounded and well packed. I rubbed and massaged my ass, grabbing the cheeks and running my fingertips up and down the crack. It felt good to brush them against my asshole. My little ass bud started to feel warm and aroused, like my pussy. But it was when I reached my pussy that things started to really heat up. I parted my pussy lips and slipped a soapy finger inside only to find my clit already achingly hard, and my pussy lips already dripping with lubrication. In no time at all, without pausing to rinse the soap off my hard little body, I was again flat on my back on a towel on the bathroom floor, fingering my pussy as fast as I could with my soapy hand, while the other hand massaged my breasts again. I hadn't expected to get horny again so fast; it had never happened to me when I was a man. Within five minutes of starting to finger-fuck myself again, I felt my orgasm coming on again. I plunged my first two fingers as far as I could up into my little pussy and thumbed my clit again. This approach had worked wonders last time, and the results weren't disappointing. My eyes squeezed shut and I actually saw stars. I think I remember screaming out my ecstasy in my new little-girl voice. It sounded like someone else, and the moans and whimpers I was making excited me even further. When the orgasm finished I collapsed like a wet rag down on the floor, moaning in the aftershocks. As I lay sprawled on the floor, I slowly became aware that I could hear a voice. Lisa was calling me from the bedroom, saying "Johnny, are you in there? Johnny, who's making all that noise." I didn't know what to do. How could I face her? Was I even her husband anymore, now that I looked like a fourteen-year-old girl? How could I go out there and talk to her, looking the way I did now? I couldn't answer any of these questions, but I knew I'd have to leave the bathroom sometime. I couldn't stay in here masturbating for the rest of my life (attractive as the thought may have been.) Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped back out into the bedroom. When she saw me walk into the room, Lisa's face turned white. But she didn't faint this time. "Lisa, it's me. I don't know what happened..." "Oh my god, Johnny, how did this happen? What's going on?!?" She half-screamed. She was starting to get frantic. I sat her down and told her the whole story, or at least as much as I understood. I told her about the strange shop in the mall, with the old man and the leprechaun. I told her how they said they were going to grant me three wishes, but I didn't really believe it. And I told her how I had been worried about our sex life and I had wished that she'd find me more attractive. "...so that's about it," I finished. "The only thing I don't understand is why I changed into a little girl. That leprechaun was real, I guess, but he didn't grant my wish at all!" Lisa got really quiet for a moment. Then she started to blush; her beautiful face actually turned bright red. "Um," she said, "that's not exactly true, I guess..." "What do you mean, Lisa?" I demanded. "Well, you see, I don't think I've ever really told you this, but..." She paused for a moment, visibly trying to get up the nerve to continue. "Well, when I was in high school, before you and I got together, there was this girl, and..." "Lisa, what the hell are you getting at?" It was my turn to get frantic. "Well, I guess I was kind of bisexual. Before I got together with you, I mean. Actually, before we started to go out I'd only actually ever done anything with girls. But we were in high school, you know, and all my friends, at least all the ones I wasn't sleeping with, were going on about how cute you were, and I just, you know, wanted to be popular..." "Lisa, are you saying you were a lesbian? Before you met me, I mean?" I was incredulous. "Well, I don't know..." she said. "I mean, I was only fourteen. Can you really be a lesbian that young? It was just, you know, experimenting..." "My god!" I said, when it finally hit me. "That's why this happened to me! That damn leprechaun! I wanted him to make you find me more attractive, but he changed my body so that I was more attractive to you. Wait a second! Why do I look so young, then? Are you a lesbian AND a pedophile?" "No!" Lisa said. "At least, I don't think so. I think it's just that I haven't had sex with a girl since I was a freshman in high school. And the last girl I was with... I mean, you kind of look like..." "I look like the last girl you had sex with before we started going out?" "Yes," she agreed, quietly. "I always enjoyed having sex with you, but sometimes I'd think about her. I mean, you know, fantasize about what it was like." She fell silent, blushing again. "Well, now I understand. At least it's not forever. The leprechaun said he was coming back to give me my other two wishes. God, am I glad I didn't use them all up! When he shows up, I'll just wish that I were myself again. Maybe a few pounds lighter..." "No, don't do that!" She cried. "What?!?" "I mean," she blushed again. "Ok, I guess you've got to. But, for now, could we..." she trailed off, but looked at me pleadingly. "You want to have sex with me? Like this?" I asked, incredulous. She didn't answer, she just hung her head. She was too embarrassed. The more I thought about it, though, the more sense it made to me. Here in front of her was the girl she'd been fantasizing about for more than ten years. No wonder she wanted me. She was pleading for me. Lisa had always been amenable to sex; in the early years, we'd been pretty adventurous about it. But I couldn't recall her ever begging for it. It turned me on. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and my nipples hardening on my chest. Lesbian sex! Like all guys, I was entranced by it, but I never would have thought I'd have a chance to have some. How could I refuse? It would certainly be interesting. And what a memory to have when I returned to being myself again! "All right," I said. Lisa's head jerked up. That obviously wasn't the answer she was expecting. But she didn't waste much time, now that I agreed. She got up from her position, seated on the opposite side of the bed from me. A moment ago, hanging her head, she had appeared ashamed; now she looked predatory. She crawled across the king-size bed towards me, slowly, her back arching her ass up into the air. The only things she was wearing were those smooth, sheer panties; I could see the thong back of them splitting her ass cheeks. Her huge breasts hung from her chest, swaying back and forth as she moved. She finally reached me, stretching her neck languidly out towards me, her face tilted back for a kiss. Keep in mind, all through this display I was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, in the body of a young girl. My usual, masculine reactions to Lisa's advances would have seemed silly, and I was uncomfortably aware of the fact. I was uncomfortable in general, especially about the fact that I was hornier than I could ever remember being. It didn't seem like my hard cock, when I had still had it, had ever cried out for release as loudly as my hot, wet pussy was doing right then. I was as attracted to Lisa as I had ever been, and she (I'm forced to admit) was MORE attracted to me than she'd ever been. The thought of that, along with the strange, wet, soft feeling in my crotch and the general kinkiness of the whole situation, was turning me on more than I would have thought possible. That wet, soft feeling in my crotch was the most arousing at all. I was indoctrinated by years of experience that my crotch should feel HARD and ERECT when I was horny, but there I was, with my pussy feeling soft and pliant, slippery and aching to be penetrated or played with. It was no longer just warm, but HOT, and very wet. I could feel pussy juice running down my thighs, and I was quite sure that I'd caused a small wet spot on the bed. I could feel the wet linen rubbing up against my hard, almost painfully erect clit. I wanted sex more than I ever had before. But now that I was a girl, I had no idea how to go about it. Lisa didn't let that stop her. When I hesitated, she grabbed the back of my head by my ass-length hair and pulled my face to hers. I was amazed at how strong she was, even though I knew I was in a much smaller, weaker body than hers now. Her mouth opened against mine, and I could feel the hot inside of her mouth, her saliva mixing with mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and then moved into me again, more leisurely. But still aggressively; she penetrated my mouth with her tongue. "I love your face," she said. "Such a pretty little girl." Her hot mouth slid down from my mouth, along my neck, steadily drawing closer to my chest. She started to lick at my chest, drawing her tongue across my little-girl tits and nipples. Those nipples were so hard now that I almost wanted to cry out just from the pain of feeling them clench up, and Lisa just teased them, making them even harder. Her tongue slid across my breasts, as if to lubricate them, and then concentrated on my nipples for a moment. She licked my nipples furiously, then immediately stopped. She drew her face a few inches away and waited for a few seconds, until I was whimpering for her to start again, then she BLEW on my nipples. My whole breasts were soaked with her saliva, but nowhere more than my nipples. My breasts felt ICE cold, and my nipples scrunched up into even smaller points. I moaned from the pain, but I didn't want it to stop. "I love your breasts," she said. "I always wanted to play with breasts again. And your pointy little nipples!" Lisa continued to lick my breasts, but at the same time my attention was somewhat distracted. I could feel her hand moving towards my crotch, slowly tracing circles lightly around my whole mound. While her lips continued to work on my tits, her hand circled closer and closer to my clit. My hips began to thrust towards her hand rhythmically, as her fingertip finally closed the distance and was circling around my erect clit. I felt like my pussy was on fire. Her finger finally brushed up against my clit, and the whole world exploded. I didn't know if I'd ever get used to these female orgasms, but at the time I wasn't thinking about it. I wasn't thinking about anything. I don't have any idea how long that orgasm lasted. It seemed to go on forever. Lisa constantly changed how she was manipulating my cunt. She'd caress my clit for a while, then insert her finger into my hole and fuck me with it, then just brush her finger up and down on my slit. I went wild from the varied pleasures of feeling her touch me there. When I finally came down from it, I lay there, exhausted. "I love your tight little pussy," she said, her mouth warm and wet against my ear. "It clenches up tight on my finger." Lisa slid her mouth down from my ear, along my neck. She stopped at my tits and suckled on my nipples for a while. My breasts looked bigger; they must have swelled up from my arousal. Soon, however, she trailed her moist mouth down to my crotch. It left a trail of saliva, cold on my skin. Her tongue flicked against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I jumped in surprise. She then started to eat my pussy more slowly and luxuriously, laying her entire open mouth against my mound and rubbing along my slit with her tongue. My pussy was hot, but her mouth felt hotter, and my pussy was wet, but her mouth felt wetter. "Your pussy mound is so smooth!" She said. "I forgot what it was like to be fourteen! You've hardly got any hair. I love it!" As you may have gathered, there didn't seem to be any part of my new body that she didn't love. As she continued to lick my pussy, she reached around under me to grab hold of my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks. Simultaneously, she continued to tell me how much she loved my body, praising my rounded butt, my slim waist, my long legs, and maybe a few other parts I've forgotten about. Eventually, her mouth went back to pleasuring my pussy full time. In minutes, she had me crying out in another incredible orgasm. Then, she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs and obviously encouraging me to return the favor. This definitely qualified as some of the best sex I had ever had, so I didn't want to rush it too much. I crawled up over her body to her mouth, reaching out to kiss her. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. It felt so strange; not only was Lisa now much taller than me, but I couldn't feel my dick in between our stomachs. I could feel my breasts, however, pressing up against hers. I wouldn't have expected that to feel much different, since when I looked in the mirror my chest had been nearly flat, but I could definitely feel the difference now. I trailed my mouth down along her body, stopping for a while to lick her large breasts. But I couldn't stop there; I wanted to pleasure her pussy like she'd pleasured mine. Lisa spread her legs and I crouched in between. I was grateful for what was undoubtedly the best sex of my life, and I wanted to return the favor. I licked her pussy like she had licked mine, grabbing her ass to push her crotch up into my face. I rubbed my tongue up against her clit, then inserted it into her pussy hole. It wasn't long before she cried out in the pleasure of her orgasm. When she finally finished coming, she pushed me back off of her and into a sitting position. She took one look at me and said "Oh my god, John! What happened?" I looked down at myself and immediately knew what she was talking about. I also knew why my breasts had felt strange while we were having sex. They had grown. "Oh my god!" I yelled, unconsciously echoing Lisa, and then I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. It was astonishing, again, that so much could change in so short a time. Even though it had just happened to me, in the first transformation that changed me from a man into a little girl, it was still a shock that it happened again. My face was nearly the same. Still the same vague resemblance to that Milla Jovovich girl, the one that can't act. But the rest of my body was quite different. It was definitely curvier. While my face looked the same fourteen years old (or maybe now a little younger,) my body had filled out a bit. I was still skinny, and curvy perhaps isn't really the word, but my hips were a bit wider, and my ass a bit more curved. If that ass got any sexier I was going to have to try fucking it myself. My pussy hair, meanwhile, had gone the other way. If it was sparse before, it was practically non-existent now. There were only a few, fine hairs, and even those few were so blonde as to be almost invisible. I looked like some weird amalgam of ages. My face was thirteen or fourteen, my body a couple years older and my pussy a few years younger. But my tits were not only a minimum of eighteen, but a well- developed eighteen at that. They stood out proudly from my chest, riding high up with the nipples sticking out from them. My areola were still small, about quarter-sized, but the nipples themselves seemed to have grown. They were like rigid little cones, sticking out a half-inch or so from my tits, and about the size of pencil erasers. They were rock hard. About then, I felt Lisa's hands reach around me from behind. She cupped my breasts and started to feel me up. I closed my eyes and started to moan. "Nice titties," she whispered into my ear. "Feels like a C-cup. I like them." "Wait a second!" I exclaimed. "That's it! That's why this happened! Whatever that leprechaun did to me is still in force. Were you thinking that you wanted me to look like this while we were having sex?" "Well, now that you mention it, yes I think so..." she pushed me back from her and inspected me. "Hmm... younger face, bigger tits, pointy nipples..." she turned me around, "...wow, what a great ass! Yeah, that's about it." "What do you mean, 'that's about it'?" "Well, when we were fucking, I was thinking about a few things I'd like to change. Not that you weren't attractive before, but once we got down to business..." she trailed off. "Let's say I just wanted to get the kinks out." "Great, so every time you change your mind about what's attractive, I'll change to match. Just fucking great!" Lisa's face lit up. "I don't mind," she said, gaining an evil grin. Thankfully, though, she left it at that for the night. I don't think I could have handled anything else; I was too shaken. We settled down to go to sleep. I would have slept in another room if I had thought of it, since I was kind of pissed at Lisa even though it wasn't really her fault, but exhaustion and force of habit resulted in us sleeping together as usual. My last thought before I dropped off was "Well, at least I can turn back to myself when the leprechaun shows up again. My God, that felt good though..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well, Johnny got the surprise I predicted. AND Seamus got his fun; he tends towards twisting his wishes that way. Must have some kind of perverted fetish. Not that I'm one to talk. I had kept an eye on Johnny the whole time with a used crystal ball. I got it from a magic surplus store, and the reception isn't that great. You've got to wrap aluminum foil around the antenna to be able to see anything, but it was cheap and it serves my purposes. I chuckled to myself as he drifted off to sleep. He thought his surprises were over. Not hardly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I woke up the next morning to the feeling of Lisa eating my new cunt. It didn't take me long to drift into consciousness with that kind of incentive. I found myself lying on the bed, spread-eagled, with Lisa's pretty head working between my legs. I reached down to touch my breasts. Or I TRIED to, at least. I discovered that I was tied to the bed. "Lisa! What the fuck!?!" She stopped eating my pussy for a moment and her eyes looked up at mine. "This is something else I used to do, back before I met you. Relax. You'll love it." I didn't relax; I struggled. But Lisa had tied me too tightly, and it was hard to struggle for long while she continued to eat my nearly hairless cunt. Her tongue licked back and forth across my smooth pussy lips, and soon I wasn't grunting from the exertion of trying to escape, I was squealing girlishly in pleasure. Soon that gave way to moaning in orgasm, and then I finally settled back down onto the bed. Lisa crawled up over my body, licking her way up to my mouth. When she passed my enlarged nipples, I was amazed at how sensitive they were; they seemed to have become more so. She kissed me deeply, and I could taste my own pussy juice in her mouth. Then, she drew herself up further, planting her own pussy firmly on my face. I didn't have much of a choice. I licked at her cunt as hard as I could. I couldn't use my bound hands, I was limited to my mouth only, and I was nearly suffocating from her pussy bearing down onto my face. She seemed very heavy, but I knew that was only because I was now smaller than her. I also knew that the only way she'd get off of me was if I made her cum, so I licked at her pussy, running my tongue around her clit. I didn't touch the rest of her cunt; I just wanted to make her cum as fast as possible so that she'd get off me and let me breathe easily. My mouth and nose were blocked, and all I could smell was her pussy. I was getting light-headed, but I kept working her with my tongue as fast as I could. Just when I thought I was about to pass out, Lisa tensed on top of me. Her hips bucked forward, driving her pussy down even harder onto my face than before, and her hips bucked her cunt into me harder still, rubbing it back and forth against my mouth and nose. Finally, when I thought I couldn't take it any more, she stopped and collapsed beside me on the bed. I gasped for air like I'd just come out from underwater. Breathing easily was wonderful, but I hadn't gotten rid of the smell of her pussy yet, because she'd ground her cunt into my face, spreading her juice all over it. At the moment though, I didn't care. I was just so happy to breathe. When I'd gotten my breath back, and Lisa had too, I said "Ok, enough's enough. Untie me!" "Ok," she replied, bending down to untie my wrists. "But you can't tell me it wasn't fun." The truth was, in some weird way, it had actually been fun. But I wasn't about to admit it. As soon as I was freed, I got up, intending to get dressed. I don't know what I intended to wear, but I never got that far anyway. My breasts felt exceedingly heavy on my chest, but I expected that, since I wasn't used to having tits. I walked into the bathroom to wash the pussy juice from my face, feeling my new titties bounce and sway as I walked. My hips weren't nearly as bad, I realized, because most of my body (except my breasts) looked like that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. I had definitely feminine hips, but they weren't so wide as to sway amazingly when I walked. I got into the bathroom and bent over the sink to wash my face. I could feel my tits hanging from my chest, pulling me forward. As I washed my face, splashing water onto it, I could feel my breasts jiggling and swaying. I stood up, dried my face, and turned to look at myself in the mirror. "Oh my God! Lisa, what have you done!" Lisa came into the bathroom to find me examining the changes in my body. Again. It was really only a few changes, but they made a difference. First of all, my pussy was now completely hairless, without even the few sparse hairs of the beginning of puberty. The soft, perfect skin looked very young, and the girlish pussy contrasted with the woman-ish breasts and the rest of the body that was somewhere in between to make an amazingly sexy whole. My face hadn't gotten any younger (thank God!) And my body didn't seem to have changed much, if at all, except for my tits. They were huge. They were easily about the same size as Lisa's D-cup titties, and she was a good deal bigger than me. On my chest, they looked enormous. "What the hell did you do, Lisa? Look at me! I look like a freak!" "What? You don't think these titties look right on you?" She asked, with a mock-incredulous look on her face. "No, I don't think they look right! They're huge!" "Hmm, maybe you're right," she said. She gently took hold of my shoulders and turned me around to face the mirror. I didn't resist, but I could feel that she was stronger than me now. Standing behind me, with her hands around my narrow waist, she looked over my shoulder to see my breasts in the mirror. She whispered into my ear, "Maybe they don't look quite right. A DD-cup would be so much nicer." Shocked, I stared into the mirror to see my titties growing before my eyes. As I watched, they seemed to inflate like balloons, swelling up larger on my chest. I could feel them as well, getting larger and heavier. Finally, they stopped. If they had been large before, they were gigantic now, freakishly huge. No girl who looked this young EVER had breasts this large, nor did any woman of any age with this frame. At least not real breasts. I opened my mouth to protest, but Lisa's hands moved up to my breasts, starting to caress them. My indignant shout turned into a moan of pleasure. "Nipples are too small now, though, " I heard Lisa whisper, as if to herself. As I watched, my nipples started to grow. From pencil eraser- size, they inflated until they were huge, the size of the first joint of a man's finger. They stood away from my chest on conical areolas, reaching more than an inch out from the tips of my tits. They were huge, crinkled and hard. Lisa took my newly-enlarged nipples between her fingers, and I screamed. They were so amazingly sensitive that I came as soon as she touched them. My knees buckled and I would have fallen over if Lisa hadn't caught me. She picked me up bodily and carried me to the bed. She laid me gently down on it, then climbed on next to me and started to kiss my tits. I was in ecstasy. It felt so good, I couldn't believe it. I moaned and squealed constantly as Lisa's tongue ran all over my breasts, leaving a trail of cool skin behind her. When she finally stopped swirling around my nipple to tease me, and actually took it into her mouth, I screamed again. I never would have thought I could have two orgasms that close together, but then again, I'd never had giant, hyper-sensitive female nipples before. Lisa just sucked my big nipple deeper into her mouth, and I kept coming. When the orgasm subsided somewhat (it hadn't really stopped yet,) I noticed that I could feel Lisa's hand working away at my crotch. I looked down, in between my big titties, to see her hand at my pussy, rubbing at my clit. Her other hand was working away at her own cunt, and she was moaning too, though not as much as I was. I don't know what it was, must have been that Lisa WANTED me to have amazingly sensitive nipples and the leprechaun's spell implemented it, but Lisa sucking them felt so good. It felt even better than her hand fingering my pussy. I kept coming, over and over again. After a while, though, I could feel something building up. As Lisa continued to finger-fuck me and suck on my nipple, I started to move towards a larger orgasm. All the other ones were just little pre-orgasms, as good as they had felt at the time, but this one was the main event. When it hit, my entire body just locked up, every muscle spasming at once. I couldn't move; there wasn't anything I cold do but scream and hope it never ended. Dimly, I could hear Lisa screaming her own orgasm at the same time, pressing her big breasts (the same size as mine!) up against me, but not stopping with her hand and mouth. For that I was eternally grateful. When both our orgasms finally subsided, we laid there on the bed for a while, sweaty and spent. Sheer exhaustion kept us from moving. Eventually, I sat up and felt the gigantic tits hanging from my chest. "Ok, Lisa, that was fun but change me back now." "What do you mean?" "Well, since I changed again, that means that if you change your mind about what you find attractive, I'll change to match it. Think about it. All you have to do is decide you want me to change into my old self and I will." "Uh, ok. I'll try. Here goes." I waited expectantly for something to happen. After about twenty seconds of silence, I decided to break it. "Well?" "I'm trying!" "What do you mean 'I'm trying?' This is my life we're talking about! I'm supposed to be at work right now! I can't just stay like this!" "Yeah, but how am I supposed to DECIDE to find something attractive? You don't have to worry about work. I called them and told them you were sick before you woke up. We can deal with that, but how the hell am I supposed to change what I want you to look like?" "Damn it, Lisa!" I stopped for a minute, realizing this was going nowhere. I went on, in a calmer voice, "ok, I guess I understand. I guess I'll just have to wait until that Leprechaun shows back up and have him turn me back. Can you at least shrink these breasts down some? They're huge. It's kind of uncomfortable." "You don't seem to mind them on me," she sulked. "Yours are the same size, but you're at least eight inches taller than me right now. Not to mention that you look about twice as old. On me, these tits look ridiculous. How many times have you seen a thirteen-year- old girl with DD-cup tits? Come on, you don't have to shrink them down completely, just make them a little bit smaller, so that I'll be more comfortable." "Ok, I'll try." Her brow furrowed, and she got a look of concentration on her face. She was quiet for a few moments, then said "It's no use. I don't WANT to shrink them, I like them. In fact, I wish they were bigger." "No!" I shouted, but it was too late. I don't think Lisa was intentionally trying to punish me at that point, but as soon as she formed the thought, my titties started to grow. Once again, I could feel them swelling on my chest, getting bigger and heavier even as I watched. They stopped when they'd reached a truly stupendous size, somewhere larger than a cantaloupe. If I had thought I looked ridiculous before, I was wrong. Now I looked ridiculous. My nipples had grown at the same time. Huge didn't even begin to describe them. The actual nipple was about an inch thick, and it stuck out easily an inch from the areola. My areolas were cone-shaped now, though, so that added nearly another inch to my jutting nipples. I couldn't believe it. They were thicker than my thumbs. They were thicker than my thumbs HAD been when I was still a man. They were huge. And they were so sensitive I almost imagined I could feel the air currents of the room blowing against them. They were rock hard, of course. Lisa immediately lunged for them. "No, you don't!" I exclaimed, pushing her back and twisting away. "No more! If I let you have your way, you'll do nothing but have sex with me and inflate my tits all day long!" "Well, what else am I going to do?" She demanded. "I don't know, but I'm certainly not going to reward you for this!" I said, gesturing at my gigantic chest. And that was that, for a while at least. We tried to avoid each other, puttering around the house for most of the day. I didn't want her to see me, because I knew how much she'd want me, and I didn't want to see her because I knew the attraction was mutual. I had been able to refuse her because I was pissed off; I had no illusion that I'd be able to again. My enlarged, sensitive breasts were making me hot, and I could feel myself getting wet. In the meantime, I just hung around the house, not doing much of anything. I was finding it impossible to concentrate on magazines or television in my current state. You have to imagine how strange it is; your body is one thing you take for granted. It's just supposed to feel normal. How could I possibly feel normal and comfortable when I couldn't feel a dick between my legs, and instead I felt a somewhat moist slit? Not to mention the huge tits hanging from my chest, or the long hair cascading over my shoulders. I just wasn't comfortable in my own skin. Furthermore, it occurred to me, what the hell are we going to do when this is all over and the leprechaun turns me back into my right self? I had kind of glossed over it while dealing with the even more astounding discovery that I had turned into a teenage girl, but Lisa had dropped a rather large bombshell when she revealed that she was gay. Call it bisexual if you want, but the fact remained that she was enormously more attracted to me as a thirteen-year-old girl than she ever had been when I was a man. Things like this tend to put a rather large dent in a marriage. Hours later, I was still mulling that one over when Lisa came into the room. "Get up, we're going out," she informed me, throwing a wad of clothing my way. "What do you mean, we're going out?" I asked. "Like this?" Gesturing down to my very female body. I had put on one of my T- shirts, which now hung on me baggily, but it was sufficiently skin-tight at the chest area to get my point across. "How else?" She responded. "If I can't fuck you, I'm at least going to have some fun with you before it's 'back to normal.' Besides, nobody will recognize you. How could they?" I wasn't really hot on the whole idea, but she was right. There was no way anyone would mistake me for my real self like this. All they'd see was an attractive young girl. And I was bored as hell just sitting around the house. I decided to roll with it. Straightening out the bundle Lisa had thrown at me, I shook it out and recognized one of her dresses. It was a loose fitting sort of summer dress that she had ordered from a catalogue but never worn, since it was catastrophically short, not even coming down past her crotch. Even on my much shorter frame, it was still pretty revealing, coming only as far down as my upper thigh. "Hey, how about some underwear?" I called out. Lisa reappeared with a pair of wadded up panties. "There's no way I could find a bra to fit you. You've got to be something like a 30-F. I don't think they even make anything like that. Here's some panties, though." The panties didn't fit me either. I still had the hips of a fifteen-year old. They were the string-sort, however; a very skimpy thong, so I was able to knot up the strings and keep them from falling down around my ankles. It felt weird, like a constant wedgie. I had to stop myself from constantly trying to pick it out of my ass. Apart from that, the rest of my ass felt alarmingly bare. Lisa also lent me a pair of sandals. I couldn't believe I was going to do this. I couldn't believe I was really going to venture out of the house as a teenage girl. But I just kind of got swept up in Lisa's preparations and had to go along with it. I managed to avoid most of her cosmetic suggestions, and soon we were in the car. We arrived at some nameless nightclub, the one that always seems to appear in stories like this, and walked up to the door. I was quickly losing my nerve. "Hey!" I said. "I can't go in there! It's 21-and over. They'll never believe I'm that old!" Lisa ignored my protests and half-dragged me to the door. The huge bouncer at the door (who I was quite aware would not have seemed so huge to me yesterday) checked Lisa's ID and than looked askance at me. His eyes focused on my plump titties, flicked up to my face, and down to my tits again. I was uncomfortably aware that the dress I was wearing, having been originally ordered for Lisa, had much too large a neck hole for me and was currently exposing a vast amount of cleavage. The bouncer didn't seem to notice how badly it fit. I was just waiting for him to tell me I wasn't allowed so we could go home. "How old is she?" He grunted towards Lisa. "She's twenty," Lisa replied, slipping the bouncer a bill of the same denomination. "Why, so she is," he muttered. "I guess that's close enough, isn't it?" He waved us through. We walked inside. We were immediately hit with a blast of ice- cold air-conditioned air. After the hot summer weather, it felt like the arctic. I felt it blow up my dress and around my bare ass, and also down the neck, and my nipples sprang to maximum hardness. Looking down, I realized I had two thumb-sized points sticking out the front of my dress. I wasn't even wearing a bra. The only thing covering my nipples was one layer of this paper-thin, crepe-like fabric. I felt I was naked. From the pop-eyed stares I got from every man in the club, I might as well have been. Here I was, with a young, innocent face but the largest tits and nipples any of them had ever seen. I couldn't stand it. I headed straight for the bar and boosted myself up on a stool, facing the bar and hunching over. I started sucking down beers in short order. Even as quick as I had moved, I had to turn down four guys with invitations to dance. Lisa sat next to me, not saying much for a while. My nipples stayed hard and I stayed hunched over facing the bar. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. These nipples were huge, freakish things, not to mention the breasts they were on. But as huge as they were, the nipples were what bothered me most. They stuck straight out, a total of nearly two inches from my already jutting tits, and were clearly visible through my dress. I just stayed there, turning down offers to dance and not even talking to Lisa. I couldn't understand what she had intended. This certainly wasn't any fun for either of us. After about three beers, I realized I was feeling a lot drunker than I should. It occurred to me, somewhat sluggishly, that I probably didn't even weigh a hundred pounds now (well, probably more than a hundred, when you add on the fifteen or twenty pounds of titty) and I had been sucking down beers like I had when I was a man. I was heading towards sloshed, and not really giving a shit, when Lisa leaned over to whisper in my ear. "You know one of the things that really attracted me to Jenny?" "Who the hell is Jenny?" "The girl that you look like now. You know what?" "What?" "Maybe I'm perverted, but it really turned me on that she was always attracted to men too. She'd talk about it, and it would always get me going. Like I had to fuck her better than a man could, or something." "What the hell does that have to do with anything?" I asked, but just then something weird happened. Another guy asked me to dance, and as I turned around, intending to put him in his place like I had the others, I found myself looking at him instead. He was really attractive even though, like the others, his eyes stayed focused on my huge jutting nipples. I didn't mind too much; I was paying more than the normal share of attention to the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. I could feel myself start to get wet. "She was like a nympho or something," Lisa whispered to me. "She could never say no to cock. It turned me on so much." I found myself accepting his invitation to dance, and getting up on the dance floor with him. I didn't even know his name, but I was pressed up against him, my huge nipples poking him in the chest, bumping and grinding my pussy against him. He grabbed me by my ass and pulled me against him, all the while moving and thrusting rhythmically on the dance floor. My supremely sensitive nipples rubbed upwards against his chest, through my dress, and a little moan escaped my lips. That felt so good! I could see he couldn't take his eyes off my nipples. I couldn't blame him, they were gigantic. I'd had them all day and I could barely believe how large they were. His hands slipped up under my dress, kneading my bare ass cheeks. His hands against the bare flesh of my ass were turning me on even more. As he kneaded them I could feel the thong moving back and forth along the crack of my ass. I knew he had my dress hiked up and everyone in the club could see him feeling my thong- split ass cheeks, but I didn't care. My pussy was soaking wet. I couldn't believe how hot I was getting over another guy. Don't get me wrong, I knew that thi