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Marsha's Story: Something to Chew On By Keri R. Synopsis: Two childhood best friends go their separate ways during their senior year of high school. Mark, a star athlete, has his sights set on beautiful cheerleader Jenny Bauman, the prom date of his dreams. Tim, a straight A, chemistry student has finished his semester project, creating delicious new taffy in a desperate attempt to win back his best friend. The plot gets sticky when Mark and Jenny realize the consequences of the candy. Get ready to change those prom dates! Losing a best friend really hurts. Especially one you've known since first grade. Mark and I used to do everything together. We'd hang out, catch a movie, play baseball or just go to the park. The kind of stuff most kids enjoying doing. That all changed senior year. Mark really shot up, going from 5'8" to 6'1" over summer vacation. When school started, he became the star quarterback on the football team and a pitcher with a blazing fastball on the baseball team. He was the center of attention. Everybody wanted to be Mark's friend. Teachers adored him. And the girls-the girls loved him. Especially Jenny Bauman. She was captain of the cheerleading squad. Everyone around school knew it was only a matter of time before she got around to Mark. Jenny got around to everyone. Me? I just got lost in the shuffle. Things were different. Mark didn't have time to take in a movie or get a burger, or just hang out. He was too busy. What can I say? I missed him. Guess I just loved my boyhood buddy and wanted him back. But at least I put all my free time to good use. I became an A-student. There wasn't much else to do. It wasn't long before I got real interested in chemistry, reading book after book and spending all kinds of time experimenting in the school lab. My teacher, Mr. Blau, really encouraged me. It's a good thing he didn't exactly know what he was encouraging. I had to work fast. Prom was only two weeks away and I wasn't about to have Mark and Jenny spend it together. I carefully wrapped the results of my semester long project, a dozen pieces of gooey brown stuff-let's call it taffy--and another 12 or so pieces of pink. I then placed each colored piece in separate bags and headed for the door. It was 3 o'clock and school was out. I had a date with destiny that I wasn't about to miss! Running quickly with the bags bouncing at my sides, I spotted Mark walking down the sidewalk-with Jenny. It was just what I hoped for. "Hey Mark! Mark, wait up," I panted as I approached them quickly from behind. Mark looked a little surprised. Jenny, more like irritated at my intrusion. "What's up, Tim? You going out for the track team?" he joked. "No, better than that. I just finished my science project and I'd like you and Jenny to try it out. They stopped short. Jenny gave me a cold stare. "I mean, I'd really appreciate your help." "You could use some help," Jenny teased. Mark simply shrugged. He never refused a favor. "Is that your project in those bags?" I nodded with a smile. Even Jenny was a little curious. "Looks like candy to me." "It's taffy," I proudly stated. "And I've got a bag for each of you." "Taffy? Is this some kind of a joke." Mark seemed to be losing interest so I had to think fast. "It certainly is. Only it's very special taffy. And it's really great tasting," I replied. "So? Big deal." Jenny was rolling her eyes impatiently and blowing huge bubbles with her gum. "Better than any gum you've ever chewed. And the best part is what the taffy does!" Jenny snapped off another bubble. "And that is?" "And that is it's a natural prozac." "Who needs prozac?" "How about prozac that acts like an aphrodisiac," I calmly announced. Jenny almost choked on her gum. Mark's mind was humming. "You mean this stuff-this taffy-will chill me out and get me "in the mood" all at the same time?" "Just one piece a day for 12 days. The results are amazing. And the best part is as you mellow out, everyone around you just goes with the flow." Jenny couldn't believe it. "You mean one piece of this stuff each day and everyone around me will be-like more agreeable with what I want? I was brimming with confidence. "With each passing day. After a week or so, things won't seem the same. It's like your problems just melt away." "As your desires keep growing," Jenny enthusiastically volunteered while winking at Mark. "That's not all that'll be growing," I chuckled. Mark and Jenny just grinned at each other. "So what do you two think?" Try it for 12 days. That's all!" Mark and Jenny were buying into it. "What have you got to lose but a little stress?" "I guess it couldn't hurt," Mark responded. Jenny couldn't stop thinking about the delicious possibilities that the new candy might offer in her conquest of Mark. "Count me in. Now give me the bag." She leaned forward to reach for one of the bags. I moved back to avoid Jenny's lame grab and she withdrew, somewhat embarrassed by her own impatience. "In a minute. But first here are the rules." I presented the brown bag of taffy to Mark. "Brown taffy is for Mark only." Then I offered the pink bag to Jenny. "And this, Jenny, the pink bag is for you. No sharing, understand? If you share, it'll negate the effect of the taffy. Got it?" Both nodded their consent. I continued. "And one other thing: Don't forget to eat a piece of taffy each day. By the end of the second week, you won't believe the changes in yourself-and the attitudes of everybody around you." My work was done but the job was far from over. Mark and Jenny each opened a piece of the taffy and popped it in their mouths. As they began chewing they said goodbye and walked away, hand in hand. I watched them from behind feeling more satisfied than I'd been my entire senior year. That night Mark had an awful time sleeping. He woke in a cold sweat. Somehow, he dreamt he was a girl. Instead of playing football or baseball, he was waving pom-pons- as a cheerleader. "What a crazy dream," he thought. He got a drink of water and returned to bed, sleeping rather uncomfortably the rest of the night. Jenny's night was much the same, in a way. She too had a strange dream. In it, she was attracted to women, stroking and kissing them wantonly. The thought repulsed her as she turned fitfully in her sleep trying to get some needed rest. At school the next day, Mark met Jenny at her locker. Neither one looked particularly happy or refreshed. "Hi, Jen," was all Mark could say, staring off into the distance. Closing her locker and popping a piece of the pink taffy into her mouth, Jenny noticed that Mark seemed indifferent today. "Well, hi to you, too. You don't look so good." "Aw, it's nothing. I didn't sleep well last night, that's all." "Me neither," replied Jenny. They walked down the hall and she began to smile with satisfaction at the delicious flavor of the taffy. "I hope this stuff works. At least it tastes good." "Yeah, I had mine on the way to school. It is pretty good, isn't it?" "We'll see." But Jenny was already gone, making a beeline toward her best friend Michelle Edwards, another one of the school cheerleaders. Mark just shrugged and moved down the hall. He knew that although Jenny was one hot babe, at times she could be such an airhead. At 5' 8" and barely 110 pounds, Michelle was a trim, athletic, blonde fox. She usually managed to wear something to flaunt her best asset, size 36C breasts that stood out from her tiny figure. A red spandex halter top was doing the trick today. "Hi there Michelle. You look great," beamed Jenny. Michelle was somewhat surprised at her friend's overzealous comment, but took it as a compliment. "Thanks, Jen." Ready for the new routine this afternoon?" Jenny ignored Michelle's query and instead, fixated on her sexy red top. "That top is really hot, Michelle. I can't believe how fantastic it looks on that figure of yours." Michelle was beginning to feel embarrassed by her friend's unusual attention. She turned toward a classroom door. "See you at cheerleading practice, Jen." Jenny could only stop and stare. It bothered her to admit it, but somehow, she felt a growing physical attraction to her best friend Michelle. She passed it off and continued on to her first hour class. By noon Mark's disposition was turning downright miserable. As his friends passed him in the school cafeteria, he was beginning to see them in a whole new light. There seemed to be some kind of attraction. A feeling Mark had never had before. It wasn't something he was comfortable with. He'd never once thought about how well built and masculine his teenage friends were. Today he was really taking notice: Their huge biceps. Those rock solid pects and broad shoulders. "God, I'm not turning gay am I? The thought kept creeping into his mind the rest of the day. Later that afternoon, after practice, Tim finally caught up to Mark and Jenny as they began to make their way home. "So how are you guys doing? How's the taffy?" "It's not bad," Jenny offered. "But when do all these good vibes start? I didn't sleep a wink last night." Mark followed Jenny's cue. "Yeah, me either. I thought you said this stuff would make us feel great, not beat to hell." "Hey give it some time. It's only day one- you have to eat the taffy for twelve straight days. Remember?" They both looked like they were easing up a bit. "Give it some time to build up and take effect. You'll see," I assured them. "Okay, buddy, if you say so. But things seem a bit odd." "Ask me if you'd trade a little sleep for a whole lot more fun in twelve days!" Jenny looked at Mark with a devious grin. "I know I would." Mark took her by the arm, patted me on the back and moved away. Just a few more days, I smiled as they walked off into the distance. Things began to change in Mark's world by the time he got home. Maybe what I said earlier that afternoon had put him at ease. I personally think it was the taffy. But everything now seemed a whole lot better. Mark wasn't stressing over things like he was earlier. In fact, he seemed to be in a delightful mood as he bounded up the stairs of his porch to greet his mother. "Hi Mom!" "Hello Mark. Looks like you've had a nice day." "Sure seems like it now doesn't it?" This is great, he thought. I've never felt this good. So free! Maybe the taffy is working after all. His mother eyed him up and commented. "Say, you've taken off a little weight, haven't you?" Mark was surprised at her comment. He had bulked up considerably on protein during the football season. "Are you kidding, mom? "No, you look thinner. I mean your waist does. Then reaching for his hands, "Even your hands and arms do." She was right. He did look thinner. His pants were even loose around his waist to prove it. And his high school ring was slipping on his undersized finger. Just yesterday, it was tighter than a drum. "I mean it's all right, his mother assured him. Frankly, you look much better without all that bulk." Mark moved quickly inside the house and went immediately to his bedroom, closing the door. It only took him a moment to strip off his clothes. Standing in front of the mirror confirmed his suspicions. He had definitely lost weight. Lots of it. But how could he? He was still working out with weights every day. Casting a glance down toward his groin a look of panic suddenly swept his face. Mark's cock looked absolutely tiny. He lifted it into his hand and couldn't believe his eyes. He could barely grab his shriveled member. His once proud manhood couldn't be more than 2 inches long and barely thicker than a pencil. That night Mark had the same dreams. He was a sexy teenage girl, flirting with the guys at a football game. Sleeping, he smiled at the thought. The next morning Mark felt alive. Really alive. Stronger and more virile. He smiled as he joined his parents at the kitchen table, his confidence renewed. "Mark, your father and I need to talk to you." Her tone sounded serious but reassuring. "About what, mom? I didn't do anything." Oh, no, of course you didn't. There's nothing wrong-really." A look of relief swept Mark's face. "It's just that if you want to shave your legs you don't have to be embarrassed. Men do it all the time." Mark was completely taken aback. "But mom, I've never shaved my legs. And I wouldn't ever want to. It's just not my thing." "Judging from those smooth legs of yours, I'd say it is." Mark could see both his parents staring under the table at his exposed legs. Slowly, he reached under the table to touch them. He almost fainted. His hands were running along the smoothest skin he had ever felt-outside of his mother and Jenny-and it was his own. Looking down in horror he saw that both legs were perfectly hairless. "But I didn't do anything," he pleaded. His parents simply smiled. "Well I think your legs look great, Mark. And your father doesn't mind either. Do you dear?" Mark's father nodded and returned to his morning paper. His mother poured another cup of coffee and Mark began to open another piece of brown taffy. At school that day, Mark could feel the stares. Something was different. He felt out of place and yet somehow, it all felt right. He laughed off the idea that the guys were staring at him. A double take over his shoulder told him just the opposite. Looking down the hall as he opened his locker, Mark became even more concerned. There hanging all over Michelle's locker-was Jenny. She was draped all over her friend. It was odd because Jenny usually was waiting for Mark at his locker. Mark felt eyes on him as he approached the two girls. "Jenny, for a minute I thought you we're home sick or something." His sudden presence startled her. "Oh, hi Mark. No, I just wanted to catch up with Michelle. He could see the way she was staring at her friend and it made him very uncomfortable. "Don't you think Michelle is just the sexiest girl in school?" That proclamation had an immediate effect on both Mark and Michelle. "Jenny, shut up already, cried an embarrassed Michelle, turning beat red. Mark tried to mediate as best he could. "Yeah Michelle, you look really nice today. New outfit?" Pulling her books down from her locker and holding them in front of her clingy top and short mini-skirt, as if to protect herself, she looked defenseless and frightened. "It's nothing, Mark, really." With that she ran down the hall to her first class, leaving Mark alone with Jenny. She continued to admire Michelle's long slender legs and curvaceous back side as she fled the scene. Alone at last Mark could barely contain himself. "What the hell's gotten into you Jenny?" Slowly turning to Mark but with great hesitation she blindly offered, "What do you mean? I was just chatting." "Chatting my ass. You're ogling your friend like she's your long lost lesbian lover!" "Oh cut it out Mark." With that she kissed him soothingly on the cheek. "She's just my girlfriend. You know how girls get sometimes." Mark relented. After all, Jenny was right. Girls were a strange lot and very unpredictable at times. "Sorry, Jen I just thought that you." Jenny tugged him away from the locker and led him down the hall as the bell rang for class. Mark's day didn't get any better. On the way home, he noticed that his pants were hanging off his shoes. He didn't seem to remember them being so big before. He also gave up trying to keep his school ring on his finger, pocketing it abruptly after third hour study hall. Come to think of it, even Mark's shoes were now uncomfortable, with so much room that his feet slid around miserably, blistering his toes in the process. He couldn't wait to get home. Things got even worse. His mother greeted him with a surprised look, like she was meeting a stranger. "Mark, what on earth were you thinking wearing clothes like that to school today?" Mark didn't know what to say. He stood speechless while his mother spoke. "Those pants are way to big for you." Mark simply shuffled across the kitchen floor, silently taking in his mother's lecture. "And look, you can barely keep those shoes on your feet. Her mood turned conciliatory. "Poor baby, you must be miserable." "I don't know, mom." Everything seemed to fit fine this morning." "Oh, don't be silly, Mark. We need to get you things that will fit." Mark nodded his agreement. "What did you have in mind?" "Your father's coming home late tonight. Let's go to the mall." Minutes later Mark and his mother were walking down the ceramic parquet floor of an upscale mall in their neighborhood. For some reason, being with his mother made him feel more comfortable. His spirits noticeably brightened until his mother pointed him toward "Trendy Woman", a very flashy, ultra-feminine boutique. "What are we doing here, mom, he pleaded." "Just window shopping. C'mon--don't be such a wall flower." Inside the store, Mark couldn't take his eyes off the visual feast of colors and fabrics. He soon fell behind his mother, caught between a state of euphoria and panic. His mother smiled as she noticed his longing glances. "Why don't you wait here." She motioned for Mark to sit in a chair which was part of a small lounge in the middle of the store. There were 3 or 4 other men seated there, presumably waiting for their wives or girlfriends. Mark settled in comfortably. "Oh, Mark." His mother was motioning for him to join her down the aisle. Taking a deep breath, he got up and walked to her. "Now don't be afraid darling." She reached for his hand and held it tight. "Everything's going to be fine." Then whispering in his ear, "I know this is what you really want. I've felt it for the last few days. So let's just start slow and work our way up. What do you say?" Mark had been torn, embarrassed to be seen in this store, but his mother's support had eased his doubts. He wasn't sure what to make of all this, but somehow, he simply trusted his mother and all his fears dissipated. "Mark I'd like to introduce you to Tina." Tina was a professionally attired, college age girl with a smile that could melt a heart. "Hi, Mark. You're mother told me you could use some help with a new wardrobe." Mark couldn't help blushing. "Don't worry. More guys than you think shop here. It's kind of the rage for some. Think of it as daring to be different or setting a trend." Mark brightened as Tina continued. "I mean, if we girls can wear pinstripe suits, the least you can do is try on some pants that fit." His mother nodded in approval. Stepping forward Tina held out several pairs of pleated pants, tapered at the ankles, a few pairs of stylish Capri's and an assortment of silk blouses. "Your mother and I pulled a few things that we thought would work for you. They're classy but they'll really offer your wardrobe some versatility. A moment later he was ushered without objection into a dressing room. As Mark stepped into a pair of taupe, stretch Capris which showed off his smooth, lean legs, he smiled. "Maybe this really is okay," he thought. "After all it's just another pair of pants." Next, he gently lifted a matching gold silk top over his shoulder and reveled in the feel of the first silk caress against his body. The sensation sent shudders of delight throughout him. As he collected his thoughts, Mark was determined not to show too much pleasure in his new wardrobe choices. That would be going too far, he reasoned. "Besides, mother would probably try to convince me to wear a silly skirt or dress." He shook his head at the thought of himself, the school football captain in a dress, chuckled nervously and stepped back out into the store for inspection. Both women stared wide-eye at the newly feminized boy. He was absolutely adorable. A little Cinderella in the making. "I love the Capris, Mark. And that top, it fits perfectly, darling." Tina chimed, "You really are going to turn a lot of heads." Mark smiled. "So you think this stuff isn't going a little overboard?" The women laughed. "Of course not dear. You look marvelous," his mother responded. "I wish I could get my boyfriend to dress himself as well as you do," Tina complimented. Minutes later Mark and his mother were back in the car and heading home with two bags full of new pants, blouses and belts. The next morning, Mark wondered if yesterday had just been a bad dream. A knock on his bedroom door brought him right back to reality. "Mark, why don't you wear that new outfit you tried on for Tina and I last night?" "You mean to school.today?" Mark wasn't sure what to think anymore. "Yes, dear, where else. Why should you be afraid to show off a little. That outfit looks great on you, Mark." Breakfast was quiet as Mark deliberated his options. Before heading to the bathroom to shower, he remembered to grab another piece of taffy. "That's really odd," he thought, "This stuff seems to taste better every day. Tim's really got to get this recipe into a candy shop-he'd make a mint." By the time Mark had finished showering his spirits had lifted. He was once again carefree. Walking to his closet he pulled his new gold silk top and Carpis pants. Minutes later he walked into the kitchen to get his lunch and school books. "That's so much better, Mark, isn't it?" His mother gushed with pride. "Well, you know what they say, mom, if it feels good, and looks good--it must be good." "Aren't you proud of your son, dear?" Mark's Dad momentarily looked up from his paper to see his son. "Keep up the good work son, was all he could volunteer. It was more than he ever offered before. Mark took it as a good sign. Mark didn't see Jenny or Tim at school that morning. He had too much to think about to even notice. Things were definitely changing. For one, Mark almost walked into the Girl's Room---twice. In history, his instructor didn't recognize Mark and asked for the name of the new girl in class. This brought howls from the class, and a bright red blush for Mark. After school he thought he heard a few guys whistling at him. And then there were the silent stares. Mark could feel them. When Tim appeared out of nowhere on the way home, Mark was relieved for the first time all day. He was also visibly upset. "Where the hell have you been, Tim?" "Mark? Is that you?" Tim barely recognized his childhood friend in his new androgynous attire. "Who did you think I was?" "It's just that you kind of look like a." Mark was growing more frustrated. "Look like a what?" "I mean, in that outfit and all, you kind of look like a---girl." The dose of reality hit Mark like a blow to the midsection. "Tim, I need to know something." Mark's tone was imploring, almost pleading. "Anything." "What's happening to me?" Mark looked like a frightened child, not a star athlete. "What do you mean, Mark?" Tim feigned empathy. "Ever since I started your little experiment.eating that taffy stuff you gave me- everything's been getting weird. Something's not right. I'm up one minute and down the next. And lately-lately I feel so-so feminine. Mark stopped and tears began to fill his eyes. Tim hugged him tightly. "Hey, Mark, it's okay. You're still my old buddy, right?" "Yeah, I guess." "Sure you are. You're still captain of the football team. The most popular guy in school. And the envy of every guy on campus. I mean, you've got Jenny, right? "Jenny?" Mark looked lost. He hadn't heard from Jen since yesterday. "Yes, Jenny. You're still dating Jenny, right? I mean prom is next week." "I don't know anymore, Tim. She's never around. And when she is, she's hanging all over her friend Michelle. It's kind of disgusting." "Well, don't worry about her. She'll come around. And don't worry about my little experiment. It's probably just a slight insulin imbalance." With that Tim patted Mark on the butt and walked up the sidewalk to his front door. "No guy ever patted me on the ass before," Mark thought as he walked away. Lying naked on her bed, Jenny stared blankly the ceiling, rubbing herself passionately between the thighs. Lately, she was getting turned on all the time. And it wasn't thoughts of being with Mark that got her so excited. It was Michelle. Panting and moaning, on the verge of her seventh orgasm of the day, she let out a primal scream that chilled her to the bone. She was no longer in control of her own body and its inflamed desires. Several days later, Jenny waited impatiently near Tim's locker. When he appeared, she almost attacked him, lunging out from the shadows like a junkie. "Whoa, Jenny, you scared the hell out of me!" "Scared! I'll tell you who's scared. ME!!!" She crumpled to the floor in sobs. Slowly Tim descended to meet her, taking out a handkerchief to wipe her smudged mascara. "Jenny, talk to me. What's the matter." "I don't know. Everything's different. I'm acting different. I feel different. I'm losing control, Tim." "It's final exams, isn't it?" "I wish." Jenny sounded far away, as if she had lost something very dear to her. "Then what, Jenny?" She momentarily regained composure, her rage boiling over once again. "You should know! It's that taffy. That damn taffy we've been taking for your little experiment." Tim laughed at the comment as if it were a bad joke. "Sure, and Santa's candy canes are killing kids, I suppose." "Stop it, Tim. I mean it. I think it's doing something to me. I don't know how else to explain it." "Explain what?" Tim was growing more excited with each response. "Why I'm not interested in Mark these days." Why I'm so interested in S-E-X, but not with Mark. I thought this stuff was supposed to make us great lovers or something. Chill us out and let us go with the flow?" Tim nodded in agreement. "That's right Jenny. And I promise you it's all going to work out. Jenny looked into his eyes hoping his words would be the answer to her prayer. "I just hope so, Tim because I don't think I can hold out much longer." "Hold out?" "Yes, Tim. Hold out. She got up slowly and moved away from Tim, her head hung low. As she rested her forehead against another locker, slowly the words she feared formed on her lips. " I think I'm falling in love." "That's great news! What's wrong with that. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" Tim was probing her for an answer. "Yes, I wanted love and sex. All those things. But I wanted them-I wanted them with Mark-not Michelle." "Michelle? Jenny, you're not a ." "I don't know what I am anymore." And with that she wandered away into the girl's room to cry. Mark was having problems of his own. Each morning as he showered he noticed that his shaft was getting smaller and smaller. It's head now barely protruded past his shrinking ballsack. There was no denying it any longer. Something had to be done and soon. Mark would have to tell someone. And the only one he could really trust was his mother. Mark walked timidly toward his parent's room. Inside, he watched as his mother combed her hair, getting made up for Sunday morning. Now was as good a time as ever to get his dilemma out in the open. "Hi mom." "Oh, hi Mark, come in here for a minute. I have something to talk to you about." Standing next to his mother, she continued. "Your father and I have been talking a lot about you lately." Mark seemed surprised. "You have?" "Yes, honey. We have." She got up and gave Mark a hug. "You're very special to us, Mark. We just want you to be happy." Mark was starting to feel better with his mother's affections. "I know, mom." He smiled at her. "That's why we think you should start living your life. No excuses to anyone. It's your decision." "But I am, mom." "You are what? Living a lie, that's what." She went to her closet and returned with several wrapped boxes. Mark was perplexed at the seemingly mixed messages. "I know it's not your birthday yet, but in a way it feels like your birthday honey." She leaned toward her son and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. "I hope this shows you that we understand and love you just the same." Mark stood still for a moment trying to understand everything that was happening. His mother finally intervened. "Go ahead, dear. Open them." Slowly, Mark pulled the beautiful purple and green wrap off the largest box. When he lifted the cover, he almost died. It was a short polyester wrap skirt with front pleats. Beneath it was a cowl neck blouse. "I know they might not be all the rage with you kids right now, but they're clothes that never go out of fashion." "But Mom, I can't." "No but's about it dear. You've got two more boxes to open." Resigned to his mother's orders, Mark surrendered like a broken soldier. Inside the next box was a pair of 2 _" Italian leather pumps. Beneath them were two pairs of sheer black stockings one with a delicate geometric pattern. The final gift box proved the most crushing blow. It contained a silver necklace, bracelet and matching earrings. Underneath the jewelry lie a pair of baby blue lace trim panties and a matching bra. His mother moved toward the box, lifting the jewelry to his ears. "These will look lovely on you. Then stoking him on the back softly, "If you want, we can get your ears pierced at the mall today and say hello to Tina." Then came an even bigger surprise. Mark's mother reached for a pink taffy inside her jewelry box. "These are delicious." "But how did you know about the taffy?" "Your friend Timothy dropped some off for me on Mother's Day last week. Said they're homemade. And that good little boy said not to share with you because you had your own." She left the room momentarily and returned with Mark's bag of taffy. "Here dear." I hate snacking alone, take one" Mark thought about the taffy for a moment. Yes, life was very confusing lately. But Tim was right. Every time he had a piece of taffy all his troubles seemed to disappear. Half- heartedly he accepted a piece from his mother. Mother and son chewed and smiled at how silly they both looked. "See, I knew you'd perk up after all. Besides, just look at you. You've become thin as a rail. Your hands and arms have thinned out. Even your shoulders aren't as broad as they used to be. I swear, you're getting smaller every day." "That's just it mom," Swallowing the candy hard, Mark lamented. "I'm not much of a guy at all anymore. Motioning with embarrassment to his groin, his mother nodded her acknowledgment of his problem. "I'm shrinking there, too." He began to stammer. "Pretty soon, there'll be nothing left unless we do something." His mother smiled tenderly at her son. "That's exactly what we're going to do." We're going to deal with this, aren't we?" "I hope so." On Monday, Mark's mother's plan to help her son was underway in full force as he sat down to the breakfast table. It was obvious after more than a week of taking the taffy, his body was changing with growing momentum. His mother smiled to herself as she gazed upon Mark's tiny, budding breasts, barely poking through his robe. Mark's brown eyes looked beautiful, set off now by his more prominent cheek bones. As they finished breakfast, she started. "Mark, honey, today's the day." Mark held his head in shame then looked up. "I know, Mom. But it doesn't have to mean I'm excited about it. I'm going to be the laughing stock of the school." "Nonsense, dear. Look at you. Your shape. Your lovely facial features and delicate hands. Why even your hair looks soft and." "Feminine, right?" he whispered. "I don't see any way around it." Walking together to the bathroom everything had already been carefully laid out-- tweezers and nail files, foundation and mascara, eye makeup, blush and lipstick. Handing Mark a tube of lotion she motioned him to get into the shower. "Here, rub this all over your body, then let it sit for 5 minutes or so before you rinse it off." As Mark slowly applied the cream, he wondered how his life had changed so fast. Less than two weeks ago he was a strapping star of his high school teams. Today, he was about to become a feminized sissy. The thought stabbed him hard as he stepped into the shower to rinse himself. Returning to the vanity wrapped in a towel, his mother commented how wonderful his skin looked now that the last vestige of male hair was gone. "You'll see, honey, this is a great improvement already!" Mark sat silently at the vanity while his mother began applying foundation. "Now watch closely and learn, dear" A few minutes later Mark's face looked altogether different. Gone were any telltale signs of acne. His complexion was smooth and even, like a porcelain doll. He was embarrassed as he looked up into the mirror because his doe eyed expression radiated sex-appeal, outlined in soft black liner. His mother had applied a wonderful mix of sparkling earth tones to accentuate the warmth of his skin. Mark even noticed that his cheeks now stood out, dappled with a soft crimson blush that gave his face a more feminine oval contour. Looking on, his mother was disappointed that Mark wasn't more pleased with the results. "C'mon, honey, smile-you look beautiful!" The comment played strongly to Mark's growing female sensibilities as he smiled to acknowledge what had been painfully obvious. His teeth gleamed against the bright red outline of his pouty, full lips. Encouraged by his acquiescence, she set out brushing his beautiful head of brunette hair. It was remarkable she thought, that it already seemed so long and full. In a matter of minutes she had finished shaping it to frame the sides of his face. It curved gently under his jawline. With a few precise snips she trimmed his bangs, giving Mark a darling pageboy style. Carefully, his mother led Mark into her bedroom. There she quietly handed him his first bra, the delicate and semi sheer powder blue push up he had received over the weekend. He struggled at first, but was surprised and dismayed to find his budding breasts settled in perfectly, giving birth to his new female form. "Oh, that looks darling. I just knew you'd fit into a 36B!" She was delighted. Next Mark stepped into his panties. Looking up he appeared just like any other high school girl. Tall and slender, his figure tapering dramatically to his narrow waist. Even his crotch betrayed his manhood, projecting only a gentle, feminine mound. With a sigh of submission, he took the white cowl neck blouse and slipped it over his head. It cascaded like water around his chest, resting over his breasts like a second skin. His mother then helped him into his new black, pleated skirt, zipping him into his new figure. Before he could sort out his feelings any further, she placed the leather pumps at his feet and beckoned him to step forward. For a moment he balanced precariously, like a child riding a two-wheeler for the first time. His first steps were tentative, then slowly with encouraging words from his mother, he began to move with more ease, unconsciously adopting a new feminine sway that was pronounced by his new heels. All that was left was his purse and schoolbooks which his mother handed him with a smile that radiated warmth and pride. Her new daughter had just been born. "Just one more thing, Mark." "Yes mother?" Sitting him down at her vanity she looked lovingly into his eyes. "I know how hard this has all been on you, but it's the only way." "I guess." "I've called the school and they're prepared for you. All your teachers have been notified to ease your transition. Mark looked like he was going to cry. "Great," was all he could muster. "So-my dear, all that's left is your name." "My name?" Mark didn't understand. "Yes, your name, honey. Look at you now. You'll be the envy of every girl and you'll be breaking more than a few of the boy's hearts. She leaned in close, offering support to get him through this final ordeal. "So we have to pick a name more fitting for you now, don't we darling?" "I guess you're right. But I don't have to like it." Mark tried to resist but it seemed to be a foolish joke. There was no way out. "Would you mind if I help." His mother gently rubbed his skirted knees. "Yes--please. I just can't do it right now." "That's okay dear. How about Marsha? It sounds close to Mark. It would be perfect for you." "Marsha?" Mark contemplated the reality of the situation and finally relented. "Yes, mother, I think Marsha sounds right for me now." His mother slowly guided him back to his feet and offered an embracing hug, welcoming her new daughter into womanhood. "That's my girl." Inside his school, Mark kept his sunglasses on to conceal his identity. It was only a matter of time before the entire school discovered his secret. First period homeroom was the worst. Everyone was whispering as Marsha entered, her heels clicking against the linoleum, drawing attention with each step. Rollcall brought Mark's world crashing to an end and signified his irrevocable journey into womanhood. "Marsha Goodman," the teacher called. Silence fell across the room as everyone waited for the obvious. "Marsha? Miss Goodman?" Summoning all the strength he could muster, Mark raised his hand and feebly announced, "Present." The classroom broke into laughter as his teacher demanded silence. Throughout the day Marsha carried the brunt of everyone's cruel jokes. "Hey fag boy, looking for a real man?" his former friend and football co-captain yelled out to the laughter of everyone in sight. Lunch was an equal ordeal for Marsha. She'd debated all morning when she would try to sneak into the girl's room. By noon she could wait no longer, bursting into the restroom like a runaway freight train. Moving quickly to the privacy of the first stall, Marsha looked up and spotted Jenny who was sharing a cigarette with a school outcast, a lesbian name Brianna. Jenny was shocked. "Mark! Is that-you." My god what's happened ." Almost in tears, jaw hanging wide open, Marsha retreated into a stall. Brianna couldn't resist the opportunity to bury a knife deep in the relationship of Jenny and Mark. "No, Jen, haven't you heard, Mark wants to become a woman. Your Mark is now Marsha, aren't you hun?" Marsha sat in silence, hoping the girls would leave. She continued, "Not much boyfriend left if you ask me. C'mon Jen, let's get out of here. This place reeks of sissy boys." Brianna pushed her way out the door while Jenny stopped momentarily at Marsha's stall. "Hey, Mark-I mean Marsha. I'm sorry, but we have to talk." "Why don't you just leave me alone." "Please, we have to talk. Meet me at the park 3:15 sharp. Okay?" Marsha sadly thought about her next confrontation. "Okay." Sun was already beginning to cast its long afternoon shadows when Jenny walked up to Marsha in the park. "Sorry about you seeing me with Brianna." I don't know what's going on with me anymore. "That's okay, Jen, you're the least of my problems. I mean look at me, I'm a joke" Jenny approached Marsha tentatively, then reached out to hug her. They clutched each other tightly, praying they'd never have to let go. Jenny whispered into Marsha's ear. "I think you look kinda sexy." Marsha pulled away. "I do?" "Oh yeah, baby, you're hot. Why do you think Brianna stormed off in a huff. She's jealous. Even now, without any sign that you were ever a male, Brianna's afraid you'll take me away." Marsha felt a mixture of sadness, relief and confusion. "You mean you and Brianna.?" Jenny looked beautiful in the afternoon light, her long blonde hair radiating sex. Her blue eyes peering into Marsha's soul. Her ample bosom struggling to fit inside her skimpy top. Those things used to make Mark want her so bad. Back then could feel the excitement grow between his legs. Now-nothing. Those days were over. Today, Marsha had no sexual attraction to Jenny at all. It was a sad but undeniable truth. Jenny hung her head for her own moment of truth and then continued. "Yes, Marsha, I'm seeing Brianna. I don't know why, but I'm so attracted to girls.I don't even think about guys anymore." Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes. Marsha reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue for her former girlfriend. Marsha placed his arm gently in Jenny's lap for reassurance. "I know what you mean. Nothing's the same anymore. Not with us and not with our lives. Jenny could barely contain her flood of emotions. A secret tormented her. Jenny spoke in almost inaudible tones. "Marsha?" "Yes, Jen?" "I-I have something I need to tell you." Marsha's thin brow arched with surprise. With a weary smile Marsha replied, "After all we've been through in the last 10 days you can trust me." Jenny returned the smile and stood up. "Well, Marsha.I'm not the same anymore either." Marsha's confusion was obvious. "I don't understand. You look as beautiful as you ever have Jen. And as far as who you want to date-we'll that's your business and no one else." "Thanks Marsha. She then paused for a moment that hung like eternity. "Well here goes nothing." And with that Jenny dropped her skirt and panties in the privacy of the park. Marsha couldn't believe her eyes. "See what I mean?" Jenny blushed with a proud grin. Her secret was out. Marsha just stared in disbelief. Jenny continued, "Well don't just sit there and gawk at it. Say something." Marsha broke her gaze and looked into Jenny's eyes. "That's the biggest thing I've ever seen." Jenny broke into a wide smile as she began to fondle her 10" cock. "I've never been so horny in all my life," Jenny purred. "At least Brianna seems satisfied." Seeing Jenny's new member jump to life broke the ice for Marsha as well. "Okay, now that we're sharing secrets, I've got one of my own." In an instant Marsha unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, careful not to trip on her new heels. She moved slowly toward Jenny, her hips swaying seductively with each step in the grass. When she reached Jenny, Marsha slowly pulled down her panties, pealing them back with her new red lacquered nails. Jenny's face said it all. Beaming, she looked deep into Marsha's longing baby brown eyes. "So you really are a woman, aren't you?" "Well I don't know for sure, but mom seems to think so. And judging from last night in my bedroom-I sure feel like a woman." Both girls broke into laughter that stripped away any sexual inhibition that remained between the two. Jenny moved closer. Her now fully engorged member lusting for Marsha. Slowly she began to rub her cock against Marsha's mound. With hunger and passion they embraced, their lips meeting for the first time in their new sexes. The she-male greedily stole Marsha to the ground where she quickly stripped the feminized boy of his panties. Rubbing Marsha's long, silk clad legs was only a prelude to what both girls had desperately wanted for so long: each other. Marsha let out a series of soft moans as her pearly clit filled with juices. Jenny could wait no longer, thrusting her long, rock hard shaft between the spread legs of an eagerly awaiting Marsha. Marsh reciprocated by stroking Jenny's ballsack with her long nails, fueling the fire and lust within. Panting with sexual fever, the scent of perfume and women's sex mingled in the humid air. Jenny began pumping rhythmically, slowly at first, opening Marsha's love tunnel for the first time. Experiencing the profound bliss of her feminine sex, Marsha contracted around her lover, instinctively imploring for more. Jenny was eager to oblige, thrusting deeper with each contraction, bringing Marsha to the verge of orgasm. Marsha pulled Jenny's long blonde hair toward her, meeting her lover halfway with the wanton kiss of her tongue. Lipsticks mingled even as sweat ran along Jenny's heaving breasts, bounding gleefully down to her lover below. Jenny moaned in ecstasy as she made her final descent, pushing deep inside Marsha's unexplored recesses. The chorus of their passions brought both girls quickly over the edge as they orgasmed together for the first time. As Jenny sent her last load steaming on its way, Marsha blissfully accepted the favor, thrusting her chin high into the afternoon sun in celebration. Marsha knew that forevermore she was now a woman. Lying side by side in the grass, the stillness around the two girls brought them back to the realities of their newfound worlds. Jenny spoke fist. "You know Marsha, I really do love you." Marsha smiled, leaning forward to give Jenny a soft kiss on the forehead. "I never thought I could feel this way," she responded to Marsha's affections. Staring blankly up at the sky, Jenny continued. "But you know Marsha-this can't go on. A pained look of hurt and abandon returned to Marsha's vulnerable face. "But why not? You said you love me." "And I do. That's why I know it won't be right for me to keep seeing you-even if you are my preferred sex now." The girls playfully pushed at each other for a moment. "Why then?" Marsha asked with a look that begged an answer. "Because I'm different now. Jenny chuckled in anticipation of what she was about to say. "I'm not the same girl I used to be." Marsha stifled a laugh of her own. "I'd say. You're much better now!" "Well, I may be better but I'm different in other ways. My tastes are more refined. More exotic. Smiling at Marsha with gratitude she finished, "Marsha, we're going down separate roads from here on. And I think the one you're about to travel is different than mine." The girls hugged and held tight. Neither was sure where destiny would lead them. Over the next few days things began to sort themselves out for both girls. Marsha became more comfortable in her new role. She'd even managed to make a few new friends at school. The girls seemed so much more open to embracing Marsha than her former boyfriends from the football team. And with each personal acceptance, Marsha began to gain more confidence and comfort in what she had become. But her biggest steps came on Friday, the day before prom. After a great deal of prodding by her new girlfriends, including Jenny, Marsha had decided to try out for the cheerleading squad. After all, she had always been athletically inclined, so cheerleading seemed like a natural. Marsha found the routines to be quite tedious if not difficult, but she was determined. Bouncing high in the air in her new gold pleated skirt, she drew the attention of the coaches. Her routines became crisper, more confident with each jump. By the end of trials that day, Marsha was snapping her pom-pons in perfect sync. She made the team as first alternate. In the locker room, Jenny broke her own personal news to Marsha. She was moving out of her parent's home at the end of school and taking a job in the city. Once crowned the queen of her school, Jenny had become an outcast, not able to identify with the gay crowd-of which she was accused of being a part of-and cast out from the "in" crowd that used to form her social circle. She still remained friends with Michelle. And sex with Brianna was good, but Jenny realized that she needed a new start on a new path. As Jenny and Marsha changed out of their cheerleading uniforms Marsha moved close. "So why move to the city, Jen? It's a lot safer and the apartments are so much nicer out here in the 'burbs." Jenny knew the time had come to share her last secret. A dream that she had felt for weeks. A dream that would soon become her reality-her way of life. "Remember how I told you I felt different that day in the park?" "Sure." "And that we were headed down different paths?" "I remember." "Well, I didn't tell you everything. You see, it's a little more complex than that." "What do you mean, Jen?" "I mean..I'm not very good at explanations. I don't know how to say it, so I'll just spit it out." Marsha moved closer, nervous with anticipation for her friend. "Tell me then" "Well, Marsha, I've thought about this for the last two weeks and I've decided. That's why I'm splitting with my parents." "Decided what, Jen?" "That I want to be a dancer." "That's great, Jen. Are you joining the ballet?" Jenny smiled a sheepish grin. "Not exactly. More like I'm going to be a stripper at an exotic club. You know-Willie's." Marsha was indeed surprised. "Willie's?" Isn't that a gay strip club? You know kind of a leather bar." Jenny looked around then leaned forward and kissed Marsha on the lips, running her tongue across her own to savor the delight. "That's the point, dear! It gets me wet just thinking about my little exhibitions on the stage." Marsha broke out into laughter. Jenny had to put a hand across her mouth to silence her. "So who are you going to live with, Jen?" "Willie set me up to room with another dancer and one of the gay bartenders." "Oh, a threesome. Sounds perfect." Both girls hugged and got up to leave. "Thanks Marsha, I knew you'd understand." Marsha reflected on all that had happened as she walked home from school. No longer ashamed, she reveled in her newfound femininity. Happily strolling home, Marsha was being watched by a lone figure standing unnoticed across the street. He longingly watched Marsha's every move. The shape of her long legs. How sexy her hips swayed in her pleather mini-skirt and boots. The soft bounce of her breasts straining against her tight-zippered vest. Even her purple hair scrunchie was sexy, holding her brunette locks securely atop her head. Marsha was absolutely adorable. His eyes followed Marsha. His plans had worked so far, but the most difficult details lie just ahead. It was make it or break it time. With a burst of adrenalin, Tim hurried across the street to greet his long lost friend. "Hey, Marsha wait up!" She ignored the familiar call and kept walking. "Marsha!" Catching her, but out of breath, Tim struggled to keep at her side for a few moments. Marsha continued to ignore him. "Marsha, I just wanted to tell you that.that I think you look great!" Marsha stopped cold and turned on her friend. "Why Tim! What a surprise to see you. I thought maybe you'd left town," she sneered with sarcasm. "Ah, no-I've been around-just real busy." "I guess," Marsha responded flatly. "Busy making more taffy probably. So are you satisfied with the results of your big experiment?" Tim fidgeted with his pants pockets searching for an answer. "Marsha, I can explain everything." Marsha wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. "Oh sure you can. Now that your marvelous taffy has turned my life upside down. And Jenny's along with mine." "How did you know?" Tim looked like a guilty dog with his tail tucked between his legs. "You said the taffy would be a great aphrodisiac--if Jenny and I just patiently waited." "I know." "And you were right." "I was?" "Sure you were. Jenny and I finally had sex together. Great sex. Marsha chuckled, "We were even turned on by the role reversal, if you know what I mean." Marsha slowed her walk. "We figured it all out after that." What else could have done all this," striking a sexy pose, hands on hips. She began to run her fingers playfully through Tim's hair. It made him shudder. "So Tim-old friend of mine-how'd you do all this? And why? Tim's eyes were downcast. "Jealousy, I guess. We used to be best friends. Then coming back to school last year everything changed. We never got together. You were big man on campus. And I was alone and miserable without you. So I did the only thing I could-lost myself in my school work." "You did all this to me because you were jealous?" Tim's eyes finally met Marsha's. "I did it because I was in love with you. He swallowed hard. "I still am." Marsha's eyes began to moisten. "You mean love as--in love? "Yes, Marsha-in love." So when Jenny showed up prowling after you I couldn't take it anymore. "So you just whipped up a little candy cocktail like that." She clapped her hands for effect. "No Marsha. The truth is I worked on that taffy formula the whole year. Professor Blau even helped me figure out certain equations. It's all about restructuring the DNA, activating certain hormones and repressing others. The end result is a supercharged genetic blueprint that imprints itself on the subject, changing their physical form, their sex-even their sexual preference." "And Blau actually helped you?" "Well no, he had no idea how I was planning to use the formula." "And how was that, Tim?" "To win you back, Marsha." "Win back my friendship by turning me into a girl? Don't you think maybe I should have had a say in my own life!" "I was desperate. I realized that when you started hanging around with all the other guys-and Jenny. Guess my jealousy got the best of me." "I still don't understand, Tim. There must have been an easier way for us to be friends again." "That's the point, Marsha. I realized years ago that I didn't want you as my friend." "Now I'm really confused," Marsha sighed. Tim hesitated. "You see, Marsha, I was always a little different." "Aren't we all now," she mused. "Well yeah, sorry. But the truth is-that---that I'm gay." "Gay? Marsha had no idea. Tim dropped his head in shame. "Yes, and I didn't want you as my friend-I wanted you as my lover. The only way anyone could ever accept that was if- Marsha interrupted him. "Was if I was to become a woman." "That was the plan." "But if you're gay, then why would you want to be with a girl-with me?" "Go figure, huh. It's really just you that I'm into-your smile, your tenderness and understanding. Your sensitivity. You've always had all that--and I worshipped it." Marsha's face began to light up. "I didn't know you felt that way about me, Tim" "Yeah, but after all I've done to you I guess it really doesn't matter." Marsha reassuring reached out her tiny hands toward him. With great trepidation, Tim cupped them into his own. They drew closer. "Tim, it's all over now. Or is it just beginning." Marsha began to toy with Tim's collar, showing him everything would be all right. "I admit both Jenny and I hated you when we realized what you'd done to us. But we both had to laugh because each of us had never been happier." Seeing that Tim had enough guilt trips for one day, Marsha pulled back from him momentarily. "You pooh!" Marsha pushed him with feigned anger. "So don't you ever go changing me back again. Once is enough. Got it, mister?" Tim scratched his head and chuckled at Marsha's humor. She was just as beautiful as he had always been. "Whatever madam prefers." And with that he offered his arm. Marsha happily accepted as they continued to walk arm and arm down the sidewalk. Two nights later Marsha made her way down the staircase in her first formal gown. The silver lame dress wrapped her delicately as it gathered at the waist, hanging elegantly at her ankles. A plunging neckline hinted at her more than ample cleavage. Marsha was the picture of beauty and vitality, slowly descending the staircase, each step a delight in her new 3 +"silver slingback pumps. Tonight was special. It would be her first prom. In the foyer, Marsha's mother stood teary eyed to greet her. "You look absolutely fabulous darling." Marsha smiled. "Why don't we get a picture of the two of you." "Oh, mother, really!" "Now, Marsha, be a good girl and stand next to your handsome date. Tim never looked better than he did that night in his tux. His shoulders seemed so much broader. His jawline strongly chiseled like stone. Marsha smiled to herself. "He must be back at that taffy again." He looked ruggedly handsome and irresistibly attractive. It was a thought Marsha felt she would never again want to be without. Tim carefully placed his protective arm around Marsha's back, careful not to wrinkle her elegant dress. They smiled like any young couple in love. The End

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Danis Dilemma

I watched his plane lift off and disappear into the eastern sky. As I slowly walked across the airport terminal to the parking lot, I tried to compose myself as I wiped the last few tears from my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my lips and the lingering scent of his shaving soap was still with me, but both sensations were rapidly vanishing. As I climbed into the car, I leaned back one last time saying good-bye to the man I loved. The feeling of the strength of his arms around me in our...

Voyeur
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Caught in the Act

Anna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He’d originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he'd be spending the weekend at a friend’s place. Ten minutes after he'd walked out the door she'd stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling the urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused. In...

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3 years ago
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The Cabo Connection

Damon: I’ll bet you’ll get up to some trouble in Cabo.  I smirked at the text that flashed up on our chat-log from the computer screen. He was always teasing me. Ashleigh: No trouble. At least not the good kind of trouble. I’m going with my boyfriend don’t forget. There was a pause, and while I anticipated his next words, I took a sip of the vodka soda I was prone to drinking while I spent my online hours chatting with my favorite virtual stranger, DamonX. I leaned back in my computer chair and...

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2 years ago
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Totally Unacceptable

Dedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story "Bag of Lush All Sorts" was the inspiration for this piece.I was in only my second month at Global Biofuels and still finding my way around the organisation. As the head of procurement in a modern, forward-thinking, ethical company, I had to...

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10 Items Or Less

Robyn thought about sex a lot. She craved sex. Robyn wanted to feel a man’s strong masculine hands all over her naked body, to hear him whisper dirty words in her ear and make her pussy sopping wet.She imagined his hands pulling her hair back and his tongue in her ear as his thick hard cock penetrated her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps caress her sides and the feel of his sweat mixing with hers on their warm wet bodies.Just then Robyn looked up and saw bright red brake lights...

MILF
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Bag of Lush all sorts

Anal “You like that, don’t ya Fugs, hey?” asked Eric. “You like a big cock going deep in that sweet tight little puckered up ass?” “You know I do, Babe,” I said between thrusts. “But, do you want to talk or fuck?” “Oh, let’s talk please,” Eric smirked. “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Well asshole, it was going fine... until you opened your mouth. So, stop being a smart ass, shut up and”... BDSM “Take it like the bitch you are,” I said, as I rammed my condom covered rubber opaque cock...

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Kinky Twisted College Sex

(episode 31) Prelude to the Party: After finding out about Mary Beth’s kinky tryst at the lesbian club and also allowing myself to participate in Jennifer’s twisted drug-fueled gang bang, I found myself in a very strange mood. In fact it was like being apathetic, ashamed, strangely aroused and creeped out all at once. Despite all the bizarre events of the past weekend, I thought I’d try to maintain my relationship with Mary Beth. I figured my participation in Jennifer’s twisted orgy and Mary...

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4 years ago
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Focused On Sex

Milena's story My name is Milena and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing...

Quickie Sex
4 years ago
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Losing It

Mike,  Enough endless talking.  You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit.   Please see attached; everything has been arranged.  Yours, Jen. No further explanation.A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment.  It read as follows:Dear Mr. Stone,Thank you for choosing Alaska Airlines. Please make note...

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Claires Conception Part

I think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself – in great shape after many years playing rugby – there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn’t get her out of...

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Excerpts From My Inexperience T

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Even in my daydreams, which largely featured a handsome prince who saw me completely differently to how I really am, more time was spent waiting and dreaming of him in those solitary imaginings than I did actually with him in them. I believe that was prophetic, leading into (or perhaps from?) pathetic. When it comes to sex, with two startling exceptions, all of that...

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The Sex Rehab Diaries Rach

“Hi, I’m Rachel, and yeah… I guess you can call me a sex addict,” I giggled as I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me. I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I’d never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all? They were a miscellaneous...

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The Devils Harem The Curs

‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come over and spend the night. You know I’ve got NetFlix; we’ll rent something...

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Touching Myself

I love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that's a shame. How can we hope to achieve a satisfying sex life if we are too...

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4 years ago
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The Midnight Walk

Something powerful stirred inside me when I heard the groan of carnal satisfaction over the gentle waves. That something had been trying to return for a while, nudged toward life with every sultry glance and beautiful body that I encountered or imagined. But when I turned the corner that night and saw her on his lap, rolling her hips, unmistakeably fucking, that was when it officially re-awakened. It had been asleep for literally years; when I moved to Jamaica, it truly slept in peace. It was a...

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2 years ago
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A rough night at work

Saturday evening was delightful, the club was jumping, and there lots and lots of pretty people around to enjoy. A tall brunette was giving me the eye, and the way she was looking at me told me we were on the same wavelength. She finally walked up to me and spoke."Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?"Silly girl, of COURSE you can!"I'd love that, and I love Cosmos. My name's Elizabeth, and you are?"She smiled and it was the kind of smile I liked."I'm Kendra, and I'm impressed, you're very...

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Executive Toy

I sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must...

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Wheres the Remote

If I hurried, I had time to drive home, take a quick shower, get dressed and still not be late for my dinner date with Jason. He was working late, so he would be meeting me at the restaurant. Since I knew he wouldn’t be stopping home first, it gave me time to get my naughty surprise ready for him. Hopping out of the shower, I quickly dried off, rubbed on some lotion and made sure I was smooth all over. I put on a lace black bra and garter, slid on some black thigh highs and attached them to the...

Toys
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The Little Black C

My boyfriend and I were cuddled together in my bed enjoying the post coital bliss that followed a nice, but not spectacular fuck. I was gently fondling his rapidly deflating penis as he softly massaged my labia - both slippery with various sexual fluids. Devin broke the moment asking, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this?” “Sssh,” I sighed, “Let's just enjoy this.” “Seriously,” he said, “One to ten, with a ten being mind blowing.” “Devin, let it be,” I protested, “Just be quiet.”...

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Pam Sandwich

Pamela had already made the picnic and packed it into a wicker basket when the boys arrived. She’d cleaned the kitchen as well, been a thorough little domestic goddess with her mom and dad away for the week. And finally she had changed from jogging pants and T-shirt into her costume. Nothing outlandish, just a simple white-muslin dress and sandals, and then to the garden to pluck daisies and buttercups and ring them into a crown and a necklace. She stood before her bedroom mirror adjusting the...

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My Husbands Best Friend

On a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s...

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In Praise Of Older Women

Jack’s Story Despite all my reservations, I had agreed to house sit my parent’s place for a month this summer while they were on vacation in Europe. My parents lived in the suburbs and were far from my usual stomping grounds. Literally there was nothing, but nothing, around unless your amusement was the local shopping mall.“Jack,” my father had said, “your mother and I would feel so much more comfortable if you were here. There has been this wave of robberies in this area occurring when people...

MILF
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Gift Of The Geisha

Seven o’clock, the black numbers showed clearly against the silver LED background. Tanner noted the time with a sense of detachment, not concerned or hurried, but with an awareness that his guest would soon arrive. A geisha, Tanner thought while gazing out through the expanse of windows in his penthouse apartment.Tanner rolled the word through his mind again, sampling its meaning as if he could taste its implications. Would she offer sex? Probably, but there was no guarantee. From what little...

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1 year ago
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Little Perversions

The city is lonely and my bedside table is in disarray. Cherry cola fizzes in a champagne flute. A ragged copy of Albert Camus’ The Fall holds a position of importance in place of a Bible. It’s bookmarked at Jean-Baptiste’s recollection of that warm autumn night by the River Seine. I like to reread that passage when I can’t sleep. Next to it, there’s a half-smoked joint in a vintage glass ashtray that I stole from an ex-lover’s apartment. I can’t remember his name, but there’s something...

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Shall I Serve You Myself

It was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn't pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk...

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3 years ago
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Jill Steps Out A Cuck is C

As the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I...

Cuckold
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Kinky Twisted College Sex

(episode 30) My infatuation with Mary Beth grew during January of 2008. She was damned sexy and really good looking, plus she had one of planet Earth’s best camel toes. Another great thing about Mary Beth was that she was almost as daring and insatiable as Jennifer. However, as February came along, a few problems did arise. Mary Beth was becoming more and more possessive and controlling, and she would get really pissed off about me going over to Brittany and Jennifer’s apartment to study. ...

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Cocksucking Teens

Gav slipped off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of his chair. It was Monday again and he needed to get to grips with the project that he was overseeing. He was head of IT Infrastructure at a busy lingerie firm. Lucy’s Underwear Show House had a turnover of £120 million and was one of the fastest growing businesses in the sector. In spite of the recession the company had made inroads into the ‘bedroom’ market capitalizing on the gap left by a recently dissolved name. Gav was a...

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2 years ago
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Quartet

Seattle, Winter ‘07 Her name was Lucy, or at least that’s the name she used, and she was a junkie. I didn’t need to see the track marks to know. In my line of work, I’d seen enough addicts to ID them quickly. She said she was 25, another lie. Closer to 20 would be my guess. That’s the thing about junkies. Lying comes naturally. It’s second nature. “I want to get clean.” See? Translation. I’d rather go to rehab then the slammer. Eventually, I got the truth out of her, though. Surprisingly,...

Seduction
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Miss American Pornstar

Ida Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening.Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss American Pornstar. Winning the title of the first Miss American Pornstar would not only make her the newest rage in the...

Group Sex
2 years ago
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The Ride Home

Late night. Lights glisten on the surface of the road where it rained not long before. I’m about to put my foot down on leaving the village when I catch sight of her. I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length. High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She...

Reluctance
4 years ago
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Earning her tuition

I was only nineteen and my world was over! One little clerical error and I was no longer eligible for the student loan I needed to get me through my next semester. I didn’t even have family that could help me. My mother was a waitress living paycheck to paycheck, and my father died when I was six. I had been in a daze of disbelief when I left the college’s office, where Mrs. Banks had broken the bad news. I had known the moment I walked in and saw that she was smiling at me with a look of...

Taboo
3 years ago
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Just Babysitting

Everyone says that your high school years are the best years of your life. For me, that’s only half true. High school sucked on so many levels. People either loved you, or they hated you, usually for the most pathetic reasons that most often came from a spark of jealousy, therefore causing rumours to spread. There was the fear of busting your ass; only to walk away with a mark that would honestly get you nowhere in life, and finally, teacher’s found any excuse to be on your ass. For me, this...

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2 years ago
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The Neapolitan

1976Logan Lee Beauregard drove his sporty, little green, convertible MGB onto Interstate 85 West, just north of Columbus, Georgia. The top was down on the little convertible sports car as he felt the wind blowing freely through his long hair. He was hyped with eager anticipation about the mischievous adventures ahead of him. He sat low in the seat, his left arm resting on the top edge of the door, while his left hand rode the wind. His right hand firmly gripped the steering wheel as he sang...

Interracial
2 years ago
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Let Her Eat Cake

1 Week Before the Masquerade"That can't be your best line. What is it really?" Hector asked his new recruiting partner."It is, I swear. Women love hearing things like that. Some of them laugh, but they still like it," Jonas answered, while parking their black SUV."Whatever, man," Hector chuckled and continued. "I wouldn't tell you what my best line is either... But it's not even about the lines with me anyway."Both men flipped the SUV's sun visors down, slid the mirrors open and made sure...

Reluctance
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Yuletide Mindfuck

Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn't get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you'd think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on...

Oral Sex
3 years ago
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Father Moss

“What we did last night…” the boy ventured, compulsively thinking of sex as he watched his older temptress ease the cork out of a bottle of Merlot, “it…it wasn’t the first time for me.”Elisabeth turned and looked at him, eyebrow raised. “Is that so?”The boy nodded quickly, averting her gaze. She poured a glass for herself and one for him. “Anyone I know?” she inquired with a hint of playful suspicion as she handed his drink over, sure to let him get a good look down the front of her dressing...

First Time
3 years ago
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The Ghost on Forest Lane

On Forest Lane a ghost resides, who in the darkness howls and cries. In moonless night he strolls outside, to find a victim for his plight. A careless soul he’ll bind and tow, into his basement down below. To use his soul for better or worse to find a way, to break the curse This silly rhyme was told to scare the young children of the town of Woodbury. Fifty years ago a tragic event had occurred in the quiet town with their sleepy inhabitant. The local doctor had died in a ‘tragic accident’ as...

Supernatural
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The Benefits Of Living A

I shut the laptop with slightly shaky hands. I was wet. Ridiculously so. I could feel my pussy lips smoosh against each other as I scooted back on the couch and replayed his words in my head. He always had this effect on me. It was just words on a screen, but without fail I'd find myself getting wet when he told me what he wanted to do to me. It wasn't everyone I talked to. Just him. He had a way.Most nights after I shut the computer down I'd head to bed and fall asleep after fucking myself...

Hardcore
2 years ago
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Fucking The Wrong

Angela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister. I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to reveal a thin white top which was stretched obscenely-tight across the...

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1 year ago
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Would You Like Ketchup

She had the sweetest voice. Cheerful and friendly; not the kind that’s drilled into you by managers, but sincere sounding. It’s hard to tell by a voice, but I guessed her to be young, probably college age, since the university was just down the street.“Fries, please. And a diet Pepsi.”I smiled as she repeated it back, putting a little pop into the ‘p’s.“Will there be anything else?” she asked, her voice not losing any of its allure despite issuing from the metal box just left of the menu...

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