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Taking Me From Behind By Scalper16 Sean and I had been best friends in High School, but we had really gone our separate ways since then. It was a little uncomfortable, going out with him for my Birthday. Almost immediately after we graduated from High School and went off to college, I had gotten involved with a group of artists. At first it had been just for fun - they had a reputation for wild parties, I was in college, I wanted to see something new. But when I went to the party, even though I never had been that interested in art before, or that much of a partier, I felt like I really fit in with these people. As time went on, I started to count them as good friends. Eventually I met this girl, Tera, who behind a shy exterior had real intelligence and kindness, not to mention a great body - although she tried to hide it, she was a blonde goddess type. She got me trying art for myself. I learned to paint and sculpt, and when I won a local award - no big deal, but it was quite an honor for a beginning artist - I dropped out of school, deciding it wasn't for me. Tera and I eventually started dating, and in the last few months it's gotten pretty serious. I currently do graphic design for a sporting goods company, but I like to tell people that's my day job - by night I work on my art. I try not to limit myself, use as many mediums as possible, but all my art revolves around the theme of unexpected change. Maybe it's my own unexpected metamorphosis, from shy and reclusive to being almost obsessed with the idea of artistic self-expression. When I see Sean, I remind myself of what I could have been, if I hadn't fallen in with the artistic crowd. Sean never was much of a talker, and when he went to school he got into computer programming. The career fits him well and he'll probably make a lot of money at it, but it just renforced his difficulties at relating with other people. I hope I don't sound mean, but he's described spending entire weeks in the computer labs of his school, working at correcting the most miniscule of errors. It sounds like an exercise in frustration, and I can't help but wonder why he doesn't just move on to something else, he's still young and all. Then again, I remember how I was back in High School, how into computers I had been - even if I had changed my ways, I certainly couldn't expect everybody else to do the same. So I was visiting my family for the Holidays, and I called up Sean. I still think he's a good guy, and due to the fact that I haven't stayed in touch with any of my other friends, he was the only person I knew to invite to a Birthday party. It wasn't anything big, but it was a chance to kick back, get a few drinks at the town's only bar, and talk story some. We got into the bar and saw some other people - even if it was a Wednesday, it was still the Holidays, and I guess people had the week off. I ordered a pitcher of beer and sat at a table in the back, scoping out the women in the bar. Some real lookers, I thought, although I already had a girlfriend and was just looking. I felt for Sean though, who had told me earlier he never been involved with a girl. I was considering encouraging him to try talking them up, after he had a few beers in his system. At more than six feet tall, Sean was blond and well-built, a good guy with a kind personality, and if he wasn't so damn shy he'd have no problems getting women. Sean was telling me about some group project he had at school, how the leader was out working on another class all the time, and now the programmers were just deciding what to do themselves, by some sort of committee. It was interesting enough and I know people can't help but talk about their work, but the beer was already beginning to have an effect on me and I started to lose attention. Sean maybe sensed this, and cut himself off to go to the bathroom. When he came back, Sean surprised me with a cupcake, with a candle burning in the center! I had no idea how he got it - I certainly can't imagine them selling that at a pub, but I didn't ask. I didn't thank him, but instead put it bluntly: "If I eat this with all the beer I'm drinking, it's going to make me puke." Sean smiled "You'll probably puke anyway, knowing you. Try it, it's supposed to be something special." "I guess. But it's your car and you're going to be the one cleaning it up." Jokingly, I breathed in the air and pulled my head back, getting ready to blow out the candle. "Don't forget to make a wish!" teased Sean. In fact I hadn't - I wished Sean would find his own Tera, a dream girl who'd lead him off to something new. I kept it secret, of course, and blew. Surprisingly, even though I had puffed as hard as I could, the candle didn't go out immediately. I kept blowing until my lungs were out of air, then watched at the flame turned into a ball. "Weird," I said. I looked at Chris to see his response, but noticed he wasn't reacting. In fact, in a brief half second flash, I realized the music had gone off, the TV was black, and everybody at their seats was standing still. I turned back at the candle, and the ball of flame had grown, formed into a small sphere. I looked at it for a fleeting second, and saw it disappear into nothing. At precisely that moment I felt a tinge in my body, like a light pinprick covering my entire body. The surroundings of the bar still seemed frozen. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. "What the fuck?" I asked. The sound was curiously dampened, like my mouth was full of cotton. Suddenly, the bar sprang back to motion. "So wha'd you wish for?" asked Sean, in his half joking way. He seemed completely oblivious to anything unusual. "Uhhh... that's a secret." I replied, not sure what to say. I gasped, and shook my head, not knowing what had happened. "Chris, is something wrong?" I didn't respond. I stared at my beer. Something felt strange. I looked up at Sean, and he was giving me a stare, with his eyes wide open. "Did you feel it too?" I asked, in a cracked voice. He didn't answer. "You know," I continued, knowing I was babbling, "the television stopped?" "Chris," said Sean, "you're... you're looking weird. What's happening here?" I looked back at Sean, slowly craning my neck upwards to see his face. As I raised my neck, I felt my hair brush against my shoulders - when I haven't had my hair long since I went off to college. I turned my head to the left, and briefly saw it swing in front of my face, then settle back down against my shoulder. It straight and black. When I saw my hands in front of me, and how they were shrinking and getting more delicate, I realized with a flash what was happening. "I'm turning into a girl," I said with a surprising calmness, like I was telling somebody what time it is. Somehow, while it seemed like a point of interest, I wasn't overwhelmed with fear. Perhaps my mind was so overwhelmed by the strangeness of the situation that it didn't know how to react. Perhaps it was something else. Regardless, I could feel myself shrinking in my seat, to the point where my feet came off the floor. With alarm, I put my hands on my legs, feeling smooth skin. Sean was looking down at me in amazement. I couldn't blame him, if I was him I wouldn't have been able to believe it either. "I don't know how this happened," I said, taking stock of the situation. "I don't think this is just a dream." I noticed I had a high pitched girl's voice. And why not? I was a girl, after all. "No," said Sean, "dreams aren't this weird." "It must be some kind of magic," I said, calmly. "I wished you could have a dream girl, you know, when I blew out the candle. Then. well something warped, in reality. Like a sci-fi movie." I looked down at myself, noticed the pale complexion of my hands and thighs, with only a hint of brown-ish yellow. "Am I your dream girl now? I didn't know you had an Asian fetish." I asked, matter of factly. He looked embarrassed. "Yeah," he admitted, "I guess I do." "How'd you get Yellow Fever, living around here?" "I rent a lot of Japanese porno's," he said. "You look like this girl from my favorite one." "I'm not even old enough to be legal, am I?" "Well the real performer isn't really a schoolgirl, she just dresses like one," he explained. "Your face is a little cuter, she has weird teeth. And, uhhh, your breasts are a lot larger." He was blushing, looking at the table instead of me. Without saying anything, I got up, and walked over to another part of the bar. If this had been a weekend, there would have been a DJ or a band, and a big group of people dancing. Instead it was pretty much deserted, with only a few people able to glance in. I ignored them, and looked at the large mirrors on the side walls, designed to make the hall look even bigger than it was. I stared at the mirror with a surprised calmness. I really didn't know how to react to this - none of my life's experiences prepared me for transforming into a girl. I could merely observe what I looked like now, somehow feeling in my mind that I was going to have to get used to what I looked like. Plain and simple, I was a beauty. A short Asian girl - I guessed I was about five foot one, five two, from comparing myself to Sean. I was young, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and dressed in what looked like some kind of school uniform. My face was cute and youthful, with a small nose and large eyes. I moved my head around, still staring back at the mirror, amazed that this girl with strong cheekbones was glancing back at me. I felt the cheekbones with my fingers, feeling the smooth skin, and brought my fingertips to my delicate lips, feeling them for a second. They felt big and puffy, and there was a layer of sheen - I guessed it was lip gloss. I was wearing a white blouse with short sleeves and a little lace trim, which looked very girly. I cupped my breasts, was surprised at how firm they felt, especially compared to my girlfriend Tera's overly soft breasts. In my small hands they felt gigantic, but from looking at them I guessed they were a B, maybe a C. In a utterly new and bizarre, if pleasurable sensation, my nipples hardened, feeling the pressure from the rough fabric of the school uniform, and the silky bra underneath. I let go, embarrassed. There was a warmth to the feeling, radiating to the rest of my body. I turned in front the mirror, seeing how I would look from the side. My face was even more cute from that angle, emphasizing my cheekbones, and a red ribbon used to hold my hair back in a long ponytail. But was most noticeable was my large ass. Chris must have had a thing for big butts, because it looked disproportionately large. It wasn't so wide, but for a small Asian girl it was huge, sticking straight out from my backside. The school uniform I was wearing didn't help matters - the plaid pleated skirt, mostly red, was so short that even the smallest move would have it fly up, revealing the white panties underneath. I had strong, sexy legs leading up to my ass, emphasized by ridiculously large and puffy socks, that almost looked like leg warmers. It was a startling effect, a childish and innocent version of thigh-high stockings, which I had always found sexy on women. The black pumps I was wearing just added to the baby-doll look. Together, the outfit looked like a school uniform, although it would be impossible to believe any school would have a uniform that sexy. It made me look like a hot young slut. Involuntarily, I reached around to feel my big ass with my hands, reaching under my short skirt. I noticed I was wearing a thong, with just a thin strip of cloth wedged between my two cheeks. I squeezed them, massaged them a little, not caring who saw me. My ass cheeks felt so smooth in my hands. Compared to how I had been as a man, they were almost unrecognizably large and padded. I kneaded my hands into the unfamiliar flesh, seeing the little Asian girl in the mirror doing the same thing, her mouth held open in a state of arousal. It felt so good, I lost myself in the sensation. Somehow, I couldn't help myself. I even moaned. "Uhmmm... Chris?" asked Sean, who had been looking on the whole time. "You feeling comfortable with what's happened?" he asked. I turned to look at him, embarrassed, and however startled he was from my whole transformation, that hadn't stopped him from getting a massive erection underneath his pants. Who could blame him? Right in front of him, some little girl was fondling herself. For some reason, though, I wasn't upset, or even embarrassed, perhaps my male ego was already too shattered by the transformation, to get upset at another man getting an erection over me. "Yeah," I said. "I'm guess I'm taking this about as well as can be expected." I looked at myself at the mirror again, saw the sexy teenager I had become. Instead of a wave of panic, I just felt a mild sense of inconvenience. "Fuck it Sean, let's leave. I want to go back home or something. I can think about this later." "Sure, of course. Unless you want to go to Denny's or something." "Yeah, that sounds good," I agreed. "Denny's would be fine." Denny's was packed, and judging from the crowd, they must have gotten out of some sports game. I could tell that every single eye in the place was staring at me. Embarrassed, I kept my head down and pretended not to notice. "So," I asked "You got your Asian girl with a big ass, is it everything you wanted?" "No," he joked, "I was hoping she'd have a sexy accent." "You mean rike this?" I asked, choking on my own words. "Yeah, like that." "No I'm serious," I said, more than a little surprised. "My voice is stuck rike this. I've got the accent now," I said, with a slight but definitely noticeable Japanese accent to my voice. "You can't talk normal now?" he asked, seemingly thinking the situation over. "No, maybe I'm still transforming?" He didn't respond, but just looked at me, with the nerdy smile he usually used for when he had figured something out, like a new programming technique or how to beat a video game. "Chris, I wish your breasts to grow up a size, and your clothes matched the growth." I was going to yell at him in response, but I was too startled. It looked - and felt - like my breasts had been filled with air, like a balloon, and were slowly inflating. I looked down with wide eyes, first at my breasts, and then at Sean. "What are you doing!" I demanded. "Relax," he said. "I was just testing a theory I had. The powers I have over you, I guess they allow me to transform your shape and mentality, just by saying I wish for it." "Then wish for me to return to normal!" "Oh, don't worry about it," he said nonchalantly. I gulped. There wasn't much point in asking to be changed back. Still, I couldn't help but think over the repercussions of Sean having so much control over me. Sean was a nice guy, and one of my oldest friends. Still, I don't think I could trust anybody with as much power as that. "It's already nine, Sean. I think this will all be over when it's no ronger your Birthday." I paused, thinking how to phrase what I wanted to say. "I don't want to experience any other changes," I said, as delicately as possible. "Aren't you even curious?" asked Sean. "I mean, you've become an artist. This is your chance to try something new." "Well, yeah, I guess I am curious. But I wouldn't want anything major." "Well, it would be cool if you acted feminine, then. Experience how the other half lives, instead of just looking the part. Like, why don't you start calling yourself another name, like Rieko, instead of Chris." I briefly felt, I don't know, blank, or glazed over. After that brief instant I didn't feel any different. But as we got our food I noticed the changes. I wasn't shoveling down my food the way I normally did. Instead, when I was done using the knife to cut my food, I would place my hand on my lap, feeling my smooth thighs with my left hand as I used my right hand to pick up the fork. "That's so ladylike," quipped Sean, with a smile. I continued to slowly eat my meal. "So what's your name?" he asked. "It's Rieko," I said, slightly annoyed, giving him a glance. He caught me in the glance, and started talking. "See those guys at the table behind you, with the red baseball hats?" I glances around and saw them, wearing the red cap of the local sports team. "I know them, a little." "They go to school with you?" I asked. "Yeah, we're not really friends but they live nearby in the dorms." "They rook rike jerk," I said, dismissively. More accurately, they looked like fratboys, and I had never thought much of fratboys. "I guess they are kind of jerks," he said, "but they give a lot of parties, I'd get a name for myself if they saw me going out with you." "I don't think you need to wolly about that. I've noticed them scoping me the whole time we've been here." In a strange way, I didn't like where this was going. "Yeah, but they can't really see you, sitting behind the table, away from them. Why don't you come sit next to me, and show yourself off a little?" It sounded like a good idea - after all, it wasn't my body, and why shouldn't I help my friend out? Reaching under the table, I hiked my already short skirt up even more, so that even the slightest movement would show the curvature of my big thong-clad ass. I looked at the guys at the table, waiting until I could see they were looking in my direction. I then got up and went around the table, walking with slightly exaggerated swings of my hips - the guys were all looking, and they must have known I was putting on a show, but of course they wouldn't complain. I proudly arched my back, sticking out my well-shaped breasts as I combed by fingers through my jet-black hair, and sat down next to Sean. "Well done," he said. He seemed strangely amused. I couldn't believe what a show I had just put on - all the people in the restaurant had been giving me glances, I could tell. But even though I didn't know why, I couldn't help myself - it was like a compulsion. Even after I settled into my seat, I caught myself hiking my skirt. Sean laughed, I guess from seeing what a willing slut I was. "Rieko, I want you to give me a deep kiss." It didn't seem that unreasonable a request. I put my arm around his body and drew my head to his, keeping my eyes open as it inched towards him. Tilting my head to the left, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue down his throat, exploring the inside of his mouth with my tongue, the rough insides of his teeth. His tongue moved to match mine, and for a long time we were locked together, in a passionate, breathless kiss. It must have been a minute before I pulled away. "Why are you making me do this, Sean?" "Are you kidding? Because I've never had this kind of control over a girl before, and I'm enjoying it. Don't worry. You enjoy acting like a trampy girl." It was true, there was a certain thrill to seeing what I could get away with in public. I grabbed Sean's hand and rubbed it up and down my thigh. I wasn't so much that I was enjoying the physical sensation - although it was sexy to feel the rough skin of Sean's hand, pressed against my creamy schoolgirl thighs. But there was some mental element to what was happening. Thoughts of being a sexy girl, of what everybody else in the restaurant was thinking as they saw this slutty Asian teenager, dominated my thoughts. For the first time in my life, I was getting wet, I realized nonchalantly. I briefly pressed Sean's hand against my crotch, grinding my hips up and down to rub his hand against my cunt, like I was a stripper. "Christ, you want to get fucked," said Sean. It was a statement, not a question. Suddenly, all I could think about was Sean's dick, coming into me from behind. I looked at the frat boys at the table next to me, saw them glancing at me. I imagined them all fucking me at once. I had to admit that didn't sound like such a bad prospect. All I could think of was cock. I was near tears. Embarrassed, I kept my voice down, so even sitting next to me, my friend would barely be able to make out what I was saying. "Sean, prease fuck me. I can't berieve you would do this to me, when I'm your best friend. But I desperately want your cock rammed up into me, to be fucked for the first time as a girl." Sean smiled. "I love it when you talk that way. Go into the men's bathroom." I got up and walked into the bathroom, Sean following me. Nobody else was there, and I locked the door behind me. "Take off your blouse and your underwear," he said. With a deft and natural movement, I took my slid my blouse off and unclipped my bra. I took off my thong, wet at the bottom, tossing it on top of a ledge by the mirror. I was only in my skirt, shoes, and socks. My long ponytail hanged against my bare back, tickling the small of my back. Standing in front of him semi-exposed, I wondered what he was going to do. He looked me up and down. Putting his hand on my tits, he gently rubbed over them, playing with them. His actions were clumsy, and I remembered that he had probably never made out with a girl. Still, it felt good, and I almost moaned. I wanted to protest but couldn't bring up the words. Even so, as much as I could, I tried to make Sean know I wasn't getting into this. "Protesting, are you?" he asked. "Well lighten up, I want you to enjoy this," he said casually. Without missing a beat, he got back to running his fingers over my body. It felt so good against my skin. The sensations were warm, and sexy, but in a way I had never experienced before. It was almost overwhelming. In a way it was like when I had sex for the first time, but perhaps even more intense, more surprising. When he traced his fingers over my breasts, circling my aureoles, I literally shuddered. "You like that, don't you?" asked Sean, smiling. "Yes," I admitted. "I'm so hohny, I want you to fuck me." I couldn't believe what I was saying, in my accented little-girl voice. He didn't say anything, he just continued rubbing his hands over the contours of my body, from my large breasts to my flat belly. He got down to my plaid skirt and raised it above my waist. I looked down, seeing my vagina for the first time. It was shaved clean, like a girl's. "It smells," he said, unremarkably. He lowered the shirt back down, and put his hand on the soft flesh of my thighs. "Suck my dick," he said. "I want to get fucked," I said. I wasn't complaining, though. I knelt down, sitting on my folded legs, in what I realized was the classic Japanese pose. Feeling the cold hard linoleum against my knees, I pulled up my grotesquely large socks a bit, enough to provide some padding. I put my hand up to Sean's zipper, feeling the large bulge in his pants. It seemed so huge against my tiny, delicate hands. I fumbled with the zipper a bit before managing to pull it down, seeing his boxers underneath, his thick cock pressing against out. I couldn't resist, I put my mouth forward, felt his cock through his boxers. He moaned. I backed up and pulled his boxers down, his cock springing forward. I was a bit shocked, my slanted eyes opened wide with surprise. His cock had to be a couple inches longer than mine had been, and I wasn't short, maybe six or seven inches. I gazed at his cock in admiration, breathing on it, thinking how much it would pleasure me. Hungrily, I licked my lips, noticing the gloss for the first time, and leaned forward to kiss his cock, feeling it's hard smoothness against my lips. Sean groaned. He was fully erect, and I guessed he wouldn't last long. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth into a little "O" around the tip of his penis and slowly enveloped his penis with my mouth, going deeper and deeper until I felt it against the back of my throat - I wasn't feeling any gag reflex. Backing out, I repeated the same maneuver, lightly sucking this time, and teasing the underside of his cock with the flutterings of my tongue. My girlfriend had once drunkenly explained her technique - I never expected to use it myself. I kissed his balls, but I was finding the act of giving Sean a deep throat strangely satisfying. I started building up speed and pace, not stopping until I felt his pubic hairs against my nose. Eventually I was going fast, bobbing my neck forwards and backward over his cock. Sean tried to stay still at first, but as I went on, he started bucking his hips forwards and backwards, stuffing his cock farther and farther into my face. Eventually, I felt his cock quiver in my mouth and I knew he was seconds away from coming. I started to back up to keep from having him come in my mouth, but his hand - which had been resting on the top of my head the whole time - grabbed by head from the back, pressing it forward in quick fast jerks that buried my head into his crotch. Right when I couldn't believe just how far Sean's dick was up my throat, he started to come. The sheer force of it nearly choked me. As I felt the cum flowing from his dick into my mouth, I slowly backed up. A little was still drizzling out, fell against my chin and down to my large breasts. I looked at Sean, euphorically staring at the roof. Even as I was disgusted by what he had done with me, I could help but be turned on by the situation. Who wouldn't want to slip off quickly at a public place, have a slutty little Asian schoolgirl give you a blowjob? "I rike being a slut," I said, nonchalantly. "It's so sexy, being a little slut, sucking guys off in the bathroom." I smiled. Sean looked so sexy now, it was hard to believe I had once thought of him as being an overweight dork. "Come here," he commanded. I stepped forward, wiping the cum off my body with my hand, which I then wiped on my skirt. He put his hands on my wide hips and turned me around, with my ass pressed against him body. He reached from behind me and put his hands on my breasts, rubbing them slightly. I moaned. "When I bought the candle, I didn't really think it was magical," he explained. He pinched at my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them slightly. "He said he was a wizard, but of course I don't believe in shit like that. And I had no idea you would wish for me to have a dream girl. I guess if it wasn't for this Tera chick, the wish would have been different, it could've been me who turned into a girl, huh? Maybe you'd do the same thing I'm doing." I didn't respond. He was playing with my breasts, hitting them lightly to the side and watching them wiggle back and forth on my chest in a wave-like motion. He continued. "You're probably not going to talk to me again after today. But I don't think you're the vengeful type. And it's true what I said. You've always been one to like new experiences. Well, you've never had been all tits and ass before, or been on the other half of sex, right? So you should be thanking me, right?" He apparently expected some kind of response. There were so many thoughts in my head, but all I could say was "Maybe I'll care, maybe I won't. I don't know. I'm just hohny. I want to be fucked." He chuckled, and suddenly stopped. Sliding his right hand down my body, he inserted his hand in my vagina, brushing against my clitoris. I gasped, and buckled my knees, forcing his hand to twist inside of me. "You like that?" he asked. I didn't say anything in response, I just placed my hand over his, and directed it to brush over my clit again. I moaned. Sean must have sensed I liked it, and he stuck his fingers deeper inside of me, twiddling them back and forth. I was going crazy, the sensation felt so good. At the same time, it made me want more. I was trying to come from it, but it didn't take long for me to realize I'd want something more. "Put it inside me, Sean." I knelt down in front of him, his half erect cock in front of my cute little-girl face. I put my delicate hand on his cock, casually watching it firm in my grasp. "I want to get fucked as a girl." He didn't say anything. Taking the initiative, I stood up, and turned to face the sink. Standing tall in my baby girl pumps, I leaned over and stuck my ass out in the air, my skirt raised over my back and my long ponytail hanging to the side of the sink. My tits swung free underneath me, nearly pulling me down. I raised my ass at Sean, the way I liked to fuck my girlfriend. "I'm aching for it, Sean. Prease fuck me," I was begging. Sean walked up behind me. "You promise you won't get mad at me when you change back?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question, and he was obviously going to fuck me anyway. He rested his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and was getting his dick in position. He wasn't getting it in, and I reminded myself it was the first time he had ever had sex - hard to believe it would be with me. I reached between my legs and grabbed his dick, then slowly guided it inside me, first feeling his cock rub against my lips, and then being pushed inside. There was an odd sensation, the alarm of knowing that there's a foreign object inside of you, but enjoying it at the same time. He wasn't shy, and without hesitating, shoved the full length of his dick inside of me. The feeling was bizarre. My pussy had been aching, with a hazy glowing feeling. But with his dick being pushed inside of me, I could feel it being separated. The feeling became distinct, dividing into individual, sensitive organs. It was unbelievably pleasurable, so much more to experience than having sex as a man. When he was all the way in, he paused. "I want more," I pleaded, "don't keep me waiting." I felt like a slut but it was true: it felt great, but it was just whetting my appetite. I slowly slid my ass forwards and backwards, getting just a little rubbing motion. I was going to go crazy. "Don't worry," he laughed. "I'm just enjoying the moment, Rieko. But that reminds me, I want you to moan loudly like a crazy woman while I'm fucking you." He put his hands back on the sides of my ass, and resumed the pumping motion. He was doing a good job keeping a steady rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of my cunt, slowly getting me more and more involved. I screamed with pleasure. There wasn't any subtlety to his technique - just forwards and back, over and over. But I was too horny to care, and was getting progressively more and more turned on - I couldn't believe I was too far from orgasm. With a loud voice, I was moaning every time Sean pushed into me. I was beyond embarrassed - I had to believe the whole restaurant could tell what was going on. Sean started experimenting with technique, rolling his hips to the side as he fucked me. The increased friction just drove me crazy. I wanted it harder and faster. I backed my ass up, trying to jackhammer myself against his cock. I could feel my tits swing wildly back and forth like a pendulum. Soon I just couldn't take it anymore. I could tell I was starting to cum, and as I moaned at the top of my lungs, I felt myself being overwhelmed by the pleasure. The intensity was beyond description. Enraptured, I started backing my ass up into Sean, wriggling it some to feel the friction. He came too, and as I felt the liquid pumping into me, I came even harder. I can't tell how long it went on. Sean eventually pulled out of me, but I swore I was still coming after that. Unbelievable. I shook my head and looked at Sean - I had a strange urge to kiss him, to hold myself against him. Instead I followed his lead, getting a wet paper towel to clean myself off a bit. With a sense of disgust I picked my clothes up from the floor, and put them on. Without saying a word, Sean and I walked out together. Everybody was staring at us. Some pretended not to, while others - like Sean's frat-boy friends - were openly staring, giving Sean looks of congratulation. I got in the car, and Sean dropped me off at my place. We didn't talk on the ride over. When he dropped me off, he told me "I'm sorry about what happened, Chris, but you have to understand that when that I had no idea you would wish for something like that. Then my hormones just took over. I know you'll be mad at me, but I hope eventually we can be friends, like before. Maybe one day in the future we'll laugh about it." He gave me a final kiss, rubbing my thigh, and I kissed him back, sticking my tongue down his throat. He then drove off, leaving me by the front of my apartment. I looked inside my purse and found a copy of my keys. I went inside and sat on the couch. At first I felt like weeping. However my hands brushed my breasts, and it felt so good. Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself with one hand in my cunt, one hand rubbing my tits, crying and rubbing my genitals at the same time. I couldn't help but masturbate, I was so turned on by what had happened. I felt myself come, but I just continued stroking my sensitive pussy. When the clock turned twelve, as Sean had alluded to, I turned back into myself. I went into the bathroom, threw up, and then promptly went to sleep. But I must say I'm not as upset or traumatized by the whole experience as you might expect. Of course I no loner talk to Sean, and can't believe I ever will. And I'm no longer together with Tera, even though I once thought I was going to get married - it just didn't feel right, maybe I strangely felt guilty. I was depressed about that for a while, but I've since moved on to a new girlfriend, a cute little Vietnamese girl who's a Freshman from my old school. I still think about what happened with Sean, sometimes, as I masturbate myself to sleep. FIN Author's notes: Hello, thanks for reading, I hope it was enjoyable. This is my first raunchy story or TG story. In future stories, I'd like to incorporate better mind control and more- confused characters.