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The Threesome
(c) Abe Froman
The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult
nature; if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains
explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical
control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any
further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living
or dead is consensual or purely coincidental. Thanks go out to Ashley for
inspiration and feedback.
Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They
are appreciated and warmly received.
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Part 3
JP sat quietly at the small table, alone for the moment, while the deep
thumping of the music rattled though his new body. Everything felt strange
and new and more than a little frightening. The music was too loud to
think, but he could still feel. The physical memory of the deep kiss Kelly
had planted on his lips was resonating though his body in ways he'd never
felt before. He felt his nipples stiff and hard, but there was a new
aspect to that familiar sensation - similar to how it felt when his cock
was hard. 'Back when I had a cock,' he thought with a wince. That
particular feeling of arousal was even stronger between his legs, in his
yet-unseen new pussy. He felt warmth and a sticky wetness, making him
slide his thighs together to revel in the feeling.
He was also feeling nervous, alone and on edge. Kelly had left him there
under commands to stay put - except that he had to accept any offer to
dance. He felt like a piece of meat on display at the table with every
passing man giving barely a glance to his face before they took a long,
lingering stare down the generously displayed cleavage his top allowed.
Being so new, the large breasts barely felt like his, but he could feel
the heat rising in his cheeks nonetheless, and he felt so aware of the
visibility of his erect nipples.
'I guess this is how a hard-on will feel now,' he thought, as he watched
Kelly move her body rhythmically and very tightly against the stranger she
had chosen to dance with. He was young, fit and seemed like a good-looking
local fellow. There were some more new sensations to deal with. First, did
she find that guy attractive? (JP silently cursed, realizing that he'd
thought of himself as "she", as Ashley.) Second, why was the jealously so
intense all of a sudden. He'd never been a jealous guy, always choosing
trust over needless worry, and he'd had a pretty high opinion of himself
anyway, so it wasn't like he had to worry too much about other men. Poor
JP had no idea that the hormones and the hypnosis he'd been subjected to
had heightened all of his emotional responses.
As he sipped his drink, he squirmed in the chair, wondering what he was
going to do about this hot moist feeling between his thighs. He didn't
want to move too much, since not only was he dealing with the frustrating
jiggle of his vast cleavage, but the tiny skirt kept riding up, forcing
him to reach down and try to pull at it to keep his round ass covered.
He looked up from the latest attempt to adjust the tiny outfit, only to
find Kelly and her new friend arm in arm and smiling down at him. While
this guy had his arm tight around her, JP couldn't help noticing he wasn't
exactly looking "Ashley" in the eyes; his gaze was focused about a foot
lower, lost in the expanse of cleavage.
"Ashley, sweetie, I've got to run for more drinks," Kelly giggled. "Dance
with Paulo. He's a great dancer!"
JP reluctantly lifted his fine fingers up into the rough grip of the
offered hand, and Kelly was gone in a flash with a kiss to the cheeks of
both him and Paulo. Balance atop the high heels was still a problem, as
was the incredibly strange sensation of his new breasts bouncing to the
beat. Relief to that issue came soon enough, but the solution was not what
JP might have hoped for. Suddenly the pounding dance beat was replaced by
the soft strains of a romantic ballad.
Without hesitation, Paulo pulled her close, and he felt his full breasts
squashed against man's obviously muscular chest. They were so close, and
it was unleashing a flood of unwanted and unexpected feelings, sensations.
That sensation between his thighs was growing stronger and he felt like
his new pussy was actually oozing wetness. In his mind flashed questions
like, "I wonder what Paulo's chest looks like?"
Paulo shifted even closer, tighter. JP felt his breath on his hear, and
knew his own lips must be blowing heated air at him as well. Then he felt
it. They were pulled so close, nuzzling tight, that JP was suddenly
incredibly aware of the stiffness of Paulo's cock against his thigh. Each
slow step had them grinding together, and JP was shamefully aware that he
was using this motion to purposely press against the clearly enlarged
member. He felt his nipples stiffen almost painfully, knowing that they
too would communicate arousal. God, was he really aroused by this?
Interrupting that fearful thought was the Kelly's return with a giddy
smile plastered on her lips. She handed a glistening beer to Paulo and
another daiquiri to JP. The icy drink was no sooner at his lips that Kelly
was pressuring them to finish.
"Come on, finish up," she urged. "I want to get out of here."
There was no complaint from their dancing partner, but JP found it hard to
swallow so quickly with the ice and alcohol going straight to his head. He
had no choice though, and tipped the glass back, feeling a few drops trail
down the corners of her lips as she finished.
JP was tugged along, out of the throbbing enclosure of sound, between
Kelly and Paulo, each holding one of his hands. With the quick pace they
were keeping it was harder than ever to stay upright in the heels, and the
drinks he'd had weren't helping. He had thought they were going to another
club but instead they made a direct course back to their hotel. JP's
thoughts were full of fresh fear, especially when he saw the looks of lust
being shared by his two elevator mates.
Kelly opened the door and guided them all into the hotel. JP realized he
hadn't actually been here since the first night of his arrival, which
seemed simultaneously like just last night and a lifetime ago.
There was a pang of sadness in JP's soul as he recognized the look on his
girlfriend's face and in her body language. She had a healthy buzz, she
was happy and she was horny. The part that stung was that her gaze was on
Paulo, and not on him. She flowed to the minibar, fetching herself two
airplane bottles of tequila and a can of beer, and her eyes never left
him.
Kelly pushed Paulo back into a chair and dropped the beer into his lap.
She turned now to JP and pulled him close.
"Do you like dances, Paulo? Performances?" Kelly's voice was teasing much
more than it was asking. She didn't wait for an answer either, but instead
manoeuvred JP in front of her, between her and Paulo, both of them facing
him as she smiled wide from his seat.
Kelly pulled JP back against her by reaching around and groping her
breasts, one hand on each, hugging her tight - JP felt Kelly's nipples
stiff against his back. He didn't have much time to think about it since
Kelly started moving her hands, firmly and slowly. She was making a
torturous show out of groping all she could reach of the body she called
Ashley.
JP couldn't help but respond, even as he hated exposing his arousal to
Paulo. It felt too good - every nerve ending was tingling and his nipples
were like lightning rods of sensation. Even when Kelly's hands moved away,
he felt the tightness in them. He was squirming, rubbing his thighs
together, and he tasted lipstick as he bit his lower lip for some kind of
control.
Suddenly Kelly's long fingernails were flashing, and JP could only gasp as
she tore away his flimsy top, ripped off the skin-tight skirt, and with
the widening of Paulo's eyes, he felt instant shame, embarrassment,
wanting to cover his body, his new breasts and pussy, with his hands - but
Kelly's grip stopped him.
As he stood there as Ashley, stripped down to a red lace push-up bra that
barely covered his nipples, black stockings and garters, a red lace thong
which he could feel and now see was wet with arousal, struggling to
balance on high heels, he fought internally with lust, shame,
embarrassment and desire. He didn't understand any of it. Why was he
feeling this way, so ashamed, so exposed - it wasn't even his body was it?
Kelly knew, however, how the work she'd had done on JP's mind would be
already integrating his new body with his mind, his deepest sense of who
he was - and it would only get more intense with each new experience and
sensation.
He started to move his hands to cover himself after a moment of stunned
hesitation but before the motion was complete, Kelly gripped him by the
shoulders and turned him to her. JP wondered what she was going to do to
him, how she would torture him further. She surprised him yet again but
bringing her hands up to her own dress, stepping back as she pulled it up
and over her head in a smooth, graceful motion. She stood less than two
feet from him, tossing the garment aside and looking into his eyes and
feeling the heat between them. All that she had on now was the tiniest
white thong, thigh-high white stockings and high heels.
The strange sensation was back in JP's body. He felt his nipples tighten,
and he felt the quiver between his legs, the pulse in his clitoris. His
mind and his body knew this was arousal, and his heart was beating faster
as well. The strange part was that it felt better than an erection. It
affected his whole body, it seemed.
Kelly pulled him to her, and they kissed hungrily. There was no need to
tell JP to obey - in fact it would have been difficult to get him not to
embrace her. He felt his nipples shoot electricity through him as his new
breasts mashed against hers. Their hands were groping each other madly,
urgently, and JP simply loved the feeling of her thin fingers dragging
over his rounded bottom, pressing against his new sex, and kneading the
firm flesh of his breasts.
Behind JP, Paulo loved the sight of the two of them locked in their
passionate embrace. He wanted to touch his own erection, to build the
sensation, so he quietly stripped out of all of his clothes and idly felt
the heat and firmness of his cock in his fingers, sitting right back in
his prime seat.
JP was completely oblivious to anything happening around him. Once the
embarrassment of being nearly naked as a woman, especially in front on
this horny man, was pushed out of his mind he found his mind fighting to
keep up with all the new sensations it was receiving. This was the most
his new body had ever been touched. And it was skin on skin, fingernails
on flesh. Kelly's hands were all over him, on his firm round breasts,
sliding over his ass, between his thighs. He actually moaned into the kiss
and realized his hips were grinding back, wanting more and more, wanting
her hands inside his soaked panties.
Kelly was feeling nearly the same pleasure - perhaps not quite the same
newness in her own sensations, thought it was the first time she'd ever
kissed a "girl." She loved the feel of tits in her hands, loved the warm
wetness she felt through the silk, loved the sensation of being mashed up
against a body much like her own - and knowing her lover was inside it.
She laughed inside, thinking she loved him even more this way. When it
came to getting some cock inside her, well, there was Paulo right there.
She had never lost sight of him, and kept a watchful eye on him as he
discarded his clothes, exposing a tight, firm body formed and tanned by
hard outdoor work rather than gyms and tanning beds.
Kelly broke the kiss, released Ashley/JP from the tight embrace and slide
towards Paulo. She moved between his knees, knelt down, and took his cock
out of his hands. With a wet, slurping lick she took the well-sized shaft
into her mouth. Paulo had done a good job of stroking himself to erection
but she knew a few tricks to get him even stiffer and she went right to
the enjoyable work.
JP hated the moment Kelly's tongue slid out of his mouth, hated that her
hands had slid away from his body. He hated to be standing there, aroused
to the point of vibrating and left alone. He hated even more to see his
lover, his Kelly on her knees with another man's cock in her mouth. But
then again, he wasn't a man any more, was he? He didn't have a cock to be
sucked any more.
He shook his head, banishing the thought, at least for now. He wasn't
going to lose this sexual high, no matter what gender he was. He moved his
eyes to Kelly's ass, the white thong splitting her perfect cheeks,
balanced above her splayed heels, as she wetly took more and more of
Paulo's length into her.
In a second, JP had his hands on that ass, roaming over her hips, tracing
his fingers over the line of her panties, tracing the tops of her
stockings, and simply pressing his body as close to her as he could. He
reached around her with both hands, cupping her breasts, squeezing them
tight, and feeling her nipples stiff against his palms.
Paulo was moments from cumming, the sensation of this wonderful woman
devouring him, her tongue sliding around him like a snake, was only
matched by the visuals of her lips tight around him while her friend did
everything she could to touch and caress her. He wanted it, he wanted
release, right then - he wanted to fill her mouth up with his cum - but
she stopped, she pulled away. A trail of spittle mixed with precum linked
his cockhead and her tongue for a moment, and her smile was so wicked that
he couldn't feel any regret. He could just see in her eyes the best was
yet to come.
Kelly stood upright and turned to face JP. "It's time, Ashley," was all
she said, and she firmly guided him backwards. When he felt his calves hit
the bed he hesitated, balancing for a moment, but she kept pushing back,
and he was on his back on the king-sized comforter in a heartbeat.
Moving around the side of the bed, Kelly's fingers were in his bra, and in
seconds it was gone. JP marvelled for a moment, feeling the weight of
breasts, his breasts, on his chest - and the way they kept their shape
even now in that obscene, pornographically silicone way. His nipples,
exposed to the air, were pinkish red and crinkled tight and stiff, poking
outwards at least three-quarters of an inch.
His eyes were quickly drawn away from his own body, new and exciting as it
was, by the realization that Kelly was kneeling on the bed beside him now,
and that she was peeling off her white thong panties. Once down to just
the stockings and heels, she lifted a leg, and repositioned herself, so
that she was kneeling over JP's head, facing down the bed at Paulo, who
had stood up to get a better look. On his back, gazing straight up, JP saw
the sight he loved so well. He'd always enjoyed going down on Kelly, and
this angle was intoxicating. His tongue was extended and ready to meet her
velvet folds as she lowered herself slowly down.
JP had to arch his neck, bending his head back, to drive his tongue
deeper, to taste the wonderful nectar so readily flowing, and to find her
poking clit. He loved it, and he moans he could hear convinced him that
she was too.
Kelly smiled down, looking at the little slut, buried between her thighs
as she rode his tongue. Her eyes caught Paulo's, and she curled a finger
to draw him closer, and to bring to completion her plans. She pressed down
with her hips, letting JP's face take more of her weight, effectively
pinning him as Paulo approached.
Paulo's cock was raging, watching these two women go at it, and he was
finally going to get some release. He took his signal, and kneeled up on
the end of the bed. JP had dug his heels into the bed to get greater
leverage beneath Kelly, so his legs were already bent, knees raised in the
air. He pushed those knees apart, and smiled wide, seeing the mound,
obviously shaved and ready, beneath the red lace.
The red panties felt like string in his strong grip, and he tore them away
as though they were nothing more than tissue paper. He edged closer on his
knees and he took her ankles in his hands, unfolding her legs and lifting
them, pointing her shoes towards the ceiling, placing them over his
shoulders. His positioning lifted her ass right off the bed, and with one
deep thrust, he was inside her tight wetness.
It took JP a moment to realize what was happening. When it dawned on him,
he wanted to scream, panic, run. His screams were lost against Kelly's
cunt, and his panic only made his mouth a better vibrator. Kelly felt him
starting to squirm beneath her, and she just put more of her weight onto
him, pinning him down, even landing her knees over his hands.
For JP, trapped underneath his lover, time seemed to have gone from racing
out of control to an intense slow motion. He was being fucked! Fucked in
his brand new, virgin pussy. There was a cock, a man's cock, pounding into
him. It was an overwhelming sensation, obviously new, and one that he
couldn't put into words or thoughts. He felt the shaft slide into him,
mixed with a kind of sense-memory of his own former member and how it felt
on such occasions. This was more powerful, an experience not only inside
out, but ten times more intense. It was almost like jerking off with a
tight fist, but with the inside of his hand as wonderfully alive with
sensation as the underside of his cockhead.
Aside from the immediate pleasure of each thrust - and it was pure
pleasure, no matter how much his mind rebelled - there was a slowly
building sensation along with it. He couldn't quite localize it. At first
it felt like he needed to pee, then it was almost pain, then it was
pleasure, pure and intense. He felt his breath quickening, he felt his
skin heat up, and he was panting against Kelly's wet cunt.
Above him, Kelly and Paulo leaned close to each other, allowing their
tongues to meet mid thrusts in urgent kisses, while they jointly ride the
slut beneath them.
JP felt like he was losing grip of reality, of his body and senses. The
sensations just kept building and building. He new, if he was still a man,
that he would have cum long ago, if he had been feeling sensations so
intense. But now, as a woman, as Ashley, he still needed more, wanted
more, even though he had no idea how he could take it. He was squirming as
much as he could, his arms searching about for flesh to touch - Kelly's,
Paulo's; it didn't matter.
Then he felt it. It was like a tremble at first, a spasm, but not his own.
It was Paulo's cock. Paulo's thrusts got more jerky too, and then he could
feel it, inside him, inside his pussy. There was cum shooting into him,
and he felt new muscles within himself, as he tightened his cunt and
squeezed. He was instinctively gripping the pulsing shaft, milking it of
each drop. God, he could feel the warmth of cum inside him, and he could
feel the flesh slide wetly inside him, against him, like he could identify
the veins dragging over his plumped clit.
His clit was on fire; it felt like electricity pumped into his body
through it. He was there, on his back, being fucked, eating out his lover,
and being deeply and fully fucked by his new lover, a man, a man named
Paulo. It was all too much. He came, with a wall of sensation that hit his
body like a wave, nearly knocking the wind out of him, and his scream was
lost against Kelly's pussy, finally driving her over the edge as well. Her
wetness was the last thing he tasted before losing consciousness.
Kelly and Paulo were exhausted as well, and they pulled wetly from each
other, and from the limp body beneath them. They laid themselves down on
either side of the glistening beauty and luxuriated in the feeling of the
breeze on their bare skin.
It was maybe twenty minutes later when Ashley woke, shook her head, and
remembered it all. Looking from one side to the other, seeing the lovely
bodies on either side, she smiled. She leaned up on to her side then
positioned herself up on all fours.
She knew she was new to being Ashley, and she knew she had a lot to learn,
and that it wouldn't be easy. She knew that it would take a lot to get
used to being this way, starting with a new body first, then learning new
desires and skills along the way. But she knew one thing more than any
other - she would never be JP again.
With an internal smile, she bent her arms just enough to lower her face to
the body beneath her, and she sucked Paulo's half-erect cock into her
mouth.
THE END
(c) 2005, 2006 Abe Froman
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