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A Game Best Left Alone Original story by Jennifer Adams Rewritten and revised with permission by Rhonda Barton My friends from college, Mark and Leanne West, bought a house recently. They had been waiting for just the right house to come along, like all young upwardly mobile couples, and had been saving ravenously for almost 5 years. The big old country house which fell into their lap was a dream come true, but one for which they planned. I secretly think that Mark saw himself as a gentleman farmer. I saw Leanne as a true southern belle, mostly because she was just as beautiful and polished without being snotty as I could imagine a woman being. I had dated her unsuccessfully in college before she met Mark, but we always seemed to be better friends than lovers. After she started dating Mark, she made it clear that she wanted to be close friends with me, but not in a sexual way. My masculinity was hurt a bit at first, but our friendship had waxed wonderfully. Even after we became a somewhat inseparable trio, Leanne and I spent many a night talking about a million things that bored Mark to death. Although I came to see Mark as my best friend, Mark called me, jokingly, Leanne's best girlfriend and even suggested I would be better as her maid of honor rather than his best man. Of course that made me blush, but secretly I think Leanne would have welcomed the idea for me to be a girl. We shared those special moments usually reserved for two best girlfriends. Leanne was one with whom I shared my deepest secrets. In return she felt comfortable sharing hers with me. I had finally confessed one night to her over a shared bottle of wine that I had been dressing like a girl since childhood. Instead of being horrified, she was fascinated and asked me about all the details. I explained that despite parental disapproval, I felt very much a female since I was young and that as hard as I might try otherwise, I still felt overwhelmingly like a female. She told me that she always saw me as a girlfriend, but that she never told me that so as not to embarrass me. We even went out as women on occasion when Mark was away and she gave me the confidence I needed to be me, at least on a part time basis. I knew she wanted me to go farther, but I wasn't quite comfortable with what I knew the life of a transsexual would be. I was trying to live with the hurt I experienced in both worlds. Mark and Leanne bought the house out of probate. The previous owners had no living relatives and the court simply auctioned off the contents and sold the house. But even though the house needed a little work, it was one of the great deals of the century, according to Mark. I was happy for both of them. It was a grand old country manor house with seven acres, the next neighbor a good distance away, almost out of sight from their front porch. In some ways I envied them, but realized that my kind of life was better suited to being in a condo with lots of closet space. That's where I was staying for the time being. That day when everything changed was the day I was helping them move in, along with Mark's younger brother Paul. Mark and I had been best friends since soon after he declared his love for Leanne in college. When Leanne became smitten with Mark, she came to me for counseling. I told her that I didn't think there was a better quality guy than Mark and I meant it. Mark was a hard person not to like and, after all, I needed Leanne as a girlfriend more than I needed her as a lover. The three of us were practically inseparable. Paul, Mark's younger brother, five years Mark's junior was almost as likable as his older brother. I had known him almost as long as I had known Mark. Paul was somewhat of the family prodigy and had been attending the university with us when he was only 16. Now 8 years later, he had grown up to become a relatively responsible adult. By that I mean he had a good job and people didn't think he was a jerk. It almost goes without saying that none of us thought he was a jerk either. While we were moving the furniture in and Leanne was cleaning up, we discovered that not all the contents had been sold off. There were still a few large boxes of odd junk left in the attic corner. Leanne was insistent that we get rid of it all, so we brought it down to the truck thinking that we could haul it off to the dump when we finished unloading the furniture. We finished unloading everything and setting up the major rooms just about dark. It had been a long day and we were all tired. Paul and I were just loading the boxes from the attic into the back of the truck when Leanne thought she might want to look through them, if only for clues about the people who lived there. It wasn't much of an effort to drag the few boxes back into the house. We brought them into the living room where Leanne could examine the contents at her leisure. Mark found a nearby pizza place that delivered in the yellow pages and we grabbed cold beers from the refrigerator which we had foreseen were necessary for moving day. It was an exciting time for Leanne and Mark. Paul and I were happy to bask in and be infected with that excitement. We sat back in their topsy-turvy makeshift living room and joked back and forth about their plans for the huge old house while we waited for the pizza. I thought Mark should buy a white suit and sit on the front porch every afternoon and wave at passers-by until sunset. I think he kind of liked that idea but we all found it funny. The pizza delivery kid arrived and not a moment too soon as we were ravenous. Leanne cleared a space for us at the dining room table, got us napkins and plates and we happily set to work on the pepperoni and cheese concoction. It was the best pizza ever, if only because we were hungry. Leanne was careful to tell us not to make too much of a mess. Considering the disarray of the whole house, we broke out in peals of laughter. While we were finishing our pizza at the dining room table, Paul came in with a long wooden box. "Hey guys!" he said energetically. "Check this out!" He set the box on the table next to the pizza. "I found it in the old junk from the attic we brought down. It looks like some kind of a game called "Slits and Shafts." We emptied our minds into the gutter and roared. Mark began reading the sub-text under the title aloud. "Work your way through the lusty valley and meet the challenges along the way, if you dare." Mark looked up at us and said, "Whoa! Maybe the title means what we thought." "Is it some kind of X-rated game?" Leanne asked, excitedly. "I think it's more than that; it sounds like a sex game," I added and Leanne slapped me on the arm with a smile. We sat there blankly staring at this perfectly formed dark wooden box about 20 inches long and about 8 inches wide. It looked like it was brand new. It was constructed without any visible screws, nails or seam. Someone had clearly made this with great care. Leanne said, "Let's play it!" We all looked at her with astonishment. Paul said, "No way! There's only one woman here and she's married to my brother. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in therapy!" I said, "I agree!" Marked raised his eyebrows at the two good points; Leanne, however, was not done. "You will probably spend your life in therapy anyway, unless you can get a grip on some things!" She said this to me as if we were alone and I blushed furiously. Fortunately the other two had no idea what we were talking about and let it go. Mark removed what was left of the pizza bones, plates and silverware to the kitchen counter. "Does anyone else want a beer while I'm up?" he asked. We all said we did and he brought four more bottles into the dining room. I couldn't believe it, but he looked like he was considering playing the game. After all, it was his wife, so why should Paul and I mind if he was ok with it? "Oh, come on!" Leanne said. "Let's play!" When Mark sat down we looked to him and he gave a shrug, so that meant it was ok with him. Seeing that, we each settled back into our four chairs, seats on opposite sides of the almost square mahogany dining table. I caught Paul's eye and he grinned at me. It seemed like we had nothing to lose as long as Mark and Leanne were encouraging us and I grinned back, raising my eyebrows. It was like getting permission to do something naughty. Leanne opened the wooden box to display the game board, which unfolded to twice the width of the original box, much like a slightly narrow version of a Monopoly board. We noticed at once that the writing on each square was in some unintelligible script except for one square which was marked both "Start" and "Finish" with an arrow indicating the direction of play. "What language is this stuff?" Mark asked curiously. As no one knew, he received no answer. While Mark, Paul and I leaned over the board and tried to read the hieroglyphic squares, Leanne removed a perfect small wooden box from inside to reveal the game pieces. There were four beautifully carved pieces which were roughly anthropomorphic in shape, but in beautifully iridescent hues. There was a blue one, a green one, a pink one and a purple one. Leanne reached in first to take the blue piece out, but it wouldn't budge. "I think this one's stuck!" she said with a frown. She then grabbed the purple one and put it on the square marked "Start." Mark was the first one to say what each of us was thinking. "Where are the directions? How do you even play this?" We looked at each other as if to ask if the other knew something we didn't. Mark shrugged and, following Leanne's lead, reached for a game piece. He selected the blue one, intent on loosening it from its stuck position. He was pleasantly surprised that it released itself easily to his hand. "It just took my greater masculine strength" he said with a grin. Leanne replied, "Masculine bull is more like it!" to which we all chuckled. Examining his game piece carefully, Mark said, "It looks like a blue little man!" Paul reached in and selected the green one. He examined his too, nodding that it too was a male. Leanne picked up and examined her piece and noticed that it was definitely a woman. Each placed his game piece on the Start position. That left only the pink piece at which I balked. It was clearly a female form like Leanne's. "Hey, I don't want to be pink or a girl!" I said. "I'll pass." Leanne piped up with, "Don't be such a sissy!" She paused before adding with a sly grin, "You might like being a girl if you only gave it a chance!" The three laughed at me, but Leanne was clearly referring to my secret which I wasn't keen on revealing to anyone else, especially not two heterosexual males who were my friends. I blushed furiously as Leanne shared a private wink with me. I still didn't want to play. I was considering how to extricate myself from the game when the pink piece jumped out of its holder and moved to the Start square by itself. Stunned, we stared first at the game pieces and then at each other. Something we didn't understand was clearly at work here. "I guess you're playing, honey!" Leanne said, numbly as if to a girl friend. This was not an auspicious beginning, but the guys laughed, albeit nervously. After a moment's pause, Mark's eyes were suddenly dark and serious. He said, "I don't know about this game, guys. Did you all see that movie Jumanji?" We each nodded soberly. Paul added, "Yeah, you mean like Zathura too!" referring to another movie. Both of those games created roles and situations for people that were very real and sometimes terrifyingly dangerous. Reaching out, I grasped the pink piece to remove it from the board, but it wouldn't move. "I think it's stuck," I said. Leanne softly added, "I think we're all stuck!" There was a quiet pause after she said this while butterflies bred in my stomach. Mark said quietly, "Look! We don't even know how to play this game, so let's just get up from the table before anything bad happens. We can throw this thing in the trash before we get stuck some place we would rather not be." The rest of us just looked at him and nodded, afraid to say anything or make any sudden moves. We had seen the movies so we could speculate what might happen if we played. It was no longer a fun proposition and it was no longer a game. However, as well intended as we were, before we could even stand up and move away, we heard a sharp whirring sound from the box. We looked at it as a small 8 inch screen popped up from the box itself in front of each of us. The screen had a thin metal frame, but the screen itself was transparent. We watched in awe as words, fortunately in English, began to appear like a ghostly hand was there for us. It said, "Play the game! Your dreams will be true." You could see the detail on it like a very fine computer video monitor. The odd thing was that you could see through the screen onto the game board too. It looked like a very expensive holographic image. It definitely wasn't any technology any one of us had ever seen. Suddenly each of the screens, simultaneously, went blank. Script began to appear slowly in the upper part of the screens, writing on it in a translucent green. It was like an unseen hand writing on the air with a laser. At the top left on each screen was printed "Slits" and on the top right "Shafts". Paul swallowed hard and said, "Well, I guess we are playing! Who's first?" Still recovering from the screen magic, a small door clicked open in the center of the board and a pair of dice jumped out. They rolled across the board towards Leanne. She said, "I guess it's me." We nodded in quiet assent. Picking up the dice, she rolled a six. She reached out to move her piece, but just like mine, hers moved all by itself. Suddenly words began to appear just below the "Slits" on each of our screens. It's time for you to impress the guys; For that you'll need a bigger bra size! As soon as it appeared, Leanne's shirt began to expand as her breasts began to inflate like balloons until they looked about triple their original size. Momentarily she got a painful look on her face but she quickly relaxed, staring in amazement at her chest as it finally seemed to stop growing. She touched her boobs tentatively and then held them underneath to verify they were, in fact, real and substantial. Evidently they were because they moved. She was amazed at the wrong thing. "My bra must have changed too!" she intoned. The three of us just stared at the transformation. Leanne had never been what anyone would call small breasted, but now she was more like Dolly Parton. She noticed Paul's and Mark's and my stares and she giggled, shaking her new boobs provocatively at each of us. They were very impressive. I could tell Mark was very impressed by the silly grin on his face. I was in shock. Leanne was giggling. Paul didn't need to be convinced further. He grabbed the dice and rolled them, but nothing happened! "But I'm sitting next to Leanne!" he complained. Mark, who was sitting opposite Leanne, next to Paul and me, picked up the dice almost casually and rolled them. He rolled a seven and his piece moved all by itself, drawn by that unknown hand. Upon his figure arriving at the designated space, words appeared again on our screens, this time in the Shafts window. Ladies like for you to be trim and fit, So you can give them a firm place to sit. All at once, Mark's stomach began to shrink and his face became somewhat thinner, almost like he had hired an instant trainer. Considering that Mark had never been the athletic type, this was quite a drastic change for him, but he clearly enjoyed the change because he positively beamed. We could tell Leanne liked what she saw too. "Hubba hubba!" she said with a low sultry voice, smiling at her husband across the table. We laughed, albeit somewhat nervously. Clearly they were both taken with each other so much so that it was almost embarrassing to be there at such a private moment. "I think you were next, Paul," I suggested to him handing him the dice. It wasn't that I was afraid so much as I was excited. I wanted to see how Paul might be helped to become something better than he already was. I was anxious to see the game's quirks once more before subjecting myself to its whims. Paul was clearly anxious after the two gifts to his brother and sister in law. "I guess so," he said noncommittally, still sneaking a look at Leanne's big boobs. I could imagine he was probably pretty excited. He took the dice and rolled a five. His piece moved five spaces and words appeared in the Shafts window once again. You can drive ladies as mad as a hatter, It's fake when they say: "Size doesn't matter!" Immediately Paul jumped up from the table as though he'd been stung, looking down past his belt. We could all see the crotch of his pants bulging noticeably out. "What the hell?" he yelled as he stared at his pants growing to accommodate his new equipment. Turning away from us quickly, we could hear him unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper. He was turned away from Leanne, but his brother could obviously see and Mark gave out a low whistle of masculine appreciation. "Oh....MY...Gawd!" Mark intoned as he saw what Paul had received. Leanne tried to see but Paul was too quick for her, refastening his pants and turning back to the table. Taking his seat, I could see he was as happy as I have ever seen him. It must have been a monster piece in his pants if the bulge was any indication. All eyes were now on me and they watched with great anticipation as I rolled the dice. They were grinning at the same thing I was, wondering what bountiful blessing would be bestowed on me much like them. My imagination ran wild into the macho categories. Maybe I would finally be free of my girl penchants. I rolled a four and the pink figure moved four squares. We all watched the Shafts window, but nothing appeared. Instead in the Slits window the words read: There's one Shaft too many so you're in for a ride; You'll be playing this game from the other side. Like Paul, I jumped up from my seat as I felt a sharp pain in my crotch. Immediately I reached into my pants only to feel my manhood receding. I reached further inside my underwear to grab at it, but it kept slipping away, getting smaller until it slipped out of my fingers. As my fingers tried to follow it, they found a cleft where it had seemingly disappeared. My mind instantly recognized what had happened, but refused to believe it. I had to remove my hand from my crotch as my underwear and pants shrunk in to fit tightly against my new anatomy. Still not believing what had happened, I held my hand over my new crotch below my zipper. I wasn't going to be peeing standing up any more. I had become a biological female! I looked up to see all three of them staring at me, especially at the place where it was apparent my male equipment no longer resided. Had anything else changed? I touched my face, but it felt the same. I felt for breasts, but there were none. Evidently the only change was that I was now biologically a woman, but otherwise looked like a man. It was Leanne who broke the silence with, "Is your...thing gone?" she asked haltingly. I nodded, looking at her in shock. "Do you have a... um a..." I nodded again, dumbly before adding, "I'm a slit!" Something grabbed hold of me from the inside and I felt myself start to cry. Excusing myself, I said I had to use the bathroom. Inside I locked the door before breaking out in tears that seemingly had come from nowhere and had no end. At the same time, I unbuttoned my pants and sat on the toilet to pee as naturally as I had done it my entire life. I didn't know what else to do, so I emptied my bladder and cried. There was a knock on the door. It was Leanne. "Bobby, honey? Let me in please!" At first I was horrified at the idea of her being in the bathroom with me, and started to cry again. She kept talking to me and for some reason or other I just reached over and unlocked the door, still sitting on the toilet. Leanne came in quickly and closed the door behind her, bending in front of me holding my head against her big boobs, telling me it was ok. It calmed me considerably, but I was really frightened, mostly because of this uncontrolled display of emotion, but partly, at least, because of my new female equipment. Leanne told me she was at least glad we could both be girls together one time during this life, even if it was just until the end of the game. With that I laughed a little and I dried my eyes. Leanne reminded me to use the toilet paper. I reminded her how I used to tease her about when we used to get beer and she used to buy toilet paper. I always had a smart remark about that. "Well, at least now you know how we feel, huh?" I nodded and smiled as I dressed, cleaned myself up. I washed my face and hands and brushed my hair. "Did anything else change?" I asked her. She looked me over top to bottom before answering in the negative. "Look at it this way, hon!" she said softly. "Whatever changes happen, they'll all change back at the end of the game, right?" For the first time in what seemed hours, my spirits brightened. "Whatever it is, let's just go back and finish playing; let's just get the game over. In both of those movies, when they finished the game, everything went back to the way it was, right?" I nodded and said, "I guess it's your turn, Leanne." I added, "Just hope you don't get a big dick like Paul!" We both laughed at that idea. "One more thing you should know, Bobby!" Leanne intoned somewhat seriously. "What is it?" I asked seriously. "We tend to leak. Please be careful of my chairs, ok?" she warned me carefully. I laughed and said I would be very careful. Returning to the game, I felt closer to her than I ever had. Back at the table, the guys looked a little worried until I assured them that I was ok, but just wanted to get to the end to change everything back the way it was. Paul looked a little upset about that idea. Leanne rolled "snake eyes" and her piece moved two squares. In the Slits window appeared: Your new assets are as sweet as honey, So lose a turn to show them for money. A blue aura surrounded Leanne as her entire figure became translucent like smoke. When that occurred, the entire blue aura began to quickly funnel itself into the screen in front of her. In a matter of seconds, Leanne was no longer sitting in the chair next to me. "Where is she?" roared Mark, standing up ready to race over to her chair. Paul was the first one to notice the screen. "Look at the screen!" he said in amazement. None of us was ready for what we saw. On the Slits side of the display was a picture of what looked like a stage with a woman dancing, wearing only a thong and high heels. I was amazed that I could recognize it was Leanne and her now enormous breasts. She was dancing in front of a dozen or more men in front of the stage. Each was extending his arm, intent on giving her money, for which she gave them a smile and a personal titty shake. This in turn set them off again and more money appeared. As we watched, Leanne was now waving her butt in their faces, carefully tucking the money into her thong. It didn't look like Leanne minded the sudden rise of attention in the least. Paul looked like he wouldn't have minded being part of the audience. On the other hand, Mark minded a lot. He was horrified. "Shit! What do we do?" Paul was fascinated by Leanne's sensuous dance and I could tell he was becoming thoroughly aroused. Finally Paul said, "All we can do is keep playing." His encouragement was motivated by a different point of view at that point. Mark glumly agreed. Mark rolled a three and his piece moved the three spaces automatically. The Shafts window came to life: Take off your clothes and show that you're deft, by stripping the clothes off the Slit on your left. Mark stood up and removed off his clothes, folding them neatly on a table behind him... For the first time I caught a look at his new body. To say it was impressive was an understatement. Mark was as toned and fit as any man I had ever seen in the gym. It was an impressive change for him and he seemed at home in his new body. I was somewhat unnerved when he stepped around the table and towards me. Immediately panic seized my entire being. Was this my new emotions again or was I just being careful? I had girl equipment now so maybe I should be more careful. I wondered whether I could get pregnant. I jumped out of my chair almost knocking it over in the process. "Listen to me, please! I am not going to show you that I have girl parts now! It's embarrassing enough just to have it without you guys seeing it!" "Got to, man," Paul said and pointed at my screen where we could still see Leanne dancing. Why was everyone having fun except me? Time passed in silence. "Okay, but I'll do it!" I started to take off my shirt, but Mark interrupted. "Bobby, this is awkward for us too. I don't want my wife dancing for guys any longer than we have to." He told me this softly and with sincerity. I nodded and stood facing him like a wedding night martyr. I didn't have to like it, but I would make it easier for him to take all my clothes off. When he was finished, blushing to my core, I covered my new vulva with my hands in a girlish fashion. Why was this so natural to me? I still felt ashamed at being naked in front of my friends, especially so emasculated. Mark and Paul looked away from me, embarrassed as much as I was. They wanted to see a naked girl, but I still looked like a guy otherwise. It was confusing even to me! There was nothing more to say so we sat down. I was more comfortable now that my sex was at least concealed by the table. It was Paul's turn. We said nothing as Paul rolled the dice. He rolled six and his piece moved six spaces. The Shafts window displayed the following: Your thoughts are correct so here's a surprise; The Slit he just stripped looks more pleasing to guys. I felt a massive pressure on my chest as though it were compressing me and I closed my eyes to withstand the pain. The wind was taken from me, but all I felt was that I was shrinking. My hands became smaller and my arms became lighter. Opening my eyes, I watched as my legs shrank to the size of my old arms, my feet coming slightly off the floor in the chair. I looked up in surprise as I felt a tickling down my neck and back, my hair growing longer and fuller, my new bangs falling into my eyes. My mouth felt smaller too. As I raised my hand to examine my face, I realized just how small and delicate an instrument my hand had become. Last of all, my chest expanded slowly to create two bounteous breasts which I stared at as if they had a life of their own. I shook my head in disbelief, feeling my heavy mane move with me, my shorter body, replete with a soft, fair and hairless skin of dark cream. My stomach had shrunk and my hips had expanded. I looked at Paul and Mark in terror, automatically covering my breasts. Hysterically I let out a shriek before bounding off to the safety of the bathroom again. Behind the locked bathroom door, I carefully looked in the mirror at what had changed. I had flowing dark brown hair and a very attractive pretty face, deep brown eyes and a tiny nose. Judging from my position, I reasoned that I was some 8 or 10 inches shorter than my previous 6 feet. Moving my lips, shifting my head, I looked for the remnants of my previous self. I could only find myself in my eyes; my hair color was the same, but the rest was a girl I felt I had seen somewhere before but couldn't place at the moment. It was eerie that somehow she was someone I knew. For some reason or other, that made me more comfortable and my heart stopped racing quite as much. After all, I was still myself. Before returning I looked around for something to cover my nakedness. All I could find was a bath towel, but it was a little short. Even so, I wrapped it around myself doing the best I could. Trying to remain calm, I brushed my hair and made sure I was covered before unlocking the bathroom door again. I returned, nevertheless, holding the towel over my new breasts which really did have a life of their own, taking short steps so as not to reveal myself below. Paul and Mark watched my discomfort with grins on their faces. I glared at them fiercely as if it were their fault. In fact it WAS really Paul's, wasn't it? Sitting down I still held the towel to my chest, no longer worried about exposing myself on the bottom as it was eclipsed by the heavy table. I tried to move slowly so that my breasts wouldn't move. Nevertheless, Paul was sneaking a look at me out of the corner of his eyes. There was no doubt I had excited him severely. I wondered whether he would be as excited if he were in my place. Paul said, "I'm sorry, Bob. I know I shouldn't stare, but you really DO look hot!" "Well, I kind of understand but, well, I guess I would do the same, but...is that my old voice?" "Well, the rest of you changed and that is not your male voice. You sound just like a woman too." Mark paused before continuing. "Can we extricate my wife please?" I brushed my hair back out of my face with one hand, still carefully hiding my modesty and said, with false bravery, "Yes, I suppose we have to get to the end in order to change it all back." Apprehensively, I picked up the dice and rolled them. I rolled an eight and my figure moved forward 8 spaces. I crossed my fingers for something better than what I had already received. The Slits window cleared for a moment and then displayed: You're pretty as a picture so it would be a hoot, If you went for your own nude fashion shoot. I felt the same blue aura form around me that I had seen around Leanne. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on a bed naked with satin sheets and a guy with a camera was snapping pictures of me. My body moved as though it had a mind of its own as the guy kept saying things like, "Oh yeah, Baby! Just like that! Make me feel the love!" I smiled and taunted and seduced the camera with my eyes and lips as if I had been doing this forever. I had no idea what was driving me, but it was exciting, even though I thought the camera guy was a bit of a sleaze. All that dawned on my mind was that I was hot and that the camera was where everyone was going to be able to see me. I was intent on exciting every man and making him want me. I could feel myself thinking how much work this really was and how tired I was becoming when suddenly, as quickly as I appeared there, I was sitting in my chair in Mark and Leanne's dining room. I was still naked, but was fortunately sitting on my towel. Before I could really get my bearings and rewrap myself, I noticed that Paul was now naked and Mark looked a bit more manly and proud. I also noticed a manila envelope sitting on the table in front of me to my left. Opening it, I found the photos from the photo shoot I had just made. Although it had seemed like a dream, it had been very real! As I thumbed through nearly 50 8x10 pictures, I decided I liked the way I looked. I really was hot! Although that fact made me blush slightly, I was inwardly very pleased. Standing to wrap the towel around me, looking over the edge of the table, I discovered that Mark and Paul must have thought I looked pretty hot too; they were both standing at full attention. There was a lot of them to stand that way too! That excited me considerably, but I didn't let them see it. In the photos I was rubbing my nipples and playing with myself for the camera. I had no doubt that Mark and Paul would have liked personal copies of the pics, but probably something more personal, too. "Well," I decided to myself, "they would just have to suffer." I found myself wondering how long guys that big could stay that stiff. If Leanne were there, she would have killed Mark for getting stiff looking at me! Well, the pictures were mine, I guessed, and Leanne wasn't there. Mark's throbbing member didn't really look like it understood the difference, even though Mark himself tried to look away. I held the towel loosely over my chest, feeling somewhat foolish. Hadn't they just seen me do all sorts of things? Covering myself now seemed almost pointless. Nevertheless, I held it over my breasts. I had no idea why except that I felt it was required. Mark broke the silence. "It's your turn and then Leanne's." I put the pictures back in the envelope and nodded. Taking a short breath and holding it, I picked up the dice, blew on them in my hand and rolled them. I rolled three and my piece moved the three spaces. The Slits window displayed: Now you're really cute, but you could be pretty, Your makeup should be for a night in the city. I could feel the lip gloss across my lips, the mascara making my eyes heavy, the powder and blush and finally eyeliner. I looked at my hand holding the towel to watch my fingernails grow almost an inch and paint themselves a deep red. I looked down to my feet to see them display a matching shade on my toenails. Feeling two small pricks in each ear lobe and then a weight, I deduced I must now be wearing earrings. A gold chain appeared around my neck with a perfect polished crystal with a ruby in the center which hung down to the top of my sizable cleavage. My hair was drawn up in the back and fashioned to my head in an upsweep. When it all stopped, I released my breath. The guys reacted to the change with utter astonishment before finally registering broad smiles of approval. Finally, the game was giving me something which I was going to enjoy! It was the feeling of being elegant and for the first time I felt like I belonged to myself in a beautiful way. No sooner had I begun to bask in the warm glow of feeling pretty when, to my right, the reverse of the blue aura appeared. It deposited Leanne back into her chair in a matter of seconds from her display window. Leanne sat naked in her chair looking a bit bewildered, but holding a thick wad of cash. She tried to cover her huge breasts, but found it an almost impossible task. Despite the shocked look on her face, she couldn't help looking at me, and asking, "Who are you? Where's Bobby? Why am I naked?" Finding it funny that someone else was more puzzled than me, I replied, "First, I'm Bobby, you're still wearing a thong and I didn't know you were such a great dancer or such a little prick tease!" "What's that supposed to mean?" she started to ask angrily and then asked, in wonder, "Who are you?" "I must be the girl of your dreams," I replied simply, to which she gave me a quizzical look. "I'm Bobby, Leanne! Don't you remember me?" Leanne was not amused. Her emotions ran from confusion to disbelief and finally to alarm. "Bobby? Oh honey! What have they done to you?" She put her hand over her mouth, finally forgetting about the stack of bills. "So how much did you make, you little vixen?" I asked with an evil smile. "Almost a thousand dollars," she responded automatically, still staring at me up and down in disbelief. "Well, if we don't finish this game, you are going to spend it all on getting my hair styled. Is that ok with you?" "Sure," she replied, still on automatic. She paused again before asking "Is that really you?" It was starting to sink in with her. "Yes, it is I," I replied flatly. "Let's try and finish this game, shall we?" I suggested "But I'm naked," she pointed out softly. Exasperated I dropped my towel to expose my breasts. "OK, now I'm naked too. Can we play the game now? I'm sorry you have bigger boobs than I do but I can't do anything about it now." I paused for that to sink in before adding, "We are now ALL naked! Leanne, please roll the dice!" She leaned back in her chair and let her arms fall away from her huge boobs. They bobbed as if in momentary laughter. I was sure that if Mark and Paul had lost any inflation from our discussion, they were certainly pumping it back in now. Her boobs were impressive, even from my point of view as a girl. She rolled the dice and got a nine. Her piece moved nine squares and words again appeared in the Slits window. Give the Shafts a nice wet dream, By licking a Slit and making her scream. "What does that mean?" Leanne asked. "I can't lick my own slit!" I could feel my face turn red as Mark said, "I think it means Bobby!" Leanne's eyes got big. "No way! I can't lick a pussy, even hers!" I didn't know what to say, but I felt we were dangerously close to a confession I didn't want to hear. I was pretty sure that I didn't want her to lick my new sex with two male friends watching, but I was less sure that I didn't want her to do it at all. I squirmed in my discomfort as I wrestled with the idea. On the other hand, I didn't want my new sex to be my permanent sex and it was her idea to play this damn game. Someone else could carry the burden of this game for a while. Luckily, I didn't have to say anything. Paul did. "Oh come on, Leanne! Just do it so we can end this." To my ears, it sounded like a horny male who had a chance at watching two girls together. Why didn't that surprise me? Leanne looked at me uncertainly and I shrugged, trying to appear neutral. "All right," she said. "Come here and lie on the rug." I sheepishly got up and walked to where she was, laid my towel down on the rug and reclined with my knees up. For her part, Leanne knelt down at my feet, looking very unsure of herself, pushed my feet back and my knees apart. I glanced up at the guys who were doing their best not to look like they were enjoying the heck out of this. They weren't even trying very hard, but then I reasoned that it probably wasn't even possible for them. Somewhat more nervous now, not knowing quite what to expect, I smiled weakly at Paul and he grinned in return. I turned my head away and watched Leanne approach. "I know you've done this before," she said to me evenly. I smiled at her remembering when I had done this to her. She blushed probably thinking the same thing. The difference was this was my first time I was on the receiving end. She added, in a whisper, "You owe me big time for this one!" with a wink and a smile. I was glad she wasn't going to hate doing this at least. Gingerly she put her head between my legs and began to kiss my inner left thigh softly. Her first touch felt exquisite and I was torn between enjoying the experience and being part of a show. Working her way slowly to my sex, she teased me with her tongue, finally probing my lips apart gently. She then began her ministrations, extending her tongue into the depth of me, dabbing and darting and kissing me gently, waiting for my reactions. Although I was enjoying myself, I have to admit that I was feeling more than a bit awkward trying to overcome the newness of my sex. In addition to this, I was having lots of difficulty having sex as a girl WITH a girl in front of two men. After all, I had been in a locker room shower with both few weeks before at the squash courts. Being a woman took both concentration and security. Although I was having trouble with both ideas, I held Leanne's head and stroked her hair, closed my eyes and tried to let it flow over me. It was wonderful, but it was only a warm and intimate feeling. Where was the explosive nature I had heard about? I looked up when I heard Mark's voice. Mark said, "What the hell? There are words in the shaft window too." Paul read them aloud: You guys should try and help with the mood; There's two of you, one for each boob. Grinning they stood up from their respective chairs and walked around to where we were on the rug, their big sticks waving grossly in the air like some sort of battle armament. Men being involved with us seemed fearfully out of place, although Leanne hadn't paid any attention to them. She was lost in applying her best efforts to me. They both knelt on either side of me watching Leanne. Paul was the first to touch my right breast. My nipples were already extended, but it felt delicious to have him touch me and I squirmed reluctantly from the pleasure. Mark followed suit and soon they were kissing and sucking both breasts. It was like a signal for an electric current to run into my nether regions, and I lifted my hips involuntarily, pushing them into Leanne's face. Feeling me react, she began in earnest to pleasure me. Whatever inhibitions I had felt previously were gone. I held the men's heads at my boobs now, adoring the feelings that they evoked, the stars shooting into the night behind my closed eyes, my hips trying to twist against Leanne's tongue as she spread me open and teased me. No longer was I worried about the men's possible treachery as much as I feared that they might stop their attention of my boobs before I was ready for them to be finished. The shooting stars appeared so frequently behind my eyes that I relaxed and just watched them emerge all over my mind's sky, a warmth growing in my tummy that soothed all my anxiety. It was like being encompassed by balmy bliss. Leaning forward, I kissed both Mark and Paul's heads as they kissed, sucked and flicked my nipples, no longer thinking, but merely grateful for their attention, knowing exactly what attention I needed on my breasts and nipples. I held them tightly against me, gasping at times when my breath was taken away, now feeling the coal fire working its way up into my abdomen. I wasn't aware of what it was until it was upon me, possessing me completely and flowing though my entire body. I was wracked by my first female orgasm suddenly and I closed my thighs on Leanne's head hard, pulling the men even harder against my breasts as I shrieked. The sound was coming from someone else, seemingly, as I thought for a moment I seemed to be floating in mid air, pushing my sex hard against Leanne's mouth, shuddering involuntarily over and yet again over. My eyes popped open sleepily, finally acknowledging the fading pulsations through my nether regions, rubbing the men's heads in delightful appreciation as they relaxed their licking and raised their heads, grinning like idiots. I was smiling too, but ever so much deeper and wonderfully. I was conscious that my nipples were suddenly cold and I looked down to see where Mark and Paul had purposefully applied their best efforts to my breasts. They were covered with their saliva, something which made me feel another pleasure shudder through my being. Leanne was slowing as I became too sensitive to touch, still kissing my thighs and licking my natural secretions avidly. I stroked her head softly, appreciating her earnest efforts, wanting her to know how dear she had been to me. I could never see Leanne in the same way again. As she raised herself, I laughed at seeing her, her face wet from her success, looking like she had enjoyed herself almost as much as I had. Still kneeling between my legs, she leaned forward suddenly and kissed me. "I enjoyed that, but you owe me big time, girlfriend!" she whispered into my ear so the boys couldn't hear. I laughed with delight at the unspoken bond which held us. Paul and Mark stood up slowly, looking very proud of themselves and almost as satisfied as I felt inside, although I noticed that their cocks still bobbed straight out. I was expecting them both to have masturbated during that time, but was pleased that they had done nothing to cheapen the experience for me. Nevertheless, I could not help but feel a pang of responsibility for their plight, even if I didn't completely approve of their watching us like a stage show. It was a mixture of responsibility and desire and natural abhorrence that had me in its grips, the fading lusciousness of the female bonding fading slightly. I felt like I was even starting to think like a woman! Alarmed at that thought, I returned my mind to the game. It was Paul who helped me up for which I thanked him and he smiled at me, which made me blush. My legs were wobbly and he put his arm around my waist until I sat down, being careful to spread the towel under me. I thanked him again, looking into his face, seeing his smile and feeling my knees get suddenly weak again. Embarrassed at feeling so much a female, I turned to watch Mark help Leanne back to her seat. For her part, she had retrieved a towel too and placed it carefully beneath her shapely bottom. "Would I have thought about a towel underneath me if I weren't a girl?" I asked myself. Of course I knew the answer, and I was enjoying the response. Leanne was the first to talk and said, brightly, "Well, that wasn't as bad as I had thought." That broke us all up in laughter, although mine was a slightly more embarrassed giggle and I raised my hand to my mouth to disguise it somewhat. We were at least seeing the positive side to all of this and finally enjoying ourselves. There seemed no terrible sin in that now. Paul rolled the dice and got a six. His piece moved accordingly and the words appeared in the Shafts window. The Slit you are facing needs something yummy; So pump up your shaft and fill up her tummy. We all just stared at the words. Finally I said, "I have to give Paul a blow job?" I was stunned! Leanne said, "Bobby, you didn't mind it when he sucked on your boobs, did you?" I reddened at the inarguable point and glanced briefly across the table at Paul with a short smile of gratitude. She continued, "After all, doing that probably got him as hot as he is." She motioned vaguely to his lap where no doubt his engorged member was still waving in the air. Paul was doing a guy's job at remaining neutral, but I could hear every word his brain was saying. It fairly begged for me to do it. I had come this far and I still wasn't sure. Leanne nailed the matter closed when she said, "You ARE a girl now and this has nothing to do with how you would feel if you were a guy doing the same thing." I realized that she was right and nodded in agreement. As I stood up to come to him, Leanne went to the living room. She returned with a pillow as I arrived next to Paul's side. I felt a bit sick looking at his eager member. "Here!" she said putting the pillow on the floor. "This will make you more comfortable." I slowly knelt before him, his big thing now staring at me in the face. As I looked up at Paul, I felt his reassurance rather than his demand. Somehow, that made all the difference. Torn as I was between the terror of his size and the desire in my heart, I was going to overcome this and do what I needed to do anyway. I really did want to suck his dick. I just didn't understand why. Just then, Paul gave out a short yelp. Alarmed, I watched his crotch bulge in front of my eyes. His balls seemed to be swelling at an alarming rate. Mark said, "I think the longer you wait, the fuller they're going to get." Cautiously taking hold of his penis, I looked up into Paul's now pained face. "Does it hurt?" I asked tentatively. I cupped his growing sack, hoping to take the weight off them. "It's like a pressure inside me; I really don't want them to explode!" he said nodding fearfully. They felt like they were twice as big now and still growing. I nodded and bent to do what I now knew I had to do. Opening my mouth as far as I could, I closed my eyes and pushed the tip of his member inside my lips. Covering my teeth as well as I could, I began to suck his smooth warm cock very slowly. I heard Paul groan in what I hoped was appreciation. I could only get a few inches into my mouth, but I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure which I hoped the others wouldn't hear. I felt Paul respond and I sucked harder, moving my lips as deep as I could, his head now stuffing my throat dangerously close to the gag reflex I did not wish to test. I heard Paul softly say, "Hurry!" I kneaded his ball sack which was still growing and I ran my other hand the length of the shaft I could not stuff into my mouth. I sped up my hand a bit in time with my mouth going as deep as I possibly could, deeper than I had wanted to before. I found myself not only wanting more of him, but wanting him in his entirety. It was a very hot moment thinking of all his sperm he had waiting for me in that sack and I massaged him to show my appreciation. I really wanted his sperm now. I began sucking harder, now making little mewling noises, wordlessly telling him how much I wanted his cock inside me, how much I wanted him to give up his cream, how much I wanted to satisfy him. I heard a groan from him which could be none other than pleasure and it made me swell with pride that I was servicing him so well. Increasing my efforts, I could feel his breath come shorter, his balls still growing and my thighs become terribly damp. Within a few seconds I heard his breath become ragged, his balls contract slightly and I knew it was a sign that he was going to orgasm. I readied myself, not wanting to be choked by this, no doubt, prodigious torrent. Keeping my rhythm steady, I felt him hold his breath momentarily which signaled to me the imminence of his cream delivery. I reduced the length of his cock travel in my mouth so that he wouldn't drown me, but kept up the stroking of my hand and the pressure of my lips on him. As I expected, I was rewarded with the first long spurt of his jism. The first spurt was much harder than I had imagined, nearly filling my mouth which was still half full of cock. I swallowed immediately and received my second larger spurt which threatened to overflow my mouth. I moaned with both delight and surprise, which, after swallowing with difficulty, caused another load to arrive, filling my mouth yet again. Swallowing yet a third time, I wisely put his cock head barely inside my lips, freeing up much needed volume, but kept stroking him with my hand, kneading his huge balls. I was a bit worried as they didn't seem to be nearly empty, but pride in what I was doing encouraged me to redouble my efforts. He was ejaculating in rhythm with my hand now, and I timed each spurt carefully, being quick about swallowing but leaving what I could not swallow uncomfortably in my mouth to be taken with the next load. After what must have been at least a dozen spurts, I felt his balls growing smaller and I eased the pressure on my very tired lips. The spurts continued to come but with far less pressure and slightly less volume. After about six more, I began to listen to his moans of pleasure. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was looking down at me with a huge smile on his face. I smiled too, although it could hardly be interpreted that way by him with his member still stuffed in my mouth. However, it had the result of feeding me another monster load of his sperm, at which I moaned loudly with intense pleasure of pleasing my man. As he slackened his production, I decreased my rhythm on his shaft and his spurts lessened noticeably. I could feel my tummy being warmed and filled with the huge amount of baby juice and I was a bit worried that I would become too full. I looked up at Paul again, and he looked down at me with an ever bigger grin of pleasure at me, caressing my head. Removing the head from my mouth with a pop, I let him finish his orgasms dripping the last few gentle spurts onto my outstretched tongue. He seemed to enjoy my doing that and as he finished ejaculating, I held his softening member and kissed it deeply, showing him his deposit on my tongue and then showing him that I swallowed his delivery with a huge smile of satisfaction. Leaning on his chair for support, I remember being surprised that he was still standing up after pumping that huge quantity into me. He sat down heavily in the chair, his eyes glazed over like a slot machine that was stuck on a spin. For a moment I thought he would fall unconscious, but instead he just sat there holding onto the table to keep the world from going around too fast in his head, grinning like an idiot. I was openly pleased that I had pleasured him so well. My tummy, as the game said, was well filled. It felt like a quart, but I didn't think I could have held that much of anything. "I can't believe you swallowed that" I heard Leanne say with an open note of hostility in her voice. "I never swallowed that much in a whole weekend!" she added. I couldn't believe she was jealous. Then again, I didn't really care. Mark looked up at her with a slightly furrowed brow. "Relax, Mark! I'm talking about my early college days before I knew you!" I hoped he was satisfied with that excuse, but I wanted to talk to her later about that. However, at that very moment, I was tired and very, very full. I could almost feel the hot juice sloshing inside of me. I wondered whether it might have been two quarts!! Leanne came over to help me to my feet, retrieving the pillow from the floor at the same time. "Good job, girlfriend!" she announced kissing me hard on the lips. I must have looked surprised because she giggled and added, "Oh Paul! You are just delicious!" referring to the remnant flavors of his jism yet on my tired lips. Paul grinned and blushed his meager response. It was Mark's turn to look a bit jealous, but he said nothing. We giggled at him before returning to our seats, carefully placing the towel slightly between my damp legs. I was just about to mention that Paul should be careful too when Leanne got up and returned with a towel for Paul. "I don't think I could stand knowing that the spots on that chair upholstery were from your schlong," she said wryly. "Especially" she added, "when I had to watch my best girlfriend suck you dry!" She winked at me, and I felt good being able to make her a bit jealous and, no doubt, horny. Mark got up and brought Paul a beer, as if they were congratulating each other. Leanne and I looked at each other in amazement. "Aren't we good enough to rate another beer?" she asked. Mark mumbled his apologies and returned with two more for us. It was another insightful moment of the exposed male psyche. Neither of us really wanted the beer, but we sipped it for the show of it. I was still savoring the taste of Paul and didn't want it to go away. I wondered whether that made me a slut, as I dabbed the wetness between my legs unobtrusively. Paul handed me the dice and said, "It's your turn Bobby Sue." "Don't call me that!" I said as I took the dice. Everyone chuckled. I actually liked it! I rolled a twelve and the unseen hand pushed my figure ahead of the pack. In the Slits window appeared: Now whipped cream you've eaten so it won't hurt, Why don't you have some pie for dessert? "I think this game should have been called 'Pick on Bobby!' I just finished with Paul!" I complained, but not too strenuously. I was tired from my ordeal, but I was very hot and needy. "Paybacks are a bitch, honey!" she said to me sticking out her tongue, standing up and spreading her towel out on the rug near where I had been. "Don't stick it out unless you plan to use it" I replied with a naughty smile to her now reclining figure. I was standing, thinking of how I was going to torture her silly. "I already did, unless you forget me sticking it in your creamy twat and making you cum all over my face!" It was my turn to turn red again. I did indeed remember, and it made me ooze even more. I hoped no one noticed. I hoped I wasn't becoming a slut. Now it was Leanne's turn to lie on the floor and have me lick her. She was gloating a bit as I leaned down between her legs. I looked up over her neatly trimmed mound as she smiled down at me. "It seems like old times, doesn't it?" she said softly so the guys couldn't hear, stroking my hair. It must have been 6 years since I had been between Leanne's legs in just this position and, as earnest and directed as I felt myself to bring her to a climax, I felt more need to just be there and enjoy myself with her. It was a warm and close feeling I had never felt with her before today, but now it was so wonderful and delicious, I never wanted it to leave. I watched her carefully, those two gigantic breasts now partially occluding the view, as I began tonguing her lips, just as she had teased mine. She watched me with her head up, smiling down at me between her boobies, occasionally closing her eyes and sighing, her fingers of her right hand never leaving my head. I loved her gentle caress. I began to tease her unmercifully, rubbing her lips, pushing them open with my tongue and finally spreading her with my fingers and blowing on her little button. Every time she came close to orgasm, I backed off and kissed her thighs for a moment, waiting for her panting to slow a bit before continuing my onslaught. After I had teased her a third time, now dabbing her clit with my tongue, feeling her squirm, she grabbed my hair painfully and pulled my face towards her with supreme frustration. With that effort, I stabbed my tongue inside her as far as I could and tickled her exposed clit with my finger in a circle. After a few short seconds, she began to gurgle and an unexpected torrent came out of her mouth. "Lick me, Bobby! Make my pussy come! Please let me come! Stop teasing me, you bitch! Make me come in your mouth!" I could just imagine the looks on the men's faces, especially Mark's, with another woman in between his wife's legs and his wife begging her to eat her pussy. It was a somewhat delicate victory in my heart. In another thirty seconds or so, I felt Leanne shudder. I removed my tongue and began to blow a thin stream of air on her exposed clitoris. Alternately I brushed one side of it with my tongue at the base. She began whipping her head back and forth making animal noises, lifting her feet into the air. She began writhing and I raised my arms, now surrounding her thighs from her outside, holding her lips open so I could tease her clit unmercifully. She couldn't escape away from my tender onslaught on her clitoris. From her lips began a low kind of wail which I had never heard from her, like an animal might make. As she surrendered herself completely to me, she shuddered to her first orgasm. "I'm coming! Oh God! I'm coming! Fuck me with your tongue, bitch! Fuck my pussy with your hot tongue, Bobby! Make me come please!" Encouraged my her words, I ran my tongues up and down on the side of her clit at the base, occasionally dabbing the tip which would make her jump like a puppet, after which she would shudder again and emit long sounds like the cry of a girl's doll gone berserk. After this she would let loose with another torrent of obscenities at me, begging me to do what I was doing more and deeper. It was quite a turn on for me and I ravished her for several minutes as she orgasmed almost continuously. After that, I slowed down a bit and released her thighs and hips which went almost completely limp. Leanne lay silent and at first I thought her unconscious. I could see her breathing, those mammoth titties rising majestically and then falling. As I lay there quietly kissing her mound, I watched for signs of life from her until I heard her moan and roll her head. I kissed her closed lips, pushing down just enough so her clit was moved and watched her body shudder once more slightly. Her eyes were still closed but I smiled nonetheless. I brought myself to my knees over her body, kissing one huge boob and then the other. I saw her smile, her eyes still closed, and I kissed her face, transferring her lovely pungency to her mouth. At this she opened her eyes suddenly surprised and pulled me against her hard and kissed me, probing my mouth with her tongue. I kissed her back. We were two bitches in heat. I heard a noise behind me, more than likely Mark becoming upset that his wife was now passionate with another woman, and no other than a one time lover now a girl. It seemed very confusing to him, no doubt, but it was less confusing to me; it felt so natural that Leanne and I were making love as two women, but I pulled away and tried to stand up using a nearby table as support. My knees were weak and I had definitely been leaking. Leanne was right about that. Fortunately Paul came over to help me. He had enjoyed our show immensely. Just go ahead and ask me how I knew! I was amazed at his powers of recovery after he drained into me. I wanted to grab his big stick again, but I didn't dare. His sperm in my tummy made me feel more than a little disposed to trying it in the other end. God knows I had enough lubrication down there to risk it. Mark helped Leanne to her feet slowly and despite whatever proper noises he was making or thinking, at least one part of him didn't think our act was all that bad. I felt sorry for poor Mark. Finally we got seated back at the table, Paul now smiling across the table, me blushing like the virgin I was, wishing I weren't. We began the game again, everyone somewhat subdued at this point, Leanne not even meeting my gaze. I hoped she wasn't angry with me, but I felt some confusion on her part. Was she embarrassed to have said the things she did? Leanne rolled nine and her piece was moved by the phantom hand. The words formed in the Slits window. Wetting one Shaft has yet to be done, Since he is yours you'll be the one. I was glad to see this for two reasons. First, poor Mark's balls must have been blue by now and second, I have no doubt he was wondering whether he was losing his wife. Leanne got up slowly from the table and smiled seductively at Mark, walking slowly around me to the other end of the table, letting her butt sway and her boobs jiggle provocatively. If Mark hadn't been hard at that time, he would have been through the roof. I estimated that he would explode in less than a minute. Mark started to stand up, but Leanne had him sit back down, turning his chair so she could get to his bobbing penis. She never lost eye contact with him, except to whisper something in his ear which made him very happy. With that, she slowly knelt, letting her big boobies brush down his front, finally resting on his knees where she displayed them to him like a girl behind the jewelry counter. After that she parted his knees and began servicing his cock like an adoring slave girl using only her mouth. She licked and moistened his cock, paying particular time on the underside, especially his balls. She let it lie across her face, holding the weight of it entirely on her forehead and nose. After a few minutes, she took her two enormous boobs and wrapped them around Mark's tumescence and stroked him. Mark leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed and knew he was the only man in her life again. Slowly she stroked him with her breasts and just as he was ready to come, she grabbed the tip of his dick on the underside with her thumb and made him slow back down. Then she would tease him a bit, take his balls in her mouth and suck them one at a time. She was the master of delaying a man's gratification. I heard Paul almost whimper several times. I wondered whether he would squirt just from watching and I listened for signs. Finally after 5 minutes or so, Leanne began using her hands and stroking him. Mark was in heaven being treated like a king and Leanne began taking his newly enlarged cock into her mouth. She wrestled with the increased size, but it was too big now, probably over 10 inches. Still she kept moistening it and working it in her mouth. I suspected that she was trying to deep throat him, but knew that was probab