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I'd waited too long, and one morning I woke up and my TV didn't work- nothing but static. I'd heard the public service commercials, but I always put it off, and now I was watching static instead of the Today Show. I had cable hooked up on my big TV in the living room, but my older TV in my bedroom had been using the trusty rabbit ears for years. Until today, anyway. I resolved to hit the local Best Buy after work, but when I got there they were out of stock. I was just about to leave when I spied one way in the back of a shelf. It had been opened and looked like it was a return. The box was banged up, and I wasn't familiar with the brand name. The salesman couldn't get the UPC to register, so he overrode it and charged me 5 bucks. A steal. I got it home, but the wires and cables seemed more complicated than I was willing to devote time to. So it waited until the weekend. My buddy Sam was over after a spirited game of basketball. I grabbed two beers from the fridge, handed him one, and said, "To earn this beer, you'll have to hook up that new digital converter I got. I'm not good with electronics, and you are." Sam took up the challenge. He got the converter hooked up to the TV and the antenna, but there seemed to be an extra wire somewhere. He finagled it all together, though. I pressed the remote, and the converter started cycling through all the channel numbers. ABC, CBS and NBC popped up. There were a few extra PBS channels, along with some Spanish channels. And then way at the top of the dial was a channel, grainy at first, but growing clearer. It was..... "Holy shit, Jake!" exclaimed Sam, "you're getting a porn channel!" Yes I was. Two naked bodies were grappling in bed. At first the picture was dark, but it got lighter and more vivid. The woman's legs were wrapped around the guy as she moaned with every stroke. My basketball shorts were tenting. I stole a glance at Sam and he had the same problem. Well, this was awkward. Then the guy pulled out just in time to shoot his spunk all over the blonde's face, and I realize that without even touching myself I'd just come as well. It'd be leaking down my leg in a second, so I decided that maybe it was time to change the channel.... Just as I touched the remote, a blast of blinding light emanated from the TV. My eyes were fried with dozens of purple spots. What the hell? Sam lay back on the bed, momentarily dazed. I noticed the spreading stain on his shorts and guessed he had the same reaction as I had. When he came back to reality, he mumbled some excuses about having to go, and hightailed it out the door. I'd just shot a big load in my pants, so I went in and showered. Man, that was really weird. When I came out, the TV was off. I was afraid to touch the remote again, so I figured I'd just unplug everything. But when I reached back behind it, I found that the plug was fused to the outlet and wouldn't move. So much for that. I just hoped I hadn't screwed up the wiring. I was only renting this house since I'd moved out here from back east, and I didn't want to lose my deposit. But curiosity got the best of me, and wearing an oven mitt, I pressed the button on the remote. The tube snapped to life, and after clearing for a second, the screen showed another muscular guy getting it on with a girl. Although, on closer examination, it wasn't a girl but a very sexy looking shemale. This wasn't normally my type of porn, but I felt myself getting hard under the bath towel. Hell, I was alone; I flung the towel aside and started stroking myself. The 'girl' on screen was luscious, with a fine tan, a cute face, nice jiggly boobs, and her equipment flopping back and forth as the guy pounded her. Her eyes had been closed, but she must have been ready to come, because suddenly her eyes opened wide. It seemed like she was staring directly at me for a second or two. Just then, I shot my own load all over the screen, gobs and gobs of it. The last, weaker shot was all over my hand. Wow, I'd never come that hard! My balls ached from the workout they'd gotten. My fascination was cut short by my doorbell ringing. Shit! My girlfriend Janelle was coming over and I'd completely forgotten about it. "I'll be there in a second!!!!!" I yelled. I got a couple of tissues and wiped my spunk off the screen and gingerly hit the 'off' button on the TV. No shock. I'd need to examine this phenomenon a little more closely, but right now I needed to get dressed and organized. I flung a pair of shorts and a shirt on, and answered the door. Janelle stood there, looking a little perturbed. "Did you forget we were going out tonight?" Time for the requisite apology. "I was just playing basketball, and then I was taking a shower, and the time just kind of got away from me. Sorry." I gave her a kiss and hoped that did it. "Well get dressed, Jake, you can't go to the restaurant like that." Which was true. We had a reservation at a nice Italian place with some friends, and I needed to get changed. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be ready." "Boy, and men complain about women," she retorted. I hustled back into my bedroom and got changed in a flash. I found myself stealing glances at the TV to make sure it didn't do anything. I must be going crazy, I thought. We got to Ciao Bella, and there was plenty of food and wine and conversation to go around. Somehow, I couldn't get into it- I was thinking about the tranny that looked straight at me earlier in the day. It was just a movie though, right? "Penny for your thoughts?" It was Janelle. "You've hardly touched your food or said a word all night. Is something wrong?" "No, I'm OK," I said and made a lame attempt at conversation. Janelle was probably the best girlfriend I ever had; she was a lot more straightforward than other women I dated. She was a soccer player in college, and she had the female jock's physique- strong legs, nice butt, and not much up top. But we got along well, and we were a pretty good match in bed. She had plenty of stamina and she'd surprise me with a kinky wrinkle every now and again, which she said she got from Cosmo. I'd have to take her word for it. We'd been seeing each other for six months and sooner or later we'd have to make a decision whether we were going to move in together. Like any other guy, I was trying to put that day off for as long as possible, even though I'd already consented to allowing feminine hygiene products in my medicine cabinet. We headed back to my place afterwards, and I guess the food and wine really went to my head, because I conked out almost immediately. But I woke with a start when I heard a loud moan and a flash went off all around me. For a second I thought it was lightning, but I realized that Janelle was at the foot of my bed, staring at the TV. Shit. I'd completely forgotten about that. She was glassy-eyed and rigid, and I could see in the dim light that she had a hand inside her panties. I clicked on the light and she snapped out of her trance. "Oh my god, what just happened?" she said. I explained about the digital converter, and while she'd normally dismiss it as ridiculous, she'd seen the evidence. She was still absent-mindedly rubbing herself as I talked, until she realized what she was doing and pulled her hand out. Then she slipped past me into the bathroom to wash off. Wow, I thought, that was awkward. I got back into bed with the best intentions of going right back to sleep, but a minute later Janelle got under the covers and sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was on me in a flash. As she fed me inside her well-lubricated snatch, I smelled something unmistakable. She was wearing my aftershave. Kind of weird, but I have to say I found it very arousing. We went at it hammer and tongs until we both passed out from exhaustion. By the time I woke up the next morning, the sun was already well up in the sky and Janelle was gone. She'd left me a note saying she had some things to do and that she'd call later. I tried to figure if she was mad at me and decided that given the way the two of us wrecked the bed last night she couldn't have been too angry. The red light was blinking on my answering machine. I played the message; it was Sam, telling me to call him as soon as possible- he needed to come over. When I called him back, he just said, "I'll be there in five minutes; don't go anywhere." I assured him I wouldn't, and five minutes later there was a knock on my door. Sam came in, flustered and out of breath. "Have you noticed anything.....different....since last night?" he asked. "Well, not really." I was feeling a bit out of sorts, but that might be attributed to a bottle of wine and an all night hay romp. "Well, I have. It's kind of hard to put a finger on, but I feel ....different. I had some pretty weird dreams last night." When I looked at him, there was something different about him. Was his hair longer? Hard to tell. He was stumbling over his words. "I was just, uh, wondering if I could watch your TV again." His face was crimson. "Sure," I said, almost instantly regretting it. But I had to take a shower anyway, so I'd stay out of his way for a few minutes. The hot water felt good on my body, and I reached for the shampoo. Instead of picking up my normal Head & Shoulders, I picked up her 'Salon Essence' and poured a big glob of it in my hand. The smell of it was intoxicating as the lather built up in my hair. I reached for her body wash, too, rubbing it all over me. The smooth gel felt so invigorating, and I found myself paying special attention to my nipples. I was getting a boner as I played with myself, this felt so good. But then the water started to go cold, and I rinsed off. I'd spent an awful long time in that shower. Wrapping my towel around me, I headed for my bedroom. Sam was there, naked, jerking his rod as he watched the screen, mesmerized. I looked myself, and this time there were two shemales, sucking one anothers' breasts as they fondled each other's cocks. I got closer and closer to the screen. I could hear Sam's labored breathing in my ear, could feel the tension in his body as he approached his release. My towel fell to the floor as I knelt down in front of him and took him into my mouth. A split-second later, I felt him shoot his load against the back of my throat. I struggled to swallow it all. My mind was reeling, unable to comprehend what I was doing. Sam was lying back and panting as I stood over him, his come dripping down my chin. But there was more. I needed to get off like I'd never needed to in my entire life. My mind seemed to be secondary- I was only thinking with my groin right now. The TV droned in the background, and I heard, "Spread your legs for me, man." Sam groaned and threw his legs in the air, exposing hisass to me. On screen, someone said, "Fuck me with that big cock," and a second later Sam repeated it like an echo. I moved closer and threw his legs over my shoulders. My near-bursting rod pressed against his puckered opening, then forced its way in, slowly, steadily. It felt like I was encased in a grip of molten iron. I pushed harder and suddenly I was completely buried, as the grip around my dick relaxed a bit. I realized that I wasn't completely in control of my own body right now. I was reacting to the words I was hearing and the words Sam was repeating. "Fuck me, man." It sent me into a frenzy. I was humping double time, throwing Sam around on the bed like a rag doll. I was building, building, and then lost all control, letting out a squeak as the dam burst and I flooded his insides with wave after wave of cum. I just kept spasming and firing load after load. I'd never experienced anything this intense, ever. I looked over my left shoulder at the TV and I saw something that sent a shiver through me. It was a beautiful shemale, buried to the hilt just as I was, looking right at me, a pair of legs draped over her shoulders just as I had. She closed her eyes and shivered, and right then I felt another spasm and shot my wad again. It was so sudden that Sam's legs fell off me limply as I hosed his insides one more time with a scalding load. Turning back to the screen, I could see the tranny's partner's legs had dropped away as well and I got a good look at her cute perky boobs. Under me, Sam groaned as my cock softened and slid out of his overworked ass. Beads of sweat rolled down my face onto his chest as I tried to get a grip on reality. I turned back to see the screen and for a second, it looked like Sam and I were the ones on the video, but then it clicked off. Sam reached under his shoulder and pulled out the remote. "Sorry, I must have hit it accidentally." He tried clicking the power button, but nothing happened. "Shit". That snapped me out of whatever trance I'd been in. Had we just done this? I'd never come close to having gay sex before, but I'd just done it like a wild animal with a good friend. We looked at each other in amazement. Sam broke the ice. "For what it's worth, I've never done that before. It was like the video was directing things. I was a little out of control." "Yeah, I felt the same way. It was kind of like an out-of-body experience." "But, um, a pretty awesome experience." He laughed nervously. "Yeah." I could see his cock beginning to harden, and he reached around my neck to pull me toward him. My lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside. This is wrong, I thought, but it feels too good. I returned the kiss, and before long I was on all fours as Sam did me doggie style. We went on for another hour in various positions before I kicked him out. I had to get my head clear, and we were both drained. My phone rang, and it was Janelle. Damn, I needed a little rest right now. She said she needed to come over and talk to me, but I managed to hold her off until 6 o'clock. I needed a couple of hours to recharge after that session with Sam, mentally as well as physically. She sounded annoyed, but agreed to see me later. With that, I flopped on the bed and passed out, dreaming dreams of the woman on the video who looked right at me. At 5:45 my alarm went off and I took a quick shower. I made it a cold one so I would focus. I brushed my teeth, getting rid of the lingering taste of Sam in my mouth. I threw on a T-shirt that seemed a little too big even though I'd only bought it last week. And my jeans weren't fitting right either, so I grabbed a pair of sweats. My hair wasn't drying, so I pulled out Janelle's dryer to blow it out. My hair felt odd; long and silky, and I realized I could put a strand in my mouth, something I'd never been able to do before. I brushed it back and had just finished getting ready when the doorbell rang. It was Janelle, but she was also there with her roommate Ramona. Ramona was a nice enough woman, tall for an Asian, thin and like Janelle, not much in the chest department. She seemed a little agitated. I welcomed them in and I caught Janelle looking curiously at my hair. It fell in my eyes, and I brushed it away. "I wanted to come over here because I need to see your TV again. It's been an obsession ever since I left here this morning. It's like my body's been in maximum overdrive all day, Jake. I even......" Ramona broke in. "She hit on me today. Sneaked in on me in the shower and started groping me all over. She said this TV has something to do with it. Frankly, I'm going to move out at the end of the month if this is bullshit. I'm not a lesbian." "The TV's in the bedroom over there," Janelle's voice seemed deeper than usual. I went toward the bedroom, but Janelle held me back. "Let her go. I need to talk to you." I heard the click of the TV and some muffled sounds as Janelle led me into the kitchen. "I've been feeling and acting weird all day. I went out for a run this morning and I went 10 miles without breaking a sweat. I feel so strong it's creepy! When I came back, I saw Ramona in the shower and I....had to have her. It's hard to understand- it was like a compulsion that I had no control over." She was whispering now. "I practically raped her; it really freaked her out. I told her the TV had something to do with it, but she wasn't buying it." Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a flash. Janelle went on. "I really feel different today. If I didn't know better I'd say somebody dosed my food with steroids last night. I was a little out of control this morning." She changed the subject. "What did you do with your hair? It looks different." "I was using your shampoo." I couldn't think of another answer. I also wanted to blurt out that I'd had gay sex with one of my friends, but managed to hold my tongue. "We'd better check on Ramona. Even if she sees what we saw, I don't know if she'll believe me." She tiptoed over to my bedroom as I followed. Ramona was on the edge of the bed, her jeans crumpled on the floor, her hand inside her panties. Her mouth was open slightly and her eyes were riveted on the set. On screen was a woman on a bed much like Ramona was. It was even an Asian woman, but one a lot more voluptuous than Ramona. She was playing with her pussy when her lover entered the room and began to strip. Behind me, I knew that Janelle was removing her clothing as well. I turned to see her naked shoulders, which were more powerfully defined now. I wanted to get closer, but realized that my feet were frozen to the floor. I could turn to the left and watch the TV and turn to the right and watch Janelle and Ramona, but I could not move from my spot. On screen, a blond stud mounted the Asian woman and began to fuck her slowly. I turned back and saw Janelle on top of her roommate, mimicking the video perfectly, her ass cheeks tightening with every hump against Ramona's crotch. The pace picked up on screen as well as in my bed, and Ramona cried out in the throes of an orgasm. Janelle grunted, but it was obvious she had yet to be satisfied, as she still thrashed away on top. On screen, I realized that another woman was watching the pair go at it. Had she been there before? My brain was hazy. She pulled the man off his partner and began to suck his cock. With that I realized that I was moving. I knelt before Janelle and stared at an enormous clit. I was drawn to it and put it in my mouth without hesitation. It stood out, an inch and a half long, tasting of Ramona's pussy juice, looking for all the world like a tiny cock. I had to have it. I rolled my tongue lovingly around it, pulling on it, tugging it with my lips, willing it to grow larger and it did. I could no longer see the TV but it didn't matter- I was on autopilot. In the background I could hear Ramona screaming her way through another orgasm, but my whole world was now the sexy little fuckstick in my mouth. Janelle's strong hands held me in place as I bobbed my head up and down on her hardness. My whole body was tingling as if I was electrically charged. My eyes were closed, but I felt the heat of the flash on the TV screen behind me. Janelle grunted as I felt her rod twitch in my mouth, and I tasted a sweet fluid on my tongue. I felt my own little cock pop off, and something dripped down my leg. Ramona screamed one more time, then panted loudly. I began to return to reality. I was still kneeling as Janelle withdrew from me. I opened my eyes to see her standing over me. She had a look of incredulity on her face. "Did what just happened just happen?" she asked. I was at a loss for words. I'd just given my girlfriend a blowjob. Her roommate was still wildly frigging herself on the bed. While I was still wrapping my head around what happened, Janelle turned to Ramona and stuck her own fingers into her friend's sopping snatch. Ramona removed her own hand and reached down to grab Janelle's clit-cock, pulling her closer. "Fuck me, baby," she cooed, spreading her legs wide. I watched in amazement as Janelle pushed her rod into Ramona, her muscles rippling as she pumped in and out of the Asian woman. They went faster and faster as their orgasms built, then Janelle's body went rigid as she came. She flopped down on top of Ramona, exhausted. Watching them, I feel this strange need building inside of me. I had to see Sam. I was so horny, and somehow only he would be able to help. I couldn't explain it, like I couldn't explain a lot of things. Janelle and Ramona were fondling each other as I put on a pair of sweats and the smallest t-shirt I could find. My nipples were painfully hard and they showed through the shirt obscenely. I felt like I had a tiny little set of tits, but right now nothing surprised me. The feel of the shirt against them was a bit arousing, though. I found my keys and got in my car. Had to adjust the driver's seat; I was a little too far away from the wheel. I couldn't be bothered with that right now- I was on a mission. Sam's apartment was just two minutes away, and when I rang the bell at first I thought no one was home. Then a scurrying noise, followed by the door unlatching. Sam was wearing roughly the same outfit as me, sweats and a t-shirt. His hair was even longer than mine, and he pushed it out of the way with an unmistakably feminine gesture. "Sorry I didn't answer right away- I've been avoiding Kara." Kara was his girlfriend, I knew. "I can't see her looking like, well, this. As he waved his hand I noticed he was wearing pink nail polish. He hustled me in and away from the door, and planted a big wet kiss on my face. "I've been going a little crazy all day. It's like I'm on some crazy drug and I don't know which way to jump. I feel so weird, and I almost called you like ten times. I'm so horny I think my head's going to split open. And I think I'm growing boobs." He lifted up his shirt and there was indeed a small pair of fleshy mounds topped by nipples as erect as mine were. He lifted off my shirt and I gasped as he pressed his breasts against mine. I lost my mind and started kissing him passionately. He somehow managed to pull my sweats down and there we were, writhing nakedly against each other. We stumbled to the bed in a matter of seconds and fell into a sixty-nine position, with his cock dangling just over my lips. I flicked at it with my tongue as he lowered his head over my own cock. We settled into a steady rhythm. As I sucked him I inserted my finger into his ass, and he returned the favor. I was floating on a cloud as I felt my load building as well as his. A second before I exploded, he released my cock to flop back into my belly. I squirted my cum all over my own chest. Then, he pulled his own rod out of my mouth and flipped around, draining a second helping onto me. He put his hands in it and rubbed it all over my little titties. It was a warm and soft feeling. Next, he pressed his own tits next to mine and sloshed our combined fluids together. A sticky heat built up between us as Sam kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear. "Don't ask me how, but this makes my boobs grow bigger. I've been, um, experimenting." The sperm seemed to vanish into our skin, and it worked! As I sat up there was a noticeable increase in the size of my breasts; I wasn't imagining it. "They seem to respond to stimulation, of all kinds. I've been doing a lot of stimulating today." We both giggled at that. What worried me, though, was that my equipment was a lot smaller than it was. I was getting hard for Sam, but it was only about 4 inches long. Would I run out of magic cream? I got down on all fours and let Sam take me from behind. It felt so good I couldn't believe I'd waited so long to taste the joys of anal sex. Sam signaled me that he was going to cum by a smack on my cheek and I rolled over to take a shower in his juices. I returned the favor for him next, and dribbled all over his chest as Sam eagerly rubbed it in. I straddled him and flecked the last few drops into his open mouth. And then all hell broke loose. "What the FUCK?" came a voice behind me. It was Kara, and she was livid. "You bastard! I was worried sick about you! And you're here screwing some...some...guy?" She looked at me strangely. "Jake, is that you? What the hell is going on here?" I was speechless. I was caught butt naked with her boyfriend, so there wasn't much I could say. I got off the bed and looked for a place to hide. Sam was tongue-tied as well, and Kara turned and ran out of the apartment. I was still trembling. But Sam said, "Well, that saved me the trouble of breaking up with her, anyway." Despite it all, I burst out laughing. "I forgot that I'd given her a key last week. That was stupid of me." He leaped out of bed and dug into his closet. "Just for that, I'm going to steal some of her clothes." And he game out of the closet holding a pair of bras and two tiny thongs. He shimmied into the red thong, saying, "I always wanted to try one of these on...ooh." He liked the feel of it, and I admired the way it looked on him. Pulling on my own thong, I was surprised how easily it fit; my little cock and balls were covered with just a trace of bulge. We were still inexperienced, and had to help each other on with the bras. Sam filled his out better than I did, so he rummaged in the closet again and got me a push-up number which gave me some real cleavage. It was amazing. Sam put together two outfits from Kara's spare clothing, and I had to admit he looked pretty stunning. We were both larger than her, so everything was extra-tight on us. Then he packed a suitcase with the rest of her stuff. "She'll be back for it, and I want to clear out of here for a while." He even took all the stuff in his medicine cabinet, makeup, the works. I noticed he packed a tube of KY Intense as well. Hm. "Where did you want to go?" I asked. "Well, I did have a hankering to watch a little TV." He winked. We got back to my place, and it was a wreck. I got some new sheets, and made the bed. Tried cleaning a little bit but couldn't stay away from the TV for long. Then Sam and I hopped into bed and watched as two stunning lesbians made love. Not realizing how exhausted I was, I fell asleep as Sam suckled my nipples and I drifted into pleasant erotic dreams. It took the ringing of my doorbell to bring me out of my coma. Sam was entwined with me, so it was a little hard to check my alarm clock. 10:50 AM. Wow, I never slept this late. The bell rang again, followed by the jingling of a key in the lock. I threw on a bathrobe in time to see Janelle and Ramona accompanying Kara and Tony, Ramona's boyfriend. The last two were joined at the wrists by a pair of handcuffs; I remember that Janelle and I had toyed with the idea of using them in a kinky moment, but we never actually went through with it. They were both furious. Tony was a blonde surfer dude, with a great tan. He was rock solid and I wondered how he could have been overpowered, but then I took a better look at Janelle. She'd morphed into a stud muffin, over six feet, with powerful arms and 6-pack abs that were visible through one of my old t- shirts. I wondered what was lurking in those shorts she/he was wearing. I certainly couldn't think of Janelle as a woman any more. Ramona had positively blossomed. Her pornstar titties were just barely contained by a skimpy half-tee, and the tiny shorts she wore let all her legs and a bit of her ass cheeks show. She had a look about her that screamed bimbo, quite unlike the studious reserved woman I knew. That woman was gone as well, replaced by this wet dream. Tony spoke, "All of you are in serious trouble here. I mean, kidnapping, just for starters. And you've screwed around with my girlfriend too. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I'm going to the police." Janelle replied, "Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary," in a deep booming voice. I felt myself melting at the sound of it. Sam came out of the bedroom, yawning. Kara shrieked, "You're wearing my fucking bathrobe, you sick bastard. You've gone queer all of a sudden. You look totally different- you look like a girl. What is your fucking problem?" "No problem at all, sweetie,' he cooed. "I think these two should sit in there and watch a little TV while we figure out what to do with them." Janelle gave a knowing smile and led the two of them into the bedroom. "Tony's right, you know, you won't get away with this." Kara pushed back against Janelle's firm grip. "You better let us go before you're in even more trouble." Shackled together, they both sat on the edge of the bed together. "Assholes," Tony murmured. As Janelle left the TV clicked on, of its own accord. "Jesus Christ," Kara said, "they've got us watching porn videos." That was the last we heard from either of them for a while. We convened in my kitchen. Janelle took the lead naturally. He told us that Tony had showed up last night and immediately got testy so he got the handcuffs out. Kara showed up this morning, "To tell me that my boyfriend was having gay sex with her boyfriend. She thought I was Janelle's brother. Then she saw Tony handcuffed and tried to run. I, um, convinced her to stay. We figured the best course of action was to come over here and let them see for themselves. Let's see how they're doing, shall we?" Tony and Kara were both mesmerized. They'd each dropped their jeans to their ankles, not easy to do when you're handcuffed together. Tony's hand around his throbbing boner, Kara buried in her snatch up to the second knuckle. They didn't even notice us. Janelle was like a general deploying his troops. "Jake, I think Tony needs a little help. And Sam, sucking on her clit is the least you can do after what you've put your girlfriend through." We each dove to our tasks. My bathrobe fell away as I knelt over Tony's crotch and went down on his erection. He gasped as I deep-throated him, his pubic hairs tickling my nose at the bottom of each dive. It was when he was buried down my throat that he exploded, firing load after load at what seemed to be the center of my being. The feel of it inside me made me tingle all over. The tingle was most pronounced in my crotch. I put my hand down there as I sucked in the last of his cum to feel my tiny prick. It was no more than a nub now, with smooth skin underneath in place of what once was a hairy set of balls. I traced a finger along the cleft and tickled it, giving me a sensation I'd never experienced before. It was yummy. Tony's rod softened and I reluctantly let it slip from my mouth. He fell back on the bed in a stupor. Sam, meanwhile, was giving Kara the licking of her life, and she was thrashing on the bed, moaning in ecstasy. I felt it before I saw it, like a buildup in the electricity in the air just before lightning strikes. And then, a brilliant flash from the TV as Kara screamed in orgasm. She held Sam's head so tightly against her I thought she might suffocate. Only slowly did she release her grip. Sam and I stood up and surveyed the damage. Then we kissed, the taste of Tony's jism mixing with the taste of Kara's pussy juice. We went to find Janelle and Ramona. They were on the couch, the busty Asian lazily licking at the huge organ between his legs. It had to be eight inches and thick all around. I got horny all over again looking at it. "Hi girls," he smiled. "Mission accomplished?" We nodded. He went on, "Well, there's a reward in it for you. Sam, I think you need a good fucking." Sam's eyes got wide. "Boy, do I ever!" "Let's just make sure our guests are okay first." He gently nudged Ramona aside and strode into the bedroom. Tony and Kara were sitting up as if they were waking from a dream. They were a lot more docile than before. "Did you two enjoy yourselves?" he asked. "Yes," they mumbled in unison. "I'm not going to uncuff you just yet because I'll test you first." They seemed almost non-committal about it. "I want you to stand there while Sam and I have sex." They stood obediently. Tony's cock was stirring a bit, I could see. And Kara's nipples were rock-hard. As I stood there as well, I felt Ramona sidle up behind me. Janelle lay on the bed, his enormous schlng totally erect. He positioned Sam over him, first licking her breasts as they dangled in his face, then slowly pushing her back until his cock touched her pussy. Sam grabbed hold of it and slowly fed it inside her. There was some resistance and then with a moan and a sob, he was through. Sam sat down on him slowly, allowing herself to accommodate the huge prick splitting open her virgin slit. When she was fully impaled, she rocked her hips back and forth. "Oh my god, you feel so good inside me!" she intoned breathlessly. Janelle reached up to play with her titties as she kept rocking. Sam pushed her chest against his strong hands, then started moving up and down on his fucktool. Her urgency increased with every thrust. "'Ahhh, fuck meeeee," she screamed. Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she yelled over and over. She was shivering, even though the room was plenty warm. Janelle was holding her waist as she bounced on him, orgasms racking her body. Then suddenly he lifted her off him and placed her next to him on the bed. Sam mewled at the loss, her lust still not fully satisfied. But Janelle had other ideas. "Tony and Kara- come here. Tony needs to suck my cock and swallow my cum. Kara needs to coax another climax out of Sam here." They leapt to the task, handcuffs jingling. They bent down low to drink in their assigned partners. Sam came first, pressing Kara's head against her crotch just as Kara had done to her. Then Janelle's massive balls churned out load after load of white gold. Tony tried, but he couldn't capture it all. I don't know what possessed me, but I scooped up some of the spunk and rubbed it into Tony's chest. I licked up the rest as Janelle patted me on the head. "You'll get your turn, sweetie," he said. "Okay?" Ramona's little voice piped up behind me. "Okay," said Janelle, and Ramona produced the keys to the handcuffs, unlocking the two previously-unwilling guests. They didn't run or yell, they just acted dazed. Janelle seemed to be able to order them around any way he pleased in the state they were in. He told them to watch TV for a while, and they sat down obediently. Ramona had been kind of left out of all of this, and now she took my hand. "It's my turn for a little fun." I had a spare bedroom and another I'd turned into an office. Right now, I couldn't for the life of me remember what I did in there. What did I do for a living? I was having difficulty remembering my name right now. We cleared some boxes off my spare bed and she stripped her last bits of clothing off. I was jealous of her perfectly round melon-sized tits which stood out straight from her chest. She saw me staring and said "Suck them, baby." I didn't need a second invitation. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she cried as I flicked one nipple, then the other. She pulled me down on the bed, on top of her, her firm jugs cushioning my fall. After a few minutes of this, I worked my way down, licking her pierced navel, then settling down on her hairless slit, her excited clit peeking out at me. I teased it a bit first, then sucked it into my mouth as my finger penetrated the slickness below. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she repeated. "There, keep doing it like that. Ohhhhhhh," as she bucked against my face. I kept at it, driving her to orgasm after orgasm, until finally she pushed me away, saying ,"Enough". She lay back, drained. It was only then that I saw we weren't alone. Janelle was in the shadows watching us. I spied him running his hand up and down his huge rod. "Ready for the next chapter?" he asked. Was I ever. I got off the bed and walked over to him, touching his cock with my delicate hands. It felt so large and warm. I leaned up to kiss him; he must be at least six inches taller than me now, I thought. And all hunk. I led him to my office, where I lay on the rug, spread my legs and just said "Fuck me." He was gentle. He positioned himself between the lips of my pussy (MY pussy!) and let me dictate how fast he went. He reached the barrier, and after careful maneuvering, pushed through all at once. I cried out in pain- it was like being split open, literally. But once he took my cherry the pain subsided and was replaced by the wonderment of having a man inside me. I was crying, but I didn't know if it was from pain, joy or a combination of the two. Once he could tell I was okay, he began to piston in and out of me, slowly at first, then gradually gaining steam. I wrapped my legs around his waist, matching my rhythm with his. I rubbed my nub as he fucked me, feeling his weight press against me on every downstroke. Ant then I began to feel the buzz. It emanated from my crotch but spread throughout my body, from my hair to my toes. I heard screaming and realized it was me. The orgasm ripped through me as I convulsed under Janelle, but it didn't end. I hit a new height, then another and another and another. During the fifth one, I felt Janelle lose his load. The feeling of him twitching inside me was enough to send me over the edge again. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed, our sweat mingling. I nuzzled his face and felt his beard stubble. "Wow," he said, "it's so intense for a man. You build and build and then it's like you're turned inside out for a few seconds, and then it's over." "But you'll be ready again before you know it, stud," I giggled as I pinched his firm butt. He kissed me as he slowly withdrew from my no-longer-virgin pussy. He winked at Ramona, who I'd completely forgotten about, and said, "There's still more fun to be had." Ramona took her cue and moved down to lick Janelle's cum dripping from my cunt. I still hadn't come all the way down from my orgasmic high, and she was pushing me right back up there again. Her tongue was doing amazing things to me, and before long she had pushed me over the edge again. I didn't think I could take too much more of this, so I reluctantly pushed her head away, and closed my eyes to drift awhile. I must have been out for a while, because when I came to, Ramona was gone. I checked the kitchen and living room, and they were empty. The door to my bedroom was closed, but I could hear sounds behind the door. Turning the knob, I peered in to see a threesome in progress. Tony was down on his haunches, servicing Kara, who seemed to almost be fucking his face. At the other end was Janelle, plowing him from behind with his enormous cock. Watching them, I got a little tingle. I hadn't had anything in my ass for a while. My hand absently reached down to my love box and began stroking my clit as I watched. Janelle was so ripped, he was like a statue of Adonis. And now I noticed that Kara's arms had gotten more muscular and her face more angular. Her tits had virtually melded into her expanding pecs. The thought of another stud to play with was getting me excited. Unbidden, I entered the room and squirmed my little body into the action. I placed my face right under Tony's flopping cock and spread my legs wide around Kara's thighs. Tony's semi-hardness was forced down my throat with every thrust from Janelle; it was like he was fucking my mouth in a chain reaction. I had a good view of his big schlong ripping in and out of Tony's chute, and it was an awesome sight to behold. My hand went back to my nubbin for more fun. Janelle exploded inside Tony, which set him off inside my eager mouth. I didn't miss a drop of it. Kara grunted at the other end as she got off as well. Tony took it all and seemed to enjoy being the focal point of everyone's attention. But the moment passed, and Janelle's cock slipped out of him. He pulled out of the warm tongue bath I had given him and I watched as Janelle took him by the hand and led him out of the room. That left me and Kara. I looked between my growing mounds to see her eying me with lust. She had that female bodybuilder look to her- flat chest, great abs, and an enormous clit. As she played with it, it seemed to stick out an inch or so from her body. She replaced my finger with her own, and she manipulated me roughly. She bent over me, groping one breast while nibbling on my other nipple. It hurt a bit, but I had to admit it also turned me on as well. My breathing became more rapid. She pulled my legs up and positioned me so that my slippery snatch was oozing juice against her little clitty cock. She humped her crotch up and down against me, teasing the inside of my slick labia. She was straining to enter me, but she was just too small to get very far. I could feel her frustration, so I let her move up to my face, where I could suck on her two inch member. It was rock hard, but there just wasn't enough of it. Tried every trick in the book, but it only grew a little bit, if at all. Then on a whim, I stuck one of my fingers in her behind. She wasn't expecting it, and the little organ in my mouth jumped a bit as I buried my finger and twirled it around. "Unnnngh!" she said, and humped my face a little harder. I could feel the cocklet swell now, and before long, it was tickling the back of my throat. I knew I was successful when Kara moved back down and positioned herself between my legs. This time I could feel her enter my wet slit. She aligned our bodies, then pressed all the way in, squeezing me hard at the end. I let out a little gasp as she forced the air out of my lungs. Kara was now in command and had her confidence back. Janelle was tender and attentive to my needs, but Kara was a different animal. She was all about brute force. Her eyes were closed in concentration as her strong hips forced their way inside me again and again. I was reduced to just hanging on for dear life. Rather than tiring, each stroke seemed to make her stronger. Her arms rippled, and I could look down to see those abdominal muscles flexing as she pounded me. The veins in her neck popped out and her whole body tensed at the approaching climax. And then it was released. I felt as it a fire hose had been turned on. Kara cursed a blue streak as she pumped me full of her, or should I say, his, spunk. He kept pumping away until he was done filling me with his seed. There was too much; it gushed out of me. Kara pulled out of me almost instantly- he never said a word, but I could tell he was on to hunt for new prey. His chiseled body was fully developed now, and I could see the drained organ between his legs that even limp had to be at six inches long. The least he could have done was say thanks, but I was too exhausted to protest. I reached between my legs and rubbed globs of his cum on my chest. I realized that he'd come, but I hadn't. The selfish bastard. I was still horny after the rough fuck and was deciding what to do about it when the decision was made for me. Tony entered the room. He'd undergone a massive transformation since I'd seen him last; gone was the arrogant man, replaced by a meek shemale. He'd gotten more of an Asian look to him as well. He had little tits and his cock had shrunk to half its previous size. His body was much curvier and he exuded femininity. He asked if he could lick Kara's cum from me, and it was an offer I couldn't refuse. I took a thick blob of his jizz and rubbed it on Tony's chest. "Ooohh!" he cooed, "that feels delicious." His voice was an octave or two higher as well. He scooped up some more and rubbed it on his nipples, and giggled. He oozed bimbo-ness from every pore. He licked up every spare bit of spunk he could find and then he went to work on my sloppy cunt. Oooh, his lips were so expert that it was only a minute or two before I could feel one more orgasm building. I shimmied against his cute face, covering it in my gushing juices. I needed to get off so bad and......... The flash seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. It was light, but a ripple seemed to pass through my body just as I came. There was no sound, but my ears were blocked by my own screaming. The light seemed to go on and on, outward infinitely, and then dissipating slowly................... I sat up in bed. What the fuck? I was drenched in sweat. What was I just dreaming about? As I woke up, the dream, which had been so vivid just a few seconds ago, was slipping through my fingers. I nudged Jan in bed alongside me. "Mrrrrrph, " he mumbled. "What's the matter, Suzi?" "Jan, it was the weirdest thing. I was a guy and you were a girl, and we kind of switched places and had a lot of sex. Our friends were involved, too. Gary was a girl named Kara, and Sam was a guy, too. And Toni was a real guy, not a tranny." "He's made a lot of money doing those videos, babe." He rolled over. "So has Mona." They were both porn stars in their own right, and had a very open relationship. Parties at their house could be pretty wild. "And it had something to do with this TV set," I said. I clicked it on. A movie was playing, one of those softcore cable movies that they show at 3 AM. I clicked over to CNN and they were talking about an explosion somewhere and a hurricane in the Caribbean. Weird. I was about to go back to sleep when I clicked back to the softcore movie. Two guys named Jake and Sam had found some secret, but Jake had to go out on a date with his girlfriend Janelle first. Interesting that my lifelong girlfriend was named Samantha, and Janelle? Didn't know any Jakes, though. What was the secret? The TV clicked off. Jan had rolled back over me again. "Since I'm already 'up', let's fool around." I was always ready for him, and as I reached inside his shorts to grab his hardening dick, he kissed me with that same hunger he always had. He had his way with me. Life was good.