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Jean Therapy Amanda said she found them on sale from some store that was going out of business. She'd always been envious of those girls in the stretchy jeans that flattered their perfect buns. She could never find a pair that she could either a) afford or b) fit into, but here was a pair that fit the bill on both counts. She snapped up the last two that they had and decided to give me a fashion show when I came over for dinner. Amanda and I had been dating for about 6 months, and we'd reached the stage where I had an extra razor and toothbrush in her medicine cabinet, and she had a bunch of female products in mine. So when I came over to her apartment that night, I wasn't quite prepared for what it would set in motion. We had dinner, and afterwards she said, "I have a little surprise for you, Bill." With that, she disappeared into her bedroom for a minute and came out dressed in those tight jeans and a tight top to match. She looked a little tarted up, which I had to admit was pretty sexy. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "I just got these today, and I was a little nervous about them. Not everybody looks good in these jeans. Do they make me look fat?" "On the contrary, they look pretty...amazing," I said. They seemed to shape her legs and butt perfectly, and that top and her makeup completed the ensemble. And I wasn't sure, but her tits sure looked bigger. Amanda bent over to kiss me. "Oh Bill, you're so sweet." As she got closer I could feel waves of heat coming off of her. Our kiss deepened into her writhing in my lap, which led to her dragging me into her bedroom. I didn't normally get this lucky this early in the evening, but I went with it. She tore my clothes off and went down on me like an animal. It was quite a rush. She didn't really like oral sex, and I was never demanding, so this was quite a surprise. But just as I was about to cum, she stopped. I was guessing that her rational mind had taken over. In the dim light of the bedroom it was hard to see, but she'd stripped down and mounted me like a jockey. She pushed her tits in my face. They were a lot bigger! I suckled one while I cupped the other in my hand. There was no doubt. I'd have stopped to ask questions, but she'd already moved back to put my cock in her. She fucked me like a wild woman and even came a couple of times before I did. I was just glad we didn't break the bed, although I could hear a dog in one of the other apartments barking incessantly at the racket we made. Amanda collapsed on top of me, and we lay there sweaty and panting. "Holy shit!" she rasped. "I was out of control there. I don't know what came over me." "Must be those pants," I joked. But as I looked at her in the dimness, her tits appeared to be back to their normal size. Was I imagining it? She got up and flipped on the lights. It was the same old Amanda I knew. "I've, um, got to take a shower," she said sheepishly. She was feeling her breasts herself, so the same thoughts were running through her mind. Afterwards, she asked if I could just leave her alone for a bit. She wasn't feeling well all of a sudden. And then she asked me a favor. "Can you just take this pair of pants with you? I know it sounds weird, but I don't want them here tonight." She was right, that was pretty weird. "Okay, no problem, I'll call you in the morning." It was still pretty early, but I'd already gotten laid, so I couldn't complain I guess. Back in my apartment I grabbed a beer and put on the basketball game. The Spurs were up by 20 points, so I got bored and started surfing around the dial. Nothing. I got another beer and as I did, I looked at the bag with those jeans in them. Didn't know why, but for some reason I pulled them out. The material was interesting; stretchy, but it still looked like denim. I felt it between my fingers. Thin, too. How could anyone wear this, I thought. The leg openings seemed small but they were so stretchy. The more I played with them, the more fascinated I was. I sighed. "Nobody will see me anyway," I thought. I wanted to try them on just for grins. If I got stuck or if it looked like I was going to rip them, I could always stop. Stripping off my pants, I was ready to dip a toe in. Then I had second thoughts. Better remove my underwear, too...don't want them getting hooked up on anything. Not that they'd fit me anyway. My foot went into one of the legs easier than I would have imagined. In fact, it slid up my leg smoothly. I put the other leg in and the material stretched to accommodate me. I pulled them up over my ass, and they were snug but fit me perfectly. I tried to look down at them but my vision was blocked by my t-shirt. Or more properly, what was UNDER my t-shirt. I hurriedly pulled it up and was staring at a perfectly round, perky set of tits. "Holy shit!" I said to no one in particular. In a panic, I pulled off the jeans and ran to the full length mirror in my bedroom. I was 'me' again. Man, that was weird. Knowing that I would change back again put my mind a little more at ease, though, and curiosity won out over caution. I pulled the jeans on again. This time they slipped on a lot easier. I felt my tits under my shirt again, and I went to the mirror to check myself out. Had I been born a girl, I guess this is what I would have looked like. It was still 'me' but feminized; my face was a little less angular, and my beard stubble was replaced by smooth alabaster skin. My breasts perched nicely on my chest, with big erect nipples at the tips. I touched them and I got goosebumps. My hands had long fingernails which should have felt odd, but didn't. It was like this body was completely adapted. Finally I snaked a hand inside the waistband of my jeans and felt a deliciously moist pussy. Whoa. Touching it set off a whole new set of sensations, and my horn meter went to 11. I found that this body had needs, and one of them was sex. For the first time in my life I found myself wishing I had a dildo in my nightstand. All I could think about right now was getting fucked as quickly as possible. My rational mind tried to control things as best it could. I couldn't very well run down the street clad only in a pair of jeans screaming 'somebody fuck me!' I had to be a little more subtle than that. Going to my closet I found a blouse that Amanda had left one time, and a pair of low-heeled shoes. Both sensible, like Amanda was. The shoes were a little snug but they fit better than my size 12 Nikes. The blouse was tight, too, but tight was okay right now. My nipples poked through the yellow fabric just in case anybody wasn't sure I was going braless. Now that I had what amounted to an outfit, I needed a destination. My mind was so clouded by desire that I couldn't think straight. I decided on the sports bar my buddies were at tonight. There were a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea, and I ignored them all. Kelly's Pub was a short drive away, and by the time I got there, the basketball game was in the fourth quarter and my friends had had a few too many beers. I stepped up to the bar and ordered a Bud Light. When the bartender came back I offered him the three bucks and he said, "the gentleman over there is taking care of it." I turned around and Stevie was winking at me. Stevie was my friend, but he was overweight and out of shape. In my current condition, I might give him a heart attack. Jason was the guy I'd go after. He'd broken up with his girlfriend just a few weeks ago, and I remember him from the locker room when we played football in high school. He had a big cock then; it was hard for even a bunch of straight guys not to notice. We called it his magic wand, because he never seemed to be without a woman for long. I went over to the guys. Jason and Stevie were with Fitzy and Glenn. I flirted with Stevie, thanking him for the beer, and introduced myself as Dara. It was a name I just thought up on the spot, but I liked it. Of course Stevie eventually said something offensive, which I took as my cue to move on to Jason. The ballgame was wrapping up, and Fitzy and Glenn took off. Stevie hung in there for another beer, then conceded he had no chance. I played Jason like a fiddle. I pretended to be interested in everything he was, since I already knew him like a book. We seemed to be getting along great when out of the blue he said, "Dara, do you know Bill Webber?" I hoped I hadn't blushed too much. Had he found me out? "Um, no. Why do you ask?" "Well, he's a friend of mine and you sure look a lot like him. I mean, you don't, you know...." He was fumbling, and I took the opportunity to put my hand on his knee and kiss him. He was sufficiently distracted. Then I applied the coup de gras. "Can we go back to your place? My roommate's at home tonight and, well, you might get lucky." Jason took that and ran with it. "I'll get my car." Two minutes after we got to his apartment we were grappling with each other. My blouse was gone in short order, as was his shirt. I faced a dilemma. What would happen if he tried to take off my jeans? Should have thought about that before, but I wasn't firing on all cylinders mentally. As we went into the bedroom, I told him to keep the lights off. "But I want to see you," he pouted. "It's sexier with them off," I said in a sultry voice. He acquiesced. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I pulled down his pants and flicked my tongue on the tip of the Magic Wand. He really was huge, even bigger than I remembered. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Was I really sucking my best friend's cock? Was I out of my mind? I justified it by saying that it was only the character of Dara that was doing it, not 'me'. I could only get half of him in my mouth without choking. Magic Wand indeed. I moved up to let him play with my boobs, and he was gentle but insistent, giving my achy nipples a warm tongue bath. He surprised me when a hand dove inside my jeans and hit paydirt. "Mmm, no panties. Nice." I was now crazed beyond belief. I needed him inside me, but what if I reverted back to Bill before his eyes? I'd probably be the biggest laughingstock in three counties. He'd unzipped me and had pulled them down over my butt, and I hadn't changed. What if I just kept them on part way? I took a chance and got one leg totally free while keeping the other leg pulled down to the ankle. It was a little awkward, but it seemed to work. I threw my free leg over him and fed that big wang into my dripping pussy. I thought I was going to pass out, it felt so good. Every stroke was like heaven, and as I played with my clit I experienced a full-body orgasm. It was shattering in its intensity. After pausing to gather my wits, I went back to work on the Magic Wand, and I squeezed him tightly with my snatch as he gave me load after load of his hot spunk. Once he was drained, I fell off him, utterly spent. I was lying there panting when he surprised me, diving between my legs to lick at my pussy. I couldn't resist- it felt too good. But I had to ask, "Didn't you just, I mean- I'm full of your cum!" He paused briefly. "I know it's kind of kinky. Not every woman likes it. But it turns me on." I said nothing but put my hands on the back of his head, pushing him down. Later we shared a cum-filled kiss. At some point we fell asleep, but I woke up and the moon was shining brightly through the bedroom window. I looked at the clock- 3:45 AM. Jason was lying sprawled on the bed, his big cock flopping to one side. I decided I needed a little snack. So I bent over him, taking that marvelous cock in my mouth. Without him waking up, I had him fully hard. It must have been a beautiful dream to him. He was moaning softly now and I was bobbing my head up and down getting him closer and closer..... And then I began to feel funny. I realized that I was totally naked. As in I didn't have my jeans on! My body was changing, and quickly. Meanwhile, Jason's cock was in my mouth. My tits were gone and I could feel my own cock between my legs. And then Jason's cock exploded in my mouth. It tasted sour and disgusting, but I had to swallow it all. Oh my god, where are those jeans? I finally spied them on the floor and dove for them. Jason's sleepy voice said, "Hey Dara, is there something wrong?" "No," I whispered, "I just have to go to the bathroom." I shut the door about a half second before he switched on the light by the bed. My heart pounding, I slipped the jeans back on, and in a second I was Dara again. The cum in my mouth tasted wonderful. But that was a little too close. I pretended to flush the toilet, then came out and kissed him on the cheek. "I have to go, Jason." Sleepily he said, "Will I see you again?' I said, "I'll call you." "But I didn't give you my number," he mumbled. "That's all right, I've got it." I replied. I had to walk for half an hour over darkened streets at 4 AM to get my car, and suddenly I realized how vulnerable a woman feels in such a situation. A young guy can bluster through, I thought, but I could get overpowered by some creep. Luckily, the walk was uneventful and I was soon back at my place. I opened the door, stripped out of my clothes, and fell asleep before my head hit the pillow. The phone jarred me awake. I fumbled around to pick it up. "What?" "Nice way to answer the phone!" It was Jason. "Sorry, just waking up." I said. "What's up?" "Dude, I met this awesome chick last night. Boned her on the first try." "The Magic Wand strikes again." "Don't know if she'll call me back again, though, she was kinda weird when she left." "You have that effect on people, man." I said. "But she was an absolute tiger in the sack. Just amazing." "Where'd you pick her up? " "At Kelly's. Funny thing is, and don't take this the wrong way, but she looked a little like you. You got a little sister I don't know about?" "I'm an only child. I hope that her looking like me didn't give you any, ahem, performance issues." "Ha, very funny. I'm a finely-tuned machine, dude. By the way you missed a crappy b-ball game, too. How are things with Amanda?" "Why do you think I'm so tired?" "Dude, you're awesome! Later." And he hung up. My god, I'd sucked his cock last night and loved it. I could still taste it. I got up and took a shower, then grabbed some breakfast. Lucky for me it was Saturday, since I was getting a very late start. I hemmed and hawed, then finally decided to go to the mall to buy one of those cheap cell phones where you pay by the month. If I ever decided to be Dara again, she'd need her own phone number. After that I found myself wandering past department store windows with women's' fashions. Before I knew it, I was in Victoria's Secret, blushing as I bought a whole raft of things, guessing sizes and hoping for the best. Once I broke down to do that, I knew that Dara would be making a comeback. While I was putting the bags in my car, I got a call from Amanda. She seemed a little stressed, and just told me to come over as fast as I could. So instead of going home, I went right to her place. She looked a little disheveled when she opened the door. "Wow, what happened to you?" I said. She sighed deeply and sank down on the couch. "After you left last night, I realized I'd only given you the one pair of jeans. The other pair was still in my closet, and....even though I said I wouldn't, I tried them on again. They slipped on so smoothly, and I felt so good in them. My body seemed to be so much more alive! I couldn't help myself; I went out. I was like a vampire looking for blood, except that I was looking for sex. For a hard cock or a woman to suck my pussy. I needed it so bad!" I understood exactly what she had been feeling, but I couldn't let her know. "I finally drove to the Tahitian Lounge." She searched my face for a reaction. The Tahitian Lounge was the 'Gentleman's Club' out on the highway. Expensive to get into, but they had the finest girls for miles around. "They must have assumed I was one of the dancers, and before long I was in the back room sucking a guy's dick. I should have gone to your place, I know, but I kind of kicked you out last night." I wasn't sure what to make of this revelation. "So what happened next?" "I would have gone anywhere with him. He was kind of cute and I was in a daze. But it was closing time and he said he had to go home to his wife. I came back here and fucked myself silly with my little friend. " She went into a drawer under the coffee table and pulled out a large battery-operated dildo. Never thought to look there. "But what I noticed is that I didn't change back to my normal self for a couple of hours. And when I did change back, it wasn't all the way. None of my bras fit me any more. And I feel different in....other ways." I tried to be solicitous, but my heart was pounding. "What other ways?" "Well, my clit, my clitoris is still really sensitive. Anything that brushes against it sets me off. And I had these fantasies in my sleep that were just over the top." She was biting her lip. "Would it help if I sucked your clit?" I couldn't believe I'd just said that. She jumped. "Oh god yes, I need it so bad but I'm afraid to act like a mindless slut!" She shimmied out of the sweats she'd been wearing, without panties. Before I could even get myself set she was crushing my face into her crotch. I tried to be gentle, but she was having none of it. I fumbled blindly behind me to grab the dildo and fed it into her slowly while I sucked her clit. When I had pushed the full ten inch length of the plastic phallus in, I flipped the little switch and let it buzz inside her. She screamed, but kept holding my head in place. I was having trouble breathing, as I was drowning in her juices. She shuddered through what appeared to be multiple orgasms and only then did she relax her hold on me slightly. She fell back on the couch, the still-buzzing dildo slipping slowly out of her cunt and plopping into a pool of her cum. Amanda was left panting, her eyes closed. I didn't know what to make of this. I was still fully clothed, although my face and shirt were soaked with her vaginal fluids. While she lay there recovering her strength, I tried my best to wash up. I grabbed one of the t-shirts I'd stashed in her closet for just such an emergency. When I came back, her eyes had fluttered open. "Oh, Bill, I'm so sorry. I must seem like a madwoman to you. I've just been a little out of my mind." "Are you OK now?" "Yeah, I think so. Christ, that was unbelievable. Did I hurt you?" "I'll live', I said. "That's what I mean. I had this insane desire building up inside me, but I seem to have taken the edge off for now. This is the first time I've been thinking rationally since last night. Can you forgive me?" "Nothing a good blowjob wouldn't cure." "Oh, a wise guy. Just what I need. Don't take this the wrong way, but I need to steer clear of sex right now." I made whimpering dog noises, but to no avail. "Down boy. I have a feeling you'll get lucky later. In the meantime, I need you around to protect me...from myself." We went back to the mall, and damned if she didn't go back into the same Victoria's Secret I'd been in. I tried to lurk in the background, but one of the sales people gave me funny looks. Amanda tried things on and noted with amazement how her sizes had jumped. As we left the mall, we went past a store with 'For Lease' signs on it. That was the store the jeans had come from, Amanda noted. I had a pang of regret; what else might they have been selling there? She suggested that we go back to my place instead of hers. We stopped only to pick my car up; I knew that my lingerie purchases would have to stay locked in the trunk for a while. By the time we got into my place I could see that she was flushed and the desire was building up in her again. "Mind if I try on my purchases?" she said. I nodded enthusiastically. She only got through two bra and panty combinations before she was breathing hard and she finally said, "Fuck it. I can't hold out any more." The next time she came out it was in her jeans and the same bra that was now barely able to restrain her tits. "I had them in my bag," she said. "I knew I'd give in eventually." Instead of being sad, she seemed joyful. Her body was a vision, and her face had changed somewhat from the jeans-wearing Amanda from last night. It was more stunning, with piercing green eyes and higher cheekbones. Her hair now had a decidedly reddish tint and a windblown look. It was the look of a supermodel in the body of a porn star. She reached inside my pants and grasped my dick. I got a little weak in the knees as she nearly strangled it in her haste to get me into her mouth. Her hands wandered all over my body as she wrapped her lips around my member. She had a stud in her tongue which set up all kinds of wild tingles. I was rock hard, but my cock felt shorter and thicker. The sensations of her sucking me were weird as well. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt. She pushed me down on my couch, and seemed to double her speed. Her red hair was flying about as she went up and down on me. Sparks were flying all over my body now, but she had one more surprise in store. Her finger found its way to my asshole and pushed its way in, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I writhed in exquisite agony as I pumped my load into her willing mouth. She didn't miss a drop. As I lay there recovering, I saw her with her hand inside her jeans, frigging herself. "Wait right there," I said, "I have to get something." I went into my bedroom and located the pair of jeans she'd given me. I took a deep breath; this would permanently alter our relationship. And then I slipped them on. A surge of electricity ran through me and I felt like I was operating on a higher level somehow. My vision was sharper, my body was fit and full of energy, my mood was sky-high. Looking in the mirror, I too had changed subtly from last night. I was Dara again, only more so. When I went out, Amanda stopped in mid stroke, stunned at what she was seeing. "B-bill, is that you?" "When I'm like this I like to call myself Dara." "Well, Dara, you look good enough to eat." "So do you, Amanda." "Mmm. Call me Mandy," she purred. "All right, Mandy," and I pulled her jeans down to her ankles to let her spread her legs and let me bury my face in her cunt. I lapped her up one side and down the other and twirled her clit until she screamed out her orgasm. Then I moved up her body to kiss her and let her lick her pussy juices off my face while our sweaty boobs slid together. Mandy then flipped me over and returned the favor. Her tongue stud had me seeing rainbows and gave me multiple squishy climaxes. It was so different to ride an orgasm from crest to crest, never coming fully down. Every time I would start to return to reality, she gave my clit another flick with that magic tongue and it would set me off again. Finally I had to beg her to stop before she killed me. She climbed on top of me, her big tits and hard nipples pressing into mine, as I in turn licked my own pussy juices from her face. It tasted so sweet and sexy. "Thank you for that," she said softly. "I wondered if you'd try them on after I gave them to you. In fact, I did that kind of on purpose. After I wore them and felt their power, I knew that I'd need somebody else to experience this with me. I figured you'd be curious enough to try them on." "Why, you manipulative little....." I said in mock anger. "Actually, I have to confess that I tried them on last night and went out on the town myself. I went back to a guy's place and fucked his brains out," I giggled. "Who was the lucky guy? Anyone I know?' "Actually, it was Jason," I said softly. "Jason? As in, Jason your best friend?" She looked shocked. "Well, yes. You see, he's got an incredible cock." "I've heard about the Magic Wand. It's really true?" she asked. "Boy is it ever. The best part is that I left him dangling. I said I'd call him." "You little slut!" "At least I fucked somebody I knew rather than giving blowjobs on the highway." She crossed her arms over her tits. "Fair point." "So I was thinking of calling him up for a date tonight, and say that I'm bringing a friend. He'll probably cream his pants on the phone." "As long as I'm the friend. And I call dibs on that cock of his. I need something big in my cunny." All of which brought up another point. We were both changing, even when we weren't wearing the jeans. Mandy was getting closer to her porn star image in real life; every time she took the jeans off and changed back, she went less and less of the way back to old Amanda. And I could feel it, too. Maybe I had a further distance to travel, but I knew I'd never be 'old Bill' again. It seemed to have to do with the cumulative time we spent in these clothes, but they didn't come with instruction manuals. The longer we wore them, the longer it took to change back, and every time we changed back less. Our jeans personas were also changing, but less so. We were just about perfect as it was, so the changes were minor. I picked up a picture of Amanda and I taken last month and compared it to the two of us standing in the mirror. There were vague similarities, but they were overwhelmed by the sexy changes. "So it's agreed then, we double-date with Jason tonight?" I said. "Dibs on the Magic Wand." "Done." And I called Jason with my new cell. As expected, he said he was free tonight. I knew he had tickets to the hockey game, but they probably ripped up the minute I hung up. I got the Victoria's Secret stuff out of my car and Mandy and I split it up. I loved the feel of the silky underwear on my skin. The sizes I'd picked out fit me exactly, and I got excited looking at myself in the mirror. I was staying as Dara longer now, so I could try on sexy things and vamp in front of Mandy. She put on just the right amount of makeup to make me look just a bit slutty, then we both applied luscious red lipstick that would smear all over his cock when we kissed it. We drove over in Mandy's car since Jason might recognize mine. At precisely 8 PM we rang his doorbell and when he opened the door he visibly gulped. "Um, hi Dara, who's your friend?" I introduced her as Mandy and she played along to the hilt. We both had small glasses of wine while he had two glasses of scotch. Things got a little loosey-goosey after that; Mandy placed her hand on his crotch while I kissed him passionately. In short order we had his pants off and she was taking every inch of him down her throat. She dragged her tongue stud all the way up the stalk of his cock. His screams were muffled by my pussy humping against his face. I ruffled his hair as I came hard, then fell away as I watched Mandy do her thing. I would have to get a piercing like hers to drive the boys crazy. But in the meantime I enjoyed diddling myself to keep at an orgasmic plateau. When I shivered out my last climax, I poured another scotch for Jason. "For strength," he mumbled as he downed it in a single gulp. Mandy was only getting started, and she had plenty of strength left. She dragged him into the bedroom and tore the covers off his bed, then pulled him on top of her. "I need a good fucking," she cooed, and Jason was putty in her hands. His big cock slid into her wet slash like a knife through butter, and she gripped his ass tightly. He was on top, but she was in control, making him fuck her the way she wanted to be fucked. I was a bit at loose ends. I was horny too, but Mandy was having all the fun. I dragged my nails softly down Jason's back as I felt his muscular body pounding my slutty girlfriend. Then, on a whim, I stuck my finger between his cheeks as they rose and fell. He let out a little grunt, followed by a bigger one as I crooked a finger inside his tight brown hole. I could feel him grinding back against me as he was plowing Mandy. Just then, my vision began to get blurry. My head was spinning, and as I fought my way back to equilibrium I realized that I was changing back from Dara. But to what? I paused as I watched my tits get smaller. I expected them to disappear any moment, but they didn't. They weren't huge, but they weren't tiny either. Most women would have been happy with them, I supposed, if I were most women. To me, a normal-sized pair were a disappointment. However, my cock had made a reappearance. It was a bit smaller now, but it was hard and ready for action. I wasn't revolted at the sight of Jason's quivering ass in front of me; my desire to fuck conquered all. My finger came out and my hard little cock went in. I mounted him like a stallion, and the molten-hot insides of his anal passage got me going. He was grunting with every one of my thrusts now, concentrating on me as much as the woman beneath him. He rocked back and forth between us, out of control. I felt the old familiar tingles that told me my cock was getting ready to cum, and I picked up the pace, my small tits pressing into his back as I humped him doggie-style. And then I felt it bubbling up through my cock, the warm stream of jizz firing into his ass. I realized it wasn't as much fun as cumming as a woman. I'd blown my load and it was over. I quickly went limp and slipped out of his ass as he went back to fucking Mandy with his full attention. Looking down at the shriveled little member between my legs, I went to get my jeans. But first I wanted to see what my 'baseline' was. In the bathroom mirror, what stared back at me was a Bill/Dara hybrid. A reasonably good-looking shemale if I stopped right here. But then I heard Mandy screaming as she came again and my decision was made. I slipped on my jeans. It was as if I'd been snapped back to life. Everything was more vivid. Jason was curious about what I'd been doing to him, but I played coy. We tested his recuperative powers and between my tender blowjob and Mandy licking my boycum out of his asshole, he had him hard again in short order. Jason definitely like his rimmings, something to file away for future note. Finally the Magic Wand was full and proudly erect, and I mounted him to let the full length and girth of him sink slowly into my hungry cunt. It may have looked odd, but my jeans were still on one of my legs; if Jason minded he didn't say. I did everything in slow motion as I pinned him to the bed, and it was glorious. Mandy sat on his face as we kissed each other, our crotches writhing on Jason as we fondled each other's boobs and clits. Mandy actually got off before I did, so I undulated my hips and swished Jason's big cock inside me faster and faster. The groan and the warm squishy feeling told me he'd come and it set me off. Mandy bent down to lick my clitty trigger as the muscles of my vagina rippled against the manmeat inside me. I lost track of the orgasms. When I finally came back to earth and Jason's cock slipped out of me, he was already snoring on the bed. "Let's leave him with his happy thoughts," said Mandy, who'd put on one of Jason's work shirts and was wearing it like a dress. I had to admit, she was drop-dead sexy. We gathered our things and I left Jason a note that I'd call him. We were a few blocks away when I realized. "Mandy, you forgot your jeans! We have to go back!" Mandy smiled. "No we don't. I'm already where I need to be. I'm not changing back." "You're not?" "Don't ask me how I know, but I do. So I left them for Jason as a little memento." "You know he's probably going to be curious," I said, rubbing my tongue stud against the roof of my mouth. "Know it? Hell, babe, I'm counting on it! " We both laughed.