Changing Channels- Second Generation Tablet free porn video

The package arrived on Friday, and Chris found it inside his screen door. He was surprised when he opened it, for inside the nondescript box was a brand-new tablet PC. There was no instruction manual, nothing more than a power cord. Odd way to send one of these, he thought. The box had no manufacturer's name and there was no return address. He wondered if his new girlfriend Elena had ordered it. Elena had just gotten out of a messy relationship with another woman, and Chris had been there to pick up the pieces. He wasn't being especially noble; he'd lusted after her for a while, even when he thought he never had a chance. Elena was complicated, though. He knew that she was pissed that Julie, her old girlfriend, hadn't called her in a couple of weeks. She'd never let on to him, though. He wondered if he'd always be competing against the next athletic woman to come Elena's way. He hoped that his big cock could keep her happy, and their sex had been nothing short of awesome. It wasn't much to build a permanent relationship on, but Chris wasn't interested in permanent relationships. His buddies knew he'd 'turned' a dyke, and he was a rock star with them. He was happy that Julie hadn't called- Julie hated his guts with a passion, determined in her conviction that he'd stolen away her lover. Chris didn't think she'd do anything irrational to get Elena back, but hey, you never knew. He held the PC in his hands, wondering if he should just put everything back in the box and wait for her to get home. But before he did, he hit was must have been the power button and the screen clicked to life. It was a bunch of icons, but one in the corner got his notice. It said 'hotgrrlz'. Jeez, that was weird. He should have left well enough alone but his finger touched the icon and almost instantly there was a couple of pornstars going at it. His dick leaped in his pants. Elena wouldn't be home for another two hours, so........... Chris went to the bedroom and shucked his pants. The couple on screen was in brilliant HD, and the blonde was exquisite, with big perfect tits and a killer bod. The guy fucking her from behind wasn't too bad either, he thought. He found himself staring at his muscular tight ss as he put the wood to Blondie doggy style. For a brief second the stud turned and looked directly at the camera and smiled. He was incredibly handsome, and Chris had the weird feeling he was looking directly at HIM. Pumping his dick in his hand, Chris felt himself ready to come at about the same time the on-screen couple was. As he felt his load burst, the screen on the PC lit up with a sudden flash. Chris felt a tingly buzz run through his entire body as he shot another big load, then lay on the bed trembling. "Whoa," he said to the empty room, "that was intense." Jeez. He'd spunked all over the sheets. He ran to put them in the wash, and put another set on the bed before she got home. Damn. The whole time he felt....off somehow. It was hard to explain; maybe he was coming down with something. The wash had finished and he was ready to put it in the dryer, but he noticed it was full of her things. They were still adjusting to living together, and they'd decided that they'd each do their own laundry for the time being. But he had to move things; he pulled out a bunch of bras and panties. They smelled so fresh, and feeling the material he realized he was getting a bit of a hardon. Wow, you perv, he thought, as he put the wet sheets in the dryer. Elena got home from her late class and dropped her books on the kitchen table. He'd finished the laundry and put her things back in the dryer, hoping she'd never know the difference. For her part, Elena was exhausted. It was a long day- a lab in the morning, soccer practice in the afternoon, and a class in the evening. But it was Friday night and she was done, for the next 2 1/2 days, anyway. "Let's go get something to eat," she suggested. Chris said, "Something came for you today, and I opened it by mistake. Hope you don't mind." He had a bit of a hangdog look, so she couldn't be mad at him. It was a box with what looked like an IPad in it, but it must have been some kind of knockoff. "I never ordered this', she said. "We should send it back." "There wasn't any return address, and there was no paperwork with it at all. I think you're stuck with it." She fiddled with the device and it sprang to life. Surveying it, she said, "Hotgrrlz? What the hell is that?" Before Chris could answer she'd already touched the icon. As they both looked on, a hunky Latino guy was banging a teenage chick with a tight little body and big tits. This was different than the clip Chris had seen before. Elena was surprised to put it mildly. "Wow, they're loading porn sites on PC's now? That's new." Chris thought she was hiding some sarcastic anger there. "Weren't you going out with the guys tonight?" Chris had completely forgotten. "Um, yeah. I'll probably be late. You know the guys." He wished he could have cancelled because he'd have loved to watch a little porn with Elena to get her in the mood. Damn. He grabbed his hat and was off. Elena was happy to see him go, because she was totally flush with excitement on the inside. The girl she was looking at was a twin for the woman she lost her virginity with senior year in high school. Was it even possible? She couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen as the couple drew closer and closer to coital bliss. The girl looked right at the camera and it focused in on her face as she said, "Oh baby, give me your cum!" It was even her voice. Ashley was her name, she remembered now. Her pert titties were wobbling back and forth as she took her partner's load, and her chest and face turned bright crimson just like Ashley's used to when she came. It HAD to be her, Elena thought. She felt her own excitement building, but when they came on screen, the tablet in her hand flashed blindingly bright. Elena felt a surge go through her body and she came in thundering fashion, soaking her panties and leaving her shaken. Chris arrived at the bar, still flustered by his whole experience. His buddies were already there and they ribbed him for only showing up halfway through the first quarter of the Morgana State football game. He had a beer and a chaser to catch up to the boys. But he was distracted by a buxom blonde playing pool in the back room, in skin- tight jean shorts and a blousy top that let her fabulous tits show every time she bent over to make a shot. Chris found himself wandering away from the game and into the pool room. He was a pretty fair player himself, and while he appreciated the girl's slightly drunken antics, he could tell that her boyfriend was a bit of a pool shark, racking them up and beating all comers. After a few others tried and failed to beat him, Chris found himself alone with them. The guy looked at him steely-eyed. Chris, completely out of the blue, thought he was cute somehow. He mentally scolded himself. Guys were handsome, not cute. "Care to play?' the guy said. He was gnawingly familiar to Chris. "Sure, what for?" "Her," the guy pointed the cue stick at the blonde. "Winner gets to fuck her brains out." Chris was stunned. Was he serious? At the same time, he felt his boner rising. The blonde moved closer. "What's the matter, big boy, no balls?" And she grabbed his crotch just hard enough to make him uncomfortable. Chris' eyes opened wide. "Hey, I'll play." He couldn't believe what he was playing for, but his competitive juices kicked in. He sucked down a beer as he broke. A few minutes later, after a hard-fought game, he'd sunk the last ball and won. It was here that he expected them to say that it was all just a big joke, and he was okay with that, but the guy said, "Okay, she's yours. You can take her back to your place and bang her." Chris hesitated. "I, uh, can't go back to my place." The guy smiled. "Got a wife, huh?" Chris' blood froze as he realized who this was. He was the guy in the Hotgrrlz video. Jesus, he was a porn star! And this girl looked suspiciously like the one he'd been bonking! "You can come to our place, then," the girl offered. Alarm bells and red lights were flashing in his head, but Chris wasn't exactly thinking with his head right now. "Um, Okay," he said. Chris sneaked out on his buddies who were glued to the game. The blonde got into the car with him, and they followed the guy in his turquoise Jaguar. It was only a matter of a few minutes before the pulled up in front of a nice, but not ostentatious house. The blonde led him into the bedroom and pulled his shirt over his head. "What about your boyfriend?" he asked. "Oh, he won't bother us, although I will tell you he likes to watch." Chris was getting a kinky vibe from this. "From where?" "Not Important," she said, pulling his pants down and setting his aching cock free. Chris' mind took a holiday as the blonde fellated him expertly. He was on the verge of cumming, when suddenly she ratcheted back, drawing his howls. "I want you to fuck me first. You agreed, after all." Chris was so caught up in the moment that he didn't notice anything else. He certainly didn't notice the tablet PC on the nightstand next to the bed. Elena was in shock. Here she was, staring at her new boyfriend as he climbed on top of some big-titted bimbo. How was this possible? She wanted to turn away from the screen, but she was unable to. She lay on the bed naked, two fingers in her pussy as she watched. She was disgusted and turned on at the same time. She wished that she could be the one fucking that blonde, not Chris. She watched his ass rise and fall as he plowed into this slut, listened to her yell and beg for his cum. Elena wanted to think about revenge, but she was too busy frigging herself to think clearly. Her other hand started rolling her big clit between her fingers, and she convulsed a bit at her own touch. The Slut (Elena could only think of her as The Slut) switched places with Chris now and was bouncing up and down on his dick. The same dick she'd bounced up and down on last night, dammit. She'd never do that again unless she ripped it off his body and used it as a dildo. Her mind wandered as she watched the sultry bitch work his cock in and out of her, playing with her clit as Elena tugged and fingered herself to near-orgasm. The Slut shifted positions again, getting on all fours as Chris pumped her from behind like the animal he was. Elena hadn't noticed it before, but there was another person in the room- another guy stroking his dick. She couldn't see his face, but she guessed he'd be getting sloppy seconds at this rate. Chris got that look on his face that she recognized well; he was cumming. Elena felt her own climax approaching. As he bellowed, she went over the edge into her own yummy cum when there was a bright flash. Elena's clit burned as she writhed in ecstasy on the bed. When she opened her eyes again, the screen on the tablet had gone dark. Chris was relieved. He should have been cumming on this woman the minute she took his clothes off, but it took a little longer and a couple of position changes to get him off. Was he losing his touch? When it did arrive, though, the orgasm had shot through him, his balls churning as he spurted out his jizz. There had been a flash from somewhere and he was disoriented for a second, then recovered. As the moment passed, he realized he should probably be getting the hell out of there while he could. Damn, he'd fucked this guy's girlfriend, what was he thinking? But as he started to rise off the blonde's body, she grabbed his limp member with an iron grip. Chris was frozen in place. Next he felt a hand on his behind, and shuddered. He felt a lubed finger, then two invading his ass, and he tried to squirm away, but the blonde's hold on him was very tight. He tried not to think about that time in college when he'd gotten drunk and he and this hunky guy had made it in a hotel room on spring break. He'd never learned his name, never saw him again, and never did anything like that again; it was just a couple of drunk college guys experimenting. He'd never let on to anyone about it, and he always thought of himself as hetero. But he'd get off on gay porn once in a while. Now it looked like it was for real. While he tried to fight, a small corner of his mind was excited, something the blonde noticed. "Hey Julian, he's getting hard again. He wants it," she giggled. Chris cursed his baser instincts. The lubed fingers withdrew, and were replaced by what could only be a man's cock. "No," he said weakly. "I'm not going to kill you," came the voice behind him. "I'm just going to fuck you. You're nice and tight, and from here on in you're just a little cumslut." Chris felt the heavily lubed cock enter him from behind, and he groaned. Julian's hands gripped his hips firmly, but thankfully the blonde had released him. He felt the cock burrowing deeper and deeper, and his insides relaxed as it hit his prostate. 'Ungh' was all he could say. "Oh baby, you're so hot in there!" Julian hissed. "Take my big cock in your ass!" And suddenly, Chris felt Julian's balls against his body, and knew he was fully impaled. While there was a little pain, he was a bit surprised at how good he felt. The blonde started stroking his cock, gently this time, and he was hard now, although his dick didn't seem to be very long. It all felt good, so he didn't really pay attention to the details. Julian started pulling out a little, then easing back in, gradually lengthening his strokes as Chris spread his legs a bit. He was into it now, and as the blonde jerked him off he got into a rhythm pushing his ss back to meet Julian's thrusts. There was a pleasing smacking sound every time they met, and the interval between thrusts got shorter as Chris' lubed hole provided no resistance. The blonde yanked his dick faster as their fucking built to a crescendo. Chris' face was pushed into the mattress, his stretched ass in the air for maximum access. The first spurts of cum were signaled by the wild throbbing of Julian's cock as he stopped moving and blew his load deep within Chris' overheated hole. Each throb sent a tingle through his body as he filled with spunk. He really was a cumslut. The thought triggered his own orgasm and he came all over the blonde's hand. When the flash ripped through him, he came all over again, then sank to the bed, exhausted. The next thing he knew, he was standing in his driveway. They'd driven him home, and pushed him out the car door. What just happened, he thought. He fumbled for his keys, and slipped into bed next to Elena, who fortunately never woke. He was out before his head hit the pillow. Elena woke at 6 AM. She'd heard Chris stumble in at 3:20, but was too tired to make an issue of it. How could she tell him she'd seen him screwing another woman on the PC? It was too unbelievable. She considered the possibility that it was a tape from a long time ago, but dismissed it. It was him all right, and she'd been watching it live. She just couldn't figure out how. She showered and dressed. She was sorely tempted to masturbate in the shower; her clit was so large, and every touch seemed to set off sparks. But she needed to get away from Chris as soon as possible. So she got some things together and left him a note saying she was visiting some friends for the weekend. What she really needed to do was to patch things up with Julie, her ex. Elena was such a fool for falling for this guy with his good looks and big cock. He couldn't wait to stick it in the next hot thing that came down the pike. Julie had actually loved her, and she'd blown it. After fortifying herself with Dunkin' Donuts and coffee, she headed to Julie's. She knew that she was an early riser even on the weekends, so there was no danger of waking her. The danger was that she'd be so hurt that she'd never take Elena back. The whole drive over, she rehearsed her apology again and again. She still had a key to the apartment, but common decency told her she should ring the bell. She did, and waited. And waited. She knocked on the door. Nothing. So she used her key and opened the door. All was quiet, and Elena got the feeling no one had been here for a few days. There was mail through the slot on the floor. "Julie?" she called, but there was no answer. She hadn't expected this. Checking through the rooms with the hope of finding a clue to her whereabouts, she came up empty. In the bedroom, where they'd spent many a crazy night together, the bed was well made and on the night table there was.... ...a tablet PC. It looked just like the one she'd received, the one she probably should have taken rather than leaving it with that bastard Chris. She pressed the power button, and the screen lit up. It, too, had a 'Hotgrrlz' icon. She was about to touch it when she heard a key in the lock. Her heart raced and she knew she'd have to do some explaining to do on top of her apology. She went to the front door, expecting to face the music. As the door swung open though, it was a tall, hunky guy who came in. Simultaneously, they said, "Who are you?" The guy went first. "I'm Julian, and I'm here to check on Julie's place when she's away. Are you..." "Elena. I came back here because I needed to talk to Julie." "You're her ex-girlfriend" The 'ex-' part stung Elena. "Yes." "Well, she's gone for a week, and she hired me to watch over the place and water her plants." Julian had an inscrutable smile on his face when he said that. "I'm supposed to clean out the fridge, so you want breakfast?" he offered. Elena had nowhere else to go right now, so she said yes. Julian made English Muffins just the way Elena loved them, with raspberry jam. When Elena got a bit of jelly around her mouth, Julian reached across the table to wipe it off, just like Julie used to do. "Um, thanks," she said. They talked for a bit and Julian let it drop that he'd broken up with his girlfriend, too. It seemed pretty clear to Elena that he was coming on to her. She felt a little dizzy, and her clit started burning. She was no better than that horndog Chris, she guessed. She was lusting after her own little sex toy.. Julian said, "Are you okay, Elena?" Her mind had been wandering and she was feeling a little flushed. "I'm, um, okay." "You don't look good. Why don't you lie down for a sec?" Elena was going to say no, but she really was feeling weird right now. "Maybe I should lie down for a bit." Julian got her a cold washcloth for her head, and she started to feel a little better. He sat by her on the bed and looked at her with these puppy dog eyes that were just like Julia used to look at her. "So what really brings you here?" he asked. It was a rather direct question for a stranger to ask, but she poured her guts out anyway, how she was bullheaded, how she was wrong to leave, how she was really bisexual, and that Julia wasn't comfortable with her lusting after a guy's cock once in a while, how she really loved Julia but didn't know if she'd get her back, how she'd been betrayed by the guy she'd left her for, Elena was struck by the fact that tears were welling in Julian's eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lay so much on you all at once." He sniffed. "It's just that my old girlfriend never opened up to me like that." "Well, I've decided I need to be more open with her. And she has to understand my needs as well. I've been running around with a fever in my crotch since yesterday. Wow, did I just say that out loud?" Elena noticed that Julian's shorts had started to tent. "I'll make you a deal. Technically, we're both free agents right now, and I need to get laid like nobody's business. I won't tell if you don't." Julian's eyes opened wide. "Okay, but one thing...." "Name it." When you see Julia, you have to tell her. You said you were going to be more open." Elena realized he was right. "Okay, deal." And with that she lifted the t-shirt over Julian's broad shoulders. Chris woke with a head the size of Staten Island. Man, what did I do last night, he groaned. Lying in bed he pieced things together slowly. Fucking that girl, and being fucked by that guy. His asshole was still sore. Did he really do all that? He wondered where Elena was. She was probably pissed; chicks were like that. He just hoped he hadn't left any tell-tale clues, or that one of his friends saw him sneaking out of the bar. He really stunk- he needed to take a shower. On the way, he grabbed a cup of orange juice from the kitchen and saw Elena's note. Gone for the weekend! Damn. He couldn't tell if the handwriting in the note was angry or not. He'd text her later just to make sure things were cool. Running the water over his face, he started to slowly come back to life. He still felt odd. His arms seemed weak. Looking at them, the muscle definition was gone. And his pecs were flabby. What the hell? He hurriedly finished up his shower and wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror. He'd become thinner, like a 97-pound weakling version of himself. He wasn't fat, he just wasn't muscular any more. And he had to be an inch or two shorter. And his hair! Damn, it was long. Surveying the whole picture, he could see one more thing- he'd lost all his body hair. His legs were silky. And as he ran his hand across his chest, he felt the smoothness around his puffy pink nipples and it gave him goosebumps to touch them. Holy shit! He shocked himself back to consciousness. What the hell had happened to him? He still had his package, but it seemed a little smaller, in keeping with the rest of his body. He flipped his flaccid cock up and down as he stared at himself in the mirror. He racked his brain for explanations. It had to be that couple he screwed last night. Had they injected him with something when he wasn't looking? He thought about that other 'injection', Julian's cock in his ass. Had he caught some disease? Even if he had, nothing happens overnight, he thought.. he thought some more about last night, and he kept returning to that big slab of meat that had fucked him from behind. He'd been treated like a sex toy; they'd even referred to him as a cumslut, hadn't they? He couldn't get his mind off of it, and he realized he was getting a boner thinking about Julian. He went to his bedroom and went to put on some clothes; nothing fit. He was swimming in his jeans and t-shirts. Then he thought about the dryer. Elena's clothes were still there, and when he tried on that pair of panties he'd fondled the other day, they fit perfectly. So did her shorts and t-shirts. He tried to select a combination that wouldn't look too feminine; fortunately, Elena wasn't into frilly pink stuff. The top was a bit snug, and the feel of the material sliding over his chest made him gasp. God, he was sensitive there. Looking in the mirror now, he realized that he looked more like a teenage girl than a guy in his mid-20's. The realization stunned him. What was he going to do? He was practically unrecognizable. He couldn't go to work or anything looking like this? He didn't believe in magic spells or anything, but he was running out of explanations. He had to find those two and make them change him back. When he finished getting dressed, he went looking for that tablet PC. This all happened after he'd opened the damn thing. He found it, and pressed the Hotgrrlz icon. A couple was kissing on a lavish pink bed. It was a busty redhead and a hunky blonde guy. As they kissed, she was worming her hand inside his sweats and pulling out his big cock. Chris' own cock leaped at the sight of it. The close-ups of her tongue running up and down the length of it made his face burn with excitement. Chris slipped his own hand inside his silky panties and played with his dick. Even hard it was barely 4 inches, but it still felt good to jerk it as he'd done on many a lonely night. On screen, the redhead had turned around and let her partner give it to her from behind. Chris pulled his shorts down and whacked his pud harder, breathing heavily. When they shifted gears and the hunk stuck his dick in her ass, Chris felt his head start to explode. The cries on screen were matched by Chris' cries as he felt his load building. His hand was a blur on his cock as the hunk pulled his rod out of the redhead and spewed his hot spunk all over her back. Chris squealed as he blew his own load all over himself, and came again when the screen flashed, sending a warm tingle through his entire body. Then he went limp. Elena couldn't believe herself. How could she be doing this with a total stranger? There was something about Julian, though, something she couldn't put her finger on. She thought he might be put off by her mannish demeanor, but it seemed the opposite. And he dove at her clit like an old pro, something guys generally were awkward at at best. She was having a little trouble getting wet down there, which was unusual for her. Julian was really sensitive to her, though, and he lingered long enough for her to work up a good lather between her legs. Julian kissed his way up her body and seemed to know every little place that drove her crazy, even nibbling on her ear lobe, one of her secret erogenous zones. Elena flipped him over on his back and started to mount him. This was her favorite position; she was in control when she was on top. Julian just smiled as his cock slowly sank into her. Elena marveled at how tight she felt; she could feel every vein and ripple of Julian's cock as she languidly pumped up and down on him. This was heaven- most guys measured their prowess by how hard and fast they could fuck a woman. Julian was content to let Elena control the process, his big dick filling her to the brim. Undulating her hips, she felt him move and twitch inside her, and she could feel him move into his ready state. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Elena! Oh god, oh god, I love you!" Elena felt the tingle start to emanate from the core of her being, the beginning of her own climax. Julian's hand had moved to fondle her clit, and she groaned loudly. Oh, he knew just when to do that for maximum effect, she thought, just before she came in a rush. Her body buckled, and as it did, a flash went up from the tablet by the bed, dealing Elena a second knockout punch as she quivered on top of Julian, gasping for air. When it was over, she collapsed on top of him in a pool of sweat. After a few minutes, she gathered herself. Pushing herself off of Julian, she exclaimed, "That was the most incredible sex I've ever had." Julian looked wistful. "I'm just glad we had the chance." That was an odd thing to say, Elena thought. "There's something I have to tell you," Julian said. Oh shit, Elena said quietly. This was usually the time when she heard the worst things, but nothing could have prepared her for what came next. "You were wondering what happened to Julie. Well, she's here. I'm her. I know that sounds crazy, but...." Elena was already starting to think about how to beat a hasty retreat. "Wait! Hear me out!" Julian insisted. "Do you know how crazy you sound?" she said. "I know. But I was changed, in a way that I can't fully comprehend even now. Test me. Ask me something only Julie would know." "This is stupid. You're not Julie. You're a man, and from what I can figure, a crazy one." "ASK ME!" Julian bellowed. Elena got angry now. "Fine. What's the combination to my locker at the Racquet Club?" "Trick question. You don't have a locker at the Racquet Club. But your locker at the Field House is 32-16-24." Elena's eyes went wide. She probed deeper. "What was our secret code word when we were trying to get out of a conversation?" Julian smiled. "Margarita." "And what did you say to me when I left?" "That I still loved you and I would always take you back. That you'll always be my teddy bear." They both burst into tears and hugged for a long time. Then Julian explained as best he knew how. How he slipped between 'here' and 'there'. "There' was a much cooler place, but he needed Elena and came back for her. Elena's head was spinning. She knew now that the changes she was feeling had a reason. She wasn't crazy. She had a million questions, though. Julian put her off a bit. She must have heard the phrase 'Not Important' about fourteen times. Then she asked, "What about Chris?" She knew that if she'd seen him on the tablet, that he had to be involved somehow. "I saw him screwing that bimbo last night." Julian smiled. "First of all, That bimbo is my sister. It's okay, she's quite the slut; I've fucked her plenty of times myself. Secondly, after he got finished nailing Bree, I fucked him in the ass myself. He kind of liked it, I could tell. He's already on a path of his own." Elena wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but she knew now she had to go back to his place. Standing up, she felt taller and stronger. Her arms had more definition, and her smallish tits had melded into a strong set of pecs. Julian said, "I have some things to do, and I suspect you do too. We'll be meeting up again before long." He stood, and they embraced, his tumescent cock rubbing against her pulsing clit. They broke off reluctantly, as they both got dressed. Elena only turned her back for a second, but he was gone. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her t-shirt barely fit, as did her shorts. She knew now that just like Julie, she was changing, and it was exciting. Chris opened his eyes and jumped when he saw them at the foot of his bed. There were hunky blonde twins, stark naked. "Wha....who are you...how did you get here?" he stammered. His eyes couldn't help but stray to the two enormous cocks they were displaying. "We came here to fuck you," said one. "I'm Aidan, and this is Evan. And you're our cumslut for today." Chris shivered a bit; he couldn't tell if it was fear or lust. The twins crawled onto the bed. Evan rubbed his cock against Chris' lips, and he opened his mouth to receive it. He knew this was weird, that he shouldn't be doing this, but the burning desire in him made it impossible to resist. He suckled on the fat mushroom head of Evan's, getting his first taste of pre-cum. 'Take it all, slut," Evan growled, and Chris' heart started to pound at the sound of that word. He WAS a slut, to be doing the things he was. A cumslut. The word was seared into his brain, defining him. Aidan had bent Chris' legs back and started fondling his little puckered hole. Feeling his slippery finger sent a another shiver through his body. He could smell the sweet aroma of perfumed oil in the air and knew that he was being prepared. He sucked harder on Evan's cock, placing his hands on the stud's muscular ass cheeks to steady himself as he tried to draw more of him into his throat. Chris felt himself almost folded in half as Aidan's big dick forced his way into his anus. Chris backed away from Evan's tool momentarily, concentrating on willing his innards to relax and accept the fleshy invader. Aidan moved slowly, but then the last few inches of his cock met no resistance as he was buried balls deep. Chris could feel his scratchy pubic hair from his balls as they snuggled against him. As his panting slowed, he craned his neck up to continue fellating Evan. The twins took mercy on Chris, knowing his positioning was uncomfortable. Without a word, they switched their positions around, treating Chris like their little sex toy. Now they had him on all fours where he could more easily gobble Evan while Aidan pounded him from behind, each thrust pushing his twin's cock further down Chris' throat. Chris was delirious, servicing two cocks at once like this, waiting for their sweet creamy cum. He wondered why he denied himself this pleasure for so long, but that was the last coherent thought he had as he blissfully gave himself up to be used, to be fucked from both ends, mindless as a blow-up doll..... Elena walked in to the apartment and followed the noise to the bedroom, where she saw Chris on the bed, obediently taking two cocks as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They were oblivious to her presence, each of the three wrapped up in their own pleasure. She felt the tingle inside her shorts, and she had to take them off, they were so tight now. Her hand fondled her big clit inside her sorely-stretched panties, and her breath became ragged as she watched the trio approaching their climax. Her face was flushed, and her hips swayed unconsciously as she felt almost as out of control as they were. She heard Chris's muffled screeches on the bed as he serviced the two big cocks. The one in his mouth exploded, and the stud held his head in place so that he could pump as much cum into his throat as possible. Then Elena saw the one buggering him from behind buckle and thrust himself against Chris, shaking as his load was fired deep up her ex- boyfriend's ass. Chris then shuddered between them in what she could only surmise was his own orgasm. The heat in her own crotch had become unbearable, and she felt her clit swell enormously and throb against her fingers. Then, without warning, came the blinding flash, a little more intense than previous ones. Her fingers were wet as she staggered backwards from the mental force of the flash, stunned by the explosion she felt inside her. She leaned against the wall, blinking her eyes, trying to get her vision back. The hallway was dark, and she could only dimly see, but it was very plain that Elena had experienced a male orgasm. The sperm ran in rivulets down his palm, warm and sticky against his skin. As his vision cleared, he saw Chris alone on the bed, curled in a ball, cute butt in the air, face buried in the sheets. The twins were nowhere to be seen. Peeling off the torn panties, Elena entered the bedroom, enjoying the feel of his cock swinging ever-so-slightly back and forth as he walked. Tapping Chris on the shoulder, he watched as his ex came out of his crouch only to stare at him wide-eyed. "Is that.....you, Elena?" "Yes, Chris," he replied in a voice that was jarringly deep. Tears had been running down Chris' face. "I'm a little discombobulated. My head's just chock-full of crazy stuff right now, and to top it off I seem to have become addicted to cum. I can't stop thinking of it. I've changed in other ways, too." He rolled over, and Elena got the full effect for the first time. "Look, I've got a little set of boobs. They're so sensitive that almost anything sets me off. And my cock....," his thin voice trailed off. It was a little nub now, and he could barely see Chris' balls. "But Elena, you....you've got a real cock!" "I know. It feels weird and awesome at the same time." "Please let me suck it," the plaintive tone of Chris' squeaky voice was impossible to resist. Elena lay on the bed and Chris got on all fours to suck him. The feeling of a mouth on his cock was indescribable. Chris was in heaven. He had one mission right now, and that was to make Elena cum any way he could. Tasting the cock, he loved the way it responded to his touch, swelling and twitching like it had a mind of its own. He wished he had a hundred cocks to suck, all ready to blast him with their sweet spunk. Elena's long arms had reached around and was playing with his little cock. It felt good, but he really wanted Elena inside him, fucking him like the cumslut he was. Elena kept nudging him in the 69 direction, and he happily straddled his face while never letting go of the hardening organ in his mouth. Chris' bliss kicked up another notch when he felt Elena's tongue tickling his balls and dick in one long slurp. He spread his legs a little more to get closer. Then Elena did something he didn't expect- rubbing and playing with his little naughty bits. His balls seemed to flatten against his body, as he felt the pressure of Elena's palm on his crotch. He was getting a tingling feeling there, as if an electrode had been placed on his body. He pushed against Elena's palm and fingers, enjoying the exotic feel of it, moving in a slow dance against the stimulation. Elena wriggled out from under him, letting that cock pop out of Chris' mouth. "I want to try something," he said. He grabbed a bottle of lube that the twins had left behind. He positioned their bodies so the they were sitting up intertwined on the bed, Chris' perky titties rubbing against Elena's muscular chest. "Just go with it," Elena said. It wasn't an order, but Chris was obedient. Elena reached underneath Chris' nut sack and rubbed against it with a single finger. The pressure was a little uncomfortable, but something in the back of Chris' mind said to calm down and enjoy this. Elena was nuzzling his neck as the pressure from the finger increased. The tingling feeling was almost unbearable now, but Chris could tell that finger was now INSIDE his body. Crazy thoughts and instincts seemed to come into alignment as Chris concentrated on the finger, now two, that had wormed their way in. It was the center of Chris's universe, trying to pull those fingers inside. And then suddenly, it was no longer fingers but the sweet smell of Elena's lubricated cock that was applying the pressure, the head slipping inside and still pushing, Chris letting out a scream and still pushing, feeling an inner wall giving way as she took Elena's cock inside her, the wonderful feeling of fullness as she was fully impaled on the sword of his magnificent dick. As Chris adjusted, she could feel her titties swelling as her head was flooded with sensations. "Please don't move," she said to Elena. "Please stay inside me." Elena said, "I won't move until you tell me to." And he held her tightly as she broke out in a sweat all over her body. Slowly, gingerly, Chris began to make tiny movements. Elena let her take things at her own pace. Before long Chris was undulating her hips in a way that was getting him hot all over again. She pushed him back so that he was lying on the bed again, with her straddling his dick. She placed his hands on her tits as she bumped and ground her way on top of Elena. He could feel his cock getting rock-hard and his balls tighten. He knew instinctively he was getting ready to cum, and Chris was getting the same face she used to get when she had a cock. Her low moan got louder and more insistent as her hair flew in all directions. The nipples under Elena's groping hands were hard as diamonds. Thinking for a split-second about how angry he'd been when he'd seen the male chauvinist pig Chris fucking that slut, he'd been surprisingly sensitive to her needs. There'd be plenty of time to fuck her unconscious later, he decided. As he thought of needs he felt his nuts bursting and the feel of hot sperm as it traveled through his cock into Chris' freshly- waiting vagina. He had no control; he just jerked spastically as he pumped her full of his cum. Chris's moans grew louder as she came as well. The tablet next to them flashed again and they both shuddered as they felt their whole bodies growing, changing, evolving..... Elena was the first one to wake. Chris' sweaty body was draped over him like a wet towel. He looked over at the tablet beside the bed; Julian was staring back at him, stroking his naked cock with one hand and crooking his finger toward him. "Come on over," he said in a tinny voice through the tablet's tiny speakers. Chris was stirring now. As she sat up and stretched he got a wonderful view of her round, perfect breasts. "You can come, too, Chris," Julian said. "Come where? How?" she asked. "Not Important," came the reply. "Just come closer." Elena picked up the flat PC and held it close to his face. Chris grabbed his arm. And then they were there. "Welcome," said Julian. Pointing to Bree and Gaby, he said, "Chris, the girls would like to see you. They'd like to take you down to the beach for some fun." Chris needed no second invitation and was off with the girls, giggling. "We've got the place to ourselves now," said Julian. "So we do," Elena replied. "But what about us?" Julian smiled. "I'd never have imagined this, but I've got a whole new appreciation for the male sex organ. Having one and feeling what it can do has been an eye-opener. We used to fantasize about fucking with strap-ons, but this is a whole different experience." He paused. "I still love you." "I'm sorry I left you. It was a bad decision on my part. Chris was a poor choice." "That's all right, she'll be pretty happy with all the cum she'll be getting at the beach." Elena's face clouded. "You set him up to get me back. You knew he couldn't resist that bimbo." "Yes, but I was desperate. I couldn't see you ruining your life with that loser. If it wasn't her, it'd be someone else, and you'd have never known." Elena knew it was true. "I'd have come back anyway. He was a fling. I still loved you, deep down." Julian choked back a sob at that. "Then prove you love me. We're in different bodies now, but I still want to make love to you. We'll just have to adjust our technique a little bit." And he grabbed Elena's cock gently. "Come with me." They fell into the immense bedroom, all pink and silky. Julian took some of the omnipresent lube and rubbed it all over Elena's cock. Then he scooped a big blob of it up his brown hole as he lay spread-eagled in front of Elena. "I had a chance to fuck you with my cock; I think it's only fair that you return the favor." And he broke into a big grin. Elena's dick had jumped and was long and rigid. "Are you sure you can handle it?" he joked. "Shut up and fuck me," Julian growled. Elena's cock slid easily inside her true lover, and Julian took it all. It was slow, tender lovemaking, with none of the rough edges that might be expected. They were a well-oiled machine, and when Elena came inside him, Julian held him close with his powerful arms as they kissed long and hard. The tablet by the bed vibrated slightly, then shimmered a bit. Julian felt his balls stirring, and he shot a load on his chest and Elena's. The shimmering grew more intense, and the bright flash bathed the room but traveled into the beyond, in ripples of light that spread further and further far beyond the horizon. Then the tablet went dark. Elena and Julian felt the warm buzz pass through their intertwined bodies, and life was good.