BSC09 the Fall and Rise of Jared ReznikChapter 14 Jared s Kind Offer
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Kim and Patrick were our best friends. We had known them only two years,
but neither myself nor my wife had ever had a closer relationship. For
me it was life changing. I didn't have family that I spoke to, and for
my wife, her only close friend was her sister and she was a thousand
miles and a decade away. We had keys to each other's houses. We didn't
knock. It was assumed that we would spend the weekends together. We
joked that Kim was our other wife and Patrick our other husband.
Financially, we weren't doing that well. My wife had taken a travel
position with a nursing agency in the hopes of getting caught up which
would take her away for 13 weeks. She would be back between now and
then, flying back in to spend a few days, but for the most part she
would be gone. I hated to see her go, but we needed the money and I
needed some space; however, after only two hours of her being gone, I
was insanely lonely and there was only once place to go.
I knocked because it was late and I didn't see Pat's car. She Kim
answered the door, she just left the door open and walked back into the
kitchen without a word. She greeted me with a glass of wine in her hand
when I came around the corner.
"Where's Pat?"
"Aw," there was a long pause and some sways "um. Hes workin.' He got
called in tonight." Her words were slurred, she was extremely drunk.
"You want some wine. Sure you do. I'll get some."
I helped her with the glass and then let her pour it, spilling some on
the counter, and then a few drops on her shirt and floor. Again, without
talking, she put her glass on the counter and in slow motion got a rag
and bent down to clean it up, then stumbled to the laundry room in the
back of the kitchen and threw the rag into the washer. Then turning and
trying to grab her wine glass, missing, she looked down at her shirt,
looked at me and laughed. She then told me all that had just happened as
if I wasn't in the room and after a long pause burst out in laughter.
I started laughing at her. She wasn't just drunk, she was shitfaced.
Then she just pulled her shirt over her head and with the same motion
she had performed with the rag, she now threw her shit on the laundry
room floor. I didn't know what to do. This was my boy's wife, and this
was entirely too uncomfortable. In no world would I want to betray him
or her, and based on her condition, there was no way she would ever
remember any of this, but as she stood there slowly making her way to
her glass, putting it to her lips and then smiled at me when she
swallowed and returned the glass to the counter, I had enough of a
moment to see her in a light had ever allowed myself.
I always knew she was attractive, but in a way you would understand your
sister was attractive. She didn't have an overly sexy body, she would
never be a model, but knowing what I knew from what Pat had told me and
seeing her in a black lace bra in front of me allowed my mind to go
places I didn't intend it nor wanted it to go. Pat had told me how Kim
always wanted to have sex, something I couldn't say about my wife.
Evidently Kim woke him up a lot by sucking his dick, and in his words
acted like a total "whore" playing with his cum. She was every guys
dream when it came to sex it seems. She begged him to fuck her ass, was
open to anything, and had never said no to Pat during their entire
marriage. He didn't tell all of this to me at one time, but through time
he had shared. He told me it had always been his dream to find a total
"whore that I loved" but he had told me on more than one occasion that
he turned her down all the time because he simply didn't want it as much
as she did.
Now I just stood there sipping my wine and staring at her body. It could
be debated as to whether she really needed a bra, but it could be that
she wore one simply to hide her nipples. Her stomach was tight and flat,
and without her shirt on the flare of her hips was much more noticeable.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I turned and walked into the living room, hoping that she would get a
hint and put a shirt on, but she was too drunk, and no hints were gonna
be received. She came in shortly after me and plopped down on the couch,
and after a moment of silence, she started asking me about my wife and
when she would be back. She turned on the TV and even refreshed both our
glasses, and just about the point that I had forgotten she was just
wearing a bra, she looked over at me and out of the blue opened her
mouth.
"You know Pat and I have talked about having group sex with you and
Jen." Then she started laughing. After a long pause, she seemingly got
serious and then added, "but we love you guys so we couldn't do that."
We watched TV in silence and then she brought it back up, so I knew she
had been thinking about it the whole time. "You know it would be awesome
to be able to be in a group, but I couldn't look them in the eyes
again."
"Yeah I understand." I was trying to get her to move on because I was
honestly getting a hard on.
"Like if you could switch bodies but no one knew who was who and never
would, then you could do whatever you wanted without worrying someone
thought you were all fucked up for doing whatever. You know its like
giving head..." and that's where I cut her off.
"Ok Kim, I gotta head to the house. Don't drink too much. Tell Pat I'll
call him." And with that I was out the door.
I couldn't just stay there, something bad was going to happen, or
something was going to be said that couldn't be unsaid. Either way, I
went home and jacked off and came so hard thinking of Jen and I fucking
them. I laid there with my softening dick and long stream of cum up my
stomach thinking about how hot that entire situation would be. Thinking
of it didn't bother me at all. At first, I thought, Pat fucking my wife
might bother me, but it actually didn't. Then I started thinking of
fucking Kim or Jen with another penis around. Beside the fact that he
was a man and his penis was pretty fucking huge, it actually wasn't
disturbing. I didn't want to kiss the guy, but if we somehow touched, it
wouldn't bother me in the least bit. I mean he was my friend. I was
closer to him than I was to my family. I'd kill for him. It was all a
real shock for me. I cleaned up and went to bed. After about an hour of
tossing and turning, I drifted off.
The next day I searched for jobs and about six in the evening, Pat
called and said he heard I had come over last night. Terror over took
me. He knew. I had done something horrible. Then he said we should get
together and drink. I was relieved. I picked up a bottle of liquor and
headed to their house. They lived in a small house just on the outskirts
of town. It was small and not very impressive, but it had a nice yard
and was pretty private when you got right down to it.
I knocked on the door and then opened the door (since both cars were in
the drive) and walked in. Immediately to the left when you walked in was
their living room and there they were looking straight forward as if
they had not heard me come in. I walked into the kitchen with the
intention of making a drink, saying hey as I got to the tile floor. I
got no response. I poked my head around the corner and realized that the
television wasn't on and they hadn't moved.
"Guys?" They didn't move. "Hello?" I put the bottle on the counter where
the deed had occurred the night before and walked into the living room.
They still didn't move. I got right in front of Pat and there was
nothing. I didn't see him breathing. I snapped my finger in front of his
face. I put my hand in front of each of their mouths, but nothing
happened. I felt nothing.
"Don't worry my friend, they are alive."
The voice was behind me, and freaked me out so much I turned and fell on
the couch beside Pat. There was a man with a beard and long coat at the
table I had just passed. I knew no one had come in through the door.
"Its ok Dan. Just relax. No one is here to hurt you."
"What about my friends? What the fuck did you do to my friends." I was
in shock, pushing against the couch almost trying to crawl up and back
over the couch.
"Your friends are perfectly fine. I talked to them as I am talking to
you, and I will say the same thing to you as I did to them. If you agree
and say what they have said. If you do not, I will leave and you will
never remember I was here."
"How the fuck am I not going to remember this freaky shit?"
"When three people wish for the exact same thing, the powers within the
universe examine that wish in a different light than if one person sends
a request."
"You mean god???" He completely ignored my shock at not forgetting.
"There is no such thing as your 'god', what there is is something you
can never understand. Just know that there is a force out there that has
the ability to help your fledgling human race."
"but I don't underst..." then I couldn't move my mouth.
"No more questions. I have come to you because your group here wants to
share something beautiful but your small brains refuse to allow
yourselves to be truly happy. You all love each other some truly that if
you all want the same thing, we will grant you this wish."
He looked at me and smiled. I looked over at Kim and realized what was
going on.
"That's right. We will make sure you can truly open up and experience
each other down to their soul without the issues that might occur. In
order to do this, you will inhabit another's body. You will be unable to
tell another who you truly are, but while in that person's body you will
have the feelings and urges of that body. You will not know that
person's intimate past as that would go against this experiment. If you
try and tell another who you really are, everything will stop and you
will end the relationship you have. You will no longer know each other.
Because there is a forth in your group that is not present, her change
will take place even though she is not here. You are free to explore the
world in the person you become. You also do not need to worry about how
the world views you. No one will remember anything because once you
switch back, you will come back to this very moment and everything will
be as if it was just a dream. So what is your verdict? Do you want to go
forward? You may speak."
"Who will I be?"
"That is not what I asked. But you will become one of them. And one of
them will become you."
"Which...."
"Do you want to do this or not? Say now or I will leave."
I didn't think long. I looked at Kim's face and turned to meet his eyes,
"yes."
I felt groggy, but when I opened my eyes I was in their living room, but
from what I saw, I knew who I was. I looked to my left and there sat
Pat's body. To my right was my old body. Who ever was in Pat's body
looked at me and then at my old body.
I was the first one to speak, and even though I would not have said it
like I did, I heard myself say, "what do we do now guys?"
They paused, and I could tell the wheels were turning. While I looked at
them, and it wasn't more than 10-20 seconds, I realized that strange
thoughts were surging into my brain. I studied Pats crotch and then my
former crotch, trying to get the outline of a dick. I felt drawn to
their crotches, and I began thinking of kissing either or both of them.
If I would have allowed myself to go further, who knows what I would
have thought, but before I could do anything, Pat stood and came over to
me.
"We can do anything we want." And he reached down and raised my chin and
kissed me with force.
I can't explain how different it was to have him kiss me than when I
would be kissed by Jen. There was force and strength to his hold on me.
I could feel his stubble and his size was overwhelming. I felt a sense
of control leave me, as if his control over my face was enough to turn
me on. I felt a tingle in my crotch, and felt flushed. He only stopped
to lock back at my former body and smile.
Pat stood me up and with his guidance and assistance, I was soon naked
and standing in front of two men that were staring at me as if I was
something on the menu. Then everything came to a halt. We all looked at
each other. There was something giving Pat pause. His hand went to
reach up, but then dropped, but there was no fear in my body. I had
never in my life felt such a need. I could feel my fluids lubricating
me. My heart was racing, my skin on fire. I had felt that need to fuck,
that drive to thrust into someone, but this was different. I want one of
them to hold me down and try to split me in two. I felt an internal
echo, as if my body was calling out to be filled, a deep void growing
and growing, screaming to a past experience to educate my current self.
I looked at both of them but still they made no move. I couldn't wait.
I jumped at Pat, pushing him onto the couch and grabbed his face with my
hands and started kissing him. His hands felt my back holding me, his
grasp encasing me. My knees found the couch and as we kissed, our
tongues exploring one another, his hips moved, his thighs spread, and
with it but my thighs and wet slit. Then I felt my old hands reaching
around me, under my arms, and when they found my breasts, the small
mounts with the enormous nipples, cupping them first, and then finding
the hardened erasers between his fingers, I broke from the kiss and let
out a gasp.
Who knew the pleasure that could come from just a touch. It made me need
to reach out and find the source of these hands, but instead I leaned
back and found my old face from a different angle. We kissed gently, so
unlike kissing Pat, but as I fell backwards I pulled my hands back to
brace me exposing my chest to Pat. When he put my nipple in his mouth, I
broke a kiss once more, this time noticeably moaning.
"Someone likes her nipples sucked," I heard my old voice say.
I'm sure there would have been a graduate progression if we had some
experience, but there was none of that, only passion uncontrolled and
understood. I gasped and sucked in air as his teeth took hold of my
nipples and then released, gasped as he released his hold and I felt the
cold air make my nipples even harder. He put his hands behind me and I
let my weight take me down and his arms support me. He went back to
licking my tits, and I closed my eyes and concentrated on his teeth and
tongue. Never before had I dreamed of a feeling like this, and as
amazing as my wife's tits had been (who in the world's tits they were
now I had not figured out yet), I had never spent more than passing
attention to them for fear that she was sick of guys paying them so much
attention. You see, for all my wife's faults, her tits were amazing.
Large G-cups, full and firm, but natural. My new tits were anything but
big, probably just a B-cup, but the electricity that shot from them with
every touch was something I was completely unprepared for.
I hear the zipper coming down, and if there was hesitancy and fear in
the first initial move, there wasn't in the entire act, because almost
as soon as I heard the zipper, I felt the presence of my old body behind
me and then the head of his dick rest against my lips. At first I was
horrified. His balls were resting between my eyes on the ridge of my
nose and I could smell the mustiness of his manhood, but then it was all
I wanted. I leaned my head back further and allowed him to push his cock
into my mouth. I tried not to choke, but the angle just wasn't good, and
after only a minute he had pulled off.
I am not sure how many thousands of times I had seen my penis before or
how many times I had jacked it off, but as my old body sat on the couch
a space away from Pat, I couldn't break with his penis, and Pat could
tell I was distracted. He pulled me up and stood up causing me to stand
as well.
"Well I see someone is a bit taken by..." but before he could finish and
say "Dan's dick," I had already straddled my old lap, lined my old dick
up to my slit and pushed down engulfing him. Small spasms shook my body.
I felt him fill me. I and I could no more move my body as I could fly
out the window. I felt connected to another human a way I had never felt
before. I moved slightly and felt like the old operation game, with his
dick hitting my sides and causing electrical surges to bring my body to
life. With the one movement, I had to move again. I pushed my hips
forward and felt the shock and then pushed back and felt it again. I
could do it all night.
Then I felt a hand on my chin pulling my face to the side. I hadn't
noticed him get naked or stand on the couch, but as my head was being
pulled to face him, I opened my eyes and noticed it. It was huge. Huge.
Not freak show porn big, but compared to my old dick, very large. I
stopped moving, and starred. If my old dick felt this amazing inside me,
what would that thing do to me? He didn't allow me to think much. He
pulled himself forward and my head to his dick with his grasp and before
I knew it, the head of his dick was in my mouth.
I had been still during this small break, but as he moved his dick, I
began moving my body. Half of it was to control how much of his dick
went in my mouth, fearing I would gag, but then his dick went deep and
pushed against the back of my throat. I pulled off my old dick slightly
to pull Pat's length from my mouth, but then I paused and thought. I
could tell they were both wondering what I was doing. If I was Kim, then
I had her skills. I didn't move my body, but I did push my head down on
Pat's dick till his head pushed against the back of my throat and with
no problems I grabbed his ass, adjusted my angle and pulled him the rest
of the way, forcing his dick into my throat. I opened my mouth and
pulled him as hard as I could against my head, then pushed my tongue out
and found his balls, then suddenly withdrew taking a deep breath and
allowing a long stream of saliva to drip down my chest.
I broke with his dick and looked back down at my old face, and then felt
his hands under my ass and he began lifting my body up and down on his
dick. I started hearing my body slapping against his and the feeling was
beyond description, but as Pat sat down, I switched over and took place
over his dick, straddling his thighs, my pussy almost level with his
face. He went to grab me and pull me close, but I pushed his hands away.
"You can eat it later, right now I need that dick."
I crouched down like I use to do as a catcher in baseball going so slow
as to feel every centimeter of his dick as it pushed me apart. I began
to understand the difference in dick size. Both felt amazing, but Pat's
dick just pushed me apart more, and at a certain point felt like it was
pushing a part of me apart that had never been split. At a certain
point, my thighs just started shaking and I couldn't hold myself up
anymore and fell on him completely. My body went limp. He allowed me to
move, or try to move for just a few seconds, and then he picked me up,
completely impaled and pushed me on my back on the couch.
Then I'm not sure exactly what happened, but heaven must have come to
the earth because as soon as he started fucking me, my entire body
opened up and pleasure made it to things and my mouth utter things I
have never experienced. I came once and then twice. I squirted into the
air against his chest, the fluid pooling up and causing a splashing
sound as he fucked me. I tried to slow him, the pleasure was much too
intense and too constant, and jus when I thought I couldn't take it, he
turned me over on my hands and knees and plunged his dick back inside
me. The feeling was completely different. I knew why they called it
doggy. Deep grunts came from my throat as he began fucking me. He
grabbed my hips and held me still when his body slammed against me, and
while the overwhelming level of pleasure had diminished, another
feeling, that of a dick really deep in me took over. How deep could he
get. How opened could he get me to feeling, and then out of the blue
another orgasm hit me and I arched my back and pushed my head down on
the couch and my body lurched as my old body slid under me so my head
was on his thigh. I knew he wanted head.
I sucked him deep a few times and then giving a few hints, he got up so
he was on his knees in front of me and Pat's fucking then started
pushing me onto my old dick. I didn't understand how neither of them had
cum yet. Pat slowed and started with long deep strokes instead of
constant hard fucking, and as it happened, and I gained more control of
sucking my old dick, I began feeling his thumb rub my ass hole.
If there were ideas that something else might happen, it would not
happen at that moment because I suddenly felt my old dick harden and
then pulse and I knew what was coming. I should have wanted to back
away, but I wanted that cum. I wanted to feel the stream and thickness
of the cum, taste it and swallow it. I had never had the biggest dick,
but ever woman I had ever been with had said they had never experienced
someone that came like me. I finally understood. His hand went to the
back of my head and then a long stream lasting a few seconds erupted in
my mouth, he moaned, and then he let out another large stream and then
another. Cum leaked from my mouth and I swallowed as I could.
When I finally broke from his dick, Pat was withdrawing and doing his
best to get his dick to my face, me finally understanding what he wanted
so I tried to get off the couch on my knees in front of him, but I
didn't make it in time. He began cumming on my chest, but I managed to
get the head of his dick in my mouth for the second spurt and easily
managed the rest of his cum.
Once I knew he was done, I pulled off him, scooped the cum that was
running down my chest and put it in my mouth, noticing the differences
in their spunk, got the cum that was out the sides of my mouth and on my
chin and then smiled at them. I pulled my own body over and put his
softening dick in my mouth cleaning it, and did the same to Pat, and
stood without a word.
I looked at both of them and smiled and took a step only to notice the
different feeling of my widened vaginal opening. I went to the bathroom
and turned on the water, and after a minute or adjusting the water, I
got in and let the water rush over me. Even the water rushing over me
was different, and after cleaning myself and drying off, I walked back
out into the living room to see about getting some clothes and saw them
on the couch.
I knew Pat was somewhere out west with my wife's tits in his hands, and
wondered if one of them had managed to get the other's dick completely
in their mouth in their new body seeing as they laid side by side in the
69 position thrusting each others head as hard as they could against the
other's crotch.
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