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What are Friends For? It was a rainy Friday night, and I was all set to spend it at home watching a movie on Netflix. But only moments after I sat down, I got a text from Cameron--my best friend for the last decade. I was a bit surprised, since Friday was usually one of his primary date nights, but when I read the words it all made sense: "Janet left me, need some help, come over?" I hadn't been under the impression that Cameron and Janet had been serious enough that he would be too devastated, but I'm always there for my friends, so I was soon on my way across town to his apartment. I knocked on the door and was shocked when a beautiful woman answered it. She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a tight t-shirt that stretched to contain her generous curves. It took me a moment to gain my composure, but I finally stammered, "Hello?" "Come on in," she said, ushering me into the apartment. "What's... are... are you a friend of Cameron's?" I asked. It wouldn't have been too unusual for me to find a beautiful stranger in his apartment, but even by Cameron's standards, this would have been a very fast rebound. "What?" "Who are you?" "Shit," she said. "I keep forgetting what happened. It's me. Cameron." "Are you kidding me?" I said. "What's really going on here?" "I'm serious, Sean," she said. "I know I don't look like it, but it's really me in here." I looked the girl up and down, and while I saw some similarities--complexion, hair colour, familiar looking clothes--it was impossible for me to conceive that my lifelong best friend, a former linebacker, could possibly be the sexy young woman who had so brazenly barged into my apartment. "Alright, what's the real story here? Is this some sort of joke? Is Cameron out there somewhere?" I went to the door and looked out into the rain. Cameron's car was parked in the lot, but there was no one inside it. "I'm telling you, it's me," the girl said from behind me. "Janet and I were on a date, and right after a nice romp in the sack, she started trying to pressure me to moving in again. It turned into a big fight, and she dumped me. Right before she walked out, she yelled some of her voodoo witchcraft shit, and the next thing I know, I'm a centrefold." The story was absurd. Too absurd to make a good practical joke. But if it wasn't a joke, then what was going on? The woman certainly talked like Cameron, and the more I looked at those clothes, the more I felt certain I had seen my buddy wearing them. I needed a different way to investigate. I quickly took out my phone and called Cameron. Immediately, I heard the familiar tune of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" playing in the room. The girl whipped Cameron's cell out of her pants and answered. "It's me, dickwad." I was starting to get nervous. I hung up and dialled another number. "Why hello, Sean," Janet answered. "Fancy getting a call from you now." "Yeah, hi," I said. "Listen, this might seem random, but is Cameron with you right now?" "Don't talk to me about that sack of shit," she said. "I'm never going to see him again." "So, you guys really did get into a fight tonight," I muttered, half to her and half to myself. Suddenly, her tone changed. It became much more cordial. Almost sweet. "Oh? And where did you hear that little tidbit of information?" "There's... uh... there's a girl here with a crazy story about..." "About what?" "About you turning Cameron into a girl." I heard a chuckle on the other end of the line that made me deeply uncomfortable. "And how is the little slut handling her new circumstances?" "I... what?" "Like I said," she continued, "I'm never going to see Cameron again, but you can tell her I said 'hi.' Oh, and you too have fun tonight, Sean." With that, the line went dead. "Well that was weird," I said. "Was that Janet?" the girl pretending to be Cameron asked. "Yeah. It was a really weird conversation. Really creepy." "She's a witch, man," the girl said. "A fucking witch." "After a fight, the real Cameron usually called her a 'bitch,'" I said. "That too." Once again, I studied the girl, this time looking at her eyes instead of at her body. There was something in them that was convincing. Perhaps it was desperation--it has a tendency to make people show their true selves--but the nagging sense of familiarity finally began to win me over. "What's your birthday?" "January 17th," she said. "Where did we meet?" "Mizz Sours's class, second grade." "What was your nickname in junior high?" "Come on, really man?" "Say it." She sighed and mumbled, "Munchkinbutt." That got me to laugh out loud. "Oh, that was a good one--one of my best ideas," I said. If you are Cameron, there's no way anyone would call you Munchkinbutt now." "What, is something wrong with it?" she asked, trying to peer over her shoulder and past her long blonde hair. "No, nothing like that," I said. "Then what did you mean." "Well, I just, uh... I mean... well, you've kinda got a killer ass." The girl and I both blushed at the awkwardness of the comment until she (or he?) finally said, "Shut up. We've gotta figure out what to do about this." "What to do about what?" "About what? About me being a fucking girl," she yelled. "Just hold on," I said. "I'm still not sure you really are Cameron. It does sound pretty ridiculous after all." With a depressed moan, she collapsed onto the couch. "Why won't you believe me?" she asked, sounding like she was on the verge of tears. "Alright, listen," I said sitting beside her. "Let me just ask you a few more questions to make sure you're really him." She sighed heavily, but agreed. Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting in total silence. I was completely convinced that the person sitting next to me really was my best friend. It seemed like we had a long night of sorting out problems ahead, and so we had decided to order a pizza. But once the order had been placed, we both seemed unsure what to say or do while waiting. Personally, the shock of it all had left me dumbstruck, and Cameron just seemed to feel awkward. At first, I didn't even know how to look at the guy turned girl, but curiosity eventually got the better of me, and I began to look over the body more carefully. She certainly was gorgeous. Despite the bulky, oversized jeans, intended for a guy, long, shapely legs, and an even shapelier ass were clearly underneath. The t-shirt clung to a narrow waist and bulging breasts, clearly with no bra constraining them. Her face itself was breathtaking--the sort that could any photographer would love to be able to shoot. Even the way her untamed hair fell wildly around her face and spilled over onto her breasts added to the sexiness. I couldn't stop looking at her. And somehow, knowing that it was really a guy under there made it seem almost okay to take those long looks. "Admiring the goods?" Cameron finally asked. "You caught me," I said chuckling. My gaze had settled on the jumbo sized hooters protruding from my friend's chest, prominent nipples pushing against the cotton fabric of a t-shirt that had to stretch to keep them contained. "So those things are real?" I said, half mesmerized. "Hell yeah, they're real," she said proudly, and without any hesitation she lifted up her shirt to show them off. "Check it out." Fully exposed, the breasts were even more beautiful than I could have imagined. Her whole body had the same golden, honeyed complexion. Round and full, those glowing breasts hung like ripe fruit off of Cameron's lithe, slender body. "Come on," she said cupping one and jiggling it, "give 'em a squeeze." "You want me to..." "Go for it," she said. "It's one of the first things I did after I realized what happened." "Well, alright," I shrugged, "if you insist." I knew, of course, that if I didn't take the opportunity to grope those tits now, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I reached out and scooped up one of the breasts and gave it a soft squeeze. "Oh wow," I said. "These are incredible." I rubbed my thumb gently over the nipple which immediately stiffened. "Ohhh," Cameron sighed, "they're really sensitive." "Yeah?" I said, rubbing a bit more vigorously. "Does it feel good?" "Yeah." While still kneading one breast, I reached for the other and softly pinched the nipple, eliciting what I can only call a girlish squeal from Cameron's glossy red lips. "Oh fuck!" she cooed, closing her eyes in what was an obvious state of arousal. That's when it got too weird. I quickly let go of those alluring breasts and turned away. "Hey. Why'd you stop?" she asked, almost sounding like she was pouting. "Why?" I asked, incredulously. "I... I'm feeling up my best friend. I just got to second base with a guy." "Not really a guy," she said. "Besides, I said it was fine. In fact, I kind of liked it." "That's even weirder," I cried. "Has anything else about you changed?" "You mean other than my entire body?" she retorted. "I mean like your mind. Is it really still all you in there?" She gave me a quizzical look and said, "I think so. I mean, I still remember my whole life. Why are you asking now? I thought you were convinced." "I am," I said, "it's just..." "Just what?" "Well, the real Cameron... I mean, the old Cameron never would have let someone touch him like that, especially another dude." "In case you hadn't noticed," Cameron said flatly, "I'm not exactly a dude anymore. And if the 'old Cameron' had tits that felt this great, I bet he wouldn't have given a damn who touched them." "So, you really liked it?" I asked. "Hell yeah," the girl said. "I've never felt anything like it. You sure you don't want another feel?" With that, she tossed the shirt aside entirely, leaving her chest fully exposed. I had always had a weakness for big tits, and faced with such a stunning pair, it was inevitable that I would give in. Moments later my hands were firmly grasping those beautiful, soft orbs. They were sexiest breasts I had ever seen, if only I could forget they belonged to my best friend. Just then, he moaned again. "Could you not do that?" I asked. "It kinda weirds me out." "I'll do my best," she said, "but I may not be able to help it. You're hitting all the right spots." I felt oddly satisfied at the comment. Cameron really did try her hardest to be quiet. Unfortunately, hearing her shallow breathing and her soft moans and watching her bite her plump lips were even more of a turn on. I didn't know if Cameron could tell or not, but I soon had a definite erection. Though I had tried to ignore the pressure that was building in my crotch, I then realized I was in danger of getting carried away and began to back off my groping. But that's when Cameron said, "Maybe... maybe you could just touch me a little?" "Touch you?" "You know, down there?" Her words were soft, with a new kind of desperation beginning to rise to the surface. "I don't know, man," I said, beginning to feel very uncomfortable. "Don't say that." "What?" "Don't call me 'man'." She looked down at her new body and said, "I think we can both agree that there's nothing manly about me anymore." "But you're still Cameron, right?" I asked. "You're still my buddy in there." Then I heard the most frightening word that had been spoken all night. "Maybe." "Maybe?" "Well I think so; but..." "But what? What do you mean, BUT?" Cameron was getting incredibly antsy now, squirming in her seat and rubbing her thighs together. I might have thought she had to go to the bathroom if it weren't for the lustful way her glazed eyes looked toward me. "I just can't get it out of my head. How good it would feel to have someone's hand rubbing over that little clit, maybe poking into my... my... I can't say it--it's still too weird. But, oh fuck, that would be good." With eyes half-closed she licked her lips, almost shaking with the desires inside her. A beautiful woman had basically just begged me to finger her, maybe even more, but the idea seemed almost repulsive. How could my friend be asking for that? This girl seemed less and less like Cameron by the second. Maybe her body had needs, but there was no way I could be the one to help with them. "Can't you just take care of that yourself?" I asked. "I can try," she shrugged, "but it won't be the same as if you do it." I noticed that her eyes were fixed directly on my groin. Embarrassed, I shifted in my seat and turned away. "I don't think I should," I said, feeling an immediate and pang of regret. "Look, Cameron, I want to help you, but I really don't think that's the best way to go about it." "I get it. I know it's weird, and I'm sorry," she said, coming back to herself a bit. "It's just confusing--all these new feelings and sensations. It's all so confusing. My head's been spinning ever since it happened." "It's fine," I said. "I can't even imagine what you must be experiencing. I just think it's better if we don't do anything too crazy." "I think so too," she said, though I could tell that there was still some sort of struggle going on inside her. "Are you alright?" "I don't want to be like this," she cried out. "Not really. This isn't my body--I know it isn't. But these feelings are so strong, I can hardly stand it. And they feel like they're really a part of me. And I just... I just..." That's when she broke down and cried. It was something I had never seen the old Cameron do before, but I immediately started comforting her. Forgetting all about her naked breasts, I wrapped on arm around my friend, held her close, saying, "There, there. It'll be alright. We'll figure things out. Don't worry." Gradually, she calmed down. I never would have tried to comfort Cameron like this back when he was a man. But I had also never seen him this emotional when he was a man, not even when his father died. Maybe something other than his body really had changed. I looked down at the girl in my arms--the girl he had become--and suddenly became aware of how closely we were pressed together. My arm was now wrapped around that thin, sexy waist, and those big, beautiful boobs were squished against me. I could feel them swell each time she took a deep breath. Unfortunately, now that I was reminded of all those alluring features, something else was starting to swell again too. "Well, well, well," Cameron said, "looks like someone's feeling a little bit excited." With that, she gave my stiff member a playful squeeze. "What the hell?" I cried out. "What are you doing?" "I'll suck yours if you suck mine," she whispered lustily into my ear. "Cameron!" "Calm down--I'm just teasing you," she giggled. The sound shocked me. My best friend would joke around with a deep throaty chuckle, but this had been an entirely feminine sound from a beautiful woman who was teasing me in ways Cameron never had before. "I don't get it," I said. "One minute you're bawling your eyes out, and the next you're flirting with me again. What's gotten into you?" "Things were getting too serious," she said. "I just wanted to lighten the mood a little. What's wrong with some harmless joking between friends?" "Nothing, I guess," I said, though not with much conviction. "Good." The kiss was so quick I hardly noticed it happened before she had slipped into her bedroom. My best friend had kissed me. The strangest thing was how naturally it had happened, how quickly and easily she had pressed her lips to mine before nearly skipping across the room. Whoever Cameron had become, she was full of surprises, which made me nervous what she was up to in that room. "What are you doing in there?" I called out. "Trying on clothes. I want to find something that fits this body." I shrugged. It seemed reasonable enough. The clothes he had transformed in obviously didn't fit well. And Cameron had told me before that over the course of various one night stands and imploded relationships, he had ended up with a fairly sizable collection of women's clothing that had been abandoned in the apartment. They sat in a box in the corner of the closet. I had always joked that he was saving the clothes for a rainy day, and it seemed my words had finally come true. I didn't know what was in the box, but I knew the types of girls Cameron had dated as a man. Most of them were pretty girly. And pretty slutty--the types who might leave provocative underwear, discarded items from clubwear, or even a few roleplaying outfits behind after a night of passion. I would expect my friend to wear any of the items his dates typically wore, but with the way Cameron had been acting, they might suite him perfectly. A sudden scream distracted me from these thoughts. I rushed into the bedroom and quickly realized that something had distracted Cameron from finding clothes. There she was, sprawled out on the bed, pants on the ground with her legs spread wide and a hand shoved deep down her underwear. She was still moaning and rubbing herself gently as she came down from her orgasm. The sight was sexy as hell, like something straight out of a porno, and it left me momentarily speechless. "Is... uh... is everything alright in here?" I finally asked. "Oh, God, Sean," she sighed, "if you had any idea how good that felt." "I think I got the idea," I said. "Are you... better now?" "I'm alright." She sat up on the bed, still catching her breath. "I don't feel quite satisfied, but it took the edge off. I'm thinking much clearer now." "That's a relief," I said. "I thought you were going to jump me there for a minute." "If I had known how good it would really feel, I might have," she said. "Fuck, I'm so wet now. You wanna feel?" I saw the large damp spot spreading across the boxers hanging loosely around Cameron's waist and felt a twinge of warmth in my crotch. I did want to feel, but I dared not admit it. I was worried that, even though Cameron said he was thinking more clearly, she still seemed to have sex on the brain. "I better not," I said. "Your loss." Without further ado, she stood up and dropped the boxer shorts. Suddenly I was in a bedroom with a beautiful woman who was completely naked, and obviously very horny. I could now see every inch, every luscious curve of my friend's new body, the bulging breasts, a flat, smooth stomach with a slender waist, nicely curved hips with a cute bubble butt, and long, silky smooth legs that ended in cute little feet. She was practically a goddess. "So," she said, "you'll watch me strip, but you won't fuck me? You're a stingy little perv, aren't you?" For the first time that evening I laughed. It was the sort of joke Cameron really might tell, and it helped reassure me that my friend was still in there somewhere. "Fine," I said turning to go, "I'll leave you to it." "No one said you had to leave," she called out after me. "I'll let you watch if you finger me." I quickly closed the door before I had time to consider the offer. Instead, I went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. It helped to be away from Cameron's new body for a while. I was trying my best to be a good friend and not take advantage of whatever was happening to Cameron, but she wasn't making it easy. And unlike Cameron, I had never been much of a ladies' man, so I wouldn't have known how to handle such a bold, impulsive woman even if she wasn't really a man. I was experiencing all sorts of conflicting emotions--confusion, incredulity, compassion, frustration and, increasingly it seemed, lust. I needed to get my mind together, especially since Cameron seemed to be gradually losing his. Hopefully, when she was clothed, I would be able to concentrate better. Of course, I had momentarily forgotten that most of the clothes she had to choose from would generally be of the sexy variety. I was still standing over the sink when I heard Cameron's sultry new voice from behind me. "So what do you think?" she said. I turned around and my jaw dropped. The outfit she had chosen once belonged to one of Cameron's ex-girlfriend. I could remember him talking about her. She was five foot flat with tiny little tits and a kink for schoolgirl roleplay. One of her costumes had been left behind, and that's what Cameron had chosen to wear. Of course, even in this new body, Cameron was at least half a foot taller than her, so the tiny, plaid skirt, which would have been provocative even on a short woman, now barely covered Cameron's tight, round ass. And the blouse, which Cameron never could have buttoned over her enormous tits, was instead tied shut beneath her bust, giving an obvious show of the bright red bra she had chosen. That, at least, seemed to fit, but the way it thrust her cleavage into view made those boobs look even bigger. The bra was complimented by a red thong whose straps arched provocatively above the waist of her skirt. The look was completed by frilly white stockings and a pair of heels that made those already graceful legs look even longer. Obviously, seeing Cameron dressed up was not going to help me keep my cool. How did she even know how to put an outfit like that together? She had only been a woman for a couple of hours. Eventually, I regained the power of speech, but only enough to say, "You're... I mean, you look... Wow!" "That's what I was going for," she said with a smile. Cameron stepped into the bathroom with me to look at herself in the mirror. "God, I'm so hot I wish I could fuck myself." "So you are still attracted to girls," I said with some relief. "I guess so. Or maybe I'm just a narcissist," she said with a cute little wink. Trapped again in close quarters with my transformed friend, I began to feel a familiar pressure building up in my pants. Fortunately, I was saved by a knock on the door. "The pizza!" Cameron said excitedly. Another thing about my friend that hadn't changed--she still loved pizza. At least that's what I assumed when she rushed off to the door. But that comfort began to disappear when she opened the door and said, "Well hello there, Mr Deliveryman. Do you have something big and meaty for me?" The pizza boy, a pimply teenager with greasy hair, was dumbstruck at having apparently walked into a porno. "I... uh... PIZZA!" he stammered, holding out the box. "Why thank you, darling," she said, accepting the pizza. She walked over and set it on the table, being sure to bend at the waist so that her ass stuck out in the air and so that the pizza boy got a clear view of the string of fabric that barely covered her pussy. "That's... uh... I mean, that'll be $12.83," he said. "Oh no," Cameron cried, throwing her hands to her cheeks, childishly. "I don't have any money." "You--you don't?" She strutted back to the pizza boy and said in a sultry voice, "Maybe we could come to some sort of... arrangement." A dainty hand reached down and grabbed the kid right in the crotch, where his adolescent dick was already engorged with arousal. I had been in disbelief at Cameron's provocative behaviour, but I almost lost it when I saw that latest move. "Cameron!" I scolded. She giggled and pranced across the room, wiggling her hips as she went. "Sorry about that," I said to the bewildered delivery boy. "Here's your money." He took the money from my outstretched hand. "Thanks. And have a good night," he said, winking at me. I slammed the door and turned back to face Cameron. She sat on a chair in the living room grinning at me mischievously. "What? Are you a porn star now?" I asked with a sudden spurt of anger. "I certainly look the part, don't you think?" she said, clutching her breasts and giving them a quick squeeze. I opened my mouth to answer, but then thought better of it. Instead, I just shook my head and said, "You're getting out of control." "Aww, does the big, mean, school master need to teach me a lesson?" "What is the matter with you, man?" "I told you. I'm not a man anymore. Besides, you certainly seem to like looking at me dressed this way. Seems like you're the kinky one here." "That's not the point," I said. "Then what is?" "It's you. It's the way your acting. I want to help my friend, but you're getting crazier and crazier to the point where... well, I'm not sure my friend is even still in there." Cameron looked at me intensely, the most focused I had seen her since she arrived on my doorstep. It was almost frightening. "Don't friends look out for each other no matter what one of them says or does?" "Well, I guess--" "Which bothers you more," she asked, "the fact that I'm changing? Or the fact that you like it?" The words hit me in the gut. I had to admit that my greatest frustration had been when I was the most turned on by Cameron's behaviour. The fact was that my friend had changed dramatically--not just in body, but clearly in mind as well. And it was changing the way I felt about him... her... whoever. Maybe it was the change in my own feelings that upset me the most. I sighed, trying to exhale my expectations of how Cameron should be behaving. "Come on, it's just a bit of fun," she said in an effort to ease the tension. "Now why don't you bring that pizza over here? I'm hungry for some sausage." She had a wicked grin on her face. A moment ago, it might have angered or saddened me to see my friend descending into the role of some sort of strange sex kitten, but somehow, now, I could accept it. And since I had, I found myself feeling increasingly turned on by the playful flirtations of this attractive woman. "You know when you stare at me like that, it makes me feel all horny again," Cameron said. "I'm sorry," I said, "I don't know what came over me." I brought the pizza over and set it on the coffee table, taking a seat on the couch "I think I have an idea what it was," she grinned. I noticed that she was gently caressing the exposed flesh of her cleavage with the blade of one of her long fingernails. Her arousal was evident from how two erect nubs pushed out prominently from her breasts through the fabric of her bra and blouse. From what I could tell, she might just as easily have been trying to seduce me as absent-mindedly pleasuring herself. Whatever happened seemed to have made Cameron incredibly easily aroused. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she asked teasingly. I felt like I was falling under a spell. I had felt an instant attraction to this body as soon as I saw it, and the more Cameron acted like flirtatious young woman and less like my friend, the lower my defences became. Only by continually reminding myself that this was my friend did I rally the energy to keep up my resistance. "Let's eat," I said, reaching for the pizza box. But I never opened it. Cameron's hand shot forward and grabbed my wrist. Before I knew what was happening, she had climbed on top of me and was pressing my hand against her enormous round breasts. "Cameron, what are you--" "Don't speak," she whispered and pressed her lips against mine. I had lost the will to resist, but I still hadn't given into her seduction yet. Soft lips pressed insistently against my skin. Long fingernails scratched gently across my neck. Hips ground against my erection in slow circles. But I didn't respond. I hardly even moved. Getting obviously frustrated, Cameron finally pulled back and asked, "What's the matter? Am I doing it wrong? It's my first time, you know." "No, you're doing everything right." "Aren't I attractive?" "You're very attractive." "Then why won't you do anything?" she pouted, practically pleading with me. "I don't know what... I mean..." I was doubly ashamed to reveal this, not only to my best friend, but also to a beautiful woman. "I've only... done this with a couple girls, and never... you know... on a first date." "What?" Cameron said, "Seriously? I have clearly been neglecting my duties as a wingman. Besides that's all the more reason for us to do it now." She started rocking her hips back and forth again. "Come on, Sean, get into it. And don't worry about this being a first date or whatever. We've known each other for years." "That's the other thing," I said. "You're my best friend. I can't do this to you." "Sean, look at me." The voice was forceful and direct. It sounded more like the real Cameron than anything the woman had said to me all night. "Now listen. I know I'm not the guy that you knew. But he is still a part of me. And right now, he wants his best friend to help him get what this body wants. And what my body wants right now is for you to fuck me senseless." With that she kissed me again. Suddenly all my senses intensified. I saw her sinuous body moving with a strange frantic grace in the lamp light. I heard the soft feminine moans in her throat. I smelled the pungent spice of arousal from her pussy. I tasted the sweetness of her lips as they pressed against mine. I felt the tenacity of her small tongue probing my mouth for an opening, the pressure of her full breasts filling my hand and pressing against me, and the heat building as our groins rubbed together. My mind finally accepted what all my senses were telling me. And I responded tenaciously. I grabbed Cameron by the ass and pulled our bodies tighter together. "Oh!" she squealed. "That's more like it." I didn't say more, but instead pressed my lips to hers and slipped my tongue into mouth. I let one of my hands glide along her thigh, slip under her skirt, and press against the thin fabric of her thong. "Oh yes," Cameron moaned. "Don't stop there. Stick your dirty fingers up my cunt." I gladly followed her instructions, pulled her underwear aside and slipped a finger inside her already drenched snatch. I heard a pleased moan coming from deep inside her and decided to slip another finger in. Cameron was really getting into it now, thrusting against my hand in her crotch. Our lips mashed together and our tongues danced as delighted sighs and moans leapt from her throat, while we half blindly tugged at each other's clothes. Finally, I wrapped my arms around Cameron and flipped her onto her back. Cameron had managed to take off my shirt at some point. I now finished the job and dropped my pants to the floor. Cameron's own shirt had long been discarded, along with her bra, so those gorgeous tits were once again fully exposed. In one swift motion, I slid her skirt and thong down her legs and tossed them aside. For the second time in just an hour, I got to see that beautiful body naked. I paused for a moment, just to take in the beauty before me. Now that I had finally accepted Cameron as what she had become--a horny hotty--I looked at her with all new eyes. My confusion and restraint were gone, and my lusting eyes soaked in every beautiful detail. Meanwhile, Cameron was watching my full erection as it twitched in readiness. "What are you waiting for?" she asked in a voice both desperate and sultry. It was all the encouragement I needed. I climbed on top of her on the couch and guided the tip of my cock to the opening of her femininity. She squirmed anxiously beneath me. It was the point of no return. But it was what my friend wanted, right? With one powerful thrust, I plunged my cock deep into her slick opening. A girlish squeal erupted from Cameron's lips. "Oh fuck YES!" She screamed and writhed so frantically, I realized she must have reached orgasm immediately. I decided that I wouldn't let her come down from her high and began pumping into her vigorously. Cameron's moans and screams goaded me on as she gripped me tightly with her legs and clawed at my back with her nails. I wanted to lose myself in her and consume her all at once. While pumping as hard as I could, I nibbled at her ears, sucked on her neck, licked and bit her stiff nipples. All the extra attention seemed to drive her wild. She was crying out, "Yes, yes, oh, yes," writhing in agony, while her rippling pussy massaged my cock. I knew I didn't have much longer, and when Cameron threw her head back in blissful agony and screamed, "Ffffffffuck, YES!" I lost it and shot my load deep into her womb. We collapsed together, shaking with pleasure. "Oh fuck yeah," she sighed. "That's what I've been waiting for." I pulled out of her slowly, savouring the slurping noise caused by our intermingled juices. I stood up and said, "I'm going to get cleaned up." A small hand shot out and grabbed mine. "Not so fast," she said with a wicked smile. "I'm not done with you yet." She quickly knelt in front of me and grabbed my softening penis with her dainty fingers. "Let's get you ready for round two." To my pleasant surprise, she leaned forward began kissing the tip of my dick. I shivered. Fuck, this girl was sexy. Each delicate touch sent sparks of electricity racing through me. Soon her tongue followed. Cameron almost greedily lapped up traces of my cum and her own juices. No girl had ever done this for me. She looked up at me, traces of sticky fluid dribbling onto her chin. She smiled and parted her lips to slowly take my dick into her mouth. My head fell back and I moaned as my body plunged into the rippling sensations. Her tongue massaged me while she cupped my balls, scratched and caressed my thighs. It was heavenly, and I quickly found myself lengthening inside her mouth. She shifted positions to deep throat the whole length of my erection. My thighs almost involuntarily began to thrust as I face-fucked the wanton sex bomb who was so eagerly swallowing my cock. She barely gagged at all, but instead moaned as though the act was a bigger turn on for her than for me. I was losing it. I could feel the pressure building and moaned, "Oh Cameron." Suddenly, she withdrew. "No," she said. "Don't call me that." "What?" "Cameron," she said. "That's my old name. It doesn't suit me anymore." "Cameron can be a girl's name," I said. "But it's not my name." "Alright," I said. "What should I call you?" She thought for a moment, before a satisfied grin spread across her face. "Call me Candy," she said. "Candy," I said looking down at the blonde bombshell who was holding onto my dick. "It suits you." "So, Sean," she said, giving my cock a few gentle strokes, "want some Candy?" "You know," I said. "I could eat you all up." "Well then let's not waste this," she said in a sexy purr. She climbed onto the couch on all fours and stuck her tight, round ass in the air toward me. I could see the puffy, pink lips of her pussy glistening with the juices of her arousal. "I want you in me doggy style," she said grinning with an eager excitement. I was more than willing to please. I ran a finger slowly down her slit, all the way to her clit. She was drenched and groaned with pleasure at the slightest touch. I grabbed her hips firmly and slid my dick into her easier than a knife slides into butter. She squealed with delight, like I had given her the thing she wanted most in the world. I slid out and rammed into her again, rewarded by her screams of delight. We soon found a steady, deliberate rhythm. I could bury my shaft deep into her pussy while slapping her ass or reaching forward to fondle those gorgeous tits that swayed beneath her thrashing body. She thrust back against me, groaning each time I impaled her while she reached back to rub her clit. "Oh yeah," she cried, "oh yeah, I'm going to... I'm going to... CUMMMMMMM!" Her body flailed about. I felt a wash of her fluids pour over me. Her orgasm just spurred me on to go quicker. I was thrusting at a furious pace and Candy was a quivering jelly of pleasure. I decided to give her an extra dose of stimulation to finish off. I spat down at her asshole. I licked my finger and slowly probed it deep into her ass while continuing to thrust. She screamed at an ear shattering pitch, "Oh my fucking FFFFFUUUUCK!" The fire became too hot. It raced across every nerve, through every vein in my body. The pressure, the tension, was the whole substance of my being. I felt like my whole body would burst, disintegrate and plunge into Candy's body. "Oh, fuck YESSS!" I screamed in echo with Candy's cries as I came again deep inside her vagina. We collapsed together on the couch, shaking and sighing, gasping for breath after the fury of our exertions. We gave each other long, deep kisses until we had finally regained our senses. Gradually, we managed to sit up and, still naked, turned our attention to the pizza, now a bit cold, but quite satisfying after all of our exertions. "So how was I?" Candy asked. "Are you kidding?" I said. "That was easily the best lay I've ever had, and it was only your first time." "I've always been a fast learner," she said with a wink. "And you?" I said between bites of pizza. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself." "You have no idea," she said. "I mean, after I got off earlier, I knew it would be good. But fuck! If I knew sex as a woman could feel that great, I would have been begging Janet to turn me into a woman a long time ago." "So how did that happen anyway?" I asked. "What did she do to you?" "I told you," Candy said, "She's a witch. I knew she was into some creepy stuff, but I never believed any of it was real. It was something like: What is spoken, that shall be. Thou whose seed has entered me Shall never more your manhood see. Woman's body shall you gain And thirst for sex that doesn't wane. Forever 'neath this spell remain." With that last syllable, a strange vibration shook the whole room. The storm outside seemed to intensify. "That was weird," I said. "Kinda spooky." "Yeah," Candy said, looking a bit uneasy. "Something like that happened last time." I was beginning to feel strange. "Last time? You mean when you--" When the change actually came, it was quick. There was a burst of sensations; thunder crashed, and I felt certain I had been struck by lightning as every nerve in my body fired at the same time. The room swam around me as objects shifted shapes. I tried to close my eyes and shut it out, but I just became more aware of the feeling of my body dissolving and being remade. All in all, the whole process probably only lasted a few seconds, but like a good orgasm, the intensity of the experience made it feel even longer. And like an orgasm, my senses remained slightly amplified for a moment afterward. However, a number of those sensations seemed unfamiliar. And unsettling. "Holy shit!" Candy said from somewhere above me. I opened my eyes to see her looking down on me with eyes wide. "Candy?" My own voice sounded strange in my ears. "What happened?" "Um, Sean. Don't freak out, but you kinda... um... I kinda..." "What?" I was sure that time. My voice sounded higher. "Sean. I accidentally turned you into a girl." "WHAT!" I tried to pull myself quickly to my feet and immediately toppled over, noting the unfamiliar and troubling discomfort on my chest. "Careful," Candy said, helping me stagger to my feet. "It takes a minute to get used to your new body." "My new... ?" It still hadn't sunk in yet, but when I looked down and saw two enormous orbs protruding from my chest, framed by long dark curls, it became undeniably clear. "Oh my god!" I shrieked. "Why the hell would you do this?" "How was I supposed to know I could do magic?" Candy said. "Look, I'm so sorry, honey. But don't worry. It'll be okay." "Okay? OKAY!? I've got tits!" "Hey, they're not so bad," she said, giving her own pair a nice squeeze. "I got used to mine pretty quickly. I bet you will too." "Maybe..." I said. My mind was reeling. I knew the same had happened to Cameron, but even seeing the evidence of my own transformation, I had a difficult time wrapping my head around it. A million questions sprang to mind: How could this happen? Why did this happen to me? Can I ever change back? What will I wear? How will I work? How will I live? But of all those questions, only one sprang to my lips: "Am I pretty?" As soon as I spoke, I realized it was a ridiculous question to ask. "I mean, what do I look like?" "Oh, you're very cute," Candy said. "I might even be a little jealous." "I need to see a mirror," I said. Candy helped guide me to the bathroom. With each step, I felt a little more comfortable with my body, so that by the time we stood before the bathroom mirror, I didn't need any support at all. "Damn," I said. "That's really me?" The girl in the mirror was breathtaking. I was shorter than Candy now, but curvier. My hips flared out from an itty bitty waist beneath a pair of breasts which, while probably no larger than Candy's, looked almost ridiculously large on my smaller frame. Long, dark hair fell in curls from my head, tickling my apparently hypersensitive skin. I could see a few similarities in my face, mostly around the eyes, but the features that did change had a dramatic effect on the whole, most notably the softer, thinner jaw and the cute button nose that replaced my harsher and more bulbous figures. While leaning close to examine these changes, I noticed that my olive complexion was much clearer as well. In fact, all my skin was smoother. I began to let my hands roam over the contours of my new body. Naturally, I gave my new tits a gentle squeeze, shivering with delight at the way they made my senses come alive. I also noticed that an obviously plump ass jutted out behind me, though I was unable to get a really good look at it, even with the mirror. And of course, my slender fingers eventually found their way down to that most significant change to my body--my crotch. There, where "Little Sean" had stood proudly for so long, there was now nothing but the puffy lips of my labia and a thin slit. I was petrified by its presence, until Candy finally said, "It's not going to bite, you know." Slightly embarrassed, I finally brought myself to slide a finger over those soft pink lips. At first there was nothing remarkable about it--not much different than touching my shoulder or my knee. So I ran my finger over those folds of flesh again. Then again. Almost without my knowing it, pleasure was starting to mount with each of those touches. I was starting to develop a slow stroking rhythm when one of my fingers grazed my clit. It was like a firebomb went off in my belly. "Holy shit!" I gasped. "Feels pretty good, doesn't it?" Candy said with an amused smirk. "Keep going. It only gets better." "No," I said, startled by the wetness I could feel starting to flow in that virgin pussy, "I can't. This is wrong. I--I'm a guy, and--" "Let's get one thing straight," Candy said, suddenly serious. "You are most definitely not a guy. Considering you were just playing with your pussy--and very much enjoying it--I would expect you to know that. You might as well get used to the idea right away, because it'll catch up with you sooner or later. Trust me--I know." She had a point. After all, I had seen all of the evidence of just how much of a woman Candy had become and had even played a part in finalizing that transformation. And if the words of the spell were actually, it looked like there was no going back to my old body. "Alright," I said, "You're the expert. What do I need to do to adjust?" Candy got a mischievous look in her eye. Moving quickly, she pinned me up against the wall. I became acutely aware of the fact that we were still naked. Her skin felt hot pressed against mine, especially on my breasts which squished against hers in an odd mix of pain and pleasure. "Wait," I said, suddenly nervous, "I'm not sure I'm ready for this." "Trust me," she whispered, our lips nearly touching. "You helped me out; it's time for me to return the favour." "What... what are you going to do?" She didn't speak. She simply let the sharp, round blade of a fingernail glide up my hip, into the curve of my waist and then to the round swell of my breast. My breath had become shallow. I could feel my new, plump lips trembling in anticipation. Fearfully, hopefully, desperately, I waited for her to touch one of the nipples that I could feel growing almost painfully erect. But she didn't touch them. Instead she lowered her head and closed her lips in a gentle kiss around a stiff nub of flesh. For the first time, a soft moan of arousal slipped through my lips. I could feel her mouth opening wider, taking more and more of my breast into her mouth while her tongue began to flick back and forth over my nipple. With each touch, sparks of electricity jolted from my tits through my whole body, coming to rest deep in my crotch where heat and wetness were quickly building. While I was distracted by the feelings from my chest, Candy had managed to slide her knee between my legs. Responding almost involuntarily to the pressure, I started rocking my new hips back and forth, grinding against Candy's leg. She must have noticed that I was starting to pay more attention to my pussy because she suddenly closed her teeth gently around my nipple. I yelped as stars sprang into my field of vision. All the while, Candy's hands had been drifting up and down my skin. Releasing my tit from her mouth after one last little nibble, she, let her hands continue groping and tweaking while pressing her lips to mine in a gentle kiss. But now I was starting to get into the swing of things for myself. I grabbed Candy by the face, held her lips against mine and forced my tongue into her mouth. A pleased gasp escaped her throat, which encouraged me further. I tugged on her hair, moved from her lips and began kissing and nibbling her ear and neck. Another hand found its way to those beautiful knockers, even bigger in my smaller hands, and began kneading the soft flesh. But then Candy pulled away. "Not so fast," she said. "You're getting me nice and wet, but we're supposed to be focused on you right now. So hold still. If you can." With that same conniving grin, she started kissing me on the neck, then along my collar bones, then over my breasts, lingering to give a few playful nibbles. She kissed my smooth flat stomach, the pinch of my waist, along my hip bones, my inner thighs. Her fingers danced over my plump ass--caressing, groping, pinching--with her long nails digging in just enough to make me squirm. Or maybe I was squirming because I could feel her breath at the warm, wet entrance to my vagina. She planted a delicate kiss on my clit that made me shiver with pleasure. I looked down to see her sliding two fingers in and out of her mouth, licking them as if they were a popsicle. "Are you ready?" she whispered. But before I could answer, those fingers had been shoved deep up my pussy. "Oh, fuck!" I cried in pleasure. Candy barely gave me time to recover as she began kissing and licking my perky little clit. I started playing with my own tits, loving the feel of their weight, the way they spilled over my dainty hands, the bursts of pleasure that erupted inside of me every time I touched one of my nipples. As I dissolved into a writhing mass above her, Candy started moving those fingers in and out, in and out, in a steadily increasing rhythm that matched the short shrill cries bursting from my lips. Once again, I began to feel like every nerve in my body was firing. But this time, it wasn't like being struck by lightning. It was like I was a wire with a current running through me so strongly that I glowed. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Candy's shoved her fingers all the way up my drenched pussy as teeth closed around my clit. "Oh, GOD!" I screamed. My mind went completely blank before being overwhelmed with colours, noise, feelings, light, sensations of every type. I collapsed, sinking down to the floor, sinking down into Candy's gentle arms, into a gentle kiss. "There," Candy said as I tried to catch my breath. "That's your introduction." "Introduction?" I gasped. "That was so intense I thought I might die." "That's right," she said. "But think about it, now that you've had your first orgasm as a woman, what is the one thing you want next? I took a moment to assess my still racing heart, the feeling of sparks racing across my skin, the fire burning hungrily inside me, and I knew the answer. "More." "Exactly. And you'll get it. But first, let's find something in that fancy little box of mine for you to wear." "But why put on clothes if we're just going to take them off," I pouted. "Believe me, that's half the fun," she smiled. Still in a bit of a daze, I followed Candy as she dragged me up to my feet and into the bedroom. Thinking back to how all of the girls Cameron dated used to dress, I started to imagine how this voluptuous new body might look inside their sexy outfits. I would look just like a pin-up in a lacy blue negligee or a stripper dressed as a sexy cop, or I could dress for the club and have every eye in the place fixed on me. My pussy was getting wet again just at the thought. In the bedroom, many of the articles of clothing were still scattered about from when Candy got dressed earlier. I set about trying different bras, barely noticing how easily I was able to put them on. Meanwhile, Candy went about trying different items together to find something that would work. The outfit we settled on could barely be considered clothing. I found a strapless black bra that was just a little too tight, but still managed to push my boobs together to form deep, risqu? cleavage. The bottoms were a sexy black g-string that gave me the double thrill of feeling powerful and exposed all at once. That feeling was enhanced by the itty bitty cut-off jean shorts that barely fit over my wide hips and allowed the plump curve of my ass to spill out of the bottom. We selected a shiny purple halter top that left my entire midriff exposed. The whole ensemble was completed by a towering pair of purple heels that made me almost as tall as Candy. Surprisingly, I was able to walk in them without trouble and was soon strutting across the room to show off for Candy. My hips swayed, my boobs and ass jiggled, I felt sexy and horny, and the way Candy was looking at me only amplified it. "So," I said, feeling flirty, "want to undress me?" "You know I do," she answered. "But we have one more thing to do first." Candy wouldn't tell me anything more, but she put her outfit back on and dragged me outside. We dashed through the rain as fast as we could in our high heels. I still didn't know what she was up to, but when we stopped in front of a neighbour's door I began to have my hopes. "Alright," Candy said. "Time to make a woman out of you." I could hear the sound of a television inside as Candy knocked rapidly on the door. Now I understood what she had in mind, but I wasn't sure I was ready for it. Fooling around with someone I had known for years was one thing, but this was a total stranger. Despite the evening's unusual events, I had never been particularly forward when it came to sex. Horny as I was, I felt like backing out. But then the door opened. I know my eyes widened when I saw her neighbour's shirtless torso, lean and rippling with muscles, but his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he found two girls straight out of a porno standing on his doorstep. "H-hello," he stammered. "Can I help you?" "I bet you could," Candy said, eying the bulge in the front of his pants. But he didn't catch her drift. "We just moved into the apartment next door," she said, trying a different approach, "but we got locked out in the rain. Look, our clothes are already getting drenched. Do you think we could like wait here until the landlord shows up?" We seemed to have stolen the poor boy's power of speech, but he managed to nod. "I'll just take that as a yes," Candy said, pulling me with her into the apartment. "W-wait," he said, "I just need to--" But it was too late. We had stepped inside and seen what he was watching. Still playing on the TV was the beginning of what was obviously a porno--one of the naughty school girl variety from the looks of it, making Candy's outfit particularly ironic. "That's not--I mean I was just--" "Did you get off yet?" Candy asked. "W-what?" "You heard me," Candy said, moving in close so that her breasts, barely contained by the now wet and transparent blouse, pressed against him. "Did you get off yet, or are you still feeling horny?" "I--no," he said, looking a little uncomfortable. "I didn't get off." "You know," I said, finally getting over my shock and anxiety and starting to play along, "We're new to the area, and haven't met a soul yet. It's been awfully lonely. We've only had each other for company." I moved in close as well, put an affectionate arm around Candy's waist and kissed her on the cheek. The man's eyes couldn't have gotten any wider. "Well I'm happy to meet you," he said extending a hand. "I'm Ryan." I took his hand and shook it. "My name is..." I paused, realizing I didn't know what to call myself. But suddenly, the name emerged from somewhere deep inside. "Call me Cinnamon," I said. "And I'm Candy." "Nice to meet you, Cinnamon, Candy." he said, not letting go of my hand or taking his eyes off of all the exposed cleavage in front of him. "So, how do you want to pass the time until the landlord gets here?" I was glad to see he was starting to get the idea, since I had been getting increasing antsy in anticipation of what was surely about to happen. Being so close to that virile body, seeing that bulge in his pants grow, and hearing the aroused cries of the actresses in the porno that was just starting to get good all had me so fucking horny I thought I was going to burst. I reached down and grabbed that swollen package in my little hand and said, "Don't worry. We've got plenty of ideas." Ryan was surprised again, and when his jaw dropped, I seized the opportunity to lean forward and kiss him. The feeling was electric. The fire which had been burning low ever since I came down from my first female orgasm suddenly blazed to full strength again. The heat inside me only intensified as Ryan recovered and began to return my favours in kind. Large, rough hands wrapped around me, feeling me up. A large, thick tongue plunged into my mouth. By the time we came up for air, the stiff cock in my hand was throbbing excitedly. Now Candy took her turn and leaned in for a kiss as well. Her hands quickly reached up to his exposed chest and began gliding over the taut muscles. Meanwhile, I went to work with my dainty hands, rubbing up and down over the front of his tight pants. I was pleased to feel a large strong hand reach out and take hold of my ass, pull my body up against his, and begin kneading the soft flesh. Occasionally, a finger or two would curl up beneath the tattered hem of the mini shorts and playfully caress the smooth skin underneath. He had me purring, and we had just begun the foreplay. Candy finally released Ryan's lips to say, "So big boy, can I ask you a favour?" "Anything!" the lucky stiff said. "My friend Cinnamon, she's never been with a man before." "Really?" "I'm afraid so," I shrugged, "but I was hoping to change that tonight." My dainty fingers unzipped his pants so that they could slip inside. "So I was wondering," Candy went on, "do you think you could fuck her brains out?" I could feel the Ryan's dick getting even harder in my hand. "I would be happy to help," he said, turning a pair of greedy and excited eyes toward me. Together, he and Candy led me into his bedroom where they began to remove my clothes piece by piece. I was more than ready for them to just tear the fabric away and have their way with me, but I still lavished in their careful attention and in the feel of those two pairs of hands running over my body and the two pairs of lips kissing and nuzzling my sensitive skin. There were too many sensations for me to process all at once: rough fingers squeezing the soft flesh of my bubble butt, strong hands and dainty fingers groping my breasts while lips and teeth tweaked my nipples, long fingernails slid down my arms, my legs, a tongue gliding over the small of my back, along my inner thighs, warm breath on my pussy. Barely realizing when it had happened, I was completely naked. Eyes closed in pleasure, I allowed Ryan and Candy to guide me onto the bed. I knew that there were fluids practically gushing out of me onto the bed. This body, like Candy's, really was aroused by every little touch. It was making me insane. I was writhing on the bed, already lifting my hips in the air like I was thrusting against an invisible cock. It came as a tremendous surprise when suddenly I did feel something pressed against me. My eyes shot open. There, waiting at the glistening entrance to my pussy was an enormous cock. I had guessed at its size and excitedly felt its girth, but seeing it now I felt an intense mixture of fear and desire. Ryan was poised over me, ready to thrust into me at any moment. Candy sat next to me on the bed, gently stroking my breast. "Are you ready, babe?" she asked. "Fuck yes," I said. "Are you sure you want this?" Ryan asked. "Oh, I want it," I said. "I want it so fucking bad." And with that he rammed into me. I had never realized how rough it is for a girl to lose her virginity. I screamed in mixed pleasure and pain as Ryan tore through my hymen and buried his cock deep in my steaming pussy. My scream must have made him nervous, since he stopped with his dick buried inside me. "Are you alright?" he asked. I stared back it him fiercely. "Don't stop," I commanded. Grinning, Ryan took hold of my legs, spreading them wide and lifting my ankles over his shoulders. I felt almost giddy being tossed around so easily. With much better leverage, he reared back, slipping almost all the way out, and just when I felt that intense longing to be filled return, he ploughed into me again. In and out, in and out, my tight, drenched pussy slurping around his mammoth rod. Meanwhile, Candy playfully sucked and tweaked the nipples standing proudly erect over my heaving breasts. I started panting almost immediately, overwhelmed by the onrush of sensations. Ryan plunged so deeply inside of me that I felt like I was being shattered at my very core, while my skin seemed to be on fire. I was crumbling and melting all at once, and soon there were long, sensual moans slipping between my sensually parted lips. In the midst of my increasing bliss, I was occasionally aware of what was going on around me. I could hear Ryan's forceful grunts as he seemed to have grown even harder listening to my aroused cries. But there was also shrill panting close to my ear. Suddenly the playful touching on my breasts ceased, and I became aware of a pungent and intoxicating aroma. My eyes fluttered open to be met by the puffy pink lips and curly blonde hairs of Candy's beautiful pussy. "I hope you don't mind," she said above me, "but you're so hot and looked like you were having so much fun that I felt like I just had to join in." I just smiled back and buried my face between her legs. Candy's juices tasted just as sweet now that I was a woman. I lapped eagerly at Candy's snatch, plunging my tongue in and out of her pussy, sucking playfully at the swollen pink nub of her clit. Candy was soon crying out in ecstasy above me; I was moaning into her pussy; and Ryan was grunting louder and faster as our writhing m?nage grew more and more intense. I could feel myself losing control of my own body. My legs, still locked in Ryan's grip, started shaking frantically; my hips were bucking up and down; my chest and belly were heaving and convulsing. Desperate for release, I pawed at my own breasts and clit until suddenly I felt the very core of my being dissolve into the white heat emanating from my vagina. The disparate parts of my identity reformed themselves around that point and the wonderful, colossal sensations it was capable of creating. Cinnamon was complete. I gradually returned to the physical world, becoming aware of a high pitched noise. Moments later, I realized it was my own voice, still crying out as my orgasm subsided. My eyes focused in on Candy, still perched above me, with her hands on her tits and a grin on her face. Then I felt it. Ryan was still pounding away at my pussy. I couldn't believe he was still going. It was the only coherent thought I was able to form before my mind began to melt again. I heard a gravelly voice screaming "Holy fuck!" felt a burst of warm fluid deep inside of me, and the world once again dissolved into white hot light. "Man, you are a couple of crazy chicks." My eyes drifted open to see Ryan sweaty torso, heaving as he caught his breath. Candy was draped over me, letting her long fingernails caress my glistening skin. "I'd think I was dreaming, but it's too intense," he said. Candy and I chuckled. "You have no idea." "That was wild." "I hope you don't think the night's over," I said. Whatever shyness had once been a part of Sean had been shattered in series of orgasms. As Cinnamon, I was horny and bold. Glimpsing Ryan's slightly drooping cock, glistening with a mixture of our juices, I felt a strong impulse. Extracting myself from Candy's embrace, I sauntered across the room, knelt in front of that sculpted body, breathed deep the pungent aroma of our cum. It was the closest I'd ever been to a penis, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. I wrapped first my fingers, then my lips, then my tongue around that beautiful organ. The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced--not exactly sweet, but appetizing in a way that had me running my tiny pink tongue up and down every inch of that organ. Above me, I heard a sharp intake of breath. In my mouth, I could feel pressure surging back into Ryan's dick. Spurred on, I lapped all the more wantonly, slurping and sucking and taking as much of that member into my mouth as possible. It was slick and shiny with our juices and my saliva, and my soft, puffy lips slid over its length all the way up to the base, so that my chin batted at his enormous testicles. I looked up at Ryan and saw a face full of delighted agony looking down at me. Feeling playful, I gave him a wink. Ryan was quickly back to his full length, so large I could barely fit his shaft into my mouth. I was nearly gagging, but the very act was such a turn on that a fire in my groin, never fully assuaged, had blazed back to full strength. I eagerly slid a hand down between my legs and was soon stoking that fire even hotter. Above me, Ryan was moaning rough and low; somewhere behind me, I could hear Candy whimpering softly--no doubt enjoying the view; and I was moaning in eager anticipation of the renewed exertions I was certain were about to resume. "I think..." Ryan grasped, "I think I'm going to..." I quickly pulled back and grabbed the base of his dick like a vice and said, "Not so fast, big guy. I need you to last for another round. Think you're up to that?" Ryan managed a nod, so I said, "Now that you're nice and hard again, I want you to fuck my friend in the ass." "Really?" The exclamation came from two voices. Ryan seemed excited. I looked over my shoulder at Candy who, as I expected, had three fingers deep up her pussy. She wore an expression of shock, but I could see a sparkle of curiosity and desire in her eye. I remembered how hard she had come with just a finger in her ass, and now that I knew for myself the difference between a finger and hot, stiff cock, I had a hunch that she was the sort of girl who would just love to get pegged. "Come on Candy," I said, "I know you want it." She didn't speak, but the grin on her face said more than enough. We rearranged positions so that Candy was on all fours on the bed, presenting that cute fanny to an excited Ryan. Meanwhile, I re