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Without fail, fall break at North Eastland College always signaled a
shift in the atmosphere of campus. The vast majority of students
abandoned their dorms for the comfort of their parents' houses. The rest
ended up at Maxwell Hudson's nightly parties.
Kevin Brantford was no exception. He found college to be beyond tedious,
and his boring-as-fuck business classes were the bane of his existence.
Max's parties were the chance to do the two things that made college
tolerable: get hammered and get laid. He could always manage the former,
but the latter often eluded him. Coupled with his already-loose ethical
stance on the place of women, he developed something of a reputation
among those who knew him well as a sexist pig who wouldn't hesitate to
humiliate any woman who spurned his advances. Particularly if he was
drunk.
Which is basically where Kevin Brantford could be found on the third
night of Max's week of debauchery and drunkenness, having obtained more
of the latter than the former.
That night, you could also find Cara Difiola, who was no stranger to
assholes of Kevin's ilk. (Her full first name was Carolina, but she
quickly shortened after the first handful of guys who tried to come on to
her by telling her that had "Carolina on my mind.")
She was standing by the bar in Max's den, leaning over a bottle of one of
the IPAs that Max kept on hand for this time of year. She was wearing a
dark green mid-length dress with striped green leggings, and even though
the dress wasn't remotely provocative, it did an ample job of showing
Cara's ample posterior.
Enter Kevin, who was hovering somewhere between moderately drunk and
severely hammered but always extremely horny. (Alcohol and the presence
of "sweet pussy" had that effect on him, as he liked to say.)
Without an ounce of grace, Kevin slammed himself backward into the bar
directly to Cara's right, leaning heavily on it to support his inebriated
frame. He turned his head very slightly in Cara's direction and slurred,
"Hey, sexy bitch, were you looking..."
"Fuck off," Cara said with a perfectly even tone.
Kevin was undeterred. "You know you want a good ride tonight. Your ass is
screaming out for my cock."
"Do you come from a land where 'fuck off' means something other than 'go
the fuck away and stop trying to get in my panties'?" Cara snapped back,
twisting in his direction. "I am not going to fuck you, so go peddle your
drunken, half-conceived lines at someone who you might actually have a
chance with. You better get started now because you'll clearly have quite
a search ahead of you."
And with that, she turned back and took another drink of her beer.
Kevin was inwardly stunned, but he wasn't so drunk that he couldn't see
the need to protect his ego from the small crowd of people at the couches
who were snickering or even outright laughing at the outburst. He threw
up his hands in mock surrender and started to walk away from the bar.
About two seconds later, Cara felt herself lunge forward over the bar, as
a torso with what she perceived might be a discernible bulge pushed
forcefully into her ass and began humping her. She had enough time
between the fourth and fifth thrusts to turn to her right and throw her
right elbow into the shoulder behind, throwing Kevin off-balance
slightly.
"That was not a wise move," Cara said flatly as she turned fully to face
the prick who had just assaulted her. "I'm going to make sure that you
never do that to anyone ever again."
And with that, she pushed back on Kevin's chest with the tips of the
fingers on both hands, and although everyone in sight of the incident
would report that it took about two seconds for Kevin to fall flat on his
back, it felt like an eternity to Kevin.
Every hair on Kevin's body felt like it was standing on end, and a fierce
fire seemed to flow through every nerve. His eyes flew open at Cara, as
if to ask, "What the hell are you doing?"
The few seconds expired, and Cara walked out of the house while Kevin was
left on his back, surrounded by uproarious laughter. Everyone had known
it only a matter of time before one of Kevin's interests would put him in
his place.
The party lasted well into the morning hours, but Kevin begged off early,
saying that he thought he'd gotten alcohol poisoning or something. He
very well knew that something else was wrong, but he figured it was
static electricity or something. That bitch had rubbed her feet on the
carpet or something and shocked the hell out of him. Yeah, that was it,
he thought.
In a stunning display of not-knowing-when-to-give-the-fuck-up, though,
Kevin was back at Max's party the following night, downing booze and
looking for tail. And, of course, making sure that whore from the night
before wasn't around. He wasn't up for another run-in like that.
This night was different, though. Within about an hour of the party
getting into full swing, Kevin saw a blonde girl, tits the size of
grapefruits, wearing a little black dress and evidently taking advantage
of every alcoholic drink that was supplied to her. He sidled up to her as
she downed a cup of beer from the keg and found out that her name was
Destiny (of course it is, he thought) and that alcohol always made her
hella horny. Kevin flagged down one of Max's bros and discreetly asked
what rooms were available.
Three minutes later, he was half-leading, half-dragging the very
intoxicated Destiny into a room on the second floor of Max's house, and
his lips were on her neck as soon as the door was shut and locked.
Destiny moaned, almost too dramatically, as Kevin nibbled and kissed her
neck teasingly to get her to the point of desperation for his cock.
"Ohhh Kevin," she cooed, right before Kevin pushed her backward onto the
queen-sized bed in the room and grabbed the sides of Destiny's thong,
tugging them unceremoniously toward her knees. He pulled them off
undecorously, snagging each of her high heels briefly on the way off, and
- in perhaps an uncharacteristically generous move - dove tongue-first
into her slightly moist pussy.
"Oh fuck!" Destiny screamed. (Kevin could already tell that she was a
screamer.) "Lick my pussy, baby! Make me cum with your tongue!"
And Kevin could do at least that. After a few minutes of tonguing her
clit, though, Kevin was ready to fuck. Well, he felt ready to fuck but
not quite the same as usual. He was horny and knew that he wanted to fuck
Destiny, but something was off. Am I too drunk to get it up? Kevin
thought frantically. Shit shit shit.
Destiny, having felt Kevin's tongue leave her pussy with nothing to
replace it, sat up. "What's the holdup?" she said. "Here, let me help
you."
Kevin's reflexes were too slow and Destiny's acumen at removing men's
pants was too refined for him to do anything, since she had his fly
unbuttoned, zipper unzipped, and pants and boxers down in about a second
and a half flat.
"What the fuck?" she yelled. "You have a pussy?!"
Kevin blinked like he'd been punched in the face and looked down at his
crotch. Sure enough, no phallus extended out, and he thought he could
faintly see the lips of a vulva.
Destiny wasn't as put off as Kevin expected, though. "Well, I'm not one
to judge. I once dated a guy whose peehole was on the side of his dick,"
she said rapidly. "But damn it, I really wanted to get fucked."
She turned back toward the bed and said, "Hey, wait, what's this?"
To Kevin's shock and horror, she picked up a dildo, pink and larger than
the cock that Kevin had possessed up until...well, until Destiny had
pulled down his pants and revealed female genitals.
Even more to Kevin's horror, Destiny also held a harness. Oh God, he
realized. This bitch has a strap-on.
And I have a pussy, he thought. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
"Let's have some fun!" Destiny squealed. "I've always wanted to use a
strap-on!"
Kevin wanted to bolt, but he couldn't move. He imagined himself running
to the door, pants half in his hands, but nothing happened.
Instead, he watched placidly as Destiny strapped the harness around her
body and positioned the dildo in the apparatus right at crotch level. He
noticed how much it really resembled a penis and, peculiarly, felt
himself staring at it.
"Get on your hands and knees, bitch!" Destiny barked at him. He was
utterly humiliated at hearing this, but he immediately compiled. After he
crawled up on the bed, he felt the bed rustle and, amazingly and
shockingly, a tongue touch his new pussy for the first time. He jerked
forward almost out of reflex, but Destiny didn't stop her ministrations
even as Kevin practically fell into the pillow face-first. Which was
fortunate for Kevin because it turned out that his new female parts made
him a screamer when his first female orgasm hit about thirty seconds into
Destiny's tongue-lashing.
"There, I think you're ready," Kevin heard Destiny say, and she quickly
removed herself from underneath Kevin's crotch and placed herself - and
more importantly, the dildo - directly at Kevin's now-slippery vagina.
Destiny forcefully grabbed Kevin's hips, and the dildo bottomed out in
Kevin's pussy almost immediately. He screamed out in pain as much as
ecstasy from the girth of the dildo stretching his vaginal walls, and
Destiny removed the strap-on completely. Strangely, Kevin immediately
wanted it back in, and he was pleased when Destiny saw him push his ass
backward and took that as a sign that he wanted more, pushing her fake
cock back into his waiting pussy.
Kevin's mind was swimming in a sea of confusion - of conscious thought
that this was wrong (he couldn't possibly like getting fucked by a
dick!), that this was impossible (how could he have a pussy?!), and that
he didn't care because did I mention that he fucking loved the feeling of
having a cock in his pussy?
All time seemed to blur together between orgasms, and after Kevin had
managed about three of them, Destiny seemed to have hit hers, fucking
Kevin's pussy with more force than he would have otherwise expected from
a girl as small and as intoxicated as she'd been when they entered the
room (she didn't seem to be suffering any ill effects at that point, for
whatever reason).
Finally, she removed the dick, but she wasn't done. Instead, she moved on
her knees up to the head of the bed where Kevin's head was, and without
even a "How do you do?" she said, "Suck my dick," and forced the fake
phallus between Kevin's lips and well into his throat. Kevin's head had
been forced to the side, and he moved his body to position himself in
front of Destiny's thrusts, but clearly she had stopped thinking of him
as a person in need of basic functions like breathing. Yet Kevin managed
to keep breathing in between her frantic thrusts, as though he'd been
deep throating dicks like a pro before this.
Something was clearly going on, Kevin knew, but damned if he could do
anything about it. He even found himself getting aroused by having this
cock shoved into his mouth, which disturbed him as much as any of this.
Soon, Destiny hit another wall of orgasm, and she removed the dildo from
his mouth. Kevin hung his head and breathed deeply, only to recoil as
Destiny moved back toward the other end of the bed.
And stuffed the huge cock into his asshole without any warning.
If she had been rough on his pussy, Destiny was far more brutal on his
ass. Kevin felt every inch of the fake cock as it explored his anus, and
he felt it over and over again, with Destiny's fierce penetration rubbing
slightly past his pussy and her hands periodically slapping his asscheeks
with biting force.
That is, until he passed out about four minutes into having his ass
fucked.
Kevin woke up about fifteen minutes later to find Destiny gone and the
strap-on lying next to him on the bed, having apparently served its
purpose quite well. Shit, he thought, I bet she's told everyone
downstairs. I've got to get out of here without being seen.
So he did what any self-respecting college guy would do in such a
situation: he threw his clothes back on and opened the window to climb
down the trellis on the side of the house. As he put one leg out the
window to start out, he glanced back at the bed and saw the dildo and
harness lying there. He could hardly believe what he was doing, but he
ran back and grabbed the two, pulling down his pants and boxers and
shoving them there. It's so people will think that I have a cock, he told
himself. Yeah, it's just for show. (He didn't convince himself very well,
but it was the best he could do under the circumstances.)
The next morning, Kevin woke up in the apartment he shared with his
buddy, Jeremy. Jeremy wasn't a partier like Kevin - he had often told
Kevin that partying like that was going to get him in serious trouble,
but Kevin hadn't given a fuck - and so he'd been at home last night.
Kevin wondered if Jeremy had noticed anything peculiar.
Then he remembered what had happened, and he sat up, ramrod straight, and
pulled his boxers out from his groin to survey the damage.
To his delight, there were his cock and balls, just as if nothing had
ever happened.
He sighed in relief like he'd just found out that his growth wasn't
cancer after all, and he started thinking about what had gone on the
night before. Had that just been a dream?
And he remembered Destiny with the blonde hair and grapefruit tits in
that black dress. And out of that black dress. And licking her pussy.
And having his pussy licked. And getting fucked in all of his holes with
that fake dick.
He realized that he had just been jerking off his cock. And now he
wasn't.
Because, as he could see in the mirror on the wall opposite his bed, now
his cock was too small to be called a cock but just about right to be
called a clit. And his balls were barely visible after what looked like
the beginnings of a small cleft.
His pussy. The one that Destiny had unmercifully fucked.
Suddenly that clit was worth touching again, and Kevin couldn't stop
fingering himself and moaning uncontrollably.
The door to his room opened sleepily, and an equally sleepy Jeremy walked
through. "Dude, Kevin, I've told you not to bring girls..."
He stopped as he finally saw what was going on: Kevin with his legs in
the air, fingering his pussy. His pussy.
Kevin looked in horror and then, with his mind in its sex-driven mode,
noticed that Jeremy's dick was as hard as a rock. And apparently massive.
Fuck.
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