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Author's notes.
I don't like to read small stories. Even if it is a continuation of a
bigger story.
I don't even consider to read stories below 30kb. It may be a good story,
but hey! I need time to be tuned in, I need to be gripped by the story to
be able to enjoy it. With this being said, I think it may be better for
me to write smaller parts.
As this is my very first attempt to write in English I'm getting tired
quickly while trying to write a big piece.
And when tired I'm loosing my concentration and making too many mistakes.
So lets try with smaller pieces.
Please try to enjoy and don't forget to review!
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Test subject Number 4 Part 3 Specially dedicated to Griz1357 and Jeff,
thank you guys for letting me know.
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I'm walking through a big spruce forest with big trees. I see tree
branches are moving to welcome me. I'm coming deeper and it is getting
darker and darker. For some reason I'm starting to feel fear. The fear is
gripping my guts, I feel nauseated and I start trembling. The fear is
coming up and touching my heart. I start to run and I run fast. I'm not in
the forest anymore. I'm turning my head and I see that I'm running from
the gray building. I'm turning corner and hear a car approaching me. It is
honking at me and I'm turning my head, but it is not Susan! It is Dr.
Robert and he is smiling his wicked smile. I run faster and faster but I
hear Dr. Robert is getting close and I hear he is laughing. The car is
alongside me and I see Dr. Robert laughing with his mouth wide open and he
is showing his hands with big rubber gloves on it....
I wake up with a start, I'm trembling, I'm breathing hard. Drops of sweat
on my face. What is it? I never have such vivid bad dreams! Is it some
sort of premonition?
I'm trying to calm myself down. I breath in, I breath out. I put one my
hand on my chest and another on stomach trying to use my new power to
listen to my own body for the very first time. I changed so much, even my
mind is affected. The place I was raised I learned very early in life that
running is not a good solution. If you can't avoid it, you better stay and
fight. It is better to die standing and all this macho bullshit. But
bullshit or not it was a part of me. Dream or not dream, just a few weeks
ago I would try to kick Dr. Robert right in his face.
But now I'm different. With all the changes in my body I feel vulnerable.
And my body is saying to me that we need to live, we are important.
Previously I was living to achieve something, and now I'm living and it is
already achievement on it's own. I'm content being me. But I also feel
need to be protected. Somebody should take care about me and protect me.
My breasts are still slightly sore from all the attention it received from
Max yesterday. The evening started awkwardly. I learned that it is not
easy when you are trying to look attractive for somebody. I was happy that
I'm not in the small black dress, I would not be able to handle it! It is
one thing to just go out in a dress when you don't really care. it is
completely different when you do care. I was checking myself constantly.
Is my skirt is ok? Should I close my blouse a little bit? I found among
Liza's things a small bottle of perfume. The smell is good, but may be I
used too much of it and now my smell is too strong? Is he is smiling
because he happy to see me or because I look funny?
I was getting crazy with all this thoughts, hardly noticing what he was
saying to me, when we arrived to the restaurant.
He gave me his hand I took it and everything changed. I feel his desire,
he wants me. When I was with my girlfriend it was different. She also
wanted my body, but it was necessary for me to warm her up before sex. And
Max's desire was straight forward, if he would be free to decide we would
skip the dinner and would drive fast to his place. Or probably he would be
doing it right now in the car. But I also feel that he wouldn't move a
finger to force me, not because he is afraid, but because he care about
me. With him around I'm totally protected.
I enjoined the feeling of being admired and desired. it is something new
and it feels good. I started to ask him about his past, his home town, he
was more than happy to share. We found that in many aspects our childhoods
where pretty similar. He even asked me if it is normal for a girl to do
such and such things in my country, but I answered that I was a tomboy and
was hanging out with boys.
I was drinking red martini thinking that it is a ladies drink. But after
second glass I start to feel funny. I start smiling and laughing more
often and last of my stiffness was gone. I really enjoyed myself.
Latter Max paid the bill and we left the restaurant. I asked him to drive
me back home and I feel his disappointment, but he is saying nothing and
start driving. I asked to pull the car over close to the place in the park
where we first meet this morning. I was thinking about what to do next
when he get me in his hands and kissed me. I was expecting that experience
of being kissed as a woman is somehow similar to my previous experience of
kissing girls. I was really surprised how different it felt to be kissed.
I remained passive for a while enjoying the new feeling before starting to
return the kiss and placing a hand on his chest and move it slowly down as
it was recommended. I feel his erection. Slowly, without breaking the
kiss, I'm opening his fly and letting his penis free. I'm stroking him
gently feeling his excitement. I smile at him and start to go down slowly.
His penis is hard and big and his breath is deepening. I keep stroking him
with my hand, but my face freeze just an inch from the head of the penis.
I'm slightly drank, his excitement is infecting me, I was planning all of
it in advance. And yet I freeze and hesitate.
A boy wants to insult badly another boy, what he would call him? a
cocksucker. Do I really want to cross this line? I may be able to let him
come just with my hands, should I satisfy him with a handjob instead?
Max can feel my breath on his cock and take my hesitation as teasing. His
left hand found its way into my bra and he squeeze my right breast gently
but firmly. He is massaging my breast and pinch my nipple with his
nipples. This is all encouragement that I need. I forgot about all
recommendation to make it slow, I'm taking him deep into my mouth. I round
my mouth and tighten my big lips around him.
I take a moment to comprehend the feeling of me having a penis in my
mouth. It is not too bad, but he is big and my jaw is opened uncomfortably
wide. I wouldn't be able to do it for too long. I start sliding back and
forth using my hand to stroke base of the penis. He pinch my nipple a
little too hard, I yelp and try to say something in protest, but with him
in my mouth it sound just funny.
I pull my mouth off him and look at him.
"Listen, I have a favor to ask."
Max hesitate for a second not answering me. I take his scrotum in my hand
and very gently squeeze it.
"Yes baby, whatever."
I take him back into my mouth and start sliding enthusiastically. I'm
trying to add sensation by playing with my tongue.
One hand is helping me to stroke his big penis and my second hand is on
his scrotum and gently squeeze it. His both hands pull my breasts and
pinch my nipples mercilessly. I feel that his tension is growing, he is
going to come. Now there a new dilemma for me. It is one thing to take him
in my mouth and yet another to swallow his come. I read recommendation to
swallow as otherwise it may make him feel not accepted. But what if I
wouldn't be able to keep it and throw up?
I keep sliding back and forth with my lips tight and tongue playing with
him inside my mouth. I speed it up as I feel his tension growing. I hear
his moan. What I would like in his position? Would I like to be swallowed?
I connect to his feelings and feel his excitement. It feels likes I'm
sucking, but I'm also being sucked . A head with blond curly hear and
hoops earrings is sliding back and forth quickly and sucking my big cock.
Her breasts in my hands are small but nice.
I start to slide my head even faster testing his precum in my mouth and
feeling being on the other site at the same time.
"I'm coming!" scream Max.
The moment he come I'm trying concentrate more on his feelings, his
orgasm. The test is turning me off, but it is not too bad, I'm not
throwing up, I swallow it. I stroke him once again and lick the last drop.
I seat back and I'm glad it is over. My jaw is hurt, my nipples are sore
and I'm turned off by the test of his come. I'm not going to do it again
anytime soon! I'm trying to smile, but I want to clean my mouth urgently.
I feel better when Max is kissing me though. Hi is a fine specimen and I
feel proud that I was able to give him an orgasm.
"Listen baby, I know that I promised you to help, but there are certain
limitation with what I can do."
"Don't worry, I wouldn't ask you to do something illegal. There a guy ...
I know. Fyodor Ivanov. The big pharmaceutical corporation you drove me to
today, they wants to lock him up. I don't know what pretext they will use.
They will probably say that he is dangerously ill and contagious. It is
all not true. I just want you to let me know that they are coming for
him."
Max looking at me with serious face.
"Is it Fiodor ... eh... your friend?"
"His name is Fyodor and yes, he is a friend ... sort of."
"Ok. I will check what I can do for you guys."
We drove back to my flat. We kiss one more time and I got out of car.
"Can we meet again?" I hear him asking, but I don't answer, I just smile
back and go away.
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Memory of last night makes me forget about bad dream. When I come back
from the date with Max, in the living room there was a small party with
Alf, Lena, J&T and Linda. They stop talking when they saw me. Since all
the changes we wasn't spending too much time together. They feel awkward
with me and I was occupied with other things.
I found a place on the sofa squeezing between J and T. Turn my head to J
and said that he can stare at my cleavage as much as he likes, but he
needs to make me a good joint for it. It put everyone at ease.
Lena is looking differently. I don't see hatred in her eyes anymore. She
looking me at the eyes, than slowly showing a finger to her right
shoulder. I'm checking my right lapel and I see a white stain - small part
of Max's come probably dropped from my mouth.
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It was good for Max, but I'm not satisfied. I feel strong sexual desire,
but I don't know how to satisfy it. I'm still in my bed thinking what it
would be like to have sex as a woman. To let Max drive me to his home. We
would be kissing me, than he would start to play with my breasts as he did
yesterday. But this time he would suck it and play with his tongue. I feel
my nipples becoming painfully hard. I feel aroused and continue to imagine
our intercourse with Max. He would set my legs apart and be on top of
me.... I play with my breasts and spread my legs.
Than suddenly I stopped. If I would spread my legs for Max he would be
greatly disappointed! What is going to happen to me. Am I stuck in
between? Would my body return to normal since there is no more injections?
I would probably stop changing and be able to heal myself back to normal.
And if my power will remain I will be terrific lover!
I get out of bed feeling a bit better when my telephone start ringing. It
is Max.
"Hi Liza." I hear his muffled voice. "You know, you was asking me about
this guy yesterday"
"Yes." I'm answering with my heart skipping a bit.
"I want you to know that we I'm doing not because we are ... eh...
friends, but also because we hate this guys. They are not police, they are
not feds, yet they are coming and telling us what to do. Your guy Fiodor
he is in trouble. I never saw anything like this. They are pulling all
strings."
"How much time he have?"
"I'm afraid he has no time-"
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