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Pearl III By Bud This has explicit material in it. Unknown drugs and sex mostly. If you are too young to read this then why have you read the previous parts already? Follow the laws of adult material based on your country. Credit me if you copy this elsewhere. -***- "Billy. BillBillBillWilliamBillBilliamBillBill," I muttered and woke. I was drowsy enough to sputter nonsense but awake enough to realize what I was doing. "Mmhm. Jojo?" The girl on the floor gave a dopey smile. "Hey, my little girl," I cooed. She nearly jerked at being called a 'little girl'. I was worried at her bumping her head on the coffee table. "Oh right. You're me and I'm a new you," she said flatly, rubbing the back of her head. She wobbled herself up on her feet as clumsily as could be. "How am I so sore?" she winced. I chuckled and stirred myself. I got up, amazed at how much smaller the room felt. Then I helped her slowly walk across her place and into her king-sized bed. We sat there for a few seconds. "Can you get me a drink?" she asked with a gaping mouth looking up at me. "It's your place, why don't you waddle over and get it," I joked. "No, it isn't," she smiled. "It's yours now." She clapped her hands together as if imitating a presuming elite being waited on. "Fetch your lady her drink." "Your more like a little girl now..." I muttered as I left. I heard her making a raspberry at my back. When I came back she was changed into some formerly loose-fitting clothes I left here for happy occasions. I could see her breath was haggard with the shirt compressing her ample chest and the elastic from my sweat pants was stretched around her hips. God damn it she made me jealous. How dare she do that to my old clothes? "Got your water." "Thanks," she huffed, then she downed the drink. She gave a deep sigh when finished. "It's odd being the one to clean out her vagina afterwards." "Haha. You can look forward to that some more." I punched her arm. "Ow, fuck! Watch it!" She was rubbing her arm. "S-Sorry," I sputtered. A bruise was already forming. "You realize I could say you beat and raped me and the courts would believe me over you. Look how I've torn." I froze deathly cold. She laughed the greatest laugh I'd heard her give since she swapped gender. She literally had me by the balls. "This is going to be tough on me as it is without you hurting me, you big dummy," she tried to push me over, like she used to, and succeeded in only slipping and falling. "Oof." She sat on the ground and was rubbing her big rump. "I feel sore all over," she complained. "Well, I feel fine." I gave her a big smug look. She stuck her tongue out at me again. -Thud- "What the heck was that?" We both simultaneously said. I ran through the townhouse, following the direction of the crash. There was a figure lying on the floor, motionless. It was Frank. He had unlocked Bills... my door and then collapsed on the floor. I checked and he didn't have a pulse. "Maybe the stress of transforming was too much?" I offered. "He was trying to steal the pearl necklace back," Bill cynically said. It sounded comical coming from her, and the way that she crossed her arms and leaned on her jutting hip didn't help either. "Alright, well, I'll call the police and let them know what happened. Let them know about the break-in and about him leaving town." I gave a quick answer. "The question is: Aren't they going to suspect we stole the rings?" "No. The footage from his shop should be our alibi. Not to mention his packing to leave. It'll corroborate our story. He'll just look like he was losing it and pushed himself too far." She checked her non- existent pockets. She waddled out and got her purse and came back within a few seconds with my phone. "Hey that's my-" "My phone. You're Bill, remember? I'm your little Jojo." "Right." It clicked that we would have to get used to being one another. "Why do you have your phone?" "I'm checking a video I made of you transforming." "No shit." I hurriedly bounced off the bed and looked over her shoulder. There I was just lying there and there was no change. I was already a man? "Did you forget to do it when you were riding me?" "No, I feinted afterwards remember? I set this up on the coffee table to record you. Look, there I am drooling over your changes on the side of the couch but nothing's happening. It seems that changes by the necklace aren't recorded for some reason." "Maybe it's magic," I giggled. It was a girly giggle that didn't sound right with the booming voice I now had. We both cringed at it. "Sorry. Can I have my phone? I want to make that call." "You have your phone." She patted my pocket. "I'm checking the entire recording." "Right." I pulled out my phone and called the police. *** That night we stayed at a motel. We would be there for a couple days or so, since both our places were being investigated. Then it would take another week for my place. Frank's last revenge. "This isn't terrible," Jojo (formerly Bill) said as she put away the clothes we had just bought. She found out that she was a G-cup and flirted and rubbed them in the entire evening. "I needed to go shopping anyways," I sighed at her. "How can my little 'boyfriend' be so calm?" I sank onto the motel bed. "Because I have my big manly 'girlfriend' to protect me." She crawled on the bed and rested on top of me with a loving smile. Her breasts spilling around my hard chest. "This is weird." I had a hard time taking my eyes off her chest. "I know. If it wasn't I wouldn't be having as much fun with pretending I'm you," she giggled. "But you are me," I pointed out. "And I am you." "No. We'll get there with practice though. As soon as your family sees me as the new you then I'll be you," she winked at me and gave me a peck on my cheek. "So, I was thinking that I would be able to swap for smaller tits and ass and gradually swap them as we visit your parents to make it seem like it's chemical or surgical. It'd be too weird if you just showed up with these puppies all of a sudden," she bunched her tits together as well as she could try with her small fingers. "Fine," I agreed. She had just got clothes. "And for you." She looked me up and down. "I'm thinking small increments of muscles, including penis size," she squeezed her former family jewels. "Plus, huge swinging balls." "Gah!" I blurted out, not used to being touched or owning something to be touched there. "You need to get used to taking my dick before we increase its size," I pinched her ass cheek. "Spoilsport," she pouted. My former boyfriend was acting completely different now. She squeezed me again. "I'm a little worried." "About what?" She tilted her head. "I'm worried about you." I reached around her and bunched up her gigantic ass. She giggled at my reach but sobered at the serious look in my eyes. "I'm embracing this." She arched her back, her tits still resting on my chest even though her chest was further from mine now. "This is me. The only way we can be with our families without just leaving everything behind." "Mmm." I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from her cleavage. She smiled at my gaze and shook her chest back and forth, scraping the fat and nipples along my chest. "You were the one who convinced me this, remember?" she reminded me. "Besides. Did you see all the looks I was getting while we were shopping?" she literally started bouncing on me while giving me a girly 'eeeee' sound. "Oh, you like that huh?" I smiled up at her. Her rosy cheeks radiating her mirth. "And you still want to downsize your tits?" "Temporarily." She raised her finger. I rolled my eyes. One day of shopping and she was a size queen. "Yeah, haven't you wanted to act as a male you?" she asked. "I hadn't wanted to act as a female me, but I'm getting a kick out of it now," she started to swing her legs back and forth above us by bending her knees behind her into the air. "I guess I was feeling too protective of you today to enjoy being a man," I admitted. She gave me a guilty knowing look. "That just added to my fun," she admitted. I rolled my eyes at her. My new girlfriend was incorrigible. "Want to help me spread my pussy some more?" "Ugh," I groaned, throwing my head back. "We've done it four times today. I'm feeling drained." "And I'm feeling horny." She placed one of her breasts in my mouth. She knew how to coax me into it. "You're dangerous." "You're not sucking if I can hear you," she started grinding on my crotch. I started eagerly sucking and playfully bashing around her tits. "I have an idea." She got up and rifled through her purse. She brought out a tube of lubricant. "We've been stretching out my vagina, but we haven't made use of these," she spread some in between her breasts. I was rock hard at her suggestion. I moved and sat on the edge of the bed, giving her better access to her former dick. "If I'm going to get rid of them, we may as well use them this way today." "You'll get no objections from me." I groaned when she started to smooth the lubricant over my penis with her hands. Then she bunched her boobies together and started to hide my cock from the light. I didn't see it for several minutes. All I saw was her bouncing chest. I didn't even see any indication that it was parting to allow my dick between them, they made me feel small. Her smile at my pleasure was infectious. Many times, I had wished aloud my want to do this for her when she was me. It's an odd satisfaction seeing my old happy face from doing exactly that. When I finished in her chest I watched her laugh and scoop up my mess and drink it. "That's still disgusting," she whined. "That's what makes it hot." I raised my eyebrows at her. "You're not wrong." She shifted, waving me off the bed. I followed her instruction and noticed she had spread her lube into the depths of her anus and between her ass cheeks. She spread her cheeks wide for me to see. "Well? Aren't you going to mount me?" "Are you sure about this?" "We need to get me slowly used to your dick so we can increase the size." "I-I didn't think-" I started. She had a shit-eating grin on her face. "I always wanted this from you, just as you always wanted to give me a tit-job. Now I'm capable of giving you both. So, let's do both," she spread her cheeks further to give me a clear view of her beautiful pink pucker. "Now fuck my ass." "Yes ma'am," I responded, tipping an invisible hat on my head. She giggled until she felt my bulbous head touch her. It swirled around and around her opening. Then I started rubbing it up and down, hot dogging between her buns. It had the same effect of her breasts, I couldn't see my dick from between her fat ass. She was so young yet big, it made me feel jealous. Yet I also felt pride at having her. This is weird. "Man, you are just living my dream right now," she lamented as she wiggled her ass for me. It was goddam mesmerizing. I brought my dick to her opening, and slowly applied pressure. To my shock, it loosened and opened with ease, and I sank balls deep into her. "Um..." "What? Have you got the head in?" She looked behind her with a mischievous smile. "You are a slut." "If you want, I could swap for a virgin's asshole." She shrugged her shoulders. The girl she swapped with was a vaginal virgin but had done so much with her ass she was an expert. "Nah, I'm going to try and test this baby out first." She looked terrified at the evil glint in my eye, staring back at her. "Now wait. I know what you're thinking-UGH!" she was cut off by me pulling out and slamming back into her. "You're talking too much slut," I growled into her ear. She clenched down on me more at my words. I started to pull back, savoring her moans before she groaned under me slamming down into her. Loud slaps were echoing off the windows as I fucked her ass pink. My own hip imprints were rosy against her ample ass and curvy hips. The force of our flesh meeting was making her sore. She moaned, drooling on a couple fingers that I stuffed in her mouth. I pulled her hair back, forcing her to arch her back more. I even slapped her ass as I went, as if I were making a show of riding her. "Ugh-fuckmefuckmefuckme-sogood-oh, yes! FUCK ME!!!" She came for the second time on my prick. Her ass was milking my dick, desperately sucking me back into her. This was amazing. If this was how she was feeling, maybe I was being too hesitant to let him fuck me. Well, too late now. "Your ass is so good," I grunted into her ear as I bottomed out again, this time sending my seed squirting into her bowels. Johanna gave a guttural cry and collapsed under me. She was panting like a bitch in heat. My spurts causing further moans inside her. I slowly took my dick out and admired the mess I left my girlfriend. "We have to do that a lot more. You have to promise me you'll do that every day." She rubbed her ass into my deflating dick, her clenching cheeks playing with it. "I don't have anything left." I was spent from the many times we had done it today. "Pity." She looked as if she had lost something important. As if my dick had filled her emotionally and she felt empty. I laid beside her, spooning her great ass, and hugging her closed to me. It allowed me to cup a feel of her tits. Johanna snaked her own hand to her crotch and rubbed her own twat while playing with my soft prick. "Bill?" "Yeah Jojo?" I responded. "We can take advantage of our swapping while we are doing this." "Hm?" "Hear me out. I want to become a chiropractor. I want both of us to become one, maybe start our own spa," I could see the gears turning in her head, she was doing that thing when she bit her own lip. "I want to specifically target trans people." "That's much too small a group to focus on for work. We can figure this out later." I kissed her head. "You need your booty-sleep." "Beauty-sleep," she corrected me. "I know what I said." I playfully spanked her giant butt. "Then we can just give the rest standard massages..." She railed off into sleep. She mumbled incoherently to herself for a few minutes. *** It took a week or so to fully get through the questions and take down the crime scene data and finally we moved back into the townhouse once they were done. The week had shown how much I would need to be the rock for my little fianc?. Though the sex and the shopping, and our sexual goals, let her take her mind off the jewelry shop owner. She was a wreck when all of the changes we went through hit her, and the fact that we stayed at her place instead of my place (formerly her place) reminded her of our identity swap. We quickly agreed to move in together after that. We plopped down on the master bed and stared up at the ceiling once it was done. "I had a nightmare," Johanna spoke up out of the blue. "What about?" I inquired as Bill, I figured I was getting good at impersonating him. "What if he got to the necklace and one of us is him?" She sounded exactly like I did, if not a bit younger. Quiet panic wavered in her voice. We had been through many uncertainties that she had through up over the past few days, and I was growing used to them. We both stared at each other in silence. She brought out her necklace again. Then she looked down at our toes. "I guess I can't get that body back either way, so there's no way to tell." "I told you that the necklace matched your eyes, that's why I didn't take it." I confirmed who I was. She nodded, sighing in relief. "I proposed to you impulsively in the car," she blushed. She was so cute. How can my boyfriend possibly be this cute? She twirled the ring on her beautiful little finger. "My little Jojo." I twirled some of her hair. "That's weird to hear." "That's weird to say," I countered. "Hardly the weirdest thing we've found out about each other," Mashing our noses together, tickling her sides as she used to do to me. Seeing her wriggle and squirm underneath me was very satisfying. I see why she did it to me so much. "S-Stop it," she whined. "C-cut it out." "Never," I continued. Her face became red and her breath became strained. I let her go and catch her breath. When we had recovered and had a quiet calm wash over us again, awash with the events of the past couple of days. Eventually we decoupled from cuddling on the bed and wound up getting things in order for the next few days. Eventually I was sick of not being in the same room with her. She had moved out of her apartment and back into my bedroom and I was still missing her. That night I walked in on her as she was unpacking some of the boxes. I heard Jojo before I saw her. She had started to finger herself. I was getting quite used to her schlicking every so often. She was a horn dog. As I entered the room and, she noticed me. She replaced her hand with one of the dildoes that I previously owned and started to plunge it into her wet needy hole. She moaned at kissed me, our earlier lovemaking bringing pain to my penis as it once again became erect despite itself. She shook with pleasure, climaxing again for God knows what time today. She had graduated from a smaller dildo to the one she was currently using. She wanted to get her sensitivity down to try and get to the point where I can swap for a bigger dick. I wasn't even allowed to think about it, she had been so sore after the night I had transformed. "You are way too hot for your own good." I had swapped brains with a guy who had stared at her chest a few days ago. The guy was a creep, so I though he deserved to dislike large breasts like I had inherited as Bill. I found the time that I spent with her was drawn towards her gargantuan chest. My vision was so closely linked to pleasure that it made me hard to focus on much else. I need to swap again with someone. I was drooling. "I might need to swap." "I dunno. I kinda like that my boyfriend can't take his eyes off me. Even if it's just part of me." She watched me nod and continue staring as if she hadn't heard anything. She shook her chest, her massive tits flopping against her arms and squishing this way and that while smacking into each other as they went. "Alright, maybe you're right. I'm still hoping that we can cure you of that guy's perverted nature through titillation desensitization," she shook her breasts again. "So, what else are we going to go for?" I asked, musing at the different things we could do with the power. "Bisexual and high libido," she smiled, answering far too quickly, jumping up and down on the bed with her breasts jiggling. She knew how to get her way already. I definitely need to swap out this brain. "Why bisexual? We only need to be attracted to each other. I'm certainly not doing swinging. I'm not allowing anyone else into our bed." I crossed my arms. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "No, silly. We should have an idea of what is attractive if we want to swap parts on our own. We could extend our honeymoon period indefinitely." She blushed profusely. "And when we inevitably change again, we can be attracted to whomever we swap with." "True. Alright, let's swap hunt tomorrow, first thing in the morning." I pinched her smooth round cheek. "What are we going to do for a job? You had mentioned a spa or chiropracting." I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I was aching every moment we weren't together this week," I humped her for good effect. "Let's start a mystical transformation shop." She was blushing and her tits were giving tenting nipples. "A shop?" "Swap shop," she smiled. "Imagine the people who actually want to swap genders. The girls who want smaller or bigger busts." "Don't even think about it." I jabbed my finger into her tit. She giggled and pushed my finger to the side. "We can make this out to be a spa. Let's learn a bit of chiropractic techniques and set up shop." "Oh good, that hasn't changed. Don't you need to get a degree?" "For a chiropractor? Heck no, haven't you seen the people who have been hurt or paralyzed from a chiropractor?" she stated matter-of- factly. "Well, let's not do that." I was greatly concerned now. "Right, but it'll just be the cover for letting us swap things between people. We can have people sign a consent form to swap between patients. Allowing for the two who agree to come in at the same time for a swap." "One thing, we need to keep the necklace a secret. If there's some way that we can so it without them being the wiser than we could be helping people rather than just stealing from them." I laid down the law. "And we have to move. Too much public swapping or disturbance with wild stories of it have occurred here." "Deal. If we get a reputation we can just let our 'job' speak for itself." "Now about swapping." I held my penis. "I love my little guy." Her face was sadder than I thought possible. "He was always there for me." "But now I want another there for you." I humped her again. Her nipples started to tent and she bit her lower lip. She was the sexiest girlfriend I never knew I wanted. "Fine, here." She tossed the necklace to me. "I've actually fit the entirety of the largest dildo and couldn't get enough of it. Had to blow through three different vaginas to take all of it," she admitted, pointing to the case of larger and larger dildos on the bed. "Well, then. Someone's been doing her homework." I leaned in to kiss her, and we made love again. I was reminded of the limits of my dick when I finished. She was still ready to go and I was done for the evening. I looked to her shoving the largest dildos into her vagina and ass at the same time, reminding myself to find a dick with a greater recovery and tougher stuff. *** She was so lively and young. Over the next few months we moved to a part of the country and opened our shop. And with the shop we tweaked our bodies. We had lengthy discussions about swapping my age with someone and we had scheduled who wanted a change in body type. We agreed so long as he or she was willing to lose a few years of his life to do it. We had to swap with him to do it. All attempts to swap two people without one of them touching the necklace ended in failure. We tried many ways to make it work. So, we opted to swapping faces after we swapped bodies, we relaxed the swappers and brought them into the sauna for a massage. We had been at it for a few months and it worked like a charm. The least horny of the couple was the one we would suggest swapping faces. We'd press the pearl to their back as soon as we put the idea in their head and voila! It worked like a charm. They wouldn't have an errant thought. Through the swaps we also picked and chose parts we wanted to keep. One of our odd priorities was to try and have the transsexuals make their bodies more appropriate for their actual gender before swapping it. They always looked or sounded confused, saying that it was counter intuitive, but we fed them the classic sales pitch: we were so sure of our 'natural remedy' that it would work through whatever you did. But then we went for a better lie. We began saying it was needed to make the cure more effective. Technically that was correct, though for the person they would swap with. People were apprehensive at first, wondering why they were sharing their time with a tgirl or a tboy who were pretending to be man and woman again. They would both be uncomfortable and being with another made them more so, though having someone going through the same thing was relaxing eventually. After a few months the rumors around the country allowed us to be reasonably busy. We tried to charge the same as what surgery would charge, but only for 'the operation'. We didn't feel right asking for what the entire body surgeries costed for them, most couldn't pay it anyways. Eventually we had people signing up for the service weeks in advance, our place was a success. Our parents found it weird and bizarre to cater to the specific crowd that we had, but we assured them that it was also just a massage place for those who didn't want to go overboard with surgery to make themselves feel better. Our families were a bit weirded out by it but thought aloud 'if it worked they why not?' We admitted that the remedies we sold at the front of the shop weren't something we actually believed in, though there were exceptions that seemed to improve our health. Maybe we weren't eating properly. Finally, I was eighteen again. My fianc? had caught someone who wanted to swap and agreed to lose some years to do it instead of regular pay. She absolutely loved the energy and vigor that my age brought to the bedroom. Our youth drove us to new heights. We melted into each other every night. We were the talk of our little town. Some didn't appreciate the trannies coming in to the little town, thought it diluted the culture of our little home. But most just loved having a massage parlor nearby. Even if they appropriately called it the 'hippy swap'. They had no idea how good a name that was. That is, until we changed the name to match. Our previous name was bad, really bad. Nobody used it for a reason. The wonder couple with the runaway successful small business. Oddly bringing tourists into the town just for massages. They threw us a dance, everyone wanted to meet us the first week we moved in. Some wondered about our physical changes. For Jojo it was easier, her breasts and ass deflated and they talked about 'losing her city lifestyle.' I gained a bit of muscle and lean, which only added to the perception. We were nice and friendly, for some reason this life clicked for us. We were home. We eventually found a guy who was willing to swap dicks with me over a chat site. We had to go outside the business to find him. The business was picking up fast, but not as fast as my little fianc? was horny. We drove for hours to get to a place to meet up with him. The anon had a fetish of having a smaller dick and getting chastised for it. He hated having a large dick that hurt his partners more often than not. He called himself unlucky to be born with such an overgrown cock that most girls won't sleep with him. We met at a place in the middle of nowhere. He had a blindfold on and his dick out. His idea. A fetish of his. We swapped and when he had felt it happen he immediately jacked- off and moaned an 'Oh my god... I didn't believe-thank you!' as we drove off. As part of the deal my little Jojo rebuked him by yelling out the passenger window, "Later small fry. Enjoy your useless prick! You aren't getting your old one back, loser. Hahahah." She gave an evil laugh, she could give a mean girl a run for her money. He came right then and there. He looked sad and pathetic as he leaned back against his truck, with a smile and a tear trailing from his eyes beneath the blindfold. Jojo had leaned back into the car and rolled up the window. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Don't cry over spilled milk," I chastised. "But it's my spilled milk. And it's not going to spill any more for me. I'll never spill that milk again." She made a jackoff motion and then a few seconds later she was making a blow-job motion, complete with tongue sticking her cheek out. "Good bye old friend." I felt terrible. She actually made me feel terrible about swapping her old dick out. Like I had killed her dog. She giggled at my reaction. Then when I wasn't looking, I felt her fumbling with my fly. She snaked my monster dick out and licked her way up and down it while jacking it off. "Stop. I'm driving." "I'm meeting my new friend," she said indignantly. "Don't bother me." She tried to stuff the helmet into her mouth, succeeding partway. Her tongue swished around and glided in a swirl on my opening. She was absolutely worshiping my dick as she kept trying to stuff my meat into her mouth. Eventually she fit it inside with a wet plop. Her loud wet sucking sounds, and her throat adjusting in anticipation filled the car. My low moans spurred her on. She smiled and looked up at me constantly. I had a hard time keeping my attention on the road. I came in her mouth at a stoplight, trying to get it out when I was at a stop at least. After she had slurped out the residual cum from my monster cock she smiled, her mouth completely clear of sperm. Her chest was thrust out with pride at her ability to swallow, something she had trouble learning to do. "Didn't you have your change, cumming like crazy while you were driving?" I barked out at her. "Don't you remember how dangerous that was?" "Where do you think I got the idea?" She gave a devious grin. "Thrilling isn't it?" "You are a bundle of trouble." "I'm your bundle of trouble," she lifted up her shirt and flashed her tits at me, sticking her tongue out. I could only smile and chuckle at her. Then she went back to sucking off my dick, which quickly grew hard again. Getting the recovery rate from that guy the other day was working wonders. I quickly came again, this time she was further down my cock getting closer to the base. She greedily held her face there, her eyes welling with tears as she looked up at me with running mascara. When I was done gutting rope after rope of cum down her throat from my gigantic balls she lifted her head off my dick. The bulbous head came out of her mouth with a lingering wet pop of her lips as they stretched with suction and horny greed. Her red lipstick left a big sloppy mark of how far down my pole she had gone. "Can't you stay over at my place tonight?" she whined, mashing my dick into her cheek. "We have our bachelor and bachelorette parties to go to." I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "And its bad luck for us to see each other tomorrow before the wedding," We had both moved into separate living arrangements once we were more comfortable living as each other. The town would have all sorts to say if we were living together and were unmarried anyways. It was quaint, but that's why we loved it. "We've already fucked. All superstition is out the window," she said flatly, not letting go of my deflating cock. "Sorry, I expect our evenings will be long, even without each other's company." "Clam-jammer," she pouted in the passenger seat. I chuckled at her as I drove her to her place. She was far from the boyfriend I had months ago. She got out reluctantly, only when I held the door open for her. She nearly jumped up to give me a goodbye kiss, her arms pulling me down by latching around my neck. I still had to lean down to meet her lips. It would have to be a wild night to make me not yearn for her warmth in my bed tonight. *** We both flew out the next day, back to the big city where we grew up and our longtime friends belonged. I was dressed in simple collared shirt, a white t-shirt underneath and jeans. My friends were similarly dressed. I hardly knew them, they were my girlfriend's friends for far longer than I knew them, back when she was me. I assume that she was having a similar unfamiliarity with 'her' friends. "Okay here we are," 'My' best friend pointed out a strip club to us. "This is the first place we went to when we turned 18. Remember it Bill?" "Y-Yeah," I lied. Nobody was convinced. "You never did. We were so drunk by the time we entered I don't think you ever remembered anything that night," He chuckled at me. "I hardly did." "What do you even remember?" I sighed. "I remember that I handle my alcohol better than you." He slapped my shoulder. "I'll remind you about how tonight went, okay?" He got us a backstage room, with a single girl giving us a show. She had large rounded breasts. She went down the line, specifically skipping over me and moving on. Then she settled into the lap of my friend Alex, a lanky guy who was the quiet type. Another came out and did something similar. Each and every girl that came out paired up with a guy and I was left hanging. They all skipped me and gave no attention to my gaze. Then finally another came out, this time she was physically fit, muscular, and showed off generous cleavage. They looked fake, but many of the other strippers looked like they had surgery done on more than just their breasts. She sashayed towards me, her eyes were locked onto mine. The other guys were staring at her as she straddled my hips and started gyrating. She gave me a lap dance, allowing me to place my hands on her large ass. It was tight and muscular. I could feel her muscles stretching and clenching as she moved about in my lap. She showed her bright white smile as she noticed my drooling over her body. She leaned and kissed me. We swapped spit, she was sucking my tongue into her mouth. She kissed along my face and nibbled on my earlobe. "We can go get a room after the show if you want to give me a bonus." She fondled my balls through my pants. She nibbled my ear again and continued giving me a show atop me. Her clothes came off, her rhythmic movements blended with the song and her stripping. She never broke eye contact with me as she did so. "So, I hear you are getting yourself hitched," she whispered in my ear when she was reduced to a g-string and tassels pinching her nipples. She started to rub her mound into my hardened dick, she loved to rock up and down it. "Big boy," she greedily grinned at me. She flipped back around, looking over her shoulder as she stuck out her ass. She was most proud of this asset. She clearly worked out hard to get it this big, round and muscular. Her handlebars were large and offered another place to put my hands. Her shifting muscles below my hands made me interested to see how good she was in bed. Finally, the evening finished with most of us drunk off our asses. We had one hell of an evening and I got the location of the motel that the stripper gave me. She came in wearing a long fur coat. She quickly shed it to show her halter top and skimpy skirt. Her g-string straps were visible above her skirt and her belly was on full display. "Got any drinks?" she meandered to the fridge. "Sorry. I've had enough tonight," I slurred. She smiled at that. "Shame. I bring my own fix for myself for this reason anyways." She pulled some pills out of her bosom with a twitch, and downed them dry. It made me feel more than a little awkward. I had once considered stripping to pay off my college debts and now I was imagining myself as her. She came up to me and gave me a deep tongued kiss, forcing one of the pills down my throat before I could react. I was forced to swallow as she gave a mischievous grin afterwards. I was imagining myself as her as she swayed and dropped to her knees with a laugh. She took off her shirt and bra, revealing her gorgeous shapely round fake boobies and her fit structure. She fumbled with my pants and pulled out my dick. "I knew it. This guy is a cannon!" She stuffed her face into my crotch and deeply breathed in, taking great pleasure in my scent. "I got to see this guy fire off a few rounds." She licked her way up my shaft, her hand not reaching all the way around my penis. It grew hard as her eyes were locked on my face. She loved seeing my pleasured expression sending a thrill of being watched up her spine. Her toes were curled and her cute button nose was scrunched. Then she started to swirl her tongue around the head, tickling the rim of the glans. Finally, her swirl veered inwards, inching closer to my piss slit. When she licked it, there was a gush of precum that shot into her open mouth and she yipped in shock. It must have been a much larger amount than she would have guessed I was capable of. She licked some off her lips and launched her head onto my dick. I watched her sucker swell and stretch along my poll with great pleasure. The pressure in my balls were so great I let loose a cascade inside her mouth causing her to try and rapidly gulp down my man- liquid. She smiled up at me when she finished, her breath stinking of my semen as she panted from her long drink. "You've got world class balls." She played with them before she removed her skirt and panties and began to push me back onto the bed. She sashayed her way over to me and climbed sexily over my hot crotch. My throbbing erection pointing into the air, stiff as can be. It twitched and swayed with the beating of my heart. She licked her lips as she spread herself above my pounder. She sat down, quickly swallowing my dick with ease. "Oh, fuck. You are so goddamn huge!" she cried as she hit bottom. She was squeezing my tightly. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell backwards. The suction of her vagina and motion that she fell off me was enough to make me cum, jetting and shooting my spunk over her. Ropes and ropes of my spunk covered her. She was a wet sticky cinnamon roll by the end of it and I checked on her. She was breathing but she had feinted from the sex. She stirred a moment later. Now I felt like I was going to pass out. "Hm? Wassat?" she slurred. "I think I better go." I mentioned and she nodded. She was holding her head, as if she were dizzy. "Noo you caaaaant." She brought out some water for us to drink. It was spiked of course. We both sloppily kissed and fucked in the bed throughout the night, coming in and out of consciousness finding the other fucking while one was asleep. It was a night I wouldn't soon forget. It was so completely out of my character, and weird at my role in it. I was a man now. It only just hit me then with a stripper in bed with me fucking me for extra cash.