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The Complicated Life of a House Chicken - Chapter 3 I woke up Wednesday morning with a horrible hangover. My head was pounding, Josie's bedroom was spinning and I couldn't quite remember how I had gotten home last night. After my performance in the bathroom, I vaguely recalled having a few more strong drinks and lewdly dancing with Brad, but after that it got foggy quickly. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the crazy slideshow-like pieces of memories rattling around in my pretty head. I saw flashes of Brad grinding on me then an image of George in the driver's seat of Josie's car. I snapped my fingers, that was it. It all came back to me. George had driven me home last night. Brad had ordered him to do it after I had started getting too sloppy drunk, but I had gotten the impression that George hadn't minded the assignment. I remembered him helping me into my apartment and into bed. A thought then occurred to me and I threw back the comforter to discover that I was still wearing my dress from the night before. Obviously, George had been a gentleman, at least as far as I could tell. I was going to have to do something nice for George to thank him for taking care of me. That did bring me back to Brad, however. As soon as I had started getting a little too drunk for his tastes, he had essentially dismissed me and had one of the pledges take me away. Like an engine on a cold day, my mind slowly started warming up and more detailed memories became available. One of my spaghetti straps had broken while we were dancing and, just like I had feared, one of my boobs had popped out. I remembered being totally mortified. I quickly looked at the strap and saw that someone had tied the two ends back together as a temporary fix. I didn't remember doing that and I doubt I would have had the coordination to even try. Regardless of how it got fixed, Brad had been pissed that I had inadvertently flashed half the bar, as if I had wanted to do it. That's when he had George escort me home. What an asshole. I bet Josie was going to be pissed too. Cringing, I found my tiny purse on the nightstand and removed the phone. Sure enough, there were already ten new messages from Josie and none of them were happy. "Holy shit, you sloppy bitch. I told you to have a drink and loosen up, not get shitfaced and pull out your tits! You embarrassed Brad!" Oh my God, I embarrassed Brad? Was she fucking kidding me? I was the one giving him head in a public bathroom stall with a God damned audience, but HE was the one who was embarrassed?! Fuck her and Brad! They deserved each other. I was done with this shit. I had to think of a way to get out from under Josie's control. Maybe two could play at her blackmail game. I decided that I would confront her the next time we were alone and put an end to this whole crazy situation. I was so angry that my hangover seemed to subside, almost as if it were frightened by my rage. I got out of bed and wiggled out of my tight dress and panties then left them puddled on the floor. I stormed into the bathroom to take a shower, but my mind was an emotional whirlwind trying to think of ways to get back at Josie. As I passed in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but, once again, admire Josie's perfect body, then I realized that I wasn't wearing the silver pendant or my large hoop earrings. Oh shit, had I lost them at the club, I asked myself. Then I saw them neatly laid out on the bathroom counter. I was certain that I hadn't done that last night, so it must have been George. I could only imagine how much of a pain in the ass it had been to remove jewelry from a stumbling drunk girl after a long night. He didn't have to do that. Shit, I know I wouldn't have thought about it if I had been him. Then a smile appeared on my beautiful reflection as I thought of a way to both reward George and get back at Josie. I retrieved the phone and a dry erase pen I had noticed in Josie's kitchen then returned to the bathroom and stood back from the mirror completely naked. I opened the camera app and aligned the shot on my reflection so you could see Josie's entire incredible body, but not my face. I then took a few pictures of me posing sexily, before using the dry erase pen to write "Thank You George" with a little heart right above my tits. I took a couple of closeups of my tits with the message then jumped into the shower. After washing my body and hair, including scrubbing off my message to George, I got out of the shower, but didn't dry off. I took even more pics of my soaking wet body. To me, there is just something so fantastically erotic about a dripping wet woman's body and I wanted to share that with George. Hell, it wasn't my body. What did I care? I smirked as I opened the texting app and punched in George's phone number. I then added all of the tremendously erotic photos I had just taken. Giggling, I wrote the message, "Thank you for taking care of me last night. These are just for you. Don't show them to anyone else, especially not Jason." I hit SEND then waited excitedly for George's reaction. The reply came back almost instantly, "OMG, is this Josie? You're so HOT! Thank you!" I laughed, knowing I had just filled George's spank bank for the next few months. I wrote back, "No, thank you! Just remember, those are only for you" then added a little kissy-face emoji for good measure before sending. Then something I hadn't expected happened. George sent back another message with his own picture. I tilted my head from side to side in an attempt to understand what I was looking at until it hit me and my hand shot up to my mouth to cover a gasp. It was a picture of George's cock. He had just sent Josie a Dick Pic! I guess I certainly couldn't blame him. I had instigated everything after all. Now that I knew what I was looking at, I could tell that he had just pulled open the waistband of his sweatpants and taken the pic. It was an odd angle, but I could tell that he was completely hard, including bulging veins and an uncircumcised tip. Good, I'm glad my pictures worked, I thought. It was hard to get a proper size perspective, but he certainly didn't look small. If I had to guess, he was a bit smaller than Brad, but way bigger than I had been. I shook my head in disgust. What the fuck was I doing? I was sitting here critiquing my friend's dick. No, let's be honest. I was admiring it, for God's sake. Despite my discomfort, I realized that if I didn't send a reply, George would probably freakout for the rest of the week thinking that he had fucked up. "OMG, it's huge!" I sent, trying to make my pledge brother's entire year. Smiley Face emoji and a short "Thanks, GTG. Heading to class," reply came back before the bizarre conversation mercifully ended. Right before I put the phone away another message popped up from Brad. I rolled my eyes, but opened the text and read. "I'm sure you're not feeling good this morning. Come over to the house tonight around 9. You owe me that at least after your display last night." I absolutely fumed. How fucking dare he!? I angrily typed out "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" but stopped myself right before sending. I needed to cool down before I sent any reply that might make my own situation worse. I would ignore it for now. He'd just assume I was still sleeping off my hangover after all. I decided to go for a run around campus to help work off some of the anger I was building up. I had always loved running. It was the perfect mechanism for clearing my mind and relieving stress. And, at that moment, I needed to do both of those things in spades. I dug through Josie's drawers and eventually found everything that I needed, including a sports bra. Without that, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to run with Josie's huge sweater puppies practically smacking me in the face with each step. A white tank top, black yoga pants and a nice pair of running shoes completed the outfit. I pulled my long blond hair back into a ponytail then checked myself out in the mirror. God damn, Josie's ass looked fantastic in yoga pants and the view only got better as I started doing some stretches to loosen up. After a few minutes of warm ups, I left the apartment, jogged through the parking lot, then turned right onto Oak Street, heading toward campus. Even wearing the tight sports bra, Josie's breasts still bounced distractingly and I found that the motion prevented me from running as fast as I normally would have. I settled into a light steady pace that seemed like a good compromise and I instantly started feeling better. Unfortunately, that feeling only lasted until the car started following me. At first I hadn't noticed it because I was concentrating directly ahead of myself like any good runner should, but eventually I realized that the crappy old Firebird was not passing me as I jogged down the sidewalk. I turned down a sidestreet, but the car just kept following me. A pang of fear started building within my mind as I began shooting quick glances over my shoulder at the slowly pursuing vehicle. If it had been dark instead of the middle of the morning, I would have really been panicking, but I just tried to keep to the main streets where there were plenty of people. When the car followed me through a third turn, I knew I was going to have to do something. I was either going to have to stop and confront them or head into a store until they left. I definitely didn't want to lead them back to the apartment. Then they would know where I lived and that thought terrified me. Once again, I asked myself, did Josie have to go through this type of shit all the time? When I turned onto Market Street, I saw a police cruiser parked up the road and knew this was my chance. When I felt that I was within line of sight for the cops, I stopped and actually turned around to face the car with my hands on my hips, breathing hard. The Firebird stopped at first, but when the two assholes saw that I was staring right at them, they pulled up beside me slowly. A greasy-haired thirty-something loser with a cheesy mustache leaned out the passenger window and flashed me a lopsided used-car-salesman grin. He dropped his phone down quickly but I could clearly tell that he had been taking video of me. "Hey baby, looking fine. Need a ride?" he said as the driver pulled the car over to the curb and parked. I put on my best smile and sexily approached the car window. I then leaned down right in front of the now broadly grinning passenger. If it hadn't been for the sports bra, he would have gotten a spectacular view of my cleavage, but that didn't stop his gaze from locking onto my huge tits anyway, just where I wanted them. He never even saw my fist cock back and then pop him directly in the nose. I didn't hit him that hard, certainly not hard enough to break anything. But any direct strike on the nose hurts like hell. "Fuck!" he screamed as his cheesy grin vanished and both his hands shot up to cover his now bleeding nose. "You fucking cunt!" he yelled as both him and the driver got out of the car. I backed up several steps but then stood my ground when I saw the two cops get languidly out of their cruiser to investigate the commotion and the gathering crowd. "Stop following me around, you fucking creepy stalking assholes!" I yelled back. "It's a free country, bitch!" the driver shouted as the cops finally arrived on the scene. "What's going on?" the first officer said as his partner stepped between me and the two locals. "This bitch just punched me in the nose," said the passenger as he showed off the tiny bit of blood running down his lip. "And why would she do that?" the cop asked, suspiciously. "No idea. The bitch is crazy," the driver said. "I was defending myself, Officer. These two have been stalking me for the last two miles of my run. I absolutely felt threatened," I stated, sighing and rolling my eyes when I noticed the cop staring at my tits instead of listening to me. "That's not true. Shit, we might have been behind her a little bit but that was just coincidence." "Sure, a two mile and four turn coincidence. Check his phone on the seat. He was taking a video of me," I said defiantly. The second cop looked into the still opened passenger door to see the phone unlocked on the seat with the paused video of my jogging ass plainly visible. "You can't do that without my permission!" shouted the driver. "Sorry, sir, but this is clearly in plain sight," the cop explained as he picked up the phone and played the video from the beginning. I didn't watch it, but I could hear every gross thing they said about me on the video as they followed me through town. A chill ran down my spine when I heard them actually discussing grabbing and raping me. Both the cops glared at the two men after that. The situation had suddenly changed from a silly altercation between an overly sensitive girl and two idiot horn dogs, to that of an attempted kidnapping and rape. As a man, I had always considered the small country town where my college was located as completely safe. Never once had I felt threatened even walking home alone from the fraternity house in the middle of the night. But, I began to shiver when it finally dawned on me how close I had come to being brutally assaulted in the middle of the fucking day. If I had turned down the wrong street, one that was isolated with no witnesses, my entire life might have been over. The thought froze me to my core and I could feel tears running down my cheeks. "Oh come on, that's just locker room talk, ya know? We weren't serious or anything." the passenger said frantically as the cops separated us further. They handcuffed the two men then secured them in their cruiser before taking my information and official statement. "I honestly don't know what will happen with those two, but I'm afraid there is a good chance the DA won't pursue charges. I'm sorry, but without them having performed an overt act, an attempted rape charge just won't stick," the senior cop said. "We probably should be able to get a menacing charge on them however and they at least won't be out tonight. I've got your number, so I'll keep you informed," he said, actually fucking winking at me. Seriously!? "And if I might suggest, perhaps the next time you go out running, maybe wear something a little less provocative. Here's my card. Call me anytime if you have any questions." I snatched the card out of his hand and sighed in disgust. Was he actually implying that I could have avoided this whole situation if my ass didn't look so good in yoga pants? As if it was my fault these degenerates couldn't control themselves? I had never driven around plotting to rape women no matter how good they looked when I had been a man. This whole experience was really opening my eyes to the completely different world that women had to live in. I really didn't want to run back to the apartment. I was pretty freaked out. The cops offered to have another cruiser come back and give me a ride, but I also didn't feel like getting hit on by a different cop. So, I sucked it up and jogged the two miles back to the apartment, hyper- aware of my surroundings and staying on the main drag the entire way. By the time I got back, I was panting and my nerves were frayed as I hastily locked the deadbolt behind me. Not only had my calming run not served its purpose, I was now even more upset than when I had left. "Well at least you're exercising. I can practically feel my body getting fatter with you in it," said Josie from the couch. "If you get too big to fit into my dress for Saturday, I'm going to kill you." I screamed in surprise and my heart skipped a beat at the unexpected visitor. "Whoa, calm down," Josie ordered. "How the fuck did you get in here?" I asked, my hand over my heart as I attempted to rein in my panicked breathing. "Duh, I took my spare key last time I was here. This is my apartment after all." "Aren't you worried someone is going to see you coming over here and tell Brad? That won't be good for either of us after all," I asked as I pulled a bottled water out from the fridge and took a sip. "Don't worry, I'm careful not to be seen. I don't park that rustbucket of yours anywhere near here either. Get a new car, by the way," Josie said imperiously. I rolled my eyes. "So why are you here then? If it's to yell at me about last night, just fuck off. I don't want to hear it. I've had a rough morning and I'm not in the mood." Josie raised an eyebrow at my impudence. "Well Meow, kitty finally showing her claws? Do I have to explain this to you again?" "You know, you're not the only one that can use blackmail. What if I start hitting on women?" Josie burst out laughing. "I'm serious, I'll do it," I said, trying to sound tough. "Are you joking? Oh no, the hot chick doesn't mind hooking up with other women. I guess no man would ever want her now," Josie said in a sing- song voice that simply oozed sarcasm. "And before you hurt yourself trying to think of some other way to get power over me, remember why you're in my body in the first place. I know fucking magic, dumbass! Do you really want to mess with me? Because I can guarantee that you'll regret it even after we switch back." "How would you use magic on me?" I asked dumbly, fear starting to percolate through me. "Would you turn me into a frog or something?" Josie rolled her eyes and shook her head, "You don't want to know. Let's just get through this shit then once we switch back, we can happily return to never speaking to each other again. You've only got a few more days. Hell, you've already sucked him off, that's by far the hardest part. Getting fucked is WAY better. You're going to love it." Defeated, I slumped down onto the couch beside my old body, "I really don't like how Brad treats you. What's your endgame here? Do you want him to marry you? Because, even if you manage that, I am 100% sure that he will be cheating on you within a month from the wedding, if not sooner. You can't be around him every second." Josie sighed heavily, "That's not your problem. You just have to keep him happy for the rest of the week." "He texted earlier. He wants me to come over to the house to see him tonight," I said, resigned to my fate. "Good, I was worried after last night that he wouldn't. Plan on staying the night," she said. "Wednesdays are usually pretty quiet at the house, so you should have him all to yourself." "Fine, anything else?" I asked. "Well yeah, why do you think I'm here? I need to make sure you're ready for tonight. You're not going to be able to put him off with just another blowjob. He hasn't had sex since Saturday night so you're going to have to step up," she said as she stood up and extended her hand to me. "Let's go." I groaned, "I'm really not in the mood. I'm all sweaty from my run." She chuckled, "No sense showering now. You're just going to get even more sweaty." I took her hand and she led me back to the bedroom. "You've been taking the birth control pills like I showed you, right?" Josie asked. "Yes," I huffed in confirmation. "Good. Usually Brad isn't a big foreplay guy so we're just going to skip that part. You looked like you had that covered pretty well last night at the table. I have to admit, I never had you figured for a good kisser. Just do what you did last night." I winced as I remembered our makeout session from the previous evening. I hoped that Brad would at least shave before tonight. "Brad likes to watch me undress, so you can't just clumsily pull off your clothes like a nervous teenager." "But I AM a nervous teenager. I'm only nineteen," I protested. "Don't interrupt!" Josie barked before continuing. "So, let's see you strip. Do it slow, do it sexy," she commanded. I managed to slip off my running shoes then I took a deep breath and began slowly yanking my tank top over my head. Josie groaned, "No! What did I just say? Do it sexy! Cross your arms and hold onto the bottom of your shirt, then slowly raise your arms taking the shirt with you. It makes a much better show, plus if you do it right, you'll get a fantastic boob bounce when the shirt clears your tits. Guys love that. Also, don't wear a bra tonight. I don't trust your inexperienced ass to be able to unclasp it without looking like an awkward spaz." I nodded then slowly pulled off my tank top like Josie had instructed. She was right, it did feel much sexier, and despite the tight sports bra, my boobs jiggled enticingly when the shirt pulled at them. "Much better," she said. "Now go ahead and just take off that bra, we're not worried about that since you won't be wearing one tonight. I complied, freeing my large breasts, then began pushing down my yoga pants. Once again, Josie shook her head and stopped me. "Jesus, have you never seen a striptease? I know your perverted ass has at least watched pornos before." "What am I doing wrong?" I asked, exasperated. "You've got to use your whole body to put on a show. The entire point is to get him excited. You want him to be completely hard by the time you're naked. Now, lean forward at almost a 90 degree angle, let those glorious tits hang free a little bit. Then arch your back as you very slowly slide your pants over your ass. Be sure to wiggle your butt as you're doing it. That will make your boobs sway too, another thing guys can't get enough of. If you're wearing a skirt, then you can just let it drop to the ground after it clears your ass, but if you're wearing pants, you have to push them all the way down past your feet, bending over at your waist the entire way. Never bend your knees. Also, keep eye contact with him the whole time. Got it?" I nodded, and felt a little ridiculous as I performed the unfamiliar maneuver, but I couldn't deny that Josie had been right again. I did feel extremely sexy as I bent all the way down at my waist and removed my tight pants. "That's good," she complimented. "Now, do the same thing with those panties. And never take the panties off at the same time as the pants. Give him two shows. Let the panties drop to the ground once you get them past your knees, then stand up and step out of them. Yeah, exactly like that. You're a quick learner. We'll make a stripper out of you yet," she said, smiling, as I stood before my old body completely naked. Josie then quickly removed all of her clothes, completely ignoring everything she had just told me. She was already rock hard. I guess I had been successful with my first striptease judging from her excited state. She then advanced on me and I retreated backwards until the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees causing me to flop down onto it. Before I could get up, Josie had her hands on my thighs pinning me to the bed. She leered down at me then grabbed my long smooth legs and pulled them apart, exposing my moist pussy to the cool air of the apartment. A funny thought occurred to me at that point. My body was about to lose its virginity to Josie Baker. Never in a million years would I have ever thought that would have been possible, but here we were. I actually laughed out loud. "What the fuck!?" Josie yelled at me. "You never ever laugh at a guy's dick. Don't you remember what I told you about men's egos? Holy shit, that's a good way to get popped." "I... I wasn't laughing at my dick," I pleaded, totally thrown off by her extreme reaction. "Well the guy won't know that. At this stage the only functional brain he has is in his cock and he'll think everything is about that." I nodded meekly, "OK, I'm sorry." "What the fuck was so funny anyway?" she asked. I explained and Josie laughed. "I might be about to take your virginity, but I already popped this body's cherry last night." "What!?" I asked, completely shocked. "With who?" She smirked, "With Sherry, of course. Who did you think was in the stall next to you while you were blowing Brad?" "Holy shit. Am I like dating Sherry now?" Josie scoffed, "Umm... no. But your standing within the pledge class shot up a hell of alot. You're welcome, by the way. I think a few of the brothers thought you might be gay before that. If they could only see you now, legs spread, ready to take a dick," she said, laughing cruelly. "You don't have to be such a bitch you know," I said, fighting back the tears of shame that I knew would only make Josie tease me more. "No, I don't, but it's so much more fun," she said smugly before grabbing my legs again and pulling them apart even wider. "And just for that little remark, I'm going to make you beg me to keep fucking you." I was about to say something stupid, like "Never!" but before I could, Josie slammed her dick into my well lubricated pussy and my world changed forever. "Oh Fuck!" I screamed as the totally alien sensation of being filled enveloped my entire body. Josie smirked, "You like that, don't you? I told you that you would." I could only whimper in response as my own cock invaded deep inside of me then slowly pulled back and did it again. "Oh damn, my pussy feels so good. Brad's stretched me out a little too much for your tiny cock, but shit, it's so incredibly hot fucking myself," she grunted. "It almost makes this whole stupid situation worth it." "Oh my God!" I yelled as Josie lifted my legs and bent them back toward my head causing my pussy to shift up into a new angle and allowing my old cock to slip into me further. As Josie picked up a steady rhythm my boobs began flopping wildly on my chest. I instinctively reached up to steady them and a new jolt of pleasure shot through me. "Yeah, squeeze your tits, guys fucking love that," Josie said between thrusts and I eagerly obeyed, reveling in the new erotic sensations. Josie then licked her thumb then slapped it down directly onto my clit where she began rubbing it furiously. I was being assaulted by overwhelming pleasure on three different fronts and I just couldn't take it anymore. I started involuntarily moaning loudly enough to wake the dead, then fucking lost it. "Oh Oh Oh Fuck Oh Fuck Oh Oh Fuck," I screamed, but just before I crested the massive oncoming wave of orgasm, Josie stopped and completely pulled out of me. A devastating feeling of complete emptiness and frustration made me cry out again. "Shit, what are you doing? I was so fucking close!" "I warned you. You need to beg me to fuck you now," Josie said smugly, knowing she had me right where she wanted me. I almost started crying from the sudden denial of pleasure. I was totally out of my mind and would have said anything to make that feeling come back at that moment. "Please fuck me, Oh please fuck me!" I begged pathetically, beyond caring what I sounded like or even who heard me. "Good girl," Josie said as she immediately pounded back into me and continued rubbing my clit. I was once again surrounded in bliss and my well primed body responded with a mind shattering orgasm. "Oh Oh Oh Shit! Oh God, I'm fucking cumming!" I screamed as my body began convulsing wildly on the bed, my arms flailing around in a vain attempt to try and ground myself to something, anything. My pussy became super sensitive and my cries of pleasure crescendoed up to ear-splitting squeals, but Josie didn't stop her pounding assault on my quivering vagina. In fact, she increased her pace, slapping her hips powerfully into my exposed ass causing skin on skin smacking sounds to echo through the bedroom, competing with my shrieks. "Oh Fuck, Please, Please, I can't take it anymore!" I pleaded desperately whenever I could catch my breath enough to form words, but Josie was having none of it. My vision began to narrow to pinpricks and I realized that I was just about to pass out from the overloading sensations when Josie began grunting, then yanked out of me and began shooting jets of cum all over my stomach. At that moment, I totally didn't care. I went completely limp, my rapidly rising and falling chest the only movement my body could muster. "Oh... My... God," I finally managed to pant out as my rational brain rebooted and the humiliation of my total whimpering surrender really hit me. Even if I had wanted to deny it, the splattering of cum all over my stomach told the true story. I suddenly realized that Josie was laying down beside me on the bed. She was facing me, on her side with her head propped up by an arm. "Pretty fucking amazing, huh? Come on, admit it," she said. Despite all the mixed feelings, I couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, that was pretty intense," I agreed, then reached to pull out a tissue from the box beside the bed. "What are you doing?" Josie asked. "Cleaning up this mess," I said, motioning to the pools of cum on my stomach. "What's the problem?" "Yeah, don't do that. Guys don't want to watch you wipe yourself down like a whore's bath. Just rub it into your skin all sexily like it's the best skin lotion in the world. But before you do that, always be sure to get some on your nail and let them watch you suck it off your finger. It drives them crazy," Josie said, once again taking on her teacher role. "Oh, and be sure to moan while you're tasting it like you've just sampled a delicious fine cuisine." "Really?," I said. "Go ahead," she insisted as she nodded her head toward my stomach. "Bon Appetit." I groaned, but did as she asked. I used my finger to scoop up a large glob of semen from my stomach and bring it to my mouth. A long string of the sticky substance stretched away with it and I felt my stomach turnover. I kept reminding myself that two guys had already cum directly into my mouth, but that actually seemed to make it worse, not better. Plus, both times that had happened, I hadn't been the one to actively put the cum into my mouth. I know, I'm really splitting hairs here, but denial is a hell of a thing. As sexily as I could, I sucked the cum off of my finger and even made the "Mmm'' sound. Josie nodded in satisfaction before saying, "Now, it puts the lotion on," in her creepiest impersonation of Buffalo Bill in the Silence of the Lambs. I rolled my eyes, but began smearing the globs of cum all over my stomach until I had rubbed them into my skin completely. Unconsciously, I ended up licking the remainder off of my hand before I even realized what I was doing. "Nice!" Josie said happily. "Bonus points for that." Josie then crawled out of the bed and started getting dressed. "That was pretty good for your first time. You didn't just lay there like a speed bump. I felt you pushing back into me, and that's good. Brad really likes that. My only comment would be the volume. The walls at the house are like fucking tissue paper. If you pop off there like you did here, it will be like everyone is in the room with you. Nothing kills the mood faster than people yelling at you to shut up. Plus, I'll never hear the end of it from any other bitch that happens to be there tonight. So, keep your mouth shut as much as possible. Sure, give Brad some soft moans, but none of that high pitched dolphin squealing." I sat up and stared at Josie in confusion. "Do you actually think that I was intentionally making all those crazy sounds? Holy fuck, I was not in control of that shit. I didn't even know it was possible for a human to hit that pitch," I emphatically explained. The idea that she thought I actually tried to make sounds like that disturbed me greatly. She silently examined me for several seconds as if trying to decide whether I was telling the truth before shrugging. "Whatever, just keep it down. If you've got to cover your own mouth, do it. Brad would probably like that. He might even do it for you, but I wouldn't recommend you letting him. We tried a little choking play once, but it wasn't good. He got carried away and actually choked me out completely. I lost consciousness. We were lucky he didn't kill me. I've never let him do that again, so don't let him start smothering you to shut you up." I gulped, "Ok, I'll do my best to keep it under control." "One more word of advice," Josie said as she sat down on the bed and pulled on my filthy cross-trainers. "Don't play with your clit while Brad is fucking you." "Why not?" I asked, confused. "Because men are stupid. If you start playing with yourself while his dick is in you, he'll think you're doing it because his cock isn't enough for you. Remember what I said about guys and their egos? They don't understand that Women's bodies are pianos, because most men only know how to play the bongos. Guys with huge cocks, like Brad, are usually exclusively bongo players. They've only got one move because that's all they think they need. Now, men with tiny peckers, like you, are usually much better at sex overall because they're trying to overcompensate for their... umm... shortcomings. They tend to at least try to play all the keys on the piano, if you get my meaning." I giggled at the metaphor, "So you think that I could be better at sex than Brad?" Josie sighed, "Maybe, if you really work at it. Shit, this whole experience will probably make you pretty good in bed as a man since you'll know what it feels like on the other side. Brad will probably never learn any new tricks, no matter how hard I try to teach him. Now, don't get me wrong here. There is nothing like getting your pussy pounded by a huge cock like Brad's. It's awesome and sometimes that's just what you really need, but it's fucking wonderful to diversify a little too, ya know?" I laughed then nodded, "OK, no playing with myself, at least not while he's watching. Wait, my tits are Ok though, right? You said Brad likes that." "Oh yeah, those are free use. Go to town. Apparently, it turns them on enough to override their paranoia about us getting a little non-dick pleasure." I just shook my head. Josie was right. I was learning a lot thanks to what I was starting to think of as our "girl talks". When I got back to my male body, I knew that if I could get over the mental trauma of what I had done this week, I could end up being an incredible sexual partner for some lucky woman. From what Josie had just done to me, I knew that my body had all the equipment necessary to rock a girl's world. All I had to do was really learn how to use it. "I've got to get to your Marketing 201 class with Professor O'Brian. You know, I remember that class being a hell of a lot easier when I could let that perverted old man look down my shirt. I don't even think I had to write a final paper," Josie said fondly as she headed out of the bedroom. I heard the front door close and I immediately got up and locked the deadbolt. After my stalker encounter that morning, I was feeling much less secure in the apartment by myself. I then took my second shower of the day, paying particular attention to washing my stomach, before eating a light salad for lunch. I spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV and writing several papers I had due at the end of the week. I realized that I had never been so caught up with my school work and knew that pledging had not been the best academic decision. But, there are a lot of aspects to college that have nothing to do with the classroom, many of the best parts, in fact. That thought reminded me that today was a very special day. I had just lost my virginity. Holy shit, I had finally done it. Certainly not in any way I would ever have imagined, but I had fucked Josie Baker, or at least my body had fucked her. It was all very confusing, but somehow the math worked out. When we switched back at the end of the week, I would be returning to a man with two different women under his sexual belt. Sure, no one would ever know about Josie except me, but I was going to get full credit for Sherry and that's all I needed. The fact that I had actually lost my virginity in the body of a woman certainly did cause some identity confusion, but I was sure I would be able to work that all out once we switched back. I couldn't deny, however, that the orgasm I had just experienced was, by miles, the most intense ever. It was in a totally different league than anything I had felt when jerking off as a man. I was sure that having actual intercourse would be much better, but I sadly suspected that even the very best sex as a man would never compare to what I had just felt. The thought depressed me instantly. Had I just ruined my future sexlife as a man? Would I forever be futilely chasing that unattainable glorious female orgasm? I didn't know, but the idea unsettled me. As the day turned into evening, I decided to start getting ready for my trip to the fraternity house to see Brad. It was possible that he'd be so upset with my behavior at bar night that he wouldn't want to sleep with me, but I knew that was a long shot. More than likely he'd be upset but still want to fuck me. How could he not with a body like Josie's. He was a straight man after all. Since Josie had not given me any specific instructions on what to wear, besides not wearing a bra, I decided to use that freedom to dress as casually as I could in Josie's curvaceous body. It actually took awhile to find the combination of clothes that I was looking for, but I finally managed it. Just calling the pair of white jeans tight would have been a gross understatement. I almost gave up trying to get the stretchy denim fabric pulled up my legs and over my full heart shaped ass, but I did it. And as I looked at myself in the mirror, I had to admit the effort was worth it. The practically painted on fabric, made my ass look even better than the yoga pants and showed off every gorgeous contour of my shapely long legs. I then pulled on the blue long sleeve sweater that I had picked out. It was going to be chilly tonight and it seemed like a good excuse to wear a bit more fabric than Josie normally would. Unfortunately, the deep V- neck sweater still looked sexy as hell pulled taut against Josie's firm tits. Because I wasn't wearing a bra, the soft fluffy material brushed continually over my nipples, causing them to become stiff little pebbles that provided a constant trickle of stimulation. Finally, I slipped on a simple pair of white canvas flats that I found hidden in the back of Josie's closet. They were the only non-running shoes I could find without a heel, plus they had the advantage of being very easily removed. I could just step right out of them when the time came. I applied some very light makeup and brushed out my hair a little then stepped back and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked good. I was still sexy but without looking slutty. Just your average college co-ed heading out to run some errands, only my chore tonight was to keep Brad happy, probably with my pussy. I sighed. Wednesday nights at the house were always quiet. Typically the only people there would be the brothers that lived in the house and their guests. As a pledge it always felt weird being there when it was so empty and not packed with drunken college students. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before walking through the front door. I had lost count of the amount of times that I had been to the house, and I knew Josie had been there way more than I had over the years, yet this was the first time I was walking in as Josie. I heard the sounds from the main TV room and saw Kevin and John sitting on the couch watching TV with their girlfriends. Kevin was the Delta Theta chapter president and John was the Treasurer. Their girlfriends, Chloe and Dana were both Chi Omega Sorority girls and most definitely not house chickens. In fact, they rarely attended any of the fraternity's normal rowdy parties or bar nights. It was obvious, even to a mere pledge like me, that all the brother's girlfriends did not like the house chickens. They just considered them common sluts that were trying to tempt their boyfriends. While the girlfriends typically were respected by the other brothers, they were usually not well liked. They tended to scare off other girls and keep their boyfriends away from fraternity events. The unattached brothers really did not appreciate either of those things. "Hello," I said tentatively as I gave a friendly little wave. Both Kevin and John brightened when they saw me but, predictably, Chloe and Dana scowled. "Hey Josie, how ya doing? You here to see Brad?" Kevin asked, smiling. "Yeah, is he up in his room?" I asked. "Yep, just go on up. You know the way," John answered. "Thanks," I said as I smiled and waved again, but the girlfriends just gave me frosty looks. I walked around the corner to head up the stairs but stopped when I heard them talking. "Ouch, what was that for?" I heard Kevin say. "You know what it was for. Maybe next time you can pry your eyes away from Josie's tits at least when I'm sitting right beside you," Chloe said acidly. "Gah, it's hard to blame them. They're only men after all. But geesh, she wasn't even wearing a bra. She's just a total slut," Dana said. "Brad could do so much better than her." "He's not dating her," John said. "They're just fuck buddies." "Well I hear he's actually taking her to the spring formal on Saturday. That sounds like dating to me," Chloe argued. "We should really set Brad up with Trina from the Sorority. She'd be perfect for him." I don't know why any of what they said bothered me so much, but it really hurt. I knew they weren't really talking about me, but I was having a hard time separating myself from Josie's body at that moment. Intellectually, none of that conversation even surprised me. I knew that the girlfriends hated Josie. I knew Brad didn't consider him and Josie as dating. And, I knew that Josie often dressed as slutty as possible. But, emotionally, it hit hard and I caught just one more tiny glimpse into Josie's psyche. I knocked softly on Brad's door, a habit I had carried over from pledging. Of course, this time I was extremely nervous knocking on my pledge master's door for an entirely different reason. "Come in," came the reply. I walked in, closing the door behind me and forcing a smile upon my pretty face. "Josie, I wasn't expecting you," he said, sitting at his computer, some classic rock music playing in the background. "Why? You texted me earlier asking me to come over tonight," I replied. "But you never answered. I just figured you were pissed about something or just really sick. You feeling better?" Oh shit, that's right, I thought. I totally forgot to reply to him. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked, a little bit of hope creeping into my voice. I mean, Josie couldn't be too pissed if he asked me to go, right? "Oh fuck no. I'm glad you're here. You mind waiting a few minutes though? I've really got to finish up this AutoCad project. It's due tomorrow." I shrugged. "No problem, take your time," I said before stepping out of my shoes then crawling onto his bed where I sat with my back against the wall and pulled out my phone to entertain myself. Brad returned his attention to his computer and began madly clicking away on his mouse. As I started flicking through Josie's phone, I realized something for the first time. I guess I really should have noticed it days earlier, but in my defense, I had been pretty distracted. Besides Brad, Josie had not gotten a single direct message from anyone else since I had been in her body. And even Brad had only texted her once. I didn't count the couple of texts between George and I, of course. I started checking all her social media to confirm, and sure enough, she had a lot of "friends" on all her accounts, but no one was directly talking with her. Once again, I started feeling bad for Josie. Had she burned so many bridges with her bitch routine over the years that she had no real life friends? God, was that even possible in a body this smoking hot? I mean, surely she would at least have other men pretending to be her friend to get into her pants. I internally debated whether I should say anything to Josie. Maybe I could help her. But, I could almost hear her response to that type of offer. "A loser like you helping me make friends? Don't make me laugh," or something like that. No, I only had a few more days. I just had to keep my head down and get through this. Josie would have to take care of her own social issues. I busied myself quietly watching some TikTok videos for almost an hour. I had actually calmed quite a bit with the comfortable silence between Brad and I, but to all good things there must be an end. My head shot up when the room's music got suddenly much louder. Brad had turned up the song "Radar Love" and was slowly heading over to me on the bed. "All done?" I asked innocently, but I could feel that my heart rate had jumped up. "Oh yeah. And now for my reward for being a very good boy and getting all my homework done," he said predatorily. Brad moved up to the edge of the bed then quickly leaned forward and snatched both of my ankles. I squealed in surprise as he dragged my ass right to the edge of the bed. He then unbuttoned my tight jeans and began violently tugging them and my panties off of me. I managed to lift my ass up off the bed just enough to help with the urgent act. Well, shit, I thought. I guess all of Josie's striptease lessons were out the fucking window. Brad was obviously not in the mood for any slow seduction. He was extremely eager. Having been denied by me for the past several days, he clearly didn't want to wait any longer. I could only stare up at him helplessly as he yanked my jeans and panties past my feet and threw them carelessly across his room. He glared down at my exposed pussy and started unzipping his shorts. I took the momentary reprieve to work my sweater off me so that I was completely naked by the time Brad stepped out of his boxers, his huge hard dick swinging freely between his muscular thighs. He moved up between my legs, forcing them to spread apart further. Instinctively, I wrapped them around his waist, settling my heels onto the top of his firm butt like stirrups. He then flopped his massive cock down onto my toned tummy and I had to suppress a gasp when I saw that its length went several inches past my navel. Oh my God, was that entire thing supposed to fit inside of me, I asked myself in a panic. Of course, I had known how large Brad was by now, but actually seeing just how far his monster could push into me put everything into a whole new perspective. Brad didn't give me much time to worry about that, however. He pulled back then lined the bulbous head of his cock up with my slick opening. He moved the head up and down between my pussy lips, lubricating himself with my wetness. Then, wasting no more time, he began pushing into me. I sharply inhaled when I felt my vaginal canal start to spread open under the pressure of his huge invading cock. Then, with a grunt, Brad thrust forward and his massive penis popped past my contracting pussy lips and into my slick channel. The fit was so tight that I swear I could actually feel the veins on his dick pulsing inside of me. At that moment, I thanked God that Josie and Brad had been fucking for awhile and her pussy was already accustomed to his extreme girth. I could not imagine the pain and discomfort of having to take that enormous thing into me for the first time. Even now, I could feel the walls of my pussy having to stretch to accommodate him, despite their familiarity. "Oh fuck, Brad! You're so damned big," I moaned as his length continued to slowly travel deeper into me. My hands tightly grasped fistfuls of the bedsheets as he finally bottomed out, his long dick completely sheathed inside of my body. A feeling of utter fullness enveloped me, his member seeming to be impossibly deep within my vagina. "Oh God, you're so fucking deep," I squealed, trying desperately to keep the volume of my cries below the music. Then, I totally lost the ability to speak when he began a quick rhythmic fucking. Every time his cock pulled out a little, the walls of my pussy would contract only to be forced back open with his next thrust. The feeling was indescribable and I could only moan like a wanton slut as my tits bounce wildly with the motion of our fucking. I was just about the grab them when Brad beat me to the punch. His rough, calloused hands began kneading my large breasts as his urgent pace increased. "Oh God, Oh fuck," I whimpered under his assault. With my hands unoccupied, I unconsciously moved one down to my clit and began furiously rubbing it with two fingers. "Not getting enough of this cock, eh?" Brad asked, noticing me playing with myself. Oh shit, I thought. I hadn't even realized that I was doing it, but I had broken one of Josie's commandments. I just wasn't sure what the punishment would be. "Oh fuck no, it's so good. You're so fucking deep," I whimpered shamelessly. "Well, maybe we need to change things up," he said, before completely withdrawing from me. I was about to protest and actually start begging him to continue when he effortlessly flipped me over onto my stomach, then snatched my hips up off the bed until I was on my knees, ass in the air. "Let's see if this will satisfy you," he said menacingly before plunging his cock back into me from behind. "Oh My Fucking God!" I screamed as he started pounding into me with furious and powerful thrusts. At that point, I was beyond caring how loud I was or who could hear me. Brad was fucking me doggy style, a position that Josie had totally not prepared me for. If I had been able to form a coherent thought at that moment, my male mind would have been utterly humiliated, but Josie's body didn't give a fuck about any of my masculine hangups. The new postion allowed Brad to go even deeper into my pussy, something I wouldn't have thought possible seconds before, but his death grip on my wide hips allowed him to fuck me so hard that I was certain I would have bruises on my ass where his pelvis was slamming into me. I tried to only scream into the mattress, but my panting made it too hard to breathe while covering my mouth and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Brad changed it up again. I felt him grab a fistful of my long blond hair and began to pull back. I cried out, but he just continued the steady pull, forcing me to get up onto my hands and arch my back. I was about to scream for him to stop when his thrusting dick started hitting something deep inside me, something that totally melted my brain. Afterwards, I figured out that the new position was allowing his huge cock to start hitting my G-Spot, but at that moment, all I knew was I never wanted that feeling to stop. Tiny explosions of pleasure rocked my body every time his long dick hit that magical spot buried deep inside of me. I suddenly felt as if I were floating, totally detached from reality. My entire world collapsed to just the glorious feeling of getting fucked by Brad. A warm glow began building up from my core and as it started to expand over my body, I knew I had to do anything to keep the process from stopping. "Oh please keep fucking me like that. Please keep fucking me like that," I begged, over and over. Then the glow seemed to completely encapsulate my entire body and I felt like I was transcending into a being of pure bliss. "Oh fuck, Oh God, don't stop, please don't stop!" I pleaded before the amazing feeling suddenly crossed a threshold and imploded into a singularity of pleasure. "I'm cumming! I'm Cumming, Oh fuck, I'm cumming," I screamed uncontrolably. As my body convulsed, Brad growled loudly like an angry grizzly bear before slamming his cock all the way into me one last time. For the first time, I felt a man's dick release into my pussy. He was so deep that I swear every spurt splashed directly onto my cervix. My incredible orgasm seemed to then shift into a completely new gear as I felt the warmth of Brad's load spread within me. My eyes rolled back into my head and I lost all motor control. I collapsed forward onto his bed, my entire body quivering. "God damn, Josie," Brad said, panting as his cock finally slipped out of me. "I don't know what it is with you this week, but fuck. That was incredible." "Yeah it was," I agreed dreamily, my voice hoarse from all of my screaming. "Shut the fuck up, you two!" someone screamed from somewhere in the house. Brad laughed and despite my mortification, I giggled and winced, "Sorry about that. I just couldn't keep quiet. It felt too good." "Fuck'em," Brad said, smiling. "They're just jealous. Besides, that was hot as fuck hearing you make all those sounds. You're normally so worried about folks hearing us for some reason. I like this new you. Will you stay the night?" I smiled and nodded. "I'd like that. Besides, I'm not sure I'd be able to walk right now anyways," I said, laughing. Despite the fact that Brad's small bed didn't have a lot of room, we spooned up together under the covers, and I was soon listening to Brad's soft snores from over my shoulder. Wednesday was over. I only had four more days in Josie's body, but I actually was starting to think about what it would be like if I never switched back. Would it be so bad? Jesus, I was already worried that I was becoming addicted to Josie's orgasms. What would I be like after another four days?