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Amy and Alonso were now regularly playing their game of condom “roulette”. So far, she had always been able to tell when he had a condom on, even when he tried to psych her out. Which meant half the time, their trysts could be consequence-free.

As for the other half of the time, Amy knew that any contact between his bare cock and her vagina was a risk. At first, she was good about putting a stop to it right away. Then they’d do other things. She even tried anal once, to at least check it off the list.

But over time, she found herself not speaking up immediately, when he pressed himself into her without protection. She knew it was a risk, but it was a moderate risk, a calculated one, instead of the all-consuming fire of complete submission.

Once, it went on long enough that she felt his hands tighten on her hips in a way she recognized. It was almost time, but there was still a chance to stop him short, and she knew it was cruel at that point, cruel to both of them really, but she felt like she had to. He pulled out as soon as she asked him to, and disaster was averted. Probably anyway.

The next time, she really wanted to feel him in her, but not risk getting that close to the edge.

“Can you just; leave it in for a little while?” she suggested.

“Sure,” he replied.

It was comforting and peaceful just feeling him inside her. And still exciting, in a different way. She could feel every contour of his penis inside her, and every movement. Every twitch that meant more precum seeping into her milieu.

“What shall we do in the meantime?” he asked, answering his own question by tracing a line across her stomach with his finger.

Her abdominal muscles undulated under his touch, making her vagina tense around him. She knew he felt it by his quiet grunt, and how he firmed up more inside her. So she carefully tested out her vaginal muscles, trying to flex each one individually, seeing what made him react.

His grunts were coming faster now, as their sexes conversed delicately. Every jolt between them sparked little aftershocks through her, like many peaks in miniature. She’d have been content to keep this up for hours.

Suddenly she felt him swell up, more abruptly than she was expecting. She knew the options before her in that moment, and her mind nearly got carried away contemplating the path in which she said nothing, did nothing, and got to feel his seed filling her deep inside.

Instead, she pulled herself off of him, knowing that there was no time to even ask him to retreat. She knew she had judged it right, when she felt hot liquid across her thigh. She tore off the blindfold, to see his semen dripping off her onto the sheets.

“Did any get inside me?” she asked.

“You tell me,” he said.

“Did it?” she asked. “I need to know.”

From what Carmen had described, it seemed like something she’d feel, but she couldn’t be sure without experiencing it, as far as she knew, anyway, and right now she needed to be sure.

“No, your timing was impeccable, dear,” he said. Then he started singing, “I need to know, I need to know, tell me baby girl; Oh right. You’re too young to remember that song.”

She still wasn’t sure how much comfort to take in that, but if neither of them thought he ejaculated inside her, she supposed that was she best they could do. Even so, she couldn’t stop fixating on it. If one of his swimmers reached her egg, would she feel that at all?

She wondered what she would do if it happened. She’d be just like the girls she was interviewing. Not that she was all that different from them in general. Although they certainly came from all different backgrounds.

Her next interview was with Lucy. She was a blond girl from Utah.

“So I’m doing a story on teen sex and pregnancy,” Amy told her.

“Well, I can tell you about pregnancy, obviously, but I didn’t get pregnant by having sex.”

Amy was a bit confused for a moment, and tried to make that add up. “If you don’t mind; how does that work exactly?”

“Jacob and I, he’s my best friend, we’re saving ourselves for marriage,” Lucy said. “So we weren’t having sex.”

“Then what were you having?”

Lucy sighed. She’d probably explained this a thousand times before. “We were soaking. You know, you put it in to soak? That’s all it was. That’s all it ever was. And yet now; ” She gestured at herself, visibly pregnant. Her formerly athletic figure had quickly filled out, to look more like Amy.

“Are you saying Jacob never; ?”

“Never what?” Lucy asked, really not getting it.

“Never; well; ejaculated?”

“No, no, no. Absolutely not. We never even got close to that point. That’s not what soaking is,” Lucy said. “Soaking isn’t sex. It’s just a pleasant way to pass the time until you can have sex someday. With your spouse.”

And yet, that was pretty much what Amy had recently tried with Alonso, and they had both been almost to the point of orgasm by the end.

Seeing Lucy in the family way was a chilling wake-up call for Amy. She’d gotten way too lax about this, and she wasn’t feeling comfortable with the risks she’d already taken. She risks that might already be taking root inside her.

The next time she went to Alonso’s house, she managed to bring a twenty again, finally.

He took it, but looked confused. “I thought we were enjoying ourselves.”

“No!” she said. “I mean, we were, but we shouldn’t have. There’s too much at stake.”

“What has you so worried about this now?” he asked, sitting with her, putting a comforting hand on her back.

“I talked to this girl at school who, from what I can tell, got knocked up by a guy’s precum. They were doing what we did the other day.”

“That will not happen with me,” he said. “Believe me, I’ve been married five times. You know why I moved to the States? Because back in Spain, I was in poverty from trying to keep up with all the child support payments. Every woman I’ve been with has gotten pregnant at some point. But never from that.”

This was a lot of information Amy hadn’t had before, and she found herself getting a bit hung up on the fact that every single woman he’d been with had gotten pregnant. She really was playing with fire.

“This other guy, probably he rubbed one out before he went to see the girl. That’s when it’s dangerous. He probably still had sperm cells hanging out in there from before. I never do that.” He said it with such conviction.

“Okay, hand me the blindfold and flip the coin,” she said. “But you better pull out in time.”

Knowing Alonso’s track record made her simultaneously more afraid of where this was headed in the long term, and more comfortable with taking the kind of risk today that they’d already taken in the past.

“I’ll pull out as soon as you tell me to,” he said.

She wondered what would happen if she simply didn’t tell him to. That would be a mistake, but she couldn’t be sure of herself anymore either.

Then he was in the bed lying beside her, rolling her towards him.

“Or if you’re on top, it’s up to you,” he said, guiding her up over him.

He reached down between them to guide him in for her. She could feel that he was naked inside her this time. It was a thrill, but she really did have to be careful. She started gently rolling her hips back and forth, feeling his flesh slide against her walls. He started moving in concert with her at first, his cock pressing eagerly up into her center.

She was quickly getting worked up, but she couldn’t just ride him with abandon. She had to keep paying close attention to how his body reacted to every movement of hers. But that also made it more passionate, more intense. Every move she made was calculated for its effect on herself and on him.

His tension was building, she could feel his fingers digging into her hips. She felt him swell up inside of her. She knew that to keep herself safe, this was the right moment to dismount. But pulling herself up off his cock was the hard option. It would be so easy to just not do that. Every woman he slept with wound up pregnant; she may as well enjoy it.

But then; nothing. He stopped thrusting up into her, and managed to pull himself back from the edge. Disaster averted, at least for now.

“I could’ve had you there,” he said.

“Then why didn’t you?” she asked.

He had already won, and the spoils of victory were his for the taking whenever he liked. He had pushed her to the point beyond reason where she’d willingly accept it. If not this time, then maybe the next time. It made her feel corrupted, but also it drove her wild.

“Because I’m enjoying this more,” he said. “And because when I knock you up, I want you to choose it more affirmatively than that. Otherwise, you might not keep it.”

When, not if. At his words, the orgasm that Amy was studiously keeping at bay could no longer be contained. It hit her fast and hard. She was shaking and bucking and moaning, desperately hoping that he could weather the tempest inside her. She felt her body squeezing and caressing him, betraying her.

I’m not a breeder, she reminded herself. So why does my body react this way? She remembered what he had said. She was built for it. It was sure to happen sooner or later. She was starting to wonder if maybe he was right.

When she came down from her high, she felt him approaching his again. She realized that she now had a certain power over him too. She had found a line he wouldn’t willingly cross. But she didn’t want to torture the poor man.

She realized she’d already pushed her luck much further than she should have. So when she felt him swelling up again, she pulled herself off him with great reluctance, and brought her mouth down on him. She could taste herself and his sticky, salty precum. It was a relief, because she knew what his semen tasted like, and this wasn’t it. A moment later, he put a hand on her head and exploded in her mouth.

Monday morning, her friend Jill was standing by her locker. Her flannel shirt was straining at the buttons now. “I heard about this little project of yours, through the support network.”

“Support network?” Amy asked, before she realized. Of course the teenage mothers had a club. And now that was a social circle that Jill was a member of. “Oh.”

“I’ll do an interview, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, but I don’t want my name published. I don’t want anybody knowing it was me.”

“That works for me,” Amy said. “Jill, I meant to apologize for how I reacted.”

“I can tell. You’re changing, and that’s what matters.”

Amy knew what she meant. Her interview series was an attempt to show Jill she could do better at understanding the other side of the issue. But Amy also felt like it was changing her on a more fundamental level. For god’s sake, she’d be pregnant with Alonso’s child already, if he hadn’t held back. And sooner or later, if Alonso’s predictions were true, Amy would be changing even more, as motherhood would mold her body around it.

“Tell me what happened,” Amy said, when they found a spot to talk privately in low voices.

“I thought I was doing everything right,” Jill said. “I was on the pill and Craig was good about always using condoms. But then there was one time the condom slipped off inside of me. So I had to get a morning after pill. There was another time that it tore during the act, and we didn’t find out until afterwards. Those emergency pills make me feel awful, by the way. When I missed my period, I realized that the pill wasn’t the right dose anymore. I had grown and gained weight since I got it prescribed. That time I got an abortion pill and stopped it short.”

“Wow. I had no idea,” Amy said. What she meant was, you didn’t tell me any of this at the time.

“I was ashamed, and I thought I could handle it myself,” Jill said. “It’s not something anyone has a right to know.”

Amy nodded. “So what happened differently this time?”

“Well, you know that Craig is off at college already, so we’re long distance. I was only with him the once on Thanksgiving weekend. And he wore a condom like usual. We didn’t notice anything wrong with it at the time, but it must have sprang a leak or something. I didn’t notice for like a month and a half, because I didn’t know anything had gone wrong. Maybe if I’d caught it earlier, I would have aborted again, but at this point? I’ve got a foster family lined up. I’ll give birth sometime this summer and be back on my feet for college in the fall.”

“That’s; badass, actually,” Amy said.

By now she’d heard a bunch of pregnant girls talk through their plans for how to handle it. They had each found some way to make it work. But Amy was impressed with Jill. Amy thought, when I get pregnant, that’s how I want to handle it. And then she realized where her thoughts had strayed, and she felt disgusted and ashamed with herself.

“Thanks,” Jill said. “Are you cool with this?”

“Yeah,” Amy said. “As long as you’re not recruiting me for the club.”

Amy was having a hard enough time staying out of that club as it was. She worried that with a little pressure, she might tip.

Jill laughed. “Of course not. I know you’re more of a never-ever kind of person. But I want you to know that if you ever find yourself in the family way, you can count on me. I’m here for you.”

Amy gave her a tight-lipped smile. She didn’t feel like such a never-ever kind of person anymore. She could still hear Alonso saying it was going to happen sooner or later. She had even been ready to let it happen. In the moment, she almost wanted it. That scared her, but also excited her more than she wanted to even admit to herself. Nowadays all her most explosive fantasies involved feeling her lover spread his seed deep inside her. Or waking up already pregnant with his child. She was having a lot of trouble reconciling all of this with who she thought she was, the kind of girl who would never get into that situation.

In the days after talking to Jill, Amy thought a lot about contingency plans. Whether she’d abort or carry it to term. Whether she’d keep the baby or give it away. She knew a pregnancy could take a while to detect; she might already be pregnant from the risks she’d taken with Alonso. Neither of them thought he had ejaculated inside her (if he was a reliable source), and she wasn’t 100% sure about his claim that his precum was sterile. Sure, she’d tried to put herself in the shoes of her interview subjects before, but these plans weren’t just thought exercises anymore.

But also she felt bad for Jill. Jill hadn’t even realized in the moment that she was taking a risk. To Amy that seemed like being cheated out of the opportunity to choose it in the moment. When she got pregnant, she wanted to know it was happening.

And as she said, Jill had done everything right, and life still found a way. It had been an uphill battle for Jill to stay childless, and eventually she had to surrender. Amy wondered how long she could fight that battle herself. Or if she should even try.

Amy counted ahead. If she got pregnant before the end of senior year, she might have to skip a year of college. But that’d be fine. Lots of kids took a gap year.

The next time she went over to Alonso’s house, she told him, “We don’t have to flip the coin anymore, unless you want to.”

“Really? What changed?” he asked.

“I’m not pregnant, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said. Not yet, anyway. Though they were both obsessed with it apparently. “You’ve proven that I can trust you when it matters most.”

She knew she might be overselling the extent of his virtue and judgement and self-control, but she wanted it to be true. And she didn’t want it to all be on her all the time.

“So the training wheels are off?”

She nodded and smiled. “Oh, the training wheels are all the way off.”

He climbed onto the bed with her and kissed her. He kissed her all the time, but this felt different. She wasn’t his pupil anymore. She was an equal now in his eyes.

He kissed his way down her body, making her shiver and writhe. This wasn’t a big change. They’d be doing basically the same thing as before, but with her eyes open for once. But they both knew there probably wasn’t going to be any coming back from this. Amy wasn’t sure he’d wear a condom with her ever again, and she was having trouble regretting that like she would have before.

He tongued her clit until she squeezed his head between her thighs and her hips bucked uncontrollably. When he finally let up, his face was smeared with her juices, and she could feel much more where that came from.

“You know you’re ovulating, right?” he asked.

“What?”

“Your juices are stickier this time of the month. You also get hornier, and more willing to take risks,” he said. “You didn’t know?”

She blinked. It was news to her, and yet it explained so much. “No, I, ”

It was something she hadn’t noticed about herself, but it was also valuable information about how this could play out. She’d be at her most fertile today. It meant the risks they took would be riskier, but it also meant that if she decided to get pregnant, there’d be a higher risk of it happening when she intended it to. She thought about Jill getting knocked up without even knowing it at the time. That wasn’t how Amy wanted it to go for her.

“I didn’t mean to kill the mood,” Alonso said, moving up on top of her.

Before he could press his weight down on her, she rolled the two of them over. Sitting atop his crotch, she guided his bare cock into herself. Knowingly, willingly, without a doubt. She knew there was a time when she would’ve never done such a thing, but something in her was broken now, or maybe it had just been reshaped into something new. It added a wicked delight to every sensation as she rolled her hips.

“No, just the opposite, actually,” she said.

She let herself seek her own pleasure for a while in pressing her clit against his pubic bone, but she wasn’t the only one.

“Dios mio, Amy,” Alonso swore, struggling to hold himself back.

“I thought it was cheating for you to warn me,” she said.

“We’re not

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“Okay, everyone open your textbooks to chapter three, please.” Miss

Sunny’s hand shot into the air and she waved it around, eagerly.

“I’ll go first, Miss Banks!” she offered.

“Okay, Sunny.” Miss Banks waved her up. “David, why don’t you join her. Both of you come to the front.”

Sunny and David made their way to the front of the room and Miss Banks pulled out a blanket, spreading out on the ground.

“I’ll have you two demonstrate the cowgirl position. Not to be

Sunny smiled at David and pulled him over to the blanket.

“Take off your pants, David.” She urged. “And then lay down.”

Undoing his pants, David dropped them and stepped out of the legs,

“Class, come gather around so that you can all get a better view.” Miss Banks said.

The students all rose from their seats and moved to the front,

Sunny let him take over, pushing and pulling her head to his heart’s

Not wanting him to finish too quickly, Sunny tapped on his side,

His testosterone pumping, David’s hands came up to Sunny’s wide hips

Moaning and letting herself adjust to the instantaneous insertion,

Shifting her hips to adjust the angle of his penis inside of her,

Sunny’s orgasm was visible and vocal. Her whole body quaked and

Coming down, panting and her legs now tired, Sunny stopped bouncing

As Sunny’s muscles became increasingly worn out from the constant

Holding Sunny tight to his body, David began to thrust up into her.

“M-Miss Banks…” she panted. “C…Can you spank me? Please…slap my butt. Just once. Please!”

Concealing her smile and maintaining a mask of tranquility, Miss

“Again!” she gasped. “Please!”

The second smack sent her over the edge. She screamed and closed her

Feeling the first hot stream splash inside her, Sunny pressed herself

Both of them heaving and basking in the afterglow of their finale,

Uncrossing her arms, Miss Banks gave a clap, encouraging the other

“Very well done!” she praised. “Both of you did excellent. Great

Andrea’s mood soured as she heard that last sentence. Doggy style was

Still, not willing to draw the ire of her teacher, Andrea reluctantly

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Miss Andrea?” she demanded.

Andrea looked back, confused and unsure what she was talking about.

She spun around on her knees and Chris stepped up to her, his cock

Chris didn’t care, though. He could tell that the stuck-up Andrea was

“That’s enough of that.” Chris sighed, dropping to a knee behind her.

Reaching beneath her skirt, he felt around her waist in a vague

Chuckling to himself, Chris pulled her tiny panties to the side and

That was all the invitation he needed. Lining up his cock, he gave a

Finally, Andrea felt his tip connect against her cervix and his groin

Andrea could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, despite her best

She yelped as Chris’s hand wrapped itself in her hair, yanking her

This orgasm was far more intense than any she had achieved through

Even as her climax was winding down, Chris began to speed up. Her

Spurred on by Chris’s increased movements, Andrea’s second orgasm

Pushing Andrea’s skirt up onto her back, Chris gazed down at her

Andrea had been skeptical at best when Sunny had reached orgasm from

When orgasm number three struck Andrea, her mind dissolved into

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It was a Friday night with nothing else going on, and Amy was hanging out at her friend Jill’s house.

“Now that we’re in the home stretch here, we should let loose a little,” Amy said. They were both admitted to college, and sure to graduate high school.

“You mean like have affairs with older Casanova’s?” Jill teased.

Amy laughed. Jill knew that Alonso, who had been her Spanish tutor, had become something more. Amy told Jill one version of it, anyway.

“I meant maybe we should raid your dad’s liquor cabinet,” Amy said.

“I can’t,” Jill said quickly.

When she didn’t elaborate, Amy asked, “Not in the mood for a drink?”

A longer pause. Then Jill explained quietly, “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” Amy’s world came to a screeching halt.

Sure, this kind of thing happened to other girls sometimes, but that was other girls. Not girls like Amy. She’d had it drilled into her all her life that there was a narrow path to success in this world, and not a lot of room for error. And a teenage pregnancy would definitely count as an error. And an unforced error at that. It wasn’t that Amy was ashamed of sex or didn’t enjoy it herself, but;

“All you had to do is take precautions,” Amy said. “It’s so simple. How could you?”

Jill was supposed to be one of the good ones, like her. Sure, she’d been hooking up with Dave, but how could she be so stupid? Amy felt dizzy and nauseous herself.

“What the fuck?” Amy said, finding herself shouting.

“‘What the fuck’ is right,” Jill said, blinking away tears. “I know it’s a surprise, but this isn’t something happening to you.”

“Not happening to me? I’m losing my best friend!” Amy said, getting up off the floor. She couldn’t sit still, not while this was happening.

“Maybe you are,” Jill said. “I; I think you should go.”

Amy rushed out, not because she needed permission or needed to be told, but because she didn’t know how to handle this.

It was a mile walk home, which helped her unwind, but didn’t really clear her head. If Jill was going to get an abortion, then maybe it wasn’t that big a deal. But if she wasn’t willing to drink, that meant she had other plans. Plans she must have been hiding from her. Amy wondered how long this situation had already been going on. How long Jill had kept it a secret from her already. She didn’t think Jill looked pregnant yet, but now she wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t sure of anything. It had rattled her whole worldview.

When she went to school the next day, and it seemed like pregnancy was everywhere she looked. There were a couple girls with rounded bellies that stood out in the hallway. For girls that had already given birth, there was even a lactation room for them to use, repurposed from a supply closet. She saw a couple girls queuing outside it, waiting for their turn.

She had kind of taken it for granted that this kind of thing happened. But now it was hitting close to home, and it seemed almost like an epidemic that was catching. Amy had heard of “baby fever” where spending time around pregnant women made you more fertile. She started to fear that at some point the school as a whole would reach a tipping point, where there’d be no stopping the trend.

“What’s your next story going to be?” Barb, the head of the school paper asked her, in school the next day. “Amy?”

“Oh. Right,” Amy said, trying to refocus. “Have any of you noticed how many girls in our school get pregnant?”

“Sure,” her classmate Bill said. “It happens, and we’re a large school with a slightly higher than average rate of teen pregnancy, so there’s definitely a few around.”

“I; I just don’t understand it,” Amy said with frustration. She felt guilty about how she reacted to Jill’s news, but Jill was avoiding her today, and Amy wasn’t ready to make up yet. She realized she needed to work on herself first. “Like, how could you let that happen to you?”

“Not everyone 'lets it happen’,” Maria said across the table.

“I know that rape is a problem, but most of the pregnancies around here aren’t from that, or we’d see more boys getting charged.”

“You can’t know that for sure,” Maria said. “It often goes unreported.”

“I don’t think it’s as simple as you think,” Bill said.

“Well I think it is,” Amy said, trying not to get too wound up. “So I want to understand why it happens. I’m thinking, an interview series with girls who are pregnant or have been in the past.”

Bard said, “Okay. It’s a touchy subject, so tread carefully. I look forward to reading your piece when it’s done.”

After school, Amy went over to Alonso’s house. He had been tutoring her in Spanish, up until she aced the AP exam and then finally gave herself permission to kiss him. That ended their tutoring relationship, and started the relationship they had now.

He answered the door in a bathrobe, and brought her in quickly. She’d been eighteen when they first kissed, but he was still self-conscious about being seen with her. And it wasn’t like Amy was going to introduce him to her mother or anything. What they had was raw and physical. Except for the “raw” part.

In his bedroom, she took off her shirt, and he embraced her from behind, kissing her on the back of her neck as his hands reached around for her breasts. It made her breath catch every time.

He undid her pants as she leaned back, melting into him. She could feel his cock pressing against her from behind. She climbed onto the bed and paused on all fours, and asked, “Is this how you want me?”

“No foreplay?” he asked.

“I’m in a wild mood today,” she said.

“Training wheels on or off?” he asked.

She reached down and fished a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket, and put it on the nightstand. This was part of their arrangement from the start.

He knew she was a virgin while he was; the exact opposite. He considered sex with a condom to be just practice for the real thing. And while he had enjoyed tutoring her, he wasn’t going to tutor her for free. So when she wanted him to use a condom, she had to pay. She could hardly complain about the education he was giving her, but it was becoming harder to find the money.

Now when she felt him pressing into her from behind, she asked to double check, “Is it on?”

Alonso chuckled softly to himself. “Let’s consider this a teachable moment. I want you to focus on how it feels, and see if you can tell for yourself.”

After all thinking about Jill and seeing all the other pregnant girls at school that day, and thinking about her assignment, Amy wanted to be certain. She resented being denied that, but for the moment she played along.

She focused on where they were in contact, his flared cock head pressing into the opening of her vagina. Even just that little bit of him was an intense pressure inside of her; sometimes she couldn’t take the full length of him. It felt so, so good, and made her hunger to feel him push deeper into her. Of course that would be a mistake if he wasn’t wearing protection. She wanted to push her hips back against him; it took all her resolve not to. Not yet. But even when she tried to analyze everything she was feeling down there, she couldn’t tell. It felt like it always did, although concentrating on it made it more intense.

Would he really penetrate her bareback? She didn’t think so, not when she was paying him, but she couldn’t be entirely sure. Guys pulled this kind of trick all the time, and she couldn’t count on Alonso being better than them. Which meant that even this contact of his tip to her hole was dangerous. Her heart was starting to race.

“I don’t know, okay?” she said, feeling defeated and inadequate.

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly. “You don’t have any basis of comparison. Someday you will. We can try that whenever you’re ready.”

She didn’t like the fact that she couldn’t tell. It worried her, even now, that he could slip it off and she might not even know.

“Okay,” she said. “Show me.”

She felt feverish and tense. She almost jumped when she felt him nudge against her again. Just the tip, barely inside of her, and he stopped there, letting her feel it.

He felt bigger, if she wasn’t fooling herself. And the friction between them was; different. She could feel more of the flare of his cock’s head.

“More,” she said.

He slid more of his shaft into her. She was incredibly wet, fitting him in more easily than usual, even though he definitely felt bigger without a condom on. And then he stopped there, letting her savor the sensations. This was different, and she was relieved that she could tell the difference so clearly. Even so, it made her aware of what she’d been missing out on all this time. She knew she was lucky he wasn’t actively fucking her, because she wasn’t sure she’d want to stop.

His cock pulsed inside her, and Amy recognized that. Whenever she was sucking or jacking him off, his cock would do that sometimes, and a drip of precum would glide down from the top. Feeling that happen inside her was a reminder that this wasn’t safe. She had already gotten carried away, but she had to stop it there. She pulled away, and even the feeling of his shaft on its way out of her was delicious.

“You want the condom back on?” he asked. “Or another blind test?”

“Back on, please,” she said, desperate now for relief.

When he slid into her again, she could tell he had the condom on again. It paled in comparison, but for better or worse, it got her mind off the risks involved. Though as they fucked, she kept thinking with disbelief that she’d actually let him put it in her bare. What if that was all it took?

She was worked up already, and fast approaching her climax. But Alonso reached his first, maybe worked up by their little transgression. Amy could feel it when he filled up the reservoir tip inside her; she wondered how that part would feel without the condom, but that would definitely be going too far. A surefire recipe for baby batter.

Knowing she was close, he kept thrusting into her, and she didn’t want to stop, but she kept thinking about what would happen if the condom slipped off now. If that happened, it would be too late by the time either of them realized what happened.

“I can’t. I can’t,” she said, pulling herself off his cock. To her relief, the condom was still on and still holding all of his load, as far as she could tell anyway.

“Not a problem,” he said. “You lie down, I’ll take care of the rest.”

He spread her legs and brought his mouth to her crotch. Soon she writhed and whimpered, but it was bittersweet. It wasn’t the kind of climax she wanted most.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked afterwards. “Why you’re so paranoid about this today?”

She explained about Jill, and her story for the paper, and all the other pregnant girls, and how she worried it might be catching, but also saw no excuse for not taking simple precautions.

“So what?” Alonso said. “Women get pregnant all the time. It’s not right or wrong. It’s a natural process. It just happens sometimes.”

“Well, not to me, if I can help it,” she said. Alonso laughed at that. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just,” he gestured to her form, up and down. “Look at you. Thick thighs. Wide hips. Plump breasts. You’re built for it. It’s going to happen, sooner or later.”

The way he was looking at her made her feel sexy, but what he was saying scared her. And she worried he might get carried away if they continued down this train of thought. They both might get carried away.

“I’ve got to go,” she said, getting dressed.

“Don’t be ashamed. It’s what I’m attracted to,” he said.

At lunch the next day, Amy sat down next to Helen, who was gorging herself on peanut butter. Helen’s dowdy clothes did little to hide the almost spherical bulge underneath.

“It’s Helen, right?” Amy said. “I’m doing a story on the teen moms in our school. I wondered if you might share how you ended up; uh; pregnant.” It sounded more awkward out loud.

“Glad to talk about it!” Helen said. “I’m just so proud to be bringing this little one into the world. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Her attitude was utterly foreign to Amy. “So you got pregnant on purpose?”

“Well of course! I would only ever have sex for the sake of procreation,” Helen said. “The only sin involved here is that Zeke and I consummated our marriage a little early.”

“Oh, congratulations! When did you get engaged?” Amy asked.

She was getting the sense that this conversation wasn’t going to do anything to help her understand what goes into an accidental pregnancy, and thought Helen wouldn’t want to get into the juicy details anyway.

Helen blushed. “Funny story, we did get engaged before we conceived, but; well; it was a matter of seconds.”

Her words painted a clear picture in Amy’s mind. Helen and Zeke, conjoined and about to knowingly make a baby, and committing to marriage in that moment. She couldn’t picture herself doing that, but it did have a certain allure. Maybe someday, with the right guy.

That Friday, Amy turned her room upside down looking for cash. She had to have a twenty here somewhere. She couldn’t be dead broke, could she? She couldn’t keep asking her mom for cash without explaining where it was going. Otherwise maybe it was time to get a job. But not in time to meet up with Alonso that afternoon.

As she went to Alonso’s place, she reasoned that there were plenty of other things they could do, rather than risk it. But even after he ate her out, she found herself wanting more.

“Come on, can’t we just skip the twenty dollars?” she asked. “Or you could spot me. I’ll have it soon.”

He ran a finger close to her nipple, keeping her aroused. “If you go into debt with me, the conditions might be more than you’re expecting.”

He was right. The glint in his eye made it clear that he would use her how he wanted if she gave him that opportunity. And then all her money spent on condoms would be effectively down the drain. It scared her, but she also felt her hips shift of their own accord, eager for that punishment.

“How about this. We could play a round of roulette for free. Fifty-fifty odds. What do you think?”

Oh god, he had her on edge, and he was asking her to leave her fate entirely to chance. Better than nothing, she supposed. She felt her pussy becoming absolutely soaked.

“You know that letting you ejaculate inside me is something I can’t afford. That would cost me a lot more than twenty dollars.”

“What do you mean, 'let me’? When I ejaculate inside you, it’ll be your choice as much as mine.”

There was a lot to unpack there. 'When’? Like it was inevitably going to happen? And Amy wasn’t so sure it’d be intentional. It could be accidental for them both.

He got up and handed her a blindfold. Funny, how he had that handy. “We can stop whenever you want.”

So she could take the fifty-fifty odds, and if she could tell that he wasn’t wearing a condom, she could call it off.

“Fine, I’ll play your game,” she said, tying on the blindfold. “Will you warn me when you’re about to cum?”

“That would be cheating, would it not?” he replied. “Trust your instincts. You know what my tells are by now.”

Lying on her back on the bed, she heard a coin flip, and if he was tearing open a condom wrapper, she didn’t hear him do it. Soon she felt the bed shift as he joined her on it, and she reached out, finding him by touch. It was a new thrill, discovering the shape of his body all over again like this.

He kissed her shoulder, her collarbone. It was like he was everywhere at once, she couldn’t predict where he’d kiss her next. The heat was radiating from him as he loomed over her, close enough that she could feel the thin line of hair down past his belly button. And then there was the pressure, aimed perfectly true, pressing her open for him.

As he crossed that threshold again, she remembered what it felt like before, both of the ways it felt, and she was pretty sure this time he was wearing a condom. He pressed into her depths, to where she had to stretch to accommodate him. The air left her lungs and she felt like she was never going to get it back.

“Mm, I can’t believe we waited this long to do it this way,” he muttered in her ear. She could hear the smile.

“You mean blindfolded?” she asked.

“I mean raw. Unprotected. I always knew it was going to happen eventually,” he said.

Her rational mind was repulsed at the thought, and all that came along with it. But it also gave her an unexpected thrill. But; he had to be psyching her out, right? She was pretty sure he was wearing protection; unless that was just wishful thinking.

“Hang on,” she said, and he stopped thrusting into her, but he was still there, tantalizing her. “You are wearing a condom, right?”

Inside her, his cock spasmed as if in response. It would be weeping precum, which could be carrying a few of his sperm.

“Amy, I can’t tell you that,” he said.

She was almost sure she could feel the ring of latex at the bottom of the condom. Almost.

“I know you are. I guessed correctly, so now there’s no harm in confirming it,” she said.

“Oh? That’s your guess?” he asked. “We can stop anytime you like. Heck, you can take off the blindfold anytime you like. Either way, it’s game over.”

“Come on, that’s not fair,” she said.

“Fair? I’ve played by your rules for months. This is a compromise,” he said.

If he wasn’t playing by her rules, did that mean he was breaking them? He started moving in her again, and it was a struggle to hang on to conscious thought.

“But you’re trying to get me to believe you’re not wearing a condom right now. If I that’s true, we have to stop. Are you trying to convince me to stop?”

“No, I want you to be honest with you

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“Hi, Samantha!” Sunny greeted as the black-haired girl entered the room. “How were your morning classes?”

“Fine.” Samantha rasped, swiftly walking to her seat, and dropping her bag.

“Oh, wow.” Sunny came to stand next to her desk. “You sound terrible! What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I don’t know!” Samantha snapped, turning to face Tanner. “Maybe

Tanner just shrugged and lounged in his seat.

“Guilty.” He said in a bored tone.

“And someone else, held me down while he did it!” she directed this to Andrea.

“Oh, stuff it, Morticia!” Andrea retorted. “I just did what I was told to do.”

“Yeah, well, it’s your turn today, missy.” Samantha grinned

She shrunk in her seat and put on a mockingly sweet tone.

“Oh, please, Miss Banks! Let me pin Andrea down while she gets her

Andrea just rolled her eyes, but a cold pit was forming in her

Chris and Daniel were the last to enter the classroom. Daniel reached

“You left this in comp class.” He said, placing it on her desk.

“Thanks.” She muttered.

“Jesus, are you sick or something?” Chris asked. “Why is you voice so sore?”

Samantha threw up her hands, exasperated, and curled her fist in front of her face, miming a vigorous blowjob in answer.

“Lemon tea and honey!” Sunny snapped her fingers. “I was trying to

“How am I not surprised that you have a remedy for something like that?” Andrea sniffed.

“Well, duh, because I didn’t want to be sounding like I’m on my third pack of cigarettes every day.” Sunny replied.

Andrea just shook her head in awe of Sunny’s airheaded attitude and

“Good morning, class.” She said, setting her briefcase down on the desk. “How’s everyone today?”

The students all echoed greetings as Miss Banks did a quick headcount to make sure everyone was present.

“And Miss Samantha?” she turned to the girl. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Fantastic.” Samantha replied, her voice gravelly.

“Great.” Miss Banks smiled. “Well, yesterday I gave the girls an

A knock came at the door and Miss Banks hurried over to open it. A

“Great timing!” Miss Banks said. “Glad you were able to make it.

She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow when David slowly lifted his hand.

“David?” She called on him.

“He’s a pornstar.” David offered, looking somewhat sheepish.

“Very good!” Miss Banks praised. “Yes, I’m sure most of you have seen

She turned and fixed her gaze on Andrea, who shrunk a bit in her seat.

“Miss Andrea.” She addressed her. “Please join us at the front of the room.”

Swallowing nervously, Andrea rose from her seat and went to the front to stand there, her hands clasped in front of her.

“You’ll be performing your examination on Rick.” Miss Banks

Rock removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, laying them both

“Go on, Andrea.” She chastised. “Don’t make our guest wait all day. We have much to get done today. Get on your knees.”

She strode up behind the girl and put her hands on Andrea’s

“There.” She said. “Now unzip his pants and get started.”

Andrea forced her hands to move and fumbled around the crotch of his

“Good.” Miss Banks encouraged. “Does he feel fully engorged?”

Andrea nodded. She could feel her teacher’s large breasts pushing into her back.

“All right.” Miss Banks continued. “Then put it in your mouth.”

Leaning forward, Andrea tentatively stuck out her tongue, touching it

“Keep going. A little deeper and add some suction.” She instructed.

Andrea moved in, taking more between her lips. She did as she was

“Don’t forget to use your hands.” Miss Banks reminded her. “If you

Andrea nodded with his cock still in her mouth and timidly reached up

She managed to get two inches in before her mouth was full, and the

“You’re not stroking. Don’t simply hold onto him, you need to put

She reached her arm around Andrea and took hold of her wrist, guiding

Withdrawing to cough, she sniffled and blinked the forming tears

“Okay, we have a clear baseline.” She noted. “You’re definitely as

Andrea nodded, relieved that she was done, and shuffled to the side,

Moaning and focusing on cumming as quickly as possible so that she

Gripping his muscular gluts, Miss Banks pulled him into her on every

When she released him from her lips, she looked perfect and proper.

“I hope you were watching closely.” She told the girl. “I’ll be

Andrea thanked Rick, who smiled kindly at her, and hurried back to her seat. Sunny leaned toward her when she sat down.

“Wow, that was a huge cock!” she whispered.

“I know. Shut up.” Andrea hissed back.

“What did it taste like?” Sunny ignored her request. “Did you count

“Yeah, I get it.” Andrea retorted. “You’re a slut. Now shut up, please.”

“Ladies.” They both straightened and closed their mouths as Miss

“No, Miss Banks.” They spoke in tandem.

“Good. In that case, it’s time to move on to the boys. I want to get

Miss Banks walked behind her desk and retrieved her chair, wheeling

“Girls, just because this is for the males, doesn’t mean you can zone

She held up the bottle of lube to show the class.

“This is a flavored lubricant.” She explained. “Unless your partner

Unzipping Tanner’s pants and undoing his belt, she slid them down his

When she had enough, she began working her hand and spreading around

Reaching between his legs with her other hand, Miss Banks closed her

Changing up her method, she dropped his balls altogether and brought

Sure enough, a few minutes later, she spotted his balls twitch and

When his climax began to falter and his shots became smaller and

“Ten minutes.” She noted. “Almost eleven. Very impressive, Tanner.

The blonde broke her stare off of Tanner’s dick and snapped her attention to her teacher.

“Yes, Miss Banks.” She answered.

“Go into the top left drawer of my desk.” She instructed. “There’s a

“Yes, Miss Banks!” Sunny nodded.

She hurried to the desk and retrieved the folded towels from where

“Daniel, you’re up next.” Miss Banks continued on with the class. “Please come take a seat for me.”

Daniel rose and headed up to the front. At his teacher’s direction,

With his shaft good and slick, she began the exact same process as

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To his surprise, Chris woke up in Mary’s bedroom again. He had gone to sleep on that bed, after fingering Mary’s clit to one last orgasm, thinking it was his last chance ever to experience a female orgasm. Though he honestly wasn’t very good at it yet, and nearly didn’t get there on his own. If only Mary had a dildo or a vibrator handy, but no, she was a good Christian girl, or at least she had been when this whole mix-up started.

At first, when Chris woke up and saw the pillowy outlines of Mary’s breasts, he was distraught. They had recited the same spell again. Surely it should have put Chris back into his own body, or at least one of the others’. But no, somehow he’d ended up in Mary’s body twice in a row. He wondered if the spell had worked at all the second time, or if it just hadn’t worked for him. At the very least, it meant Mary wasn’t back to being herself yet either.

But feeling those pillowy breasts with his hands, the nipples firming up against the night shirt, Chris started to warm to the prospect of one more day as a woman. Maybe yesterday he had woken up as a girl, but he was a woman now, having been fucked twice in the school bathroom. Chris knew he was going to be enjoying those memories for a long time to come, even though through the bathroom door he had been able to hear the other kids laughing about what was going on. Laughing that Mary was actually having sex (even though it was actually Chris). Laughing that Chris was fucking her (even though that had actually been Theresa).

One more day, Chris thought. He could be okay with one more day in a female body. Just one more, and then hopefully everything goes back to normal. The longer he spent in Mary’s body, the more normal it felt, and that worried him. He was starting to see things the way she did, feel things the way she did. Was he becoming more female? He wasn’t sure where his mind ended and her body began.

What if he were stuck as Mary for the rest of his life? He’d already been careless with her body the day before, letting two men cum inside Mary’s snatch. Letting wasn’t the right word. He had encouraged it. He had enjoyed it. But if this went on, if this body was going to be Chris’s long term, he had to be more responsible with it, or it’d be him pushing out a baby at age 19. As it was, he might end up being the one telling Mary to push.

When he had woken up yesterday he had been a virgin. He had been a good Christian boy, though at 18, “boy” didn’t seem quite right. It was all changing so fast. In a way, if Mary was pregnant with his baby, Chris felt a little cheated. Yes he’d taken part in making that baby. Yes he’d felt the seed when it entered into him. But he’d still feel cheated for not being the one spilling that seed, even though the seed was his.

But he’d also taken Paul’s cock inside Mary’s womb, because it had been Mary behind Paul’s eyes. He looked back on that now with a mix of arousal and disbelief and disgust at the idea of feeling his brother’s erection move inside him, even if it had felt extraordinary.

“Mary! Breakfast now or never!” Mary’s mother shouted from the kitchen. Chris startled, realizing he’d been getting himself worked up, when he should have been getting dressed. Mary’s mother hadn’t noticed a thing the previous day, but Chris had kept his mouth shut around her. Speaking of mouths, his mind went back to that kiss with Mary; no, he had to focus on getting dressed.

Again he downed a glass of OJ and a buttered toast and ran for the bus, slowed down by the bounce in Mary’s cleavage. He spent his first class of the day in a daze. He hadn’t run into any of his friends yet, since they all had different classes for first period. Mary was in a higher-level physics class than Chris was, and it was all over his head anyway, he had no hope of keeping up.

Between classes, he ducked into the bathroom to relieve himself, since he had forgotten to, when he had hurried out the door. This time he remembered to go into the ladies’ room.

Afterwards, he couldn’t help it, as soon as he started touching himself down there, he got carried away, heedless of the little yelps escaping his clenched teeth. He was trying to quickly reach an orgasm to get some relief, but he was still figuring out how it all worked by trial and error, and when he was impatient, his fingers tended to go too hard, too fast.

Then he was interrupted by a knock on the stall door. Chris quickly pulled up his sweatpants and opened the stall door. In front of him was Theresa.

“Hey, it’s me, Mary,” she said, with Theresa’s voice. With Theresa’s slightly more slender build, and hair that gracefully curved at the shoulder. Chris prided himself on still being attracted to women.

“I’m you again,” Chris said, and then had to explain. “I’m Chris.”

“Oh,” Mary said, taking a second to think things through. “Look, that problem you were dealing with. Maybe I could help?” Mary said with a sly smile.

“You would do that?” Chris asked. He wasn’t sure where this was headed, but he was dying to find out.

“If it’ll keep you out of trouble, sure,” Mary said. “But not here. Let’s go to the wrestling room. It’s not being used during this period.”

They snuck through the halls together. As seniors on the verge of graduating from this high school, no one would think twice about the two of them cutting a class. When they got to the wrestling room, Mary flipped on the lights, revealing the padded floor, the wall to wall mirror. Fortunately the door had a lock on the inside.

Mary stepped close to Chris, and leaned in. Theresa was slightly taller, her neck a little longer, so Chris had to angle his head up to meet her lips. It was Chris’s first time kissing a girl actually, and even though he had cherished when Mary had kissed him the day before, it had been tainted because she had kissed him with Paul’s lips.

Chris started to take the initiative, slipping his hands up under Mary’s sweater, unclasping her bra. He was getting more practice with that. Mary gasped as Chris’s hands slid across her chest, and stomach, reaching around her back and pulling her close. Hearing her gasp like that was a thrill, a sign he was doing something right. But soon Mary started undressing him. He tried to even the score, and got her to take off that sweater at least, but soon Mary had him down to just panties. And she slid those down off his hips without hesitation, because they were in fact her hips, her panties, and nothing that lay underneath was unfamiliar to her.

Chris lay back on the wrestling mat, as Mary climbed over and around him, kissing his neck, kissing those pillowy breasts, kissing a ticklish line down his stomach, kissing those thick thighs. Chris paid attention as closely as he could, knowing that Mary was showing him exactly what she liked, knowing that in her body, Chris would like it too.

At last Mary reached Chris’s slit. Or it was really Mary’s slit, though at this point Chris had experienced things with it that Mary never had. Chris felt her hot breath before he felt the teasing lick along his swollen lips, and then between them, where the moisture was building up, where the pressure was mounting. Mary’s hand gripped the muscle of his leg as she carefully slid her tongue across his clit. Again, her caressing tongue felt electric against his sensitive nub, and the next time she teased his hole as well.

Unlike Chris, Mary knew what she was doing, and despite how gently, patiently she was building him up to it, Chris was soon approaching an orgasm like none he had experienced yet.

“Oh god! I’m about to cum!” he gasped. He reached down and could just barely grasp the top of Mary’s head, trying to press it into his crotch that much more, not that Mary needed the encouragement. He lifted his hips to meet her mouth, and then lost all control. His hips bucked, his knees shook, and he couldn’t seem to get a good breath, as the orgasm lit him up from head to toe.

Mary hung tightly to him through the storm of his ecstasy. Only when he stopped writhing and trying to fuck her face did she let go. When she stopped eating him out, he collapsed on the wrestling mat, his sweaty back sticking to the vinyl. Mary leaned up, grinning with pride. Chris felt about ready to pass out, though he knew it wouldn’t be wise to do so naked in the wrestling room. They’d lucked out so far, and hadn’t been disturbed, but that wouldn’t last.

Chris still hoped this would be his last day of being a woman. But he was glad he’d been granted this second day in Mary’s body, because otherwise he would have missed out on what had just happened.

Mary licked her lips. She’d tasted her juices before; who hadn’t? But this was different. Knowing exactly what would work on her body, she had brought Chris to a humongous orgasm. Mary felt good about that for multiple reasons. If Chris was sexually satisfied, hopefully he wouldn’t fuck anyone else. And she was hoping that she and Chris would pair off in the end, and giving him an intense orgasm probably helped ensure that. And lastly, since she had shown Chris what her body liked, maybe he would reciprocate sometime, when this was all over.

It hadn’t done much for herself though, leaving her feverish with arousal and dripping wet. But that was okay. Mary had other plans for Theresa’s body today. She was still mad at Theresa for everything she’d done yesterday. First Theresa had lied to her, and claimed to be Chris. Then Theresa (in Chris’s body) had fucked Mary’s body unprotected, taking Mary’s virginity in the process and possibly knocking her up. That had been a double betrayal, because she had tricked Chris into it, and she’d gotten to have sex with Chris first. And Mary resented that Theresa had possibly gotten her pregnant without Mary getting to feel what that was like. Now in Theresa’s body, Mary had the perfect chance to turn the tables.

She gathered up the clothes that Chris had taken off of her, and started getting dressed again.

“Oh right,” Chris said. “Should I take a morning-after pill, because of yesterday? I thought I could just leave it for you to figure out today, but; ”

Mary froze for a second. On one hand, the contraceptive would be just one sin to add to her tally, and she wasn’t planning to settle up with God until all of this was over. On the other hand, she wasn’t certain whether she wanted it or not. Maybe having a baby from what happened yesterday would be appropriate punishment for it. Or maybe; it would take a paternity test to sort out which brother’s sperm had done it, and Chris would probably do the right thing by her regardless. Maybe having a baby would be a blessing.

“Don’t worry about it, I can sort it out tomorrow,” she said. Though she knew that things might be back to normal tomorrow, or they might not, if today was any indication. If she didn’t take the pill tomorrow, things could be too far along already by the time she could. But she had another day to sort out her feelings on the matter.

Chris was getting dressed as well, but Mary knelt down behind him to help get the bra back on. With that done, she gave him a kiss on the mouth, juices still on her chin, and left.

At lunch time, Mary found Paul outside at a picnic table.

“Paul?” she asked cautiously.

“Yeah, it’s really me,” he replied. “I can’t believe I ended up back in my own body, given what happened to everybody else.”

“Same here,” Mary lied, letting him think that she was Theresa through and through.

“Oh you ended up back where you started too?”

“Yeah,” Mary said. “I feel bad for Chris and Mary. But they’re sure to be sorted out tonight. Third try’s the charm.”

“Theresa, I’m sorry that I gave your virginity away, and I’m sorry that it was with Mary,” Paul said.

“I get it, I wasn’t in my right mind either,” Mary joked. “And um; the only thing I regret about that is that I wasn’t there to experience it. So do you think; would you want to try it again, but from the other point of view?”

He got up from the picnic table eagerly and chucked the remains of his lunch into the trash bin. Mary took him by the hand, entwining her fingers with his. To pull this off, she had to be convincing, without reservation. She pulled him over to a storage shed. Putting her shoulder into it, she pushed the door open. It was musty and dark inside, but it was private, and had enough space for them to do their thing.

Mary turned to Paul, putting her arms around his neck and hissed him hungrily. That hunger was real, she’d been feeling it since she woke up, and had intensified it when she ate Chris out; eating out her own snatch. In no time, they stripped off all their clothes, and Mary had Paul lay down on the hard floor. She knelt between his legs and gave his erection a lick.

But that wasn’t all she wanted out of him. She moved up, straddling his waist, making out with him again, pressing her crotch down on his until she felt the nudge of his member against her.

“Hey, do you have those condoms I bought for you?” Paul asked breathlessly.

“No, I threw them all out. I don’t believe in contraception, remember?”

“You didn’t believe in sex before marriage either, until yesterday.”

“Like you said, until yesterday,” Mary said, trying to shut him up with a kiss. She reached down and lined the head of his cock up with her slit, pressing just the tip to her hole. She could tell how eager he was, his hips rising to penetrate her just a bit.

“You could get pregnant from this,” Paul said, though his body had fewer reservations about it.

“I know,” Mary said, as she sank down on him, taking more of him within her. “I’m counting on it.”

“Oh my god,” Paul moaned, and Mary moaned right along with him. She’d never felt this before, never felt a cock sliding in and out of her, let alone one bearing life-sparking seed. Riding on top of him, she could control just how slow or fast they went, just how deep he slid into her, and just how much of him she let slide out again.

“Oh Theresa! Are you sure about this?” Paul asked. “This is for real. This is oh so real.”

“Yesterday was real too,” Mary said, as if she was one to talk. Paul had played it relatively safe the day before. “I; I’m cumming!” She said, as it almost took her by surprise.

“Ung,” he grunted, as he felt her vaginal walls contract around him. But Mary knew he hadn’t cum yet, because she’d know for sure when he did. She stopped for a moment, sitting heavily on his lap and letting her orgasm run its course before she began riding him again.

He had held out through her orgasm, which was more than she had expected, but it wasn’t long after that, when his breaths turned to gasps, and she started to feel his rod swelling inside her.

“Theresa, are you sure you want my sperm inside you?” he managed to ask, but Mary could tell he didn’t have long to decide.

“Oh Paul, yes! I want it!” Mary urged him on, close to another climax. “Make me pregnant! Make me yours forever!”

She felt him swell up even more, his arms around her tightening, the head of his cock pushing as deep into her as he could get.

“Oh Theresa!” he cried, as his semen first shot out and deep into her, coating Theresa’s cunt.

Mary finally got to feel a man cumming inside her, and it was everything and more. Every time she felt him swell inside her, his flesh expanding outward against hers, her whole body, Theresa’s body, squeezed back against him, contracting, constricting, convulsing as she felt him pour more of himself into her, until she’d taken all he had to give.

Then Mary collapsed on him, spent and full at the same time. Her knees felt wobbly and limp against the gritty concrete floor of the shed. She didn’t care about the moldy air, she needed to catch her breath after that.

“I love you, Mary,” Paul said.

It took Mary a second to realize what he’d said, and another second to realize that he hadn’t been fooled by her attempt to trick him into thinking she was really Theresa. She wasn’t ready to lift her snatch off his cock, but she did tense up a bit with worry.

“How did you know?” she asked. “Was it something about the way I had sex?”

“No, I knew because I share a bedroom with Chris, and I could tell Chris wasn’t really Chris. Theresa woke me up by sucking on my cock.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you,” Mary said.

Paul laughed. “You didn’t convince me, so no harm done.”

“Are you really in love with me?” she asked.

“I don’t know, with all the endorphins, it felt like the thing to say,” Paul said.

Mary relaxed again on top of him, and squeezed him in as much of a hug as she could. She had gotten what she wanted, revenge on Theresa, and she’d gotten so much more out of it than she’d even expected. She felt full of warmth and contentment.

Hopefully that night, she’d be back in her own body, and then sin be damned, she’d go on birth control right away if it meant experiencing something like this again.

Chris had seen from afar when Mary went up to Paul at the picnic table, and he had watched the pair walk off, hand in hand. Even at a distance, Chris could see the affection between them, and when they snuck into the shed, he feared the worst. So he had watched the scene unfold, through a corner of the shed’s dusty window.

Something sank in the pit of his stomach as he watched them undress. Chris thought he and Mary had something special. “If it’ll keep you out of trouble” she’d said, but then she’d gone looking for that trouble himself, without him. And it wasn’t an isolated incident either. Mary had fucked Paul first the day before too. Her first time with a woman had been with Paul, and her first time with a man had been with Paul, and Chris was starting to feel jealous.

Now every time Paul tightened his grip on Mary’s hips, every time Mary’s should blades rose and fell, every time her cry of pleasure could be heard through the window, Chris could tell that Paul was erupting inside her, even though that was happening deep within the join of their flesh. Because Chris knew that feeling firsthand, his mind flashing back to yesterday when he’d had that same cock inside him, fertilizing him with the same sperm.

“Don’t they look beautiful together?” Theresa said, looking over his shoulder. She was i

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“Hey, everybody!”

Samantha groaned as she recognized the bubbly, happy voice

“Samantha!” she said. “You’re in this class, too?”

“Why would I be in here if I wasn’t in the class?” Samantha responded.

“Oh, good point. Hey, Andrea, you’re taking this course, too? I would have thought you would be taking something else.”

“The other electives were too stupid.” Andrea answered, not looking up from her phone.

That, Samantha could agree with. At Sommerset College, all freshmen

The classroom had 8 traditional school desks, aligned in 2 rows of 4.

Sommerset College draws students mostly from the surrounding counties

“Oh, look, Lindsay’s here, too.” Sunny smiled at the redhead as she entered the room.

“Hi, Sunny.” Lindsay said. “Hey, Andrea. Hey, Samantha.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun!” Sunny giggled.

“Whatever.” Samantha just rolled her eyes. “I’m just glad to be out

“Aw, I liked the uniforms.” Sunny complained. “They’re cute.”

She pictured her old high school outfit. It was the same as every

“Of course, you liked it.” Samantha grumbled. “Every time the wind blows, everyone saw your panties.”

“What does that mean?” Samantha asked.

“It means that some of us like keeping our boobs inside our shirt.”

“Hey, don’t be like that, Sam.” Lindsay chided, pushing her glasses up her nose. “I like your name, Sunny.”

Sunny beamed at her, grateful. Lindsay was a kind & well-behaved

“Can you all shut up and sit down?” Andrea snapped, annoyed. So, all

Sunny and Lindsay shirked, and quickly took their seats as a few of

“Only eight students, huh?” Daniel asked. “I hope this class isn’t too hard. I need a good grade.”

“Relax, Danny.” Chris locked his fingers behind his head and leaned

“Do you mind?” Andrea asked, angrily.

“Sorry.” Chris grinned at her, apologetically. “I’ll put a lid on it now.”

He mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away a key. Andrea just

“Everyone ready to learn about sex?” David popped into the room. He was from Edmonton and very extroverted.

“Oh, Great!” Andrea said, exasperated. “One more idiot in this class.”

“Aw, don’t be so mean, bitch.” He winked at her. “You could use a little humor. Might make you more approachable.”

“Over my dead body.” She shot back.

Tanner was the last to show up. He took his seat without a word and

“Tanner, you’re taking this?” Chris asked, surprised. “I would have

“I wanted to, but my mom made me take this.” He answered. “She’s

“Well, why don’t you just keep your dick in your pants then?” Andrea offered.

“Is your voice always that irritating?” Tanner countered.

Andrea glared and opened her mouth to respond when their instructor

“Good afternoon, class.” She greeted, her icy, yet sexy voice

The Girls:

Sunny: Height-5'9”, Hair-Blonde, Breasts-DD, Personality- Cheerful, slutty, dumb, stereotypical blonde.

The Guys:

Chris: Height-6'0", Size-8", Personality- Outgoing, smart, well mannered, well-spoken, athletic.

The Teacher:

Miss Banks: Height-5'10", Hair-Light brown, Breasts-DD, Personality-Strict, provocative, Dom, playfully evil.

She opened her briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. Tapping

“This is the course syllabus.” She explained. “It details all the

The girls looked at each other and nodded, remembering the notice

“Yes. Andrea, right?” Miss Banks confirmed, looking at her roster sheet. “What is it?”

“You’re curious, Andrea. I like that. You’ll understand the

“But why do we need to be taking birth control pills?” Andrea added. “That seems like a weird requirement.”

“This is a sexual education course.” Miss Banks answered. “Of course,

Andrea shrunk in her seat, her face red and embarrassed at having

“Any other questions?” she asked.

She paused for a few seconds, looking for any hands. When none were forthcoming, she continued.

“Okay. I’ll give you two minutes to take a look through the syllabus.

She took her seat and began organizing her materials as the students

“Yes, do you have a question…Lindsay?”

“Yeah, this curriculum is very…detailed.” She noted.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your question.”

“Well, some of the material is; unexpected.” Lindsay continued,

“Ah.” Miss Banks nodded. “Well, as I’m sure you are aware, this is Advanced Sex Ed .”

She uncapped her marker and underlined the word 'Advanced’ on the white board.

“This is not your basic freshman college course.” She explained. “You

Still unsure with what that all meant, Lindsay dropped her hand and

Samantha asked why the females were told to wear skirts in the labs;

A minute later, Miss Banks stood up and addressed the class.

“Okay, now that you have all gotten an opportunity to read through

She turned to the white board again and wrote 'Oral’ in big, neat

“We have a lot of work to cover this semester, so we’ll jump right

She stepped around from behind her desk and waited. Lindsay looked

“Hum, let’s see…” she looked down at her roster. “Chris, how about you join us as well.”

Chris was just as confused as Lindsay, but he rose from his seat and joined the two of them at the front.

“Okay, Lindsay.” Miss Banks said. “Let’s see how much experience you have. Perform oral on Chris.”

Lindsay’s jaw dropped, flabbergasted. This guy was a total stranger to her!

“Excuse me?” she asked.

“Please listen close so I do not have to repeat myself in the

Lindsay, still frozen in shock, just stood there as Miss Banks pushed

“Chris, perhaps you can help her get started.” Miss Banks suggested. “Unzip your pants and present your penis.”

Chris snapped out of his shock, then unsnapped & unzipped his

“Open up.” Miss Banks ordered.

Galvanized into action by Miss Banks’ steely voice, Lindsay opened

“That’s better.” Miss Banks said. “Now hurry up and suck him off. We don’t have all day, you know.”

Lindsay complied to the best of her ability, sucking on his head and

“Move your head.” She said. “You need to put some motion into it, like so.”

The teacher’s hand on her head guided her back and forth in a

“Go deeper, honey.” Miss Banks urged.

Pushing her slipping glasses back up her nose, Lindsay did what she

“Try again.” Her teacher said. “A bit deeper this time.”

Lindsay blinked back some tears and breathed in, going forward again.

“It seems you’re very inexperienced at this.” She noted. “At this

Miss Banks literally gave her a hand, wrapping her fingers around the

This was no rookie blowjob now. With the combination of Lindsay’s

“Make sure you swallow it all.” She ordered.

Before Lindsay could register what her teacher had said, she felt a

“I said to swallow!” she commanded.

Lindsay’s cheeks were now puffed out like a chipmunk, full of warm

“You have a long way to go, Lindsay.” Miss Banks told the coughing

Chris tucked his softening dick back into his pants and strode back

“And Lindsay.” The redhead turned as she heard her name. “I better not have to tell you to swallow twice again. Understood?”

A chill went through her as she met the icy eyes of her instructor

“Good.” Miss Banks said. “Now, who wants to go next?”

“Oh, me!” Sunny’s hand flew up into the air. “I want to go next, Miss

“Certainly, Sunny.” Miss Banks replied, happy to find a willing

The normally loud, jokey David was rendered speechless by the eager

Sunny stopped stroking and placed her hands on his thighs. Winking up

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“But is every birth control pill a sin on its own?” Chris asked them.

It made Mary’s head swim, to hear Christopher talk about sex like this. She was almost sure he was the one she wanted to give her virginity to. It would be a sin, sure. But she could settle up with God after. What she was more worried about was whether he was interested in her, or how he would act afterward, or what people would say, or the logistics of getting the two of them alone.

The four were sitting on the back patio of the boys’ home. Their parents were out for the evening. It was a warm Sunday night, early in May.

This wasn’t a double date, at least not according to what Mary told her parents. And not according to what the four 18 year olds told each other. It was a group outing. The parish priests encouraged teens to organize these, rather than fall into sinful temptations by being paired off with someone.

Chris’s brother Paul answered. “I asked Father George about that, and he said it was.”

“Did he justify it with scripture though? You ask him if something’s a sin, odds are he’ll say yes,” Chris argued. “Sometimes I wonder if priests would call anything a sin, if it violates their own celibacy vows.”

Theresa looked annoyed. “It’s clear, okay? Every time you take a pill, you’re doing that with the intent of having sex without having children. I don’t know how we get onto this kind of topic. It’s not like it applies to any of us, right? Sex before marriage might be something other people do, but we’re Christians after all.”

“Amen,” Paul said, tenderly, with no irony.

“There are other medical conditions that are treated with the hormone pills.” Like the woman with the issue of blood;” Chris pointed out. “It can help a correct menstrual cycle problems, too.”

“True,” Mary conceded. “Jesus healed that woman, but it’s not inherently sinful to take medicine, either. We can’t assume others are sinning, if we don’t know their circumstances.”

Mary secretly hoped Paul & Theresa would pair off and leave her with Chris, but she knew it wasn’t going to happen. While Mary might be willing to cross the line, no way would Theresa. She was really pious. Generally Mary liked that about her; it helped her stay strong.

Paul and Christopher were fraternal twins. Born the same day, but Paul was taller than Chris, and had sandy blonde hair, unlike Chris’s more muscular build and brown hair. Their parents often hosted church youth gatherings, so Mary’s parents assumed this evening was more structured than it actually was.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Chris said. “Should we play a game?”

Paul took initiative and offered; “If you all are interested, I uh; found this spooky book in the downtown library,” Paul said, placing it on the table. It looked really old, but it was in good condition for its age. He opened it up to a certain page. “Check it out. It has some kind of spell, I think?”

“What for?” Mary asked. “Do we get to make wishes, or talk to the dead?”

Paul shrugged. “I don’t know. That part is written in code or something. Whatever it is, it’s not English or Latin.”

Chris slid the book over by him, interested. “Well, you know I couldn’t make any heads or tails of this at all.”

“So you’re suggesting we hold some pagan ritual? That doesn’t sound right,” Theresa said.

“Just for the fun of it. It’s not like any of us actually believe in the Greek gods or demons or whatever this is supposed to summon,” Chris said. “What do you think, Mary?”

Mary gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I love this weird occult stuff. I mean it’s all fake, but it’s interesting anyway. What do we do?”

Paul got up and opened a cabinet. “Okay. We have to light a candle; and probably turn out the lights.” He got the scene ready on the table in front of us.

Theresa was begrudgingly going along with it. She hadn’t objected again. Paul turned out the light so it was just the candle illuminating the group sitting around the table. With the book in the middle, they started chanting the words together, though it took a couple tries.

When they reached the end of the poem or whatever it was, the candle went out. Mary gasped in surprise. This was a little too real. In the darkness she heard Chris burst out laughing.

“Hey, that wasn’t funny, guys,” Theresa complained. A moment later she turned the light back on. She was so confident they were all virtuous Christians, but she didn’t want them to be in the dark together too long. “Which one of you blew out the candle?”

They got into a little argument about who it had been. No one wanted to take credit, but Mary suspected one of the boys had done it, and wanted to just leave it unexplained.

Theresa and Mary left not long after. Theresa dropped Mary off at home. “See you tomorrow,” she called. Mary waved to her as she went inside. In just a few minutes Mary was ready for bed. She was kind of a modest girl, and a little curvier than her peers. She didn’t bother with a lot make-up or jewelry or contacts. She settled into bed and thought about Chris again as she drifted off to sleep.

Mary opened her eyes, and found herself in an unfamiliar room. Or rather, she didn’t exactly find herself in the unfamiliar room. She didn’t find herself in herself at all. The first thing she was conscious of was that she had morning wood. She’d never had that of course. As she shifted in the covers, it kept pressing against and rubbing against the fabric which was stimulating, but not an entirely nice kind of stimulating. Then she noticed she didn’t have the d cup breasts that had always gotten her attention she didn’t want. Gone too were her thick thighs, hips, and ass. Sitting up in bed, she looked down and saw the outlines of a rib cage under her pale skin. And that morning wood was now sticking straight out from her crotch, so firm and engorged, and so sensitive, begging to be touched. She had never seen one of these in real life before, so she felt a thrill as she put a hand on it. She felt the warmth of the shaft in her hand, and she felt the warmth of her hand through her shaft. It was a revelation.

Briefly she wondered if jacking off this cock would be a sin, if it wasn’t even truly hers. But that worry was quickly lost.

She was so absorbed in the task at hand, that a rustling on the other side of the room startled her. It turned out the other bed was occupied! On the other bed, Chris sat up, and Mary abruptly realized that he could see her stroking her cock from there.

And if she was in a boy’s body, and that boy was sharing a room with Chris; that meant Mary was in Paul’s body.

“Having trouble with that?” Chris asked, gesturing to her lap.

“Are you joking?” Mary asked, finding it awkward to talk in Paul’s voice.

“Does it look like I’m joking?” Chris asked, pulling the covers aside. He too had an erection sticking out of his lap. Chris came over and knelt by the bedside, and quickly started licking the head of Paul’s cock. Mary quickly surrendered herself, letting him go to town on her. This wasn’t anything like she expected her first time with Chris to be, but she could hardly complain about how he was making her feel.

“Oh Chris,” she moaned. In a teenage boy’s body, it didn’t take long for her to feel the sperm rising. “I’m about to uh…ejaculate,” she said, struggling to find the right word.

Chris kept bobbing his head as Mary felt the enormous release of Paul’s load down his brother’s throat.

“Let me reciprocate,” Mary said, coming down from her climax. The very nature of this male climax felt so foreign to her mind, it was an entirely new feeling. She might be in Paul’s body, but she still had feelings for Chris and wanted to lick his cock as tenderly as he had licked hers.

“Too late,” Chris said, and Mary saw him wipe a puddle off the floor with a dirty sock.

“Next time,” Mary said.

In the silence that followed, Mary felt condemned on two fronts. She was ogling Chris’s naked cock with lust in her heart. And she had just been a passive participant in a sodomite sex act. This was too weird and she fought to clear her mind with a distraction.

 "Hey Chris, are you; yourself today?“ Mary asked, in Paul’s voice and body.

"Yeah, why?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Um, this is going to sound weird, but; I’m Mary. I woke up in Paul’s body this morning,” she said, nervous about how he would react.

The two compared narratives on what transpired the previous evening, and concluded that the book of spells had affected the supernatural phenomena they were now experiencing.

“That explains it. I don’t normally do this, jacking off; in Paul’s presence. Paul and I don’t. But I just had a feeling that you were someone different today, and I could tell you didn’t know how to use the; equipment,” Chris said with a smile. “So you and Paul switched bodies? That’s wild. I guess you’d better find him and figure out how to sort all that out.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Mary said, giving him a shy smile that probably looked weird on Paul’s features.

They each showered and got dressed, then went through their morning springtime routines. Mary followed Chris’s lead. Chris drove them both to school. It felt good to sit next to him in the car. She wished she could do more, hold his hand, lean her head on his shoulder; but it wouldn’t look right, with her in Paul’s body. And Chris’s earlier display of exhibitionism seemed to have cooled.

“Do you know where you need to go? I mean, do you know where Paul goes for homeroom?” Chris asked.

Mary dismissed the fleeting inclination to ask for his help. She also wanted to impress him. “Yeah, of course.”

“Good. I’m going to drop you off in front here, and then go find a parking spot,” he said.

“Thanks, Gawd, this is weird.” Mary declared, as she climbed out of the car. Paul’s backpack felt really heavy. She wove through the thick crowd of students out front and into the halls of the school. This wouldn’t be their school for long, she thought.

She had an eye out for Paul; or rather for Paul in her own body. She was craning her neck trying to see down the hallway, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Theresa. Mary thought it was weird to be seeing Theresa from above; Theresa was usually the taller one.

“Hey? Paul? Didn’t you hear me calling your name?” Theresa asked.

“No,” Mary said. “Listen, you’re not going to believe what happened to me.”

“I know,” Theresa said, matter-of-factly. “Come with me.”

Theresa took Mary’s hand, or Paul’s hand really, and tugged her around the corner, past the bathrooms and the vending machines, and into a supply closet. Theresa shut the door behind them.

“Okay, this is going to sound weird, but I’m not really Paul,” Mary said.

“Mary, I said I know,” Theresa grumbled.

“What do you mean?”

“Because I’m Paul,” Theresa explained. She started taking off her shirt while Mary thought for a moment. If she was in Paul’s body, and Paul was in Theresa’s body, then maybe the three of them had been switched around. After all, Chris said he wasn’t any different, other than feeling a sudden desire to enjoy mutual masturbation.

Theresa; Paul, actually; was quickly down to his panties. Well, the panties belonged to Theresa. Mary couldn’t keep it all straight.

“Why are you getting undressed?” Mary asked.

“Can I ask you a favor?” Paul asked. “I’ve been out-of-my-mind horny since this all started, and I know it’s a sin, but I tried masturbating down there, but still! And this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Not only to feel what it’s like from the other perspective, but to feel what it feels like for someone who’s with me in particular; ”

“What are you suggesting?” Mary asked.

“Would you please have intercourse with me?” Paul pleaded.

Mary was caught off guard. She was supposed to wait until marriage, but she had thought about giving it a go early with Chris, and then there had been the blowjob that morning, and Mary still wasn’t sure what that counted for.

And now Paul was propositioning her. But it was also easy to ignore that it was Paul in Theresa’s body, because it ultimately was Theresa’s breasts before her, her nipples erect, her bush exposed, her eyes looking up at her full of hope and desire. Mary never would have thought she was attracted to Theresa, but her mind and Paul’s teenage boy hormones were mixing.

“I don’t know,” Mary said. She realized her uncertainty alone would reveal a lot.

Paul handed her a condom. “Here. We won’t leave a trace. It’ll be like it never even happened, and Theresa doesn’t even need to know.”

“I’m not sure I would go that far,” Mary said. Theresa would deserve to know if her virginity had been taken. But would it be Mary who had taken it, or Paul? And would Theresa have really lost her virginity at all, if she didn’t participate in it? Somehow despite the intensity of her orgasm earlier that morning, this was all quickly getting her worked up again. Paul reached out and unzipped the fly on her jeans; his jeans, letting the erection inside free. Paul reached into the boxers and caressed it. He knew exactly what to do, since it had been his own, up until today. Mary’s objections were shrinking from view.

“But I guess you’re right, that it wouldn’t do her any harm,” Mary belatedly finished the thought. “And then we’ve got to get this all sorted out today.” She stepped closer and kissed her friend on the lips hungrily.

He immediately felt different when he woke up. It wasn’t just the texture of the big t-shirt he was in, or the fact that he was wearing a t-shirt at all. It was the round bulges of flesh underneath that shirt, it was a body with weight distributed very differently from his own.

The alarm was beeping, and it took him a minute to figure out how to silence it. And then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Holy shit! He was Mary. He sat down on the edge of the bed, dumb-founded. He’d never been to Mary’s room, but that had to be where he was.

He realized he had to roll with the situation. Hopefully Paul would know how to undo whatever they’d done the night before.

Chris pulled the t-shirt up over his head and reached for a clean one from the open dresser drawer. He caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror, of his bare breasts, of the panties covering his crotch, and that’s when it really hit him. Chris had never seen breasts before, not in real life, not up close like this. Should he fondle them? Mary would never know. It was too good to pass up. Like the teenage boy he was, he started to get turned on at the sight of Mary almost naked, but it didn’t have to stay “almost”. And quickly he learned what her breasts felt like, and what it felt like to be felt up.

Cautiously, he slipped the panties down. He’d probably need a fresh pair of those too, especially since he could feel the heat and moisture building between his legs. It almost felt like an erection, the way he was swollen down here, and begging to be touched. Chris had certainly never touched a snatch before, and he explored the outer folds of skin, slowly, carefully. But if it hurt, he’d know. He knew right away when his index finger nudged his clitoris. It felt like an electric jolt of pleasure. And while it didn’t feel like it would take much clitoral stimulation to get him off, there was more he wanted to discover. He found that he was indeed getting hot down there, and sopping wet, and his middle finger slid into the tight muscle within. Chis could only imagine what it would feel like to be penetrating Mary’s snatch with his cock, when he had it back. And he could only imagine what it would feel like to have something more than a finger pressing into him, probing him deeper.

He was on the edge of orgasm when Mary’s mother called out, “Hurry up, honey! You’re going to be late for school!”

With a sigh, Chris wiped his fingers on last night’s shirt and got dressed. Even though he knew he had to dress like Mary would, and play the part, it felt a little odd to be putting on her clothes. It took him a few tries to get the bra fastened, and even then, the hooks were lined up wrong.

At school, Chris felt the urge to pee, and unthinkingly he went into the men’s room like usual. It wasn’t until he had wiped himself off that he realized his mistake, but by then it was too late. With his pants down, he thought about finishing what he’d started back in Mary’s bedroom, but he decided he shouldn’t linger in the wrong bathroom too long.

When he came out of the stall, he found himself face to face with himself.

“Hey, bro,” Chris heard himself say.

In Mary’s body, Chris asked, “Paul? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” Chris’s body replied. “Lucky you, eh? Getting a morning alone with Mary’s body?”

Chris laughed. He considered denying it, but his brother wouldn’t believe that for a second. “It’s been; educational.”

“There are other things you could learn, other lessons we could teach her,” Paul said. “This is a golden opportunity. Can I take a look?”

Chris dropped his pants again (Mary’s pants) and got up on the counter and spread his legs (Mary’s thick thighs). Paul leaned over to get a look, so close Chris could feel his got breath on his glistening vulva. And then Chris nearly jumped when he felt Paul part those lips, and slip a finger into him. That aching desire that had been with Chris all morning suddenly flared up. He gasped aloud.

“Relax,” Paul said. “This is Mary’s cunt, not yours, remember?”

Chris nodded for his brother to continue. He knew what it looked like when he had an erection, and it wasn’t hard to tell that his cock was straining against his pants fabric now.

“What do you think? Should we fuck this slut?” Paul said with a wicked grin.

“I think she’s a virgin,” Chris said.

“Then you could be the one to do the honors, brother,” Paul said. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like? I know I would, if I were you.”

The truth was, at this point Chris hardly needed to be conv

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So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my

So, I didn't hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway!

I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or

Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the

I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I

In a flash I considered my options. I'm a fit guy, and I briefly

I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking

I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with

I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn't want the cops to think I meant trouble.

It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an

"Are you alright there, son?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm fine officer."

He took a long look at me. "Where are your clothes, son?"

"Um, I don't have them with me."

"I can see that. Where are they?"

I paused. "Back at my house."

"You been drinking?" He asked. "Smoked anything? Taken anything?"

I shook my head. "No sir." He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word.

"Then, son, do you mind telling me what you're doing out here at this

I chose my words carefully.

"Well, officer," I began, "it's my last day in town. I'm moving away

Well, it wasn't a lie. I wasn't sure if the sort of prolonged public

The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my

"You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?"

"I know, officer," I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. "I'm

The cop looked thoughtful. "Well now," he said after a while, "I

Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. "Dispatch, this is car 9," he hailed.

After a moment the radio crackled back; "Dispatch. Go ahead car 9."

The cop paused, then spoke clearly. "Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?"

The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. "Code 3 1 4, car 9?" she repeated.

"Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?"

"No, car 9," the woman replied after a moment. "No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?"

"Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch," the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out."

(I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent

The cop turned back to me.

"Well son," he said, "it seems like we've had no complaints about

"Now," he continued, "I really should write you up with a citation,

"20," I replied. He nodded.

"I got a son around your age and he's a smart kid too but he says and

"Well," he continued, "the way I see it is, if you can tell me you're

I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-"

He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you're stood there with your

I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands

I was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure.

I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night

Sure enough, as I walked up my driveway I could see them; crumpled

As I got to the car I decided to postpone the disappointment. As it

I was walking around to where my clothes lay when I heard my name being called.

"Chris?" came the shout. "Chris Gill?"

I turned. Walking up the driveway towards me was a woman.

I was busted. Ryan, Laura's husband, was one of the people who would

"Um, hi Laura," I said. My clothes were on the bottom step; I went to reach for them, then stopped.

Laura was close now, lit by the outside light of the house, which was

"Chris Gill, you're naked," she exclaimed. "What are you doing out here naked?"

"Uh, yeah," I said, standing up. "I was just;  uh; "

"I saw you earlier," she went on. "You went out, down the street, no

I decided, once again, that honesty was the best policy. It's hard to lie when you've got no clothes on!

"Yeah," I said, trying to appear casual about it.

"What?" she said. "You've been running round the neighbourhood naked?"

"Yeah," I said. "Actually I went into town."

Her eyes widened. "Like that?" She looked me up and down. I became

I nodded.

"And you didn't get arrested?"

"Nah. A cop saw me. He was cool though."

She shook her head. "I can't believe it," she said. "Why on earth would you do that?"

"Well," I shrugged. "It was my last night here. I wanted to make it

She laughed warmly. "Why am I just learning this now?" she asked in

A dozen frustrated teenage Milf fantasies fizzed in my mind. From her

"Front lawn?" I joked. Laura laughed again.

"It would give the neighbours something to talk about," she said. "And something tells me you'd have been quite happy to do it."

She was doing the worst job of pretending she hadn't noticed my

I was rock hard now. Almost without realising it, as we talked I

Laura looked down again, making no attempt to hide it this time. "Naughty boy," she said with a smile.

I made no reply, instead I slowly stroked my cock again.

Laura pulled off her muscle vest, exposing her tanned, flat stomach. "Is that what you want to do?" she asked.

I nodded. Laura hiked herself up, sitting on the hood of my car. She

I stroked myself, long movements up and down my shaft. I stood

She watched in silence, eyes wide. She was leaning back on the front

I stroked myself for a few minutes, finding a rhythm. I made sure she could see everything.

After a while, Laura shifted. As I watched and pleasured myself, she

That was it for me, and I could hold back no longer. I crested the

My orgasm finished, I slowed then ended my stroke. I stood for a

"I wanted to blow you," she said, a hint of disappointment in her

"You didn't like the show?" I asked.

"Oh, I loved it," she smiled. "But it means I'll never get a chance to show you what I can do, too. Now now you're going away."

"Well," I said, "I can always come and visit; the next time Ryan's out of town?"

She laughed. "I just might take you up on that."

We said our goodbyes then. She grabbed me in a bare-chested hug

After that, there was little left for me to do. I gathered up my

I spent most of the overnight drive back to college nude, donning my

My roommate didn't stir as I went into our room; fortunate, as I

I lay back, and as sleep came quickly to me I smiled. I would miss my

By Requiax, for Literotica

By Mark V Sharp, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“In her, shoot fast,” Principal Chief Massasoit directed, using what words he knew so that he would not surprise or confuse his strange hosts, “I want in her, my first use to take.”

“First use?!” Miss Americana managed to whimper, in horror, in between the moans and yelps Squanto’s big thrusting cock was forcing out of her. But she didn’t have long to contemplate that.

“That is no problem at all, my lord!” Squanto replied. Relaxing himself he thrust his enormous hardened cock deep into Miss Americana and, with a groan of ecstasy, unleashed his potent Pawtuxet seed upon her defenseless womb.

“Oh, Great Justice!” Americana groaned, her eyes rolling up in her head, as she felt the pulsing of his great cock inside her, and knew it meant that his sperm was flooding into her.

He pulled out and then stepped aside, his long cock dripping.

“I have lubricated her for you, my Sachem,” he said, gesturing towards Americana’s cunt, which, gaping slightly wider than before, was also already releasing a long tendril of his semen to dangle down between her thighs.

“Very good!” Massasoit said. He stepped forward and took up his own position behind her. Reaching out he stroked her toned bubble-ass, and shook his head. “This,” he said, squeezing Americana’s bulging silky cheeks, “is a very rich gift, indeed!”

With that he pushed himself up against her leaking cunt, and also entered her.

“Oh, my God,” Miss Americana whimpered, as she too discovered Squanto was not to be a unique case. Her entire body shivered, as the great chief’s enormous copper-colored cock sank deep up inside her helplessly quivering cunt.

“That’s a sin!” one of the Pilgrims sitting near her chided, and continued eagerly to watch.

At the sight that their chief had accepted the gift and that peace had been restored, the waiting column of Wampanoag warriors let out a great whoop of glee. Then, hoisting their burdens, they marched into the Plymouth settlement. The Pilgrims greeted them warmly, food was handed out, the Pilgrims contributing their meager stocks of beer and bread to the natives’ largesse. Soon the great feast was in progress, with Wampanoag and Pilgrim dining and chatting together, sampling the first dishes as the Pilgrim women and their daughters and servants worked to prepare the main courses.

And through it all, bent over at one end of the great table at which the First Thanksgiving was being laid, Miss Americana continued to get nailed. Massasoit’s great cock, in his eagerness, lasted only slightly longer than Squanto had. But there was plenty more where that had come from. He was followed by Samoset, the Sagamore of the Abanaki tribe, who kept closer tabs on the strange new colonists while the Sachem was busy with other matters. After Samoset, the Sachem’s honor guard took their turns; and after they had finished, every warrior in the entire column came up one by one and also partook in Miss Americana’s flesh.

The Pilgrims, with their Godly morals, piously abstained, but this did not stop the Pilgrim men’s faces from showing deep jealousy, that their native guests got to enjoy two great helpings of Thanks-giving bounty instead of just one.

In between their own turns upon Miss Americana’s body, Massasoit, Squanto, and Samoset took their own seats at the table of the Elders, and with it, a privileged view of the action up between Americana’s muscular shivering thighs, as the pale-skinned beauty got nailed by one long uncut native cock after another after another. Between her spread thighs they could also see her enormous breasts hanging down low and swaying wildly over the table as she squealed and squirmed under her furious and unchecked invasions, as if her enormous milk-filled udders were blessing the heavily-laden table with their own generous bounty.

“Does this disturb you, Pilgrim?” one native who had also picked up some English asked. Sitting down after his own turn inside her he found an open seat before Americana’s enormous swaying udders, smoking a post-coital pipe. “I thought your God does not approve of this sort of thing.”

The Pilgrim shook his head. “Nah,” he said. “God makes everyone for a purpose. I think it’s pretty clear what he made this one for.”

Then, leaning forward, the Pilgrim seized one of Americana’s giant breasts and held his glass up under it. He squeezed, discharging a rich squirt of milk from the heroine’s hanging fruits into his cup. He took the cup back, threw it back, and then licked some of the delicious white super-milk off his lips.

“Well, that and this!” he said, as he held the glass up.

Seeing yet another way in which the mysterious woman could be used in a celebration of plenty, other Pilgrims soon came forward to also eagerly sample the fuck-quivering cow’s produce. Americana, too busy squealing as she got nailed by one big native cock after another, could do nothing to resist as her big breasts were squeezed and squeezed until finally even those bottomless udders were drained dry.

Eventually, the entire feast had been consumed and everyone was full and sated. Even Americana’s belt-boosted strength eventually failed her, and after eighty or so consecutive fucks up against the table her knees finally buckled and she sank down, a quivering wreck. She had taken so much cum inside her that rivers seemed to flow down her thighs, and a huge puddle had formed, which her knees landed in with twin pearly splashes like comets entering an ocean of gooey white fluid.

But though she was spent, she had not even begun to exhaust the collective vigor of the Wampanoag delegation. Flipping her over, the warriors positioned her on her back at the edge of the First Thanksgiving table, which, the feast having been largely consumed, was now otherwise covered in a great mass of empty used bowls, plates, and tableware. Then, having positioned her, they continued nailing her almost-limp body face-to-face upon the table, as, around them, the dessert course finally began to be served.

The tight order of the early stages of the feast had by now broken down, and Elder and commoner, Indian and Pilgrim were now all mixing freely. Copious quantities of beer had also flowed along with the food, and everyone was now quite contentedly drunk, as while the Puritans were against many things, booze was not actually one of them.

“I say Reverend,” the short Pilgrim commented to William Brewster, as they stood side by side near the entrance of a house and watched Americana’s continuing show. “Everyone has eaten their full, except for the harem girl. It seems rather unsuited to a great Thanksgiving like this to leave one, even a harlot and serial adulteress such as she, unsated.”

“True,” the Reverend said. “But the food has already been cleared. What is there for her to eat?”

“There is, one set of sausages that have not been touched,” the tall Pilgrim said, finally dropping what they were angling for. “I know that putting them where the Indians are putting theirs is a sin, but what about her mouth. Does that, you know, count?”

“Hmm,” the Reverend Brewster said. “Normally I would say yes. However, this is a special festive day, and she was clearly sent by Providence itself to perform exactly this, function, so perhaps, just once.” As he saw the brightening expressions on the two Pilgrims’ faces, he shook his head, and raised a chiding finger. “However, for the sake of the harmony of our settlement,” he added, “it is not just God who must be consulted.”

As it happened, the Reverend’s own wife was at that moment emerging from the house behind them, carrying two freshly-baked pies. The Reverend’s sons, Truelove Brewster and Wrestling Brewster, trailed behind her, carrying another pie each.

“What say you, Mary?” the Reverend asked her, knowing full well her sharp ears would have overheard everything.

“Hmm,” Mary Brewster said. She glanced at the other Pilgrim wives scattered about the festival, of which there were not many. Between the composition of the original complement of settlers and the terrible toll of deaths that had occurred over the previous winter, there were now a great deal more men than women in the colony. The few other wives looked at her, significantly, saying nothing but their expressions communicating much. Nodding with understanding, Mary turned back to her husband.

“I know that men build up a great deal of, pressure, if they are not given release,” she said. “So, I would say it is fine if the unmarried or widowed men sate themselves while sating the whore. It might reduce, future problems. But the married men will be sated by their wives, or else!” She lifted up a finger and glared.

“Of course,” Reverend Brewster said. He could not quite keep the disappointment out of his voice that he would not be among those allowed to partake.

But before he could give general approval for the new plan, Mary caught one of the other wives widening her eyes to get her attention. The silent wife nodded a couple times, significantly, towards Americana’s moaning lips, and then looked at Mary meaningfully. Mary nodded.

“There is one other condition,” she added, hastily. “We good women of the colony have had to endure our husbands watching the whore get nailed, in silence. We have done so, for the future of our settlement. However, we must get compensated.” She looked at her husband, her eyes boring into him. “So after the unmarried men have fed her their main course, we will feed her dessert, of the pies we have long had prepared between our legs, but rarely if ever had eaten. Is this clear?”

The two junior Pilgrims’ eyes widened, as if they had never imagined such a thing.

“Good heavens!” the tall one said, fingers going to his own lips.

“Is, is that permitted under Heaven’s law, Reverend?” the short one asked.

“Uh,” Reverend Brewster said. He wracked his memory of the Good Book, trying to think of a clear passage one way or the other. “To be honest,” he said, “I’m not sure if the Good Lord considers that sex, or not,”

“Then there should be no problem, should there?” Mary asked testily.

“I guess not,” he said, deciding to err on the side of marital harmony over strict doctrine for once. God’s forgiveness, after all, was infinite. His wife’s, on the other hand,

Of course, before the natives ‘peace offering’ could be used in this manner, clearance first had to be gotten from Massasoit. But the Great Sachem, in a very relaxed state having thoroughly drained his own scrotum over the course of five separate sessions within Miss Americana, was in a magnanimous mood, and with a simple nod of his bronzed head and wave of his hand signaled his approval.

So it was that as the pies got laid out, cut, and consumption began eagerly, one by one Pilgrim men began to ascend the table. As with the Indians, they went in strict order of rank, and, his own wife Rose being one of the casualties of the previous winter, this meant that Myles Standish was first in line.

“Open wide, and say your grace,” he advised her, as having preemptively removed his pants, he came in for a landing on her moaning tongue.

Miss Americana whimpered loudly as his cock entered her mouth. Pure instinct took over almost immediately. Wrapping her lips tight around his respectable but, compared to some of the monsters that had been in her cunt that day, modestly-sized cock, she began to suck it enthusiastically.

“Oh, yes!” Myles said. He lifted his eyes heavenward, as she slurped and slurped upon him. “T-truly, this wench was sent by the Lord!” he said, before erupting down her throat and giving her, her first load of cum to swallow.

It would, of course, not be the last. As the lesser Pilgrims had pointed out, while everyone else had had their fill, at this First Thanksgiving Americana had had none. Now, they made up for that. One after another, unmarried Pilgrim men climbed up and, sometimes still eating pieces of pie as they did so, inserted their fresh sausages down between her lips. Americana moaned, and blushed, and sucked each one as vigorously and worshipfully as she could, as if they were truly her gifts from God. One warm protein shake after another poured down her throat, finally filling up her until-now-empty belly, and each and every one she gulped down with a vigor equal to the holiday. Then after each one finished she opened wide and, extending out her tongue, began putting preparatory licks upon the next incoming cock that inevitably replaced the last one in the never-ending cornucopia of cock she was being served.

In the meantime, watching all this, and knowing that based on Mary Brewster’s pronouncement they would not get their own full Thanksgiving repast any other way, one by one the married Pilgrim men snuck away from the party with their now equally enthused and eager wives, into the bushes or the backs of the more remote houses, to do what married couples do. Although, given the inspirations provided by Americana’s marathon performance, they generally put a little more effort and creativity into it than they typically had. One by one, flush-faced and hand-in-hand they returned to the center of the festival, in a few cases with the seeds of another few thousand modern descendants quietly germinating under the Pilgrim women’s’ hastily re-lowered skirts.

So it was that, when the Pilgrim men and the natives alike had finally sated themselves, well after the dessert course and into the after-meal drinking and general turkey-clobbered lethargy, Americana got her final surprise. With the coast finally clear, the Pilgrim wives climbed up one by one and got the 'compensation’ that Mary Brewster had negotiated for them. As they lifted their skirts and lowered their unkempt bushes down towards the invading harlot’s open gasping lips, Americana moaned to discover, one after another, that there was a pie of fresh cream waiting for her under each and every skirt, to accompany the gutted pumpkin and other pies lying spent all around her.

But she didn’t have much choice. Digging her tongue up between the wives’ outer lips, she did her best to show them how it was done.

“Oh!” one Pilgrim woman after another sighed, heads rolling and shivering, as they discovered at the tip of the 'harem girl’s’ practiced tongue a pleasure their husbands had rarely, if ever, managed to provide them. Americana was not by nature a cunt-eater, but she had been put into that position often enough by triumphant villainesses to know her way around. She stroked the inner lips, teased the hood, and then finally went after the excited clit with vigor. And as she did so, streamers and tendrils of married Pilgrim cum poured out into her own mouth, which, like all the others before her, she periodically paused to gulp down hungrily before resuming her probing services.

Finally, the last dish of all, the one between the legs of Mary Brewster herself, was served to her. As she stroked and stroked between Mary’s labia, and felt the Reverend’s hallowed semen wash down her tongue, Americana heard her ear-ring microphone crackle.

“Just so you know, Miss Americana,” she heard Flag Girl’s voice say, excitedly, “the semen you are currently eating will give rise to at least one Nobel Prize recipient, several Oscar-winning actresses and actors, one Supreme Court Justice, several Governors and Senators, a bunch of highly decorated Admirals in the U.S. Navy, and one President.” The events she was getting to witness through the professor’s Time Viewer were inspiring an interest in history the airheaded sidekick had never felt before, and she was eagerly scrolling through the lists of descendants of the various people her mentor was getting fucked by. “Isn’t that cool?!” Americana heard her squeal.

Americana whimpered. “Wonderful,” she managed to moan into Mary Brewster’s cunt, and with a lap of her tongue, sent more thrillingly historically-significant semen running down her throat.

At last even the Pilgrim women had had their fill of serving up themselves, and receiving the novel pleasures of the harem girl’s tongue in return. With Pilgrim and native alike now full and tired, they all started to decamp. The Pilgrims wandered back into their homes. The native leaders had had a few dwellings set aside for them, and the rest would make camp just outside the settlement.

As the throng began to disperse, Governor Bradford, Squanto, and Massasoit stood side-by-side, surveying what was left of the Pilgrims’ 'peace offering’.

Americana lay sprawled upon the Thanksgiving table, as utterly and thoroughly consumed as any of the empty dishes all around her. She was not unconscious, but her blue eyes stared glassily up at the sky and didn’t seem to see anything. She still had her belt, no one knowing to try to take it off of her, but despite that no muscle of her mighty curvy body seemed capable of movement, save for the slow rise and fall of her huge breasts as she breathed. Rivers of cum seemed to pour out of her cunt, spilling down in waterfalls between the planks of the table to form a vast growing lake underneath it.

“Shall we clean this mess up?” Governor Bradford asked, nodding towards Miss Americana.

Without waiting for his interpreter, Massasoit shook his head. “No need,” he said.

“It can wait until morning,” Squanto assured him, smirking at the sight of the sprawled fucked-out white harlot. “Everyone is very tired and content.”

“Especially her!” Massasoit said, and tilting his head back let out a booming laugh.

“Should we post a guard on her then?” Governor Bradford asked.

Massasoit again shook his head.

“The Sachem’s warriors watch well all the approaches through the woods,” Squanto advised. “No enemy tribe will enter here to take her. As for her, look at her. Do you think she can even walk at this point, let alone outrun the finest hunters of the Wampanoag people?”

“Good point,” Governor Bradford admitted. “So, in that case, I have a small stash of brandy left. Shall we share some?”

At this Massasoit tilted his head back and laughed vigorously. “Now this, is a good idea!” he said.

With that the two natives and the Pilgrim turned and proceeded to the Governor’s house, to continue their conversation.

Americana was left alone, lying spent on the First Thanksgiving table. Soon all around her was quiet, save for the distant sound of a couple married Pilgrims getting in a second round. Panting, she stared at the stars, still in shock. Occasionally her gloved fingers twitched, down beside her wide and absurdly well-filled hips. Other than that, huge buns sq

A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things.

I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally

I'd be joining them later. It was the start of the fall semester and I

I stood in the driveway, looking at our empty house. I was alone now.

It was nearly time to go, to set off in my car and never come back to

I stood beside the car and looked around the street. There was nobody

But, luckily, the neighbours were all indoors, nobody walking by or out in their front yards.

I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but also excited, buzzing with

Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it quickly over my head. I

I kicked off my shoes; slip on Vans, easy to take on and off; I'd be

A further breath to steady my nerves, and then I unbuckled my brown

Another look round. Nobody I could see, nobody who could see this yet.

Thumb in my waistband, I yanked down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was nude.

I paused a moment, examining my own reflection in the car windshield.

I grinned, and slipped my feet back into my sneakers. Then I set off to walk the streets of my hometown naked.

I'd fantasised about being nude in public for years. Since I first

It wasn't so much that I lacked courage to do this, but that I was

I mean, I was a pervert, and I did get off on showing people my cock;

When, this year, my parents told us we would be moving, and that we

I spent much of the summer planning my naked adventure. I made sure I

I needed to plan and time the right opportunity, too. I couldn't do

When, by coincidence, moving day and the day I was due to return to

It helped with the time, too. It was around 6:30pm by the time my

That was another reason why I didn't want to get seen by

But, as it was, all was quiet as I turned out of the driveway and into the street.

I set off, briskly walking and occasionally jogging when the mood

As it was, I covered maybe a block and a half before the first person

I smiled as I approached. I felt her eyes travel down my body, her

I remained erect for the next few minutes, but saw no other

The evening breeze did a little to quell my building arousal though,

Here were more people, both in cars and on foot. Folks were leaving

I suppose I've never been shy about my body. Changing in the locker

Fortunately, disapproving looks were all the negativity I received;

I saw the first person I knew on that route into town, too. One of my

Soon enough, I'd passed the storefronts and made it to the town

My destination was a small plaza just off the square. It was kind of a

I entered the plaza and sat on the bench nearest the way I had come

I heard the sound of people approach me, and a voice say "hey." A female voice.

"Hey," I said in a friendly way, opening my eyes.

There were two people standing over me; a guy and a girl. It looked

I worried, for a moment. The girl, on her own, wouldn't have bothered

But they didn't seem mad at me; both seemed quite friendly in their

"Why are you naked?" the girl asked. "Where are your clothes?"

"Back at my house," I said, answering the second question first.

"You walked here naked?" the guy said, disbelieving.

"Yup," I answered proudly.

"Why would you do that?" asked his girlfriend. "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

I thought for a moment. Why not be honest? They seemed quite keen to know, and I was happy to tell them.

"Well," I said, "I'm leaving town today. I lived here, like, most of my life, and I always wanted to do something like this."

The guy grinned. "Well, it is pretty boring round here!"

I laughed. "True! But this is a bit more than just livening things up."

"What do you mean?" the girl asked.

"Well," I carried on, "to be honest, being naked, out in public like

She laughed. "Yeah, I can see that!" I looked down and my cock was

"Aw, sorry," I grinned.

"Don't be," she said.

"Well, sorry to your boyfriend, at least."

"Aw, he's not bothered," she laughed. I looked at him.

"You're not?" I asked

"Nah dude," he said off-handedly. "Rock out with your cock out. It's all cool. If I had your bod, I wouldn't be shy either."

I laughed. "Are you guys for real?"

The girl nodded. "Uh-huh. We saw you across the square and just had

I looked at the boyfriend; evidently Josh; who flushed a little. But

There was a moment of silence between the three of us then. In my

I adjusted my position slightly to give a better view, then took my

"Dude, for real?" he said. "You gonna jerk off here?"

I paused. "I can stop, if you like."

"No," the girl said. "I wanna see."

I looked again at Josh, seeking permission. "Okay by me," he grinned.

I resumed my slow, relaxed stroking, fingers and thumb wrapped good

"How old are you guys?" I asked.

"Eighteen," the girl replied.

"That's a relief," I laughed. "At le