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Content Warning: This work of fiction contains mature subject matter
and graphic sexual language including descriptions of consensual sex
between men and women. If you think you can't deal with this story,
or if it's illegal to possess such material in your locality, please
hit the delete button now. If you're a minor as defined by the laws
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of fiction, any similarities to any person(s) dead, alive, or
fictional is merely a really weird coincidence.
THE TENANT
By Jan Williams
janwill89@hotmail.com
Copyright © 1998 by Jan Williams
Copies may be made and posted for personal enjoyment, but all
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Part III, Dan
"Rick, I think we should invite Dan to dinner and see what
we can find out about him and the clock."
"Would you just come right out and ask him?"
"No, I don’t think so. Just thank him for it and ask where
it came from, see if he will volunteer anything."
"That was a fine meal," said Dan as they went to the
family room. "I see you have tasted of the powers of the clock."
"What? . . . How did you know?" asked Rick.
"You have exchanged genders," smiled Dan, "I notice the
little details about people. You now look like your twin brother
and sister. I also suspect that you, Rick, have enhanced Cindy’s
lovely figure. It is very appealing to the male eye."
"You knew about the clock? Why did you give it to us? You
hardly know us."
"I am getting old. The clock belongs in the hands of young
people," smiled Dan. "A young married couple such as
yourselves."
"Where did it come from?" asked Cindy.
"A logical question. As you know, I was in the antique
importation business for many years. My work took me to many
places, Europe, Asia, the Orient. I found the clock in
Transylvania at an estate sale in 1949. It was part of a lot of
items I bid on. The owners of the estate had died and it was
being auctioned off for taxes. I doubt that the Government
officials who were handling the sale of the property paid any
attention to the individual items. Aside from the unique value
of the clock, I obtained a number of very valuable items for my
company. I became attracted to the aesthetic features of the
clock and bought it for myself, not knowing of its other
properties. I must say you found out about them much sooner than
I."
"Do you know anything of its origin, who made it?" asked
Cindy.
"No. However, the tales of the mystical powers of some of
the Romanian Gypsies abound. I am not a mystic, but the clock is
not imaginary, is it?"
"It’s real," smiled Rick.
"Well, it is getting late. I must go. Thank you for the
pleasant evening. We must have another. Perhaps in my
apartment."
"Well, he knew about the clock," said Rick, "But I’m not
sure I believe what he said about why he gave it to us."
"Why."
"Would you give it away?"
". . . No. I think he’s going to invite us to dinner
soon," said Cindy. "We need to talk to him some more."
"I bet he has some interesting stories to tell with all
the places he’s been."
"Yes. He could be an interesting person to know," Cindy
agreed. "It’s late, are you ready for bed?"
"Yes. Want a bath?"
"Yes," purred Cindy, "You know I like for you to bathe
me."
"Do you think our sex is getting too wild?" asked Rick as
he dried her off.
"A little. Probably a lot," said Cindy as she thought
about some of their recent sessions. "Is it the clock or are we
just maturing sexually?"
"I guess we’ve ‘matured’ some. We know what we like best
and how to please each other. You seem to really like oral sex
and I know I do," mused Rick. "I think it’s the clock. When we
get to the point where we’ve actually tailored our bodies to get
the most out of them sexually we’ve gone pretty far."
"I guess we have," replied Cindy. "But we didn’t make
ourselves abnormal. Is there anything wrong with using what
we’ve got? Enjoying our bodies? I don’t see anything wrong with
teaching you how to bring me to the best orgasm and then
enjoying it when you do it. I think it would be a lot worse if
you just fucked me until you had your orgasm and then went to
sleep."
"I know. . . . It’s probably the frequency of our sex and
the height of our passion that I’m questioning, almost violent.
We do it at least four times a day and sometimes ten. And I
think I’m getting to like it that way," smiled Rick.
"Remember my promise when we were first married, my
promise to make love to you, not just fuck you?"
"Yes," answered Rick, "It’s my turn to make that promise
to you now, isn’t It?"
"Yes, Now that I’m a woman I understand what it meant to
you before. It’s a ‘woman thing’ isn’t it. Will you promise to
always make love to me when we have sex instead of just fucking
me? You can make violent, passionate love to me when we both
want it; just don’t use me for something to fuck."
"Yes, of course I promise. I would never use you like
that, I love you. The cock’s on the other pelvis now isn’t it,"
laughed Rick.
"So is the cunt," replied Cindy as she spread her legs,
"Now do something with it."
"That’s not where I want to start," said Rick as he closed
his mouth over her lips.
Rick found himself looking at Cindy in the early morning
light as she slept. His distant female mind understood why now;
understood the beauty of a woman’s body to the eyes of a man,
understood why the old masters had painted so many nudes, why
the poets had painted their word pictures.
"You’re watching me like I used to watch you aren’t you,"
smiled Cindy as she opened her eyes wide and gazed up at Rick.
"Yes, and for the same reasons."
"I saw you watching me and lay here with my eyes closed
enjoying it. It got me hot for you. Come over here and slip your
cock in my cunt. Don’t do anything else first, just slip it in
and make love to me, take a long time doing it."
"What’s on our schedule for today," asked Rick as he held
Cindy in his arms.
"I think we need some more clothes. We could go shopping."
"We do, don’t we. Lets eat breakfast and then go. Cindy,
you’re going to have to cut down on what you’re eating. Your
woman’s body can’t take that man’s diet you’re still on."
"You’re probably right," blushed Cindy. "Okay, you make up
a proper diet for me. What do I eat for breakfast?"
"Juice and cereal with fruit on it."
"That’s all! I’ll starve."
"No, you won’t, and you won’t gain weight either. It can
be hard for a woman to keep from gaining weight. A lot of women
have to stay sort of hungry all the time, I know I did."
------ o ------
"Well, that should hold us for a while," said Cindy as
they unloaded their purchases on the bed. "I want to go over my
computer translation of the clock manual to make sure I didn’t
miss anything, especially about getting pregnant and childbirth.
I certainly don’t want to mess up my pregnancy."
"You’re getting serious about this aren’t you?"
"Yes. I’m getting closer to a decision. Do you want me to
get pregnant?"
"Of course. That is if you want to. Nothing would make me
happier. It’ll be great, being able to stay here with you all
the time and help you."
"It’ll take awhile for the effects of the pill to go away
so I can ovulate. I’ll make my decision at the end of our ‘test
period,’ six weeks from now."
"Wouldn’t it be something if we could both get pregnant at
the same time?"
"It might be fun," replied Cindy. "We might have problems
without a man in the house though. You couldn’t help me during
my last few weeks either, especially after I delivered. It’s
something to think about isn’t it."
"Yeah."
"That was Dan on the phone," said Cindy. "He wants us to
come up tomorrow evening. I told him okay."
"Fine. Maybe we can find out more about him. He’ll have
some interesting tales anyway."
"Rick, I went back over the original pages in the book and
found two stuck together. There’s a section on conception. It
says you can use the clock for birth control. You do it by
controlling the time of your ovulation. You could make me
ovulate today and then sex would be safe three days later."
". . . Interesting. If we made ourselves male and
collected our sperm, we could change to female, inject the sperm
into each other and ovulate. If everything worked right, we
would both get pregnant," mused Rick.
"It’s getting more interesting. Nah, what we do for sex
for nine months?"
"We could manage," replied Rick, licking his lips.
"Good evening, Cindy, Rick. Come in, please. I hope you
like Indian curry. I prepared it the way they do in India."
"We both love it," said Rick.
"Good. I have set it out on the buffet so that you can
season it to you liking. Please help yourself while it is still
hot."
"This is delicious," said Rick, "You’ll have to give me
your recipe."
"Your woman’s instincts are hard to throw off are they
not," smiled Dan.
"Yes," blushed Rick as Cindy smiled.
"Do you like your new genders?"
"I like mine," replied Cindy, puzzled at why she responded
so freely to Dan about a question she felt he should not have
asked.
"Mine is very satisfying," replied a puzzled Rick.
"Has your sex life improved?"
Cindy and Rick found themselves responding in significant
detail, unable to resist, almost enjoying the discussion.
"I would like to continue our visitations. Would that
please the two of you?"
"Yes," they responded.
"I will open the stairwell then. It will make it more
convenient for us. There is a bell. The previous owners and I
used it frequently and often dined together. I pride myself on
being a good cook and conversationalist. They seemed to enjoy
our evenings together."
"We’ve enjoyed the evening but we have to be going," said
Cindy. "I’m looking forward to our next visit."
"As am I. Good night."
"That was a strange evening," said Rick. "He sure got a
lot out of us and we didn’t get anything out of him."
"Yes. I don’t know why I answered his questions. I seemed
to enjoy talking about our sex lives with him."
"I didn’t enjoy it, I just couldn’t resist telling him
what he wanted to know," mused Rick. "Well, it’s late, lets go
to bed."
"Bathe me first."
"Okay."
------ o ------
"That’s not the front doorbell," puzzled Rick as they were
finishing supper. "It’s coming from the hall. . . . There it is
again, it’s at this door. Who’s there?"
"Dan Johnson, I took the inside way this evening."
"Dan, this is a surprise," said Rick as he opened the
door. "We were not expecting you."
"A spur of the moment decision. I brought some good wine.
I thought we might have a glass after dinner."
"Well . . . yes, come in."
"Good evening, Cindy. You are looking lovely this
evening."
"Thank you, sit, please. I’ll get some glasses."
"I enjoy a glass or two of wine in the evening, It loosens
the inhibitions and makes for friendlier interactions. Do you
keep the clock in the bedroom?"
"Yes, that’s where you suggested."
"And how do you have it set?"
"How do we have it set? . . . The opposite gender and E +
V," replied Cindy hesitantly.
"I thought you would. And Rick has enhanced your figure
has he not, your bust and hips are those a man would take
pleasure in."
"He did my hips but I did my bust," blushed Cindy.
"Ah. Your male mind at work," smiled Dan, "may I see
them?"
". . . If Rick doesn’t mind," answered Cindy, watching
Rick just stare at the floor before she removed her blouse and
bra.
"They are lovely, I have not seen better. And pleasant to
the touch," said Dan as he caressed one and kissed its nipple.
"I would like to see what Rick has done to your hips and
thighs."
Cindy looked at Rick and slowly removed her shorts and
panties. She moved close in front of Dan and slowly turned for
him.
"Yes, lovely indeed, lovely. I will leave now and return
in the morning after you have had your morning toilet and before
you have dressed. We will have an enjoyable morning. Ten o’clock
then?"
"Why did you undress in front of him?" asked Rick in a
firm voice.
"I couldn’t help myself. Why didn’t you say something when
I asked you if I could?"
"I couldn’t say anything. I just looked at the floor so I
wouldn’t have to watch. What is he doing to us?"
"I don’t know. He’s nice enough and very polite. Somehow I
just seem to want to do what he asks me to do. He said we will
enjoy tomorrow morning. I wonder what he meant?"
"Well, it’s late. We had better get some sleep and be
ready for him," said Rick.
"Time to get up, Cindy. Dan will be down in a little
while. We need to shower and eat breakfast."
"This shower feels nice on my breasts, sexy."
"Take the head off the holder and use it down lower,"
"Like this? . . . Ouuu, we’re going to have a big water
bill."
"Squat down, Rick, just a little . . . that’s it . . . I
love to feel you push through my lips and slide up inside me the
first time . . . deeper. How’s that?"
"Nice before breakfast, under the shower. Put your arms
around my neck, I’ve got you, wrap your legs around me . . .
pull yourself tight against me. That’s it, rub your clit against
me, round and round and up and down. . . ."
"Rick, I’m cumming, don’t let me fall, ah ah ah ah ahhh,
that was wonderful. . . . Let me down, I want to finish you."
Rick watched the water fall gently on her face, her cheeks
hollow as her lips slipped behind his cock-head; felt the
exhilaration of that wonderful suction drawing his cock in while
her tongue deftly enticed his orgasm to erupt in her mouth.
They had just finished breakfast when the door to the
stairway opened and a handsome man in his mid twenties, wearing
a robe and slippers, stepped through at precisely ten o’clock.
"Dan?" queried Cindy.
"The images we see are those of our mind’s eye, just as
sex is mostly in the mind. Rick, you do not seem pleased to see
me?"
"I don’t understand what you are doing in our house and I
don’t like for you to fondle my wife."
"Perhaps I should explain, not that I need to, but it may
ease our relationship. You see, I am still the owner of the
clock. I only loaned it to you to see if you would be worthy of
its use. You have proven to be quite satisfactory for my
purposes and have come under my control nicely. Rick, you are
somewhat more resistant than I would like but I think I can deal
with that. The clock has many capabilities of which you are not
aware. The owner’s section was not in the instructions you
translated."
"You tore them out of the back of the manual," said Rick.
"Yes, I have them in a safe place. The owner’s settings
are made in a compartment in the back of the clock. Only I have
access to that. You have already found out that under certain
conditions you cannot open your side of the clock, you simply
cannot make yourself do it. I have changed the user’s settings
somewhat. You will no longer be able to touch the clock or
interfere with it in any way. You have free run of the house,
but you cannot leave it, contact anyone besides myself or invite
anyone else in. I will provide you with whatever you need, all
you have to do is ask."
"You have configured each other’s bodies to your liking,
and you have done a fine job too. You may continue to enjoy the
pleasures of those bodies except when I require your services. I
am voyeuristic and may like to watch you enjoy yourselves from
time to time, I will be discrete."
"I am also bisexual. I will require sexual services of one
or both of you on a daily basis. My schedule is rather regular
and you can arrange your activities around it. You will retain
most of the controls over each other except for gender change or
any significant physical changes. I like your bodies the way
they are."
"Unlike you, I have the ability to change my body, as well
as yours, at will. I have physical preferences not unlike those
you have demonstrated, therefore the changes I make should not
be unpleasant. I assure you our sessions will be most satisfying
sexually. My control over you is persuasive in nature so you
should not be unhappy here in my house."
"The last couple found our relationship quite pleasant for
the most part. However, I must take partial blame for their
untimely deaths. A lapse in my security procedures allowed them
to leave the house. They were fleeing when their accident
occurred."
"Do you have any questions?"
"You called this your house," asked Cindy.
"Yes, like most people, you failed to read the fine print.
The paltry sum you paid was for a proportionately refundable
lease, not a purchase. I still retain the title to the
property."
"What are you going to do when our friends come looking
for us?" asked Rick.
"Oh my. You helped me handle that quite well, You no
longer exist. It was their outside contacts that caused the
difficulties with the last couple."
"We helped you!" exclaimed Cindy.
"Yes, I did that rather nicely I must say. Look carefully
at the pictures of the house that I sent you. You will see the
clock in one of them. And the business cards from the
real-estate agency that you always carried with you, they
contain one of the clock’s remote accessories between the layers
of paper. There are several accessories in addition to the
bracelets. I was able to influence your activities somewhat
before you came here. With my guidance, you made yourselves
disappear."
"Do not be concerned about your finances, their
arrangements are quite legitimate. And do not be concerned about
Mr. Jenson, he is an innocent bystander. I simply became aware
of you through his acquaintanceship with my previous couple. Oh
yes, the real-estate agency does not exist, your dealings were
with me exclusively."
"We do not need this superficial clothing here do we? Our bodies
are meant to be admired," said Dan, smiling as Cindy and Rick
removed their robes along with him. "Does what you see please
you, Cindy? It was meant for you."
"Nice," smiled Cindy.
"Kneel on the bed, Cindy, here between my legs, and let
Rick enter your vagina from behind. Slowly, Rick, never rush
lest you inflict some pain that would spoil the moment. When you
are ready, Cindy; it was made to fit your mouth and throat. Move
forward onto me as you leave Rick, now back onto Rick and then
onto me again. I will let the clock refresh us after each orgasm
so that we can continue for two hours."
Cindy felt first one and then the other cock fill her as
she rocked back and forth, a longing to be completely filled
building as she massaged her clit. She held Dan in her and moved
back onto Rick, then moved them both out of her to wait to be
filled again, moaning as she was filled completely; stroking her
clit to match the rhythm of the two cocks rippling through the
inner folds of her body as they moved toward one another, their
entrance faster now, her firm breasts shaking as flesh came
firmly against flesh. She felt the two cocks slowly withdraw,
poise and thrust full in, then slowly withdraw to thrust in
again; breathing deeply now before each thrust, ready for the
time when she knew they would remain deep within her while they
released their cum. She stroked her clit violently as she tasted
the beginning of Dan’s orgasm and felt the trembling of Rick’s
hands on her hips, desperately wanting to cum with them; her
body shuddering, short thrusts deep within her, feeling Rick’s
cock pulsing in her cunt while Dan’s cum shot into her stomach.
Her clit was too tender for her touch as the continuous thrusts
of their cocks returned to their rhythmic strokes, not letting
her passions die; her fingers driving her orgasm upward again,
one orgasm merging into the next; one continuous orgasm that her
fingers caused to erupt again and again, finally collapsing onto
the bed, breathing easily once more as Dan slipped his cock from
her mouth.
"I will see you at four this afternoon, the session will
be more gentle then" said Dan as he held her face and kissed her
wet mouth, his tongue flicking to the back of her throat. "There
are other parts of the body that can be made longer."
"That was nice of Dan to join us," said Cindy, puzzling
over her statement.
"Yes it was, did you enjoy his companionship?" responded
an equally puzzled Rick. "I’m looking forward to his next
visit."
"We’ll have to get ready for him, I’ll set out a glass of
wine for us then," said Cindy.
"Rick, kiss me, deeply," smiled Cindy, remembering Dan’s
parting kiss. She drew his tongue into her mouth and began to
lengthen it, feeling it move back over her tongue before she
released it. "That was nice."
"Yes, very nice," said Rick.
"How does your tongue feel?"
"Fine, why?"
"Let me see it,"
"Okay," Laughed Rick as he stuck it out about three inches
and then drew it back in. "How does it look?"
"It looks great," giggled Cindy, "kiss me again."
This time she drew it to the back of her throat before
stopping.
"Did you like that kiss?" asked Cindy.
"Yeah, I like to French kiss you, you don’t try to keep my
tongue out of your mouth."
"Rick, look in the mirror and stick your tongue out."
"Cindy! Did you do that?"
"Yes, does it feel any different?"
"Not unless I look at it. But then my cock didn’t feel any
different when you made it bigger either."
"The same with my breasts, well sort of. I guess when it
changes you, it adapts your body to the change."
"Kiss me again," said Cindy, slowly drawing his tongue to
the bottom of her throat.
"Come down here and French kiss my cunt, relax and take
your time. Ohhh, deeper. That’s enough. Open your mouth wide and
then slowly stick your tongue out. . . . It just seems to keep
coming out, it looks perfectly normal when it’s in your mouth.
Can you swallow all right?"
"Yeah, it feels normal but it sure doesn’t look normal,"
said Rick as he looked in the mirror trying to just stick it out
a normal amount.
"Do you have any idea how it felt in my cunt?"
"I can imagine. Now that I know what I’m doing, spread
your legs for the cunt kiss of your life."
"Ohh, I don’t know if I can take this, reach all the way
in . . . you’re at the top, just do your thing. It’s more
sensitive nearer the entrance, that’s it, on the front side.
Right . . . there. . . ."
"This is unbelievable," said Rick as he came up for air.
"I think I can hold your clit between my upper lip and tongue
while
its tip is in your cunt."
"Don’t talk, quick, put it back in, make me cum . . .
don’t stop, whatever you do don’t stop, just make me cum . . .
I’m cumming . . . ah ah ah ah ah ahhhh. Kiss me, in my throat. .
. . Ou, that felt good, almost like having your cock there. I
like your cock there better though."
"Want something to eat? NO, food silly, get away from
there. I’ve got some lunch meat and tomato, and I can open a
coke," said Cindy.
"Sounds good to me. Are you going to dress?"
"No, Dan is coming back at four. I want to take a shower
and douche before he comes too."
"Can I help you?"
"No, Rick. If you get in there with me I’ll just have to
douche again," laughed Cindy, "You use the other bath."
"Okay."
"Cindy, why did we have sex with Dan?"
"Because he . . . we . . . because he asked us to."
"I want to watch the one o’clock news before I shower,
call me if you need any help with that douche."
"Rick, do you think Dan wants to have sex with us when he
comes back?"
"I guess so, he said the session would be gentler. Did you
like what we did this morning?"
"It was ‘filling,’" smiled Cindy, "I’ve never had sex with
two men before. It felt great. I got so caught up in the
pleasure of it I didn’t even think about what I was doing, I
just let it happen."
"I don’t like you having sex with another man," said Rick.
"I don’t want to either, but you were there and you saw he
wanted me to. You didn’t say anything."
"Will you do it again when he comes back?"
"I have to if he asks me to."
"Why do you have to?"
"Because he wants me to."
"This is going nowhere," thought Rick. "Something’s wrong
here and I don’t understand it. When he’s with us, everything is
fine with Cindy and she lets him do anything he wants to do. I
can’t seem to be able to complain about what he does and even
join in with them. He’s gone now but I still can’t think
straight. I’ve got to do something."
"Sit here with me on the sofa and hold me," said Cindy, "I
want to read for awhile."
"I don’t know if this is going to work."
"What’s not going to work?"
"You sitting here between my legs, with your bare back
against my chest and my hands holding your breasts."
"I think it’s working just fine, feel between my legs."
"You’re getting wet."
"See!"
"Well, I guess I can take it if you can."
"I can take it, or you can take me. Use your tongue."
"Good afternoon, Cindy, Rick, I see you have some
refreshments ready," said Dan as he stepped through the door
promptly at four and sat at the table. "A little wine warms the
body, does it not?"
"Rick, have you ever engaged in fellatio?"
"No."
"Not even with this lovely woman here when she was your
husband?"
"That was different, I was a woman then."
"Why is it different, you are still the same person? Only
your body has changed."
"My mind has changed too, I have a man’s mind now."
"So it is all in your mind. If I gave you your woman’s
mind back, would you perform fellatio on me?"
". . . I don’t know, I really don’t want to."
"Look at my penis closely. Now, touch it," said Dan as he
got up and moved beside Rick, holding it close to Rick’s chest.
"Remember how Rick’s felt in your throat, the taste of his cum
as it pulsed into your mouth. Close your hand around it, feel
it’s warmth. It feels familiar doesn’t it, takes me to the
bedroom. Cindy, you come along too."
"Yours feels nice, well sized and curved just right," said
Dan as they sat on the bed. "It pleasures me to rub it softly.
Touch your woman’s lips to the head of mine, feel it’s silky
texture as you close your woman’s lips around its head. You know
now what pleasure you gave your husband, why do you deny the
same to me? Ah, it fills your mouth now, and into your throat as
wills yours now fill mine."
Rick could not think clearly. His memory of the pleasure
Cindy had felt as she sucked Rick’s cock clouded his reason, his
passions rising as Dan brought his orgasm closer to its climax.
"Don’t stop now, we can both cum again," said Dan. ". . .
See, the passion returns doesn’t it? Take it deep in your throat
and then out. Does it not still excite you as its warm softness
fills your male throat? What part of the mind controls this
passion, your male mind will provide you with the same pleasure
this time as your female mind just did if you will let it. You
do not mind that a man will soon receive your cum into his mouth
and throat do you. . . . ?"
"I will leave you with your thoughts, come Cindy, sit by
me and close your eyes. Feel my body, don’t open your eyes, tell
me what you feel."
"Long hair, soft shoulders . . . breasts, a small waist
and broad hips, a pussy between full thighs."
"I will ask you what I ask Rick. Have you performed
cunnilingus?"
"On Cindy, when I was her husband."
"Was it pleasurable to you?"
"Yes."
"Would you perform cunnilingus on the body you are
holding?"
"I don’t know, the mood . . . I guess I don’t know."
"Does the concept offend your mind?"
"It doesn’t offend me, but it doesn’t appeal to me
either."
"Would you accept cunnilingus from the person who has this
body?"
"I guess so, maybe with another glass of wine," smiled
Cindy.
"Well put, but no, too much wine dulls the mind. Lay your
head in my lap, smell the fragrance of a woman’s sex. Stretch
your body out and let me taste of yours. Ah, a faint sweetness
to go with the musty fragrance. Your vulva is soft, perfectly
formed like the petals of a flower, opening before me,
beckoning."
Cindy felt the tongue that had flicked deep into her mouth
enter her cunt and dwell there, probing, caressing, exciting her
as no cock had ever done. The moist lips that kissed her cunt
slipped up her vestibule to close gently around her clit,
drawing it from underneath its hood.
The fragrance of a woman’s vulva was strong in Cindy’s
nostrils now, pleasant as she lay her cheek against its moist
softness. Her lips slipped downward to kiss the lips of Dan’s
cunt, her tongue dipping in to taste its juices. Cindy
remembered the pleasure Rick had received from eating his wife’s
pussy. Certainly to please her but there had been a deep sexual
satisfaction for Rick as he buried his face in her vulva and
tasted of it. That feeling was here now, giving her pleasure as
her woman’s tongue and lips tasted the silky textures of a
woman’s vulva, strangely exciting her passions as she drove
Dan’s woman’s body to its climax. She did not stop, her rising
orgasm driving her lips and tongue as Dan’s great tongue drove
hers to its climax and beyond; his gentle lips chasing away the
tenderness of her clit to bring her to climax again and again,
the shuddering of his body interrupting her hypnotic state as
her hungry mouth fulfilled his desires.
"Yours was an act of passion?" inquired Dan.
"I was in a state of arousal, I don’t know if it was
passion or not."
"Your state of arousal lasted over an hour," smiled Dan.
"We will see if you will want to do it without stimulation
tomorrow. I will see both of you at ten this evening when I will
watch you enjoy the pleasures of each others body. I must be
going."
"Rick, I didn’t think you would suck him off."
"Neither did I, he tricked me. He changed my mind back to
female and made me feel like I was sucking your cock. After we
started the second time and I was caught up in it, he changed my
mind back to male. I was too far into it by then to stop. I
honestly don’t know how I felt then or now. When he was with
you, he changed to female. Did he do the same thing to you?"
"Not quite. He just used that long tongue of his in my
pussy to get me hot as a firecracker and then put my face in his
pussy. Nature sort of took its course after that. Women who are
really good friends don’t have the same hangups over eating each
others pussy as men do over sucking off another man."
"Yeah, I know. My best girlfriend and I ate each other
when we were fifteen. We wanted to have sex but we didn’t want a
boy to take our virginity. One of our older girlfriends told us
that it felt better than masturbating so we tried it."
"Did you do it again?" asked Cindy.
"No. Her parents moved to another town and I didn’t know
anyone else well enough to do it with."
"Will you eat ‘Miss Dan’ if she asks you to?"
"If she makes me; I probably will. It’s not that bad for
me. Once I get into it I sort of enjoy the sexual part," said
Cindy. "How about you?"
"I’ll resist it, I just don’t want to. What do you want to
do until ten?"
"Well, we need to fix supper. There’'s some laundry to do,
we’re using up a lot of sheets; then we can relax for a while.
Who knows what he’s got in mind for us."
"Okay."
"I think I will have a bottle of wine and a glass, Cindy,"
said Dan as he came through the door. ". . . Thank you."
"Rick, I want to sip this wine and watch you have
intercourse with Cindy, any position you like as long as it is
simple intercourse. How long do you think you can sustain it?"
"All night," smiled Rick as he looked at the grin on
Cindy’s face.
"Two hours will be sufficient," said Dan, smiling. "I will
refresh you both from time to time. You can engage in foreplay
if you wish."
"Rick, can you fuck me for two hours?"
"I’m sure going to try," smiled Rick.
"Get those other two pillows and put them under my hips,
I’m going to put these two under my head."
"Comfy?" asked Rick.
"I’ll feel better when you get your cock in me, It feels
so good when it’s in there now, a perfect fit. Oooh, your tongue
feels good in my cunt now too, it makes my breasts tingle," said
Cindy as she squeezed them together and flicked her long tongue
over her nipples.
"Let me do that," said Rick as he moved up her body and
took her nipple into his mouth, slowly easing his cock into the
intimate tightness of her cunt. "I want to put this in right,
it’s going to be in you for two hours."
"I know," purred Cindy, "don’t take it out after I cum,
keep thrusting it in me for the whole two hours. Can you kiss me
for two hours? We can fuck our throats at the same time."
"Yeah," said Rick, "slide yours into my throat, let me
draw it all the way in."
Rick worked his tongue past Cindy’s and down into her
throat while his cock glided in and out of her cunt, full
strokes with a steady rhythm; withdrawing for its head to pause
and probe her cunt entrance, quickly thrusting full in, pausing
to rub his pubis over her clit as they came together. His
strokes increasing to passionate thrusts, first as his orgasm
climaxed and then again as he felt the contractions of her cunt
and the shuddering of her body; the pleasurable pain of tender
clit and cock-head quickly fading as his strokes rekindled their
passions. They hardly noticed the passage of time or the
rippling of their bodies as Dan refreshed them after each
climax, the pleasure of the climax of each orgasm propelling
them on to the next; finally stopping their thrusting as Dan
said goodnight.
"Cindy, Rick, thank you for the entertainment. You may, of
course, continue if you wish," smiled Dan. "I will be back at
ten a.m."
"Don’t take it out," said Cindy, "just rest for a while
and hold me, it still feels good in me. We’re going to have to
change this bed linen and the pillows, do you have any idea how
much cum you put in me? A third of a cup at least. I’m wet and
sticky all over and the bed’s soaked"
"I guess you need a douche and a shower," smiled Rick,
"want me to bathe you?"
"Yeah, but not until you don’t feel good in me."
"When will that be?" asked Rick as he rolled them over
until Cindy was on top and squirming around on his hard cock.
"When I get numb or sore or something, maybe never. Just
let me lay here for a while and I’ll keep you hard."
"That was some session last night," said Rick as he
struggled to keep his eyes open in the morning light.
"It sure was," replied Cindy wistfully, remembering Rick’s
cock in her cunt as her fingers slowly stroked her clit. "Fuck
me, I’ve already warmed it up for you."
"Love to," replied Rick as he eased into her moist cunt.
"It feels just as good as last night."
"Sure does, this won’t take long, . . . kiss me."
"I want some breakfast and then I want to go back to
sleep," smiled Cindy as they untangled themselves.
"I’ll fix us something. Cindy, have you noticed all we
want to do is eat, have sex and sleep?"
"Well . . . Dan keeps us busy."
"Not really. Anyway, that’s still all we WANT to do."
"There’s something else?" smiled Cindy. "Besides, seeing
you walking around with that big half hard cock between your
legs is enough to keep a girl on her back."
"Yeah, that’s another thing. We don’t even put on any
clothes anymore."
"Dan doesn’t wear any when he comes down, he says he likes
to admire our bodies. Don’t you like to look at my body?"
"Sure I do, that’s why I have this hard-on half the time.
. . . Breakfast is ready, I fixed waffles and sausage."
"That was good," said Cindy, "I guess I’m just lazy this
morning, I still want to go back to bed."
"I’ll be with you in a minute, I want to clear the table
and put the dishes in the washer first."
"What took you so long? Spoon in behind me . . . hold my
breast . . . I like us to lie together like this, it makes me
feel secure, sort of warm all over."
"You two look comfortable. I almost hate to disturb you,"
said Dan as he entered the room.
"Rick, I am satisfied that you will not enjoy fellatio in
any form, and I will not force it on you. I am going to change
you into a female who does enjoy it, then I want you and Cindy
to take turns performing fellatio on me until I tire, probably
two hours or so. I will lie at the foot of the bed with my feet
on chairs and you can recline on the floor on a cushion. That is
probably the most restful position for both. For cunnilingus
also. Rick, I will call you Jasmine."
Cindy turned to look at Rick and saw a tall, tan skinned
woman with luxurious straight black hair hanging below her
shoulders, finely chiseled facial features, erect nipples on
huge firm breasts and a flat stomach between wide hips. Her hips
curving smoothly into full thighs with a perfectly formed vulva
nestled between them.
"Let us have a glass of wine. To loosen your tongues shall
we say?"
"Cindy, you go first please. We will give Rick time to
acclimate to Jasmine’s body and mind. Are you comfortable
Jasmine?"
"Fine, this is some body you’ve put me into. Her passions,
. . . there are thoughts and memories of hers in my mind that
frighten me. I’m not sure I want to remember them. How can I
know her memories?"
"The clock retains the memories of those it has
controlled. I am sure there are disturbing ones there, we will
talk about them some day. Cindy?"
The position was comfortable and his cock fit her
perfectly. He let Cindy do the things she was comfortable with
at first, guiding her gently with his hands which he kept
lightly on her head and face, sometimes pressing her tightly to
him and holding his cock deep in her throat for a moment. He
began to teach her things she had never experienced, things that
were almost as much pleasure to her as to him. She felt his body
stiffen, the taste of his cum become stronger as her lips and
tongue fluttered over his cock-head and up and down its length.
Her cheeks hollowed as his cock began to pulse, sucking each
spurt out for it to flow over her tongue. Its taste was
different from Rick’s but not unpleasant, its texture thick as
she swallowed each pulse. She kept the last spurt and slipped
his cock from her mouth, smiling as she looked up at him;
swishing it around in her mouth, savoring its taste as her
saliva diluted it and then slowly swallowed it. She took his
cock back into her mouth to suck out the last few drops and
carefully lick it clean.
Jasmine’s mind clearly remembered how Cindy had sucked her
husband Rick’s cock and how she had enjoyed it. But there were
strange new memories of things Rick did not yet but would soon
understand, things he would be taught in days to come.
Jasmine’s mouth slid easily to the base of Dan’s cock
where he held her as her lips and teeth toyed with his sack. She
rolled her head around and he pressed her to him until there was
no more that could be taken in but still she was not filled. Her
lungs forced air past his cock and drew in fresh so that she
could stay there to be filled.
His cock grew in length until it pressed against the
bottom of her throat and she was no longer comfortable with it
there. He took his cock-head back out into her mouth so she
could breathe freely for a short time and he could swell the
width of his cock. It slid easily in again and he swelled it
until she felt the pleasure of the ridge of his cock-head
rippling along the folds of her throat, a sensuous feeling that
gave pleasure to both.
Her tongue was strong against the bottom of his cock-head
as she caressed its bottom. She held it against the rough roof
of her mouth while her cheeks hollowed to suck on it and to draw
it in; moving her head back and forth to pass it between her
strong tongue and the rough roof of her mouth until it felt
right to press her lips to his groin again.
Her lips and tongue played with his cock-head and licked
its length. She held his cock to her face as she wet his sack
and took it into her mouth, closing her lips and teeth behind
his balls to pull gently on them while she stroked his cock with
her hand. His sack slipped from Jasmine’s mouth for her to close
her lips over his cock-head again, pushing it out with her
tongue and sucking it back in with the hollowing of her cheeks,
rolling her head around and around, bobbing it up and down and
taking it to the bottom of her throat; over and over until his
cum pulsed into her mouth, flowing over her tongue to be savored
and swallowed.
Dan released Jasmine’s head and placed his hands on
Cindy’s, pressing his cock to her waiting lips. She pursed her
moist lips and sucked his large cock into her mouth until her
lips wrapped behind his cock-head; her teeth open wide, tongue
slithering over his broad cock as she pushed her mouth over it,
forcing it to the back of her throat. She felt her mouth and
throat changing as Dan pulled her head to him, holding her
breath as he worked his cock full into her throat. She rolled
her head around, seating him fully in her and then lifted her
head from his cock.
"Do not worry, Cindy, this change is only temporary, I
think you will enjoy it."
Cindy took his balls into her large mouth and played with
them while Dan caressed her hair and face, finally releasing
them and taking his cock back into her mouth. Dan gently pulled
her onto him until he was fully in her once more.
"Now open your mouth wide and take my scrotum and
testicles into your cheeks. I have not experienced this before.
Yes . . . that’s it, one testicle at a time into your cheeks . .
. now close your mouth gently while I thrust hard and full into
you. We have done it, the ultimate deep throat. Back out now and
breathe deeply."
She felt her throat slowly fill as she lowered her head
over his cock again, the ridge of his cock-head rippling
sensuously through the folds of her throat until it pressed
against the bottom. Back up to breathe, then quickly down again
to pause and savor the feeling of fullness, his hands on her
head, holding her tightly there until she needed to rise; her
strokes longer now, her lips moving from his cock-head to his
groin. "If only he would last, I would cum when he did," she
thought; back out into her mouth to lick its head while her
cheeks hollowed to suck out the cum she waited for. "Take a deep
breath, I want to cum in your throat," he said as his hands
pressed her head to him. "It will be quick. You should feel it
pulse now." She knew she would not feel it flow over her tongue
this time as she felt his pulsing cock thrust deep into her and
stroke against the bottom of her throat, his cum spurting down
into her stomach with each pulse. He sighed and lay back as the
last pulse faded away and his cock was licked clean.
His body rippling slightly as he refreshed himself to
receive the pleasures of Jasmine’s body. She slid her wetted
lips over his cock-head and rolled her head around and around,
flicking the underside of his cock-head with her tongue as it
passed; sucking it in farther and farther, then back to play
with his meatus with the tip of her tongue, slowly sucking his
cock to the back of her throat. Back and forth in her mouth now,
short quick strokes while she sucked hard on it. Suddenly her
lips slid to the base of his cock as she thrust it to the bottom
of her throat and bobbed her head up and down, then back to its
head and down to its base and back to its head. His hands were
on her head now, caressing, holding; his hips straining to
thrust into her as his orgasm climbed toward its climax. Her
lips and tongue caressed his cock-head, her mouth sucking out
the first of his cum for her to taste as his cock began to
pulse. She felt his cum flow over her tongue as it spurted from
his pulsing cock, tasting it as she swallowed each spurt;
waiting for him to thrust his cock to the bottom of her throat
and hold it there until its pulses ceased and there was no more
cum and it was Cindy’s time to taste his cum in her mouth.
Cindy had learned as she watched Jasmine guide Rick to do
the things she knew, now Cindy learned as Dan guided her. They
made him cum again and again, first one and then the other.
When he was finished, he changed Jasmine back to Rick and
went upstairs, promising to return at four.
"Rick, fuck me. My cunt’s on fire, it won’t take long.
Ahh, that feels so good going in . . . do it hard . . . yeah,
like that . . . I’m cumming, ah ah ah ah ah ahhh, thank you.
Hold me for a while."
"Do you remember what it’s like when you’re Jasmine?"
"I remember what I did, how it felt."
"Is it your mind in her body or hers?"
"Pretty much hers. That’s how he gets me to do those
things he wants me to do. I’m just sort of watching and feeling
what she’s doing."
"Do you feel her orgasms?"
"Do I ever. It’s her orgasm in her body but I feel it as
if it was happening to me, mine were never like that. She has to
be the most passionate woman who ever lived, she lives for sex.
She does things to Dan I’ve never dreamed of."
"How do you know to do those things to Dan?"
"I guess I have to tell you this, remember what I said
when Dan first changed me to her?"
"Yeah, something about memories and not wanting to
remember them. Tell me about them if you can."
"Well, I don’t think I’ll ever forget them. When Dan
changed me to Jasmine, it’s like I was reading her mind. She and
her brother Jarrad, a male concubine I guess you would call him,
had been in a Sultan’s harem. She had been used as a companion
for the Sultan’s guests since she was a little girl, and had
been subjected to some of the most depraved acts imaginable. She
learned how to do things from those people, but I think she was
born with the passion she had. The Sultan had given her to Dan
for the night when he and his entourage had visited Dan’s
employer here in San Francisco. Dan had gotten her to use the
bracelet he carried with him and found out about her
enslavement. He arranged for them to escape during a tour of a
large mall. She and Jarrad simply walked through the stock room
in the back of a store and got in a waiting van. The Sultan
didn’t report it, I guess he didn’t want the police to talk to
her. Dan kept her hidden for a while and then married her. They
lived together happily for thirty years. With Dan being
bisexual, of course he let Jarrad live with them. Jasmine died
from a heart attack some ten years ago. Jarrad had died five
years earlier."
"I think she remembered every thing that had ever been
done to her and every thing she had ever done to anyone else.
It’s all in my mind now too. I want to write it down before I
forget it, it would make some story."
"She was a beautiful stately woman with the most sensuous
body I’ve ever seen," said Cindy. "To think of the mental
anguish she must have endured. Can you sense her state of mind?"
"Only that she adored Dan and felt secure for the first
time in her life, but I think her mind was tortured by
nightmares from her past. Fix us some lunch will you? I'm going
to the study and start writing it down now, we've got several
hours before Dan returns."
"Here’s your sandwich and a drink. I’m going to sit here
and read for awhile."
"How’s it coming?"
"Slow, I haven’t figured out how to organize it yet. I’m
just putting down data now. I guess the format will develop as I
go. We better get ready for Dan, it’s almost four."
"Good afternoon Cindy, Rick," said ‘Miss’'Miss' Dan.
"Cindy, are you ready to perform cunnilingus?"
"If you want me to."
"You do not want to?"
"I will do it if you want me to."
"Willingly?"
"Yes."
"If that is the best I can hope for, then proceed. I will
teach you some things that may change your mind. Put your tongue
in my vagina, yes, like that. Deeper, slowly until your longer
tongue reaches the top, that’s it. Now, do the things you know
to do. I may make this change permanent. Rick would like that."
"Rick, when Cindy is finished will you follow her or do I
need to call Jasmine?"
"I like to eat a good pussy," answered Rick, "Cindy and I
will keep your spirits up."
Cindy didn’t say anything about already fixing their
tongues. She wondered if Dan could tell it as she eased it into
her cunt. If she did, she didn’t say anything about it. "Her
cunt is nice," thought Cindy as she tried all those things she
had learned on Miss Dan. She quickly brought her orgasm to a
climax, letting Rick move in while she rested.
Rick wondered how much Dan really enjoyed his climaxes,
they didn’t seem nearly as intense as Cindy’s. His pussy eating
was not as passionate as it was with Cindy. His mind was on
other things and the mood was not right, but he still brought
Dan’s orgasm to a climax in a reasonable time and let Cindy move
back in to continue on to another climax. Six each and the time
was up.
"That was relaxing for me," said Dan, "I will see you at
ten. Tomorrow will be ‘more active’ shall I say. I think Cindy
will enjoy it."
"Supper, Cindy?"
"Yeah, I think sex makes me hungry."
"Some more of that roast?"
"Fine."
"I’m going to do some more on the story after we eat. Dan
doesn’t leave us much time for other things, does he."
"He gives us all we need, supper’s on the table."
"Why do people complain about leftovers? This was good.
Want some help with the dishes?"
"No, I’ll do them and then I’m going to take a nap."
"We can’t let this keep on," thought Rick as he tried to
write down Jasmine’s memories. "Dan’s working on our minds and
he’s really gotten to Cindy. I’ve got to do something."
"The wine is good," said Dan as he sat beside the bed.
"Perform 69 for me tonight. I will change your genders after the
first hour. You should enjoy that."
Rick and Cindy liked to stretch their 69 out and an hour
was not a long time for them, maybe three orgasms. Cindy lay on
Rick where she had shaped his cock to fit her mouth and throat,
her vulva pressed to his face as he raised his head to taste of
her sex and excite it. He thrust his tongue into her cunt as the
hollowing of her cheeks slipped her lips over his cock-head; the
pleasure of his tongue in her cunt coaxing her clit from under
its hood, its tenderness changing to a passionate longing for
his lips and tongue to caress it as it as she caressed his cock.
Cindy felt Rick’s tongue lap up her vestibule, his lips
nibbling and caressing her labia, tongue toying with her meatus
as her tongue caressed his cock; waiting for the familiar
feeling of his mouth engulfing her clit when they would both
excite the centers of their sex; waiting for the climb to that
plain of erotic joy they so often shared. Climbing now as cock
and clit were swallowed into the vibrant warmth of their mouths,
his cum spurting into her shuddering body, flowing over her
tongue to be tasted and swallowed.
Down from the plain until their decent was slowed by their
hungry mouths and raised once more to climax and fall again, the
fall less this time before it was stayed and their passions
restored.
Rick felt Cindy’s clit suddenly swell and grow deep into
her woman’s throat as Dan changed their gender.
Rick glanced at Dan and saw his intense stare as they
changed. He gasped as Dan flexed his back, bending far down to
take his extended cock into his mouth and pleasure himself.
Cindy’s movements brought his mind back to her. She would
be Rick for a while now. It felt strange to be back in Cindy’s
body, pleasant memories as she felt her husband’s lips around
her clit, his cock in her throat. The tastes and fragrances of
Cindy’s vulva were familiar and sweet to Rick as he thrust his
tongue into her cunt and then moved back to her clit, sucking
and caressing it to build her orgasm; hard to concentrate as her
fluttering tongue caressed his cock, his orgasm rising with
hers. Their orgasms neared their climax as she sucked the first
traces of his cum from his throbbing cock, more now as it pulsed
its familiar cum into her mouth and then her throat as she took
his cock deep within her shuddering body.
Dan continued to pleasure himself as he watched them, his
orgasms climaxing with theirs until the last hour was up.
"Ten a.m." said Dan as he changed their genders back and
abruptly left the room.
Rick smiled as he looked at Cindy in the morning light,
still sleeping beside him; head to foot as they had been when
they finally fell asleep. Their sex had been good last night.
"Dan had been disturbed as they had watched his auto
fellatio last night," thought Rick as he got out of bed and went
to the bathroom for his morning toilet. "He’s losing control of
his faculties." Shaving each morning was a pain but taking care
of the rest of a man’s body was simple he reasoned. He had
thought about growing a beard but wondered how he could eat
pussy with one. Cindy would have a fit, or would she? His smile
faded as his thoughts went back to Dan. "I’ve got to act quickly
before he harms us."
"Rick, I’ve fixed waffles, come and get them," called
Cindy.
"I didn’t know you were up yet, I’ll be there in a
minute."
"These waffles are good. Cindy, . . . do you enjoy what
Dan’s making us do?"
"The sex is so good, it’s hard not to enjoy it most of the
time."
"Why do you do the things you don’t want to do?"
"Because he asks me to."
"What about our house? He could take it from us?"
"He’s a nice man. He wouldn’t do that," replied Cindy.
Rick pondered Cindy’s answer, the same one she usually
gave, ‘because he asks me to.’ Her mind has to be well under his
control, thought Rick, more so than mine, I set my mind so
strongly to male in order to block out my previous female
thoughts that it must be resisting his will. I have to find a
way to get control of the clock away from him if we’re ever
going to get out of this situation.
Rick wondered how Dan kept control of the clock when he
was having sex with them, he was completely naked then, but he
had to have some device.
"Good morning, Cindy, Rick, time for our next session."
"Rick, lie here at the end of the bed. Cindy, straddle his
hips and take him in you, that’s it. Now lean forward and lie on
his chest, I’m sure you will find something to do there. Cindy,
this will not hurt, in fact you should find it quite
pleasurable."
Cindy felt Dan’s cock press against her anus and then
slide easily into her, a strange erotic feeling as it moved on
up into her bowels. He paused and she could feel his cock
swelling. He continued to swell it as he worked it slowly in and
out until she tensed. He held it full in for a while, moving it
around until it felt comfortable to her again.
"Rick, I am going to withdraw until only the head of my
penis is in her and then lift Cindy’s hips slightly," said Dan,
"We will do this next part slowly at first. As I start back in,
I want you to start to withdraw, continue until only the head of
your penis is in her when I am fully in. I want us to then
reverse the process and repeat it over and over so that Cindy
always feels one of us entering her, like the drivers on a steam
locomotive. Cindy will soon feel only the entrance and not the
withdrawal. It will seem to her that an endless penis is
entering her body. I can tell you that the feeling is extremely
erotic. And, Rick, use your hand and massage her clitoris
constantly."
"Dan was right," thought Cindy after her second orgasm. He
changed their bodies to those of other men and women for an
instant and then back following each orgasm. Each time it seemed
as if they were as fresh as when they had started. The
distinction between her cunt and bowels faded. Her mind only
felt the entrance of an endless cock that never quite filled
her, the path of its entrance oscillating within her body while
their tongues thrust into each others throat in time with those
oscillations; their bodies randomly erupting in orgasm after
orgasm with no pause before continuing on to the next.
"You seemed to enjoy it, Cindy," smiled Dan.
"It wasn’t so much that I enjoyed it as that it
overwhelmed me," gasped Cindy, struggling to regain some
semblance of sanity.
"Perhaps you should rest after lunch, I will return at
four."
"I’ll fix us some lunch," said Rick. "You rest this
afternoon and I’ll work on my story."
"I’ve got to work on more than this story," thought Rick.
"I’ve got to find where he carries his control device."
"Good afternoon, Cindy, and you again Jasmine," said Dan
as he changed Rick.
"I have need of two women again this afternoon. I am in
the mood to perform cunnilingus, but I want to do it as an
expert to provide you with the most pleasure. I will do it as
Jarrad, Jasmine’s brother. I want you to position yourselves at
the foot of the bed and I will recline on a cushion. I will
spend two hours, time to savor the pleasures of each of your
bodies. I will begin with your delicate vulva Cindy and bring
you to climax two times, and then with you, Jasmine."
Cindy sensed the gentle touch of Jarrad’s lips and tongue
as she relaxed on the bed, eyes closed while she waited for the
arousal of her passions. The lingering kiss on the tenderness of
her inner thighs giving way to a more wanton lapping of his
tongue along the crease between thigh and vulva, lips brushed
across and down her labia to the opening lips of her cunt;
kissing there before moving on to breathe on the bud of her clit
and back to taste of the juices of her cunt. She sighed as his
tongue probed her entrance, slithering in to caress within her
body, lifting her hips in response to the slowness of his
entrance then down as his tongue flowed into her; its tip
flicking and caressing all that it found and suddenly withdrawn
to lap up her vestibule to her meatus, probing, tasting,
caressing its way to her now aching clit. His mouth closed over
the top of her vulva, drawing it in for his lips to grasp her
hood and hold it; the suction of his mouth drawing out her clit
for his tongue to caress, a sudden flick striking a fire that
was cooled by the caress of his tongue, a caress that fueled the
fires of her orgasm, burning briefly until his mouth drifted
away to kiss thigh and cunt. Back to her clit to suck it in and
caress it, keep it’s fire alive but not too bright, his tongue
slithering down her slit to thrust deep into her cunt and return
to caress her clit; each caress bringing her closer to that
euphoric state of ecstasy she sought, holding her at its edge as
he drifted away from the center of her sex to toy with her
passions, fueling their fire but not letting them flame until
the time was right,
Cindy pulled his head back to her clit and pressed him
there, grinding her vulva against his face until he sucked her
clit hard into his mouth, holding its hood as he let her clit
slip in and of his mouth; harder, faster until the climax of her
orgasm sent waves of erotic joy rippling through her body,
stilling the thrusts of her hips as she relaxed to wait for his
tongue to enter her cunt again. Her hands gently holding his
head until her clit would let her pull his mouth to it once more
and let him satisfy her again.
Jasmine’s fiery passions rose quickly as Jarrad’s tongue
snaked from her cunt to her clit. Not wanting to be held back,
her hands held his mouth to her clit, forcing it inward to be
sucked and stroked, only briefly guiding his tongue into her
cunt, gripping his tongue with the circular muscles of her cunt
until it was needed to caress her clit again; holding him there
until her orgasm climaxed. The tenderness of her clit was
pleasurable pain as Jarrad continued his caresses, driving her
orgasm up toward its climax again, quickly at first and then
more slowly as she relaxed and let Jarrad fuel her passions.
Rick watched Jarrad intently through Jasmine’s eyes,
searching for signs of some control device. Jarrad’s tongue was
probing deep in Jasmine’s cunt now, his hands beside her vulva,
massaging her clit when Rick saw it. Jarrad wore a thin pale
gold ring with the same design as the bracelet, not obvious on
his finger. Rick had to find a way to get it. His mind faded now
as Jasmine responded to Jarrad, brother and sister caught up in
the erotic sex of two concubines trained to please.
"That was very satisfying," said Dan as he changed himself
and then changed Jasmine back to Rick. "I will see you at ten
tonight."
"That was restful," said Cindy after Dan had gone, "just
lying there and having great orgasms, but it’s not all that
satisfying. I get lonesome, I need something, someone, to hold
on to, someone to hold me and kiss me."
"Me too, even Jasmine felt lonely, passionate but lonely.
69 is better. How about spaghetti and meat balls?"
"Fine, I’ll help fix it."
"That was good," Rick said. "I like Italian food. I’m
going to write down some more of Jasmine’s memories."
His writing went poorly. His mind kept coming back to Dan
and what to do about him. He realized there was only one way to
handle it, and prepared the things he needed. He would make his
move in the morning before Dan changed anything. He couldn’t
tell Cindy. She was too far under Dan’s control. It was up to
him.
Cindy set out the wine Dan liked and watched TV until he
returned, wondering what he would have them do tonight.
"You have my wine ready, thank you," said Dan as he
returned promptly at ten p.m.
"Cindy, your endurance will be challenged tonight. I want
you to impale yourself on Rick’s masterful penis for two hours,
copulating and masturbating yourself without interruption. Do
not concern yourself with Rick, do it for yourself, he will be
adequately satisfied. Use what foreplay you require before you
begin."
Cindy smiled as Rick lowered himself onto her. She opened
her lips and teeth to receive the thrust of his tongue as his
mouth closed over hers in a deep, lingering kiss. His lips and
tongue flowed down her body, following the path he knew excited
her, thrusting his tongue deep into her cunt as her hands
pressed his face to her; lingering there until the entrance of
her clit blossomed and he could taste her fresh juices.
Rick leaned back and pulled her toward him so that she
straddled his thighs, her belly against his cock. Cindy pressed
his cock tight against her belly, looking at it as she felt its
cock-head at her navel, smiling as she thought of it being that
far inside of her.
Cindy moved her feet under her to raise herself and then
slowly lowered the open lips of her cunt over his cock-head, her
head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open as she felt his
cock sliding through the inner folds of her body. Her hands on
her belly as if to feel his cock as it moved up inside her until
she rested on his pelvis, crotch to crotch. She raised up until
only his cock-head was in her and then let herself fall, a faint
cry of pleasure from her throat as she impaled herself on his
cock; that exquisite pleasure for cunt and cock as they slid
over and within again and again. She moved her feet back to rest
on her knees and leaned forward until Rick held her breasts in
his hands to give her pleasure as he supported her. His hands
held her as she rocked forward on her knees until only his
cock-head was inside her body, gentle motions now so they could
feel his cock-head slipping in and out of the lips of her cunt,
in and out . . . in and out . . . in and out as the quiet sounds
of pleasure escaped from her throat. She felt the sudden thrust
of Rick’s cock as his hips drove it deep within her and then
pulled her down to rest upon him again; holding her there while
she moved back and forth, exciting her clit with each forward
movement. Now sliding her clit over the hairs of his pubis to
begin the climb of her orgasm; her movements working his cock
back and forth as it rested deep within her, fueling his fires
as their orgasms rose higher and higher toward their climaxes;
not together but blurring together as the passionate thrusts of
the climax of one soon followed those of the others.
The end of one orgasm became the beginning of another as
Cindy gently rocked her tender clit against Rick; the easing of
its tenderness to feelings of pleasure driving the passions of
her thrusts to fuel another orgasm. "Hold my breasts," breathed
Cindy as she leaned forward, "make love to them."
Her clit was on fire as she slid it back and forth over
his pubic hair, each stroke moving his cock from side to side in
her cunt until she fell from the giddy heights of her final
climax; collapsing on Rick’s chest, her mind lost in the
afterglow of her passion.
Cindy slowly turned and rolled over with Rick on top of
her, his tongue probing deep in her cunt as she took his cock
into her mouth, drawing it deeper as it fitted itself to her
throat. "Fuck my throat," she whispered as she paused to breathe
and then pulled his hips hard against her face. Slow steady
strokes of cock and tongue driving them to another climax before
they lay quietly together and rested.
"Most satisfactory," said Dan, "I will see you tomorrow at
ten."
"Rick, I'm so mixed up," said Cindy after Dan left. "Hold
me."
"I’m tired; and my mind is confused about Dan and us. My
orgasms were so intense," said Cindy as she lay beside Rick. "I
think I’ll douche and shower and go to bed."
"Let me bathe you. I’ll behave myself," smiled Rick.
"Okay," purred Cindy, "if you promise not to behave."
"How do you feel this morning?" asked Rick as he woke
Cindy gently with a kiss.
"It’s nice so far," smiled Cindy. "I feel good, suppose I
fix us a nice big breakfast?"
"What happened to your diet?"
"I’ll make up for it at lunch, I’m going to enjoy myself
with Dan this morning."
"I will too," said Rick, matter-of-factly.
"Good morning, Cindy, Rick."
"Your performance of 69 last night lingers in my mind. Do
you like it, Cindy?"
"It’s one of our favorites."
"Do you like it, Rick?"
"Yes, sometimes we use it to warm up for a good fuck. It
also helps to put us to sleep after a hard day."
"I also enjoy it, it would be nice this morning. Cindy,
you and I will start and then, Rick, Jasmine will improve your
skills. Cindy, with me on top."
Dan liked for them to watch his sexual activities and Rick
was sitting beside the bed, closely watching Dan eating Cindy’s
pussy. Dan’s eyes closed as he thrust his long tongue deep into
her cunt.
Rick quickly struck the back of Dan’s head with the cloth
wrapped bat he had hidden under the bed. Dan simply collapsed
onto Cindy.
Rick pulled Dan off of Cindy, removed the ring from Dan’s
finger and quickly placed it on his own, being careful to turn
it the same way as Dan had worn it.
The things that raced through Rick’s mind startled him.
The knowledge of all of the instructions for the clock was
crystal clear as were its internal settings.
The controls and changes were not established in as casual
a way as enlarging Cindy’s breasts had been, sort of a ‘I want
your breasts to be bigger’ thing. They required a specific
mental statement detailing the intended control or change, a
specific activation statement and a request for a confirmation,
no ‘I wish you were’ thing.
Rick removed the controls over Cindy that Dan had given to
the clock. Dan’s controls over him had apparently been removed
when he had put on the owner’s ring. The next thing was to
establish control over Dan before he regained consciousness.
Rick restricted his movements to the inside of the house and his
apartment and made him subservient to all of Rick’s commands and
requests.
Rick and Cindy lifted Dan onto the bed where Rick hogtied
him to keep him out of trouble. Rick’s mind knew the location of
the missing pages of the instruction book and the key to the
back of the clock. He left Cindy to watch Dan and got the pages
and key.
"Cindy, stay here and watch him. Don’t get near him, just
watch him. I told him to sleep so I don’t think he’ll wake up.
I’m going to translate these pages and then we can figure out
how to control him and what we want to do with him. It won’t
take me long."
"I think I had it figured out pretty well, Cindy. There’s
nothing he, or anyone else for that matter, can do to us through
the clock or any of its accessories as long as I have this ring
on. However, there’s always the threat of physical force like I
used on him as long as he lives. I might be able to erase the
memories of the clock from his mind but I’ve got to study that
some more. I’m going to open the back of the clock, remove the
settings he put in there for us and add some for him."
"Are we going to leave him like this, in this young body?"
asked Cindy.
"I can see two versions of him as the older man, one he
hasn’t used for some time. I’m going to change him to the one we
know and we’ll go from there. Lets get him in the family room,
away from the clock, and I’ll lock the bedroom door while I
study this manual, let him sleep for a while."
"Okay, this is very clear. It covers selective memory loss
to protect the owner from people who have found out about the
clock and I know how to maintain complete control over him. He
had left us some freedom to enjoy the sex he was making us
participate in and that was his downfall. I was able to think
about what was happening to me and develop a plan to escape from
his control. There, that should eliminate his memory of the
clock. I’ve got complete control so I’m going to change him to
the Dan we knew and wake him up . . . we better dress first.
Find him some clothes while I watch him. I think they’re on his
bed upstairs."
"That looks like them. Untie his feet and put his pants
and shoes and stuff on first. Look at that, that’s what that
word was, ‘belt buckle,’ give me that belt buckle and empty all
his pockets. Now, tie his feet, untie his hands and finish
dressing him. Fine, I’m going to change him first. If he stays
asleep, then I’ve got this right."
"Look, it’s the Dan we first met," said Cindy.
"Yeah, and he’s still asleep. Untie him and we’ll set him
in the chair. Well, here goes, stay away from him at all times."
"Well, I must have dozed off, I must apologize."
"That’s okay, we were discussing the deed to our house,"
said Rick.
"Yes?"
"You acted as the real-estate agent for the sale and must
have used the wrong form when the deed was recorded. My attorney
is drawing up a new set of papers and you can sign them."
"I am sorry this happened, Of course I will correct the
error. Well, it is getting on, can I go upstairs now?"
"Of course, we’ll see you later."
"Well, Cindy, what do you think. Can we trust him?"
"Did you hear him ask you for permission to go upstairs? I
think you have him under your control."
"That’s what the complete control setting calls for, he’s
almost a robot," said Rick. "He’s still a potential danger to us
though. When we get the papers properly filed, I’m going to
revert him to his original configuration and erase his memory of
the clock completely. His lease is up in another month. Then I’m
going to erase his memory of ever being here and he’s out of our
lives."
"Rick, it’s raining, coming down hard. Lets go out by the
pool."
"We don’t have our suits."
"The neighbors can’t see us. I want the clean rain to wash all
this off us, come out with me. . . . The rain feels nice on my
breasts, not stingey like the shower," said Cindy as she stretched
her arms out and arched her back. "Take your hands and bathe me with
the rain, all over. I’ll bathe you."
"You know where this is going to lead."
"Yes, I want it to. I want us to bathe and make passionate love
in the cleansing rain."
It was different, making love in the rain. The rain washed the
taste of her away as they sat on the longue and kissed, tender rain
washed lips, washed eyes, washed face, washed ears, washed throat;
sweet warm tongue and mouth, lingering there with her breasts pressed
to his chest while the raindrops collected and streamed between them
and their tongues darted in their mouths like playful otters.
Rick remembered another time, another body, another place on a
sunny hillside. . . . sweet memories. He cleansed her with his hands;
her face and throat, shoulders and arms, each finger, gently rinsing
the long hair that flowed through his hands and clung to her back. He
longed to bathe her breasts with his tongue, those big beautiful firm
breasts, breasts a man dreams of and a sensual woman dreams of
feeling a man caress and suckle . . . but he had to cleanse them
first. They were not objects of poetic beauty like those on the
hillside but objects of sexual beauty, objects of pleasure for him
when he looked at them, touched them and suckled them and felt them
pressed to him; pleasure for her when she felt them move as she
walked, felt him touch them, caress them, suckle them, felt them
press against his body.
His finger moved over the top of her breast, joining the rain
drops until they formed rivulets that flowed underneath, clung there
for a moment as if it did not want to leave, then fell into her lap
to find pleasure there. His hands bathed her breasts until the drops
flowed into sheets of water, water that glistened as it wetted and
covered them. His eyes glimpsed the faint colorings of delicate
purple lines through her breasts translucent skin, watched her
breasts rise and separate with each deepening breath, felt his face
between them as she pressed him to her for a moment . . . and then
released him; a quick suck of each erect nipple and he continued his
act of cleansing.
Rick parted her waist length hair and brought it over her
shoulders where it clung to her chest and the tops of her breasts,
falling down around their sides like fringes on a beautiful ornament.
She turned as he reached behind her to bathe her neck and back,
turning, twisting, sighing softly as his massaging hands bathed and
soothed her.
She stood and he moved against her back, reaching under the
fringe of hair that hung from her breasts to bathe beneath them and
then her stomach and belly. The rain was coming down harder now,
washing the fringe of hair back from her nipples until it clung
between and beside her breasts. He bathed her broad hips, the cheeks
of her butt and between and then lay her on the lounge where the rain
pooled in her navel and overflowed.
Rick sat at the end of the lounge and placed her foot over his
shoulder to bathe her thigh and calf, and then her foot and each toe
. . . first one leg and then the other. He slid up between her legs
to bathe her vulva and all its hidden treasures, bathe the soft hairs
of her muff, her body tensing as he bathed her tender clit and under
its hood. "Rick," she whispered as she pulled him to her with her
legs, pulled his stiffened cock-head against her nether lips. "Not
yet," he replied softly, "not yet," and pushed back to finish the
pairs of lips and the vestibule between that she lifted to him, then
finally her nether lips, a kiss to their clean petals and he was
finished.
Rick stood and lifted Cindy, placing her hands on his face and
kissing their palms. He lifted her hair over her shoulders and let
the rain wash it down her back, watching her breasts bounce and
jiggle as she hurriedly bathed his face and neck, over each shoulder
and down his arms to his hands and fingers; pausing to look into his
eyes, take his face in her hands and kiss his clean lips with hers.
Her eyes smiled and her tongue licked her lips as her hands felt the
muscles of his chest and stomach, slowing to suck and harden his
clean nipples. She moved to his back and the tight cheeks of his butt
and between.
He lay on the longue and lifted one leg for her to bathe and
then the other, spreading his legs for her to bathe his bush and his
balls. Their gaze met and they smiled as she bathed the cock she had
shaped to fill her, taking too long, not bathing it but desiring it,
bending to kiss its head and then swallow it up until her face was
buried in the wet hairs of his bush. Rick placed his hands on her
head and pressed her tight to him for a moment, then lifted her up
and bent to kiss her lips.
"There’s only the two of us here now," said Cindy as she
straddled his thighs, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed
her breasts to his chest. "Love me."
Rick spread his legs and she guided his cock-head into her
entrance, slowly enveloping him with her warmth while she drew his
tongue into her mouth. The feeling on the hillside that had been
sweet, satisfying was now intense, exciting, pure sex as his huge
cock slowly filled her and his tongue snaked to the back of her
throat. They sat there, their passions rising as their arms and hands
held and caressed their undulating bodies, their lips and tongues and
mouths kissed and licked and sucked, her breasts squeezed tightly
between their chests as the clean rain poured down on them.
"It’s time," she said as she lay back on the lounge. "Fuck me,
make me cum with your cock." Cindy lifted her hips to meet each
thrust, squeezing her breasts with her hands, head back, eyes closed,
feline cries rising up from her throat as her head rolled from side
to side. His thrusts faster now, harder as his pubis met her clit,
his eyes watching her thrashing head. "Now . . . now . . . do it,"
she cried as she pulled him down to her and closed her mouth over
his, her hips slamming her vulva against his thrusts as the
contractions of her cunt gripped his pulsing cock and sucked his seed
into her, drawing him into her as he released himself to her.
Rick turned to let her lay on him and gently move her vulva
against him, his hard cock still deep in her, holding her to him as
they kissed and the rain ended and her passions slowly died.
"I feel clean now, clean and loved and fucked by the man I
love, we can go back inside and get on with our lives," smiled Cindy.
"Do you still want to stay female?"
"For a while, nine months at least."
"Why nine months . . . you don’t mean . . . . "
"Yes, what we talked about, I want you to make a baby in me. I
need to do that, give birth, to find out what it really means to be a
woman. Then we can change back and you can have one if you still want
to."
"I wanted to bear you a son," said Rick, "I still do. You don’t
want us to do it together?"
"I think it would present too many problems, some of them
legal. Besides, the father needs to be there at the birth of his
child."
"I guess you’re right. It’ll be okay, I can wait."
------ o ------
"Rick, did you read the obituaries?"
"No, why?"
"It says Daniel Johnson, 71, of 4820 B, Castle court, died
yesterday in City Hospital. That has to be Dan. That’s the address he
gave for his new furnished apartment when he moved last month. It
lists heart failure as the cause of death. . . . I bet his heart was
why he changed his body to a slightly different form of himself, to
get a new heart. In a way, he died because of what we did to him."
"I’m sorry he died but I’m not sorry for what I did, not after
what he did to us, replied Rick. He died because of what he did, if
he had simply left us alone, he would still be alive."
"I’m not sorry for what we did either," said Cindy, "we were
lucky to get away from him and get our affairs straightened out."
"Yeah, finally being able to use the apartment is nice too. It
makes a nice office and study, a pleasant place for me to write."
"I saw Jasmine at your computer this morning," said Cindy.
"Yes," smiled Rick, "I guess you could say she is writing her
autobiography. . . . Was the sex all that bad, Cindy?"
" . . . No, not the sex . . . It was the enslavement and having
it forced on me that was bad. . . . I may never experience the erotic
heights of pleasure he brought me to again though. I never knew an
orgasm could last for two hours, growing in intensity until my mind
and body felt nothing else," sighed Cindy, a far off look on her
face.
"I think you’ll experience the pleasures again, Cindy," smiled
Rick as Jarrad took her into his arms.
"Don’t do anything too drastic," whispered Cindy, "I missed my
period yesterday and I don’t want to do anything to hurt what you’ve
planted inside me."
THE END. . . of book one?
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