Feature Writer: YKN4949

Feature Title: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR 3

Published: 28.08.2013

Story Codes: Transgender, Supernatural

Synopsis: Larissa sells her soul and gets more than she bargained for

Author’s Notes: This is a long story (even for me) but the idea took hold and it just sort of wrote itself. It wouldn’t work if it were a word shorter. But I think it keeps up at a nice clip and I promise that if you give it the time it needs, you won’t be disappointed. It has some of the nastiest stuff I’ve ever written. And I mean that in the best possible way. Enjoy!

Be Careful What You Wish For 3

Chapter 3: Balls

I awoke on Sunday morning, slightly earlier than I had awoken the morning before. But once again I was groggy. I felt like I’d slept too long. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. Unlike the previous morning, there was no haze. I remembered clearly everything that had happened the night before. I remembered Lilith and I remembered my second wish.

I just considered going to find Wendy or going out on the street and talking to someone. Just testing it. But I didn’t know if I actually felt more… ballsy. I just felt like I always did. I wondered if I would have to be around other people to know. I pushed the blanket down to my waist and gave a happy glance down at my breasts. They were still lovely, even on the second day. And they ached again.

I’d really enjoyed the way my milk tasted the night before and I wanted to try it again, without having Lilith to spoil the ending. I smiled to myself as I hunkered back down into position with my neck against the headboard. I kind of liked that this would now be part of my morning routine.

I grabbed my breast and pulled my little pink nipple up to my lips. It was easier this time that the last time, I knew what I was doing. In a moment, my hard little nub was pressed up against my teeth. I felt a shiver run through my body and I closed my eyes. I started to suck on my nipple and instantly a thick stream of milk began to fill my mouth.

“So good!” I mouthed around my nipple, as I enjoyed the sweet taste of my body’s bounty. And I felt that same tingling, orgasmic feeling running through me. I sucked long and steady, letting the milk drain down my throat, and feeling it coat my throat.

It was no less powerful than the day before and I could barely stand the slow pace I’d set for myself. I wanted to suck it all out quickly, and get lovely feeling. But I wanted to savor my flavor as well. Regardless, in a short couple of minutes I felt my first breast empty. I didn’t even open my eyes. Before the sensation had a chance to subside, I quickly released my empty breast and positioned my other aching nipple against my lips. I barely missed a beat before another steady stream of hot liquid was gliding across my teeth.

Once again, I sucked slowly, gently, and steadily on my breast. The taste was even sweeter than before, like all of the sugar had settled to the last little bit. And by this time I was groaning loudly and writhing freely on the bed. I felt my heart beating faster and I needed some release.

It was while I was shifting on the bed that I noticed that my panties felt tight against my skin. I didn’t know what was causing it. But I felt that somehow it was keeping me from cumming. I thought that maybe I’d twisted around too much and caused a bunch in my panties or something. While I was still sucking on my breast, I pulled back the covers on my bed and opened my eyes.

I looked down between my legs and immediately knit my brow. Sometime during the night I’d put my little pajama shorts back on. That wasn’t strange. But what was strange was that there was a large bulge between my legs, like there was something stuffed down the front of my panties. I had no idea what it could be. I sucked in a little nervously, pulling some milk out of my breast. I jumped a little because, as I sucked, thing in my pants throbbed. And my body was still building in tension towards an orgasm. Maybe if I hadn’t been so close, I wouldn’t have kept going, I would have been more nervous.

But I was so close! It felt so amazing and my milk tasted so good. Regardless, I was curious. I reached down with my free hand and grabbed the hem of my shorts. I took one last suck on my breast, draining the last little bit of milk. And at the same time, I yanked down on my shorts. I felt the soft, enveloping warmth of an orgasm start to burst through my body and, at the same time, I looked down between my legs.

I was moaning from the orgasm, but it changed into a confused groan. Staring up from between my legs was a…cock! A hard, pulsing 6-inch, circumcised penis had popped out of my shorts and was looking me in the face. I made a gasping sound in surprise. At the same time, my orgasm built to a muscle-clenching crescendo and I felt an intense release of pressure, more wrenching than any I’d felt in my entire life. I grunted loudly and for a moment forgot about the confusing appendage between my legs.

But only for a moment. My eyes were closed now and I had opened my mouth to moan. While was doing so, I suddenly felt something hot and wet splashed against my eyes, nose, and across my open mouth. My eyes flew open and I saw big, white spurts of liquid shooting out of the penis attached to my body. I couldn’t even move. But I could feel the… sperm? I could feel it pulling out of my body. I felt more splash against my breasts and against my stomach. I closed my mouth.

And I tasted it. I guess I hadn’t really realized that whatever it was had gone into my mouth. It was just a few drops of liquid against the inside of my cheek. I’d never tasted cum before, never even thought about it. It was salty and tasted thick. It mixed strangely (but not unpleasantly) with the last sweet residue of milk in my mouth. I liked it. I felt that even as I was completely confused about what was going on.

Slowly, the sort of confusing haze of my orgasm subsided and I became more aware of my surroundings. But, as the sort of hazy confusion I always felt during an orgasm subsided, I realized that a more profound confusion was settling on me. I looked down at my body. There was thick white liquid all over my body. My big new breasts were covered in thick lines of the stuff. It was even thicker on my belly and there was even a pool of the stuff in my bellybutton! I felt a little sticky and I ran my finger tips through some of it. It was thick and sticky, but felt warm and kind of pleasant on my hands. I knew from watching porn that this was a lot of cum, more than I’d ever seen any guy unload in a movie. But I also knew that playing in the cum was just to prevent me from looking at the most confusing thing of all. But finally, I willed myself to act.

And I looked a little farther down and found the… penis. I mean, I was certain that’s what it was. I had watched enough porn to know what a cock looked like. I just didn’t know what it was doing on my body. For a moment, I thought that it was just sitting on my body, like laying across my pussy and not attached to me. I know that sound weird, and maybe even grosser than the truth, but I wasn’t not in my right mind at the time. I pulled my fingers out of the little pool of cum in my belly button and slid them down my body to the tip of the cock. I pushed my finger against it. And jumped.

I could feel it. Just like the day before with my breasts, I had the strange sensation that I could feel not only the rapidly softening tip of the cock against my finger, I could also feel the finger against my cock! The cock was almost completely softened now and looked considerably smaller than when it was hard. I moved closer and pinched the tip of the cock and lifted it up. It hurt and I dropped it again and it slapped noisy against my lower stomach. I felt fear start to pulse through my body, almost a panic.

“What the Hell…” I started, then, I a stray idea passed through my mind. I reached down underneath the shaft of the cock. It was hot against my hand and in a moment I felt soft, doughy skin. And then I felt, “balls! God damn it, I should’ve…” I started, but suddenly my phone rang.

My eyes shot over to the cell phone sitting on the table next to my bed. I moved my hand away from the balls. My balls? I didn’t want to think of that. Even as I reached over to the phone, I was still kicking myself, how could I be so stupid? Especially since I’d already gotten in trouble with the milk from my breast wish (even if that had turned out to be a pleasant surprise).

I was about to grab the phone when I realized my fingers were covered in sperm. I looked at the white liquid glistening on my fingers and realized I didn’t want it on my phone. But I didn’t really want to wipe it on my bed either. The phone kept right on ringing and I needed to do something. Without really thinking I plunged my fingers into my mouth and started to suck the liquid off of my fingers. Without the residue of milk in my mouth, it tasted much saltier and there was far more of it on my fingers than I’d tasted before. It had a tangy, earthy flavor to it that wasn’t unpleasant. I tried to tell myself I didn’t like it, then ignored my own lies and just grabbed the phone. 666, Lilith was calling again. I couldn’t wait to lay into her, this was obviously not what I’d asked for.

“Hello, how’re things at Yellowstone?” her sultry voice said. She always had a way of throwing me off.

“Yellowstone? What?”

“Old Faithful?” she asked, “Oh come on, that wasn’t even a pop culture reference, I figured… never mind. I just thought I’d call up and see how the second wish worked out.”

“Very fucking funny Lilith,” I said, forgetting over the phone how terrified I was of her. She didn’t sound angry, she just cackled wickedly into the phone.

“What’s the problem?” she asked. I couldn’t move on the bed, I was afraid that if I did, the cum would get everywhere. So I just had to lay there motionless and listen to Lilith mock me. I just closed my eyes to at least avoid looking at the cock.

“You knew when I said ‘balls’ I didn’t mean this!” I shouted into the phone. For a moment there was silence on the line. But then she spoke.

“Hey, I am sorry,” Lilith said, actually sounding apologetic, “I knew you said ‘balls’ but I figured when you said you wanted those that you’d want the shaft too. I mean, just a pair of balls hanging there would look kinda weird you know?”

“What?” I said and in a moment, what she was saying registered and I got angry, “No damn it, I mean I was talking about ‘balls’ in the metaphorical sense. Like, you know, courage and assertiveness and stuff. I didn’t say I wanted testicles!”

“Do I have to play the game where I pretend I don’t know what you are talking about?” Lilith asked, suddenly sounding very serious, “I told you before to be careful what you wish for. You said ‘balls’ and I delivered. The metaphor must come from somewhere, I mean when people say ‘balls’ in that sense, they are referring obliquely to testicles. They aren’t talking about footballs.” She was right, of course, I knew from experience that if I left her any space, she’d drive right through it, what did I expect now?

“Yeah, I know,” I said defeated. She laughed, but not overly cruelly.

“Well at least you are getting smarter. Again you can always dump it tonight if you don’t like it.”

“Oh I don’t. It is gone. This isn’t like the breasts,” I said, looking at my hard nipples, coated in white jizz.

“Hey don’t say that just yet! I gave you a nice one, not humongous but big for someone your height (not to mention sex). Plus, you are a regular sperm factory if you’re into that sort of thing,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked warily.

“Come on, I know you’ve used it. That isn’t a normal amount of cum, that was like eight ounces of sperm. I know you drank your milk, that is going to have a strange reaction with your cum. There is going to be a lot of it.”

“Oh great,” I said, not exactly excited.

“Some people are into that,” she explained.

“I am not!” I said defiantly. I might have known it was all my fault, but it didn’t make me any less angry.

“Like you don’t like milky tits right?” she said over the phone. Well, she was right about that… before I had a chance to come up with a reply to her interjection, she spoke again, “Well, I think you need some time to get your house in order. I just wanted to check and see how things were going. I am your friend, after all.” Lilith cackled again and then, in a moment, the phone went dead.

I set it back down on the counter and stared up at the ceiling for a second. This was completely insane. I mean, the changes the day before had been major, but it hadn’t changed my identity in anyway. I was still a girl, just a girl with bigger tits. What was I now? I wasn’t a boy, but was I girl? Was I a shemale? None of this made any sense.

The only thing I knew for sure was that I needed to get myself cleaned off. I looked back down at the mess that covered my body. I looked around the room with more time now, trying to find something close at hand that I could use to clean myself. But there was nothing. I knew that if I stood up, all of the cum would slide off of my body and made a mess all over my bed. I felt intensely frustrated, just another thing added to an already horrible day.

There really wasn’t anything to do, except… “Well,” I said to myself with a sigh, “I have already tasted it twice, it wasn’t that bad.” I knew the only place to clean it was into my mouth. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t curious and oddly excited. I mean, I’d tasted it twice and liked it. But I tried desperately to convince myself that that experience had satiated my curiosity and that eating the jizz now was just a necessity. But my heart was fluttering.

I started with my left breast. There was a large globule of sperm underneath of my nipple. I reached down with a hooked finger and scooped over my now hardened nipple. The sperm was cooler, but still warm from my body. My finger felt lovely against my nipple and I felt a shiver run though my body. I even felt (but ignored) a slight reaction in the penis. Hell, at that point I knew it, my penis.

I lifted the finger up to my face. The cum was sticky and glommed onto my finger steadfastly. It glistened on my finger where the sunlight hit it as it filtered through my blinds. It had a pearly look to it, not exactly as unappealing as it looked in the over-lit porno movies I watched on my computer. I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it once. It had a slight fragrance that I couldn’t put my finger on, but was somehow familiar. Without any further hesitation, I plunged it into my mouth.

There was a lot more sperm on my finger this time that there had been before. It slithered around on my tongue, leaving a surprisingly potent flavor. I circled my tongue around the roof of my mouth, driving the flavor into my nose. I liked it. I had to admit, it didn’t taste bad. I swallowed down the cum and then moved my finger back down my body to scoop some more. I forgot about what I was supposed to like and what I was not supposed to like and decided to just enjoy this. I just scooped cum onto my fingers and slide it into my mouth. Even while I was sloshing my sperm through my teeth, I was moving my finger back down to my body, finding more jizz. I scooped it out of my bellybutton, off my tits, and even off of the tip of my cock and scooped it into my mouth.

The smell and taste was so enticing, I couldn’t explain it. And it was arousing. Despite my best efforts to ignore it, the more of my still-warm cum that I drank down, the harder my cock became. Soon it was standing out hard from my body. I had cum all over my lips and some had dripped slightly down my cheeks, but when I looked down at my body, it was glistening but clear of big globs of cum. I hadn’t even realized how much I’d eaten. I’d been in such a frenzy. But now it was completely gone! My cock ached and part of me wanted to touch it. But as I swallowed down the last little, I suddenly felt sheepish. And sticky.

“I need a shower,” I said out loud. With the excitement of finding the cock, having my first orgasm from it, and then…eating my sperm subsided I felt strangely numb. And I felt less connected to my cock that I had just a moment before while the taste and smell was still hot on me. After a moment’s hesitation as I stood up from my bed and watched my hard dick wobble along with my big breasts, I decided I would just ignore my cock for the day. I had had my fun with it, but it was really, really not right for this thing to be attached to me. So I would just go through the motions of the rest of the day and then ask Lilith to get rid of it. That would be the end of the matter. Even coming to that decision made me feel better. I would look back on this and laugh. Then I would find a boyfriend, because I wanted to taste more of that stuff!

The only problem with that method of avoidance was, as I already noted, I had this big erect cock attached to my body. Despite the fact that I was no longer thinking about it, I was still erect. It felt the more I willed it to go down the harder it got. I grabbed my towel off of the back of my chair and wrapped it around my chest. Even with my new, big breasts to hold up the towel, I could still see a bump in the middle of the fabric where my cock was sticking up. I couldn’t imagine what would happen if I bumped into Wendy or one of her friends in the hallway. I looked around my room and saw a basket with my television and iPod player remotes. I quickly grabbed it and held it in front of my crotch. Easier to explain why I was carrying a basket than why I had a tent in my midsection.

I opened the door to my room and peaked out. The house was quiet and I didn’t see anyone. I quickly pranced the couple of yards from my room to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and set down the basket. I let out a sigh of relief. I then removed my towel. I was about to jump into the shower, but I got a view of myself in the mirror: Long hair, pretty eyes, perky breasts, curvy hips, nice legs, and a big throbbing cock. I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought that all of those pieces together looked kind of…good. It wasn’t even like I’d asked myself if I looked okay, I just myself and thought, “That’s kind of sexy.” As soon as I realized I thought that, I felt my cheeks turn red and I jumped into the shower to avoid the mirror.

I took a quick shower and washed my hair. I didn’t look down while I cleaned and I never cleaned my penis. I decided the water falling on it was clean enough. I just kept pretending like it wasn’t there. In a few minutes I popped out of the shower. I consciously avoided looking in the mirror again, I didn’t want to think I liked how I looked. But I wrapped the towel around myself and blow dried my hair. When I was done, I took one quick look down at the towel and was shocked to see that I still hard. Whatever, I could worry about that in my room. It was Sunday, so I could barricade myself in my room if I felt like it and not worry about class.

I unlocked the door and cracked it open. I listened to see if I could hear anything, but, once again, it was quiet. I quickly reached back to the sink and grabbed my basket. Then I opened the door and checked one more time. Once again, I felt very nervous and I walked on my tiptoes to my door. I felt my tits and my cock bouncing up and down as I walked and even though no one was present, I felt my cheeks turn red. But in a moment, I was inside of my room with the door closed.

“Whew,” I said as soon as the door was closed behind me. I felt uncomfortable with the towel still wrapped around me, it felt so constraining against my cock and my nipples. So I quickly threw it on the floor. I then sat down on the bed with my arms stretched out behind my back. My knees were together and my cock and my balls were sitting up, still hard, staring me in the face. This was not getting any less weird…I heard a creaking sound and I felt a prickly feeling all over. I hadn’t locked the door and it burst open.

“Hey Larissa, Gina is out and… What the fuck?” Wendy was standing in the doorway with her eyes popping out of her head. I desperately searched around for a pillow or something to cover myself but it was too late, she was already seeing me! I couldn’t even think.

“Ah…ah…ah,” was all I could manage to say while my mouth opened and closed like I was a beached fish. Wendy just stared for a long while, her eyes glassy and a confused look on her face. After a moment, she seemed to register what she was seeing. She looked around like she was afraid she was losing her mind. She spun around quickly and closed the door behind her. As she spun her yellow sundress flew up, and I felt an odd twinge when I saw her beautiful, long legs exposed. She turned around quickly again and ran towards me. Her eyes were wild and her face registered unmitigated disbelief.

“Larissa, what the fuck? Just what the fuck?” She asked, she seemed to be in complete shock. She was standing right in front of me now, staring down at my cock.

“I… I…,” I started. What could I say? I didn’t have a plan for this situation.

“I know that is not right,” she said, “Like, I mean, this isn’t your equipment. I’ve walked in on you enough times when you leave the door unlocked when your changing in the bathroom to know that you don’t have a cock! I know you aren’t… what? A shemale? What the hell is going on?” She said all of this without breathing and it was clear she was saying everything that came into her mind. I was too nervous to move, and too embarrassed that she’d walked in on me. She stopped talking after making a few more incoherent statements and looked at me.

“I…I…,”I started again, this was like a worst nightmare. You know that one when your crippling social anxiety is reinforced by the fact that your roommate walks in and sees your giant cock. Oh God!

“Is something wrong with you? Do we need to go to the doctor? Or…did you do this on purpose? Are you…transitioning into a man or something?”

“No, I…” I started, but she wasn’t done talking.

“But why did you get breast implants?” she said, looking at my chest, “You have small breasts, those aren’t yours. You weren’t wearing a wonder bra yesterday! Holy shit. But, if you are becoming a man, why are you getting big fake boobs. They look real!” she said, chattering even faster. She was talking herself into a frenzy and I was feeling more and more nervous. I realized that in this situation, staying quiet was going to be worse than talking.

“Wendy!” I said, realizing that this wasn’t getting us anywhere, “Stop.”

“Oh,” she said, shaking her head like she was coming out of a trance. Then she looked back down at my cock. But she stayed quiet.

“Yeah, uh… I can explain everything, you just need to chill out,” I said. Wendy nodded wanly. I looked down at my cock. Well, it was the only part of my body that wasn’t rubbery. Still hard as a rock, what the hell would get to this thing? Then I had to think. I promised I would answer Wendy’s question. What was I going to tell her? I couldn’t say I’d sold my soul to the devil for this. Even if she believed, she would want to know why I asked for it. The surgery angle had the same problem, plus she was right, my three new body parts didn’t really mesh. I felt my chest getting tight and my palms were sweating. I felt totally…

“Sick,” I said excitedly, then I felt self-conscious and coughed once, “It is a rare, congenital disease. It happens in only like 1 in 350,000 Caucasian female births. And the worst thing is, that like, you don’t know if you have it until you are in your 20s. And you have to get gene analysis as a kid if you want to find out about it, but that is like totally expensive. I only know about it because I have a great aunt who had it. But when I got the gene analysis as a kid, it only showed that there was a fifty percent chance that I would get it, so I never told anyone about it because I was hoping it wouldn’t happen. But recently you know, it happened.” I’d never been able to produce such a steady stream of bullshit in my entire life. I had no idea if it even made any sense, I just started talking and that is what came out. I crossed my fingers.

For a few moments, Wendy just looked at me blankly. But then her eyes softened, “So it is like a…medical thing?” she asked. And I breathed a sigh of relief. Well, she seemed willing to buy that. And if someone has an embarrassing medical condition, they can count on their roommates to keep it quiet, right?

“Yes,” I said, “It started just a couple of weeks ago. There are procedures to get it reversed, but sometimes they take awhile.” I explained sagely. Wendy nodded, but her eyes stayed on my hard cock.

“I am sorry if I made you feel weird about it,” She said, “it was just really shocking. I mean not shocking, that sounds bad, but like…surprising.” She looked embarrassed, I decided to be magnanimous, put her in my debt.

“No, it is okay,” I said, “believe me, I was shocked with it first started too,” I said and we both laughed more than we should as the tension lessened in the room. Slowly and awkwardly she walked over and sat down next to me on the bed. My mouth went dry. I’d never been so close to someone when I was naked. My cock ached as I looked at Wendy. So statuesque, blonde, and beautiful. I’d always looked on Wendy as sort of a template, I admired her because I wanted to be her. But I felt a little different now, it was hard to explain…

“So I guess this explains some things,” she said, I turned and looked into her beautiful green eyes.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, you know. You always seem a little, standoffish. Like you don’t like to be around people. Some people think you’re stuck up. I always just thought you were shy. I guess, you were just nervous because of your possible medical condition. And now it happened,” she said. This sudden flood of information about me was very confusing. Why on Earth would people think I am stuck up?

“Stuck up?”

“You know, you are so pretty but you never talk to anyone and you seem to ignore guys,” she said. And my mind whirled. This was maybe even more confusing than waking up with a dick! Was this really the image I projected to the world?

“It isn’t like that…” I started.

“I know, you are just shy like I said. And I guess there was a reason for it,” she said, and her eyes darted back to my cock. I blushed.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said. Sensing my unease, Wendy turned on the bed so she was sitting cross-legged facing me. I turned my head and looked at her.

“Listen, it doesn’t matter though. You really shouldn’t let this stuff bother you. People think what they think, don’t get crippled by it.”

“Whatever,” I said, feeling more awkward than ever. So much for balls I guess.

“Larissa, come on, stop trying to push me away, I am trying to help,” Wendy said sweetly, she was even smiling at me, but her word confused me, “Look, sometimes people ask me why I live you. I even talked to my friends about it yesterday. People are always like, ‘you’re close with Andrea, why do you live with Larissa, you don’t even know her,’ and I will always say something that makes sense. But…do you remember history 101 freshman year?” She asked. I felt like she was all over the place, I was confused. But I answered.

“Yes.”

“So, like in the third week, the professor asked some question about the Roman Empire or something and he called on you. And you made some joke about toga’s and orgies because you didn’t know the answer. And only the professor laughed out loud. But I understood it too, and I giggled like crazy in the back of the room, it was just quiet. And you got all embarrassed and shy.” I remembered that mortifying event with absolute clarity, “Well, I thought when you said that, ‘this girl is clever, I like her,’ and I went and talked to you later in the week. And you seemed so nice and sweet and everything. I wanted to get to know you, but you always seemed to be keeping me out. And eventually we moved in together, and I thought you were opening up, but you just seemed as like…anti-social as ever. But I guess I understand, you were pushing me away because you were embarrassed.”

“Yes,” I said, but I felt hollow. Had I so completely misread the situation? Who was keeping me ‘anti-social’ all this time? Me?

“But you don’t need to be embarrassed,” she said, “At least, not around me. Larissa, I’ve always wanted to be your friend. And friends help each other through tough times. Be my friend, let me help!” Everything she said swirled through my mind. A friend? Friends with Wendy?

“You want to be friends with me?” I asked finally. I saw face fall a bit, she looked sad. For the first time, she seemed to realize that I wasn’t being even a little bit stuck up. I didn’t think I deserved her friendship.

“Of course, why do you think we live together? Aren’t we already friends?” she asked. She was giving me an opportunity to get out of my self-loathing. No ambiguity or uncertainty.

“Yeah, of course we are,” I said, and I smiled and even felt tears forming in my eyes.

“I am glad I saw you like this,” she said and I was shocked, she must’ve seen it, “I mean, not because I wanted you to be embarrassed. But I think you needed me to see you vulnerable, so you’d know I wouldn’t hurt you when you were.” And with that she leaned over, despite my nudity, and wrapped her arms around me. My friend Wendy held me close and I felt the tears falling down my cheeks now. Even though she didn’t know the real reason behind my embarrassment and shyness over the years, it felt like she was speaking directly to those insecurities anyway. And when she held me in her arms in my bizarre nudity, it felt like a complete release from the constant uncertainty I always felt in social situations. It felt, perfect.

After a long while I stopped crying and she released me from her hug. We looked at each other nervously for a second and then laughed. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I feel better,” Wendy said and I felt like a weight was lifted off me as well.

“Yeah, thank you so much,” I said.

“I didn’t do anything,” she responded, though we both knew she had reached out to me in my isolation and helped me, “But if you want to thank me anyway, you can let me…look at it.” She said the last few works in a conspiratorial hiss. My eyes shot open and I looked back down at my still hard cock. A thin stream of clean, sticky looking liquid was formed on the top of it.

“What!?” I said, completely shocked that she’d want to be anywhere near it.

“Oh come on!” she giggled, “Like if things weren’t the other way around that you wouldn’t be curious!” I honestly don’t know what I’d do in the opposite situation. “I won’t hurt it or anything.” She looked at me intently, it was clear she was very curious. I thought for a few more seconds. I didn’t really want her to look, but I didn’t want to say ‘no’ either. We’d just sort of had a breakthrough about being open in our relationship. I didn’t want to screw that up now.

“Fine,” I said, “Just, be careful, it is…sensitive,” I said.

“Yay! And I told you, I am going to be super careful,” she promised. She quickly hopped off the bed and turned so she was facing me. As she moved I smelled her perfume waft over me. I looked at the way her calves tensed as she walked and the way her breasts bounced. It was strange, I’d seen her in the same dress before, moving and it never seemed the same. I had always known she was beautiful, sexy even, but I’d never felt this sort of carnal longing I was feeling for her now. I looked down at my throbbing cock and wondered if it was having a bigger effect than I thought.

I shook my head and looked back at Wendy. Slowly she dropped down to her knees in front of me (I couldn’t help but look at her cleavage as did so) and looked. She placed her hands on my knees and then turned her gaze to my eyes. She looked so damn sexy in that position, my cock twitched despite me. She didn’t notice, thankfully. Or pretended she didn’t.

“Will you spread your legs apart so I can see it?” she asked innocently. My heart was in my throat at this time and I know my chest was rising and falling faster than normal, “I mean not if you are uncomfortable, I just want to see.”

“Okay,” I said, barely above a whisper. Slowly I spread my legs wide apart. I also pulled my arms in, so that I was sitting on the bed, propped up by my elbows, looking down at Wendy. With my legs spread she carefully moved closer to me. She stopped when she was about two feet from my cock, but completely within the spread of my legs. For awhile, she just sort of gazed at it, tilting her head to one side, then another.

“It’s so…girly!” she said.

“What? It’s a dick and we both know it!” I said, absolutely incredulous at the first word that she had decided to call it. She giggled and looked up at me.

“No, I mean it is totally a dick. Don’t get me wrong. But take it from someone who has seen more than her fair share of dicks: yours looks different.” I looked down at it. All of my experience with penises came from blurry, grainy computer images. I had no idea if she was telling the truth.

“How so?” I asked.

“Okay, well look,” she said pointing to it, “First there is the color. I mean, depending on a lot of factors, all guys cocks are going to be different shades, but they all fall into a range. But yours is off the charts. It is like a soft, pinkish color almost, like the color of your lips almost.” I looked where she was pointing and I supposed she was right.

“I guess,” I said, but she kept talking.

“And I know you must shave or wax, but that’s a big difference too, your skin is all smooth, guys (except weirdos) don’t do that. And yours is symmetrical, smooth (not lumpy) and doesn’t tilt to one side. I don’t know when you look at it, you can’t help but know it belongs to a girl,” she explained. I blushed and it felt like she was complimenting me on my looks or something, even though I knew she was just trying to make me feel better.

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly and she smiled, then she leaned in farther, so that she was only a few inches from my cock. I could barely breathe. The only reason I didn’t pass out was that I was looking so intently at her face, just inches from my naked body. The beautiful curve of her noise, her soft pink lips. For a moment, I thought about my new cock sliding between those lips, but then her hand moved and I shook out of my daydream before I could even consider what it meant. She pointed to my package.

“May I?” she said, indicating that she wanted to touch. I gulped once, completely unsure about what to do. But I was in too deep now, and my body wanted so badly to know what her hands would feel like on my cock. I needed it completely.

“Okay,” I croaked.

“So this also,” she said and she out and I felt her fingers against my balls. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. It was incredible. My cock was so sensitive and Wendy’s hands so soft. I looked down at her, and she was looking intently at my balls, “See you balls are in this tight little, smooth package. Most guys had sort of a wrinkly pouch yours is more feminine.” She said.

“Oh,” I said, almost grunting. It was like she’d been so interested she hadn’t really registered what she was doing until that moment. Then she realized that she was bouncing my robin’s egg sized balls on the palm of her hand and blushed a little.

“Sorry, I got a little excited,” she said.

“It’s okay,” I said, and then I couldn’t control myself, “It feels good.”

“It feels good?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes,” I breathed. She kept her hands on my balls, in fact, she squeezed them gently and I writhed on the bed.

“Okay,” she said conspiratorially, “Since you admitted that, is it okay if I admit something to you?” She was giving me a meaningful look, taking me into her confidences.

“Yes,” I said, biting my lip again. My cock was almost vibrating with excitement, the little stream of thick, clear liquid rolled out of the tip and slid down my urethra. I saw it touch Wendy’s finger and I felt weak.

“It smells sexy,” she said and the, for the first time ever, I saw Wendy blush. I knew she wasn’t fucking with me. She looked so sincere. Wendy had sniffed my cock, and she’d liked it. I was stunned into silence, “It is the least masculine thing of all. Not like a sweaty, salty smell like a man’s. It actually, kind of, smells like a pussy. But different. I don’t know, it is like… something.” I noticed that Wendy’s skin was flushed and I could feel her palms a bit wet on my balls. Was it possible that she was as turned on right now as I was? My nipples were now as hard as my cock and wondered what Wendy’s looked like behind her sundress and bra.

“I am glad…you like it…” I said, almost surprised by how seductive and naughty my voice sounded. Wendy noted it too. She didn’t seem to have even realized the ratcheting up of sexual tension and intimacy in the room. But suddenly, but of us were acutely aware of it now. And judging by the way she was look at me, she was okay with it.

“Have you ever… played with it?” she asked. Even as she was speaking, I felt her hand slide up my balls and then curl lightly around the base of my cock. She didn’t move it then, she just let her hand rest on my ball sack and pretended like she wasn’t doing anything.

“No,” I said, “Not really.” Which was the truth. She nodded and bit her lip. Her hand slid up my shaft, putting pressure on the urethra. Soon, just the little pink tip of my cock stood out from between her thumb and forefinger. She stopped there, holding my cock.

“I bet that would feel nice,” she said, “Do you think an orgasm would feel the same from a cock as it would from a pussy?” she asked.

“I bet it would feel…similar,” I said, knowing full well, at least from my experience, they felt that way. Different and similar at once. Wendy stroked my cock down again, her fingers tickling at my balls. This time, despite my best efforts, I let out a little bit of a moan.

“Have you ever wondered what a blowjob would feel like? Since you got this?” she asked pointedly. She was raising her eyebrows. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed like…like she was offering. We were both sort of controlled by our bodies at that point. Or maybe by natural (or unnatural) processes beyond our control. It felt so right to be talking about this, and acting like this.

“Well,” I said, “Not until you said something right now,” I lied. Wendy giggled when I spoke and her voice sound musical. I looked at her tongue while she laughed and wondered what it would feel like wrapped around the tip of my cock…

“I’ve given a lot of blowjobs in my day,” Wendy said, “I know right? I was like, the slut at my high school senior year. But I got good grades so no one said anything. And I haven’t slowed down here. Yeah, I’ve given a lot (been told I am good too) but have no idea what one would feel like. You are pretty lucky, you might get to feel something most girls never get to feel. Someday.” She said. She wasn’t exactly subtle, but both of us were feeling overheated now. Her grip released on my cock and she started to run her nails up and down its length slowly and softly. She acted as though it was absent minded. It was clear what she wanted. And that she wanted me to ask for it. Any hesitation I might normally have (if normally is a word that fits in this context) was completely overwhelmed by raw desire.

“You are good at it?” I asked, and groaned as her fingers swirled around the thick, syrupy liquid dripping slowing from the opening in my cock.

“I’ve been told by more than one person I am the best,” she said. Slowly, she moved her finger away from the tip of my cock. She looked at me in the eye and then slowly dipped the damp finger into her mouth. She pulled it out and then slowly licked her lips. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head. I’d never been so turned on. My entire body felt electric, like I was really living for the first time.

“Well, I guess since I have this amazing opportunity, I shouldn’t let it go to waste,” I said and smiled at her, “And if I am going to get one, I might as well get one for the best.”

“What are you saying?” Wendy asked. She leaned forward now. Her face was just a few inches from my excited cock. I could feel her hot breath against it.

“Wendy, will you suck my cock?” I asked. She didn’t say anything more. I watched as she rose up on her knees and then opened her mouth. Quickly and skillfully her head sank down, and I watched as inch after inch of my new cock disappeared into my roommates welcoming mouth.

“Holy God Wendy!” I groaned the instant I could feel her throat close around my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head and I instinctively grasped my comforter. My breath came out ragged and I felt lightheaded. This was completely unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Her mouth was hot and warm and while it was only wrapped around my cock, it felt like she was engulfing my entire body. Her mouth felt pillowy and velvety smooth and her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock and pressed my urethra in a way that made it hard not to squirm.

I opened my eyes again and looked down at Wendy perched between my legs. I watched as her beautiful blonde head bounced up and down on my hard cock. Her eyes were closed and I could hear her breathing deeply through her nose. I loved the way her thick lips looked as my now glistening prick slid in and out of her mouth. I could see her saliva dripping down the corners of her lips. I looked down farther and I could see that her nipples were pushing hard against the top of her sundress. She looked like a woman possessed, like she’d never been more aroused in her entire life.

She had hiked her dress up around her waist almost and I could see her pink panties. The outline of her pussy lips was clear through the fabric and the material clung wetly to them. But she wasn’t touching her pussy. One hand was grasped around the base of my cock. As she plunged my hard shaft deeper into her mouth, I felt her lips press up against her hand.

And her other hand… oh my God! For a moment, I hadn’t realized where it was, but suddenly I felt a gentle feeling on my balls. I bit my lip and looked to the side as best I could. I could see her other hand underneath of my cock, gently rolling my balls around on her soft fingers. For a long while, I just enjoyed these constant motions. Eventually, her hands on my balls got more insistent. Eventually, one of her fingers even strayed slightly, grazing my anus with her nail. It felt amazing.

It felt so good, in fact, that I jumped a little bit, driving my cock hard into Wendy’s throat. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. She must’ve thought I was signaling because she smiled deviously around my cock. Then she moved both hands so that they were on my knees. Now her hand wasn’t on the base of my cock to block her lips and she slowly lowered herself down onto my cock. I watched as her arms bent and my wet shaft slid deeper and deeper into her throat. Finally, I felt her gag around my dick and saw her chin press against my scrotum and her nose press into my belly. Her whole throat closed around me and I saw her eyes watering while she continued to look at me.

Then, she slowly reversed course, sliding my cock out of her mouth. When she finally reached the tip I saw big globs of her thick, choking spit spilling out of her lips and down my shaft. She looked at me once, then closed her eyes. I heard a dirty, slurping sounded and I felt her now cooling saliva slide up my cock and back into her mouth! I groaned, it felt too amazing. Her lips were still wrapped around the throbbing tip of my dick and now her salty spit swished around the tip while I felt her tongue probe my hole, sucking out the little bit of pre-cum as I made it.

I couldn’t sit still any longer. I kept my hands grasped firmly to the bedspread but my hips had a mind of their own. I started to thrust them up in time to Wendy’s tongue. Wendy stopped moving, just keeping her hands on my knees. Her nail dug into my skin. I moaned loudly at the pleasure of the pain. And then, I started to move my hips faster and faster. I watched as my cock pounded in and out of Wendy’s unmoving mouth. She started and me, beckoning me to continue to fuck her mouth.

Her tongue still felt hot and welcoming against my cock and the feeling of driving it into her mouth was amazing. The thick saliva from when she’d gagged was still in her cheeks and it rolled down out of the corners of her mouth as I fucked it. I wasn’t even thinking now, my body was just acting. I could feel the tension building inside of me, I knew that I was about to experience something. I couldn’t stop moving. I knew that I was winded but couldn’t feel it. And I heard myself moaning louder and louder as I fucked Wendy’s face harder and harder. Then, I heard Wendy groan loudly around my cock.

For some reason, that sound pushed me absolutely over the edge, “Holy shit!” I moaned loudly and then I felt the dam burst. I thrust my hips up twice more and then sank down onto the bed. My mind reeled and I felt an intense warming sensation emanate out of my body, starting from my cock and rocketing around to every nerve I had. I felt like the separation between myself and the world had ceased to exist and that I’d melted into the harmonious whole of the universe.

And, more than anything else, I felt a release of pressure. I felt something pour out of my body. I opened my eyes and saw big, hot strings of thick white cum spewing out of my cock. It was so thick and my little hole so small that it came out with real pressure. I could sort of feel it whisking through my urethra. It pulled so hard I actually felt a tingling at my anus, like it was pulling all of my muscles in my lower body.

More importantly, I looked up and saw where it was landing. Wendy’s mouth was no, since I’d sunk down, just a few inches from my cock. I saw the thick white liquid spray against her lips, her nose, and even against her eyes. I watched it drip back down off of her and onto my legs. Wendy seemed slightly surprised by how much there was and froze for a moment and let two big loads hit her in this way. But then she seemed to realize what was happening and quickly, her mouth dropped back down on top of my dick. I could still feel the liquid pouring out of my body, but now it was depositing directly into Wendy’s mouth. I watched for a moment as her cheeks bulged with the stuff.

But by then, the orgasm was starting to subside. It was by far the best I’d ever had and my first with another person. I felt so unbelievably relaxed and content that I just sort of flopped backwards onto the bed. I finally felt the last little bits of my sperm dribble into Wendy’s mouth and I felt my cock pop out of her mouth and into the cool air. My cock felt insanely sensitive and I felt like I needed to stretch out. I pulled myself backwards onto my bed so that I was lying on my back on my pillows. My cock was still hard, but looked red and glistened.

Wendy was still kneeling at the foot of the bed. There was a mischievous look in her eye and her face looked more beautiful that I’d ever seen it before. She still had that classic, girl-next-door look to her, but now it was heightened by a sense of alien naughtiness. Her face was still covered in her spit and my sperm and, in fact, a little of my sperm was dripping out of the middle of her lips. Her cheeks were bulging, but as soon as she saw that I was watching she sexily swallowed some of it down. I watched her throat move as my cum worked its way down her throat and into her hungry stomach.

Wendy didn’t speak, but she was looking at me like she wanted more. I looked down at my cock. The sensitivity was already waning and it had never really softened. Would it ever? Wendy seemed to see me looking and must’ve read my mind. Now she got up off of her knees and stood up at the foot of my bed. Her cum-soaked tongue poked out of her mouth and left a thin strip of white liquid as she wiped her tongue seductively across her lips.