Message-ID: <17528eli$9811250429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jan Williams" Subject: "RP"{Jan Williams}"The Tenant"( MF cons tg oral rom)[3/3] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981124130758.20190.qmail@hotmail.com> 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 in your locality then you MUST stop now and go no further. As a work 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 commercial rights are reserved. 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? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----