Jean shook her head. “A girl with a penis. A guy with a pussy. You two should swap underwear. Skylar, your junk looks cramped in that thing. You need the ball room. I remember reading that. Men shouldn’t wear underwear too tight, or something. But you have a penis now, so that means you. It could be harmful—”
“I’m not keeping this thing forever,” Skylar said. “I’d rather have it gone if I knew how to get rid of it.”
“I’m leaning towards a big bang theory.”
Skylar glared at her. “A what?”
“Well, only two of us have changed. Nathan didn’t change, right?”
Pete said he hadn’t, but he wasn’t sure.
“Well, the two who changed should bang. It’s obvious.” She interlocked her fingers.
Skylar and Pete glared at each other.
“You’re crazy,” Skylar said.
“Yeah, nuts,” said Pete, feigning a chuckle.
“Well, it’s only a suggestion. And I bet it’d be hot.”
Pete thought about mentioning the ghost, but refrained for how weird it would sound. Was it any weirder than having a pussy replace his cock and balls? Probably not. Still, he wondered if Skylar had met that same ghost in her bedroom, or maybe a different one. Were there multiple ghosts running around in the house? The ghost woman had mentioned something about a lover. Pete at least remembered that much. And maybe Jean was on to something. Maybe Skylar and him had to have sex to turn things back to normal. Pete wouldn’t have minded. The wetness between his legs was already spreading at the thought of taking Skylar’s cock into his mouth. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.
With the storm raging on outside, they went their separate ways—Pete to the spare bedroom and Skylar and Jean to their own room. Right next to the sleeping Nathan, Pete saw his new ghost friend again.
“You really should give Skylar a blowjob,” she said, hovering towards him. “That was Skylar with the penis, right? You’d be amazed at how good it would feel. I know from experience. Think about it. A real cock in your mouth.” She rubbed her neck. “And the cum goes all down your throat. You should practice on Nathan.”
Pete glanced at the bed. Nathan hadn’t moved since earlier. He was still on his back—with that noticeable tent in the sheets. The ghost was probably responsible for that. He remembered back to the bathroom, how there had been no actual contact between them, yet his body has responded as if there was. It was the only way to explain not touching himself and still reaching orgasm.
“I’m not gay,” Pete said, ignoring his own thoughts of Skylar and her cock.
“Hmm, well it’s not really that simple anymore.” The ghost swooped between his legs and stood behind him, leaning in close to whisper into his ear. “I spot a pussy between your legs, and you know what pussies are meant for. Want me to say it? Cocks. Big, fat cocks. And I spy a juicy one right there.” She pointed at Nathan. “Curious to taste? Come on. Even I can see how wet you are, and my eyes aren’t real!”
Pete gulped. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it. Where had this sudden attraction to cocks come from? Maybe it came with the pussy. Pete certainly didn’t crave for dick before coming to Skylar’s house. Now, it was all he thought about, whether it was Skylar’s or someone else’s. Pete really wanted a cock in his mouth or in his pussy. Preferably both. He was suddenly very aware of how wet his new slit was.
His voice trembled. “This isn’t like me.”
The ghost floated beside him. “Tonight’s the night for new adventures.”
“What if he wakes up?”
“So what? You keep sucking until he blows his load into your mouth. That’s what a good girl does.”
Pete didn’t even think to correct her. He wasn’t a girl, even if he did have the genitals of one. That region between his legs was feeling especially warm now, almost irritably so. He wanted to thrust a hand down the front of his underwear and push a finger in, but not yet. Instead, he went slowly towards the bed, eyeing the sleeping Nathan intently. His heart started to race as he pulled back the sheets, uncovering his body. Thunder rumbled in the distance as his erection popped out.
Damn, Pete thought, eyeing the boy’s boner. Nathan wasn’t exactly small down there!
“Yeah. Someone like him must be dreaming of getting laid right now,” the ghost said. “Give him a little treat. You must be anxious to taste that cum.”
“I am,” Pete said automatically, then instantly wishing he had remained quiet.
He wasn’t totally aware of what he was doing. To Pete, this was all instinct, actions driven by raw desire. The most important one right now was that deep hunger in his belly below his stomach. He was burning up down there, and his pussy just wouldn’t stop leaking. He carefully pulled the boxers down, inch by inch. It seemed like an eternity before there was enough room for Nathan’s cock to pop out. When it did, Pete’s eyes turned into giant saucers.
“Mmmm, delicious,” the ghost whispered. “You know how to handle one, right?”
Pete barely heard her. He was so entranced by its shape, its girth. He took one long look at it before he enclosed his fingers around the base. It was throbbing! Something deep down in his loins burned right then, causing him to tremble. He slowly moved his hand up the shaft, squeezing a little tighter around the tip, before bringing it back down again. Nathan exhaled, but remained asleep.
“Hard, isn’t it? Just listen to your pussy. Ignore your brain. It’s much easier that way. Trust me.”
He took Nathan’s firm member and stroked it once more. At the same time, Pete’s other hand went diving between his legs. He couldn’t wait anymore. His pussy was wetter than ever, and the sopping hole nearly sucked his finger in. He pushed it in hard and deep as he jerked Nathan off. But that wasn’t enough. Pete’s mouth felt empty, so he leaned over and pressed the swollen tip against his lips before opening his mouth to let it in. His tongue guided Nathan’s cock towards his throat.
Pete could see the ghost out of the corner of his eye, smiling.
“Yes. Devour that big cock. Your pussy must be so wet right now.”
Is it ever, Pete thought. It was all over his fingers, and it wouldn’t stop coming out. He penetrated his slippery fuck-hole repeatedly as his lips wrapped around Nathan’s cock. He couldn’t believe how big it felt in his mouth, and it was so fucking hard! He briefly pictured Nathan waking up and wondered how he’d react to all this. Pete wouldn’t be able to explain himself—other than he had a hunger for that huge cock. But he couldn’t worry about that. He had to suck that beautiful cock. He had to push it deep into his mouth and swallow the pre-cum that came dribbling out. His loins burned even more as he swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting Nathan’s manhood, inhaling his scent. It was so good.
Down below, his fingers worked without pause. He pummeled his tight slit over and over again as the juice continued to come out. The inside was amazingly slippery, and it required no effort at all to fuck himself. Two fingers were fantastic, but three were even better. It was so tight and wet, and a fourth finger made him moan onto Nathan’s cock. He took as much of it into his mouth as he could, drooling down the shaft, almost gagging. The more of it inside his mouth, the hornier he became. His entire body trembled as the heat between his legs intensified.
Nathan showed signs of life, but Pete couldn’t stop. He’d have to face him like this. He’d have to explain himself with a mouthful of juicy cock. He went right on sucking, bobbing his head up and down, pinching his cheeks around that swollen tip that seemed larger with each passing second.
“Oh … yeah,” Nathan said. His eyes remained shut. “Betty … yeah, that’s good. Right there.” His head turned the other way. “You’re so … hot.”
No doubt those photographs were an influence on Nathan’s dreams, Pete realized. Maybe he was getting a blowjob from her right now. That upset him. Nathan should be dreaming about him instead!
The ghost was a spectator to the whole thing, but she remained silent. Pete did
n’t even see her at the moment, but he had no patience to pull his lips off that cock and look for her. Nathan’s cock had been throbbing for a solid five minutes, and he knew the boy was close. They both were.
Suddenly, Nathan appeared to tense up, and his cock lunged upward. Pete opened his throat wide as a rush of cum shot into his mouth. He gobbled it all down, one mouthful right after another, and he didn’t stop until there were only tiny drops left. He licked every last one up, polishing Nathan’s cock clean as his own orgasm came.
Pete stepped back and fingered himself like there was no tomorrow. It was like a damn waterfall down there inside his cunt. Four fingers worked furiously, while the thumb pressed against his clit. The explosions of ecstasy came over and over until he had to sit down. Everything between his legs was drenched with pussy juice, and most of his hand was coated. He licked all the fingers clean as the tingles spread throughout his body.
Holy fuck, I just sucked Nathan off, Pete thought, tasting remnants of the warm, salty seed in his mouth still. He looked at the bed again and saw the cock still standing proud, though it had lost some of its height and thickness.
The ghost woman appeared in front of him, rising right through the carpet. “Good, wasn’t it? That appetite for cum in you is strong. Would you blow him again if he had another load to give you?”
“Yes,” Pete said. He didn’t give it a second thought. “Absolutely. Can you do that?”
“I’m just a ghost,” she said. “But I think you’re ready for me.”
“You?” He looked into her white, translucent eyes. He couldn’t tell what color they were. Maybe brown. Maybe green.
“I had to lower your body’s defenses,” she explained. “Tell me, have you ever been possessed before?”
Pete gasped as she leapt right at him, jumping into his body!
Skylar stood on the porch, looking out across the backyard. The rain just wouldn’t let up. Sometimes it would lighten and come down in sprinkles, but it never fully stopped. Most of the time, however, it came down in sheets. She gazed up at the sky towards the comet, or where it would’ve been. The clouds hid it, but there was still a faint purplish hue to the north. Lightning flashed in the distance.
Cassidy appeared in front of her. “How’s the cock treating you?”
Skylar glared at the translucent woman. “I have you to thank for that, don’t I? And you made me stick it in her mouth.” She tried to poke the ghost’s shoulder, but the finger went right through.
“Just a tiny part of me. Came with the cock. Besides, it only enhanced feelings that were already there. You wanted that girl to give you a blowjob just as much as I enjoyed watching it. Feels good having a dick, doesn’t it?”
Skylar said nothing. Whoever had been in that bathroom with Jean, it hadn’t been her. She wasn’t like that. She wouldn’t force her friend to her knees and call her a slut, even if she was horny at the time and desperate for release. Everything had changed since that dick had grown out of her crotch, erasing her womanhood out of existence. She tried to ignore it, but half the time she was sporting a boner. Cocks just had minds of their own, apparently.
Cassidy circled her. “The blowjob felt great. I know it did, because blowjobs are fucking awesome. Girl, don’t deny it. Having those lips around your cock was the greatest feeling in the world, and blowing your load into her throat. Hot damn! I came just from watching that. But, you think her mouth is great? What about her pussy? Think about it. You can actually fuck her now. None of that lesbian shit. She has what your dick wants right there between her legs.”
Skylar saw it in her mind. She didn’t want to, but Cassidy was like the voice in her head, the little devil on her shoulder. Thinking about Jean and her hot, wet mouth caused her cock to stir inside her panties. Picturing the girl’s tight snatch gave her a complete erection. Deep down, she wanted to know how it felt to have her cock inside her. Jean hadn’t shown any remorse for sucking her off and swallowing her cum. Hell, it looked like she had enjoyed it. Her cock started to throb.
“Just take her by the hips and pound her real good,” Cassidy explained. “Put your seed inside her. That’s what you want. That’s what that cock wants. Listen to it.” She laughed. “You can’t hide that erection from me.”
“Yeah,” Skylar said abstractedly.
Jean was waiting back in her bedroom. For once she wasn’t taking a hit from the bong—though it wasn’t far away. Skylar spied on her from the doorway, wearing those cute white panties. Her erect cock throbbed for attention. There was something enticing about her lower belly, the way those panties conformed to the shape of her flat crotch. There might’ve been a small crease where her womanhood was.
Jean looked up. “There’s the girl with a penis. I was just about to get high again. Any news about—”
Skylar couldn’t wait. She pounced on the girl. Her cock was telling her what to do, controlling every action. She could only listen to it. Jean’s lips were soft and sexy. Skylar had never noticed a girl’s lips to be like that, to call out to her as they did now. She leaned in and kissed her, not waiting for permission. Jean wrapped her arms around her, and they rolled together on the bed. Skylar pulled back to catch her breath as she felt her erection poking into the girl’s thigh.
“Again?” Jean asked. She still had that vague smile. Nothing upset her. “I was just about to ask the comet if it knew how to turn you back to normal. Do you want to be back to normal? Because you said—”
“Just shut up about that damn comet,” Skylar said, going in for a second kiss. She loved the texture of her lips, and the girl’s warmth encompassing her. She pressed into her body, gyrating her pelvis, pushing that cock harder into her flesh. It felt like it was already about to explode, and they hadn’t even gotten down to business yet! Her balls ached more than ever.
Jean sensed the urgency and removed her top. Skylar squeezed her pale, freckled breasts and pinched the nipples. She moaned as they hardened into firm bullet-sized nubs. She took one into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. Jean combed her hair with her fingers as Skylar closed her lips around it and sucked. They pulled each other tighter, their hands in constant motion. Being intimate with another girl was everything she wanted, everything her cock ached for. It was her soft flesh, her smooth curves, her firm breasts—Skylar had never had an attraction like this. All her feminine features were suddenly very apparent.
They kissed once more after both of them were topless. Skylar loved how it felt when their nipples rubbed together. She was clearly bigger up top, but her friend’s breasts were addicting. She couldn’t stop groping them, squeezing them just hard enough to make Jean moan. Of course Jean returned the favor. Now it was Skylar’s turn to feel her nipples pinched and sucked on. Her touch was nothing like a man’s. Before long, the two of them were panting and grinding against each other, their bodies equally aroused by the erotic contact.
“Skylar,” she whispered. “Are you hard because of me?”
Skylar nodded, biting her bottom lip. “Only you.” The intensity from earlier began to return. “I want to fuck your brains out.”
“How badly?”
She smirked. “I’m not leaving this room until I’ve filled your pussy with my cum. You got that, slut?”
Skylar almost ripped the girl’s panties off with how anxious she was. Clothes served no purpose anymore. They only got in the way of what she needed. After, she took Jean’s legs over her shoulders and went in towards her mound, pressing her mouth against her lower lips. The girl’s scent was strong, driving her. She lapped at her slit thoroughly, teasing her clit and penetrating her entrance. Jean loved all of it, but the real purpose here was to get her wet enough for her cock. Skylar could barely restrain herself. It was always in her thoughts, those throbbing six inches tightly bound by her undersized panties. Her erection was only stronger now that she had tasted Jean’s pussy for the first time. That tight little hole was about to be stretched to the limit.
Skylar pulled back. “B
eg for it, you fucking whore. I’m not going to fuck you unless I hear you beg.”
“Oh!” Jean panted, finding her voice again after being eaten out. “Please Skylar, please give me your cock.”
Skylar rubbed the girl’s clit. “Are you being honest? You want my big fucking cock in your tight hole?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh God. Oh! Stick it in me!”
It was Cassidy making those commands, not Skylar. A part of her had come with the cock, deeply rooted in her mind. There was a desire for control, for dominance. With her cock proudly erect, Skylar only wanted to use Jean for her own pleasure.
She did as the ghost had told her. She grabbed Jean by the hips and lined up her cock. The girl’s womanhood was glistening with a mixture of drool and pussy juice. She had never been in this position, but she knew what to do. The tip of her erect member teased the outer lips, pressing into the central groove. Jean trembled. Then, she lowered it down to her hole, and the flesh seemed to give, parting around her cock. Inch after inch pushed into her tight entrance. Skylar moaned as she buried half of her cock inside Jean’s pussy. The feeling of the inner walls squeezing it was like nothing else.
“That’s a good slut,” she said, speaking without thinking. “A good slut and a tight pussy. It’s not your pussy right now. It’s my pussy, slut.”
“Oh, yes it is,” Jean panted.
With a firm grip around her naked body, Skylar began pumping into her. The inside of Jean’s pussy was hot and slippery, and just the right size for her cock. Thrusting it in and out came almost involuntarily, as if Skylar’s legs were designed for this very act, built for only one purpose. Her loins burned and tightened as she fucked her repeatedly, filling Jean with her fat cock, smacking her lower abdomen into the girl’s crotch.
Cassidy had been right. There was no sense in fighting it. It was what she wanted. She saw that clearly now. She wanted Jean. She wanted her sexy body. She wanted that pussy of hers whenever she desired it.
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