A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  “I knew you’d like it.”

  That’s how Abdul got his first taste of fucking. Not with his pussy, but with his round female ass. It was plenty deep enough to accommodate a big, throbbing Harold. And, beyond all expectation, it felt immensely pleasurable. It shouldn’t have—he kept telling himself that. It shouldn’t have felt this good. Then Veronica started pumping Harold into his ass over and over, really pushing him deep in there, filling him, and the moans came one right after the other.

  “Thoughts?”

  Abdul closed his eyes. He could barely focus. “Holy shit! That’s amazing!”

  “Didn’t take long to break you in, huh?”

  Abdul spent the rest of the morning getting his virgin ass pounded to Pleasureville and back. Once he became comfortable with bending over and spreading his butthole wide open, he started squeezing his tits and rubbing his pussy. Having all three areas played with sent him over the edge. He bucked wildly as the orgasm overtook him, but Veronica didn’t let him off that easily. She kept pushing Harold deeper into his rectum, until finally his new friend unleashed a torrent of cum deep into his ass. He moaned as the warm release filled him. When Harold popped out, ribbons of cum oozed down the exterior of his pussy. He rubbed it all across his clit and brought himself to orgasm again.

  It was after one o’clock before the three of them took a break. Abdul had lost count of the orgasms, and Harold didn’t seem to have a limit to how many times he could come. Every part of his body tingled, and his loins continued to burn well after Harold was out of his ass. More often than not, Abdul kept a hand at his crotch to continually finger himself. He didn’t want the ecstasy to fade away.

  Veronica popped a question. “What do you think about Jeff?”

  “Jeff? What do you mean?”

  She traced a finger up his thigh. “Well, at this rate it won’t be long before you’re complete. Probably before he comes back home. Would you be interested in … you know. Would you like that sort of thing?”

  Abdul’s eyes widened. “You mean … with your husband?”

  “Yes. Both of us. Harold can join in, too. If you think today’s been fun, just wait until you’ve had an actual man fucking you.”

  Abdul didn’t know what to say. Thoughts of Jeff immediately flooded into his brain. He had never viewed the man from a sexual perspective before. Jeff was his friend. Jeff was the reason he had a place to stay after losing his job and going through a divorce. And he was Veronica’s husband. That gold band around her finger wasn’t just for show. It felt wrong to think of him as a potential … mate. Abdul was still straight, or at least he thought he was. Harold had mixed things up considerably.

  “He’d be into it,” Veronica added. “Especially if I dressed you up first.”

  “In girls’ clothes?”

  “Yeah. What else?” She gave Harold a pat on the head. “What do you think? Would you like to watch Abdul in some lingerie?”

  Harold’s head flushed.

  For the afternoon, Abdul explored the colorful and complex world of women’s clothing. The basics came first, like panties and bras. Veronica showed him the different styles, starting at briefs and working down toward the skimpier undergarments, like thongs and g-strings. Abdul posed with a few pairs, checking himself out in the mirror and seeing how the lace or cotton fit across his ass. They all fit too well. And of course everything was flat in the front because he was more female than male. No bulge to be found.

  But he wasn’t bad-looking. Attractive, even. Abdul felt himself getting turned on watching the girl in the mirror pose in her panties. Her hips were full and every bit a woman’s, and her ass would make any man drool. Then he’d glance at her face and feel like he was in some perverted out-of-body experience. The woman in the mirror could’ve passed as his twin sister.

  Veronica showed him bras next, how to place the straps over his shoulders, how to connect the hooks in the back without assistance. Anything she handed him was too large—Abdul wasn’t exactly in the busty category yet. Nowhere near close. Veronica estimated that he was a large A-cup, maybe a small B. Everything in her dresser was C and up. Nevertheless, it was an insightful experience. Abdul even subconsciously found himself matching colors. Because why not? Most people weren’t going to see his underwear, but he wanted to feel sexy. Then he snapped back to reality and remembered he was a man in a woman’s body.

  And they had sex. Lots of sex. Pre-supper sex. Late evening sex. Midnight sex. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Harold joined in too, of course. When sundown rolled around, Abdul was so addicted to getting his ass pounded that Veronica hardly ever had a chance to play with Harold. The orgasms came and went. Then they’d cuddle and recuperate. Then the fingering restarted anew, leading up to another bout of sweaty sex that left them both panting and moaning for more.

  They slept together that night. Veronica dozed off right away. But not Abdul. After about an hour of just lying there, unable to close his eyes, he got up and shuffled across the hallway, finding Harold in his fishtank.

  He tapped the glass. “Hey buddy.”

  Harold scooted toward him.

  “Last few days have really been something, haven’t they? I know you’re having fun. You sure know how to please my ass. I can’t get enough of that.”

  Harold started to grow a bit.

  “But should I be doing this? A week ago, I never felt like a girl, and now I can’t get enough of it.” Abdul looked down at his naked body. “I like playing with myself. I like … touching everything. I like it when you fuck me. But should I become a girl? Should I have sex with Veronica and her husband? I’m asking you, Harold. You’re like the last living piece of the old me.”

  It might’ve been nothing at all. A spontaneous movement of the head perhaps. Or maybe Harold was tired and about to drift off to sleep again. But Abdul swore he saw him nod. That was all he needed.

  “Really?” Abdul planted a long, wet kiss on the glass. “Thanks, Harold. You’re my bestest friend. And you’re gonna be the first to fuck my pussy when it’s ready!”

  On Friday, Abdul made the discovery.

  He moseyed into the bathroom for his morning ritual of a piss and wipe—Veronica had taught him about the latter. Girls were supposed to be hygienic down south. Always front to back. After a few days living as a chick, it was almost automatic at this point. He gave each breast a generous inspection, squeezing them, teasing the nipples until they were fully hard. And then Abdul checked what had changed down below. Today he was able to push his entire index finger into his pussy, and there was room for more.

  He was complete. Or close enough. It wasn’t a shock; he had been expecting it. Veronica had, too. It was the natural end, the finish line on the race from manhood to womanhood, and perhaps he had just crossed it.

  Veronica was ecstatic once she heard the news. “Welcome to the world of women. Wanna celebrate?”

  Abdul couldn’t say no to that.

  They fucked all morning. Of course Veronica had to see how many fingers she could shove into Abdul’s fully-formed pussy. The answer was four—and a thumb to play with the clit. Abdul rode the waves of orgasm and returned the favor. Over the last couple of days, he had developed a taste for Veronica’s juices. Her pussy was always his morning breakfast. And mid-afternoon snack. He ate her out until she came all over his lips, and then it was her turn to munch on his slit and flick his clit with her tongue. Abdul held her head there at his crotch and gyrated his hips, making sure she got real deep in those wet crevices.

  Following several orgasms, the duo of lovers finally decided to get up. It was almost one o’clock. Veronica pranced naked into the kitchen and prepared some real breakfast, including pancakes and sausage. Abdul stumbled out minutes later wearing one of her nightgowns—with nothing underneath. He was starting to enjoy the feel of lace on his smooth skin, and seeing his nipples poking through the translucent material always made his pussy wet. He fingered himself at the dinner table as Veronica
finished preparing the meal.

  Over coffee, the conversation turned serious.

  Veronica couldn’t stop smiling. “Are you thinking about getting fucked?”

  Abdul cleaned off one of his fingers with a tongue and nodded. “It’s been on my mind, sure.” On my mind a lot.

  Veronica leaned closer. “Well, I know Jeff’s going to jump on me as soon as he can. He always does after long work trips. I look forward to it. And maybe you can watch and get … warmed up. And then I tell him to fuck you, because I wanna watch how you react to getting fucked.”

  “And Harold?”

  “Oh, he’ll be in the mix too, I’m sure. Harold’s always fun.”

  Abdul took some food to Harold after Veronica had finished expressing her fantasies to him. He gobbled it all down as usual. Harold might’ve been no bigger than a ferret, but he had an appetite. Afterward, Abdul lay on the bed with Harold on his stomach. The living dick had been lacking color when he first came in on him—Abdul had slept in Veronica’s bedroom—but now he was enlarging again, his face turning a bright shade of pink. Abdul laughed as Harold crawled up his abdomen and found himself a comfy spot on his chest.

  Abdul pushed his tits together. “That’s what you want, huh? A good tit-job?”

  Harold released a bit of pre-cum as Abdul playfully rubbed his boobs back and forth along the flanks of his shaft. They were just large enough to do it. Bigger breasts would’ve been much better though, like Veronica’s.

  Abdul stared at the ceiling. “I’m a girl now, Harold. I can’t believe it. I was worried sick whenever you fell off that one day. I thought I was going crazy. Maybe I still am crazy.” He looked down at his former dick again. “Am I crazy for thinking about being fucked by a guy? I kinda want to know what it feels like. But I don’t know.”

  Harold hopped up toward Abdul’s mouth, and he gave the little guy a quick kiss. Harold seemed to take that as an invitation for more and started to poke his head between Abdul’s lips. He was full of energy today.

  “Sorry man,” Abdul apologized, pushing him away. “Not right now. Later though. I promise. You’ll get a lot of attention later. From Veronica, too. I know you remember her. She was your first fuck. Every guy remembers that, right?” He petted Harold behind his head. “And every dick, I guess.”

  Right before Jeff was expected to return home, Veronica abruptly changed plans.

  “Can you keep Harold in your room? Jeff’s going to see you’ve changed into a girl, and that’ll be shocking enough. I just … I don’t want him freaking out. Is that okay? We can still show him, but maybe later. That’ll be too much at once.”

  Abdul shrugged. “Sure.”

  Jeff turned off the dirt road and into the driveway just after five-thirty. Veronica had everything planned out—her and her husband would get down to business right away. That was the tradition. On many occasions, as Veronica explained it, she’d appear at the door with not a single piece of clothing on, and he’d carry her to the bedroom to commence the kissing, the fondling, the fucking. Abdul would wait and sneak in. Then Veronica would announce his presence. Jeff would surely be horny, even though he was looking at a male friend who was now a very beautiful woman. Naked. There’d be a brief explanation, and then they’d all fuck. Jeff would treat himself to two horny ladies willing to do anything he asked of them.

  Abdul heard them stumble down the hall and enter the opposite bedroom. He took his clothes off and tiptoed across the hallway. The door was ajar enough for him to peek through.

  As expected, Veronica was already naked. They kissed for some time while she took Jeff’s clothes off. Then Abdul watched as she knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. All that time spent fucking Veronica had almost convinced him to do the same thing when he had the chance, but now he wasn’t so sure. Abdul didn’t find Jeff attractive. Not his body. Not his cock. Not any part of him. He had turned into a woman on the outside, but that didn’t make him suddenly find men arousing. It was just Jeff. The same old Jeff. He felt more turned-on watching Veronica’s tits bounce.

  They didn’t waste much time. Jeff was ready to accelerate into high gear after his absence from his wife. He fucked her on her back. He fucked her from behind. He fucked her in damn near every position imaginable. Veronica howled with pleasure the whole time, screaming for him to fuck her tight pussy harder and finger her asshole. Jeff obliged like the good husband he was.

  It was almost time for Abdul to make his grand appearance. Look, Jeff! I don’t have a cock anymore! Wanna fuck this tight pussy? Instead, he left the young lovers to their naughty games and returned to his own bedroom. He wouldn’t do it. There was nothing about Jeff that turned him on, and imagining the guy bending him over and fucking him just made him want to gag. Abdul was straight. He might’ve had a girl’s body, and maybe having a dick inside his ass had felt nice, but his mind was still male. He only loved girls. The days with Veronica had been memorable, and she had taught him several ways to get everything out of his body. But she was married. A threesome with her and Jeff wasn’t what he wanted, even though Veronica had tried to convince him otherwise. It just wasn’t true.

  Abdul returned to Harold.

  “Hey buddy.” He reached into the fishtank and pulled him out. “Looks like that orgy ain’t happening. Turns out I don’t like dudes. Who woulda thought that, huh? But I still like you.” He scratched him behind the head. “You were a part of me once, you remember that? Right there attached to my crotch. A few women had some fun with you. Women before me and Veronica. We had some good times.”

  Despite not feeling any resemblance of attraction for Jeff as a sexual partner, Abdul was still turned-on from watching him and Veronica do their thing. It wasn’t so simple for a woman’s body to become aroused; you couldn’t just reach down there and start stroking as you could with a cock. But Abdul was in the mood for sex. He had been in the mood most of the week thanks to Veronica. But it wouldn’t be with Jeff. Not in a million years. He wasn’t going to let another man grope him, unless he wanted his pussy to be drier than the Grand Canyon.

  He looked down at Harold. “Hey man, you wanna have some fun? Those other two are being really noisy. I bet you can hear them. You wanna do what they’re doing? Well, not exactly what they’re doing. But the good parts.” Harold had been his dick only a few days ago. It’d be like masturbation. And he must’ve understood some of the words, for he thickened right up, with his head turning that delectable shade of pink again. “I knew you would.”

  Harold was that one link to his old life, a reminder of what his body had been before all the crazy changes. And, as wild as it sounded, Abdul had affection for him. Harold was a dick, but his dick. The one and only. So many years ago he had jerked off with him, staring at naughty pictures on the internet. A few years later, Harold had helped him lose his virginity. Abdul had a lot of fond memories with him. They were like two inseparable best friends.

  There were still plenty of memories yet to be made.

  Abdul carried Harold over to the bed, as gentle as always. The last thing he wanted to do was drop the fella. Harold had treated him well for so many years. It was time to repay him with a little bit of fun.

  “I know you wanted inside my mouth earlier,” Abdul whispered. “Well now I’m ready. No Veronica. No Jeff. Just us two. The way it’s always been.”

  Harold was throbbing with excitement.

  With a firm grip around the middle of his thick shaft, Abdul took Harold in between his lips. Slowly. He worked him toward his throat, licking his underside, teasing him with a slimy tongue. Harold grew some more, stretching his mouth wide. He was far too big to take into his mouth fully, but Abdul wanted to do as much as he could to please the little guy. Droplets of pre-cum were already dribbling out of his tiny mouth. That only made Abdul hornier. He thrust a hand between his legs to finger himself. The hole in place of his former manhood was thoroughly wet and inviting. Two fingers went all the way in.

  He slid Harold back and fort
h, giving him a complete blowjob. Every inch that went into his mouth came out glistening with drool. Abdul made circles around Harold’s head with his tongue. He had always loved that before the two of them had been split apart. Some girls were better than others at it. He hoped he was one of those better girls.

  The hand at his pussy quickened. Abdul shoved in a third finger. He massaged his clit with his palm as he continued sucking on Harold’s swollen, pulsing body, tasting the pre-cum that seemed to have no end. His loins burned with that unrivaled female pleasure that he had never experienced while being male. At that point, Abdul realized that this was all a blessing. Whatever had caused all this to happen, it was for the best. He still had his dick. He was still male; he had just gained many new ways to please himself besides the old-fashioned tug and release.

  Abdul pulled Harold out and swirled his tongue around him a few more times. He seemed to like that—if the increased intensity of his throbbing was any indication to judge. He moved Harold down to his naked breasts. There wasn’t much use for a cock with breasts his size, but Abdul wanted his little friend to have the full show. Abdul liked boobs as much as any red-blooded male, so Harold must have, too.

  Then Abdul brought him in closer, and Harold sucked on one of his turgid nipples.

  “Oh my God. You can … do that? That’s great!”

  His mouth was just large enough for it. Abdul couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Yeah, that’s my former dick sucking on my nipple. This is happening. Harold kept producing so much pre-cum that soon his nipple and most of the areola was covered with it. Abdul started to moan, and he swapped Harold to the other breast. The place between his legs was on fire now, and he couldn’t stop fingering his womanhood. The inside of his pussy was completely drenched, and he more than once licked on his fingers to satisfy his appetite for tasty juice.

  As pleasurable as it was to finger himself, Abdul needed something bigger. Something Harold-sized. By now he was only delaying the inevitable. His snatch was sopping wet, and his nipples were both pointing straight out. Abdul lay back and dropped Harold off down between his thighs.