33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle

by Nikita Storm

  "You like that?" She smiled and leaned close, her lips hovering mere inches away from my nipple.

  "Oh God!" I cried out as goosebumps scattered throughout my body. I felt her heat as she carefully placed her succulent lips on my nipple and sucked it into her mouth.

  Her hand roamed my body freely. She played with my other breast, caressed my belly and even moved it down between my legs. I spread them instinctively, allowing her easy access to my brand-spanking new pussy. Did that mean I was a virgin?

  I was terrified of all these changes happening in my body, but with her soft, yet insistent suckling on my very sensitive breast, I couldn't think of that just now.

  She mewled as the edge of her hand stroked against my pussy. My lips parted and I could feel wetness between my thighs.

  Wow! Had I peed my panties? I felt so embarrassed, but when she brought her fingers to my nose and bade me to smell, I didn't smell pee.

  "What is this?" I asked as I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked her fingers. I decided that I enjoyed the taste and licked more.

  "It's your cum. It's your woman scent. Unlike men, women produce it all the time, not just at climax."

  I looked at her in a new light. She was very beautiful. She had long-flowing red hair, dark brown eyes and a very sensuous, curvy body. My pussy tingled as I drank in her beauty.

  "Kiss me," she purred as I pulled her to me and pressed my lips to hers. God, I needed her. I've never needed someone so badly before. Every fiber of my being was on fire and I felt an inner heat building up inside of me.

  "What's going on?" I asked, breathlessly.

  "You're having an orgasm," she said softly, smiling. "Let it flow." She pressed her breasts to mine and we compared. Hers were bigger, but not by much. Mine were curvy and had an innocent quality about them.

  We pressed our breasts together and I felt a surge of lust course through me. Not only was I actually making out with the woman of my dreams, but I was doing it as a woman.

  "Let me show you how it really feels to be a woman. Consider this lesson one," she said, licking her lips with a gleam in her eye.

  I looked down and saw my lack of a cock, and didn't think I'd enjoy this experience, but when I felt her tongue touch me, I felt shock-waves and goosebumps as she slowly caressed my new, virgin pussy, moving her tongue and lips around to create the most unbearable sensations I'd ever felt.

  As a guy, I'd never felt anything like this before and I was wondering why I hadn't done this more to my wife. Once I got back to earth, I was going to give her the best pussy-licking that a man had ever given a woman.

  Then it hit me: I wasn't a man anymore. Not only would she not recognize me, but she might not even like me. I'd just have to deal with that later, however, as Sarah pressed her tongue inside my hot, wet pussy and began lapping and pleasuring me. It wasn't until she ran her tongue over my clit that I had my very first orgasm.

  I moaned loudly and clenched my teeth as a wave of pleasure washed over me and I felt every nerve fiber in my body fire rockets through me. I instinctively pulled her head closer, trying to get her deeper. I didn't want this awesome feeling to end.

  "God, Sarah..." I groaned, the orgasm brewing inside me as she swirled me from the inside with her tongue. She knew what she was doing, it felt so good to be caressed by an experienced female.

  My hormones had become very distant to what they were, I no longer wanted to be the dominant one in the sexual relationship. I wanted to be hers; to let her to do whatever she wanted with me.

  After my orgasm nearly caused me to pass out, she stood and I fantasized about returning the favor, licking her out like she did me.

  I kissed my cum off her lips and face, working my way down her neck and I felt myself grow wet again as I came upon her delectable breasts.

  I tried to follow her example and spent an ample amount of time on her flesh mounds. After a few moments, she was moaning, so I must've been doing something right.

  After suckling both breasts, I slowly kissed down her body, paying extra attention to her cute belly.

  The lower I got, the more I could smell her hot, wet sex. She was turned on! By my ministrations. I squeezed my legs together as that revelation hit me.

  I began slowly licking her swollen, pulsing clit before inserting my fingers between her sensuous blood-engorged pussy lips.

  I fingered her fast and hard as I concentrated all my energy upon her small, little clit - the vortex of her power. She began moaning and shaking and - like I had done to her - she grabbed my head and pulled me into her pussy, holding me there. Even though I could scarcely breathe, I kept up my slashing tongue motion against her clit.

  Soon she began to moan and apply more pressure to the back of my head as she stroked my hair. I could taste her cum as it trickled from her pussy, making me excited that I was pleasing her.

  "You're good at this, I could have you down here all day," she said before I could muster the strength to push deeper, trying hard to gasp for air. We laid together in each other's arms for several minutes, just kissing and stroking each other's hair before she finally gently pushed me away and stood.

  "We'd better get back to work. They're going to be wondering about us. Follow me, we're going to get you a proper uniform that fits."

  *****

  The moment I walked in the door, my wife came out of the kitchen and nearly screamed. "Who the fuck are you?" she said. "And how did you get in? I'm sure I locked the door."

  "I know this is weird--" I tried to say as she noticed my security tag dangling from around my neck.

  "You're damn right it's weird," she snapped as she looked closer an my credentials. "Where's Jack?" she sharply inhaled, her hands covering her mouth. "Why have you got my husband's security pass?" she continued, becoming more and more frantic as she didn't know yet that I was Jack.

  I was definitely going to have some 'splainin' to do.

  Gender Swap, Princess Pop

  Nikita Storm

  "Oh Lord! Deeper, Charles!" shouted the girl I had bent over a table in a small, hidden hut smack dab in the middle of the carnival event held within the castle walls.

  The girl moaned and pulled me closer to her as I blew my hot load inside her scorching, tight pussy.

  Right now I'd be lying if I said this wasn't what I got up to half the day.

  My name was Charles and I was probably one of the more useless guards at this castle. Royal standards had to be kept high, but when you're a pervert like me, even in times like these, it's difficult not to want a release every now and then - or - several times a day.

  When I wasn't busy having girls visit my cock, I was trying to figure out ways to one day get close to the princess. Cynthia was her name, and because of all the protection she has - not just sexually - it's pretty difficult to get near her without some sort of clever, conniving plan akin to a prison escape.

  You could say I was the jealous type, she was to wed a prince by the name of Jeremy. She had just turned twenty and was as beautiful as a porcelain doll. I felt a pang of jealousy whenever I thought of him even near her.

  I rode back one evening after my weekly hunting session and stopped to find a man sticking up a poster with a silly drawing of the princess being turned into a man.

  So no one else could see it, I ripped the poster off the wall and collared the man somewhere quiet as he was walking off.

  "Hey, what's this all about?" I asked him quietly. It wasn't strictly my job to ensure that her reputation wasn't besmirched, but it was something I took on myself. Maybe defending her honor would also get me close to her. Probably not, but that didn't stop me.

  "It's nothing bad sir, I promise," he said, sighing. "It's my old man, he wanted me to advertise something he's been working on."

  "And where he now?"

  "He's in his room working as always, I can show you to him if I must."

  "Alright," I said, letting him go, with my hand on his shoulder as he guided me, just in case he ran of
f.

  Within the castle, there were still parts I'd never seen. I told myself never to explore them because they were scary and creepy. As a guard it was ridiculous to have such intangible fears and insecurities, not to mention the reluctance to even study the architecture, but what could I say? I was a creature of inherited fear and laziness. The only reason I could cope in the dark at night was because I usually had a girl sleeping next to me.

  Onward we trekked down the dark corridors that I never even knew existed, with chandeliers and other sources of light becoming more and more non-existent with each turn, replaced by old-fashioned torches. We eventually got to a door with barriers and locks, which opened once my new friend knocked on the door yelling, "it's me, lemme in!"

  All the locks seemed to open by themselves. "Ah, you're back! So soon?" A tall, bearded man said when the door creaked open, before looking at me and lowering his voice, "who are you?"

  Before I said anything, he interrupted, "don't answer that. I recognize you, Charles, you lazy bastard, come on in." I was just about to take offense when I saw that he had a smile on his face.

  I observed that placed haphazardly around the room there were a number of different copies of the poster I tore down earlier that day, before the man asked me, "so what can I do for ya?"

  "Well- I saw your poster, and I was wondering what you were planning on doing," I explained. "And how does it involve the princess?"

  "We have a plan to use this special potion that I've created on the princess as we don't believe in the ways in which we've been treated by her rule. We need somebody to plant the liquid into the princess' drink during the ball pre-event and turn her into a man, which will wreck the marriage so we can stop their evil plans."

  I didn't agree that the new enforcement was a bad thing, but I quickly formed an idea, one that was the cheekiest and naughtiest idea yet.

  "I don't agree with them, either, I'll gladly volunteer," I said, lying of course, "but only on one condition."

  "What's that?" The old man replied, furrowing his brow.

  "Well I want to know I'm safe," I started to explain, pretending that I was interested in health and safety when really I wanted to know if this would work on the prince. "If I used it on myself, would I turn into a woman?"

  "I guess so," he replied, scratching his head, "we would need a human trial to find out for sure, even though we didn't plan on having one," he laughed, before furthering the conversation.

  "Well, sure, you're free to help us if you're offering. We could do with someone who looks like he's dressed for battle." He peered down at the armor I hadn't had time to take off after hunting.

  "Alright, well first thing's first, I'd like you to hide this. You know where the princess will be; I want you to spike her drink with this and watch what happens. It should be easy enough."

  I took the vial and stuffed it into my pocket. This should be incredibly fun, I thought.

  *****

  Fortunately I managed to find my way out of the twisting corridors, back into my room and crash for the night without too much trouble, before the pre-event that I hadn't known about previously.

  After a good, restful sleep, I awoke and put on my armor, even though only the elites of the castle were there.

  I took my chances that I would be trusted, given that I was a guard - even though I wasn't strictly invited to the party. No one would mind an extra guard, would they?

  I scanned the room and found Prince Jeremy, sitting all by himself, watching his wife-to-be dance with some other guy. I smiled as I thought about what I was going to do.

  While he was busy clapping away at the dancing and entertainment, I quickly poured some liquid from the vial into his drink and blended myself in with the the crowd.

  I watched him carefully as he drunk it and start coughing before moving to the next room, to which I followed him. People just assumed I was his guard and left us alone. Yeah I totally want to keep him safe, while also bent over a table sucking my dick. But anyway...

  I forgot to lock the door as I went in, but I'm sure nobody would follow us. "Hello Jeremy," I said, smiling innocently.

  "Who are you?" he snapped angrily.

  "Look," I said, making slow movements while raising my hands. "I know this might startle you, but there's a movement that doesn't want you marrying the princess."

  "So you've come to kill me, is that it?" he said, struggling with the effects of the potion.

  "No, the problem is a little more complicated than that, and so is its resolution," I explained.

  As Jeremy transformed before my eyes, I smiled as I realized that it really was working. He fell to his hands and knees, not knowing what was happening and looked around as if a black mage was doing this to him.

  Steam arose from the back of his hands while his face started to transform. "Wha? What have you done to me?" he said, his voice turning higher pitched. He struggled to get back on his feet, but his body wasn't ready for that.

  "I am simply turning you into a woman, my dear!" I smugly scorned. "I got sick of seeing you with the princess, so I thought of a cunning plan when I was given this, and would turn you into my bride to be!"

  "I don't know what to say," he replied calmly, finally standing, "I didn't think you felt that way." The transformation and rising steam had stopped, his chest somewhat enlarged.

  I inspected the prince - or should I say princess - and the results shocked me somewhat. He was now a woman with long brown hair, big boobs, lime green eyes, puckered lips and - peering down - curvy, luscious hips. "Wow!" I reacted wide-eyed, "Such epic results."

  I didn't think I was going to have any more problems with her. Absolutely no one would believe that she was the prince now; especially not the princess.

  "So, shall I keep calling you Jeremy? Or shall we call you something different?" I said, smiling to myself.

  "Something beginning with J at least," she hissed. "I like Joanne, it's all that comes to mind right now." She sulked with what was now an adorable, but highly attractive, tone. I can't say that I wasn't attracted to her. She was absolutely smokin' hot!

  "Joanne it is then!" I said, raising my voice for no reason. "This will be the deal I offer you, I would now like to take you to the dance, and maybe take part in the feast, with you as my plus one."

  "Can I be male again?" she said, folding her arms like a spoiled child. "I rather liked being the Prince. It was the only thing I was good at."

  "Oh come on, don't be so unhappy! Today is a fine day, as fine as the weather outside," I said before hearing shattering thunder on the roof followed by a downfall of rain.

  What was I doing? Why didn't I just take my chances now before I lost it to some jerk at the dance?

  I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that she was struggling with her tight clothes.

  "What's the problem?" I asked, licking my lips as I watched her.

  "It's stuck and uncomfortable," she said under her breath as she tried to unbutton her shirt. "Apparently, I have breasts now and they don't fit in my old outfit."

  "Here, let me," I said as I walked over and ran my hands all over the silky soft fabric of her shirt which was covering perfectly round, firm breasts. Eventually I found the first button, then the second, then third, and a few seconds later her magnificent pair flailed out, causing her to blush in embarrassment.

  She might have been embarrassed and blushing, but I found it incredibly hot, being the pervert I am. Without saying a word, I slowly raised my hand to cup and gently massage her chest, feeling every inch of the pale, creamy flesh of the new woman's tight-looking boobs.

  My cock grew hard when I realized that these breasts had never before been touched by a man. She moaned slightly as I lightly ran my fingers all over them, proceeding to gently press and squeeze.

  Trying my luck, I inched forward and touched my lips upon hers. To my surprise, I felt her put her arms around me as she pulled me closer to her. She kissed me back with the delicacy and passion of which I'd
never felt from a lady before.

  She ran her fingers through my hair while I lifted her up by her hips and sat her on the desk, as we entwined lips and tongues.

  We were lost in the moment as I started to kiss her neck, making her moan and gently thrust. I lowered my kisses, and began suckling her delightful, virgin breasts. She moaned softly as I pleasured her in a way only a woman can understand.

  When I had sucked both her small, luscious, pert breasts, I knelt and began kissing down to her stomach.

  "I had no idea..." she said, throwing back her head and moaning.

  "There's more to come," I assured her. She had only just been transformed, so I didn't want to be too rough, as she was technically a virgin now.

  I worked my way down her stomach to her clit, and gently began to kiss and suck the small, pink nub, before working my way lower. I was shocked when I felt her hand on the back of my head with some force. "Keep going," she said, gritting her teeth.

  "I will be happy to oblige, princess," I said, before continuing her new body tutorial. I lashed my tongue over her very sensitive clit, before continuing down and then licking the walls of her warm, wet pussy. She moaned even louder and wrapped her long legs around my neck, pulling me further into her cavern.

  I tried to be as gentle as I could as I didn't want to hurt her. With my tongue pushing in and out of her pussy, she began to moan and writhe around under me. I tasted an ooze of cum as it dripped onto my tongue. I licked and sucked her for several minutes, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

  Kissing her clit again one more time, I stood, just about ready to pull out my cock and plunge it into her thoroughly wet pussy, when we heard the door open behind us and a loud gasp.

  "I demand to know what's going on in here!" The princess said as she covered her mouth.

  Shit! I looked at Joanne, who returned my look. Behind her, I heard a male voice say, "ah, typical, it's just Charles - the lazy guard - knocking up another whore."

  "Watch your language, let me handle this," Princess Cynthia turned to the guard and ushered him out, locking the door over his feeble protests.