by D. L. Savage
“Kill me, Colt, it’s the only way,” she pleaded.
Colt shook his head. “I can’t.”
“You have to!”
Just then the door behind them hissed open and a group of teen medical nurses entered the room, their eyes wide with horror.
“STAY OUT OF HERE!” Colt screamed, but it was too late.
The six slim teen girls looked around the room: at the sweaty naked marines sucking and butt-fucking each other, at the dead body of Dr Coltrane, and at Colt and Kate, and before they could run away they too breathed in the strange sweet tasting air.
“Oh,” a thin little Asian girl gasped, reaching one hand to her mouth and the other to the quickly-dampening place between her legs. She squatted down, hitching up her skirt, and eagerly began finger-fucking herself until she came with a shy squeal.
The other nurses too had begun touching both themselves and each other. One had joined in with two of the marines, eagerly feeding their beefy cocks simultaneously into her mouth and pussy, while another was sucking noisily on Johnson’s long black veiny dick.
The room was once again filled with the heady smell of sweat and cum, the pink fog hanging low in the air as the sweaty bodies all sucked and fucked and grunted and came in a variety of combinations.
“Kill me Colt,” Kate urged, her beautiful eyes pleading with him to put her out of her orgasmic misery.
Colt looked at her; she was so beautiful, her angelic face, her petite body, her small, perfectly-formed breasts with their rock-hard little nipples, her toned stomach and swollen pink clit, and then there instead of a pussy was that huge throbbing tentacle-cock. In that moment, Colt realized that Kate was everything he wanted - the perfect way of coming to terms with this new sexuality he’d been grappling. He realized right then that he wanted - noneeded - her to fuck him.
So Colt grabbed hold of Kate’s tentacle cock with both hands, feeling its incredible thickness, its slimy heat.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Kate murmured.
In response Colt began masturbating as much of Kate’s huge length as he could, feeling her throb in his hands. Her shaft swelled and thickened and her mushroom head pulsed, oozing out even more clear slime. Kate groaned, lost now in the pleasure Colt was giving her. She began playing with her hard little nips as he tried to fit as much of her cock head into his mouth as he could, feeling her pulse that sweet clear slime onto his tongue. As he sucked her, he reached down and worked fingerfuls of the slime into his tight, tingling butt hole, finger-fucking himself first with one finger, then two, then three, getting himself ready for what was about to follow.
As he was taking the tentacle-cock from his mouth, he felt a second pair of hands on his body. It was the skinny Asian nurse. She was exploring his muscular physique with her fingers, shivering in pleasure as she touched him. She fell to her knees and began to suck on his rock-hard rod. Colt left her to it, still focussed on his main mission: to feed Kate’s thick tentacle rod deep up his tender ass. He touched her throbbing cock head gingerly against his asshole and tried to relax as much as he could, a deep yearning in his stomach that only she could satisfy. He needed to be fucked. He pressed the tentacle to his hole and felt it slip slowly, deliciously, inside him, stretching him wide, filling him with its heat and thickness.
He cried out in pleasure, and the Asian nurse too gave a muffled gasp as his cock pulsed out a little more precum. Colt worked himself even further onto Kate’s thick pole, no longer caring what happened to him, thinking that if she fucked him to death then so be it … There were worse ways to go …
Kate groaned as her tentacle cock fucked away at Colt’s butt. She reached between her toned buttocks and began fingering her own tight asshole, coaxing even more pleasure from her lithe body, knowing her new tentacle cock was on the bring of spurting, deep inside Colt’s tight marine ass.
The Asian nurse was the first to orgasm, tweaking one of her small brown nipples between her fingertips, her mouth full of Colt’s cock and her pussy clenching and squirting against the fingers of her other hand.
Colt came next, his biggest orgasm so far: his cock feeling like it was emptying itself completely into the nurse’s eager teen mouth, his balls pulsing and his asshole spasming around Kate’s huge tentacle dick.
And this in turn sent Kate’s tentacle cock over the edge. Kate felt herself squirting her alien seed deep into Colt’s butt, and as he slid himself off her, she saw it oozing and sliding down her shaft: such a luminous glowing blue color, it was like nothing she’d ever seen before.
Then, all of a sudden, she felt the tentacle detach. In a flash it had wrenched itself completely free of her gaping cunt and, like some sort of fast-moving snake, it was gone: slithering away down the corridor of the medical deck, in search of God-knows-what.
The others in the room didn’t notice. Their brains were still too fogged with sex.
The nurses toyed and sucked at themselves and each other. The marines fucked and grunted. Even Colt carried on, fucking the Asian nurse in every hole while she cried out in ecstasy, flipping her thin frame from one position to another.
But finally Kate felt free. Finally she didn’t feel horny. The tentacle was gone, at least for a little while, and Kate was able to fall into a delicious, completely dreamless slumber …
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18
Becoming Kelly
I’d had the hots for my friend Kelly ever since I first met her during Freshman year. In my eyes Kelly was absolutely perfect: slim, sexy, cute, cheeky, everything I’d ever wanted in a girl. She was petite, with dark brown hair and a slim little waist. She had small perky breasts and big brown eyes and always watched what she ate and made sure to keep herself in shape. But the thing was, I’d never been able to tell Kelly just how I felt about her. There’d been so many times when I’d almost worked up the guts to do it — times when I’d planned it out for weeks in advance then crumbled at the last minute, and times when we’d both been so blind drunk and I’d known that all I’d have to do was just say something or make some kind of move — but I’d just never quite made the leap of faith.
Story of my life, really. You see, I’ve always found myself on the sidelines, watching on. And with Kelly, I quickly found myself in the ‘best friend’ zone, secretly lusting after her, and wishing she was my girlfriend, but instead just being there for her as a friend and watching enviously as she dated meathead jock after meathead jock.
That was the kind of guy Kelly always went for: guys with six-packs and thick biceps, guys who spent all day long at the gym. And then whenever she broke up with her latest boyfriend, she would always complain to me about how stupid those kind of guys were, and how she wished she could meet someone with a little intelligence, someone more like me!
My latest plan had been to start working out at the local gym. I figured that if I could get myself in better shape, maybe develop a six-pack too, then perhaps that might give me more of a shot with Kelly. And truth be told, it had actually been going kind of well. I wasn’t quite ready to make my move yet, but my body had certainly been responding well to the strict diet and exercise regime I was putting it through, and while I might never be a complete musclebound beefcake, I was certainly getting kind of toned.
Oh, there’s one more thing about Kelly which I guess I should mention; she was into witchcraft. I know, right? What a joke. And it had always struck me as a rather silly hobby of hers, something she did just to be kooky, something to laugh about whenever the subject came up at parties. I never took her dabbling seriously. Well, until what happened last Friday night, that is …
“Hey Tony, fancy coming over to my apartment and getting drunk with me this evening? I broke up with Brad and I need some cheering up …”
This was the proposition that Kelly called me up with at seven o’ clock on a Friday night. I’d already planned on going out that evening with a few single college buddies, scoping a few bars for girls, but as soon as I heard that cheeky
tone in Kelly’s voice, I just knew as always that I would cancel on them. You see, there was always something about Kelly that I could never say no to. Also, upon hearing the news that she’d yet again broken up with her latest meathead boyfriend, I have to admit that there was a little part of me was once again wondering if perhaps I might have a chance with her now.
“Sure thing,” I told her, trying to disguise some of the eagerness in my voice. “I’ll be right over.”
Kelly was pretty tipsy already when I made it round to her apartment. She gave me a long friendly hug at the door and I found myself once again enjoying the feeling of her pressing her toned little body against me, perhaps a little more than I should do. As she turned and led me back through to the main living room, my eyes strayed down to her perfect ass. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants and they perfectly showed off the smooth curves of her buttocks. Man, what I would give to put my hands on her ass! But I shook the horny thoughts from my mind as I followed her through to the living room.
There was a weird smell which got stronger the further I went into the apartment. It was a musty, heady scent and I wondered just what in the hell she’d been cooking.
“Here,” she said to me before I could ask her, thrusting a dark green cocktail in my direction. “Drink this!”
I took it from her and swigged it down in one.
But a moment later, my mouth filled with a completely awful taste: it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, vile and salty, and I quickly high-tailed it to the sink in the kitchen and spat the taste from my mouth, running the tap and sipping from it desperately, washing my mouth out and spitting repeatedly into the sink.
“What the fuck kind of cocktail was that, Kelly?!” I asked, once I’d finally got the taste out of my mouth.
“Oh, it wasn’t a cocktail,” Kelly said, her mouth curling in a cheeky smile. “It was a mind swap potion.”
“A what?” I asked.
“A mind swap potion,” she repeated, as if this was a completely normal thing to give your friend on a Friday night. “Don’t worry, Tony. It’s just a little experiment. It probably won’t even work.”
I smiled at this.
She occasionally tried out her spells on me and yeah - so far nothing had worked. But something about this drink felt different. This wasn’t just Kelly asking for a lock of my hair to use in one of her spells or anything. This time she’d actually given me something to drink and I could feel it sitting uncomfortably in my churning, somewhat-nauseous stomach.
“What was in that potion?” I asked.
“Jeez,” she huffed, “Chill out! You’ll be fine! If it makes you feel any better, I drank one about an hour before you got here, and look at me … I’m not dead, am I?”
I looked her over, my mind once again straying into its usual horny territory. Kelly’s tight-fitting little white t-shirt left little to the imagination. I could make out the points of her nipples beneath the flimsy fabric.
“You look … good,” I croaked.
“Thanks,” she smiled back, as always completely oblivious to my attraction towards her. “Want a beer?”
“Sure,” I said, trying to keep my eyes off her slim sexy body as she jumped up and skipped over to the refrigerator.
And so that was how we spent the rest of our Friday evening - drinking beers and talking (mainly about her love life) and getting increasingly more drunk and silly. At one point, she did elaborate on that mind swap potion, whatever it was: apparently she’d read about it online, on some witchcraft forum she’d been hanging out on. The idea was that it was supposed to let you switch minds with whoever you decided to share it with, and she’d figured it might be good to try it out with me, a male she trusted, in order to try and get a better understanding of guys, so that her next relationship might not be such a train wreck.
Occasionally throughout the evening, the topic of conversation would return to that mind swap potion, but after a while Kelly began to admit that it obviously wasn’t going to work; it was just another silly thing she’d read about on the internet, and we began to laugh at what a stupid idea it had been.
By three in the morning, we were both pretty drunk and I was getting up to head back to my apartment, when she pleaded with me to stay. At this my heart leapt, hoping she meant in her bed with her, but no, of course she meant the sofa, as always.
“I don’t know, Kelly,” I said. “I’ve got a bunch of things I need to do tomorrow …”
“But I thought we could hang out,” she said. “Come on, Tony. It’s Saturday tomorrow. We could catch a movie or something. I really don’t want to wake up alone tomorrow …”
“Okay,” I said, once again unable to resist her charms.
“You’re the best,” she smiled, going off to fetch me some spare blankets and pillows for my night on the couch. “Sleep tight,” she said, handing me the bedding and kissing me, just once, on the cheek.
“Good night,” I called after her, hearing the door to her bedroom close.
I got onto the sofa and pulled the sheets over me, frustrated once again at my inability to tell her how I really felt, and at my stupid cowardice. I seemed destined never to make a move on her. I screwed my eyes closed and my mind once again turned to Kelly, imagining her perfect body like I’d done so many times before: imagining just what it looked and felt like beneath those sexy, tight-fitting clothes. And with horny thoughts swirling around in my head, I drifted off into a surprisingly deep and comfortable sleep.
That night I dreamt the absolute strangest dream. Up until that moment, I would have considered myself completely and totally straight, but that night there’s no other way to describe what happened to me: I dreamt of cock. That night my mind was filled with visions of thick swollen cocks with full round balls beneath. I imagined muscular naked torsos, and thick strong arms. I imagined the hot rough hands of strangers exploring my body, and I imagined brooding men with chiseled jaws and dark rough stubble kissing me fiercely and urgently. I imagined their fingertips sliding between my legs and over my tingling flesh. And I imagined them fucking me, slipping their hard thick cocks deep inside my trembling body, thrusting urgently, filling me up with their hot throbbing dicks …
I awoke sometime in the early morning, my skin tingling and my mind still swirling with these strange, unfamiliar homoerotic images.
What the fuck? I thought, as I cast my mind back over these completely new-to-me thoughts.
It was pitch black in the room and the sofa and blankets felt way more soft and comfortable than I remembered them being when I first drifted off to sleep. I figured Kelly must have felt sorry for me in the night and added an extra couple of blankets and pillows while I was sleeping. I turned over to get comfortable, slipping in and out of sleep a little in my soft, warm bed, but I couldn’t shake a kind of strange, tingling excited feeling that was running all through my body, swarming out from my stomach in soft electric flutters.
And as I turned again, I felt something long and dark brush against my face. I reached out to move it away, but to my surprise realized that it was hair: long brown hair, attached to my head!
I tugged at it in complete surprise, and then my hands went to my head in unison, discovering a full head of long hair. Next my hands moved to my face and instead of meeting that usual roughness of day-old stubble, I found instead that my cheeks and chin were completely soft and smooth. My lips felt different, too. They weren’t rough and chapped, and instead felt extremely full and soft.
My heart was pounding, and I wondered if I was still trapped in some sort of weird erotic dream.
I tried to roll off the sofa and stand up, but instead realized that I was in a bed, and that was the reason I felt so much more comfortable.
I was in Kelly’s bed, in Kelly’s room …
I sat up in bed, feeling a strange weight tugging at my chest, and when my hands moved to discover what was causing it, they were met with two small, firm breasts.
Oh fuck, I thought, as
it finally dawned on me what was happening. It had actually worked. The mind swap potion … For once, one of Kelly’s spells had actually come off!
My hands remained cupping at my breasts, savoring them. They were just the perfect size to fill my palms, and as I touched them I felt that strange tingling sensation in my stomach increase a little. I could feel my nipples hardening in a way they had never done before, too, stiffening almost painfully into hard little points which pressed urgently against my palms through the flimsy fabric of my t-shirt.
As I shuffled up a little in the bed, enjoying this strange, full-body tingling sensation, I felt something caught between my buttcheeks too. It was odd, some kind of wedgie sensation, but not totally unpleasant. With one hand I reached down to pick at it, slipping my fingers beneath the elasticated waistband of the PJ’s I seemed to be wearing, and sure enough, I discovered that the wedgie sensation was being caused by the tight thong panties I was now wearing. My fingers strayed across to my bare buttocks, which were incredibly smooth and full and round. Then I moved my hand to the front of my body, slipping eagerly between my legs.
Instead of the usual bulge of my cock, I felt a soft spongy mound. I slipped my fingers into my panties and touched a small crop of hair — much smaller and softer feeling than my usual big thatch of pubes — and then below that, my fingers discovered a soft warm, wetness, immediately sending a spark of tingles around my body as I explored this new secret part of my body.
Holy crap, this felt amazing!
My cock had been replaced by a warm wet slit, so tight, so soft, so wet …
But, I reminded myself, this wasn’t my body — that was the whole point. This was Kelly’s body! This was just my mind in Kelly’s body. And finally, I was able to find out exactly what she felt like.
As it finally dawned on me just what was happening, my heart began to pound with a Christmas-morning-like excitement. Here I was, finally able to explore Kelly’s beautiful, toned teen body, but right from the inside. It was almost too much to fully get my head around.