Naturally, Ricky’s cock didn’t miss an opportunity to swell.
After choking on the smoke and passing the pipe back to Alicia, Meredith reached for the bottle of tequila and poured herself another shot, which she slipped more slowly this time. When Alicia pulled her cropped shirt over her head, Meredith began to sweat. She couldn’t help glancing at the other woman’s breasts. They were so huge and high and firm that Meredith couldn’t imagine they were nature-given, especially given Alicia’s slim form. From a purely clinical aspect, Meredith had to admit that Alicia’s breasts were, indeed, beautiful.
“Suck my tits, Ricky,” Alicia said, shoving one erect nipple at her boyfriend’s mouth.
Meredith felt her eyes grow large as saucers as she spied the approaching nipple and she gulped.
Then Alicia was straddling her and tugging the undershirt from Meredith’s chest.
Meredith drank the rest of the booze in her glass and reached for the pipe again, dragging hard. I can do this…I can do this…I can do this… She felt a curious kind of pulling, tickling sensation in her balls—well, Ricky’s balls—and then felt it snake up into her abdomen area. While it was strange, it was clearly a sexual sensation, not too unlike the sensations she’d felt as a woman when becoming sexually aroused.
Alicia pressed her nipple against her boyfriend’s mouth as she flattened her hand against Ricky’s broad chest and moaned. It was quite a curious thing to have a woman writhing with passion in her lap.
Taking a deep breath, Meredith took Alicia’s nipple into her mouth, wincing as she felt that cock between her legs grow even larger. Since she’d been on the receiving end and knew what she liked, she experimented and did the same to Alicia, sucking, nipping and tugging. Oddly enough, Meredith was rather enjoying it, but she didn’t want to spend even a moment pondering what that might mean about her sexuality. Uh-uh. She’d much rather divorce her logical mind from this totally bizarre happening and just make the best of it. Alicia’s impassioned moans were a definite indication that Meredith was on the right track.
A few squeezes on Alicia’s breasts confirmed Meredith’s suspicions that her tits were bought and paid for rather than a natural phenomenon. Funny…she’d thought about gifting herself with a breast lift and enhancement for her fortieth birthday and instead here she was fondling another woman’s perky boobs while the persistent pole of foreign flesh between her legs was doing some sort of throbbing dance. The thought almost made her laugh out loud until, suddenly, urgent signals of need—the need to whip that pulsating sucker out and plunge it into Alicia’s pussy—scrambled to Meredith’s head. How odd. How very strange…but interesting and fascinating at the same time. So this is what happens to men during foreplay. As Meredith skated her mouth from one of Alicia’s breasts to the other, she became aware of her clinical logic and curiosity rapidly being pushed aside by an army of raging hormones.
Sex. Must…have…sex…now.
“Fuck me, Ricky. Fuck me hard and fast the way you know that I like it.”
That did it. With mindless urgency Meredith shoved off her briefs while Alicia shimmied out of her panties. “Jesus, will you look at how big this thing is?” Meredith blurted once Ricky’s cock had sprung free, saluting the ceiling. She took it in her hands and marveled at it. “I mean, look at it…it’s bulging and throbbing and—” She paused in her admiration to look between Alicia’s spread legs. “Wow…so that’s the view men get. I had no idea it was so beautiful. All pink and moist and glistening and—”
“Ugh!” Alicia growled. “For chrissakes just shut up and fuck me already!”
Swallowing a huge gulp, Meredith positioned herself over Alicia as the other woman squirmed in anticipation. Meredith grasped Ricky’s cock, which was straining and warm to the touch and, with a deep breath, she plunged it into Alicia. Incredible. Abso-fucking-lutely incredible. It was like sliding into a wet silky sleeve that was warm and inviting and alive with sensation. Meredith pulled back a bit and then shoved in again even harder, feeling the slap of Ricky’s balls against Alicia’s dewy flesh. As she pummeled Alicia’s pussy, she was vaguely aware of how far-fetched all of this was, but the hormones or testosterone or whatever the hell it was inside Ricky’s body had all but taken over her brain, impelling her to appease The Cock.
Nothing was more important at that moment than driving to completion and shooting hot streams of cum into Alicia’s pussy. And so she did.
Meredith felt Ricky’s body tighten in anticipation of impending climax. The potent sensation captured her in entirety as the first powerful waves of release took hold. For a moment she thought she’d go insane with pleasure because it was almost too much to bear. And then she felt Alicia’s inner muscles squeezing, pulsing against her cock as the woman exploded with her own orgasm. At the pinnacle of deliciously painful pleasure, while cum spurted firm and swift, Meredith heard Ricky’s voice bellow from her mouth in a satisfied roar and then she collapsed atop Alicia.
Meredith was limp, sated and unmindful of anything or anyone else in the universe. Her only thought was that of the supreme, ultimate gratification that permeated every fiber of her being. She wanted to stay like this for eternity.
“Get off me you big baboon. I can’t breathe!” Alicia was pushing and shoving. With great effort, Meredith rolled her leaden form off Alicia and to the floor.
“What an incredible opportunity,” Meredith whispered a moment later as she stared at the rotating ceiling fan. “To know firsthand what having sex feels like from a man’s perspective.”
“Still talkin’ crazy talk.” Alicia tsked.
“I’ll never forget this experience. Ever. It was great. Astounding.”
“Yeah, it was great, Ricky.” Alicia pulled herself up on her elbows and eyed Meredith. “All sixty seconds of it.”
Meredith slanted Alicia a quizzical look. “Really? It seemed like so much longer. Like I was suspended in some amazing pleasure zone for hours.”
“Get real, minute-man.”
“Sorry,” Meredith said. “I couldn’t help it. It just felt so damned good.” She chuckled at that, remembering how many times she’d heard Jack say the same thing. “At least you had an orgasm.”
“That’s only because you’re such a sexy hunk of beef, Ricky.” Alicia gave a throaty chuckle. “You might be quicker than a speeding train sometimes but that’s one hot engine you’ve got doing the driving.” She licked her lips and changed positions so that her face was opposite Ricky’s flaccid cock. “Mmm and I like the way you taste too.”
And then she licked the cock.
And the cock twitched.
And then all those blazing hormones started scorching Meredith’s brain again.
Little by little as Alicia twirled her tongue, licking off the cum as if it were chocolate syrup, the thing with a mind of its own between Meredith’s legs came back to life…ready for another round.
Meredith watched, amazed. “Ricky’s got pretty damned good recuperative powers,” she said. “Must be his age.”
Alicia’s busy tongue stilled and Meredith heard another tsk. “Come on, baby, what’s wrong with you? Maybe you should see a shrink or something.”
Meredith laughed. “I was just teasing. Just seeing if you were paying attention,” she lied. “Now why don’t you just go on back to what you were doing with that talented little tongue of yours.” She pushed Alicia’s head back down to her groin. Funny how a person’s sex drive can force them to block out all sorts of things when necessary. Things like the fact that Meredith had a cum-covered cock and another woman was making it all tidy with her tongue. And that Meredith was thoroughly enjoying it. Yeah…if she ever made it out of this she probably would need a shrink. But for now… “Take it into your mouth and suck it, Alicia.”
As Alicia sucked, Meredith felt the cock growing harder. She experienced a remarkable sense of power as it became rigid. As if it had the strength to batter down stone walls. Just that thought alone was responsible for releasing anothe
r sequence of insistent hormones throughout her system. She wanted to shove, to ram, to dominate, to conquer. The magnitude of those feelings were fairly foreign but exceptionally appealing nonetheless. Gotta be the testosterone.
Meredith watched Alicia giving the blowjob and got so turned on that she almost came. But she wanted to possess Alicia’s mouth first—to show her who was boss. Meredith’s hips bucked involuntarily and Alicia’s eyes widened as the cock pushed against the back of her throat. Yeah. That was good—the way it looked, the way it felt, all of it. Meredith reached out and caught one of Alicia’s dangling nipples in her fingers and she pinched. Hard. Alicia moaned and sucked the cock harder. Meredith pinched her other nipple and thrust the cock deep into Alicia’s mouth. The woman moaned her pleasure and increased the pace as her mouth slid up and down her boyfriend’s cock. These new macho sensations were fascinating and Meredith was determined to experience them all as long as she was stuck in a man’s body.
From somewhere in the recesses of her mind—or Ricky’s, she couldn’t be sure—the overwhelming urge to spank Alicia’s ass took hold. Without taking the time to think about it, Meredith clapped Ricky’s big hand across Alicia’s ass. In what seemed like an instant both Alicia and Meredith spiraled into orgasms, with Alicia swallowing every last drop of her boyfriend’s cum and murmuring little mewing sounds of contentment.
Lord that was satisfying! Commanding. Controlling. Dominating. Me Tarzan, you Jane. Me Conqueror of the World, you Wench who Services my Mighty Cock.
Oh good grief, Meredith, get a grip!
If this was how the thought process worked inside men’s heads, no wonder they could be such giant assholes sometimes.
As Ricky’s happy-as-a-clam cock rested limp and replete against his groin, Meredith sensed the plucky feelings of manly bravado subsiding. Good. She needed to think clearly, without the intrusion of all those pesky male hormones. All she had to do was to get the camera back and destroy the film and then Jack and Karyn would be safe. Then she’d be out of there and, hopefully, on her way to Heaven—and even more hopefully, in her own body and not Ricky’s.
She glanced down at Alicia, who’d curled up and snuggled against her boyfriend’s side. She looked so sweet and innocent like that. Meredith wondered where the girl had gone wrong, how she could have become such a heartless, guiltless little thief. Maybe she’d been abused as a child. Maybe some bastard had forced himself on her. Meredith’s womanly instincts surfaced and she pitied the poor girl. Without thinking, she gently stroked Alicia’s hair. Eyes still closed, Alicia planted a kiss on Ricky’s abdomen and purred. Meredith continued to stroke the girl’s hair, plotting out the best way to retrieve the camera and be done with all of this. In the guise of Ricky she’d managed to give Alicia two orgasms—not bad for being a first time cock-thruster—so that should count for something. No doubt Alicia would be much more amenable to handing the camera over to her boyfriend now. She probably wasn’t such a bad kid after all. She just needed some love and understanding. Someone to guide her to the light side. Someone who would take the time to—
“Your turn, Ricky.” Alicia traced the outlines of Ricky’s six-pack abs with her finger.
“Huh?” Meredith propped her head up. “My turn to what?”
“To eat me.”
Meredith bolted up into a sitting position. No. Uh-uh. No way. She absolutely could not and would not do…that. “Uhhhhhhhh…” What the hell could she say? Sorry, Alicia, the thought of sticking my face in your crotch and licking your pussy makes me gag? Chances are she wouldn’t get the camera with that line. “I’ve, uh…I’ve had a sore throat for the last couple of days. And a cough too.” Meredith coughed for emphasis. “We’d better wait until I’m better so I don’t infect you with all those germs.” She coughed again. There, that wasn’t so hard. That sounded perfectly feasible and logical.
Alicia sat up and iced Meredith with a glacial gaze. “I just fucking swallowed for you, Ricky. I want your mouth on me now, mister.” She leaned back, propping herself on her elbows and then spread her legs, lifting her knees slightly. Her fur-framed pussy lips were open just enough for Meredith to spy the primed orifice.
Did men get hot flashes? Because if they did, Ricky’s body was definitely having one now. Not like a hot-sexy flash…more like a hot-sweaty-sick-all-over kind of flash.
“Alicia, baby, you know how much I love you.” Meredith stroked Alicia’s arm and shoulder. “You know that you mean the world to me and that I’d do anything to make you happy, but I just really can’t do this right now. I promise—I swear to God—that I’ll give you the best damned oral sex in the world tomorrow. As many times as you want. But I just can’t do it right now.”
“Listen, you big moron, I don’t know what you’re trying to pull but you know our deal. If one gets eaten, so does the other. Then and there. Not the next day.”
“Yeah but—”
“But nothing. You still want your camera back, don’t you?”
Panic flooded Meredith’s insides. “Yes.”
“Well, if you don’t get your mouth down here and get to work in the next sixty seconds, you’ll never see your fucking camera again. I’ll sell those photos of Dr. Jack myself and make a bundle. I’ll be living the life of luxury in that mansion in Beverly Hills we dreamed about. But it won’t be you I’ll be fucking. No, Ricky, it’ll be my personal harem made up of our sexy pool boy, the hunky gardener, my personal butler and the muscular chauffeur instead.”
Bitch. Cruel, heartless, selfish little bitch.
Meredith couldn’t believe that she’d been making excuses for the girl and feeling sorry for her just a few minutes ago. Clearly, she didn’t have a choice. Eat Alicia and get the camera or condemn Jack and Karyn to dire fates. She was fucked. As that bleak thought crossed her mind, the distinct sound of Dev’s fiendish laughter permeated her senses.
And then Dev’s voice followed. “Oh this ought to be good. I’ve got a batch of hot buttered popcorn in my lap and I’m ready to watch the show.”
“This is not funny, Dev!” Meredith spat.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Ricky?” Alicia slanted Meredith a look of confused irritation.
Another string of wicked cackles and then Dev’s annoying presence was gone. Alicia hadn’t seemed to hear anything and Meredith realized she was the only one who could hear Dev.
“Nothing. Okay, Alicia, we’ll do it your way but I want the camera first.”
Alicia cackled. “What? Are you saying you don’t trust me, Ricky?”
“Just give me the camera.”
“How do I know you won’t bolt?”
“You have my word.”
“And you expect me to trust you?”
“Yes. Now give me the camera so we can…so I can…”
“Eat my pretty pussy?” Alicia flapped her thighs open and closed.
Meredith expelled a weighty sigh. “Yes.”
Alicia popped up from her come-hither position and disappeared into the bedroom, returning a moment later with the camera. She set it on the coffee table and curled her lip into a half-grin. “It stays here until you finish. Then it’s all yours.”
Meredith nodded. “Deal.” As she eyed the camera she smiled. She wouldn’t have to stick her face in Alicia’s eager crotch after all! Hell, she was a big, strong muscle-bound man and Alicia was just a little slip of a thing—aside from the huge fake tits. While they were impressive, they weren’t much of a weapon. Meredith could overtake her easily. All she had to do was to grab the camera and yank out the film, exposing it to the light, and she’d be done with it.
Alicia stood arms akimbo, legs spread, looking down at Meredith. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
The heart in Ricky’s chest thumped like a bongo. In the next instant, Meredith leaped to her feet and made a dash for the camera. Alicia slapped her hands over it first and clutched it to her chest. With relative ease, save for the cat scratches from a wild Alicia, Meredith wrenched the came
ra out of her hands.
“You sonuvabitch. I knew you were lying to me, Ricky.” Alicia leapt up and clawed at Ricky’s hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking his head back. Then she sank her teeth into her boyfriend’s triceps. Meredith yowled in pain.
“I don’t expect you to understand this, Alicia, but I love Jack,” Meredith said, shaking her arm to dislodge the hellcat, “and I can’t let you hurt him. He doesn’t deserve it.”
“You what?!” Alicia gasped, flipped herself around, landing in front of Meredith and then she punched Meredith hard in the gut, eliciting a loud, masculine ooph from Ricky’s lungs. “That’s for not telling me you’re gay, Ricky—and for cheating on me. I hope you like the way McKenna sucks your dick, because I sure as hell won’t be doing it again.”
The punch hurt like hell, knocking some of the wind out of her, but Meredith maintained her grip on the camera. She turned it over, searching for the little door where the film rested, wrestling with Alicia all the while. After Alicia jumped on her back Meredith finally realized that it was a digital camera. It took considerable effort to shrug Alicia off, and when she did, she gave the woman a shove, making Alicia topple backwards over the coffee table.
“You fuckin’ bastard,” Alicia growled as she scrambled up from the floor. “If I catch you, Ricky, so help me I’ll rip your balls off and feed them to the crows.”
Camera in hand, Meredith leapt over the piles of stolen merchandise and worked her way to the door of the apartment, racing out, down the stairs and out the door of the building without looking back.
She had probably run more than a block before she remembered that she was stark naked. It was all that swinging and flapping of that thing between her legs that finally clued her in.
Shit! Shit, shit, shit!
Already attracting the unwanted attention of gawkers and disrupting traffic, Meredith slipped into an alley and pressed herself into the shadows. She was breathing heavily but not nearly as much as if she’d been in her own body. Hell, if she’d been in her own body she’d probably be dead by now after barreling down all those flights of stairs and running like a race horse for a block nonstop.
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