A Witch's Tale Pt. 01

A 'gender' change for the better?

The concept of this story has been rattling around in my noggin for a couple months, so it took a while to figure out how to execute it. As always, I welcome your comments; let me know your thoughts regarding the story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

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Man, I was beat. It had been one hell of a week at work, but it was finally over as I waited for the elevator to arrive. The best part was I had 2 weeks off coming to me as I had a crap load of PTO hours to use up and HR told me I had to take some of it now, so I agreed to taking two weeks.

Anyway, I anxiously awaited the elevator, which seemed awfully slow today. Maybe it was just me. Our offices were the entire 14th floor of our building, a 20-story building with offices on all floors except the first which had a bank, a trendy eatery, and a newspaper stand.

Finally, a ding, and the elevator doors opened. As slow as it was, I expected it to be crowded, but there was just a lone woman inside. I smiled as I got on. I went to press 1 for the street level, but it was already lit. I checked out the woman in the reflection of the stainless-steel interior wall; she was absolutely gorgeous. About 5' 7" to my 5' 11", a nice figure, well dressed in casual Friday office wear, shoulder length blonde hair and nice legs based on the slim contour of her jeans.

"Does the elevator seem slow to you today," she asked?

"Yes, I thought so when I was waiting for it, but I figured it was because I was excited about taking some time off work."

Suddenly the elevator stopped - the last light I saw for a floor was 7, the doors didn't open, but the interior lights were on, so I assumed it wasn't a power failure. It seemed we were stuck between floors. When nothing happened for several minutes, I used the telephone in the elevator to call for assistance.

The guy who answered at the building management company said he could see us on the elevator camera, and told us not to panic, that he would contact the elevator service company. I asked if he thought it would be very long for them to arrive, but he didn't know but if it was going to be too long, he would contact the fire department to get us out.

Hanging up the phone, I turned and explained the situation to the woman in the elevator with me. We both waved at the security camera in the ceiling.

Sticking out her hand, she said, "my name is Jamie."

I shook her hand, "Robert, well Bob, that's what my friends call me."

I sat on the floor and Jamie joined me sitting, leaning against the wall. We chatted for a good long while as we waited for rescue. All sorts of topics, from the weather to sports. Jamie seemed to really know a lot about baseball. She was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a button-down blouse with a collar. We joked about it being casual Friday as I was similarly dressed in jeans and a polo shirt.

Anyway, after about an hour or so, the elevator began moving, first up for a split second then down, eventually arriving at the 1st floor. The elevator repair tech greeted us when the doors opened, and we both thanked him for the rescue.

We were about to go our separate ways when Jamie asked me if I'd like to go to dinner with her.

"Yeah, that would be really nice." We went to a pub that she said had great food. I've never been there but heard people in the office talking about it. We had a nice meal together, some great conversation, and even a couple of kisses. I had a few dates over the years since I moved to town, but I never did all that great with the ladies. I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't the most experienced guy either.

After we finished dinner and paid the tab, we were walking out the front door when Jamie asked, "do you live nearby?"

"I do," I said, "I have an apartment up the way; in fact, it's just 3 blocks away."

"I'm really enjoying our evening, and it would be a shame for it to end so soon," she said.

"I don't have much to offer in the way of drinks; I have beer, some diet Coke, or coffee, but you're welcome to whatever refreshments I have to offer."

"Well, let's go then."

We walked to my apartment building; about halfway there Jamie took my hand in hers. When we got to my building, we took the stairs since I lived on the 3rd floor; we both felt jinxed to take the elevator. Once inside my apartment, Jamie grabbed me and spun me around pulling me into a kiss. Soon we were on the sofa making out like school kids.

Jamie began undressing me, and soon it was a tornado of clothing flying around the room as we undressed each other. "Take me to bed," Jamie said. "I want you." Looking at Jamie for a moment admiring her body, she was gorgeous. Smooth skin, a slim waist, perhaps c-cup boobs and a shaved pussy.

Having never had anything like this happen to me before I was in a daze as she took my hand and helped me to stand. We headed down the hall to the bedroom where Jamie pushed me back on the bed. We cuddled and kissed for a bit; soon Jamie straddled my hips and slipped my cock into her sopping wet pussy. 'Fuck this feels good' I remember thinking. Jamie was bouncing up and down on my 5" cock and seemed to really be getting excited about it as she went faster and faster until I climaxed in her pussy.

That was the last thing I remembered until morning. When I woke up, I felt strange. Jamie was nowhere to be seen, but there was a note on the bed next to me. Reading it left me bewildered.

It read, "I'm sorry to do this to you, but it was my next to last day. This is a long explanation so be patient. From what I was told, it goes back generations. I don't know all the details, but apparently a witch put a curse on a guy who cheated on her and spurned her good will. You see over the next 365 days, you must have a man cum in your mouth, ass, or pussy, any of those three orifices will do. You will need to accomplish this 100 times in those 365 days and when you reach 100, you will pass the curse along to that man and so on. In the curse, the person has only 3 ways to end the curse; one, to pass it along to another person, or two, to get pregnant and remain a woman the rest of your life."

"The third other option, as I was told, is if you don't complete the task within the 365-day window, regardless of pregnancy, you will remain a woman for the rest of your life. From what I was told, you cannot have the men ejaculate into a condom or pull out and ejaculate on your skin - these won't count toward the goal. So, STDs and AIDs are always a concern, so you need to pick your partners carefully. Obviously, you can make a complete whore of yourself and go to an active Adult Bookstore with glory holes and you can resolve this in a few weeks or so."

The note continued on the reverse side of the page. "The thing you need to be strategic about is partner number 100. You need to make sure you are in a position to have men's clothes available because you will not fit into your women's clothes when you switch back; and obviously you wouldn't want the transition to occur in public."

"If you need a job, my position on the 17th floor at Dewey, Cheetum, and Howe will be available starting Monday as I am not going back. The position pays really well. I was an administrative assistant to Ms. Howe. Be careful as she is quite handsy, and while I've had some tremendous orgasms by her mouth, and she taught me how to pleasure a woman, none of that counts toward your goal of getting your life back. Like I said, I'm really sorry to have done this to you. You are such a nice man, and I liked you, but I wanted my old life back, such as it is. I hope you don't mind; I borrowed some of your clothes and I left you mine - I think they will fit. I also left you $500 to help you start a new wardrobe." It was signed "James." In the PS, he included information on getting a fake ID and Driver's License from a local character, probably an unsavory character, and a reminder to get tampons in the next three weeks as I will need them sometime in week 4.

Still bewildered and in a daze, and I needed to pee so badly, I took the letter with me into the bathroom, lifted the lid and toilet seat, and started to re-read it as I started to pee. Urine was splashing everywhere, and I was like, 'what the hell is going on.' I clenched to stop peeing, and turned to the vanity to get a washcloth to clean myself up and screamed. Staring back at me in the mirror was a redheaded woman with shoulder length strawberry-blonde hair. She had b-cup, maybe smallish c-cup boobs with round pink areolas and a big bush of red hair on her groin. She appeared to be about 5' 6" or there-abouts. Shocked, I reached down, 'where the hell is my cock?' No cock, no ball sack, just the folds of a woman's pussy.

"Holy fuck," I muttered to out loud, not recognizing my voice, as I sat sown on the toilet. I almost fell in as I never put the seat back down. Scrambling to make things right I sat on the toilet seat for a minute before deciding this must be a dream. Pinching my left arm, "ouch," I said out loud as I realized I was wide awake. I re-read the letter twice more.

As I sat there, I released the clench on my bladder, peeing into the toilet. Setting the letter aside on the vanity, I climbed into the shower hoping to wash this all away. As I washed myself to get the pee off my legs, I accidentally stroked the soapy washcloth against my labia and clitoris sending a shock through my body. "Wow, what the hell was that," I muttered to myself.

After drying off, I got some paper towels from the kitchen and cleaned up the rest of the pee that sprayed on the floor and elsewhere in the bathroom. I returned to the bedroom and stared into the mirror on my dresser, "I guess this is real, but how can it be?"

I sat on my bed and started exploring my body. My breasts were very firm, and the nipples pointed up ever so slightly. As I ran my fingers over them the nipples extended out and became very hard, the areolas became puffy. My breasts tingled as I continued doing this and my groin area became very warm. Reaching down and touching my labia, it was very moist, and the lips themselves were getting puffy as well. I ran my finger over my clitoris, which itself was erect like a tiny penis, causing my body to shudder. I let out a small moan.

Continuing to touch my clitoris, my body tingled more and more, my breathing became erratic, and I was moaning like crazy, before finally crashing into my first orgasm as a woman. I plopped back on the bed arching my back and letting out a small cry as it hit me. It felt amazing. I stopped rubbing my clit and relaxed back into the bed as my breathing went back to normal. I couldn't resist though and had to touch myself again and in less than 30 seconds I climaxed again. "Holy fuck, that was incredible," I mumbled out loud. "How the hell do women get anything down all day. The feeling of cumming like that is awesome."

After dozing off for a little snooze, I decided I needed to see if the clothes that Jamie left would fit me. The bra cups were a little big, and I had to use the second catch of the three while she used the first one, so that told me I was just a bit smaller than her in the chest. The panties she had on were regular cotton panties and they were just a smidge loose as well but stayed up OK. Her jeans fit me OK, they weren't as tight as they were on her, but they were acceptable for me to go out in public wearing, as was her blouse.

I decided my first step had to be to go shopping for some additional clothes to wear. Taking off the Jeans and the top for a few minutes to note the size, as well as the size of the panty and bra, I got re-dressed and took the subway to the mall. I felt nervous at first, but no one really paid much attention to me as I suppose I looked like almost any other woman on the subway.

At the department store, I went through the women's clothing area selecting a few items, a dress, some jeans, a couple of tops, some underwear and I had the woman in lingerie measure me for a new bra. I told her I had lost some weight, and all my existing bras felt loose. I undressed in the fitting, removing my top and bra. She checked the bra size, then pulled out a measuring tape and took my measurements; she told me I lost almost an inch and was down just a little less than 1 cup size, so she had me try on a couple B-cup bras and a couple of C-cup bras that tended to run a bit small. Interestingly, the woman helping me told me I have very nice breasts as she cupped them over the bra checking the fit. I don't know if that is normal, but it started to get me aroused.

After selecting 3 bras, I paid for my purchases and fortunately the register allowed me to tap a credit card, so the employee never had an opportunity to see my name and I scribbled my signature of my first name a bit so it didn't draw any further attention. 'Woo,' I thought to myself, this was a little easier than I expected.'

As a man, I liked jogging to stay in shape, so I stopped at a sporting goods store to get some running clothes and a pair of running shoes; I knew my old ones would be way too big. Again, a tap of the credit card and a smudged signature got me on my way.

At home, I made myself a light dinner and later pleasured myself again while sitting on the sofa. My climax was even stronger than the one this morning and I cried out when I reached my peak. My hand was drenched with my own fluids, and I brought my hand to my mouth to smell and taste. Tasting myself for the first time excited me and I stuck my hand into my pussy and thrummed my clitoris with my thumb while massaging what I later figured out was my g-spot leading to another very satisfying orgasm.

The next morning, after a light breakfast, I showered, dressed and sat down at my PC to investigate dating sites. I wasn't sure how to go about this, but I needed to get the ball rolling on accomplishing this goal of taking 100 loads of cum into some port of my body in the 363 days I had left. After spending an hour browsing through various dating sites, I started looking into what is involved in having anal sex. I never had that privilege with a woman when I was a man, hell I had trouble even getting a woman to have sex with me. It felt like I was always in the friend zone.

After looking at several very instructive videos on NewTube, I browsed the Amazonian site and ordered a realistic looking dildo for me to practice giving head, a butt plug package with three different sizes to begin exploring my anus, an enema bulb for clean-out, and a bottle of lube. It will all be delivered tomorrow.

All that completed, I decided I needed to go for a run to clear my head. The more I looked at the dildo selection and whatnot, the more aroused I got; I simply couldn't sit there and play with my pussy all day, even if I could hardly believe I had one.

My favorite place to run was on an old rail-trail that had been converted for walkers, joggers & runners, and cyclists several years back. I put on my new jogging clothes, a spandex set of shorts and a top. I wasn't thinking of how much this would conform to my body when I bought it; probably reflecting on some of the similar style outfits I used to run in. This set really outlined my curves and my boobs. I decided to wrap a jacket around my waist tied by the sleeves, at least this looked like a skirt from behind and made my curves less noticeable.

Well, it is what it is, so out the door I went. I figured I would take it easy this first time since the shoes weren't broken in yet. So rather than outright running, I would jog some and walk some, Plus I needed to get a feel for how well this body was going to handle the running.

I took the bus over to the trail area. It was for an old railroad line that used to run into an industrial area in town decades ago, but now it was a nice blacktop pavement with very gentle slopes and curves - railroads hate steep slopes and tight curves. The bus dropped me off one-half block from the trail, and there was a small parking area with room for about 10-12 cars right next to the trail. It was still daylight, but the parking area was well lit, so I felt safe being there even though I would be jogging into a park-like setting of trees separating the trail from the neighboring houses and apartments, that cropped up after the industries went away.

I started by stretching a bit utilizing one of the locked bollards that block cars from driving onto the trail, and then began a lazy jog. There were the usual number of walkers, joggers and cyclists on the trail, so I was surprised when a runner came up next to me and bumped me off the trail into a closely wooded section of the surroundings.

He pushed me to the ground and really towered over me at this point. He was sleazy looking, almost greasy looking with slicked back hair and dirty clothes. "I don't want to hurt you, so if you take off your bottoms and let me have my fun, this will be over quickly. If you fight me, I'll hurt you."

I was shaking, terrified, wondering what I'd done to encourage this. "Come on lady, don't make this hard on yourself," he said, grabbing at the waistband of my pants trying to pull them down. I closed my eyes, expecting the inevitable when suddenly there was a loud cracking sound followed by a thud. I opened my eyes, and my assailant was on the ground next to me, stunned and struggling to get up.

Another man, a large good-looking man, very muscular, with dusty blonde hair, reached out his hand to help me up. In his other hand he had a cell phone. Of course, I could only hear one side of the conversation, "911, yeah, Firefighter Burns, badge 9772 here... Yes, I just subdued a possible rapist on the bike trail... yes, the woman, she appears to be OK, he hadn't actually gotten to the point of raping her yet.... Um we're off the east side of the trail about 1/2 mile north from Maple Street.... Yes, I'll stay with the woman until you arrive... about 3 minutes.... OK, you can send the EMT's but I think she is just shaken up.... No, the suspect isn't going anywhere.... Yes, I can hear the sirens now. Thank you for your help." He pressed the button disconnecting the call.

"Miss, are you OK? You aren't injured are you," he asked?

"No, I think I'm OK, nothing hurts at any rate," I replied. He stuck out a hand to help me up the small slope to the trail. Standing next to him he was about 6 or 8 taller than me. I looked at his face and he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

"Mike Burns," he said introducing himself, "I'm a firefighter here in town. I was jogging about 300 yards behind you when I saw him knock you off the trail. I got here as quickly as I could. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I think so. He really didn't get a chance to do anything. I might have a couple of bumps and bruises, nothing serious." Mike bent over and retrieved my lanyard that had my ID and my transit pass in the folder, handing it to me. "I'm Bobbie, by the way," not knowing what to say as my name, I couldn't say it was Robert.

"Here, don't lose this," he said, handing the lanyard to me. Just then, two bicycle cops showed up on the trail. They knew Mike and he knew them.

"Hey Mike, looks like you were in the right place at the right time. We've been trying to catch this guy for a couple of weeks." While they were cuffing the semi-conscious man, a police car pulled up as did the fire rescue team. It was like a family reunion as they all knew each other.

The police took my statement as well as Mike's. I told them my name was Roberta, Bobbie for short, and fortunately they didn't ask for my ID. All they could charge the man with at this point was assault and battery and attempted rape as he never even got my pants pulled down. However, they were certain based on descriptions from other victims that his DNA would match samples taken from fingernail scrapings and splashes of semen at prior crime scenes. The perpetrator always wore a condom, and this guy already had one on when the police searched him.

After the EMT's examined me, and the police took the suspect away, Mike asked me if he could give me a ride home. I tried to tell him I could take the bus, but he wouldn't hear of it. So, we walked down to the parking area, and he gave me a ride home in his Ford Explorer. I looked around the interior as I got in. "You said you're a firefighter," I asked, "this looks like a police vehicle."

"Yeah, it's a retired police vehicle that I got at the city auction. It was all I could afford after completing the fire academy," he almost sounded slightly offended.

"Well, I think it's really cool. I knew they auctioned them off, but I've never been in one before. It's neat." he smiled when he realized I wasn't being critical of his choices.

"So where to," he asked? I gave him my address. "Wait, that's my address too. You mean we live in the same building?"

"I haven't seen you there before. I'm on the third floor," I said.

"I'm on the tenth floor," he responded, "so I guess we're sort of neighbors. I just moved in about 3 weeks ago."

"I've been there almost 3 years now; well I should say my brother has been there almost 3 years; I'm just apartment-sitting while he is away." That was stupid, I almost screwed up, but it was the fastest thing I could think of as to why a woman lived in a guy's apartment; certainly, he would see the name on the mailbox in the lobby and on the apartment buzzer.

After pulling into the parking structure behind the building, we rode up in the elevator. Mike wanted to walk me to the apartment, but I assured him I could make it there by myself.

"Hey, I am going to make some pork stir fry for dinner. You've had a rough day and I'm sure there will be enough for the two of us. How about if I make you dinner tonight," Mike asked?

He was trying really hard to say he wanted to see me again without actually saying it. I remember doing the same thing on multiple occasions to girls I wanted to see again and getting shot down. So, I said, "yes, that would be nice. I need to shower first and put on different clothes. Can I bring anything?"

"Just yourself. I'm in apartment 1006. Is in say, 90-minutes, OK? I want to take a shower too?"

"90-minutes will be perfect. See you then."

He released the elevator door, and I walked down the hall to my apartment. After getting inside my apartment and closing the door, I slid down the door onto the floor. I felt moist between my legs, not from the run, but from what happened after, seeing and talking to this hunk of a man. I stuck my hand inside my spandex running shorts to confirm the moisture, touching my clitoris by accident and sending a shudder through my body. I pulled my hand out and held it to my nose. Talking out loud to myself, "What the fuck just happened? I'm wet from being around this hunky firefighter. Holy crap. Could he smell my pussy odor?"

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the shower, striping my running clothes off as I made my way there. I let the warm water run over my shoulders and allowed my hand to play with my pussy rapidly bringing me to a strong, almost knee buckling climax. "Fuck that was nice." Did I just say that out loud? I washed my pussy, trying to get the moisture and the odor rinsed away.

Stepping out of the shower to dry off, I noticed a decent sized bruise forming on my left hip and thigh where I hit the ground, otherwise I appeared to be fine. Nothing hurt, so that was good. I blew my hair dry giving it a bit of curl as I did that and used some deodorant on my pits. I put on a matching set of panties and bra that I bought earlier along with a light sundress. I didn't realize it when I bought them, but the panties were, I guess you could call them a half-thong.

At any rate it was time to head upstairs to have dinner with Mike. The only thing I had in the fridge to contribute was a 6 pack of Miller Lite. I rode the elevator up to the 10th floor and knocked on Mike's door just about 5 minutes late.

"Sorry, I'm late, I couldn't figure out what to wear," I said, presenting the 6 pack to Mike.

"Well, Bobbie, first off, you look amazing. And you didn't have to bring anything with you, I invited you, remember?"

"Yeah, but my mother taught me that a guest always offers their host a gift."

"Well thank you. Come in, come in. Sorry, I only have the essentials for furniture right now. I'm still working on my budget and getting some education loans paid off."

"You have a nice place here," I said entering his apartment, "The view is much better out your windows than from mine. My view is on the opposite side of the building, so I get the traffic below and the building across the street."

"I hope you're hungry, dinner will be ready in just a minute or two. Would you like something to drink? I have white wine if you don't want a beer."

"A beer will be fine, can I have a glass though, please?"

"Sure, coming right up. Please feel free to sit down. I hope you don't mind sitting on cushions on the floor oriental style and eating at the coffee table; I don't have a dining set. Or, if that sounds uncomfortable, we can sit on the sofa with our plates on our laps; your choice."

"I'm up for cushions on the floor," I replied, immediately taking a spot on one of the cushions.

Shortly, Mike brought in the beers, followed by a second trip with the pork stir fry on Jasmine rice. He cooked everything perfectly; the water chestnuts, the onion and peppers were still crunchy and the pork tender. It was an enjoyable meal with lots of conversation. It turned out that Mike was single, as was I. Of course, I didn't tell him of my situation and the witch's curse. I really enjoyed listening to Mike talk, his voice was deep and very melodic, it was almost hypnotizing in a way; or was it the two beers, who knows.

I helped him clean up and afterward we sat on the sofa still talking. At some point, I leaned over and kissed him. He seemed surprised, but not as much as I did inside. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that yet. It's too soon. I need to go." I stood up.

Mike stood up too. "No, it was fine. I liked it, I just wasn't expecting it." He took my hand and pulled me back toward him. I looked into his blue eyes and melted in his arms. Mike pulled me close and kissed me, his tongue pressing against my lips, I opened my mouth in surrender and allowed the invader in. I felt like liquid in his arms, I couldn't resist, and why would I want to, this was amazing.

Mike kissed me for several minutes, and I enjoyed every second of it. Then I felt his erection against my hip, and I knew I had to find the strength to stop. I pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss. Breathless, I said, "My god, you know how to kiss a woman. I want to continue, but I can't do this yet; it's too fast, too soon." There was only a slight bit of disappointment on his face, followed by understanding.

"You're right, we should get to know each other first; otherwise, I'm just being a bit more suave than that butthead on the trail today. Can I take you out sometime?"

"That would be nice, but you're on a tight budget; how about if I make you dinner? We can sit at a real dining table," I said teasing, "and I can reward you for knocking out that butthead on the trail. What is your work schedule like?"

"I work 4-days-on, 4-days-off, and we sleep at the firehouse when we're working. I start my 4-days-on tomorrow morning, so the earliest would be on Friday evening."

"Friday evening works fine for me if it's OK with you. Does 5:30 work for you? I'll make you a nice dinner, is there anything you don't eat?"

"Yeah, 5:30 sounds great. No big deal, but I'm on a higher protein and lower carbohydrate diet, so I'm not big on potatoes, pasta, or a lot of bread."

"Well, thanks for telling me, I'll adjust the menu accordingly," I said, easing my way toward the door. "I had a nice evening with you. I'm not trying to be a tease, because my body's saying stay, but it's just too soon."

"I had a nice time with you as well. And I don't think you are being a tease at all. We should get to know each other better, I agree with that."

"OK, see you Friday, um, I'm in 305" opening the door to leave. I wanted him so bad, I needed to get out of here.

"Um, that's the closet door," he said, chuckling. He came and opened the apartment door for me.

"Yeah, sorry, see you, um, Friday. Apartment 305." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and almost ran to the elevator.

As the elevator closed and I pushed 3, I could tell my panties were soaked. Why am I so turned on? It was just a kiss, but my god, it was a very nice kiss. I went into my apartment and got a glass of water and tried to relax. It was then I remembered I didn't check my mail for anything that needed attention and for my package that I was expecting. I started heading toward the door again and realized that it's Sunday - no mail and nothing was coming until tomorrow. Man, I was out of it, I couldn't think straight.

I went into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. Flipping the skirt of the sundress up, I felt my panties, they were still extremely wet. Slipping my hand inside, I touched my labia, finding it to be very puffy and my clitoris as hard as a rock. Closing my eyes to see Mike in my memory, I touched my clitoris, and a huge spark shot through my body. I took some of the moisture from my pussy and rubbed my clit and in less than 2 or 3 minutes I was gone, over the edge into a quiet screaming orgasm that seemed even more intense than the ones I had previously.

Fuck, I thought to myself as I tried to catch my breath. It couldn't have been like this for any of the previous victims of this curse; why would they want to change back?

I dozed off for an hour or so, and it was dark outside when I awoke. I took off my clothes, washed off my pussy, and climbed back into bed to sleep. Waking up Monday morning I felt amazing, refreshed, relaxed, and ready for the day. I decided I needed to purchase a few more clothing items that I thought I might need, in addition to getting some make-up, lipstick and such.

I got dressed and went back out into the world, taking the subway downtown to one of the major department stores. I was hoping to get one of those make-up lessons I've seen them doing from time to time when I was a man. I bruised the make-up counters for several minutes when one of the make-up women came over to see if she could assist me.

"Yes, I desperately need some help. I grew up with a single dad," I lied, "so I didn't have anyone to teach me about make-up, and I always seem to pick the wrong color for my skin type and it always looks over-applied when I do it myself."

"Oh dear, well I can definitely help with that. Why haven't you come in sooner?"

"Well, to be honest, I usually go without make-up because I'm so bad at it; but there's this guy who is interested..."

"Say no more; we'll get you fixed up and teach you what you need to buy in colors that will flatter your skin and impress your beau."

For the next half hour, she went to work on my face and helped me look even more amazing. She complimented my skin condition and helped me select the right items to compliment my skin and hair color. $170.00 in make-up purchases later, and I was off to the women's apparel section. I selected a few nice casual dresses, along with a couple of office-wear type items so I could consider applying for that position at the law firm that Jamie recommended.

When I got back home, my package was there, and other than the phone bill, there was no other mail in the box. I took a minute to flip the name label over and changed it from Robert Singer to just R. Singer. I did the same on the buzzer button directory for my apartment.

Heading up to my apartment with full hands, I set the box down outside the door and fished out my key to open the door. After getting the door open, I pushed the box in and carried the rest into the living room of my small apartment. Leaving the box, and shutting the door behind me, I carried my clothing and make-up purchases into the bedroom.

Looking in my mirror, I admired the handiwork of the make-up specialist at the department store. I went into the bathroom to look at it there under the different lighting and realized I would need to do my make up in the bedroom until I get used to applying the right amount. Using my cell phone, I took a photo of myself and made a mental note to print it out to use as a reference guide for my future make-up 'adventures.'

Grabbing the box from the living room and taking it to the dining table I used a paring knife to open it. First out was the bottle of lube, it had been shipped in a separate plastic bag to prevent leakage from damaging the rest of the contents. Next was the enema bulb; I took a moment to read the instructions on the package - they seemed pretty clear, but I guess the proof will be in the use. Next out was the package of butt plugs. Three different sizes with the largest looking almost painful as it appeared to be wider than my cock was when I was a man.

Finally came the dildo. It was very life-like with veins ridged and a realistic looking helmet as the head. Comparing it to the butt plugs, it was smaller than the largest butt plug, but still slightly larger than the medium plug. Immediately I thought it would be a good tool for practicing giving head, and using in my vagina, and probably my ass once I got used to the girth.

I removed it from its packaging. Holding it in my hand, it was both soft and yielding, and yet rigid; cool to the touch but warmed nicely in my hand. I was completely fascinated by it. It was perhaps 8" long from tip to base, though I couldn't use all that as I would need to be able to grab the end to pull it back out. I brought it to my nose to smell it. It didn't smell like much, just a slight plastic or silicone smell to it. I touched it to my lips and tasted it with the tip of my tongue, nothing special about that either.

I walked into the kitchen and washed it with just a bit of dish soap and rinsed it really well. Handling it and staring at its features it was almost hypnotic. I brought it to my lips again and gently pushed it into my mouth. I pressed in until it started to make me gag and pulled it back out. I did it again and this time wrapped my hand around it at my lips once I started to gag. Pulling it back out, I was disappointed to find I only had less than ⅓ of the length in my mouth.

This was going to be harder than I thought. I didn't expect to be able to deep-throat it on the first try, but I thought I could get at least half into my mouth. As I tried a few more times, I noticed it bumped against my teeth and knew that wouldn't be good for a real partner.

Taking this relatively life-like plastic penis into the bedroom, I figured perhaps I could sit on the bed and practice using different angles while watching in the mirror to see what might work best. I practiced with it for perhaps 30 minutes, and I noticed something interesting, the more saliva I got on it, the less it caused me to gag. In fact, the gagging actually increased the amount of saliva and made it even wetter, downright sloppy even. In short order I was able to get well over half the length in my mouth and almost 3/4 before I started to gag uncontrollably. I guess vomiting on someone's cock would kill the buzz, so that was to be avoided.

I also noticed that after all this activity with the dildo in my mouth, I was extremely wet. Taking off my clothes and laying back on the bed, I felt my pussy and it was sopping wet. Somehow, I ended up with a pillow behind my shoulders and my head tilted back off the pillow. In this position, I got well past 3/4 when pushing the dildo in my mouth before I started to gag; in fact, it was far enough in that I had to pull it out some in order to get my breath. This made me even wetter, as I could feel my vaginal fluids leaking down into my ass crack and over my rose bud.

Trying to image what it was like to get fucked, I pulled the dildo out of my mouth and moved it to the entrance to my sex. I wasn't sure if I would have a Hyman, I certainly didn't feel one earlier when I was playing with myself and my g-spot, but perhaps it was in further, I just didn't know that much about a woman's anatomy.

Slipping just the tip into my vagina felt amazing, so I pushed a little further, and a little further. Not feeling any resistance other than along the walls of my vagina, I pushed it in as far as I could. Surprisingly it only went in less than 3/4 of the length. That surprised me that I could get more in my mouth and throat than in my vagina. I gave it a firm push, and I felt a sharp shock in my abdomen, not really pain. I did it again and felt the same nervous shock; hard to describe, not pain, but not pleasure either.

Pulling it out and trying again, the pleasure came from the walls of my vagina. It felt like they were stretching to accommodate the intruder. Once inside, I used a rolling motion on the base of the dildo which caused the tip to roll inside me, stretching me in very pleasurable ways. At this point, my clitoris was hard as a rock, and slightly swollen, along with my labia. I touched my clitoris gently and it felt like it was almost 1/2" long poking out between my pussy lips. Rolling my finger over it sent shivers through my body.

I teased my clit as I stroked the dildo in and out of my pussy. I decided I wanted to feel what it might be like to fuck the dildo hands free, so I put both of my pillows together and straddled them on my knees. I pushed the dildo inside me and set the base against the pillows; now, as I rode up and down the dildo would slip in and out of my wet pussy. I continued to tease my clit, edging myself. That's when I noticed my breasts for the first time; my nipples were erect, hard little nubs on my breasts and my areolas were getting very puffy too.

Pinching my nipples and rubbing them with saliva covered fingers felt incredible. It almost felt like I could climax, just playing with them. At any rate I started riding up and down again on the dildo and massaging my breast tissues. My body felt like I was floating on a cloud, everything felt like an erogenous zone and when I finally touched my clitoris again it took me less than a minute to explode, my hips pulsing and shaking as I fell forward. Suddenly it felt like I was peeing, I soaked everything, the pillows, the bed, everything. I collapsed forward, the dildo fell out of my ass, but I kept my fingers dancing over my clitoris and in what seemed like seconds I was cresting the wave into another orgasm.

Nearly exhausted, I forced myself to pull my hand away from my clitoris; I just lay there trying to catch my breath. My throat was dry, though I don't remember making a lot of noise, it felt slightly hoarse. I made a mental note to record my next orgasm on my phone so I could tell what sounds I make when I climax.

Forcing myself to get up, I put the dildo on the side and raised the top pillow to my nose to see if I did indeed pee. The pillow did not smell like urine and neither did the second pillow or the sheets. So, I'm not sure what the fluid was that I expelled, but I'm glad it wasn't urine. Standing on weak legs, I striped the bed, got dressed and took everything to the community laundry room on the basement level. I sat there pondering my future as the washer and dryer did their thing.

The week seemed to fly by and soon it was Thursday already. Planning a meal was going to be more complicated than I thought. I wanted to make a nice steak for Mike, but I didn't have a grill. I went to the local butcher shop a couple blocks over and told him of my dilemma.

He suggested the sirloin grilling-steaks, about 8 oz each. He told me to make them in my broiler oven. They were almost 2" thick and looked a lot like filet mignon, but he insisted they were sirloin, not quite as tender, but still delicious. He said to cook them for 7 minutes on the first side and for 6 minutes on the second for medium.

On the way home I stopped at the market and got some sugar-snap peas and salad fixings. Lastly, I stopped at the liquor store and got another six pack of beer. Back at home and with everything in the fridge, I went to the bedroom and selected what I wanted to wear on Friday evening. I selected a matching panty and bra combination. I only had flat shoes, so that would have to do, plus I didn't have time to learn how to walk in heels anyway.

I chose the nicest pair of jeans I owned and a rayon blouse. It wasn't much but it would have to do; I didn't want to wear the sundress again and the only other things I had were more in the office wear line for my job hunting that I planned for next week.

I undressed so I could take a shower. I needed to shave my pits and legs already. Looking at my naked body in the mirror, the one thing that really stood out was my huge hairy bush of red hair at my groin area. I decided to trim this back and perhaps shave the area around my labia.

Putting a fresh blade on my razor and grabbing some shaving cream, I stepped into the shower. I started with my pits before moving to my legs. I quickly realized the razor I used for my face before was woefully inadequate for what I was working on now; the skin was much too sensitive for a razor meant for a man's face. I would have to make do until I could get out to the store to get something suited for this type of thing. I decided to skip the big hairy mess on my groin area and simply trim it back with some scissors.

After shampooing, rinsing, washing and drying off, I came to the conclusion that I also needed to get a hair conditioner when I went to the store. My shampoo seemed to be drying my hair out too much, causing it to frizz.

I ate a light dinner, watched a little TV, and spent some time practicing a little with the make-up I bought. It looked OK, not as good as the make-up saleswoman did at the department store, but it wasn't terrible either. I just needed to tone down my efforts a little and I think it will look fine. And of course, the more practice I get, the better I will get at applying it.

I also spent some time online reading about depilatory creams, butt plugs, and anal sex in general. Getting out the lube and opening the package of butt plugs, I lubed my anus and lay on the bed while inserting the smallest plug into my behind. It took some getting used to when inserting it, but once it was in, there was no pain. I played with it for several minutes once I was comfortable and slid it in and out several times before getting brave and trying the medium sized plug.

I applied more lube to my butt and to the plug. Inserting it was more of a challenge, and there was a bit of pain associated with the stretching of my sphincter muscle before I finally got it in. Of course, once in, there was no pain. Having read online about leaving it inserted for some time to get used to the stretch, I walked around the apartment in my panties with the plug inserted. It wasn't a big deal until I went to sit down on the sofa and that was suddenly uncomfortable.

The other thing I noticed about wearing the butt plug was how wet it made me. After I managed to stand up once again, I went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. Feeling my quim, my panties were sopping wet. I eased the panties down and took my new friend, my dildo and slipped it into my wet pussy. The feeling was incredible, especially when I went in on an angle and the head of the dildo touched the butt plug through the tissues of my vagina and rectum.

After remembering what happened earlier with my exploding climax, I removed the dildo, carefully stood and grabbed some bath towels from the closet and placed them on the bed. I also set my phone up to record my sounds.

Lying on the towels, I slowly reinserted the dildo into my pussy and gently pushed on the end while I teased my clitoris. I could feel the orgasm building, but I wanted to make it last a bit longer this time, so I pulled my hand away from my clit and started applying pressure to both the dildo and the butt plug.

I pressed them in together for a bit, then pressed them in in an alternating fashion. I could feel the pressure building in my body though, and the climax was calling my name. Finally, when I couldn't take the teasing any more, I strummed my clit with three fingers while pressing on the butt plug with my other hand and erupted in a glorious orgasm that forced the dildo to squeeze out of my pussy, landing on the bed between my legs. It felt like I was screaming, but it is like the pressure in my head from the orgasm made me deaf during the climax. It will be interesting to hear the playback from the recording.

As I regained my breath, I got greedy and strummed my clitoris again and in seconds I climaxed for a second time, arching my back and crying out. Fluid gushed from me and onto the towels. "This is amazing. Can all women do this," I wondered to myself.

After I recovered from the orgasms, I grabbed the phone and listened to the playback. I could clearly hear my ragged breathing and when I climaxed, there was a strained cry that was audible, but not as loud as I feared. It was more subdued than it felt on the inside, at least until the second climax; that one was more pronounced. Audible and long, perhaps 10 or 12 seconds, but not so loud that the neighbors would hear. In both instances, you could hear me inhaling deeply after, gulping air, trying to catch my breath.

While lying there recovering, I took the dildo and stuck it in my mouth, licking my juices off of it. I shoved it in and out of my pussy a couple times before bringing it to my lips once again for a taste. Pulling my legs back toward my chest, I eased the butt plug out of my anus. There was a bit of poop on it, hence the reason one should clean out beforehand - I made a mental note for tomorrow just in case things were to get too playful. I needed to suck him or have him cum in my ass if we went that far as I did not want to get pregnant in my first month.

I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean my toys and rinse off in the shower. Then off to a very restful sleep. I had a weird dream that night - at least I think it was a dream. A beautiful dark-haired woman dressed in clothing from the 1920's was standing next to my bed asking me if I was falling in love. The question startled me, and I woke up shaking my head. It was 3:40, so I got up and peed before going back to sleep, waking up with the alarm at 7:30.

After eating a light breakfast, I ran out to the local pharmacy to investigate what depilatory cream products they had and if any were suitable for the nether regions. They had a product from Veet called Sensitive Gel Hair Remover. While there I bought conditioner and a pack of condoms - I'm not sure why because the entire point was to have the man cum inside me to end the curse - but if things got too frisky between us, I wasn't sure I could take a man in my ass yet, and I did not want to get pregnant either. So, since I wasn't aware of my exact cycle yet, I figured it was better safe than sorry tonight if things went that far.

When I got home, I went right to work on clearing away the majority of the hair down in coochie-land. I left a small strip above the folds of my labia, and I trimmed that patch with scissors so it was only 1/2" long. The rest went down the shower drain, with lots of water to make sure the drain didn't clog. I was amazed at how smooth everything felt when I was done.

I skipped lunch and just had a diet coke. After spending some time online looking for how best to prepare the sugar-snap peas, I decided on sautéing them in a bit of olive oil and set about getting the ends of the pods snipped in preparation for cooking later. I had two beer mugs, so I put them in the freezer so they would be frosty for drinking our beers later.

I went around the apartment and made sure everything was cleaned up, dusted, and presentable. I set the table, and made sure the only two matching forks and steak knives I owned were clean. Initially I was going to put candles on the table but then put them back because I thought it might be too much.

I looked at the clock and it was only 2:15, so I sat at the computer and read through some emails and FB posts. At 3:00 I went, and after reading the directions, used the enema bulb to clean myself out. It took three times before the water came out clear. I took another shower, this time making sure my hair was washed, and I used the conditioner to make sure it didn't frizz up.

Using the mirror in my bedroom I applied my makeup, making certain not to apply too much. It was close to the photo I had taken of myself when I came home from the department store, so I was immediately pleased with that. I put on deodorant and started dressing. The matching bra and panties fit perfectly. I had to lay on the bed to get the jeans on, but they really accentuated my butt. I put on the top and was pleased with how the light blue rayon blouse looked with the slightly darker blue of the stonewashed jeans.

Looking at the clock, it was only 4:30, so, an hour to go, but I wanted to be prepared in case he was early. I got the broiler pan out; I seasoned the steaks and set them on the broiler pan to come up to room temp - at least that's what the butcher told me to do. At 5 after 5, I made the salads and put them back in the fridge to keep cold. I put the only two dressing choices I had, Ranch or Italian, on the table. I put the small fry pan on the burner with a dollop of olive oil in it, so it was ready.

I was ready, at least I think I was. Yet I was still as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I had to sit down and think for a minute, why am I so nervous? Why do I want to impress this guy so much? No answer to my internal question. At 5:25 I turned on the broiler.

Promptly at 5:30 there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Mike there with a small bouquet of flowers. I invited him in, and he gave me a brief kiss on the cheek. 'Fuck, he looks hot,' I thought to myself. He only had jeans and a button down short sleeve shirt on, but to me he looked really hot.

"Thank you for the flowers, let's see if I can find something to put them in."

"Bobbie, you look amazing."

"Thanks, it's just an old pair of jeans and a top, nothing special," I said, trying not to blush. "Dinner's only going to take a few minutes to cook."

"How can I help," Mike asked?

"Go in the fridge and grab the two salads and set them on the table," I said as I rummaged for something tall enough for the bouquet. Finding a tall hurricane glass that I got when I was in New Orleans at Pat O'Briens, I stuffed the bouquet in that and filled it with water, then put it on the table. Mike smiled looking at the Pat O'Brien's Hurricane glass, but said nothing.

I turned on the burner for the fry pan and put the steaks in the broiler and set the timer for 7 minutes. "Another big help would be if you went in the freezer and got out the two mugs in there and poured us each a beer," I said with a nervous forcefulness.

"Aye, aye, captain," Mike replied.

"I'm sorry," I quickly responded, "I just want everything to be perfect."

"I'm sure it will be. It already smells good. I just don't know if it is dinner or your perfume."

"Must be dinner, I'm not wearing perfume," I chuckled in reply. The timer for the steak beeped and I turned the steaks over and set the timer for 6 minutes. I put the sugar-snap peas in the fry pan to sauté them as they would only take 4 minutes, giving them a stir a couple of times. Grabbing a serving bowl from the cabinet, I got a serving spoon out of the drawer and handed it to Mike. "Would you put this on the table please?"

With a minute left on the steaks, I put the sugar-snap peas in the serving bowl and handed them to Mike. "These go with the spoon I gave you earlier, if you don't mind."

The timer beeped and I pulled the steaks from the broiler, and making sure everything was off, I carried them to the dining table placing one on each plate with tongs, before returning the broiler pan to the stove top.

Walking back to the table, Mike was still standing. He took my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Everything looks great." He held my chair for me while I sat, then sat down at the other place. It was a 48" round table and I had originally set Mike opposite my seat, but while I was cooking, he moved the place setting, so he was to my left. He wanted to be closer to me, I guess.

"You didn't have to get filet mignon, you know."

"Actually, the butcher says they're sirloin. He told me how to cook them in the broiler; I hope they're good. I don't have A1 or Worcestershire, I hope that's OK," I said.

Mike cut into his steak and looked at the cross section. "The butcher gave you good advice. This steak is perfectly medium, and it is very tender."

I took a spoon of sugar-snap peas and placed them on my plate. Opening the Ranch dressing and poured some on my salad. Finally, I cut into my steak and took a bite. Mike was right, this was very tender and was indeed cooked perfectly.

"Umm, this is delicious," Mike said, "and the salad and sugar-snap peas are a perfect accompaniment."

"Thanks, I really wanted to make you a nice hero's dinner; after all you did save me from that asshole." I realized that was sort of crude, even if it was true. "Sorry about the language. The more I thought about it afterwards, the more I wished I kicked him in the nuts while he was laying there."

"Well, he was an asshole, you called it right, and he won't be talking for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"Apparently when I hit him, I broke his jaw. I saw one of the EMT's this week and he told me the ER doc jaw his wired shut." A huge smile spread across my face when Mike told me this. "By the way, if I didn't say it already, this dinner is awesome. Thank you."

After we finished enjoying dinner and me hearing Mike regale me with tales from the firehouse, we loaded the dishwasher, and I started it while Mike got us each another beer. We adjourned to the living room sofa to chat some more.

"I want to tell you I'm sorry," Mike said with sincerity, "I wasvery presumptuous the other day kissing you the way I did after someone tried to sexually assault you. I hope it didn't add to your trauma."

"No need to apologize. Believe t or not, your kisses made me feel comforted and safe."

"Well, I'm gonna ask this time. Is it OK if I kiss you again?"

My mind was creaming 'Oh fuck yeah! Kiss me please, make me melt in your arms', but the words came out as, "Yes, I'd like that a lot."

Mike moved a little closer and then pulled me the rest of the way to him. I closed my eyes as he kissed me. It was a very passionate kiss, with him gently sucking on my upper lip before probing my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth to give him access, and our tongues danced together. In seconds I was melting in his arms. This man knew how to kiss a woman.

I broke the kiss and pushed back to regain my breath. "How is it that you don't have a girlfriend already," I asked?

"I don't really know. I guess I've been so busy learning the ropes of being a firefighter and paying off my student loans that I didn't take time to meet anyone. I'd be happy if you wanted to apply for the role of girlfriend," he said, pulling me closer for another kiss.

He was very strong and an amazing kisser, and I felt myself surrendering to his kisses and melting into his arms. Picking me up at the waist with ease, he brought me in front of him, so I was straddling his lap without breaking the kiss. I'm not sure why I did it, but I started unbuttoning his shirt and caressing his muscular chest while he was kissing me.

There wasn't much room between us, but I was able to get my hands inside his shirt once the first several buttons were undone and teased his nipples. He moaned into my mouth as I did this. He moved his hands from my waist and cradled my butt cheeks giving them a gentle squeeze. I moaned into his mouth.

Picking me up again, he turned and laid me on the sofa. I spread my legs as he kneeled between them. All this time he never broke the kiss. I don't know if he could smell my arousal, but I was definitely getting wet.

Finally, he broke the kiss. I lay there breathless and aroused trying to understand why I was so turned on. Was it the two beers and my smaller body? Two beers never did this to me before. But it was more than that, I wanted this man; and I wanted him badly.

Mike took off his shirt. I stared at his body with wonder. He was built; strong, developed pecs, and a tight, though not 6-pack rippled, stomach, with well-muscled arms. Gently Mike started to unbutton my blouse. I leaned forward slightly so he could remove it, gently sliding it down off my shoulder as he caressed my arms while sliding the sleeves down them.

As I lay back on the sofa, he unclipped the front closure of the bra. No words were spoken, he just did it, tenderly and gently spreading the cups open, dragging his thumbs across my nipples as he did so. I felt his hot breath on my left nipple and then his tongue on my nipple as I closed my eyes, relishing in his touch. He sucked and bit my nipple teasing its bud out to its full extension. He kissed his way over to my other breast and teased it too, all while pinching my left nipple. I was moaning and caressing the back of his head, and it truly felt like I could climax if he had kept up those actions.

Instead, he began kissing his way down my belly until he got to the button of my jeans. I was lost, I didn't know what to do. I wanted him. Should I let him continue? Would it seem like I was a slut? Or if I stopped him, would it seem I was just being a tease? I continued stroking his hair while all this was going on and did not object when he unbuttoned my jeans and slid down the zipper. Spreading the waist of my jeans, he kissed his way to the top hem of my panty, before speaking the only words said since we started kissing, "I want to taste you."

Saying nothing, I lifted my hips allowing Mike to slide my jeans off my hips and down my legs. He slid off my shoes before removing the jeans from my legs. Kissing the top of my foot, he worked his way up my left leg kissing and licking my calf and thigh. Going back down to my other foot, he repeated the same steps all over again on my right leg after completely removing my jeans. My moans were very prominent now as he closed in on my panty clad pussy.

Initially, I thought he would pull my panty to the side or remove them completely, but instead he buried his face in the wet crotch of my panty simply kissing it and rubbing his face in my wet panty. After several minutes of this, he reached up and grabbed the hem, at which point I lifted my hips again and he slipped the panties off my hips and down my legs.

Once removed, he kissed his way up my thighs and finally buried his face in my quim. Kissing and sucking on my naked labia, I hissed because he was so close to my clitoris, and I was so close to exploding. Sticking his finger in my pussy, he began massaging my g-spot while he licked all around my pussy without touching my clitoris.

Knowing what happens when I masturbate rubbing my g-spot I had to warn him, "Mike, I get really messy when I cum. I mean really messy."

Mike turned me slightly, so my legs and butt were no longer on the sofa. He pushed my legs up over his shoulders and paused long enough to say, "So make my face a mess. We'll clean up afterwards." He immediately dragged his tongue over my clitoris and a shudder went through my body.

He did it again and "oh fuck," escaped my lips. He pulled my clitoris into his mouth and sucked on it. That was it, I went off like a firecracker thrusting my hips into his face as I cried out when the strongest climax of my life hit me. I grabbed his head and continued to buck my hips and arched my back. He held on for dear life I suppose never letting go of my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over it until I eventually collapsed back into the sofa.

Mike released my clit and started kissing the inside of my thighs as I tried to regain my composure. But before I could do anything else, he latched on to my clit again, sucking it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue as he continued massaging my g-spot. In seconds I climaxed again, crying out and bucking my hips against his face, squirting my climax all over his face. After several seconds (it felt like minutes) I pushed his head away and cried out "stop! I can't take any more." Meanwhile in my mind I was screaming, yes! I will take your last name! Any man that cam make me cum like that needs to be my husband.

Mike pulled his head away from my pussy but continued to gently massage my butt cheeks as they were still hanging off the edge of the sofa, his face covered in my climax. "I'm sorry, Mike, I tried to warn you," I said breathlessly.

"I'm not upset. To me this is a badge of honor. I made you climax by going down on you," he quietly replied, "you are the first woman who has climaxed from me going down on them."

"No freaking way," I almost shouted, shocked and surprised!

"Yes, I've only ever had two other tries at this, but neither girl climaxed. I haven't had that many girlfriends, like I was telling you earlier, I was more focused on my education and becoming a firefighter."

"Well, I haven't had a whole lot of experience either, but I've never felt anything like that before in my life." I pulled Mike close for a kiss, tasting myself in the fluids on his face. Again, it didn't smell like urine. I need to read about this and find out what this stuff is.

Mike wanted to clean up, so I directed him to the linen closet in the bathroom, where he went and got himself washed up and brought a warm washcloth for me. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa when he came back and as I wiped myself up a bit trying to avoid touching my clit, Mike went to the kitchen and returned with some paper towels to wipe up the small puddle on the floor.

When Mike came back into the room after throwing away the paper towels, I gave him a come-hither motion with my index finger and said, "come over here, Mike." He stood in front of me, and I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them and his boxer briefs to the floor in one motion. There, staring me in the face was a cock. I had expected that of course. What I didn't expect was how big and thick it was. It was firm and girthy, and about 3/4 hard. It was cut, about 6 1/2' or 7" long, and it was beautiful. It was nearly hairless, like his chest. While his legs and arms had very faint blonde hair, there was a small patch of the same type of hair above his cock, but his balls had almost none.

As Mike stood there, I reached out and cupped his ball sack in my hand and gently squeezed his cock with my other hand. Like I said it was girthy, I could barely get my thumb to touch my middle finger when wrapped around this gorgeous cock. It wasn't mean and purple like some of the cocks you see in porn movies. It was clean, almost alabaster white, with ridges for the blood vessels and a pronounced helmet at the head. I don't know a better word to describe it other than it was beautiful; and I had to have it.

Leaning forward I took it in my mouth. "You don't have to do this," Mike said gently.

Pulling back, I said, "I want to do this. I want to try giving you pleasure like you gave me. I don't have a lot of experience doing this, but I want to try."

I remembered from playing oral on my dildo that if I get a lot of saliva going, it is easier. I didn't think that would be a problem though, as I was salivating even before I took it in my mouth. I licked the length before swirling my tongue around the head. That caused Mike to shudder a bit. I did it again, and again I solicited a shudder from Mike. Taking the entire head in my mouth, I slid it to the back of my mouth, just barely triggering my gag reflex, but that helped make more saliva. Stroking his cock while I sucked on the head, I pushed it to the back of my mouth again, I went further down on his cock, again just barely triggering my gag reflex. Mike shuddered again and let out a long moan.

"It's been a long time for me," he said quietly, "I'm not going to last very long at the rate you're going."

I stopped long enough to say, "Don't hold back. Cum for me, cum in my mouth." As I quickly resumed stroking, sucking and bobbing on his cock. I too could tell he wasn't going to last much longer. His breathing was getting very ragged. To prove to myself that I could do it, I pushed my head all the way down on his cock until my nose touched his groin. It was just for a second, and I started to gag, but it was worth it as apparently Mike noticed too and cried out, "oh fuck, Bobbie, I'm gonna cum!"

I pulled back holding just the head in my mouth, clamping down on it with my lips as I sucked as hard as I could while stroking his length. Mike's cock blasted 4 or 5 good shots into my mouth as he cried out "ffuuucccckkkk!" At first, I didn't know what to do with it all, I had a mouth full of cum and hadn't thought about what I was going to do next. My mind screamed out, 'swallow it, dumbass, swallow it.' Forcing myself to do exactly that I swallowed.

Mike's cock continued to ooze a couple more weak spurts that I actually got to taste. It didn't taste like much of anything, just a bit salty and perhaps a little bit phlegmy, like when you have a cold accompanied by a bunch of postnasal drip. I eased his cock from my mouth licking the tip to every bit of his seed. Mike flinched and became very weak in the knees, quickly turning and sitting on the sofa next to me.

"My gawd, Bobbie, that was amazing. It's been a long time for me, I hope I didn't drown you."

I put my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him giving him a hug. He pulled my head up to his and kissed me. Exploring my mouth with his tongue. I slipped my hand back around the front of his body and noticed that his cock was still fairly hard. "Wow, do you think I can have some more of this," I asked, stroking his semi-hard cock?

"What did you have in mind?"

"Let me show you." I stood for just a brief second and straddled his thighs, pushing him back against the back cushions of the sofa. Reaching behind me, I took his semi-hard cock and lined it up with my pussy before sitting on it and feeling it slide into my pussy. WOW, even partially hard it stretched my pussy as it entered me. "Oh, yes, that's nice." I wiggled around on it letting my pussy get used to the girth. I could feel him getting harder and slightly longer as I wiggled on his cock.

While wiggling on his cock, the few hairs he had above it on his groin were tickling my clit. I began quietly moaning. "God, this feels nice," I croaked.

Mike was trying to thrust up, but in this position that was difficult. "Would it be alright to move this into the bedroom," Mike asked. I nodded my head yes and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Mike picked me up and stood all in the same motion. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was fully hard at this point and his cock was massaging the inside of my pussy quite nicely as we moved around.

On the way to the bedroom, Mike stopped to lean me up against the wall and thrust into me 5 or 6 times. 'Fuck me, this feels good. I could stay like this forever,' I thought to myself.

Suddenly time seemed to stop and behind Mike was the woman I saw in my dream, the one wearing clothing from the 1920's. The witch? "You're in love. You're not even trying to transfer the curse or get your old life back. Why?"

"I don't know. Tell me, is sex always this good for the woman? Was sex this good for you?"

"I can't speak for all women, but for me, yes it was. That is until he spurned me for another woman. Perhaps we're kindred spirits in that regard. But don't you want your old life back?"

"My old life wasn't all that great. I feel so alive as a woman; better than I ever felt as a man."

"Well, you know the terms of the curse. Protect yourself in case this is a one-time fling. Don't let any man break your heart like mine was broken."

With that she vanished, and time resumed with Mike thrusting into me a few more times, each thrust almost knocking the breath out of me as he plowed my quim, before carrying me the rest of the way to the bedroom and gently laying me on the bed. Mike pulled out of me as he laid me down.

"I don't have a condom with me," he said, "are you on birth control? I don't want to make you pregnant."

"No, I'm not," I said quietly, "I think there are some condoms in the drawer, but I don't know if they will fit."

Mike pulled them out and unwrapped one. I sat up at the edge of the bed and we tried to roll it down on his cock, but it tore when we stretched it too far. We tried another, with no success.

"If you promise to pull out and let me suck you once you get close, I'm willing to go without the condom. I know, that's dumb, but for some crazy reason I trust you."

"I promise to pull out. And I promise to get suitable condoms for next time."

"You want there to be a next time," I asked?

"Are you kidding, you're the nicest, the sexiest, the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I most definitely want to see you again. Hell, after I get a few more paychecks and get some of my bills paid I want to take you on vacation somewhere nice, out to nice dinners, down to the beach, to the movies, or even dancing - though I admit I dance like crap."

"I'd like that," I said blushing, "Now, stop talking and put that big cock of yours inside me." I scooted back up on the bed. Mike followed sliding between my spread legs. He kissed me passionately as he hunched his back a bit and slid his cock in my pussy. I moaned into his mouth. 'Fuck this feels amazing,' I thought to myself.

Mike started slowly thrusting, stretching me out again. He broke the kiss and began using his strong arms to hold up his weight as he thrust his manhood in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began rolling my hips up into his thrusts. Initially, I felt a wince of pain as the head of his cock hit my cervix, but as he stretched me more and more the taps on my cervix actually became a source of pleasure. Sort of like he was tapping on the door saying let fill you with my baby batter. 'Fuck, you have to stop thinking like that,' my mind screamed out.

Mike was thrusting harder and faster, and with me rolling my hips into his thrusts, my own climax was rapidly approaching. Mike was huffing and I was moaning on each thrust. Suddenly, I was there, arching my back and crying out as I orgasmed for the third time. I didn't feel Mike pull out but just as suddenly as I climaxed, Mike was stroking his cock and shooting his load all over my belly and tits, crying out "ffuuuccckkkk" through the length of his orgasm.

Mike collapsed onto my body smearing his seed between us. I wrapped my legs around his waist again and I could feel his soft cock laying against the swollen fold of my labia. I wrapped my arms around his neck with my head next to his. I kissed his ear, holding my head next to his, smiling like crazy as I enjoyed the bliss of a freshly fucked woman. Mike was still breathing hard, and I asked him if he was OK.

"Yeah, just catching my breath, that was quite a climax."

"Just lay here and relax then," I said, hugging his body. Having his body pressed to mine felt good, despite his weight.

After several minutes, Mike started to get up and said, "I've got to be smushing you, plus I've got to pee." I released him, and he went off to the bathroom. He came back with another warm washcloth to wipe up his drying seed from my body. I sat up and hugged him, pulling back to tenderly kiss him and asking, "I know it's early yet, but would you like to spend the night?"

"Yes, Bobbie, I would like that. I was hoping you weren't going to chase me off. I really want to spend time with you." I got up and took the washcloth with me to the bathroom and while there I peed. When I came back, I kissed Mike, and he grabbed me and pulled me across his body and began to spoon me.

I could feel his cock, growing against my butt crack. "Do you need to go again," I asked. He didn't answer, he just said "uumm" and snuggled me pulling me harder to his body. His cock was poking at my crack when I added, "Mike, I'm not opposed to anal sex, if you're interested, but we're going to have to do some preliminary stretching there with my dildo or a butt plug. I could never take you right away as thick as you are."

"How about if you just sit on my face and we do a 69 before we go to sleep?"

"Um, OK, if that is what you'd like to do." Mike rolled onto his back, and I switched ends and straddled his face. He was a lot taller than me, so I had to stretch to reach his cock with my mouth. Before I even got him in my mouth though, he pulled me back and began licking my anus, rimming me. He got me all wet with his saliva before shifting my position yet again so he could lick my clitoris. I was stroking his cock while this was going on and once he started licking my clit, I was finally able to start sucking on his cock.

As I started licking and bobbing on the head, he stuck his finger in my pussy, apparently to get it wet, because once it was, he started massaging my anus and slowly applying pressure to open me up. Sticking his finger in his mouth to make it wet with saliva, he pressed it against my anus once more and it went in. "Fuck," I hissed.

I continued bobbing on the head of his cock and stroking it as he started thrusting his finger in and out of my ass while licking my clitoris. After a short while, he pulled his finger out and apparently stuck two in his mouth before putting one back in my ass and pressing the second one slowly in as well. "Oh fuck," I hissed, leaning forward to take as much of his cock in my mouth as a distraction from the pain. 'I definitely need to work on getting that large butt plug in my ass if I'm ever going to take this cock there,' I thought to myself. Just two fingers and it's uncomfortable though the pain was helping me reach my climax sooner apparently.

"Mike, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop."

"Cum for me Bobbie. Don't hold back." With Mike thrusting two fingers in and out of my ass, and sucking on my clit, I didn't have any other choice but to cum.

"Of god, baby, I'm cumming, oh fuck, oh yeah, just like that, shhhiiitttt!" I came hard again, though I didn't squirt this time. I know from hearing the audio recording I made of myself that my climax only lasted 20 to 30 seconds, but this felt like several minutes. My body went rigid, my back arched to where I couldn't even reach Mike's cock anymore, fireworks were going off in my head, and I cried out an unintelligible cry as I peaked before collapsing onto Mike's body. He slipped his fingers from my ass. "Oh gawd, Mike, that was a strong climax. I don't know if I can finish you. If you want to fuck me again, you can, but you must pull out. Please, don't knock me up."

Mike picked my exhausted rag-doll body up and moved me to the edge of the bed. He stood on the floor and pushed my legs up on his shoulders as he entered me. "Fuck, that feels good," I moaned. He started slowly but rapidly built up the tempo - in and out, in and out, at times pulling all the way out before thrusting into the hilt. I'm sure after cumming twice already he was going to last quite a while. The stretching and the withdrawal, leaving me empty for a second before the stretch again was bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm. Mike was getting close too as he was grunting quite a bit, breathing hard, and sweating like crazy.

I reached down to rub my clit, and Mike hit the peak of his thrusting speed as I climaxed for a 5th time. This time was more subdued, but the clamping action of my vagina as I climaxed was the final thing that pushed Mike over the edge. At the last second he pulled out of me and shot his load all over my tits and face. I decided right then and there that we definitely need condoms that fit Mike because I don't know how long I can have him keep pulling out. I think this time he almost didn't make it.

At any rate, he collapsed on the bed next to me. Amazingly he kissed me and started licking his cum from my face; some of it he ate, and some he fed to me. After we recovered somewhat, we rinsed off in the shower before climbing into bed to sleep. Mike cuddled and kissed me as we snuggled. My breathing became slow and regular, and I believe he thought maybe I had dozed off. Quietly he said, "I love you Bobbie Singer," before rolling over and dozing off himself.

In my dream I saw the witch again. Funny thing is, she never looked like a witch, at least not like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz. She just looked like a woman from the 1920's; and she was beautiful. "Be careful," she said, "you would have gotten pregnant tonight if he stayed inside you 2 more seconds."

In my dream I replied, "he said he loves me. I don't know why or how; he hardly knows anything about me."

"Honey, he doesn't know you at all. Do you think he would stay if he knew you used to be a man?" I couldn't answer or at least didn't know how to answer. It was at this point that the dream faded. I slept well the rest of the night, waking up completely refreshed as the sunlight started peeking through the blinds.