More Mirror Fun

You remain seated on the warm stone rim of the pool, still buried inside Mara as people move past in easy, unselfconscious nudity. The first mirror’s influence continues to shape the space between you. She is the one in control. You feel it in the way her hand rests possessively at the base of your cock and in the quiet readiness of your own body to follow her lead.

You take a breath and look up at her.

“Could the two of us go back and test the third mirror?”

Mara considers the question. Her hips give a slow, thoughtful roll that keeps you deep inside her. Around you the nude world continues its ordinary business. The portal back to the cellar shimmers faintly at the edge of the square.

“Yes,” she decides. “We will go back. I want to see what the last one does while the first glass is still working on us.”

She lifts off you with deliberate control, leaving your cock wet and hard in the open air. She takes your hand and leads you across the square toward the shimmer. You step through the portal together.

The transition is seamless. Sun-warmed flagstones become cool cellar stone. The open sky becomes low beams and candlelight. The second mirror firms back into an ordinary glass surface resting on the workbench. The first mirror lies beside it, its earlier influence still settled deep in both of you.

Mara picks up the third mirror without hesitation and holds it so both of you can see your reflections in the candlelight.

“Look with me.”

You obey. The glass shows the cellar and your naked bodies for a moment. Then the surface ripples.

The change is immediate and physical.

A heavy, concentrated heat blooms between your legs. Your cock shrinks rapidly, the shaft pulling inward as the head softens and withdraws. In its place a smooth, sensitive cleft forms. Soft outer lips take shape, already slightly parted. A small, highly responsive clit swells at the top. The transformation finishes in less than a minute. You stand in the candlelight with a fully formed pussy where your cock used to be. At the same time your chest softens and swells into a modest but clear pair of breasts, nipples tightening in the cool air. Your hips gain a subtle roundness. The overall effect is unmistakably female.

At the same moment Mara gasps. You look down. Her clit is swelling and lengthening in the opposite direction. A thick, heavy cock grows from her body, full and long, complete with a tight pair of balls beneath it. The shaft hardens as you watch, rising until it stands rigid against her lower stomach. Pre-cum already beads at the tip. Her breasts remain, but the new cock dominates her frame. She has become a hung stud in every way that matters.

The first mirror’s rule crashes into the new reality with full force.

You are now female. Under the first glass that makes you the dominant one. Mara now carries a thick cock, which under the same glass places her in the naturally submissive role. The shift in posture is instant and visible. Your shoulders settle with new confidence. Mara’s stance softens. Her eyes lower. The heavy cock between her legs twitches hard, already leaking, while her expression turns open and waiting.

The combination is immediate. Your new pussy clenches around nothing, already wet. Mara’s unfamiliar cock stands stiff and aching, the head flushed dark. She looks at it, then at you, and the submission settles over her like a second skin.

You step in close. The authority feels natural now. You reach down, wrap your fingers around her thick shaft, and give it a slow, testing stroke. Mara’s breath catches. Her hips push forward into your hand without permission, then still when you tighten your grip in quiet warning.

“On your knees,” you say.

She drops to the cool stone at once. The heavy cock bobs in front of her, hard and dripping. You keep your hand in her hair and look down at the hung stud the third mirror has made of her, now fully under the first mirror’s rule of female dominance.

The third mirror’s change will last only until orgasm, but neither of you is thinking that far ahead yet. The candlelight catches the wetness already shining between your new lips and the thick, rigid line of the cock Mara now carries for your use. Outside the high windows the October day continues, cool and distant. Inside the cellar the first and third mirrors have combined into something neither of you could have planned.

*You keep your hand in Mara’s hair and look down at the thick cock standing hard and leaking between her thighs. The first mirror has made your new female body the natural seat of authority. The third has given her the heavy shaft she now carries in open submission. She kneels on the cool stone, eyes lowered, waiting, her breath already uneven. Pre-cum drips in a clear string from the flushed head of her cock to the floor.

“You will please me,” you tell her. “That is all you are for right now. Your mouth, your cock, your whole body exists to make me come. Do you understand?”

She nods quickly, the motion making her heavy shaft bob and slap against her stomach. Another bead of pre-cum wells up and rolls down the underside. You release her hair and step back just far enough to sit on the edge of the sturdy chair, legs spread wide. Your new pussy is already soaked, the soft outer lips glossy and parted, the small clit swollen and standing out from its hood. The cool cellar air brushes against the wet flesh and makes you shiver once.

“Come here and put your mouth to work. I want to feel that tongue deep. I want you to drink every drop I give you.”

Mara crawls forward at once, knees scraping the stone. She presses her face between your thighs like she is starving for it. Her tongue drags through your folds in long, eager strokes, gathering the wetness already coating you. She seals her lips around your clit and sucks hard while her tongue flicks in rapid, precise circles. The heat of her mouth is intense. One of her hands stays braced on the floor for balance. The other wraps tightly around her own thick cock and strokes in desperate time with the motion of her mouth, but she never lets her own pleasure come first. Every sound she makes is muffled against your pussy, low and needy.

The first climax builds under her tongue like a rising wave. Your new sex clenches hard, then releases in a strong, wet pulse. Clear fluid squirts across her lips and chin in a sudden spray. Mara moans into you and keeps licking, mouth open to catch what she can, her own cock jumping hard in her fist. She does not stop or even slow down. The second wave follows almost immediately, forced out by the relentless suction of her mouth and the rapid flick of her tongue. Another hot jet of wetness sprays across her tongue and runs down her chin. She swallows greedily and presses closer, nose buried against your clit, tongue working even faster, determined to pull still more from you.

You rest one hand on the back of her head and fist your fingers in her hair, holding her exactly where you want her. “Again. Deeper. Keep going until I am finished with you. I want to soak that pretty face.”

She obeys with visible desperation. Her tongue pushes lower, thrusting into your entrance as far as it can go, then returns to your clit in tight, rapid circles that make your thighs tremble. The third orgasm hits while she is mid-stroke. Your legs clamp around her head as another strong squirt soaks her face from forehead to chin. She whimpers against your pussy, the sound full of raw need, and strokes her heavy cock faster, the wet sound of her fist filling the pauses between your moans. The fourth follows in a long, shuddering release that leaves her entire lower face dripping. Still she does not pull away. She licks through every aftershock, cleaning your folds only long enough to start building the next, her tongue never leaving your soaked flesh for more than a second.

You make her change position without letting her rest. “On your back. Legs spread wide. Hands under your knees. Present that cock and that mouth.”

Mara drops onto the stone at once, the impact jarring a fresh bead of pre-cum from her tip. She pulls her own legs back until her knees nearly touch the floor beside her shoulders, fully exposing the thick cock, the tight balls, and the eager mouth still shiny with your wetness. You straddle her chest facing her feet, lower your dripping pussy onto her waiting mouth, and reach forward to wrap both hands around her shaft. The skin is burning hot and slick. She licks upward into you with renewed urgency the moment your weight settles, tongue pushing deep while you stroke her from base to head in firm, twisting pulls.

The fifth climax tears through you while you are riding her face. A hard, heavy spray of fluid soaks her lips and runs down her cheeks in streams. She moans loudly into your pussy, the vibration traveling straight through your clit, and thrusts up into your fists with helpless little jerks. You do not let her finish. You slow your hands until they are barely moving and keep grinding down on her tongue until the sixth orgasm builds and breaks. Another full, forceful squirt leaves her gasping for air between your thighs, her chin and neck glistening. Her cock is dark purple at the head now, straining, continuously leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that runs over your fingers and down onto her stomach.

You lift off her mouth just long enough to turn around and sink your new pussy down onto her thick cock in one long, steady motion. The stretch is intense and perfect. She fills you completely, the head pushing deep enough to make your breath catch. Mara’s hands fly to your hips on instinct, then freeze the moment you pin her wrists to the floor with your own hands.

“Stay still. You do not thrust. You only take what I give. That cock belongs to my pussy right now.”

You begin to ride her. Slow at first, feeling every ridge and vein as you rise and fall, then harder, using her cock exactly as you want. Each downward stroke forces a wet, filthy sound from your joined bodies. Your juices run down her shaft and soak her balls. Mara’s face is tight with the effort of holding back. Her need to please you keeps her hips locked flat to the stone even as her cock throbs and twitches inside you like a second heartbeat. The seventh orgasm hits while you are fully seated, grinding your clit against the base of her shaft. Your pussy clamps hard around her and squirts along the root, soaking her stomach in a warm flood. She cries out but still does not move without permission, her wrists straining under your hands.

You lean forward, brace your palms on her shoulders, and fuck yourself on her cock with short, sharp, punishing strokes. The wet slap of your body meeting hers fills the cellar. The eighth climax is louder and wetter than the ones before. Fluid sprays across her skin with every hard pulse of your walls, running down her sides to the stone. Mara’s eyes are glassy, almost unfocused. Her thick cock jerks inside you with every squeeze, the head flaring deep. You reach back with one hand, cup her tight, drawn-up balls, and squeeze them in time with your movements, rolling them firmly in your palm. The ninth orgasm builds under that added pressure and breaks in a long, shaking release that leaves both of you slick and dripping. Your thighs tremble. Her cock feels even harder, even thicker, as if the denial is swelling her further.

You are not finished. You rise until only the swollen head of her cock remains inside your fluttering entrance, pause there for a long breath while she whimpers, then drop down hard enough to force a shout from both of you. The tenth climax crashes through you while she is buried to the root. Your pussy contracts in strong, rhythmic, milking waves, squirting freely around her shaft in repeated hard jets until her stomach, her chest, and the stone beneath you are wet and shining. Mara’s entire body shakes with the effort of holding her own orgasm back. Her cock is still rigid, still pulsing, still completely at your service, the head flaring and leaking inside you with every aftershock that ripples through your walls.

You stay seated on her, catching your breath, feeling every helpless twitch of the thick shaft buried in your new sex. Your breasts rise and fall with each deep inhale. Mara lies beneath you, chest heaving, face and body marked by everything she has given. Strings of your wetness connect her lips to your pussy when you shift. The first mirror keeps her deeply submissive. The third keeps her hung and aching and ruined for anyone but you. Your female form remains the absolute seat of control.

The candle has burned very low, the flame flickering against the last of the wax. Outside the high windows the October day continues, cool and distant. Inside the cellar you remain astride the hung, obedient stud the mirrors have made of her, your body still fluttering and dripping around her cock, her wrists still pinned, her eyes still locked on your face in open, desperate need to please.