Show her a man's pleasure

“Maybe breakfast can wait…”

“Huh…?”

He sounded a little nervous but so excited as I lifted the tray away and set in on the desk in the corner.

“After all, I don’t think I can resist this either.”

I cooed, as I slid onto the bed and out of Heather’s robe. I could feel Rachel’s eyes on my breasts as they bounced free, all of Gareth’s lust dialing her appreciation higher as it made the new cock between her legs almost ache with how full it was.

More than kneeling in between his legs, Heather’s feet touching her ass, I felt the saliva in my mouth seem to flow as I looked at that cock now. It was so strange; before all of this I would never have found a cock attractive, but whether it was from the undeniably female hormones, the mind expanding, all encompassing desire of a skinwalker, or even just the ultra pervy deception of stealing a woman’s role in the bedroom, I certainly did now.

“Idatakimaaas~”

I giggled at my little joke, roleplaying in Heather’s typical weeb way, before I took the head of it in my mouth. Immediately, there was a twitch in Gareth’s legs and a sound of air being sucked through his teeth, as he was overwhelmed by the alien sensations.

It felt so hot in my mouth as I slid it deeper inside, Heather’s spit lubricating it a little. I pulled it deeper, gagging just a little before I pulled higher up the shaft.

Heather’s sucked dick before of course, but she was only getting in the groove of her slutty phase before I possessed her, her gag reflex isn’t totally trained away yet…

A tingle of erotic pleasure passed from my brain down my spine as I imagined being the one to train up her body, experienced everything behind her eyes as I made her skin well practiced in sexual pleasure.

“Uhmmmppfffff”

Satisfaction pulsed through me as I heard those masculine moans, Rachel being way too overwhelmed pleasure to stifle her voice. I pulled my plush lips off the shaft and smiled as I asked;

“Fu fu fu, does it really feel that good, baby?”

With a big smile on my face.

“Yesh… umm, yes…”

He could barely speak from even just that… how cute.

He’d said it so sheepishly too, before lust overwhelmed him and his hands found my head, almost guiding it back into position. I could feel my pussy getting so hot and slick between my legs, the situation and how badly he wanted me to continue getting me so wet. I licked along the shaft again and swirled my tongue on the grooves of the head, causing his cock to pulse a little with the sharpest moan yet.

One hand supported me while the other found its way down to Heather’s entrance, fingers pushing apart her pussy lips as they entered me, tight walls welcoming them with a blossom of rich female pleasure. Love juices dripped out onto the sheets and ran in small streams down my arm as I found my eyes scrunching together a little, enjoying all of this way too much as a big rush of serotonin blasted around my brain.

I could feel Gareth’s dick in my mouth seem to tighten a little, so I started moving faster, increasing the tightness of my lips and the intensity of how my tongue moved. Hearing the moans from Gareth’s mouth was like music to my ears as I let him fuck Heather’s mouth, before his cock started twitching, about to cum.

Abruptly, I pulled my mouth free of him, winking as his expression was pulled into his cum face, and all of his hot, sticky seed was pumped out. It blasted on my face and tits, the heat and texture of it immediately feeling so interesting on my soft skin, the drops moving just a little down my breasts with gravity as I sat up.

“Mhmm, you came so much!”

I found myself giggling, the perverted novelty of being covered in cum like this and knowing I’d been the one to let it out being so thrilling to me.

“That was insane, holy fuck…”

He was breathing fast, pupils dilated with pleasure, an almost flushed look on his face.

Cumming as a guy for the first time… I wonder if it’s as good for a girl as experiencing a woman’s orgasm was for me?

“Now, it might be a little cold, but you’re going to need your strength!”

I set the food back on his lap, which he greedily accepted and began wolfing down. Sounds of satisfaction dialed my good mood even higher as I wandered over to the mirror, loving my reflection. My long, pink hair was a little messy, my own eyes looking dilated too, nipples hard on succulent breasts.

The biggest change though, was the cum. A heavy load sat high on my breasts, some running down, it’s heat cooling a little in the apartment air. Around the lips and on the cheeks of the face too… Heather really looked like she’d been defiled.

Mhmm, covered in cum… I’m such a slutty girl.

A part of my wondered how much her hundreds of thousands of followers might pay to see what I was getting for free; their internet idol looking so sexually used, and so full of satisfied lust. I let my finger run along my face and collected some of the cum up, sucking on it and enjoying it’s salty taste like a snack while I appreciated the view.

“Heather…”

The sounds of eating had stopped, and as I turned I could see he’d set the tray aside on the desk again as he approached, a look of almost fanatical hope being kept down only by the chemical relaxation that comes from a great orgasm.

“… you… you’re not really Heather, are you?”

“What do you mean, Gareth?”

I stressed his name, while I cocked my head to the side, a look as quizzical as it was innocent crossing my features.

There was a pause, nerves manifesting on his face, before a devilish grin corrupted mine with a laugh.

“Okay, okay! Don’t look so worried, Rachel. You got me.”

Gareth’s eyes went wide a little, gratitude flooding them as I peeled Heather’s face off and exposed my own.

“Skinwalker! I knew it was you!”

He sounded so grateful as he said it, the gratitude like a lost lamb finding it’s shepherd. I wasn’t sure whether I should feel more a paternal affection for being greeted like this, or horror at Rachel’s predilection for Skinwalker worship.

“Alex! You can call me Alex! It feels weird being referred to as a Skinwalker.”

“Wait, you can’t mean…”

“Yes, I do!”

“There’s no way…”

“Yes, there is. I really am Alex. Not impersonating him. That’s who I really am.”

I looked at her with as honest an expression as I could, while I reached back and peeled open the back of her neck. She squealed a little at the immediate pain, before gasping at the rush of air as Gareth’s masculine visage flopped on his chest and Rachel’s true, goth girl face was revealed. Her make-up was a little smudged, but damn did she look good.

“But Alex is so boring…”

“Hey, you just never got to know me. I just inserted you into a guy’s skin and then sucked your dick while wearing your best friends body, both of us crossing gender lines. Nothing boring about that.”

She stopped as she processed the reality of what just happened, before we both burst out laughing.

“Okay, okay, Alex! I take it all back, there is no way a boring guy would do any of that. It’s just, you always looked so… normal! Sorry for judging a book by its cover.”

She said the last part sheepishly, maybe embarrassed a little by her prejudice. Rachel wasn’t uncommon in feeling as she had about me though, in the type of flashy, outsider groups she ran in, oftentimes the only stigma one could have would be to be a normie; anything wild was easily accepted, while the basic was rejected.

“Well, it’s okay…”

I took her hand as I guided her to the bed, both of us sitting down on its soft sheets. It was funny looking up at her and seeing her regular face while I had mine; normally she was shorter than me, but with her wearing Gareth’s body and me in Heather’s, the reverse was true.

“… after all, I guess I always did like to blend in before.”

My voice was a little quieter as I said it, contemplation infusing the words as I wondered. It was true that before all of this, I had always tried to just be one of the crowd. Average grades and an average face, normcore styles with a regular place in any social ranking. Maybe it had been the knowledge that I secretly had this fetish, the desire to take a girl’s body and live out all my fantasies in the guise of someone else, that had encouraged me to act so typical; hoping that if I appeared normal, maybe someday I would be.

Well… ever since Candida had changed me, all of that had gone out the window. Images of everything I’d done since flashed in my brain, even while I enjoyed the sensation of the drying cum of my breasts, and the soft sheets on my plush, womanly ass. The excitement, the rush of deception, a million different new sensations opening up to me, all that had just been in the last few days. A strange gratitude was forming in my heart, as a part of me began to think maybe this was the best thing to ever happen to me…

“So…”

Started Rachel, as I looked up and met her eyes, strange musings interrupted. She had a teasing look of affection as she ran her eyes up and down me,