A week in paradise.

You could think of a lot of bullies that could really fuck you stupid right now. They probably have cocks three times as big as Brian's or maybe more. They'd do a much better job of putting you in your place and fucking you so deep and dirty that you could never go back to being a boring old boi even if you did sober up and manage to keep it all a secret. You don't know why you feel like you NEED that right now. Maybe because being held by a sweet boi like Brian is a Hell of a lot scarier. You must be feeling brave, because you wriggle back against his embrace to snuggle harder and turn your head to kiss his cheek, cooing, "I'd love to stay over."

He smiles and kisses your forehead gently and then your brow and the tip of your nose and then chastely on your lips and down to your chin and down to your neck, "Oooh, baby..." you whimper wantingly as he kisses your nipple just as gingerly and keeps working his way down your body. You bite your bottom lip and writhe impatiently not wanting the tender teasing to end, but not sure where he is taking this. You expect him to stop before he gets too low, but he is already kissing your belly button and peeling down your panties. You feel strangely shy all of a sudden. It's one thing for you to kiss his cock, but you don't know if you feel worthy of him returning the favor.

Then he looks up at you with his arresting grey eyes, the ones that seem to change color if they catch the light right, and he says, "It's okay. Your cock is just a part of you...so it's beautiful." You feel like your heart just got a boner and then Brian wrap his pretty lips around your pecker and gives it a wet, warm, hungry kiss. He keeps frenching your clit and you buck your hips desperately until you shoot your sweet spurts onto his tongue. "Thee?" he asks, your cum dripping from his tongue, "beauthiful." and he shares your seed with you in an even hungrier harder kiss. And the day's just getting started...

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"Oh my God, Bri! It's like a candy store!" You twirl in his sister's, Brandi, closet. She was always so sexy and slutty...and scary, you always fantasized about getting into her panties, and now you can. It's not how you imagined it...it's so much better. You start with a slutty yellow cheerleader costume she wore one Halloween and a pair of blue bloomers with a peekaboo hole in the ass. You bounce out of the closet chanting, "Two! Four! Six! Eight! You don't need to masterbate! One! Two! Three! Floor! Just take your sissy on the floor!" Giggling giddily you tackle Brian and start kissing him ravenously and cuddling his cock with your comely cheeks, you ask alluringly, "Ever fantasize about fucking a cheerleader?"

Brian has you on all fours so fast your head spins He fucks you hard this time, paying back years of pent up fantasy and frustrations out on your ass. You grip his sister's silk sheets and bite the pillow, taking his punishing pounding, surprised he can put so much **** into his thrusts and gleefully getting into character, cheering him on as you climax around his cock. When he finally floods your cunt, he falls on top of you, kissing your neck and telling you how beautiful you are and how now instead of dreaming of Cindi at night, he's going to be dreaming of you.

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DING DONG

"Hai! I'm here with the Slut Scouts of America, and I'm trying to earn my cocksucking badge. Would you happen to know anyone who can help?" You chirp cheerfully, standing at Brian's front door in a low cut Girl Scouts uniform that just barely covers the top of your bare ass, showing off your borrowed buttplug.

You feel so exposed out here, yet somehow safe enough to stand out in front of God and everyone just to add to the fantasy. Maybe it's the copious amounts of weed you've both smoked, maybe it's your brain being fried by an overdose of orgasms and humiliating hedonism to the point it can't properly process fear. Maybe...but you think it has more to do with Brian's shy smile and wide, wonder filled eyes every time he sees a new costume change.

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"Oh my God, Ella. I don't think they make any more badges than what we just earned. Brian kisses the last of his load from your forehead and you quickly steal it back, licking his lips greedily. He groans gratefully and falls back on his bed while replace your plug so you can save all the cum you've collected in your cunt for a late night snack. You are lying naked next to your new bestie, feeling oddly insecure without a costume, worried he might not want to see you without the illusion of your girl gear once his post coital buzz wears off.

You start to stir, ready to find something to slip into when he pulls you back and starts to spoon you. "Where are you going, cutie? You don't need clothes to cuddle me. You don't need to wear panties to be my girl." He holds you close enough to feel his heartbeat...it's stronger than you would have guessed, and you're starting to realize that so is Brian. You close your eyes and cuddle back against him, feeling so comfy and cozy and ready to slip into a weed coma...

It's been a surprisingly magical day, but you can't help but wonder how long you can avoid asking the questions you don't want the answers to. Are you a girl or a boi? Are you gay now, or if you are a girl, does this mean you're straight? What if you still like girls? What if you still like bullies? Will Brian me man enough for you? Will he be girly enough? What happens when the week ends and you have to go back to the real world? All these questions and more nag you as you drift away, but they get lost in your druggy fog and smothered by Brian's warm embrace.

Eventually...

you...

fall...

asleep...