The big-titted Amy

Guy, hesitating took a look at the bed. A wide skirt hid the underside from view. He looked over at Wendell, pushing together Kleo's tits in her bustier, pulling his shades down to the tip of his nose to see unobscured. He narrowed his eyes. "Handcuffs?" he asked.

"You'll just have to look and see. Won't you?" Wendell replied in Kleo's pitch, but his own style. He wasn't really sure how the girl normally spoke, and, so far, Guy hadn't commented on this. Guy pushed his shades back up the bridge of his nose into place.

"Hey, I got my limits. Ya know?" Guy said, and yet he leaned down to stuff an arm under the bed anyway. He fished around with a look of faint agitation, then, gripping something, his look changed to confusion. In a quick movement, he pulled out Amy. He'd gotten a grip of the deflated skin by the shoulder, and looked at the thing in puzzlement. The blonde, feathered hair hanging down, and tight bodysuit with cat-tail, were the two clues that, after a few moments, made Guy say, "Amy!? What the hell is this?" He tossed the thing out into the middle of the floor away from him like it was on fire.

"It's Amy. You wanna try her out?"

With a look of shock, disgust and confusion, Guy, simply asked, "Wh-What?"

"You put that on, and you get to be Amy for a night. All her sensations and feelings. Her tits," Wendell said bending low to show off Kleo's cleavage, "her pussy," he leaned back to pull the the thong right up as tight as it could go between Kleo's lips, "are all yours to play with. Those screaming orgasms? Imagine feeling that: pleasure so intense you scream."

"Kleo...this is-I don't know. What?"

"Lesbian sex Guy, hell of an experience."

I hope! If he bites I'll get to find out in a minute, and then he'll get his much deserved payback.

"Kleo, what happens to Amy though?"

"She goes back to normal after. Come on Guy, let's have some fun."

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Wendell, in Kleo, stood behind Amy in the mirror massaging the girl's heavy, natural breasts. Wendell eyed the curvy girl in the mirror from her styled blonde hair down to her short kempt pubic hair. Soft whimpers escaped Amy's mouth as Guy experienced his first taste of pleasure. It had taken a bit of convincing, a little touching, and Wendell had even had to help Guy put on Amy, but now that he was in, it was clear he wouldn't want to stop. Wendell, still himself very inexperienced, took a great deal of delight in Amy's soft, supple juggs and her faint moaning. "God, this feels...so good. Does it always feel like this?" Guy said softly studying himself in the mirror.

Hmm...Didn't get to have anyone else grope Stacy's...

"Help me get this off," Wendell commanded and turned around the show the back of the bustier to Guy. Guy complied impatiently, struggling with the hooks before the thing eventually fell totally loose. Wendell threw the thing onto the floor, and whipped back around the waiting Guy in the body of Amy. Looking at Amy's sizable areola capped with her erect nipples, Wendell gripped her shoulder's and stuck out his own exposed chest. Lining up both of their sets of breasts as best he could, he pushed the two bodies together. Getting the sensation of Amy's warm tits pressing against his own, and the excellent view of it, forced a quiet, "awesome" out his mouth. He looked up from the four tits pressed together and into Amy's eyes. Guy held her face in a mix of arousal and anticipation. Wendell looked from her eye's, down across the bridge of her petite nose, and finally rested on her pouty lips. Wendell lowered one of his arms from Amy's shoulders and down to grip her waist, and then put the other behind her neck. He pulled Guy in and started to make out with him, which normally would've been unconcievable, but, in the two sexy women's bodies, was now irresistible.

Wendell, had not had much practice at making out, but with a firm squeezing of Amy's ass and a gentle hold on the back of her neck, Guy seemed content to let him explore every milimeter of Amy's mouth with his tongue. This went on for a couple of minutes until Wendell, in order to get a better stance, put one his legs inbetween Amy's, and her pussy rested on his thigh. The lube leaking out her and onto his thigh, made him, without hesitation or thought, let go of Amy's ass and reach around to her front. He put just enough space between them to start feeling around for her clit like he'd done with Stacy. Unable to feel her sensations, this took a bit, but once he did, he knew beyond a doubt, because it caused Guy's mouth to hang open, involuntary moans to esacape his mouth, and his posture to slouch in ecstacy.

"Holy....fuck..." Guy breathed. Wendell, remembering his own two experiences, was aware of his own damp pussy, and started pulling Guy over onto the bed. Guy, lost in pleasure, offered no resistance at all when Wendell put Guy's back to the bed, and pushed him over onto it. Wendell watched and heard the girl's gigantic boobs, lagging behind the rest of her, flop into postition with a springy, fluid motion. Standing over Guy, who gripped the bed sheets with his fingers and bit his lower lip, Wendell impatiently pulled off Kleo's thong and cast the thing away without looking. Squeezing Kleo's breasts and looking at Amy's pussy, he pondered how best to do this.

They usually just grind in the videotapes, but first I need to show Guy something.

With that he threw himself on the bed and straddled Amy's left thigh. Spreading the girl's pussy open with his left hand, he coarsely jammed the two middle fingers of his right hand inside her, giving Guy a taste of what he'd felt before. Guy let out a high grunt, and started writhing as Wendell wiggled his fingers inside. He ripped his fingers away and placed them up on Amy's lips. "Open up," he commanded. Guy opened and before he even got halfway, Wendell shoved the lube covered fingers in his mouth so deep he gagged. "That's how you taste." he explained this while taking out his fingers, and giving Amy's cheek a couple of playful taps. With the tapping, a few memories of Guy came flooding in to Wendell's mind. He thought all the party invites, of the friendly jabs, and then the tricks, jests and pranks he'd been the victim of. With this he gave a much firmer, hard smack to Guy's cheek.

"OH! Mmmm...oooohhh," the face of surprise, minor pain, and ecstacy coming from Guy, pushed Wendell into an almost involuntary frenzy. Without even thinking, he was wrenching up Amy's right leg with his left arm and putting her heel on his shoulder near the collar bone. Repostioning his pussy on top of her's, He began grinding the two together, and after a many fumbled grinds, got into a postion where he could feel his clit getting stimulated. The view of Amy's tits jiggling with each grind made him reach out with his right hand and grab her nipple hard, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. "OW! Fu-yes," Guy exhaled, closing his eyes. He did the same to other nipple, feeling Guy tense.

"You like that?" Wendell asked. Guy said nothing, merely moaned with his eyes closed. Wendell reared back his hand, and gave Amy's right tit an aggressive smack. "DO. YOU. LIKE. THAT?" He yelled.

"UGH...Ye-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes I like it," Guy said.

With an envigorating sense of power, Wendell started grinding Kleo's clit into Amy's desperate to orgasm. "ASK ME!" he spat at Guy.

"What?" Guy was drooling with eyes closed and resting his cheek on the crumpled, wrinkled bedsheets.

"Ask me to slap you. BEG ME!"

Guy turned his face, opening his eyes halfway in passion, breathing in hard fits, and looked up to Kleo's red hair wildly shaking with each thrust Wendell made. "Hit...me.." Guy said softly.

"SAY 'PLEASE'!" Wendell demanded through clenched teeth.

"I-ohh-urgh...just..." Guy began softly in the faint high pitch of Amy's voice, but the came to a shout, "FUCK. HIT ME PLEASE!"

With the affirmation giving him a fervor he'd never felt before, Wendell delivered a slap that left Amy's cheek red, and forced a grunt out her mouth. He could feel the rising climax coming on, and he shouted, "YOU LITTLE FUCKING SLUT!" He orgasmed, shaking and pulsating ontop of Guy.

"Yes, yess, YESS, I AM A FUCKING SLUT!" Guy shouted, rising in tone. Wendell wasn't sure if Guy was climaxing, until he saw Amy's hand come up and Guy cover her mouth, desperate to stifle the screams that were coming out. With a slowing pace, and deep hard breaths, both of them came to a stand still. Guy removed his hand from his mouth; Wendell dropped Amy's leg.

"Whew...hooo....ohh....mmm... Did I just say I was a slut?" Guy asked.

"You sure did. You screamed it as loud as you could!" Wendell said in delight.

"Oh my god." Guy said, covering up Amy's eyes with a hand. He pulled the hand away and started jesturing in a shaking movement with his fingers spread, "This is fucking insane. Why the hell did I let you do this? It's fucked."

"You were horny, and it was amazing!" Wendell replied, but Guy continued without acknowledgement.

"I don't know how you did it, and I don't what the hell this means. And we only met like two days ago, I don't even really know you."

Is that so?

"Guy," Wendell said reaching up to the back of Kleo's neck, "you know me a lot better than you think." He pulled away Kleo's face and left it dangling between her breasts. A wide-eyed Guy, lay stunned.

"WENDELL?" was the only reply he could muster.