A loud squeal of some kind suddenly woke you from your slumber, jolting you upright on the sofa where you'd (obviously) fallen asleep from a mixture of **** and exhaustion from the previous days events. "Wuh...what?" you mumbled, feeling rather fuzzy as you gazed around the room, still half asleep, trying to work out what the hell that noise was. Though the living room was still filled with evidence of your night of feasting and drinking (dirty plates and empty glasses laying about the place) you couldn't actually see Randall anywhere in sight, figuring that perhaps he must have gone to bed while you'd been asleep.
Sitting up and rubbing at your head, those margaritas still having some effect, you let out a yawn and looked down at your watch to see what time it was, finding that it was just after 12. As you did this however, you once again heard a loud noise, though this time more of a grunt than a squeal, as if someone was in pain...
"What the hell?" you thought, looking around in the direction it had come from, towards the small hallway that led to both the bathroom and Miss. Card's bedroom, "Is that...is that Randall?" Figuring that was the only real possibility, there being, as far as you were aware, nobody else but you and Randall currently in the apartment, you leaned over the back of the couch and called out to your friend. "Randall? Are you okay buddy?"
"OH FUCK!...OH GOD!" you heard his voice shout back, moaning fiercely, the sound of which immediately caused you to spring to your feet, it very much sounding like he was indeed in pain, and a great deal of it.
Fearing that something had happened, that his groans and squeals were somehow to do with the transplant, of his brain rejecting Miss. Card's body or something, you ran towards the bedroom in a panic, stumbling a little due to the effects of the **** and screaming your friend's name as you went, "Randall!" What you found however, as you pushed open the door, barging your way into the room was not the sight of your friend writhing in agony on the floor, clutching at his skull while blood poured from his ears as your drunken brain had imagined. Instead, it was something far more shocking.
"Holy shit..." you heard your own voice squeak inside your head as you came to a sudden stop, your eyes growing wide and your jaw just about hitting the floor, not quite able to believe what it was you were currently seeing. There was Randall on top of Miss. Card's bed, dressed in a skimpy little red, mesh teddy with matching red stockings and garters, the material of which was straining badly to contain his more than ample bust, so much so that his large pink nipples were visible sticking out of the cups, while the bottom of the teddy had been pulled to one side between his legs, exposing his vagina beneath. His vagina which currently had a large pink dildo pumping in and out of it's folds, causing your friend to pant and moan ecstatically as he knelt there with eyes closed, furiously masturbating in front of you.
Standing there, frozen to the spot, utterly transfixed, you felt an instant twitching sensation coming from the inside of your pants as you watched something you'd long fantasized about but never imagined you'd actually ever get to see; your sexy, lingerie clad teacher energetically riding a dildo in front of you, her huge bosom bouncing wildly up and down and her beautiful face flushed, looking exactly like some kind of slutty, sex starved porn star you might have find on the net. Her body was simply incredible (even more so out of her clothing than in it), you thought as your eyes took in every single little detail of this lurid show; her breasts appearing even bigger somehow, soft and pale, with a slight slope to them, yet still remaining remarkably spherical and full, pushing out rather dramatically from her slender frame. Her nipples were wide and thick and very suckable looking indeed, like little pink gumdrops sitting in the middle of her large, round areola. Beneath that, below her flat stomach and cute little belly button, there was a neat little patch of reddy/brown hair that led down towards her almost perfect vagina, the fleshy lips of which were glistening with her juices as the dildo **** it's way between them.
"OH...OH....OHH SHIT! OH FUCK ME!" Randall continued to squeal, still completely unaware of your presence, his face a picture of both unquenching desire and bliss as he showed no signs of slowing down, his hand in fact working even faster now, thrusting the dildo inside himself with such **** that you thought it might break. Whatever it was that was building within that wondrous body of his, looked as if it was soon about to burst, a turning rigid for a second, he began somewhat violently spasming on top of the bed, shrieking even louder now, his soft, feminine voice filled with an unparalleled delight, as he cried, "OHHHHH, OHHH GOD....OHHH MY FUCKING GOD!"
Though this was the first time you'd actually seen it in reality, you knew fine well from your forays into the world of porn that Randall was most definitely orgasming. He was actually cumming as a woman! The sight was arousing beyond belief, and you weren't sure you'd ever been so turned on as you were now, fighting the urge to stick your hand into your pants to grab at your now semi hard erection. Before you could even do that though, or make any sort of move, Randall's eyes suddenly shot open and his gaze honed directly onto you, as he finally, at last realized you were there.
"Oh fuck...Tim?" he panted, his voice excited and breathy as he looked at you with both surprise and shock, clearly not expecting to see you there.
Like somewhat of a rabbit caught in the headlights, you stood there unsure how to react, there really being no guidebook for walking in on your best friend jerking off while in the body of your smoking hot History teacher. "I uh...I..." you began to awkwardly stutter, trying to keep your gaze on Randall's face and away from those gorgeous breasts with the big, thick nipples, or the beautiful swollen pussy still impaled on the 8 inch piece of plastic. Unable to quite find the words, you both stared at each other for about twenty seconds, awkwardly and very much embarrassed, frozen to the spot, with Randall making no move to cover himself, nor you, with the little tent in your pants that was no doubt clearly visible.
"Sorry, dude," you finally managed to utter, not really being able to think of much else, as your embarrassment got the better of you and you quickly turned and left, having never before been in such an awkward and uncomfortable situation (even if had been proceeded by one of the highlights of your life).
"Jesus Christ, that was Miss Car...Randall jerking off! That was so freaking hot!" you thought to yourself as soon as you'd exited the bedroom and began wandering aimlessly back down the hall, rather blown away by the experience, awkward or not. Sure you had a girlfriend, and sure Allison was an attractive girl who's own naked body you're sure was pretty spectacular (having yet to have seen the whole package), but Miss. Card...or rather Randall's naked body was simply unreal! Almost perfect in every way. And you, you''d just got to see it in a manner that would have made almost every single heterosexual male in your school absolutely green with envy!
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