...my ex

"Is it my turn to play yet?" My stomach backflipped as fear of the familiar voice crawled up my spine. My eyes found to my horror what I hoped was just a mistake but I had not misheard her voice. Heather in the doorway to David's bedroom, naked say for a fishnet dress and lace panties. "I've been waiting all day for this," she said with her own sinister, shit eating grin.

"Patience dear. It was you who suggested taking things slow tonight, remember?"

"I know but seeing that video again and watching you play with Janey's new tits has got me really horny."

"Aaah hhaaww!" David chuckled at my mixed cry of pain and pleasure as he pinched hard on my nipples and pulled as if to tempt Heather further. I could see my inflated breasts being stretched out in front of me; the burden of their weight eased briefly only to be replaced by the ache of strained flesh. The sensation ran through me, from the nib to my chest, then down to the pit in my stomach and then finally further down to the growing warmth of my own cock.

"Aww, would you look at that. Little Janey seems to enjoy having her tits groped." Heather let out her signature, evil laugh that always managed to send chills down deep into my core. A cruel smile filled her soft features, swaying her curved hips as she walked over to us. David continued the **** on my breasts leaving me powerless to do anything but watch her approach, letting out lewd moans with each swift tug and squeeze from David's expert fingers. Now standing in front of me, licking her lips, Heather uses her own delicate digits to stroke the bulge in my trousers. A cruel reminder of what remained of my masculinity. The throbbing ache as my cock strained through the material was unbearable; my hips pushing forward on their own as another lustful sigh was made by the strange female voice that had replaced my own.

"Wow! Even on such a low dose, she's a total slut." David made a point to speak directly next to my ear with sadistic satisfaction in his voice, knowing full well I was in no position to argue.

"Well then, why don't we give her some relief?" It was Heather's turn to lean into my ear. "Let's start with these clothes." There was a shift tug as the trousers fell away from my girlish curves with little resistance. My boxer shorts almost went with them say for waistband catching on my aching member. Another lascivious gasp was pulled from my lungs. My eyes locked with hers as Heather peeled the underwear away at an agonisingly slow pace. The last vestige of my Y chromosome sprang free, the cool air failing to ease my torment as tender fingers were already wrapping around the pulsing girth.

The moment I felt her first kiss on my exposed tip, I nearly blew my load then and there but Heather knew how to keep me on edge. That was one thing that hadn't changed with this new body. I was still putty in her hands. Expert fingers squeezing me at the base with her other hands tormented my balls with light caressing touches. Her well-practised tongue ran my full length, sending pleasant shivers up my body. When I finally felt myself being devoured by her lips, I was in pure sexual agony. Heather used to complain about giving me a blowjob when we were together and yet she always made the effort to take all of me in one go. When she eventually bottomed out, it felt like a torturous eternity as she simply held me there. It was her little party trick. She once swallowed a banana whole on a dare. I thought My cock was in for the same fate. My lower body was so numb. "P-please...L-let me cum?!"

Taking pity on me with an evil smile, my cock still throat deep, her fingers let go of my base and sneaked under my thighs. Before I realised what had happened, a sharp insertion into my rear, followed by my cock erupting violently. My voice unleashed the most shameful and perverted sound possible as Heather swallow as much as she could.