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Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar Pt 24
David and the professor stepped off the plane that had delivered them
from the port to home. Patricia watched as David ran into the arms
of a woman who looked almost exactly like him physically. Since
Aphrodite had told him that she had given David a body that was
exactly the same as his girlfriend's, professor Abbott assumed this
was the very woman. He was tempted to go over and introduce himself,
but saw Clarence, a tall, athletic without being overly built, black
student who was one of his aides from the school, with a sign with
her name on it.
She stepped up to him, carrying Elijah, and said, "Hi, Clarence, what's up?"
"Not much, professor Abbott. The board wanted you to return to the
university first so they could discuss your trip. I hope you're not
too tired."
"No, I slept on the plane. So let's get this over with."
The two got Patricia Abbott's luggage, then headed back to the
university. As they traveled, Patricia wondered what she was going
to tell the board. She had had bad expeditions before, but never had
she returned empty handed. She had tenure (assuming everything that
was Patrick had become Patricia), so she didn't have to worry about
her job. But as a scientist, the old publish or perish standard held
sway. Whether she was Patricia or Patrick, she was only as good as
her last scientific discovery. A scientist who produced nothing on
an expedition was, even if only temporarily, treated as a laughing
stock in the community.
Even as she thought about it, she felt Aphrodite's presence in her
mind. She heard the goddess's voice in her head. "Worry not,
professor. I have changed things slightly. You went to an island
slightly to the north of my island. All records and all memories
other than your own now reflect that fact. There you found evidence
that an ancient Mediterranean civilization had traveled to the island
and established a temporary camp. It was proof that these ancient
peoples had traveled much further than previously established."
Silently, Patricia thought, "But isn't that a fabrication? I don't
want to risk my career on a lie, even one you have established so
thoroughly that no one will ever disprove it."
"But it isn't a lie. These people are the ones who built my temple,
the one I wouldn't let you find. The fact is, I had to protect them
when they traveled to the islands in the first place, otherwise,
they'd never have gotten anywhere near the islands. But you can just
let the truth of how they managed to get that far remain a scientific
mystery. It's a minor discovery, but it will preserve your
scientific reputation."
"Thank you, my goddess." Patricia felt Aphrodite depart and settled
in. Despite her words to Clarence earlier, she was tired from her
trip, and needed a rest.
As she took a brief nap on the long drive to the university, Clarence
couldn't help but snatch glimpses of her bosom as it rose and fell
with her breathing. Patricia Abbott was the hottest, friendliest
teacher in the anthropology department, but all the male students
knew that, although she didn't advertise it, Patricia was only
interested in other babes. Of course, that only made the fantasies
thicker. Many of the male students had fantasies of watching or
maybe even participating as this super-large breasted teacher made it
with another woman. He was even tempted to feel her up right now,
but knew she wasn't sleeping that deeply and was afraid of being
caught.
When they pulled into the parking lot of the university, he took a
brief chance as he shook her awake and let his hand "accidentally"
slide over and brush her breast. Patricia came awake and said,
"We're here? Oh, good." She got out of the car and fished her keys
out of her purse. "Clarence, do me a favor and go open up my
classroom to air it out."
Clarence took the keys and went to do as professor Abbott asked. He
got to the classroom, unlocked it, and opened all the windows. After
he finished doing what the professor had asked of him, he decided to
do a little sneaking about. He used the keys to open up the desk,
and looked inside it. He struck pay dirt on his first try. He
opened the top right hand drawer and found a strap-on dildo. He had
brief fantasies flashing through his head of professor Abbott putting
this on and fucking her girlfriend with it.
But then he had another thought. Patricia Abbott was a professional,
and probably hadn't laid a finger on David, as hot as that babe was,
so that meant the professor had gone two weeks without any
"companionship". That meant that she'd probably get together with
somebody as quickly as she could. Maybe even taking them right back
here. Clarence looked around and saw the portable rolling closet
that each teacher had in their classroom. If he was lucky enough,
there might be enough space inside it to hide, and he could get in
and maybe get a free show.
He went over and opened the closet. He HAD lucked out. The closet
was empty. Clarence put the keys on the desk and climbed into the
cabinet, leaving the door open just enough to see out of. He
intended to just wait until professor Abbott returned, but for some
reason, just fell asleep instead.
Professor Abbott walked back to her class with Elijah on one arm, her
purse and the baby's bassinet on the other. The meeting with the
university board had run a little long, but not unusually so. Still,
she was glad to get out and get back to her classroom for a break.
The professor loved her work, but hated that particular aspect of it.
Having to sit in front of a bunch of stuffed shirts and justify what
she had done. The one saving grace was the abject fascination doctor
Cole (who was on the university board) had had for her. Problem was,
Patricia didn't know if the fascination was borne from lust or
curiosity. Aphrodite had told her that doctor Cole would remember
her as "he" was, as Patrick, so Amber might just be wondering who
this was. But Patricia also knew her new body was also tailor made
to drive Amber Cole wild with lust, so it could've been either or
both.
Patricia returned to her room, placing Elijah in his carrier on the
table. She headed back to her desk, but before she made it half the
distance, Elijah started fussing for food. Patricia returned to his
side, opened her blouse, pulled down the panel on her nursing bra,
and lifted Elijah to her nipple. As he fed himself, Patricia heard a
knock on the door. "Come," she said in reply.
The door opened and doctor Cole walked in. She seemed about to say
something, but when she saw Elijah feeding at Patricia's breast, she
froze, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight before her.
Patricia asked, "Is there something I can do for you, doctor Cole?"
"I've just got a question or two, but it can wait."
"I can certainly answer a question while I feed Elijah."
Amber said, a bit too quickly, "No, please continue. I can wait,"
and sat down on the edge of the desk.
"As you wish." Patricia returned her eyes to Elijah, but every once
in a while, she looked up at Amber. And every time, she did, Amber
seemed a little more excited, and eventually, she was rubbing her
legs together, and stroking her thighs with her hands. Patricia
pretended not to notice as she finished with Elijah and returned him
to his basket, where he promptly yawned and fell asleep. Patricia
then walked over and sat beside doctor Cole, arching her back
slightly so that her breasts were thrust out. "Now what can I do for
you?" Amber seemed unable to speak, and Patricia noticed that
Amber's eyes seemed glued to her nipple, which was still exposed,
Patricia having purposefully not closed the nursing bra or her
blouse. "Doctor Cole?"
Amber shook her head and asked, "Do you want to put that away?"
nodding at Patricia's breast.
Patricia gave the doctor her sexiest smile. "Do you want me to put
it away? It's just us girls here."
Amber seemed unable to answer. Clearly she did NOT want Patricia to
"put it away", but neither did she want to be rude or crass by
admitting that. So instead she took a different tack, saying,
"That's kind of what I wanted to bring up."
Coyly, Patricia responded, "Oh?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, professor. I think you're the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen on two legs. And everybody else says
the same. But... Oh, geez, I'm not even sure how to ask this."
"Let me take a guess. You see this beautiful woman before you saying
she's professor Abbott, and everybody else agrees with her. But YOU
remember professor Abbott as a middle-aged man with a small bald spot
and a slight paunch who used to follow you around like a lovesick
puppy, constantly pestering you for dates that you had no interest
in."
"So... I'm not crazy?"
"No." Patricia looked down, shamed. "Doctor Cole, you remember
things as they were. As they really were. I think it's no secret
that, as a man, I was fascinated with you. Do you remember the
original reason I went to that island?"
"To... find the birthplace of Aphrodite, I believe you said."
Patricia nodded. "It shames me to admit that I had... an ulterior
motive in searching out Aphrodite. I wanted to ask her to make you
love me as I love you."
Amber seemed indignant. "So...? What? You found her, and she
changed you into something I had to love?"
"No! Not have to. But she said it would be unfair to change you
into something else to create love between us," Patricia lifted
Amber's hand to her exposed breast, "so she changed me into something
you COULD love."
"What if I say no? What if I say I don't trust this transformation?"
Amber's voice was riddled with suspicion, but she didn't remove her
hand from Patricia's breast.
Patricia leaned in towards Amber. "Doctor Cole... Amber, my changes
are not just physical. I like what I am. I like what I've become.
I am now a woman and a mother. I would love also to be your lover,
but if you say no, I will go on with my new life." Patricia leaned
in so close, their lips were separated by less than an inch, and
whispered, "But if you say yes, I am yours to do with as you please.
I am your lover, confidante, friend, sex toy. Whatever you want."
Amber was breathing heavily in lusty need. Finally, she just gave in
to the lust, pressed her mouth to Patricia's, pushed her back against
the desk, and took both of her breasts in hand, fondling them as she
shoved her tongue down Patricia's throat. And the way Patricia
squirmed under her touch drove her to even greater need. She pulled
off of her new lover and whispered, "God, I wish I had my dildo."
Knowing what Aphrodite had placed in her desk drawer, Patricia leaned
back and got the dildo out of the drawer. Seeing the plastic toy,
Amber smiled. She pulled back and off the desk a few feet, saying,
"Put it on me."
Patricia went to her knees before Amber. She placed the dildo on her
lap and undid Amber's pants, pulling them and the underwear beneath
them to the floor. She gave Amber's clit a quick kiss before lifting
the dildo and strapping it around her crotch. Once it was firmly in
place, Patricia opened her mouth and sucked it in. Amber watched in
fascination as Patricia bobbed up and down on the plastic sex toy.
She took her own breasts in hand and moaned, as much from watching
the big-breasted professor as from her self massage. She had to hand
it to whoever had changed Patrick. The new Patricia seemed to have
an almost instinctive knowledge of what would drive her wild with
desire.
Amber reached down and grabbed Patricia's head, pumping the dildo in
and out between her lips. Amber could never explain this, even to
herself, but she always enjoyed watching her lover go down on her
dildo. She just didn't like feeling that they were doing it just for
her. Amber may have been a dominant person, and she freely admitted
to enjoying pushing others around a bit, but she also wanted her
lovers to actually enjoy what she was making them do. And so few of
her lovers actually seemed to enjoy sucking her plastic cock.
But Patricia? She loved it! She couldn't seem to get enough of the
man-made appendage jutting from Amber's loins. And Amber loved
watching her. The way her lips wrapped around the dildo, sucking on
it and covering it in a layer of her own saliva. And the way the
professor moved the dildo against Amber's clitoris was nothing short
of expert. Between the physical sensations and the sight of
Patricia's head moving on her, Amber was quickly driven to orgasm,
bucking her hips against the professor's face and screaming in sexual
release.
When Amber finally recovered from her orgasm, she looked down to see
Patricia rubbing the tip of the dildo sensually over her lips. Amber
reached down under Patricia armpits and lifted the huge chested
beauty up onto the desk. She flipped Patricia's skirt up, grabbed
her panties and yanked them off. But she froze when she saw
Patricia's cock sticking up from her crotch. Amber started to pull
back, saying, "You've still got..."
Patricia reached down and grabbed the dildo. "It's there so that you
never have to worry about it. I know you will never accept it inside
you, and I accept that. You need never even touch it, or even
remember it is there." Patricia moved the dildo to her ass. "But
please fuck me. Fuck me as you would any girl you were with.
Please."
Part of Amber was reluctant to get involved with Patricia, but
another part, a larger part that was getting larger by the second,
was thoroughly excited by the almost needy attitude of this she-male
before her. Finally, Amber just reached out and took Patricia's legs
in hand. She then yanked Patricia close as she jammed her hips
forward. Patricia shrieked in lusty pleasure, moaning, "Thank you."
It was then that Clarence woke up (not even aware that it had been
the power of Aphrodite that had kept him asleep through all that had
come before). He looked out into the classroom and saw doctor Cole
and professor Abbott at the teacher's desk at the front of the room.
That is, he saw the top of both of them. Everything from the waist
down was obscured by the baby bassinet sitting on the table between
them and him.
But what he saw was plenty enough. Doctor Cole was between the legs
of the professor, and if Clarence's guess was correct, she seemed to
be moving her hips in and out of the professor in a fucking motion.
Doctor Cole slid her hands up and removed the professor's blouse,
then reached behind her and undid her bra. After the foundation
garment was off, doctor Cole pulled professor Abbott close, burying
her face in Patricia's breasts and licking them as voraciously as any
guy would. Clarence heard professor Abbott moan, "Oh, yes, mistress,
fuck me hard."
Clarence pulled his pants down from around his dick. He took the
stiff rod in hand and pumped it in time with doctor Cole's movements
into the professor. He couldn't help himself. The two hottest women
on staff were right here in front of him fucking each other like two
rutting rabbits. If only he could get involved, or, failing that,
watch this regularly. But this was probably an irregular thing. He
assumed that the two were steady lovers, and the two hot lesbians
were having an impromptu get together after a long separation. But
he'd take what he could get, and watched as the two continued to move
together until they orgasmed at the same time, prompting his own
orgasm, causing him to cover himself in his own seed.
Clarence watched as the doctor and the professor kissed like long
lost lovers, kindly and sensitively. He was about to start stroking
himself again, when he fell from the cabinet. Actually, it felt like
he had been pushed, but since there was nothing else in there, that
was impossible, wasn't it? Regardless, he was now out in front of
the two women with his shlong hanging out.
"Clarence!" professor Abbott growled angrily. "What were you doing
in there?!" Clarence tried to think of something, but could only
stammer in response. Both women were clearly very angry, and
Clarence knew that a word from either could end all his hopes for any
kind of academic degree. "You were spying, weren't you?"
Clarence hastily put his dick away, but was still unable to come up
with anything to say. Professor Abbott stepped up to him. Her skirt
had fallen and was covering her crotch, so Clarence had no idea that
there was anything unusual underneath. She glowered at him. "Well?!"
Clarence blurted out, "Please don't tell anyone. I'm sorry. I won't
do it again. I'll do anything!"
Patricia grinned an evil smile. "Anything?" Clarence felt a brief
moment of fear as he saw that smile spread over the professor's face,
but he nodded. "Good. You will come to my house later tonight.
Promptly at 8."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now go." Clarence hastily left the room.
After he left, Amber, excited by the strength Patricia had just
shown, walked up behind the professor, her dildo bouncing off the
she-male's ample buttocks, and reached around and took Patricia's
breasts in hand. Patricia moaned and leaned back. "Oh, Amber, could
you love me now?"
Whispering in her ear, Amber replied, "I think I could. You
definitely excite me. So what are you planning for the little spy?"
"A little lesson in lesbian sex, from first hand experience. Will
you help me?"
"I won't have sex with a man."
"I am not asking that. But someone to run a camera would be helpful.
And I'd like you there to watch, to know that everything I do and am
is yours to command."
"Alright." The two women kissed deeply as Amber bent Patricia
forward to get at her ass for more sex play.
************
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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