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Title:       Fuck Yeah, Part 2
Story Codes: tg, FF, mF, MF  
Author:      Christian Alan
Summary:     Sam was just your average sexually frustrated college
             nerd...until the day he woke up in the body of a 
             smoking hot girl. Now (s)he's making up for lost time 
             by fucking everyone in sight.

 	
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Two

Sam awoke to the bright glow of late morning sunlight filtering
in through the blinds. She yawned and stretched out on the bed,
letting the sheets glide smoothly over her naked body as she
thought back to the wild activities of last night. It was still
hard to believe that she'd actually fucked a guy. Or that she'd
enjoyed it so much. Just thinking about it was enough to send a
hot rush of excitement blooming outward from her groin.

Sighing, she drew the comforter against her chest and clamped her
legs around it, the cushiony material rubbing gently over her
vulva. At least one thing hadn't changed. She still woke up
feeling horny as hell. She started gently humping the comforter
and wishing she had someone there to fuck. Someone who would bury
their tongue in her pussy and tickle her clit until she passed
out.

With a frustrated groan she yanked the comforter aside to get at
her needy cunt. She flung her legs out wide and jammed two
fingers into herself, growing even more excited as her digits
sank into the soft, wet embrace of her pussy. Sam started working
her clit with her other hand as she dicked her fingers in and out
of her overheated snatch, getting even wetter as she remembered
how good Josh's cock had felt as it'd twitched and spurted inside
her. She came fiercely, the muscles in her vagina clenching
around her fingers with surprising strength as shudders of
ecstasy tore through her body.

She lay there and let her mind drift while she savored the
post-orgasmic tingles. It was the same story every morning.
Lately she hadn't been getting out of bed until twelve, or even
after. Playing around with her new body was just too much fun.
There were moments when she almost missed her old self and its
penis, though, not that she'd ever gotten to use it much.
Whatever magic, miracle, or freak occurrence had transformed her,
her entire existence had been flipped and turned upside down. Now
instead of being the shy, lonely geek lusting after the hot girl,
Sam *was* the hot girl.

Swinging her long shapely legs out of bed, Sam got up and opened
the blinds. Cars passed slowly on the street below as a few
people played baseball in the park across the way. She rested her
hands on her hips and stood there butt-naked at the window, her
curved and slender body in plain view for anyone who happened to
be looking. As a guy Sam had been rather awkward and
self-conscious, but she was finding it harder and harder to be
shy in this new body of hers. In fact sometimes she felt
downright slutty. She knew she was going to have to watch it or
else she'd end up getting into trouble. Her cautionary thoughts
were interrupted by the grumbling of her stomach. One thing was
certain; she was going to need food if she wanted to have the
energy to fuck around all day.

Sam grabbed her phone and dialed up the local pizza place as she
started getting dressed. She walked around her apartment in
panties and a t-shirt, cradling her cell in one hand and idly
stroking the crotch of her underwear with the other. She felt the
material turn damp as her pussy grew hot again from her teasing
fingertips. As soon as she was done ordering, she fell back on
the bed and began fondling herself, moving her hands down along
her body from her high, firm tits to the round curves of her hips
and ass. Her body still felt strange and new enough that she
could almost pretend she was touching someone else. Everything
was so soft and smooth and enticing that sometimes she wished she
had an extra set of hands to grope herself with.

She was exploring the delicate folds of her pussy again when a
sudden knock at the door jarred her back to reality. Her pizza.
She'd almost forgotten about it. She wiped her fingers on the
sheet and got up to answer the door. The young, goatee-faced
deliveryman stared at her distractedly as she paid for it. Sam
imagined that she probably looked rather odd standing there half
naked with her hair mussed and wild. She felt even more
embarrassed when she realized that she didn't have enough for a
tip.

"Sorry, a bit short this week," she said apologetically.

"No problem." He flashed a smile and handed her the pizza,
seeming a lot more gracious than any of the deliverymen Sam's old
self had dealt with. The fact that she was a girl and showing off
a lot of leg probably had something to do with it.

"Wait a sec." Feeling slutty again, Sam set the pizza down and
hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She wriggled
them down, feeling the crotch peel away stickily from her labia.
She stepped out of her underwear and offered them to the guy,
feeling a slight blush spreading over her face. Well, at least
she still had *some* shame left.

"Would you take these instead?"

She could see the disbelief in his face as his gaze flicked back
and forth from her eyes to the still warm and slightly moist
undergarment in her hand. He didn't hesitate for long. He took
her panties and quickly rubbed them between his thumb and
forefinger before stuffing them into his back pocket.

"Thanks," he said, grinning devilishly. "I'll take a tip like
that anytime."

"I'll keep that in mind." Sam smiled back and closed the door.
The pizza tasted pretty damn good.

While she was eating she decided to take a trip to the mall later
and visit the gaming shop. She imagined that it might be fun to
tease some roleplayer geeks for a while. Plus she was still
looking for a black and red twelve-sided die to replace one she'd
lost a few months ago. There was nothing quite so irritating as
having an incomplete set of dice.

She arrived to see that the typical afternoon crowd was
gathering, pimply faced teenagers with plastic-sleeved decks of
cards and unsettled arguments about who was more badass:
Elminster or Drizzt. A sudden hush seemed to fall on their
discussions as Sam walked in wearing jean shorts and a black tank
top. She'd tidied her hair up and used a bit more eyeliner than
last time, liking the slightly punkish look it gave her. She
smiled and went over to look at the dice as the conversations
slowly resumed.

"Can I help you with anything?" The chubby nerd behind the
counter asked. Something about the smug know-it-all expression on
his face made Sam want to punch him. Game store employees always
seemed to have a sort of alpha nerd mentality that struck her as
being sort of retarded. Nerds were losers by definition. Being
head loser wasn't really something to be proud of.

"Yeah," she responded, smiling sweetly. "I need a twelve-sided.
I've got a 4th level Barbarian with Weapon Focus in greataxe and
it's a bitch having to use a greatsword just cause I don't have
the right dice. I'd consider switching weapons, but she's a
half-orc, and half-orcs and greataxes just kind of go together
like Daleks and Doctor Who. Am I right?"

He looked at her for a moment, his face seeming to redden
slightly. Sam wondered if he was getting a hard-on.

"Anyway," she continued, moving her eyes blatantly over his
rotund body and pursing her lips. "I've been looking *everywhere*
for a red and black d12. If you have one laying around someplace,
I'd be really grateful."

"Um, let me check in the back. Don't go anywhere!" he flashed an
attempt at a suave smile and hurried toward the back room. It was
the fastest that Sam had ever seen him move.

A nervous cough at her shoulder drew her gaze to a rather short
nerd who had stepped up behind her.

"Um, hi," he said, shyly fidgeting with the strap of his
backpack. He looked young. His wild sandy brown hair was almost
the same length as hers and hung down over a face that was
already badly scarred by acne. "I overheard something about you
having a barbarian?"

"Yep," Sam responded with a pleasant grin. She found herself
liking him almost immediately. "A tough PMSing half-orc."

"That's cool," he smiled. "I mean, you don't see enough girls
playing rpgs, you know?"

"Tell me about it. There are a few of us out there, though." She
looked him in the eyes, finding herself already wondering what it
might be like to fuck him. He couldn't seem hold her gaze for
very long before glancing off at something else.

"I was thinking about GMing a game sometime," she added as an
afterthought. "Wanna play? I don't have a regular group yet
though, so it might end up being just the two of us at first."
Sam smiled, wondering if she could've been any more obvious. She
might as well have pulled up beside him on the street in a van
and asked if he wanted some candy.

"Sure," he responded, seeming totally clueless. "That'd be cool."


"Great." Sam did her best to hide her growing arousal. "Want to
get together later and make a character? I need to brush up on
the rules anyway."

He agreed and Sam gave him her address. As he leaned down to dig
a pen out of his backpack, Sam's eyes were drawn to a gleam of
silver that suddenly dangled free from his collar. A tiny
crucifix pendant hung there, complete with a miniature dying
Jesus. Sam felt a momentary stab of guilt. It was followed almost
instantly by a blazing surge of lust. The boy looked so shy and
unassuming as he wrote down her directions that she felt like
jumping him right there. There was just something about the idea
of corrupting his innocence that she found incredibly fucking
hot.

They said goodbye, her mind already working on what she was going
to do to him. His name was Steve, and he wasn't even old enough
to drive yet. In a few hours Sam would have him alone in her
apartment. She almost felt sorry for the guy.

The clerk came back with set of dice that matched her missing
twelve sided almost perfectly. He even threw in another set for
free. Sam smiled and thanked him, thinking that next time she
might try flashing her tits to see if she could get a free book
out of the deal.

Back home, Sam decided to go for a swim in the complex's pool to
cool herself down a bit. She tugged on the little blue bikini
she'd bought and adjusted it in front of the mirror. It did a
decent job at covering her tits, although barely. Her butt was a
different story. The cheeks of her ass were a little too big for
the seat and always ended up peeking out. Not that it bothered
her really. After posing in the mirror for a few minutes, Sam
fought down the urge to masturbate and grabbed a towel.

She ended up sharing the pool with a few kids. Sam ignored them
and focused on the interesting sensations of the cool water
coursing over her body as she swam back and forth. Her new body
was definitely more buoyant than her old one had been. After a
few minutes, Sam noticed that a few of the older boys were
watching her from the opposite end of the pool. They were trying
to be slick about it and failing miserably. Sam made sure to give
them a bit of a show, pausing to `adjust' her bathing suit
bottoms by pulling them up into the crack of her ass and
smoothing them out again before taking a few more slow laps. She
felt like being bolder, but it was broad daylight and there were
still too many people passing by for her to be able to get away
with much. Maybe she'd come back after dark and see if anyone was
still around.

Steve showed up right on time. He seemed nervous as he took out
his books and began rolling up a character. Sam had to admit that
it was probably her fault. She'd tied her shoulder-length brown
hair back into pigtails and dressed in a belly shirt and her
tightest pair of jeans. She'd even used a little eyeshadow and
some pink glitter lipstick.

He decided on an elf fighter. They sat on the floor of Sam's
bedroom and started playing. After ten minutes, Steve's character
had undertaken a quest to rescue a runaway princess from a band
of goblins and had already won his first battle. Sam described
everything in lingering detail, smiling as Steve leaned forward
with an expression of rapt attention. She wondered if he'd have
the same expression later when she was rubbing her crotch in his
face.

Finally, Steve's character made his way to where the goblins had
cornered the elven lady. Sam edged closer to him on the floor as
the battle progressed. After the bloody combat ended, his fighter
stood face to face with the mischievous elf princess just as he
and Sam sat facing each other on the floor.

"Her gold-spun blonde hair spills past her alabaster shoulders
like springs of honeymead," Sam read from her notes. "Her full,
ample breasts are barely covered by a sheen of magical elven
chainmail. Leather leggings hug her butter-supple loins as she
steps forward and traces her fingers lightly over your armor."

Sam locked her eyes on his and leaned closer, their lips almost
touching as she moved her hand over his chest just as she'd
described. "What is thy name, brave warrior?" she said
in-character, lilting her voice into a light purr.

Steve swallowed hard. "E-Eldan Darkspear, Initiate of the 1st
Winter, m-milady." She wondered if he still thought they were
just role-playing. He probably didn't have any idea what was
really going on, or how incredibly wet his underaged gullibility
was making her.

"A strong name," Sam whispered, letting her lips brush ever so
slightly against his cheek. "I shall have to think of a way to
properly reward thee for thy...valor."

"Mmmpph." Whatever he'd been planning to say was cut off as Sam
covered his mouth with hers and tackled him to the floor. He
pushed her off gently and squirmed away, scooting back on the
floor until his shoulders thumped into her bed. Sam crawled
slowly after him like a stalking tigress. His resistance was only
making her pussy hotter.

"I-I am pledged to chastity, Milady," he stammered, sounding
rather unsure of himself.

"There is uncertainty in thy voice, young warrior." She slid up
against him and sat in his lap, butting her tits lightly against
his chin as she grabbed him around the neck. "There is no need
for shame," she whispered in his ear. "Thou hast saved my life.
By the right of blood and honor, my maidenhood is now thine."

With that she pulled her shirt up and released her pert breasts
right in his face. Steve blushed and turned his head away shyly,
his hair brushing lightly over one of her erect nipples. She
could feel him hardening against her thigh even through both
their pants. She looked down and noticed that the Jesus pendant
had come out of his shirt again. She quickly tucked it back into
his collar so that she wouldn't feel it watching her. Jesus could
have his eternal soul as far as she was concerned, but right now
Steve's cock belonged to her.

"Oh, but thou are wounded!" She exclaimed, using it as a flimsy
excuse to put her hand on his dick. Sam crawled down to straddle
his knees, getting a bit of a shock when she saw the size of the
bulge that was tenting the front of his pants. She felt a bit
uncertain herself as she unbuttoned the trembling boy's fly.

"At least allow me to comfort thee," she implored him, her
searching hand closing around the thick, rigid length of his
cock. It felt huge. She pulled it out and hefted it, feeling it
throb gently in her hand. The skin was taut and warm. It had to
be at least eight inches long and was almost as wide as her
wrist. She wondered if it would even fit inside her.

Sam tugged up and down on it slowly, watching as the shiny,
bulbous head bobbed slowly in time with his pulse. Steve was
laying there slack-jawed and gasping. Whatever resistance he'd
gathered seemed to have evaporated the instant she'd touched his
cock. Sam realized she was salivating, and without even pausing
to consider what she was doing, she sealed her lips around the
firm, spongy head of his penis and took it slowly into her mouth.
The broad shaft strained and pulsed against her tongue as she
stretched her jaw open wide to accommodate it. She was able to
take him almost halfway down before she felt his glans nudging
the back of her throat. Sam paused, enjoying the sensation of his
fleshy presence filling her mouth as she breathed in his scent.
It was a musky, somehow very *male* smell that was making her
lightheaded and hornier than ever.

Through playing around, Sam grabbed him by the thighs and started
sucking, drawing her mouth up and down almost frantically over
his cock as she applied all the suction she could muster. Steve's
hips trembled violently, his soft groans mixing with the quiet
sucking noises of her lips and tongue. She was just getting into
it when she felt a sudden flood of thick, warm liquid jetting
into her mouth. Steve went rigid, his dick lurching as squirt
after squirt of his cum splashed against her tonsils and
collected on the back of her tongue. Sam kept sucking as best she
could. The bitter, salty taste was somewhat unpleasant, but not
terrible. There was a lot of it though. Before she could decide
what she wanted to do, it suddenly overflowed her mouth. A gush
of semen escaped from around her lips and drooled down her chin
before Sam managed to corral the rest and swallow it.

Finally Steve's ejaculations finished and he relaxed, his body
slumping against the side of her bed like his bones had turned to
rubber. She continued to suckle at the head of his cock, enjoying
the little gasping sounds he made in response. After a few
minutes more she pulled back and looked down, seeing that both of
their pants were smeared and spattered with pearly drips of cum.
She imagined her chin was an even worse mess. Wiping the side of
her mouth, she locked her eyes with his as she put her fingers to
her lips and slowly sucked them clean. He was still breathing so
hard that she began to wonder if he was having an asthma attack.

Sam stood slowly in front of him, planting her feet on each side
of his legs as she started to unbuckle her belt. "Now that my
brave warrior is more at ease, perhaps he should find a more
fitting sheath for his mighty sword..."

He stared at her as she pulled open her fly and gave him a quick
glimpse of her panties before turning around to wiggle her butt
in his face. Sam couldn't wait to fuck him senseless, but
something about teasing him was just too much fun for her to
resist.

Steve surprised her by suddenly leaping to his feet and grabbing
her around the waist. She gave a surprised squeak as he spun her
around and pushed her backwards onto the bed, his face a mask of
lust. Maybe she'd teased a little *too* much. She definitely
wasn't complaining though.

Sam lay there meekly as he stepped out of his pants and then
yanked hers down and off. He climbed on the bed and drove his
face between her legs, nuzzling and kissing the trimmed pubic
hair on her mons before pushing her legs open wide. A moment
later he was on top of her.

"Take me," Sam moaned, feeling the tip of his cock already
pushing against the entrance to her pussy. It was going to be a
tight fit. Before she could ask him to go slowly, he grunted and
gave a strong thrust, his thick shaft spearing between her labia
and stabbing deep into her body. She was so wet that he slid in
almost to the hilt. Sam screamed as she felt him ripping into
her, the mixed intensity of pain and pleasure triggering a small
but immediate orgasm.

A sudden look of anxiety appeared on Steve's face and he began to
pull away. Sam grabbed his shoulders and locked her legs behind
his ass, trapping him inside her. She felt the muscles in her
vagina grasping at his cock in a futile attempt to adjust to his
size.

"Oh no. You aren't going anywhere. Fuck me, you bastard," she
heard herself saying as he began slowly moving inside her again.
She was losing it. He was opening and stretching her further than
anything she'd ever experienced.

"Fuck me like I'm your fucking elven goddess," she panted.
"Hammer me with your big fucking dick. Ohh fuck! Yes! Don't stop.
Don't you fucking stop..."

He was doing exactly as she asked, his balls slapping against her
ass as he fucked her with hard, deep strokes. It felt like she
was getting pistoned by a tree trunk. Sam couldn't even talk
anymore. She'd cum twice already and had seemingly lost all
control of her body. All she could do was dig her fingers into
his shoulders and sob for air as he drilled her into the softly
creaking mattress.

Then he pulled out, the sudden absence of his cock almost as much
of a shock to her as when he'd first rammed it in. Sam watched
breathlessly as he aimed his dick at her stomach and unloaded,
the first spurt landing squarely between her tits. She flinched a
little as she felt the hot liquid hit her skin, then relaxed as
the rest of his orgasm sprayed out in decreasing volume all over
her belly and crotch, frosting her pubes with little white
rivulets of cum. Steve knelt there panting, his slowly deflating
cock pointing down between her thighs. Sam reached out and
stroked it gently with her hand. She wanted him back inside her.
Her pussy was swollen and sore, but seeing him cum had really
turned her on. She pulled Steve down by the arms and kissed him,
chasing his tongue with hers and sucking lightly on his bottom
lip as she felt the weight of his penis against her leg.

Just then a loud ringtone broke the silence. "Oh crap," Steve
said, pulling away from her and scrambling for his backpack.
"That's my mom."

Sam lay on the bed, feeling his semen cooling on her body as she
heard him stammer an explanation over the phone to his mother.
Then he hung up and started getting dressed.

"I gotta go." He said lamely.

"Okay." Sam wiped herself off with the sheet and sat up, trying
to ignore the painful twinges in her pussy as she stood and
pulled her shirt back down over her tits.

"That was probably enough to level you," she commented as he
gathered up his dice.

"Thanks." He smiled bashfully. "I um, had a lot of fun."

"Me too. How about another game tomorrow?" Sam asked, biting her
lip coyly.

He hung his head. "I can't, sorry. My mom would kill me if I
missed Bible study. Uh, maybe next week?"

"Sure. That'd be cool." She tried not to sound disappointed as
she saw him to the door. "Give me a call, big guy. Don't be a
stranger." She waved at him and he waved back shyly before
walking off.

Sam shut the door and ran to the bathroom for a quick shower. Her
pussy felt bruised but still intact, seeming just a little looser
as she gingerly tested it with her finger. She washed the last
traces of sex from her body and stepped out to dry off, her body
shivering appreciatively as she ran the towel over herself. God,
she was such a little slut.

She dressed in clean clothes and refreshed her glitter lipstick,
smacking her lips together softly as she wondered if she'd try
sucking cock again soon. Probably. Just as with fucking, she'd
ended up liking it quite a bit more than she'd anticipated. Maybe
her old self had always unconsciously liked penis, or maybe she
was just responding to the urgings of her new body. Either way,
she had no intention of stopping now. She straightened her
pigtails and wondered absently if Josh was home.

A short while later she was standing in front of his apartment
and knocking on the door. After a few moments it opened a crack
and Josh peered out. He blinked, looking surprised to see her.

"Hi," she said, smiling shyly. "Just thought I'd drop by. You're
not busy, are you?"

"N...no. Not at all." He stepped aside quickly and let her in,
pushing his glasses up on his nose with nervous fingers. He
smelled like aftershave and looked tidier than he had the other
night. Had he been hoping that she'd come back? How cute. She was
going to have to fuck him extra hard for that.

She pushed him up against the door and kissed him on the lips
before he even had a chance to close it. Her hands slid down his
back and over his ass, feeling him jump a little as she grabbed
his skinny butt and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Miss me?" She asked. He nodded quickly, a slight blush appearing
on his face. "Good."

Sam let him close the door and trailed along behind him as he
gave her a short tour of his place. His bedroom was tiny, barely
large enough for his bed and computer. She sat down on the
mattress as Josh put some music on and started showing her his
cabinet full of anime DVDs.

"I..I um, know a guy in Hong Kong who sends me a lot of stuff you
can't find anywhere else," he said, his shyness seeming to fade
as he focused on showcasing his collection. "The subs aren't
always that great, but I can get them months before any retailers
in the U.S. can for...um...a fraction of...uh...oh."

Sam had been peeling her clothes off while he'd been talking. She
batted her eyelashes at him as she kicked off her pants and
leaned back on the bed, now fully nude. Josh stared for a moment
before dropping his eyes shyly to the floor.

"Its okay," she said gently. "You can look all you want."

Sam smiled and patted the sheet beside her. He came over and sat
down by her feet, his hands dropping awkwardly to his lap. She
was curious to see what he'd do now that he had a naked, willing
girl lying on his bed right next to him. Wasn't that every lonely
nerd's fantasy? She knew that her old self had spent many nights
dreaming about that very thing.

"I'm all yours, Josh." She murmured. "Don't be shy."

She closed her eyes and waited. A moment later she felt the light
touch of his hand on her ankle. He started rubbing her legs, his
fingers shaking a little as they glided along her shins and over
her lower thighs. She was surprised at how good it felt. Before
long he had edged in closer on the bed and was gently rubbing her
upper legs and hips. Sam just lay there and soaked up the
attention. She was ready to let him do pretty much whatever he
wanted to her, even if it was something nasty and perverted.
*Especially* if it was something nasty and perverted.

He explored upwards over her stomach, seeming to avoid getting
too close to her crotch for the moment. That was fine with her.
She wasn't in any hurry. She sighed contentedly as his hands
found her breasts, her tits feeling at home in his circling hands
as he squeezed and kneaded them firmly. Then the warm wetness of
his mouth suddenly covered her nipple, and Sam gasped as he
swirled the stiff nub with his tongue and sucked, the sensation
causing piercing tingles to shoot through her body. His fingers
brushed downward over her pubic hair, and she shivered as his
hand went between her legs and started stroking the lips of her
pussy.

Josh moved up to give her a tentative kiss, his fingers still
playing slowly over her vulva. He was making her so hot that she
felt like she was melting, dissolving away into the sheets under
the touch of his mouth and fingers. She moved her lips against
his and moaned as he began kissing her with more confidence. His
hands seemed to be everywhere on her body at once, caressing and
exploring. He was sucking at her mouth and stroking the side of
her face one moment, then squeezing her ass the next, then the
next thing she knew he was rolling her nipples gently between his
fingertips. Either he'd been studying up on the Kama Sutra, or he
was more experienced at this than she'd thought.

Sam wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but a few minutes later
she found herself on her knees and elbows with her ass sticking
up as Josh slowly ran his hands down along her spine. She felt
his mouth moving down her back with soft, wet kisses that seemed
to electrify her skin. Then he reached the small of her back, and
she felt his hands grip the cheeks of her butt and gently pull
them apart. She flinched as she felt his mouth on the crack of
her ass, more in anticipation than shock. Then she groaned and
rested her forehead on the bed as she felt his cool, slippery
tongue begin flicking lightly against her sensitive asshole. It
felt incredible. Every touch of his gently probing tongue wracked
her with tiny shivers that she could feel in her clit and all the
way up to the back of her neck.

"Ohh fuck yes. Lick me, you nasty fucker." Sam pushed her butt
against his face, feeling his tongue slip inside her as the
muscular ring of her anus slowly began to relax. He kept licking
eagerly, rimming and tonguing her ass until her pussy was so wet
that she felt like she must have been dripping all over the bed.

Then suddenly Josh rose and started pulling his clothes off. Sam
buried her face in his pillow and poked her butt up in the air,
offering it for whatever perverted use he had in mind. She
wondered if he was going to try fucking her in the ass. She
almost hoped so.

Sam held her breath as she felt the tip of his cock rub slowly up
and down over her pussy, sliding up and down between the cleft of
her slick labia just enough to tease her without quite
penetrating. She groaned in frustration and pushed against his
dick. She wanted it so bad it was driving her crazy. She didn't
care where he stuck it as long as she could feel it thrusting
inside her. Then he started easing it in, and she grunted as his
rigid cock pushed all the way into her cunt with one smooth
thrust. She was still tender from the pounding she'd gotten
earlier, the soreness and increased sensitivity making Josh's
modest dick feel almost like another monster penis tearing into
her.

Josh started fucking her hard from behind. He seemed to sense how
bad she needed it. She could feel him going in deep, his hairy
scrotum bumping up against her clit as his dick rubbed her in all
kinds of new and interesting ways. She was starting to understand
why doggystyle was so popular. Resting her weight on the pillow,
Sam lifted her arms up behind her back for him to hold on to. She
felt an intense thrill as he grabbed her by the wrists and
started pulling her back into his thrusts, impaling her firmly on
his cock.

She was grunting and moaning his name when he suddenly let go and
drove in deep, his hands grabbing her tightly by the waist.

"C..cumming," he gasped.

Sam clenched down on his cock as hard as she could. She felt it
twitching inside her as he grunted loudly and gave a dozen slow,
shuddering pumps, shooting his load deep inside her body. When he
was finished he pushed all the way in again and rested there
against her ass, his hands stroking her back gently. He still
seemed as hard as ever, and after a minute Sam started circling
her hips and grinding her body against him.

"You like that, Josh?" she moaned, trying to prod him on. "You
like cumming in my tight little pussy? I loved it. I love being
your little fuckslut."

He groaned in response and started moving again, his fingers
gripping the curve of her hips.

"Ohhh shit. That's it. Pound me harder, you nerdy fuck. Harder!
Make me cum on your dorky fucking cock!"

Josh growled and pushed her down into the mattress, banging away
at her pussy like a rutting animal. His fingernails dug into her
shoulders as his sweaty hips slammed mercilessly against her ass.
He seemed to be taking years of pent up, bullied aggressions out
on her, and Sam was loving every second. She squealed and bit the
pillow as she fucked herself back at him, her cum-slicked cunt
making wet sucking and squelching noises around his cock. An
urgent, throbbing pressure was building in the pit of her belly
and she felt like she was only moments away from one the biggest
orgasms of her life.

He was grunting loudly now, and Sam yelped as he suddenly grabbed
a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back sharply, fucking
her with deep, spastic strokes like he was already cumming again.
He tugged her pigtails harder, the light tingles of pain and the
jerking of his cock immediately driving her over the edge. She
came with a loud whimper, a powerful orgasm shivering through her
body as Josh lay there with his penis still buried inside her,
his panting breath blowing hotly across her shoulder. His grip
relaxed on her hair and he smoothed it gently, his touch seeming
almost apologetic.

Sam had fallen forward almost flat on the bed with his weight on
top of her. She felt dazed, sore, and thoroughly fucked. After a
few minutes Josh pulled his softening cock out of her and sat
back on the bed, looking embarrassed and a little scared. He was
still wearing his glasses. She crawled over to him and kissed him
softly on the cheek.

"Don't worry." She said, sliding her fingers through his hair
affectionately. "That was really, really good."

He put his arms around her, seemed rather less awkward than
before. Sam could feel his cum leaking out from between her
swollen labia. After a moment she took Josh's hand and guided it
between her legs, letting his fingers rub over her gooey slit.

"See what you did to me?" She looked him in the eyes as she
brought his arm up again and slowly licked his fingers, tasting
the tangy mixture of their sex juices on his trembling hand.
"Naughty boy."

Sam lay there teasing him for a few more minutes before getting
up and pulling her clothes back on, swaying unsteadily on her
feet as she did. Maybe it was time for a break. She'd gone from
getting zero dick to a lot of it in only two days and she was
starting to feel worn out.

"See you soon, Josh." She kissed him at the door and gave him a
light smack on the butt. He stammered a goodbye, and she left.
Her pussy gave a little twinge of protest whenever she took a
step, but overall she was feeling pretty damn good. Maybe
tomorrow she'd rest. Then it'd be the weekend. And wasn't there a
big anime convention in town next week? There was. She remembered
reading about it a while back and wondering if it would even be
worth addending, but that had been before she'd woken up with
tits one day and had her priorities somewhat shifted. Now she
could think of a few new reasons to go.

Anime Expo. Hordes of sex-starved nerds of all shapes, sizes, and
genders packed together for four days under one roof. Sam felt a
wicked grin spreading over her face. She had a feeling that she
was going to be getting into a *lot* of trouble.




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