Threesome by Ed Cantor Chapter Three

Chapter Three

JP sat quietly at the small table, alone for the moment, while the deep thumping of the music rattled though his new body. Everything felt strange and new and more than a little frightening. The music was too loud to think, but he could still feel. The physical memory of the deep kiss Kelly had planted on his lips was resonating though his body in ways he’d never felt before. He felt his nipples stiff and hard, but there was a new aspect to that familiar sensation – similar to how it felt when his cock was hard. ‘Back when I had a cock,’ he thought with a wince. That particular feeling of arousal was even stronger between his legs, in his yet-unseen new pussy. He felt warmth and a sticky wetness, making him slide his thighs together to revel in the feeling.

He was also feeling nervous, alone and on edge. Kelly had left him there under commands to stay put – except that he had to accept any offer to dance. He felt like a piece of meat on display at the table with every passing man giving barely a glance to his face before they took a long, lingering stare down the generously displayed cleavage his top allowed. Being so new, the large breasts barely felt like his, but he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks nonetheless, and he felt so aware of the visibility of his erect nipples.

‘I guess this is how a hard-on will feel now,’ he thought, as he watched Kelly move her body rhythmically and very tightly against the stranger she had chosen to dance with. He was young, fit and seemed like a good-looking local fellow. There were some more new sensations to deal with. First, did she find that guy attractive? (JP silently cursed, realizing that he’d thought of himself as “she”, as Ashley.) Second, why was the jealously so intense all of a sudden. He’d never been a jealous guy, always choosing trust over needless worry, and he’d had a pretty high opinion of himself anyway, so it wasn’t like he had to worry too much about other men. Poor JP had no idea that the hormones and the hypnosis he’d been subjected to had heightened all of his emotional responses.

As he sipped his drink, he squirmed in the chair, wondering what he was going to do about this hot moist feeling between his thighs. He didn’t want to move too much, since not only was he dealing with the frustrating jiggle of his vast cleavage, but the tiny skirt kept riding up, forcing him to reach down and try to pull at it to keep his round ass covered.

He looked up from the latest attempt to adjust the tiny outfit, only to find Kelly and her new friend arm in arm and smiling down at him. While this guy had his arm tight around her, JP couldn’t help noticing he wasn’t exactly looking “Ashley” in the eyes; his gaze was focused about a foot lower, lost in the expanse of cleavage.

“Ashley, sweetie, I’ve got to run for more drinks,” Kelly giggled. “Dance with Paulo. He’s a great dancer!”

JP reluctantly lifted his fine fingers up into the rough grip of the offered hand, and Kelly was gone in a flash with a kiss to the cheeks of both him and Paulo. Balance atop the high heels was still a problem, as was the incredibly strange sensation of his new breasts bouncing to the beat. Relief to that issue came soon enough, but the solution was not what JP might have hoped for. Suddenly the pounding dance beat was replaced by the soft strains of a romantic ballad.

Without hesitation, Paulo pulled her close, and he felt his full breasts squashed against man’s obviously muscular chest. They were so close, and it was unleashing a flood of unwanted and unexpected feelings, sensations. That sensation between his thighs was growing stronger and he felt like his new pussy was actually oozing wetness. In his mind flashed questions like, “I wonder what Paulo’s chest looks like?”

Paulo shifted even closer, tighter. JP felt his breath on his hear, and knew his own lips must be blowing heated air at him as well. Then he felt it. They were pulled so close, nuzzling tight, that JP was suddenly incredibly aware of the stiffness of Paulo’s cock against his thigh. Each slow step had them grinding together, and JP was shamefully aware that he was using this motion to purposely press against the clearly enlarged member. He felt his nipples stiffen almost painfully, knowing that they too would communicate arousal. God, was he really aroused by this?

Interrupting that fearful thought was the Kelly’s return with a giddy smile plastered on her lips. She handed a glistening beer to Paulo and another daiquiri to JP. The icy drink was no sooner at his lips that Kelly was pressuring them to finish.

“Come on, finish up,” she urged. “I want to get out of here.”

There was no complaint from their dancing partner, but JP found it hard to swallow so quickly with the ice and alcohol going straight to his head. He had no choice though, and tipped the glass back, feeling a few drops trail down the corners of her lips as she finished.

JP was tugged along, out of the throbbing enclosure of sound, between Kelly and Paulo, each holding one of his hands. With the quick pace they were keeping it was harder than ever to stay upright in the heels, and the drinks he’d had weren’t helping. He had thought they were going to another club but instead they made a direct course back to their hotel. JP’s thoughts were full of fresh fear, especially when he saw the looks of lust being shared by his two elevator mates.

Kelly opened the door and guided them all into the hotel. JP realized he hadn’t actually been here since the first night of his arrival, which seemed simultaneously like just last night and a lifetime ago.

There was a pang of sadness in JP’s soul as he recognized the look on his girlfriend’s face and in her body language. She had a healthy buzz, she was happy and she was horny. The part that stung was that her gaze was on Paulo, and not on him. She flowed to the minibar, fetching herself two airplane bottles of tequila and a can of beer, and her eyes never left him.

Kelly pushed Paulo back into a chair and dropped the beer into his lap. She turned now to JP and pulled him close.

“Do you like dances, Paulo? Performances?” Kelly’s voice was teasing much more than it was asking. She didn’t wait for an answer either, but instead manoeuvred JP in front of her, between her and Paulo, both of them facing him as she smiled wide from his seat.

Kelly pulled JP back against her by reaching around and groping her breasts, one hand on each, hugging her tight – JP felt Kelly’s nipples stiff against his back. He didn’t have much time to think about it since Kelly started moving her hands, firmly and slowly.. She was making a torturous show out of groping all she could reach of the body she called Ashley.

JP couldn’t help but respond, even as he hated exposing his arousal to Paulo. It felt too good – every nerve ending was tingling and his nipples were like lightning rods of sensation. Even when Kelly’s hands moved away, he felt the tightness in them. He was squirming, rubbing his thighs together, and he tasted lipstick as he bit his lower lip for some kind of control.

Suddenly Kelly’s long fingernails were flashing, and JP could only gasp as she tore away his flimsy top, ripped off the skin-tight skirt, and with the widening of Paulo’s eyes, he felt instant shame, embarrassment, wanting to cover his body, his new breasts and pussy, with his hands – but Kelly’s grip stopped him.

As he stood there as Ashley, stripped down to a red lace push-up bra that barely covered his nipples, black stockings and garters, a red lace thong which he could feel and now see was wet with arousal, struggling to balance on high heels, he fought internally with lust, shame, embarrassment and desire. He didn’t understand any of it. Why was he feeling this way, so ashamed, so exposed – it wasn’t even his body was it?

Kelly knew, however, how the work she’d had done on JP’s mind would be already integrating his new body with his mind, his deepest sense of who he was – and it would only get more intense with each new experience and sensation.

He started to move his hands to cover himself after a moment of stunned hesitation but before the motion was complete, Kelly gripped him by the shoulders and turned him to her. JP wondered what she was going to do to him, how she would torture him further. She surprised him yet again but bringing her hands up to her own dress, stepping back as she pulled it up and over her head in a smooth, graceful motion. She stood less than two feet from him, tossing the garment aside and looking into his eyes and feeling the heat between them. All that she had on now was the tiniest white thong, thigh-high white stockings and high heels.

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