Threesome by Ed Cantor Chapter 3 (continued)

The strange sensation was back in JP’s body. He felt his nipples tighten, and he felt the quiver between his legs, the pulse in his clitoris. His mind and his body knew this was arousal, and his heart was beating faster as well. The strange part was that it felt better than an erection. It affected his whole body, it seemed.

Kelly pulled him to her, and they kissed hungrily. There was no need to tell JP to obey – in fact it would have been difficult to get him not to embrace her. He felt his nipples shoot electricity through him as his new breasts mashed against hers. Their hands were groping each other madly, urgently, and JP simply loved the feeling of her thin fingers dragging over his rounded bottom, pressing against his new sex, and kneading the firm flesh of his breasts.

Behind JP, Paulo loved the sight of the two of them locked in their passionate embrace. He wanted to touch his own erection, to build the sensation, so he quietly stripped out of all of his clothes and idly felt the heat and firmness of his cock in his fingers, sitting right back in his prime seat.

JP was completely oblivious to anything happening around him. Once the embarrassment of being nearly naked as a woman, especially in front on this horny man, was pushed out of his mind he found his mind fighting to keep up with all the new sensations it was receiving. This was the most his new body had ever been touched. And it was skin on skin, fingernails on flesh. Kelly’s hands were all over him, on his firm round breasts, sliding over his ass, between his thighs. He actually moaned into the kiss and realized his hips were grinding back, wanting more and more, wanting her hands inside his soaked panties.

Kelly was feeling nearly the same pleasure – perhaps not quite the same newness in her own sensations, thought it was the first time she’d ever kissed a “girl.” She loved the feel of tits in her hands, loved the warm wetness she felt through the silk, loved the sensation of being mashed up against a body much like her own – and knowing her lover was inside it. She laughed inside, thinking she loved him even more this way. When it came to getting some cock inside her, well, there was Paulo right there. She had never lost sight of him, and kept a watchful eye on him as he discarded his clothes, exposing a tight, firm body formed and tanned by hard outdoor work rather than gyms and tanning beds.

Kelly broke the kiss, released Ashley/JP from the tight embrace and slide towards Paulo. She moved between his knees, knelt down, and took his cock out of his hands. With a wet, slurping lick she took the well-sized shaft into her mouth. Paulo had done a good job of stroking himself to erection but she knew a few tricks to get him even stiffer and she went right to the enjoyable work.

JP hated the moment Kelly’s tongue slid out of his mouth, hated that her hands had slid away from his body. He hated to be standing there, aroused to the point of vibrating and left alone. He hated even more to see his lover, his Kelly on her knees with another man’s cock in her mouth. But then again, he wasn’t a man any more, was he? He didn’t have a cock to be sucked any more.

He shook his head, banishing the thought, at least for now. He wasn’t going to lose this sexual high, no matter what gender he was. He moved his eyes to Kelly’s ass, the white thong splitting her perfect cheeks, balanced above her splayed heels, as she wetly took more and more of Paulo’s length into her.

In a second, JP had his hands on that ass, roaming over her hips, tracing his fingers over the line of her panties, tracing the tops of her stockings, and simply pressing his body as close to her as he could. He reached around her with both hands, cupping her breasts, squeezing them tight, and feeling her nipples stiff against his palms.

Paulo was moments from cumming, the sensation of this wonderful woman devouring him, her tongue sliding around him like a snake, was only matched by the visuals of her lips tight around him while her friend did everything she could to touch and caress her. He wanted it, he wanted release, right then – he wanted to fill her mouth up with his cum – but she stopped, she pulled away. A trail of spittle mixed with precum linked his cockhead and her tongue for a moment, and her smile was so wicked that he couldn’t feel any regret. He could just see in her eyes the best was yet to come.

Kelly stood upright and turned to face JP. “It’s time, Ashley,” was all she said, and she firmly guided him backwards. When he felt his calves hit the bed he hesitated, balancing for a moment, but she kept pushing back, and he was on his back on the king-sized comforter in a heartbeat.

Moving around the side of the bed, Kelly’s fingers were in his bra, and in seconds it was gone. JP marvelled for a moment, feeling the weight of breasts, his breasts, on his chest – and the way they kept their shape even now in that obscene, pornographically silicone way. His nipples, exposed to the air, were pinkish red and crinkled tight and stiff, poking outwards at least three-quarters of an inch.

His eyes were quickly drawn away from his own body, new and exciting as it was, by the realization that Kelly was kneeling on the bed beside him now, and that she was peeling off her white thong panties. Once down to just the stockings and heels, she lifted a leg, and repositioned herself, so that she was kneeling over JP’s head, facing down the bed at Paulo, who had stood up to get a better look. On his back, gazing straight up, JP saw the sight he loved so well. He’d always enjoyed going down on Kelly, and this angle was intoxicating. His tongue was extended and ready to meet her velvet folds as she lowered herself slowly down.

JP had to arch his neck, bending his head back, to drive his tongue deeper, to taste the wonderful nectar so readily flowing, and to find her poking clit.. He loved it, and he moans he could hear convinced him that she was too.

Kelly smiled down, looking at the little slut, buried between her thighs as she rode his tongue. Her eyes caught Paulo’s, and she curled a finger to draw him closer, and to bring to completion her plans. She pressed down with her hips, letting JP’s face take more of her weight, effectively pinning him as Paulo approached.

Paulo’s cock was raging, watching these two women go at it, and he was finally going to get some release. He took his signal, and kneeled up on the end of the bed. JP had dug his heels into the bed to get greater leverage beneath Kelly, so his legs were already bent, knees raised in the air. He pushed those knees apart, and smiled wide, seeing the mound, obviously shaved and ready, beneath the red lace.

The red panties felt like string in his strong grip, and he tore them away as though they were nothing more than tissue paper. He edged closer on his knees and he took her ankles in his hands, unfolding her legs and lifting them, pointing her shoes towards the ceiling, placing them over his shoulders. His positioning lifted her ass right off the bed, and with one deep thrust, he was inside her tight wetness.

It took JP a moment to realize what was happening. When it dawned on him, he wanted to scream, panic, run. His screams were lost against Kelly’s cunt, and his panic only made his mouth a better vibrator. Kelly felt him starting to squirm beneath her, and she just put more of her weight onto him, pinning him down, even landing her knees over his hands.

For JP, trapped underneath his lover, time seemed to have gone from racing out of control to an intense slow motion. He was being fucked! Fucked in his brand new, virgin pussy. There was a cock, a man’s cock, pounding into him. It was an overwhelming sensation, obviously new, and one that he couldn’t put into words or thoughts. He felt the shaft slide into him, mixed with a kind of sense-memory of his own former member and how it felt on such occasions. This was more powerful, an experience not only inside out, but ten times more intense. It was almost like jerking off with a tight fist, but with the inside of his hand as wonderfully alive with sensation as the underside of his cockhead.

Aside from the immediate pleasure of each thrust – and it was pure pleasure, no matter how much his mind rebelled – there was a slowly building sensation along with it. He couldn’t quite localize it. At first it felt like he needed to pee, then it was almost pain, then it was pleasure, pure and intense. He felt his breath quickening, he felt his skin heat up, and he was panting against Kelly’s wet cunt.

Above him, Kelly and Paulo leaned close to each other, allowing their tongues to meet mid thrusts in urgent kisses, while they jointly ride the slut beneath them.

JP felt like he was losing grip of reality, of his body and senses. The sensations just kept building and building. He new, if he was still a man, that he would have cum long ago, if he had been feeling sensations so intense. But now, as a woman, as Ashley, he still needed more, wanted more, even though he had no idea how he could take it. He was squirming as much as he could, his arms searching about for flesh to touch – Kelly’s, Paulo’s; it didn’t matter.

Then he felt it. It was like a tremble at first, a spasm, but not his own. It was Paulo’s cock. Paulo’s thrusts got more jerky too, and then he could feel it, inside him, inside his pussy. There was cum shooting into him, and he felt new muscles within himself, as he tightened his cunt and squeezed. He was instinctively gripping the pulsing shaft, milking it of each drop. God, he could feel the warmth of cum inside him, and he could feel the flesh slide wetly inside him, against him, like he could identify the veins dragging over his plumped clit.

His clit was on fire; it felt like electricity pumped into his body through it. He was there, on his back, being fucked, eating out his lover, and being deeply and fully fucked by his new lover, a man, a man named Paulo. It was all too much. He came, with a wall of sensation that hit his body like a wave, nearly knocking the wind out of him, and his scream was lost against Kelly’s pussy, finally driving her over the edge as well. Her wetness was the last thing he tasted before losing consciousness..

Kelly and Paulo were exhausted as well, and they pulled wetly from each other, and from the limp body beneath them. They laid themselves down on either side of the glistening beauty and luxuriated in the feeling of the breeze on their bare skin.

It was maybe twenty minutes later when Ashley woke, shook her head, and remembered it all. Looking from one side to the other, seeing the lovely bodies on either side, she smiled. She leaned up on to her side then positioned herself up on all fours.

She knew she was new to being Ashley, and she knew she had a lot to learn, and that it wouldn’t be easy. She knew that it would take a lot to get used to being this way, starting with a new body first, then learning new desires and skills along the way. But she knew one thing more than any other – she would never be JP again.

With an internal smile, she bent her arms just enough to lower her face to the body beneath her, and she sucked Paulo’s half-erect cock into her mouth.

THE END