Possession Portal

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Chapter 2 So, for me, the best part about being a hopper is that I can be literally anyone. It was totally a fantasy come true when I learned of this precious gift. If I really trace it back, it goes back way into my childhood. I can remember wanting to be a family member of the sitcom families that I saw on tv. Not just a family member, but the characters themselves. How I longed to have the loving siblings and parents that were on those shows. Anything would have been better than growing up in my family. Pretty much, nobody saw me for who I was. My father tried in vain to mold me in his image, and my mother smothered the hell out of me. My older sister pretty much ignored me, because I garnered whatever attention she had once had as an only child. Not a very encouraging environment in which self-esteem could be built. As I got older, I was really into disguises. I imagined how cool it would be to be able to disguise myself as anyone. Any type of cartoon caper or comic that had a disguised villain or hero was tops in my book. Then came puberty and blossoming sexual energy. A strange journey in and of itself, but add a layer of seeing a Judy Garland female impersonator for the first time, and it was instant erection! Men disguising as women, and looking great while doing it?! Hello! Sign me up! How perfect would that be for me? But how could I do it? Magic? Not likely. Masks and bodysuits? Only a dream. Holograms? Physical touch would give that away. Possession? I’m still alive, and not a demon to boot. Although I never had the method for transformation, I could still dream. And dreamed I did. What would it be like to disguise myself as a beautiful woman? They have so much power! Men falling at their feet! Sugar-daddies! Privilege! Wealth! Opportunity! Ahh, to be a beautiful woman and have power over someone else for a change. To be able to fool someone into believing that I’m the beautiful woman that I appear to be would give me even more power. I know something that you don’t dear boyfriend. Somebody’s getting fucked here, and it’s not me! Take what happened after the conference the next day. Christine tracked down Tim (the interrupter) from the night before. He fell all over us at the bar the next night. And ya know, we paid him in spades. He tried to wrangle one of his friends into our triumvirate, and we did our best to keep Tim’s friend on the edge of the unknown. Call us teases if you will, but look at it from our perspective. Tim’s friends will exalt him for weeks to come as the man who scored the two hotties that one night. Plus we did rock his world on the dance floor, oh and the taxi ride back. He also was the envy of every lone businessman at the hotel bar. We wanted to build his confidence and make sure that he was seen with one of us on each arm. When we got him up to the room, we took our sweet time. And God bless him, he let us lead the way. We even employed some creative camera shots with his camera phone so that our faces were never shown. My personal favorite was dismounting from Ali after Tim finally passed out and getting some face shots for our hero Tim. Anthony hopped out of Christine, and we got Tim some face shots of her too. We hope that he’ll be pleasantly surprised when he finds those pictures on his camera. So you see, I was an emotional pauper who now gets to spread the wealth. How I wish someone would have done that with me. I guess that’s why I love the hopping so much. And yet, there’s this little nagging voice that reminds me that I’m not the one really being paid attention to. It’s all the different faces that I wear. Those are the people who are being paid attention, not me. How do I get paid attention to? How can I repair this old wound? “Ali! Come on sweetheart, we’ve gotta get dressed and get to the airport.” Right, the airport. Anthony always has some tricks up his sleeve to get us from city to city without ever having to pay for it. Daytona, New York, Paris, St. Maarten, New Orleans, Honolulu… I’ll have to pay more attention to how he does it. “Where are we off to this time, Anthony?” I ask him using his name for the first time in a week. It seems appropriate because our time in Ali and Christine is winding down. We’ll get them to the airport so they don’t miss their flight, and that’s possibly where the next adventure begins. “Well, we’re off to the Bay area.” “Which bay numb-nuts?” “That would be the San Francisco Bay area douche-bag.” “Bitch.” “Jeff, you won’t be calling me bitch once we get there. I’ll tell you more once we get on the plane.” We get to the airport with it seems like hours before Ali and Christine need to board their plane. It helps for them to come to their senses after we dismount so that they can board their plane on their own. For us it doesn’t really matter because we can take any airline we want no matter what the schedule. We just need to find our mounts. This is where Anthony shines. He’s done this so many times that I swear he must have some sixth sense about who’s going where we want to be. This time around he finds us a newlywed couple. I find this out when the couple approaches me and I see Anthony in the man’s wife. “Ali! It is you! I was just telling Brandon that I thought you looked familiar. Remember me from UCSC? Amy Matthews, well as of yesterday Amy Taylor.” “Amy. Yes, now I remember. I don’t think that we ran in the same social circle, but I do remember having a girl-crush on you.” I want to see if I can make Anthony blush, but it’s Brandon who does the blushing. “Brandon, nice to meet you, and congratulations to both of you. Let me guess, you’re off to San Francisco?” “How did you know?” asks Brandon. Just to play with him a little, I just say that I guessed since they probably need an international airport for a foreign honeymoon destination. Amy invites us to sit together while we wait for our respective flights, and I need to find a place to mount Brandon. This will be more challenging that Anthony’s hop, which I imagine he did in the lady’s room. I’m a little pissed at Anthony for giving me the more challenging mount, but he knows that I love challenges. I also want to do this fairly quickly since I don’t want the newly unhopped Christine running in to me while I’m still occupying Ali. I’m on the look-out for a discrete and private place to dismount and re-mount, and my prospects don’t look too good. We settle on a little restaurant that’s not too crowded at 10:30 am. I tip the hostess a $20.00 bill for the big booth way in the back, and let her know that we just want some privacy for old friends to catch up with each other. Fortunately, it’s one on those round booths so that Anthony and I can sit on either side of Brandon. We order some coffee and pastries as Amy and I catch up with one another. I’m scoping out methods for my way in to Brandon when my phone rings. I can see from the caller ID that it’s Christine, who I’m sure has a zillion questions. I’m not ready to go there with her, and turn the ringer off. I accidentally drop my phone under the table as I try to stuff it back into Ali’s purse. Of all the dumb luck… “Fuck, I just dropped my phone. Brandon, can you help me reach it? I think it’s behind your feet under the bench.” As he heads under the table, I give Anthony a quick wink, who replies with some exaggerated eye-rolling. I dive under the table after Brandon, and start my dismount. I take him completely by surprise and he bucks for some time as the process of the mounting takes place. Fortunately, his loving wife Amy, my buddy Anthony, users her leverage on his rounded back to keep him under the table. It does stir up quite a commotion, and draws the waitress over. I can hear Amy tell the waitress very sweetly that we’re rummaging around for a dropped phone. To confirm the story, I pop Brandon’s head up and tell her that I found it. However, this leaves the semi-comatose body of Ali under the table. Once the waitress turns her heels, I pull Ali up from under the table and place her in a position in which she’s lying down across the booth bench with her head in my lap. I stroke her silky auburn hair. “Married for less than 24 hours and you’ve already got some slut.” Amy spits out at me. I look at her for about a second, and play right along. “Honey, it’s not what you think.” “It’s not, is it? Well, let me tell you something Brandon: I think you must be bored with me and that you’re starting to stray. So, I’m going to take every opportunity I have to keep you interested in me.” With that she places her hand on my cock and gives a nice squeeze. She leans in and whispers, “Mile high club to kick off the honeymoon? It’ll have to be a quickie since it’s a short flight.” We left Ali curled up on the booth with her cell phone ringer on high and vibrate so that she’ll wake up the next time Christine attempts to call her. Amy and I quietly slip out of the restaurant and walk hand-in-hand to our gate. For all intents and purposes, we look like a newlywed couple on the way to their honeymoon. And with Amy nibbling the fuck out of my ear, I damn well feel like a newlywed couple. I must say that I also see the brilliance in Anthony’s selection of our mounts. They actually have more than just a layover in San Francisco, they’ll be spending a couple of nights there at the St. Francis, so it makes our dismounting that much more easy. Like I said before, he’s a master with that uncanny knack of finding the right hop. That we’ll be usurping their nights in San Francisco, I’m a little uneasy about. Christ, it’s their honeymoon. Hopefully for them this will be their only one, and I just don’t think that I can be a part of taking it over from them. Once we’re settled on the plane, Anthony begins to inform me of his San Francisco scheme. Before he can lay it out, I throw some caution to the wind and tell him how uneasy that I am to take over Brandon and Amy’s honeymoon. Though I can tell he’s a little disappointed since he was hoping for lots of honeymoon sex, he will abide by wish to dismount when we can and turn their trip back over to them. “Kiddo, you’ve got some weird ethics every now and then. I mean, here’s our opportunity to kick back and relax for a few days in SF, at the most primo hotel , and yet you’ll just let it slip away so Amy and Brandon can have their own honeymoon memories. You’re always thinking about someone else. How about thinking about yourself for a change?” “Sweetheart… Here’s something for me: I want you to take that blanket, spread it across our laps, and give me a hand-job.” “What?! No mile-high club in the aft bathroom? You selfish prick!” “Hey now, what happened to thinking about myself for a change?” “That doesn’t count when it comes to me!” And with that, Anthony displays the biggest pout face he can muster up in Amy’s body. “Cutie-pie,” I say, “I’ve never made it to the mile-high club. Don’t think that I’ll miss that one. Especially with you! I know who butters my bread…” “Aww… Honey we had our first honeymoon fight. I can’t wait for the make-up sex!”, she purrs in my ear. God I love when she does that. “But first, the San Francisco plan. Do you want to know now, or let it unfold before your very eyes?” I’m feeling like an unknown journey would certainly perk me up, so I opt to let it unfold. Her devilish gleam is both exciting and a tad anxiety producing. What am I about to get myself into? My beautiful bride slips something out of her purse and then covers herself up with the blanket. She seems to be squirming around quite a bit, and then her squirms become more rhythmic. Then it dawns on me what she’s doing. “Are you masturbating sweetheart?,” I ask her. “Couldn’t you wait?” She slows down a bit, opens her eyes, and turns her head to me. “Have you ever fucked in a plane’s bathroom before? I thought not. Lesson number 317: always carry a bottle of lube when flying. 1. It allows for easier penetration, as you know, because 2. There’s not much room in there for foreplay, 3. the bathroom soap sucks as a lube, 4. we want quick and easy penetration, and most importantly, 5. while you may blow your load in there, I may not. So, I’m going to orgasm now, so that maybe, just maybe, we can come together in the 5 to 10 minute window that we’ll be in there.” And with that, she returns to masturbating. God, why didn’t I think of that? I guess because I haven’t been there yet. I lift up the armrest that’s between us, and motion for her to lean in to me. I grab another blanket and wrap her torso with it. We readjust slightly so that I can place my arm under the blanket, across her shoulders and place my hand over her breast. I knead it ever so gently, and once her nipples come to life I place my thumb and forefinger and give her a continuous rhythmic twist. Amy picks up her pace and after some time I feel her orgasm course through her body. Once her breathing returns to a slightly elevated pace, she grabs my hand and says, “Let’s go tiger!” We make our way back to the bathroom, and I suddenly feel self-conscious. I imagine that everyone knows what we’re about to do. Then it dawns on me that who cares? They don’t see me at all. They see some guy named Brandon. And Brandon is a big fucking stud who could give a shit what other people think. Wow! Talk about brain re-wiring in less than 10 seconds… When we get to the rear galley, Amy motions for me to wait a minute, and then come to the door. In the meanwhile, I start to work myself up to a throbbing cock. This is not too difficult as I’m excited as hell to join the prestigious mile-high club. I open the door after a quick knock, and slip inside. Amy’s got her sundress hiked up to her shoulders, and her thong moved to the side. “How is she?,” I ask. “How’s who?,” she replies. “It’s me, your wife, Amy, and I’m all juiced up and ready to initiate you!” Right, the role play… She slowly bends over and places her hands against the wall. I spit in my hand and with a few quick strokes I’ve given my cock some homemade lube. I have to bend my knees just a little to get myself in the right position, and rub my head against her dripping moist lips. A slight bump, forces me into her and I realize that this is not some slow seduction. The elements are against us, so I attempt to ease in as much as possible. Definitely not easy. Once I can feel the full lubrication of my cock with her lube and juices, I start the motion. God, she’s so warm and juicy! Ah, she’s into Kegel exercises, that’s nice…. 1-2-3 squeeze…. Oops another air pocket… I grab both of her hips for more leverage. There it is, getting deeper. Sweeeeet…. Here are my Kegels sweetheart…. Amy’s got her own little mantra going over and over, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” and then a kegel. I appreciate her hands against the wall as it offers her some leverage and stability. But why the hell am I thinking that? Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, squeeeeze…. There’s a knock on the door, and we both say “Occupied!” and then laugh hysterically. Whoops! More than one person in there. I can feel my orgasm rising, and I shift ever so slightly so as to not come just yet. “I’m ready sweetheart, where are you at?” Just a minute she replies. So I take my left hand and stick it in my mouth to get it good and wet and then I start flicking her clitoris. “That’s it lover-boy. Uhn, Uhn, uhn…” I feel it starting to build within her, and bring my attention back to my cock. I shift again, feel the friction, rejoin the dance, feel light-headed, and release. She follows a few moments later. Not much of a post-bliss moment in an airplane lavatory. I look in the mirror at the usual awkward site of me and Anthony in some form of embrace. But what I see this time shocks the hell out of me. “Amy! What’s happened to your face?!” “Huh? Jesus Christ kid, you scared the fuck out of me! For a minute there I thought that you were really Brandon, and that you could see my real face.” “What?! I’m confused. I thought that you were really Amy because I can really see her face and not yours. What the fuck is going on?” “Tell you what kid. Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll tell you what I know when we get back to our seats.” On our way back to our seats, we ask the flight attendant for a double bloody mary and a double gin and tonic. They arrive shortly after we do. “So what gives Anthony? How come I can’t see your face? How come I can only see Amy’s face? Are we having a bad hop? Is there such a thing? Do some hops just fuck you up?” “Slow down, I ain’t the fuckin’ Shell answer man. No there’s no trouble with these hops. They’re just like any other hops – no big deal – nothing special. This happens sometimes…” “What happens sometimes? Are you stuck in her? Can you get out?” “Jesus Christ, ‘Brandon’! Take a fucking chill pill. There’s no problem. Just hold your questions and listen. Can you do that? Good.” I fill my mouth with a pull from my G & T instead of filling it with questions. “Okay, sometimes this happens to me, and I’m going to stress ‘me’ here. Occasionally I have the ability to hide the “tell” so to speak. I don’t always know when it’s going to happen, and what exactly causes it. I mean, I have some ideas, but nothing I want to get into just yet. Are you with me so far?,” he asks. “Yes, I have some questions, but I can wait.” “Good boy. Now, as I was saying. This doesn’t happen all the time – only occasionally. It freaked the hell out of me the first time it happened. You know the reaction – where’d my fuckin’ face go?! I asked my sponsor about it when it first happened. He said that I was pretty fucking lucky. Not everyone has experienced ‘loss of face’. He heard of some hoppers who mastered the ability to hide their real face. Hidden from the other hoppers. Can you imagine? He even told me about one guy who would wake up his mount once inside of her. I don’t know the circumstances, but that seems pretty risky to me. So, long story short, my friend. Funky things happen. I imagine that most hoppers don’t pay attention to these extra gifts because they’re usually too busy getting’ their rocks off. And if they do notice, they probably attribute it to whatever they’ve been partying on – drugs, alcohol, you name it.” We sit together in silence for a long time. I don’t quite know how to digest this new information. I mean, I never thought that I’d hop people, and yet here I am doing it. What else is possible? Anthony’s face is back, to my relief. “So you had some questions, Hon-?,” he asks. “Well, what’s the point of questions that can’t really be answered? Are you curious about being able to master this ability? What would you do if you did? I don’t know I’m just rambling on.” “How old are you kid? Mid-twenties? I’m forty five and I have no idea how this all works – how life works – how hopping works. I’ve learned that you can’t know everything, that you can’t prepare for anything. I’m not being a defeatist here. I’m being a realist. I have no control over what happens. I can only make choices about what presents itself to me. Hopefully they’ll be somewhat informed decisions, but not always. Capisce?” I see that Anthony’s presenting me with Zen and the Art of Body-hopping. At least his take. “You side-stepped my question there.” I mean, come on, I want to know what he’s going to do. “Well, I didn’t answer it how you wanted me to. Yes, no, maybe, I don’t know. Take your pick. Let’s turn that question around. How does my decision about me concern you? What will you get from my answer? Truly, my answer is not important to you. How would you answer that same question for yourself? Are you curious about having that ability? What would you do if you had it?” Not exactly the response that I was expecting from Anthony. Not really the one that I was wanting either. I’m a little pissed off that he won’t answer my question, and yet his throwing the question back at me really gives me some food for thought. Amy finishes her bloody mary, lets down the tray on the empty seat next to her and puts her plastic cup on it, and puts her tray in the up position. She puts the armrest between her and the empty seat up as well, and twists herself around so that her feet are on the empty seat. She then lowers the front of her torso to the front of mine so that her back is to the seat in front of me. She snuggles in like a cat trying to get comfortable on a lap. Amy tips her head back a bit and looks at me for quite a while. Although I see Anthony’s face, I kind of wish it was Amy’s face. “Penny for your thoughts slugger…” “Well… You feel like a duck, you sound like a duck, you smell like a duck, you certainly fucked like a duck, but I kind of wish you looked completely like a duck. I didn’t know that that was even possible until twenty minutes ago. I guess that I want the full illusion. Hell, I want to be able to do what you did. No more hiding from camera phones, mirrors, reflective glass…” I trail off in thought again. The rest of flight was nothing to write home about. Anthony did have a surprise for me when we landed at SFO. He called ahead for a limo pickup at the airport. Well, a town-car was more like it. Still, it’s really nice not having to rely on a shuttle or taxi to get anywhere. I’ll have to remember this for future travel. Anthony’s such a pro, and I have so much to learn from him. I just hope that he doesn’t tire of me… From arrival through check-in through actually being in the room at the St. Francis was smooth as silk. Our room wasn’t exactly the honeymoon suite, but we did have a spectacular view of the city. It wasn’t my first time in San Francisco, but I’m amazed every time I return. This time has to be tops. Anthony was right, this hotel is primo! And this is exactly why I don’t want to take over Brandon and Amy’s stay here. “Kiddo, how about we switch up? I thought that you’d might enjoy a little go in Amy here. You know, have a bath, get cleaned up, get dirty again. You know the drill.” “Jeez, you make it so romantic. But you know that does sound good to me. I still don’t want to take over their honeymoon. I was hoping that we could set them up with a nice dinner somewhere, find another hop, and let them enjoy their stay. That’s what would work for me.” I hope that he can hear that without hearing it as nagging. “Dude… I’ve got it covered. We’ll dismount by four o’clock maybe five o’clock the latest, and we’ll each have someone to hop into ready and waiting for us. No worries, huh?” “Aww, it’s so cute when you call me dude. Okay, let’s do it.” Once we settle things up and we exchange our hops, I ended up having the most incredible bubble-bath. The tub was huge! It really helped that Anthony set me up with some candles and some really soothing music. He dallied a bit in the main room; I imagine getting things ready for our replacement hops, and dinner for the two honeymooners. We ended up having sex only the one time in the afternoon. I must say that it wasn’t as exhilarating as on the plane, but it was fun none-the-less! I guess what I’m actually discovering for myself is that I love sex, but most importantly I love sharing it with someone who actually considers me in the relationship. Take Anthony for example. He’s phenomenal in the sack. Not because he’s all about the orgasm – it’s because he’s attentive to whomever he’s with. He makes everyone feel at ease. He’ll make sure that you’re comfortable – that it feels good for you. He doesn’t press his agenda upon you. It really is a dance with him, sometimes he leads, and sometimes you lead. Not to be all air-fairy, but it’s truly an organic process that unfolds from moment to moment. I really like that. As we bask in out post-sex bliss, I feel so fortunate to be here. I can feel my heart beating strong, and my breath returning to normal. I love the smell of the crisp sheets, the bubble-bath that’s still lingering on my skin (although I’m in Amy, it feels like my skin), and the musky smell of sex that occasionally wafts up from beneath the sheets. And that I’m in the arms of someone that really cares for me is the bonus special. Or is this just an illusion that I’m falling for? The role play? Maybe I just can’t trust myself. Maybe I just need to stop hopping and feel it for myself. Fucking Doubt! Goddamned ambivalence! What the hell is real? “You’re heads burning, kiddo. I can feel it going a mile a minute. Care to share?” Ugh. How the hell did I get to be so transparent. “The fucking usual: ambivalence and doubt. Is this real? Are you real? Am I real? What’s really happening here? Can I even trust how good this feels? When’s the other shoe going to drop? I’m just fucking sick and tired…” I just blurt out totally uncensored. Anthony turns Brandon’s body toward mine, and he moves in for the spoon. He hooks his arm underneath mine, and put’s Brandon’s hand between my breasts – just over my heart, really. He holds me there until it seems like our breath synchs with each other. But kind of the opposite effect – his out breath to my in breath. It feels very soothing to me, and I notice that I start to bring my awareness more to this feeling than my thoughts. “Listen kiddo, I don’t know what it was like for you growing up, but I have a pretty good idea that you probably didn’t get appropriate attention from your family. And I personally think that that’s a fucking shame, cuz they missed out on what an amazing person you are. Hell kid, I really like you. I just don’t hang around with anybody. I hang out with you cuz you’re fucking brilliant, and creative, and fun. I may tease you about your ethics, but I really admire you for them. Most hoppers could really give a fuck about who they hop. They steal money, they abuse their mounts’ bodies, get people fired, do all kinds of mean nasty shit, and then just dump them. No fucking remorse. Maybe that’s the kind of shit your family did to you, because you just won’t engage in that stupid shit. I really admire how you care about people, about your mounts. I mean just look at where we are right now. Brandon and Amy on their honeymoon. I know how much it means for you to let them have it themselves, and I really respect you for that. And by the way, they’ll be having dinner at the Slanted Door with a great view of the Bay at sunset. You have heart kid, and it’s contagious. I like that about you.” We lay there for some time, as I’m trying to find a place for that to land. And I can tell that it’s landing somewhere within me, because my eyes are getting moist. Anthony moves just a little so that he can place his mouth next to my ear. I know because I can feel the warmth of his breath caressing my ear. He ever so gently whispers into my ear: “You’re so special, you can do anything.” I feel the hot tears rolling down Amy’s cheeks.

Kristin sauntered slowly through the foyer, passing through to the large living room area. This area looked considerably more elegant and modern, with the center focus being the large L-shaped beige leather couch accompanying a modern black and beige coffee table, with a floral arrangement of orchids in a Tuscan style vase placed in the center. Polly soon followed, walking a bit further, as the living room area continued seamlessly into a similarly themed dining table with matching chairs. Polly ran her fingers along the carefully varnished surface of the dining table. “Damn…you ain’t kiddin’ Lou, Mrs. Adams IS livin’ large, hehe…but how?” “Harry…yo, check dis shit out!” said Kristin, chuckling deeply while holding up a medium-sized photo frame. The photo was Polly’s wedding photo, and it looked pretty recent. Polly looked ravishingly beautiful as the lovely redheaded bride, wearing a silk white wedding gown with a long graceful matching satin train. In the photo she was directly facing the figure of a tall, handsome, dark-haired man wearing a black tux and red cummerbund. “Hehe, where did you get that photo of me and my…ahem, hubby?” smiled Polly. Kristin answered by silently pointing to an empty space on one of the neatly arranged shelves that decorated the far living room walls; both shelves were located on opposite sides from the 60” LED TV that was also perfectly mounted into the wall. “Bitch musta been a fuckin’ gold digger, so dat would explain ev’rythin.” Harry/Polly nodded, closing her eyes. For a few seconds, Harry could see images of Polly’s wonderful wedding day to her husband (who was named Thomas), their honeymoon cruise to the Eastern Caribbean, and the silver BMW 7 Series that Thomas was able to give to his wife for her recent 35th birthday, due to his high-level position as Executive Vice- President of Operations at BMW of North America. “Yeah, you’re right…husband is the one who has the dough.” “Still doesn’t explain why dis bitch wastes her fuckin’ time workin’ at dat museum.” said Kristin. “Who cares?” Polly said, smirking. “Now that we know Polly is loaded, it should be easy for us to access her private accounts so that we’ll have plenty of cash while at Vegas.” “Fuck yeah!” growled Kristin enthusiastically as she head to the ultra- modern designed, spacious kitchen set next to the dining area. Opening the fridge, Kristin searched for some food and drink, inadvertently jutting her shapely bottom out and in full view. The sight of her curvaceous posterior caused Polly to bite her lower lip gently, as she tried not to dart her naughty green eyes from getting a closer look. Polly took her handbag, placing it on the dining room table. She then pulled out a mysterious large brown paper bag that was rather hefty in her delicate hands. She called out, “You finished snoopin’ around buddy?” Kristin replied as she closed the fridge.”Yeah, dis bitch ain’t got shit to eat except for bottled waters and healthy chicken salad packages.” she grimaced. “When we get to Vegas you best be lookin’ for the best all-you-can-eat buffets cause I sure ain’t gonna eat like a fuckin’ bird Harry!” Polly winked. “Don’t worry Lou - I’m sure we’ll be having a great time over there.” Speaking of ‘great times’, let’s make one of our own now. We still got some time to kill, so…” Polly deliberately shook the brown paper bag in front of Kristin playfully. “Wanna head upstairs?” Kristin’s eyes widened as her lovely lips turned into a devilish, mischievous grin. “Lead the way Mrs. Adams, hehe…” Lou replied in Kristin’s mellifluous tone as Kristin followed Polly, holding the six- packs with both of her dainty hands, up the large staircase to the second floor, heading for the master bedroom… Elizabeth was standing outside the car rental office, surfing the Internet on her smartphone, semi-guarding her personal luggage and handbag as well as Jessica’s luggage. She was waiting on Jessica, who was inside finalizing the arrangements for the rental care. The two girls had finally landed at Los Angeles International Airport, but Elizabeth was already becoming rather bored and annoyed at her sister Jessica. Eddie knew that he had to continue to play the part of the ‘younger sister’ and while Jessica was amazingly sexy with all of the right curves, her sisterly, dismissive nature REALLY got on Eddie’s nerves. Eddie reminded himself though that a much more twisted personality similar to his own, would soon replace Jessica’s current demeanor. Elizabeth looked down at herself, placing her smartphone back in her small beige Gucci handbag. She still could not stop appraising her sexy, curvaceous body and its athletic frame. Eddie had thankfully already spent last night selecting a casual yet attractive outfit he would wear for this morning’s trip, so even though he had woken up late (at least by Jessica’s standards), it didn’t take him very long to dress, brush Elizabeth’s long honey-blonde locks, and apply his makeup utilizing Elizabeth’s memories and thought patterns. In particular, Elizabeth was adorned today in a low-cut navy blue tank top tucked into a snug-fitting pair of short, faded, slightly frayed pair of daisy dukes; the ensemble was complemented by a relaxed, loose fitting, purple and blue checkered collared shirt which Elizabeth left unbuttoned, allowing passersby to gaze at her magnificent cleavage. Eddie chose to keep Elizabeth braless this time; in addition, Elizabeth was wearing a lacey white pair of panties which fit rather snugly against her smooth, silky skin. Her hair had been softly brushed and arranged, with only a few stray strands obscuring Elizabeth’s baby blues, which she deftly remedied by either blowing her hair off to the side or brushing it back. She had also squeezed her dainty feet into a stylish pair of 3-inch cream-colored sandals which unfortunately were a bit uncomfortable, causing Elizabeth to lift her legs every so often to adjust the straps. As always, Elizabeth’s angelic face was practically perfect, with a light layer of strawberry-flavored lip gloss adorning her lips, and a similarly shaded color eyeshadow which accentuated her gorgeous baby blue eyes. Suddenly, Elizabeth heard her smartphone go off, accompanied by a melodious series of notes, indicating a text message. Pressing the center button, she noticed a text from Aunt Polly: “Hey you guys landed yet?” Elizabeth quickly texted back: “Yes.” Aunt Polly: “Good. This is Lou. Change of plans, me and Harry are at already at the aunt’s. Bitch is fucking loaded. Meet us there.” Elizabeth smiled. “Nice dude,” she texted. “Sounds good.” Aunt Polly: “Do NOT tell the sister where we are for now.” Elizabeth nodded as she replied to the text. “Sure, no problem.” Just then, Jessica came out with the keys to the rental car. Like Elizabeth, Jessica chose to wear something casual, choosing a sleeveless red collared shirt with only few buttons undone, which not only showed off her cleavage but also revealed the black lace bra she wore underneath, encasing and supporting her impressively prominent 34DD breasts and keeping them secure. Jessica had also chosen to wear a pair of tight-fitting denim jeans complemented by a pair of ankle- high brown boots, which appropriately matched the outfit of a young, vibrant, fashion-conscious woman. For the trip, Jessica chose to wear her hair in a relaxed ponytail, which cascaded neatly down to her upper back. Jessica took out her sunglasses and placed them on, as she dangled the keys in front of Elizabeth, “Ok Lizzy, I got the car. Sadly it’s not a BMW…” “Oh well…no worries sis, I’m not picky.” replied Elizabeth, before quickly placing her smartphone back in her Gucci handbag. “It’ll take us about half an hour to get to the museum to meet up with Aunt Polly,” said Jessica, “but traffic shouldn’t be too bad since it’s only 11:00 in the morning.” “Oh that reminds me sis, I got a text from…” said Elizabeth, catching herself in mid-sentence. “You got a text? Text from who?” asked Jessica, curious. “O-Oh…n-nothing sis, I didn’t say anything. I lost my…um, train of thought.” Said a nervous Elizabeth, still feeling uncomfortable. Jessica looked at Elizabeth, shaking her head before gathering her bags. “Well, let’s get a move-on to the museum. Aunt Polly told us to meet her in the front of the main exhibit hall.” Elizabeth nodded, “Ok Jess,” as she grabbed her own belongings and followed Jessica to the rental car lot. Kristin waited rather impatiently, holding Polly’s semi-heavy brown paper bag. “Shit dawg, what’s takin’ so damn long?” “Patience, my horny friend, patience…” said Polly as she carefully opened the heavy, large wood panel doors, allowing the two of them access to the Adams’s master bedroom. Flipping on a nearby switch, the two bodyhopped women were all of a sudden completely floored by the extensive wood paneling that was the main theme of Polly Adams’s modern-looking boudoir. The bedroom was an amalgamation of brown and white, with two separate entryways the retreated farther into the bedroom. The centerpiece of course was the luxurious dark brown, four- poster king-sized bed with mahogany red sheets. Another large 46” LED TV was inlaid into the wood paneling on the wall opposite the bed, and there was an intricately designed ceiling fan located directly above the bed. Polly walked over to the left entryway, which opened into a separate white door. Opening this door revealed two large, spacious wardrobes. One obviously housed the majority of Polly’s attire, while the other accommodated her husband’s. In contrast, Kristin sauntered into the other entryway, leading another white door. Upon opening it, Kristin beheld a spacious, marble-themed bathroom, complete with an oval shaped jacuzzi with multiple jets, perfect for two people, as well as a large, rectangular standing shower that spanned the full width of the bathroom. Opposite the jacuzzi was a generously sized white marble bathtub, with golden faucets, and of course all the necessary bathroom accouterments, including a collection of body oils, body washes, shampoos, conditioners, and a small variety of scented soaps. The sink was just as ornate, with three separate washbasins, also with golden handles. “Holy shit man, we hit da jackpot!” shouted Kristin as she looked at her manly looking reflection in the mirror. Polly approached her from behind, her wrinkled, masculine visage also noticeable from the lit bathroom mirror. “Yes indeed, there’s no doubt that my mount has got not just the body but the goods too, hehe…” Polly remarked, winking as she took off her blue business jacket and tossed it on top of the bed, before eagerly cupping her ample 38C breasts which were currently encased and supported underneath her blouse. “Well Lou my old friend, shall we experience the finer details of this wonderfully arranged and available bedroom?” asked Polly, a twisted smirk incongruously appearing on her face. “Hehe…why yes Mrs. Adams. You know I am always at your service.” replied Kristin in her feminine, obedient tone, which Lou masterfully imitated. Polly made her way back to the large king-sized bed, sitting herself gingerly on top of the bed. The soft gentle touch of the mahogany red silk sheets made her gasp, as she slid back a few inches, biting her lower lip and gesturing her dutiful yet decadent secretary to join her. Kristin/Lou smiled, wasting no time as she too aggressively approached the bed with a lascivious look that was strangely perverse on her youthful-looking face. She leaned towards Polly, quickly unfastening the buttons of her light yellow blouse, as her own magnificent cleavage slowly revealed itself for Polly’s delightful, personal pleasure. Polly, or rather Harry, acknowledged his wanton, lustful desire for Kristin’s svelte body, smiling and moaning in his deep, resonant baritone, which gradually grew louder as Kristin completely unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacey red lace demi-cup bra that spectacularly showed off Kristin’s ample assets. Guided by his lecherous nature, Harry made Polly’s slender fingers reach for Kristin’s generously proportioned 36D breasts, and begin lightly groping them…as Kristin continued to lean her body closer. Parting their lips, both Polly and Kristin made intimate contact, with Kristin slipping her moist tongue, her delicate fingers sensually teasing along the soft fabric of Polly’s white blouse, wandering upwards while helping to undo the rest of the blouse’s buttons. Very soon, both ladies were kissing and molesting each other with wild abandon, their bountiful breasts colliding gently against each other. Kristin cradled Polly’s waist, lowering the two of them against the satin mahogany bed sheets. Once they both made contact, Kristin began to slink her body forward, her fingers grabbing hold of Polly’s white pleated skirt. She traced her fingers along the gentle sides of Polly’s hips, before subsequently unfastening Polly’s belt buckle and removing it from her perfect hourglass figure. “Mmmm…already gettin’ to the good stuff Miss Jacobs?” Polly chuckled deeply, biting her lower lip and rolling her eyes back. “Mmmm…been dyin’ to fuck ma’ boss ev’r since I started workin’ for her, hehe…” said Kristin gruffly, showing a devious smile. Polly leaned her torso forward, and began to wiggle her hips, as the friction between her garment and the bed allowed her skirt to slowly slide downwards, exposing a matching white pair of lace panties which were set very high against Polly’s waist and pleasing inner thighs. Kristin further assisted, dragging her skirt past Polly’s lovely legs, but not before removing Polly’s navy blue pumps and blindingly flinging them to the floor. “Hehe, dat’s soooo much better,” grinned Kristin, shortly before sliding her own satin skirt downwards, revealing a matching red lace string bikini bottom. Polly nodded, grunting in approval, looking at the articles of clothing that had been haphazardly tossed to the floor. She idly teased a soft, curly lock of her dark red hair, while her other hand traced along her taut stomach. “So…what do you want to do to your ‘boss’ now, hehe…” Kristin grabbed the nearby brown paper bag and placed it next to her, while she climbed back up onto the bed, and straddled Polly’s shapely thighs. Polly/Harry moaned in her deep manly voice, completely sexually aroused by the sight of Lou wearing Kristin’s tight fitting body, and how well the flimsy yet alluring red lace demi-bra and matching string bikini accentuated Kristin’s wonderful curves. “Hmmm…let’s see,” said Kristin, as her right hand gracefully went into the brown paper bag. Turning her head away, Kristin dug through the bag till she felt something rather thick and rubbery, and grasped it firmly. Withdrawing her hand from the paper bag, she smiled as she pulled out an 8-inch pink silicone rubber dildo, waving it proudly in front of Polly. “We gotsa winner, boss lady!” she chuckled. Polly’s smile also widened considerably as she unconsciously began to slowly spread her legs, and backed her body closer against the bed. Holding the dildo and caressing the rubbery surface, Kristin brandished the sex toy playfully, flicking a small switch, as the dildo began to make a low-pitched humming sound. Meanwhile, Polly deftly reached over and around Kristin’s chest to locate the clasp of Kristin’s demi-bra. Releasing it, Kristin’s supple, pert breasts plunged and bobbed freely, titillating Polly’s own sensitive nipples as she casually glanced at their dance-like swaying. Polly gasped as she cupped her own breasts, letting her fingers trace along the small circumference of her light brown areolae, then lightly tapping and pinching her nipples. “Mmmmm….shove that dildo inside me Miss Jacobs. Push it in REALLY good!” commanded Polly in a curt, unladylike stern tone. Kristin dutifully complied, as she maneuvered the vibrating dildo first in-between Polly’s healthy cleavage, the tiny vibrations sending erotic signals all over Polly’s shapely form. She dragged the dildo then along the middle of Polly’s well-toned abdomen, her other hand reaching to tug on the thin straps of Polly’s white pair of panties, coercing them downwards, as Polly’s neatly trimmed reddish tuft of pubic hair became visible, followed by her pink, moist vaginal lips. She brushed the tip of the vibrating dildo across Polly’s labia, as Polly’s body shivered, and Kristin heard an audible gasp. Kristin smiled even more, and then lowered her face and entire body slightly downwards. Building a small amount of saliva, she expectorated onto the surface of the dildo, lubricating it, and then slowly inserted the rubber dildo while spreading Polly’s reddened pussy lips with her other hand. Polly/Harry felt the large, elongated probe beating within her body as Kristin slowly wriggled the dildo back and forth, happily making a weird perverse mixture of high-pitched breathy, sex-kittenish moans contrasted by lewd deep-sounding baritone roars: “Mmmmm…ohhhhh….yes……yes….OHHHH FUCK YEAH! THIS PUSSY IS SO FUCKING TIGHT! SHIT THAT FEELS SOOOOO GOOOOOOD!!! HARDER LOU, HARDER!!!” Kristin/Lou voluntarily added to the explosion of erotic sensations Polly was experiencing by moving her face just inches away from Polly’s pussy. Finding the appropriate angle, she tilted her head and began flicking her tongue to touch the tip of Polly’s clitoris, moistening and stimulating the tiny, sensitive organ. Noisy slurping and sucking sounds could be heard in conjunction with Polly’s aggressive growls of ecstasy, as Kristin continued to suck and tease at Polly’s clit, while her other hand had the important task of further manipulating the dildo deeper and harder into Polly’s pussy. Polly reacted by facilitating Kristin’s tasks further, her right hand pushing Kristin’s head down, giving her a better view of her orifice, while her left hand attempted to brace her naked body as it was being ravaged by the lecherous combination of Kristin’s titillating tongue and the full length and girth of the dildo being shoved fully into her pretty pink pussy. Beads of perspiration were forming on Polly’s face, cascading down her cheeks…as the bright lights of the master bedroom added a bit of heat and intensity to the bodyhopped women’s decadent sexual act. It was a strange cacophony of guttural groans and feminine moans that took place in that bedroom. Fortunately. it did not take very long for Harry to fully experience the extent of Polly’s orgasm as Polly let out a low- pitched moan, squinching her eyes, her body shuddering as her pussy juices began to spurt out in generous helpings from her vagina, coating the dildo and soaking Kristin’s lips and tongue. Kristin heartily lapped up the sweet and salty goodness, caressing and teasing the outer surface of Polly’s labia. The explosiveness of the orgasm caused Polly’s sweaty body to collapse, as Kristin slowed her tongue movements. For a few glorious minutes, the two of them laid there silently on the bed, with Kristin’s head rising and falling as it felt the heavy inspiration of Polly’s ample chest… Kristin was the first one to rise, smiling at Polly. “Damn dawg, Aunt Polly’s cunt is like so fuckin’ tight…she ain’t probably had a REAL man in months!” she exclaimed, chuckling as her slender hand fished into the brown paper bag again. “Yeah…” sighed Polly, smiling and rolling her eyes, completely content but still breathing quite heavily. She noticed Kristin suddenly looking inside the paper bag again and asked, “Say, Lou…whatcha doing now?” Kristin turned to Polly and with an ecstatic sneer, pulled out a medium-sized leather harness with an 8-foot shiny black strap-on attached. “Why, just gettin’ ready for Round Two Mrs. Adams, hehe…” Lou replied in Kristin’s gentle, feminine tone. A roguish, nasty-looking smirk appeared on Polly’s face upon hearing Kristin’s response, as she licked her lips, leaning back onto the bed… “Well, this is the place,” commented Jessica as she and Elizabeth looked up at the entrance to the avant-garde looking building that was the Pacific West Asian Museum. “Looks nice from the outside,” Elizabeth remarked, folding her arms. Jessica did not say a word as she quickly entered the museum and came face to face with the main exhibit hall, along with her sister. The exhibit hall was large and expansive, with the primary focus being the large, ornate pieces of decorative Japanese ceremonial armor and accompanying Japanese weapons being displayed in rectangular glass casings. A variety of Japanese artifacts were arranged in accompanying glass exhibits on all four sides of the exhibit hall. Weapons from different Japanese eras were also mounted, including katanas, broadswords, and shruiken of varying sizes, shapes, and composition. Elizabeth sighed, “Damn, this place is so big Jess. How are we ever gonna find Aunt Polly?” “She wanted us to meet her at her office on the second floor. So my guess is we take these stairs,” Polly remarked, pointing to a large grand wooden staircase leading upwards. The two girls were about to head upstairs when suddenly they were accidentally interrupted by the noisy walk and voice of a short, paunchy, balding bespectacled man in an ill-fitting tweed suit, muttering to himself as he hastily made his way down the stairs: “Impertinence! Such impertinence! Nobody talks to Orville S. Parsons that way! I’ve never been…” Jessica waved to the gentleman. “Excuse me, sir?” The gentleman stopped in mid-walk and glowered at Jessica. “Yes? What the devil do you want?” Both Jessica and Elizabeth were taken back at his unpleasant behavior. Jessica was the first to respond, “I-I’m sorry, I know you must have a lot going on in your mind. But we’re trying to find our aunt, Polly Adams, she’s the curator of this museum. Do you know where her office is located?” The man pushed up his glasses and narrowed his beady little eyes. “Humph! So you two must be the ‘nieces’ that ungrateful witch was incessantly blathering on about?” Jessica nodded, a little uncertain and offended at that remark. “Um…I guess we are, yes.” “Well, I am beyond elated to inform you that your aunt no longer is under the employment of this institution. And that was of HER choosing, not mine! Good riddance, I say! Such a flagrant, disrespectful harlot! And her secretary Kristin is no better!” the man snapped. “S-She doesn’t work here?” Jessica asked, a little confused. “W-Why not? What happened?” Elizabeth remained quiet during the conversation. Hehe, this could only be Harry’s handiwork, she thought, her face contorting into a small, subtle grin. “You’re her nieces, why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s probably back at her house. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a big exhibit to do ALL by myself, and I don’t need to waste my breath on ignorant hussies like you two.” With that said, the man continued his steps, darting to the left of Jessica, heading past the main exhibit hall to his office. Elizabeth shrugged. “Well isn’t he Mr. Sunshine,” she sarcastically quipped. Jessica placed her svelte hand underneath her chin in deep thought. “Weird. Why would Aunt Polly suddenly leave her job? Something doesn’t add up.” “Well we won’t find any answers here sis,” replied Elizabeth. “I suggest we head to Aunt Polly’s house and speak to her to get the full story. Not to mention, my feet are killing me in these heels! We’ve been on the move since 7:00 am this morning, you know.” “Awww, is my little sister getting tired?” smiled Jessica, stroking Elizabeth’s hair in an almost motherly fashion, which Elizabeth/Eddie was not very fond of. “Just teasing you sis…ok, let’s head to Aunt Polly’s.” After taking a quick shortcut using the service roads in San Jose, Jessica and Elizabeth reached the Adams’s estate, arriving at the large iron gates. While waiting for them to open, Elizabeth peered through the glass window of their rental car, completely awestruck by the sheer size and magnificence. “Oh…my…god…does Aunt Polly really live here?” asked Elizabeth with her mouth agape. Jessica just stared at her sister. “What do you mean, ‘does Aunt Polly really live here?’ Of course she does; she’s lived here for the last three years. She married that handsome BMW executive and he relocated her to this place, remember? We were both bridesmaids at their wedding and the reception was held in this house!” Elizabeth looked down, her face turning a little red. Damn it, Elizabeth/Eddie thought. That was a stupid question to ask, I shouldn’t have been so fuckin’ careless. Elizabeth feigned an embarrassing laugh. “Oooohhh…right I remember now. We wore blue satin bridesmaid gowns.” Jessica was just pulling the rental car up to the front door of the lavish home. Bringing the vehicle to a halt, she pulled the parking gear and turned to Elizabeth. “We wore pink and white gowns sis.” “God damn it!” Elizabeth cursed under her breath. “That’s right…I’m sorry…” “Lizzy are you ok?” asked Jessica, her attention focused on her addlepated younger sister. “Exactly how much sleep did you get last night?” “Um….well, I…o-oh look Jess! Isn’t that Aunt Polly’s BMW?” Elizabeth hesitatingly said, pointing to the silver BMW parked off to the side, hoping that would throw off any suspicion. Jess sighed and turned her head back, then nodded with a pensive look on her pretty face. “Yeah, it is. That’s strange; Aunt Polly usually is very meticulous about parking her car in the garage; she wouldn’t just leave it out in the open.” “Maybe she was in a hurry and didn’t have time?” Elizabeth answered. “No that’s not like her…anyways, let’s get inside and we can ask her,” said Jessica, before opening the door and stepping outside. Elizabeth followed suit and the two girls soon approached the tall ornate mahogany door. Oddly enough, they found the door slightly ajar! “Liz look!” exclaimed Jessica. “The front door is slightly open….see?” Jessica pointed with her slender finger, beginning to nervously show some concern. “Yeah I do,” acknowledged Elizabeth. Although feigning her concerns to her sister, Elizabeth/Eddie already knew who had entered earlier and was just playing along. “That IS weird, hmmm…” “I don’t like the looks of this. Look, when we go inside, stay close to me, ok?” instructed Jessica. “Ok sis, no worries,” replied Elizabeth, as she inched forward and closely walked with Jessica inside the house. As the two girls quietly entered, Jessica had a harrowing, gnawing sensation in the pit of her stomach. The lights to the foyer were on, and everything appeared to be undisturbed: there was nothing broken or mishandled. Polly’s handbag was lying on the dining room table, and it appeared to not have been touched. But something certainly seemed amiss to Jessica… CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG….the old grandfather clock chimed, startling Jessica, making her jump a few feet. However, the chiming barely fazed Elizabeth, although she did a good job of appearing to be frightened in front of Jessica. “I-It was just the clock, whew…” Jessica sighed, wiping a tiny bit of perspiration from her brow. Suddenly, both girls heard some very loud creaking from upstairs, coming from the master bedroom. Accompanying this was a strange combination of voices, voices that appeared to be in a frenzied state. Jessica and Elizabeth could make out Polly’s screams and cries, but…it was mixed with very odd, very vulgar language coming from Polly herself. Jessica gasped as she heard Polly cry out sentences such as “Ohhhh…fuck yes, shove that dick hard in my pussy now!” or “Oh my god I’m so fuckin’ horny and I’m lucky to be possessing this fuckin’ bitch.” What really freaked Jessica out was the accompanying voices…distinctly masculine, grunting and groaning and basically responding to Polly’s commands/request: “Mmmm…you got it boss lady…” or “Harry your bitch’s cunt is sooo fuckin’ tight…I fuckin’ love it!” Jessica could not believe what she was hearing up there. “W-What the hell is going on up there?” she asked Elizabeth, gasping again at the profanities being said. Elizabeth did her best to feign ignorance. “I don’t know Jess…honestly I’m just as shocked as you are.” She had a hard time holding back a small, mischievous grin as Jessica continued to look back upwards. “Oh my god I think Aunt Polly is…is…” said Jessica solemnly. “Lizzy, we need to call the cops, NOW.” Elizabeth immediately shook her head. “Are you sure about that? How do you know Aunt Polly may be just…having some fun?” “Seriously Lizzy, that’s our aunt! She doesn’t do things like this, not since we’ve known her. And she’s a married woman! She could be in serious trouble!” “Why don’t we just go up there and find out?” “Are you insane? We don’t know who’s there with her or what they are doing to her! They could be bigger and stronger than you and me, and I’m sorry but the 6-month long self-defense class you took in college isn’t gonna help in this situation.” “Jess, stop being such a bitch…if we need to help Aunt Polly, we need to go up there.” “Whoa…I’m just gonna ignore the fact you just cussed at me, sis. Honestly, what’s wrong with you today Lizzy? You’ve been really different, and not at all yourself since last night after you left the bar.” “Stop changing the subject,” snapped Elizabeth, waving her finger impatiently in front of Jessica. “You know what? Fine, whatever. You stay down here and freak out. I’m gonna head up there to find out what’s going on now.” And with that, Elizabeth raced past Jessica and headed upstairs. “Wait…Liz, stop! Wait for me…” yelled Jessica as she followed closely behind her. As Jessica ascended the stairs, the gnawing pit in her stomach was growing, becoming more uncertain, more unsettling. She reached the double mahogany wood panel doors of the bedroom; Jessica could hear the heavy breathing and the disturbing array of lascivious moans echoing and audible behind those doors. Elizabeth was nowhere to be found, and Jessica assumed she already went in. She wished that she had not had that argument with her sister earlier; it would have avoided Elizabeth suddenly brashly charging her way upstairs, leaving Jessica alone and completely afraid. Jessica began to nervously nibble on her fingernails. She REALLY did not want to open the door, but she was extremely worried about her aunt, and even more so, her younger sister. Like it or not, it was her responsibility to find out. She hoped she was not making the wrong decision as she slowly turned the handle and opened the double doors, cautiously walking in… Unfortunately, as soon as she entered the bedroom, Jessica went into a state of panic and shock like no other. Speechless and frozen in place, Jessica’s face turned completely pale as she saw her Aunt Polly completely naked, her back propped up against the bed. Her legs were completely spread open, her knees slightly bent, as Jessica glimpsed Polly’s shiny inner thighs. Jessica winced as she saw her aunt’s face contort into a tawdry, indecent expression of lust and pleasure, licking her lips. Uncertain as to the reason, Jessica carefully walked around the bed a few feet, till she was at the right angle to see the reason for Aunt Polly’s perverse action. Jessica almost wished she hadn’t gotten a closer look, as she saw a slender, curvaceous young brunette woman, more than likely in her mid- 20’s, completely topless, and straddling her aunt. She was wearing a black leather harness around her svelte waist, and her exposed breasts were swaying and jiggling as the woman was pounding her aunt’s pretty pink pussy with an 8-foot-long, thick shiny black strap-on dildo. The woman roared in a weird, deep, manly voice that sent chills down Jessica’s spine, and continued to do so while penetrating her aunt; she was grasping Polly’s knees for support, as her hips bucked back and forth, so that the dildo could push all the way in, forcing Polly to scream loudly. It was a twisted image that Jessica would not soon ever forget… Polly tilted her head and soon took notice of Jessica just standing there, completely stunned. Recognizing Jessica’s face from the photos Candace had sent her, she grunted deeply as she looked at the clock next to their nightstand, “Awww fuck….damn it, you have REALLY shitty timing, you know that?” Polly growled in Harry’s gruff baritone. “A-Aunt P-Polly?” whimpered Jessica, completely petrified. “W-What’s going on? W-Why are you talking like that?” “Oh Jesus Christ I’m not gonna go through that fuckin’ spiel again,” grumbled Polly as she continued to be pounded by Kristin/Lou. “Hey Lou!” Polly called out, pointing her finger towards Jessica. “That sexy piece of ass is your mount, so go do your “trade-up” buddy!” Kristin slowly pulled her strap-on out of Polly’s orifice, as Polly idly teased her nipples, eyeballing Jessica’s lovely, busty figure as if it was a piece of juicy meat. Kristin’s strap-on was still vibrating, and as she sauntered slowly and menacingly, Jessica could hear the vibrations getting louder. “AIEEEEEEEE!!! Stay away from me you…you freaks!” screamed Jessica as she tried to back away from Kristin, grunting and licking her lips, and holding out her outstretched hands. Jessica turned tail and effortlessly dodged Kristin’s attempt to grab her. She sprinted over to the double doors and was about to open them when all of a sudden she was knocked down from behind. Losing her balance, Jessica immediately fell to the floor, her body hitting with a loud THUD! Completely prone and unable to move, Jessica turned her head to look behind her and got an even bigger shock than before: it was her sister Elizabeth had deliberately knocked her down. Elizabeth was clenching her thighs and ass, pinning Jessica to the floor firmly, while twisting Jessica’s slender arms uncomfortably behind her back. “Now where do you think you’re going, ‘big sis’?” Elizabeth chuckled, as Eddie decided to forgo his imitation of Elizabeth, his deep, gravelly baritone instead now reappearing from Elizabeth’s mouth in a very calm and threatening manner. “E-Elizabeth? S-Sis?” cried Jessica, confused and even more freaked out at hearing her sister’s strange manly voice. “W-What are you doing? L-Let me go! O-Oh my god not you too!” Elizabeth continued to hold Jessica firmly, causing quite a bit of pain shooting into Jessica’s shoulders. The impact of Jessica’s fall was so sudden and hard that Jessica suddenly become a bit woozy and disoriented. The last thing she recalled before slipping into a state of unconsciousness was her sister’s evil, menacing laugh, and the sound of her body being dragged… Jessica woke up about an hour later…she had developed a horrible headache, which she surmised had occurred when she fell. Other than that, she didn’t suspect that she had broken any bones. She looked around, and noticed that she was still in the master bedroom of the house, her body placed flat on the king-sized bed. Her wrists were tied together, with her arms above her head, to the bedframe with a strong piece of thick rope. She made a frantic attempt to tug and remove the complicated knots before finally giving up. Continuing her quick survey, her eyes soon focused on three shapely silhouettes in the distance, which were moving towards her direction…they kept coming closer and closer till Jessica could finally discern their identities: her Aunt Polly, her younger sister Elizabeth, and the topless brunette woman, who was still wearing the strap-on dildo. All three women were completely naked and a bit sweaty, and the three of them had very disturbing smirks on their faces. Jessica looked down at her own body, and found that her clothes had been violently stripped off, and she too was completely naked and vulnerable. “Wake up sleepyhead!” smiled Polly, speaking in Harry’s menacing, resonant baritone. Polly’s pussy juices were idly trickling down her inner thighs, obviously from having been fucked multiple times since Harry and Lou had arrived at the house. Jessica could see a bit of sticky, white residue dangling from Polly’s labial folds, as well as cum stains across Polly’s breasts - a rather messy, disgusting sight which repulsed her. The other two ‘women’ chuckled in their own deep manly-sounding voices in response to Polly’s clever greeting. “W-What the hell are you people?” Jessica cried out. “And what have you done to my family?” “Why big sis,” smiled Elizabeth/Eddie. “I’m still here, see?” Elizabeth cupped and groped her naked breasts, flicking her nipples….her moans were high-pitched and breathy, but soon gradually dropped several octaves lower till it matched Eddie’s own gruff baritone. Jessica squinched her eyes, unable to handle Elizabeth’s twisted appearance. “I’m just under…different management right now, haha!” laughed Elizabeth maniacally. “OK fuckers, cut da bullshit.” growled Kristin in a much deeper, ghetto-soundin’ baritone than Polly and Elizabeth. “When do I gets to fuck dis bitch?” “Go right ahead Lou my man, she’s all yours.” winked Polly. Lou had a nasty grin on his lovely face as he slowly lumbered Kristin’s body towards Jessica… “Yeah, fuck the shit outta her…she’s been a pain in my ass all day since we got here!” grumbled Elizabeth. Polly then turned to Elizabeth, pulling her a bit closer. “Now then, while Lou is busy fucking your older sister…do you mind helping your aunt with a little…‘tasty, personal project’, Lizzy?” asked Polly, biting her lower lip. “Hehe, of course ‘Auntie Polly,’ I’d be glad to!” giggled Elizabeth mockingly as she ran her slender finger along Polly’s naked breasts. “You know that’s why Mom sent me and Jess down…to help you out.” Polly/Harry grinned, closing her eyes and chuckling deeply. “Mmmm…perfect, hehe…‘thank goodness for my nieces.’ Lizzy, why don’t you come over here now, to the other side of the bed, so we can get started on our…‘project,’ hehe…” Elizabeth silently nodded, smiling as she dutifully followed Polly over to the edge of the bed, immediately lowering her shapely form downwards, while Polly braced herself and sat down on the right side of the large, spacious king-sized bed. Elizabeth immediately turned her whole body around, climbing on top of her aunt, while Polly shifted her body backwards, laying completely flat against the soft surface of the bed. Elizabeth had a cheeky grin as she first took sight of Polly’s reddened, tender labia, a thin crusty layer of her cum visible, with her pussy lips already widened appropriately due to Kristin’s earlier sexual intervention. In contrast, Polly could notice the full weight of Elizabeth’s naked body press gently against her, feeling the supple texture of Elizabeth’s breasts collapsing and squeezing against her smooth stomach. Her viewpoint was slightly different, as she looked upwards into Elizabeth’s beautifully trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, and then at the slightly protruding opening of Elizabeth’s own vagina, the labial folds less reddened and tender but fully manipulated from Elizabeth’s masturbation session earlier that morning… Both aunt and niece were in their correct positions, as beads of sweat began to appear on their foreheads, the bright lighting of the bedroom again intensifying their lust and decadent desire to taste and eat each other out. Elizabeth/Eddie grunted deeply, and said in a playful, devious whimper, “Mmmmm…Auntie Polly, may I have a taste? Pretty please?” “Of course Lizzy honey, and I will too!” smiled Polly, nodding with a similar amount of mischievousness, as they gripped each other’s arms and tilted their heads in their respective directions to begin “dining out”…flicking their tongues as they moistened and spread them across their sensitive pussy folds. Polly found Elizabeth’s tight clit and slowly slipped two fingers to accompany her tongue in playing and tickling Elizabeth’s clit in a random, lustful manner. In contrast, Elizabeth chose to stick with her moist tongue, rolling it up so that it had access to Polly’s already reddened and tender clit. Regardless of the method, both aunt and niece were completely infatuated and intoxicated by the incestuous ‘meal’ they were partaking right now… Meanwhile, Jessica was petrified beyond belief as she struggled to undo the ropes binding her wrists, tugging and pulling on them with all of her strength, to no avail. As a glamour model, Jessica had been somewhat familiar with BDSM, as it was a fantasy/fetish that was quite lucrative for models. She had done some work modelling before in BDSM wear, and even was handcuffed for one particular shoot. But that was planned and arranged; photographers and crew members were around her, and she wasn’t forcibly stripped naked by anyone. If she felt uncomfortable with any situation, she could express her concerns to the photographer or his/her assistants and they’d make adjustments. No matter how kinky the situation got, Jessica could always remind herself: this is NOT real - don’t be afraid. Unfortunately for Jessica, she was facing a VERY real and terrifying situation right now. Her family members, i.e. her younger sister and her aunt, were acting in a manner she would NEVER have thought possible; it was almost as if they had been replaced and taken over by some evil demons or pod-creatures like she has seen in the movies. Terrible creatures that just happened to be sexually deviant - they wanted a lot of it and couldn’t get enough. Jessica’s face was becoming as white as a sheet as Kristin was viciously and awkwardly shambling towards her. It was a perverse, unbelievable sight, and Jessica could still not believe her eyes: a beautiful, naked brunette woman, tall and slender in appearance, almost as attractive as Jessica herself, seemed to be possessed by some otherworldly force, as her smooth, slender legs were incongruously waddling slowly to get to her. There was no subtlety at all in Kristin’s movements and no feminine grace seen; the pungent, intoxicating smell of sex had hypnotized Lou, and he wanted more of it, with Jessica as his prime target… “G-get the hell away from me! D-Don’t you dare come any closer…” shrieked Jessica, trying to bend her hips and curl her body farther and farther away. Kristin then raised the back of her hand, then immediately slapped Jessica’s cheek, coming down hard with the spring of an automatic piston, stinging Jessica and bringing a few tears down her eyes. “Shut da fuck up, bitch!” growled Kristin in a disturbingly commanding baritone. Jessica jumped almost a foot upon hearing the woman’s ominous sounding voice, trying to hold back her burgeoning tears, uncertain as to the rest of her terrible fate. Kristin inched ever so closer to Jessica, looking directly at her. With a wicked glare, Kristin gripped Jessica’s chin with her hands and whispered, “Mmmm…such a pretty lil’ bitch, ain’t ya?” Kristin then proceeded to fondle Jessica’s large, supple breasts, teasing her nipples. “Damn, you gots a great set of tits, bitch…I’s sure gonna enjoy havin’ dem all to m’self, haha!” Kristin then returned to face Jessica, “There ain’t no reason to resist bitch. I’m gonna get yo’ sexy ass body, ev’n if I hafta fuck ma’ way to get it!” Jessica’s eyes widened; she had no idea what the crazy woman was talking about, but she soon found out first-hand as Kristin lightly brushed her hand against the shiny black rubber surface of her strap-on dildo, before encircling it and stroking it up and down. “Hmmm…dis nothin’ compared to ma’ big black cock, but it’ll do, hehe…” Kristin said. Elizabeth/Eddie turned from licking Polly’s tasty, moist pussy to briefly remark, “Shit yeah! Fuck her good Lou!” “You fuckin’ bet I will,” Lou growled, as he grabbed Jessica’s legs roughly, and with a lecherous look in his pretty feminine eyes, he lowered Kristin’s waist so that it was level with Jessica’s perfectly shaped, light pink pussy mound. Showing hardly any restraint, Lou/Kristin leaned forward and expectorated a bit of saliva along Jessica’s labial folds, then repeated this action by spitting into her hand, before rubbing the saliva like a natural lubricant. “Ok bitch…spread dem legs!” Kristin commanded as she pulled Jessica’s lovely legs open, and then with fiendish glee, slowly forced the big shiny black strap-on into Jessica’s vaginal opening, the large girth of the dildo spreading and separating Jessica’s pink labia apart. The sheer force of the object being initially and slowly penetrating into Jessica caused a searing, sustained amount of sharp pain, making her cry out in helpless agony. Her screams fell on deaf, lecherous ears, as Kristin began to buck her waist back and forth, which caused the thick black dildo to rub back and forth in a rhythmic motion inside Jessica’s cunt. Lou’s deep ghetto-sounding timbre was emanating from Kristin’s lips, as she leaned her head and roared: “Ohhhhhhh shit yeah….now DAT’s a fuckin’ tight pussy!” Still continuing to pound Jessica’s pretty pink pussy, Kristin/Lou took on an aggressive stance, quickening her thrusts; with each attempted thrust, she rammed the dildo as deep as she possibly could without causing serious damage to Jessica’s vaginal walls. Jessica’s hands were grabbing very firmly onto the bedframe to support and brace each horrifying attack on her body. Copious amounts of perspiration were forming on both Jessica’s and Kristin’s nubile bodies as Kristin was relentless, and this continued on for a good five or six minutes. Jessica’s resolve was dwindling rapidly, and she found her body uncontrollably shaking as the brunt of each thrust was almost too much for her to bear… Kristin/Lou could tell that she had successfully broken the spirit of this gorgeous young creature, and that it was time for the piËce de rÈsistance. Closing her eyes while still pounding away at Jessica, Kristin’s body started to convulse violently, as a silver-coated gelatinous liquid began to seep and ooze from Kristin’s pussy. However, the liquid was oozing out rather slowly due to the partial obstruction provided by the strap-on dildo. Finding an accessible medium-sized opening, the liquid soon passed through the full length of the dildo, as the opening became narrower and narrower. At the end, due to the small circumference at the head of the dildo, the liquid forcefully spurted out into Jessica’s vagina, splashing and spreading inside her inner walls and in her cervix. The brute force demonstrated by the liquid’s potent penetration caused Jessica to REALLY scream, “OH MY GOOODDD…AIEEEEEEEE!!!” Jessica could feel the foreign liquid coalesce within her, as it travelled upwards, beginning to merge and form inside her. She felt like she was turning inside and out, as a nerve-like, shooting pain ran through her entire body. It didn’t help that Kristin was still haphazardly pounding away into Jessica. This complete sexual onslaught had overall completely overwhelmed her, to the point that she became limp in body and in spirit. Jessica could barely keep her eyes open, as her last glimpse was the clock on the wall that chimed 1:00 pm, before she lost consciousness… Lou tensed his eyes, not wanting to be blinded by the bright lights inside the master bedroom as he slowly awoke from his slumber, his vision still rather blurred. He could only distinctly make out a light, tannish colored blur in front of him. He also found that it was suddenly rather difficult to move, and that as he tried to take a deep breath of air, it was hindered by something heavy that was completely on top of him. Within minutes, his eyesight began to improve, and he soon recognized the problem: a limp and lifeless, 127 lb. female body had crumpled onto his own frame, one that he identified as his previous mount, Kristin Jacobs. Lou then displayed a big smirk, as out of the corner of his eye he saw dark strands of luxuriously long, curly brunette hair peek out in front of his face. His ribs were being protected from Kristin’s unconscious body by a pair of magnificent, pert breasts that squeezed and compressed against Kristin’s own mammaries, breasts that could only belong to one person. Lou lifted his head and sighed contently, knowing that he had successfully “traded-up” to the gorgeous body and persona of 23-year-old Jessica Carter. Lou tried to shift his weight, jutting Jessica’s bountiful bosom forward, but his own 132 lb. busty frame was surprisingly not strong enough to lift Kristin’s body completely off. The black dildo strap-on was also still lodged deep into Jessica’s pussy, and even a slight movement from Jessica’s waist sent a stinging type of pain inside Lou’s new womanly equipment. The new Jessica began to panic a little, and turned her head before she noticed two extremely naked, curvaceous hourglass figures standing on opposite sides of the bed, looking down at her, giggling. Both Polly and Elizabeth each had a smug look on their faces. “Why Jessica, my word! Sweetie you seem to be stuck,” winked Polly, speaking in a pleasant, singsong voice, with her hands placed on her shapely hips, shaking her head. “Mhmm…how DO you get yourself into these situations ‘sis,’ “ chimed Elizabeth, folding her arms underneath her naked breasts and giggling softly as well. “Ha…ha…ha…you shitheads are fuckin’ hilarious!” growled Jessica, her voice now replaced by Lou’s deep, uncultured ghetto-sounding baritone. “Now how ‘bout you fuckers help a brotha’ out and get this bitch off-a me!” Polly grabbed Kristin’s left wrist while Elizabeth took hold of her right wrist; pulling with all their mount’s combined yet generally weak might, they managed to lift Kristin’s body gradually off of Jessica/Lou; unfortunately, the depth of the strap-on dildo was so significantly buried inside Jessica’s vagina that as it was being withdrawn, it caused an intense amount of pain inside Jessica’s soft, feminine body, causing Lou to roar: “OOOWWWWWWWWW…be more careful assholes! Shit dat hurts……” Eventually, Polly and Elizabeth had successfully extracted Kristin, lightly flinging and turning her body over to the other side of the bed, where she continued to lay supine and motionless. Her strap on-dildo was sticking straight upwards, lubricated with a mixture of saliva and Jessica’s pussy juices. Jessica smiled, glad for her generous chest to be fully unrestricted, as she took a deep breath, watching her ridiculously large chest heave in a titillating manner as he inspired. She exhaled, letting out a deep, growling rumble, “Mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnngggggh….awwww yeah, dat’s da shit right there!” Jessica happily said in Lou’s uncouth baritone timbre. “Yo, so how long was I out?” Polly responded, “About half an hour to forty minutes. Both you and Kristin were out cold…so me and Eddie had to entertain ourselves while we waited for you to regain consciousness,” she added, licking her lips while winking to Elizabeth inappropriately, who pursed her lips inappropriately at her naked aunt. “Hot damn, just look at my big tits!” growled Jessica, with a ridiculously lewd grin on her pretty face. She then proceeded to take deep breaths to watch her mammaries move up and down, and wiggled her chest inappropriately, watching her chesty globes dance seductively. The erotic display was making Jessica’s already sopping wet pussy feel a little more moist again…“Ok dawg, untie me so I can get to my ‘playtime,’ hehe…” Polly smiled. “I’m afraid I can’t do that Lou.” Jessica raised an eyebrow, a bit perturbed. “Whadda ya mean ya can’t do that?” she grumbled. Polly leaned forward to eye Jessica’s spectacular rack. “Well, there’s someone else that wants to play with you first.” “No shit…like who?” asked Jessica, skeptical. “Like me, big sis.” a voice called out behind Polly. Polly stepped aside to reveal Elizabeth, looking amazingly sexy, her face glistening under the bright lights. Her 36 C cup breasts jiggled proudly as Elizabeth placed her hands lightly on her hips, crossing her right leg over her left in a seductive, model-like pose. It would have been a perfect moment to capture, save for the fact that Elizabeth’s waist and crotch now was adorned with the same leather harness and big 8-foot- long strap-on dildo Kristin had worn earlier! Jessica gasped upon seeing the familiar strap-on dildo that Lou had used only an hour ago. Lou had just hopped into this gorgeous woman, and he could feel Jessica’s labial folds were feeling tender and abused. “Yo…Lizzy, I-I mean…E-Eddie,” she pleaded hesitantly in Lou’s baritone, which sounded weirdly pathetic. “Y-ya d-don’t hafta do t-this dawg, really…” Elizabeth began to stroke the dildo back and forth, while walking towards Jessica. “No big sis, I really think I DO, hehe…” “Mhmm…yes she does Lou,” chuckled Polly. “You didn’t cum in Kristin’s body or in Jessica’s. Your little sister is just making sure she don’t leave you with a set of blue balls.” “Ummm…Harry?” Jessica/Lou asked, confused. “I’s a woman’s now, I don’t got no balls so how can they be fuckin’ blue…” “Oh for fucks’ sake, shut up Lou and get ready for some major sisterly lovin,’ bodyhopper style!” exclaimed Elizabeth as she continued to inch closer and closer… Twisted smiles appeared on Elizabeth’s and Polly’s faces, causing Jessica/Lou to gulp hard. She braced herself for another erotically difficult experience, except this time Lou would be on the receiving end…