He had done it. And I did nothing to stop him. Yes.

There I lay. Absolutely conquered, a little waterfall of Bryce's come flowed hot from my pussy across my puckering feminine asshole which was still undulating in the afterglow of my orgasm. It flowed down to our bed. I squeezed from within and felt the current pick up.

Our bed. It was indeed ours now — this bed. I suddenly had no intent on leaving it and the way Bryce pulled me into his arms and held me close made me realize he would be staying. By weekend's end I would be collecting the sheets in my dainty hands and holding them close against my breasts on the way to the washing machine, feeling the distinct breeze flowing between the gap in my thigh over my well-loved sex and walking bowlegged still sore from the onslought of the monster danging between Bryce's legs, a monster I would be lovingly referring to by many names starting with "my boyfriend's cock."

He had a nice cock.

I had tried to cool him off. I hadn't intended to couple. Of course, I laugh now at my methods. I thought I could hold him off if I had him in hand. It hadn't dawned on me that it would make me wet to hold him. That once in my grasp my sex would blossom wanting the same — to grasp and hold tight to him. He moaned a little and I stroked him more, no stranger to stroking my own, but in awe at how much bigger he was getting. When it kept growing I could feel a little jolt of fear shoot through my pussy and stiffen my nipples. Oh god, what would it be like to fuck him?

It was then he rolled to his back and asked me to go down on him. "Really?" I demured. He nodded. "You got me hard, didn't you?"

Am I doing this right?

I felt a bit on the spot. Every eye on me. He watched intently, a serious expression, one I was trying hard to understand. My jaw impossibly wide and already smarting from the distance required to accomodate his cock between my teeth. My tongue flat, wet, and yet curious to explore the contours of the huge cock in my mouth. His skin was soft and to my surprise my new feminine throat could accomodate the prodding reality of his thick bulging head. I licked him from beneath reluctantly, my male nature not wishing to appear like I was seeking his pleasure, even though my lips were tight and I began gauging my technique by how much he swelled.

I met his gaze, convinced that as long as I didn't show explicit enjoyment that we could walk away from this intimate encounter as the friends we always were. It was just me, as a friend, as a woman, going down on Bryce, because he asked, and because it was something to try in the moment — that's all. But then a concern built in my chest. What if he came? What would I do then? I tried to put it out of my mind, but then my lips squeezed him tightly as he pulled back and a pleasing drop of his precome hit my tongue.

I moaned, "mmm." before I could think not to. He grinned when I did, a twinkle in his eye.

Oh, god.

Bryce tastes good.

Oh, fuck — He's in.

It was incredible. I'm not saying it didn't hurt to go in. He put it into place, keeping still and adequate pressure until his head crested my tight entrance and pushed in with a pop. I winced. Fuck.

He let me. He let me work it out. Even though every inch was a deletion. His cock reformatted my sex for new use. Reprogrammed it. When I was finally filled to my depths I clung to him and pulsed, tight as a glove around his raw and naked shaft, in awe of each vein and the reality of his bulging head positioned point blank of my cervix. As hesistant as I was, I trusted Bryce and from what I knew about his prowess from the other girls at college, I figured he wouldn't simply succumb to orgasm and explode right at the gate of my new womb.

I squeezed again, the squeeze that before would have tugged at the base of my cock, making my balls bounce slightly — the squeeze now rewritten. When I squeezed my pussy clung tightly around his cock. I squeezed again. In three I had forgotten the past, as if to say This is what this squeeze does now. It clutches the cock inside of you. It milks it.

He was no doubt dripping inside of me just as he had on my tongue. His crystaline fluid joining with the generous coating of pristine feminine lubrication I was now making to accomodate him. I rocked slightly, feeling him get slicker with my juices. I moaned out as the dry friction of his first penetration dissolved into the slick thick hot rideable heat now impaling my pussy.

I sat back, high above him, on display again, in disbelief of the cock that now pinned me in the air.

He fits so well.

Every thrust upends me. Makes me expectant of his explosion. If I'm not careful I'll walk out of here with Bryce's baby.

My dad's going to be really mad at me when he finds out I lost my football scholarship. And we had that trip to climb K2 planned for later in the year. That may still be possible but I might have to change my training routine. My mom's going to love Bryce though — It seems weird to squeeze a cock between my pussy and say that. But it's true. She'll love him.

My mom always wanted a daughter. But she had two sons. She said she always dreamed about going shopping and having girl's time. Shopping sounds like fun. I might want some new clothes.

I took the gender pills so we could get into the club last night. . . but he has been looking for a girlfriend.

He's a good guy. Honestly, from a guys perspective, with a cock like this and the way he fucks he's a catch. I squeeze and can feel how much of a catch he is. And if I play this right, I think my boyfriend's cock could be my fiance's cock very easily.

Let me.

I wonder what he thinks when he looks down on me. Succumbing to my femininity. Using his huge cock to rewrite my sexuality and find my climax. My girlfriend would be so jealous.

Am I girlfriend material? He's definitely lasting. I like that he's stopped to let me work this out. To understand. It feels so fucking good. Oh god, what I make him come? Mmm. Would it be warm?

Fuck, I really hope my girlfriend didn''t skip class today. If she walks in and sees this she's going to be so confused. I guess she'd just be mad a Bryce. She'd recognize Bryce, but as long as I didn't say anything and kept at it she wouldn't be wise to it until later. It's a shame she can no longer please me.

She did buy condoms last week. I should probably tell Bryce to get one out of my bedside drawer.

Maybe I will when he's close.

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