Twenty seven days later.

The past month or so has been pretty uneventful, a short stop in India, a lot of boring days at sea. Oh, a lot of the guys heard of my night of escapades and give me looks of disbelief about that. We are now almost near the Middle East, getting ready to sail through the Strait of Hormuz in a few days.

Ever since that night, I’ve found myself day dreaming of such wonderful sex, God I hope to see soon.

Inside my office space, I spent this preparation day working on captioning my photos and writing a story.
While looking over the day’s set of photos I found my mind drifting to shots of the Marines I photographed working out.

“Mmmm, Jones looks good, nice definition in the chest,” I thought to myself. “Wait, why am I thinking it like that? I mean he has muscles and looks good in his tight green PT shirt, but I’ve never think of him like that.”

As I kept scrolling through my shots, both women and men I photographed left me slightly aroused with a faint, different pleasure in my groin.

“I can’t focus like this, I need to get some fresh air and some dinner before I can finish.”

I logged out of the computer, cleaned up my area and went up to the mess deck a.k.a ship cafeteria to grab some food.
With early chow pass in hand, I cut ahead of the line and the sailor manning the grill piles on some pizza.
Saturday night was always pizza night on ship, my second favorite meal of the week.

“Lucky me,” I say with enthusiasm.

The smell of the food was great, but after a few bites, I couldn’t eat much. My mind kept wandering to the sailors and Marines eating.
Corporal Theresa Mullen, a computer network specialist, caught my eye. Her baggy tan camouflage uniform did little to hide her large bust and wide hips. I found myself admiring her curvy body. I bet she’s a D cup maybe even double. Her cream colored skin with freckled and dimpled cheeks gave her a youthful and sexy appearance. Her light brown hair and sapphire blue-like eyes framed with a warm smile is what I always liked about her. I bet her legs are divine too. Wouldn’t doubt she’s a moaner in bed. Wouldn’t mind seeing her kinky side either.

Just as I was drifting further into an almost trance like state, her eyes shifted toward me and I quickly averted my gaze elsewhere to avoid an awkward moment.

Sitting a few tables over from her I saw Sergeant Mike Johansson, a squad leader and all around decent fellow. I liked the way the sweat glistened off his body. His olive tanned skin and dark military high and tight haircut and trim facial features bore all the signs of a guy who takes care of his appearance. His dark green eyes, stoic nose and square jaw made him look like Michelangelo’s David and Viking in human form. My eyes were quickly drawn to his large biceps as he curled his arm and took a bite out of dinner. His rolled sleeves and toned appearance further proved that he knows how to work out.

“I wonder what he’s hiding between his legs,” I mumbled. “Wait, did I just say that??”

As I caught myself, I could feel my cock get erect and hard. But it was a deep feeling of tight sensitivity all over my groin, a foreign sensation I've never felt before.

“Hey Mac you alright, you look like you’ve been burning the candle at both ends?” said Doc Holloway, a medical corpsman with the squad I often worked with.

“I’m fine, just a little frazzled, deadlines and what not,” I respond anxiously.

“You should go to sick call in the morning if it gets worse, last thing we need is everyone getting what you got,” said Holloway as he got up with his empty tray of food.

Phewwww, awkward moment averted again. I think to myself. Why am I thinking these thoughts? Why am I so turned on right now? I need to go rub one out and fix this before I do something stupid.

By now the mess deck was filling up with people and the crowded room and noise started to really bother my head. I took one last bite I could muster, stood up and walked to the scullery to have my tray cleaned.

Sensing my erection will not go down, I do my best to adjust myself before anyone notices. Lance Corporal Loraine Cooper, a short foul-mouthed Marine with raven hair, pulled tight into a bun stared at me with curiousity as I dumped the contents of my uneaten tray of food.
“Sergeant Mac, you of all people I wouldn’t expect to leave all that fucking food to waste,” she said in a raspy and joking voice.

“Yeah I don’t know why but I feel like shit today,” I tell her in a half kidding way.

“Going down to the smoke deck?” she asks in response.

“Yeah, give me a sec.” I mutter.

Feeling the beginning pangs of a sore stomach I quickly walk to the nearest head to get my wits about me. The florescent lights and rocking ship certainly don’t help things, I feel a headache brewing and I almost want to barf now.

Once inside bathroom or head as I call it, I splash some water on my face and I take a look at myself. My skin feels a tad hot. I take closer look. It appears skin as cleared up, and no signs of blackheads but being so pale, I look like I haven’t seen the sun in months. The strangest part is that my scar on the bridge of my nose has completely vanished. Also, the psoriasis on my eyelid has disappeared. Come to think of it, my eyes look a tad greener than usual. And my 5 o’clock shadow is missing tonight.

“Hmmm, all things considered at least my face looks better.” I say confidently. “Looks like my soldier won’t stand down either, better beat him later for insubordination, I chuckle to myself.

I head down the narrow stairwells, dodging hard surfaces, pipes and people as I make my way to the smoke deck. I lift the large steel lever and push the metal door open, giving way to the brightness of a sunset that hit me hard. The ocean’s surface shone brightly, reflecting an orange tint as the big fireball loomed over the horizon, and hitting against the gray hull of the ship.

Thankfully, the sensory overload is keeping my erection down at this point.
My eyes quickly adjust and I make out the silhouettes of Marines and sailors clustered together as they shoot the shit and conversate. I walk over to the corner of open air space where Cooper and some junior Marines are chatting and smoking. I light up my cigarette and listen in what they’re talking about.

Hinterlong, Cooper, Simmonds and Garcia are talking about the latest rumors; who’s sleeping with whom, when we have the next port call and when we get our next mail call. I add my two cents between puffs.

“I heard we’ll be hitting Dubai after our next field Op” I say with a crack in my voice.

“Wouldn’t that be fucking awesome,” says Garcia. “Got a cold Sergeant Mac, you look like shit?”

“Pretty sure I’m fighting something,” I say as I try to adjust my high voice.

“I hear ya, this fucking place,” adds Simmonds.

With one last drag I try and savor the menthol flavor and toss the butt over the side of the ship.

“Hit you up later, I’ll pass any more info I come across, stay sane guys,” I declare as my parting motto.

With the sun’s light almost spent for the day, I look to the ocean one last time before I head down to my office.

I climb down four flights of stairs and walk to the back of the ship. The thing I cherish most about my work space is that it’s tucked away from everyone and is mostly quiet, minus the odd machinery echoing down the hall.

The evening drags on and for the next couple hours, I sit in silence and misery as I try and work through my pain and my last captions. The whistle blows over the loud speaker and signals the end of daylight. Now the main hallways will be illuminated blood red in what we call darken ship procedures.

The last few photos I need to send up to higher are of the guys in Bravo Company doing squats.
I don’t know what happened but seeing the toned, tight shapely muscles of all the guys all of sudden just made me hard. The next thing I feel is a wave of pleasure shoot through my body from my groin.

Mmmmhhhmm, yeahhhh, that’s the spot,
I gasp in surprise at the high pitched tone in my voice.

A gnawing feeling in my brain commands me to touch myself. I unbutton my cammie trousers as I flip open my personal laptop. What should I watch tonight? How about this girl/girl scene? Yeah that sounds nice.

I click “play” and massage my cock with my left hand gently, as two women enter the frame. It’s your typical office lesbian fantasy. A brunette seduces her blonde boss for more pay. The sultry brunette opens her boss’s white blouse to reveal two real looking D-cups supported by a lacy-burgundy bra.

“Mhmmhmmmmhh that’s nice,” escapes my lips as I sit there.

I don’t care how feminine I sound right now. I need more pleasure. Why am I so turned on? My cock and balls are throbbing in pleasure. My tip feels especially sensitive and moist as the two start making out.

The boss opens up her colleague’s top to show two obviously fake E-cup breasts barely covered by a nice teddy black bra.
“Ooooooooohhhh I wish I could wear those,” I tell myself.

The brunette bombshell and blonde boss strip each other out of their skirts to reveal their curvy and heavenly bodies. The brunette girl is sporting black and pink ribbon panties, black stockings and garter belt and her boss wears thigh highs and boy shorts to match.
My mind is racing with fantasy as I the desire to wear their sexy lingerie consumes my mind. So hot and sultry, they are. Writhing together, groping and fondling each other they slowly disrobe. The blonde takes the lead and rubs her lover’s breasts, exposing more of her nipples with each caress. For some unknown reason, I instinctually raise my right hand to my chest and touch my nipples.

“eeeeeeeeekkkk Wow, this feels great!”

I scream at the pleasure my nipples feel. Erect and sensitive they pulse with my increasing heartrate.
A moment later, a knock is made on the door.

“Everything alright in there?” a muffled voice says through the door.

With a quick motion, I pause the screen and answer as quickly as possible.

“Yes Sir, Everything is fine, just editing today’s take.” I shout, forgetting how feminine my voice sounds.
“Ma’am, are you authorized to be in this space?” the man asks.

“Yes…, I’m working with Sergeant MacGregor …on a project….He stepped out to grab a smoke.” I quickly mention, trying to ignore a wave of pleasure shooting through my body.

Wait, why did I have to answer like that?! A pause hangs in the air as I worry at how, the Petty Officer will answer. Something is wrong with me and I can’t face this guy.

“Good to go, have Sgt. Mac pay myself EC1 Williams a visit in space 2-141-3L later,” he said with hint of monotone sternness in his voice.

“Aye, Aye EC1” I hurriedly shout.

As a moment passes and the Petty Officer walks away, my heartrate goes down a little.

A look to the screen and I can see in the freeze-frame, the brunette girl is licking her boss’s mound through her soaked panties.

“I wish I could feel that right now,” I coo with delight.

The clock says 21:40 on the wall. Hopefully no one is around anymore.

I press “Play” and resume my session.

As soon as my left hand touches my cock, it shoots me with another pleasure/pain sensation, like I grabbed it too hard.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhh----“ I quickly try and muffle my voice.

I pull open my underwear and there greeting me is my fully erect cock, covered in a clear sheen of pre-cum and throbbing with each beat of my heart. I move my hand and some of my pubic hair adorning my groin comes loose.
Hmmmmm strange. I don’t remember shaving today.

A moan on the screen draws me back to video. By now, the brunette is finger banging her boss who is on all fours atop her desk.
I lick my left hand and begin to rub furiously at my cock as my right hand rubs my chest with renewed vigor. Funny, I never lick my hand.
Fuzziness begins to wash over my head as I get more into it. It’s taking every amount of my strength to keep from cumming.
The two now naked lovers move into 69 position and lap each other’s juices with such delight. The glamour-shot like haze of the screen tells me I am watching a fantasy, but right now I feel the most carnal of urges to be in that lovemaking session. Not as a man, but as one of them.

My ears start ringing and a voice begins to surface inside my head.

“You know you need me right now, you always have,” it says in a seductive feminine tone. “I’ve always been a part of you. Come and let me in. Let your manhood go so you can begin anew. I am your future. I am your life, I am you.”

I try and shift my focus back to the screen; both women have now moved into a scissoring position and are rubbing each other’s pussies’ together, riding a wave of ecstasy.

My hips are now gyrating to their rhythm, and small moans build from my voice as the two lesbians moan louder and louder. I move my hand to my mouth to mask my sound of ecstasy.

They are about to come and I am trying to come with them.

As the two sirens, shout their song of moaning delight. I shoot my cum from the tip of my cock with reckless abandon. Spurt after spurt, my jizz covers the desk and screen in the largest spray I ever had.

Never before have had I felt such a pleasure. Sweat covers my body and the air hangs with a fog of sex. The two lovers recover and kiss each other as the scene fades out. Out of the silence, that voice speaks with gleeful laughter.

“Hahahahaha, thank you for cumming, you won’t regret this.”

As soon as she uttered the last syllable, the first wave of sensation hits me.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH----------“ I move to cover my mouth.

A feeling of pleasure hits my abdomen, like a tickling tingle.

“OHH---“

I fall out of my chair and land on the steel floor with a “Thuuuud”

Writhing and trying to keep quiet, I arch my back. I feel my vertebrae and ribs adjusting. My ribs contract leaving me breathless and out of control.

“Don’t worry, no pain shall you feel my daughter as you blossom,” says the voice. “Remove your garbs while you easily can, you are far from done."

For some reason her voice reassures me, like a mother embracing her child to let them know it will be alright.

With a snap and a crunch my ribs have realigned and caved inward, my breath returns with the last snap.

I feel another big wave hit again, as I try in desperation to remove my trousers. My boots are not coming off, but then I feel my feet narrow and toes tingle as they shrink in length.

I get my trousers and boots off several seconds later, wiggling like I’m caught in a trap.

Pulling my boot socks off I move my feet close to my face only to see them reshape before my eyes. The skin also begins to heal, my scar on my ankle fades, my toe nails become clear and the hair on my feet falls with the slightest touch of my hand. I pull my cammo top and shirt off in more haste.

I as soon as I notice those changes happening, I see the nails on my hand grow, but my fingers shrink with the tiny waves reverberating through my body. Time feels like it’s getting slower and slower with each breath I take. It must be the adrenaline my brain is sending out.

“I want you to notice the transformation child, I want you to take in the sight of womanhood, I want you to see true beauty become you,” the voice says again. "Drink it in, revel in it.”

In that moment, all worry left my mind. I knew what was happening. I was about to become a woman.

My hand becomes small and dainty, all blemishes and calluses shrink away. The hairs on my hand fall off too.

A moment later, a second bigger wave emanates from my groin and I feel my hips crack and shift. The pleasure builds even further with this shift. A widening sensation shoots through my hips and femur as I see my underwear tighten.

“Ohhhhh shit”

I try and trace my foreign hands over the fabric of my boxer briefs and yank with all my might as they barely budge. I yank them again and with a slight tear, they slide of my waist and I tug the tatters from my body. More hair comes off my legs and I see how long, shapely, smooth and even tan they are becoming. I rip my shirt and camouflage blouse off in a force of desperation.

I feel flesh in my bottom move and plumpen, as it touches the cold steel floor for the first time. My lower back cracks and curves as I feel my ass jut and become more pronounced.

“Baby got back,” I mutter.

I look down and I can see my cock, is still there, albeit smaller and throbbing with the waves of pleasure and change, like a maestro conducting this symphony of flesh.

“Ooooooohhhhh ahhhhhh…”

I lean up for a moment to take in what’s changed so far. My hips are now wide and womanly. My waist is contracting more and more with each of my breaths. I also see my pale skin is becoming even in color tone, a nice bronzed appearance to match the farmers tan. My legs and feet are now mostly hairless and look like they could belong to Joanna Kruppa, Kyra Milan or any Victoria’s Secret angel.
I try and shift my weight to stand up as a third bigger wave hits and I arch my back again. This time I feel my shoulders narrow.

“Well there goes years of lifting weights,” I say regretfully.

“Nonsense, you will become stronger as woman than you ever were as a man,” the voice replies.

I feel my shoulders crack and shift and…tickle… as what feels like hair is cascading out of my scalp. I try to move my right hand to my forehead. I grab a handful of long smooth locks. Behold I was once a dirty blond, now I am a chestnut brown.
I glance down to see my pubic hair has indeed thinned and I think how glad I am it changed to match the drapes.

“Hahahahahaha, yes it does match,” she laughs

I smile at her laugh and a fourth even larger pleasure wave, almost unbearable in magnitude hits my flushed face. I feel my cheekbones raising and becoming large. I look to my nose and see it thin and shrink to smaller, button, almost Tinkerbelle proportions. I feel my Adams apple shorten and narrow with my neck as I let a hollow moan escape my changing mouth. I feel my lips swell and soften and then narrow to become smaller, yet fuller. I also feel my forehead and eyebrows shorten and shift. My eyes go blind for a split second, shift, shrink and change shape.

My vison returns as I feel my jaw narrow and recede. My teeth respond, shifting and correcting to my become straight and perfect. I spit my metal fillings out to my side. I smile and trace my lips with my hand to reveal a cupid’s bow shaped upper lip and nice narrow curved jaw. Small changes overtake my face, and I feel the waves of change and pleasure recedes for a moment.

“MMMMmmmmmhmmm that feels nice and soft.” I say in admiration.

“Oh honey, were’ almost done, now for the real changes, you might want to brace and look down,” the voice says in a toying tone.
I look down and in matter of seconds, I feel the biggest and fifth wave of pleasure emanate from my torso. A heat washes over me, like I am being washed in sun.

Ohhhhhhhhoooo!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!

It takes all my strength not to cry out and look away, but I see my cock stand straight in the air, in a direction it never has before. A harder pulsing sensation hits it and with each movement it contracts smaller and smaller. My testicles respond in unison. Shrinking and being pulled millimeter by millimeter. No sooner had I noticed that change, I felt my organs shifting against my bones and flesh in a weird alien sensation.

“Must be my ovaries,” I say with a muffled tone.

I continue shifting my gaze to my chest and I see my erect nipples enlargen. They shift in color from dark brown to a pink shade lighter. With each breath I see a jiggle bigger than the last on my two pecs, Bigger and bigger they grow, expanding to a sexy full breasts.

“Go ahead, touch them, they’re yours to enjoy,” the voice says.

I cup each breast and feel a pleasure more powerful than I have ever known from that area. But that pleasure is soon eclipsed by my groin again.

“You’re gonna love this last part; enjoy,” she says.

In a split second, I felt like I was jumping off a waterfall into a pool of pleasure that enveloped me. I saw the last vestiges of my penis recede under my new mound and take its place as my clitoris. My balls slid against my new pussy lips and clit, a strong pleasure wave hit me down there as my two balls were pulled inside for the curtain call of my manhood.

A couple seconds of shifting inside and I feel the final cascade of pleasure build, ringing hits my ears, louder and louder. My new clit throbs in rhythm, and I buck my hips in the air. A deep and powerful tidal wave of pleasure washes over me.

Ahhhhhhhh…..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
I see a little bit of love juice spray forth between my legs before my eyes fade to black. And my mind slips into a deep sleep.

It’s dark and I can barely see where I am. I try to stand.

I feel like I just ran a marathon and my legs are like jelly.

My legs slowly regain strength as I will them to move and I go from sitting to standing.
A new weight puts pressure on my chest and I see that I am indeed sporting two C cup, omega shaped breasts.

No sooner as I comprehend that sensation, I feel a wetness trailing down my legs. I touch it with my hand and raise it to my nose. It smells delightful, like lavender and jasmine. I put it to my lips and it tastes of sweetness, almost like nectar or honey. Almost instantly I feel my nipples go erect and my breasts swell. I stammer as I feel my clit pulse and more juices cascade down my pussy lips onto the ground.

After a second I regain control and I stand up straight. My eyes adjust to the dark and I see the moon crest over the horizon between the trees. I must be in the forest.

“Hello, anyone here!!!?” I shout.

I see the moonlight grow from red to yellow to white as it rises high and higher in the night sky. The branches cast many shadows. But I can still see enough to confirm that I am indeed a woman.

The moons rays emanate brighter and brighter until finally I see the moonbeams cause the thicket’s trees and branches to recede leaving a glowing path stretched before me.
Naked and alone, I walk through the forest. My hips gyrate with each step, butt and breasts jiggle in unison. It takes a moment to get used to it. But I adapt and overcome.

I begin seeing strobes of purple light glide effortlessly through the air and follow me step by step. They’re warm and make a whisper sound. I catch small phrases as they zip by.

“Welcome sister”

“You turned out nice”

“Perfection”

“Aren’t you tall”

“Beautiful”

“Keep going”

“I want to play with her”

“Mother will be so happy at her handiwork”

It isn’t until I understand these “faes” that I notice and see that I am heading toward what appears to be a pond.
I break the tree line and see a moonlit pond with still water reflecting a full moon and sky full of stars.
A ball of light begins to grow forth from the depths and builds until I see what appears to be a giant clam spring forth out of the water.

(Cue music)

Just as soon as it surfaces, shadows exit the tree line. The moon reveals naked women bearing instruments from throughout the ages. I see ahead a brown haired, Native American woman gently beating a drum. I look to my right and I see what seems like a Celtic maiden with red hair playing a flute. I look to the left and I see a raven haired Asian woman playing a stringed instrument… an ehru, I believe. More and more join the circle shore. The tune is melodic and haunting, yet joyous as its tempo builds.

The water ripples and moves as churning power emanates from the glowing clam. With a loud clap and a crescendo from the maidens playing, a bright light envelops the circle. I shield my eyes, but in a matter of seconds my eyes adjust to reveal a naked woman standing before me. Her silhouette shifts to reveal a brunette goddess, tall with a slender figure and pert breasts.

She has opens her eyes to reveal emerald green irises, tender full pink lips accentuate her growing smile, a narrow high cheek boned face and olive toned skin appear from the light. She looks like a super model. As a matter of fact, she looks like someone I recognize in a half-remembered dream.

She turns toward me and opens her mouth just as the music dies to a faint and slow beat.

“Welcome daughter,” she says.

In that instant I realized it was her guiding me through this transformation. Her kind and encouraging words helping me to understand the changes brought forth.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” you utter in awe.

“No need to Ma’am, me I am no officer, I am certainly not in the military,” she says with authority and jest.

“Sorry, I’ve always been raised to address the fairer sex with respect,” I say with humility as I look down.

“Daughter, no need to be sorry, this is a joyous day,” she exclaims.

“Then how should I address you?” I say with respect.

“I am Luna, a disciple of the one who loves all and is loved by all,” she proclaims. “When this world took form, she was there to ensure humanity had the drive and desire to continue its existence. Men fought for her, named their children after her and even some died for her.”

“Who is she?” I ask in curiosity.

“She goes by many names, Venus, Aphrodite, Chuang Mu, Bastet, Eros, Hermaphroditus, Nanaya, Ishtar, Xochiquetzal, Qetesh,” said Luna. “She goes by many forms, a mother, a lover, a sister, a vengeful woman, beauty, lust.”

“Luna, why am I here?”

“I will get to that part,” she said in the most motherly of tones.

I stood at attention to emphasize my respect.

“Long ago I was a sorceress named Luna, in your tongue. I prayed and worshiped Venus with love and devotion. She blessed me with children, health and home. My king grew angry at the favor that was shown upon my household. He begged the other gods to smite Venus, to make me wither and die. They laughed at his insolence and told him to go punish me if he truly wanted vengeance. The gods as crafty and scheming as they are, aren’t without mercy or love. The deity called Aries by your tongue, informed Venus of the king’s plans for me. During my monthly sacrifice and orgy, she came to me as a vision and warned of my impending destruction. On my knees and with outstretched arms I begged for her help to spare my family. She told me that I had to go through the nearby woods and seek out a special tree called vulvanostra and pluck seven of its berries. From there I was commanded to brew a potion with its contents. She then commanded me to give the cup to each of the members of her household, slaves and all. Each would take a single sip, no more, no less, with me drinking the last.”

“What happened next,” I asked in suspense.

“In that moment we all partook of it, we changed shape and form. Men became women, women became men. No one was recognizable. I had gone from a beautiful curvaceous female form, to a hardy and handsome man. After agreeing to give one of my daughters as a bride to Zeus, as you know him, he sent a storm to slow the king’s advance upon us. My household fled far and wide as ruin fell upon the king."

“Far and safe away from the danger, my family settled. But all was not well. Venus, sensing my longing to return to my beautiful form, blessed me and my family to revert to our original form and shape for three days every lunar cycle. This type of lycanthropy has since passed through my bloodlines, generation after generation.”

“However it has become thin over time,” sighed Luna. “Few men and women have this blood, like you. You are among those who carry the desire to become the other gender but you are in hiding. Step forth from the shadows.”

“That isn’t me…” I protest before she cuts me off.

“You dare doubt me?!!!” she shouted in a thunderous voice and quickly calming just as quickly as she angered.

“You must be mistaken, Luna,” I say in a shameful tone.

“I do not make mistakes, nor do I let my children make them,” says Luna in a confident tone. “Remember when you were 13 and the first vestiges of puberty hit. You touched yourself to the sight of the female form. But that wasn’t enough, you longed after their beauty, you wanted more. At age 14, you snuck into your mother’s room and put her pink bra to your chest, you admired its feel against your skin. You wished you could fill the cups and transform yourself. I remember you went to the library and went on the internet to look for spells that might change your appearance.”

Deeply repressed thoughts came to the surface. You remembered everything now. How your parents caught you with porn, how they saw the sites you visited, how they beat you and cursed you and rebuked you as you wept all night and suppressed those feelings for many many years.
Tears came out from my eyes like a well spring as all the negative emotions I felt that summer night 12 years ago came breaking forth like a damn. The dream I had of the hallway was just like that moment.

“Why me?”

“Oh my daughter, don’t despair, don’t cry, you have no need to feel that way. Look at yourself, look at your sisters. Are they not happy and beautiful? Don’t you remember when you set out on your own and learned to enjoy sex, enjoying the sexual liberation of adulthood?”

Even more thoughts came rushing back, the one night stands, those new fantasies you discovered with changing tastes in porn. Your girlfriends who taught you love, longing and roleplaying. The one night three years ago, when you searched the web and saw the lesbian porn that made you want to experience it as a woman. The night you also lusted after a model named Victoria Valmer and wished you could be her.

“Holy shi---I mean oh man, I mean…

“Yes, now you see,” Luna said in a prophetic tone. “I have taken the form of the one you first laid eyes on and desired to be as. As I have done for all your sisters and brothers in ages past. It helps them come to understanding their true self faster I find.”

“Why me? How can this happen to me?” I asked incredulously.

“Just as a mother bird never forgets her chicks, so do I never forget the ones who carry my blood,” Luna says as she steps forward and touches my cheek to wipe away the tears. “All beings possess an aura, most beings on this planet bear a neutral aura of grey with tinges of the colors to match their gender, blue in men, pink in women. But my lineage gave men pink auras and women blue."

You noticed the sprites while walking to the pool?”

“Yes” I say.

“They are all the souls of my children brought back to me,” replied Luna. “Spared from the fires of hell or the heavens above, they live out their eternity in my slice of Elysium.”

“How many descendants do you have Luna?” I ask.

“I have, 96,981,433 who all share my blessing. Of that, a mere 80,204 currently walk the earth,” Luna boasts.

“Why THAT many?” I ask, fishing for answer.

“Then there are very few born with the ability to shift with the lunar cycles. Purebloods they’ve declared for themselves, arrogant offspring is what I call them,” added Luna in regretful tone.

“Each soul possess’ a certain level of masculine and feminine traits opposite to their gender. Even you as manly as you once were; you possessed quite a feminine desire not many men know.”

“Many of our kind have lived in the shadows and after many, many years, not everyone lived to pass on this blessing, or curse as some fools call it,” said Luna in scolding tone. “Mothers forgot their daughters were born with Venus’s blessing, fathers neglected to tell their sons of the reason they felt different. After many years, the chances of a werewoman, or wereman, as we are often called, meeting were so few and far between that only after the industrial revolution and the spreading of mankind, have we seen my family grow again.”

“How did I get this blessing then?” I ask in a curious tone. “What was the method of delivery?”

“A month ago during the full moon’s basking glow, you bedded one of my daughters,” said Luna. Gabriella is what she calls herself. "She spotted you amongst the bar, emanating the pink aura amongst the sea of gray blue and pink. I am connected to each one of my daughters, living and dead. Whenever their true self springs forth, their bodies tell them to lie with as many men and women as possible. It keeps my lineage intact and fulfils Venus’s desires to spread her message of love. Whenever they see a kindred soul, they are bound to gauge and observe if they are worthy to bear this blessing. If so, they lie with them, or at my behest, ensure the right one comes and lies with them.”

I remember Gabby; she was the best time of my life. I remember pure ecstasy when she was on me…I catch myself before my mind drifts to that night.

“I understand the sex part, but how did she actually pass it on?” I probe further.

“There a couple means during lovemaking,” she says. “Mainly through traditional penetration. The gods made us to show our true selves when we become one flesh. Oral sex works too. With weremen, when his seed is deposited in the woman’s throat. With women, when she cums into his mouth.”

Jesus I did a lot of oral and vaginal that night, I think to myself.

“When a werewoman finds another woman bearing my aura, to pass on my blessing she must either rub her sex with the woman or get her to lap my daughter’s orgasmic juices,” Luna pantomimes. “When a wereman finds another man, he must do along the same lines and penetrate or get him to take his seed orally. Though I will say, if one of my children doesn’t feel comfortable bedding someone, I ensure they can choose not to. This prevents them from having a bad sexual experience or being raped.”

With a quick motion she opens her mouth and two fangs quickly engage to reveal a long vampire like point on her canines.

“This is the most painful means of transmission and I only encourage it when you find yourself in trouble,” says Luna with her fangs still barred. “It will pass on my blessing and teach the lecherous evil souls a lesson they will never forget. But they become your responsibility once you bite. All werewomen and weremen must ensure those they change do not go rogue or reveal their true nature to the masses.”

She retracts her fangs

“Venus in her wise mercy has left countermeasures to ensure we are not hunted to extinction,” says Luna with a hint of regret. “Those who could not learn or adapt to those tricks were often burned and murdered as witches. History is full of atrocities, many of them against your brothers and sisters. I will teach you of some of your gifts, the rest I leave to Gabby, your sister to instruct you.”

“I have so many questions,” I exclaim.

“I know child, all your brothers and sisters do,” she declares in a motherly tone. “But I will ensure you leave this place with the knowledge to survive.”

“Thank you Luna, I don’t know what to say,” I sheepishly say with tears of gladness.

“You can thank me after you live a full life and your soul returns to me,” Luna says as she reaches to embrace me. “But for starters, you can heed what I am about to tell you. If you are discovered by someone mid-transformation in a moment of weakness, by a man or woman, you can dazzle their memory. First you must make eye contact and stare into them. Some call it the death stare by your modern standards. You then must command them to come closer until you are nearly face to face. Once they are within your reach, you must whisper to them a falsehood or explanation of what they just witnessed. Like they simply were dreaming or hallucinating. This thought will take hold and become truth in their eyes. You can only try this one person at a time and it only works on people who can see you. The eyes are the window to the soul. Use this skill for defense and evasion only, never for monetary gain or collusion against your crimes. Understood?”

“Yes Luna, I understand,”

“Good, now one of your secondary and most crucial abilities is your speed and strength,” she said in a boastful tone. “The greatest male warriors can never hold a phalanx against you in female form. The fastest messengers will keel over long before they could catch up to your swiftness. The amazons were similar to you and I and we possess a lot of their same capabilities. Use these skills to succeed in life. Let no man tell you, you can’t bear shield or spear, let no woman tell you, you cannot bear children or arrest another with your beauty. You are endowed with the blessings of a goddess.”

“I understand Luna,” I say in a confident tone.

"I have commanded Gabriella to watch over you and shepherd you down the right path, at first you will take care of her, and she will take care of you,” she speaks in a parental tone. “You will soon discover the light and darkness inside all werewomen and weremen. Whether you join a pack, stay in a pairbond, or go as a lone wolf is up to you. Remember there are dangers and safeties with each lifestyle. I will leave that choice up to you.”

Luna puts her hand on my shoulder and gestures me to follow her.

“Come, lie with me, I must bed you in order to ensure you know how to handle your body.”

“Excuse me, Luna?”

“I said come lie with me,” she whispers in my ear with a seductive tone.

I melt without giving it a second thought as my legs buckle and I take her hand. She pulls me close to her and presses her lips to mine, giving me my first real kiss as woman. Electricity flows between us and the music picks up as the maidens play a stirring piece. We both gently hold each other and so begins my discovery of womanhood.

I see my vision grow brighter and brighter as a white void surrounds us. Out of nowhere a bed and hanging linen comes to view out of the corner of my eye. White silk sheets and cashmere cover the huge bed. I’m not sure if we moved, or everything around us did, but I feel like we are nowhere near the pond. We both fall into the bed brought before us. It’s cushion is silent, but it caresses us like nothing mortal.

Face to face, Luna and I gaze into each other between moments of heated kissing. As a man, I enjoyed the tender moments and foreplay but this was something else, something I’ve never felt before.

She looks at me with omnipotence, like she has always known me as her lover. Hair falls in front of my face, adding a comic jarring to our passionate moment. She brushes it out of the way and we smile together.

“You’re gonna get used to your new body in time my darling,” Luna says reassuring. “I’ll teach you some of what you need to know as a woman.”
Her left hand on my face begins to wander as she resumes kissing me deeply and more intensely. I feel her fingers gently trace circles on my nipples, caressing the flesh I now own.

OooooooOOOOOooooohhhhhhhhhhhh

I let out a moan, shocked for second at the noise I utter, but quickly Luna brings my attention to her.

She kisses me like no woman has ever kissed me before. Her tongue is in control but the movement of her lips in tandem makes the experience wonderful on its own. I feel her hand wander again further down my torso. I try and brace for the sensations I expect to come next. It’s fruitless.

ahhhhhhhhaaAHHHHHHHHHahhhaAHHH

Her index finger begins to trace the hood covering my clit while her other fingers begin to rub my labia. The sensation of her rubbing my pussy, tells me I’m getting wet. The sensation feels so foreign to me. I always had a hard-on tell me how I felt as a man. Now as a woman, a deeper sensation builds inside me.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHOWWWW

I rub my legs together tight, trapping Luna’s hands for a moment as I try and get wits together. But with a hidden strength she adjusts and mounts on top of me, never breaking her contact with my lips. Her body lies even to mine, our nipples are touching. She gently rocks her chest against mine, giving me another sensation I never knew before.

MHhmmmmmhhhhhhhhh

“A woman’s body is delicate and sensitive, but a werewoman’s body transcends that my child,” Luna says in the brief pause of our love making. “You will find it will not take much to turn you on. Learning to master your inner voice and desires is the first challenge all of our kind face.”

“How can I control myself, I feel like I’m about to explode,” I exclaim.

“Like with any art or craft…practice,” Luna says with a devilish grin.

Luna immediately repositions herself and begins to knead my breasts with her hands as she licks between my cleavage.

OOAHHAHHHAAAAHH

I move my hand to my mouth to cover my moans.

“No need to hide your joy and pleasure honey, we are alone and far away from anyone else,” Luna reassures me.

She traces circles on my nipples with her tongue, using her hands to stimulate the soft mounds I now admire. They feel bigger I think to myself. It’s a weird feeling seeing her fondle me like this, considering I was once in her place. Then again, being caressed and sexed by the spirit of your ancestor is something I never considered as a possibility of experiencing.

She squeezes my breasts together and takes both nipples into her mouth.

“OOOOOOOOOOOAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream as my hips buck.

Her tongue whips my nipples while her lips make a seal around areolae. Her method reminds me of how I liked to fondle my lover’s breasts. I was always a boob man as they say. Well now I’m glad I got my own. In a split second the pleasure becomes too much and my orgasm takes off.

“AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

My back arches as a shudder in pleasure my body never knew. My eyes roll back and my moans fill the void. Like tasting dessert for the first time, I think to myself.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH,” I come down slowly from the orgasmic high.

Luna gets off me and I sit up to see a small pool of my cum on white silk sheets.

“I’ve only just started, you might want to hold on tight,” Luna says as she brings her face to my pussy.

I fall on my back and wait for the next wave of euphoria. I can feel her taking a moment of suspense as her warm breath dances across my skin, teasing me.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

I moan louder as a she laps my juices with her wonderful tongue. Each movement, each point of contact her mouth makes sends a fire, a lightning bolt, a force a nature to my brain. As a man, blow jobs felt wonderful and intimate. Luna leaves all those feelings behind with each flick of her tongue. I feel intimidated by her abilities, but my fiery side takes over and I grab her hair in a vain attempt to brace for what she is delivering.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AOOOOOOOOOO YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Her tongue makes all sorts of patterns, figure 8’s, up, down, side to side. I can’t keep track of all her actions, the pleasure begins to crowd any other sensation down there.

UHNNNNNNNNNGGGNNN OHHHH PLEASE I CAN’T TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
She tenderly squeezes her lips against my clit and I cum instantly.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

My loins spray a gentle stream of hot cum in Luna’s mouth and face. She drinks it in.

“While you are no heavy squirter, like all werewomen, your body loves to tell your lovers when you’re enjoying yourself,” she purrs as she moves to lie against me right side. She kisses me and we are back to staring into each other’s depths.

“Catch your breath dear, we have a lot to cover tonight before I send you back,” Luna states.

I look up and only see sheets of fabric and white light dominating my view. I forgot, but I am indeed still catching my breath for some reason. The thought of me being sent anywhere else right now seems foreign and terrible. I turn back to Luna and kiss her again.

“Can we try something new?” I ask in anticipation.

“Hahah, of course honey, what do you desire?” Luna responds.

“Let’s try some 69,” I say sheepishly at the thought of this next experience.

“No need to ask me; let your body do the talking, child.” Luna woos me in confidence. “I need some pleasure down there and I want to see what you can do.”

I slowly turn to face her feet and move toward her pussy with a slow, menacing crawl. Upon a close glance of her mons I see her pussy has no hair, razor bumps or imperfections caused by care or hygiene. Her pussy glistens in lust. I need to oblige.

“”mhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhm AHMMMMMHHNMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM””

We both start licking each other’s sweet nectar. As a man, 69 was not the easiest to do. I was always to long and tall for most of my lovers to try. God knows my cock was stubborn and didn’t like the angle. As a woman, this is just delightful, Luna’s pussy and mine line up perfectly with our mouths.

“”AHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHUHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMM””

We moan in unison. I buck my hips against her tongue as it hits my folds like a miniature cock. Her legs nearly crush my head as I lap her pussy. Her cum tastes sweet, sweet like mine, like Gabriella’s.

The thought of pleasing Luna and getting pleasure from her begins to overwhelm me. Such a new feeling is too much for my head.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS,”

I cum harder, with a rolling wave of ecstasy. My instinct tells me to keep licking. Luna doesn’t relent.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOHHHHHHHH
AAHHHLUOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GOOODDDDDD”

I cum a second and third time. As the last rush of pleasure crests, I collapse on Luna and roll off her delicate body.

I’m in shock at all the pleasure my body is giving me. No real refractory period, no downtime, no soft cock. As a man, I would have to wait 10-15 minutes to go again, as a woman, it’s almost a complete recharge.

“I know what you want to do next,” Luna coyly suggests. “You’ve always wanted to try this next move.”

I search my memory as a haze of pleasure lifts. Oh, scissoring or tribbing, clam jousting, venus humping, clit-clatting, touching tacos. One of the first things in porn that aroused me so much. One of the first things that awakened my latent desires to share the female form. One of the first things I’ve desired to feel since I wanted to be a woman.

“Yes my sweet daughter, I know you’ve wanted to try the supreme kiss that can only be given between women,” Luna says as she moves her pussy toward mine. “It’s my favorite too.”

She moves her right leg under my left, and I move my right over her left. With gentle inching and moving our pussies finally touch.

“You need to start slow, gentle circles,” she says with a trailing moan. “Let your pussy take control as it builds and follow my lead precious.”

Ohhhoohh, I let out a moan as she starts this charge of pleasure.

I brace my arms against the fabric of the bedding, and let my hips move and gyrate with Luna’s direction. The pleasure slowly builds with each caress of our pussies. With this there is no penetration, no deep thrusting. As a man, I would often be leading the escapades, dominating and thrusting every fiber of my manhood deep within my lover’s folds. As a woman, It is more gentle, as I feel her juices mix with mine, and feel her clit graze mine, sending a building pleasure in my loins. I could best describe it as a feeling of humping silk to my male friends. But I’m happy I have Luna all to myself right now.

““ahhhhhAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOHHHH”” we both moan.

“YESSSS YESSSSS YESSS THAT’S IT, YOU’RE GETTING IT!” Luna exclaims.

Our pussies are dancing now and I can feel my muscles tensing to keep up this acrobatic position. She moves one arm to grab my thigh and brings her pussy into closer contract with mine. I take it as my prerogative to increase speed and force.

“UHHHHHHGGGGHHHHHAAAAHHHH THAT’S THE SPOT YES!!!!!!!” I scream.

“Ohhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhh watch your pace ooooohhhhhh AHHHHHH, you’re not a man putting it in me, you can have finesse, oooooohhhhh that’s good.” Luna counsels.

This is the first sex move I never could have performed as a man, at least not like this and I’m loving it. It’s beginning to wear me out though. I wet my fingers and grab her right breast to fondle.

“There you go, sweetie, think like a woman,
AHHHHHHHH,”

Luna purrs.

“Ohhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh,” I moan in return.

I move to match her wet sliding pussy to mine. My nub gets firmer and firmer with each pass. I can see Luna panting in pleasure, sweat covers our bodies as we both do not relent in giving up our dance.

"There we go, YES YES, YOU’RE SO WET, MAKE ME CUMMMM, MAKE ME CUMMMM," Luna commands.

“Ahhhhhhh yessss I need to ccummmm, make me cummmmmm Luna,”’

"OHHHHHHHHH YESSS I’M CUMMING, I’M COMING, I’M CUMMING!!!!!!!," Luna shouts.

Faster and faster we edge each other’s pussies, until it hits us both in the most splendid and powerful simultaneous orgasm.

OH MY GOD YES, WE’RE CUMMING, CUMMING, GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I shout as Luna’s orgasmic chorus joins mine.

We collapse together in exhaustion, on the bed after our gliding velvet for what felt like an eternity. I slowly crawl back to Luna’s bosom to nuzzle her in comfort and joy.

“Thanks for the best sex of my life Luna, I don’t know what to say or do to show my joy,” I confess.

“I always love it when one our own comes home,” said Luna. “While time has not the same concept here, these homecomings don’t happen as often as I would like, and I certainly savor each moment with my heirs.”

Luna sits up after our moment passes in silence and begins to stand in a dominant posture.

“That was simply the first act my dear soul,” Luna reveals. “To live as a werewoman, is to live as a lover of both women and men. To be free who to love and to welcome you to the sisterhood I must break the bonds of your virginity. After all, how can you recruit future sisters if you do not know how to bed and lie with a man?”

With the finish of her sentence, her clit begins to grow, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, her clitoris transforms into a large veiny cock before my widening eyes. A set of balls dangle below her new manhood. I still see she retains her large bosom though.

“I will teach you how to suck a cock, fuck a man dry and leave him begging for more,” Luna says in a dominating tone as she beckons me to my knees. “First I want you to learn how to properly take a man into your mouth.”

Hypnotized by her new member and overwhelmed by my new instincts I slowly drop my jaw and slide my tongue out to lick the tip of her cock.

“Mhmmmmhhhmm, nice and slow, yes my child,” Luna nods in approval.

I begin to lap her huge 9 inch cock like it was ice cream, not sure if I’m ready to let me lose myself yet.

“Don’t be scared, take me in,” Luna commands.

I slide my lips over the tip of her cock slowly in response, trying hard to keep my teeth away from her member.

“Yes, there we go, you get it, keep going, ahhhhh,” Luna responds.

Feelings of sexiness begin to cloud my head. A different new sensation, like now I know I have been gifted the responsibility of pleasing others in new ways. Drawing from my memories of getting blow jobs I try to repeat the same gestures that pleased me.
I reach with my right hand to wrap my index and thumb around the base of Luna’s shaft as I further slide her cock into my mouth.

“MHHHHHMMMMMMM, yes that’s better, let your instincts guide you,” Luna advises as she tosses her head back in a moment of pleasure.

I begin to suck and move my mouth up and down Luna’s shaft, using my saliva to coat her member and lubricate my next actions.

“Atta girl, that’s the spirit, let it fill you,” Luna commends. “Mhmmmmmmm, you’re a natural.”

Feeling the sexy encouragement, I begin twisting and stroking my hand on her cock with the movement of sucking.

“Yesssssssssssssss much hotter, drink me in,” Luna moans. “Cradle my balls for more sensation honey, please.”

I oblige and reach with my left to cup her testes as gently as possible. This whole act feels hot, but fuddles my mind. I never thought to do this as a straight man, but sitting here on my knees sucking, fills a void and makes me feel all girly and sexy. I feel wetness build again in my pussy.

“Yessssss, slowly fondle them, fondle, stroke them, caress me, caress me like a lover you have seduced after a night out,” Luna says with ever increasing pleasure in her voice. “There, keep going, unnhgghhhhhhh, yes yes, suck it.”

Thoughts fill my head, sexy thoughts. I am the seductress, making men whimper and slaves to my body. I am the seducer, the vixen, I am woman, I am a werewoman. With divine inspiration and motivation, the feeling to be the one desired by and above all focuses my attention on Luna stronger than ever. I move my mouth and hands faster, striving to caress every inch of her. I look up for a moment to see her fondling her own breasts, which fills me with joy and pride.'

I’m gonna make her cum her brains out. Faster and faster I stroke, suck and play with her manly loins, letting all vestiges of taboos and doubt fade away.

“Yes, feel the inspiration well unnnhhhhhhgghh inside you,” Luna moans. “You’re gonna make me blow, uhggnnng ahhhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhh yes, I’m coming I’m coming, I’m coming. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHAAHAHAHA.”

In a split second I decide how to handle her cum. Never one to retreat or half ass a job, I keep my mouth on her member and I feel the first spray of her hot cum shoot into my mouth. The sensation stiffens my nipples and wets me further. Her load tastes like sweetness, honey or faint syrup.

A second, a third and a fourth spray hit my mouth and throat. It fills me up and pours out the edges of my mouth. I take my mouth off her cock and swallow her whole load, trying to please the goddess I just served. Never having taken cum like this, I hope that all men taste this delicious.

“Yummmm mmmmmmm” I moan as I swallow the last bit.

“Bravo, my my, you are a go getter,” she says with excitement. “Not everyone swallows on the first try.”
I still feel an empty horniness inside me. I lie on my back and begin to pleasure myself on instinct.

“You know what comes next don’t you, you sexy student,” Luna says as she lowers herself on top of me.

“I got an idea,” I say as I spread my legs wide still massaging my pussy. “I need to know how the other half lives.”

A masculine sensation hits my mind.

“There’s no turning back from here,” my masculine self speaks. “You are about to take someone else into your inner being. You’re losing your virginity all over again. Once she pops your cherry, I won’t be calling the shots anymore dear friend. You are never going to be as whole again. I can’t fight back against this unrelenting tide. Sigh Get it over with.”

He fades as I feel Luna’s cock slowly penetrate my pussy. I wince at the tightness and yet pleasurable sensation hitting my pelvis.

“SHEHHHHHHHS AHHHHHHHHHHHH, you’re inside me, that’s it.” I shudder.

“Not at all,” Luna confesses as she drives her meat deeper into my pussy. “Uhgnnnnnn its tight.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I scream as I feel her cock tearing and spreading my flesh inside.

“Lucky for all my descendants, not much blood, and it’s a quicker change than normal women,” Luna states matter of factly.
She keeps pushing her cock further and further into me until I feel it barely touch my cervix.

“You’re gonna love this next part,” Luna coos.

She slowly pulls her cock back out, and slowly guides it back in, moving it a little faster with each thrust.

“UGHNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I tremble.

“Yes, your pussy is accepting me more and more darling, just let me take you home!!” Luna declares in ecstasy. “AHHHHH uuuhaaa yes, fuck yes, FUCK YEAH!!!!! Be proud of your womanly folds, be proud of your pussy.”

I feel ripples and veins of her cock hitting my pussy lips and wall. She’s filling up every inch of my pussy. My new womanhood is pulsing with pleasure in response. I spread my legs wider in response.

“Feel like a woman… feel sexy……ughhhhhh…..you have a long life of love and pleasure ahead, sweetie,” Luna says. “Never let anyone make you feel….ughhnn … guilt over what you are…..ahhhhhhh…. Bask in the pleasure, become the girl you were born to be.”

“OHHHHHHHHHUHGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNNN,” I moan in response.

Luna begins kissing me feverishly and I wrap my legs around her to bring her cock deeper inside me.
Harder and faster Luna pounds me, and my body further descends into lust. I hold on and let her lead the pace, trying my best to help her in the throes of pleasure.

"Ohhhhh yes, let me pound that pussy, ughnnn ahhhhhh yes you dirty girl, you love cock, you want my cock, you need my cock,” Luna orders me.

“Yess I love cock, yes I love sex, I love my pussy, I love my breasts, my smooth skin, my dainty hands, I love, I love pussy, I love pleasing others, I love men, I love women, I love pleasing others, I love pleasing myself,” I confess as my body burns with the beginning of another orgasm.

“Who are you?” Luna asks.

“I’m Nate,” I respond meekly.

“Noooooo!” her voice booms with a tremble.

“I’m Nat…..Nat……Nata….NatashaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoohhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

A new orgasm wracks my body, giving me the feelings of womanhood in new ways. My head spins as her pulsing member brings me too many orgasms to count.

“Yes Natasha, let me give you what you’ve been owed your whole life,….unnnghhhh. You are mine….ushher in a new beginning and be the woman were meant to be…. AHHHHH AHHHH UHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUGHHHAAAHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWOAOOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

She cums inside me, filling me up deeply with her warm essence. I quiver uncontrollably as she looks into my face and smiles. Her hands caress and brush away the sweat and hear from my face.

“You did wonderfully,” she says before kissing me. “I can’t wait to see your future.”

“Thank you Luna for giving me this,” I say with a drained tone in my voice. “I don’t know how to ever thank or repay your love.”

“Sure you will dear,” Luna responds. “Live a full life and return to me when the time comes. You need to return but I will always be watching over you.”

Luna places her hand on my chest and a white energy blinds my vision and focus.

After a moment of solitude in my thoughts, my vision slowly returns. I think I see a person, a face, a woman’s face staring at me. She’s blonde, I see she’s in blue cammies.

“Gabriella?!!!!!!!” I shout inside my head. I can’t move or respond.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Story is intended for a mature audience, age 18 or 21 in some countries. Story features, straight and lesbian sex, implied rape, a scene of futanari and gender transformations of male to female and female to male. The story also contains graphic violence and language. Serving with Distinction contains elements of the Werewoman Handbook series as well as lore from other werewoman fiction.

Darkness surrounds me. I hear a young woman giggling, then another and yet another, as the silhouette of a woman steps forth. Her features are hidden but she has a warmth and calming air about her.

“Welcome home,” the voice says. “Do not despair, for your future stretches far beyond your own comprehension. I have great plans for you.”

“Where am I, what do you want from me?” I ask in a worried tone.

“I cannot tell you yet, but you will see more of me soon,” she says. “I need you to stay safe until then watch for and WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!!!,”

“Huh?”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP MACGREGGOR!!!”

The sound reverberates around me as I feel a sharp pain on my side.

I open my eyes to see a brightness quickly overshadowed by the shape of large man with a bald head sporting sunglasses.
“I didn’t say you could sleep on this range,” the large man says in a thick New York accent as bits of spit laced with chewing tobacco spew out.

“No SIR!!!” I shout.

Regaining vision and focus I see Gunnery Sergeant Berry staring me down with a look of disgust and anger.

“Your relay is almost up, but then you’d know that if you paid the fuck attention Serrggeant!” he shouts in a tone that both challenges my rank and discipline. “Get your shit on and go to the firing line.”

Getting up, I look for Corporal Deveraux, the one who was supposed to warn me of anyone on the warpath and wake me up from my cat nap. I see him 100 yards away, smoking in a circle with other Marines and laughing. I also see half the company asleep on their packs and gear.

Motherfucker.

With the speed of a race pit crew, I don my plate carrier armor, Kevlar helmet, M4 Carbine and camera. Let me introduce myself, the name’s, Nate, Nate MacGreggor and this is my life.

Sweat covers every inch of me as I pant in the 95 degree heat. September in Guam is not like September in the states. I reach for my camelback bladder on my back and with a tiny moment of relief, it still feels cool and half-full. I dash for the column of Marines grabbing ammunition from the nearby table.

A grunt hands me my ammo and I begin to load my magazines with the appropriate amount of ammunition and prepare to do my live fire training.

Corporal Antione Donaldo, 1st Squad leader, 1st Platoon, Bravo Company greets me with a shit eating grin.

“The look on your face was priceless, Mac,” says the tall African American grunt with a smile. “He gives us all shit, but you he likes to gift wrap it and sign, seal, deliver.”

“Yeah well it doesn’t help that I’m the reason he got his ass chewed and written up during pre-deployment training,” I respond. “I know I did run off during our raid mission to get a better shot with my camera, how was I supposed to know he’d move his team so fast and far?”

“No excuses is the name of the game man,” said Donaldo.

I know he’s right and I also know that Gunny Berry is the kind of guy that flips shit at the slightest error. I put that thought away and focus back on preparing to shoot. I make my way to my firing position, wait for instruction. The command is given, I prepare my weapon, sight in and fire.

CEASEFIRE!!!

I approach the target and see the tight cluster of holes greets me from the chest of the paper dummy I just went to war with.
“Well at least you can shoot,” says Berry as he spits a wad of chewing tobacco. “Too bad your job is as useful as shit flavored candy.”
Lovely wordsmith for an asshole.

“I definitely would try sleeping with one eye open tonight if I were you,” said Donaldo with a chuckle. “Gunny’s especially grouchy today.”
Today’s hike almost killed a third of us with all the heat and humidity. Just another day in paradise I tell myself.

I’m used to dealing with assholes. I’m what you call a military journalist. I take pictures, caption photos, write stories, work with media and generally tell the Marine story. Been doing it for about 7 years and worked with many people under the sun. The Gunny Berry’s who don’t care about this occupation also don’t see its significance, the Donaldo’s, who’ve seen what we can do, see it as a way to preserve history. He also sees me as his personal photographer, but that part isn’t the point.

After I finish shooting for the day, I holster my rifle, pull out my camera and spend the rest of the daylight hours capturing some shots of the training. My day’s take of training photos are mixed with shots of shenanigans by bored Marines.

“Yeah this is history,” I chuckle.

I smoke a few cigarettes , take off my armor and lie down next to my gear. Laying adjacent to me is my good buddy Sergeant Brad Sizemore. His sunglasses hide his eyes but he appears to be napping. His long face and pointed nose are the only physical differences between us, otherwise we could be brothers.I take piece of my bar and prepare to lodge it in his nose.
“You are a lousy prankster Mac,” he says with a blank face.

I throw the ball of protein at Deveraux and resume eating. The blonde-haired combat engineer sits up and moves his earbud to my face.
“New mix track from Tiesto, thought you’d like it,” he says.

“Thanks Brad”

Listening to the music I get lost in the beat for a moment. Brad is an Afghanistan veteran like me. He served in Sangin while I travelled all over that damn country. Like me, he’s an enabler that supports the mission except he supports it by blowing shit up. He’s been a good friend for the past four months. We met while standing guard in an Amphibious Assault Vehicle. I knew we were gonna be best bros since started singing “Queen” and “Tenacious D” on a motivation hike.

“owwwww” I grimace.

“Shrapnel bothering you again?” he asks.

“Yeah, you’d think the docs would be able to get all the tiny metal pellets and rocks out,” I say with sarcasm.

We both chuckle and spend the rest of the day relaxing while trying to enjoy this paradise. I fall asleep inside my sleeping bag soon after the near full moon arrives.

Once more I am in the shadows, I see what looks like a hallway dimly lit. I can see many doors open. In the first room on my left I can see a young teen, his back is turned to me. I see him reach for some books. They look like art books. He reaches into his pants and begins to masturbate.

I turn to my right and it’s a dark room with the light of the computer monitor casting a silhouette. I approach the boy to see what he’s watching. It’s a short length lesbian clip. The boy doesn’t notice me.

I keep moving down the hallway. Each room I pass is the same, each boy is the same one. In one room he is drawing naked women dancing, in another he is looking at a PLAYBOY. I can see that I am watching the sexual coming age of someone, someone who feels close to me.

The farther down the hallway I get I can see the boy’s taste’s change. In one room I see him sex chatting. In another he is rubbing what appears to be women’s pantyhose or leggings on his cheek. Farther down the hallway I can see him trying on various garments.
The last door at the end of the hallway, I hear shouting and sobbing. The voices I can’t make out, but the anger tells me it is an all too familiar sight. Two parents are standing over the boy, shouting at him as the child holds his hands in his face. The mother is holding a pair of panties in hand and shaking them in disgust. The boy is being scolded for what his parents caught him doing. I feel sympathy and for a strange reason feel like I’ve been here. The scene darkens and I feel like I am moving to another place in time.

Now I smell what appears to be burning timber. A faint glow enters my gaze and I cautiously move toward it. As I step forward I see that it is a bonfire. I see a bunch of shadows dancing around it as I enter the clearing. One of them moves away from the fire and saunters toward me. With a quick run and leap it tackles me to the ground. I see she is a woman as she plants a firm kiss on my lips and centers her face to mine. I see her facial features. Blonde layered, cascading hair frames her model face, for what can be described as a combination of Kate Upton and Scarlett Johansson. She hovers her beautiful face over mine while keeping me pinned and immobile.
She opens her mouth wide and fangs descend from her lips. A guttural sound escapes her lips and…

ROOAAAARRR

Startled, I wake up to find the first light of dawn shine between the palm trees.

Helluva dream

The company of Marines and me pack up camp, eat breakfast, shave and prepare for the 10 mile hike back to ship.
Scattered along the asphalt route, dead roasted toads remind me of how hot it is getting in the morning.

“At least this is downhill” I tell myself out loud.

Around noon we make it back to the grey painted, steel behemoth we call home. The USS Hickory, landing support vessel and logistics ship, never looked more welcoming. I make it to my quarters, drop my gear and get to the ship’s bathroom before the rush to get off crowds the passageways.

After expelling the gallon of water I drank this morning, I put away my dirty tan camouflage uniform and shower off the stink of the field. My feet ache but I know it won’t matter in two hours. I put on my most fashionable yet casual clothes. I decide on my blue plaid shirt buttoned halfway with sleeves rolled covering a white undershirt. Khaki Cargo pants are held up by a cloth belt and brown schooner shoes cover short brown ankle socks.

Just as I soon as I finish spraying cologne, Brad arrives in my quarters. He is wearing a “suns out guns out” T-shirt under a thin black short sleeve button up, denim shorts and skater shoes. A now empty room full of stacked and neatly made bunk beds shows just how far behind the fun we are.

“The logistics guys left this morning, lucky bastards,” I say with a tinge of anger. “Can you believe they left the room in shambles, took me an hour to hide their mess.”

“Yeah, well pussy, at least you worked enough these few days to really enjoy this port call,” Brad teased. “Who knows you might get laid.”

“Couldn’t we all use that,” I say with a smile. “Our hotel is locked on right?”

“Yeah got us on the 8th floor in the Hyatt,” he reassures me. “I can’t say how lucky we are. We got the last cheap room and we’re only a handful of guys allowed to stay overnight. We are going to get pussy easy my friend.”

I laugh, knowing full well how hard tonight’s fun will hit us. The military knows that when it lets loose hundred and Marines and Sailors on a couple nights of liberty, shit gets out of hand real fast. So getting permission from our superiors took some heavy asking. Thankfully, my Captain was enlisted once and knew the struggle.

I finish combing my hair and examine myself one last time before departing. My dirty blonde hair is trimmed, my square forehead and jaw is clean and my nose is acne free.

“LETS DO THIS!!” I shout.

It takes about 15 minutes to get through the exodus of Marines leaving the ship. Brad and I spend the daylight hours shopping. We look for clothes, my brand of cigarettes and other essentials I can’t normally get on a warship in the middle of the ocean. As I walk past the lingerie, my mind wanders to the display models. Their sexy poses and garments catch my eye. I brush it off after a minute passes and proceed to check out.

As the sun is setting Brad and I link up with Donaldo and Sgt. Aaron Doyle and we catch a bus to the hotel strip. It takes about 30 minutes but the wait only makes anticipation better. We get dropped off downtown and take in the sights. Neon lights, signs for miles. Japanese tourists dominate the foot traffic. I see a few familiar faces walk past us.

The four of us look for a place to eat. We choose The Hard Rock Café and eat our fill before we venture out to the bars. Club Fission, Honey Karaoke, the Wild West Saloon, bar after bar, we pub crawl and sample the best each establishment offers. Feeling halfway to fucked up I notice one bar in particular. A giant surfboard, with a large bite in it reads, “Jump the Shark”. Being a fan of Jaws and curious at what they serve, I convince my rag tag group of lady killers to go inside.

We get inside and the first thing I notice is that the place looks like the inside of a cartoon shark.

Guess we didn’t actually jump over it but into it, hahahahah

A big Chamorro man is working the far end of the bar, but a nice looking Japanese woman approaches wearing a low cut top showing her God given gifts before she redirects our attention.

“What will you be drinking tonight fellas,” she asks in her hyper voice.

By now the local Ska band is getting loud and it takes us a couple tries to ask our hostess for the house special.

“You’re gonna love this one,” she shouts. “It’s called ‘rum run for your life’ quadruple shots of banana and blackberry liqueur mixed with light and dark rums, topped with local grown pineapples, some orange peels and a dollop of grenadine served in a fishbowl.
We all unanimously agree to this drink. I think it might be my last if I don’t take it easy.

While she mixes the drinks, two women enter the bar. They look incredibly sexy in their clubwear, one, a redhead sports a short grey dress, the other a blonde is wearing a plaid miniskirt and tube top. Just as I am about to turn around a third woman enters the bar, a woman whose beauty calls my mental state into question.

They say when you meet the hottest girl you will ever see, time slows down. You know what, it did. The song, “Bad Fish” starts playing as soon as she comes into full view. From what I can best describe in my drunken state, I am seeing a goddess. I look to see dark colored stilettoes clack as she walks forward and with each step I look up to take in more and more of this beauty. Black stockings grace her legs followed by what appears to be a Knee-length Halter Black Empire Chiffon.

“Wait, how did I guess THAT?” I ask myself in shock.

I see her beautiful model face scan the room and make eye contact with me. A smile crosses her red, full lips. She walks past my squad and I though and instead decides to sit at the table in the far corner of the room.

Our hostess comes out from the backroom with four fishbowls filled with alcohol. Their red opacity and floating shark fins reminds me of the namesake of this drink.

Hahahaha.

We all crowd around our drinks and in vain we try and lift without spilling. We all agree to a truce and use straws for these behemoths.
“Guys, if I can’t finish this, tell my wife I love her,” said Doyle.

PUSSY!!!! The rest of us shout and then get to chugging.

As I take my first sips, I notice through the red lights and strobes that the angel in the corner is staring at my direction as she puffs on a cigarette. Laser like stare come to think of it. Like a predator, like a wolf eying his kill. Those eyes, that hair, she looks like Kate Upton and Scarlett Johan---

PSSEEEEEEEWWWWWWW

I spit my drink and spray the gang in the most uncool fashion.

“Woah dude, what the fuck?” says Donaldo.

“Seriously Mac, party foul number 3,” jokes Brad.

“Sorry guys it went down the wrong tube,” I declare.

“PHRASING, BOOM!!” Shouts Doyle.

We all laugh and then they turn to see who I was looking at. The woman, none other than the girl of my dreams. This is getting weird. Like blood in the water, my squad all internalizes how they will claim her for their night of fun. Maybe not Doyle, he’s married and true. Brad and Donaldo face me and face each other.

“Like she will ever talk to you Nate, you just showed the smoothness of gravel,” said Donaldo confidently staring at her.
I can see now she is listening to the music, not paying attention to me or my squad. Who knows, maybe she isn’t into guys. Not that it’s a bad thing.

“I’m gonna give it a shot first losers,” declares Brad.

Brad walks confidently over to the angel’s table.

He asks to sit next to her, she looks disappointed and it Iooks like says no.

Brad walks back with his tail between his legs, defeated.

“Yep pretty sure she’s a dyke,” says Brad.

“You don’t know that, besides once she sees what I’m packing, lesbian or not, she want to ride this train,” said Donaldo in the most confident and cheesy tone. “Toot toot bitches.”

A few moments later, a similar scene plays out and he comes back with a dissatisfied look.

“Yep definitely a lesbian,” sighs Donaldo. “You got no chance in hell Mac.”

The guys grab their drinks and fan out to salvage what they can with the other ladies in the room. I see a girl who looks like one of our sailor’s from the Hickory. She asks to sit next to the angel. She accepts. I can see the sailor coming on hard. Eisenburg is her name, yeah. She definitely plays for the other team.

But after what seems like five minutes, the lesbian sailor also fails to get the attention of the angel.
Strange, I think to myself.

After Eisenberg departs, the angel makes eye contact with me again, I move away from the crowd and she flashes a seductive huge smile at me.

“Alright fuckers, watch and learn,” I shout as I pass and slap Brad’s back.

I walk over with as much control and sobriety my brain will allow.

“Mind if I sit here, my lady,” I say in the most gentlemanly fashion.

“You are the first guy…or girl not trying to throw me their cheesiest A-game,” she says with air quotes.

“I’m sorry I’m in way over my head, you’re out of my league, sorry to bother you,” I say as I start to walk away.

She reaches out her hand and grabs my arm before I can move another step. Her grip and strength catch me off guard.

“Please don’t leave, I didn’t mean to be rude,” she admits.

“Well okay…thanks,” I say.

For some stupid reason, I extend my hand and try and shake hers.

“Nate”

“Hahah,” she chuckles as she shakes my hand. “I’m Gabriella.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” I say to her.

We release our grips and I notice she is still smiling, looking through me like I have some inner truth inside.

“Is there something on my face?” I ask desperately.

“Oh, my apologies, I love your aura,” she admits in an embarrassed tone.

“My aura, I have an aura?” I ask her.

“I’m kind of like a druid,” she reveals. “I see people’s true auras’ quite often.”

“Really what does mine look like?” I ask with curiosity.

“Yours for starters is really bright, like almost brighter than the stage kind of bright,” she says slightly squinting. “It’s also really pink, Magenta got nothing on you dude.”

“Pink? Okay, that’s different,” I say surprised. “Is that normal?”

“Let me put it this way, it’s not bad thing in the least, it’s actually really comforting,” she admits with relief in her tone. “Many people have different intensities of brightness and color.”

“What about my buddy Brad?” I ask pointing to my friend who looks like he’s doing well with a Japanese tourist.

“His is pretty bright and strong, it’s mostly blue with some hints of pink shade emanating,” she adds.

“What about Donaldo?”

“He is blue, like heavy blue,” she admits. “One of the deepest colors I’ve ever seen.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask a little annoyed.

“It’s your personality type more or less,” she confesses.

“So what’s the room average?” I ask again.

“Some grays, some silvers, blues and pinks, a mix of intensities too,” she says matter of factly.

“What is your aura then, pink too?” I fish for a reaffirming response in hopes hers matches mine.

“Mine’s purple, been so for a long time,” she says as her gaze shifts to stare at nothing.

“Okay, is that unique?” I inquire.

“Yeah, it’s rare, but don’t sell yourself short, auras don’t make the man,” she says reassuringly. “Honesty and heart do.”

“Alright, while we are being honest, I must confess I’m a terrible dancer,” I admit.

“That’s not a problem, you can’t dance to this terrible Sublime cover band anyway,” she says as she gets up. “Listen, if you’re not too hammered, want to do some shots?”

“I’d love to,” I exclaim.

“Fantastic,” she says with an enthusiastic smile.

She grabs my hand and pulls me up with some severe force and takes the lead as we walks toward the bar. She seems tall, I know the heels change her height but she looks like she stands at a confident 5’10, the heels do make her as tall as me at 6’2. The guys see her walking with me and the looks they give me make me smile like a doofus.

“You know you have the strongest grip of any woman I’ve ever met,” I confess.

“I hope so, I do Cross-Fit,” she says proudly.

"She is going to break me in two,” I mutter internally.

I laugh and complement her.

“Explains why you look so good.”

We get to the bar and she orders a dozen shots of tequila.

“Six for me and six for you,” she lays them out in row. “Try and keep up.”

With cat-like speed and reflexes, she downs three shots while I’m on number one. In a few seconds she finishes, and squirts the lime juice and shakes salt in a sexy double hand/blow job pantomime above her head. Doyle drops his drink when he sees this. The shattering glass breaks her concentration and she laughs upon the realization of what she was doing.

“hahahahahahahahahah, I’m not a fucking slut I swear,” she says

“No, didn’t really get what you mean,” I lie.

“Well you need to finish what you started Mr. Suave,” she says with a party girl tone. “Here, I’ll finish these three, you finish the last one.”

“Challenge accepted,” I say.

She finishes all three together in one quick motion as I barely finish mine. In awe, she looks happy and mostly sober.

What am I getting myself into?

“You still need to chase the shot you cheater,” she exclaims. “Here try it now.”

She squirts the lime juice across her cleavage with her left hand and with the speed and intensity of an amazon, grabs my neck and head with her right and pulls my face into her bosom. I am in heaven. I hear few glasses break while smothered between her mounds of majesty.

Must be my squad

I lick as best as I can and a cooing moan escapes her throat that sounds like the voice of divine beauty.

“Don’t forget the salt,” she shouts as she lifts my face to her mouth.

I taste the salt on her lips but it soon wears off as she sticks her tongue in my mouth and we begin to make out. Strange though, her mouth tastes like nectar, maybe honey, not something I was expecting. I come up for air and she gazes into my eyes with the most honest look in her eyes.

“You’re a better kisser than you let on,” she says in sultry and hushed tone.

She embraces me and whispers in my ear the words I’ve waited for all night.

“I don’t know about you, but let’s get out of here,” she says.

“Please, let’s do,” I say as suave as possible.

As we prepare to leave the bar. I motion for Brad to pay the tab. He glances an evil look at me. But Gabriella covers the tab with two $100 bills that she pulls out of thin air. She winks at our hostess and tells her to go buy something sexy. The woman goes weak at the knees for a second. Only I notice this power of sexual energy.

We make our way to the exit, the guys quickly follow suit.

“Hey Nate, what you smoking?” she asks me.

“Here, try these menthol’s,” I say as I pull them out of my pocket.

“Mmmmm, my favorite, thank you,” she says gratefully.

I give her my zippo and with deft hands, she lights the smoke in one single motion and hands me it before I can register. My boys exit the club, Brad and Donaldo both exit holding a girl. Doyle follows them out while talking to his missus.

“Well this is grand,” I congratulate them.

“Yeah, mad props to you too bro,” Donaldo admits.

“Alright were we want to go?” I ask.

Brad suggests the bonfire by the beach at our hotel. We agree in unison. It’s getting close to 10 pm. We cross through the hotel lobby and make our way to the beach. Lo and behold a bonfire stands 10 feet high. The arm candy my boys brought, run to the fire and begin to rhythmically dance against the fire light.

This brings back my memory of this familiar sight. A few dancers against the shadows, the orange red flames and it’s at night. In a spit second, Gabriella tackles me and I hit the sand with a soft thud.

Her face hovering above mine brings me another flashback.

“This can’t be happening,” I tell myself.

The hungry look in her eye draws out more worry and I lay paralyzed by her commanding stare. In a split second, she bears her beautiful face on mine and joins her lips to mine. We begin to make love.

“Mmmmmmmhhh,you have no idea how long I’ve waited for a guy like you,” she whispers to me between breaths.

“Mhhhhhhhhh, I feel same way,” is the best response I pull with my foggy brain.

For what feels like an eternity we make out. Her mouth still tastes of sweet juices.

“Oh before I forget,” she says in a deadpan voice as she pulls a white cylinder from her purse and stabs my neck.

“What the hell,” I shout. “You stabbed me with an epi pen?”

“Not an epi pen,” she corrects me. “I can’t fuck you if your dick is on hiatus with all the booze in your system.”

“Whoa”

The guys witness the whole thing and I see their jaws drop.

“Come to think of it, I’m not hard…wait there he is,” I correct myself.

“See, a little drug of my own concoction,” she states matter of factly as I stare at the tube.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Think of it like a cross between adrenaline, Viagra, antihistamine and molly,” she admires.

“Hey can we get some of that,” Brad asks.

“NOooo,” she says in a serious tone. “I’m all out, besides, you guys don’t need it.”

“Ummmm will that show up on a test?” I ask in a worried tone.

“Naaaa,” don’t worry about it.“It’s all easily available stuff. Nothing extreme."

Over the period of a few seconds I feel my body recover and then some. My blurred vision goes away, my attention span goes into overdrive, and the colors around me begin to split and change. I see a faint purple haze around Gabby and by now I know the drug is doing its job. My tightening crotch begins to hurt under Gabriella’s weight.

“Owwww, I need you to move Gabby!”

“There we go, soldier,” She coos with excitement.

She stands up and pulls me with her.

“You boys have a good night,” she finishes. “I got my own suite here…don’t worry I’ll return him after I’m done with him,” she jokes.
She’s gonna shatter me to pieces.

We walk back to the lobby, I stop in my tracks to go pass word to the guys.

“Need to pass on some info, I’ll be right back, promise,” I swear to her.

“You better,” she finishes turns around and sashays with a sexy walk that draws everyone’s glances.

I run back to the guys and give them my number just in case and tell them to look for me in the penthouses if I don’t come back.

“Yeah you owe us on this one,” Donaldo says bashfully. “Make sure you’re back in our room by 10 am for check in.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” I shout.

I make my way back to her to see a couple speaking with her.

“Normally I would, but tonight is special, enjoy your vacation,” she says in apologetic tone but staring intently
The couple, looking downtrodden and in a trance, meander off back to the bar.

“What was that about?” I question her.

“Oh, nothing, couple was celebrating 10 years of marriage wanted a threesome to spike things up,” she says in a deadpan tone.

“You sound like it’s not a big deal,” I say in shock.

“It really isn’t a big deal,” she says in an honest and almost bored tone.
“Have many of those I take it?” I say with a devious tone.

“Well, yesterday I went to an o…, you know what? Let’s continue our chat up in the penthouse,” she says correcting herself.

Not wanting to delay the best night of sex of my life, I oblige her.

We take the elevator to the top floor and enter not a penthouse, but villa, maybe an estate. She opens the doors to reveal the lavish accommodations. Marble floors, granite counter tops, expensive paintings and a host of other features set this place apart from any room I’ve stayed in.

She grabs my shirt and pulls me toward the bedroom. Inside I first notice the mood lighting, California king bed covered in rose petals and a layer of plastic on everything. Wait what?!

“What’s with plastic?” I ask as cooly as possible.

“This is so embarrassing,” she puts her fingers in her mouth in a sign of bashfulness. “I am a squirter. I mean once I get going, it goes everywhere, I don’t like to leave the mess for the help staff.”

“Well a plausible and thoughtful answer,” I complement her. You sound committed to tonight’s sex. I thought for a second you were gonna go American Psycho on me.”

“Oh, God no, though I could play some Huey Lewis and the News if you want,” she jokes.

“Hahahahah, a fine woman who knows pop culture, you are a gem,” I complement her again as I kiss her hand.

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” she tells me with a kiss.

I move my hand down her dress toward her panties. I feel a buzz and startle.

Zzzzzzzaaaa.

“Huh?”
“Oops forgot that was in there,” she says matter of factly as she reaches down into her panties to pull out a small purple cylinder shaped vibrator.

“Woah”

“Impressed, you aint seen nothing yet,” she says seductively as she walks toward the walk in closet and shuts it behind her.

In five minutes, out she walks not as an angel, but a sexy devil. Looks like, Agent Provocateur, black bra, matching panties and black hold up, black stockings, black Diane von Furstenberg open toe…holly hell how do I know all that detail?!

“Found this lying around, you don’t mind if I wear it do you?” she says as she twists, flutters her eyelashes and bites her lip in an innocent and seductive tone.

“Whoa!” I say as I drop onto the bed.

“I could use little down time too,” she replies.

She struts to me sexily and slowly, drawing out my arousal until she reaches the foot of the bed and lowers her body over me inch by inch. I make out her cleavage top down. She maintains eye contact the whole time.

She lowers her face to my groin and with a slow methodical motion she undoes my belt and pants while breathing and nuzzling against my heavily engorged cock. She begins nuzzling and tasting again. With my boxer briefs being the only holding my member at bay, my cock breaks through the fabric and she catches the catapult of my manhood in her mouth. Her velvety lips delicately hold it against her tongue. She cradles my balls with her left hand while using her right hand to grab my shaft. She begins to channel a deep vibration of air through her throat and to her mouth that feels like she is playing me for recital.

“Agghghghhgggggungghhh” I squirm with delight.

She slowly begins to suck my tip, then shaft, then begins taking it all in while holding my cock firmly. She caresses my balls, playing with them ever so gently.

A pleasure pang shoots through my core.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH,” I’ve never felt that before.

“Most men don’t,” she says for a brief pause.

Faster and faster she sucks, stoking, fondling, it all becomes too unbearable. An orgasm hits me like train. Then another, than another, then another.

She lifts her mouth off my cock slowly lapping the juices.

“Did she swallow?” I ask myself louder than I thought.

“No need, I’ve cut off your swimmers until I’m ready,” she says.

“Oh, okay, no complaints here,” I reply embarrassed.

“Now I want you to return the favor,” she coos.

Inch by inch she crawls on top of me like cat. I move to unhook her bra. Springing forth two D-Cup breasts to greet me. Her pink nipples look rosy and so welcoming. I take time to suck on her left nipple, then her right.
She rocks her head back in response to my tongue. I grab her breasts and smush them together to let me like both her nipples at the same time.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, someone knows a thing or two,mhhhhhhhhhmmmm yeahahhhhh,” she writhes in ecstasy.

I begin to taste honey sweet discharge from her nipples, slightly different from her lips but aromatic, like lavender and something else. I swallow it a little at a time. It warms my stomach. In an instant the warmth travels my whole body and feel a small orgasm again. My cock stands even tighter than before.

“Holy shit!!!”

“You like that, aphrodisiac nipple cream, my own design,” she states.

What the fuck was that I ask myself internally, it wasn’t always there, I don’t know what or how, but I feel like she might be a succubus. Oh fuck I don’t care. I resume fondling and sucking her tits of milk and honey.

Faster and faster she bounces to rhythm and begins to squish my face with her hands. I don’t relent. She keeps bouncing until she withdraws and kicks her head back in a full body orgasm.

“IIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOHAAAAUAAUHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!” She cries in ecstasy.

The bed shakes violently. I’m braced between her legs immobile as her body trembles. I a golden fluid flow from her nipples down her torso, I see golden fluid come out of her panties as well.

“Well Nate, I must say you are the first man in a long time to bring to orgasm with only licking my breasts. Bravo. Now let’s see what your tongue can really do.”

She tugs off her soaked panties and throws them off the bed with her shoes. I pull off my shirt and undershirt. She quickly thrusts her snatch above my face and clamps her legs around my head. Powerless to move her off me, I give her what she wants. She lowers her pussy to my lips and I begin to serenade her folds.

I taste her sweet juices again and again it sends a series of pleasure waves echoing through my body. Harder and more repetitive; my body can’t keep up.

I lick and lap with a passion and vigor I’ve never felt before. For some reason, my tongue did not tire within the first couple minutes either. It is almost as if her golden honey is keeping my tongue from becoming fatigued.

She begins to ride my face, bouncing up and down. If it didn’t feel so good, I swear it felt like she was crushing my face.

"Ohhhhhhh oooooooooooo God yes, fuck yeah, tongue fuck me you animal!!!!!! I need to feel you enter me!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh." She screams again.

Between thrusts I make out that she is rubbing her nipples. I struggle, but finally straighten my tongue as much as humanly possible.
She gyrates her pussy and clit off my improvised cock. Faster and faster she goes. I can see she is trying to control herself. Like a caged lioness, who knows it can hurt and kill all who are near, she is holding back. I appreciate it, but that means I just need to give her more.

"Ohhhhhhhh god!!!!!!!! Yes yes yes yes yes yes, yes, oohhhhhhhhhhhhh YEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Make me cummmm make me cummmmmm ohhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOD FUCK YEAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Her love juices splash me in the face as a series of orgasms wrack her body. I feel her tremble with each passing wave of pleasure. My face is covered in her juices. She wasn’t kidding about squirting.

The bed tremors again, hard this time. I can feel like it might give out. She catches herself.

Lifting her pussy off my face, I see a loving look in her eye shared by a satisfied smile that melts into remorse.

“Oh shit you’re bleeding, I’m sorry,” she apologizes as she grabs some bedside tissues.

I put my hand to my nose and I feel blood leaking out.

“Holy shit, that’s never happened before,” I confess as I sit in amazement and mild pain.

She dabs the tissue over my nostrils and in a matter of seconds, my nose clots.

“Thank you,” I tell her.

“I should be thanking you, you definitely know your mouth and how to get mileage out of it,” she responds with joy.
“Anytime you need,” I cooly say.

We trade glances for a second.

“Get on top of me, I need you inside, come on,” she commands.

I get on top of her in a missionary position. Surprisingly she doesn’t seem bothered by my 6’2 foot, 200 pound frame as I adjust myself.
“How bad do you want it?” I toy with her.

“Just fucking give it to me, don’t make me beg!!” She moans.

I guide my cock between her lips, at first I meet a little resistance, but soon drive it inside her faster than expected.

“HOoolllllly Shhiiiit Yesssssss!!!” she screams. Come on baby ram me, give me what I want.

I plunge my dick in and out harder and harder, faster and faster. Her love juices feel like liquid silk. The foreign feeling gives me an even harder sex drive. Hard beyond belief, and bigger than ever before, I pound her.

“Ahahahahahahahahhahha, yes, that is great, great, great, great,” I shout.

“Oohhhhoooooohhhhhoooooo,” she responds.

She rubs her hands against my sweaty back and she digs her nails in, scratching me to a pleasure/pain trance.
Holding on for dear life, we rub faster and faster. Intertwined and humping madly.

“Ohhhhh baby, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I come first.

She bucks her hips and I hit her g-spot with my last few thrusts.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh LUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSS!” She screams.

I feel no cum leave my cock, but I’m too exhausted to care. My balls feel like they’re on fire though.

“Don’t you pussy out on me Marine,” she challenges. “If you really want to cum, take me from behind.”
She gets on all fours and I prepare for her pussy’s final assault.

I slowly lead my dick into her again until all of a sudden her pussy pulls my dick in and her lips almost formed a massaging vice around the base of my shaft.

“Now ride me,” she commands.

I oblige. With all the strength left in my body, I push as she pulls with an inhuman force.

Innnnnnn innnnnnn ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh yesssssssssssssss, what are you doing? It’s incredible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ask in awe.

“I’m saving you, lover, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhh yes yes yes yes YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.”

Paying no thought to those words or their impact, I penetrate her harder and harder, as quickly as my body will let comply. Her pussy lips massage my shaft while her insides stroke my cock like its coaxing out my seed from within. I pull her hair and keep going.

"Pusshhhhhhhh pushhhhh fuck yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. OHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHH HERE IT COMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMESSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.” I shout.

Spurt*****************

My cock cums and cums and cums some more. I thrust into her trying to pack myself into her being.

"Ohnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkmeemeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeYEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M CUMING, I’M CUMING I’M CUMING OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAH." She screams

With my last few thrusts, I hit her spot and she shoots her cummm all over me as I pull out my manhood.

We collapse together and she moves to cuddle me. We hold close. I see the clock and it shows 3 hours have passed in that moment of euphoria.

“WOW,” is all I can muster between breaths.

“It’s okay, I leave everyone speechless,” she responds between pants. “I prefer it.”
“You aren’t human, no mortal can sex like that,” I say in wonderment. “What is your secret Gabby?”

“Kegels, crossfit and plenty of juice,” she shoots back.

I look up to see the headboard of the bed is cracked, almost splitting in two. Just further confirming that what just happened may have been something unexplainable.

“Why did you pick me tonight?” I ask with earnest.

“Why do dogs chase cats?” she retorts. “Because sometimes they do what feels right and tonight I saw a man in need of help and attention, and no you were no pitty fuck.”

“Well I’m glad to hear that,” I said.

I still couldn’t shake lingering suspicion she knew more than was letting on. But far be it from me to complain about tonight’s activities.
Just for a few minutes we held each other in silence, both content with each other’s performance in the flesh symphony.

“I’m a sexual being Nate,” she adds. “But you were an honest lay.”

Riinnnnngg*** Rinnnnggggg***

I move to answer the phone.

“Hello”

“Yes, hello Sir, we are calling to ensure everyone is safe and alright, the security chief answered. “A lot of screaming appears to be coming from your penthouse and we’ve heard multiple complaints. Could you please put on Ms. Hunter?

“Yeah, sure, for you,” I hand her the receiver.

She answered and reassured the staff no evil act was transpiring and that we were making love. Just then Brad sent me a text message on my phone.

“”It takes a lot of good D to disrupt 8 floors dude. I need details.”””
She hung up the phone and turned to me, gazing into her eyes.

“What next,” I ask her.

“Soon you’ll get to know more about me,” she says in a loving tone. “Until then you need to rest.”
My body catches up with my exhaustion and I pass out the next instance.

Again darkness surrounds me. Lights overhead turn on and reveal many beautiful and heavenly women wearing lingerie and posing on stands. I walk through the gallery of models. Each one is looking at me seeking my approval. I come to face a model who is the epitome of desire.

Getting hard I take her in. She has full long chestnut brown hair, almond shaped eyes, a luscious pink lips, a cute narrow chin for her face. Her breasts covered by a corset look like a C or D cup. Her tall lithe frame has all the signs of health and beauty. I look on in wonder and smile at her. I then nod in approval.

She all of a sudden shifts and leaps onto me. While brace for the tumble that I think will happen, I feel her essence pass through and awash over me. She disappears and I turn to get my bearing. The lights begin to dim and turn off. Again I am alone and in the darkness.

Awaking from my stupor I leave my bed and gather my clothes.

Another weird dream it seems.

I see all the plastic sheets are gone, as is the comforter= and pillow cases. Weird, she didn’t strike me as a clean freak. I check the closet for any signs of Gabby. Her clothes and wardrobe are gone. I set out into the main living room and before me lay a full breakfast table.
A note lay on a plate under a USB thumbdrive.

The note read

“Please enjoy your morning. The room is available to you for the rest of the day. Eat some breakfast, ice your soreness if needed. Pretty sure you won’t have to though. Sorry I had to leave so soon, I had a work emergency come up. I am leaving you a thumb drive with my necessary contact info. But you mustn’t open or plug it into a computer until 27 days from today, Oct. 17th. I will know if you have. I also ask that when you do, you plug it into an air-gapped machine for security reasons. I want to see you again. Please keep yourself safe. Also on the night of October 17th, work in a locked room or hidden area. I don’t want our next session to be interrupted. Take care love…xoxxoxoxoxoxo
Gabby.

Hmmmmmm, I wonder how in the hell she knows we’ll so soon. She’s left me with more questions than answers with that note.
I take a few minutes to eat the food and enjoy the view. Sip my coffee and prepare to set out for the day. I knew this was real. I also knew her note was weirdly vague, yet weirdly specific. I have no idea how she knows we’ll meet, but more power to her. I never told her where I served and what occupation I was. Nevertheless, if I never saw her again, I would be content.

Happy with the ace hand, life had dealt me last night. I left the room to seek out my buddies and try explain why I was walking funny.