Chapter 8 Surprises, Shocks, and Surrender
For the next several hours I simply submitted myself to Jordan’s expectations, even agreeing to squeeze into a skimpy one-piece bathing suit for a quick swim in the lake.
The tight fabric pressed right against my new pussy like nothing I’d ever felt, the crotch digging between my slick folds while the bodice barely contained my prominent cleavage.
I gritted my teeth and fended off Jordan’s playful underwater groping and grinding, but my body was already betraying me—nipples stiff, clit throbbing against the wet material.
Later, after a surprisingly decent dinner, I was pulling on a soft pink knee-length nightgown, mentally calculating that the twelve-hour timer probably wouldn’t reset until early morning. There was only the one king bed available.
“We need some ground rules,” I said, voice still annoyingly soft and feminine.
“What?” Jordan was already stretched out on the bed in just his boxers, the outline of his thick, hardening cock impossible to ignore.
“I know you did this expecting to get the most out of the situation, but I can’t do it.
Not even close. We haven’t even kissed, and that’s how I want it to stay.
” Unfortunately, Jordan caught me quickly looking away when I noticed him staring hungrily at my full breasts.
I made the mistake of glancing down at the very obvious, turgid bulge in his shorts.
He grinned broadly, shrugging with obvious disappointment.
“I think we’re missing a once-in-a-lifetime chance to really understand each other.
But I promised we’d only do what you want, so if that’s how you want it, I’ll back off—just like you’ve done for me so many times when I wasn’t in the mood.
” He even made air quotes with his big hands.
“Thanks.” I lay down as far from him as possible, nearly falling off the edge, and nervously switched off the bedside lamp.
I was relieved when he turned away and seemed to fall asleep quickly. But a traitorous twitch in my sensitive nipples and the growing wetness between my thighs made me wonder if I’d made the right decision.
Then the dream hit—hot, feverish, and far too real.
A hungry mouth was latched onto my nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking the stiff peak.
Pleasure coiled tight between my tits and my dripping cunt.
My legs trembled as strong hands yanked the nightgown up and panties down. Knees pushed my thighs apart.
When the thick, hot cock pushed inside me, reality crashed back. This was real. I was being fucked… and it felt incredible.
“Oh… oh fuck… oh my god!” I cried out, voice high and breathy, legs wrapping tight around Jordan’s solid waist as he thrust deep. The orgasms slammed through me—sharp, rolling waves of pure ecstasy that made my pussy clench and gush around his thick shaft.
I was still riding the peak when he drove in to the hilt, froze, and I felt every powerful pulse as he pumped me full of hot cum.
When he finally pulled out and rolled away, the afterglow lingered deliciously even as horror tried to set in.
We’d actually had sex. Worse—I’d loved every second of it and already wanted more.
“Oh my god, Jordan… what the fuck have we done?” I gasped, still tingling, my hand unconsciously rubbing my cum-filled pussy.
His breathing was ragged. “I… I’m sorry… I couldn’t stop myself.”
“It must be the hormones,” I muttered, trying to sound logical even while my body sang. Testosterone was hitting him hard, but my new female chemistry was no joke either. I was enjoying the warm, sticky fullness, rubbing my lower belly and wondering what it would feel like if he knocked me up.
Jordan looped a strong arm across my chest, fingers finding one sensitive nipple and pinching gently. “Mmm… I’ve never felt anything like that. So intense… so focused.”
My nipple throbbed demandingly. I was shocked to realize I was already wondering how fast he could get hard again. Then his mouth found my other nipple, sucking hard, and my brain melted. Pleasure shot straight to my clit.
I rolled toward him. He used the momentum to pull me on top, straddling his hips.
I reached down, aligned his thick cock with my dripping entrance, and sank down in one smooth, greedy motion until our bodies met.
“Fuck yes…” I moaned in that breathy voice.
This position was even better—deeper, the head of his cock kissing my cervix with every bounce.
I rode him hard, tits bouncing wildly, grinding my clit against him until I came again, pussy spasming around his shaft.
Jordan flipped us, putting me on my back and pounding me missionary style, then turned me over and took me from behind, slapping against my ass while reaching around to rub my clit.
We didn’t stop. I rode him cowgirl, then reverse cowgirl—bouncing on his cock, ass jiggling, moaning like a slut as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me.
He pulled my hair, smacked my ass, called me his perfect little wife while I begged for more.
We tried every position imaginable—me on my side with one leg up, him standing and holding me against the wall, 69 with me sucking his cock while he devoured my pussy, even lifting me up and fucking me in mid-air.
It was non-stop, hot, heavy, sweaty, filthy sex.
Cum leaked down my thighs. My voice grew hoarse from screaming.
My female body reacted perfectly—gushing, clenching, milking him for everything he had.
I came so many times I lost count, each one stronger than the last.
Amazingly, we set a personal record that night and barely slept. But honestly, who cared? We were having the most mind-blowing sex of our lives, and in that moment we didn’t give a damn that we were doing it as opposite genders. It was raw, perfect, and utterly addictive.