Apartment 3A

© 2012 GingerM

Thump, thump, thump... *Dammit, they're at it again,* I cursed and looked at my clock. 3 AM. Great; I had to be up in a couple of hours. Muffled exclamations and moans accompanied the rhythmic thumping. I still hadn't met my next-door neighbours but one thing I knew; they were the Energizer bunnies of sex; they just kept going and going and going. Night after night I woke to the thumps and moans of the pair of them getting it on.

I had seen one of them, or at least I think it was one of them; I came home late one night and there she was, a tall redhead unlocking her door. I didn't actually see her - what? Roomie? Lover? Partner? I had no idea - but a pair of slim brown arms grabbed the redhead and pulled her inside as the door thudded closed behind them. I had simply shaken my head and gotten the mail, then unlocked my door. Five minutes later, the wall between our units was shaking and I could hear them through the drywall.

I suppose I'd better explain a bit; I live in Apartment 3B and they live in 3A, both on the top floor, and share a wall which - at least on my side - runs along my living room and bedroom. The rest of the apartment is toward the outer wall of the building and I assume their place is basically the mirror image of mine. Unfortunately, that means their bedroom is right on the opposite side of the wall from mine, so I get to hear their bedroom escapades, every night.

It was really pissing me off because the apartment was one of the few I could afford and it was otherwise a nice place. Heck, for that matter, I didn't know my neighbours weren't nice; their only fault was their taste for noisy, prolonged sex at all hours of the night. Well, and that they didn't seem to care who heard them, either. However, it was a problem, because they kept waking me up. I don't know what they did for a living, but apparently they could sleep in if they were fucking like that at 3 in the morning.

The problem is I don't like confrontation. I know, I'm a wuss. I get enough confrontation at work; being a woman in the engineering world isn't easy. First, there's the guys who leer at you or make what they think are terribly funny remarks; then there's their choices in art, which usually involves provocatively-posed women in little or no clothing. I swear, engineers are boys who never really grew up. It didn't help that my inclination doesn't run toward men, either. I'm sorry, but I like women. I like some men as friends, but I just never got into men the way other girls my age did. And I was a gangling kid, all braces and buck teeth, even in high school, so I never worked up the nerve to approach another girl.

Going by the comments - intended as compliments, I'm sure - I've gotten from my male colleagues, I'm sure I've improved. I don't wear braces any more, and the rest of my face eventually caught up with my teeth. I guess they approve of my butt, too; early on I was patted a couple of times until I let them know I wasn't interested. Problem is, that just started them speculating on my taste in women and pairing me up in their imaginations with some of the other women who work here. The rest of them are in administrative type jobs; I'm the only female engineer. That doesn't stop the boys from theorizing about erotic liaisons between me and Molly, the admittedly-decorative receptionist, or me and Linda, Theresa or Emma, who are in the typing pool and who I confess have figured in some of my daydreams... but I digress.

So I let matters slide, sort of; every so often I'd sidle out, filled with a reasonable amount of courage to ask my randy neighbours if they could at least stop by midnight, and I'd cave. I did learn something else interesting, though, in the process; they had quite a social circle as well. More than once I caught sight of other women and occasionally men leaving their apartment, mostly alone, but sometimes in pairs. I still hadn't met either of them and I *still* had no idea about the redhead's roomie/lover, but apparently their appetites weren't limited to just each other.

I confess their sex life titillated me, too. More than once I spread myself on my bed, naked, and jilled myself in time with the thumps and bangs and ecstatic moaning coming from the other side of the wall. Sometimes I could make out words, too, and marvelled at their imaginations. They were both very fond of strap-ons and other toys, I gathered, from the number of exhortations I made out to 'stuff that nasty bitch's cunt' or 'fuck her stupid'.

Matters came to a head about a month or so later, I guess. I'd come home absolutely dragged out, too tired to do more than reheat some pizza, shower, then crawl into bed. I swear, I hadn't been in bed more than 30 minutes when it started, again. Honestly, I thought they were going to push their bed right through the wall, it was that loud. They were really carrying on, too; I could hear their words remarkably clearly, and they were absolutely nasty!

"... yeah, yeah, do me, ram it in!" "Fuck yeah... on your knees, bitch, I'm gonna slam your slutty mouth 'till you choke!" "Oh yeah, do it! Then I'm gonna bend you over and blast your dirty cunt!"

Admittedly this was the kind of talk that got me awfully hot when I spent a Sunday afternoon listening to them and playing with myself, but this was the limit! I was tired and their blatant lack of consideration for others with their constant, noisy bedroom games had gone too far. My temper roused, I grabbed my housecoat and threw it on over my birthday suit and stomped out, across the landing and hammered on their front door.

Looking back on it, I don't know if they could've heard me with the noise they were making, but that didn't occur to me at the time. "Hey!" I shouted, "It's 11 at night, for heaven's sake!" I followed that up with another smart tattoo on the door... which opened.

Normally I don't make a habit of walking into someone else's place. Under normal circumstances I'd have closed the door and kept on knocking, or perhaps leaned in to shout for them. But this time I took this as being something between an invitation and an amazingly rude lack of manners, ignoring me at their door. So I pushed it open and stepped into their living room.

I have to say, their taste was very, very good. Art deco isn't something I care for myself, but they had done it well. At the time, though, that was strictly secondary to my concerns. Their hallway, like mine, was at the opposite corner of their living room from the entrance, a miror-image of my place just as I'd figured. I strode past the kitchen, the bathroom toward the open bedroom door, from which the sounds of thumps and bangs as well as panting, moaning and cries of lust were coming. There was also a smell, too - the pungent scent of sex. There was an odd, musky tang to the unmistakable smell of aroused women, but I wasn't really paying attention, except to realize that despite my anger, I was also getting quite aroused as well.

I banged the bedroom door wide and yelled, "Hey!" and the two figures writhing together on the bed stopped as if shot. "It's 11 at night!" I repeated myself, planting my fists on my hips. "How 'bout a little consideration for people trying to sleep!?"

The redhead - I recognized her easily - had a look on her face. She had incredibly fair, peaches-and-cream skin, and green eyes that blazed with anger at my intrusion. She was wearing a... corset, I guess, and she was crouched over her partner, the only part of whom I could see were tawny legs encased in sheer cream pantyhose splayed out in a 'V' either side of her bedmate. Judging from their positions, I guessed the redhead was using a strap-on on her lover. Their bed was a solid oak-framed thing with the headboard right against our common wall; so that was what had been banging and making such a ruckus! I was secretly a bit impressed, too, that this pair could be so energetic as to make that very solid frame move so forcefully.

"Who the *fuck* are you?!" the redhead demanded, rolling off her playmate. Her playmate looked equally pissed, her legs dropping to the bed as she glared at me. If it hadn't been for that glare, she would have been quite lovely as well; short-cropped hair dark as a raven's wing and eyes that would have been a warm brown if they hadn't been filled with anger. She rolled off the other side of the bed with cat-like grace, striding around the end.

That was when reality took a hard right, for as I confronted them, both unashamedly naked and caught red-handed in the middle of what was clearly Olympic-level sex, my eyes were drawn to a glaring impossibility - two of them. Both of them had cocks. Thick, heavy, *erect* cocks.

Time seemed to come to a halt somehow; I only remember the next little bit as flash-frozen images. The redhead's cock must have been over a foot long. The base of the shaft looked like it merged right into her vulva; I could see the nub of her clitoris and the smooth seam of her nether lips. The tawny girl's cock didn't look quite as long, but was definitely thicker, not that the redhead wasn't thick as well; at the moment it seemed like both of these... girls? had young trees growing from their crotches. Like the redhead, her shaft blended smoothly into her pussy

Time unfroze when I saw a thick, creamy drool of what must be semen oozing from the wide slit in the crown of the redhead's penis. Unable to help myself, I glanced between her lover's legs and I could see the tell-tale sheen of wetness along her inner thighs.

"The *fuck?!*" the tawny girl snarled.

"You... ha..." my brain scrabbled for traction, unable to logically process what I saw. "Noisy," I babbled. Cool air swirled around me, and I realized that in planting my fists on my hips in an assertive display of righteous mad, my housecoat was now open, practically framing my body.

That certainly distracted them from their anger; the redhead's face smoothed into a sultry smile and she licked her lips lewdly. Her lover was slower but nodded slowly, looking me up and down as though I were a prize-winning sirloin and they hadn't eaten in a week. That maddening breeze was making things worse; I could feel my nipples standing out atop my breasts in fat pegs, and delicious shivers shot through my crotch as I moistened. *God, how is this even possible?!* I wondered distractedly. *I'm hot for chicks with dicks!*

My body didn't seem to care, and neither did my impromptu hostesses. "Well, this certainly puts things in a different light," the redhead purred as she took my arm.

"Yup," the shorter, raven-haired girl agreed, taking my other one. "We're sorry; we really didn't know we were making that much noise," she went on in a soft croon.

"But we'll make it up to you," her redheaded lover added. Everything seemed to be quite distant, somehow; as though someone else were operating my body. Whoever it was let them walk me to the bed, my housecoat slipping from my shoulders as we went.

"I'm Allison," the redhead said with a grin, "and this is Shaniqua." They moved me onto the bed, then both crawled on with me, one on either side. "Now you just lie back and let us make it up to you for our inconsiderate behaviour," Allison added.

The evening took on an extremely surreal quality, no doubt of it. Here I was, lying in the middle of a king-sized bed, completely naked, with two impossible women in bed with me. I had no idea what they were, how they came by those penises, but that just didn't matter. Allison and Shaniqua began exploring me, their hands running up and down my sides, over my breasts, along my legs and teasing my heated, juicing, needing pussy. At one point they were both suckling me, each with a nipple caught lightly between their teeth while they flicked their tongues in unison over and around my aroused pegs. Then they took turns kissing, licking, tasting my pussy lips, and I could only lie there, moaning and shuddering with pleasure.

It got weirder... some time later, Allison sat astride me, thrusting her cock (and how strange is *that* to write?!) between my breasts while I squeezed them together, making a snug, warm, excited tunnel for her to fuck... I was getting a titfuck from a woman. With a cock. But that wasn't all; Shaniqua was straddling me, her perfect little brown ass flexing rhythmically as she drove her cock into Allison's mouth, one hand on her hip, the other wrapped in the redhead's waist-length hair. "Oooh yeah... that's right, suck my cock, bish," she chanted while Allison made rude gobbling sounds, her throat bulging a bit. She was playing with her tits as well while she kept up a steady pace between mine. I didn't add anything to the conversation; I was too busy enjoying the wet, slippery, thick cock fucking my tits. Eventually I heard Shaniqua draw in a sharp breath and suddenly wetness splattered down from her; she squirted on me! She evidently came from her cock as well, because she clutched Allison's hair and jammed her hips forward while Allison's throat worked in a swallowing motion!

I don't know where they kept their testicles, but there was no doubt they could make cum, and lots of it! Allison's cheeks puffed out a bit, then white goo was leaking from her lips around Shaniqua's tawny cock, running down her chin. Shaniqua kept cumming for at least two minutes, and by the time she was done, Allison's lips and chin were glazed, and thick cream had plopped onto her breasts, where she rubbed it into her skin. That set her off, too; her cock between my tits jumped and then it felt like a firehose had gone off in my face! She groaned urgently around Shaniqua' schlong, but a mouthful of girl-cock didn't seem to slow her down any, and I found out what Shaniqua had been doing in Allison's mouth.

That thick monster spat, over and over and over again, blasting Allison's cock-goo into my mouth! I swallowed as fast as I could, and the taste wasn't as nasty as I'd been told it was; slightly sweet, slightly salty. However, I didn't have as much going down my throat as she'd had since she'd been tit-fucking me, not throat-fucking. On the other hand, I got a lot of her spooge on my face - it splattered my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, plastered my hair - and more painted my neck and tits!

Shaniqua pulled her cock out of Allison's mouth and flopped back down on the bed next to me while my hands - also splattered with girl goo - released my breasts to free Allison's cum-spurting impossibility.

"Fuck me, that was good," Shaniqua grinned, pushing her hair out of her face. Allison rolled off to lie on my other side, licking her lover's semen from her lips and chin and nodded agreement. "Oh yeah... I love a good tittyfuck, babe," she purred. "But now that we're both well warmed up, I think we need to give our new friend -" she looked inquiringly at me. "Hey, what is your name, anyway?"

Shaniqua laughed and reached across me to grab Allison's cock, jacking her slowly. "Geeze, Ally, don't you even get someone's name before you fuck them?"

Allison - Ally - just laughed and began rubbing her semen into my skin. "Hey, I just came on her face and tits; I haven't fucked her." She looked at me hungrily, expectantly. "Yet," she added, and let her sperm-messy hand trail down my belly to resume exploring my quivering pussy. "So what is your name?"

"Ah... Heather," I got out. Things had gone past surreal, past weird; I was in Twilight Zone territory by now, and it seemed easiest just to go with the flow.

"Heather," she and Shaniqua repeated together, then Allison looked roguishly across to her lover. "*Now* we can fuck her."

You know, coming from a man or a pair of men, that would have seemed crude, like I was just a piece of meat, a thing for their pleasure. Somehow, though, hearing those words from these two women, and seeing the smoky heat in their eyes, I wasn't offended; I wanted them to fuck me. "Yes, please!" I moaned softly between my two lovers. "Take me...!" My heart pounded in my chest at the prospect. There was something incredibly alluring about them - maybe the intensity of their desires, the dark, dangerous aura of insatiable lust both of them radiated. I felt elevated, raised beyond the common, in the presence of two elemental forces, and at that moment, there wasn't anything I wouldn't have done to pleasure them, and if all they wanted was to push their girl-cocks into me over and over, why that was easy!

Between them I was turned on my side, facing Shaniqua. Two sets of hands stroked me all over, then together they lifted my leg. Shaniqua's brown eyes bored into mine, their depths swirling with her rampant sexuality, and between my legs I felt her cock's glans nuzzling against my drenched lips. She was guiding herself into me, I realized, and then she was there, I could feel myself being opened and God she was thick! She pushed into me, an irresistible force that wouldn't be denied, and I bit my lip as I felt my cherry give way, tears welling briefly in my eyes.

"Ooo... Ally, we're busting a virgin!" Shaniqua chuckled. "Aww yeah... she's so tight, Ally; you're going to love her cunt...!" Shi pushed again and again, working herself farther into me, filling up amazingly! I had no idea a cock could feel so good inside me, and somehow the fact it sprang from a woman's loins made it even better! Finally she seemed to be all the way in; I felt stuffed, in a very good way.

Allison hadn't been idle; while Shaniqua opened me up, her hands kept on roving over me, stroking from shoulder to hip to thigh, and from time to time I felt her lips brushing along my shoulder blades. Now that her lover was socketed inside me, I felt her warmth press against me from behind; her nipples were as hard as mine, pushing against my skin, and one smooth, pale hand crept around to cup a breast, her thumb toying with my nipple. "Ready?" she asked, breathing in my ear, and I nodded, my whole body trembling. Shaniqua wasn't thrusting yet; she simply held herself inside me, her mound pressed against mine, her cock disappearing up inside my stretched cunt.

She nodded as well, and I felt her hands come to rest on my ass. "Go for it, Ally," she answered intently, and I felt Allison's cum-slicked cock sliding between my buns. *She's going to fuck my ass at the same time,* I thought, and the idea nearly made me faint. To be double-penetrated, like in the nastier magazines the guys at work liked, feeling them working inside me, back and forth... A little mini-orgasm rippled through me, sending a fresh welling of my juices to bathe Shaniqua's thickness inside me.

Only I didn't feel Allison's cock try to push into my anus; I felt her move forward between my thighs, until her plump glans was pushing at my lips next to Shaniqua's cock! Oh my God... they were both going to fuck my pussy together! I shuddered and instinctively lifted my leg, trying to make room. I felt Allison's hips rocking, felt her hardness sliding between my firm assbuns, felt her knob trying to enter me... but it would never happen, Shaniqua was already in me, as thick and hard as a steel pipe, and there wasn't room! But that wasn't going to stop Allison, and I gasped in mingled pain and pleasure as somehow she managed to stretch me enough, and her staff began to slide up into me.

"Oooo... fuuuck..." I panted, hyperventilating; never mind being virgin, never mind this being my first sex with a cock inside me; my first time was going to be with two girl's cocks - larger than any man's cocks I'd ever read about - stuffing my hole, stretching me to the limit! Allison and Shaniqua knew what they were doing, though; it hurt, but Allison took it slowly, pushing just a bit at a time then pausing to let me adjust, while Shaniqua's fingers clenched and relaxed their grip on my ass.

"Hooo... tight isn't the word, Heather," Ally's soft voice came in my ear. "You feel *so* fuckin' good... I can't believe 'Niqua and I are getting to do you this way for your first time." Her lips brushed along my ear while she thrust again, working herself further in.

Shaniqua moaned softly as well, her fingers tightening again on my butt. "Geez... oh fuck this is nice...! God, Heather, this more than makes up for you walking in on us!"

I couldn't say anything; I had no breath left. If Shaniqua filled me up to the stuffing point, both girls in my poor little cunny was something else; I didn't dare ask how it was even possible, or what would happen to me; all I knew as my body adjusted, was that I wanted this to keep happening, to last forever. Both girls began thrusting, rocking in time together, and I clutched the pillows, biting them to keep from screaming in pleasure. Shaniqua kept her grip on my ass with both hands, and Ally kept... well, 'rubbing' is far too plebeian a word for what her thumb was doing; she was masturbating my nipple, and it responded like a cock, standing out stiff and proud as her fingers gently kneaded my tit.

Warm wetness bathed my other nipple and I let got of the pillow to grip the raven-dark head bent to my breast as the tawny cockgirl suckled. "Fffff... yes, Shaniqua!" I panted, my fingers clutching her to my bosom. "Keep doing that... *nnnggh....*" I didn't know how much more pleasure my body could handle; it felt like every nerve was a live wire with surging jolts of electricity shooting through them. I forced myself to let go of her head, and she raised it to smile at me, like the cat that got the canary.

"Mmmm... you can call me 'Niqua too, Heather honey," she murmured. "Any girl who can take both our cocks like this can call me pretty much anything she likes."

"Same for me, sexy," Allison added. "I'm 'Ally' to you."

I nodded, panting, while both girls moved into an alternating rhythm that drove me to heights of pleasure I had no idea existed. Jilling myself was a pale, pale thing compared to this heady delight, and both 'Niqua and Ally were groaning as well, their cocks gripped and massaged by my stretched pussy, and adding further pleasure as their shafts rubbed against each other inside me. I put my hand on my belly and started; I could feel the bulge of their cocks inside me, shifting with their strokes. Surely no girl had ever been so well and truly fucked as this! I know men's magazines advertise things to increase a man's girth and length, but there was no way any man could equal either of my new-found playmates... and I had both of them inside me.

How long they fucked me like this I don't know, but it was some time. Having erupted once each with me already (and Lord only knows how many times before I'd walked in on them) they were in no immediate hurry to finish. I floated on a sea of lust and pleasure, whipsawed and hammered between these two incredible creatures, while they methodically fucked me to near mindlessness. I had orgasm after orgasm, until my thighs and their cocks were sticky with my juices and the sheets darkly damp. Not to say they were bored or boring; I was acutely aware of both of them - their heat, their scents, and above all the massive cocks rampaging into my gaping puss.

Both of them were perfectly in sync with each other; as they came closer to release, they sped up, meshing their strokes until they were thrusting into me in unison. Shaniqua's face was a mask of lust; her lips drawn back to show her teeth clenched, eyes closed as she concentrated on nothing but fucking me. I couldn't see Ally's face, but I could feel her breath, panting in my ear as she matched Shaniqua' thrusts, both cocks spearing into me together.

They came together, explosively, shuddering in simultaneous release. I felt the dual orgasms, cock-cream blasting from the fat knobs of their cocks deep inside me. "Ngguuuhh!!!" Allison grunted, her fingers clutching my boobs, matched by Shaniqua's equally intense "Hnnnfffff!!!!" in time with the first volcanic eruptions of girl spooge. I remembered how much both of them had come and wailed lustfully as I realized what both of them were pumping into me! My pussy clenched hard, gripping both cocks tightly, milking their seed in repeated orgasmic contractions while they panted and fucked and came...

By the time both of them had emptied themselves into me, my poor abused little cunny was a goo-smeared, cum-leaking mess. I swear to God, their jizz *squirted* out from the little gap between my nether lips where their cocks rubbed together in me... absolutely squirted out and painted my thighs and theirs with thick, white cream. I felt them beginning to soften inside me, then Shaniqua gently pulled her cum-slippery cock out. "Aww, fuck yeah... oh man, I haven't cum like that in... I dunno," she sighed.

I pulled myself against her, her breasts warm against mine, and then Allison's shaft was slipping out of me as well, and I gave a little moan, feeling very empty. I could feel cum leaking from my loose cunt lips, bubbling out, rich and frothy. I could feel Shaniqua' cock all sticky and messy against my belly, and Allison's equally slick, drippy cock nestled between my ass cheeks. "That," she announced with a satisfied smile in her voice, "was amazing...! Heather, you can play with me and 'Niqua any time you like, hon."

Impossibility on impossibility... I had met two girls with amazing appetites for sex; two girls who had cocks, of all things; two girls who enjoyed using those cocks on each other and who had evidently found me a worthy bed partner as well...! I felt elated, and somehow supercharged. My eye fell on the bedside clock; it was well after midnight, but curiously, I didn't feel the least bit tired. Neither did Shaniqua and Allison, either; though relaxed, they showed no signs of wanting to call it a night.

I won't recount in detail the rest of that amazing night; suffice it to say we had much, much more sex... I remember eating out Shaniqua while Allison pounded me from behind; I remember Allison eating Shaniqua while I plied a borrowed strap-on - a double-ended one - and stuffed my ersatz cock into Allison's juicy cunt, the latex balls slapping lewdly against her thighs. I remember sucking Allison's cock while Shaniqua licked my cunt and sent me into a frenzy. I remember watching them in a sixty-nine, fingering each other and sucking each other's cocks while I tit-fucked Shaniqua's toes; I remember kneeling in front of them, sucking both their cocks until they spurted girl-cock cum over me from their apparently inexhaustible supply. I remember being spit-roasted, with Allison taking my anal virginity while I gobbled Shaniqua's cock until she bucked and fired rope after rope of cock-cream down my throat. I remember both of them on the bed in front of me, bottoms up while I ass-fucked them in turn with the borrowed strap-on. I felt amazing, riding one crest of pleasure to the next, and both my lovers showed me new and wondrous things to do with them until - I could scarcely credit it - the rosy glow of dawn stole through the window.

We were, all three, absolute messes. Cum covered us - matting our hair, glazing our faces, smeared over tits, with fat white drops dangling from nipples; pooled in belly buttons and painted over our butt cheeks. All three of us were leaking girl goo from our pussies and asses, oozing in frothy white runnels down our thighs; our lips were smeared and stained with sperm. The bed was a mess - the sheets soaked with pussy juices, jizz and sweat - and the rest of their bedroom wasn't much better. Cum splattered in pearlescent stars on the walls; there were droplets and small puddles of their cum on the hardwood floor. The wall common to mine now had deep dents from the finials of the headboard battering at the drywall; some of it my doing, when I had braced myself on it, straddle-legged while Allison fucked my ass with pounding strokes while Shaniqua knelt behind and thrust her tongue into Ally's dripping snatch. My housecoat had been the target of more than one of their cumshots, too. Allison and Shaniqua had shed their fetish outfits during the course of our marathon, except for Shaniqua's stockings, now torn from the night-long frenzy of our orgy.

Together we made our way to their bathroom, fondling each other, not wanting to give up physical contact. They bent me over in the shower and Shaniqua pumped another load of girl-cream into my much-fucked pussy while Allison's girl-cock stuffed my throat and the hot water beat down on us, washing away the mess we'd made of ourselves. We dried off and Allison said, "Might as well take the towel so you can go get dressed," and the last I saw of them before leaving was Shaniqua masturbating Allison as she stuffed herself into the redhead's cunt, eliciting animal moans of hedonistic pleasure.

I felt gloriously alive! I hadn't slept a wink, but my entire body tingled, charged with energy. I chalked it up to the amazing night I had spent and with a light heart, went to dress. I usually wore something fairly conservative - not quite a librarian look, but not far from it. I wanted to minimize the comments from the men in my workplace. But today I looked at my wardrobe with a new eye, and instead I picked out my one 'daring' blouse - semi-sheer, with lace panels in the sleeves and over my breasts; under it I would wear my cherry-red bra. I found a smart grey skirt I'd forgotten I had; it would definitely get attention, coming somewhere between mid-thigh and knee length. My one pair of evening heels completed the ensemble. My collar-length blonde hair, normally just brushed out any old how, I had fluffed up a bit so it was softer and fuller, and carefully I applied my cosmetics. I considered myself in the mirror, and my reflection looked back at me, running its tongue along its lower lip in perfect time with me. Yes, I'd want me.

My male co-workers didn't say a word when I came into the office; they just stared, and I smiled, enjoying the rush of my power to strike them dumb. Molly stared, too, and I felt her eyes on me - on my ass - as I put a bit of extra swing in my hips going past her desk. All morning I felt strange... alive and excited and on edge. I was definitely going to see more of Allison and Shaniqua, of that I was sure. It was entirely possible I was pregnant, too; I wasn't sure of my timing but given the amount of sperm they had spurted into me from their girl-cocks, it would be almost a miracle if I wasn't pregnant. But that I would fix; if they hadn't knocked me up last night, I was willing to give them more opportunities. Somehow it didn't occur to me to wonder at this, though on the face of it my sudden urge to be impregnated by two girls had to be abnormal.

I spent a bit of time at lunch doing a careful bit of discreet hacking; using an IP anonymizer service, then going to one of the less-popular search engines. I had to find out what my two amazing lovers were. The answer wasn't long in coming; the term, it seemed, was 'futanari'. There was an amazing amount of images and stories - most quite graphic and explicit - about them. It seemed there was some disagreement about the exact sexual attributes of futanari, or futa as they were popularly known, but certain things were common. Without exception they were beautiful; they were much, much better endowed than men; their sex drive would shame gods; and they were possessed of unbelievable stamina.

I didn't feel that good after lunch, but I wasn't surprised. A night of no sleep and vigorous sex with two girls was bound to take a toll. It was odd, though; I didn't feel tired so much as sick to my stomach. Cramps clenched in my belly, until I had to tell my boss I needed to book the afternoon off sick. When I got home, I went straight to my bedroom and curled up on the bed, clutching my belly. The cramps were getting worse, but they didn't feel like the curse, either. Very soon I was flushed and sweating, too; I stripped off my clothes, letting them fall wherever - 'hung up on the floor' as my Mom would say. The cramps were getting sharper and seemed to be moving, centering at my mons, just above my clit.

Sudden pain shot through me and I doubled over, biting my hand to stifle the screams. I had seen Alien as a little girl and all I could think of was the chest-thing, bursting out of Ash, only much lower down. I clamped my hands over my mons and recoiled; something *was* moving inside me! "God, what's happening to me?!" I moaned in agony. My flesh rippled and crawled under my hand; I could feel a swelling there, like some obscene tumor... and the pain, my God, the pain! Whatever it was was trying to get out; some parasite, some growth... wildly my imagination cast back to the night I had spent with Allison and Shaniqua; what if they weren't human? They had planted something in me, some monstrous thing that was chewing its way out from inside... then the skin under my hands shifted, and I felt the growth swelling.

Two soft, cool hands came to rest on my shoulders. "It's okay, Heather," Allison's voice said, and Shaniqua's voice chimed in, "We're here, honey." I hadn't heard the door open, nor their steps, but they were here... and then a fresh pain shot through me, and then something was pushing hard out of my groin, and I felt it shifting, moving, slithering under my hand, and I pulled my hand away. "Welcome, sister," my two lovers' voices said in the same unison with which they had double-fucked me the night before, and I looked down between my legs.

I had a cock.

-FIN-