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The Secret
Please start with this series on Part 1. Some of this may not make sense if you don’t.
Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the I use first person singular (I, me, my, mine) for Andy’s thoughts and third person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) for Andi’s body. Eventually I will refer to both Andy’s thoughts and Andi’s body in the first person singular.
Although this is a fictitious (or is it). Facts stated in this are based in science.
List of characters:
Andy: The man who died and took over Andi’s body
Maria: Andy’s wife and now widow
Hank: Maria’s new husband
Abby: Andy and Maria’s daughter
Tina and Ned: Andi’s parents
Andi: Tina and Ned’s daughter. Beautiful young lady whose mind was switched with Andy
Mary Sue: Andi’s roommate
Bill: Mary Sue’s boyfriend
Donna and Mike: Mary Sue’s parents
Ralph: The last of Andi’s fuck buddies
Misty: Andi’s lover
I again had gotten straight A’s though my first semester of my junior year. I again received a congratulatory letter telling me I had made the President’s List, it also told me I received a scholarship that paid for my next semester’s tuition. Tina and Ned were again thrilled I was lowering my college costs. I had become an active member of Beta Beta Beta a national collegiate honor society and academic fraternity for undergraduate biology students. At one of the monthly meetings one my fellow undergraduate members saw me walk in and said, “Wow, the standards must have really dropped.” I turned to him and said, “If you mean you have to have a four point cumulative average, I qualify, how about you? I know my standards didn’t drop when I refused to go out with you the four or five times you asked me out.” Then the worst thing that could have happened to the asshole did. People laughed at him.
Hank actually asked Maria to marry him. It really shocked me that a confirmed bachelor like Hank wanted to get married. It confirmed what I felt about Maria from the day I met her in another life. If someone like Hank wanted to marry her, she was an extraordinary woman. They planned for a Christmas wedding. Maria asked me to be the maid of honor. I told her I would love to, but it was totally inappropriate. I told her she should ask Abby or Tina. During Christmas vacation I watched my wife in another life marry another man. She looked beautiful and very happy. It was a bitter sweet moment. I actually cried when this chapter of my life came to an end.
My sideline business was still going great. Most of my customers were older women including an increased number of widows. I knew it wasn’t a good business model, but I tried to show women how to give themselves orgasms. Along with the Magic Wand, I would also give them the dildo I used to give them an orgasm. One woman told me, “My friends call you the orgasm whisperer.” I saw several widows multiple times. I think they just wanted the companionship. When I asked what they wanted me to wear, most wanted me naked and said they just “wanted to see it.” Surprisingly several women wanted to down on me. It was obvious which women had given their husband head and which hadn’t. A couple of them really gave me great orgasms. I still hadn’t told Misty about my sideline job. As we spent more and more time together it gave me less and less time for my job.
I had a large bank account from all of this ” work”. I was hoping I could save enough money to pay for graduate school. So far, so good.
Misty had final been invited for a threesome by Mary Sue and Bill. I sat out in the living room while the three of them were enjoying each other. I was surprised how loud Misty was during orgasm. I think it was louder than I had ever heard Mary Sue. They were in the bedroom for at least an hour after Misty got her three orgasms. Afterwards, when we alone, I asked her how she liked her first dick. “Andi, I have never experienced anything like it. Bill’s dick hit all my spots, including spots I didn’t know I had.”
“You still love me Misty?”
“I love you more than ever.”
The threesome went on a couple days a week for over a month. I really was getting jealous of their arrangement. I asked Misty if she would like to have a threesome with Bill and me. She told me that was what she really wanted. The next time the four of us were together I said to Mary Sue, “I wonder if the two of us could borrow Bill once a week.” Mary Sue wanted to know what she was going to get out of it. I said, “As far as I can tell, every time Bill fucks Misty he wants to fuck you even more.” Mary Sue agreed that Bill did seem to be even hornier after he fucked Misty. Mary Sue agreed to “allow” us to have Bill twice a month. She still wanted to have Misty once in a while.
Misty continued to amaze me. Her drive increased exponentially. When she was turned on, she would try almost anything. We kept our date night almost every weekend. We had gone out and bought several more dresses. This time she demanded that she would pay for them. I didn’t realize she had that kind of money. The dresses were usually very reveling and looked amazing on us. Because we were almost the same size, so we had a great selection to choose from. One thing that turned both us on no matter who wore it was a black lace bustier. I loved the way it accented our figures, but when Misty wore it, because of her height, it showed a lot more midrib. If we went to Cincinnati for date night we really showed more skin than if we stayed in town. No matter what, when we got back to the condo both of us were so turned on, we always had great .
Misty started to enjoy more and more pain with . She liked me to pull on her nipples when she was cumming. It helped her to extent her orgasms. I was concerned she or I were going to hurt her pulling on her nipples more and more. The solution, nipple clamps. I saw them at the Hustler store. She really got into them. She had nipple clamps that could be really tightened down. She also had nipple clamps as jewelry. She loved the feel of a nipple chain necklace. She would be braless and at first only wore it around the condo. Eventually she wore it in public. I think some people realized what she was wearing. There were times that she would also talk me into clamps. I did enjoy them, but I was afraid they might permanently distort my huge long nipples.
Misty found a leather paddle in my suitcase and had me spank her. At first it was light spanking, but as we went on, she enjoyed it harder to the point that her ass was bright red. She didn’t want spanking all the time, but when she, she would wiggle her ass near my face and say, “I’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished.” I told her I had read that some women actually enjoy having the clit involved in the spanking. Once she had her clit stimulated with a paddle, there has no going back.
I tried to get Misty to go down to Florida for spring break. I thought it would be a hoot strutting around in string bikinis. She actually told me, “I don’t do the sun.” Apparently her alabaster skin didn’t tan, just burned. She might be the only person I know that had no tan lines. So we stayed in the condo during spring break enjoying each other’s company. We were spending more and more time at the condo. She actually brought much of her clothes over. I loved falling asleep spooning her, my arm between her perfect breasts. The more I got to know her, the more I realized what an amazing person she was. She was in her sophomore year and had decided she wanted to go to law school full time when she graduated. I told her that could be expensive. She assured me, that wouldn’t be a problem.
Misty wanted me to meet her parents. I knew nothing about them. She told me she wanted to introduce me to her parents as her lover. I told her that was a bad idea. Just tell them I was a good friend. She was insistent on this. “My mom and dad will support me on anything I do. They’re very open minded.”
“No parent is that open minded. Parents want their little princesses to marry a prince, not another princess.” She assured me her mother made all the decisions in the family and she would support her no matter what. I told her I hoped she was right, but I wish she just wouldn’t do it.
March 17, 2002
March 17th fell on a Sunday in 2002. Spring break was over and school was starting up on Monday. The day became topsy turvy when I had agreed to go down with Misty to meet her parents. Normally the weekend was a lazy time. We would get up mid morning, have breakfast while watching TV. All four of us had an “understanding” to dress casual for breakfast. No overly y clothes. Mary Sue had agreed to “loan” Bill to fuck us twice a month. Today was the first day of the “agreement” and Misty and I were like two horny girls in a shop. We decided to break our “understanding” and dress very provocative.
I wore a see through baby doll nighty with a built in push up bra top and no panties. The bra was intentionally a cup too small so the tops of my boobs spilled over the top and actually exposed the tops of my areola. When Bill was a fuck buddy I knew how he loved my nipples and clit. Misty wore her thinnest and shortest robe. She put on a nipple chain necklace with nothing else under the robe. Her burning bush was very obvious and she knew how much Bill also loved it. Right before we went out of the bedroom, Misty knelt on the bed, totally exposing her clit and pussy. “Get the paddle and fire me up.” She wanted to go out with her cunt and clit on fire. I obliged.
Misty and I were eating breakfast acting nonchalant when Mary Sue and Bill walked out of their bedroom. Mary Sue took one look at the two of us, “Damn guys, I didn’t get the memo to wear y sleepwear.”
I smiled and said, “We want to fire up Bill for our threesome.”
Mary Sue laughed, “You know he’s thought of nothing else.” With that Bill opened his robe and exposed his rock hard cock.
I asked, “Bill, have you taken Viagra today. You got two hot girls that need to be fully satisfied.” He bobbed his head yes. I don’t think the three of us could finish our breakfast quick enough.
As we entered the bedroom, Misty dropped her robe, took off her nipple chain necklace and attached adjustable nipple clamps to her nipples. She would tighten the clamps more and more the closer she got to orgasm.
Bill grabbed me and almost threw me on the bed, dropped to his knees saying, “I’ve been waiting for this for a while.” He took my entire hard, huge clit in his mouth and sucked on it like nobody ever has. “Slow down, slow down, I don’t want to cum, I don’t want to cum, I don’t want to cum. Ohh, ohh, ohh, I just came.”
While Bill was going down on me, Misty had plastered her body on Bills back. She had reached around and stroked Bill’s cock. Bill got up after he finished going down on me. Misty dropped to her knees and jammed as much as Bill’s cock in her mouth as she could. I could hear her emitting small gagging sounds. I had no idea that Misty would do this. She pulled off Bill’s cock and said, “I think he’s ready.” Misty and I decided that she would go first Bill. Our one problem with Bill was that we had to fuck him in a position so that the downward turned head of his cock would rub against the front of our pussies.
Misty learned from Bill several times her best position was from behind. One advantage for Misty, she actually enjoyed having her cervix hit with objects up her cunt. Right before Misty got on all fours, she tightened the nipple clamps to the point that she actually winced. As Bill entered her, I positioned my head so Misty and I were lips to lips. I started to kiss her as she was groaning. I was afraid to put my tongue in her mouth for fear she would bite it when cumming. Bill asked Misty, “Why is your ass so red?”
“Shut up and keep .” She had decided to extent this fuck out because she only used her fingers on her clit, no vibrator. She went through several cycles of, “Oh my God”, each time louder that the time before. Misty’s body started to shake as she had her last orgasm. We were still eye to eye, she smiled and said, “I could feel Bill cum in me, what I great way to finish a fuck.”
We all slowly moved positions. It was my turn and I really needed the feel of Bill’s wonder cock up me. I turned to Bill and said, “You ready to go again?”
Bill was holding his still erect cock and said, “What do you think.” I had Bill lay on his back. I wanted to be fucked in reverse cowgirl. I was going to mount Bill with my ass toward his head. I would get the angle I wanted with his cock and I could control the strokes. I slide my wet pussy on Bill’s rock hard cock several very slow times. I was ready. I reached between my legs and grabbed the object of my desire. As I directed the wonder cock up my pussy, Bill struggled to enter me. The huge purple head was bent downward and really stretched the opening to my cunt.
I was so turned on, I was going to try to cum by penetration alone. It always took longer for me to cum without getting my huge clit directly involved. I was off to a great start, I came as soon as Bill was able to start his dick up me. I slowly pushed his huge dick up to my G spot. I started to quickly flexing my hip and kept it there for two more orgasms. I had forgotten how great that bent dick felt. I decided to go for broke. I started violently pouncing up and down, the entire time his cock head was hitting my cervix.
As I finished, I fell off Bill and collapsed. Misty jumped up, took Bill’s cock in her mouth and started to beat off his long shaft until he came in her mouth. Damn if she didn’t gladly swallow the entire load. I asked her later when she started doing that. She told me that when she had threesomes with Bill and Mary Sue, she had watched Mary Sue do that almost every time she could. Misty finally tried it, and actually liked the taste of Bill’s cum. Over the years I have found cum is salty, thick and slimy. Some actually have a pleasant taste. Bill’s obviously did.
After we all recovered, Bill came over, gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear, “I really miss you. I needed this.”
I said, “Me too. We’ll get to repeat this in a couple of weeks.”
Misty was nervous about our dinner at her parents’ house. She told me I needed to wear clothes that weren’t provocative. I noticed she wore one of her old bras and panties that she hadn’t worn in months. This stuck me kind of odd. I even said something about it. She told me her parents weren’t aware of her “metamorphosis” and she wasn’t sure how her parents would take it. She also told me her mother said women who wore provocative underwear were trash.
I said to her, “You’re worried your parents might be upset with you wearing y underwear, but they’re not going to be upset you’re a ?” That was a mistake. She burst into tears. She cried, “You don’t understand, but you will when you meet my parents.” I was truly confused. I decided the best thing was to just keep my mouth shut.
We finally finished dressing and headed for her parents’ house. She gave me directions as I drove. When we were on East I 275 I realized we were headed for Indian Hills. “Misty, you never told me you lived in Indian Hills.” Indian Hills was the richest area in Cincinnati and home to several of my “clients”. She directed me to the driveway of a couple I had helped. The husband was a local TV personality and the wife was a national beauty queen. “Misty, why didn’t you tell me you lived in a mansion in Indian Hills?”
I was deathly afraid her parents were going to affect our relationship. I was pretty sure they weren’t going to tell her directly that I had with her mother while the father beat off while watching.
Misty’s mom met us at the front door. From the look on her face, I was sure she recognized me. I shook her hand as Misty introduced me. I said, “Now I know where Misty gets her good looks.” The father stepped forward, shook my hand and said, “You look familiar.”
I said, “You also look familiar.”
Misty responded, “Didn’t I tell you my dad is on TV all the time.
“Oh, that’s where I must have seen him.”
Misty’s father looked at me again, “Are you sure we haven’t met.” I realized he hadn’t connected me yet.”
“I’ve been told there is a doppelganger in the area that I have been mistaken for.
Hard to believe, but Misty’s parents had no servants. Misty’s mother had actually fixed the meal. It was much better that I expected. I had volunteered to help with cleanup. Misty and her father continue to talk in the dining room. I was at the sink when I was startled from behind. A body with big breasts pressed against me. A hand grabbed a boob and the other hand rubbed my clit through my skirt. She whispered in my ear, “We have to talk later.” I turned around and there was Misty’s mother. Not only were the mom and daughter the same size and shape, but their voices sounded identical.
I said, “What the Hell are you doing? Are you going to tell Misty how you know me?”
“Are you kidding? Our secret is safe with me. I just can’t get you out of my mind”
“What about your husband?”
“He’s terrible with faces. Take off your clothes, and he’ll recognize you. I know you and Misty are lovers.”
“Did she tell you?”
“No, I can just tell.”
It’s like she had radar. “Misty is going to tell her father and you that we’re involved in a romantic relationship.”
“What you need to do is excuse yourself and drive back to the university. I’ll take care of my husband. I’ll drive Misty back later tonight. You don’t want to be here when Misty tells him.”
I sat in my bedroom just looking at the clock. A little after two hours there was a knock on my bedroom door. There was Misty and her mother with a big smile on their face. Misty ran to me and gave me a big wet kiss. “I told you my mom would take care of it.”
The mother looked at Misty and said, “I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“What do you mean mom?”
“I’ve always been attracted to women. Unlike you, I never acted on that attraction.”
“Why did you marry dad?”
“I wanted a family. I always thought I would eventually be attracted to your dad. We produced you, the love of my life.”
I had a question, “Why doesn’t Misty have her father’s last name?”
The mom said, “When she was very young my husband and I decided my husband’s name is so unique everybody would know who’s child she was. It can be rough on a young child having celebrity parents. We changed her last name to my maiden name.”
Misty’s mom told her she would like to talk to me alone.
After she left she said, “I really think you care for Misty.”
“I love Misty.”
“Please don’t get her involved in your ‘business.'”
“Never. I started the business because I really enjoy . It kind of got away from me. I got more and more calls from women who couldn’t orgasm. I helped them get over the hump. I hope to use the money I’ve earned to pay for grad school. I assume you are going to cover Misty’s costs if she goes to law school?”
“Of course. I almost hate to ask this, but what do you want to study in grad school?”
“I want to do research, and if not then couples ual counseling.”
“Why does that not surprise me? This is a bad time to ask this, but I would like to see you again.”
“Similar to how we met last time?”
“Purely professional. My husband is a selfish bastard. Even though he saw how you got me off, he still thinks I can orgasm from penetration alone. He hates the vibrator.”
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