Taking Turns: Bonus Chapter

I grunted. The truth was… it was impossible to pretend that was our first date. We both knew that we were a good five dates in already. It was impossible to reset the clock that easily. “Just do me a favour and fuck me like a girl.” 

I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as I reached down and gripped him, feeling his length and hardness through the thin fabric of his slacks.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Chad growled, his voice low. "I've been wanting to do this all night."

I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him as I ground my own cock against his. The friction was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, our tongues dancing and tasting each other.

Chad's hands roamed over my ass, squeezing and kneading, sending waves of anticipation through me. I reached back, pulling my own cock out from my tight lacy panties, stroking it slowly as I continued to grind against him. The sensation of my own hand and the pressure of his body was almost too much to bear.

"Turn around," Chad commanded. "I want to see that ass."

I complied, turning around and presenting myself to him, my cock throbbing with need. I presented my freshly shaved ass. He spanked it hard, making me yelp. Chad's hands gripped my hips, pulling me back as he positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against me, teasing and probing.

"Fuck me," I gasped, pushing back against him. "Fuck me like you mean it. Don’t hold back.”

With a grunt, Chad thrust forward, filling me completely. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that left me gasping. He started to move, his hips slapping against my ass as he pounded into me, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through my body.

I reached back, grabbing my own cock and stroking it in time with his movements. The combination of his cock filling me and my own hand on my cock was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He pushed my hand away and gripped my shaft with his own hand. He squeezed it tight and pumped it fast, wanting me to cum. He wanted to milk me. “Cum for me, princess,” he whispered into my ear. 

Chad's pace increased. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, knowing he was close. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep, his body tensing as he came, filling me with his hot, sticky cum.

As he pulled out, I felt a rush of warmth and pressure, and then, with a loud, messy sound, an explosive cum-fart escaped my ass, a mix of his cum and my own arousal dripping down my thighs. I collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied, a filthy grin spreading across my face.

"Fuck, that was hot," Chad panted, collapsing beside me. "You're so fucking good at that."

I turned to him, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just wait until next time. I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve."

He stared into my eyes. And in that moment, I didn’t see Chad. I saw Chelsea. Those innocent, beautiful eyes. That fragile, sweet princess. As if on cue, Chad asked, “Do you prefer me like this? Or did you like me… like her?” 

“Why do you ask?” I said, afraid to answer. Afraid my answer wouldn’t match what he wanted.

“Well… I don’t know if I… like this. I don’t know if this is me anymore.”

A light illuminated in my chest. “You’d rather be Chelsea?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Is that weird?”

“No,” I said. “I… Prefer Chelsea.” 

He smiled. “Mind if I go… change?”

“Please do.”

Five minutes later, she was back. The blonde beauty that I fell in love with the week before. Just more flat-chested, because I was wearing the breast form. “Hey cutie,” I smiled.

She giggled and then we kissed. The kiss turned into making out, which lasted about fifteen minutes. Finally, she leaned back and said, “Want to be my lesbian girlfriend?” 

“Want to be mine?” 

We both giggled and then started kissing again. I felt my throbbing tip touching hers. She rolled her forehead against mine and looked down at our shafts. “I want to try something.”

“Anything,” I smiled.

She mashed her tip hard against mine. I wasn’t sure what she was doing. Then, she pulled her foreskin over my tip. 

Her hand wrapped around both of our cocks, stroking them together, the sensation of our shafts rubbing against each other sending electric jolts through my body.

“Do you know what this is?”

I shook my head, my heart racing. “No,” I said. It feels… nice. 

“It’s called Docking,” she said. I wanted to ask how she knew, but I left it at that.

She grinned, her eyes never leaving mine as she continued to stroke us, her grip tightening. The friction was intense, our pre-cum mixing, creating a slick, slippery mess. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as she increased her pace. Half of my cock was in her cock. 

"Cum for me," she commanded. "I want to feel you cum inside my dick.”

Her words pushed me over the edge. With a groan, I felt my cock pulsing, spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum shooting into her foreskin, filling it completely. She moaned, her own cock throbbing against mine, her own orgasm following close behind.

We stayed like that for a moment, our cocks entwined, our cum mixing. Then, slowly, she pulled back, her foreskin slipping off my cock, a mix of our cum dripping down her shaft.

"Fuck, that was hot," I panted, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "You're so fucking sexy."

She smiled, her eyes soft and loving. "So are you. I love you."

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, our tongues dancing, tasting each other. As we pulled apart, I rested my forehead against hers, my heart full.

"Want to do it again?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye.

I laughed, already feeling my cock stirring to life. "Always."