Tales From Mexico — Day 3

The next morning, we had to get up pretty early. Antony, Frank, Mandy and I had planned on some scuba diving that day so we had a quick breakfast and took off on a bus to Cancun. The rest of the gang stayed behind to do some resort activities. Specifically, Brooke and Meghan had planned some hobie cat sailing while Jennifer and Jason just wanted to stay poolside and rest a bit.

(Jennifer’s got the kind of skin that tans rapidly, curse her! The previous day’s expedition had already given her a nice foundation. In a few days, she’d be nicely roasted. 🙂

To be honest, the scuba we did in Cancun wasn’t great. We did get to visit this kind of underwater museum made of dozens of statues, apparently put there to help restore the coral life over time. Unfortunately, we were with a rather big, loud, and obnoxious  group of people, and the ride to the dive site wasn’t that much fun. Worse yet, at the bottom, some were just acting like idiots (grabbing life forms or damaging the coral reefs by bumping into them). But all in all, I enjoy diving and once I got over these idiots, I had a good time.

To be fair, it wasn’t all bad. I got to see a lot of girls in swimsuits and some of them were HAWT  (Mandy among them). There was this brown-skinned latina girl in a white bikini that just had the most exquisite eyes! Part of me secretly wanted to bring her back home and see if SHE would be impressed by my new size. (Yes, Mandy was still apparently indifferent to that, and it was bothering me a bit.)

We came back to the resort mid-afternoon, and Mandy & I retired to our room to clean our gear from salt water. That’s usually done by going in the shower and rinsing everything thoroughly. Mandy stood outside, handing me the equipment, and I’d give it back to her once it was clean. But since this was a very large shower (5 people could have stood up in there), Mandy came in with me. I started the showeer, got into the water, and lifted a hand, waiting for her to hand me something. She didn’t. Instead, she got closer and pushed a boob against my hand.

“Oops,” I said.

“You know,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck, “it was Christmas a few days ago, and I know a chimney that’s in need of a good sweeping.”

“Uh huh…”

“And you’ve got just the right tool for it.”

“Uh huh…”

“And I’ve seen how you ogled that girl on the boat… And I know what you wanted to do to her.”

Busted! Was I in trouble?

“Ahh…” I said, eloquent as ever.

Mandy pushed me back against the wall. It was a little rough. I liked it. She grabbed my crotch. I liked it too.

“Do these things to me. Right now.”

And so, I performed my boyfriend duties to the best of my abilities. I realize I should have suspected something, but there was very little blood flow to my brain at the moment, so it wasn’t until later I would make the connection (you will too, shortly).

We came out of our room about an hour later and headed to the area of the pool where we knew we’d find Jennifer and Jason. It wasn’t hard finding them, either. Jennifer’s a busty girl and there are always groups of males hovering in the area where she is, trying to get a good view of her boobs (always from a distance). Jason wasn’t there when we caught up with her (he’d gone to get drinks, but hadn’t returned yet). Brooke and Meghan were also there, chatting animatedly.

I remember thinking Jennifer looked spectacular, almost statuesque, just lying there on the sun lounger. I could see that Brooke and Meghan thought so. Brooke was cuddling Meghan from behind, and while she was touching her gently, I could see her eyes were fixed on Jennifer’s ample bust.

Meghan looked around. “I wonder where Jason is with those drinks,” she commented. “I’ll go see what’s up.”

I detached my eyes from Jennifer’s amazing figure (I’d never realized how big her boobs were, and the undersized green bikini she was wearing was making that clearer). “I’ll go with,” I offered. Things were better between us, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to spend more time together and bond a little. And getting away from Jennifer’s chest sounded like the right thing to do, since I was getting (inappropriately) excited.

So Mandy & Brooke stayed with Jenn while Meghan and I wandered off in the direction of the bar. We passed in front of her hotel room in the process (which was a room with an outside door and a balcony), at which point she stopped. “Do you mind if we go in a minute? I want to get my camera and take some picture of all of us.”

Sure. Why not.

We went inside. I waited at the door as she went in, her back to me. I noticed that she untied her top and tossed it on the bed. Then she turned to face me, so I covered my eyes as a gentleman should. (And I didn’t want to get any more aroused than I already was.)

“You don’t have to look away, nothing you haven’t seen before.” Her voice sounded closer.

“S’okay, I don’t think it’ be appropriate…”

“Yeah. I get that. Speaking of appropriate…”

And I SWEAR I meant to stop what happened next, but it just happened too fast.

With one swift motion, she almost simultaneously pulled down my swimming trunks, pushed me against the door, and swallowed the erect snake between my legs. I was so surprised I didn’t know how to react for a few seconds, then I put my hands on her head, intending to push her away. But it felt GOOOOOOD. And then I found my hands encouraging her back-and-forth motions. It got faster, and it felt increasingly better, and it wasn’t a minute before I reached the finish line.

She didn’t miss a drop.

“Aah, that hit the spot,” she said. She got up, put on a t-shirt, and came back to give me a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for that. Take all the time you want getting out. See you pool side.”

And she was out.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales From Mexico — Day 2

I woke up on Tuesday with that slight feverish feeling that comes from having a good sunburn. Mandy was still sleeping, so I quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen myself up. I splashed some cold water on my face and confirmed that I was an idiot for not wearing any sunscreen the day before. Then I went to the bathroom to take care of business.

You’ll imagine my surprise, I’m sure when I realized that my “business” down there was somewhat oversized. Not talking about morning wood, here, but about having gotten abnormally big.

I let out some kind of loud curse to express my surprise, and raced back to the room to wake Mandy up. She was a big confused at first, but when I dropped my boxers, she looked at my crotch, then back up at me.

“You’re not being very romantic, here, are you?” she asked.

“No, that’s not it! I got BIG!”

“I can see that.”

“As in, REAL big!”

“I can SEE that. Good for you.”

“Must be faerie magic,” I said.

“Must be,” she acquiesced.

I paused. Clearly, she wasn’t going to get… ahem… excited about this. Not excited as in sexually, but as in alarmed. I turned to leave, then faced again.

“But I’m BIG.”

“Yes, sweetie.”

Nope, not gonna get a rise out of her. That’s my Mandy all right.

So I got dressed and ready for the day. Which was going to be spent visiting the ruins at Coba. (We chose Coba because you can still climb the pyramid there, whereas the ruins of Chichen Itza are now off-limits to visitors. You can watch, but can’t touch.) I made sure to bring sunscreen and a hat to avoid making things worse. I was somewhat grateful we weren’t going scuba diving since, well… my new size might get noticeable in swimming trunks or in a wet suit.

Except that I had forgotten about the PRE-Coba visit, which entailed doing some fun things, like zip-lining, rappelling down a cliff, and visiting a cenote. Normally, none of this would have been embarrassing, but if you’ve ever worn a climbing harness (necessary for rappelling), you know how it REALLY straps itself all around your crotch and really brings your… package to the fore.

And I had… quite the package.

Perhaps I should also mention our guide: Lara Croft. I’m NOT kidding! That’s how she introduced herself to us tourists, as well as to the various Mexican security guards we crossed at the gate of each hotel we visited. (Her real name was Lara Martinez, but we all thought it was hilarious that she called herself like that, and no one challenged her.)

Anyway, while strapping me up, Lara sized me up and laughed. “You’re a little TOO happy to see me.” Then she looked at Mandy’s boobs and told them: “Good thing YOU’re more my type.”

I blushed like an idiot. Mostly because I was embarrassed, but also because Lara had drawn my attention to Mandy’s breasts, and those made the giant snake between my thighs twitch a little. DOWN BOY!

So I was quick to make my descent and get away from this situation.

I also spent most of the day trying to walk in the front of everyone, so no one would notice anything.

Overall, we all had a good time, and if anyone noticed anything, they didn’t make any comments.

On the following day, though, I wasn’t the only one having some trouble, and things got really heated up…

–Jaycee

Tales From Mexico — Prelude

Hi all,

If you didn’t know, I was in Mexico between Christmas and New Year (and a few more days after that, as a matter of face). With me, my close circle of friends: Mandy, Brooke & Meghan, Antony & Frank (whose real name, by the way, is Lucas, but I still call him Frank as a joke), as well as Jennifer and her new boyfriend Jason.

It looks like we didn’t leave without a parting gift from Minx, however. I won’t tell you what it is right away; you’ll find out reading my retelling of the holiday events in the next few days.

In other news: Zuri is in town and it sounds like she’s going to be sticking around until the end of January.

More on the Mexico adventure tomorrow.

–Jaycee

Quick Update

Hey all,

Sorry I’ve been silent. We have a pre-Christmas rush at the office, so I’ve been staying at work later than usual. Not much time left for updates. But this morning, it’s a bit slower, so here’s what’s been happening to the people in my life (and myself).

  • Mandy hasn’t moved back in, and probably won’t. We talked about it, and she’s worried that too much faerie influence in her life might cause her to relapse to her older self. She said it came VERY close, during the Trigger Incidents, and she doesn’t want to go back down that road. She’s still living at Antony’s and is looking for a new place of her own.
  • Brooke and Roseanne are officially over. Now it’s all about Brooke and Meghan.
  • Jennifer has a new boyfriend. Which isn’t surprising. Ever since she “busted out” (a nice way to say she got implants), she’s been going through guys like mad. They’re usually hot hunks, with toasters for brains. She’s also going for a more feminine look — I saw her wearing a dress, the other day, and it was really weird for me. She’s not a tomboy-ish little sister anymore, more like a hot sexpot. My brain can’t quite cope with that yet.
  • I received a postcard from Zuri. She’s coming to town during the holidays. BAD NEWS! I’m going on holidays myself right after Christmas (Mexico, BABY!), so there’s a chance we’ll miss each other.
  • Morgan never reappeared. I don’t know where she came from, or where she went after she visited me, “that” time. Probably just as well. I’ve confessed the entire incident to Mandy, though, who was upset by the whole thing. She understood it was the usual faerie mischief, though, so she’s not holding a grudge.

That’s about all the news. Oh, and Minx has been very quiet. She’s been looking a bit nervous, these days, but she says it’s nothing. I hope that’s not the calm before the storm…

–Jaycee

Saturday Night Chaos (Epilogue)

I couldn’t get a hold of Mandy after what happened, but we talked on Sunday morning. She was fine. We agreed that after the night before, it would be safe if she went back to stay at Antony’s place for a little while. Just until we figure out what happened.

I didn’t tell her about Morgan’s visit. Not yet. But I will. I just wanted to figure out first what happened, where she came from all of a sudden, and what force was at work behind it all.

And I got thinking… If it was Minx who “fixed” those orgasms that prevented me from having sex with Morgan, then she’s not the one who got Morgan to show up and come on to me in the first place.

So I decided to have a chat with Minx, and asked her what was her part in all of this. The thing about Minx is, she’s a pretty bad liar. She has the poker face of a three year-old. Her answer was one of those “Nothiiiiiiiiing” that screams “I’m lying.” So I asked her a few more questions.

“Minx, seriously, did you do this to me? To the point of fainting?”

“Mmmmmaybe?”

“You lost an opportunity to watch me have sex with Morgan.”

“Who?” she asked.

“The lady with the big boobs.”

“Oh, her. Well, your orgasms were fun to watch.”

Uh huh. Then I had a light bulb moment.

“And isn’t that an uncanny coincidence that Mandy had the SAME problem, around the SAME time, and didn’t show up at 8PM, when she was supposed to.”

“Ah… I suppose.”

I pressed on, feeling I was on to something.

“Minx, did you curse Mandy, just like you cursed me?”

She shuffled a guilty foot around the other.

“And what if I did?”

“I knew it! You DID this to us!”

She shrugged, so I continued.

“You’re the one who gave us all those orgasms! And I’m willing to bet you did this to stop me from sleeping with Morgan. And to stop Mandy from showing up and seeing her there!”

Minx frowned unhappily.

“Are you insinuating I would have HELPED you?” she asked, her glare threatening. I could see this could be an issue, so I backed down.

“Um… Ah… I mean… No, of COURSE not! You did this for your own entertainment, not AT ALL to do me a favor! I didn’t insinuate that you might have shirked your duties as a proper faerie and actually HELPED a human being.”

“Good.” She was pouting, now.

“But if you HAD done this deliberately, and if it HAD had a beneficial side effect for Mandy and myself, it WOULD be proper for me to express gratitude, right?”

She concentrated a moment, then nodded. “I guess, yes.”

“So, I’m NOT thanking you now, but personally, I’m glad I got off with JUST those orgasms and nothing else.”

And there you have it, folks. Some faeries may have a heart after all. Not that I’m suggesting Minx has one. I’m just sayin’…

–Jaycee

Saturday Night Chaos (Part II)

(CONTINUED)

Morgan stepped in and I stepped back. I glanced back and forth between her, all skin and no modesty, and the phone lying on the kitchen table. I hoped Mandy was too busy with her orgasms to have heard Morgan’s voice.

(DAMN, but she was hot! Still the same smoking body I remembered, with apparently none of the reserve and propriety she once had.)

“I… Um… hold on!”

I raced back to the phone.

“Mandy? Mandy, you there???”

I felt a pair of breasts pushing against my back, and long arms slowly embrace me from behind. Her hips were gyrating against my butt. At the other end of the line, my girlfriend was moaning through yet another thunderous orgasm and was paying me no attention.

“Mandy! Tell me where you are! I’ll be right there!”

*click* *beeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

The phone line went dead. I looked down — one of Morgan’s hands was on the “OFF” button of my wireless phone’s docking station. She’d hung up on Mandy! Mandy would just think I’d hung up on HER in her time of need!

I saw red.

With a shove of the shoulder, I pushed Morgan back, stepped forward, and turned to face her.

“What the HELL did you just do? And what are you doing here?!? What’s going on?”

She didn’t seem surprised one bit or taken aback by my hostility. On the contrary, it seemed to turn her. At least that was my assumption based on her thick, hardening nipples, which were building visible tents at the front of her blouse.

“You know what’s going on. Or should I pretend you don’t? I can do that…”

She stepped forward. I backed away. She stepped forward again, and I hit my back against the wall. Nowhere to run! But then I thought, enough with the running! It was time I made a stand!

“Hold it right there! My girlfriend’s in trouble. I gotta go. And you need to go too.”

She just smiled.

“You can’t go. I’m not going to let you go. And I don’t think you WANT to go… This body… What it can do to you… you don’t want to pass this up.”

She was sliding her hands up and down her sides, caressing her throat and her hips. She stepped forward, offering her chest to my gaze like it was a prize or something.

(Okay, so yeah, it WAS pretty impressive, so you can’t blame a guy for looking!)

I was frozen, just like a mouse caught in a snake’s gaze. Damn, those were some impressively hard nipples, right there. Morgan gently grabbed my hands and brought them to her boobs.

And then I became dizzy, and a lot of things stopped making sense.

[To be continued]

–Jaycee

Saturday Night Chaos (Part I)

As you know from my post on Friday, Mandy was supposed to come visit me on Saturday night, and we were supposed to talk about her moving back with me.

That didn’t go as planned.

Around 8PM, she sent me a short text, apologizing because she wasn’t going to make it. I immediately called her up. She picked up the phone, her voice sounding a bit breathless, like she’d been running.

“You’re not coming! Is everything all right?”

She was breathing faster, now.

“No… *mmm* I… I can’t go out… *aaah* …like this. I’m coming… *NGH* …every five minutes!”

Oh, come on! Another faerie trick!

“Wait, where are you? I’ll come get you.”

Bad timing: just as I said this, my apartment’s buzzer rang. Someone downstairs was there to visit me.

“Hang in there, I’ll be right back!”

I ran to the buzzer, hit the button, raced back to the phone.

“Oh God, feels… so GOOD! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!”

“Mandy?”

“I… can’t stop touching myself! AaaAaAAAH!”

“Mandy, where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“Come! Come! Come!”

Knock knock! Someone was at my door already.

“Hold on.”

I dropped the phone on the table and rushed to the door. I opened the door without even looking through the magic eye…

…and saw Morgan, just standing there, dressed in an outfit that could only be described as provocative. She was displaying more cleavage than she was hiding, and she seemed to be mostly made of legs and bare skin. As I stood there, looking dumbfounded, she just strode forward, her intimidating breasts causing me to back away slowly.

“Thanks for seeing me,” she said, her voice sultry. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time…”

[To be continued]

–Jaycee

Mandy!!!

Sorry if I didn’t announce this earlier, but Mandy got in touch with me on Wednesday. She’d gone out of town to see her sister Jackie. She needed some time off from everything, and returning to her roots, seeing her family, it all sounded like the right thing to do.

She says she left a note to Antony, but maybe he never found it…

Or a faerie took it. Minx says she didn’t, but she’s a faerie, so I’m not taking her at her word.

But that doesn’t matter, now! Mandy’s back in town, and now that the curse-craze has stopped, we’re going to talk about her moving back in.

She’s coming tomorrow…

–Jaycee

Triggers! (VII)

Sorry for not updating you in the last few days.It’s been a busy weekend (and I had a lot of writing to catch up on).

I’ve tried staying out of my apartment most of the time to minimize the triggers, but that hasn’t been extremely helpful. Minx left a lot of triggers on ME, so even if I went out, there were still… problems. For example, on Friday morning, I went to the coffee shop to get my morning coffee, and accidentally touched the waitress’ hand when she gave me my change. Instantly, her nipples popped up under her shirt, pointing at me like angry little rockets. She gasped and blushed, and tried very hard NOT to look down at her chest to see what was happening. As she dashed away to the bathroom, I was left thinking this was probably a trigger destined for Mandy.

Dammit, Minx, leave her alone! Continue reading “Triggers! (VII)”

Mandy’s Moving Out

Following some good advice, today I looked for a place where Mandy could stay. Because there wasn’t much time and I didn’t want to take any chances, I went straight to the non-straight: Antony. You may remember that Antony is a gay friend of mine. (Everybody should have a gay friend, it’s the politically correct thing to do, right?)

Antony and I hadn’t talked in a little while, but he’s reliable and trustworthy. I couldn’t tell him about the faerie issue I have, of course, so I made something up. Something with enough truth in it that he’d believe it. I told him there was this weird stalker who was harassing Mandy and I’d feel safer if she could stay elsewhere for a little bit. Continue reading “Mandy’s Moving Out”

Triggers! (Part V)

This morning, when the alarm rang, I awoke to the sights and sound of Mandy thrashing in the bed next to me, her hands going about some sexy business between her legs. Looks like the alarm buzzer was rigged to make her clitoris buzz in sync. And for some mysterious (and probably magical) reason, the snooze button wasn’t working, so it kept on buzzing…

*BZZZT* *BZZZT* *BZZZT*… Continue reading “Triggers! (Part V)”

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