Tag: Mandy

Big Life Update

Posted on February 26, 2013 by Jaycee

I’ll get back to Attitude’s recent mischief in a moment, but since I haven’t talked about my life here in a good while, I should probably recap the last few months for your benefit.

I’m still working as a freelance writer, usually from home. Sometimes, I go in coffee shops, just so I can see people. Minx occasionally joins me and plays pranks on unsuspecting customers (usually minor stuff, like embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions).

I’m not dating anyone. After gaining faerie sight, it became pretty easy to pick up girls. It was a great boost to my self-confidence. I realized, however, that I was headed down a very slippery slope, morally speaking. Minx didn’t really understand why my problem was, but she helped me tune out the ability so that I don’t really notice sexual arousal unless I deliberately want to see it.

I dated Fredrika for a while, but it didn’t work out. I’ve come to realize I like girls with strong, bold personalities, and Fredrika was a bit too much of a wallflower for my taste.

Brooke and Meghan are still together. They share an apartment near the Old Port. It’s pretty posh.

I have no clue where Mandy is gone. She’s still MIA.

But now, back to the recent events. More specifically, let’s talk about Blog, that entity that had “invaded” my electronic space. It looked like something living in the cloud, in the vicinity of my website. It’s been wiped clean now, but it’s been keeping busy for the last year and change. Keeping busy doing what, you ask? Keeping busy maintaining a relationship with Morgan, of all people!

So here’s what happened (again, put together from my conversations with Minx and Attitude): Blog kept electronic contact with Morgan, my former sexy MILF of a boss. It went as far as impersonating me (video and audio) through Skype conversations. I’ve found the logs of those conversations, too. For some reason, Blog seemed to enjoy recording them. It seems to have learned a lot about me over time and did a very credible model of my appearance. And for reasons that are still beyond me at this time, it preyed on Morgan’s weird attraction to me, and had her do all sorts of very sexual things for the camera. (Seriously, I know people who’d PAY to see what she did.)

But that stuff isn’t the important (or most interesting) part of what happened. Blog’s logs have allowed me to find Morgan’s electronic contact info. So last night, I contacted her. I didn’t let on that I wasn’t the copy of myself (and I realize how weird this sounds as I write it), just to avoid alarming her. I’m still not sure what happened to her, but I want to find out. She’s in town, but didn’t want to tell me where she lives. We’ve agreed to meet in person. This surprised her a little, apparently because “I’ve” repeatedly refused to do it in the last year, but she was thrilled that I’d changed my mind. (From the way she talked, she’s way deeper into this relationship than I am, and I have to be careful about what I say and do, if I don’t want to spook her.)

So we’re meeting tomorrow night at some bar, the Cherry Pick. I’ll tell you more about it after I’ve meet her. Maybe this will be an opportunity to catch that Hobo that’s been torturing her…

–Jaycee

Post-Breakup

Posted on March 25, 2012 by Jaycee

I kicked Mandy out after that last incident. I just couldn’t look at her.

After that, it was just Minx and I. And for reasons I didn’t quite understand at the time, Minx was relatively discreet for a few weeks. She’d be gone for many days at a  time and wouldn’t tell me where she’d been when she returned. I knew better than to press the issue.

I’ve spent most of January and February in a pretty somber mood. Minx has tried inflicting a few curses on me, but I’ve been so morose I think it took all the fun out of it for her.

Brooke came to visit a few times, but pretty soon I made it clear I didn’t want to see her, not so long as she looked like “my” Mandy. The old, nice Mandy.

So it’s been pretty quiet at my place, lately. I’m thinking of getting a pet. But not a dog or a cat, that’s too much maintenance. Maybe something exotic, I dunno.

*sigh*

I’m lonely.

–Jaycee

Next update: Tuesday

Tales From Mexico — Epilogue

Posted on March 23, 2012 by Jaycee

You may wonder what happened AFTER we got back home. Let me summarize the weeks that followed, and you’ll get the idea.

First off, Minx was there, waiting for us, all sunshine and rainbows. She wouldn’t admit to it,  but I think she missed us. She immediately grilled us about the trip, often asking how the weather was, if there was a lot of SUN, if we got a good TAN, etc.

Subtle she isn’t.

“Mandy” and I turned things on her pretty quickly, asking if she was responsible for the tan curse. She positively beamed with price and nodded repeatedly, kind of like a cartoon character.

“Yeah,” I said, “well that worked all right.”

Minx looked straight at my crotch. “Oooh,” she exclaimed, then pointed a finger at my engine. Sparks flew and I instantly sprung an impressive erection. I hadn’t had time to… um… readjust the position, so I had to quickly bend over and straighten everything. “Nice,” Minx said. “Mandy” ran her hand across the front of my jeans and acquiesced. “Definitely,” she added.

Then Minx gave “Mandy” a suspicious look. “Wait, YOU’re not Jaycee’s girlfriend. What business to you have touching him there?”

That was my first clue that something bigger was happening.

“You mean… you think this is Brooke?” I asked, pointing a thumb at “Mandy.”

Minx nodded. “Of course.”

“Well, she isn’t.”

“Then who…”

“Mandy. In Brooke’s body.”

Minx shook her head, not understanding.

“Why did you take Brooke’s body?”

We tried explaining that the switch wasn’t voluntary, but Minx was pretty skeptical. I thought at first she might have been messing with us, but it was pretty clear Minx wasn’t that devious.

So it had to be someone (or something) else.

—–

For the following few days, things were… normal enough. The sex sessions were spectacular. Brooke’s epic body was a source of endless erotic pleasure, and before my sun tan faded, I wasn’t too bad myself. I’d sometimes notice Minx, perched on a lamp, observing us in action like a movie buff watching the latest action flick. (She was just missing the popcorn.)

But the tan faded. And while Mandy was still having sex with me, it became less frequent. (Mind you, twice a day is still a lot, by some standards.) I didn’t pay attention to it at first, but after a week, I got this weird feeling that something was wrong. One night, as I was coming back from work, I walked in on “Mandy” having sex with the pizza guy.

I’m NOT kidding! Don’t ANY of you make porn jokes, or go “bow chika wah wah” on me.

I chased the guy out (kept the pizza, didn’t pay for it). Then Mandy and I had a chat. She cried and apologized. He’d flirted with her, and somehow that had sent sparks flying down in her groin. She’d gotten SO horny she lost control and had thrown herself at the pizza delivery guy. I remembered the curses, and it was true that any kind of flirting would get her hot. Curse me for a fool, but I had to try it.

“So… in the morning, do you like your eggs scrambled… or fertilized?”

Her eyes glazed over.

“Why wait for morning?”

And we were lost in passion again.

—–

Two days later, I left for work and came back because I’d forgotten my iPad. I caught Mandy with the mailman. Another round of tears and make up sex ensued.

The next day, I got suspicious and called her just one street corner away from my place. She answered, we chatted, and she confirmed she was at my apartment. I immediately went home and checked — she wasn’t there. That worried me. When she arrived, we had an argument about it. Apparently, she had gone out for coffee and didn’t want to worry me. I didn’t buy it. More tears.

More sex, too.

And finally, another three days later, I came home at the normal time, and found her in OUR bed with two other guys. I yelled at her. She pretended not to see me and urged her lovers to keep screwing her. I left, sick to my stomach.

That time, I cried. I cried because I realized that she’d been playing me all along. Again. Just like before. All the cheating, then the tears, then the sex to make me forget.

Same old tricks. And I was the same old idiot for not seeing it before.

–Jaycee

Next update: Sunday

Tales From Mexico — Day 8 (Conclusion)

Posted on March 21, 2012 by Jaycee

We’d only taken a short vacation, just 8 days. Day 8 was just a half day, since we had to check out by noon and be at the airport for 3PM. I’d like to say it was an uneventful half-day, but it wasn’t. And yes, it was because of “Mandy.”

I didn’t quite notice the pattern at the time, but it’s now clear as day. But I’m getting ahead of myself — more on this in a later post.

That last morning, I woke up to the muffled sounds of Brooke moaning in the middle of having sex.

Wait, what???

She wasn’t in the room. The sounds came from outside. I got up and groggily made my way to the door. I looked through the peep hole and sure enough, there was Brooke (actually, “Mandy”) getting screwed from behind, chest pushed against the door, her face red and flushed with heat. She was half-turned toward the Mexican guy who was having her way with her. He was encouraging her in Spanish. I didn’t know EXACTLY what he was saying, but sex talk is pretty universal. It must’ve been the equivalent of “take that,” or “you like that, don’t you?” or “how does THAT feel?” Clearly, it felt pretty good.

I immediately saw red and opened the door, meaning to interrupt them. That didn’t work as planned. She lost her balance and stopped herself against me. The guy behind her didn’t miss a beat and kept on plowing her, clearly not noticing me. “Mandy” saw me, and even though she blushed a little, she reached down for my boxers, pulled them down, and freed my morning erection from its prison. Without hesitation, she bent forward to take me in her mouth, still keeping her butt in the air to allow her lover to keep doing his work.

As always where “Mandy” is concerned (especially in Brooke’s body!), my brain shut down and I didn’t really understand the impact of what we were doing until after… “Mandy’s” squeals of delight were something to behold, as was her technique. The way she moved her tongue around my shaft and the way she gyrated her hips against the guy, it’s clear she was no newbie at this. I held myself against the door frame and tried to delay the incoming orgasm, but she would have none of it. So a minute or two after it began, it was all over, in a great symphony of sexual moans and screams.

I was stunned for a few moments, as were my “partners.” The Mexican came to his senses before I did. Realizing what had happened, he pulled up his pants, grabbed his clothes in a panic, and ran away before I could react, all the while screaming “Lo siento! Lo siento!”

I looked down at “Mandy,” and she looked up at me. Her eyes teared up as she got to her feet. “I.. I’m so sorry, Jaycee. I… couldn’t help myself! I’m… a slut. I’m so sorry! You must hate me so much, now!”

Her sobs broke my heart. I put my arm around her shoulders, brought her inside, and tried to console her. “Now now,” I kept whispering in her ear.

One thing led to another, and in the process we ended up in bed again. And you know what they say about make up sex.

—–

A few hours later, we all gathered to check out and go to the airport. There were a lot of tensions in the group. The four of us (Brooke, Mandy, Meghan and myself) knew what was REALLY going on, but not the others. Antony was avoiding looking at “Mandy.” Frank (who had learned about Antony’s indiscretion) looked really upset and was standing much farther from Antony than usual. I wanted to stay close to “Mandy,” but to keep up appearances, I had to appear close to “Brooke” (who looked like Mandy). That made us both uncomfortable and we avoided touching each other. Jennifer also looked awkward in her clothes, like they were too tight (they were!) and she was afraid to make big movements and cause the seams to rip. Jason was the only one who looked blissfully ignorant of what was going on. (It was only later we really figured out that his IQ had dropped significantly as his tan had grown darker.)

The ride to the airport was fairly silent, as was the plane ride home.

We landed, got our luggage, and parted ways. Mandy, Brooke, Meghan and myself waited until the others were out of view before switching partners. I left with “Mandy” and Meghan left with “Brooke.” It was an awkward parting and we all made it short.

“Let’s get together tomorrow and talk this stuff out, okay?” Meghan asked. We all nodded, just wanting this to be over.

And moments later, it was over.

–Jaycee

Next update: Friday

Tales From Mexico — Day 7 (Part IV)

Posted on March 19, 2012 by Jaycee

It took us several hours to find “Mandy,” and I wasn’t the one who found her. It was Antony, and perhaps now is a good time to elaborate a little bit on what happened to him and Frank.

You see, not everyone was affected in the same way by the sun. Me, it was my… (ahem) size. For Jennifer, it was that she was becoming increasingly muscular and “Amazonian.” And for our friendly neighborhood gay couple, it was… long and hard erections when in the vicinity of sexy females.

I’m giving you the summary, here. This is something we pieced together after the events, through careful questions, correlations and observations. Anyway, making a long story short: as their sun tan grew darker, their erections grew bigger, harder, and lasted longer. And to be clear, it didn’t increase their desire for women, just their biological response to their proximity. I’m guessing that must have puzzled them in the beginning, and perhaps raised a few questions, but they’re a tight couple. It didn’t take long for them to just bang each other like wild weasels every time it happened.

But when Antony found “Mandy,” he was in for a LOT more trouble than he had bargained for. We’d just told him Brooke been gone for a while and we didn’t know where she was – and could he help look for her, just in case? He’d agreed and hadn’t asked too many questions. Which was a good thing, since we didn’t want to give him too many answers.

What follows is based on our combined understanding of the events. We’re not sure about a lot of details, so I filled in the blanks.

* * * * *

Antony had looked in a few places, but didn’t really feel like spending too much time searching for Brooke. His better half (Franck) had gone to the spa to get a private massage, and Antony thought that was a great idea. That’s what vacations should be spent doing, not looking for a big-breasted redhead with a questionable fashion style.

So Antony went to the spa and requested a massage too. He wasn’t too particular about WHO his masseuse was, and it turned out it was a girl. Young brunette in her mid-twenties (named Alice, I think), slim frame and long legs, if you were in that sort of thing. Antony knew he wasn’t, but something in his crotch felt quite differently. Since the massage started with him lying on his stomach, Alice didn’t notice anything, but when he flipped over, the bulge between his thighs was obvious enough that she couldn’t miss it. But she was classy and pretended not to see anything. Then she asked him to turn on his stomach again, to relax for a few minutes, and she’d be right back.

No one knows quite what happened to her, but she didn’t return. In her place, “Mandy” went in, but Antony didn’t realize that until a bit later. She silently got to work on his body, giving him a “Massage Plus,” if you like. Let’s just say her hands touched him differently, and in places a masseuse had no business touching. Startled, he looked up to see who it was, and saw Brooke’s spectacular body standing before him. He didn’t feel any desire for it, at least not in his head, but his groin twitched in anticipation. Because you see, it wasn’t JUST the tan affecting his erection – the hotness of the girl played a big role in it as well.

And Brooke’s body was as hot as it gets. With “Mandy” overcome with crazy lust, poor Antony didn’t stand much of a chance. She was all over him in minutes. He tried resisting, but the moment she straddled his waist and slipped him inside her, he was a lost man.

As far as we can tell, it was only after five minutes that someone came in to his rescue. It took three guys to pry them apart. Because yes, Antony’s body REALLY got into it. Once “Mandy” started pumping him, it sounds like his particular flavor of sun tan curse enabled him to have multiple orgasms. After two or three of those, it’s hard even for a gay to resist a girl (or to even think straight, if you ask me). Once “Mandy” and Antony were split up, she turned on her captors and started seducing them. One started giving into her advances (an understandable temptation), but the other two kept things under control and escorted her back to her room (she gave them my room number).

She was still there when I arrived, a few hours later. She climaxed just as I opened the door. When I came in, she looked up at me, her hand still moving inside her shorts. Her eyes welled up and she started sobbing like a child.

“I can’t stop. I just can’t… Please help me?”

[TO BE CONCLUDED]

–Jaycee

Next update: Wednesday

Tales From Mexico — Day 7 (Part III)

Posted on March 13, 2012 by Jaycee

It was an incredible sex session. Brooke’s body was the stuff fantasies were made of, and yet there was something dangerously familiar about it. It was designed to give the best sex you’ve ever had, and I was getting multiple servings, thanks to my improved male equipment. Eventually, though, her stamina for sex was greater than mine, and I fell asleep, drained and exhausted. I don’t think it stopped the Predator, though: I vaguely remember waking up to see her mounting me, hips bucking, hands pinching her nipples. I came and fell asleep again. Maybe it was just a dream, though.

When I woke up, she was gone again. Despite the incredible sex, though, there was a pit in my stomach. The value of experience is that when the past starts happening all over, you can see it coming. My Mandy was turning back into the Old Mandy. It had started JUST like this, then became a series of slip-ups and apologies that spiraled down into a very dysfunctional relationship. This time, it was going to be different. I swore myself I’d avoid the old traps and pitfalls.

I got up, got cleaned up and called Meghan’s room to see if she’d seen “Brooke.” I was interrupted by a knock at my door so I hung up (there didn’t seem to be anyone there anyway).

Talk about timing: it was Brooke-as-Mandy and Meghan, standing right there. Brooke started immediately: “We need to talk.”

Those are never good words.

—–

This turned out to be a long, complex conversation.

First, Brooke urged me to tell Meghan about “everthing-as-in-absolutely-everything.” Which meant the Talk About Faeries. Which we had. It took a good hour. It explained a LOT that Meghan had never really understood. The Funcam. The spontaneous and unexplained orgasms she’d had after we’d broken up. Male-Brooke’s disappearance, Female-Brooke’s appearance, and their attraction to each other. The increasing urge she’d been having to give me blowjobs since we’d arrived here. Everything that everybody had been doing in the last week, really. And now, Brooke-as-Mandy, standing right there before her.

Meghan didn’t really want to believe it at first. Especially that last part about Brooke and Mandy having switched places. But then Brooke whispered some thing in her ear, the kind of things that make people blush, I think. Meghan’s eyes grew wide for a moment, then narrowed with suspicion.

“You know, there IS a way to know if you’re my Brooke…” She paused. “Amen!”

Nothing happened. I shook my head.

“Sorry, it looks like ALL the curses stayed with the body, so that won’t work on Mandy’s body. But I promise you, this is Brooke, not Mandy.”

Meghan sighed. “This stuff is crazy. I mean, too crazy to be made up, but it explains so much, I believe you.”

That was a small victory. It took a bit more time to convince her NOT to talk about this in front of Jennifer, or Jason, or Antony or Frank. This had to stay secret. It was already getting a little too much out of control, these last few years. For the longest time, I’d been the only one knowing about this. Then there was Mandy. Then Brooke. Now Meghan. At this rate, everyone I knew would learn about faeries before year’s end.

The next step was telling “Brooke” about what Meghan and I had done. This wasn’t my secret to tell, so I looked at Meghan.

“So is there anything YOU would like to talk about?”

Meghan may be a biatch and a ball-buster at times, but she’s not a hypocrit. She turned to “Brooke” and told her flat out. “I blew Jaycee. Twice.”

“Brooke’s” eyes widened. “You shitting me?!?”

“No. And the thing is, I still wanna do it. A LOT. Guess that’s faerie influence, right?” She looked at me.

I nodded. “Yeah. And if I’m honest, you talking about it makes me want it to happen.” My thoughts WERE getting pretty dirty, with me imagining Meg on her knees in front of me, my hands guiding her head in a back-and-forth motion. Yeah, it was getting exciting.

“Damn!” Brooke cursed. “Now you’ve got ME thinking about it!” She looked at my crotch, which was getting a bit overcrowded.

Fortunately, I snapped back to reality and backed away. “No, wait, this isn’t going in the right direction! We have to find Mandy. You guys gotta help me. Who knows what kind of trouble she’s getting into.”

There was a slight pause, probably while Meg and “Brooke” were deciding between a very sexual option and something more altruistic. And fortunately, altruism won. We set out to look for “Mandy.”

Separately.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales From Mexico — Day 7 (Part II)

Posted on March 5, 2012 by Jaycee

Seeing a topless Brooke is every man’s dream. That girl has a KILLER body. Add to this a good tan, a proud rack, and nipples that look like they’re about to explode, and you’ve got an instant replacement for viagra.

Who the HELL were these guys she was with, though? This was MY girlfriend in there, even if the outer shell was someone else’s! (As I’m writing this, I realize how crazy this sounds, but that’s just my life, I guess.) I watched in horror as one guy pawed her left boob and leaned in to kiss her. My heart sank even deeper as I saw her instantly respond to the kiss. I knew Mandy enough to know when she was just friend-kissing, and passion-kissing. This was the latter, with extra sauce. She rolled on top of him and one of her hands dove toward his crotch. I couldn’t see much because of the bubbles, but from the motions that followed, it was easy to tell she was impaling herself on him. She started the rhythmic back-and-forth motion of sex, moaning and groaning like she hadn’t done it in weeks. The guy was clearly enjoying this, and while he was into the action, he was enough of an ass to lift a hand and blindly high-five the guy next to him.

A-hole! That’s my girl you’re banging!

I rushed over and stepped into the spa, shoving people aside, and reached for Mandy’s arm. Her hips were moving frantically and I could tell she was close to orgasm. Too bad! I yanked her away from her idiotic frat-boy lover, interrupting what was surely going to be a “Big One”(tm). Her partner didn’t seem too pleased either and made a move to get up.

“…the F***?” he exclaimed.

I held Mandy with one hand, pushed him down with the other. Even though I was fuming, I was also wracked with guilt. Somehow, this was my fault and Mandy was just a victim. Explaining this to the guy, though, was going to be complicated, so I improvised.

“My girl!” I shouted, with a nod toward Mandy. “You drugged her or something?!?” I didn’t leave him time to answer and turned to Mandy. “Let’s go!”

It was best to keep HIM on the defensive. I dragged a confused Mandy out of the spa, grabbed a towel and covered her with it. Then I turned to the guy.

“You haven’t heard the LAST of this!!!”

He wanted to get up again, but his friends held him down. We left with no fuss, which was fortunate since the guy would have easily made ground meat out of me. I took Mandy back to our hotel room, which took longer than expected because she was in heat and kept trying to coax me into having sex in a public place with her. She also came on to some couples we ran into and even one cleaning lady (who scurried away real fast, even after I “explained” my girlfriend was drunk).

In the bedroom, things got even more difficult for me. Mandy-as-Brooke was crazy with lust and didn’t make much sense. It was all “I need you” and “Gotta come” and “Take me now!” until I had a light bulb moment. Then I spoke the magic word:

“Amen!”

Yeah. THAT happened. And the screaming, spastic orgasm that followed lasted almost a minute.

—–

When Mandy finally came back to her senses, she was more coherent. She looked at me for a moment, then lowered her eyes and sobbed.

“I’m… sorry,” she whispered. “This is my fault.”

I sat with her and urged her to tell me the whole story. She told me the same thing Brooke had said. It was her who had initiated the kiss with Brooke. She confirmed my theory, too. It wasn’t something she’d ever considered before this trip, but since we’d arrived, she’d been looking at all the same girls I was attracted to, and she wanted to do with them everything I was imagining in my mind. I’d been fantasizing about kissing Brooke a lot, and putting my fingers (and other things) inside her was increasingly on my mind.

“Mandy,” I said. “I… don’t think it’s your fault. You KNOW this is faerie stuff, right?”

She nodded.

“Well, it looks like the more you tanned, the more you’ve felt what I feel toward other girls. I think it’s MY fault that you did this with Brooke, because I’ve been thinking about it too.”

Her gaze, still downcast, shifted toward my crotch.

“Because of that?”

She reached and grabbed my package with delicate fingers — it twitched almost instantly.

“Y-yes.” I gasped a little. Damn, that thing was really quick to get hard. I tried to lift Mandy’s face to look at me, but she resisted a little before looking up. It had been around ten minutes since her orgasm, and I could see Mandy’s soul fading in her eyes, to be replaced by the Predator I knew so well (and hated). Blood was draining from my brain and rushing to my crotch. I felt faint and hot at the same time, as Mandy (or, if you prefer, a hot, naked Brooke) pushed me back to lie on the bed, and slithered on top of me. She pushed her breasts to my face and guided a stiff, puffy nipple to my lips.

I wanted to resist, but — Lord she was HOT!

I was lost.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales From Mexico — Day 7 (Part I)

Posted on February 23, 2012 by Jaycee

I’d spent all night searching for Mandy-as-Brooke, with no success. Brooke-as-Mandy was supposed to wait for me, but wasn’t in sight when I returned to my hotel room. I was really exhausted and had to catch a few hours of sleep. I’d have to figure out a story that would cover this whole thing up, but my mind was spinning in circles. Too tired, too strung out.

So I slept.

It didn’t last long. About an hour later, I was awakened by the sound of knocking at my door.

“Jaycee, open up! It’s me, Meg.” Her voice sounded urgent.

I dragged myself to the door, still in my boxer shorts, my mind too fuzzy to realize I featuring some impressive morning wood.

“Jaycee, c’mon!!!” Meghan insisted.

I unlocked the door and opened it. Meghan’s eyes didn’t even look at me — they dropped look at my crotch. A look of delight spread across her face.

“Awesome!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees and instantly pulling down my boxers at the same time. My big guy sprung into view. She grabbed it and swallowed it like a starved woman. All this took half a second, then all the blood drained from me into that one area where it does little good. In a matter of seconds, I didn’t care that I was standing in the doorway of my hotel room, facing a grassy area outside, in view of anyone who’d happen to be looking in our direction. My sex-addled brain (thanks to the suntan curse) wasn’t much use.

So Meghan had her way with me. She looked frantic and her head bobbed back and forth faster than I’d ever seen her do before. In less than a minute, I’d reached a powerful climax and gave her everything she’d come looking for (and more, looked like). I thought she was done, but she just kept going, even though I was getting soft. I had to forcibly push her back before she snapped out of it.

“S-sorry,” she stammered. “Don’t know what came over me just there… I can’t stop thinking about that.”

I was about to make some kind of witty remark, but her last comment got me thinking. What if she wasn’t sex-starved, but just had an increasing to service me? Yeah, that fit… And Mandy — now that I thought about it, it wasn’t that she wanted more sex with me. What if she had a greater urge to do with me anything I wanted to do to a girl I was watching? Yeah, that fit too… And Jennifer! Sure, she had more sex with her boyfriend, but perhaps that was the result of HIS increased desire… Now that I thought about it… the more tanned she became, the more muscular she looked. And Brooke? It DID look like she had a major case of stiff nipples since we’d arrived. Maybe they were just bigger and crazy-sensitive… I’d have to ask her, next time I saw her…

Which brought me back to reality.

“Meg, you GOTTA go,” I said. “You can’t be here when Mandy returns. Or if Brooke shows up.”

“Now now, don’t be like that. We could have some more fun, you know?”

I interrupted her.

“This wasn’t fun. What we’ve done is stupid. You’ve got a girlfriend, and I’ve got mine. This was a mistake and it’s not happening again.”

She reached for my crotch, and just the act of grabbing me there was enough for me to start getting stiff again.

“Looks like not EVERYONE agrees…”

I pushed her naughty hand away, grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the door. She was chuckling at my reaction.

“Out.” I nudged her outside. I closed the door behind her.

“I’ll see you later for breakfast,” she shouted through the door. I heard her footsteps as she walked away.

—–

About a half-hour later, I had showered and was out looking for either Mandy or Brooke. I didn’t care who I found first, we really needed to coordinate and find everyone before it got messy. In particular, I was terrified at the thought that Mandy-as-Brooke might run into Meghan, and at what might happen then.

It took me several hours, but I finally ran into “my” Mandy (in Brooke’s body).

She was in a spa. Topless. Drunk. And with three buff and equally drunk guys.

Crap.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales From Mexico — Day 6 (Part II)

Posted on February 19, 2012 by Jaycee

I stood there for a good 5-10 seconds, my mind flipping between dread and disbelief. But there had been too much faerie mischief in the days before, so dread won.

“Brooke?!? Are you kidding me? What the hell?” was all I could ask.

It was Mandy standing before me, there was no doubt about that. But now that I looked at her, the posture and body language was all Brooke. The way she scratched her hair behind her head was unmistakable.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m guessing this is your faerie’s doing, right?”

“Maybe it is,” I said. “But this doesnt sound like something that would happen JUST like that at random. Why don’t you tell me EXACTLY what happened?”

I was getting pretty upset. The idea of Brooke having taken over my girlfriend’s body was a very unpleasant one, and I had a real bad feeling about the whole thing.

She held her hands up defensively. “No need to look at me like that, I’ll tell you. And look, this time, it REALLY wasn’t my fault. She made the first move.”

My heart sank and my blood froze. The feeling of dread got so intense I became dizzy and broke into a cold sweat.

“Where’s… Mandy?” I asked.

“She ran. I couldn’t catch up, so I came here.”

“All right! Start at the top! What happened?”

So Brooke-as-Mandy told me the whole story. They’d gone to the bathroom. Brooke was feeling pretty randy, and while she was in the stall, she played with herself a bit. It didn’t matter (or she didn’t care) that Mandy was also there in the ladies’ room. She must have made some noise, because Mandy asked her if she was all right. Brooke’s answer was along the lines of “Yeah, better than… *NGGH* …ever!” Mandy commented that she could hear that. And smell it, too. She also said that she’d noticed how I was looking at Brooke, and how, apparently, I was imagining the two of them in a girl-on-girl show. By then, Brooke was done with her business and the two walked outside. Moments later, just as they took a turn toward the cozy (and out-of-view) alley that led to our building, Mandy slowed down a second, letting Brooke pass first. She then hugged her from behind, holding her in place, and whispering “amen” in her ear. Brooke-as-Mandy told me how (as Brooke) she was overcome by a raging orgasm (stronger than usual, it seems, probably due to her high state of arousal) and collapsed to her knees, dragging Mandy with her. Within moments, Mandy had turned her around, unbuttoned her blouse and undone her belt buckle. From Brooke-as-Mandy’s description, it turned into a pretty hot girl-on-girl makeout session.

Until Mandy’s hand slipped into Brooke’s intimate area and started pumping. Then, they both got dizzy and there was some kind of flash.

Once the dizziness wore off, Brooke was looking at her own body from the outside — from Mandy’s position. Both girls stared at each other for a moment, dumbfounded. Then, Mandy-as-Brooke pushed Brooke-as-Mandy away and ran off toward the beach.

So the only thing left to do was to come tell me what had happened. You can imagine I was none too pleased that MY Mandy had made a pass at Brooke. Felt like history repeating itself. Of course, I also couldn’t quite explain what had happened. A body swap sounded like some pretty potent magic, and Brooke’s description of the events didn’t mention any faerie-like creature in the area. But that didn’t matter right there and then — there’d be time later to really figure out what had happened. Now, the REAL emergency was to find Mandy before she ran into anyone from the group (in particular, Meghan).

I told Brooke to stay in my room, while I would go out and try to find Mandy.

It proved unsuccessful. I spent all night looking for her, and eventually returned to my room at dawn.

Brooke-as-Mandy was nowhere to be seen.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales From Mexico — Day 6 (Part I)

Posted on February 10, 2012 by Jaycee

It could only be one thing: tanning. Our getting more tan was the only thing that had been constantly increasing since our arrival. And it kind of made sense, now that I had thought about it.

On the morning of Day 6, Mandy and I were struggling with that understanding and our desire for each other. It wasn’t long before we figured there was no point in resisting it. The tan wasn’t going away, so we might as well enjoy the benefits. But we knew we also needed a plan to stay out of trouble, and keep the others out of trouble as well.

There were three days left to go. We were in Mexico. It was going to be pretty hard to stay away from the sun, but if we DIDN’T, we were going to become crazy sex bunnies by the end of vacation. They’d need a crowbar to separate us.

So after an hour of sex, we felt sufficiently relieved to get out and stay in control. It wasn’t the case with our friends. Jason, Frank & Antony were wearing very loose clothing, but it was pretty obvious they had uncomfortably hard erections and were sucking their stomachs in a feeble attempt to hide them. The girls were fidgety and squirmy, like they needed to pee. Mandy and I knew better. They just needed some hard sex. Even normally prudish Jennifer was having a difficult time keeping her hands from her crotch and boobs.

Fortunately, I had a stroke of genius. “Guys, why don’t we go cenote diving? I’ve heard of these great spots not far from the resort: The Pit, and Dos Ojos. I hear those are fantastic!”

If you’re not familiar with cenotes, those are kind of semi open-sky caves in which you can do some amazing scuba diving. They are usually inland and have fresh water; some have salt water if you dive deep enough. The one known as The Pit is such a pit. And if you go even deeper, there’s a layer of sulfites that looks like a fuzzy yellow cloud. You can sink in it and disappear. But anyway, the GOOD news about cenotes is that there’s usually not as much sunlight in there. So no chance to get a stronger tan. Thus, our condition wouldn’t get any worse.

Everybody thought it was a great idea, except Jason and Jennifer. They just wanted to stay at the resort (and bang each other like wild weasels, I think). I noticed Jennifer really looked buff — more than usual. I wondered if that was the result of some faerie magic. Either way, I told her she looked a little sick, and perhaps she should stay out of the sun for the day. Jason agreed. “I think Jaycee’s right. You should get some rest. I’ll take care of you.”

I knew what THAT meant.

So the rest of us went diving for the day. The water was fairly “cold” (by Mexican standards), so we all had to wear wet suits. Even better to avoid getting a tan. It was an incredible experience, actually, and I think we all forgot for a while how crazy horny we all were.

And it was fairly late when we got back to the resort, so we didn’t really get much of a chance to tan. Next stop: cleaning up our gear, then getting ready for dinner.

* * *

Dinner was over much too fast. We all wanted to get back to our bedrooms and have at it like rabbits. We ate our food, yawned like we were tired (to signal to the others that we were about to retire), and finally got up to leave. Some of us (Mandy, Frank, Brooke) made a detour by the bathrooms before heading back to their rooms. Me, I went straight back to my room, with Meghan following me not too far. It was legitimate, since her room wasn’t that far from mine, but I felt a little like a prey. She noticed I was nervous and laughed.

“Chill, Jay, it’s not like I’m going to bang you or anything. Not unless you ask real nice.”

She laughed again, and I realized I was being an idiot.

“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been on edge lately.”

I got to my room, slipped in real quick, and mumbled a quick “G’nite” before locking myself inside.

Safe!

The room had already been turned down by the staff, so there wasn’t much for me to do. I put on a bathrobe, some slippers, and watched TV while waiting for Mandy.

After 10-15 minutes, I realized she was a little late. A bathroom break couldn’t be this long. But I decided to be a bit more patient — maybe she’d gone to grab us some drinks to finish the evening. But after another 15 minutes, I was becoming decidedly worried. As I was getting off the bed to get dressed, I heard some knocking at the door.

“Jaycee?” It was Mandy’s voice. “Can you open the door?”

“Coming,” I shouted back. “You lost your keycard?”

I opened the door, and sure enough, there she was. But it was obvious there was something wrong. She wasn’t smiling, and there was something odd in the way she carried herself.

“Er… What’s going on? You okay?”

She looked really upset. “Did you set me up or something? This your idea of a joke?”

I was confused. “Mandy…” I started.

She shook her head.

“No, bro,” she interrupted. “Not Mandy. Brooke.”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales From Mexico — Day 5

Posted on February 9, 2012 by Jaycee

The following day was really hard. Mandy and I woke up wanting nothing  but  sex, but we had made reservations to go visit the ruins at Coba. I’ve always wanted to go up a Mayan pyramid, but since Chichen Itza was now closed to climbers (you can only watch), Coba felt like a good replacement.

We just hadn’t counted on being so damned horny all the time.

That giant tentacle between my thighs just seemed to be even bigger, now, and definitely harder. It just had a mind of its own. Any time Mandy bent to pick something up (and she seemed to be dropping a LOT of things, lately), it rose to salute her ass. I’m sure she was doing it deliberately. She could have crouched to pick things up, but no siree, bending at the waist seemed like the ONLY way to go for her, now. So after a few times, I just got up, held her down with one hand, ripped her underwear off, and let nature take its (rather frantic) course.

“Oh YEAH!” she brayed. “Go GAWD YES!”

Those seemed the only words she knew how to say, at least for the following ten minutes. After that, we somewhat came to our senses.

“We’re having a LOT of sex, lately, don’t you think?” she asked.

I paused, the gears in my head suddenly turning. “What are you suggesting?”

“I’m so hot all the time… It’s not normal. I have erotic dreams every night. I wake up, I’m wet. I look at you, and it’s like a river down below. I see you look at another girl, and I just want you to bang me like a bitch in heat. I want to talk dirty to you all the time. Hell, we just DID it, and I want you in me again right now…”

Guys, it’s not every day a girl talks to me like that, and if I believed it was for real, I’d be very flattered. But that’s when it dawned on us that this was faerie magic at work.

“Minx!” I blurted out. “She must have done something to us before we left.”

“Screw that. Screw her. I want to screw you again!”

And with those words, Mandy positioned herself for another round of sexual wrestling. Which turned out to be a small prelude to a rougher main event. We were ALMOST late to leave for the ruins.

—–

The ruins at Coba are great. If you ever go there, DO rent a bike to do the road between the main ruins to the pyramid. First, it’s faster. You’ll have more time to climb the pyramid and enjoy the view. Second, if your girlfriend is in heat and happens to have gone commando, watching her wriggle around on the bike and almost climax from the pedaling can be quite an enjoyable view. For my part, since I had four sexy females to watch, all of whom were displaying various stages of excitement, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. They mostly tried to stay behind us guys, giggling and whispering comments at each other, but I wasn’t duped. I’d occasionally stop and fall behind to take a photograph, then take my time catching up to them, watching those sexy, swaying butts on the bikes’ thin seats.

It was a hot, bright, sunny day, and Mandy eventually asked me to rub more sunscreen on her shoulders and lower back. And since I already had the bottle out and my hands were wet, the other girls lined up for some sunscreen refresh. It was particularly odd with each of them, for different reasons. With Jennifer, it felt wrong. She’s always like my little sister. Except a sister doesn’t moan like this when you rub her shoulders. With Meghan, it was guilt, especially since she kept glancing back at me with mischief in her eyes (and her tongue repeatedly poking the inside of her cheek). And finally, Brooke… Brooke’s been my bro for the longest time, but now that he’s been a woman for over a year,  I’m almost always thinking of her as a woman. Except we’ve never had sex. But now, with my mind clouded with sex thoughts, it was getting more tempting. And her reaction at being rubbed with sunscreen was… enticing. “Damn, bro, you’re pretty good at this.” She pushed her butt back into my erection. “Oh, sorry ’bout that, man.” Fortunately, it didn’t go any further — I was done.

Antony and Frank were affected too, in case you’re wondering. I prefer not to dwell on that, since I don’t swing that way, but when they thought we weren’t looking, they were making passes at each other. You might think that they would have gone for the girls (their male-to-female urges kicking in), but no — they were just more INTO each other than before.

We were somehow able to contain ourselves and finish the visit without ripping our clothes off and having sex in public.

—–

Later that night, Mandy and I resumed our conversation from the morning (after a round of heated sex that I’ll leave to your imagination).

“Definitely faerie magic going on,” I said.

She nodded in agreement.

“And it’s getting worse, isn’t it?”

“Or better, depending on how you look at it,” Mandy said. “My orgasms are coming in faster and stronger now than even a few days ago.”

“What do you think’s making this happen? What’s changed, since we got here?”

We bounced a few explanations around, but nothing made sense. It wasn’t the water — we were drinking bottled water only. It wasn’t a change in sleeping patterns — we sometimes slept a lot, sometimes just a little. So what was the constant that had been going up during the last few days?

I was stomped, until my eyes fell on the near-empty bottle of sunscreen. Then it hit me like one of Mandy’s raging orgasms.

“It’s the sun! We’re getting more tanned!”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales from Mexico — Day 4

Posted on February 6, 2012 by Jaycee

On the morning of Day 4, I found myself dreaming about what had happened with Meghan the day before. And because it was a dream, it was twice as pleasurable, for only a fraction of the guilt. Of course, this was going to change the moment I woke up, but at that time, I didn’t know that.

And in reality, when I woke up, I had a raging boner that made me forget about any guilt I might have. The other thing I have to mention about said boner was that… it was in Mandy’s mouth, who was having an early breakfast at my expense.

So really, the guilt washed over me after this all happened.

“There,” she said. “You’re awake. Finally. I’m hungry. Get ready, everybody else is waiting for us.”

Huh? Really?

“Frank and Antony have already gone to reserve a table. Jennifer and Jason are standing in front of our front door. And Brooke & Meghan are making out in the back, in our hammock.” Mandy pointed to our patio doors in the back. And sure enough, there they were, both of them, sitting in a weird leg-locked position, their crotches grinding, kissing & fondling each other.

“Heh. They sure don’t look like they’re in a rush, these two…”

“Yeah,” Mandy commented. They’ve been like this for the last half-hour. I think they each came four-five times. I lost count a bit while giving you that morning hummer…”

“Which was much appreciated!”

I got dressed quickly, and as I came down from my wake-up orgasm, I also relived in my mind what had happened with Meghan the night before. I had to TELL Mandy, but how could I bring that up now? I really should’ve told her the night before, but coming back from dinner, she’d been so primed for sex, for some reason, that she jumped me the moment we came back to our room. We didn’t have much energy to talk after that and passed out for the night.

But now, in the light of day, it all felt like a disaster waiting to happen. Another vacation, another infidelity drama, except THIS time, I was on the cheating end. I’d have to figure this out and tell Mandy before the day was over.

Speaking of Mandy, she was a SIGHT to see! Wearing this tiny bikini that barely hid much of her spectacular body was enough to distract me from my guilt. The bottom had barely enough fabric to serve as a handkerchief for an ant with a cold. And the top, while nicely covering her amazing breasts, did little to hide her obscenely erect nipples.

“Are… you going to go out like this?” I asked. “You’re like an advertisement for sex…”

She looked down at herself and, slowly, nodded. “You’re right.” She grabbed a kind of diaphanous skirt and wrapped it around her hips. “Better?”

Frankly, it wasn’t. While it hid her crotch a little bit, it just made me want to rip it off and bang her right there. I was sure any guy in his right mind would want to do the same. Maybe even Antony or Frank…

But I had to commend her for the effort, and mumble something about it being “better.”

My feelings of guilt were rapidly fading behind the rising flood of sex thoughts that were filling my mind. Somewhere, way in the back, a little voice was trying to scream at me to wake up and realize what was happening, but I wasn’t seeing it. I can tell NOW that there was faerie magic at work, but at the time, away from Minx or Attitude, there was little to remind me that the influence of faeries can be far-reaching.

Breakfast was excruciatingly long. I could barely take my eyes off Mandy’s body, and when I did, I found myself staring at Brooke’s breasts, or Jennifer’s, or Meghan’s. I could tell the other guys were doing the same, and the girls seemed to be getting off on it. There were lots of non-subtle innuendos flying about, about breakfast sausages or fertilized eggs. We could barely wait to finish eating to get back to our rooms.

I guarantee it was a GOOD thing we had no plans that day except to veg out at the resort.

Much later in the morning, Mandy & I came out of our room and found ourselves two recliner chairs on the beach. It was a small miracle that no one had reserved them. It turned out to be a double-miracle when Mandy leaned near my ear and whispered “Boobs” in it, her head tilting toward a couple next to us. True story, I swear! The woman in the couple was just lying there, soaking in the sun, sporting an impressive (and quite fake) pair of breasts. Most people were just looking at her with discreet glances. Mandy & I weren’t so subtle. “That’s quite a rack she has,” I murmured. Mandy agreed, adding “Perky nipples, too.”

I looked at her. “Well, YOU’RE perky.” She looked at my crotch. “So are you.”

It wasn’t long before the woman turned her back to us. She’d probably heard us and got slightly embarrassed. Heh. If she’d only known what I was thinking about, and how I’d mix-n-match her boobs and my own gear, she’d probably have run screaming.

Mandy and I turned out attention to a game of beach volleyball that was happening right next to us. It wasn’t a GREAT game, but it was made more entertaining by a precious, bosomy brunette that had just joined in to play. She was really useless, but it was great fun to watch her prancing about, waiting for someone to pass the ball to her (which never happened if her teammates could avoid it). There was another girl on the other side who was much, much better. She wasn’t as hot, but she was clearly more athletic and I kind of liked her better. I would totally do her. I could tell Mandy liked her, too.

I was getting thirsty, so I left to get us some drinks. When I came back, a good 10 minutes later, I found Mandy still sitting in our spot, but now accompanied by the athlete girl. Mandy was always great at picking up chicks.

“Jaycee, this is Lacey,” she said. “She’s here with some girl friends, all by herself.” That was obvious code for “single and available.”

“Nice to meet you, Lacey.” I extended my hand to shake hers. She took it. Invisible sparks flew between us.

“My friends just call me Lay.” She winked mischievously at me, her eyes averting mine a little.

“I like that name,” Mandy said.

Look, I’ll spare you the rest of the dialogue. It would probably sound REAL corny, and it probably was. But it was fun and playful at the moment. Suffice it to say that she stayed with us for a bit (like an hour) and it was obvious she was attracted to Mandy. And maybe a little to me too. We parted ways around lunch time, promising to catch up later during the day, and perhaps doing dinner together.

Mandy & I went for lunch, just the two of us. And after a post-lunch quickie and a nap, we joined “The Girls” (Brooke, Meghan, and Jennifer) near the pool. I was a little struck at how toned Jennifer’s body seemed to me. I knew she’d been going to the gym, but I hadn’t realized how much it had paid off. And when we got there, Brooke was teasing her about that very thing.

“No, seriously, Jenn, those muscles are absolutely H-A-W-T!!!”

Jennifer was blushing. “Stop it!”

“Don’t believe me? Let’s ask everybody around here.”

Brooke slipped behind Jennifer and started fumbling with the straps of her bikini, both top and bottom. Jennifer struggled against her roaming hands for a moment, and it looked like she might be able to keep it together for a while, but Brooke’s lecherous nature prevailed. Seconds later, Jenn’s bikini fell to the ground, showing us every inch of her statuesque figure. Damn, I would SO do her. And I could tell Mandy would like that, too…

The rest of the day was uneventful, if you call Mandy and I having sex in the ocean uneventful.

And at the end of the day, we got together with Lacey, just Mandy & myself, and had a great time. While I had nothing but sex on my mind, Mandy and Lacey were chatting away like two tweeting birds. They just couldn’t stop. Even when we were done eating, they couldn’t stop, and Lacey joined us for a night cap in our room.

And there, one thing led to another…

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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