Part 3: Bodyswap | Breeding | Fantastical

Part 3: Sexy Brat Piano Student Transforms Into Her Older Tutor And Uses Her New Cock To Shoot Cum In Her Past Pussy!

Part 3:

Lacey looked down and saw the cause for his concern. She put a hand over her mouth and looked at her old self in the eye.

“Sorry,” she said. “I … I didn’t know what was happening.”

“It’s okay. Sometimes they just … happen.”

“What do you do about them? Do they go away on their own?”

Mr. Richards laughed, and it left him as a cutesy giggle. “They do. You can help them go away, but they can go away on their own too.”

“Help them go away?”

Mr. Richards nodded and looked awkward. Lacey got the picture.

“Oh yes, of course.” She paused. “Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Help them go away?”

Mr. Richards felt his pussy swell. “Sometimes.”

“That must be fun.”

“Very.”

Lacey rocked on the stool a little. It was strange for Mr. Richards to see all the mannerisms of a nineteen-year-old woman in his forty-five-year-old body

“Is it hard to do?” she asked.

“You just keep pulling,” Mr. Richards laughed.

Lacey bit at her lip. “Will you show me?”

That sentence hit Mr. Richards like a train. He felt his pussy-lips flutter with delight. “I can if you’d like?”

Lacey moved her hands to her sides and rested them on the lip of the stool. “I’d like.”

Mr. Richards felt a nervousness that he’d never known before. He was usually so confident when it came to sex, but he’d never done it from the other side. He was intrigued by the notion of jerking his own cock from someone else’s body. He was intrigued too by the idea of someone entering him, but that was something he’d broach to Lacey later.

Mr. Richards tackled Lacey’s pants, finding that act alone to be strange now that it was reversed. He pulled them open wide as Lacey parted her legs to allow her tutor between.

Mr. Richards stared at the underwear that he’d put on that morning. He could see his thick cock beneath it. Lacey stared down at it, biting her lip. She couldn’t wait.

“Do it,” she urged, and her voice sounded full of authority.

Mr. Richards found himself instinctively obeying the command. He slid his long nails down inside the waist of Lacey’s underwear and felt the stiff cock beneath.

Lacey let out a breath that turned into a moan when Mr. Richards started to yank at her pants. He tugged them down forcefully and then froze as the huge cock bounced free and settled in front of him.

Lacey looked from it to Mr. Richards. She could tell from the expression that he was seeking permission to continue. If you’re about to suck your own cock, it’s much better for someone to tell you to do it first.

“Suck my cock,” Lacey said, and she held the hilt firm. She looked down and jerked it slowly while Mr. Richards found the courage.

He shuffled forwards on his bare knees. His skirt flowed over his legs until only the soles of his sneakers were visible behind him.

He rose on his knees and opened his mouth, then he pushed down over the smooth crown of his former cock, feeling it in his mouth — in Lacey’s mouth.

“Yes!” Lacey’s burst, tossing her head back. To feel that warm embrace around her and to be inside something was a sensation she didn’t know. Warm apple pie wasn’t as far away from the feeling as she’d thought.

She looked down on her old face and felt a greater pang of arousal. Knowing that Mr. Richards was using her body to suck the cock he used to own made Lacey stiffer.

Mr. Richards could feel the strength of Lacey’s arousal as he got to grips with sucking cock. He tried to keep his teeth away, treating Lacey instead to his new, soft lips. He tried to give her the blowjob that he knew he’d like, delivering increasing amounts of saliva until Lacey’s entire shaft was drenched.

“Fuck yes, Mr. Richards,” she croaked. “Treat my cock nasty.”

The mature tutor turned sub, slathering up Lacey’s cock with spit until it shone like a lighthouse. He ran his dainty hands all over it and then put his cutesy face up close, looking up at his former self and giggling.

“I want to show you how it feels now,” Lacey said, and she took Mr. Richards small hand in hers and put him on his feet as she stood.

Lacey’s cock tickled at the dress that Mr. Richards was now wearing. Her hard cock was dangerously close to Mr. Richards’ pussy, but she didn’t want it there yet.

Instead, she guided Mr. Richards to the stool and made him sit, then she knelt at the floor and pushed back the miniskirt.

Mr. Richards had no female sensibilities. His legs opened wide at the knee before Lacey even wanted him to. She reached under and grabbed at the tiny panties, pulling them down and knowing that the pussy beneath was shaven and soaked.

Mr. Richards knees were brought together so that Lacey could remove his underwear. It slipped effortlessly down over his smooth legs and then Lacey took it off right over her sneakers.

“Wait till you feel this,” she said, then she opened Mr. Richards’ legs again.

Her eyes bulged. Mr. Richards looked down on one of his most shocked expressions as Lacey turned his old face to awe.

“You’re soaked,” she laughed.

“It just happened!”

“Damn, you must be turned on. I don’t think I’ve ever got it that wet before.”

Lacey sucked a breath through her teeth and moved her big fingers down over Mr. Richards’ soaked pussy. She teased around the folds and Mr. Richards found himself instantly captivated.

“More,” he said, squirming.

Lacey moved her fingers in slightly and waggled around Mr. Richards’ stiff clit. He felt it move and he felt the fireworks go off inside his body.

Lacey wanted desperately to know how she tasted, but rather than plunge a finger inside and taste it, she decided to go right for the source.

Mr. Richards looked down in amazement as Lacey pressed her face — Mr. Richards’ face — right against his pussy. It was a dream that he once had to feed on Lacey like that, but he had always been in his own body whenever the image had formed.

“Oh, fuck, Lacey,” Mr. Richards cried. “That feels better than anything.”

Lacey smiled but kept it up. She raced her tongue around the aching groove, picking up notes of sweetness, tanginess, and copper all at once.

The more she ate from Mr. Richards the more his O wept out its juices. They eased out over the rim of skin and curved beneath towards his asshole.

Lacey squeezed his thighs and Mr. Richards felt her new strength. He was having the time of his life being dominated like that, but he didn’t want it to end there.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said. “I want to feel it…”

Concluded In Part 4…