Transformation Machine

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We fucked for the first time after all the oral games and her pussy felt delicious on my cock. Then, exhausted, we fell asleep. I woke about five a.m. needing to pee and eased out of bed to find the bathroom. When I got back she was still sleeping so I snuggled up behind her. She wiggled her butt into my crotch and my soft cock naturally nestled into her ass crack.

Three hours later I woke to find her hand stroking my cock, which had started to respond. I opened my eyes to see her staring at me with a look of longing in her eyes. "Last night was great, but now I need you to fuck me again," she said.

Never one to disappoint a lady, especially one who had just fondled my cock to attention, I lifted myself over her leg and between them. My cock found her opening and sensed it was already wet, so I eased it in. The feeling a man has when his cock slides into a wet, soft, warm pussy is indescribably delicious, apologies to the candy bar.

I started slow and easy, working both of us up to a level of desire that would mandate a hard fucking, but taking our time getting there. She pulled and pushed at my hips, trying to make me go faster but I resisted her efforts. I knew she would appreciate the pounding even more if she had to wait for it.

She was moaning, no, groaning, and her hands were digging into my ass cheeks. I started speeding up until I was pounding her pussy as fast and hard as I could. She was screaming in excitement and thrusting her hips back and forth to match my movements. Suddenly she screamed out "FUCK!", her body shook all over and her pussy clenched my cock over and over again as she came violently.

I held her tight until she passed her peak and began to settle down. Once she had I started stroking again until I came, shooting into her pussy. When she felt it she hummed "mmmmmm" and squeezed my cock again.

I pulled out of her pussy and rolled over to lie next to her.

Sandra immediately shifted position and took my still somewhat hard cock into her mouth. She sucked all of our co-mingled cum from my shaft then licked up any that had dripped down to my sac. She took first one, then the other, and finally both my balls into her mouth, She squeezed her cheeks together, giving me a unique ball massage. When she released me and looked at my face her's was grinning widely.

"Enjoy that?" she asked, stifling a chuckle.

"That was different. You're very talented, giving me a great massage without ever risking a painful outcome," I replied.

"Not my first rodeo," she bragged. Then, changing subjects, she asked, "What are your plans for today?"

"Nothing specific. Since I'm new in town I think I'll just explore. See what I can find. What about you?"

"Chores and errands, I'm afraid. Groceries, laundry, housecleaning. The usual stuff. But I'd like to see you again. Meet me for dinner?"

"That would be great," I assured her.

"Six o'clock. The Drunken Chicken. Anyone can tell you where to find it. It isn't far from here," she said. "Now, would you like a shower?"

"Yes. Any chance you have a spare toothbrush," I asked.

"Bet I do. The hygienist gives me one every time I get my teeth cleaned but I prefer a different brand."

We showered together, brushed our teeth, and dressed. She scrambled some eggs with mushrooms, spinach, and cheese, made toast, and brewed coffee. When we finished eating I offered to clean up but she insisted it was no problem as she had a dishwasher. We bid one another adieu promising to meet up for out dinner date.

I passed a hotel and ducked inside. As I expected, there was a display in the lobby filled with advertising brochures for local attractions and restaurants. I checked them all and found a map of the city, learning for the first time that I was in Atlanta, Georgia. For a guy who'd never been below the Mason-Dixon except for one trip to Disney World, this was a bit of a shock.

I discovered that Sandra lived in the Little Five Points area, which the locals often referred to as Hippy Hood. Unlike her, I remembered the heyday of the hippies in the 60s and 70s. Haight Ashbury, Woodstock, anti-war demonstrations and all that. And let's not forget Free Love. The approval of the first birth control pill took the danger of unwanted pregnancy off the table, although in hindsight we knew in my time that it also led to a dramatic increase in STIs.

I spent the day exploring as I'd told her I intended. Numerous art and antique shops as well as small, kitschy stores specializing in crystals, exotic herbs, more tea and coffee varieties than I could imagine keep me intrigued. I also spent time thinking about the two things most of my mind - Sandra and what the 'rules' of my time and location travel might be.

I had lunch at a barbecue place that had supposedly won a number of major awards for their 'cue. As a northeasterner bbq wasn't something I'd had very often. I figured when in the South do as the Southerners do. While the meat in my pulled pork sandwich was melt in your mouth tender, the sauce it was slathered with was too ketchupy for my taste. Still, I was glad I'd had the experience.

After lunch I resumed my walking tour of the area. I discovered Underground Atlanta and checked it out. Certainly different to have a shopping and club area underground but it was damp and musty. Probably not a place I'd visit often if I lived here.

Around five I asked the guy running a newsstand where to find The Drunken Chicken and he gave me simple directions as well as a rousing review of the place. He highly recommended the namesake entree but insisted everything was excellent. I thanked him and headed off in the direction he had indicated.

It only took about thirty minutes to reach the restaurant, making me a half hour early. Peeking through the window I saw they had a bar area so I entered and claimed a stool at the bar. I knew that single malt scotch hadn't caught on thirty five years ago so I asked if they had Johnnie Walker Black. When the bartender said they did I ordered one, neat.

I nursed that drink until Sandra arrived and spotted me. She came over and I stood as is proper when greeting someone, especially a woman. She stepped right up to me, put her arms around my waist, and kissed me. I returned the kiss and our tongues did the oral mambo. "Our table is ready," she said and led me to the hostess who seated us.

Sandra insisted that not ordering the Drunken Chicken pizza would be a mortal sin and, once it was delivered, I heartily agreed. It was delicious.

"Terry, most weekends I go back to the club where we met Saturday nights."

"Sure, if that's what you want to do," I told her.

"Hell no! We're going back to my place and fuck each other's brains out!

And that's what we did. As soon as we walked through the door she pulled off her t-shirt and shorts revealing nothing but skin underneath. I followed a bit more slowly as I had more items to remove. She pulled a chilled bottle of white wine from the fridge and poured us both a glass. We took them into the living room and I noticed bath towels covering her sofa and armchair.

"We're probably going to fuck all over this apartment so I wanted to be prepared," she explained. "Let's start here!"

She pushed me down onto the sofa, in the middle, and straddled my legs. Her tits were right at my face level, and her pussy was already moist. As I took her nipple between my lips she rubbed her wet slit up and down over my cock, which responded as expected.

She raised up on her knees and reached down to grab my cock. Pointing it up at the ceiling she positioned the head at her opening. She began teasing, lowering herself only until my head was inside her then pulling nearly all the way out. She was fucking just the head of my cock, and it was enjoying it. A lot.

Slowly she started going just slightly lower each time, until she was taking half my cock inside her hot, wet pussy. For the next eight or ten strokes she continued at the same depth, not going lower. Then she pulled almost all the way off me and slammed herself back down onto me, taking my full, modest length into her pussy.

"Oh gawd!" she cried out in that delightful southern accent of hers. Her pussy throbbed and clenched on my cock and she came. She became a dervish, pumping up and down my shaft as she rode her orgasm, drawing it out as long as she could. Finally exhausted she settled back down on me and stopped stroking. She did not, however, stop clenching me.

"Dayum, that was great! I don't know how you do it, but it's the best fuck I've ever had. And I've had my share. C'mere," she said hopping off me and dropping to the floor. She got on her hands and knees and I assumed she was in the mood for doggy. I was wrong.

I got behind her and placed the head of my cock at her opening.

"No, fuck my ass," she said, surprisingly. She pulled a bottle of lube out from under the sofa and handed it back to me.

"I've never done anal, Sandra."

"Just lube my ass, including pushing some inside with your finger. Then lube your cock. It will take more effort to breach the muscle but once you get in you'll be fine," she explained.

I followed her instructions and was surprised by just how hard it was to get her ass to let me enter. "Just push harder, Terry!" she encouraged. "Don't worry, I can take it." So I did and all of a sudden my head popped past her muscle.

"Mmmmm," she hummed. "Nice. Now push in further, but go slow so I can get used to the feeling. It's been a long time since I last did this."

I pushed in, going slow, and marveling at the sensation. A pussy encases my cock. A mouth is mostly lips with tongue action. This was a tight band around my shaft, almost like beating off but with the warmth of being inside her. Before I realized it I was balls deep, with no more shaft left to impale her with.

"Yes!!! You fill me up completely! I swear your cock is fucking my stomach now! Speed it up, please!"

I slowly started increasing the speed of my pumping, not sure how much she could take how soon. "Faster," she said and so I sped up again. Soon I was fucking her ass as fast and hard as I had fucked her pussy the night before and this morning.

I felt her fingers on my sac and realized that she was jilling herself as I fucked her ass. My cock was having sensations it 'had never felt before, and I wasn't sure how long I was going to last. Then her fingering must have done it's job as she screamed out in an orgasmic cry. Her sphincter muscle clenched my cock much harder than her pussy ever had but I didn't stop or even slow my pounding.

She thrust what I guessed was two fingers into her pussy and I could feel them through her membranes. That was more than I could take and I shot off, filling her ass with my cum. I kept pumping until every drop had drained from my balls and collapsed on top of her, exhausted. I tried to pull out but she reached back and grasped my hip, stopping me.

As I started to soften she eased herself forward, pulling her ass off my cock. The surprises continued when she turned, pushed me back against the sofa, and took my cock in her mouth. 'Anal AND ATM?!' I thought. 'This woman is a sex fiend!"

Sandra sucked and licked my cock until she was satisfied and then pulled off me. She sat up next to me and grabbed my neck to pull me into an intense kiss.

"Don't worry, I gave myself several enemas before dinner. When the water coming out is as clear as what went in, you're clean. ATM tastes kinda earthy, but not bad. And so you know, you did great! I love your cock in my mouth, pussy, and ass!"

We played for the next few hours but to be honest the anal was the highlight of both our nights. I came three more times and lost track of the number of times Sandra came. Around eleven Sandra said, "I'm sorry but I"m exhausted. My pussy and ass are both a little sore, but in the best way." She leaned down and kissed the head of my cock softly, then snuggled up next to me, quickly falling asleep.

The next morning I woke up with wood, and her ass pressed itself into it. I reached over her hip and snaked my fingers to her pussy. Soft but insistent fingering soon had her wet, despite her still being sound asleep. Female equivalent of a wet dream, I supposed.

I reached between her thighs to pull my cock to her opening, then slowly pushed in. When I was about half in she wiggled her hips back against me, pushing me further into her. Her rhythmic breathing and lack of any other movement implied that she was still sound asleep, I began stroking in and out of her pussy, marveling in the idea that I was fucking a sleeping woman.

As i continued she began to moan softly, Her hips became more active, wiggling and working with me to pump together. I reached around and took her nipple between my thumb and fingertip, squeezing and rubbing it. Her eyes popped open suddenly and she cried out "Ohhh!". Now awake she started fucking my cock faster and harder than I had been doing her pussy. It was clear she had wanted to cum, and quickly.

It didn't take long, but when it happened it was explosive. She screamed out "Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck!" and her body thrashed so violently I struggled to stay inside her. Her pussy's throbbing and clenching was more than I could stand and I suddenly flooded it with my cum.

I rolled back, pulling my cock out of her, spent. She, however, wanted more. She sat up and quickly straddled my head, dropping her pussy onto my mouth. I'd never eaten a woman after cumming inside her, but this whole situation was a series of new experiences, so I decided to just go with it. She wanted oral and I wanted to please her, so I dove in with enthusiasm.

I"d tasted myself before, dipping my finger into my cum after beating off. But that was just a small taste, and just me. What leaked out of her pussy was a combination of her cum and mine, and lots more than I'd consumed previously. It was both new and highly erotic. I licked, sucked, kissed and drove my tongue as deep inside her as I could reach. I drank every drop of our mixture I could get into my mouth and loved every bit of it, somewhat surprising myself.

And I didn't neglect her. When she stopped leaking into my mouth I moved my attention to her clit. She shrieked as soon as I nibbled on it gently with my teeth, and after gripping it in my lips and flicking my tongue back and forth across it, she came again. This time I enjoyed her pure essence, untainted by my cum. I loved them both, just as I love getting oral, pussy, and now anal. Variety truly is the spice of sex, and maybe life.

Sated, we showered, dressed and I took Sandra out to breakfast. My working theory was that I had to be in the same place where I entered this time and world and at the same time as I'd arrived in order to return to my time, alive and healthy. We had most of the day, as I'd arrived to the now (or then depending on your view) late in the afternoon. I wasn't looking forward to it, as I'd come to like Sandra very much. But I had no idea what might happen if I tried to stay here. I never forgot the first few failed transformations with the moth and gecko.

After breakfast we went back to Sandra's place and spent the day in bed. And in the living room. And the dining room, And even the balcony, always naked and connected. Mid-afternoon she got a text and said, "My roommate will be here in twenty minutes. I'm sorry but I have to ask you to leave before that. I don't want her to think we've been fucking non-stop the past two days, even though that's true. Call me soon, please!"

We kissed and parted. I headed back to the bus station and waited until the seat I'd arrived in was vacant, then claimed it and waited. I found myself dozing off and when I awoke I was back in my transformation machine in my workshop.