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Carrie woke up tangled in her sheets.
She was naked and warm.
And, happy.
She smiled and stretched.
Something fell on the floor.
She rolled over and looked down.
The big vibrator had fallen off the bed.
She stared at it and frowned.
Last night. When she had used it. Something happened inside her.
A wave of calm swept over her and her smile returned.
"
...you won't worry about anything
," Christine's voice whispered in her head.
So, she didn't. She hopped out of bed and stretched in front of the mirror.
"I'd do me," she giggled. Her breasts looked even larger, her hips rounder. She bit her lower lip and grabbed her bathrobe.
"Twenty minutes, honey," Christine called from the first floor.
"I'll be right down," Carrie answered. She licked her lips thinking about Christine. Wait... Why did she?
She paused in the hallway and felt a tremor go through her at the thought of Christine. Carrie had never thought about a woman erotically.
Then why was she suddenly growing moist thinking about Christine McGee?
The bathroom door opened just as she reached out for the knob.
Mark stood wearing nothing but a beige towel, still dripping from the shower.
She thought he would turn red from embarrassment.
She was wrong.
He looked her in the eye and smiled. "Good morning."
"Good morning," she said looking at his defined chest and abs. Was he bigger? She licked her lips. "Look, about last night. The kiss? I..."
He interrupted her by pulling her into his arms.
She melted against him as he kissed her.
And, as good as the kiss in the garage had been? This one was better.
When he stopped kissing her, she stood with her eyes closed, his hands on her waist.
"Ooo, um, wow," she said as she opened her eyes.
He smiled and stroked her hair. "We need to talk. Tonight?"
Carrie nodded. She stared at his lips and slowly let her eyes travel down.
The towel was covering something pretty large that appeared to be growing.
He stroked her chin and raised her face up from the erection growing under the terrycloth. He kissed her lightly and then walked past her toward his room.
Carrie fought the urge to look behind her.
When he closed his door, she started to giggle.
***
"Is this like the first time I tasted pussy?" Cheryl asked as she gazed up at Ophelia Peerson's wet sex.
They clutched each other in a sixty-nine on the Peerson's living room floor.
Ophelia laughed. "Not exactly, baby."
"I knew it! I knew tasted you before!" She raised up and slid her long tongue deep into Ophelia's snatch.
"Oh, God," Ophelia gasped.
Cheryl's head dropped back to the rug and she giggled. "You totes shoulda woke me up! I coulda started a lot sooner." She zeroed in on Ophelia's clit.
"Sweet Jesus, she's good," Ophelia said. Then she dropped her lips to Cheryl's clit and sucked it.
Ned smiled and helped her lick the blonde's pussy, adding his tongue to hers and supporting Cheryl's thighs.
"God, I love you," Ophelia said before kissing her husband.
Behind her, Tank knelt over her backside and rimmed her ass while Cheryl ate her out.
Ophelia smiled. The blonde wanted an orgy to celebrate her 'Transformation Day' and they were going to give her one.
She only wished she had time to invite a few more couples.
But, technically, four people could be an orgy.
And, the fact they made it through breakfast was a testament to their self-control. To wait even five minutes more would have been pure torture.
There was something about Street Whores. They were sexy, of course, but it was something more. There was something pure about 'Sex Kitten Cheryl' and her class. It wasn't innocence exactly, but they had a positive outlook that was infectious. Unconditional, universal love was a powerful aphrodisiac.
So, when the last bites of waffles had disappeared and Sex Kitten Cheryl stood up from her chair, lifted her skirt and poured maple syrup on her pink pussy while asking, "Who wants first lick?" Ophelia had practically thrown herself on the giggling girl.
Ned and Tank had scooped them up and put them on the living room floor, and then clothes were flying in every direction as they all laughed.
Ophelia looked up from kissing Cheryl's clit as Ned rose to his knees and jacked his Whoremaster cock. He pressed it against Cheryl's pink pussy lips and slid in slowly.
Ophelia smiled and licked his shaft.
Then she gasped as she felt Tank's hefty cock probe at her own cunt.
"Wowie! That's pretty," Cheryl giggled as she watched Tank sink balls deep into Ophelia. Then Cheryl moaned as Ned did the same to her.
Ophelia sucked Cheryl's clit and the blonde returned the favor as both of them were fucked in ways no human man could manage with a human woman.
They were transformed in more ways than one.
Not just their bodies, but their minds and hearts as well.
The Whoremasters moved and the whores moved and moaned.
Ophelia closed her eyes, focusing only on pleasing the girl beneath her and the man behind her, and she knew that Cheryl did the same.
Four people becoming one. This was the gift of Transformation.
And, when Ophelia felt her orgasm growing within her, starting as a spark and kindling into a flame, she knew that the other three parts of her were experiencing the same miracle.
They came together, cocks pumping into pussies, cum splashing into liquid depths, as muscles inside the women spasmed in ecstasy.
They came down, falling together on the living room floor.
Ophelia stopped sucking Cheryl's clit and instead lapped and sucked Ned's cum from her pussy while Ned stroked her hair.
Cheryl did the same, her tongue playing deep inside Ophelia.
Then the men lifted them, turned them to face each other.
Cheryl and Ophelia moaned into a kiss, sharing the Whoremaster's cum between them.
Tank spooned Cheryl and Ned nuzzled the back of Ophelia's neck, their arms holding the women tight.
Cheryl licked a stray drop of cum from Ophelia's lips. "Let's do it again!" She giggled.
***
Levi knelt behind the police tape that still surrounded the gas station parking lot north of Ithaca where his predecessor had been murdered.
The Church had wasted no time securing the crime scene - they had purchased the gas station as quickly as possible, paying ten times what the property was worth.
A blood stain was still visible on the asphalt where Bishop Styx's head had been crushed by a massive blow.
A bald Church operative in a black suit stood nearby.
