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My name is Stefan Scaloni and my wife is called Beth and we met in our last year at UCLA. Beth was not barbie-doll pretty, but with her black hair, green eyes and porcelain white skin, she had an unusual beauty. I’d had my eye on her for several weeks and was trying to pluck up the courage to ask her out when I heard her talking about me to a friend, but although I was standing next to her, she did not intend that I knew what she was saying as she spoke fluent Italian to her friend. It seemed that she fancied me as well and was wondering aloud whether to make the first move. The thing she wasn’t to know was that my father was from Italy and I spoke it as well as I spoke English!



I suppose I was somewhat emboldened by having foiled her attempt at secrecy and turned around, looked straight at her and said, “So why don’t we go for a drink tonight then?”



She colored up in embarrassment as I then suggested, in Italian, a couple of places we could try. Her friend laughed and then so did she at how I had caught her out.



That was the start of what turned out to be a perfect relationship. We married a year later and our daughter was born a year after that, when we were both 23.



Beth’s father was a foreign diplomat and having spent time in Italy in her teens, she’d decided to major in Italian Studies, hence the language skills, but had worked only for a short time before staying at home until our daughter went to high school. I had gotten a degree in architectural restoration and had built a good reputation with work I had done both in the States and Europe. So, at the age of 43, with our girl at university, when I was asked to take on a special restoration project in Sicily we both jumped at the chance to travel to a country we loved and use our language skills.



Now, the life of an ‘ex-pat’ can be wonderful and we soon integrated ourselves into both the local and ‘ex-pat’ community, but as I was the one with the work visa and as she was not permitted to work, Beth found she had a lot of spare time on her hands. There is only so much in the way of shopping, coffees and lunches you can do to keep occupied and after 6 months Beth was beginning to get bored and started to talk about returning home, leaving me out here until my contract was completed. This was the last thing I wanted and enjoyed the two of us having time together so suggested that she tried to find some unpaid work which she could do.



Nothing more was said for a week or two until one day Beth came home from wandering around the old town of Palermo, which housed the artist’s quarter and told me with some excitement that as she sat having a coffee, she had been approached by one of the artists who resided there and asked if she would sit for him.



It seems that he had been commissioned by a Sicilian businessman to do a modern interpretation of a renaissance painting, but had been struggling to find a model with the pale skin quality he wanted. He had explained that most women wanted a dark suntan and this was not what he needed in his model. He had raved over Beth’s green eyes and had flattered her ego immensely when he referred to her as a woman ‘in her young thirties’.



Beth was so pleased that she now had something to do with her time that she insisted I go with her to meet the artist at the weekend. I got a surprise when I first met Teodoro because, for some reason, I had expected him to be a lot older. He was around thirty, dressed in a rather eccentric long coat and had a shock of long, curly black hair and gypsy good looks as he greeted us effusively at his studio in an old disused church on the Via La Corte.



We spoke in Italian and he told me why Beth was perfect for the subject of his work; the man who had commissioned the painting had been quite specific with regard to how he wanted the subject to look.



As he described it,



“Beth, with her white skin has a subtle beauty, which I could not have dreamed from in my head. My patron wanted such a woman who was not like off the fashion show. He wanted slim, but shapely.”



I smiled at this as Beth had always complained that she needed to lose weight, but to me, her 35C 27 36 figure suited her height of 5’6″ and she had a wiggle to her hips when she walked, which was incredibly sexy. Teodoro wanted her to begin sitting for him the Monday following and explained,



“We will start with a simple painting on the theme of Vecchio’s ‘Portrait of a Woman’ and if my patron likes it, there will be more. The days may be long if the light is good, but my patron is a man of some means and has promised to be generous and will pay you in cash for your time.”



Beth who had been taking it all in until now asked,



“What should I bring to wear?”



“I will supply your garments, though you might find them a little uncomfortable at first as they are of the Renaissance period.”



Teodoro wanted an early start on Monday morning to make the most of the daylight and my wife agreed to be there by 7.30 and with that we said our ‘goodbyes’ and headed home. Beth was as animated as I had seen her in years and I teased her that she was going to be a famous model whose portraits would grace the walls of the rich and famous. I could tell that she was excited by the passion and energy with which we made love that night and as we lay there she asked sleepily,



“You don’t mind me doing this, do you?”



“Of course not. Why should I?”



“Well, Teodoro is rather……er…. sexy you know and I wondered if you might get jealous of me being with him all the time.”



To be honest, it hadn’t crossed my mind until then, but the thought of what had gone through Beth’s mind before asking that question set my pulse racing. I had always loved the way other men looked at her, especially on a beach, and I had fantasised from time to time that she might fancy being fucked by a really well endowed man. Although Beth liked to flirt a bit, she had never done any more than that and had never mentioned before that she was attracted to someone. I wanted to know more.



“I hadn’t realised you found him sexy.”



Beth was almost asleep and all she could manage was,



“Mmm! Rather!”



Then her breathing settled into a steady rhythm and I was left awake thinking.



The next day we both got up early, which seemed strange as I usually left Beth in bed as I showered and grabbed a coffee. But this day, she was up before me and had washed and dried her hair as I was still trying to come round. We kissed each other and I wished her good luck as we set off in opposite directions for our respective work. I spent most of the day thinking about Beth and the atmosphere in the studio between her and Teodoro, so that evening, I couldn’t wait to hear what had happened.



I had a long day and Beth was already home when I got in.



“How was your day? Tell me all about it. I’ve been thinking how you’ve been getting on. What did you have to wear?”



“Whoa! Hang on a minute. Too many questions.”



“Sorry, I’ve just been thinking about you.”



“That’s better. Well, I had to put on the most uncomfortable old style dress and corset, which really squeezed my waist in and pushed my boobs up – you know, like in those old paintings – and I had to sit still for ages, but I didn’t mind as Teo chatted a lot and the time soon passed.”



“How do you mean – ‘pushed your boobs up’?”



“Well, the dress is quite scooped at the front and that means I’ve got a bit of cleavage on show. In fact, I look very 16th century.” She laughed.



We soon settled into a routine of early mornings and me asking about her day and then, on the second Friday, Beth came home and announced the painting was completed and that she was ‘ready for a rest from all that sitting!’



At 9 on the Sunday morning, we were woken by the sound of someone knocking on our door and when we peered out of the window there was Teodoro looking up and grinning.



“Great news Beth and Stefano, my patron loves the picture and wants more. Let me in, I am so excited!”



Beth was excited too and threw on her gown as she dashed down stairs. Over coffee Teodoro explained that he had been commissioned to do another nine pictures, with one proviso; that the same model was used because



“He says you have a rare beauty,” he continued “but now the subject matter is down to me. The title must be that of a renaissance or baroque work, but I can use my imagination to bring out the best of my model.”



As she leaned forward to listen, I noticed that Beth’s gown had slid to the side revealing her leg, right up to her thigh and it gaped at the front giving Teodoro a clear view of her breasts as they hung forwards. His gaze remained on her as he got up to leave and he announced



“Tomorrow we will start on ‘Lady seated at her desk’ so please come at 7.30. I want an early start.”



We went upstairs to get showered and as Beth slipped the gown of her shoulders I said,



“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”



“Did what?”



“You showed him your leg and tits on purpose.”



Beth stood naked in front of me and grinned devilishly.



“Maybe I did. Shall I tell you why?” I nodded. “Two reasons really; the first is because I like to tease him. He wants me – he can’t have me, but I like to see the lust in his eyes as he looks at me.”



“and the second reason?”



“Is because I like to tease you. You’ve been jealous ever since I said that I thought he was sexy and I wanted you to get a little more jealous by showing him my body. And before you ask, no, I haven’t let him touch me, but the thought had crossed my mind- you know- just him and me, all alone in that old studio…”



Beth let her hands run down her body and looked at my rapidly hardening cock and said,



“My, my – that’s turned you on hasn’t it? You like the idea that your little wife might fancy a fuck with somebody different, don’t you?”



I admitted that the idea of her being seen naked turned me on as it had when she had gone topless on beach holidays and I liked the idea of her being a sex object for other men to look at. Beth pushed me back onto the bed and positioned herself over my now hard cock and for an hour we had some of the hottest sex we’d had in years.



Afterwards Beth spoke.



“That was fantastic! You were so hard. I think I might let Teo see a little more if that’s the effect it has on you.”



“and the effect on you.” I replied. “I’ve never seen you so turned on.”



“Oh, I loved the thought that he was getting horny seeing so much of me and I’m going to let him see more. After all, I am a model.” she laughed.



So it began that my wife began to lose any inhibitions she’d had about nudity. Teodoro had obviously been inspired by Beth’s appearance that Sunday and in ‘Lady seated at her desk’ he had her leaning back in a chair, looking out over her desk, through a window. She wore a fine silk dressing gown with a pair of nude colored panties underneath. The gown had slipped sideways to expose her leg from toes to upper thigh and was loosely fastened at the waist leaving the front gaping and her left breast clearly visible in profile. The sheer material clung to her shape and her nipples were hard lumps in the smooth fabric.



Beth described how Teo had kept ‘accidentally’ stroking her tits as he positioned her each time and following no objection from her it became more frequent.



The next sitting was ‘Woman wearing a veil’ and as he tentatively suggested that Beth might pose topless with a thin veil across her breasts she readily agreed and even suggested that she wear the same nude panties that she had worn before. She described to me how during rest periods she would let the veil drop and get up and walk around topless as Teo watched and occasionally adjusted the swelling cock in his pants.



Teo realised that Beth was prepared to go further and in the fourth painting, ‘Girl combing her hair’, he told Beth that she had to go completely nude to achieve the picture he had in mind, which was for her to stand naked in front of a mirror as she combed her long, black hair as it fell forward across her shoulder. He painted from behind to capture not only the rear view of Beth, but also her full frontal reflection in the mirror.



He took a long time to position my wife, which involved a lot of touching her legs, arms and breasts before appearing to be happy with the image, but still he seemed agitated.



“Something is still not right Beth…………you are……..too much hair. It is not sensuous enough – you must trim it.” And going into the bathroom, he returned with a razor and shaving foam and handed them to Beth.



“How much?” was all she said



“Leave a thin strip above and that will do.”



For the first time in her life my wife trimmed her pussy and the eroticism of this resulted in incredible sex as she related the events of her day to me each evening.



As painting number four was finished I got a call requiring me at an urgent restoration job in Florence, which was going to keep me there for five weeks. Needless to say, I didn’t want to go, but this was my job and I had no choice. I asked Beth if she wanted to join me, but she said that Teo’s patron had already said that he wanted the next paintings to have a biblical theme and that he would advise them the next week of what he had in mind and that he wanted some of the scenes to be painted at his Palazzo in the hills outside Palermo.



I was as jealous as hell that Teodoro would try and seduce Beth with me absent, but she assured me that their relationship had, certainly from her standpoint, turned into a purely artist and model one; albeit that she was naked much of the time!



“I’m not going to tell you what our paintings are about until you come home,” said Beth, “I want you full of testosterone as I describe the different scenes I have been in and I sure will need a good fucking by that time as well.”



Those weeks passed awfully slowly and although we spoke regularly, we never touched on Beth’s work and when I had tried to bring it up she quickly changed the subject.



I finally got home a day early and was surprised to find that Beth wasn’t there, even though it was nearly 9pm. I tried her mobile, it was turned off and then I wandered down to Teodoro’s studio to see if she was still there, but all was quiet. Where was she?



The night was hot and airless. I got back to our apartment and without putting the main lights on, went through to the bathroom and was about to step into the shower when I heard a car pull up outside. I quickly pulled a towel around my waist and peeking out from behind the curtains in the darkened front room I watched as Beth climbed out of the passenger side, closed the door and rooted though her bag for her keys as the car left. I heard her climb the stairs and as she let herself in, I turned on the light. Beth shrieked before seeing it was me.



“Oh my god! You scared me half to death,” she panted and then, realising the situation and time, “You’re home a day early?”



“I could ask you what are you doing home late……………?” I looked her up and down. She was wearing a very short black skirt, high heels and tight white top, under which she was obviously braless. “…………..dressed like a hooker.”



Her eyes dropped to the floor.



“I think we need to talk.” was all she said.



“I think Teodoro is in a lot of trouble!” I said in a low voice.



Beth raised her eyes and looked at me. She was made up with heavy, black eye shadow, bright red lipstick and flecks of something in her hair and quietly whispered,



“It wasn’t ….isn’t Teo. He hasn’t touched me.”



“Then who? What’s going on?”



Beth reached over to the table and picked up a large A3 size book and passed it to me. On the front was printed ‘Portfolio of Beth Scaloni. Art work by Teodoro Galleo’



As I opened the cover Beth said, “I think this is the best way I can explain things to you.”



As I looked at the first page I recognised the initial painting Teodoro had done of my wife, ‘Portrait of a Woman’ and as I turned each leaf, the paintings whose titles I already knew were printed in fine detail. Beth watched me as each turn of the page revealed more of her body in the way she had described before I had gone to Florence.



I turned to picture five and let out a gasp. It was titled ‘The Temptation of Eve’ and showed a secret garden; a clearing set in a background landscape of bushes and greenery, across which a large tree had fallen which was covered in moss. Beth lay on the trunk, propped up on an elbow, holding a half-eaten apple in her other hand. Her right foot was on the tree and her knee was drawn up towards her body, whilst the other leg hung down the side with her pointed toes just touching the floor, leaving her legs wide open and her now completely bare pussy, gaping. As if this wasn’t enough, she was looking, with lust across her face, at an athletic, handsome man standing in front of her. His large cock hung down between his legs and pointed in her direction.



Beth chose this moment to speak.



“That is Piccolo – a nickname as you can guess, as he is anything but little!” she paused, “The patron selected the title and insisted that the painting was done in the grounds of his Palazzo. Piccolo works for him and the patron said that he wanted him to model with me. I was excited to be modelling with someone else as I had been solo for too long and as you can imagine, I was not disappointed when we were introduced as he is as perfect as he looks in the painting. Shaving my pussy together with the subject and setting just seemed a natural progression from the ones before when I had gradually become more naked and I couldn’t wait to tell you about it.



We worked on the painting for seven days and as each went by, I began to realise just how pornographic this whole thing was and I know Piccolo felt the same as there were many times that he saw the moisture glistening on my pussy lips and he got hard, so we had to take a break so he could cool down.”



I interrupted,



“I take it that the painting has exaggerated his size. I mean, that can’t be real.”



“Oh, believe me Stefan – that is a truly incredible penis. Even soft it hangs halfway to his knees and when he gets hard it gets immensely thick, perhaps two and a half inches across, and it swings from side to side as he walks. As we posed he kept telling me how he would love to fuck me and the thought of it was making my pussy so wet. Anyway, I was coming home so hot that I was having to masturbate every night as I imagined Picco’s huge cock pointing towards my cunt. I kept thinking about how I would tell you about it and the great sex we would have. You would have like that, wouldn’t you?”



I took time to study the picture and admitted,



“Yes, that would’ve been….I mean….is a real turn-on to have known you were posing like that, so slutty.”



“Look at the next picture. “



It was called ‘The Seduction of Eve’. My eyes widened to take in what I saw. Piccolo was now sitting with his legs hanging down either side of the same tree trunk as before. He was leaning back with his hands holding Beth’s waist as she sat astride him. Her upper body and head were thrown back and her hair fell down behind her. Teodoro’s painting perfectly captured the look of total ecstasy on her face as she thrust her hips forward.



“I didn’t plan for any of this to happen, but Teo said his patron wanted this painting to look totally natural and realistic. He posed Picco and me in such a way that his cock rested on the tree trunk, invisible to the onlooker and I was straddling his hips with it underneath me. I had never got so close to another man in my life and the very thought of what I was doing had me dripping wet, literally and as Picco felt my juices fall onto him I felt him get hard beneath me.



Teo kept saying ‘not good enough, more real, make it more real’ and Picco pushed me away from him until I felt his cock rise between us and then he let the tip of it rest between the lips of my pussy. The swollen tip of that huge end was making my clit throb as I let him probe my entrance and then I wanted him – I wanted him more than anything else I had ever wanted in my life before.”

Missing one day’s worth of classes was not going to kill our GPA, so we thought we would use the time to adjust to the new addition to our family. Plus, I was exhausted and I could tell Alexis needed something to eat as well.



“You wanna clean up then make some lunch?” I asked, kissing all over her breasts.



She moaned and whispered back, “Yeah, I just don’t wanna spend too much time away from your big ‘ol hog.” Her hand still gently stroking me with the precum flowing from my tip.



Between her sweat and my juices, the stagnant air in the room was enough to cool our skin causing goose bumps to form. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up so we don’t freeze to death.” I said, jumping to my feet. “There will be time to use the thing later, but if we don’t take care of this now, this bed is going to be fucking ruined.” Alexis pouted so adorably in discontent but she knew I was right.



We took , what was supposed to be, a quick shower but turned into me exploding one more time inside her. Not bothering to get dressed, we then spent the better part of an hour cleaning up. Washing walls and surfaces, using towels to soak up my cum from the carpet, and gathering up dirty laundry. Our bodies remained naked as we moved about the room. I enjoyed the feeling of not being judged or worrying about what others might be thinking. But if someone did have a problem with my cock, I didn’t care, at least not right now. I was enjoying myself way too much.



I was so relaxed knowing I was safe here. I smiled now and then at Ali when I would catch her checking out my cock. I felt so good after what we did, being able to use my member like that. So good in fact, that I was still weak in the knees. I felt a satisfaction of letting my cock swing freely between my legs, lightly grazing my inner thighs as I moved. But If I wasn’t careful I’d be turning myself on soon. Of course that would not be a problem for me.



“Is it just me or does it look bigger now that it works?” Ali pointed out



I stepped to the corner of the room and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, she was right. “So that’s why I keep feeling it on my thighs.” I giggled as I looked in the mirror, checking myself out. “Damn I look good… we both do.”



Ali stood behind me, wrapped her hands around my waist, and began to kiss my neck. “You’re damn right you do.” She said, letting a hand wander down to my cock. “I just wish you would have noticed it before.”



She was right. I don’t know why I can see it now, but I should never have been ashamed of myself. Not ever.



As I look at my reflection I found that I liked what I saw, but not as I normally do. It was different. It was as though both the male and female influences inside of me were being aroused at the same time. It was invigorating. I never thought I’d be turned on by myself, but I was looking good today. My small slender frame, held up by my shapely legs and my cock hanging between them.



Ali pulled her lips away from my neck to speak, “You thinking about your cock? Nothing bad I hope.” I enjoyed her lips on my skin. It was a letdown when she pulled away from me. I was left wanting, but she soon returned her lips to their rightful place and all was well.



“It’s not just that, I…” I placed my hands on her thighs, taking notice of her body touching mine. It felt good, her skin was warm, comforting, inviting. “I’m not just looking at my dick, I’m looking at you, at me. We’re beautiful.” I looked her reflection in the eye, “You’re beautiful.”



She smiled and held me tight as she began to nibble my ear. “Is there something bothering you?” she asked.



“No, it’s just weird. I’m a girl so it’s kind of off putting when I look at my dick and I like what I see. So I’m still a girl, right? But then something inside me, I think my dick, has me looking at myself in a different way, at you, at all girls in a different way. I’ve never been attracted to women before but I think I am now. I think my dick is making me attracted to women.” I took a moment to gauge her reaction, but not surprising, it hadn’t changed. “I’m looking at our naked bodies pressed into each other and… it’s beautiful. It feels amazing, it feels right.”



She rested her chin on my shoulder and examined my body in full, then broke into my self-conversation, “Is that a bad thing?” She gently ran her fingers across my tummy, “Maybe now that this part of your body has started working, it could be bringing other changes with it. You know, since it was broken before? And one of those changes could be an attraction to women.”



She was right, a light went on and soon my new and improved brain was making sense of it all. “Oh my God, you’re right!” I exclaimed with a smile, turning in to face her. “I would be so lost without you.” I reached my arms around her neck, resting them on her shoulders. I stared into those large, green, beautiful eyes and kissed her. Again and again I kissed her.



My cock twitched and quivered with pleasure that was brought on by not only kissing her but the way her silky skin felt on mine with our tits pressed into each other. It was so nice just to hold her and be held.



Without knowing it, an epiphany hit Ali. She spoke, breathing into my mouth, “If you can change your genetic code, can you change your cum so that there is no chance of getting a disease?”



I pulled away from her lips and exclaimed, “Holy shit… Alexis! You’re a Goddam genius.” Before she could say anything, my brain went to work, using most my energy. I found it difficult to stand as my brain processed everything.



Ali caught my limp body before it hit the floor, gasping, not knowing what had happened. “My God Alex, are you okay?” I made no attempt to respond, so she laid me on the bed. Not knowing what else to do, she sat beside me and held my hand.



In just a few minutes my mind processed everything and had finished changing my cum. I looked up at her, breathing heavily, “Well… I’m officially STD proof. Plus I made it so there’s no way to get you or anyone pregnant.”



“Holy shit, is that what you were doing? Changing your cells or something?”



“Yeah, but I don’t really know how I did it. My mind just opened and suddenly I understood everything and then my brain went to work changing things.”



Ali stared at me with a blank look on her face, “Oh man, I wish I could have a brain that could do that… it would make class a little easier, ya know?”



A smile slowly grew on my lips as ideas and thoughts flooded my mind. I looked straight at her, “Fuck, you really are a genius.”



She didn’t know what I was referring to yet. “Uh, okay.” She said, puzzled. “What are you talking about?”



I jumped up from where I was lying and screamed, “Oh my God I love this fucking girl.” I pulled her up with me a planted one on her lips. She still looked confused, so I thought I’d throw her a bone, “It’s my genetic code. I can change anything I want, well to a certain extent anyway. You know how I just changed my cum so I’m disease free? It’s my cum, the cum is the key.” I took a breath, realizing she was still lost and thought I’d try again. “Sorry, okay, so… All these things that happened to me, whether in the trials last year or what was genetically given to me from the experiments that were done to grandma, I am able to do them not only to myself but to other people, including you.”



I gasped to catch my breath and Ali chimed in, “What? Wait?… what are you saying.” I just looked at her, not saying anything, giving her the chance to figure it out on her own. A light went on and her eyes opened wide, “Holy shit, so wait, can you do that mind thing on me?”



I clapped in excitement knowing we were on the same page, “Yes, yes. Isn’t this fucking amazing?” I hugged her tight and we both jumped in excitement. “Yeah, basically my cum will act as a medium allowing me to transfer certain genetic changing elements to whomever I choose. In this case I’ll change my fluid to not only keep you from getting an STD, but I’ll make it so your brain will function as well as mine does now.”



Something hit me again and my brain began processing. “Holy shit, my Pheromones.” I stared into her eyes, completely ecstatic. “Your body’s already being affected.” She looked confused but I continued anyway. “Your pussy, you thought it was wetter? Well, that’s because it was. My pheromones are causing that, I guess to help with accommodating my cock or something.” She still looked confused so I just blurted it out. “This means I can effect girls before I even fuck them. Their bodies will start producing more cum and their insides will become more elastic-like so they can take more of my cock.” It finally clicked in her mind and she jumped with excitement.



I fell away from her grasp with fatigue almost stumbling from weakness, “Oh, man I think I need to eat something.” I looked at her sarcastically, “I guess that’s what happens when you cum three times in your sister’s pussy.” Ali giggled and gently kissed my lips.



We made a simple lunch of sandwich and soup as we continued our discussion. I couldn’t believe everything we had discovered. It was great though. I actually had a working penis. For the rest of the day we talked, we fucked and we tried to make sense of it all. And then we fuck a little more.



After dinner we turned on Roman Holliday and curled up on the couch. Our limbs were intertwined and she gently tickled my cock as I nibbled on her neck.



“So what ya wanna do tomorrow?” She asked with a smile.



“I don’t care, just as long as I’m inside you.”



Ali smiled and tilted her head into mine, “I don’t care if we do anything else.”



This made me happy, but I had to add, “But we do have to eat something more, I’m about to pass out as it is.”



We played and laughed as we explored each other’s body’s for the rest of the evening. The night was winding down and we cuddled together as we tried to fall asleep. But Ali’s mind wouldn’t stop.



Ali rolled over and looked me in the eye, “Sorry for keeping you up, but, I can’t stop thinking about it. I want your cock inside me again.”



I couldn’t say anything, I was just so happy that she was as okay with my extra part as I was. With one hand I played with her hair and with the other, I cupped her cheek and turned her face into mine until our lips connected. Without having to do anything, my cock became hard almost instantly. I just propped myself above her and lined up for entry.



With my crown, I spread her lips and pressed against her opening till I slowly slid inside. She moaned and opened her mouth wide. I kissed her with a purpose, biting her lip, causing her to let out a whimper that turned me on. My cock spasmed inside of her, releasing precum that began to fill her up. She gasped and wrapped her hands around me, digging her nails into my ass, forcing me into her faster and faster. Together, our bodies tightened and collapsed into one another, making it difficult to breath. The walls of her pussy clinched and quivered, holding me inside. The pleasure was too much that she screamed.



It had only been a few hours since I made the changes inside me, but the production of my cum had increased dramatically. I felt release as my fluids shot out of me. She was already full from all of my precum, leaving nowhere for my cum to go. Like a wave crashing on a sandy beach, my product gushed out of her, running down my shaft and onto my pussy. We were both breathing heavily and eventually our gasps for air synced up and we moaned together. My orgasm calmed and I was able to kiss her gently on the lips.



Ali smile as she kissed me back, panting heavily. “That was worth staying up a few more minutes for, right?”



I smiled and giggled in agreement, “Fuck yeah it was,” as I slowly pulled out of her.



Make sure this flows well with the story



I let the rest of my cum shoot out onto her tits and tummy, which she scooped up almost instantly and brought it to her mouth. The rest she spread all over her body with her hands. I smirked, not knowing what she was doing, but joined in anyway. With one hand propping me up, I used the other to lead my cum to the dry parts of her body. She just liked the feel of my cum on her skin. We both did. So much that we didn’t bother cleaning up. We just fell asleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms, face to face.



We must have been exhausted, because we didn’t wake up till noon. I blinked my eye’s to find we were in the same position as when we fell asleep. Her face was just millimeters from my own, as I perched my lips to wake her with a kiss.



Her eye’s fluttered until they opened and then she smiled at me. “God, I’ve never slept so good in all my life.” I could only kiss her in response.



For our late lunch, we chose spaghetti due to its ease of preparation, but we barely pulled the ingredients out of the pantry before I noticed how hot she really was. I was already on the verge of collapse when I saw her bent over looking in the fridge, but all I could think about was her curves and the way they connected every part of her body together so perfectly. We were both naked since there was no need for clothes in the house, which meant I had a clear view to her cunt. I stood behind her taking in the view. My cock twitched with pleasure just from watching her.



“Ali.” I spoke softly, with one hand on my cock.



She turned around and smiled when she saw me. I just stared at her, stroking my cock, not able to speak. But she wasn’t freaked out about it. She stepped closer and took hold of my shaft, placing her hands over mine and we stroked my cock together. Ali leaned in and kissed me, immediately thrusting her tongue into my mouth. It felt so good, my cock twitched in response and slathered our hands in precum. I removed my hands, letting her work my cock alone and wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her in close.



We moaned into each other’s mouths as she stroked my throbbing mass from root to tip. It was like a shock of electricity with each stroke. I wanted to tell her how I felt but I couldn’t. I could only take in the moment and return her sexual gifts in kind.



I walked forward, pushing her body into the oven, smashing my cock between us. I forced my tongue into her mouth while my hands touched as much of her body as possible.



But shortly after we began I couldn’t take it anymore. I fell back from fatigue, almost hitting my head on the sink behind me. Before ali could ask if I was okay, I ran for the fridge. I swung the door open, almost ripping it off its hinges, and started eating anything that didn’t need to be cooked. Ali looked at me and laughed at the sight of her sister gorging herself like a heathen who hadn’t eaten in over a month.



I smiled back and laughed with her, but couldn’t stop stuffing my gullet with anything I could grab, and soon my attention was back on the food. Vegetables, lunch meat, a block of cheese, milk and everything else. My body needed energy and I needed it now. Being in a weakened state, I nearly passed out when my mind started working again figuring out why I was so hungry. The cum I had been releasing out of me had to come from somewhere. After four times of cumming like that, my body was scrounging to produce and replace the fluids, pulling needed materials from the cells of my body, leaving me weak.



With the fridge practically empty, I bolted for the pantry. Ali’s eyes were on me the entire time. She laughed so hard she fell to the floor trying not to piss all over the kitchen. But this was no time to waste on laughing and joking around. The pantry door swung open and I reached for the nearest can of beef stew, ripping the top off and drinking down its contents with ease.



Can after can I stuffed it down and grabbed the next. It didn’t matter what it was, corn, peas, corned beef hash, or chef Boyardee. I didn’t know how I was stuffing all this food inside me. Where was it going? My body must have already made the corrections inside me, allowing me to fit all this inside.



When there were no more cans I grabbed a bag of dry pasta. Ripping it open, I chomped on the dry noodles, mashing them to their smallest size with my teeth before swallowing. I finished the five remaining bags of pasta and then moved on to the two bags of potatoes sitting on the floor



I finished the last bag of potatoes and effectively the last of our food before I realized what had happened. It was like I was in a trance, a food coma. I awoke from my stupor to find Ali laughing hysterically with a puddle of yellow liquid on the floor beneath her. The contents of the pot above her had nearly completely burned and was about to burst into flames.



“What the fuck?” I asked with a smile. I sat down beside her and joined in the laughing, “Don’t judge me, I was hungry and I had to eat. If you were this hungry you would have done the exact same thing I did.”



Between the sobbing laugher, Ali found the strength to gasp for breath and in a high pitched, mostly breathy tone, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! I can’t believe you just did that.” She gasped for another breath and continued, “I almost pooped.”



We talked and laughed like this for a while, till the bottom of the pot melted through spilling the contents onto the red hot burner, bursting the already blackened food into flames.



After a quick blast of the nearby fire extinguisher and opening all the windows to air it out a bit, we decided to go out and grab some food since the house was now officially empty. Alexis had not yet eaten today, and I was feeling a little hungry again myself.



Ali showered again and dressed herself for going out. “Ready to go bitch?” she spoke emphatically, bouncing through the door of my room. She saw me and grew concerned. “Ali, are you okay?” I wasn’t sad and there wasn’t anything particularly wrong, I was just contemplating everything. Still not able to believe what had taken place in the last 48 hours.



“Yeah,” I said half laughing, half crying. “I am. I’ve never been happier. I can’t believe what’s happened.” I took a deep breath with tears forming at the corner of my eyes. “And you, God, I don’t think I’d be here if not for you. Dad woulda chopped my dick off years ago if you didn’t say anything, and now I’m scared you’re going to be mad, and hate me after what I’m about to tell you.”



Ali looked shocked, “I’m actually kinda mad because you think I would be mad at you for anything you could ever say.” She sat next to me pulling me close to her. “What’s up, tell me, and no I won’t be mad.”



I placed my head on her shoulder, “You say that now.” We both giggled and I continued, “Well… I just… I mean… Today was fucking amazing but I want to use my new cock on more than just one person.”



Ali jumped to her feet, “What the fuck? You know what? I am mad.” She playfully slapped me on the cheek. “You should know better than to think I could ever be mad at you. And this, I told you years ago that if you ever get this thing working that I was going to be the one to find guys for you to fuck, but I guess that would be girls now. Plus, remember when we were fifteen, you said you’d let me try it if it ever started working?”



She knelt down between my naked legs, spread them wide and used my arms to pull me in till our foreheads were touching. “Alex, look at me.” She spoke slowly and emphatically, “I fucking love the shit out of you. That will never change. And as far as us fucking and shit, I don’t care. I mean don’t get me wrong, it literally was the best sex I’ve ever had.” We both let out a small giggle, “But I don’t need it. You do whatever you need for yourself. I will always be here, nothing will ever change between us.” She pulled me in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek, “Don’t worry, we’ll never fuck again.”



“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, don’t think to drastically here, I wasn’t talking about us not fucking, I know that will never change things between us. I just thought you might be mad that I wanted to fuck other girls besides you. I guess I didn’t want you to get jealous or anything.”

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