John's consciousness slowly returned as he pulled himself out of the groggy fog-like stupor that he felt as he transferred to her body. It was the second night in her body, and all day long, he had thought about the games that he wanted to play. He kept his eyes shut as long as possible, ignoring the impulse to leap to his feet. He enjoyed the simple sensations that were denied him in his prison. He let his sensitive fingertips feel the threads of the satin sheets; let his sensitive nose pluck the still remaining feminine scents of her perfume from the air; and let the fresh air - not air conditioned air - blow across his freshly licked lips. Reaching out with his arm, he found the bed light and turned it on. Spreading his legs, he searched for the dildo, finding instead a matted thatch of pubic hair. She'd played with herself and put her toys away before falling asleep. Although he was curious and wanted to explore his new body, he'd spent most of the day telling himself that "it was just a body" and that he shouldn't get too involved in women's activities too soon. That he should enjoy the health, the vitality and most of all the freedom; then fool with those women activities. Standing up and catching his swinging boobs to stop them from jiggling, he strode across the floor and stared at his image in the full length mirror, trying to concentrate upon keeping his eyes focused on his reflected eyes, not his new body. Standing about a foot away from the mirror and staring into the mirror, he whispered "I may be in a woman's body now, but I'm still me. Inside this cunt body, I'm still John Augustus. I'm still the baddest motherfucker in the world. I'm to be feared and respected, not treated like a normal stupid cunt. I'll kick anyone's ass that doesn't give me the respect that I deserve. I'll use my body and skills to build a new gang - a better gang. I'll teach them to respect me and they'll have to let me run the show. My brother thinks that I'm out of the picture just because I got sent to jail and being in a cunt's body now. Well, I've got a thing or two to show him and I'm not talking about these tits that I'm stuck with." Turning away from the mirror, he glanced at the clock to keep track of how much time he had - roughly one hour and fifty minutes. He planned to quickly dress in some of her clothes, then spend most of that time outside, smelling the grass, feeling the freshness of the dew and just enjoying the freedom of walking where ever he desired. He opened a dresser drawer, seeing nothing but women's underwear. It was packed full of colorful bras, panties, thigh high stockings and flimsy nighties. He opened the next drawer, seeing that it was full of bright women's Tops. He examined another drawer, discovering bathing suits. Turning to the closet, he discovered a very full closet of dresses, blouses, skirts, and evening dresses. Neatly stacked on the floor were a number of shoes, with the majority being shoes of varying fashion colors with two to three inch heels. Shuddering at the thought of someday having to walk in high heels, he slammed the closet door shut. In the bathroom, he found a laundry hamper with a pair of jeans and a pullover sweater top. The sweater went on easy. There was no underwear in the hamper but there was some panties hanging up on a coat hanger that she'd washed earlier. Apparently she didn't wear normal panties and preferred the thong type panties. Pulling the blue thong panties up around his waist, he tried to ignore the weird sensation of the snug form-fitting garment riding up the crack of his ass. Having worn nothing but boxer shorts for the last three years hadn't prepared him for this. He tried to slip the jeans on but they were so tight that he couldn't pull them up. He examined the tight pair of designer jeans discovering that the calves had zippers. He unzipped the zipper on the lower legs, then pulled until he got the jeans up around his mid thighs. Grunting out loud at the tightness, he stopped and reexamined the laundry hamper looking for something else to wear. Not finding anything but a dress, he walked gingerly back into the bedroom looking for something else. Opening the closet again, he stared at the many dresses on hangers and shut the door. Muttering to himself under his breath, he said, "If she can get these damn things on and wear them, so can I!" Dropping on his back on the bed, he arched his back as he pulled the jeans again, discovering that this position worked. He pulled them all the way up, forcing his butt into the tight jeans. At last he was able to get them on and zipped the zipper. Staring at his new reflection again in the mirror, the tight sweater reminded him of those poster girls of the forties. The sweater tightly hugged the reflected woman's body like a second skin, displaying the two bra-less mounds perfectly. He slipped into a pair of tennis shoes and walked outside. It was still dark because it was only 1 p.m. but he wasn't afraid of the dark - there was enough moonlight where he could see the outline of different objects. He was all alone except for the cows. He picked a flower from a flowerbed and walked around the big yard. He held the flower, enjoying the fresh air and the scents of the night that he'd forgotten about during his years of captivity. As he walked around the yard, he saw the bright light of Candy's bedroom. Standing underneath a tree, he stared at the house for a moment; jumping when a small branch fell out of the tree. Glancing up into the dark tree, he couldn't see anything. Smelling his flower, he continued his slow walk around the house, enjoying the freedom before he had to undress and put her body back in bed. ****** Calvin was lying naked on the rumpled sheets. Gloria was sleeping on his arm; her body curled up next to Calvin with one leg thrown over his body. In her sleep, her hand had found his flaccid penis and her hand lightly cupped his manhood that was still coated with her dried body fluids. She'd surprised him earlier in the evening by hinting that they weren't getting any younger and that they should consider making their live-in arrangement more permanent. While she didn't say marriage, she clearly suggested it by her tone and words. Calvin had managed to change the subject but knew that she would resurrect it at a more appropriate time. Gloria was definitely interested in Calvin, even though she knew that Calvin's invented history portrayed him as a wanderer. Now that Gloria was asleep and giving Andrea time to think about Calvin's new dilemma, the real Andrea was silently kicking Calvin's butt for allowing the situation to get out of control. The several weeks of imprisonment by Big Al and then the Chinese family and the body exchange had shaken the real Andrea up more than she wanted to admit to herself. Then this soft and gentle woman had offered more than just sex to Calvin. Gloria offered friendship and companionship in addition to the sanguinity of her home; something that Andrea had never experienced before. During the day, Gloria was very prim and proper, but as soon as Calvin and Gloria were within the privacy of her apartment, Gloria became a totally uninhibited slut with her clothes off, constantly thinking of new ways to please the man that Gloria only knew as Calvin. At first Andrea looked at Calvin's involvement with Gloria as being nothing more than a means to blend in with the community as Andrea waited for her real body to return. Between the beauty shop gossip that Gloria shared with Calvin and the church thrift shop connections to the friendly townspeople, Calvin was firmly entrenched in the small town. Thanks to his sources of information, Calvin was aware of the farmhouse occupant's daily schedule and was also aware of all of the new people in town. Two oriental men were staying in one of the small motels while there were five different men from New York staying at another motel. Two of the New York men drove out into the country every day while the other three New York men stayed in their rooms and drank. Earlier in the week, Calvin had been volunteered by Gloria to participate in a church project to lay some cinderblock walls and to fill in low spots in the church grounds. Calvin had stripped down so that he was working bare chested as he unloaded the heavy blocks with the other men. The sun baking his upper body as his muscles worked up a sweat, had felt good as Calvin carried his share of the masculine project. So Andrea had some tough decisions to make about Calvin's future life. Her main goal was still to find her body and somehow swap back into it; but at the same time, Andrea was becoming used to being Calvin and was enjoying Calvin's life - and being with Gloria. ****** Each night, John delayed opening his eyes for a few more seconds as he searched for a new, simple pleasure to enjoy. Every night so far but that one night, he had awakened in her body to find the dildo still buried deep within Candy's body. That was a strange and unusual sensation; and it was something that he was beginning to enjoy - the feel of it being inside him and the wonderful sensation as he removed it. No wonder that she masturbated herself so much and once it was his permanent body, he would definitely explore the use of that very private toy. This was his fifth night so he would have five full hours to enjoy her body. Unlike Williams, he treated his new body very gently, preferring to wait until a more appropriate time to fully explore it. And unlike Williams, he left no telltale evidence to indicate that something was wrong. He knew that there would come a time when she began to wonder why she was sleeping so soundly and longer every day; but the longer that he could hide his presence, the less worried that she would be. Curling up on his jail cot, John laid on his bed, too excited to sleep, but knowing that when it was time for the transfer that he'd drift into sleep and then wake up in her body. ****** As John pulled himself from his exchange-induced sleep fog tonight, before he could begin his little game of feeling the sheets and sniffing the air, he immediately noticed that there was a strong odor of sex in the air. A stronger odor of sex than her normal masturbation odor. Still half asleep, he recognized the familiar feel of the dildo inside her body but it felt different - it was warmer and softer. And there was a warmth under the sheets coming from another body lying next to him. John immediately recognized that someone else was in bed with him. From the sunken mass of the mattress and body heat, he assumed that it was a large man. Her husband? 'Noooooo' he silently screamed to himself, feeling an unknown terror deep in the pit of his host stomach. He wasn't ready to pretend to be Candy yet or to be around other people and had been looking forward to the quite time where he enjoyed the simple pleasures of being free and healthy again. He listened to the deep breathing recognizing that the bed companion was in a light sleep. The bed companion was pressed firmly against her back, one of the man's heavy legs encircling her slender body, and the man's arm was gently draped across her hip, his hand touching her lower belly. The man's body cradled Candy's body like a spoon. And it was the man's long, thick penis still inside her body that was causing that full sensation, not the normal dildo. Taking a deep breath, John recognized that Candy's body was damp with sweat. Because the cockhead was still within her body, John assumed that they had just completed sex. John gently lifted the man's hand away from Candy's body, but the man responded by snuggling closer as the man rubbed his body against her body; while the man's breathing changed slightly. John could feel the man adjusting his position so that he remained tightly pressed against Candy's rear. From the sound of the man's breathing, the man was asleep but he was reacting as if they were still having sex. John tried to roll out from under the man's arm but the man's muscles tensed. Feeling squeamish about being this intimate with a man, John tried once again to slip out from the man's grasp, feeling a little success as the man's cock plopped out of Candy's vagina. That woke the man up. Mumbling something, he rolled over on his back and pulled a slightly resisting Candy's body with him so that John found himself resting Candy's head on the man's sweat- dampened chest. "That was great, honey. But you died on me after you had that one orgasm. I never saw you fall asleep that fast before. So fast that I didn't get all of the nooky that you promised me. I'm ready to collect." whispered the man into her ear as if there were other people in the room. "I've got a bad headache. Wait until the morning." John responded, hearing his words but Candy's voice. "Playing hard to get, are you? I like that and know how to make you forget that headache. Do you want me to rape you?" Sitting up rapidly, John firmly stated "No. I don't want to have sex right now. Just let me rest and we'll discuss this in the morning." One quick push by the man and Candy's body was pinned to the bed by the man's heavier body as he laid on top of her body, his face a few inches from Candy's face. His arms wrapped around her and he started exploring her face with his tongue as he whispered "Playing hard to get, are you? Ok, you asked for it." John squirmed but his new woman's body's feeble strength was no match for the larger man's stronger natural strength and heavier weight. The man grabbed both of Candy's hands and held both of Candy's wrists in one hand as the man's other brawny hands roamed down her waist, and started groping her ass. The man started kissing her neck, giving a few playful bites then the man forced his tongue into Candy's mouth. John grabbed the man's tongue with Candy's teeth and bit down, causing the man to yelp with pain. Still holding the man's tongue imprisoned between Candy's teeth, John commanded "Omf me" which the man understood to mean "off me". The man rolled off and John let go of the tongue, which was John's first major mistake. As soon as the man's' tongue was free, the man rolled back on top of Candy's body, pinning her body to the bed with the man's heavier body. Rubbing his beard stubble against Candy's tender face, the man groaned "So you want to play rough. Well, I know how to handle bitches like you. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I flew all the way here to get some of your wonderful pussy and I'm going to take it." Candy's lips gasped as Mickey cupped her breasts hard. She jerked and gasped as she took a deep breath as she tried to push him away. When his hands released their painful grip on Candy's breasts, the hands quickly dropped to the mound just above the lips of her sex. Mickey's fingers pressed against her clit mound, as John struggled to stop Mickey's unwanted attention to Candy's body. Recognizing that Candy's actions were turning on the husband instead of repelling him, John relaxed and suggested "Please don't. I don't feel good right now - you know - it's one of those women problems. Yeah, that's it. I've got a headache and a yeast infection and my period's starting. We'll get blood all over you and the bed." "As sure as my name is Mickey, these sheets are made for washing and we've washed blood out of these same sheets many times before." The man groaned as his beard stubble scraped against Candy's tender neck and his lips sucked on her neck. Mickey shifted position slightly so that his large heavy hanging-down cock was rubbing against Candy's thighs. "No, don't. Please. I don't want to have sex right now. Wait until morning and I'm sure that I'll feel more like it." "I know how to make you want it now." Mickey replied in a husky voice as one of his index fingers rubbed gently down Candy's body. "I know how to make you want me to fuck you. And I'm going to fuck you now!" Mickey placed his large lips against Candy's smaller lips and gave her lips a passionate long kiss, holding Candy's head still as the woman's body struggled against Mickey's probing slippery tongue that remembered the painful lesson a few minutes earlier. One of Mickey's huge hands roamed up and down Candy's waist as Mickey's heavy trunk-like legs pushed her legs together. John recognized that Candy's body was a trapped, wriggling worm of soft flesh under this horny bull moose that was pinning her. "You don't want to piss me off!" Candy screamed as she rolled her shoulders trying to escape his pinning weight. In the slight moonlight, John could see a mock "I'm so scared!" expression on Mickey's face. Rolling over on the bed, Mickey pulled Candy's body on top of him as Mickey wrapped his hairy legs around her lower body and slapped his hand hard across her quivering ass. Mickey grabbed her ass hard with both hands and began massaging her buttocks like he was playing with two big balloons. Her butt jerked up, then side to side as John tried to escape. Mickey's large hands roamed over Candy's bare cheeks, down her bare thighs, between her legs and back around to her ass. Mickey's fingers teased her by playing with Candy's delicate rear. As Mickey groped her, Mickey's hardened erection rubbed against Candy's pubic mound. Candy's eyes bulged in shear panic as John felt the baseball bat-like erection rub against Candy's vagina lips. John tried to kick free but the stronger Mickey held Candy's legs firmly in place. All John could do was shift Candy's hips about and wriggle around desperately. Holding her body still by cupping her ass with both of his large hands, Mickey rubbed his humongous feeling erection against her vagina lips as Mickey moved his baseball bat-like erection into position. "Please don't!" Candy's lips screamed as the rounded head of a penis touched the too sensitive vagina lips. Candy's hips went wild as she fought to escape the probing cock. Matching her body twists, Mickey found his target and pushed his large cock inside. "Shit!!!" Candy's lips screamed. "No, I got it in the correct hole." Mickey groaned back as he held the struggling woman tighter, enjoying the feel of her struggling body further stimulating his large cock as it slid into the wet cavity. The thought of someone doing this to him upset John although he knew that he had limited options and should just relax and enjoy it. But the thought of someone penetrating him against his will upset him. Although John had been buggered by the convict just a few weeks ago, he'd been drugged then and hadn't felt the anger that he was feeling now. The thought of anyone taking this much liberty with his new body upset him and he was determined to resist the rape. As the cock penetrated Candy's body, John squirmed like a woman in a flurry of panic. John could feel the large cock going deeper inside Candy's body and although it felt good, John was so angry that that he ignored the pleasurable feelings as John tried to escape the inevitable. John tried to push Mickey off with a deep thrust of Candy's hips, which only excited Mickey more. Smiling at his wife's reactions, Mickey arched his back as he rammed his cock all the way into her and held it. For just a moment, they both paused. Mickey because he was watching his wife's face in the dim moonlight. John because he had never felt anything like the truckload of sensory feelings that overwhelmed the female body. For just a moment, John forgot about his anger, about this rape by Mickey and about how John wasn't really a woman as a shudder of sheer ecstasy shook Candy's female body. As the wave of pleasure warmed John's brain with never before experienced sensations, John found Candy's female body melting and relaxing as it allowed the huge cock to remain buried deep within Candy's body. Collapsing on Mickey's body, John felt so weak and helpless that Candy couldn't move. Recognizing the signal from his wife's body, Mickey grunted out loud as he declared "Time for some foreplay, bitch." Rolling over, Mickey deposited Candy's body on her back, then rolled back, pulling his cock from Candy's body. As the cock started sliding out, John wrapped Candy's hands around Mickey's back and dug in with Candy's fingernails as John tried to keep the huge cock inside Candy's body; recognizing that John's attitude had turned around one hundred and eighty degrees. Pushing themselves apart but remaining so that Mickey was in the standard missionary position over Candy's body, Mickey immediately cupped both of Candy's breasts as he softly blew warm air into her ear. John felt Candy's head turn so that the ear was offered to Mickey's tongue. While John didn't think that Candy's body could move, John was enjoying and reacting to the various sensations that he'd never experienced before. John recognized that Candy's nipples were very erect. John slipped Candy's slender arms around Mickey's back and hugged Mickey as Mickey teased Candy's ear with his tongue. Mickey's head dropped down and Mickey began sucking Candy's nipples, making little slurping sounds as Mickey lapped the sensorial nipples with his sandpaper feeling tongue. Mickey's large palms cupped the breasts as he began rolling the hard nipples with his fingertips. John felt a gasp of pleasure escape Candy's lips as John arched her body. "Did your long nipples miss me?" Mickey whispered as Mickey's tongue and finger teased one of Candy's nipples. John stared at Mickey's face brushing against the boobs, recognizing that John had lost control of the situation and now would do whatever Mickey wanted him to do. Opening Candy's mouth, John heard Candy's voice moan "fuck me!!!" Mickey lifted his head to show his gleaming teeth, then whispered "when your body is ready. Until then, I'm playing with the merchandise." To emphasis his words, Mickey rubbed each of his fingertips across the end of the nipple that felt on fire with passion. "Please, let me have it," John heard his words in Candy's voice moan as Candy's head rolled to the side. John stared at the moon, not really seeing it. Mickey was rubbing his fingertip against the long nipple bending it down, then allowing the nipple to pop back up. Then Mickey's lips would dampen the nipple as his warm breath blew across the nipple and his fingers rubbed the nipple dry. John was breathing hard and gasping with joy as he heard Candy's female voice began to moan softly. Then Mickey squeezed and cupped the breasts as Mickey tugged on the nipples, leaving the nipple throbbing and begging for more. As Mickey tweaked Candy's nipples, John wondered how it could get any better than this. Then John felt one of Mickey's hands drift down Candy's belly and go straight to the clitoris. John felt Candy's body jerk uncontrollably as Mickey rubbed the clit from the bottom of its base to the tip with a finger. "Please don't. I can't take any more," John groaned as Candy's body jerked uncontrollably, hearing his words echo loudly around the room in Candy's husky contralto voice but knowing that it was really him - John that wanted more - much more. John groaned and spread Candy's legs allowing Mickey's hand to have full access to the furry mound, knowing that Candy couldn't struggle now even if John wanted to. John closed Candy's eyes, and shut her gasping mouth to try to keep from moaning, feeling the smile automatically form on Candy's face. Like a cat, John felt Candy's body purr as Mickey rubbed the clit, feeling a deep itch grow deep within Candy's flat tummy. Mickey's head and body shifted down the bed so that Mickey's lips were only inches from the sopping wet mound that Mickey's fingers were playing with. Blowing lightly with his breath, Mickey gently separated Candy's vagina lips, allowing his warm breath to tease every nerve within those damp lips. Humming softly, Mickey whispered "Your clit is growing. I've never seen it this big. It's almost twice as big as last week. What are you doing to make it grow?" John ignored the statement because his attention was focused on Candy's hands, which were stroking the nipples that John had abandoned. Candy's eyes were staring at the dark nipples as Candy's fingertips teased the nipples, risking having the nipples burst by throbbing so much. When Candy didn't answer, Mickey inserted a finger in Candy's slit and watched her body jerk as she'd been shocked by an electrical shock. Mickey stuck his long finger deep inside Candy and bent the finger before he began twisting the finger around and around. John let go of Candy's breasts and grabbed the bed sheets as the pulsating sensation roared through his head. In the distance, John could hear someone screaming but John didn't care about anything at this moment except living through this never before experienced sensory overload. It took several seconds before John realized that the screams were coming from Candy's lips. Mickey was ignoring the screams and was rotating his finger deep within his wife's familiar cunt, feeling her pussy walls collapsing down on his finger. Mickey began finger-fucking Candy, as he slid his finger in and out several times. Using his other hand, Mickey teased the clit with the same rhythm watching Candy's body arch to meet his fingers. Then Mickey pulled out his finger and paused, hearing Candy's voice groan and her fingernails dig deep into his back as she craved more. Mickey bowed his head and gently blew on Candy's fully extended clit. Then Mickey sucked on the clit so hard it made John jump and scream again as Candy's body shivered with delight. John grabbed Mickey's head and held it positioned so that Mickey's tongue was next to Candy's clit, knowing that Candy's body couldn't survive another intense simulation but refusing to reject it at the same time. Mickey's hands picked up Candy's two round ass cheeks as Candy's hips pushed forward to meet his mouth. With a practiced move, Mickey rubbed his stiff tongue against Candy's slit, then drove it in and out at a fast tempo. Candy's voice was groaning, moaning and occasionally screaming as John discovered the inner muscles to clamp down on Mickey's tongue when Mickey put it in and released when Mickey pulled out. As the deep vagina itch grew more demanding, Candy's body demanded faster and harder penetrations by Mickey's tongue. The deep itch felt like it was moving inside her body, expanding, becoming more powerful, more demanding. As Candy's sweating body heaved to meet Mickey's tongue, the itch moved closer to her vagina lips with each stroke. Inside Candy's body, John could feel the pussy as it contracted faster and faster trying to pull Mickey's tongue inside it. Then Candy groaned loudly and paused as the first wave of the edge of the orgasm built within Candy's body. Immediately recovering, Candy's hips thrust faster, trying to get more tongue deeper inside the female body. Then Candy's body stopped in mid arch as her muscles locked in place. For about two seconds Candy's body was frozen then her body started shaking uncontrollably. John felt Candy's pussy lips spasm uncontrollably and a never- before-felt ecstasy sensation flow throw her body as the pussy juices pumped out onto Mickey's tongue. Wave after wave of ecstasy surged through Candy's body as her facial lips screamed animalistic sounds and squealed with pleasure. Her body shook and shivered as her nipples pulsated from the simulation to the cunt. Slowly, the contractions slowed as Candy's orgasm stopped.