Vacation Magic

John got out of his family's car, the sand that made up the drive way warm beneath his toes. It was the middle of summer, and he was on his family vacation. Grabbing his things, he walked up into the house and dropped his stuff in his room. Walking downstairs, he saw the rest of his family had arrived.

His aunt, uncle, and his cousin Marybeth were busy unloading things from their van, and his other cousin Eric had just pulled in, accompanied by his wife Molly.

Boom! John's eyes were pulled toward the petite brunette that his cousin had married. Can you say smoking!?

He had seen her before, and always had wondered what she looked like naked. Well, maybe he'd get lucky or something. Sighing, he went back inside.

-Half a week passes-

John got lucky. Turns out, Eric and Molly's room was right next to his, giving him a perfect opportunity to peak at her when she slept. Oh yeah, and access to her dirty clothes too.

It wasn't long before John began to snatch a pair of panties, go beat off, and then return them, all while they slept. Little did he know, but Molly had become aware of his actions, and was planning something mischievous.

One night, John snuck into Eric and Molly's room and ever so slowly reached his hand into their hamper full of dirty clothes.

"Nice!" John whispered, looking at the pair of panties he held. A thong! They were white cotton, with a light pink trim. Some design or another was on the crotch of them, but in the darkness, he couldn't see what it was. He slowly crept his way out of there room, and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Quietly, Molly got up out of bed, a sinister smile on her face.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her used panties, his hard-on throbbing with even more force as he saw that they were damp. These panties, they look so tempting. He rubbed his cock against the crotch, precum leaving streaks. Without even thinking, he put his leg into the thong, and then the other. He was built way differently then Eric's wife was, but still, he felt like he had to try.

With a grunt, he pulled the thong up and groaned with pleasure as his cock was held tight against the fabric. Then it happened. His body began to grow tired, and he fell to the floor. The door opened, just as he was blacking out, a women's figure stood above him.

"That feels so good... uhhhh..."

John woke up slowly, unable to move his body. Molly stood above him, her hands crossed, wearing nothing but a loose robe. John groaned and looked down. The panties were still on his body, the crotch soaked with his cum.

"I... Uhh... I can... eh... I can exp-" John began, realization suddenly dawning on him.

"Shh..." Molly interrupted him, squatting down in front of his body. "I know what you did. I think it's kinda kinky. However, I can't let you off with just a warning, now can I? If you wanted to play, you should just asked..."

John began to stammer, but Molly cut him off.

"No worries John, I have everything taken care of. Turns out, I like to play too." She said, grabbing his cock through the panties, giving it a slight tug. She moved her hand upward, grabbing the top of the panties, dragging them down past his thighs and off of his body. John tried to yell, but he couldn't! It felt like he was being ripped out of his body. He was nothing for an all of 4 seconds, but soon, he started to regain feeling. Coincidentally, he started to gain feeling right as Molly stepped into her pair of cum stained panties.

The wet, sticky, cum-soaked crotch of the panties slid up tight against Molly's slightly haired pussy. The wet, sticky, cum-soaked crotch of the panties slid up tight against John's slightly haired pussy.

*What's going on? Oh jeez, that felt kinda good. Why does my body feel funny? Why can't I move?*

A sudden realization dawned on John. He couldn't move, and he was in Molly's body. Molly spoke.

"Oh John, you must have fallen! Here, let me help you up." Molly exaggerated, grabbing John's naked body by the waist and pulling him up, letting his exposed cock brush against her stomach. With a grin, she helped him to his room, and shut the door behind him.

*Now John, you and I are going to have so much fun. As you just saw, your body is on auto-pilot. This means that I can keep you where you are for as loooong as I want. Where you are... Heh. Picture this. You're stuck in those pretty panties you stole. However, if someone tries you on, part of you gets stuck in them. They won't even know you're there! The only way you can go back to being your normal self, is if I want you to. You'll notice that you can feel everything or anyone that I feel, see everything that I see... Johnny, I like to feel.*

John would have felt scared, if he had a body.*

The only thing he felt now was deeply satisfied, and extremely horny. However, he was moving again, and he couldn't stop himself as Molly walked over to the bathroom, and shut the door. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, and stood before the full length mirror that sat in the corner. She gently began to rub her breasts.

*If John was in his own body, he would have cum, right there on the spot.*

"John, do I turn you on? Do you like my breast's John?" Molly asked, tweaking her nipples and gently massaging her areolas. John's mind squirmed. Molly slowly lowered her hands to her panties, touching her breasts, stomach, ass and pubis in the process. Gripping the top of the thong tightly, she slowly began to pull up. The cotton crotch was pulled into the cleft of her sex, the small back being pulled tight into the crack of her ass. Her own vaginal juices began to flow, mixing with cum already smeared across the crotch.

*John's mind went numb with orgasms.*

Molly smiled, knowing that it was getting to John. With him in this state, he'd have no chance to resist any of her actions. No chance at all.

-The Next Day-

"Hey, were still going to the movies, you sure you don't wanna come?"

"No thanks, I've already seen it. I'll stay here and just chill." replied Marybeth.

"Ya know what? I'm not feeling all that great, I think I'll stay too." Molly added.

"You want me to stay, honey?"

"No, that's ok Eric, go watch the movie. Me and Marybeth can bond."

"Ok then sweetie. Have fun, hope you feel better."

The cars pulled out of the driveway, Molly stood waving until she could see that they were out of range. Then she went inside. Walking up the stairs, she found her way to Marybeth's door. She knocked.

"One minute!" Marybeth semi-yelled, scrambled rushing could be heard from the room.

Molly opened the door.

Marybeth stood there, a shirt half on, her pussy dripping. A glisten on her fingers let the imagination fill in the blanks.

"Marybeth, if you wanted to masturbate, you should have asked. I've got plenty of toys, and I'm always up for a little company."

*If John had a body, he would have been fully erect.*

"Wh-what? You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not! I masturbate all the time! It's fun, and when you get yourself a boyfriend, he'll love it."

"Re-really? I... I..."

"Want me to go get my toys and we can experiment?"

"Uh... I guess... Uh..."

Molly nodded and stood up, leaving Marybeth's room for her own, a wicked smile across her face. John was too horny to realize anything was amiss. Grabbing a box from under her bed, she brought it to Marybeth's room and dropped it on the floor. She sat down across from Marybeth.

"So, what do you want to use first?" Molly asked, upturning the box. Marybeth was astounded at the pile of toys that lay in front of her. She wanted to try them all.

"You pick, what's your favorite?"

"Well, I like them all. Let's start out basic, shall we?" Molly said, grabbing a green dildo from the pile.

"You know how to use these toys?"

"I think I can figure it out."

"Good."

Molly twisted the bottom of the dildo; the gelatinous cock began to vibrate. She handed it to Marybeth. Marybeth took it and looked at it. Unsure, she slowly pressed it against her pussy, a soft moan escaping her lips.

It wasn't long before Marybeth was thrusting the vibrating dildo in and out of her pussy, and Molly was grinding her fingers against the cotton of her panties.

*John was in heaven. Feeling the effects of masturbation and watching his cousin masturbate herself was too much. An orgasm swept through his mind.*

When the two were done playing, they moved on to bigger things. Molly pulled off her panties. John was still inside her.

"Here, let's get you cleaned." Molly said, grabbing Marybeth and dragging her to the bathroom. Molly explained and demonstrated all the steps required for an enema, and soon Marybeth's colon was as clean as could be. They left the bathroom and returned to Marybeth's room.

In her hand, Molly held a fat, red butt-plug. She placed it on the ground, and positioned her body over it, slowly lowering herself until the round tip was pressed against her asshole. With a slow pressure, the plug slid its way in, her sphincter getting past the large bulk of it and tightening itself when got to the slimmer part. Molly clenched her butt-cheeks a few times, and stood up.

"You do not know how good this feels. Let's get one in you." Molly said picking up a black one from the box. What Marybeth didn't notice was, this butt-plug was substantially larger then Molly's, and was built a very special way.

"Here, stand up Marybeth. Now squat like you have to pee in the woods. There we go." Molly instructed, holding the thick object beneath Marybeth.

"I don't really wanna do this... I don't know..." Marybeth spoke, her voice quavering.

"It's alright honey, you'll love it." Molly put a hand on Marybeth's back, and slowly pushed her downward. Marybeth let out a loud gasp and a whimper as the thick black monster entered her anus. When it was in all the way, Molly helped Marybeth to her feet. Marybeth moaned as she walked around, feeling mixed sensations from her think intruder.

"C'mon, let's see what else we can use." Molly said.

What Marybeth didn't know was that this butt-plug was not only a different color and size than Molly's, but it had some extra features as well. The base of the toy was a lot different then the think square one that was wedged between Molly's cheeks. The base on Marybeth's toy was long and slim, positioned so it would go up the line of her ass crack, effectively making it invisible, unless Marybeth were to bend over naked. The other thing was that his butt-plug had a tendency to not want to come out. By this, I mean that the only way it would come out is if somebody bent Marybeth over, grabbed the base, twisted it about 90 degrees, and pulled slowly.

*John was ecstatic. He had already had three orgasms, not including the one from Molly that had hit him. A wave of excitement hit him when his mind stumbled across the bit of information about the butt-plug. He couldn't contain himself.*

Next, Molly and Marybeth played with clit stimulators, vibrators, and all sorts of things. Then Molly broke out the secret weapon.

"Marybeth, have you ever tasted semen before?

"No... What does it taste like?"

You know your cousin John?" Molly asked. John was immediately alert.

"Yeah, why?" Marybeth asked cautiously

"Well, I caught him sniffing my panties..."

"No way! That is so funny! What did he do?"

"Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Yeah I will! Tell me, please..."

"Well, he came."

"Ohh, gross!"

"Right into a jar."

"A jar? Why?"

"I told him to. I blackmailed him."

"You told him... Do you still have the jar?"

"It's in my room. I could go get it..."

"I don't know..." Marybeth said, but it was too late, Molly was already up and out the door. She came walking back in with a glass jar in her hand, the jar filled with a milky fluid. She had stored it next to the heating duct, the fluid warm inside.

"Is that his?!"

"Yep."

"Wha... What are we gonna do with it?"

"I don't know, mess around. You ever give anyone a blow job?"

"N-no... I haven't really done anything with anyone."

"Well, let's get you some practice." Molly said, reaching into the pile of sex toys. First she pulled out a belt, or rather, a harness. Marybeth looked at it questionably.

"Don't worry." Molly reassured Marybeth. Reaching into the pile again, her hand was searching for the right toy.

"There we go." Molly pulled out a limp, realistic looking cock. She turned it over, and unscrewed the bottom. There was a small cavity. Grabbing the jar, she unscrewed the top and poured the content into the limp dildo. The liquid began to fill the prosthetic scrotum. When it was full, Molly grabbed the cap and screwed it back on.

"And voila." Molly shouted, the limp dildo now firmly attached to the harness.

"Marybeth. This dildo is pretty interesting. It has sensors in it, and when the sensors are 'stimulated', the dildo will shoot whatever is in it out, like a normal cock would. Some people like to use a flavored jelly, or even kinds of creams, but we, we're gonna use the real stuff." Molly informed. With a grunt, she bent over, and slowly pulled the plug from out of her ass. Marybeth went to do the same, but Molly stopped her. It wasn't necessary. Molly slid back into and pulled the harness on. She checked that nothing was behind her, and lay down.

"OK Marybeth, give it a try. Blow me." Marybeth just stood there, staring at the limp cock that was lying on Molly's stomach. Slowly, she kneeled down, and held it in her hand. She jumped when she felt it harden slightly, and looked at Molly. Molly only nodded. Marybeth sighed and placed the head of the cock in her mouth, sucking on it lightly. The dildo began to harden, making Marybeth's eyes widen. She quickly pulled the dildo out of her mouth.

"Go ahead; do whatever you think is necessary. Pretend I'm a guy." Molly instructed, sitting up a bit. Marybeth grabbed the fake cock with her hand, and began to run her hand up and down the shaft. The dildo hardened some more. Marybeth moved to her tongue next, running it from the head to the base, even venturing down to the limp ball sack. Now her lips pressed against the head, the dildo fully erect. She whirled her tongue around the bulbous tip, and pressed it against her cheek, tightening her mouth around it. Moving it from her cheek, she positioned her mouth over the top of the cock, and slowly moved her mouth down the base, taking more and more of it inside her. It pressed against the back of her throat, and she gagged, quickly pulling the dildo out. Strands of spit still connecting her to the toy.

"It's OK, just relax your throat when you do it next time."

Marybeth nodded and moved back over it, moving her lips around the shaft. She slowly began bobbing her head, every bob moving the dildo deeper in her mouth. When it hit the back of her mouth, she relaxed her muscles, the feeling of the cock now entering her esophagus making her eyes roll. Soon, she had the entire thing down her throat, her face buried in Molly's furry bush. Drool running freely from her mouth, coating the fake testicles and Molly's cunt alike, the cock tightened just a bit more. It was almost time. Quickly, Molly grabbed Marybeth's head and held it to her bush, the movement causing Marybeth to tighten with fear. The extra stimulation was just enough. The tip of the cock opened and sprayed load after load of sticky semen into Marybeth's throat.

"Swallow it. It's the only way."

Marybeth was almost gagging, but she quickly forced her self to swallow, allowing the salty fluid to enter her stomach. Molly let go of the back of Marybeth's head, but was shocked to see Marybeth still down there, bobbing her head along the entire length of the shaft. When she finally moved her mouth off, strands of cum streaking like a spider web between her mouth and the dildo, a final spurt erupted from the cock, plastering Marybeth in the face. She slowly wiped the fluid onto her hand, and sucked it from her fingers. With a small burp, she sat back, a dazed smile on her face.

"That felt amazing... All the warm, sticky mess going into me all at once, it was unbelievable..."

"Wanna hear something even kinkier?"

"What? Tell me."

"That thong over there... Your cousin came on them. I've been wearing them since yesterday night."

"Oh god... No way."

"No lie."

"That's so hot."

"Hey, wanna play a game?

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well, you'll be me, and I'll be my husband, and we can role-play and fuck. I've already got the cock on."

"Uh, OK... One condition..."

"What?"

"I get to wear the panties that John came in."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

-A few minutes later-

Molly was dressed in jeans and a loose T-shirt. She was braless, and wearing her husbands boxer briefs. The outline of the dildo pressed against the leg of her pants.

"Now you get dressed." Marybeth nodded.

Marybeth went and grabbed one of her bras, seeing as how she was a cup larger than Molly was, and grabbed one of Molly's shirts. It was too small, but she forced herself in anyway, the tight constriction on her breasts making a tingle flow through her body. She then decided to layer up. She grabbed a pair of Molly's solid black nylons, and pulled them up her body, the crotch-less material adding a sexy feel to her body. Then the thong. She grabbed it by the top and placed her legs through the holes.

*John's mind was yelling for her to stop.*

She pulled the damp fabric up her legs, finally coming to a stop, resting tight against her meaty labia.

*John felt a tugging, and then a ripping as part of him was pulled into Marybeth's body.*

Then came the miniskirt.

-Play Time-

Marybeth sat on Molly's bed, her legs splayed open, waiting for her husband to walk through the door. The door opened quickly, and Molly stood there, a hungry look in her eye. Seeing her wife like this the only thing Molly could do was pet her flaccid cock. Boy, would she have fun tonight. Molly ripped her shirt off, and quickly strode over to Marybeth. She straddled her, pressing all her weight on Marybeth's hips, immobilizing her.

"Suck my dick, bitch!" Molly commanded. Marybeth rushed to comply, anything for her husband. She quickly undid Molly's belt. Molly yanked her jeans off and tossed them in a corner. Marybeth could see her lover's cock outlined against her tight fitting underwear. She stroked it through the material, unable to wait. Molly pulled her briefs off, her cock dangling between her legs, resting on Marybeth's chest. Without hesitation, Marybeth grabbed it and immediately began to pump it, feeling it harden in her soft hands. Molly got off her bitch, and sat on the bed, reclining. Marybeth obeyed and immediately took her in her mouth. Pumping vigorously, she could taste cum dancing on her tongue. Once Molly was hard, she pulled away. Marybeth lay back, and Molly quickly lifted the hem of her slut's skirt, exposing the soiled panties and black pantyhose.

With a tug, the thong was off, Marybeth unwilling covering herself. Molly growled, and Marybeth obeyed. With a pull, the tight fitting shirt was off, and then the bra, Marybeth's fleshy globes jiggling. With a grunt, Molly positioned her self between Marybeth's split legs, and roughly slid her tongue past the fuzzy fat lips, into her folds. Marybeth moaned as she was eaten. Molly using her tongue and teeth, nibbling on Marybeth's swollen clit. Before Marybeth could come to climax, Molly stopped.

"Get on your hands and knees, you fucking slut." Marybeth obeyed her lover. Molly smacked Marybeth's ass, applying pressure to the thick plug. Marybeth moaned loudly, a bout of fluid sliding from her swollen pussy. Molly took the large cock, and presses it against her meaty folds, and thrust inward. Her cock thrust in and out, greased up from Marybeth's soaking cunt. It felt good to be in control again. Marybeth whimpered with each thrust, Molly only smiled. It wasn't long before Marybeth lay flat on the bed, a pool of cum leaking out of her used pussy.