Big Night Stick

  BIG NIGHT STICK

  (GENDER BENDING ADULT EROTICA)

  By Richard Wellhung

  Copyright 2014 Richard Wellhung

  All Rights Reserved

  You aren't satisfied unless he is Wellhung...

  BIG NIGHT STICK

  (GENDER BENDING ADULT EROTICA)

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  A security guard bites off more than he can chew when he interrupts a dark magic ritual involving kinky sex.

  He used to worry about keeping the kids in line at the mall but now, he worries about keeping the hard cocks in line while he soothes his new desires the only way he knows how.

  WARNING: This story contains a naughty gender bending tale with a guy who becomes a girl who just can't get it big or hard enough... It contains content some readers may find offensive. You're not one of those readers though, are you? -

  Richard Welling-

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  "For a cock sucking amateur, I was a natural... "

  Big Night Stick

  This morning, I was Eric Jackson, a 37-year old man and a proud protector of the innocent and defender of private property here at the West Bloomfield Shopping Center and Family Entertainment MegaPlex. Right now, I have the body of a hot female 19 or 20 year old girl. I'm in a men's bathroom stall, wiping cum off of my face patting the thigh of the man I'm sitting on in that

  "good job" sort of way that coaches do to athletes who just made a great play.

  It all made perfect sense when you thought about it.

  Two hours ago:

  Damn hipster tweaker kids, always breaking into a store when they see the

  "Under Construction" tape come out. Leave it to those punks to fuck up something in my mall as soon as they thought my back was turned.

  It's not really my mall, but it's my job to keep it safe. I work security here and if not for me, the skaters would be doing tricks over the rails, kids would be playing in fountains and God, the West bathrooms would be Sodom & Gomorrah with all the hookers and glory holes that we find in there.

  I slid past the gate at this store, and was greeted by tape and building equipment strewn about.

  "Dumbass kids. Whole mall to themselves and they want to play around in a filthy construction site? What the fuck?"

  As I walked further into the store, the white noise of a busy mall started to fade away and I began to hear other sounds. The small opening area gave way to a larger area that looked untouched by the construction. I heard moans and slurping and a few curse words in a voice not my own, but using a few of my personal favorites.

  I walked back the front room of the empty store and got back to the rear to see a

  scene straight out of some kind of bacchanalian supernatural comic book.

  All signs of construction were gone and the place was as tidy as an operating room except for the weird scene in the middle. There were strange markings, stars with circles around them and half moons super imposed over whole ones, all over the floor and the walls and candles all over the place. Inside the largest of the drawings and amongst the candles was a naked sweaty mass of humanity that had to be at least a dozen men and women.

  It was hard to tell who exactly was tending to whom, but it didn't look like they were being particularly picky as to where their fingers or tongues landed.

  The men were all great shape and they looked like clones of the same tall athletic guy, just with different races and hairstyles. I couldn't see everybody's cock, because some of them were balls deep into a fellow orgy attendee, but the ones I saw were huge. I'm not gay or anything, but I was a little taken aback by being around all these huge pricks. I'd been in the gym showers plenty of times but never around this much porn star sized meat before.

  Don't get me wrong, I could hold my own in a room full of swinging dicks, but this looked like a meeting of the MVPs of the league.

  The women had all sorts of body types and spanned all ages. Nothing homogenous about them except the fact that they all seemed to be having the time of their lives. Some were as thin as models and looked like they had college exams they should of been studying for. Others were old enough to be those girls' mothers, and had the curves to prove it. The odd thing was that the women were all covered in painted on drawings on their bodies. Stars with moons and stuff that I can't even describe was all over each of them.

  It was intense. A man was on his knees and had a woman bent over, plowing her from the back while another woman stood in front of him and held up her leg like a ballerina so he could eat her out. A curvy woman lay on her side while one of the guys fucked her from the front and another took her from the rear. All I could make out of her was a beefy forearm wrapped around the muscular tanned shoulder of the guy plowing her from the front. Her face was a mask of pleasure and she nodded in rhythm with the synchronized poundings that were moving her back and forth.

  There was another older woman on her back and there had to be at least 5

  people all around her, everybody servicing and pleasuring her from a different angle. A pair of Adonises were massaging rubbing her legs, two women let their tongues liberally travel around her breasts and the nape of her neck and another of the Adonises was working her pussy with two hands and some sort of toy in his mouth. His face was moving back and forth in between her legs and I could tell by the strain in his neck muscles that he was working hard. Whatever he was doing, it must of been great because her other helpers had to hold her still, she was writhing uncontrollably in pleasure.

  As crazy as it was, my dick was getting hard watching all of this action.

  These men had pussy, breasts and ass to enjoy and they all had more than they needed on their hands. Tongues, fingers and cocks were spoiling the women rotten and I thought maybe nobody would mind if I lent a hand.

  I wasn't some bronzed Adonis like these guys, but I was in good enough shape to have some balls that deserved to be licked. Shit, they probably needed me, pretty boys like that never knew how to fuck, too worry about messing up their perfect hair or getting a scratch on one of their perfect muscles.

  The glow of their sweaty bodies, lit only by the candlelight, was almost ghostly.

  They must have been at it for a while, enjoying one another and offering all sorts of carnal pleasures, because a light sheen of sweat covered every inch of their writhing bodies and the air was so thick with the aroma of sex that I could taste it.

  The closest group to me was three men and a woman. They were too engulfed in their work to notice me in the darker outer area of the room and I thought I had better do some more investigating before I broke things up. The shadows didn't let me see their faces clear enough to ID them, but the sounds told me everything I needed to know. Besides the slurping of hungry mouths and the flesh smacking against flesh, there was a buzzing sound that came from their little trio.

  She was laying on her stomach on top of one man with her knees on the floor and her pussy just above his face.
I couldn't see his face, just his long brown hair moving back and forth as he hungrily devoured her from below.

  There was another man, on his knees behind her, and nearer to the other man than I would of been comfortable if my hard dick was swinging around. He didn't seem to mind too much, he just sat there crouched and stroking her ass with a small toy with one hand and his own cock with the other. I couldn't see what kind of toy it was, but the buzzing was definitely coming from whatever was buried in her ass.

  She had all sorts of drawings on her skin that I couldn't really make out in the candlelight, but it looked like more of some kind of witchcraft shit. It looked like something familiar, but I wasn't able to do any symbolic analysis because I was too focused on her perfect ass being spread by the eager fingers of the lucky son of a bitch whose face she was riding. The guy on his knees has a good grip on her ass and spread it with fingers he wasn't holding the toy with.

  She was moaning with ecstasy but the sounds were muffled by the man in front of her and the penis that she had in between those pretty red lips. The cock belonged to some lucky bastard who wasn't just a lucky bastard for getting an invite to this little shindig, he clearly won the genetic lottery to boot. He was well built and tall and had long hair and five o'clock shadow the way those guys who are on the cover of romance novels always seem to have. When he leaned back and she lifted her head off of his cock, I could see that he was blessed with a nice sized python that she was talented to be able to swallow.

  I was viewing them sideways, and I was amazed at how much of his meat she took into his mouth with every thrust. When he leaned backwards and his cock was unhidden by her throat, even I had to admit to myself that he was huge. She must of been sucking the life out of this guy if his moans were even halfway sincere.

  Seriously, I wasn't gay, but I was comfortable enough in my masculinity to say that this was a good looking guy. Plus, it was hard to think gay thoughts when you see a pretty girl giving out pleasure like that.

  I can't believe my luck. Nothing cool like this ever happens to me. I was just doing my rounds and here I am walking in orgy Tuesdays or some shit. I'm sure there was some quid pro quo involved, or drugs or something behind all of this, but my investigation didn't turn up any proof positive of that. As a matter of fact, my investigation consisted of me standing in the shadows and watching her work his shaft up and down with her mouth.

  The sounds of slurping and humming rang in my ears and were a great soundtrack as I beat my meat and imagined that it was my dick in her mouth.

  Every extra slurp made me squeeze just a bit harder and thought I was going to shoot my load in record time.

  "Ahem, ahem."

  I might of overlooked the "ahem" coming from behind me if it wasn't accompanied by a tap on the shoulder.

  I jumped and turned around, so shocked I took my hand off my dick, threw my hands up and got into a fighting stance.

  A man can't look but so tough with his hard dick jumping around but I did my best.

  Unsure what to expect, the last thing I thought I would see was exactly what I was greeted with.

  I stood eye-to-eye with a woman a little older than I, naked, covered in sweat belly chains and markings, smiling with her eyes. We were so close that my penis smacked her naked thigh when I spun around. She had red hair past her shoulders, a nice set of breasts with pointy nipples that sat at the end of breasts that topped a curvy midsection. She stood there twisting her upper body left and right and back again, pivoting on one foot, just staring at me with those gorgeous grey eyes.

  "Do you want to play?" she asked in a sultry voice that was everything I ever thought my sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Jones, would sound like when she invited me to fuck in my nightly wet dreams.

  Unable to say anything cool, I just nodded "Yes" with all the calm and collectedness that I could muster, which is to say not much at all. My head bounced like a bobble doll as I started to unbutton my shirt.

  The mystery woman in front of me took a step and gave me a peck on each cheek. She got on her tippy toes to give me a peck on my forehead and then on my lips. She mumbled something; maybe some of that mumbo jumbo that everybody seemed to be on around here, and the last thing she said came out like

  a question that I couldn't understand.

  Again, nodding like an excited idiot, I would agree to anything if she let me get a taste of her. She smelled like a woman should, soft and warm and inviting.

  I wanted to fuck her, of course, but I was damn near ready to do more than that.

  I wanted to make love to this gorgeous woman in front of me...before I jumped into the orgy and fucked the rest of those women silly... of course.

  I leaned in to kiss her pretty little nipples but her hands met my face, stopping me an inch away.

  Shaking her head, she just kept on mumbling, louder as she went on, but still indecipherable.

  Soft warm hands laid on my face and I was a slave to their every whim.

  She directed me towards her belly chain and the charms hanging off of it.

  Cupping my chin, she brought my face to within an inch of her skin, so close I could see the goose bumps, and then she put one of her charms in my mouth.

  I sucked it, because when a gorgeous naked woman at an orgy asks you if you want to play, you do whatever you have to do to act cool and worthy of an orgy.

  Coach used to always say "when you get to the end zone, you have to act like you've been there before." I sucked that charm with all the smoothness and pizzazz that a man in a security uniform with his hard cock out could muster, which is to say not much at all.

  I repeated the same thing with the other charms, sucking them in whatever order she presented them to me.

  Finally, thinking I had earned my reward, she lowered my head and let my nose pass through the landing strip of hair that was adorning her feminine mound. It smelled delicious and inviting and I was about to get the golden key to paradise.

  I inhaled deeply and prepared myself to coat my face in her juices.

  I flicked my tongue out, intending to do a little dance on her clit and get her good and ready. It seemed like the journey from her landing strip to her pussy

  was taking forever. I finally began to feel flesh, instead of hair, and for one moment, my tongue was on fire when it touched her clit.

  And then everything went black. And everything was cold. And...I was on the floor.

  My naked temptress was gone and so was the orgy. The candles were cleaned up, the drawings were gone and I was all alone in a store that looked like it was closed for renovations.

  I had to brush a few cobwebs out of my eyes before I could make out the ceiling.

  I stood up and before I could take a step, my pants fell down around my ankles, and then those damn cobwebs were back in my eyes.

  I went to go brush them out of my face again but I felt a tugging on my head when I did it this time.

  "This stuff must be stuck in my hair" as I kept pulling while I bent down to pick up my pants. My sleeves felt big, almost baggy, and my hands were fistfuls of cloth when I grabbed my belt and those fucking cobwebs were back in my face.

  "What the fuck?"

  Fumbling with my clothes and these cobwebs, I bent over and saw a cute girl looking at me through a window who was struggling to get her clothes together at the same time. I was surprised to see her and I stumbled a bit. My heart skipped a beat when she did the same thing. I realized that I wasn't looking at a girl through a window, I was looking at myself in a mirror!

  "Oh shit fu...what the fuck?!"

  I tripped over myself, and landed on my ass, never breaking eye contact with this stranger in the mirror, who just so happened to trip over herself and maintain eye contact the same way I did.

  Not even bothering to try to stand up, I crawled over to the mirror like a manic on my hands and knees, muttering curses as I crossed the few feet that separated the mirror and I until my nose was practically touching the glass.

  I was lo
oking at my reflection but it wasn't me. Cobwebs weren't caught in my

  hair, my hair was actually blonde and down past my shoulders now. My face had softer curves and was free of stubble for the first time since I hit puberty. My chiseled movie star good looks (that's how I remembered them) were gone and I had the face of a cute girl instead. I looked old enough to drink but I would still get carded. I touched myself as I explored my features, learning the new curves and angles of my own face.

  It was all too surreal. I decided that I needed to get out of there and clear my head.

  I didn't remember actually walking or opening doors or moving at all. It was like somebody was doing everything for me and I was watching. I had a front row seat at a movie and I could direct a few scenes, but it wasn't me playing out any of the parts.

  After the initial surprise, the real surprise was that I wasn't panicked at all.

  It was a little strange, but I thought it had to be a dream or some kind of hallucination, so I kind of went with it.

  This can't be real, can't be. I must be high, one of the guys must of slipped something into my drink in the break room. I'm tripping balls right now. I need to throw some cold water on my face and snap out of it before somebody sees me high off my ass like this.

  I splashed some cold water on my face and I looked in the mirror.

  "Damn, I’m still a woman."

  If I was high, this really must of been the good shit.

  Well shit. If I'm high, I'm going to enjoy it. At least I'm hot.

  I ran some more water, this time opting for the warm because I needed to relax.

  Taking stock of my situation, I glanced and saw my hands. I was a young woman with grey eyes, hair past my shoulders and a million dollar smile. Cute in a girl next door kind of way. My security outfit was loose fitting everywhere but my chest, where it was stretched a little tight around my new curves up top.

  I touched my cheeks and ran my hand all over my face, getting familiar with my new face. I started at my round high cheeks and lingered on my cheekbones.

  Second, I traced down to the dimples next to my smile. My lips were full and soft to the touch. My chin was the next thing my fingertips explored, and I marveled at how this new hairless, slender, softer version looked.