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Behind me, Kenneth swayed a little. I realized he was really drunk. Well, sometimes you had to get a little crazy in order to cross a border. This would be my first anal experience, a new territory for me. Maybe enough to please Hermes.
After a few false tries, we found an unoccupied room, what looked like a guest room. There was a simple bed with throw pillows in one corner, an undecorated dresser in another corner, and a full-length mirror.
Kenneth stripped off his shirt, but kept on his underwear. He kissed my neck and shoulders, then tilted my head and kissed my lips, sliding in his tongue. His hands were everywhere, squeezing my breasts and my ass. I kept the towel bunched between us, though his hips kept jutting against it.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking down at the towel.
"I guess... I guess I'm a little nervous," I said.
Kenneth said, "Why don't I help you relax? Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed. I'll give you a massage." He held open his large hands with lengthy fingers. "A rancher's hands are good for massage."
"Okay, but turn around while I undress."
Kenneth winked and turned to face the closed door. I untied my top and pulled down my jeans and underwear. My cock stood out proudly from my body, a ten-inch giant swollen and pink. Oh god, how was I going to show Kenneth this? In the full-length mirror I could see my whole body, my long black hair fallen wildly over my fair shoulders and small but perky tits, the curve of my hips, my fit ass, and that huge wild cock. Pre-cum gleamed at the tip.
"Are you ready?" Kenneth asked.
Panicking, I leapt onto the bed. I reached down and pulled my cock and balls as far up as I could, then lay on my belly. I'd just have to figure things out and hope that Kenneth was ready for a surprise.
Kenneth reached down into his crumpled jeans and took out a small bottle of something. "Denver gave me this when he saw us talking," he said. "It's oil, good for massage. And... other things."
Kenneth climbed onto the bed and straddled me, his knees on each side of my hips. I could feel my cock pressed between my belly and the bed, twitching in pleasurable agony.
Kenneth squirted some oil onto his hands, and started rubbing it into my shoulders. His hands felt great- broad palms, long fingers, strong thumbs. He searched out knots and tangled muscles and eased them into relaxation. He ran his hands up and down my back, over my shoulders and arms. Everywhere he touched responded with pleasure. Finally he started working his hands down to my ass. He rubbed my ass cheeks, focusing on the sides and beneath. I felt a tingle of panic and pleasure and his thumbs circled down under my asscheeks. He then gently spread my cheeks. I felt air on my asshole.
"Listen, Cass. I'm going to try something, and if you don't like it let me know. I think this'll kind of ease you into being ready for anal. Your whole body is so clean right now, every inch of you smells like a bubble bath."
Kenneth lowered his head and, keeping my ass cheeks spread, gently probed around the circumference of my asshole with the tip of his tongue. My whole body leapt with pleasure. "Oh!" I moaned.
"Is that okay?"
"Hell yes!"
Kenneth laughed, then again lowered his face to my ass. Very gently, he flicked the tip of his tongue over my asshole. I felt my hole pucker and open, responding to his touch. Kenneth lay the flat of his tongue on my asshole and slowly lapped it. He moved his thumbs to either side of my asshole and gently rubbed half-circles. Oh god, it felt amazing. I felt muscles and nerves responding in pleasure like they never had before.
Kenneth kept licking my asshole with the flat of his tongue. Then he placed the tip of it right in the center and gently pushed. I felt the tip of his tongue entering my asshole. His thumbs kept rubbing around my asshole while his palms squeezed and massaged my cheeks. Kenneth moved the tip of his tongue in and out, and the naughtiness of what he was doing, this great transgression, turned me on so much. I started bucking my hips against the bed, feeling my cock rub against the sheets.
"I want to feel how wet you are," Kenneth said. He reached down beneath my hips and felt for my vagina.
Instead he put his hand right on my big swollen cock.
"What the hell?" he asked.
I gasped and sat up. My asshole still tingled from his tongue, and my penis was huge and erect. Looking down at Kenneth's underwear, I could see that my cock was way bigger than his.
"Uh, I can explain," I said.
Kenneth shook his head. "It's okay, it was just unexpected," he said. I just need a moment."
He took a few deep breaths. His cheeks were flushed and he had a wild look in his eyes.
"Kenneth, are you okay?"
"I think..." he groaned, "that I'm really drunk. I'm going to lay down for a moment."
Kenneth sprawled down on the bed. I saw his eyelids flickering. "Oh shit, you're really drunk, aren't you?"
Kenneth nodded. "And you're... a man? Transgendered? What are you?"
"I guess I'm cursed," I said. "I'm going to get you some water."
As I slid my jeans up over my legs, Kenneth whispered, "Cass! Cassidy!" I could tell he was almost asleep.
"Yeah?" I asked. In truth, I didn't even want to look at the guy. I was so embarrassed, but also extremely turned on. I'd never had my asshole licked before, and I was amazed by how good it had felt.
Kenneth lifted himself onto an elbow and took a deep breath. "I want you to know... that you have a really amazing dick. I'm kind of jealous."
I laughed. "Yeah, I've been getting used to it."
"Huh?"
"Don't you worry. I'm sorry tonight didn't work out."
"It's okay, Cass," Kenneth slurred. All the drinking we'd done tonight was catching up to him quickly. "Maybe when I'm back in town we can try again."
"Hopefully I'll be different then, too."
Kenneth lay back down and closed his eyes. I zipped up my pants, put on my top, and left to find a clean glass and some water.
Outside the guest room, the party was still raging. I weaved my way through drunk guests and couples making out in shadowed corners. In the kitchen, I filled a glass with tap water and made my way back to the room.
Kenneth was fully asleep, drooling and snoring. I put the water on the dresser, then caught my reflection in the mirror.
I was shocked by just how feminine I still looked. When I'd first realized I'd grown a dick, I was worried the rest of my body would start changing. But I still had all the curves in the right places, and my skin was still fair and hairless where it counted. I had my deep blue eyes and my full red lips, my proud chin and dimpled collar bones than men loved to kiss.
I had a sudden urge to see exactly what had shocked Kenneth so much. For the third time that night, I untied my top, stripped off my jeans and underwear, and stood fully naked in front of the mirror. I saw my large pink nipples, my tight abs, my little triangle of black hair above the big ten-inch dick hanging down between my legs.
Well was that really anything to be shocked at? I mean, it was a handsome enough cock. No spots, a few thick veins at the base, a smooth pink head. It was the kind of cock I'd personally have loved to fuck. And it was mine. I suddenly felt outright proud of the cock. I mean, what other girls here at the party had a cock like this between their legs? I started posing with my dick in the mirror, looking at it from different sides, lifting it up to see beneath.
In the hall, I heard Piri's voice. "Cassidy, are you here?"
Before I could do anything, Piri had opened the door. "Cass?"
Her eyes went to me posing naked before the mirror, then to Kenneth passed out on the bed, then back to me. I saw her gaze drop to between my legs.
Piri closed the door. "Holy shit, did you just peg Kenneth? That's the most realistic strap-on I've ever seen."
I gulped.
Piri was back in her short-shorts, but still topless, as I'd seen her at multiple parties. Her round breasts, tipped with large dark nipples, seemed to defy gravity before her little frame. She stepped closer to me, whispering conspiratorially. "I've always wanted to peg a guy, but I could never bring it up. How was it? I didn't take Kenneth for the pegging type."
"It was... good," I said. "Kenneth's definitely an ass man."
Piri giggled. She took a closer look at my dick. "Wow, look at the detail on it. What's it made of? Did you glue it on? Is there an insert in your vagina? Can I touch it?"
Before I could say anything, Piri got on her knees and gently lay a few fingers on the head of my cock. Immediately it leapt to attention, swelling up. "Oh my god!" Piri cried, leaping to her feet. On the bed, Kenneth muttered in his sleep.
I shushed Piri. "I can explain!" I said. "I... somehow, I grew a cock this morning. I didn't have one yesterday, I now I have one today."
"Are you serious?" Piri asked. She looked me square in the face. Her hand hadn't left my dick, and it was seriously swelling now, getting firm and thick.
I nodded. "It's crazy, I know, but it's the truth."
Piri looked down at the dick growing in her hand. She wrapped her fingers further around its girth. "God, Cass I'm... kind of jealous. I've always kind of fantasized about having a penis."
"I know! Me too! But now I have one and it's just insane. It wants to get touched all the time!"
"Yeah, I can see that." By now my cock had grown to almost full size, and was standing out at half-mast. It looked simply ridiculous. Piri turned towards the full-length mirror. We made an odd couple within it, one naked pale girl with a big cock, and one short golden-skinned girl with her hand on that cock. Seeing her hand still there, Piri lifted it with a start. "Sorry, I actually didn't realize I was still touching it."
"Um... it's okay. I really can't stop touching it either."
"What have you done with it?"
I listed my adventures, starting with masturbating in the library, continuing to Theo getting me off in the shower, all the way to having my ass eaten by Kenneth.
"So that's why you were acting so weird in the pool," Piri realized. "Well it's nothing to be embarrassed by. I'm sure it'll pass. Dick today, gone tomorrow, you know?"
"Well, that's the thing. I talked with Professor Dartien today, who's kind of an expert on weird magic stuff like this, and she says I need to figure out how to end this curse. She says I need to be willing to cross a border and try to be a new person in a new place. Try new things."
Piri couldn't stop staring at my cock. Under her attention, it was standing at full length and girth, swollen and huge and twitching with my heartbeat. "Isn't just having a cock a new experience?"
I shrugged. I was enjoying seeing Piri so close to my cock in the reflection of the mirror. She kept unconsciously licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, half-reaching for the cock and then recovering herself. She shifted her legs, rubbing her golden thighs together.
"I thought maybe having anal sex for the first time would be crossing a boundary. I guess getting my asshole licked wasn't enough, since my dick's still there."
Piri continued to stare at my dick. A bead of pre-cum bubbled to the top. She poked the tip of her tongue from her lips and appeared to be thinking.
"Well I've got an idea," she said.
"Oh yeah?"
Piri stepped even closer to me. Her belly pushed against my cock, and the head and shaft was pressed between our bodies. "What if," she whispered, her face inches from mine, "you fuck a girl?"
I was panting. I looked into Piri's green eyes and saw my face reflected back. "Are you sure?"
"God yes. When will I ever have the opportunity to get fucked by my best girlfriend's cock? I mean, I'm not a lesbian, but you are really turning me on right now."
I looked around the room. "Where?" I asked. "Kenneth's kind of taking the bed right now."
"Just stay here," Piri said. "Take a look in that mirror. Is that not the hottest thing you've ever seen?"
I looked. I saw Piri placing her fingers on my cock again, running them lightly from the head down to the shaft. "Keep watching in the mirror," she said.
Piri, facing me, kneeled down on the balls of her feet so that the shape of her ass showed clearly from inside the cut-off jean-shorts. I watched the muscles and golden skin of her back and shoulders, and the thick short cut of her hair. She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock- her little hand actually couldn't enclose the whole thing. "Jesus, it's big," she muttered. "Do you think it'll fit?"
With the tip of her tongue, she first tasted the pre-cum at the tip of my penis, then ran her tongue around and around my head. I groaned. Watching her in the mirror, I didn't know where to put my hands. It didn't feel right to put them on her head, and standing with my hands on my hips felt too much like a pirate getting a blowjob. But my eyes kept trailing over my body, so I started running my hands over my breasts. I pinched my nipples and squeezed my tits while Piri licked me below.
While slowly pumping my shaft with both her hands, Piri ran her tongue from the head of my cock all down the bottom to my balls. She sucked my balls into her mouth while stroking my shaft faster. Then she licked back up to the top. "Do you like that? Does it feel good?" she asked. Looking down in her green eyes I could only nod mutely.
In the mirror, I saw Piri take one hand and start rubbing her ass through her shorts. She sucked the head of my cock into her lips, and with one hand started rubbing between her cheeks. I kept looking between the mirror, at my tits and Piri's ass, and then back down at Piri with her lips around the head of my cock.
Piri popped the head of my cock from her lips and smiled at me. "I'm no good at deep-throating," she confessed. "And besides I wouldn't want to try with this monster. But I am so goddamned turned on. You stay standing right there."
Piri stood and faced the mirror. I could see over her head, and her green eyes met mine in the reflection. She ran her hands down over her round breasts and dark nipples, and over her taut belly. She unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them and her panties down together. Piri was completely clean-shaven, and her vagina was hot and swollen. Still keeping her eyes on me, Piri placed her fingers in her lips, then with her fingertips wet lowered her hand to her vagina. Her fingers ran over her clit and vanished between her pussy lips. Her eyelids flickered and she hooked her fingers into her pussy and started rocking her hand back and forth.
Meanwhile, she reached back with one hand and felt for my cock. I stepped closer, the head of my cock pressing against the small of her back. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and started pumping again, all the while fingering her own pussy. I put my hands on Piri's hips, feeling pleasure fill my entire body.
Piri lowered the head of my cock between her thighs. In the mirror, I saw the swollen pink head rub up against her pussy lips. They spread around the head, and Piri rocked back and forth over it, getting my cock wet with her juices. She reached back and pulled me close to her so that my body spooned hers. My cock thrust between her thighs, standing out a few inches from her body. "Hey look," Piri joked. "Now I've got a penis.
Piri reached up and held onto the back of my neck. With her other hand, she grabbed onto the small of my back. She rocked her hips back and forth over my cock, her pussy lips spreading. I ran my hands all over her body. I grabbed and squeezed a round breast with one hand, pinching the nipple in my fingers. With the other I reached up and placed a finger in Piri's mouth. She started sucking my finger, her green eyes never leaving mine.
Piri leaned forward and grabbed the frame of the mirror. I saw below her pussy lips hanging wet beneath the rose of her asshole. For a moment I had the urge to kneel and put my tongue there between her cheeks. But Piri had other ideas. She reached back, grabbed my cock, and placed the head between her pussy lips.
"Are you ready to cross a boundary?" she asked.
"Fuck yes," I replied, and a thrust into the pussy of my friend.
"Oh! Slow, Cassy, go slow! You're going to split me wide open!"
I slowed my thrust. "Sorry, Piri. I'm, uh, not used to this."
"It's okay," Piri replied. "You just stand there with your hands on my hips. Let me handle this."
Piri pulled her hips forward until just the head of my cock was in her vagina. I could feel her squeezing my head, and it took every ounce of self control not to shove the full ten inches into her. Piri started rocking back little by little, introducing a bit more of my shaft into her pussy. Each time she rocked forward, she pulled everything except the tip of my cock from her vagina, then moved back towards me. I loved feeling her pussy lips rubbing along the head and shaft of my cock. Slowly, slowly, more of my cock vanished into her. In the mirror, I could see that Piri had her eyes closed, a look of concentrating wrinkling her brows. I looked down. Over half my cock was inside her, and her pussy lips were stretched wide. "Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah, it feels really good. It's just... a lot of cock."
"Hey, stop for a moment."
I reached around Piri's hip and down to her pussy. I could feel my cock there, stretching out her little vagina. Her pussy juices had coated the shaft. I momentarily wrapped my hands around the shaft, enjoying the feeling, then raised my fingers to Piri's clit. With her pussy lips so spread around the girth of my cock, Piri's clit stood out like the tip of a pinky finger. I started rubbing it. Piri gasped in pleasure.
Her hips started rocking again, faster. I rubbed her clit faster, then ran my fingers over her pussy lips around my big dick. Piri started thrusting back, taking more and more of my cock into her. I kept rubbing, changing from small circles to up and down motions, then reaching down to feel myself entering her.
In the mirror, I saw Piri's eyes closed but this time with more pleasure. Little gasps escaped her mouth, and she had her tongue pressed firmly against the inside of her cheek. I felt something pressing against me. Piri's ass had reached my crotch as the last inch of my cock slid into her.
"Oh god!" Piri cried. "Just hold it there! Keep rubbing!"
As I rubbed my fingers in tight little circles around her clit, Piri rocked her hips just a little on my cock. I could feel the entire length and girth buried within her pussy. Piri breathed faster and faster. "I love it!" she whispered. "I feel myself just being stretched all the way. I couldn't take another little tiny bit of it, I'd split in half. I want to keep feeling it there. Oh god, kiss me, kiss me!"
I leaned forward and met Piri's turned face. I'd only kissed girls while drunk or on a bet, and this was different. I locked my lips with Piri, continuing to rub her clit fiercely. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and groaned. Hot air exploded from her lungs, her whole body shook, and I realized Piri was climaxing. "Mmmmmmmmmm!"
I felt my cock swelling up even bigger. I grabbed Piri's hips and started pulling back and shoving in. I started slow, enjoying the feeling of my cock being squeezed by her pussy, pulling almost all of it out before slowly re-entering. But soon I picked up the pace. Piri's body flowed over mine, and I loved the feeling of her ass cheeks pressing back at me as the last inch of my cock slid into her. I increased the pace, and rather than pressing, her ass started slapping against me. Piri's whole body was shaking with each thrust, and she cried out at each slap of her ass. "Yes! Cass! Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, just like that!"
I was possessed. I dug my fingers into Piri's hips and thrust, harder and faster, my cock covered in fluid, my jaws clenched in pleasure and effort.
Piri screamed out, "I'm cumming again! JESUS!"
Kenneth snorted on the bed.
She reached back and held onto my lower back as I thrust harder and harder into her, my full ten inches vanishing between her pussy lips. In the mirror her tits bounced with each thrust and her head was arced back to show her shallow, passionate breaths and full lips.
I felt my own balls tightening. "Oh god, Piri, I'm going to-"
Piri dropped to her knees and wrapped both hands around my cock. "Yeah Cass, cum, I want to see it, I want to see you shoot all over, show me, show me!"
Her dirty talk turned me on even more. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror, watching Piri pump my cock. I saw she had pointed the head of my cock right at our reflection. With a loud groan, I exploded. Strings of cum shot out onto the mirror. Once, twice, three times and more, each time Piri pumped my cock more cum exploded outwards.
I collapsed to the floor, pulling Piri with me. She curled up within my arms. I kissed the back of her neck. "I feel like that was a boundary crossed."
Piri giggled. "Do you think people heard us crossing? Were we caught?"
I smiled and squeezed Piri tightly. "I don't even care anymore. That was amazing."
"You're my best friend, Cass."
"I know."
I took a deep breath, pleasure flowing through me and into Piri, and then back into my body.
I woke up in the morning, Piri still in my arms.
Kenneth, I assumed, had draped a quilt from the bed over our sleeping bodies. Who knows what the poor guy had thought, or even remembered, when he had woken up to see us curled up together, and the mirror covered in cum. But the bed was empty, and Kenneth's clothes were gone. I was glad to see that the glass of water I'd left for him was empty, too. He'd probably have a wicked hang-over today.
The morning air was cold, so I snuggled closer to my sleeping friend. She murmured something and pressed back against me. I felt something below, and realized I'd woken up with something I'd seen before but never experienced. Morning wood.
My cock was fully erect and pressed flat against Piri's round ass. It felt good, but a little uncomfortable. I reached down and adjusted so that my cock was between Piri's thighs. It felt better, less restricted.
Piri murmured again and rocked her hips back against me. I looked at her face. She was still sleeping, but smiling. Having a good dream, I assumed. She continued to rock her hips against me, and then I realized she was rubbing her pussy against my cock. It made my dick swell up even larger. Piri groaned, "Mmmmm."
Her beautiful green eyes fluttered open. She smiled wider to see me curled around her. "Good morning, lovely Cassidy," she said. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "What's going on down there?"
"Morning wood," I explained.
"Holy shit, I'm so jealous again!" Piri laughed. "Though I'll say it feels pretty good on my part, too." She kept rocking back and forth, and soon enough her pussy lips had spread around the head of my cock.
"Oh god Piri," I moaned.
Piri pressed backwards until once again my cock started to slide into her pussy. "I guess this means the curse hasn't ended," she said, reaching down to rub her clit.
I shook my head. "As long as it lasts a few minutes longer I'll be happy."
I grabbed Piri's hips, flipped her onto her belly. She squealed in pleasure. There in the guest bedroom, beneath the ratty old quilt in the cold morning air, we kept warm by fucking. I fucked her from behind, both of us on our knees. I fucked her from on top, her legs against my shoulders. She rode my cock, crouched with her feet flat on the ground and her knees in the air. We even moved back over to the mirror to see our beautiful bodies tangled together. By the time we'd both cum, we could hear others in the house rising and talking.
I gave Piri a deep kiss and whispered in her ear. "Thank you for being an amazing friend. I love you."
"I love you too Cass," she whispered back. "If the curse hasn't ended by tonight, give me a call."
"That's a promise," I said, blushing with pleasure.
Part Six: God of Borders
By the time I'd snuck out of the house back to my car, the pleasure of the morning was fading. Last night I'd crossed so many boundaries! I'd swum practically naked with my dick hanging out in the water. I'd had my ass eaten for the first time. I'd fucked a woman in nearly every position. And yet my dick still sat there, curled in my tight jeans. What did Hermes want from me?
In the car, I saw my cell phone was full of missed messages. Well, my pants had been off for most of the night, I wasn't surprised.
I saw a few missed calls by Theo, and a series of text messages. 'Cass, I really want 2 talk. Can I see you tonite?' 'I think ur beautiful no matter what.' 'Please tell me what I can do.'
And then one final text message, sent at three this morning: 'I think I love u.'
My heart felt faint. I thought of poor Theo, in bed alone, sending his text messages out into the silent night. I thought of our time together in Greece beneath the warm sun on the endless green hills. I thought of all the times he'd called on me in class, and the little burst of joy I'd felt each time I heard him say my name.
But how could Theo be in a relationship with a girl with a dick? It wasn't what he'd signed up for. And how could I be faithful to him when my cock kept getting me in trouble? It was like having a horny teenager attached to my crotch. Any way about it, a relationship with Theo would just break his heart.
It was a Saturday, so I had the day off from school. Rather than return home, I decided to drive around town. I got a breakfast bagel and some coffee, and just drove around the different neighborhoods. Then I took a road out of time and drove around the country. As the hours passed, I let the sun and the fresh air and the farmers' fields do my thinking for me. I listened to the local radio stations, and stopped at a farmer's stand for fresh fruit for lunch. I drove way out, to where the roads stopped having names and the signs just listed numbers.
I stopped beneath one such sign and stretched my leg on the rocky hillside at the edge of the road. All around me the countryside was divided up into different invisible territories, marked only by old fence posts, or a change in foliage. One field for cattle, another for corn, a third for sunflowers. I marveled at the patchwork beauty of this country, like a quilt knitted from generations of farmers' work.
Slowly, an idea came to me.
I called Professor Dartien and explained it to her.
"I'm working in my office today. Want to meet me here to talk it over?"
"I'm a few hours out, but I think I can get there around sundown."
"Oh perfect," she sighed in her lightly accented voice, "that's the border between day and night."
I sent one text message to Theo. It said, 'Call me @ midnite.'
I got in the car and started driving back.
I reached Professor Dartien's office just as the sun started to touch the horizon. I entered without knocking.
She sat on the couch this time, an academic magazine in her hands. She wore a red long-sleeve knit shirt with a swooping neckline and tight black pants. I was momentarily distracted by the cleavage staring back at me, but I recovered. I had stopped by my apartment and changed into a simple white t-shirt and a long green skirt. I dragged with me a heavy tote bag.
"So you want to summon Hermes?" Professor Dartien asked.
I closed the door behind me and dropped the tote bag to the ground. Large, flat stones, collected from the side of the highway, spilled onto the carpet. "Let's build a herma!" I said. "I think Hermes doesn't want me crossing borders. He wants me at a border. That's where I found him last time, in Greece, and that's where he's going to find us now."
Professor Dartien shrugged. She pulled her dark curly hair up into a bun behind her long neck. "It's just like back in college," she joked. "Am I Betty this time?"
I didn't say anything. I started organizing the stones by size, stacking the larger ones first. Professor Dartien helped, never one to avoid getting her hands dirty. Before long, the last rays of yellow sunlight fed through the blinds, and we had built a four-foot herma on the floor of the professor's office.
"What now?" she asked.
I shook my head. "I'm not sure. I guess we wait?"
I was crouched on the floor in front of the herma. Professor Dartien walked behind me and casually placed her hands on my shoulders. Very gently, she rubbed my skin, her thumbs sneaking down beneath the collar of my shirt.
"Now that we've tried your idea," she said, "would you be up for hearing mine?"
I nodded. The massage was feeling nice after my long day of driving.
"Hermes didn't give you a bunch of stones, he gave you a flesh-and-blood penis. Right?"
I nodded again, not sure where Professor Dartien was taking her idea.
"From what you've told me, you've crossed a lot of boundaries with that penis."
Her hands continued to casually stroke my neck and shoulders, and her fingers ran along my scalp beneath my long black hair. It felt intimate, and relaxing. I nodded.
"Let's see. Public masturbation, mutual masturbation, and now anal play and having sex with a woman. Is that all?"
"Um, yeah. I can't believe I told you all that."
"Well, some of it Theo confessed to me. He's been calling often, searching for you. What's going on there? You're not breaking my best teaching assistant's heart, are you?"
I shrugged. "It's complicated."
"Come to the couch with me," Professor Dartien said. I followed her, and when I sat down she guided my shoulders back against her. It may have been the massage, or the intimate details Professor Dartien knew about me, but I felt like I trusted her. She felt like an old friend. I practically melted into her body, my head resting between her breasts.
Professor Dartien's hands ran casually down my arms and over my hands while she talked. Occasionally she reached up again and ran her fingers through my hair or along my jawline and neck. It felt nice.
"Well you've crossed many borders with your flesh-and-blood herma. But as you said, Hermes isn't just a god of transgressions, he's also a god of borders. Where is the border with your penis? At which point are you most between two different states of being?"
I thought about it. When did I cross over a boundary line with my penis? Well of course there was the moment between not having a penis and having it, that was a boundary line. I remembered how itchy my crotch was, I thought I'd caught an STI. Turns out I'd caught something much stranger.
Thinking about that feeling with my crotch, I remembered clearly the dream I had two nights ago, just before my life changed. I remembered straddling the herma in my dream and taking it inside me. I remembered the sustained feeling of climax that seemed to continue for hours in the dream until I woke up cumming.
I said, "I guess that boundary point is right when I'm about to cum. I mean, right before that I'm just a machine, I can do anything. And then right after I'm a puddle of ooze, I can hardly keep my eyes open. It was different when I had a vagina, I could climax multiple times without having to stop. But with my dick it's like, one shot and I'm done."
Professor Dartien's hands were now drifting lower down my body, playing over my abs and my skirt, brushing my thighs. I felt my cock stir beneath the green fabric.
Professor Dartien lowered her head and I wasn't surprised, or disappointed, to feel her lips gently touch my neck. I practically purred and arched my back.
"Exactly," Professor Dartien said into my neck. "That moment of climax is the border your herma marks. You've been crossing over it and over it and over it. I think if we want to talk to Hermes, we need to keep you there."
"How?" I asked. Without even thinking, I reached down to Professor Dartien's hand and placed it on my breast. She gently kneaded my breast, and pinched my nipple beneath my white t-shirt. Just like last night, I wasn't wearing a bra. Maybe I'd foreseen this intimacy with the professor. Maybe I'd just become someone who doesn't wear bras.
"You leave that to me," she said, then lowered her face to mine. We kissed, a long, passionate kiss. With one hand, Professor Dartien reached down and lifted the hem of my skirt. Already my cock was bulging against my panties. She ran her hand along its length and girth.
"Do you know how long it's been since I touched a cock?" she asked.
"You touch hermas all the time, professor," I said.
Professor Dartien laughed. "Tonight I'm not Professor Dartien. Just call me Vistra."
"It's a beautiful name."
"A compliment coming from a beautiful woman."
"Am I still a woman?"
"You'd better be," Vistra replied. "After all, I'm a diehard lesbian."
I raised my arms, and Vistra pulled the t-shirt over my head. She lowered her mouth and sucked long and hard on one of my nipples. It popped from her mouth, and she moved to the other. My tits were practically standing magnetically towards her. Vistra took an entire breast into her mouth, running her tongue all over it. I groaned. I could feel the head of my cock pressing against, and passing by, the band of my panties.
Vistra kissed up the side of my neck, across my jawline, and then kissed me deeply, mashing our lips together almost with violence. My fingers vanished into her long, thick hair. I pulled her body onto mine.
I ran my hands over her large breasts and down to her shapely ass in her tight black pants. In her passion, the waistline had dropped, and I saw that the professor was wearing a black-and-green striped thong. "Mm, Vistra, that feels good," I moaned.
Vistra kissed her way down my chest, stopping at each breast to worship, then running her tongue around my belly button. She pulled my skirt and underpants from my body in one fluid motion and tossed them to the floor next to the stone herma we'd constructed.
My cock was big and swollen and erect. Vistra eyed it like a vegetarian staring at a steak. Very cautiously, she let the tip of her tongue barely touch the head. My cock leapt with uncontrollable energy, and Vistra gave a little shriek.
"Don't worry, it won't bite," I joked.
"Well I might," Vistra said gravely. She bore her teeth and gently bit into my upper thigh. While she did so, she ran a hand over my cock, feeling its length and girth from the balls to the very tip. Vistra continue to bite, kiss, and lick my thighs, moving from thigh to thigh, each time coming a hair's breadth from my cock but never touch it with her lips. Finally she raised her head and spread her lips around the big swollen head of my dick. I could feel her warm breath against it.
Then, as if changing her mind, she raised her lips to my belly, and traced more kisses up to my breasts. While kissing and sucking on, and gently nibbling, my nipples, she grabbed me by the balls and gave a light squeeze.
I moaned.
"How do you know you're going to cum?" she asked me.
"My balls tighten up- just like that," I said.
"Alright Cassidy, here's how this is going to work. I want you to let me know when you feel that, when you feel your balls tightening. Because if you cum, we won't get to meet our god of travels and trickery."
I nodded, my cheeks flushed.
Vistra kneeled back down, her long curly hair dragging along my breasts and belly. Her hair blocked my view of what she was doing. I closed my eyes and focused.
I felt something warm press against the base of my cock. Vistra's tongue. Her tongue traced the length of my cock, drawing little circles as it did so. I could feel the different levels of sensitivity all along the shaft. At the base I was hardly sensitive at all, although I liked feeling Vistra's hand there. But as her tongue slowly made its way up the ten inches, the sensitivity increased. Near the head of my cock, on the underside of the shaft, I was most sensitive. As soon as she start tracing circles there, I felt my balls tightening.
"Vistra!" I cried. "That's... that's too good!"
Vistra sat up, flicking her hair over her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Very good, pupil," she chuckled. "Let's cool down."
Vistra lowered her head, pursed her lips, and breathed cool air against my cock. It felt good, but not as good as before. My breathing calmed.
Vistra kept her lips pursed, and placed them back on that special spot below the head. Letting out some saliva, she brushed her lips back and forth along those few inches beneath the head along the shaft. I grabbed at the couch, driven crazy.
I could now see Vistra's face, and she was looking right at me, her eyes bright with passion. Her eyebrow was still cocked, as if looking at the results of an experiment. Vistra slid her lips over the head of my cock and stroked a few inches at the base of my cock. I started rocking my hips. Vistra ran her tongue in circles around the head of my cock, all the while keeping her eyes locked with mine. Her stroking increased in speed. I felt my balls tightening.
"Vistra!"
She pulled off of my cock with an audible pop. Half-smiling at me, she asked, "Have you seen Hermes yet?"
I shook my head.
"Boy if I didn't know any better," she joked, "I'd think you were just here for a free blowjob."
"It feels fucking amazing, Vistra."
"It better, I'm really good at reenacting ancient religious ceremonies."
Vistra stared at my cock and took a deep breath. "Let's try this," she said. "You'd be surprised at what a college student can learn behind the bleachers her freshman year."
Vistra wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and slowly lowered her mouth. I felt myself absolutely filling her mouth. Her lips stretched tight around my girth. Soon I felt the head of my cock pressing against the back of her mouth. Vistra took a breath through her nose and, positioning my shaft with one hand, lowered her mouth even more. I felt my cock start to slide into her throat. Each time she swallowed, I could feel the muscles move against my dick.
I knew exactly what this felt like on the other side. I could imagine every inch of my dick sliding into that mouth, the effort it took not to gag, and the sick little thrill I got from fitting a big dick down my throat. I could see Vistra now feeling the same thrill. Here she was with a student in her office, a girl she said was beautiful, who suddenly has a dick she's practically choking on. Transgression building on transgression building on transgression.
Vistra took another deep breath and lowered her head further. She reached up with her hands and found mine. She placed my hands on the back of her head. She continued to stare at me from between my breasts, my cock slowly vanishing between her lips. I could feel her warm tongue all along the shaft of my cock. She nodded at me and I slowly pushed her head down. A quarter-inch at a time, my cock slid between her lips through her mouth and down her throat. It was like being squeezed all over my cock at the same time. It wasn't he most comfortable feeling, and I knew exactly how Vistra was feeling. But right there on the border of pain was pleasure. Vistra was breathing faster, as was I, and suddenly her lips were kissing my skin, and I realized she had taken all ten inches of my wide dick into her throat. I felt my balls tightening. I tried to shout Vistra's name, but no words came from my mouth. In fact, all sound had stopped. I couldn't heard the crickets from outside, or the ticking of the clock. Vistra looked frozen, and I couldn't hear her breath. It felt like I was about to cum, and the feeling wasn't going away. I squirmed beneath Vistra, silent myself.
Until I realized someone was in the room with us.
Just where the stacked stone herma had stood was a slight man in a simple white tunic. He smiled at me approvingly. "She's a beauty," he commented. "I think I've seen her before."
I managed to gasp. "Hermes?"
"The one and only!" he cried. He jumped into the air, and I saw that at the edge of his sandals flapped small golden wings. "You have come to the border, my girl. And here's where you find me. It's been a fun adventure, no? I especially like that Piri, now that's a girl without any borders or boundaries!"
Though the world was frozen around me, I still felt the cum boiling in my balls, that electric tingling shooting through every nerve in my body. I gasped, "What do you want from me?"
Hermes shrugged. "I only wanted to help you. There in Greece near one of my favorite hermas, I saw that you needed help crossing a boundary. So I helped you."
"But I crossed a bunch of boundaries yesterday, and you did nothing."
Hermes looked confused. "You mean all that fucking and masturbating? That wasn't crossing into a new territory, that was already your life! Isn't there something else you're having trouble entering?"
Though my heart was beating a million miles a minute, and my entire dick felt ready to explode, I suddenly knew just what Hermes meant. "You're right," I said. "I've been backing away from this border just when I'm ready to cross. And I've hurt others because of my cowardice."
Hermes smiled. "So what do you say? Do you want to keep your herma?"
I looked down at my cock, buried entirely in Vistra's mouth and throat. I could still feel every point of contact within there, her tongue and lips and the tight throat passage. I thought back over the last day, and all the people I'd connected with in new ways. But that wasn't just because of my new cock, it was because of the person I'd chosen to be.
I shook my head. "I'm ready to move on."
Hermes giggled. "Well, I am the god of travel. It's been nice knowing you, kid."
And then suddenly I was cumming. Only I wasn't shooting ropes of cum down Vistra's throat. Instead, her face was buried in my pussy, and I climaxed over and over as she fiercely licked my clit and dug her tongue between my lips. I held tightly to her head until the last climax rocked my body.
Vistra looked up at me. Her mouth, chin, and cheeks were covered in my juices. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "Well, that was surprising."
"I saw Hermes," I said.
"I want to know everything," Vistra said. "I think I see a new paper coming up. Hermes as the Border Between Genders, or Hermas and Hermaphroditism, or..."
Vistra looked down, confused. "Where did this come from?"
She lifted up a ten-inch stone phallus which had just appeared on her couch.
At midnight, my phone rang. I answered immediately.
"Theo."
"Where are you, Cassy?"
"Open your door."
I'd been camped out in the hallways outside Theo's apartment for the last twenty minutes, waiting for his call. I stood as he opened the door.
"I have two surprises for you," I explained. "Here's the first."
I handed Theo a book. He looked at the cover, still standing in the doorway, obviously confused. "Oh, it's a first-edition copy of Professor Dartien's famous book." He opened the cover and read the note inside. It said: 'You have my blessing, you crazy lovebirds. - Vistra'
I stepped up to Theo and gave him a deep and meaningful kiss. He still stood in the doorway, and hadn't moved an inch.
"You really hurt me yesterday, Cass."
"I know. But I've got another surprise to make it up to you."
"What is it?"
"Trust me, you don't want this surprise in the hallway."
Theo looked down towards my long green skirt. I sighed, glanced both ways in the hall, and lifted up the skirt. I wasn't wearing underwear. I'd shaved all the hair from my vagina and it lay there like a target for Theo's arrows. Theo gasped. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you soon, my love, my sweet, my boyfriend. But first can I come in?"
Theo backed into his apartment. Taking a deep breath, I followed him, stepping purposefully over the border.
After a few false tries, we found an unoccupied room, what looked like a guest room. There was a simple bed with throw pillows in one corner, an undecorated dresser in another corner, and a full-length mirror.
Kenneth stripped off his shirt, but kept on his underwear. He kissed my neck and shoulders, then tilted my head and kissed my lips, sliding in his tongue. His hands were everywhere, squeezing my breasts and my ass. I kept the towel bunched between us, though his hips kept jutting against it.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking down at the towel.
"I guess... I guess I'm a little nervous," I said.
Kenneth said, "Why don't I help you relax? Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed. I'll give you a massage." He held open his large hands with lengthy fingers. "A rancher's hands are good for massage."
"Okay, but turn around while I undress."
Kenneth winked and turned to face the closed door. I untied my top and pulled down my jeans and underwear. My cock stood out proudly from my body, a ten-inch giant swollen and pink. Oh god, how was I going to show Kenneth this? In the full-length mirror I could see my whole body, my long black hair fallen wildly over my fair shoulders and small but perky tits, the curve of my hips, my fit ass, and that huge wild cock. Pre-cum gleamed at the tip.
"Are you ready?" Kenneth asked.
Panicking, I leapt onto the bed. I reached down and pulled my cock and balls as far up as I could, then lay on my belly. I'd just have to figure things out and hope that Kenneth was ready for a surprise.
Kenneth reached down into his crumpled jeans and took out a small bottle of something. "Denver gave me this when he saw us talking," he said. "It's oil, good for massage. And... other things."
Kenneth climbed onto the bed and straddled me, his knees on each side of my hips. I could feel my cock pressed between my belly and the bed, twitching in pleasurable agony.
Kenneth squirted some oil onto his hands, and started rubbing it into my shoulders. His hands felt great- broad palms, long fingers, strong thumbs. He searched out knots and tangled muscles and eased them into relaxation. He ran his hands up and down my back, over my shoulders and arms. Everywhere he touched responded with pleasure. Finally he started working his hands down to my ass. He rubbed my ass cheeks, focusing on the sides and beneath. I felt a tingle of panic and pleasure and his thumbs circled down under my asscheeks. He then gently spread my cheeks. I felt air on my asshole.
"Listen, Cass. I'm going to try something, and if you don't like it let me know. I think this'll kind of ease you into being ready for anal. Your whole body is so clean right now, every inch of you smells like a bubble bath."
Kenneth lowered his head and, keeping my ass cheeks spread, gently probed around the circumference of my asshole with the tip of his tongue. My whole body leapt with pleasure. "Oh!" I moaned.
"Is that okay?"
"Hell yes!"
Kenneth laughed, then again lowered his face to my ass. Very gently, he flicked the tip of his tongue over my asshole. I felt my hole pucker and open, responding to his touch. Kenneth lay the flat of his tongue on my asshole and slowly lapped it. He moved his thumbs to either side of my asshole and gently rubbed half-circles. Oh god, it felt amazing. I felt muscles and nerves responding in pleasure like they never had before.
Kenneth kept licking my asshole with the flat of his tongue. Then he placed the tip of it right in the center and gently pushed. I felt the tip of his tongue entering my asshole. His thumbs kept rubbing around my asshole while his palms squeezed and massaged my cheeks. Kenneth moved the tip of his tongue in and out, and the naughtiness of what he was doing, this great transgression, turned me on so much. I started bucking my hips against the bed, feeling my cock rub against the sheets.
"I want to feel how wet you are," Kenneth said. He reached down beneath my hips and felt for my vagina.
Instead he put his hand right on my big swollen cock.
"What the hell?" he asked.
I gasped and sat up. My asshole still tingled from his tongue, and my penis was huge and erect. Looking down at Kenneth's underwear, I could see that my cock was way bigger than his.
"Uh, I can explain," I said.
Kenneth shook his head. "It's okay, it was just unexpected," he said. I just need a moment."
He took a few deep breaths. His cheeks were flushed and he had a wild look in his eyes.
"Kenneth, are you okay?"
"I think..." he groaned, "that I'm really drunk. I'm going to lay down for a moment."
Kenneth sprawled down on the bed. I saw his eyelids flickering. "Oh shit, you're really drunk, aren't you?"
Kenneth nodded. "And you're... a man? Transgendered? What are you?"
"I guess I'm cursed," I said. "I'm going to get you some water."
As I slid my jeans up over my legs, Kenneth whispered, "Cass! Cassidy!" I could tell he was almost asleep.
"Yeah?" I asked. In truth, I didn't even want to look at the guy. I was so embarrassed, but also extremely turned on. I'd never had my asshole licked before, and I was amazed by how good it had felt.
Kenneth lifted himself onto an elbow and took a deep breath. "I want you to know... that you have a really amazing dick. I'm kind of jealous."
I laughed. "Yeah, I've been getting used to it."
"Huh?"
"Don't you worry. I'm sorry tonight didn't work out."
"It's okay, Cass," Kenneth slurred. All the drinking we'd done tonight was catching up to him quickly. "Maybe when I'm back in town we can try again."
"Hopefully I'll be different then, too."
Kenneth lay back down and closed his eyes. I zipped up my pants, put on my top, and left to find a clean glass and some water.
Outside the guest room, the party was still raging. I weaved my way through drunk guests and couples making out in shadowed corners. In the kitchen, I filled a glass with tap water and made my way back to the room.
Kenneth was fully asleep, drooling and snoring. I put the water on the dresser, then caught my reflection in the mirror.
I was shocked by just how feminine I still looked. When I'd first realized I'd grown a dick, I was worried the rest of my body would start changing. But I still had all the curves in the right places, and my skin was still fair and hairless where it counted. I had my deep blue eyes and my full red lips, my proud chin and dimpled collar bones than men loved to kiss.
I had a sudden urge to see exactly what had shocked Kenneth so much. For the third time that night, I untied my top, stripped off my jeans and underwear, and stood fully naked in front of the mirror. I saw my large pink nipples, my tight abs, my little triangle of black hair above the big ten-inch dick hanging down between my legs.
Well was that really anything to be shocked at? I mean, it was a handsome enough cock. No spots, a few thick veins at the base, a smooth pink head. It was the kind of cock I'd personally have loved to fuck. And it was mine. I suddenly felt outright proud of the cock. I mean, what other girls here at the party had a cock like this between their legs? I started posing with my dick in the mirror, looking at it from different sides, lifting it up to see beneath.
In the hall, I heard Piri's voice. "Cassidy, are you here?"
Before I could do anything, Piri had opened the door. "Cass?"
Her eyes went to me posing naked before the mirror, then to Kenneth passed out on the bed, then back to me. I saw her gaze drop to between my legs.
Piri closed the door. "Holy shit, did you just peg Kenneth? That's the most realistic strap-on I've ever seen."
I gulped.
Piri was back in her short-shorts, but still topless, as I'd seen her at multiple parties. Her round breasts, tipped with large dark nipples, seemed to defy gravity before her little frame. She stepped closer to me, whispering conspiratorially. "I've always wanted to peg a guy, but I could never bring it up. How was it? I didn't take Kenneth for the pegging type."
"It was... good," I said. "Kenneth's definitely an ass man."
Piri giggled. She took a closer look at my dick. "Wow, look at the detail on it. What's it made of? Did you glue it on? Is there an insert in your vagina? Can I touch it?"
Before I could say anything, Piri got on her knees and gently lay a few fingers on the head of my cock. Immediately it leapt to attention, swelling up. "Oh my god!" Piri cried, leaping to her feet. On the bed, Kenneth muttered in his sleep.
I shushed Piri. "I can explain!" I said. "I... somehow, I grew a cock this morning. I didn't have one yesterday, I now I have one today."
"Are you serious?" Piri asked. She looked me square in the face. Her hand hadn't left my dick, and it was seriously swelling now, getting firm and thick.
I nodded. "It's crazy, I know, but it's the truth."
Piri looked down at the dick growing in her hand. She wrapped her fingers further around its girth. "God, Cass I'm... kind of jealous. I've always kind of fantasized about having a penis."
"I know! Me too! But now I have one and it's just insane. It wants to get touched all the time!"
"Yeah, I can see that." By now my cock had grown to almost full size, and was standing out at half-mast. It looked simply ridiculous. Piri turned towards the full-length mirror. We made an odd couple within it, one naked pale girl with a big cock, and one short golden-skinned girl with her hand on that cock. Seeing her hand still there, Piri lifted it with a start. "Sorry, I actually didn't realize I was still touching it."
"Um... it's okay. I really can't stop touching it either."
"What have you done with it?"
I listed my adventures, starting with masturbating in the library, continuing to Theo getting me off in the shower, all the way to having my ass eaten by Kenneth.
"So that's why you were acting so weird in the pool," Piri realized. "Well it's nothing to be embarrassed by. I'm sure it'll pass. Dick today, gone tomorrow, you know?"
"Well, that's the thing. I talked with Professor Dartien today, who's kind of an expert on weird magic stuff like this, and she says I need to figure out how to end this curse. She says I need to be willing to cross a border and try to be a new person in a new place. Try new things."
Piri couldn't stop staring at my cock. Under her attention, it was standing at full length and girth, swollen and huge and twitching with my heartbeat. "Isn't just having a cock a new experience?"
I shrugged. I was enjoying seeing Piri so close to my cock in the reflection of the mirror. She kept unconsciously licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, half-reaching for the cock and then recovering herself. She shifted her legs, rubbing her golden thighs together.
"I thought maybe having anal sex for the first time would be crossing a boundary. I guess getting my asshole licked wasn't enough, since my dick's still there."
Piri continued to stare at my dick. A bead of pre-cum bubbled to the top. She poked the tip of her tongue from her lips and appeared to be thinking.
"Well I've got an idea," she said.
"Oh yeah?"
Piri stepped even closer to me. Her belly pushed against my cock, and the head and shaft was pressed between our bodies. "What if," she whispered, her face inches from mine, "you fuck a girl?"
I was panting. I looked into Piri's green eyes and saw my face reflected back. "Are you sure?"
"God yes. When will I ever have the opportunity to get fucked by my best girlfriend's cock? I mean, I'm not a lesbian, but you are really turning me on right now."
I looked around the room. "Where?" I asked. "Kenneth's kind of taking the bed right now."
"Just stay here," Piri said. "Take a look in that mirror. Is that not the hottest thing you've ever seen?"
I looked. I saw Piri placing her fingers on my cock again, running them lightly from the head down to the shaft. "Keep watching in the mirror," she said.
Piri, facing me, kneeled down on the balls of her feet so that the shape of her ass showed clearly from inside the cut-off jean-shorts. I watched the muscles and golden skin of her back and shoulders, and the thick short cut of her hair. She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock- her little hand actually couldn't enclose the whole thing. "Jesus, it's big," she muttered. "Do you think it'll fit?"
With the tip of her tongue, she first tasted the pre-cum at the tip of my penis, then ran her tongue around and around my head. I groaned. Watching her in the mirror, I didn't know where to put my hands. It didn't feel right to put them on her head, and standing with my hands on my hips felt too much like a pirate getting a blowjob. But my eyes kept trailing over my body, so I started running my hands over my breasts. I pinched my nipples and squeezed my tits while Piri licked me below.
While slowly pumping my shaft with both her hands, Piri ran her tongue from the head of my cock all down the bottom to my balls. She sucked my balls into her mouth while stroking my shaft faster. Then she licked back up to the top. "Do you like that? Does it feel good?" she asked. Looking down in her green eyes I could only nod mutely.
In the mirror, I saw Piri take one hand and start rubbing her ass through her shorts. She sucked the head of my cock into her lips, and with one hand started rubbing between her cheeks. I kept looking between the mirror, at my tits and Piri's ass, and then back down at Piri with her lips around the head of my cock.
Piri popped the head of my cock from her lips and smiled at me. "I'm no good at deep-throating," she confessed. "And besides I wouldn't want to try with this monster. But I am so goddamned turned on. You stay standing right there."
Piri stood and faced the mirror. I could see over her head, and her green eyes met mine in the reflection. She ran her hands down over her round breasts and dark nipples, and over her taut belly. She unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them and her panties down together. Piri was completely clean-shaven, and her vagina was hot and swollen. Still keeping her eyes on me, Piri placed her fingers in her lips, then with her fingertips wet lowered her hand to her vagina. Her fingers ran over her clit and vanished between her pussy lips. Her eyelids flickered and she hooked her fingers into her pussy and started rocking her hand back and forth.
Meanwhile, she reached back with one hand and felt for my cock. I stepped closer, the head of my cock pressing against the small of her back. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and started pumping again, all the while fingering her own pussy. I put my hands on Piri's hips, feeling pleasure fill my entire body.
Piri lowered the head of my cock between her thighs. In the mirror, I saw the swollen pink head rub up against her pussy lips. They spread around the head, and Piri rocked back and forth over it, getting my cock wet with her juices. She reached back and pulled me close to her so that my body spooned hers. My cock thrust between her thighs, standing out a few inches from her body. "Hey look," Piri joked. "Now I've got a penis.
Piri reached up and held onto the back of my neck. With her other hand, she grabbed onto the small of my back. She rocked her hips back and forth over my cock, her pussy lips spreading. I ran my hands all over her body. I grabbed and squeezed a round breast with one hand, pinching the nipple in my fingers. With the other I reached up and placed a finger in Piri's mouth. She started sucking my finger, her green eyes never leaving mine.
Piri leaned forward and grabbed the frame of the mirror. I saw below her pussy lips hanging wet beneath the rose of her asshole. For a moment I had the urge to kneel and put my tongue there between her cheeks. But Piri had other ideas. She reached back, grabbed my cock, and placed the head between her pussy lips.
"Are you ready to cross a boundary?" she asked.
"Fuck yes," I replied, and a thrust into the pussy of my friend.
"Oh! Slow, Cassy, go slow! You're going to split me wide open!"
I slowed my thrust. "Sorry, Piri. I'm, uh, not used to this."
"It's okay," Piri replied. "You just stand there with your hands on my hips. Let me handle this."
Piri pulled her hips forward until just the head of my cock was in her vagina. I could feel her squeezing my head, and it took every ounce of self control not to shove the full ten inches into her. Piri started rocking back little by little, introducing a bit more of my shaft into her pussy. Each time she rocked forward, she pulled everything except the tip of my cock from her vagina, then moved back towards me. I loved feeling her pussy lips rubbing along the head and shaft of my cock. Slowly, slowly, more of my cock vanished into her. In the mirror, I could see that Piri had her eyes closed, a look of concentrating wrinkling her brows. I looked down. Over half my cock was inside her, and her pussy lips were stretched wide. "Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah, it feels really good. It's just... a lot of cock."
"Hey, stop for a moment."
I reached around Piri's hip and down to her pussy. I could feel my cock there, stretching out her little vagina. Her pussy juices had coated the shaft. I momentarily wrapped my hands around the shaft, enjoying the feeling, then raised my fingers to Piri's clit. With her pussy lips so spread around the girth of my cock, Piri's clit stood out like the tip of a pinky finger. I started rubbing it. Piri gasped in pleasure.
Her hips started rocking again, faster. I rubbed her clit faster, then ran my fingers over her pussy lips around my big dick. Piri started thrusting back, taking more and more of my cock into her. I kept rubbing, changing from small circles to up and down motions, then reaching down to feel myself entering her.
In the mirror, I saw Piri's eyes closed but this time with more pleasure. Little gasps escaped her mouth, and she had her tongue pressed firmly against the inside of her cheek. I felt something pressing against me. Piri's ass had reached my crotch as the last inch of my cock slid into her.
"Oh god!" Piri cried. "Just hold it there! Keep rubbing!"
As I rubbed my fingers in tight little circles around her clit, Piri rocked her hips just a little on my cock. I could feel the entire length and girth buried within her pussy. Piri breathed faster and faster. "I love it!" she whispered. "I feel myself just being stretched all the way. I couldn't take another little tiny bit of it, I'd split in half. I want to keep feeling it there. Oh god, kiss me, kiss me!"
I leaned forward and met Piri's turned face. I'd only kissed girls while drunk or on a bet, and this was different. I locked my lips with Piri, continuing to rub her clit fiercely. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and groaned. Hot air exploded from her lungs, her whole body shook, and I realized Piri was climaxing. "Mmmmmmmmmm!"
I felt my cock swelling up even bigger. I grabbed Piri's hips and started pulling back and shoving in. I started slow, enjoying the feeling of my cock being squeezed by her pussy, pulling almost all of it out before slowly re-entering. But soon I picked up the pace. Piri's body flowed over mine, and I loved the feeling of her ass cheeks pressing back at me as the last inch of my cock slid into her. I increased the pace, and rather than pressing, her ass started slapping against me. Piri's whole body was shaking with each thrust, and she cried out at each slap of her ass. "Yes! Cass! Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, just like that!"
I was possessed. I dug my fingers into Piri's hips and thrust, harder and faster, my cock covered in fluid, my jaws clenched in pleasure and effort.
Piri screamed out, "I'm cumming again! JESUS!"
Kenneth snorted on the bed.
She reached back and held onto my lower back as I thrust harder and harder into her, my full ten inches vanishing between her pussy lips. In the mirror her tits bounced with each thrust and her head was arced back to show her shallow, passionate breaths and full lips.
I felt my own balls tightening. "Oh god, Piri, I'm going to-"
Piri dropped to her knees and wrapped both hands around my cock. "Yeah Cass, cum, I want to see it, I want to see you shoot all over, show me, show me!"
Her dirty talk turned me on even more. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror, watching Piri pump my cock. I saw she had pointed the head of my cock right at our reflection. With a loud groan, I exploded. Strings of cum shot out onto the mirror. Once, twice, three times and more, each time Piri pumped my cock more cum exploded outwards.
I collapsed to the floor, pulling Piri with me. She curled up within my arms. I kissed the back of her neck. "I feel like that was a boundary crossed."
Piri giggled. "Do you think people heard us crossing? Were we caught?"
I smiled and squeezed Piri tightly. "I don't even care anymore. That was amazing."
"You're my best friend, Cass."
"I know."
I took a deep breath, pleasure flowing through me and into Piri, and then back into my body.
I woke up in the morning, Piri still in my arms.
Kenneth, I assumed, had draped a quilt from the bed over our sleeping bodies. Who knows what the poor guy had thought, or even remembered, when he had woken up to see us curled up together, and the mirror covered in cum. But the bed was empty, and Kenneth's clothes were gone. I was glad to see that the glass of water I'd left for him was empty, too. He'd probably have a wicked hang-over today.
The morning air was cold, so I snuggled closer to my sleeping friend. She murmured something and pressed back against me. I felt something below, and realized I'd woken up with something I'd seen before but never experienced. Morning wood.
My cock was fully erect and pressed flat against Piri's round ass. It felt good, but a little uncomfortable. I reached down and adjusted so that my cock was between Piri's thighs. It felt better, less restricted.
Piri murmured again and rocked her hips back against me. I looked at her face. She was still sleeping, but smiling. Having a good dream, I assumed. She continued to rock her hips against me, and then I realized she was rubbing her pussy against my cock. It made my dick swell up even larger. Piri groaned, "Mmmmm."
Her beautiful green eyes fluttered open. She smiled wider to see me curled around her. "Good morning, lovely Cassidy," she said. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "What's going on down there?"
"Morning wood," I explained.
"Holy shit, I'm so jealous again!" Piri laughed. "Though I'll say it feels pretty good on my part, too." She kept rocking back and forth, and soon enough her pussy lips had spread around the head of my cock.
"Oh god Piri," I moaned.
Piri pressed backwards until once again my cock started to slide into her pussy. "I guess this means the curse hasn't ended," she said, reaching down to rub her clit.
I shook my head. "As long as it lasts a few minutes longer I'll be happy."
I grabbed Piri's hips, flipped her onto her belly. She squealed in pleasure. There in the guest bedroom, beneath the ratty old quilt in the cold morning air, we kept warm by fucking. I fucked her from behind, both of us on our knees. I fucked her from on top, her legs against my shoulders. She rode my cock, crouched with her feet flat on the ground and her knees in the air. We even moved back over to the mirror to see our beautiful bodies tangled together. By the time we'd both cum, we could hear others in the house rising and talking.
I gave Piri a deep kiss and whispered in her ear. "Thank you for being an amazing friend. I love you."
"I love you too Cass," she whispered back. "If the curse hasn't ended by tonight, give me a call."
"That's a promise," I said, blushing with pleasure.
Part Six: God of Borders
By the time I'd snuck out of the house back to my car, the pleasure of the morning was fading. Last night I'd crossed so many boundaries! I'd swum practically naked with my dick hanging out in the water. I'd had my ass eaten for the first time. I'd fucked a woman in nearly every position. And yet my dick still sat there, curled in my tight jeans. What did Hermes want from me?
In the car, I saw my cell phone was full of missed messages. Well, my pants had been off for most of the night, I wasn't surprised.
I saw a few missed calls by Theo, and a series of text messages. 'Cass, I really want 2 talk. Can I see you tonite?' 'I think ur beautiful no matter what.' 'Please tell me what I can do.'
And then one final text message, sent at three this morning: 'I think I love u.'
My heart felt faint. I thought of poor Theo, in bed alone, sending his text messages out into the silent night. I thought of our time together in Greece beneath the warm sun on the endless green hills. I thought of all the times he'd called on me in class, and the little burst of joy I'd felt each time I heard him say my name.
But how could Theo be in a relationship with a girl with a dick? It wasn't what he'd signed up for. And how could I be faithful to him when my cock kept getting me in trouble? It was like having a horny teenager attached to my crotch. Any way about it, a relationship with Theo would just break his heart.
It was a Saturday, so I had the day off from school. Rather than return home, I decided to drive around town. I got a breakfast bagel and some coffee, and just drove around the different neighborhoods. Then I took a road out of time and drove around the country. As the hours passed, I let the sun and the fresh air and the farmers' fields do my thinking for me. I listened to the local radio stations, and stopped at a farmer's stand for fresh fruit for lunch. I drove way out, to where the roads stopped having names and the signs just listed numbers.
I stopped beneath one such sign and stretched my leg on the rocky hillside at the edge of the road. All around me the countryside was divided up into different invisible territories, marked only by old fence posts, or a change in foliage. One field for cattle, another for corn, a third for sunflowers. I marveled at the patchwork beauty of this country, like a quilt knitted from generations of farmers' work.
Slowly, an idea came to me.
I called Professor Dartien and explained it to her.
"I'm working in my office today. Want to meet me here to talk it over?"
"I'm a few hours out, but I think I can get there around sundown."
"Oh perfect," she sighed in her lightly accented voice, "that's the border between day and night."
I sent one text message to Theo. It said, 'Call me @ midnite.'
I got in the car and started driving back.
I reached Professor Dartien's office just as the sun started to touch the horizon. I entered without knocking.
She sat on the couch this time, an academic magazine in her hands. She wore a red long-sleeve knit shirt with a swooping neckline and tight black pants. I was momentarily distracted by the cleavage staring back at me, but I recovered. I had stopped by my apartment and changed into a simple white t-shirt and a long green skirt. I dragged with me a heavy tote bag.
"So you want to summon Hermes?" Professor Dartien asked.
I closed the door behind me and dropped the tote bag to the ground. Large, flat stones, collected from the side of the highway, spilled onto the carpet. "Let's build a herma!" I said. "I think Hermes doesn't want me crossing borders. He wants me at a border. That's where I found him last time, in Greece, and that's where he's going to find us now."
Professor Dartien shrugged. She pulled her dark curly hair up into a bun behind her long neck. "It's just like back in college," she joked. "Am I Betty this time?"
I didn't say anything. I started organizing the stones by size, stacking the larger ones first. Professor Dartien helped, never one to avoid getting her hands dirty. Before long, the last rays of yellow sunlight fed through the blinds, and we had built a four-foot herma on the floor of the professor's office.
"What now?" she asked.
I shook my head. "I'm not sure. I guess we wait?"
I was crouched on the floor in front of the herma. Professor Dartien walked behind me and casually placed her hands on my shoulders. Very gently, she rubbed my skin, her thumbs sneaking down beneath the collar of my shirt.
"Now that we've tried your idea," she said, "would you be up for hearing mine?"
I nodded. The massage was feeling nice after my long day of driving.
"Hermes didn't give you a bunch of stones, he gave you a flesh-and-blood penis. Right?"
I nodded again, not sure where Professor Dartien was taking her idea.
"From what you've told me, you've crossed a lot of boundaries with that penis."
Her hands continued to casually stroke my neck and shoulders, and her fingers ran along my scalp beneath my long black hair. It felt intimate, and relaxing. I nodded.
"Let's see. Public masturbation, mutual masturbation, and now anal play and having sex with a woman. Is that all?"
"Um, yeah. I can't believe I told you all that."
"Well, some of it Theo confessed to me. He's been calling often, searching for you. What's going on there? You're not breaking my best teaching assistant's heart, are you?"
I shrugged. "It's complicated."
"Come to the couch with me," Professor Dartien said. I followed her, and when I sat down she guided my shoulders back against her. It may have been the massage, or the intimate details Professor Dartien knew about me, but I felt like I trusted her. She felt like an old friend. I practically melted into her body, my head resting between her breasts.
Professor Dartien's hands ran casually down my arms and over my hands while she talked. Occasionally she reached up again and ran her fingers through my hair or along my jawline and neck. It felt nice.
"Well you've crossed many borders with your flesh-and-blood herma. But as you said, Hermes isn't just a god of transgressions, he's also a god of borders. Where is the border with your penis? At which point are you most between two different states of being?"
I thought about it. When did I cross over a boundary line with my penis? Well of course there was the moment between not having a penis and having it, that was a boundary line. I remembered how itchy my crotch was, I thought I'd caught an STI. Turns out I'd caught something much stranger.
Thinking about that feeling with my crotch, I remembered clearly the dream I had two nights ago, just before my life changed. I remembered straddling the herma in my dream and taking it inside me. I remembered the sustained feeling of climax that seemed to continue for hours in the dream until I woke up cumming.
I said, "I guess that boundary point is right when I'm about to cum. I mean, right before that I'm just a machine, I can do anything. And then right after I'm a puddle of ooze, I can hardly keep my eyes open. It was different when I had a vagina, I could climax multiple times without having to stop. But with my dick it's like, one shot and I'm done."
Professor Dartien's hands were now drifting lower down my body, playing over my abs and my skirt, brushing my thighs. I felt my cock stir beneath the green fabric.
Professor Dartien lowered her head and I wasn't surprised, or disappointed, to feel her lips gently touch my neck. I practically purred and arched my back.
"Exactly," Professor Dartien said into my neck. "That moment of climax is the border your herma marks. You've been crossing over it and over it and over it. I think if we want to talk to Hermes, we need to keep you there."
"How?" I asked. Without even thinking, I reached down to Professor Dartien's hand and placed it on my breast. She gently kneaded my breast, and pinched my nipple beneath my white t-shirt. Just like last night, I wasn't wearing a bra. Maybe I'd foreseen this intimacy with the professor. Maybe I'd just become someone who doesn't wear bras.
"You leave that to me," she said, then lowered her face to mine. We kissed, a long, passionate kiss. With one hand, Professor Dartien reached down and lifted the hem of my skirt. Already my cock was bulging against my panties. She ran her hand along its length and girth.
"Do you know how long it's been since I touched a cock?" she asked.
"You touch hermas all the time, professor," I said.
Professor Dartien laughed. "Tonight I'm not Professor Dartien. Just call me Vistra."
"It's a beautiful name."
"A compliment coming from a beautiful woman."
"Am I still a woman?"
"You'd better be," Vistra replied. "After all, I'm a diehard lesbian."
I raised my arms, and Vistra pulled the t-shirt over my head. She lowered her mouth and sucked long and hard on one of my nipples. It popped from her mouth, and she moved to the other. My tits were practically standing magnetically towards her. Vistra took an entire breast into her mouth, running her tongue all over it. I groaned. I could feel the head of my cock pressing against, and passing by, the band of my panties.
Vistra kissed up the side of my neck, across my jawline, and then kissed me deeply, mashing our lips together almost with violence. My fingers vanished into her long, thick hair. I pulled her body onto mine.
I ran my hands over her large breasts and down to her shapely ass in her tight black pants. In her passion, the waistline had dropped, and I saw that the professor was wearing a black-and-green striped thong. "Mm, Vistra, that feels good," I moaned.
Vistra kissed her way down my chest, stopping at each breast to worship, then running her tongue around my belly button. She pulled my skirt and underpants from my body in one fluid motion and tossed them to the floor next to the stone herma we'd constructed.
My cock was big and swollen and erect. Vistra eyed it like a vegetarian staring at a steak. Very cautiously, she let the tip of her tongue barely touch the head. My cock leapt with uncontrollable energy, and Vistra gave a little shriek.
"Don't worry, it won't bite," I joked.
"Well I might," Vistra said gravely. She bore her teeth and gently bit into my upper thigh. While she did so, she ran a hand over my cock, feeling its length and girth from the balls to the very tip. Vistra continue to bite, kiss, and lick my thighs, moving from thigh to thigh, each time coming a hair's breadth from my cock but never touch it with her lips. Finally she raised her head and spread her lips around the big swollen head of my dick. I could feel her warm breath against it.
Then, as if changing her mind, she raised her lips to my belly, and traced more kisses up to my breasts. While kissing and sucking on, and gently nibbling, my nipples, she grabbed me by the balls and gave a light squeeze.
I moaned.
"How do you know you're going to cum?" she asked me.
"My balls tighten up- just like that," I said.
"Alright Cassidy, here's how this is going to work. I want you to let me know when you feel that, when you feel your balls tightening. Because if you cum, we won't get to meet our god of travels and trickery."
I nodded, my cheeks flushed.
Vistra kneeled back down, her long curly hair dragging along my breasts and belly. Her hair blocked my view of what she was doing. I closed my eyes and focused.
I felt something warm press against the base of my cock. Vistra's tongue. Her tongue traced the length of my cock, drawing little circles as it did so. I could feel the different levels of sensitivity all along the shaft. At the base I was hardly sensitive at all, although I liked feeling Vistra's hand there. But as her tongue slowly made its way up the ten inches, the sensitivity increased. Near the head of my cock, on the underside of the shaft, I was most sensitive. As soon as she start tracing circles there, I felt my balls tightening.
"Vistra!" I cried. "That's... that's too good!"
Vistra sat up, flicking her hair over her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Very good, pupil," she chuckled. "Let's cool down."
Vistra lowered her head, pursed her lips, and breathed cool air against my cock. It felt good, but not as good as before. My breathing calmed.
Vistra kept her lips pursed, and placed them back on that special spot below the head. Letting out some saliva, she brushed her lips back and forth along those few inches beneath the head along the shaft. I grabbed at the couch, driven crazy.
I could now see Vistra's face, and she was looking right at me, her eyes bright with passion. Her eyebrow was still cocked, as if looking at the results of an experiment. Vistra slid her lips over the head of my cock and stroked a few inches at the base of my cock. I started rocking my hips. Vistra ran her tongue in circles around the head of my cock, all the while keeping her eyes locked with mine. Her stroking increased in speed. I felt my balls tightening.
"Vistra!"
She pulled off of my cock with an audible pop. Half-smiling at me, she asked, "Have you seen Hermes yet?"
I shook my head.
"Boy if I didn't know any better," she joked, "I'd think you were just here for a free blowjob."
"It feels fucking amazing, Vistra."
"It better, I'm really good at reenacting ancient religious ceremonies."
Vistra stared at my cock and took a deep breath. "Let's try this," she said. "You'd be surprised at what a college student can learn behind the bleachers her freshman year."
Vistra wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and slowly lowered her mouth. I felt myself absolutely filling her mouth. Her lips stretched tight around my girth. Soon I felt the head of my cock pressing against the back of her mouth. Vistra took a breath through her nose and, positioning my shaft with one hand, lowered her mouth even more. I felt my cock start to slide into her throat. Each time she swallowed, I could feel the muscles move against my dick.
I knew exactly what this felt like on the other side. I could imagine every inch of my dick sliding into that mouth, the effort it took not to gag, and the sick little thrill I got from fitting a big dick down my throat. I could see Vistra now feeling the same thrill. Here she was with a student in her office, a girl she said was beautiful, who suddenly has a dick she's practically choking on. Transgression building on transgression building on transgression.
Vistra took another deep breath and lowered her head further. She reached up with her hands and found mine. She placed my hands on the back of her head. She continued to stare at me from between my breasts, my cock slowly vanishing between her lips. I could feel her warm tongue all along the shaft of my cock. She nodded at me and I slowly pushed her head down. A quarter-inch at a time, my cock slid between her lips through her mouth and down her throat. It was like being squeezed all over my cock at the same time. It wasn't he most comfortable feeling, and I knew exactly how Vistra was feeling. But right there on the border of pain was pleasure. Vistra was breathing faster, as was I, and suddenly her lips were kissing my skin, and I realized she had taken all ten inches of my wide dick into her throat. I felt my balls tightening. I tried to shout Vistra's name, but no words came from my mouth. In fact, all sound had stopped. I couldn't heard the crickets from outside, or the ticking of the clock. Vistra looked frozen, and I couldn't hear her breath. It felt like I was about to cum, and the feeling wasn't going away. I squirmed beneath Vistra, silent myself.
Until I realized someone was in the room with us.
Just where the stacked stone herma had stood was a slight man in a simple white tunic. He smiled at me approvingly. "She's a beauty," he commented. "I think I've seen her before."
I managed to gasp. "Hermes?"
"The one and only!" he cried. He jumped into the air, and I saw that at the edge of his sandals flapped small golden wings. "You have come to the border, my girl. And here's where you find me. It's been a fun adventure, no? I especially like that Piri, now that's a girl without any borders or boundaries!"
Though the world was frozen around me, I still felt the cum boiling in my balls, that electric tingling shooting through every nerve in my body. I gasped, "What do you want from me?"
Hermes shrugged. "I only wanted to help you. There in Greece near one of my favorite hermas, I saw that you needed help crossing a boundary. So I helped you."
"But I crossed a bunch of boundaries yesterday, and you did nothing."
Hermes looked confused. "You mean all that fucking and masturbating? That wasn't crossing into a new territory, that was already your life! Isn't there something else you're having trouble entering?"
Though my heart was beating a million miles a minute, and my entire dick felt ready to explode, I suddenly knew just what Hermes meant. "You're right," I said. "I've been backing away from this border just when I'm ready to cross. And I've hurt others because of my cowardice."
Hermes smiled. "So what do you say? Do you want to keep your herma?"
I looked down at my cock, buried entirely in Vistra's mouth and throat. I could still feel every point of contact within there, her tongue and lips and the tight throat passage. I thought back over the last day, and all the people I'd connected with in new ways. But that wasn't just because of my new cock, it was because of the person I'd chosen to be.
I shook my head. "I'm ready to move on."
Hermes giggled. "Well, I am the god of travel. It's been nice knowing you, kid."
And then suddenly I was cumming. Only I wasn't shooting ropes of cum down Vistra's throat. Instead, her face was buried in my pussy, and I climaxed over and over as she fiercely licked my clit and dug her tongue between my lips. I held tightly to her head until the last climax rocked my body.
Vistra looked up at me. Her mouth, chin, and cheeks were covered in my juices. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "Well, that was surprising."
"I saw Hermes," I said.
"I want to know everything," Vistra said. "I think I see a new paper coming up. Hermes as the Border Between Genders, or Hermas and Hermaphroditism, or..."
Vistra looked down, confused. "Where did this come from?"
She lifted up a ten-inch stone phallus which had just appeared on her couch.
At midnight, my phone rang. I answered immediately.
"Theo."
"Where are you, Cassy?"
"Open your door."
I'd been camped out in the hallways outside Theo's apartment for the last twenty minutes, waiting for his call. I stood as he opened the door.
"I have two surprises for you," I explained. "Here's the first."
I handed Theo a book. He looked at the cover, still standing in the doorway, obviously confused. "Oh, it's a first-edition copy of Professor Dartien's famous book." He opened the cover and read the note inside. It said: 'You have my blessing, you crazy lovebirds. - Vistra'
I stepped up to Theo and gave him a deep and meaningful kiss. He still stood in the doorway, and hadn't moved an inch.
"You really hurt me yesterday, Cass."
"I know. But I've got another surprise to make it up to you."
"What is it?"
"Trust me, you don't want this surprise in the hallway."
Theo looked down towards my long green skirt. I sighed, glanced both ways in the hall, and lifted up the skirt. I wasn't wearing underwear. I'd shaved all the hair from my vagina and it lay there like a target for Theo's arrows. Theo gasped. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you soon, my love, my sweet, my boyfriend. But first can I come in?"
Theo backed into his apartment. Taking a deep breath, I followed him, stepping purposefully over the border.
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