Kylie was an emotional wreck. She couldn’t handle it - in her mind she knew she was a middle aged father with a lovely wife (albeit one with a dick), but here she was a frail 18 year old girl sitting on the floor of her room - still needing to finish high school.
The reality shift from Mary’s camera use had unknowingly effected her sexuality. Whereas an hour ago she would have been revolted by Lance she now let her thoughts wander to images of him holding her caressing her. In this conception of reality, she knew she’d once been male, but was entirely open to sex with men. She heard a knock on her door. “Who is it,” she asked.
“Lance.”
“Come in.”
He entered and saw her sitting on the floor, her eyes poofy from crying. His first compulsion was to comfort her. He sat behind her, rubbing her shoulders. “There, there” he muttered.
Kylie felt tingly from the pressure of his hands and felt her unfamiliar sex warm and moisten. Something twitched inside. It was an odd feeling. But pleasant. She turned her head and began kissing him, trying to forget her troubles.
Things advanced. The teen was clumsy but not entirely inexperienced as he stripped her shirt, then her shorts. She saw his cock - decent sized - and planted a little kiss on the tip. Then took the tip into her mouth and began working it the way she remembered working Mary’s cock. It was stiff and musty.
“Oh yeah babe” said Lance, pulling out of her mouth and gently pushing her down against the floor.
“Mmmm” whispered Kylie.
“Do you want me?” Asked lance.
“Mmm. Yes. I want you.”
He slid gently into her pussy, careful to move slowly. She could feel him fill her with warmth and hardness. She began gyrating her hips. She felt comfortable and protected.
Lance settled into a slow routine, bucking his hips and exploring her depths with his cock. She smiled at him as he tensed. She could feel the muscles in her vagina tighten, her knees started shaking. And like that, they came together, and she could feel him softening inside her and then the sloppy drip of his spunk working it’s way out of her vagina. “Don’t pull out yet... I want to feel you.”
I’m the other room Mary cradled Alex as they lay in bed, basking in the afterglow. After a while, she stood, leaving the now sleeping Alex in the bed. She noticed she had brought the camera into the room and wondered if it would turn her back. Did she want to turn back? She picked it up.