Vicky Part 1

"My name is Vicky and I love cocks! I'm a slut, a dirty whore, and I love getting fucked! I want to be fucked, and to suck cocks until they cum down my throat!" I screamed.

The girls surrounding me cheered. Lindsey plunged her cock into my ass one final time, and I felt her pumping loads of hot cum into my asshole. This sent me over the edge. My cum furiously shot out from my cock. Every time Lindsey sprayed another jet into my ass, my own cock spurted again.

Finally Lindsey stopped filling my ass with cum. She gently pulled me off her cock and placed me face down on the floor. My ass stuck up, and I could feel a cool breeze brush my gaping asshole. Cum leaked down and tickled my balls. I gingerly reached back and felt my asshole trying to close back up. I clenched and it obeyed. It hurt, but my asshole was shut again. If I stopped clenching, more cum would dribble out of me, and I didn't want that.

Lindsey bent over me and gently rubbed my empty balls.

"You're mine now, baby. I took your anal virginity. Suck a few more cocks, and then let's leave."

I sat up, conscious of the soreness in my ass. Eagerly girls came forward, their cocks leading the way. I was still riding the wave of post-orgasm happiness. My mouth made short work of the cocks thrust into my mouth. Things seemed to blur, but then Lindsey was helping me up and helping me put on another pair of panties.

She pulled me in and kissed me deeply. I melted into her arms. I had enjoyed tonight for more reasons than just the great sex, but I was also troubled. How could I live? Was I Victor, or Vicky? Could I still pretend to be Victor, or was I pretending to be Vicky? Lindsey somehow sensed my thoughts.

"You'll have to decide how you want to live. You can either be Victor, Vicky, or a mixture of the two. Which ever works for you. You do make a beautiful woman. Whatever you choose though, I'll be here to help you through. I did make you the woman you are, after all," she said, smiling warmly.

She kissed me again and we left. I followed her home, not wanting to be alone for some reason. We fucked again that night, but it was gentler, more like love making. Did I love her? I didn't know. It was just another question I would have to answer. As I drifted to sleep, her cock still buried in my ass, I was suddenly very thankful for that letter.