Chase had always been a bit of a daredevil. Growing up, he'd pushed every boundary, climbed every tree, and ridden his bike faster than anyone else in the neighborhood. His wild red hair and piercing blue eyes mirrored the reckless spirit that had earned him both admiration and a few bruises along the way. But none of that prepared him for the day his life would change forever.

It was a typical summer afternoon when Chase decided to try out the new skate park. The sun blazed down, casting sharp shadows as he picked up speed, weaving through the concrete maze of ramps and half-pipes. He'd been practicing a new trick, something that would surely blow his friends away. But as he reached the peak of the largest ramp, everything went wrong. Time slowed down as he felt the wheels slip out from under him, the world spinning into a blur.

The impact was brutal. His body slammed against the unforgiving concrete, a crunch echoing through the park. The pain was instant, searing through his abdomen and groin. Chase screamed, his voice piercing the stillness of the suburban afternoon. A crowd gathered, faces contorted in horror as they realized the severity of the accident. His best friend Travis, who'd been filming the stunt, dropped the camera, the plastic thud joining the cacophony of shouts and gasps.

Travis rushed to Chase's side, his own eyes wide with terror. "Oh my God, Chase! Hold on, man, just hold on," he murmured, his voice shaking. The world around them swirled with the distant wail of sirens and the murmur of concerned onlookers, but all Chase could focus on was the agony pulsing through his body. He knew, even in that haze of pain, that things would never be the same.

The ambulance ride to the hospital was a blur of lights and pain. Chase's mother clutched his hand, her eyes wet with tears, while his father's face was a mask of shock. They didn't speak, the gravity of the situation hanging heavy in the air. The doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to save him, but the damage was severe. His genitals were crushed beyond repair, and they had no choice but to remove them.

The days in the hospital were a blur of pain and confusion. Chase's mind was a whirlwind of fear and doubt. The accident had not only robbed him of his masculine identity but also plunged him into a world of uncertainty. His parents, though supportive, were lost in their own grief, unable to fully comprehend the gravity of their son's situation.

When the insurance company came through with a hefty settlement and the option for gender reassignment surgery, it was almost too much for Chase to process. The thought of becoming a woman was foreign, terrifying, and yet, the thought of being a eunuch was much worse. After weeks of painful recovery and soul-searching, he made the decision to embrace this new path. With the support of his parents, who had moved away to start fresh in another state where no one would know that she wasn’t the young woman she appeared to be. Chase began the long and arduous journey of becoming Chasity.

The surgery was a success, and Chasity's body began to change in ways she never could have imagined. The surgeons had given her a modest B cup implant to start with, but as the months of hormone therapy unfolded, her breasts began to swell and grow at an astonishing rate. Her once flat chest blossomed into an impressive J cup, drawing stares and whispers from those who couldn’t fathom the transformation she had undergone.

But physical changes were the least of her worries. The psychologists had given her a set of tapes and exercises designed to help her navigate her new identity. Each night, she'd sit in her dimly lit room, headphones on, listening to the calming voice guide her through the transition. The exercises focused on retraining her brain to think and feel as a woman, to embrace her new body and the sensations it brought. She practiced her speech patterns, her gait, and even how to sit and stand in ways that felt more feminine. It was a strange new world she was learning to navigate, one filled with uncharted territories and unexpected challenges.

One day, Rachone, a beautiful black girl she'd met at her new high school, approached her with an invitation that seemed too good to be true. Rachone's father had a beach house, a place of escape from the stifling heat of the city, and she wanted Chasity to join her for a few weeks before they each headed off to college. Rachone had noticed the way Chasity's eyes lit up at the mention of the ocean, the way she talked about the sand between her toes and the saltwater kissing her skin. It was an offer of friendship, a chance to find a little slice of normalcy in a life that had been anything but.

The day they arrived at the beach house, Chasity felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. Rachone had talked about how isolated the place was, how they could swim and sunbathe without a care in the world. But the reality was, she'd never worn a bikini in public before. The scars from her surgery were still fresh, not physically, those had healed thanks to a world class plastic surgery but mentally, she still hadn’t accepted her fate. She picked out a simple one-piece from her luggage, something that covered her up, but Rachone had other ideas.

"Come on, Chasity," Rachone said, holding out a tiny string bikini. "You've gotta show off that gorgeous body of yours!" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and Chasity felt a warmth spread through her cheeks. Rachone had been nothing but supportive since she had confided in her about the accident, but this was a new level of vulnerability.

With a deep breath, Chasity took the bikini and disappeared into the bathroom. The mirror reflected a stranger looking back at her: the curves of her huge breasts and the scary amount of cleavage on display, the smoothness of her skin where there once was roughness, the gentle slope of her hips and the lack of bulge where she knew there would be. She took a moment to appreciate the work of the surgeons and the millions of dollars that had paid for it. Slipping on the bikini, she felt the fabric cling to her in all the right places. When she stepped out, Rachone's jaw dropped.

"Damn, girl," Rachone said with a low whistle. "You look... amazing."

Chasity blushed, feeling the fabric of the bikini hugging her curves in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. Rachone had always had a knack for making her feel confident, but this was different. Rachone's gaze lingered for a moment before she turned away, her own bikini a stark contrast with its tiny triangles barely containing her voluptuous breasts.

The two of them laid out their towels on the sand, the warmth of the sun a gentle caress against Chasity's new skin. The waves rolled in rhythmic patterns, the sound of the ocean a soothing lullaby that had always brought her comfort. Rachone stretched out beside her, her dark skin glistening with oil as she propped herself up on her elbows.

"So, my dad's coming out tomorrow," Rachone said casually, flipping through a magazine. "He's gonna love this weather."

Chasity's eyes widened as she lay on her stomach, the sand warm against her new body. Rachone's father, Marcus, was a legend in their school. Tall, incredibly handsome, and muscular, he was the kind of man who turned heads wherever he went. "Your dad's coming here?"

“Well, it is his place,” laughed Rachone, noticing the slight tremor in Chasity's voice. "Don't worry, he's cool. And he's pretty chill about... everything."

“Does he know about….?” Chasity trailed off, her heart racing. Rachone looked over at her, her dark eyes full of understanding.

"Everything," Rachone nodded. "I told him everything. You're my friend, and I don't keep secrets from him."

Just then, two boys sauntered by, their eyes glued to Rachone and Chasity. Rachone waved them over with a sly smile, and they eagerly complied. They were both tall, with tanned bodies that spoke of countless summers spent outdoors. Their board shorts hung low on their hips, and their teeth gleamed in the sun as they flashed smiles in Rachone's direction.

"What are you doing?" Chasity whispered under her breath, feeling a pang of insecurity as Rachone introduced her to the boys, their eyes sweeping over her body. Rachone just chuckled, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Don't worry," Rachone assured her. "They're harmless."

The boys, named Tyler and Brandon, were indeed charming. They chatted easily, sharing stories of their summer adventures and making Chasity feel welcome. Rachone's laughter was infectious, and soon Chasity found herself tensing, the way Brandon kept ogling her chest was making her uncomfortable. Rachone noticed, and with a knowing smile, she suggested they all go for a swim.

The water was a refreshing shock, cool against their hot skin. Chasity felt the waves gently caressing her new curves, and she allowed herself to relax a bit. But the tension grew as the boys' flirty banter took a turn. They began making crude innuendos, their voices dropping to a suggestive murmur as they spoke over the sound of the crashing waves. Rachone rolled her eyes, used to their antics, but Chasity's heart pounded in her chest. She felt like prey, a feeling that was all too new and uncomfortable.

Deciding she'd had enough, Chasity made an excuse and climbed out of the water, her heart racing. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself, heading back to the beach house. Her mind raced with the realization that she might not be as ready for this as she thought. She needed a moment to breathe, to regain her composure.

As she climbed the wooden stairs, the sand sticking to her wet feet, she headed into the house, and she froze mid-step. It was Marcus, Rachone's father, walking out of the kitchen with just a towel slung low around his waist. His bulge massive under the towel, the water droplets on his chest glinting in the light. He had arrived earlier than expected.

Marcus's eyes met hers, and she felt the weight of his gaze immediately. It was different from the hungry looks Brandon and Tyler had given her. His eyes took in her curves in a way that was more... appreciative, less predatory. He was older, more mature, and his gaze held a warmth that made her feel seen rather than ogled.

"You must be Chasity," he beamed, his smile a thousand watts of pure charm. The towel around his waist did little to hide his physique. His chest was a sculpted masterpiece, muscles rippling with every movement. Chasity's eyes darted down for a split second, and she felt her cheeks flush. He stepped closer, extending a hand. "I'm Marcus, Rachone's father. Welcome to our little slice of paradise."

The handshake was firm, his skin warm and a little damp from his swim. "Thanks," she murmured, feeling the heat of his hand linger. "I would hand you a towel, but it seems we're both in need of one," he said, gesturing to the pile of dry towels on the patio.

Marcus noticed her eyes lingering on his towel, and his smile grew slightly wider. "Don't worry, I've got it all covered," he assured her, his deep voice rumbling with a hint of amusement. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach as she took a step back, her heart racing.

"Rachone said you've been through a lot," Marcus said, his eyes searching hers. "But let me tell you, you're one of the bravest people I've ever met. You look...beautiful."

The words hung in the air, and Chasity felt a warmth spread through her, the kind she hadn't felt in a very long time. "Thank you," she managed to murmur, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marcus nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "I mean it," he said. "This place is your home too, for as long as you want it to be."

The days passed in a lazy haze of sun and surf. Rachone and Chasity grew closer, sharing secrets and giggling late into the night. Rachone was the perfect host, making Chasity feel welcome and loved. But there was something else simmering beneath the surface, something that made Chasity's pulse quicken whenever Marcus was around. His quiet strength, his gentle touch as he handed her a towel or passed her a plate at dinner, it all whispered of a connection she hadn't felt before.

One night, she woke with a start, the salty sea air carrying the faint scent of something burning. Slipping on a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts, she padded out of the bedroom and down the stairs, her heart racing. She saw a flicker of light through the windows that lined the beach-facing wall of the house and felt drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

The sand was cool under her feet as she approached the gentle glow. As she got closer, she realized it was a small bonfire, crackling and popping as it danced in the darkness. And there, silhouetted against the flickering light, was Marcus. He was shirtless, his muscular back to her, a line thrown into the water, the tip of his fishing rod arcing gracefully into the inky sea. She watched as he reeled in his line, his biceps flexing with each pull. The moon bathed his skin in a soft glow, making him look like a mythical creature, a Triton pulled from the sea.

"Couldn't sleep?" His voice was a low rumble, a comforting sound in the quiet night. “Me neither."

Chasity took a seat next to him on the log by the bonfire, the heat from the flames washing over her. "Just had a lot on my mind," she said, watching the dance of the firelight on the waves.

"I bet," said Marcus, his voice low and understanding. "It's got to be hard, going through all of this."

Chasity took a deep breath, the sound of the ocean a soothing backdrop to their conversation. "It's just... I never thought I'd be here, you know?" She reached for the cool bottle of beer he offered, the condensation leaving a trail of cold on her fingertips. The first sip was bitter, but it went down smooth, the alcohol a warm embrace against the chill of the night air.

"Where's here?" Marcus asked, casting a sidelong glance at her.

"Here, as in... a woman," Chasity replied, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and doubt. "I'm still getting used to it."

Marcus nodded, his gaze still on the horizon. "You know, Rachone told me what happened. I can't even begin to imagine what you've been through." His words were gentle, a soft breeze against the tumult of Chasity's thoughts. "But from where I'm sitting, you're handling it like a champ."

Chasity took a sip of her beer, the cool liquid doing little to ease the heat of the fire burning within her. "I just... I don't know who I'm supposed to be anymore," she confessed, her voice cracking.

Marcus turned to face her, his eyes soft. "You grew up with a lot of expectations of how your life would play out, I can see that," he said gently. "But you're still the same person, Chasity. Just with a different body. And a hell of a lot more strength than most folks will ever know."

His words resonated within her, a soothing balm to the turmoil she felt. She took another swig of beer, feeling the warmth spread through her. "It's just... I miss being Chase, sometimes," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Marcus reached over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know it's hard," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But you're not just any woman, you're Chasity. Strong, beautiful, and full of life." His hand remained there, the warmth of it seeping through the fabric of her shirt and into her very soul. It was the first time someone had touched her in a way that didn't feel invasive or foreign since the accident. It felt... right.

"But what do I do now?" she whispered, her voice shaky. "How do I live like this?"

Marcus looked at her, the fire casting a warm glow on his handsome face. "I could suggest a few things," he offered, his voice low and measured. "But you'd have to trust me completely and you would have to promise me that you wouldn’t tell Rachone."

Her curiosity piqued, Chasity leaned in. "What do you mean?"

Marcus took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving hers. "How to accept what has happened. How to live in the now instead of the future or the past. How to get out of your head and into the now," Marcus murmured, his hand sliding down her arm to rest lightly on her hand. His touch was electric, sending a jolt of something new and unfamiliar through her. It was a feeling she hadn't felt before, and she didn't know how to process it.

"But you're right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't just... forget who I was."

Marcus leaned closer, his hand still on hers. "I'm not asking you to forget," he said, his voice deep and reassuring. "But maybe it's time to accept who you are now. To let go of what you thought you were supposed to be and embrace your destiny."

Chasity took a deep breath, the fire crackling between them, casting shadows across their faces. "What if this was your destiny?" he asked, his voice resonating through her. "You could have ended up as an ugly woman, but look at you," he said, his gaze sweeping over her body. "Your beauty is undeniable. And your grace, it's like watching water flow over the sand."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt something stir within her, something she hadn't felt since the accident. "I've never thought of it that way," she admitted, her voice tentative.

Marcus nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "You're so focused on what you've lost that you're not seeing what’s right in front of you," he said, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of her hand. The sensation was oddly soothing, grounding her in the moment.

"And what's that?" Chasity whispered, her voice trembling.

“Me.” He stated it as if it should have been obvious

“Did you ever notice your nipples get hard whenever you’re around me? I have.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck.

Marcus's hand slid up her thigh, his touch sending bolts of electricity through her body. She gasped, pulling away slightly. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.

Marcus's smile was slow and knowing. "What you've wanted me to do since the moment you saw me in that kitchen, Chasity," he murmured, his voice a seductive caress. "You've been watching me, haven't you? Have you been having dreams? I see the way you blush sometimes.”

Chasity felt the heat of his hand through the fabric of her shorts, his touch sending a thrill through her she hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. "I…I don't know what you mean," she stuttered, her heart racing.

Marcus leaned closer, the warmth of his breath against her cheek. "I'm going to kiss you now," he said, his voice a low rumble. "If I'm wrong, tell me to stop."

Her heart racing, Chasity closed her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat. His lips met hers, and she felt a spark that she hadn't felt in so long, a spark that had nothing to do with pain or fear, but everything to do with desire. His kiss was gentle at first, tentative, as if he was waiting for her to pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned into it, her body responding in ways she didn’t think possible.

Marcus's hand roughly grabbed her breast, and she felt the fabric of her shorts get wetter as he picked her up and carried her onto the soft wet sand. He was insistent, his kisses growing more demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth like it was his own playground. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and the thought of what was about to happen sent a thrill of excitement through her that she hadn't ever felt.

Granted, his experience as a guy was mostly nonexistent, but Rachone had taught her enough through whispers and shared magazines that she knew what to do.

He laid her down, the sand cool and rough against her back, and she could feel the tide coming in, the waves lapping at her feet. The moon cast a silver light on the water, and she could see his muscles rippling as he removed her bikini top. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her, his eyes dark with hunger.

Marcus lowered his mouth to her chest, and she felt the first wet kiss against her skin. His tongue traced the line of her areola, sending a shiver down her spine. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling it gently at first, then more firmly, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. She gasped, her body arching up to meet his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she felt a thrill of excitement that came out of left field. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her new form with a hunger that made her feel alive.

He cupped her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs teasing her nipples as he switched to her other breast, his tongue swirling and flicking in a way that had her moaning softly. The sand clung to her back, adding to the sensation of his roughened skin against her softness. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure that she never knew could exist, but it was intoxicating. She could feel her arousal building, the ache between her legs growing with each stroke of his tongue. Rachone’s friendship had been a lifeline, but this? This was something entirely new.

Marcus's hand slid down to her bikini bottom, his fingers deftly sliding beneath the fabric. He found her clit, already swollen and sensitive from the attention her breasts had received. He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, his other hand sliding into her shorts to explore the wetness that had soaked the fabric. Chasity’s breath hitched as he touched her, the sensation overwhelming and alien. She hadn’t had any sexual experiences as Chase, and this was a revelation. Rachone’s whispers and magazine articles didn’t come close to preparing her for the reality of it all.

He continued to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin as his thumb worked its magic on her clit. Chasity’s hips began to move of their own accord, rocking against his hand as she sought more of that delicious friction. She felt the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter, like a spring being wound up with each stroke. Rachone had talked about this, about the way her body would respond to a man’s touch. But Rachone’s words couldn’t capture the intensity of the sensation, the way it was building up inside of her.

Marcus could feel her getting closer, her breaths coming faster and more ragged. He slid a finger into her wetness, and she gasped at the intrusion. It was different from the doctors, different than her own tentative explorations in the shower. His touch was sure, experienced, and it sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. He pumped his finger in and out of her, his thumb never leaving her clit, and she could feel the orgasm building like a crescendo in a symphony.

And then it hit her, a wave of pure ecstasy that made her body convulse and shake. She cried out, her back arching off the sand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Holy fucking shit," she murmured, her voice lost to the roar of the ocean. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a release that seemed to shake her very soul. Marcus chuckled against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

"Good?" he asked, his voice thick with satisfaction. She could only nod, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She felt his hand cover hers, guiding it to his erection. She was surprised at how hard he was, how much he wanted her. Rachone’s father?

Her heart racing, she wrapped her fingers around him, tentative at first, grazing the skin and staring up at the stars as she felt his warmth and firmness. It was when she felt it move at her touch that she realized how much power she had in that moment. She began to stroke him, her movements tentative, but growing bolder as she felt his response, his breath hitch and his body.

Her stolen moments in the bathroom mirror had not prepared her for this moment, but she felt something deep within her that was unmistakably right.

Marcus took her hand and led her into the water, the waves washing over them as he kissed her again. His other hand slipped into her shorts, and she gasped as he began to stroke her, his touch gentle and insistent. It was like he knew exactly what she needed, and she found herself melting into him, the waves of pleasure crashing over her as the ocean water kissed their skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her neck, his voice thick with desire. "So perfect."

Marcus's guidance grew more assertive as the night went on. He led her through each sensation with a firm hand, his touch both gentle and demanding. Chasity felt a sense of safety and belonging she hadn't known since before the accident. He was like a guide in the dark, showing her the way to pleasure she had never thought she could experience. His confidence was contagious, and she began to trust him implicitly.

Their kisses grew deeper, and he picked her up again, carrying her into the house and up the stairs to The luxurious master bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, the softness enveloping her as he kissed down her body. His tongue traced the curve of her neck, her collarbones, and the valley between her breasts. He was a master of seduction, his hands roaming and claiming her new body, his kisses leaving a trail of fire wherever they landed.

Marcus's touch grew more assertive, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her shorts and sliding them off, revealing her freshly shaved mound to the moonlit night. He paused to admire her, his eyes dark with lust and something else, something deeper. He leaned down to kiss her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button, then lower, tracing the line of her newly formed slit. Chasity's body responded in ways she had never thought possible, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet, exploring and teasing until she thought she would scream with need.

But instead of giving her what she craved, Marcus's hand came down with a sharp smack on her bare ass, making her yelp. "Naughty girl," he murmured against her skin. "Patience is a virtue." His voice was like velvet, the promise of more punishment a thrilling thrill. Rachone had whispered about spanking with her friends, but Chasity had never understood the appeal. Until now. The sting grew into a warmth that spread through her, making her wetter and more desperate for his touch.

Another smack, this one a little harder, and she moaned, her hands clutching the sand beneath her. "Good girl," he praised, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her. His hand rested on her skin for a moment, the heat from the smack lingering, before he delivered another. The rhythm was unpredictable, keeping her on edge. Each smack sent a jolt through her body, making her arch her back and cry out. Porn stories didn’t do this justice. It was more than just pain, it was a dance, a symphony of sensations that were both terrifying and exhilarating.

The fourth smack was the hardest yet, and Chasity's moan turned into a whimper. But she didn't ask him to stop. Instead, she found herself begging for more, her body craving the intense connection she had with Marcus. His touch was both tender and fierce, a duality that spoke to the depth of his desire for her. Rachone had talked about the excitement of exploring boundaries with partners, but this was beyond anything Chasity had ever imagined.

Marcus's hand slid between her legs again, his fingers probing and teasing until he found her clit, now swollen and desperate for attention. He began to rub it with a rhythm that matched the smacks, each touch a perfect counterpoint to the sting of his hand on her ass. The pain was a strange, delicious ache that only served to heighten the pleasure, and she found herself writhing under his touch. Rachone's whispers about the allure of submission took on a new meaning as she felt her body respond to his every command.

He slid a finger inside her, and she was so wet that he barely encountered any resistance. His thumb continued to work her clit as he began to pump his finger in and out, the feeling of being filled sending her over the edge. She came hard, her body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. Marcus kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back.

“Hmmm, good girl. See how good it can be? What being a woman can be like? What can happen when you embrace your new body?” he said as he slowly began to lay her back and put himself between her legs.

She nodded, but her eyes were wide as she realized what he was about to do. “Marcus, I am scared.”

“Don’t be, baby. It’s going to be alright. This is what you were made for, and I am going to make you a woman,” and with that, he entered her slowly.

Chasity groaned as she entered womanhood fully for the first time. He felt massive, stretching her walls in a way his fingers hadn’t. It was shocking and yet pleasurable all at once. Marcus stroked her hair and face as he continued filling her virginal cavity.

“That’s the way, take it all, girl, embrace your new self, your new purpose.” Marcus said in a low, steady voice, watching her face in the light of the moon through the window.

When it became evident that her mind and body had fully accepted his length and girth, he began slowly fucking her in long, deep strokes, nearly withdrawing from her and pushing nearly to the hilt. She lifted her head, desiring to kiss him desperately. He gave it to her, locking his mouth over hers while his hand massaged the side of her breasts that was compressed against his chest.

She was preparing to climax again and was welcoming it. Her eyes flashed open from the sleepy expression she had. “I am going to cum again,” she moaned.

“Do it, you deserve it, baby.” Marcus said with a prideful smile.

Her arms embraced his back again, grazing over the scratches she had made earlier. “You can come inside me, I can’t get pregnant.”

“I know,” he said into her ear as he began picking up the speed and the two climaxed together. She shuddered beneath him, her eyes watering with joy and emotion. He was panting in her ear, feeling relieved himself. After a few moments of feeling their heartbeats against each other, Marcus pulled away and rolled over. “You better clean up and get back to bed before Rachone wakes up. But I want us to be together again. I have more to teach you.”

Chasity didn’t respond but slowly got up and tiptoed out of the bedroom, gathering up her clothes as she went and then went to the bathroom furthest from Rochone’s. Her legs were trembling, and her pussy felt raw and open. Her lips were sensitive to the touch as she dabbed tissue against her sex to try to clean herself up as quietly as possible. Marcus’ seed dribbled out into the toilet.

Once in bed again, she pondered what had just happened. It was shocking enough to have sex but the fact that she had done it the first time with a man who was old enough to be her own father was troublesome. And it was the father of her new best friend! She felt shamed and turned on by the taboo at the same time. Marcus obviously had no reservations and had made it clear that they would see each other again. She bit her nail in confusion. He had been right on so many things, she was certain of it, but felt like it was wrong of him to show her. Still, she had enjoyed it and felt like she could trust him. He obviously knew so much about her and respected her for who she was and where she had come from. She drifted off to sleep contemplating the things that he had said to her.

The next morning, the girls got up late and found Marcus preparing breakfast for them. Marcus was warm and friendly, giving his daughter a big hug and kiss, and a little tickle as a greeting, and smiled broadly at Chasity. “Did you sleep well?,” he inquired innocently.

“For the most part,” Chasity smiled, “you know how it is sleeping in a strange bed.”

Marcus nodded knowingly as he began serving the pancakes and eggs to the girls as they sat at the island bar. Immediately after breakfast, the girls donned their swim apparel again and went outside to catch the rays of the morning sun. Soon after that, Brandon and Tyler appeared again, ready to fill their lustful eyes with the two beauties and try their luck at flirting again. The young men didn’t even ask if they could drop their towels next to the girls, but each one took a spot on either side of Rochone and Chasity. Both of them rested on their sides so that they could look at the girls directly. The boys bantered a bit about what they had done the day before and Chasity could relate, but she wasn’t interested. These were just boys, and she was a woman now. Marcus had told her that.

Brandon spoke up, sensing a change in the atmosphere. Rochone was acting interested, but clearly they weren’t reaching Chasity. “You ladies want to go for a walk down to Pier 22? We can buy you lunch or something.”

Chasity spoke for the first time. “No thanks, we just ate.” Her remarks were greeted by an annoyed poke from Rochone. Chasity looked at her, equally annoyed and shook her head.

“Will you excuse us for a minute?” Rochone said as she rose up off of her beach towel. Chasity took the hint and followed her out of voice range from the guys. “What are you doing?” Rochone growled in a soft voice so as not to be heard.

“I don’t want to go, is that so bad?” Chasity crossed her arms across her 32J bikini top.

“Why? These guys are fun and they like us. I am not asking you to marry one, but you could at least enjoy the attention,” Rochone pleaded.

Chasity puckered her lips and shook her head. “Nope, walking two miles in the hot sun and sand to get a greasy cheeseburger with two guys who can’t look into my face for more than ten seconds isn’t my idea of fun.”

“Please?” Rochone held her hands together and begged in a whining voice. “Be my wing girl.”

“You like one of these guys?” Chasity said, raising her eyebrows. “Which one?”

“I don’t know, I just like the attention,” came the answer.

“Well, then go alone, and you will get all the attention. I told your dad at breakfast I didn’t really sleep well, so I think I am just going to go back to the house and try to take a nap. I will tell your dad where you went and who you are with. Go have your fun,” she motioned with her head towards the guys who were now in quiet discussions themselves.

Rochone took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Alright. But we are good here, right? No hard feelings, either way?”

“Oh, no way, Rochone. Please, I am just being a bitch right now. It’s nothing personal, I promise you.” She reached out and took her friend into an embrace. “I will make it up to you some time alright? Maybe at school, I don’t know, maybe we will go on a double date or something.” They broke their hug and held fingers for a bit as Rochone walked back to her friends. Chasity turned away and plodded back to the house leaving her basket and towel there on the beach to retrieve later.

Entering through the double doors that separated the kitchen from the beach, she found Marcus in the adjoining living room, watching baseball on the couch and drinking a bottle of Bud Light. She sat down at the other end of the couch but didn’t say anything.

“Where’s Rochone?” Marcus said, looking at her.

“She and Tyler and Brandon are going down to Pier 22 to get some food and goof around,” Chasity said, only breaking her eyes from the TV when he spoke to her.

“That’s a two-mile walk. They are going to be gone a while,” he said as he reached for the remote and turned it off.

“You don’t want to watch the game?” Chasity said with some curiosity in her voice.

“If you feel better with the tv on,” he clicked it back on but then changed the channel. Instantly, a scene between a naked man and woman was on. She was riding him in a reverse cowgirl position and moaning loudly.

“Yes, yes! Ummm, just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

Chasity giggled and turned to say something only to find Marcus closing in on her. She closed her eyes as he kissed for a moment, then wrapping his arms around her waist, scooped her up and pulled her into his lap. They continued kissing. His hands were on her ass, kneading her flesh, pulling her cheeks apart beneath her bottoms. Her bare skin could feel the heat of his growing erection, moving down the leg of his khaki shorts. She broke the kiss and then reached behind her neck and back to release the two straps that struggled to keep her breasts covered. Marcus then pushed the garment upward, revealing her naked breasts in all their magnificent and large glory.

“These are the breasts of a woman, not a girl. Some of the girls in school are going to be cruel to you, but just know it is an envious spite that they have.” He flicked her nipples with his thumbs and tugged on the surrounding dark circles with his fingers and thumbs. Then, gripping the breast near her chest, he squeezed the flesh, making her mounds more extended and then began kissing and sucking on each nipple in equal measure.

She breathed deeply and gyrated her hips slightly, signaling her desire and readiness. But first, she needed to free her desire from the constraints of his pants. She extended her upper legs, then stepped back off the couch and lowered herself onto the floor between his legs. At first, she let one hand slide into the opening of his leg to feel his cock again. Perhaps it was because she couldn’t see it, that she was surprised at how big it felt. Or maybe she just didn’t handle it long enough to remember. But she giggled in surprise and anticipation as she clasped her hand just behind the tip and squeezed it slightly, feeling it flex in response.

Withdrawing her hand, she worked the button of his garment loose and then pulled the zipper down. Once accomplished, she grabbed the bottom edges of his shorts and tugged. Marcus lifted up to allow her to remove them but also pushed his boxer briefs down in conjunction with her own movements. Now free, his manhood stood at attention for the inspection.

She leaned forward against the couch, stroking and admiring his cock in full light now. For a brief moment, she wondered if Chase might have been equally as blessed as the nine and half inches she toyed with at the moment. It was probably unfair to compare her unusual chest size to what might have been the length of a mature cock, but she couldn’t help but wonder. She looked up at Marcus and pondered what it might have been like for Chase to look down at a girl where she was right now.

But this is where she was right now, and it was time to embrace this moment as a woman should do. She opened her mouth and brought the tip to her lips, savoring the touch of his heat against them. She stuck out her tongue and pressed firmly to the small soft patch just behind the head.

Marcus smiled down at her but said nothing until she opened her mouth and inserted several inches into it. He let out a satisfied hiss, and his body jerked just slightly, signalling his pleasure.

Chasity continued the motion, going faster and faster. Her hand,now at the base, squeezed it on occasion. Even though this was her first time, she remembered enough about masturbation to know what would set him off.

A salty taste suddenly appeared in her mouth. She knew this was a clear signal of what was to come, and so she pulled her mouth away and started stroking him fiercely.

Marcus bellowed, “What the hell are you doing? Put your mouth back on there and finish me like a woman should do!” He leaned forward and was looking very unhappy.

Chasity was shocked. She didn’t really want to do this, at least not yet. She was hoping to work her way into this when she felt more brave.

“Put it in your mouth,... and… swallow …my… cum,” he said, emphasizing the last few words. “Don’t make me force you to do it.”

After a very short pause, she opened her mouth and began again.

“That’s right, Chasity. Be a good girl and swallow that nut,” Marcus said, relaxing and leaning back again into the couch. He kept his eyes on her, either to ensure she wasn’t going to stop or just to watch her add another achievement to her pathway to womanhood. He only closed his eyes for a moment just before he erupted into her throat. He groaned, not loudly or as if in immense pleasure, but just in a response to what he was doing.

His semen splattered against her uvula, and it caused her to cough through her nose. But her mouth stayed firmly wrapped around his cock as it continued emitting his seed. The taste was awful, almost like rancid meat. And the smell traveled into her navel cavity and was equally pungent. Still, she didn’t stop. In fact, the distasteful combination made her swallow it as fast as she could to rid her mouth of it. How could women take this? Porn really made this into a fantasy that was not living up to the hype.

“That’s the good girl, take it all down,” Marcus said, grinning and stroking the top of her head like she was a pet.

She took that as a sign that she could stop and opened her mouth. A thin strand of spit and sperm linked her mouth to his cock as he pulled away until the strand broke and landed on her breasts. She looked down at it. It was clearly more sperm than saliva.

“So, how did you like it?” Marcus said with a grin that suggested he already knew the answer.

She merely shook her head and wiped her mouth with her forearm.

“Swallowing is an acquired taste, kind of like learning to drink beer,” he said, reaching for the Bud Light bottle and handing it to her. “The more you do it, the easier it goes down. But I can make it more savory for you next time. I will go to the store today and buy a gallon of pineapple juice and drink that. I can cut back on the meat too. That will improve the taste.”

At this point, she wasn’t really sure that there would be a next time, with him or with anyone else.

He took the beer from her and helped her off the floor, putting her next to him on the couch. He used his shirt to wipe off the mouth of the bottle and then took a drink before setting it aside again. “You might know this already, but knowing how to give a good bj is a very useful thing for a young lady to know. It is an easy out when you don’t want to have sex, especially with a pushy young man or if you just aren’t in the mood to get it on. If I didn’t know better, I'd guess you had done this before. But I suspect your experience, whatever that was, as a guy served you well today.”

Chasity hadn’t really had any kind of education like that. Chase knew about the birds and bees obviously, but was only starting to talk to Rochone about boys and sex to a small degree. The conversations were mostly about dressing up to catch attention, how to speak and use your eyes, and kissing. Had Marcus shared this kind of knowledge with his daughter? The idea was almost repulsive. She also wondered if Rochone had ever engaged in oral sex before. Unfortunately, Chasity wouldn’t have anyone to talk to about this while she was here, perhaps ever. She could lie about Marcus later in life, but the moment would have passed. She really wanted to tell someone everything. Instead, she would have to share her feelings with her mentor, who was showing her the ways of womanhood in the most amazing way possible.

“T-thanks,” she said as she reached for a tissue to clean off her chest before putting her top back on. “I probably should go to my bedroom. I told Rochone I was going to take a nap.”

“Oh shit, I almost forgot!” Marcus snapped off the couch and dressed himself quickly. “We are good, right?”

“Definitely,” she said, leaning over to kiss him quickly before leaving the room. Marcus turned the porn channel back to the game and uttered a sound of disgust as he saw the current score.

In bed, she reflected again upon what had transpired between her and the older man. His tone with her at one point frightened her a little. But there was something about his domination over her that piqued her interest in him. It was like she was happy to be his slut. She grinned at the word. It sparked a feeling between her legs and she realized that she hadn’t got off herself. She pulled the bikini bottom to the side and applied her fingers to her magic button, rubbing herself firmly and thinking about Marcus until a sound ripped from her vocal cords loud enough that she was sure Marcus had heard her. It didn’t matter. What was there to hide from him at this point? She got up and went to the bathroom, peed and then washed her hands and brushed her teeth. Returning to the room, she actually did fall asleep until Rochone came back.

Chasity opened her eyes when the door opened, almost expecting that it would be Marcus. Rochone was wet from head to toe. “Did you go swimming?” Chasity said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“Um-hm,” Rochone smiled as she sat down on her towel at the end of the bed.

“And?” Chasity said, cocking her head.

“I gave the guys a blowjob under one of the piers. They got all over me, so I had to take a swim in the water to get it all off.” She was almost laughing as she spoke.

“Shut up, you did not!” Chasity said, throwing her hand down next to her.

“I did. I couldn’t decide between them so I thought, why not both?”

“You dirty slut,” Chasity said softly with a big smile.

“I know, right? You should have seen their faces, they were like…equal parts turned on and freaked out at the same time. Like, I don’t know if they were worried about getting caught or being naked next to each other or…maybe worried about what I would think about their junk. It was so cute,” Rochone explained as if it were no big deal.

“Have you ever done that before?” Chasity leaned in, thoroughly enjoying this girl’s moment with her new friend.

Rochone shook her head no. “That’s what’s crazy about it. And I did it with two at once. It was really hot. I felt like a porn star.”

Chasity considered for a moment that Rochone must have taken a peek into her father’s porn channels a few times while alone in the past.

Chasity shook her head in disbelief. “I am not calling you a liar, but I can hardly believe it. That’s crazy.”

“Well, I have you to thank…or blame for it,” her friend said while pushing on Chasity’s arm.

“Yeah, well now I am really glad I didn’t go,” Chasity said, looking at her from the corner of her eyes.

“You are such a prude,” Rochone teased as she got up to go shower. “Love you lots.”

“Love you more,” Chasity said, puckering her lips as her girlfriend left the room.

That night, over dinner, Chasity watched Marcus eat. True to his word, he was drinking pineapple juice and eating a smaller portion of the pork chop than he normally would have taken. He had replaced much of the serving with a fruit cocktail. It was hard not to smirk and giggle about it. It made her curious about whether what he was saying about foods changing the taste was actually true. Perhaps she had been too hasty in deciding not to engage in that activity again.

A few nights later, Chasity awoke when she felt a hand squeezing her own. She knew right away it was that of a man’s hand and that it must be Marcus. She raised her head and felt another hand move to the side of her cheek as he kissed her softly. Then he spoke into her ear.

“I want you.”

It was as if she were under his spell. The whole thing seemed ethereal and dream-like. The blanket was removed slowly, careful not to disrupt his daughter’s sleep and then she was lifted up like a baby into his arms and carried out of the room into the hallway with only a small plug in night light to shine the pathway to his room. She couldn’t see anything, and so it only seemed natural to let him move her in the way he wanted to.

He first lifted away her nightgown. She only wore panties underneath. Then he slowly removed those as well. She moaned in anticipation softly. Then, he turned her on her stomach and did something unexpected. She felt something, small and hard, touch her lips and heard his voice say, “Open your mouth, this will keep you quiet.” The small appendage went between her teeth and not much further. Her lips were now covered by what felt like a leather patch that was attached to the appendage. Behind her head, she felt him tying a simple bow knot to keep the gag in place. Next, he took her hand and placed a bracelet of some kind around her wrist. It snapped close. She then heard what sounded like a chain being moved and it clinked against the iron rods of the headboard. Another bracelet was then snapped to her other hand. She was chained to the bed, but it wasn’t frightening. She could move her hands and believed that if she wanted to, she could have even unsnapped the bindings with each hand because there was so much mobility. The device wasn’t devious, it was playful.

Secured as she was, Marcus moved behind her and told her to lift her ass up. She did as she was asked, and then came the next surprise. Something cold was being applied to her asshole. It was possibly a washcloth or maybe a wet wipe, she wasn’t sure. Then this was followed by the sound of something squirting, like a ketchup bottle, and another cold liquid was poured over her sphincter. She began to become concerned. Was he going to have anal sex with her? She wasn’t ready for that. She started to move her hand to the gag to remove it but then something else happened. His fingers moved against her snatch with something very thick, wet and warm. It caused her membranes to tingle and warm rapidly. His fingers continued working against her lips and clit which stopped her from taking any further action. Her hips wiggled about and she moaned against the gag pleasurably.

Most surprising is what happened next. She felt what could only be his tongue, lapping away at whatever had been poured over her asshole. She gasped, audibly even though the gag was still in place. His fingers pressed into her vaginal canal, moving whatever gel he had put there deeper inside her. Her butthole flinched against his tongue, and he chuckled in response but kept going.

After bringing her to climax, Marcus positioned himself behind her doggy style. She was more than receptive to him, now that she was over-lubricated with the gel and her own juices. He fucked her slowly and tapped her asshole with his finger first, rubbing around the lubricant still remained. Then there was something else. It wasn’t warm, but small and cylindrical. It pushed itself against her rosebud and then suddenly, it wasn’t there. Well, not outside anyway. It was in her. He had stopped fucking her for the moment. There was another pressure, this one a little larger than the first. She swallowed hard as it opened her up and then was swallowed up in her anus as the last one was. “One more, baby. You are doing so good,” Marcus said in a soft, reassuring voice. The next orb was larger still, and she groaned a little louder as it was forced into her. “Good job, Chasity, now,” she felt his hand go for her hair and give it a yank. “I want to hear you thank me for making you a dirty girl.”

“Mpffan…cooo” Chasity muffled as best as she could, before shrieking as he plunged his cock deep inside her and began to fuck her as fast as he could. Up on her elbows, her tits swung about until they were clapping against each other. He relentlessly fucked her and she came again and again as he held on to her hair tightly like holding the reins of a runaway horse. He didn’t slow down until he emptied his balls into her again. Then after pulling away, he slowly pulled the anal beads out slowly, one by one. The first removal caused her to climax again.

He patted her ass as if he were proud of her, then removed the gag first before removing the wrist cuffs. “They weren’t too tight, were they?” he said soothingly, rubbing each wrist softly after freeing them.

“No, I was fine. I didn’t expect Fifty Shades of Grey with you,” she said, smiling in the dark. Marcus pushed her on her back and kissed her long and softly.

“You are one hell of a woman, Chasity. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently. Now, you best get back to bed before someone realizes you are gone.”

She kissed him again, and he helped her put on her nightgown again, before leaving. It wouldn’t be until she woke up that she realized she didn’t have her panties. Apparently, Marcus had kept them as a trophy of the evening’s conquest.

The two lovers engaged each other again and again like this over the summer. Each one stealing into each other’s room in the earliest hours of the morning to make love. Many times, Marcus would push her limits, experimenting with her sexually in new ways that Chasity had never imagined. She even grew to love the taste of his semen. And before the summer was over, Marcus had taken her anal cherry as well. Rochone never suspected anything.

When school started, true to her word, Chasity did go on a double date with Rochone to the prom. Chasity went with the secretary of their class, and Rochone went with a varsity basketball player. Rochone was in the running for prom queen but failed to earn the title by ten votes.

Chasity didn’t see Marcus at all during the school year until graduation day. The parents stood behind their girls in their caps and gowns for pictures. At one point, Marcus patted Chasity on the behind very discreetly but that was the only indication of what they had shared together the previous summer. It was enough, though, to make her wish that she could have stolen away into a car and let him have her one last time.

In college, Chasity worked up the courage to start dating but didn’t really settle for one guy. She slutted it up with several guys and even had a small lesbian affair with a girl from another campus that she met at a sorority mixer. But she never forgot Marcus and the lessons he taught her. She was eternally grateful to him for it.