The Ring
Copyright© 2026 by bumastis
Chapter 3
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A young boy finds a magic ring. It allows him to change into various other bodies, male and female. He uses it to have a wild sex life, becoming wilder and wilder, until he becomes a famous porn star, as a male and as a female.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Fiction Body Swap Incest Mother Son Father Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Male Oriental Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration First Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Prostitution Transformation
I was still fucking all my other friends, as a boy or as a girl. I had Sam visit for a sleepover and let him fuck Maureen, then we had boy sex together. Same with my other male friends. I couldn’t invite the girls over to spend the night, but they could ask me to sleepovers at their houses as a girl. I could then fuck them as a girl or a boy.
Walt and Marie kept wanting to repeat fucking my hermaphrodite shape. I named that form Terry, a nice generic name for a boy or a girl. Finding a place to fuck them as Terry was a problem. They couldn’t change their appearances, so any of our parents would see two boys and a girl, or two girls and a boy. Either way, they’d bar the door to the wrong sex.
A month after our orgy, Walt’s parents went to a special dinner to raise money for the local museum. He said they’d be out for hours, so we met at his house. He fucked my cunt while Marie rode my cock, his hands fondling her breasts. Then she put on a dildo and fucked my cunt while Walt impaled his ass on my cock. He buggered me as I fucked Marie, then she pegged him while he and I sucked each other’s cocks.
After Phyllis’ experiment, no one else wanted to try my double cock form, which didn’t surprise me a bit. It was kind of fun for me, but it took a lot of coordination to make it work properly. And no one wanted the futa version. A cock with tits just didn’t turn any of us on.
I just kept on cutting gym class once a week, and getting laid for money, fucking my friends in the evenings, dating La Tonya openly as Frank. I was just enough embarrassed about being a whore that I didn’t tell even my friends about that. I wasn’t so embarrassed that I was going to stop doing it, though.
I was out for a walk dressed as a girl on a warmish Saturday. I chose a new body this time, a Russian face with black hair. The sexy clothes and body, lipstick and all. I wanted to look sexy, to get men and even women lusting for me and my body. A few guys patted my ass as they went past me, which thrilled me. Real girls may not like that, but that was what I wanted today.
I went into a Queequog’s for a coffee and sat at a table outside on the sidewalk because it was warm out. An older guy dressed very nicely came by, saw me, went in to buy a coffee, and asked if he could sit with me. I let him and we talked for a while. He said his name was Joe and he was in town on business. Finally he asked if I would like to come with him to his hotel nearby and have sex him. He even offered me a thousand dollars if I’d come with him and fuck him.
That was my standard price now, so I eagerly agreed to go with him. I told him my name was Sasha. I was really caught up in my sexy fantasy and I wanted that attention. We went up to his room and it was huge, with a king-sized bed, a bar, and several comfortable chairs.
He stripped me naked, kissing and caressing every part of my body he uncovered. He was the best lover I had had yet, since older meant more experienced. We got into the bed and I sucked his cock till it got really hard and stiff. Then he spread me out, and fucked me. He thrust deep and hard, fast and steadily. I’d never been fucked like this before, and I loved it.
Then he turned me over and buggered me, deep and hard. Oh, I loved it! Cunt or ass or mouth, I just loved a cock in me. And anal was fast becoming a favorite, as a girl, but also as a boy. I thought he would have been too drained after our first fuck, but he kept on pumping my ass. Finally he filled my ass with a big spurt of cum, and he rolled off me. We kissed and caressed each other as we lay there.
“Sasha, you’re great!” he told me. “Can I get you for all night next Friday? My son is getting married, and I want to pay for his bachelor party. I won’t be there, just him and his friends. I’ll pay you a grand for each of the men. I think there’ll be ten of them, but if there’s more, it’s still a grand each.”
“For all night?” I asked, trying to think of a way to get to stay out all night without telling my parents the truth. A sleepover? Maybe that would work.
“Yeah. Oh, you think I’m being cheap. I give you a thousand for a few hours now, and think that’s enough for all night with a bunch of guys. You’re right, that is being cheap. Hell, my son doesn’t get married every day, and I can afford it. Two thousand per man. How’s that sound?”
That sounded fantastic! I could invent a sleepover with no trouble. Sam would be glad to give me cover. Joe told me to be at the Hotel Ambrosia at eight in the evening next Friday, and go up to room 417. His son would have a check to pay me. I asked him to make it to Cash.
I’d never dealt with checks from any of my johns, but I figured I could deposit it without any trouble in my bank account. That was growing very nicely with all the johns I was fucking. I also realized I needed to get away from home without my parents suspecting anything. Sam would tell anyone who asked that I was with him all night, so that was fine.
But I couldn’t turn into Sasha before I left home. My parents would want to see me leaving for Sam’s house. So I made a reservation at the Hotel Paris near the Hotel Ambrosia, a cheap room for Friday night. I could change there, and then change back afterward. I packed my girl clothes and makeup in my overnight bag for the “sleepover.”
Friday nights were always clear for sleepovers. Even if I had a lot of homework, there was still the weekend to do it. My parents weren’t grade freaks, either. I did all right, but they didn’t expect really high grades. By working hard, I managed to keep my wild sex life and an adequate level of grades.
I left home about six, walking toward Sam’s house. Once out of sight of home, I turned toward downtown and the hotels. I got to the Hotel Paris, paid for my room, and went up to get ready for a long night of wild sex. I showered as Sasha, wanting to be sure all the girl parts were fresh to begin with. Makeup took some time, as always, even though I knew it would be all messed up fairly quickly. I had a new dress, extra sexy, for the night. I looked at myself in the mirror, and loved what I saw.
I went out, down the street a block, and into the Hotel Ambrosia. I got out of the elevator on the fourth floor and knocked on the door of room 417. A handsome guy opened the door and looked at me, with a question on his face.
“Hello, I’m Sasha,” I told him.
“Malcolm, Sasha’s here, is she the whore your father is sending?” he yelled to someone inside.
“Yeah, Phil, let her in,” another voice answered him. Then an even nicer looking guy came up to greet me.
“Hi, I’m Malcolm, the groom to be. My dad said he was going to send a great whore to entertain us tonight. Ever fucked a dozen men all in one night?”
“A dozen men? Not that many at once, no. Five men and seven women at an orgy. I can go all night. The number isn’t that important.”
“Great! A couple more guys are still coming and should be here soon. You can put your bag in here.” He opened a door and showed me another room attached to his. I set my overnight bag on a table in it. Another bed, for sleeping if I had a chance or need. A separate bathroom and shower. Nice.
I really hadn’t known what to do for a bachelor party, except fuck everyone there. I did look up some videos of how to do a strip-tease. I thought that would be a good way to get things started, and then just let the sex flow after that.
The last two guys showed up about ten minutes later, with another girl, who looked like another whore.
“I told you my dad had arranged the entertainment, Bob” Malcolm told his buddy. “Sasha’s here, and dad says she’s a fantastic fuck. Why did you bring this girl?”
“Well, you know, there’s a dozen of us,” Bob tried to excuse himself. “I thought maybe your broad might get overworked. And Sheila here is hot! What’s the problem with having two whores at a bachelor party? The more the merrier, I always say.”
“Hi, Sheila, I’m Sasha,” I introduced myself to my unexpected partner. “How do you feel about girl/girl sex?”
“Love it, Sasha,” she replied. “We can give these guys a nice show if they start getting limp.”
Malcolm’s bedroom was much larger than the side room, with a lot of space around the king-sized bed. There were lots of chairs near it, so his friends could watch easily while waiting for their turns.
Malcolm wanted me to start things off, so I got into the open space near the bed and began stripping. I wasn’t very good at doing a strip-tease, but they were already too horny to care. They wanted to see me naked as quickly as I could manage.
Once naked, I knelt in front of Malcolm, pulled his trousers down, and began sucking his cock. It was a very nice cock, getting longer as I sucked and licked it. Once I got it stiff, it was about seven inches long, pretty good. I sucked harder and got him to cum in my mouth, and his cum tasted wonderful.
I threw myself back onto the mattress and spread my legs. He got between them, hard again already, and began fucking me with a lot of zest. Bob had stripped down too and offered me his cock to suck. The other guys were also undressing, some to fuck Sheila, some to wait.
After Malcolm came in my cunt, he offered me his cock for sucking again. I licked my juices from it and got him hard again. Then he told me to pull my legs up over my head. He wanted to bugger me, and I was eager for that, too. His cock was nice and long, but not too thick, and it filled my ass very nicely. I could take a cock like that in my ass all night long and be wildly happy.
After Malcolm was finished in my ass, Phil and Bob wanted to DP me. Fine with me. My ass was already gaping, and I loved two cocks in me. Guy after guy came up to get sucked off, to fuck my cunt, to bugger my ass. The hours passed by blindly.
After about two hours, they all broke off for some refreshment. Champagne and oysters to recharge their supplies of cum. Sandwiches, too, for Sheila and me, to keep up our stamina. Another hour and a half of straight sex and there was another break. The guys were peaking out, and needed some more stimulation.
Sheila and I guzzled some champagne and got onto the bed. We started with a nice, cozy sixty-nine, drinking the collected cum of all these guys out of each other. Her tongue was great on my pussy, and she knew to poke a finger into my anus as well.
We shifted to tribbing for a while. I rubbed against her pussy, then we moved and she rubbed against mine. She brought out a dildo and strapped it on. I hadn’t brought mine because I didn’t think I’d need it at a bachelor party. Might scare the guys if they thought I was going to peg them.
She stuck it into my cunt and fucked me very well. Better, in fact, than a couple of the guys had done. Then she did my ass, long and lovingly. I loved it. We kissed and caressed for a while after that. By then all the guys had hard-ons again.
Along about three in the morning, Malcolm and all his friends were snoring, sprawled all over the room. Sheila and I went into the next room, took a shower together, and climbed into bed. No sex. We were just as tired as the men were.
About seven, Malcolm was shaking my shoulder, waking me up.
“Good morning, lover,” I mumbled sleepily, “want your morning wood taken care of?”
“No, thank you very much for asking,” he answered. “Today is my bride’s turn. I’ve got to get cleaned up and dressed for the church at eleven. I’m waking you two up to throw you out. Sheila, good morning, sleepyhead. Bob is responsible for you. Has he already paid you? If not, he’s still asleep in the other room. Better grab him before he wakes up and leaves.
“Sasha, you’re my responsibility. Dad says he offered you two thousand per man. He’s a generous man. He also told me I could offer you a bonus if I think you earned it. You two ladies both outlasted all the rest of us. That does deserve a bonus. He gave me a signed check with the amount blank. He offered you $24,000 for twelve of us. With a bonus. How does $30,000 sound to you? Is that enough of a bonus?”
“Thirty thousand dollars? Hell, yes, that’s enough of a bonus! Thank you, Malcolm. From the bottom of my heart. Are you sure you don’t want a quickie?”
“No, my bride expects me at full strength later on today. If I wanted someone on the side, you would be high on the list, but I don’t normally fool around. It’s been a delight to have fucked you. Have a good week.”
And he left. Sheila came back in holding a fist full of money and smiling. I put the check in my purse and got dressed. We had showered before we went to bed, and I didn’t want to linger any longer.
“I haven’t seen you around anywhere,” Sheila commented, “where do you normally work?”
“I’m just passing through this city,” I lied. “I happened to run into Malcolm’s father last weekend and he asked me to do this party. For the money, it was worth hanging around a week.”
We kissed goodbye and parted. I went back to the Hotel Paris, showered again, and changed back to Frank. I stopped for breakfast in the hotel restaurant before going home, and got back just before noon.
On Monday I went to my bank after school and deposited the check. There was a little bother, since young boys didn’t normally present such large checks. But they called Joe’s phone number on the check, and he said it was good and meant for me. He didn’t know who was really depositing it, but he knew who it was meant for.
My bank account was pretty large now. I was fucking guys for a grand each every week for a few months, fifteen thousand in all. This thirty thousand tripled that amount. I was feeling really good about this. Summer was coming up soon, and I figured I could go out almost every day and make a grand every time. By the end of summer vacation, I’d be rich.
Of course, I also wanted to fuck my friends. And they’d want to fuck me almost every day in the summer, too. I spent the night trying to figure out how to time my sex life through the summer. Fuck my friends in the morning and early afternoon, then go whoring later in the day. The times could work, but how tired would I be after a morning of wild sex? If I tried whoring in the morning, would I find the rich customers I relied on? Every other day? What excuse would I give my friends for not being available for them?
I cut gym class again on Thursday and went downtown as a black girl, Felicia. I hadn’t tried that before and wanted to see what the reaction would be. I was still getting the stares I expected and loved. All my female forms were beautiful, faces, breasts, asses, all of it. Only the skin color and hair were different.
A black man in a nice suit picked me up, and didn’t flinch when I asked for a thousand bucks. It’s a good thing I kept changing bodies, or the hotel would have had the cops in to arrest the obvious whore. But they weren’t going to bar different girls with different guys.
I’d been black when I was first dating La Tonya, but this was the first black man I’d actually fucked. He was just as nice as any other lover I’d ever had. I did have a brief worry that he might want to be my pimp, but I misread him. He wanted to use me, but not that way.
“You’re a really good fuck,” he praised me when he had filled my ass with another load of cum. “Would you be interested in getting off the streets and making some more serious money? I make porn videos, and I’m always looking for girls who are good in bed. You’re that, and you’re very attractive as well. Both count.
“One question. Are you over 18? If you are, I can offer you a good deal making porn movies, way more than you’ll make even at a grand a trick. If not, forget I said anything.”
“Sure, I’m over 18. I don’t have my ID with me right now. A friend got picked up by the cops and couldn’t lie about that being her first offense because they had her ID and could check her out.”
“Fine, come to my office with it on Monday. Here’s my card, Jason Brown. We can talk contract then, once I see your ID.”
I hurried home, trying to figure out how to get a fake ID by Monday. I could go to the DMV and get a real ID in any name I could convince them belonged to me. But how to do that? They would probably want to see a birth certificate or something like that. Then it came to me, I could bribe someone there with my body. It was beautiful and desirable. All I had to do was ooze sex at some clerk and he’d do what I wanted, no problem.
Well, not quite that easy. But Felicia was attractive enough and sexy enough. It took more pleading, and showing my tits, to get a young guy to make an ID without any proof of anything. He even forgot to laminate it, so I could make copies with other photos for my other girl bodies. I was in business.
On Monday, Susie wanted me to go to her house as Francine and fuck, but I told her I had an important appointment. I got to Mr. Brown’s office late in the day, but he was still there. He smiled when I came in. We chatted a bit, and then he asked for my ID. I had laminated the card and scuffed it up a bit so it didn’t look too new. I showed it to him and he inspected it. He smiled again, and asked if I’d ever done any video work, or webcam stuff.
“No, just been on the streets,” I answered.
“That’s fine, no problem. If you had a webcam following, it would help boost your sales. And prior work in videos would make you accustomed to working before a camera and crew. No big deal. We just have to allow a little more time for you to get settled down when we make the first video. After one, you should be comfortable doing the work”
He called his secretary in and asked her to photocopy my ID for their records. When he handed it back to me, he asked how soon I could start working with them. It was still two weeks to the end of the school year, and then my folks were taking me with them on vacation for two weeks.
“A month, at least,” I told him, with a sorrowful look on my face. “I’ve got some, um, well, you know, work lined up already for the next few weeks. Some long time customers I’d hate to disappoint. Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting any offer like yours when I set this other stuff up.”
“That’s fine. Here’s our staff web address. That’s where we do all our back room work. We post filming schedules, scripts, acting assignments, all that sort of thing. Drop me a line when you know your schedule better, and keep checking this site for more news of what we’re doing. I wanted to talk contract today, but if you can’t start right away, we can do that later. Don’t worry, we’ll pay you much better than you’re making now.”
“How much better?”
“Ah, at least two grand a week to start. If you’re as good as I think you are, five grand a week long term. How’s that sound?”
“Fantastic!”
I barely made it home in time to change before my parents got home. But I was elated at the prospect of making porn videos. More money, more fucking, less worry about the guy who was picking me up. No worry at all about cops or hotel detectives.
Two weeks more of school, two weeks vacation with my parents, then I’d be free all day to make porn videos. Great! Wait. How much time every day would I be filming? What if they ran late? How would I explain that to my folks? This was getting complicated again.
At least I had already thought ahead about the other girls. The original fake ID for Felicia wasn’t laminated and I had copied it to my computer. Now I could make more copies with the names of my other girls. I realized if I wanted all of them to work for Mr. Brown, they’d need different addresses, so I practiced forging the ID text until I got it perfect.
On Tuesday I had gone right after school, as Francine, to buy a new extra sexy dress. I’d been thinking about buying it for a while, and now I had plenty of money for it. And some extra sexy bras and panties from Frederick’s of Hollywood. I brought them home and was about to throw the bags they came in into my wastepaper basket.
I stopped when I thought my parents might wander into my room and see the bags. So I crumpled them up, went down to the kitchen trash can, and stuffed them down toward the bottom, out of sight. All safe and sound.
I went back up to my room and tried on my new clothes. I was really sexy, sure to attract all sorts of nice attention. It was about then that the bottom fell out of my world. Three things happened in close succession, any one of which would have been bad for me.
First was the bank statement. I had my college fund statement sent to me electronically. I had forgotten that once a quarter, the bank sent a copy to my parents, since their names were on the account, too. It arrived that afternoon, and my parents were surprised to see how much unexplainable money was in the account.
The second disaster happened almost immediately after that. Mom was throwing some kitchen waste into the trash when the clasp on her necklace broke, and it fell into the garbage. She reached into the can, felt around for her necklace, and pulled it out, along with the crumpled bags. She asked dad if he had bought her a surprise gift of undies. He denied any knowledge of the bags.
That left me as a source of the bags. Maybe I had bought something for La Tonya, my girlfriend. So she came upstairs to ask me. That was the third disaster. She opened the door to my room to see Francine in a slinky, sexy dress, admiring herself in the mirror.
“Who are you? How did you get in here? Where’s Frank?” mom asked angrily.
I panicked. I ran past her and tried to get outside. Dad was at the bottom of the stairs and caught me. He was very surprised to be holding a beautiful girl in his arms, but he didn’t let me go. Mom came down and they marched me into the living room.
“Who are you? Where’s Frank? What were you doing in his room? You’re not one of his school friends, because we know all of them. So who are you?”
I was trapped. Even if Francine could break away and run off, Frank would have to come home sooner or later and he’d have to explain things. Either way, I’d have to tell them the truth. Might as well do it now and get it over with. I pulled the ring off my finger and became Frank, in a slinky dress.
“What the hell!” yelled dad.
“How did you do that?” asked mom.
There were a lot of other questions, all on top of one another. Finally I got a chance to try to explain things to them.
“This ring is magic, I guess. I found it a while back, and it can change my appearance. I found it just before school started this fall. I went for a walk in the woods, tripped, fell, and my hand landed on the ring. I brought it home, all muddy, and I cleaned it up. Then I tried it on. I put it on my right hand ring finger and turned into my twin sister.”
“Frank, why didn’t you tell us about this ring?” both my parents asked at the same time.
I showed them the effect. Then I showed them some of the other girls, and other boys I could change into. I didn’t bother with the weird forms. Now they were both talking all at once. I held up my hand to quiet them down.
“That’s why I didn’t say anything. The first thing I changed into was a girl. I didn’t learn the others right away. I was intrigued by this, and embarrassed. How was I going to tell you I could turn into a girl any time I wanted to? I mean, a real girl, every part. Even what you can’t see now.
“Then, one day at school, some of my friends found out about it. I won’t tell you everything we did with it, but I did use it so I could date La Tonya. Leroy was me, wearing this ring. I lied about his father getting transferred. I felt really awkward about the ring, though. I showed my friends some of the girls forms, and Sam wanted to date the red haired Irish girl. That was just too weird. I told him no way, but he kept bringing it up.
“There’s a lot of other stuff you probably should know about, too. Can I go upstairs first, and put on boy clothes?”
They let me go up to my room. I changed and was downstairs in ten minutes. I didn’t want to make things worse for me by dawdling.
I told them everything. Lesbian sex with Susie, letting Sam fuck Maureen, who was really me. Having boy sex with him and the other boys in my crowd, and girl sex with all the girls. It was hard to talk about why I enjoyed being a girl and dressing sexily. Confessing to being a whore was the hardest part.
Well, the bachelor party was worse actually. And the offer to be in porn videos was the worst of all. This all took hours, so long that we had to send out for a pizza so we could eat something.
“Are you in any danger of getting pregnant, with all this wild sex?” mom asked serious questions.
“No, I don’t think so. When I take off the ring, any makeup I have on disappears, and any cum on my body. If I put the ring back on again immediately and become the same girl again, she’s always fresh and clean. So I don’t think any semen would remain inside of her.”
During the evening I brought them upstairs and showed them my secret stash of sex toys, girls’ undies, and dresses. I didn’t hide anything, because I wanted to be totally honest with them. I thought that might save me a bit of punishment. I had even given them the ring right away, before they even asked me to.
About nine o’clock, mom handed me the ring again and asked to see all the different forms I could take. I tried to dissuade her, but she insisted on knowing the worst about me.
I told her I’d have to be naked so they could see some of the changes.
“I’ve seen naked people before,” she said bluntly.
So I went through the whole list, those they had already seen and now the weird forms. I had to explain how the futa and the hermaphrodite were different. Both of my parents were astonished at the guy with two cocks. I gave them back the ring.
“How often have you used these bodies, Frank,” dad asked.
“The weird ones, not very much. Some of my friends wanted to have sex with the hermaphrodite. One girl tried the futa, but wasn’t thrilled by it. Another tried the guy with two cocks. She said it was fun, but never asked again.
“I’ve turned into Leroy regularly when I was first dating La Tonya, to fool her father. I haven’t had a need to be another boy. I have done different girls a lot, though. I told you about Susie. I was a different girl when Sam fucked me. And I went through a lot of different girl bodies when I was a prostitute.”
“Is that where all this money in your college account came from?” dad asked sternly.
“Yes. I was making a thousand dollars a week, sometimes more. And then came the bachelor party.”
My folks were shocked by my story of that party. They grew more thoughtful when I told them how much I had been paid for that night. I ended up telling them about Jason Brown and his wanting me to make porn videos for his company.
After that they sent me to bed, saying they wanted to talk about this just between themselves. I was worried, but I felt strangely good about having confessed everything. I had told them all the bad stuff and they wouldn’t find out anything worse. That calmed me down enough to fall asleep.
In the morning, dad came into the kitchen in his robe.
“Get your breakfast and go to school,” he told me. “We’re still discussing you and your ring. We’re calling in sick today so we can take the time to do this properly. We might have something to say to you after school. Maybe.”
Susie was mad at me that Wednesday. I had put her off on Monday, and on Tuesday. She was horny and wanted sex now.
“No one’s available, Frank, and I’m desperate for a fuck,” she bleated out at me. “Even with a cock, anything to get off. Please.”
“Sorry, Susie. I have to get home right after school. Get the others together so I can tell everyone at once what’s happening.”
We went into the empty classroom at lunchtime again, and I gave them a condensed account of Tuesday night. Everyone was shocked and a little scared.
“So what are your parents going to do, Frank?” asked Tina.
“I don’t know. They didn’t go to work today so they could talk about this. They didn’t yell and scream last night, which is a good sign, I guess. I’m not grounded. Yet. I don’t know.”
“At least my dad likes Frank now,” La Tonya tried to comfort me. “I’d hate to lose Leroy if you had to get rid of the ring.”
I hadn’t told them about my being a whore, or the offer of a career in porn. I was a little embarrassed about being a whore, no matter how much I was making at it. I wasn’t sure if they’d tolerate that. Maybe they would. They hadn’t balked at any other perversions. Didn’t matter now. If I didn’t get the ring back, I couldn’t be a whore any longer.
No sex with any of my friends all the rest of the week. I was too depressed, and I couldn’t turn into a girl for some of them. On Friday, La Tonya and I did go out on a date, but I was in a gloomy mood. We went to a big box store, and into a dark area behind the loading docks. No one was there at night, so we could fuck in the open. Not very comfortable, and I was still feeling down, but she tried to cheer me up with some good sex. It did help, a bit.
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