"Chad" offers up what seems like a classic MMF scenario, a setup that already has its own logistical challenges, but then drops a surprise twist with the “T”?

I am (we?) are assuming we’re talking about a “trans” situation here, which—depending on our perspective — either expands the "menu" or introduces a dish you weren’t prepared for.

How is your stomach?

Regardless, Chad knew what he was doing. This wasn’t an accident. He probably thought you (we?) would roll with it or be too stunned to back out.

Chad thrives on chao$.

Question: Did you (we) stay? Did you (we) adjust? Or did you (we) nope out while Chad laughed his way into his next ridiculous situation?

Because if we stayed, well, friend, that’s a story for us to finish.

Take it from here, Evan39 (or Mainlining?).

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5663664&forum_id=2...id.#48551555)

He said he'd been seeing Erica for a while, and when we met I thought she was kind of pretty. Early-twenties, nice body, and had a great laugh. She wasn't my cup of tea, but I couldn't blame Chad for liking her. But something about her didn't feel right, even though I couldn't put my finger on it. The way she kept talking about football, for instance, struck me as odd, but who was I to judge? In any event, I decided I would have no problem with her if it meant I could have Chad, even for one night.

When I showed up at Chad's place for what some would call a menage a trois, I awkwardly placed myself on the bed as Chad and Erica undressed. "Suck my cock, fag," he said as I eagerly took his member in my mouth and inhaled the scent of his musky balls. I was focusing on the job at hand, as it were, and didn't really notice Chad fingering Erica from behind. "Yeah, give me that pussy," he said as she moaned. He continued to grunt and as I swallowed his cock, and I was sure that he was getting closer. I caught a glimpse of Erica as she lowered her ass onto his face, his tongue greedily slurping her dripping holes.

But then I noticed something I had never seen before, and wished I had never seen at all: Erica had what appeared to be testicles, or at least used to be testicles, anyway. And I'd seen enough porn to know that the jagged, fleshy opening she had below her ass wasn't a vagina, but rather a surgical scar of some kind. Even as Chad continued to fuck my face, I couldn't take my eyes off Erica's freakish anatomy, still unsure if she (he?) was male, female, or something else entirely.

"Do you like it Evan?" Chad asked. "You like Erica's pussy?" he added. "Glorp, glumph" was all I could manage as I nearly choked on his cock. I couldn't believe my eyes when Erica turned around on Chad's face, exposing her "tits" as nothing more than strange implants of some kind. She also had the unmistakable scar where her cock had been removed, and the kind of flabby stomach you'd expect to find on a middle-aged man. Appalled, I continued to suck on Chad's member until he pulled it out and changed positions, mounting Erica from behind. "Get underneath and lick while I fuck her," he said. I did as he asked, positioning myself under his balls and awkwardly darting my tongue toward his cock as he inserted himself into Erica's whatever. Was it a pussy? A bussy? I had no idea. All I knew was that it was disgusting and also starting to smell. Chad's pounding grew faster, and I prepared myself for his climax. "Fuck!" he yelled as he filled Erica with his creamy load. "Lick it out, fag!" he ordered. "Every fucking drop!" I unhappily complied as it started to drip onto my face.

Driving home an hour later, I contemplated how I'd finally had the man of my dreams, but also had to endure the humiliation of eating his creampie out of a tranny's slit. Chad texted me a few days later about getting together with Erica over the weekend, but I didn't respond. "Evan, you there bro? Erica wants to hang out," he wrote. "Where are you, fag?"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5663664&forum_id=2...id.#48554120)