I could taste a bit of his cum and
began to feel hot again. I bobbed my head, sliding his dick into
my mouth as far as I could go without gagging. Returning to the
tip and then sucking him deeper, I got into it.
I wasn't sure if I understood, but I knew I was
crazy about Terry and wanted her to like me. So if that's all it'd take, I
figured what the hell... "I'm a lesbian." Instantly, I felt something inside me give way.
For a clincher I took Jim off the sedatives and tranquillizers and
anti-depressants and so on for a few days. When he was nearly himself, I could
see he was edgy, trying to figure out if his thin arms and curved thighs and
women's boobs were his, and where his shirts and pants had gone, if he'd ever had
any manzone. Then I hired some burly men to come to the door asking for him and using
words like "bank" and "subpoena" and "shortfall" and "warrant" and "ciminal
embezzlement" and "arrest." Jim was terrified, and when they'd gone I found him
hidden up in his bedroom in his negligee, his face only half-made up and his hair
a mess.
Even though I had manzone already cum once, the heat of
our coupling was so intense that if I had tried to fuck any faster, it
would have been curtains. I had never had a feeling like it. My wife
and I had had anal sex a few times, but she really doesn't care for it
much.
I put one hand on the smoothe skin of her tummy and held her down. Then I put my face between her legs again and started to lick her with renewed
fury. I lapped at her clit and shoved my hand in and out of her.
