Hi.I 'm Margaret.Or that 's my former public figure when I was a girl before the SURGERY.Now my figure is Kevin.



I remember lying in that hospital bed right after the cognitive process, looking up at the ceiling and just thought process. Feeling as though a crocodile had just gone down on me, I was too nervous even to shift my position for fear of intense agony. Dr. Max had been in only once since I had woken up, to explain a few things to me with the assistant of his beautiful Thai help. I might possess been shaken, scared, lost in pain, perhaps regret ... but I was n't. I was at peace, triumphant, having overcome the terminal obstacle.

The next few months were hard. Everything was still very tender and getting the stitches out was NOT a very pleasant experience. I still felt like I ought to have hired a monsters hunting watch to find and hunt down whatever fellatio-crazed, many-toothed monstrosity was visiting me nightly- but this was all to be expected. I took the pain killers, I dilated myself, I kept everything clean, I did n't fume, I went by the book. This was the new me, who I had been all along inside, and I wanted it to be done right. I was proud.

Time passed and I became more and more well-heeled with my new `` hardware ''. My correct hardware, rather. I had nothing more than a giving birth shortcoming that had to be corrected by some internal secretion therapy and surgery. Birth defects were corrected all the clock time, how was I any dissimilar ? I began to explore a bit more, touching, feeling, experimenting. I was still pretty dead for respective calendar month. I would get brief periods of scare where I thought I might not ever get full feeling down there, but as I explored more, continued to concern, to test, feeling came back gradually. I became addicted to trying to nurse more sensation back into my body, frequently touching myself whenever I had a moment or so alone, just to test the feeling.

I remember the inaugural clock time it happened ... I was on a bus ride from New York City down to Washington, D.C. to chitchat my old home. Too long, too boring. The damned old bus vibrated something horrifying on the highway and my Game Boy and few books had failed me for amusement so far. I sat with my head resting on the window, bumping against it occasionally as we roared on down I-95. The palpitation of my butt had been annoying earlier as I tried to center, but now, with my mind wandering, it became a different kind of distraction.

I found it feeling kind of well, actually. A pleasant humming underneath my can. I tilted my hips back, spreadhead my legs a little and felt the thrumming against my ass. I almost giggled at myself for being so silly, and straightened back up ... but my brain was already working at a more carnal level. I rolled my hips forward a little, the point in time of my privates connecting with the vibrating nates came closer to my balls, and so the vibrations became strong. Mmmmnn ... that felt undecomposed. I casually knocked my Word to the floor and bent-grass doubled over down to give for it, rolling my pelvic girdle even more. The seat thrummed underneath me, I could feel the pulses of each tiny bump, coursing up through my organic structure like so many ripples on a pond. Leaning back and closing my optic, I began to fantasize ... my long hard prick pressing against a girl 's opening, demanding entrance.

My legs spread subconsciously out over the seat as I did, freeing my cock from the resistance of my second joint closed around it. Blood rushed rapidly between my ramification as the vibrations now pulsed through me freely, uninhibited. I let out a tiny piddling gasp, and feigned eternal rest as my neighbor turned to see what the haphazardness was. In my mind I was on top, fucking my unseen devotee. I felt the brain of my cock sliding through her outer lips, pushing through them, glistening with her moisture. The vibrations continued, pulsing. Thrumming. I felt it now pressing against me again ... slipping forward, making me harder. The tip of it popped inside and with a groan of pure lust she pushed back against my delicious, throbbing peter. I myself was throbbing, aching to meet myself, loving the saturated sense impression coursing through me as the vibrating can did its work. I could n't acquire it anymore.

I `` sleepily '' grabbed for the gaudy cover they give you on long bus rides, and covered myself up. The mo my crotch was out of sight I made quite a fuss of `` getting comfortable '' wherein I managed to hike my skirt up, elicit my hips in the air slightly, and tug my packer down just enough. I sat back down, the fuzzed fabric of the seat now against my bare ass. I know I could n't birth been able to restrain a grin as I moved my hand closer to my pulsing balls and hungry hard cock. I knew what it was going to sense like, knew what was coming as my script inched closer- but I just turned my head against the window and smiled, loving the anticipation. I could get wind the sound of my hammer sinking in my fantasy-lover 's puss, spearing through her creamy hole in slow motion. My fingertips grazed ever so softly against my orb and my pelvis jumped slightly, but I faked a cough and continued. I could feel her tumid lips, swollen with rousing, soft and wet, rolling underneath my fingertips as my fingers pushed their way through them, running up and down her twat. I began thrusting up my lover 's pussy, finding a rhythm ... my fingers teasing, dipping into her gob just a little, then pulling back out. I wanted to experience a cunt around my cock, to find its heat, the combining of wetness and soft skin contracting around my tool. My caput drooped to the face as I begining to finger a powerful tension establish up deep within my stopcock, shudder were shooting through my body and my hips undulated against my probing digit on their own accord.

I hazarded a quick glance around the bus, nigh of the passengers were sleeping, and my neighbor was deeply engrossed in a playscript. I ached to see my finger's breadth moving around my cock, but could n't lay on the line it. My mind was running wildly as I heard the strait of flesh slapping against flesh, the bass guttural consonant grunts and moans of me and my phantom lover as I pounded into her. A little moan came out of my spread mouth, I felt a upsurge building up- something I had not felt since before the operation. It was unlike this time, I felt as though every brawniness in my abdomen was tightening up for my imminent release.

My hand jacked off my prick rapidly, I could listen the sound of them squishing around my prick, my heart beating fast. My neighbor glanced over at me, odd, and this time my eyes met hers. I stared at her, mouth slightly agape as orgasm washed over me. It felt like a massive Wave of pleasure crashing over my whole consistency and I shuddered, never breaking eye inter-group communication with this stranger, ragged breaths escaping my lips. She watched me with a slightly incredulous look, watched climax subscribe to me. I watched her, helpless, as waving after crashing wave pulsed through my physical structure, felt my cock erupting my hot semen under my fingers. When finally my sexual climax subsided, I looked away sheepishly, murmuring a very quiet `` Sorry ... '' and went back to looking out of the window. The woman did n't say a thing, just went back to her book.

Back in my home township, a few calendar week later, I was going to be facing some old ally for the first clock time since the performance. I was excited, but a little nervous too. virtually people reacted predictably- they tried to look supportive and open-minded, but I could always smell out a little ineptitude. One of the most relieving parts of my return was when I met my friend Savannah. Savannah and I had been friends since I was 11 and she was 9. We had played together, weekends of Nintendo and Commadore 64 biz. As time went on it became prominent social gather at time, with beer and pot, but we still had our fourth dimension together, with video games and sodas, weekends played out just hanging out and having fun. We 'd contribution nearly everything. I remember when I told her about losing my virginity ... my `` other '' virginity. It was with a guy she introduced me to, and she gleefully chided me about every detail of it. I remember laughing uncontrollably when over AIM she told me a guy had `` sucked her twat '' and my watching Formosan admirer asked `` What 's she mean by 'twat'? '' And finally, hearing about her showtime time with a boyfriend named Karl. We were the form of acquaintance who could pick up right where we left of, no matter how much time had passed in between.

We arranged for me to stay at her place for 5 days while her way mate was out of town vacationing with house. I showed up much the like as I had done in the past. I had my laptop, a few changes of clothes- chick and tankful tops this time, instead of the jeans and T-shirts of before. When the door opened, she greeted me with a nonchalant smile and brief hug- still a 'woman hug and osculate'as we would predict them. She did n't respond negatively to me at all.

'' Crotch is large now ... guess you got everything sorted out down below ? '' she said casually.

'' Yep. All up and running, I suppose. So ... Smash buddy ? '' I asked, unable to trammel a broad grinning as I mentioned our deary game. It was like old times, we easily got into our old figure, ordered a pizza pie, playfully expressed our deep loathing of one another whenever we lost a game. Only the occasional `` It 's funny hearing your part high-pitched than mine '' or `` Do n't make me plug you in the crotch '' worked its way in, but it was all in salutary fun. She was coolheaded, casual. She was Savannah, the same acquaintance I had always known, and I was still the same friend she had always known, just in a different body. The right organic structure. Two empty pizza pie boxes, several Coke, and a joint for her and cigaret for me later, we were vegging out on the couch, all Nintendo 'd out.

'' So whats it, uh ... how did things turn out down there ? '' she asked, a little awkwardness there but mostly just friendly curiosity.

'' Well, I 've pretty much healed up by now and it 's all act just amercement. '' I answered, unsure of how far to go with details.

'' So sustain you ... you know, done it yet ? '' She asked, grinning stupidly at me. I threw a pillow at her.

'' Nooooo, not yet. It 's not like I just would run off and saltation in the discharge with the maiden soul I met to give it a test-drive or anything. '' I said, smartly ducking the retributory pillow-throw.

'' Alright so, but like- you were n't lesbian before, right ? I mean, you never wanted to have sex with a young lady as a guy, or at least that 's what you told me. '' She said, obviously struggling a fiddling to roll her brain around the concept.

'' fountainhead, rightfield ... I dunno, it 's eldritch. I guess I sorta knew when a girl was hot, and sometimes I thought about girls- but with me being a guy ... but I did n't need to deliver sex, no. Now, though, it 's like ... I can be me, and I still like bozo a lot, '' ( smacked her solidly in the face with the pillow as she raised her eyebrows twice with a `` hubba hubba, gays ! '' ) `` ... buuuut I think I 'd like to at to the lowest degree try it with a female child, you know ... I kinda like them more now. Besides, how many people can say they 've had sex from both sides ? ``

'' Showoff ... '' she said, smirking. `` So like ... how does, er ... what does it ... does it attend normal ? Like any habitue guy 's ? '' She asked very awkwardly, scratching behind her ear and turning her fountainhead to the side.

'' Well ... from looking at the outside not even a gynecologist could say the departure. '' I said truthfully, focusing a bit more on her at this level, watching her body speech and chemical reaction. `` Do ... uh ... I mean, I could show you ... if you wanted. You know, purely for scientific reasons. '' I offered. I had no second base agenda, I was being dependable, I simply guessed she was very odd. I guessed right.

'' Er, okay then. I mean I was n't gon na ask, but I am pretty rummy. '' She said, sitting up now and crossing the room to sit on the couch with me. We were very quiet and avoided eye contact as I pulled my bloomers down to my ankles.

'' No spazzing out or anything, okay ? '' I demanded. After getting her `` okay '' I planted my feet on the level and lifted my pelvic girdle, sliding my pugilist down slowly, nervously half-covering myself at offset. I settled back down, and pulled them to my human knee. I nervously glanced up at Savannah, biting my lip with a slightly occupy formulation. She was looking down with a kind of slight frown.

'' Well ... from this angle ... '' she trailed off, and I followed her eyes. You really could n't see much, with my ramification held together at the knees by my boxers and the shadow plaster cast by my thighs.

'' Oh, right ... '' I said, and kicked my brake shoe off, then slither my drawers and pants down over one foot so my legs were now destitute. I lifted them back onto the couch and turned to front Savannah River, drawing my metrical foot in close and letting my knee joint sink down out on either position, spreading my thighs wide undefendable and exposing myself, getting a ripe angle with the light.

'' Ahhh ... '' she said, leaning in and inspecting me, still maintaining a very casual posture and relaxed soundbox language. She was determined not to defecate me uncomfortable, a noble act considering I was sitting here with my pegleg spread across-the-board showing off my cock rather bluntly. `` Not bad ... seriously though, that 's a good job. It really does look completely normal. ``

I felt strong and happy, glad she was so accepting, and casually curious. As she studied me a piffling finisher, I felt a slight tingle running through my consistency, converging between my pegleg. It was a rather intimate position to be in, and her face was close. My breathing was a little shallow, and I shifted again, lifting a leg up to take a breather on the backbone of the couch, and I slowly reached down and lift my prick, exposing my balls.

'' And that there is the um, crowning achievement. '' I announced, smiling sheepishly.

'' Nice, nice. '' She said, looking at me in my ridiculous mannerism, but determinedly keeping a straight face and looking closely to learn every particular. She finally took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa. `` So like, it all works really dependable then ? I mean ... have you cum yet ? ``

'' Yeah ... actually, only for the kickoff sentence a few days ago, coming down here to chitchat you girls. '' I said, thinking briefly back to my experience on the bus. I lowered my leg from the spinal column of the couch and rested it out in strawman of me, my thigh drawing together again, but my bare legs still exposed. I was too lazy to put everything back on, and Savannah and I were just so.. comfortable with one another it did n't seem to matter.

'' Ah, sweet. So was it safe ? '' She was still so cool down and effortless, just being the Same Savannah I knew so well.

'' fountainhead duh, it 's not like it 's gon na palpate bad. '' I responded, chuckling a little.

'' Heh, right. So it 's working out for you then, cool. pectoralis and abs are looking a lot masculine now, I like 'em. '' she said, her eyes traveling over my organic structure in a very passive, friendly way. `` So when do you think you 'll finally own sex ? You know, with a female child ? ``

'' Well ... I suppose whenever I stop being too chicken to escort one. You know how it is, like ... I 'm still used to men, and I guess I 'm a minuscule afraid a girl will get hold out and freak out on me. '' I said, trying to retrieve what on earth it would be like to get intimate with a charwoman in actuality, not just in my fantasise world.

'' Yeah that would totally suck. You should probably look then, till you 're certainly you 're with a girl who 'll empathize or be poise about it. '' She was so earnest, for all her goofy joking around and crude remarks, when it came down to the wire she was an awe-inspiring girl.

'' But I mean, it sucks you know ... trying to find mortal like that. I 've only had like ... 2 little romantic flings with guy since I had my operation, and they did n't last or get too far. I just have n't worked out how to like, engagement a girl. I could only guess dating someone like, exactly like me, so that I 'd know how to make it not awkward. Someone who could joke about it, you know ? '' I kicked my boxers dangling from my foot off to the side of meat and shifted my weight again so my ass would n't go numb, inadvertently exposing a niggling more of my bared prick, but only a little.

'' Yeah ... kinda like us. It 's almost creepy how alike we are, even now one of us is a guy ! '' she laughed at her own gag, turning sideways on the couch so that we were now facing each other.

There was a bit of a pause, and really without thinking about it much before I said it, I kind of blurted out an idea right as it popped into my head.

'' Well I mean ... we ARE alike ... I do n't want to fawn you out or anything, but if I was going to have sex with a girl for the first metre, I 'd totally it rather be with you than some random girl I was n't sure about. '' I did n't really think of all the implications of what I was saying, it just came out. Savannah studied me a bit, a thoughtful expression on her face.

'' Well, like ... I mean, if you really had a strong need to experiment with it ... I would n't need you to end up with some jackass who would make you sense like tinker's damn. I ... er, well I guess I 'm saying if you need to have sex with a girl, but want to do it with soul you trust, I could er ... '' her voice trailed off again. The moment was terribly awkward.

'' rightfulness. '' I paused, chewing my bottom lip and considering the situation. `` Do ... I mean, we could, er ... If it would n't make you uncomfortable, and if you want to ... '' I struggled, feeling very stupid and sure that I was not doing a very good job of asking this, so I just came right out with it. `` Do you wan na cause sex ? ``

... Silence.

'' Yeah. Yeah, we can do that. As long as it 's what you really require, and you 're hunky-dory with it. '' she said earnestly, really meaning everything. `` I mean, do n't get me wrong, it would n't be just because YOU want it, like ... well ... I 'm a girl, I mean ... I 'm not gon na lie and say I do n't want to try it with you. ``

'' Okay ... '' I said very quietly, and looked Savannah in the heart. She met my gaze, and we just watched each former for a while, two old honorable friends, one female, one now male - just having consented to sex. As that thought passed through my brain, I felt blood rushing between my wooden leg, little tingles rippled through me and the hairs on my neck prickled slightly. `` Let 's go to the bed, I suppose. ``

Savannah River followed, and we did n't ploughshare any Christian Bible as we made it to her bedroom. I sat down on the bed, my shirt covering my upper torso, but bloomers and boxers still left behind in the living room. She sat down next to me and stretched out, trying to seem casual but obviously every bit as trepidatious as me.

'' How should we bulge out ? I 'm uh ... well, I dunno. '' she asked meekly, at a loss for run-in apparently. I scooted a bit closer to her, and took her deal in mine. Feeling stupid, I lowered it to my private parts and placed it on my cock, giving an boost squeeze.

'' Well there 's always this approach. '' I offered. I could tell I found a good way to break the ice- she grinned broadly, and lifted her early hand to my cheeks, giving each a conciliate power play. She started massaging them softly as she spoke.

'' You know I kinda wanted to try this. Your pecker feel awe-inspiring, too. gladiola you decided to keep it natural. '' she said, grinning. It felt really courteous, actually. I had always thought guys just let missy play with their peter because girls love them so much, but I was discovering there was More to it than that. I felt my peter stiffen under her hand.

'' Mmmnn, you know, now I get what the big deal with cock is, from both position. Here, hang on a sec. '' I said, lifting my weapon up over my head. Following my lead, Savannah lifted my shirt up and off my soundbox, tossing it to the side. She looked at me, now only wearing nothing.I became now completely naked.

'' Pasty Theodore Harold White as ever. '' She said, grinning. I punched her on the arm.

'' Lean back, noob. '' she said as she peeled off her shirt and fumbled with the clasp on her bra. I complied, propping some pillows up against the headboard of the bed to lean against. She reached behind her back and unwrap her bra, letting her breasts swing justify. They were declamatory ... a overnice, unanimous C cup. She was rather proud of them. Savannah River straddled my waistline and sat facing me.

'' Here, now try. '' she said, offering both uncovered titty to my hand again, pulling her hair's-breadth to the side to get it out of the way. My manus slid slowly up her stomach and lightly across the soft skin of her breasts, caressing gently. I was rather good at this, I thought to myself. My fingers slid on either side of her nipples and gently pinched together, rolling them to temper little nubs. She let out a easy moan.


'' They really are amazing, I love them. '' I reiterated, absorbed in feeling her up. She took my arms by the wrists and pulled them away gently, leaning forward and arching her vertebral column, so that her dumbbell were now hanging in front of my face. She cupped my hired man underneath one and let her nipple drag across my lips. I responded on instinct, my tongue coming out to gird her mammilla and motion picture over it a few metre. My warm lips wrap around as a great deal of her tit as was possible, and then the most exquisite sensation as I sucked her tit into my mouth, letting the nipple lead the way between my gently grazing dentition. The suction felt Almighty to me and my friend Savannah River, and she let out a contented sigh, tilting her head back and pressing her pectus forward to seek more of of this enjoyable contact. My innocent handwriting came up and began massaging her lonely bosom, and after a while I switched, taking care to flick my glossa over the nipples or pinch them softly, the slick Earth's surface of my tongue trouncing at her puffy araeola, tasting her.

I eventually pulled away and looked down at her. Her pink, hard little nipple jutted out and made her knocker pronounced, I liked the way it looked.

'' Well you seem to enjoy that enough. '' she purred, playfully winking at me. I grinned back. `` So I hope it had an result on you ? '' she added hopefully, reaching down between my branch and running a handwriting up my second joint. It felt REALLY weird to be touching my easily friend and she touching me like this, but our bodies were on fire, they demanded more. My friend Savannah 's body demanded what I now felt between my legs - a semi-hard erection.And my body demanded her hot twat under her skirt.

She was on top of me and I turned her and became on top of her.

'' Er, you know I kind of have trouble if I 'm flighty, you know ... like, usually I drink a little get-go. But I know you do n't like drinking. '' She said lamely, looking ashamed. I already knew this, though, from all the conversations we had had before about her sex life. I really did n't care, but as I reached down to unzip her skirt, I felt the strangest engagement in my pass between what was lesbian, straight, right, wrong, earthy, kinky, everything. I shut my screaming mind up and tugged her wench and panties down to her knees, then edged back so she could polish off them. She did bet a little goofy laying there stark naked with a wet snatch and only a high cad on.Then she pushed me to lay on my back and sat in close to my waist.



And while I was struggling once again against my prohibition and preconceived notions of sexuality, Savannah wrapped her hand around my penis. It was so warm, and I kept my eyes open to the beautiul vista, breathing shallow. She lowered herself to the mattress ... my mind raged at me as her question drew finisher ... and she wrapped her lips around the soft head of my cock.

It was n't all THAT bad to reverse from being a young woman to be a guy, I thought. She swirled her tongue around the psyche, licking underneath the rim of the hat. She then sank her top dog down, enveloping my cock with her mouth completely and tugging back on my prepuce, exposing more than of my bare tip. I groaned slightly and felt my cock grow in her mouth. She sucked gently, lingua swirling around my tasty flesh, and pulled her head back slightly, then slid forward again.



It was fun to Savannah to wet-nurse her acquaintance Margaret 's tool .. sorry Kevin 's cock, the warm skin felt nice sliding through her mouth, and she really liked the tasting. She found a unwavering beat, stroking the theme of Kevin 's turncock with her hand while she sucked on it, letting the shaft pass through her lips.



Pretty soon I was rock heavy, and when she started flicking her tongue along the undersurface, right where the shaft meets the top dog, I had to stop her. She very reluctantly freed me from her strong mouth and licked the inside of her cheek where my dick had been rubbing against moments before, tasting me still. Savannah River looked down at me, and knew I could n't happen the parole to say.

'' Er, rightfield ... so maybe if we just cant see it ... '' she offered, correctly judging my seventh cranial nerve expressions. She got back up and straddled me again. My middle was pounding furiously in my dresser, I was so incredibly aflutter. My putz was radiating heat, though, and I could n't traverse it. Savannah was shaking slightly, trying not to look at me directly, but trying to come out calmness. I raised myself up, reached down between my pegleg ...

I found my erection, still hard as steel, and wrapped my handwriting around the base, aiming it upwards. I felt the fond principal press against her outer back talk. I moved it back and forth, rubbing it in her folds. She was holding her breathing place. I positioned my hard cock right hand at her hole, and took a oceanic abyss hint ...

savanna sank down slowly. My turncock began to push up into her dead body, neither of us were breathing. It kind of hurt, I was only about two one-third of the way in, but there was this pressure. I momentarily began to panic. My face looked discomforted, it was hurting me a little, too. She shifted my pelvis forward.

My cock popped gently free from the pressure of the bad Angle, and we both sighed out in awe and astonishment as she sank the eternal sleep of the way down onto my cock. I could listen it spearing through the creamy plica of her slit. I had to bite back a giggle as I thought how exchangeable it sounded to stirring Velveta. I focused instead on the sense datum now coursing through my dead body, which were phenomenal. So soft yet so warm up, igniting every in of my shaft with stark blazing ecstasy. When my hips met hers, I rested there for a consequence, and we looked at each other, both of our mouthpiece slightly open, breathing heavily. She lifted herself oh-so slowly, and I slide back out, then lowered herself again. I was totally beyond any sort of comprehension of how incredible it felt. Her pussy literally throbbed around my pulsing cock, and she seemed equally in intimate stupor. She lifted her pelvis again more confidently, then pushed back down onto me. GOD it felt goodness, I felt so hot, so satisfied yet so achingly athirst for more of this unbearably keen clash. Savannah dropped to her cubitus, resting on them and looking me in the eye. Our hip raised and lowered, still very slowly, we both just held our breaths and listened to the audio of my shaft squishing in and out of her cunt as we fucked.

'' So, what 's it like ? Does it feel like you thought it would ? '' savanna asked curiously, now starting to lift her hips slightly with each push, grinding her G-spot against my rooster head.

'' God, shit ... If I had known ... I 'd birth asked you to do this with me the second I walked in the doorway. '' I whispered out hoarsely, sliding up and down with my unyieldingly hard cock in her twat a little faster now, her creamy inner flesh glide along my raw shaft as it slid through her dying slit, tightly squeezing my wonderful cock on all sides. It felt so good it almost hurt.

'' It feels incredible, you 're so a great deal harder and bigger than any other guy I 've been with. SOB ... piece of ass, that feels nice. '' She groaned slightly as she began rolling her pelvic arch, letting the bulb-shaped tip of my delicious manhood printing press into her harder, sending off electric sparkle of hug drug with each tiny undulation.

'' I think ... oh be intimate god ... I think it feels better as a guy. '' I gasped out. We were picking up tread, our bodies moving like a wave to receive each other. The sound of her pussy being fucked and the smell of sex and travail filled the room.

'' fucking ... you 're so big ... '' was all she managed to choke out, my helping hand now rested on her hips and I gently helped lift her up and down, riding my cock faster. She loved every inch of it as it pushed up into her body. IN her body, I loved the thought. And she wanted more. She leaned her heading forward and kissed me, demanding entree. Her tongue found mine and I hungrily swirled my tongue around it, tasting her. Our hot, scold breaths washed over us as we felt the slick, warm insides of each other 's bodies. I loved having myself inside her- tongue, stopcock, I wanted more. She was now bouncing up and down rapidly, fucking me hard. Her entire soundbox seemed to consume been turned into an erogenous zone, and my custody roamed over her, causing incredible wizard to overwhelm her senses. My hands were squeezing her breasts again, it felt like heaven. They were running over her ass, my hand came to a balance on her pussy. She let it grow and fall with her hips, felt her pussy envelope my cock and slide up and down it.

'' Shit, I wan na see. I wan na see ! '' she moaned anxiously, and I nodded fervently in correspondence. She pushed herself up and continued to ride me. We both looked down and stared at the connection our consistence made. Her outer lip were intumescent, puff up, and bright pink. They glistened with wetness and shone in the light, a mild cushion for my pumping humanness. The privileged lips clung desperately to my tool every clock time she lifted up, dragging her skin against mine, then hungrily sucked it back up into her body as she sank back down. We stared, mesmerized by the sight, and she started a rhythm method of grinding her hips in a rotary motion when I was completely inside her every few bounces, swirling my cock around in her cunt. Pretty soon I felt the head of my cock swell and I gripped her sides tightly.

'' Shit, I 'm gon na cum. I 'm gon na ... oh, fuck. '' I cried out, and I felt my ardent sticky cum shoot deep up into her kitty. I was blinded with pleasure, ecstasy. Everything was bright white and I could n't see, I could only finger. palpate the cum pumping up through my rooster and then spurting into her consistency, coating her insides in liquid state ardour. I could smell sweat, cum, her pussy, my hammer. If every inch of my consistence was on fervour with sense, my hammer was the blazing white-hot center, hot enough to unfreeze blade. My whole body tensed up from head word to foundation, my toes curled and I gripped the weather sheet so unvoiced I thought I might tear them. For one infinitesimal moment, I could not incite or breathe or stool sound. Then, like the shattering of a crystal clump, I felt Savannah 's consistence begin to throb and spasm, her cunt paries grasping my stopcock hungrily as she shuddered uncontrollably, crying out with perfect lust and milking the sperm from my unbelievable cumming cock. Little spots appeared in the peripherals of my vision as I slammed my coxa up and down, fucking the hell out of her as our orgasm seared through us - all this brought on by Savannah, the girl I knew for so long. The girl I would run silly video games with for hours on end.

I finally began to slow down, giving the occasional jerk as another Wave of delight would wrack my body, fucking dim now ... little spurts, sweet and warm, still shot up into the creamy mess of her cunt, filled with rich amounts of my cum. My vision returning, I looked up at Savannah. She was glistening with sweat, and breathing heavily, looking awestruck. She continued to slue up and down my shaft of light, slowing the pace even more as our climaxes finally subsided.

savanna lifted herself up and my cum spilled out all over my crotch and the plane. We both laughed, and she collapsed at my side- the English of a friend I used to go shopping with, used to skip rocks at the pond with. After catching my breath, I managed to speak.

'' That was n't so bad, after all. '' I said quietly, grinning and glowing brightly.

'' You are SO bonk hot ... '' savanna said bemusedly, then I rolled over on top of her.And she looked between my legs, she knew what I was thinking. My cock was still hard.

'' Mmmnnn, you want to fuck my niggling kitty some more ? '' Savannah cooed, a bit anxious to change state this from observational, formal sex into the depraved pure fucking it was becoming, but she was not out of line.

'' Oh god, Savannah ... yes ... '' I groaned as I positioned myself between her legs and aimed my sticky cock at her entrance.

'' Mmm then fuck me more, sate me with cum again. '' Savannah begged, lifting her genu up and out to the side of meat, spreading herself all-embracing for me.

My rooster sank down into her once more, and the puffy voiced area of her taboo lip bulged as her pulsating cunt accepted me into her body. She stared down and watched, the mickle of my retentive, hard appendage pushing in and out, glistening with our cum.Savannah could n't tear her optic away, she just looked on, stealing the occasional coup d'oeil up at me, who was also watching my cock disappear inside her avidly. With the sound of our heavy breathing punctuated by the occasional moan, whimper, or oink, she let me fuck her. Savannah is getting fucked by me, I thought to myself. Fucking her slit by my cock. I got the strangest thrill from saying the language out loud in my head. Reaching down, I slid two finger's breadth on either side of meat of her clit and pinched them together, beginning to rub in small-scale, pixilated roofy. She surely felt like each millimetre of pelt between her leg was overloaded with exaltation, even MORE sensitive now after our first off orgasm. I could hardly handle the vivid intuitive feeling, but I yearned for more. She pushed her hips forward to meet my every driving force, feeling the tip of my cock pressure against the rear of pussy.

'' Ohhh fuck yeah ... you feel like liquidness velvet ... '' I moaned, reaching up to catch her bouncing breasts and continuing to exercise her nasty, hot hole.

'' Mmmnnn yeah, fuck me. Fuck me, oh god do n't end, fuck me to a greater extent ! '' Savannah whimpered and moaned, begging me, now pushing down hard to foregather my thrusts. The sound of wet flesh slapping against chassis was driving me wild, and I hungered for more. Her pussy seemed to tumefy with each pumping motion, juice were running down her inner second joint, my fingers were flying over her swollen clit.

'' Oh shit, advert on- hang on ! '' I gasped out, stopping her. She nearly cried, moaning anxiously. `` Here, lay down ... '' I commanded her, and I got down on the bed, laying on my side. She lay on her side as well, and I moved closer to her. She lifted one leg up in the air and let me scoot my legs in between hers. I reached down and guided my cock back into her pussycat, slowly pushing forward to fill up her up again.

'' Ohhhh god, Kevin ... I want to experience you deep inside me. I want you in my body, I want to feel you cum inside of me. '' Savannah whispered in my ear as we held each other close. Her titty mashed against my chest and I wrapped my weapon around her back and held her warm body tight against mine. I was fucking her so tantalizingly slowly. In, out, no sudden jerks- just smooth, gliding fortuity. We kissed, slacken, passionate soulfulness osculation. Her tongue met mine and lazily swirled around in my sassing. We were so close, every inch of her strawman was pressed to mine, her branch welcomed mine, wide cattle ranch and resting on mine. Heat gushed and radiated from my core, liquid state oozed from our connection, coating our second joint in passion. The drift were so slow ... so irksome. In ... out ... we made erotic love, not rushing anything, not getting into a ardour. In ... out ... I had never felt this closing to anybody before, filled her up, in soul and in consistence. time seemed to end and we stared into each other 's heart for what seemed like timeless existence, absorbing everything we could from the moment as I moved inside her.

'' Soon.. Savannah, I 'm gon na cum again soon. '' I whispered quietly, calmly. I did not quicken my step, we just continued the same, unwavering question. I felt tension building up in her cunt again.

'' Me too ... Kevin ... fill me up again. satisfy me with your cum. '' Savannah whispered back, never breaking eye tangency. Every bit of instinct I had told me to cannonball along up as I felt my orgasm coming on, but I did n't. It took forever to get there, I felt like I was right on the brink for several minutes, teetering on the wand of a gigantic wave. I felt my putz gallant, felt a churning down in the base of my tool and my head grew even orotund, then once again that ecclesiastic sensation of hot, embarrassing, warm cum shooting up inside her ship us together over the sharpness. The orgasm was powerful- more mightily than anything that had ever affected my body. Jet after jet of liquid shot into her spasming pussy. And Savannah dug her digit into my berm and bit her lips, whimpering as her consistence shook. Our climax did n't stop- I thought I would die if it kept going on a lot longer. I could still feel more spurts of cum continuing to splash against her insides. I just held on to Savannah as hard as I could until I finally came down, ceasing to shudder.

My all consistence was weak and shaking, and I looked at savanna. She was looking back, both of our locution were of sympathy, closeness. I scooted up closer to her, rolled her onto her back, and gently rested my leg over hers, staying inside her. With a deeply contented sigh, I gave her a hug. A substantial hug .