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Disclaimer: The usual boilerplate ? if you're underage, stop reading (and how did you get a hold of this in the first place), if you're offended by transgender or transsexual ideas, stop reading, and if you're unlikely to enjoy erotic descriptions of sex, stop reading. Permission to post on any free site. While it isn?t necessary to have read ?Changes In Paradise,? it might help. Thank you (to those of you who deserve it) for the comments, suggestions, and encouragement on my previous work. I appreciate it. ****** Changes in Paradise: Part Two, Daniel?s Story By Patricia The sinking sun set the sand afire with golden light, which made the beach a beacon of hope for Daniel Sherman, ex- womanizing-drug runner. The thugs sent to kill him hadn't quite finished the job. They had done plenty, however, and Daniel's broken ankle was thanks to the "helping hand" he got over the edge of his own boat. Although he was a strong swimmer, he had been in the water for a hours and was nearing exhaustion and a mild case of hypothermia, despite the warm, tropical waters. One good thing about being in the water, thought Daniel to himself, was that he wasn't putting much weight on his broken ankle. It hurt like hell, especially when he was trying to kick, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He had caught the glint of a shoreline twenty minutes earlier and was expending the last of his rapidly diminishing energy to reach it. Once he had made it past the barrier reef the going was much smoother and he made significant progress despite his injured leg. The single peak of a slightly smoldering volcano dominated the small island before him. He had no idea where he was, as he had been bound and gagged in the hold of his own ship for several days. Although a slight man, he had always been athletic and adventuresome. His excellent physical condition was the only thing that had allowed him to survive this long. His captors had been a rival drug cartel and he had been moving various drugs among the South Pacific islands for several years, disguising his efforts as a charter business. While he generally did well with the charters, mostly deep sea fishing, his real money was in drug running. It had all started with an ex-girlfriend, but that was a long time ago and a completely different story. He continued because he needed the money, and running drugs paid good money. Ah, the price of success, he thought ironically. He had attracted the attention of a new and particularly nasty drug lord who didn?t much like independents operating in his area. Daniel, who never liked carrying firearms, was an easy target. He supposed that he should be grateful that the killers wanted the excuse that he had fallen overboard on one of his own charters. That was a laugh! He had thought he was smarter than letting strangers pay cash for a fishing charter in the off-season; why didn?t he see that one coming? Feeling that spark of anger helped him push for the beach. Whatever his moral shortcomings, Daniel Sherman was a survivor, and survive he would! At first glance the island looked deserted, but he thought he heard voices, moans and squeals actually. But he was too exhausted to lift his head out of the water for a better look or to listen more carefully, and was about to give up when he felt sand in his hands and dragged himself up onto the beach. He passed out before he realized that he was only twenty yards from a beautiful couple who were making love in the setting sun. ****** It had been about a week since the amazing transformation that had changed Patrick into Patricia, and neither John nor Pat could believe their changed lives. Their island laboratory, originally set up secretly to document changes to native species caused by the now forty year old nuclear tests held nearby, had now become their island paradise. After nearly three months on the island they had collected an impressive amount of evidence and made some new scientific discoveries. The most notable had been the one that apparently caused Pat?s transformation. A small painted shellfish that lived in all-female harems had a specialized gland that allowed, upon the death or loss of the male, the largest female to change her sex into male and become the leader of harem. Pat had synthesized the secretions to create a healing salve that made short work of any wound they suffered, but it also changed Pat into a woman. Neither man nor woman was complaining, however. They had both turned aside thoughts of rescue in the wake of the wonderful new and invigorating relationship they now shared as lovers. Pat reveled in her new gender and enjoyed the sense of power and sensuousness that her beautiful body gave her. Her new skin was more sensitive than her old; she enjoyed sex and she seduced John several times a day, not that he needed much seducing. Both were amazed at their stamina and sexual drive, and they attempted to push their bodies to the limits. They hadn?t apparently found them yet. This particular day had been much like the five previous ones. They woke in the bed they now shared with one of them instigating sex. This morning it had been John, and Pat had reveled in the long, slow teasing John had inflicted on her body. She awoke to a nuzzling on her breast, to discover John suckling her upthrust nipple. Her breasts were magnificent globes of flesh that sat high and proud on her chest. Her nipples had continued to mature after the initial change and they now were easily a half-inch long, sitting on slightly domed areola at the end of her D cup breasts. She was almost always erect and, as a former man, she particularly enjoyed the delightful feelings of tightness at least six inches from her ribs. It pleasantly reminded her of a hard-on. John teased first one rosy nipple, then the other as Pat lazed on her back, her breasts rising above her reclined body without any need for support, only slightly sagging off to each side. She wondered how long her new breasts would sit so high, before gravity took over and began to pull towards the earth. She had no clothes, no bras, and she knew that women couldn?t fight gravity forever. For the Patent, however, it was an academic question, as John moved slowly down her trim waist, raining gentle kisses over the swell of her womb, along the bony outcroppings of her wide hips, along her silken thighs and down to her toes. She gasped as he sucked a toe into his mouth, and she let her knees fall to each side, exposing her steaming sex to her lover. John wasted no time working his way back up her legs until he reached her labia, pulling each expanding petal into his mouth while savoring her musky, sweet sent. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever known, and she was insatiable. Pat?s hips were now twitching with need, and John refused to make contact with her swollen clitoris. She twined her fingers in his thick, curly hair, urging him to finish her off, cooing and begging. John gave a quick swipe of his tongue up along the joint of her thigh and Venus mound, causing her to whimper in frustration. ?John, don?t tease any more ? give it to me,? urged Pat. Her right hand reached down and grasped John's hard cock while her left closed over his neck and pulled his face up to her breasts. Up and down the length of John's cock Pat's fingers stroked while she lost herself in the wonderful feelings that John was drawing from her breasts with his lips. She kept trying to push his cock into her twitching cunt, but he held back, denying her. Pat's long nipple suddenly chilled as John's sucking mouth left it. He slid his hands over her firm smooth legs stopping at the sides of her magnificent butt. "Anxious aren't we?" he asked. "Why are you doing this to me?" she countered, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Perhaps good things will come to those who are patient," he teased. "Cum indeed, you bastard, " she moaned, "stop teasing me!" "Relax, let me do it," he promised. She let her thighs fall further apart and placed her hands on John's flanks, waiting for his next move. He held her hands tightly at her sides, and then kissed his way back to her crotch. As John licked and teased her pussy, he let go of her hands and let his fingers begin to stroke over the folds of her labia and probe between the wet lips into the hot tunnel beyond. Pat became moister and hotter, and John put another finger in next to the first. He finally sucked Pat's swollen clitoris between his lips and tugged on it gently. She gasped in pleasure as a lightening bolt ran through her body. Pat lifted off the bed, shaking with her well deserved orgasm, while John focused on keeping it going as long as possible. He held on for dear life and Pat screamed and her body shook wildly in her release. When she finally stopped moving, he lifted her knees toward her breasts and spread her thighs. As Pat looked down past her heaving breasts, she had never felt so open and vulnerable. How different from her feelings as Patrick, she thought, and what's more, she loved it! She loved being passive, sexy, and desired. She loved the feeling of ache in her belly as she waited for John to fill the void she now possessed. Pat sighed contentedly as John closed the distance between his loins and hers. John stroked the tip of his cock up and down the length of Pat's open slit. Each stroke opened the petals of Pat's flowering sex a bit further and smeared her moisture over the head of John's cock. Finally, positioning the head of his cock directly before the opening of her vagina, John applied the beginnings of the slow forward thrust. They both moaned with pleasure at the first passage of the tip of John's cock past the swollen petals of Pat's cunt. Pat closed her eyes as she savored the still new sensation of the tip of John's cock slipping between her new equipment. More and more open her lower lips were spread as they wrapped themselves around John's big, thrusting penis. Further and further her cunt stretched open around the head of John's cock. The ridge of his cock passed beyond the tight ring of her birth canal and the long, hard shaft began to slide into her body. Pat could feel John's cock as it opened and filled her. It felt so good! John had done his preparatory work well, as usual, and she focused on the magnificent fullness inside her and the incredibly good feeling of her cunt lips rippling back and forth as John's cock moved slowly from the depths of her cunt to a point just barely nestled between her cunt lips and back again. John focused the exquisite feelings of Pat's velvety warmth gripping his cock. She was so warm and soft and wet and snug. Pat's clutched his broad shoulders and wrapped her long, sexy legs around John's thrusting hips. As his thrusts became deeper and faster Pat responded with her own more desperate thrusting against John's hard, driving cock. Her breasts rocked and shuddered as John's pile driving piston flew back and forth within her. John grunted and drove his throbbing cock as far as he could into her and rounded the corner towards the finish line. Pat, sensing John's imminent release, clamped down even harder with her new muscles, determined to give John the best fucking she could. John reared back suddenly and squirted his release into her. Pat ground her clit against the base of John's cock and felt her second release shudder through her. She cried out as her second orgasm flooded over her carrying her to places she had never dreamed of prior to a few days earlier. Relaxing in the afterglow, Pat slowly stroked the back of John's neck, enjoying his weight on her as he lay atop her exhausted by their lovemaking. She felt his deflating prick as it slowly slipped from within her. They were making love for the forth time that day, on the beach, in the evening sun, when they discovered that they were no longer alone. ****** The sandy-haired stranger on the beach was barely alive, but Pat insisted that they could not use the goop on him. "John, we don't know what it will do to him," she argued. "We can't take the chance that we will harm another." "But he might die if we don't do something," countered John. "The goop made us both the picture of health." "Yea, but it also changed me into a woman," Pat reminded him. "Not that I'm complaining, lover, but he," indicating the unconscious man who lay in Patrick's old bed, "might not find the journey to womanhood so enjoyable." "But he is barely alive, and looks like he got several gashes and cuts from the coral reef and either a broken ankle or a real nasty sprain," John insisted. "Let's at least use it on his injuries." "But even that small amount is what started us on our journey. We can't, we shouldn't do it," Pat said. "Some men might consider it a fate worse than death to become a woman and, though I'd like to educate them that it's actually quite wonderful, thanks in part to you my darling man, not all men could handle it." "There's something else," John warned ominously. "What?" asked Pat. "Remember how those fish had harems?" asked John. "You're not suggesting that you would sacrifice someone else's life to one of your wants?" asked Pat. "No, no ? not that." John slowly stammered. "It's just ? well, just that I'm feeling, I don't know ? aggressive." "Aggressive? How do you mean?" queried Pat. "You know that I don't normally like to fight, right?" asked John. "Yes, though you never shied away from one once you found that it was one of a few limited choices," she admitted. "I can tell that if he wakes up, I'll have a hard time not being jealous or aggressive ? I don't know, because I've never felt anything like this feeling, and I think it's the goop," John reported. "Are you serious?" asked Pat. "Dead serious," replied John, "And I really don't want to hurt him, but with that fish goop running through our veins, I couldn't promise anything." "I think you've got more human blood than fish goop, but let's set that aside for the moment," said Pat. "We have got to find a way to save him without harming him or us." Pat furrowed her brow in concentration, but the stranger struggling to say something ended the argument. "Wauuurrhgh," Daniel moaned. Pat peered down to the stranger's face and examined his features for some signs of life. "I think he's trying to say something," she concluded. "Waddderrrrrr" moaned Daniel. "What did he say?" asked John. "Water, I think," replied Pat. "Go get some water for him." John ran to the main hut to get some water while Pat washed the stranger's face with a damp cloth for the tenth time that night. They had quickly lashed together some poles and made a stretcher to carry the unconscious man up to her old room. He was breathing shallow and labored, but he had at least looked better once they had cleaned off the sea and sand. Pat surmised that he was about their age, early thirties, or younger and looked to be in good shape. That had probably saved his life, as he must have been in the water for a long time. John returned with the water and held it to his lips as Pat cradled the stranger's head in her hands. Daniel sputtered and coughed, but he finally got down some water. After a few minutes and a few more sips of water, he seemed able to speak, but he couldn't lift his head from Pat's hands. "Better ? that's better," Daniel sighed. "You gave us quite a scare," said Pat. "How long?" asked Daniel "How long what? How long were you unconscious?" asked John as Daniel turned his barely open eyes towards the sound of another man's voice and nodded slightly. "We found you on the beach about five hours ago, brought you back to this hut and cleaned you up a bit." "Thanks," said Daniel. "I've actually been listening to you for the past half hour, but I didn't let on I was awake because ?" "Because what?" demanded Pat feeling offended. "Because I didn't know if I could trust you," finished Daniel fixing his eyes on John. "Trust us?" asked Pat. Daniel slowly swiveled his eyes back to her. "Yea, how do you think I got to your beach, an afternoon swim gone bad?" "We really didn't think about it. We were just so surprised to be interrupted," said Pat. John cleared his throat, suddenly. "At dinner, interrupted while we were preparing dinner," she corrected herself, blushing. "Oh, don't worry. I don't remember anything after the first fistful of sand I grabbed on the beach," said Daniel. "Oh, my name is Daniel. Daniel Sherman." "I'm Pat, and this is John," said Pat. "So what is this miracle goop that will make my injuries heal?" asked Daniel. "You heard all that?" asked Pat. "Yea, and I can tell you I'd take almost anything to ease the pain in my leg right now, even if it changed me into a woman," stated Daniel. "Does your leg hurt?" asked Pat. "I'm pretty sure that my ankle is broken," stated Daniel. "I told you so," said John with a smug grin. "This goop is likely to do more than just heal your injuries," warned Pat. "It will likely alter your mind and body, and either you and John will duke it out, or you and I will compete for John's attention, if you know what I mean." "I think I understand the risks, and to tell you the truth, I never much liked competing in a man's world anyway. I don't seem to be much good at it. Secondly, Daniel Sherman is a dead man one way or the other, and third, my leg is killing me. I'm willing to take my chances with the goop," concluded Daniel, finding it harder and harder to talk. "It's your choice," said Pat. John had already gone to the adjoining hut that was the lab to get the bottle that held the goop. He handed it to Pat. "I'm going to give you some in a fruit drink we make to disguise the taste, and then put it directly on your cuts and ankle, O.K.?" asked Pat. "Fine, but hurry ? I'm afraid I'll pass out again from the exhaustion and pain," said Daniel. He downed the mixture of goop and punch while Pat dabbed the undiluted goop on his visible cuts and bruises. She lathered a generous amount around his ankle. "There, that should do it," she stated. "Thanks ? I'm ? uuuhhhhh" mumbled Daniel as he fell into unconsciousness. "Well, that takes care of that," said Pat. "Or, it's just the beginning," said John. ****** John and Pat were talking over breakfast after checking on their still sleeping guest. "He didn't change very much, so you were worried for nothing," said John. "His color looks better, and the swelling in his leg is gone. So, the goop works as advertised even when the injury isn't an external wound or cut," countered Pat. "But I didn't change much either, on the outside, at least at first while we were avoiding each other. The first changes were inside my head." "Well, I'll stay away from him while he recovers," offered John, "that should help keep things neutral." "We can try, but I don't think that will make a difference," said Pat. "Are you angry or jealous that there might be another woman on the island?" asked John. "I don't know, but I have enjoyed having you to myself for the past week," Pat said while reaching across their small table to caress John's hardening cock. "But since that might be about to change, why don't we take advantage of our guest's nap?" They did. Twice. Two hours later Pat finally checked in on Daniel. "Hey, you finally awake?" asked Pat as she offered Daniel some water. "Yea, and I can't believe how much better I'm feeling. That goop is a miracle drug," said Daniel. "Yes, miracle is right, but I was serious last night about the warning," said Pat. "That goop will do more than simply heal you; it will change you." "You have no idea how much good a change might do me," offered Daniel. He told her of his recent exploits as a charter captain nee drug runner; the glamorous life of a single man with fast money, a fast boat, and lots of fast women, and how all that came to an end when he found himself nearly dead on their beach. "I'm pretty sure that someone else will discover us here eventually, and word will get around. If Daniel Sherman still lives, I'm sure that he won't last for very long. Besides, it was never my idea to be a drug runner, but that 's another story." "So, the prospect of turning into a woman doesn't frighten you?" asked Pat. "No, not really. Why should it?" countered Daniel. "I don't know. I've never really thought about it, and I can't say one way or the other how I felt about sex or homosexuality or women before I changed because I was always so focused on my work. You, however, had quite a love life, boats, women, etc.," mused Pat. "You might not be able to keep John at bay." "You might not be able to keep me at bay either," said Daniel. "You mean you find John attractive already?" asked Pat. "No, I mean that you might not be able to keep me at bay from you," said Daniel with a smile. "What are you talking about?" asked Pat. "Pat, you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, and I don't care if I'm a man or a woman, I don't think I could keep my hands off of you," said Daniel forthrightly. Pat stood, in all her naked glory, in complete and utter silence and shock for a moment. She had never thought of that angle. Sure, she enjoyed her new body, and on the rare occasion that John had been busy spearing their dinner, she had masturbated herself to one of her more intense orgasms as yet as a woman. If she enjoyed her own beauty and sensuousness, then why wouldn't she enjoy someone else's? "The thought has some appeal?" asked Daniel. "Now that you mention it," smiled Pat. "But I never had really thought about it before. What about John?" "That's a question you'll have to answer, not me," countered Daniel. "I'm not his lover ? yet." "I don't know if it is me or the effects of the goop, but I don't have a quiver of trouble about thinking about sharing John, especially since there is so much to share," she giggled. "In fact, the thought of having another girl around here is giving me a quiver of an entirely different sort! The original fish lived in harems, maybe we should too?" Daniel smiled. "So, when do we start?" "Looks to me as though we already have," countered Pat. "Your hair is already longer than it was last night, and how are your feeling, you know, sexually?" "I think it should be pretty obvious by our conversation," offered Daniel. "I didn't think about it until you asked, but I guess that I have been fantasizing about John since I woke up." "It's the goop; there's no avoiding the side effects," said Pat. "That will limit its eventual effectiveness if and when we get back to civilization. But at least you knew of the dangers before you took the goop." "Perhaps when we get back, you'll find a way to make the healing work without the sex change?" asked Daniel. "Perhaps. In the meantime, are you feeling up to getting out of bed?" asked Pat. "Oddly enough, yes. That goop is amazing," said Daniel. "Here then, drink up," said Pat offering him a bamboo mug filled with punch and goop. Daniel took the mug, offered her a toast and said, "Here's to a new life and some new lovers!" ****** "O.K. Let me try this again," said a very confused John. "You want me to dominate you for the next three days and turn you into a woman," he asked Daniel who nodded vigorously, "and you are willing to share me with the eventual her," he asked Pat who also nodded vigorously. "And if I don't agree, Daniel will walk to the other side of the island and try to stay away from us as much as possible," he finished. "Right. I don't want to intrude, but fate has thrown us together and, as I've said to Pat, I could really use a change, a real big change!" said Daniel breathlessly. Dan was having a hard time controlling himself. Now that he had made the mental leap to embrace the coming transformation, he couldn't believe how strongly attracted he was to the tall, tanned, and muscled John. He could feel his breathing become shallow and quick, and he was hiding a hard-on beneath what was left of his shorts after his ocean swim. He hoped that wouldn't make John uncomfortable. "I know it's supposed to be every guy's fantasy, more than one girl, a deserted island, perfect health, etc., etc.," worried John, "but it's never been one of my fantasies." Pat nudged Daniel a bit closer to John. "It's not important what your past fantasies were," she argued. "What's important is how you feel right now. Is there any chemistry between you and Danni?" "Danni?" asked John. "Yes, Danni," said Daniel. "I may not look it yet, but I'm going to be Danni sooner or later unless I meet a smaller man who I then dominate, which is possible given that most of these south pacific islanders are shorter than I am." Pat gave Danni another gentle shove as she watched John's nostrils flare as Danni got closer. "He doesn't want to be a he, he wants to be a she. And I can promise you that I won't be the least bit jealous. I'll always be your first, at any rate, and when the change is done Danni and I can be a different kind of first for ourselves and you can watch." "Now I know I am dreaming," laughed John. "I thought you said that this wasn't your fantasy," teased Pat. "I did, and it wasn't, but I AM only human," argued John. "So, you'll do it?" asked Pat. John put his arm around Danni and drew him into a hug. "I'll do it, though I won't enjoy it." "Right. Now I know that I'm dreaming," laughed Pat. Danni, as he decided he would have to call himself to get used to the transition, nearly swooned when John had brought him close. Neither John nor Pat wore any clothes, and Danni had never had his own skin feel like it was afire when pressed to a naked man's chest. The chest his face was crushed against transfixed Danni. It was enormous, hard and chiseled, lightly dusted with soft, downy tufts of hair that only seemed to highlight the valleys and peaks of John's magnificent chest. John's smell was intoxicating, dark and salty, and his arm felt like an iron bar that held him close and tight. Yes, he was going to like John. Danni turned his head so that he could see Pat. She stood laughing with John, her bright green eyes sparkling in the sunlight and her thick auburn hair curling around her pretty face and cascading along her shoulders behind her back with one thick shank curled between her breasts. Her breasts shook with her laughter, bouncing slightly as she shook. Danni was equally enthralled with Pat's chest as well. Pat's breasts were large but high, topped with enormous nipples that must have been as big as his fingertips. Well, he thought to himself, I'm not going to have any trouble being attracted to either one of them. He hoped that he would be as beautiful as Pat. "We should head down to the beach and spend the next few days at the old huts," said Pat. "Why's that?" asked John. "Because, as wonderful as the end result may be, the process actually hurts a bit," said Pat. "Not a lot," she reassured Danni, "but being in the water and off your legs helps as your hips and spine reshape themselves into a feminine form." "Oh, well that makes sense," mused Danni. "No pain, no gain, after all." "Well, trust me, soon-to-be-little-sister, there is plenty of gain," promised Pat as she gave her own breasts a caress. ****** The three of them spent the entire day at John and Pat's original beach hut, mostly swimming with John going off to spear some fish for meals while Pat showed Danni how to gather shellfish and edible seaweeds. Pat had urged Danni to stay as close to John as often as possible. John felt a bit uneasy at first, but the goop quickly worked its magic, first on their minds, and then on their bodies. Danni seemed to be suffering more physical pain than Pat remembered during her own transition, but Danni distracted himself by admiring Pat's magnificent figure. By the early evening, Danni had progressed to the same state Pat had acquired after her first two months of transition. Danni was not much shorter, having only been about 5'10'' to begin with, but he was much more slender. He had lost most of his male musculature, and his face had softened considerably. With the right tools and the right light, neither of which were on this island, he could easily pass for a woman. As they prepared for their evening meal, they noticed some new developments. "Pat, have you ever noticed these red patches on John's back?" asked Danni as he watched John's back in the firelight as he grilled their meal over the open flame. "What patches?" asked Pat as she left her work on the hut they would sleep in that night and joined Danni who stood behind John. "See these," she pointed to two long narrow patches of red skin that ran along the inside of John's shoulder blades about 12 inches long. "Wow, I've never noticed them before," said Pat as she ran her fingers along the length of each mark. "Hey, that tickles," said John. "Oh, sorry. Are they that sensitive?" asked Pat. "Why don't you tell me?" asked Danni as he ran his fingers along the marks he had found on her back. "Oooooh, careful!" Pat squealed. "They are sensitive." "What do you think it is?" asked John. "I don't know, and I can't see in this light," said Pat. "Perhaps we will be able to see better in the morning." "Perhaps we won't need to see better because it be done what ever it is doing," worried John. "Both of you are taking more goop to assist me in my change, right?" asked Danni. "Yes, I think the goop needs to be present in all the harem for the transformation to be effective," said Pat. "Maybe you should stop," said Danni. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you." "I knew that I liked her from the start," said John. "You said 'her' ? wow," said Danni. "Well, girlfriend, you're getting there," laughed Pat. "But you've got two more days until you're done, and we won't let you lay around half-baked. I'm sure that it's not harmful, and I have a theory anyway." "Theory? Well, then let's have it," said John. "It's only a theory," said Pat. "It was only a theory that got this goop invented in the first place, my beautiful-transformed-genius-lover," teased John. "O.K. Here it is, I don't know if you're going to like it," said Pat. "I thought that you said that it wasn't bad," said John. "I did say that, but I didn't say that you would or would not like it," said Pat. "This is the first time that the two of us have spent the entire day, more or less, in the water, right?" "Yes, but we spent most of the second day at the beach last week when you changed," countered John. "But when you think about it, we were only in the water for a few hours, whereas today we must have spend eleven or twelve hours in the water, easy," said Pat. "Yes, and it made me feel so much better, " said Danni. "I'm getting sore just standing here." "You should lay down by the fire," said Pat. "We can finish getting dinner ready. So, my possibly-equally-transformed- genius-lover, are you beginning to see where I am going with this theory?" "Gills?" asked John. "Gills," said Pat. The three of them sat in stunned silence for a few minutes. "Do you think we are still human?" asked John. "It depends on what you mean by human," said Pat. "What's your definition?" asked John. "I think we will still be able to produce children with people who haven't had goop, and gills are in our human genetic heritage," continued Pat. "But I don't think the ultraconservative religious types will think we're human." "Hell, those types don't think that normal people who simply believe different things are human," joked Danni, "or ones that have sexual orientations other than straight. Gills will really throw them for a loop." "Well, it's almost an academic question since we're still stranded here," said Pat. "We should, I think, allow this new twist to continue despite Danni's worries." "Yea, it will be so much easier to fish," laughed John. "You never seemed to have a problem before," joked Pat. "I wasn't trying to feed three hungry mouths," said John. After dinner, which had taken Danni three helpings to satiate his unusual appetite and included a healthy dose of goop for everyone, they decided that they would all sleep together on the floor of the hut. Pat had gathered fresh reeds and palm fronds and made a large bower on the floor. The hut wouldn't keep out much, but it would shield them from the constant, cool breezes the washed in from the cooler water over the still warm land. Danni lay down between them and both Pat and John nuzzled against his neck. He was awash in the tingles and tugs that the goop was performing upon his transforming body. He already had a slight indentation of his waist, and his body hair had largely disappeared. His hips, which had been aching all day, were slightly wider, and his shoulders were slightly narrower. He now looked like a young, slightly androgynous, girl. But both John and Pat could tell he would be beautiful. As they gazed down at the slightly smaller and more petite Danni as he lay between them, they both noted that his hair was a whiter blond at his roots and was now about four inches long. His lips had grown puffier, and his hands and feet were more delicate. Danni was still wearing the remnants of his male shorts, but they weren't going to fit on him/her much longer. Pat leaned forward and let her breasts brush against Danni's chest as she nibbled on his ear. "You're going to be a beach blonde," she breathed into his ear. "That will be nice, one blonde, one redhead," said John as he slowly stroked Danni's flanks with his hands. "I don't know if I'm ready for much past kissing," breathed Danni. "I know EXACTLY how you feel," teased Pat gently. "You can participate when you're ready," Pat continued as she lowered her face to Danni's. When Pat's soft, full lips gently pressed into his own, Danni knew that he could hardly wait for this journey to be complete. Kissing Pat was unlike any experience he had ever known, in part because his own lips were larger and softer than they had ever been before. Pat's tongue pried open his lips, and he let her slid her tongue over his teeth, delighting in her scent and taste. Danni wished that his own breasts had already grown so that they could rub sensuously against hers as they hung down from her slender frame; full, heavy, womanly breasts. Soon, he hoped, soon. John's fingers were doing equally wonderful things to his sides and legs. Danni swore that he could almost feel his waist constrict each time John's fingers danced along his flanks. Pat lifted up from their kiss, her eyes shinning. "You're going to be a great kisser," she sighed. "Let me try," said John as he lifted his face from the curve of Danni's softening shoulder. Danni caught his breath, turning slowly to John's face looming over his. He knew that he barely looked like a girl, but that he was still very much a man as his cock was straining against his shorts. Pat silenced his worries. "Oooh, what do we have here," she giggled as she unzipped Danni's shorts and let his stiff, but shrinking, cock spring free. Before Danni could react, John had covered his mouth with his, and Pat had sucked his now much smaller cock into her mouth. Danni nearly passed out with pleasure, feeling the surges of the goop as it swept through his body under the dual assault of Pat and John. On Pat's second stroke, Danni erupted into her mouth, as he moaned into John's. "Well, looks like Danni is on a hair trigger," mused John as he sat up from his kiss. He looked down on the now swooning Danni, noting that his face had shifted even further towards the feminine with longer lashes, wider eyes, and graceful eyebrows. John wasn't sure, but perhaps Danni was moving more quickly than Pat had. Pat continued to suck and clean Danni's small cock for several minutes while Danni continued to swoon, his eyes closed and arm entwined with John's. "Well, I swear I could feel your cock getting smaller in my mouth," mused Pat. "Wow, your eyes are really blue!" she exclaimed as Danni finally opened his eyes. "Really? That 's nice," Danni said as he reached for Pat and pulled her face to his own. "Blonde haired and blue eyed, how's that for you John?" "I can't wait," said John as he indicated his throbbing hard-on that was now firmly poking into Danni's slowly feminizing thigh. "Poor baby, maybe we should help," said Pat. "What do you say, Danni?" Danni looked from Pat's shining hopeful eyes to John's throbbing penis. He knew that the opportunity presented in Pat's suggestion would hurtle him further towards his feminization. But he had only just kissed his first man, and his mind had not yet made the leap to female, though it was certainly getting there in a hurry. Pat scrambled around John and put him in the middle. She put her hips up by John's head and took his large tool lovingly in her small hands. "Fair is fair," she teased as she twitched her hips with need and lowered her lips over the tip of John's cock and held it there lightly, smiling up at Danni and John. "I suppose you're right," said John with fake annoyance. He shifted away from Danni and turned towards Pat's splayed legs and busied himself in her sweet muff. "Ummmm, now that's more like it," she cooed as John nipped and licked at her leaking vagina. She took as much of John's cock into her mouth as she could and gave a long, slow pull along its length. John moaned into her crotch. "You want a taste?" Pat asked Danni after John's cock popped from her mouth. "It's pretty tasty if you ask me." "Um, maybe I'll just watch this time," said Danni. "It will speed things up," said Pat. "I speak from experience." "Are you sure," asked Danni. "Honest to goodness," Pat said. Danni paused, then sat up and positioned himself opposite Pat as she returned for another long pull on John's magnificent dick. It was thick and long, perhaps eight or nine inches; Danni wasn't sure. At his best, Danni's cock had only been five inches, but no one had ever complained. He had known how to use it properly. Despite his tenuous status as not a woman and no longer quite a man, Danni found John's cock fascinating. It throbbed visibly in Pat's grasp, and her lips stretched over the bell-like head and rippled as they slid over each bump and vein. She lifted her mouth from John's cock with a slight "pop" and pointed it at Danni's face. Danni could feel an odd surging of emotion and tingling as he leaned towards John's cock. He almost didn't register that Pat had let go of the cock and had grabbed John's head in ecstasy, urging him to push her quivering clitoris over the edge and into an orgasm. Danni barely realized that he was holding the cock on his own, or that his lips had gently brushed across the tip, savoring the precum that had oozed out and was dripping down one side. Danni did, however, decide that it was now or never and swallowed John's cock in a forceful thrust that brought a low grunt from John. Pat's hips jumped as John's effort was spurred onward by Danni's sudden enveloping of his cock. John's cock was tasty; Pat was right. Danni felt a surge of desire and emotion run through her body and soul. Pat was really right! This did speed things up, she realized that she had crossed her own gender barrier in her mind. With a newly inspired vigor and an old and well-earned, knowledge, Danni worked John's cock like a pro. Pat continued to twitch and coo, coming closer and closer to her release. John began grunting with each sudden pump Danni performed on his cock. She moaned into John's crotch, feeling the higher vibrations of her own changed voice flow over both her equally changed teeth, lips, tongue and John's cock firmly lodged in her mouth. Pat finally reached her orgasm, whimpering with joy as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her pelvis and breasts and limbs. Danni sucked even harder, and John found his release too, spurting hot, salty cum into Danni's eager mouth. Danni felt a sense of satisfaction that she had brought pleasure to some one else, the tangible proof of which she savored in her mouth. Pat lifted Danni's face to hers and kissed (him) deeply, sharing the bounty of John's pleasure. Danni eagerly fenced with Pat's tongue and reached for her distended nipple that hung over John's deflating cock. Pat moaned in approval as Danni gently stroked her nipple, extending the still present but now fading pulses of her orgasm. "See?" teased Pat as she broke the kiss. "Yes, I see," said Danni, her eyes shining even bluer and her lips fuller. "Ah, it really worked ? you've crossed over, haven't you?" asked Pat. "Oh, yes, by God yes!" exclaimed Danni. "And I love it," she said as she reached up to stroke Pat's beautiful face. "I didn't expect to feel this way this quickly." "It's the goop," replied Pat. "It's the sleep," grumbled John. "Having one sexy woman was tiring enough. Having two will be something entirely different altogether." "Bitch, bitch, bitch," teased Danni. "Let's put you back into the middle," said Pat as she crawled over the entwined bodies. Danni was jealous of Pat's swaying breasts and large nipples as they brushed over John's waist and then her own still flat chest. Soon ? soon, she thought. Danni and Pat shared gentle caresses and more kisses as John quickly fell asleep next to them. "Men," whispered Danni with a giggle. "Yea, they have their uses," said Pat as she kissed her newest lover deeply, their tongues twisting and sliding past each other's. "You're going to need your beauty rest, darling, so let's get some shuteye." They did. ****** In the morning, Danni awoke last and found Pat and John looking at her expectantly. "What?" she asked sleepily. "Definitely faster," John observed as Danni sat up and stretched. "Yes, and I'm jealous," teased Pat. "She's going to be done today at this rate, a full day earlier than I was." Danni looked down at herself to see what was the fuss. My god, she thought. Her hair was now past her shoulders and her torso was clearly female. Her rib cage was much smaller, and her nipples were puffy and larger. Her waist seemed to have shrunk in half, while her hips had widened considerably. Her legs were now thin and feminine, and her toes were dainty and perfect! Pat held out a mug. "Here ya go, a nice strong one!" she said with a smile. Danni took the bamboo mug eagerly and slurped down her morning drink. When she finished she traded Pat the mug for a small mirror she was holding. "I thought you might find this useful over the next day or so," said Pat. "Though I didn't think you would need this until later today. You're about twelve hours ahead of me, and I'm not sure if it is the presence of both John and I or that we are further advanced ourselves or that you might be more sensitive to the compounds in the goop." Danni stared in wonder at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was completely changed. Daniel Sherman was gone! Her eyes were bright blue, easily the match of Pat's bright green eyes. Her nose was small, cute, and delicate. Her lips were generous and wide and her teeth were large and strong. She smiled at herself. "Sort of a cross between Julia Roberts and Jessica Simpson," said Pat. "Wow, I didn't see that until just now," said John. "But you're right, only Danni's even prettier than either of them." Danni blushed at John's compliment. "Let's eat breakfast and hit the beach," said Pat. "We can continue this outside." As Danni bent her legs to rise, a ripping sound rent the air. "Well, that's the end of those shorts," she mused. "No worries. We go naked and you can too," reassured Pat. "But I'm not done," worried Danni. John reached down and pulled to her feet. Her formerly male shorts had ripped most of the way down one seam. John grabbed the other seam with both hands and easily ripped the other side of the shorts open from top to bottom. He let the tattered pieces fall to the ground as the three of them looked at the changes to Danni's crotch. She was right, she wasn't done, but no one standing more than three feet away would be able to tell. Nearly all signs of her formerly male appendages were gone. The only remnant was that her clitoris was still looked like a tiny cock, though only about an inch long or less. "Unless we get new visitors today who get up-close and personal, you've got nothing to worry about," reassured John. "Well, you convinced me," laughed Danni, and they walked out into the morning sunlight arm in arm in arm. ****** They spent another day in the surf, swimming further out into the lagoon. All three of them felt the effects of the goop on their bodies. Danni's skeleton stopped shifting and hurting by lunchtime, and Pat and John's red marks had grown into red stripes that seemed to be a clearly different texture than the rest of their skin. Their sensitivity had dropped as the change progressed, but nothing else had emerged. Pat insured that all three of them got strong doses of goop with lunch, and they returned to the water. Late in the afternoon, after Danni had shared another blowjob with Pat, and then she had suckled Pat's breasts as John stroked Pat from behind while they all floated in the shallow lagoon, Danni felt a tugging in her abdomen and moaned in discomfort. "It's o.k. honey," reassured Pat. "It's your womb forming. You're almost there. Heck, your breasts are coming in faster than mine did," she observed as she noted Danni's expanding nipples and gentle slopes of her newly formed breasts. Danni leaned back in the water as John supported her so she wouldn't sink. She could feel her insides rapidly reshuffling themselves into her new sex, and the anticipation she felt helped offset the sharp ache that lanced through her stomach and groin. John stroked her sides, holding her hips at water level while Pat supported her head between her breasts, stroking her hair. Danni was comforted by the weight on her chest that signaled the arrival of her breasts, though they were still only about a B cup, they nevertheless stuck straight up into the warm, early evening air, gently caressed by the waves as they lapped over her breasts and stomach. Her nipples were already long and stiff, and her bright, blond hair floated in a halo around her shoulders and face. The discomfort lasted for almost a half hour, but the result was astonishing. The water that had been washing over her chest now could no longer reach her nipples. Her breasts had expanded even as her womb had formed. Danni now looked down from where her head was cradled in between Pat's large breasts. She could see that her own body's terrain had greatly changed. Her new breasts were not as large as Pat's, it seemed, but the nipples were very stiff and very sensitive. The warm salt water barely lapped at the sides of her bulging breasts and ebbed and flowed over her completed vagina. Her hips had widened to the equal of Pat's, and her legs were smooth and long. Her vagina was topped with the barest tuft of white blond hair, and she could feel the dull ache of desire in her womb rather than the sharp pain of transformation. She was ready. She looked back at Pat, who had gently held her head above the water for so long, and parted her lips in anticipation of a kiss. Pat did not disappoint her, and she lowered her full, soft lips to Danni's wide, soft mouth. Their tongues dueled while Pat's hands wandered over Danni's breasts, plucking at her stiff and long nipples. "I think the oven is done," observed Pat after she broke off the kiss from Danni. "Let's stick a fork in her and see," teased John. "Don't you dare stick a fork in me," warned Danni. "There's only one instrument I'm willing to accept into my body." "Just one?" breathed Pat as she thrust her long tongue deep into Danni's mouth. "Yummmmm, " moaned Danni. "Well, maybe more than one, but definitely not a fork." "Would a nice hard prick do?" asked John. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I think it would do nicely," said Danni as she rose from Pat's embrace. John let Danni's hips sink into water in which he was standing and guided Danni as she turned to float vertically in the water next to him. "I'm feeling water logged, and I want a better look at the final product," said Danni as she turned and stroked for the shoreline. John and Pat watched appreciatively as Danni's shapely ass broke the waterline and swayed back and forth with Danni's powerful strokes towards the beach. "Last one in gets one less kiss," laughed Pat as she followed Danni's lead and headed for the hut. John watched in awe as two of the most shapely women he had ever seen, neither of whom had been women for very long, gave perfect Ester Williams' imitations and put feminine charms in water on perfect display. He wasted no time following both of them into the shore. Danni reached the same shore where, only two nights earlier she had barely dragged (himself) onto, and strode with strong, swaying strides towards the hut that sat at the edge of the high tide line. She paid particular attention to her body as it broke free of the water's support for the first time. Her breasts where almost as large as Pat's, but Danni was particularly glad that her nipples were larger and poked out from her perfect, Champaign glass shaped, C cup breasts. Her breasts felt heavy on her chest, with just the right amount of jiggle. Her waist was thinner than Pat's, which she felt proud of, and her hips were generous without being too much of a good thing. She was nearly the same height of Pat, she noted as Pat strode out of the waves and walked towards her, her larger breasts rocking and swaying with her strides. Pat was a redhead, well, auburn at any rate, and Danni was a classic blonde. They made good bookends ? or John-ends ? she thought with a giggle. Pat took in the vision of loveliness that stood in the dusk on the beach before her. Danni had turned out spectacularly. Danni was more petite than she was, but that did not worry her, as she knew that balance was more important than uniformity. She stood close to Danni and took her into her arms. The kiss that Danni shared with Pat was the most electric kiss she had every known, man or woman as either man or woman. "Look at your nipples," Pat teased. "You're so excited that they're sticking out an inch!" "So are yours," Danni returned. "Not an inch," she laughed. "Well, what are we going to do about it?" Danni shrugged with a coy smile. A second later, Danni felt Pat's hand move from around her neck and start stroking Danni's thigh. Never in a thousand years could she have imagined that she would ever *be* a woman while another woman stimulated her sexually. Pat's hand snaked its way to Danni's wet crotch and she gasped with pleasure. She moved her own hand to Pat's equally wet pussy, and they stood there, their nipples brushing past each other, as they slowly stroked each other's pussy lips, cooing and sighing with the pleasure that they shared. They continued stroking each other as John walked from the water and stood, cock at full mast, watching their lovemaking. "Let's get to the hut," breathed Pat. "Yes, lets," agreed Danni. Danni was no sooner in the hut when Pat pulled her into her arms and kissed her. She felt Pat's tongue enter her mouth and quickly slid her own out to meet it. Pat's hand quickly moved down Danni's gracefully curving back and slid down the back of her ass. Danni responded by pulling on Pat's nipples that were crushed between them. Pat's breasts were heavier than Danni's, the nipples were rounder but not longer. Pat moaned into Danni's open mouth as Danni fondled her nipples. Danni's hand slid down to her hips and pulled Pat closer, working a thigh between her legs. She felt, for the first time, the cooling sensation of pussy juice dripping down on their legs. Danni wasn't sure if it was more her than Pat, but both of their vaginas were making squishy sounds as they humped each other's legs. "Let's go in to the bed," Pat whispered as she pulled away from Danni. "John can join us in a bit," she continued with a wink to John. "Don't worry about me," said John. "I could use the rest. I'll be ready for you when you two are ready for me." Danni released Pat reluctantly and followed her into the bed. In the soft glow of the moonlight, they looked at each other. Two new women who were each aglow with their new found femininity. Their pubic hairs were both lightly colored and gently curled, proof that they were both naturals. Small clear droplets of cum clung to their mounds. Pat licked her finger and then traced up and down the center of Danni's bush. Her gaze was as exciting to Danni as the wet finger between her legs. Unable to wait any longer, Danni took hold of Pat and pulled her to the bower of reeds and palm fronds. It felt like a feather bed to the lovers. They rolled back and forth, blonde and redhead, kissing deeply, nipples rubbing together, bellies touching and mounds grinding together. When Danni was on top, Pat slid her hands down her back and pulled hard against her. The other did the same as their positions changed. Danni then remembered a trick she saw once in a porno when she was still a man. She pulled Pat's plump cheeks apart, and then pushed them back together, rhythmically. Then she used her fingertips to tease her puckered anus. Pat moaned at the touch. "Yes....Oh yes..." She gasped. "It feels so good." Needing no more encouragement, Danni got up and knelt behind Pat and teased her again. First with her fingers, then with her tongue. Danni buried it deep in Pat's rectum while she pumped two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. The incredible sight of Pat on all fours entranced John, her breasts swaying back and forth as she rocked back into Danni, who had her head buried in Pat's ass while her fingers pumped her wet pussy. John resisted the temptation to stroke his own cock, content to wait until it was his turn. "That's it," Pat hissed, as she rocked back and forth. "So good! So damn good!" Hearing Pat talk like that helped push Danni closer to the edge, but she was determined to hold back a little longer. She knew Pat was close, but she wanted it to build to a rousing climax. A few minutes later she felt Pat's rectum clamp down on her tongue as her pussy pulsed around her fingers. She plunged her mouth into Pat's box and was rewarded a second later with an explosion of cum which saturated her face. Danni hardly had time to recover her composure before Pat had recovered and maneuvered Danni onto her back. Immediately Pat had her face between Danni's legs and went to work on her. Danni couldn't believe how she felt! Her breasts jumped on her rib cage as her hips twitched at Pat's probing tongue. Her body felt alive with pleasure, and her hair softly caressed her shoulders and arms. She felt so female, so soft and pretty, and so close to an orgasm. Pat's head bobbed up and down as she tongued Danni closer and closer to her first female orgasm. Suddenly John reached over and began to stroke her breasts while Pat continued her assault on her cunt. The damn broke, the clouds parted, the storm roared, and Danni experienced the singular pleasures of the female orgasm. It started with a white-hot surge through her abdomen that sent tendrils of pleasure to all her extremities, but most especially to her clit and nipples. The resulting aftershock as that pleasure coursed back towards her womb set off the explosion of a lifetime. Danni never felt such wonder, such power, and such passion. She clasped John to her breast and thrust her hips into Pat's eager embrace, screaming in pleasure, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing. Pat held on for dear life as she tongued Danni through one orgasm after another. Danni didn't know it was possible to cum so much. Pat seemed insatiable, unwilling to break contact with the woman that she had helped to create. John was equally helpful, suckling the long and stiff nipple that rose from Danni's heaving and quivering breast. Finally Danni could take no more and managed to pull Pat up from her jellied thighs and guide her face to her own. Danni kissed her, and then they spent long minutes licking the cum off each other?s faces, before John finally joined in to help them. "That was wonderful," sighed Danni. "That was only the start," teased Pat. "What are you talking about?" asked Danni. "I can't imagine more pleasure than that!" "Aren't you forgetting someone?" teased Pat. "Oh, John," said Danni as she turned to face him. "I'd completely forgotten about you." "Not to worry," teased John. "I hadn't forgotten about you!" "But we have left you in quite a state," she said with a conspiratorial smile to Pat. "And now, I have ALL the equipment needed to take care of that," Danni as she leaned forward and took his hard cock into her mouth. "Oh!" John exclaimed as he felt the warm softness engulf his cock. He focused on the ripples of delight produced by Danni's skillful tongue. If anything, his cock had grown even harder as he looked down and watched those soft red, feminine lips he had seen develop for the last two days now slide up and down his manhood. Danni was a born cocksucker. With a skill that normally came from years of practice, she took John's nine inches deep into her throat. John had only had a few blowjobs before. None of those had felt like this, not even Pat's. The wetness of Danni's mouth seemed to engulf his entire being. Her tongue was everywhere at once. Licking up under the crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his balls, massaging the sides of his cock as she took him all the way into her throat. "Oh Danni .?" He moaned. John placed his hands against the back of Danni's head and began to thrust his cock into her mouth, worried that he would release too soon. He needn't have worried. Danni expertly held his balls with her free hand, delaying his climax. She could feel the fire building inside him, and knew exactly what John felt, and knew she could control it. It felt so good to have such power and insight. Finally, she released her grip and Danni felt the first drops of hot cum splatter against the back of her mouth. Furiously pumping his cock with her hand, she opened wider and swallowed as much of John as she could. The salty white fluid filled her as she closed her eyes and savored the tangy taste. It seemed like it would never end as he erupted a third and then a fourth time. The last burst as powerful as the first. Finally the fifth spurt signaled the end as Danni slowed the motion of her head and gently began to lick the length of his cock clean. She took a final lick of his now softening cock and let it slip from her mouth. She looked up at him, a very satisfied smile on her face. "Did you enjoy that?" Danni asked as she stood up. "Oh yes." John said as she reached her full height. "Good." She purred like a cat that had just finished a saucer of milk. "That was hot," said Pat as she reclined on their bower. "I'm not finished," said Danni as she pressed her lips against John's, giving him a passionate kiss. The taste of his juices was still on her lips and when she reached into his mouth with her tongue, he sampled an even larger measure. She then broke away from John, and began to display herself to her two lovers. John watched as Danni began to caress her beautiful body, sensuously displaying herself. She caressed her very large nipples and teased her already swollen labia. "You can take a closer look now that they are finished," Danni said as she smiled and ran her fingers across her tits. "Touch them ? kiss them," she urged. That did it for John. He could already feel his cock springing back to life. John cupped both breasts and moved his mouth to the closest nipple. He heard Danni sigh as he took it into his mouth and began to gently suck it. If it was one thing he had learned from Pat, it was how to suck a woman's breasts. His tongue traced the outline of her aureole as his fingers massaged her other breast. He could feel the nipple growing harder in his mouth as he covered it with his warm saliva. He eased Danni onto the bower of palm fronds and began to kiss and lick his way across her chest until he came to her other nipple where he repeated his performance. Danni just laid back and closed her eyes, a happy smile beaming across her face. "Ummm, breasts are nice." She murmured. "But I need to be fucked. I want you to fuck me hard!" "Hard?" John repeated. "Yes," She continued as he again took a breast in each hand and massaged them. "I want you to make me feel like a woman!" John wasted no time in fulfilling her request. He eased her up onto on all fours. Taking a position behind her, John stroked his hard cock as he rubbed his cockhead against Danni's wet hole. As he rubbed his maleness up and down the length of her opening, Danni pressed her pelvis against his hardness, inviting him to enter her. "Fuck me!" Danni cried out as she pressed against him. "I need you inside me so bad!" "Give it to her, John!" urged Pat. "God, you're such a tease, trust me girl, I know." Pat squirmed under the two lovers and positioned her mouth beneath their union, offering her still quivering cunt to Danni. John thrust forward and burst effortlessly past Danni' virginity and slid inside of her. As wonderful as Pat's mouth had felt on Danni's clit, it was nothing compared to the fullness that now pressed against her maidenhead. John griped her hips firmly and began to develop his rhythm, one that Danni quickly matched, timing her gyrations to meet his forward thrusts. As the forward power of John's thrusts forced Danni forward, she leaned into Pat's waiting quim and shared the pleasure she was feeling from John with Pat. Pat was tighter, but Danni was wetter, thought John as he savored their intense love making. "Harder," moaned Danni urging John forward. The pace quickened and John's thrusts became more insistent, each drive seeming to penetrate deeper than the last. Danni thrilled to the feelings as John slide his rock hardness almost all the way out, then pushed forward in a furious thrust until his balls slapped against her. She could feel her ass shake with each thrust and her breasts quivered wildly on her chest; her nipples were twin points of fire. Her mouth was crushed against Pat's cunt with each thrust. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Danni panted as her sweat-covered body quaked in passion. "Fill me with your cock!" Even thought he had just cum only minutes previously, John knew he would soon erupt again. His own body was also covered with sweat, his breathing labored under his efforts. So wet had Danni's love canal become and so intense had John's thrusts become, that he had slipped out of her more than a few times. He usually thrust back within her before she could even notice. This time he pulled out deliberately. In her sexual ecstasy, it was several seconds befor