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For the second time, when I opened my eyes, I knew that I was no longer myself. Before I even looked around, I was prepared for what I would find. I had seen her when she walked through my door, and if only for a moment, I had a mixture of excitement and fear over what would transpire. Tiffany was a young woman in college that had had a rough life. She had been abandoned by a addict mother, abuse by an alcoholic mother, spent five years in foster homes (none of which was very good), and she herself was going through what could only be termed as a search for attention and love. From the notes in the file, I saw that she had almost failed out her freshman year due to chronic partying, a series of men that were not good for her at all, and the loss of direction and hope given her past. She had been reluctant to see anyone, but since school mandated her visits on terms of academic probation, she had finally come around and was talking opening with her therapist. I was inheriting her due to her past therapist's retirement. I didn't carry her past with me when I entered her body, but I did carry her body, which as I moved to get out of bed was immediately something I knew would take adjusting to. I had always been attracted to women, and in my mind, I had just had sex with a woman not 30 minutes ago, but given my present situation, that was a lifetime ago. I loved everything about women. Their smell, their feel, the way they walked and talked, everything sent me spinning. To be in their body was a completely different thing. I found a mirror as fast as I could. The apartment was an utter disaster. Clothes were everywhere. Food wrappers and trash were piled in places that I would never imagine could be receptacles for such items, but I fought my way through the tangled maze of discord to find the bathroom. Equally a mess, the bathroom would be my point of discovery, the place I would learn about the body and life I would now inhabit. I hate to be a sexist pig, but the first thing I noticed when I stood in front of the mirror where my breasts. It's a clich? that every man is a boob man, and I was no different, but even as I made my way from the bedroom to the bathroom, I tried my best not to notice or think about my chest (if only because I didn't want to come off as a pervert). Everything was strange. They were mine. This body was mine. Whatever was in the boxers I was wearing was mine, and it was the equipment that I was use to. I had always wanted to get into a girl's panties, not wear them. At no point had I ever thought about what it was like for a woman, what she felt, what her life experiences were like, but as I stood there in front of the mirror starring at the body I began to wonder what my future held in store. I cut off the light before I looked anymore. If I didn't look at my body, I wouldn't feel so bad, so I left the bathroom and checked out the entire apartment. The place didn't appear to be anything special. It was clear that the place was a college apartment, decorated with picture collages, beer cans stacked in places (what I would have expected for a man's apartment), and assorted used furniture, no doubt purchased at second hand stores. I didn't know what she had planned for the day, but I knew that what I needed to do was make this a better place to live: clean space, happier place. I began cleaning the kitchen first, washing the dishes, gathering trash. I moved on to the living room and finally the bathroom and bedroom. What I noticed was that my body just moved differently. Everything was out of wack. The first thing that really bothered me was the movement of my breasts. Everytime I moved, bent over, or walked, they swayed or bounced. My balance was strange, not only because of my breasts, but because my hips were much different, and my walk seemed to cause me to bounce more than remain level when I moved. By the time I was done cleaning, two hours has passed. I had a pile of clothes on the floor and a pile of questionable things on the bed. I sat down on the couch and examined my handy work. The irony of my OCD as a man cleaning up after a messy woman, which I now was, was hard to escape, but as I caught my breath, I began to dry the sweat from my brow, and without even noticing I was doing it, lifting my breasts to dry underneath them where they rested against my body. I noticed what I was doing just as I finished doing it. If I hadn't had it before, it caused me to panic. What was I doing? Who was I? I mean, I was in a woman's body and I was groping at her breasts. As I thought about it though, it wasn't sexual at all, which scared me all the more. Just a day ago, hell, just a few hours ago, lifing a breast, even touching a breast, would have caused an instant erection and now I was doing it without even knowing. Luckily, or unluckily, my thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. I stood up and went to the door, opened it without thinking (I needed to stop doing that), and in walked a tiny blond in a skirt. She started talking as soon as she crossed the threshold and didn't stop while she went to the fridge, sat down on the couch, started looking through some photo albums, and finally back on the couch. I didn't catch any of it. "So what do you think?" was all I heard. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening." I was just starring at her. "Girl you look like shit. Why aren't you ready. You so can't go out like that. You are still going right?" "Yeah I guess." "Wow, you cleaned this place, ya know it needed it, but I wasn't gonna say anything, ya know. I didn't want to be like some super bitch or anything. So get ready. I'll drink a beer while you get ready, but hurry. You don't have to do any impressing, its only lunch." I didn't respond. I figured that the least resistance until I got settled in and use to this life the better. I was guessing she was a close friend the way she made herself at home, but I wasn't sure. I had never been around women alone to know how they behaved. The apartment was laid out whereas the kitchen was immediately on your left when you walked in the door and the living room was on the right. It was basically a large open room separated by a bar. In front of you was a short hall way with a washer dryer on the left and then the bathroom and directly across the hall way was the bedroom. It was small and quaint, and with a little work would be great. I went directly to the bathroom and started the water without thinking. I liked a long hot shower and this would be no different, rushed or not rushed. I didn't even think about the body I was in until I started undressing. I pulled my shirt off first, and that was the first time I saw myself naked. I wasn't facing the mirror, but immediately, as I raised my arms and pulled my shirt up over my head, I was aware of my breasts. As I threw my tee shirt on the floor, I turned and stood in front of myself. What I saw amazed me. When she had walked in my office, the first thought I had was that she was a bigger girl, but now, looking in the mirror, I realized that that was anything but true. The baggy shirt and large boxer shorts had covered my body, but now that only the boxers remained I saw the mostly flat stomach but widened hips that were underneath. What I couldn't get past were the size of my breasts. I had an idea, given my first look and the movement that I was experiencing throughout my cleaning expedition; I mean I wasn't surprised that they were big. That was hard to miss. But naked, looking at them, was simply shocking. They were the largest breasts I had ever seen in my life, and they were on my chest. I let the water run as I examined them through the mirror. What was before me was not a bigger girl, but almost a smaller girl, but her breasts were freakishly large for her body. I lifted with my hands to feel the weight and firmness, feeling them loose their form only slightly as they were supported by my hands. They were soft, yet firm, with almost no sag outside the simple space that they occupied. To look at them one might wonder if they were real or not. I had no clue what size I was, but they seemed to weight pounds, round as small melons, and had two large areolas with two protruding nipples. I shook myself from the state of admiration I was in for my body, pulled my boxers down, only to pause for a second and glance at the lack of anatomy that was between my legs. I had no hair. All I could see looking down was a void and the swollen divide. I tried to move without thinking about it, but all I could think about was that I had a hole between my legs. It was as if since I saw it I became keenly aware of it. I did my best in the shower. My skin was infinitely more sensitive than it was as a man, and I made sure not to wash my hair (I knew enough to know that it would never dry on its own). I stepped out of the shower and she was sitting on the toilet. She cleaned herself and stood as she pulled up her panties, and then started talking about some guy she had met two weeks ago that did something, somewhere. "Hey want your towel?" She reached over and grabbed the towel and handed it to me, not even noticing my body. I felt the cold air rush in with the door open. "Its cold out there, close the door." She complied and went to looking at herself in the mirror. She got close to the mirror and studied each cheek, then her forehead, stepped back and placed both her hands on her boobs and pushed into her chest. "Really, give me like one tenth of your boobage. I need it. You got plenty." "Girl, you can have em." I was drying my legs, one foot on the bathtub wall. She came over laughing, and as I stood she grabbed both my boobs with her hands, her fingers pointing to my face and shook them, and in somewhat of a baby voice said, "I know you would you sweet booby girl." Then changing her voice back to normal, she released them. "Now get dressed, lunch is awaiting." I stood there with my boobs stinging a bit from her decision to shake them, dried off completely, and then wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom. As I left the bathroom she was sitting in the living room reading a magazine, but she looked up before I got into the bedroom and just started laughing. "You're cracking me up girl. Just let those things fly." I was so stupid. I had wrapped the towel around my waste without thinking about it. She followed me into my bedroom and started nosing around. "We gotta get you sexy yet descrete, James is going to be there, and I know you want to get his attention. But you so don't want to whore it all out. Cause is is so the guy that would just hit it and run. What ya think? Some jeans? What?" "I really don't care. You pick." The whole conversation was a god sent. I had no clue what I was doing, and at least this way, I would have another girl picking out my clothes. I studied her going through my drawers. I had already faced the lacy underwear and bras when I was cleaning, but this would be an entirely new experience. I hadn't planned on her picking out my underwear, but she started throwing things on the bed. She grabbed the panties first, held them up and started laughing, admiring the lack of material I guess because there was nothing there. Then she opened the drawer above it, closed it, and then one below it and started sifting through. She pulled out one bra, then another, went to the bed and compared how they looked next to each other and kicked the drawer closed. "Baby, your boobs are insane, really, I never looked at your bra." "Shut up, and they don't have to match or anything. Not like any one is going to see em." "Un huh, remember McDonalds?" I didn't want to know. I almost sticking my fingers in my ears and started making loud noises so I wouldn't hear anymore. She was still studying my bra. She put her hand in the cups to show herself the volume of each, then traced the straps with her fingers, finally arriving at the clasps. "Will you just give me that." "Really, its just crazy your boobs are this big. Really." She rolled out the slightly worn tag that read Bella Donna. "Holy fuck, you're a H cup? Fuck girl. I knew you had some monster titties, but shit. How much you think they weight, really?" "I don't know, please, just let me have it." She laughed and threw it on the bed. She went to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and then a studied a few tops before going back to the dresser and pulling out a green tank top. "There ya go, now hurry the fuck up bitch." She left and I went to the bed as fast as I could. I felt completely exposed, so I grabbed the panties and tried to figure out which holes were the leg holes. I used the cotton crotch and the tag for reference but there wasn't much there. When I pulled them up the feeling of the thong was extremely disconcerting; however, after a minute or two of adjusting myself, I got use to it. The difficulty was with the bra. I first put my arms through the straps, but then realized that was going to be impossible. I then tried to put the bra lower and clasp it, but that two was difficult. Finally, I realized that if I clasped it in front and rotated the bra around, then lifted it as I put my arms through the straps that it work better. I felt strange reaching into my bra and adjusting each breast, but once I did I saw how much better my profile looked and how much more support the bra was. I still giggled a little but I didn't bounce around. Also, my size seemed to be contained, not looking as huge as they did on their own. I did my best to get into the jeans and pulled the tank top over my head, adjusting it as best I could to hide my bra straps, but failed miserably. I looked in the closer and found some sandals that seemed to be comfortable and then met her in the living room. "Ta-da. What you think?" "Not going to put on any makeup?" I had no clue what I was doing, so no the answer would have to be, but then I had an idea. "No. If you want to put some on me I'm game, but I'm good." "Do I have to do everything for you?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bathroom. It was simple enough after seeing her do it, and it really did help. My skin tone was evened out. My eyes stood out. My lips seemed more full, cheek bones more defined. "See how good you look? Allison will take care of ya, almost look good enough to sleep with, but don't get any ideas my big titty sista, I'm only down with the dick." She started laughing, and I joined in if for no other reason that I didn't want her thinking that I was totally insane. I grabbed what I thought was my purse hanging on the bar stool and we were off. I prayed that the purse had everything I would need. It didn't. *************** The world as a woman was something I wasn't prepared for, and it wasn't all boobs and ass. When we got to the restaurant, we parked the car and I could feel everyone looking at me. At first I thought it was just my imagination, but then I caught guys turning their heads. I felt self conscious, the center of attention, and I was usually one that blended into the background. We made out way into the restaurant and were immediately sat in a booth. I sat opposite of Allison and went to order a sweet tea, but she immediately stopped me and ordered us both margaritas. We were through one drink when the guys showed up and I began to feel the affects of the alcohol. James sat beside me and Brantly sat beside Allison (it seemed the plan all along). I wasn't sure if I had been with James before or if Allison was pimping me out. I mean we could have been married for all I knew. We ordered a second drink and they ordered a first, and then we all started looking at menus. James, seemingly having a problem looking at his menu, decided to look over on mine, and here was the problem. I knew what he was doing. I had done it. Many times. The problem was that as I sat there thinking about what he was doing, I was seeing it both from his perspective and mine, meaning, I understand the excitement of being a man and getting close and looking down a woman's shirt, but as a woman I also felt his aggression, the way he was imposing himself on me, and I had to say, even though I hate to admit it, that it was thrilling. I should have said something, and then it might have stopped there, but I figured why not give the guy a little show, its harmless. At one point he actually reached across my chest to point at something and ask if that sounded good, but this too was just another trick: the boob graze. He was clearly an amateur at it, making it so obvious, or maybe that is what he was going for, who knew. I let it pass, but it became apparent that he was going to push and push until I stopped him. I wondered if that is what all women thought when men made their moves. I sat there hearing Allison go on and on (thank god she was a talker) about her classes, and how this girl had said this thing to that person, and although I appeared to be listening, James didn't make any effort to play like he cared. His attention was on me. The waitress came back and we ordered more drinks and as we were ordering our meal, James decided that he would see how far his hand could go before I stopped him. The problem was that he did so while I was ordering. I felt his hand touch my thigh first, and as I said I would have the garden salad (I don't know why I ordered it), his hand rubbed the top of my thigh and then worked its way to my inner thigh, feeling the heat from between my legs, the inside of his palm resting firmly against my pussy. I was disgusted that a man was touching me, or should I say I fought to be disgusted. I felt a warmth between my legs, and a surge of excitement go through my body. I didn't know what to do, so when the waitress left, I suddenly and loudly announced that I needed to use the bathroom. Allison excused herself as well and we went to the bathroom. Once there, she grabbed me and started laughing. "Damn girl, I thought he was going to finger you right there at the table." "You saw?" "Yeah we both did. He wants it bad. You should so get it. Susan said she sucked him off. Said he had a huge dick, great to suck, and you know if its good to suck its gonna be a good lay." "So you want me to just take him home and fuck him." It was a statement more than a question, one filled with judgment and disgust. "Whats wrong with you? You feeling ok?" "I'm drunk. That's whats wrong. But hey, I really gotta pee. I'll see ya back out at the table." I went into the stall as she left and sat down to pee. It was the first time I had peed as a woman, but it seemed to come naturally. It seemed, that my body knew what it was doing. I sat there after I was done and thought long and hard. I was a woman, not a man. I wasn't gay if I did this. It was natural. I thought about how I struggled to hate his touch, but then thought about how good it felt. I dried myself and checked the mirror to see if I looked ok. I truly was a beautiful woman, and with these tits, I oozed sex. I know I would have been all over me. I walked back out to the table and James got up and let me enter the booth. When he placed his hand back on my thigh I decided that I would let it go as far as it could, see what it was like, see if he would push and push until he, and hopefully I, got what we wanted. I needed courage, so I took the drink that had arrived when I was gone and nearly chugged it. Everyone at the table started laughing. I looked at all of them. "What? I feel like getting drunk." "That's my girl," James said and laughed. He then ordered us two shots each. We drank as they ate. I ignored my salad completely, laughing with James and forgetting myself. I finished off the next drink and then two more shots came. James was not merely rubbing my thigh, but his hand was applying pressure against my pussy, and an all too familiar feeling surged through my body. I was horny, very horny, but it was very different as a female. My breasts were warm and my nipples where hard. I felt a warmth through my legs and a tingling through my arms. I didn't want his hand to move, I wanted it to speed up. I took the last of the shots and put my head on his shoulder. He looked at me. I whispered in his ear that I was drunk, and he just smiled at me. Allison looked at me and smiled as well. "Well you guys," Allison said, "I think we are going to hit the road. James can you make sure that our drunk girl gets home alright?" He said "sure" and before I knew it, they were gone. The room wasn't spinning, but I was definitely seeing double of things, and as I leaned back against the back of the booth, I put my hands down to brace myself and hand landed on his thigh. He didn't say anything. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to the inside of his jeans and I could feel the outline of his cock, his cock pulsating through the fabric. I looked down in shock to see the outline, his large head clearly visible, but I didn't move my hand. In stead, I closed my eyes and started to rub his cock. Eventually, he grabbed my arm and told me it was time to go. He grabbed my hand and led me to his car. He got me in the passenger seat and buckled my seat belt, making sure to adjust it so it split my breasts. I closed my eyes and tried to stay with it, but thought about what was going to happen. I was going to have sex with this man, and it didn't bother me at all. I thought about the shame I should have sleeping with a man, but then I reminded myself as best I could that I was a woman, that there was no shame in it, and this was a valuable experience to see what the other side felt. I told him where to go, and when we got there he helped me out of the car and followed me to the door. I struggled to unlock the door, and in the middle of my attempt, he pulled me around and kissed me. I dropped the keys and wrapped my arms around him as he kissed me. His body pushed mine against the door and I felt my chest flatten against his torso, his hands come up to frame my face. He stepped back a bit and broke my hold of him and then he grabbed both my breasts hard, pushing them up and squeezing them and the feeling that went through my body almost made my knees buckle. He released me and bent down to pick up the keys. I pointed out the right one and he let me enter first. I didn't wait for him to touch me. I pulled my tank top over my head and through it on the couch. I unbuttoned my jeans, kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans down, leaving me in just a bra and panties. I turned towards him to see if he was following and he just stood by the door. I looked him but he didn't move. "I'm not sure if we should do this. You're really drunk." "You don't want to fuck." It was the body talking, not me, but at that moment we were one and the same. "It's not that, it's just I don't want you to do something that you will regret." I looked at him and smiled. The man that occupied this body an hour ago was no longer there. I was a woman, and my body was telling me what I wanted. I walked towards him without saying a word. I had a compulsion to suck his cock. The need was deep in me and came from a place I wasn't familiar with, but was so powerful there was no way I could stop it. I got right on him and he looked at me, studying my figure. He reached to kiss me, but I stopped him. Then I dropped to my knees and he knew what I was doing. He spread his legs a bit and looked down at me. With both hands I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down at the same time. As they passed his cock, it bounces up, inches from my face, but for the moment I ignored it. I got his jeans all the way off and he stepped out of them. I then looked up. I was face to face with his cock, and it was amazing. He was long, very long, with a head that was thicker than the rest of his cock. It wasn't overly thick for his length, no thicker than my old cock was. I paused for a second and then without hands, I opened my mouth and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I was gentle. I felt the head on my tongue, my lips around his shaft. I explored his head with my lips and tongue, slowly with intent. After a minute of that, I pulled him from my mouth slowly and grabbed the base of his shaft with my hand. I allowed my tongue to gently lick the bottom of his cock and I looked at him for the first time. He was smiling down at me. I knelt like the catcher in baseball I use to be, and with one hand wrapped around his dick, without actively thinking about doing it, my other hand was rubbing my clit. I began putting his length in my mouth, testing my ability to take him. I pushed down on him until my lips came in contact with my hand and when I pulled both my hands away from what they were doing and braced myself by holding the sides of his ass. I went until I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth. I instinctively pulled back, thinking I would choke, but there was no feeling of the sort. I worked down on is again, this time resting it against the back of my throat to test the feeling and then I felt his hand on the back of my head. There was some resistance, but then his head pushed past the back of my throat and it was like I fell completely on his cock. I tried to straighten my head to accommodate, but there was no holding back what was happening. Before I knew it, my lips were against his body and his full length was in my mouth and throat. I pulled back and felt it pop out of my throat, only to fell him push me back down on him until my lips were once again against his body. Everytime I pulled back, I felt the ridge of his cock catch my throat, and everytime his cock popped out of my throat, he pushed back into me. The feeling was amazing. I could feel my pussy getting soaked. I continued to suck him for a few minutes until I pulled totally off him, out of breath. Once his cock was outside my mouth, he used his hands to pull me up by my chin. He kissed me deeply, and before I knew it, my bra was on the floor and his hands were all over my tits. When he broke my kiss, he grabbed me by the arm aggressively, and pulled me over to the couch. I went to kiss him, but he turned me around and pushed against my back to make me bend over. I fell onto the couch, my knees supporting me and my chest falling against the back cushions. He pulled my panties down to my knees and in one movement pushed the entire length of his cock into me. I screamed. The filling feeling was something I was not prepared for and as he came to rest, balls deep in me, I was glad I was on my knees because there was no way I could support my weight. He moved slowing, grabbing my hips with his hands, slowly pushing the entire length of his cock in and out of me. Everytime he pushed into me, a surge of heat and pressure shot through me. Everytime he pulled out of me a series of shivers took me over. It was the most amazing feeling of my life, but he continued to move slowly. He released one of my hips and then I felt his thumb push against my asshole. He came to rest completely in me and I felt him spit on my ass and massage it in with his thumb. I could not have imagined how amazing that would have felt. He stopped rubbing my ass and bent over me, his cock still entirely in me and reached around me and grabbed both my tits with his respective hands. He pulled me back firmly against his body with the grip on my tits, and while it hurt a little, the pleasure that came from his grasp is hard to explain. He continued his hold, bent over me, and he began to pick up his pace. I bounced with his thrusts, and he let go of my tits, leaned back against, this time grabbing one of my hips and the other reached around and found my clit. As he fucked me, the feeling of his hand on my clit started a feeling to built that I can only describe as a frustrating grasp on my entire body. He rubbed my clit and continued to fuck me until I felt it coming. "Don't stop. Harder." I meant his fingers, but he started fucking me harder, and I lost ability to control my body. The frustration concentrated more and more in my crotch until I felt a rush and it totally let go, then my body bucked and I screamed. When that happened, he grabbed my ass and started fucking me so hard my tits were bouncing uncontrollably, but I didn't care. I didn't want it to end. The orgasm passed but I felt it start to build again, but by this point he was fucking me as hard as he could. I grunted and panted, and then all of a sudden he let out a loud grunt and I then felt a surge of heat inside me. I came as soon as I felt it, and as he slowed his fucking and rested against me, I knew I had been fucked for the first time and that he had cum in me. When he stopped he sat inside me and I felt him grow soft and slip from me. I instinctively rolled over and laid down on the couch. He stood above me and leaned down and kissed my tits, rubbing them and circling my nipples. I reached out and pulled him to my mouth, putting his semi-hard cock in my mouth and tasting the mixture of both our juices on him. I didn't suck him, just cleaned him off and he finally stood and grabbed my hand to get me up right. "I can't walk." I laughed at him. "Not a problem." He picked me up with almost no effort, laid me down on my bed and laid beside me. He turned and looked at me. "I want you to straddle my face and I want to eat my cum out of your pussy." I was reluctant to move, but then he looked at me and said "please." I crawled to him, pulled my leg over his head, and then his hands guided me to where I needed to be. At first I felt strange, like I was going to smoother him, but as soon as his tongue started working on my clit, I settled back on him. He used his hands to spread my pussy open and began licking deep into me. The feeling was overwhelming. I leaned forward because I couldn't stay up right and used my hands to brace myself on his thighs. He started to moan and I figured that he was getting what he wanted, and after a few minutes licking deep inside me, he started licking my clit, and I couldn't even hold myself up. I collapsed on him as he continued to eat me, my head resting on his thigh. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his eating. It was very different than getting fucked. Each time his tongue flicked my clit, my body shuttered. I opened my eyes and saw his dick in front of my face. I pushed myself up and took the head of his cock into my mouth, and as I did, he reached around and grabbed both my tits in his hands. The feelings coming from everywhere were so intense, something I could barely control. He was soft in my mouth, but as I started sucking him, he grew. I couldn't take much of him, given the overwhelming feelings that were surging through my body, and eventually, as I released him from my mouth, his mouth brought me to an amazing orgasm. I rolled over panting from a feeling that I could never have imagined. I looked over at him, and he smiled, then got on his knees and made his way between my legs. Grabbing my legs with his hands, gripping the back of my knees with his hands, pushing them back, he put his dick at the entrance of my pussy, and pushed forward. My head fell back as he entered me, and I grabbed the sheets as he got all the way in. Deep inside me, he let go of my legs, fell onto me, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine, the taste of my pussy all over his face. I wrapped my no freed legs around his body, and I felt his right hand grab my left breast as he kissed me and started rocking on top of me. He didn't fuck me as much as grind against me, which began to send me into heaven. I came again in no time, and I let him grind again and again against me, until I could no longer take it anymore. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't take the feeling anymore. My body was so overwhelmed with sensation that I didn't know what to do. I pushed against his chest, forcing him upright, and he took my legs back in his hands and started to fuck me rather than grind, which began a different level of feeling. He started fucking me hard, and other than the deep feeling of his cock, the overwhelming feeling I felt was my tits bouncing with his force. I held on and grunted as cock made me feel like I would split in two. I lay there with him pounding me, and told him how much I loved him fucking me. I wasn't lying. All I could think about was how amazing it felt to having him inside me, to feel myself part with his entry, to feel him get deeper, the force grow inside me, and then shutters that went through my body with the manipulation of my clit. I couldn't take anymore, but I didn't want it to stop. Eventually I felt him cum and heard his grunt and knew that it was over. When he slipped out of me I was spent. My boobs hurt from flying all over the place. My labia were sore and swollen. I felt him dripping out of me, felt the sweat of his body as he slid off me. Any of this would have made me completely freak out a day ago, now I didn't want it to end. He lay on my shoulder, my arm around him. On his side, he rubbed my chest lightly, circling my nipples, massaging them lightly as we sat in silence. "That feels really nice." "This is the only thing that felt nice tonight." "Shut up, you know that was amazing." "Thanks." "I was talking about how amazing I was." We both started laughing. "You know you are amazing. You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen." "You don't have to sweet talk me, you already fucked me." "Your funny. I gotta sweet talk ya so we can fuck again." "No your funny, and don't worry. If you want to fuck again, just bring that thing back over." We didn't speak after that for a while. He continued to rub on me, and I slowly drifted off. I didn't notice him get up and get dressed, but he came over to me and kissed my forehead. "I had a great time tonight. Get some sleep, I'll call you tomorrow." I curled up in the covers and smiled, not drunk anymore, happier than I had been in a long time.