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TINGLES NINETEEN By Katharine Sexkitten My tingles were soaring. Perhaps more than they'd ever before. I was kissing Jade. She was kissing me. It was the most beautiful kissing of my life. Her lips were soft, and moist, and tender. Her tongue was sweet, and playful. In some respects, I felt like it was kissing a version of me. A much better version. Jade was without question the most womanly, sensual, and beautiful special woman I'd ever seen, over the countless hours I'd spent surfing CD and T-gurl porn. I'd watched some amazing gurls, for sure, and some positively breath-taking videos. Jade outshined them all. Her beauty. Her grace. Her femininity. Her sexuality. Everything. I wasn't kissing her for being the best hostess I'd ever met. Nor was I kissing her to say thank you for her life-altering offer of buying me my very own breasts. Just like hers, using the same surgeon. She had offered, or more directly told me flat out, that she was going to pay for me to fly to Switzerland and have the operation. I WAS GOING TO HAVE BREASTS! Hers were perfect. Soft, rounded, with high nipples, and absolutely no signs of scars anywhere. And they felt exactly like real breasts, a real woman's breasts. They felt like Angie's breasts. I had gently reached up behind her head and undone the halter of her dress, while we were kissing. Her hands were behind her, on the mattress, supporting her body. She was allowing me to explore her at my leisure, and I was taking it slowly, enjoying every second of touching her and kissing her. My fingernails gently raked her nipples. God, it was fantastic. She murmured little moans and groans as I did, so I took my mouth off hers for enough time to lean over and lick her nipple, and then blow cool air onto it, which made Jade moan out loud, a deep guttural moan that told me it truly affected her. That made my tingles ramp up more, and I was absolutely determined to make her cum. I moved back to kissing her, tasting her passion. Slowly, my hands began caressing down her body, over those stunning tits, and onto her tummy, which rippled with excitement under my palm. YUMMY! I could actually feel her insides moving, her own tingles strong enough to make her flesh move. Her lips were like the softest of pillows for mine, and I couldn't get enough. I could kiss this special woman every second of every day for the rest of my life, and when I met St. Peter at the pearly gates I would honestly say I'd spent my life well. Better than everybody else. And that was why I was kissing Jade. Because she is the sexiest creature on the face of the planet, and like a believer, I was paying homage to my deity. As we continued kissing, softly making out, our tongues dipped into each other's mouth from time to time, never too far, always letting the other gently suck on it, bathe it in saliva and warmth and juicy goodness. I loved her tongue, and sucked it whenever she'd let me, worshipping it as if it was a cock. Laving it in love and saliva. Slowly, we fell back to the bed, Jade more or less under me. Our bodies, soft and feminine and wrapped in the sexiest of dresses, molded together. We sought each other out, like touching and rubbing our bodies was life its own self. And who knows, maybe it was. I was sure that we must have looked like the sexiest lesbian movie ever! My hand eventually made its sexy way down to her thighs, and I was lightly caressing her stocking-clad legs. Strong, shapely, womanly legs. The epitome of femininity. Her dress came to mid-thigh, and my hand after some time found its way under the hem, and I began caressing upwards, towards her panties. Her thighs were quivering under my touch, and her moans had increased, into my mouth. I could feel her skin pulsing with her passion. Her breath was rapid now, and hot, like the furnace inside her was beginning to really cook and it was transferring its heat to me through our sweet soft glorious kiss. I took that energy she was giving off. I revelled in it. I bathed my soul in it. I found that special place in the universe that only my tingles can deliver. As if I was lost at sea, in a small boat, bobbing on the water, adrift, with the only solace being that I had the sexiest woman in the world to slake all my hungers. Physical, yes. But emotional too. My hand slowly found its way to Jade's panties. They were stretched taut, owing to the state of her cock. It was as hard as an iron bar, wrapped in the softest skin. Perhaps seven inches long, and an impressive thickness. And she'd fairly flooded her panties with pre- cum. The fabric was damp, enough so that I could rub my finger up against her shaft and my finger had liquid on it. I brought my hand out from under her dress and straight to my mouth. Breaking our kiss for just a second, I daubed whatever had stuck to my finger onto my own lips, like the crudest and yet sexiest of lip balms. Jade's eyes were wide open, and she watched me. Then I saw her smile, as she anticipated exactly what I was going to do with my now pre-cum covered lips. "You better kiss me, Jessica," she whispered, her voice raw and her breathing rushed, her tongue in and out of her mouth, tasting her own lips over and over, waiting for the elixir from her panties. "Try to stop me," I said, and dove back into the heaven that is her kisses. Our lips, both covered in lipstick, were now also covered in her pre-cum, and we both moaned loudly as our kiss began anew. Tongues sought out the juice, her love liquid. We passed the salty goodness back and forth, tongue to tongue, lip to lip. If a microphone had been placed nearby, it would have picked up the most erotic symphony of moans and breaths and smacking lip sounds, delicious wet slurbs and slorps. My hand found its way back under her dress, and onto her panty-clad cock again. I moaned, just feeling it. The shaft was pulsing, throbbing against her lower belly, trapped as it was by her panties. My fingers moved stealthily, and in but a few seconds I had her cock out from under her panties, freeing it from its confines, allowing it to stand up from her body, pushing at the lower part of her dress. In one motion, I broke our kiss, and slid to my knees, on the floor, feeling the rich thick carpet under my stockings. Faster than I've moved in years, perhaps in my whole life, I had my head up under her dress, and her cock-head in between my lips. The tingles around me were like ribbons, arcs of energy and life. I could almost see them, that's how palpable they were. I had never been higher with lust and passion before, this beautiful sensual sexual special woman now leading me to heights of eroticism I'd never imagined. Levels I'd never postulated. For the briefest of seconds, I thought that if fate somehow turned cruel and a meteor hit the earth, ruining life for all living creatures, that I would die happier than every other body on the planet. Of nearly eight billion people, I would be the one with the smile on my face. Dressed in the finest feminine clothes, with the sexiest woman I'd ever known, recently pile-drive fucked by a black god, his cock by far the biggest I'd ever had, my pussy opening and closing in tune with my breaths, gaping and un-gaping to the tempo of my lungs expanding and contracting, the salty wet head of her fantastic cock in between my lipsticked lips. I was never religious, but I swear if I was that this, this place I'd taken on the planet, this situation I found myself in owing to the birth of Jessica, this journey I'd embarked on with the help of Brad and Carol and Peter and Cynthia and Angie and Vladimir and Scott and the Duke and Ricky Ray and the countless others I'd met, all of it, cumulatively, had to be the face of God. If there was a God, I was standing before her now, unrepentant, and proud. LOOK AT ME! I AM JESSICA KURVA. JESSICA THE SLUT! I WAS BORN FOR THIS! I AM REAL. I AM A SPECIAL WOMAN, THE PERFECT MIX OF FEMININE AND MASCULINE! THIS IS WHERE I AM MEANT TO BE! THIS IS WHO I TRULY AM! Jade moaned, and pulled her dress up over my head, so she could look at me. Her chin was nearly on her chest, which looked a bit awkward for her, but the fire in her eyes was clear. With my tongue gently bathing the rounded curve of the head of her cock, swiping back and forth over the sensitive skin of her helmet, making her ooh and ooh again, I looked up, and watched her eyes. They were like laser beams, focussed on me, zeroed in on my mouth, wrapped around her cock-head, my tongue lapping up the little river of joy she kept pushing out of her pee-hole. I wriggled my tongue in that hole, coaxing more pre-cum out. It was like drinking from the fountain of youth. Each droplet I could swallow was making me whole, was feeding my soul, was giving me life and love and energy, and was making me higher than any drug could possibly achieve. With my eyes firmly on hers, I sent her a non-verbal message. My darling Jade, I am yours. Forever. To love, to love again and again and again. Always. Eternally. She flashed me back a message, with her eyes. Take me now, baby. I am yours! Suck my she-cock! Fulfill your destiny! Never breaking our eye contact, I methodically began swallowing her cock. One inch, two inches, three inches, four. They disappeared into my sucking mouth, my tongue swiping back and forth under the shaft, the head reaching the back of my mouth, my throat just opening up, naturally, instinctually. Between the small rivers of pre-cum she was pumping out and the huge river of saliva that I was producing without thinking, there was more than enough lubrication, and at just the right moment, when it was needed; I began the swallowing motions, breathing through my nostrils. And inch by inch by fucking amazing inch, her entire seven inches or so disappeared. Voila! The moans we were both making were loud and lewd and the greatest concerto ever composed. Her eyes were fierce, her nostrils flaring out like a race horse, her breasts rising and falling quickly, faster and faster, those nipples as hard and erect as I've ever seen nipples, male or female. From the angle that I was at, kneeling on the floor, her cock all the way inside me now, my lips up against her body, the tip of my tongue just able to touch her balls, her nipples looked like two gigantic brown traffic cones, standing atop the sexiest curved roads in the universe. And it reminded me of just how fucking fantastic her breasts are. Like Angie's, perfectly huge and rounded and soft and pliable. The waves of unbridled joy that I was riding since we'd walked into this bedroom suddenly bloomed, like the tallest mountain in the world just one day growing, shooting itself higher towards the sun, inexplicably doubling or trebling in size. My right hand reached up, and cupped her left breast, my forefinger and thumb closing around her nipple, squeezing it, hard, and then harder, eliciting growls of delight from her. Soon! I would have breasts just like these! I closed my eyes at that point, and began concentrating on my task. I wanted to orally love Jade, better than she'd ever been orally loved before. I was determined, there and then, to give her the blow job of the ages. I wanted her to cum so hard, when I allowed it, that she passed out from the pleasure. Or if not fully passing out, I wanted her to ride that razor-thin line between conscious and bozo-land. The same line I rode while Ricky Ray was fucking the life out of me earlier. The same line, though in a different context, that I rode when Jade made love to me in the shower, after Ricky Ray had left. How she'd stripped her dress and panties and hose off, joined me in the stream of hot water, and lovingly entered my ass-pussy with her cock. I could instantly remember her words as well, how 'she wasn't normally a top, but with me she couldn't help it'. God, I love my tingles! Somehow, just knowing I had it in me, I closed my eyes and began sucking. Sucking and licking and slurping and moaning and gasping and swallowing and savouring all the tastes and textures in my mouth, my taste buds going berserk with the myriad of things to experience, the plethora of sensations to absorb. Life and the world around it vanished, but not in a haze. Everything was crystal-clear, sharply focussed, crisp and vital. I was sucking Jade's cock. For all I was worth. My heart could stop beating; my brain could cease all electrical action. None of that mattered. The one and only thing that was important was in my mouth, and throat. Her cock. And there was absolutely no way in hell I was stopping until she exploded her load of cum down my throat. No way in hell. My eyes closed, my right hand fondling her breast, playing with her nipple, big as a light switch, my left hand cupping her hairless balls, which themselves were wobbling about in her bag, shifting here and there based upon the quivers and tics of her body, now heavily influenced by her rising lust. CAN LIFE GET ANY BETTER? I moaned louder, as the tip of her cock released a really big dollop of pre-cum for me, right into the beginning of my throat. It almost bypassed my taste buds altogether, but not entirely, and the sweet salty tang of it filled my senses, so I swallowed harder than I've ever swallowed, and found my lips right up against where her cock meets her body, my nose crushed into her belly. I WAS IN HEAVEN! The tip of her cock throbbed inside my throat, as if toying with me, tempting me, communicating with me on the most basic and primal of levels. Pure unadulterated lust. Then, three things happened, one after the other, quick as rain. First, my tingles just exploded. Bursting through the top of the tingles-meter, blowing the arrow past the red line, it was as if I was orgasming on just tingles alone. My body was the same, on my knees, one hand on Jade's breast and the other cradling her balls, my mouth full of her cock, to the brim. But the sharp upward jolt of tingles made my back arch, my ass high in the air, searching, searching for something to sate me, psychically willing for a cock to appear, to fill me, taking me to the highest of places, spiritually. Second, Jade's hands suddenly came down on my head, and held me still. For a second I thought she might be getting ready to face fuck me, in what I'm sure would be the most feminine of ways, but she didn't move a muscle. She just held me there, as my tingles reverberated through the universe faster and faster, my ass shaking up and down and up and down, yearning for satisfaction. Thirdly, I heard a very distinctly English accent say, "Blimey, mate!" The Duke. Who he was talking to, I had no idea. Maybe himself. All I knew was that as long as I focused on breathing through my nose, I could swallow around Jade's amazing cock over and over and over again. Non-stop. Each swallow starting at both ends, inward from my lips and outward from deep in my windpipe, meeting in the middle, milking her cock, again and again. And each swallow brought the most deliciously-womanly moan from Jade's mouth. I kept swallowing, slowly and wantonly, and she kept her hands on my head, and we both could hear the sounds of clothing dropping to the floor, and feet hurriedly stepping out of shoes, and more clothes falling, or being tossed, and then I sensed someone close behind me, perhaps kneeling. All as I continued swallowing and swallowing and swallowing the most beautiful gurl cock in the world! The sounds coming out of me were unlike any I'd heard before. Moans, and hums, and groans, and roars, and whispers, and murmurs, and sighs, all in one noise. And it was all in the sweetest strangled voice I'd ever made. Most of my noises were being absorbed by Jade's cock, which I continued bathing in my saliva and swallowing and swallowing. Naturally. Joyfully. Righteously. Then I felt my dress being pulled up, exposing my ass, still gyrating and trying to find solace in the best of ways, yearning to be filled with cock. My panties, the small G-string that they were, were pulled aside, and then a tongue began working its way around my pussy hole. The world's biggest YES came out of me as an indecipherable sound, but I was sure the message was clear. It was delicious! Oh, my god, the feeling of a tongue, wet and strong and yet gentle, lapping and tasting my skin, moistening me, teasing my hole at first, and then insinuating itself, just the tip, into the ring of me. Coaxing me, urging me, imploring me to open. And after the monster sized fucking I'd received earlier from Ricky Ray's mammoth cock, thicker and longer than any I'd ever had before, I found it as easy as thinking about it, that one or two millisecond burst of neurons colliding, and I simply opened. All of me, wide, gaping, and ready. The tongue sensed it, felt me widening, and slid inward, as far as it could, in time with me. And it was a long tongue! I thought, oh my, whoever it is will probably be tasting some of Jade, since she was the last to cum in me. How fucking sexy is that? Jade's hands were still firmly on my head, her fingernails from time to time tightening on my scalp through my wig, in unison with her occasional extra-big cock throb inside my gullet, giving me each time a squirt of her pre-cum, now thick and viscous, the feeling of it just landing on indiscriminate parts of my throat new and delicious, like having a bath for my vocal cords. I just swallowed and bathed and swallowed and bathed. The tongue left my pussy, and then hands landed on the tops of both ass cheeks. I felt the thumbs reaching out, pulling on me, spreading me wide, exposing my pussy completely. Then a cool wet stream of liquid hit me, from above, landing just between my cheeks and above my pussy hole. Spit, I realized. Saliva. Two fingers of the right hand coated themselves and then just as matter of fact as possible slipped easily into my pussy. To their length. I moaned, and my mouth and tongue vibrated against Jade's cock, and she moaned, and I felt another huge ball of her love juice land in me, swiftly being absorbed by the delicate tissues of my throat. It was cool as it touched me, and instantly heated up once my body began taking it in, cell by cell. Then I felt another drop of saliva on my bum, just above my hole, and felt fingers scooping it up, but since they didn't return to my pussy I had to assume they were lubricating a cock, the way nature intended it. Whose cock, I could not tell. My tingles were in the stratosphere, and I could almost fine tune it enough to guess that Peter might be in the room, but I couldn't be sure. A few seconds later, my mouth and throat still full of Jade's gurl cock, her hands still holding me down, something that felt like the round end of a bell touched me. It sat itself down in the depression of my pussy hole, resting against my skin, between my ass globes, teasing me with what was to come. I moaned around the flesh inside my mouth, and my ass by nature just started trying to move backwards, trying to pull that cock inside me, trying to capture it in my ass lips, sucking it in with my pussy. And then, as if possibly on cue, or a nod or something, Jade released most of the pressure of her hands on my head, and guided me off her cock. I took a gigantic lung full of air, a huge string of saliva attached from my lips to her cockhead, and whoever was behind me gave me about three seconds to get oxygen in my lungs, and then the round end of the bell began pushing into me. Instantly, I knew it wasn't Peters cock. The shape was different. This cock slowly entering me felt like a mushroom, rounded in all directions. Peter had more of a helmet shape to him. However, the size of the bell was significant, and as he slid his cock further into me, whoever he was, it was widening me, and my channel was like a snake swallowing a big rodent. The bell-shaped head opened me as it moved, but the shaft following behind was thin, much thinner than I expected, and my channel would close around the thinner part after the head had passed by. My breathing sped up, and I was about to turn and see who was fucking me when Jade grabbed my head again, and guided my wide open mouth onto her cock. Spit-roasted! Jessica Kurva, the slut, was being speared from both ends. I was back to breathing through my nose now, the taste of Jade's cock overwhelming my senses almost as much as the cock, quite long, was now plowing my pussy. And plowing was the right word. From the first moment that cock had seated itself all the way inside me, it had begun moving out again at light speed, only to slam back into me just before the gigantic round head would have left me, leaving me gaping open, desperate to be filled again. After the second slam back inside me, I heard the English accent again. "Oooh, bloody 'ell, Peter," the Duke moaned, in that tell-tale clenched-teeth way, "what a lovely pussy, she is." He began a constant, almost metronome-like fucking of me. In. Out. In. Out. Like clockwork. Steady. His cock was long, as long as Peter's or maybe even just a skootch longer, but so much thinner. Other than the gigantic mushroom head. I promised myself to get a real close look at Duke's cock, when I could. When the opportunity presented itself. It must look unusual, I surmised. Like a thin stick, with a tennis ball stuck on top. But the oddity of his shape didn't take away from the feelings his cock was giving me, the indescribable sensations his round head pushing out at my insides generated. The rapid-fire thrusts and withdrawals, like a machine gun, were making my bowels expand and contract in hyper-mode. Like a cameras lens, set on the fastest shutter speed rate, opening and closing in breakneck staccato rhythms. In the two weeks now that I'd been Jessica, since the very first cock took me, since that night at Brad's party, in his bedroom, on the marital bed he shared with Carol, changing my world forever, this was a fucking unlike any other. Jade's hands on my head held me, sweetly, and steadily. I was back to swallowing, over and over and over again. And it took all of my concentration. It's like having a piece of food stuck in your throat, and trying to force it down. Except this piece of meat wouldn't move, wouldn't be heading for my stomach. In most situations in life this would be alarming. A person might panic, thinking they were choking to death. I, however, knew better. I wasn't in any danger. Like the truest of sluts, I had meat in me, but it wasn't going to be my demise. It was going to deliver my salvation! She was in me as far as she could be, and my swallowing was the natural movements of a lover of cock. No worries. Saliva and swallowing, all while breathing through my nose. My eyes rolled back in their sockets, and I gave up myself to the will of the sexual universe. Machine gun fucked by the Duke, while totally swallowing Jade's cock. And then my tingles ramped up again. Jade's body moved beneath me, rocking back and forth, which I knew instantly was a result of the mattress rocking, a result of someone else getting on the bed. With my head in Jade's hands, and her cock in my mouth, I opened my eyes, but couldn't see much, other than a pair of male legs shuffling forward on bended knee from the other side of her head, to place a cock into Jade's mouth. A cock I knew well. A cock that I loved, more than any other. Bar none. I instantly recognized Peter's cock. The flare of the helmeted head, the remarkable hang of his balls, the shape of his pubic hair. I couldn't see anything above his belly button, but I knew it was him. The man that I loved. I watched Jade's moaning mouth open, her plump lips capturing him, briefly, before his body movements made him slip out, his cock snapping upright again, bouncing off his belly. I saw her curse, almost silently, and then her mouth began searching for him again, yearning to feel the same thing I was feeling. An erect, hard, turgid, manly cock in her mouth, on her tongue, her lips clamped around it's girth, her entire being desperate to suck, to lick, to taste, to pleasure. A special woman, the most beautiful in all the world, her own cock buried in a hot wet mouth, fighting to find that which she most needed. Cock. The Duke kept pummelling me, rapidly, ceaselessly. His strokes were so machine-like, and I remembered Jade saying how he could go for hours. I wondered if I'd get to experience even a little of that now. Would he fuck me for hours? My tiny cock was not hard, nowhere near erect. But at the same time, it felt hard. It's a physical sensation that's hard to explain, but all the nerve endings were telling me that I was tumescent, throbbing, and stiffer than I'd ever been in my entire life. But my right hand was feeling myself, and while my balls were tensed up, ready to blow, my cock was soft, and almost shrunken. Which totally belied how I was feeling. My tingles were zig-zagging through me, at maniacal speeds, filling every cell with energy and passion, racing to and fro, moving my spirit towards orgasm. I could feel it coming. I knew that I would be coming, and soon. The Duke just kept pounding at me, rat-a-tat, his little moans and "uh's" the only sounds he could make, his hands with a death-grip on my hips, my gorgeous dress bunched up around my lower back, my panties pulled to the side. His cock, long and hot, now pistoning in and out of my pussy, making me moan, the vibrations of which spread throughout my body, some of them making her cock in my mouth shake as well. And Jade was moaning, finally finding purchase with her mouth and now seriously sucking Peter's cock, her head tilted back, her passion in the moment clearly evident. My moans made her moan. Her moans made me moan. The Duke, behind me, ramming me doggy-style as fast and hard as I've possibly ever been fucked, save the exception of Ricky Ray, his noises adding to the erotic soundtrack of the room. I felt more than saw Peter shuffle forward a bit, on his knees, as his upper body leaned over, towards me. Jade's hands came off my head again, and I took the opportunity to once again let her out of my mouth, taking in a huge lungful of air as I did, the spit and saliva and her pre-cum stretching from my mouth to her cock, in the sexiest liquid rope I've ever seen. Then Peter's head was next to mine, and I turned to see him. His eyes were alight with pleasure; his mouth was open in a tiny "o", his nostrils flaring with each breath in and out, his tongue just slightly sticking outside his lips. Our eyes met, and I could see the endless love he felt for me, mirroring my own for him. I said it first, beating him by only a microsecond or two. "I LOVE YOU." Then our mouths met, and we began kissing. Softly, for the most part, but my body was being jolted and rocked by the Duke, every time he thrust his cock into my pussy, every time his body weight slammed into me, his hips smashing into my ass cheeks, so holding the kiss with Peter was a challenge. Somehow, owing to the genuine love we felt for each other, we were able to do it. Until suddenly Peter snapped his head away from me, his eyes rolled up so all I could see were the whites, his mouth open in an almost-pained way, a strangled "oh" the only sound he was making. I looked over, through the gap between his leaned-over body and Jade's, over top of the sexiest breasts known to mankind, and saw something that literally made me cum. My insides began contracting and pulsing and the cum started spewing out of my flaccid little cock as I saw Jade's tongue, extended and rapidly moving, back and forth, directly into Peter's ass. She was eating him out. I screamed, I couldn't help it, a plaintive wail of gibberish as my ass rocked and rolled, my pussy hole clamping down on the Duke's cock, his moans startled and harried. He hadn't been expecting that, and his hands squeezed my hips harder still, and for a second I worried I might have bruises there after all was said and done. Cumming took over me; it made me lose the ability to control any parts of my body or mind. I became an orgasm machine. Streams of it came out of me, as did a non-stop moan of indecipherable sounds. I was gone, transported away by the mushroom headed cock inside me, the vibrations telling me I had to pee almost burning in my belly, knowing those zaps were my prostate being rubbed, all of it the automatic reactions of being fucked again. I WAS BEING FUCKED AGAIN! Oblivious to all around me, my entire being was transported away on the sea of release. Tingles. Overwhelming, all-consuming. The brightest white light flooded my brain, my body shaking and convulsing on its own, my conscious mind being unable to control my movements. The Duke held onto me for dear life, behind me, his cock trapped in my pussy, my outer ring clamped down as if my very existence depended on being filled like this, forever, always. I felt like I was being electrocuted, in a way, my limbs and torso lurching and crashing in random spurts. Slowly, too much so, I began to come down. My screaming had stopped, my cumming had slowed, and my pussy hole had relaxed, and suddenly the Duke just began barnstorming on me. As I came to lucidity, the sudden and violent ramming from his cock became my raison d'etre, my reason for being, my purpose in the universe. I was going to get the Duke's finest fucking, and I was going to get the Duke's cum. Automatically, like a baby to its mother, my mouth sought out Jade's cock again, and I swallowed it whole. The innate program in my DNA took over, and my tongue bathed the bottom of her shaft as I gulped her down. Back to my soul. The Duke was loudly grunting now, the tempo increasing to match his fucks into me. UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH! That big mushroom head and tiny shaft just kept burying itself in my pussy, our bodies slapping together, my muffled moans shrill with mind-boggling delight. My little cock seeped out more cum, clear, thin, and runny. My tingles began going wild again, and I realized that I was on the path once more to having a totally tummy-clenching cum. And only a second or two after, I heard Jade start yelling, hard and soulful, and then as if she was having an epileptic seizure her whole body started shaking, convulsing, thrashing about. Her tongue left Peters ass, I could see, as her body wracked beneath me. She was shaking so strongly that I couldn`t keep her cock in my throat, and almost lost her totally, but I managed, in my building state of euphoria, to catch her cock head between my lips. And that`s when my entire mouth became flooded, to capacity, with her cum. In what had to have been the biggest shot in history, Jade pumped almost all of her salty semen blast in one gigantic spew, and I was full of her. I could feel her cum, wriggling in between my teeth, and down my gums, and under my tongue. She was screaming, just out-of- control feminine screams, louder than a chainsaw, and I had enough sense in me to swallow, all of it, in one gulp, the slimy cum slithering down to my guts. The sexiest swallow ever! Her second blast was far less, in volume and in fervor. I waited for the third spurt, which was almost negligible. Swallowing again, once again savouring the feeling of something so delicious and liquidy and salty touching my insides, coating them, I was starting to come down from the high, starting to regain some semblance of greater awareness again, feeling like I was almost back on planet Earth. Which is precisely when the Duke started screaming. And fucking me even harder. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," he kept yelling, his accented words strained. He pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me, he pounded me. Then, with his last mighty thrust into my pussy, shaking my entire body, he screamed. "GOD SAVE THE QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" I lost it again. I can't say for sure I blacked out, but I began cumming, from the inside, perhaps not even making it outside, because I couldn't tell if I was actually ejaculating or not, and reality went away. For how long, I can't say. The first glimmers of sense returning to me made me realize that the Duke's cock was still buried all the way in me, he was still gripping my hips in a frenzy, his voice was trailing away in loudness, and my face was on Jade's belly, which was moving up and down like a trampoline. I could hear a voice, almost wretched in tone, but pleasantly so, if that's even possible, and then to my total surprise I realized it was me. I'd never heard that kind of sound from myself before. The bed began rocking back and forth and up and down again in unpredictable patterns, making me realize somebody was moving about. Then I felt Jade's hand come down on the back of my head, caressing me at first, and then gently pushing me, urging me to move forward. I opened my left eye, my right one more or less buried in her skin, and saw that Peter had knee-shuffled over to Jade's right side. His right hand was wrapped around his own cock, which he was stroking. He was jerking himself off. It made me realize that he'd been the only one of the four of us not to cum yet. That thought made me tinge with a little sadness. Peter thrust his hips towards me, still stroking himself, bringing the head of his cock closer to my mouth. Jade was still softly pushing me forward, not that she had to, and I willingly complied. I opened my mouth a little, and stuck my tongue out a little, and my left eye looked up to Peter. His smile was beautiful! His eyes glared down at me, exciting me in a nanosecond. "Jessica," he whispered, "take my seed, darling." He was almost begging me, imploring me. All the money in the world couldn't have stopped me. My mouth opened, as wide as I could make it, and the Duke continued flexing inside me, his cock slowly softening, beginning its slipping journey out of my pussy. I began to moan my disappointment, but in a heartbeat it changed. Peter groaned, a deep throaty masculine sound, and his hand sped up on his cock, and the first shot of his cum hit me, right on my upper lip, like a missile, a short sharp shock of semen, and then he adjusted on the fly and I adjusted on the fly and the next three shots went into my mouth, coating my tongue and lips and gums and probably all the way down to my tonsils. I swallowed and moaned, swallowed and moaned, and after his fourth spew I leaned even more forward and wrapped my lips around his cock head, my tongue diving into his hole, like an anteaters, trying to fish out every last drop of his cum, nursing at him, riding his waves of orgasm, as they slowed and quieted. When he became too sensitive, he fell back on his haunches, towards the headboard, and his cock fell out of my mouth. He let out the most satisfying sound, like a warhorse suddenly realizing the battle was over, victory had been achieved, and now peace could ensue. I was a zombie. I felt like I had no strength in my muscles, no energy to do anything at all, but lay on Jade?s tummy. She stroked my head, and my cheek, and kept whispering my name over and over again. My memories from that point are vague. I recall the utter sadness when the last of the Duke?s cock left my pussy. I have a sense of the four of us all laying together on the king-sized bed, all of us gasping for breath, each returning to normal consciousness at their own pace. I know at one point Jade kissed me, softly, on the lips. At that point I was laying in Peter?s arms, wrapped in his love, my dress somehow not on me anymore, my panties and bra and stockings in place. My body was pressed up against him, his naked skin touching me and reminding me that I was indeed loved. My face was on his upper right pectoral, his chest rising and falling slower and slower as he came back to earth. The last things I remember were satin sheets and a deep heavy comforter being laid on us, Peter and I, as we held each other, and then the lights of the room being turned off. I know that Peter and I kissed, softly, in the darkness, the sounds of our hearts loud in the sudden silence of the room. Finally, before I completely passed out and fell into the deepest of sleeps, I remembered how lucky I was, that I?d found my true self. How amazing my life had become. How I was going to have real breasts soon, so I could snuggle up against this man I want to spend the rest of my life with and press them into his manly chest. The way a woman would. The way this special woman will. I FUCKING LOVE MY TINGLES!!! The End.