5 comments/ 118500 views/ 30 favorites Reluctant Shemale By: tawnysuede Chapter 1 - JC Wyatt must pay for his sins ------------------------------------------ Marilee's fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the "casting couch" which degraded women. The young actress, a stunning blonde who couldn't have been more than sixteen years old, had looked so hopeful when she had entered that office only twenty minutes earlier, so pleased to get a chance to show her talents to the famous JC Wyatt. But ten minutes later she had looked terrified when Marilee had taken coffee in to her boss. The blonde had been kneeling on the floor, sucking on JC's long dick, while JC tweaked her large nipples into stiff erection. She stopped sucking for a brief moment, startled that JC would call his secretary in to witness her degradation. But JC had simply grabbed the back of the blonde's head and slowly fucked his cock deep into her mouth, causing her to gasp for breath. Now, just a moment ago, Marilee had peeked through the door crack, admittedly excited herself by the lustful moans that filled the office. The blonde was kneeling on the couch, her butt high in the air, as JC's cock fucked hard into her sopping pussy, and the sixteen year old had been enjoying it! But then JC had withdrawn his cock and suddenly lanced it deep into the blonde's ass! The youngster cried in pain, begging JC to take his thick rod out of her ass, but he had merely grabbed hold of her rounded tits and set a furious pace of fucking her virgin asshole. Marilee had closed the door and returned to her desk, angered at her boss' callous treatment of women. Marilee's roommate, Wanda had been right. No matter how much Marilee protested to JC, he would never change. He needed to be taught a drastic lesson. Marilee telephoned Wanda at the private medical clinic where she worked and told Wanda to finalize the arrangements, and to have an ambulance arrive as soon as possible. As Marilee finished her call, the blonde left JC's office, trying to straighten her clothes as she walked awkwardly, her ass sore from its beating. Tears streamed down her pretty face, ruining her mascara. Marilee reached into her purse and withdrew a hypodermic needle which she hid behind her back as she entered JC's office. She put on her dumbest secretary expression as she acted surprised to see JC resting on the couch, his pants still down and his limp cock still oozing cum onto his belly. "May I?" she asked coyly as she knelt in front of him and lifted his shriveled rod to her lips. Slowly she licked his cock to life, twirling her tongue around the glans and swallowing the pooled jism. She lowered her mouth down the length of his shaft, savoring the mingled flavors of the JC's meat and the blonde's pussy juices and the flecks of scuzz from the youngster's ass. Marilee hated what she was doing because she hated the man she was doing it to, or at least she thought she hated him. She also loved him. He had fucked her many times and she had loved it every time. But he always lied to her. At the same time that she hated him, she relished the sensation of JC's dick hardening in her mouth. But it was a task she had to perform; Wanda had told her to be sure that JC's dick was good and hard before... It was hard, it was rampant as Marilee brought her hidden hand from behind her back and plunged the length of the needle deep into JC's cock and pressed the plunger to inject the drug. JC fainted. Chapter 2 - (S)he awakens ------------------------- For a long, long, LONG time JC floated below the level of consciousness, at times in pain and at times too far gone to recognize the concept of pain. And then one day, JC awoke fully for the first time in nine months. He lay quietly, his eyes closed, gathering his thoughts, trying to recall his last conscious memory, knowing that a great deal of time had passed, but not why, or how, or... He felt weak. He tried to sit up, but felt off balance, his muscles refusing to respond as they should. He fell back to the bed. Where was he? A hospital room he decided. He raised a hand to his face and stroked his chin. Somebody had shaved him - and very well - no trace of stubble. Then he saw his hand and arm - what the fuck?!? All trace of his working out with weights was gone - no muscles. Now his arms and hands were thin and frail - and where was his thick matte of arm hair? His fingernails were long, pointed - shit! Who'd been giving him a goddamn manicure - he wasn't a sissy! He dropped his arm across his chest - to an even bigger surprise - extra flesh! His hands explored - Christ, what was going on here. He... he had fucking breasts! Two mammoth mounds of tit flesh were stuck to his chest. His hands quickly stole down to his groin - his cock and balls were still there! He pushed himself to a sitting position, and almost overbalanced, the large tit-mounds swaying from his chest almost overbalancing him. He stood in his hospital gown and walked over to the full length mirror on the washroom door. He didn't recognize the woman he saw there. She was young, and shapely - you could see that even through the gown, but her face and long black hair were a mess. In his groggy condition it took a few moments for JC to realize that he was indeed staring at himself in the mirror. This... this wasn't real! It couldn't be happening. He rushed back to the bed, stumbling because his muscles were weak and pushed the call button. A nurse rushed in. He recognized her - it was his secretary's roommate, Wanda. Hadn't he dated her once? - Yeah, now he remembered - she was the one that he and Charlie had banged at the same time! JC started screaming at her, but Wanda didn't take any nonsense. "Back into the bed, honey," she said to JC. She pushed JC who was too weak to resist. JC remembered little else as Wanda plunged home another needle, sending JC once again to la-la land. "Don't worry, bastard! We're taking good care of you." was the last thing that JC heard. Chapter 3 - Explanations ------------------------ "Is she coming around yet?" "I think so. Here, hold this for me. I just have to apply a last little bit of blush..." JC awoke slowly to the sensation of a cool pad stroking across his upper cheek. His eyes fluttered open as he realized that he was sitting upright, strapped into a chair. He looked around. Marilee, his bitchy secretary, stood to one side. Her roommate, Wanda was standing on the other side, just placing some makeup back on the counter in front of JC. Standing just barely in view to one side was another woman whom JC didn't know - big and burly, dressed as a hospital guard. JC struggled against his bonds, especially when he looked at himself in the mirror. He remembered his brief previous awakening and roared with rage. Staring back at him - he couldn't FUCKING believe it was he, himself except that she thrashed about exactly as he did - was a gorgeous young woman. She had long lustrous black hair, gathered into a pony tail at the side of the head instead of the back, so that it swept around in a curve over the shoulder and onto her large chest. She had large green eyes, a saucy nose and large pouting lips, all expertly made up with lipstick, blush, eye shadow and liner and mascara. Large hoop earrings dangled from her ears. The reflection was dressed in a glittering green tube top that barely contained the enormous breasts that bounced around as JC struggled. That was all that JC could see in the mirror. He looked down at himself, having to lean forward slightly to look past his (HIS????) large heaving breasts. He wore a very short black leather skirt which barely covered the tops of his black stockings. On his (HIS????) feet he wore black pumps with four inch heels, which left the tips of some toes exposed - he could see his toenails were painted a bright red, matching the fingernails on his small hands. "What the fuck have you done to me?" It was Wanda who replied. "We felt you needed to be taught a lesson, to learn how the other half lives, so to speak!" "I don't understand..." "You've toyed with and used every young girl that walked through your office door in the year that I worked for you," said Marilee. "Now it's time for you to get a taste of your own medicine. A... a bunch of us had you brought here and over the last nine months..." "Nine months! You knocked me out for nine months?" "Yes, all your friends think you died of a heart attack! For nine months you've been injected with hormones and had many plastic surgery operations." As she told JC this Marilee untied him. JC stood up unsteadily, not used to his new musculature, his new distribution of weight, nor to the four inch high heels. JC staggered about the room, looking around wildly. "You can't fucking do this - I'll have you arrested!" "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Not a chance!" said Wanda. "We told you - you're dead!" "What... why?" "Tomorrow you have your final operation to turn you into a complete woman." "You mean you haven't yet..." JC quickly reached under the leather skirt. He wore no panties or underwear and was able to easily confirm that his cock was still there. "No, but tomorrow, we hack it off!" "But, you could still change me back now." "Yes, but we have no intention of doing so." "Why, why am I dressed like this?" "We're not all bad," said Wanda with a grin. "We thought we'd take you out for dinner and drinks before your big day. And considering the size of your breasts, we could hardly dress you up in a suit now, could we? So we thought we'd show you how the new you can look, if you take the time to keep yourself pretty. You should have all the guys chasing after you. HA!" "This is all so fucking crazy!" said JC. "Here, take this" Marilee handed JC a tiny purse with a long strap. JC hung the strap over his bare shoulder. "There's two hundred dollars in there, just in case you need it." Marilee and Wanda left, saying that they were going to change clothes for their night on the town. JC walked about the room, trying to get used to the idea of what the two bitches had done to him, and trying to get used to his new body. It was damn awkward trying to walk in four inch heels, especially with this new centre of gravity caused by his (her? - what the fuck was he/she now, anyways???) large breasts. And the breasts were a fucking pain too; every time he shifted position, his damn nipples rubbed against the material of the tube top, irritating the hell out of them. Why the hell hadn't they at least put a bra and some more modest clothing on him. Why had they chosen these clothes for a night on the town? As JC looked in the large mirror, he realized that he looked like some high class hooker! Hell, they had done a good job on him though! If he'd come across the babe in the mirror a few days ago - no, make that ten months ago, he'd sure have put a couple hundred bucks down her panties for a couple hours of fucking and sucking with her! Hell, he could have made her a star! What the fuck was he thinking! He had to get OUT of here before Wanda and Marilee came back! JC peeked out the door, but the burly woman guard was standing there. Then JC had an idea. He went to the phone and called the switchboard and asked them to phone him back. When the phone rang, he answered it, then went to the door and told the guard she was wanted on the phone. When the guard went to the phone, JC snuck out the door and ran like hell, quickly falling. It was the shoes - he couldn't run in heels! JC quickly removed the heels and, carrying them, ran down the hallway. As JC approached the Ambulance entrance to the hospital, he (she?) saw Marilee and JC coming towards him. They shouted and gave chase. JC ran into a side hallway and followed the signs to the front entrance to the hospital. JC ran out the door and jumped into the only waiting cab. "Where to doll?" said the cabbie. "Just drive! I'll... I'll tell you where to take me as soon as I make up my mind!" JC smiled to himself as the cab drove off, leaving Marilee and Wanda in its dust. Marilee and Wanda grinned at each other. "It worked," said Marilee. Chapter 4 - Escape to the cabbie from hell ------------------------------------------ "So where to, girlie? You want me to take you to the Strip, or you working one of the hotels tonight? "What? What did you say," asked JC. "I said, where are you working tonight? You working a corner on the Strip, or you got a date at one of the hotels? You are hooking, ain't ya?" "I-I don't know what..." "Fine, have it your way. Where to? JC told the cabbie to take him home - or at least where home was nine months earlier. "Hey, that's a pretty ritzy part of town! But it's also a thirty buck fare. Your trick must be loaded! You got that kind of money on you? If so, ya better show it to me - I ain't going that far on a freebie!" JC opened the small purse, only to find that Marilee had lied! The purse contained only a makeup compact, a lipstick, a stick of gum, a driver's license (with her (his?) picture and the name "Jesse Wyatt") and five dollars! "I... I don't have the money." "Damn, I hate it when you broads do this to me." The cab pulled off to the side and screeched to a halt. The cabbie reached into the glove box and brought out a switchblade, which he switched open as he got out of the cab and into the back seat beside JC. "You bitches have had enough free rides out of me! It's time for me to get mine back." As he waved the knife menacingly at JC, JC cowered against the other door. "What... what are you going to do?" "You're going to get my rocks off for me, honey!" "You can't... I mean I'm not what you think..." And then JC shut up, realizing what kind of fit the cabbie might go into if he found out about JC's cock and balls! The cabbie pressed the tip of the blade against JC's throat as his other hand pulled down the top of JC's tube top, causing JC's large breasts to pop out from under cover. JC shuddered as the cabbie's dirty hands slowly mauled his tits and tweaked his nipples. "God, you've got fabulous melons, babe!" The cabbie lowered his head and wrapped his lips around JC's left nipple. A surge of pleasure ripped through JC and he moaned. "Yah, you like that, don't you bitch!" JC pushed against the cabbie, trying to stop him from fondling her (him?), but his new weak body failed him (her?). This time the cabbie pressed the knife against the edge of one of JC's hardened nipples with enough pressure to draw a drop of blood. "You just sit back and enjoy yourself, or I'll slice one of these off!" JC calmed down. Fine, just let the cabbie suck on his tits, and be done with it. Then maybe... oh, that felt so good. JC's nipples had always been sensitive, but never like this. Finally the cabbie sat back. JC's distended nipples glistened with the cabbie's saliva. JC panicked again as the cabbie undid his pants and slid them down to his ankles, then reached inside his shorts to bring out his semi-hard dick. "Now you're going to suck me, bitch!" JC cowered back, as far away as he could, but the cabbie reached over, grasped the back of JC's head with one hand and pulled mightily, slamming JC's head into his lap. The cabbie's cock rested against JC's cheek. The cabbie held his dick in one hand and grasped JC's hair in the other. He rubbed his dick across JC's face and pushed it against JC's mouth. "Open wide, you cunt. You're going to enjoy this, if I have to cut off BOTH of your fucking breasts!" "Oh god oh god oh god oh god" thought JC. The knife. JC whimpered, but opening his mouth only that tiny bit was enough. The cabbie's cock was now rock hard and he jammed it between JC's lips, the glans slipping between the teeth and against JC's tongue. "Suck it bitch! Suck me good and maybe I'll even give you a fucking tip!" The cabbie grabbed hold of JC's head and lifted and lowered it. JC had no control as the cock fucked in and out of his mouth, never far enough out that he could spit it out. "Use your tongue on it. I said USE YOUR TONGUE, you cunt!" The cabbie pulled JC's hair! JC almost blacked out from the pain. The cabbie slapped his face! Whimpering again, JC washed his tongue around the cabbie's dick as it slid in an out of his mouth. "Suck on it" he ordered him, and JC sucked on his dick, closing his lips around the hard shaft, twirling his tongue along its length, feeling its warmth, tasting its meaty flavor. Suddenly JC got into this cock sucking thing. If he was going to do this, he might as well do it right. He remembered how he had liked his own dick sucked. He grasped the cabbie's dick in one hand and slowly pumped the shaft as he twisted the rod in his hand, grinding his teeth along the base of the glans. The cabbie groaned, relaxing his hold on his head. JC raised and lowered his head on the cabbie's meaty shaft as he continued to fist him with one hand and play with his balls with the other. He could feel the boiling cum gathering in the cabbie's nuts as the cock grew even more rigid. Suddenly, the cabbie pushed JC off of his cock, pushed him onto his back on the seat and tried to lift JC's skirt. JC held the skirt down firmly. "Time for a little fucking, dearie. Now you ain't shy are you! Ha!" JC knew just what the cabbie would do with his knife if he found JC's cock and balls. JC had to get out of here, the sooner the better, but how? "No, you can't, it's... it's my period. I'm on the rag!" "Well, what the fuck, I'm going to fuck something!" JC thought furiously, how could he get out of this jam without getting his skirt raised? "Fuck... hmmmm... fuck my tits!" "Hey, now you're cooking, bitch!" The cabbie straddled JC's chest and laid his rampant cock between JC's humungous tit mounds. "God you've got fucking great tits, whore!" The cabbie squeezed JC's tits together, forming a channel of hot flesh between which he began fucking his hard dick. JC closed his eyes, ashamed, waiting for the ordeal to end! But then, the cabbie grasped his hands and forced JC to mash his own tits together. The cabbie in turn started fondling JC's fat nipples, tweaking them, pulling them, pinching them, teasing them. JC groaned. His tits felt fabulous. "Oh god, don't stop!" cried JC his tongue wetting his lips. "Pinch them, twist them! Oh, yeah, babe, that feels great!" As JC panted, the cabbie ran a finger around his hot painted lips. "You've got one dynamite pout there, darling. It's a real shame to let those lips go to waste!" The cabbie placed a cushion under JC's head so that it was tilted upwards. Now each time he fucked his cock through JC's tit mounds, his dick head brushed against his shemale lips. "Kiss it" he told the brunette shemale, and each time he fucked forward, JC kissed the tip of his dick, or ran his tongue around his glans. Finally, the cabbie was near to cumming. He started losing control, frantically ramming his cock between JC's tits. Suddenly he lifted himself, slid forward and shoved the length of his dick deep into JC's mouth. JC gasped for breath, caught it and then sputtered as the cabbie's dick exploded in his mouth, thick wads of man jism shooting out of the eye. JC choked, then swallowed, and swallowed some more and swallowed some more. He gasped for breath and was rewarded as the cabbie drew his cock out of his mouth, but only so that he could spray the last couple of jets of jism across his face. Meanwhile, JC realized that he had unconsciously been doing two things. First, he had grasped hold of his own nipples and had been strumming them with his long fingernails, teasing himself, increasing his own sexual excitement. Second, and this was truly frightening, all this hot sex action had gotten his own cock ramrod hard and he had been thrusting his own hips about, rubbing his own dick head against the inside of his leather skirt, trying to reach his own climax. Reluctant Shemale Fuck, what if the cabbie noticed. He had to keep him distracted while his own cock wilted! "Ummmmm, that was nice," JC lied (or was it?). He grasped the cabbie's cock in his hand and squeezed it, milking the last few drops of jism out of the eye so that they dropped onto his tongue and he quickly sucked them in. "Christ, that was hot babe!" said the cabbie as his fingers gathered his cum off of JC's face. He slipped the fingers into JC's mouth, telling him to lick them clean. He did. The cabbie reached into his pants and took out a twenty dollar bill and used it to wipe up some drops of cum off of JC's heaving breasts. "Here, here's your tip." He then stuffed the bill into the front of JC's skirt and climbed back into the front of the cab. JC straightened herself (himself, he remembered with a start! he was a fucking guy!) out, straightening out her (HIS!) top and tucking her/his large breasts back in. He looked to see where they were going. "Hey, this isn't the way to my place!" "Damn right it ain't. You still ain't got the thirty bucks for the fare. I'm going to drop you off on the Strip. Once you've earned enough dough, give me a shout, and MAYBE I'll take you home! But then, maybe I'll want a taste of your juicy puss - rag or no rag!" "Bastard! I went through all that for nothing!" JC reached forward and raked the cabbie's face with his nails, taking away skin and blood! "You fucking bitch! Well, I know what to do with you!" Two blocks later, the cabbie pulled up in an alley beside a police car! JC panicked, and tried to run, but was quickly caught by one of the officers, a woman, from the car. The cabbie made up some story, showing the cops his face and the twenty bucks that was still stuck in JC's skirt. He tossed JC's pumps out of the car and then drove away, leaving JC to face the cops. Chapter 5 - Female perverted bitch cop from hell ------------------------------------------------ "You're going to take that fucking cabbie's word over mine?" shouted JC! "Do you know who I am? I could have you thrown off the fucking force!" "Shut your mouth, girlie!" said the brutish male cop as he pushed JC back against the wall of a building. The alley was poorly lit, many areas in deep shadow, others brightly lit by lights over back doorways. Garbage littered the pavement, including broken cardboard boxes. The cop grinned as he ogled JC's panting body. He hadn't recovered his breath from the run and his chest was still heaving as he tried to regain his breath! JC reached up and brushed his long black hair away from his face. "So you're gonna tell us you're some big star and we're gonna recognize ya and let ya go, are we?" laughed the female cop, her white smile gleaming between her thick bright red lips. Leaning against the wall beside JC she nudged JC in the ribs with her night stick. "So who are ya? Cher? Nah, wait a minute - with those hooters ya gotta be Dolly Parton! So tell me Dolly, what ya doing sucking off cabbies on the Strip? Shouldn't ya be makin' a movie or somethin'?" "This isn't me! I mean I don't really look like this! My name is JC Wyatt and I'm a Hollywood talent agent..." "You ain't no JC Wyatt, bitch! I did crowd control at the Oscar's last year! JC Wyatt's a guy, not a dame!" "But that's what I'm telling you - I AM a man! My secretary and her roommate kidnapped me and put me in the hospital and somehow turned me into... THIS! You've gotta fucking believe me! This is a fucking nightma..." The male cop grabbed JC and spun him around, pushing him against the wall so that he "assumed the position" - hands spread high against the wall, legs spread wide on the dirty pavement. "Watch your mouth, girlie! That's got to be the biggest bullshit story I've heard yet! Now spread'em while I search you for weapons - not that you could hide much in that outfit!" The cop patted JC around the waist and then moved his hands up to JC's large breasts. His hands groped his boobs, lifting them and pulling them apart; his fingers ground through the material where his tightening nipples pushed against the material. JC couldn't control himself as she pushed his tits forward against his rough hands and moaned softly. "Yeah, all you whores like that, don't you!" JC came back to reality. "Paws off, pig!" he stammered. In response, the cop twisted his tits savagely and then released them. "Owwww!" cried JC. The cop moved downwards, patting down his thighs and calves, then back up the back of his sheer-stockinged legs to his tight leather skirt. He patted him on the ass and then reached around front where he was startled to feel a bulge in JC's groin area. He squeezed to discover the shape of the hidden object and then jumped back when it turned out to be soft and resilient! "Shit, damn, fuck!" cried the cop. "Monica, I think this bitch may be telling the truth. I think she's got a goddamned cock under there!" Monica, the female cop, knelt behind JC and ran her black hands between JC's legs and grasped hold of JC's cock. "Jesus Christ, so she does!" Monica slowly fisted JC's cock which quickly rose to erection. "And a fucking big one too!" "I told you," said JC. "I'm JC Wyatt and you two are in deep shit!" "Hold on a second, Frank! Take a look at this" Monica had noticed a tiny gold ankle bracelet which JC wore under his stockings, and which JC himself had not noticed before. "Shine your flashlight down here for a second - there's some engraving on part of this." "JC Wyatt, my ass!" exclaimed Monica. "Frankie, she's one of Long Johnny's girls! Look at this, the bracelet says `If found, return this whore to Long Johnny for $100 reward'. Jeez, that Johnny - he's such a kidder!" Monica grasped JC's arm and spun him around. JC's back rested against the wall as he panted, still somewhat overcome by Frank's mauling of his hyper-sensitive breasts. His tube top was in disarray so that one rigid nipple poked out. "So what are we gonna do with you, bitch?" sneered Monica, poking JC's exposed nipple with her long black night stick. "What say we take you down to the station house and throw you in a holding cell with the other riff-raff we pick up tonight. Once they get a look at you, sweet cheeks, there won't be much left of your ass by morning!" "Just stuff her in the car, Monica," said her partner. "Shut it Frank!" Monica spit back at him. "So whataya think, honey?" she said to JC. New and unfamiliar hormones surged through JC and tears began to seep down his cheeks. "No, please, just take me home. I don't want any trouble." The black female cop reached out one hand and lightly tweaked JC's nipple. JC shuddered. "Don't worry, babe. I won't let anyone hurt you." Her hand moved up to JC's chin and held it firm as she looked in JC's eyes. "You just do what I tell you, understand?" JC nodded. "Whatcha got in mind, partner," said Frank. "Drag that flattened carton over here, Frank. I think the girlie's going to put on a show for us." At Monica's directions, JC hesitantly removed the leather skirt and pushed the tube top down around his waist. He also put his four inch pumps back on before kneeling on the filthy cardboard. "Now ain't she a delicious sight, huh Frank?" JC knelt placidly on the cardboard, wearing only in his pumps, his black sheer stockings and the garter belt which held them in place. His (HIS?) heavy tits sat high on his chest, his semi- erect cock waved in front of him. His long black ponytail lay across his shoulder. "Play with your tits, slut! I want you to turn me on like you turn on all your johns!" "But...." Monica rapped JC hard in the ribs with her nightstick. "I said play with your fucking tits!" Fear flashed through JC's eyes as he brought his fingers up to his nipples, and slowly twirled his fingers around them. He lifted his huge breasts, squeezed them, massaged them. He thought about all the times women had played with their tits before he had fucked them. His nipples were electric, like two long plugs filled with electricity. Squeezing them, they grew longer, and even more sensitive. JC moaned lustily. His tongue played across his lips, wetting both the lips and his fingers, seductively. His saliva slickened his nipples as pinched himself harder. He lifted his large boobs, as if offering them to Monica, who stood watching, her own hands rubbing her pussy through her police slacks. And as JC mauled his own tits, the new female hormones coursing through his body took over and he began to stop thinking of himself as a HE, and instead as a SHE, even though HER cock grew rigid, firmly erect. It ached, cum boiling in her balls, her rod waving about with a mind of its own, yearning for release. JC closed her eyes as the heavenly sensations coursed through her body. She opened them to find that while Frank was still watching in stunned disbelief, Monica had discarded her outer clothing. Her own large black breasts swung freely, and her own sopping black pussy, heavily covered in wiry black hair was exposed to the attention of her own fingers. Chapter 6 - The action gets hot and heavy ----------------------------------------- As Monica strummed her own clitty, she raised her nightstick to JC's lips and pushed it forward into the shemale's mouth. "Suck it," commanded Monica, "suck my truncheon. Suck my hard police cock, you bitch." Still pulling at her tits, JC let the thick nightstick slide in and out of her mouth, remembering all the times she (he?) had had her own dick sucked and shivering at the perverse sensation of the hard black stick fucking her mouth. JC lost herself in pleasure as she flicked her tongue around the head of the solid truncheon. As Monica slid the thick rod back and forth in the shemale whore's mouth, she squeezed her own tight nipples with the other. "Ohhh, god! This is fantastic Frank! Get those damn clothes off. We're goin' to get ourselves a good taste of this shit gal's ass!" Slowly, mesmerized by the hot scene in front of him, Frank slowly disrobed, unsure as to how he was going to take part in the coming action. Monica fell to her knees in front of JC and crushed her mouth to the brightly painted lips of the hot she-man. JC moaned deeply into Monica's black lips as the negress' tongue twirled deep into her panting mouth. Monica's left hand savagely twisted JC's left nipple, but JC's cry of pain turned to pleasure as Monica's other hand fisted the shemale's raging hard-on. Wearing nothing but his regulation socks and, for some reason still, his police hat, Frank stood watching in stunned awe as Monica fisted this strange he-bitch's stiff ramrod while the beautiful shemale arched her back backwards in a great bow, her large tits flopping in time to her own fucking of her great dick through Monica's pumping fist. "Oh, yeah, pump it babe! Make me cum! Oh, god yes!! I've gotta cum" JC panted in great gasps, her slender tongue lolling from her mouth like a bitch dog in heat. "Oh yeah! Do me. Do me good!" Her fingers tweaked her fat nipples. But just before her balls started squirting her cum through her cock shaft, Monica squeezed her scrotal sac tightly, clamping off the orgasm. "No, oh god no! Let me cum! Oh, jeez, I gotta cum!!!" "Not yet, whore. You gotta take care of us first!" said Monica. "God you are a hot little number, ain't ya!" "So whattaya think Frank? You want to do a little number with this gal? Huh?" Get that dick over here, Frankie!" Frank stood facing the two women who were both still on their knees, their mouths only inches apart. Monica reached out and grabbed her partner's dick and pulled him closer. She slowly rubbed the tip of Frank's thick dick across JC's lips. JC pulled back, timid, uncertain and afraid of what was to happen next. Monica slowly fisted JC's dick. JC's hips automatically pumped forward. Monica opened her mouth and engulfed the head of Frank's dick. She sucked on it, using her thick tongue expertly and in no time it was hard. She drew her head back and looked up into her partner's eyes. "I bet you've been sitting beside me for months just racking your brains for a way to get my hot mouth around this cock of yours, haven't you Frankie?" "You read me like a book, babe!" Monica fisted the thick dick a couple more times and then pointed the tip at JC. "Your turn dearie." Both Frank and JC recoiled at the same time. "I don't know about this, Monica," said Frank. "Shut up Frank. You're gonna love this, I guarantee it!" "Well, if you say so...." and with this Frank took a hold of the back of JC's head and pressed his dick to her ruby red lips. JC twisted her head away, a trail of precum painting her cheek. On Frank's next thrust, Monica caressed both of JC's nipples at the same time. JC moaned and Frank's dick head slid smoothly past her lips into her hot mouth. Fooled again by the same trick, she thought! Monica resumed her tantalization of JC's cock and tits, driving her to an even keener sexual frenzy as Frank's cock slid in and out of JC's mouth. JC swirled her tongue around the thick beef stick realizing that she enjoyed the flavor of the cock shaft mingled with syrupy precum. JC steadied the dick with one hand as she pulled the dick all the way out, flicking her tongue around the edges of the glans and then across the tip of the angry cock, slurping up the continual ooze of precum from the wide eye of the cock. JC was now lost in her cocksucking. Gone were all thoughts of fending off this attack. In her sexual heat, she forgot that this was until only hours earlier an act she would never have contemplated committing. She had only one goal. To make that cock spurt its hot jism! As JC sucked the hot dick, Monica lapped up the sweat on her partner's hairy balls. She drew first one and then the other into her mouth, sucking them, teasing them. Then she kissed her way up the length of his dick until she found JC's hot mouth avid sucking on the cop's dick head. Monica crushed her mouth to JC's, the two wanton women kissing passionately, their tongues twirling into each other's mouths, fighting each other across the bulging head of Frank's cock. First Monica plunged her head deep down on Frank's dick, and then JC. They alternated, each time going just a bit deeper, a bit further down on the dick, until finally the entire length disappeared down Monica's throat. JC gasped in shock as Monica's nose nuzzled into the thick thatch of hair at the base of the cop's cock! "Jeez, that's fantastic." thought JC. But the sight didn't last long. As Monica tried to keep her lips locked around the root of her white partner's tool, Frank grasped her head and pulled back. As his cock cleared her large lips, a string of precum hung in the air, from the eye of the cop's dick to Monica's glistening lips. JC darted in and swirled her tongue around the dick head and then ate her way along the delicate string until her lips touched Monica's, ending in a raunchy kiss. "Get on your back, Monica," said Frank. "God, I just gotta fuck you," his fist held his 8" dick, slowly fisting it. "I gotta get my rocks off and that black pussy of yours will feel so fucking tight - I just know it." "Not me sugar. No way. You're gonna fuck this piece of white trash. You want tight, she'll give it to you!" "What the hell? She ain't got no fucking pussy!" "You're a smart boy, Frankie. You'll figure it out! Now watch us girls party!" Chapter 7 - An ass is as good as a pussy ---------------------------------------- Monica lay on her back and commanded JC to kneel between her spread legs. Then Monica yanked JC's head down, grinding the he-bitches face against her slimy cunt. "Eat me," she demanded of the white girl. Now this was something that JC enjoyed: muff diving! She sharp odor of Monica's soppy cunt drove JC wild. The dim light from the bare bulbs over the doorways in this alley glistened off of Monica's glistening pussy lips as JC licked her tongue up and down the edges of Monica's outer cunt lips. JC worked two fingers in and out of Monica's cunnie as her lips wrapped around the black cop's inch long clit and sucked. "Eeeeeaayah!" cried Monica. JC was getting extremely turned on as he lapped up gobs of Monica's juicy, sweet fuck cream and swallowed it down in gulps. As she pumped the fingers of one hand into Monica's fiery love pit, the other hand worked away at her own distended nipples, turning her on even more. Then, JC lowered her body even more so that her breasts rested on the filthy cardboard and she could grind her nipples into the dirt and grime and raspy material of the cardboard. Chills ran up and down her spine and she arched her back in ecstasy, throwing her ass high in the air. Still fisting his cock, Frank moved up behind JC, looking at her deliciously rounded ass globes sticking up so high. He tried not to look at the long stiff prick and heavy ball sac that hung from the sexy shemale's groin, but he had to admit that this weird chick really turned him on. And she had such a delectable brown puckered asshole, glistening. "Hey, Monica. This gal came ready for action. Her asshole's all slicked up with vaseline or somethin'," laughed Frank. As he fell to his knees behind JC he also noticed: "Ha! That Long Johnny. He's even more than a kidder! This gal's got a tattoo right by her ass crack. It says 'Deposit $50 and insert cock here'!" "Well do it ya fat jerk! Fuck this white trash's nether- pussy! Give her what she wants! Fuck her! Ohhhhh!" The last groan from Monica was caused by JC rasping her teeth across the black bitch's clit. "Yeah babe! Bite my clitty. Oh god, I love rough girls! Suck me babe. Make mamma cum!" Frank meanwhile had positioned the tip of his cock against JC's lubricated butt hole and now pushed forward. Instantly his dick slid a full inch into the white whore's asshole, but then it stopped as JC squeezed her anal muscles tight. What was happening here! The sodomizing penetration had brought her (him!) back to reality very quickly. JC was a guy, a MAN, yet here he was dressed as some floozy hooker, his (her?) lipsticked mouth glued to the sopping pussy, his (her?) new tits grinding lewdly into the cardboard and a thick cock starting to penetrate his (her!) virgin ass. JC swung a fist back at Frank, and Frank's cock pulled out of JC's ass with an audible, sucking, pop! But Frank caught a hold of her arm and bent it sharply upward. JC howled in pain, her wet face lifted high from Monica's cunnie. Monica quickly clamped a hand across the sexy shemale's mouth and looked her straight in the eyes. "You do everything and anything we want you to do - you understand. If you don't, we'll throw you in with all the sex perverts and rapists at the station house - and we got plenty of them - and let them have their fun with you! You understand me bitch!" As emphasis, Frank twisted her arm even higher, almost dislocating it from the socket. JC's eyes grew large with fear. Tears flowed down her cheek. Damn Marilee and Wanda. Their work over of JC had been complete during the nine months they had kept him (her?) unconscious. Not only had they reshaped her body with operations and hormones, but those same hormones had wrecked havoc with JC's emotions and sex drive. She was powerless to prevent these two street cops from doing what they wanted to her! JC continued to sob as Monica thrust JC's face back into Monica's pussy. To add insult, Monica raised her ass slightly so that her cunnie was better angled and forcefully rubbed JC's entire face around and around on her sopping cunt lips, thoroughly wetting the shemale's entire face. Frank once more thrust his cock forward, lancing his glans smoothly between JC's ass cheeks and again sank his dick in only an inch. "Loosen up those muscles bitch! Let daddy give you a ride you ain't gonna forget in a long, long time!," said Frank. Reluctant Shemale Monica grabbed hold of JC's ponytail and yanked hard. "Do it bitch!" JC screamed in pain and cried harder. But she did as she was told and relaxed her anal muscles as best she could. Frank thrust forward and his entire eight inch cock slid easily forward embedding itself deep in JC's bung hole. JC cried out in pain, she had never felt so filled before. Frank slowly began sliding his cock in and out of her ass, at first just a few inch out and then back, never letting JC feel empty, but after a couple of minutes he began drawing back so that only the glans remained buried in the delicate brown pucker and then ramming his entire mighty rod back in, deep into the he-slut's bowels! JC endured the pain. She had never realized just how much it must have hurt all those women who's asses she herself had fucked. As she slowly stopped crying and resumed her finger and tongue fucking of Monica's quim, she wondered why so many of those same women had come back, voluntarily, asking for another hard ass-fucking. JC grunted as one of Frank's harder thrusts drove the thick truncheon even deeper than before. Meanwhile, Monica had reached her sexual peak, orgasm after orgasm shuddering through her body. Her pussy exploded with thick love cream, her female spunk gushing out and sliding across JC's caressing tongue. JC swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the black cop's female jism, savoring the delicious fishy flavor and creamy texture of the spunk. JC lost herself in the pleasure of licking Monica's cunt lips clean, and as she came down from that sexual high, she realized that another perverse pleasure was wracking her body. At some point, the pain of her ass-fucking had begun to turn to pleasure. At some point in her cunt-lapping frenzy, her body had taken over and each time Frank pounded his cock forward, JC's body had responded, thrusting backward, helping the thick cock to bury itself ever deeper in her burning asshole. Chapter 8 - JC enjoys her shemale lust -------------------------------------- And JC was shocked to find that her own cock had maintained a raging erection through all that had happened. Her own nine inch dick throbbed and pulsed each time Frank's cock pounded into her. She could feel the scum boiling in her balls, her jism ready to explode. Oh god, she had to get her rocks off. She reached back with one hand to grasp her rod and yank it, pull it, beat her own meat, but Monica grabbed her hand. "Let it come by itself" was all she said, and JC knew she was right. It would be much better, much more powerful, if it happened by itself. JC was now totally lost in her wanton, perverse lust. "Fuck me, Frank. Drive it home. Split me open with that dick." Frank could feel his own jism burning in his balls. He was close to cumming. He drilled JC faster, harder. JC cried out in joy, "Oh, yeah. I love it. Drive my ass. Ram it in deeper. Fuck me hard. Harder!" JC threw herself upright, her back now pressed tight against Frank's hairy chest as he continued to fuck deep into her now raw and tender asshole. Frank's hands grasped hold of JC's melons and he squeezed her engorged nipples. JC turned her head and without anymore thought about what kind of creature he was fucking, Frank locked his lips to hers, and sucked the shemale's tongue deep into his own mouth. JC gasped from the mauling of her tits, from the deep fucking of her ass. Her cock waved lewdly in the air, twitching, spasming, dying to shoot its load. Each time Frank's cock speared deep into JC's anal pussy, his heavy balls slapped forcefully into JC's own scuzz loaded balls. It's hard to say who came first. Frank released JC's panting mouth and let out a horrendous scream as his balls exploded. Huge gobs of jism jetted from his cockhead, buried deep in JC's bowels. His dick was forced back almost all the way out of her ass channel by the force of the explosion, but he quickly thrust forward again, squishing his way up her cream coated poop chute. Gobs of cum oozed back around his shaft and dropped from the base of his balls onto the filthy cardboard. At the same time, JC's cock exploded splattering her load of jism everywhere. As her fire hose spouted its thick shemale cream, it pointed upwards, splashing against the undersides of JC's heaving tits, it jetted across the bosom and belly of Monica who was kneeling just inches in front of the shemale, and it splashed across Monica's face. Monica quickly slid her mouth over the sexy vixen's cockhead and slurped up the remaining fuck jism. As Frank slowly and reluctantly withdrew his cock from the shemale's bung hole, Monica kissed JC passionately, thrusting deep into the shemale's mouth a mouthful of her own sweet fuck-cream. JC swallowed it hungrily and then began licking her own jism off of Monica's face and tits and belly. Exhausted from her ordeals with the cabbie and now with the two patrol cops, JC collapsed on her back. But she got no rest. Frank knelt straddling her head and placed his cock to her lips. "Clean it off, bitch. Polish it with your tongue and suck it dry!" he commanded her. JC's eyes widened as she saw the dirt and filth on the cop's dick: traces of cum, drying blood from her own ass and flakes of dried brown - whatever! JC shuddered and tried to squirm away, but Monica grasped her cock and balls and squeezed hard. Monica screamed, but Frank cut off the cry of anguish by shoving his flaccid dick between her lips. "Yeah, that's it babe! Use your tongue on it. Wash it clean!" JC had no choice. Her tongue swirled around the dick head lodged between her luscious lips. Frank's cock pushed deeper and she washed the length of his thick shaft. Meanwhile, Monica began fisting JC's dick and soon it reached full erection again. Monica squatted over JC's groin and slowly lowered her dripping pussy. She paused to rub the head of JC's nine inch shaft along her pussy lips, teasing herself, but then suddenly dropped her entire weight, sinking the shemale's hot rod all the way up her cunnie. Monica quickly raised and lowered herself, fucking her own pussy with the trapped shemale's rampant dick. JC became even more aroused as Monica rode her cock. And Frank began to fuck JC's face more vigorously. Once again JC's new hormones betrayed her and she became an animal of pure sex, wanting only to have orgasm after orgasm. As Frank fucked his long prong in and out of her mouth, JC found that she now relished the flavor of the last bit of scuzz that coated his dick; the jism and blood and flecks of shit adding to her lust craze. JC wanted more, she wanted all of Frank's cock, and on one of his downward thrusts she opened her throat in just the right way and the cop's entire eight inches disappeared down her throat. JC's tongue flicked along the base of Frank's cock now each time it plunged deep into her gullet. JC's hands grasped Frank's cock and pumped it each time he pulled back. "Cum for me Frankie, Fuck my face and cum down my throat. I can't get enough of your stud cock!" It took little more than those words for Frank's cock to explode once again, and indeed, deep down in JC's throat. His scalding jism spurted from his dick head. JC's hands milked the cop's thick shaft as she pulled it back, continuing to spurt his thick, syrupy man-seed onto her tongue. JC swallowed each delicious load and when the eye of Frank's cock stopped spurting she took the glans in her mouth and sucked hard, straining to clean the last few drops out of his cock. All this time, Monica continued to bounce up and down on the he-bitch's dick as she pinched her own nipples and strummed her inch long clitty. JC helped by thrusting her hips upwards as the black slut cop dropped down, driving the shemale's rod ever deeper. As Monica's orgasm neared, she reached for her black nightstick and placed the tip against JC's slippery asshole, which was still stretched wide from Frank's ass-fucking. Monica shoved hard and three inches of the truncheon slipped into JC's butt. Monica wiggled the stick around and thrust again. A total of six inches of her baton disappeared up JC's Hershey chute. JC cried out in pain, but Monica was lost in her orgasm. Her body twisted and turned as throbbing pleasure ripped through her. She jammed the nightstick hard up JC's ass as she crushed her own pelvis down firmly on the shemale's crotch. JC's cries were violent and loud. But Frank quickly cut them off by sitting firmly on JC's face, his asshole directly against her nose and his large fleshy nuts covering her mouth. As JC tried to breathe she inhaled one of Frank's large scumbags. The stimulation was too much for JC and a horrendous orgasm ripped through her as Monica's spasming pussy squeezed the length of her pistoning shaft. Her dick, buried deep inside Monica's snatch, geysered jism mightily, soaking Monica's cunnie walls, and leaking copiously out and down around JC's balls and onto the now thoroughly slickened cardboard. Monica slowly withdrew her nightstick from JC's ravaged bunghole and dismounted from JC's now limp prick. Frank stood up and quickly pulled on his pants as Monica donned her uniform once again. JC sobbed softly as she lay on the dirty cardboard. Monica and Frank grinned at each other and laughed as they pulled JC up and tossed her and her crumpled clothing in the back seat of the squad car. "I... I did what you wanted. Will you take me home now, please?" asked JC quietly. "Sure, hon. We'll take you home right away," said Monica, grinning at Frank. The car sped out of the alley and down the street. JC spent the next few minutes getting into her skirt and pulling her tube top up over her large breasts. When she looked up, she realized that the cops weren't driving towards her home but were instead driving along the strip. "Hey! This isn't the way to my place!" "We're doing what you asked, babe. We're takin' you home. Now shut up back there!" JC fumed as the cop car drove along the Strip. She watched the many cars driving slowly along, the drivers ogling the hookers on the street corners. She remembered all the whores he had picked up along this very section. Why were the cops driving this way? Suddenly the car pulled up to the curb. Two hookers standing nearby started to walk away, but Monica called out to them: "Hey, this is Long Johnny's corner, isn't it? You're his girls, aintcha?" One of the hookers, a short blonde with a pretty face, a pageboy haircut, large breasts and a short skirt walked back to the car and leaned over to peer inside. "Yeah, this is Johnny's corner. What about it?" "We got one of your fellow workers back here! HA! End of the line, JC. You get out here!" "But you promised," said JC. Monica got out of the car and opened the back door. "We promised to take you home. Well, here you are. Long Johnny's corner where you make your living!" "But I told you, I'm not..." "I said, get out! bitch," Monica grabbed JC's arm and pulled her out of the squad car. JC sprawled on the pavement, tears streaming down her face. As the squad car pulled away, Frank called back "Tell Johnny we took out our $100 reward in trade! Ha, ha, ha, ha!" JC sobbed uncontrollably as she lay on the pavement. The redhead stood above her. "Hi," she said. My name's Dallas. What's yours?" JC looked up at such an angle that to look at Dallas' face she had to look up her skirt also. Just before JC fainted, she noticed the large bulge in Dallas' panties... Chapter 9 - The start of a new day ---------------------------------- JC awoke to find the bright morning sun glaring in his eyes. He raised a hand to block the beam of sunlight and gasped in surprise at the sight of his slim feminized wrist. And then the memory of the previous night returned to him. He remembered that he had been drugged by his traitorous secretary and had then awoken shortly thereafter (shortly, to him, but in reality nine months later) to find that he had been transformed into a woman! Or almost transformed! JC sat up groggily. He did so slowly since his balance was totally out of whack with this new body of his - the large firm breasts sprouting from his chest confused his balance, and his slimmer, shapelier arms and legs were weaker and less supporting. He was naked and slid his hand between his legs. Yes! Thankfully, it was still there. Wanda and Marilee had been about to take him to have the final" operation which would change him completely into a woman, but he had escaped them. He still had his penis which meant that whatever they had done to him could be reversed! All he had to do was get out of here - wherever here was. JC looked around and discovered that he was in a large, spacious and tastefully decorated bedroom. His clothes from the previous night were not in sight so he walked around the room, naked. A quick look out the window showed him that the bedroom was on the third floor of a building located just down the street from the corner where the cops had dumped him last night - which was puzzling since no one would expect to find such an expensively appointed room in a part of town frequented only by whores and drug dealers. One door led to a large bathroom. The other door presumably lead to a hallway, but it was locked. No amount of twisting and turning the knob would open it. JC's hand went to his head in exasperation, and there encountered long black hair which fell down past his shoulders. But it also found a hard crusted lump which fell apart when he touched it. He brought his flaked fingers to his nose and sniffed. The dried substance was cum! Then he fully remembered what had happened to him. A glance in the mirror of the dressing table showed a gorgeous naked brunette with large firm breasts and an overall killer body who had splotches of dried cum throughout her hair and also on her (his!) cheeks and breasts. JC shuddered at the memory of what he had been forced to do the previous evening. He had been used and degraded by the cabbie and the cops - all because he looked like a beautiful woman. JC quickly stepped into the shower and turned it on full blast. God that felt good, he thought. But the shower soon turned into a struggle as he tried to shampoo his long hair. He had never had to wash such long thick hair before and his fingers became tangled in the strands. He became frustrated and then began to sob out his frustration about his hair and then about his entire predicament. How had this happened to him. And why was he crying, for god's sake. They must have pumped him full of female hormones to get his body to look like this, and they must be affecting his emotions. Just then he heard a voice calling from the other room. He half shouted, half sobbed out a hello! and a short busty blonde girl stepped into the bathroom. "Hi," she said. "Hi, yourself," sobbed JC. He remembered seeing this girl last night, out on the sidewalk, just before he fainted. "What's the matter, having trouble with your hair?" "Uh-huh." **sniff** "Do you want me to come in there and help you?" "Yeah, okay. That would be nice." The blonde girl easily slipped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower with JC, bringing a hair brush with her. My name's Dallas by the way, Dallas Green. Turn around and kneel down so I can get at your hair. "I'm JC. JC Wyatt," said JC as he did as he was told. Dallas was between him and the shower and so Dallas body blocked most of the spray as she began to brush some of the tangles out of JC's hair. Then Dallas asked JC for the shampoo which he handed back over his head. Soon Dallas had worked up a lather and her strong fingers began to work the soap into JC's scalp and hair. As Dallas' body blocked the spray again, the air chilled JC's body and he found that his nipples suddenly hardened into stiff peaks as goosebumps covered the rest of his breasts. His hands involuntarily went to his breasts and clasped his suddenly aching nipples. The touch of his hands took away the abrupt pain and in fact sent a sexual thrill surging through his body. JC's fingers continued to stroke his own nipples for a few seconds more and he realized that his cock was becoming rigid in response. How strange to have such sensitive tits (tits at all, for that matter!) and a hard dick! "Feels good, doesn't it?" remarked Dallas. "Yeah. Uh-huh," replied JC. I meant the shampoo, silly! But I guess that must feel mighty nice too! laughed Dallas. Now stand up and take a step back so you can rinse out your hair. Dallas helped JC rinse his hair for a few moments and then stepped around in front of JC so that JC could finish himself. As JC languidly stroked her (his!) hands through his long hair, rinsing it but being careful to avoid tangles, he felt Dallas hands hefting his large breasts and then heard Dallas say I hope you don't mind, but I just have to have a taste of these lovely mounds. Dallas tongue flicked across JC's left nipple and then she suddenly sucked JC's entire nipple into her mouth. "By all means, my dear. Go right ahead," moaned JC as he lowered his arms and wrapped them around the shorter girl's shoulders, pulling her more tightly to him. Dallas momentarily lifted her face and JC kissed the blonde hotly. But Dallas then slipped JC's other nipple into her mouth and ground it softly between her teeth. JC moaned lustily and felt his cock get even harder. Dallas paused long enough to say, "Your breasts are lovely. Who did them for you?" "Did them for me? I... I don't understand?" "You mean these are real. No silicone implants? Just 100% you?" "I... I don't know. I don't really know how I got this way." "Well, it doesn't matter, said Dallas taking one last flick with her tongue at JC's stiff nipple. She stood up straight and kissed JC passionately before sliding down to her knees. What matters is that you look like you do. Whoever did you, did a FABulous job! You are just about the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen - with or without a cock! And I just have to have a taste of this too," she said as she kissed the purple tip of JC's long hard dick. "It... it doesn't bother you that I have a cock?" moaned JC as Dallas lips engulfed his prick head and Dallas ran her teeth around the base of JC's glans! "Uh-uh," mumbled Dallas, "Why should it, around here?" But JC didn't hear the reply, or didn't care for the next several minutes as Dallas gave him an expert blow job. A couple of minutes later, Dallas' fist pumped furiously up and down JC's prick as her tongue swirled around the dick head. JC braced himself against the shower walls. Dallas moved her other hand to JC's ass cheeks and squirmed one finger into JC's anus. Dallas suddenly thrust the finger deep into JC's nether hole causing JC's prick to suddenly spurt hot jism into Dallas waiting mouth. Dallas eagerly sucked up the jizz and swallowed it all. "Jeez, that was hot," said Dallas as she stood up and hugged JC. JC kissed the blonde, tasting the last remnants of his own cum on her lips. JC hugged Dallas tightly to him, enjoying the feel of her head cushioned on his tits, Dallas's own sizable tits mashed against his slim belly and his withering dick pressed against her belly. But then he realized that something else didn't feel right. There was something long and hard pressing against the inside of his thigh. JC pulled back and held Dallas at arm s-length, staring at her voluptuous and quite lovely body. He was right he had felt what he thought he had felt. Dallas had a cock too - a long hard rigid dick which she now held in her hand and luxuriously stroked. "Do you want to do me now?" asked Dallas. "Uh... not now. Not right now," JC stammered as he hurriedly stepped out of the shower. "Okay, that's fine. I'll just rinse off and then I'll be right out."