James could feel her-his heart beating in his chest. It was racing there was a corresponding pulsing in his ears. He, who was he kidding, he looked down at his chest or rather her chest. She looked at the two large breasts hanging off that chest. Unless the medallion magically reappeared, there were never going away. She exhaled and made a sound like a wounded animal, as part of her mind surrendered to her new reality. This was permanent realistically she had known that since they had found "his" apartment broken into, but it wasn't until now getting out of Tom's apartment and dealing with other people that she realized she was going to have to figure out a way to live what was now her life.
She looked up and over at the couch. The sun was coming up and it was well lit. She could see her lover's profile. He was still on his back in the position she had left him. He must be really worn out. She started walking towards him again without thinking about it. One foot in front of the other. She was no longer blocking out the sensations of her hips swinging as she walked. Her breasts bounced with every step. She was actually proud of how they looked. They sagged, but only a little, and really given their size they probably had when the real Jill had been fifteen.
She paused at the foot of the bed. She didn't know who she was any more. Every day was a mixture of escapism and alienation from her new body. She didn't know if she would ever get used to it. She wasn't sure she wanted to get used to this, but at the same time she couldn't go on feeling like this could she? She put her hands on her hips and shrugged feeling her breasts shift and all the other contours of her new body react in ways she was still getting used to. there was one thing she could do that would both make her feel better and would help acclimatize her. She looked down at "what's his name's" penis again. She still didn't remember what had happened last night and she felt oddly cheated. one way to fix that she thought.
She climbed into bed and took it into her hand. She used her thumb to slide the foreskin back and forth a few times and then hesitantly planted a kiss on the tip. She could smell his musk as she did so. It was that lingering after taste of dried sweat. Her brain was processing that smell differently than it ever had before. Masculine body odor it was exciting her. That was disturbing, but for now also useful. She took her other hand and cupped her breast with it. She grazed the skin around her nipple and felt it respond. "Here goes nothing," she whispered. She leaned forward and opened her mouth slightly. His cock and firmed, not all the way, but enough to let ease up on her grip.
She felt the head push passed her lips and rub along her tongue. She was descending lower and the smell of his body was intensifying. She was quite at the base, when she felt the tip reach the back of her mouth and start to trigger her gag reflex. She managed to pull back before anything untoward happened. She stopped about half way and started to suck. The goal was to provide as much contact with the shaft and the surface of her mouth, but especially her tongue. This was a first for her, well technically a second. She didn't have any reflexes to fall back on, just the focused patience of a tyro out of her depth.
She heard a bass groan as he woke up. His voice was deep and it reverberated through their skeletons. Her pussy was getting slippery. She felt his hand start to thread its way through her hair and quickly pulled back. She sat up and looked him in the face. He had a dopey expression on his face. His eyes were riveted to her chest. She felt an odd mixture of pride and fear. was that all she was? A pair of tits? She thought, but then smiled. After all he's just a swinging dick speaking of which. She lifted herself up and quickly straddled him. He was smiling and put his hands behind his head. Trying to appear relaxed, but his dick was hard as steel by now. She started to lower herself onto him, but stopped just at the moment of penetration. She looked him in the eye and saw a grimace of frustration pass over his face. She giggled. His hands came down quickly and grabbed her hips holding her in place and he lifted himself up.
She gasped as he pushed inside of her and followed him back down when he lowered himself. She slowed, savoring the feeling of him pushing into her cunt. God that feels good she didn't want to admit it, but it felt way better than any sex as a man she had had. Her pelvis was now in contact with his. She started rocking slowly back and forth, taking care to grind her clit on each stroke. Her eyes closed involuntarily and she moaned.
She felt his hands on grab her breasts. He was too rough and didn't seem to know what he was doing, but it was close enough and she was focused on her cunt. His hands left her breasts and she was felt him grab her hips again. His weight shifted as he sat up and lifted her to spin her around. She felt light and protected wrapped in his arms, but was still frustrated at the break in the rhythm.
He set her down and they started up again in the missionary position. He shifted forward to a higher angle than James had used and started to stroke into her. Her clit wasn't getting as much stimulation from this angle. She reached down with her left hand and started to rub herself. He grabbed her arm and forced it above her head. She looked at him in surprise. There was an intensity about his face. At first she thought it was anger, but it was more like focus. "No playing with yourself. That's my job." He said before forcing her arms together and holding both of her wrists with one of his hands. Between the angle her arms were at and the difference in their sizes, plus the assist from gravity he was getting holding her down. She was quite literally powerless and that thought was like a bolt of electricity straight to her clit. She spasmed as something not quite, but not far from an orgasm started.
He smiled as her eyes rolled back in her head. "Let me help you with that." He said. He reached down with his other hand and placed his thumb on her clit sandwiching it between his hand and his cock as he sped up. "Jill" started screaming. At first they were just primal noises, but they morphed into disjointed words, "yes" made quite a few appears as did "God", and "don't stop." He screams of pleasure were starting to get to him. He loved watching a woman cum, but Jill was something else. He had never been with a woman who responded so powerfully. He grunted and shot his load into her.
James felt nothing, but joy as her lover climaxed. Quickly followed by disappointment as he passed out like a puppet with cut strings almost immediately. She stayed under him as he dozed off. He was heavy, but not so heavy as to impede her breathing. She felt oddly safe here in his arms, but before that thought finished she found herself yawning and blinking as she drifted off to sleep as well.
