"We should to stop the massage," said John starting to get off the couch by pushing his torso up getting to his hands and knees in front of Doug.
"If you insist, Jenny," replied Doug, moving one hand on John's hips to pull him gently back onto Doug's other hand which now pressed firmly on John's relatively new anatomy.
"What are you..doing?" asked John breathily, trying to stall. His brain wanted his body to move, but his body wouldn't listen. If anything, his body leaned back onto the hand.
"Something right apparently. You seem to like that, but I have more for you." Doug's index finger started to enter John.
"oooOOooo..." was all John could get out of his mouth. No. I need to have this stop. I know where this is going. I've been on the other side of this with Robin. thought John who got his body to fall forward. He felt short of breath. As he was panting, Doug's hand again started to trace the contours of John's slit, then slid between the folds to press on John's clit. John's body convulsed in response, with a loud moan escaping his lips. Fuck, I sound like a woman thought John.
Doug kept kept fingering John, causing him to writhe on the couch. One hand was always guiding his hips and the other expertly exploring John's pussy. Orgasm hit, making John scream, "Oh God!" as Doug removed his finger. John's body was enjoying the warmth and relaxation while his brain was rebooting. The hands rubbing his back and buttocks were heavenly.
"Sounds like you enjoyed that. I have more in store for you, sweetheart." said Doug as he rubbed all over John's body. There seemed to be more than 2 hands. John's vagina was getting rubbed as well as his back, buttocks and finally his hips. Doug's hands reached under John, lifting his pelvis up just slightly. John then felt the tip of the penis slam into his cervix while his hole became full of dick. It was more than his male mind or female body could handle. He immediately screamed, in pleasure, "Doug!"
"Jenny, you are so tight. Your pussy is amazing!" said Doug as he was unknowingly pounding his best friend. John was lost in the feelings coursing through him. He no longer cared that he had the wrong genitalia. John kept pushing his wide hips against the dick sliding in and out of him. All of a sudden, the dick wasn't there. John looked back as Doug stood up and scooped up John in his arms. He walked through the apartment, and threw John on his back on the edge of the bed. Before John could recover, Doug grabbed John's thighs and pulled his legs apart, making John show his pussy before Doug entered his friend again. John felt his breast shake in an orgasmic, rhythmic pattern as his body moved up the bed. Doug moved his hand around to John's back, lifting his body to be right next to eachother. One hand slid down John's back to help keep the tempo, while the other move its way behind John's head. Doug pulled John's lips to his own. After Doug passionately kissed the woman in front of him, he nibbled on John's ear before whispering, "Now it's your turn to do the work."
Doug laid back leaving his hands on John's hips, leaving him in the cowgirl position. For the smallest of moments, John male brain sparked We should go before his womanly need overcame the thought and he started to grind on the dick that was deeply in him. Doug's hands were on John's breasts, teasing the nipples as John rode his friend.
"Jenny, here it comes!" shouted Doug before he unloaded into the pussy surrounding his shaft. John felt a warmth spread through his pussy and then behind his bellybutton, but kept going. It was only when the hard rod in him softened and eventually fell out that he stopped. He fell down, slamming his breasts onto the manly chest in front of him, panting.
"Doug...you...are sooo...good at that..."
"I know Sweets, I know. It always feels better bareback," replied Doug yawning and playing with John's hair
John felt content, warm and relaxed as he faded to sleep
