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"Yes," I barely croaked. She smiled and then leaned forward and gave my cock a quick little kiss. Sensation ran all through my body. And she looked so sexy doing it."Okay, then I am the guinea pig. Test on me," she said, and bit her lower lip. I gave up. I needed this worse than I needed to keep control of my dignity. I reached forward and put my hand against Angie's cheek. Her skin was smooth and soft. She closed her eyes and leaned against my hand. I slid my hand back and grabbed the back of her neck, gently. Then I pulled her forward. She smiled and seemed to sense what I wanted. She opened her mouth and took my hard little cock into it.She engulfed my entire cock in her mouth in one quick movement. I sucked in breath quickly. She leaned into me now and I felt her soft breasts against my knees. She rubbed her tongue against the bottom of my cock and I felt like I was melting. I cannot describe how lovely her mouth felt. Her soft, hot tongue was against my urethra, her pillowy che

I sat down on the edge of the bed and was about to turn on the television when I heard something. I focused. It sounded like moaning. Coming from next door. I couldn't tell at first if it was happy moaning or like... wailing from sadness or something. I stopped moving and just listened and I could hear occasionally words and the moaning. I could definitely tell it was coming from next door now. From Cassie and Brittany's room.I don't know why I was so curious, it really wasn't any of my business. But I was curious. I had to find out what was going on. I moved over towards the wall, and put my ear against it. Actually, the sound became more muffled that way. I was confused by that, until I looked down the wall and saw the door. I'd forgotten! These are adjoining rooms.So I moved quickly, but quietly, down the wall. I'd left the door open a bit the day before and forgotten to close it. I could hear more muffled noises now that I was close to the doorway. I opened my door the whole way

"You'd better," Cassie said, swinging the chair around so that she was watching us. Brittany walked in between my legs and put her hands on the insides of my thighs. Her hands were hot and her fingers pushed hard into my flesh. She wiped some of her own cum off of her tits and belly and then smeared it, now cooler from the air but still wet, all over my asshole. I moaned, enjoying the feel of her soft fingers against that delicate spot. She then spit in her hand and covered her cock in saliva. Finally, she positioned her cock against my asshole, and pushed. My body wanted it so bad, the tip slipped in easily.Brittany's spit and sperm made it so velvety and smooth. I groaned, feeling the tip stretch. But it felt so lovely. My ball big balls hung down and rested on Brittany's cock as it started to work into my asshole. Brittany kept her hands on my hips now, holding me still while her cock pushed farther and farther into my body. I moaned and writhed on the bed, the pleasure was intens

"I just wish it would all go away," one tall, skinny woman said, "I can barely control myself when these urges strike. My...cock is raw from masturbating. I just want to be aroused by my boyfriend again and stop trying to have sex with the other girls at work." There was a general nodding of agreement. Everyone wished that things were back to normal. Except for me. My experiences in the last two days had taught me, pining for the past was a guarantee to be miserable. It was only in embracing the moment that we could be happy. I knew all these women enjoyed masturbating, enjoyed sleeping with women, and enjoyed their cocks. But their minds told them they had to despise their urges, told them that it was better to wait to go back to the way things were. They were wrong, they had to stop fighting their bodies, they needed to embrace pleasure and worry about being normal when and if this condition would be cured. If they never cured our cocks and we just repressed ourselves forever, we'd

I, on the other hand, was simply evidence that they hadn't gotten it right the first time. The first thing my mother said to me every time she me was "have you gained weight?" and my father rarely spoke to me unless he was explaining that I was disappointing him in some way. Although, I do remember a half dozen times when I was growing up when my dad said I was "pretty." So I often had this odd sort of urge to look sexy around my dad now. So that is super. (If you are thinking that maybe my Dad's attitude when I was growing up has something to do with that reputation at school I was telling you about, then you get a gold star dear reader. Turns out being smart enough to realize you have daddy issues doesn't change the fact that you have daddy issues. Go figure).Anyway, the long and the short of it was that Aaron was right. I didn't want to spend the night at home with the disappointment brigade. But if I wanted more out of this than a basketball game, then I had to pretend like I was