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Eugenia dived to grab the hanging glistening cock; wait... not to grab it, but to swallow it deep. And only then I noticed how dark was Kamilla's cock as if all her cum and my ass juices had tainted it to this very wild glistening and amazing hue, which in a cock this spectacularly large was, as we thought when we first glimpsed at it, very intimidating. This she loved to do: slurp and lick a freshly spent cock, wherever it had been, I figured, be it in her own slit or someone's or her ass, as she had gone for my own wet cock after I had come deep inside her, from behind. Laura did not stay behind as she approached and embraced me so tight that our two cocks pressed against each other in all their length, wet from the large amounts of semen that we had ejaculated; me, full with Kamilla's cock; and Laura? I do not remember much of what she did with Eugenia... I was looking at them but not really seeing, as I was all enraptured with the sensations ricocheting inside my body of which most of them were ending in my cock, which reached incredible hardness and a volcanic explosiveness when I finally erupted. "Oh, baby, when you got really hard I told Eugenia that I had to be with you, I just wanted to hold your cock, so I left the depths of Eugenia's ass even before filling her with my seed... she was disappointed but understood... then, I think she also wanted to eat Kamilla's cock, you saw how she dived for it..." We kept rubbing our cocks, holding our asses with our full hands, kissing. "You need to come then" I asked her. I knew that smile that meant a yes. And so I turned around, bent over, and just said "Come on, give me more. Finish inside me". She did not hesitate. She knew it would be easy, she knew it would slide right in... I mean, anything would have no problem getting inside me, that way, after Kamilla's incursion and explosion. Sure enough, Laura was thinking the same and in one split second decided to start with her fingers. She was not in a hurry and wanted to give me more pleasure. I felt the tight bunch of fingers and their knuckles caress my rim and flow in. I felt my rim close in her slight wrist. I sensed her tightly joined fingertips make way deep and my rim expand again bit by bit. Laura could be bigger than Kamilla alright, and now she did not need lubrication. And she pumped deep and I felt the brief pressing of her biceps in between my cheeks. And then it was too much. "Come inside me" I asked. And she immediately and carefully slid her arm out, letting my rim come together again, soft, relaxed, spent. And busy again, pressed by Laura's glans, but in a gentle way. My sensorial nerves were dormant and I really felt nothing (Laura's cock was not very big), but she did. With her hands grasping the flesh on my hips and her arousal by being inside me again she pumped hard and was enjoying it a lot, as I could tell from her shrieks. I was happy that she was taking me and having fun, until I did feel the big push and the ejection of strong flows of her semen, the bits that were built for Eugenia, and not used, and the ones that were built inside me. She stayed stuck to me, grabbing my tits. And when she left, the great flow stained my legs, my balls, and the floor. We both were happy. We did not see Kamilla or Eugenia again. But some months later, in one of my trans porn browsing, I found some videos of Kamilla (under a handle name and without Eugenia) and I thought how marvelous that large and dark cock is.
I remember the first time we discovered our cocks, soft, tucked at first, well, mine at least. Mine soon moved in the leggings and had slightly grown from all the skin contact. We had started on the floor, with our open legs and our feet touching and pointed up. At first the whole surfaces of our soles were stuck together, pushing against each other, toes included. I do not know about you, but without being too ticklish, this contact for me created a wide array of sensations, with pulses of pleasure reverberating all along my legs to end in my groin. You can imagine the result: a growing cock that I did not want to act. I tried to think in something else. I tried not to look at Simone. And that was only the start; my cock was still bent down, but I knew that any more flow of blood in it, provoked by more sensations from touching Simone's foot, would untuck it and lengthen it left or right, first, and, if hardened a bit more, it would move straight up. The legging was just a film grabbing firmly on my skin but it was no match for the strength of my arousing cock. He held forearms with our arms long towards each other and I started by folding forward spine, neck and head and Simone folding back holding on my arms. We started to move like two pendulums in a sawing back and forth motion held by the forearms, trusting each other to hold strong, our heads approaching little by little our groins. I sensed Simone was pulling me a little more towards her. And little by little my cock was growing and it was obvious that Simone would see it when she folded down. I did not pull her towards me, but I felt Simone was pushing down a bit more. I just carried on, concentrating rather on her cock, which while making a long and soft bump in her leggings, had remained tucked and was not growing at all. She noticed what I was thinking "Don't worry... it is not very reactive in these conditions..." she said, in a voice I could tell she was smiling. "Not my case..." I said "This is turning me on a little". And as it was her turn to fold forward she approached my groin, and said "More than a little I'd say" still smiling. I relaxed a bit, but my cock would take longer than that. Yet, I was happy it did not creep up. Her cock did not harden. After Yoga, we met for tea as usual. But this time, after all the contact, we had discovered new things about ourselves. We already knew we were new women; what we did not know is how we behaved as such and, of course, the details of physiognomy and tastes. So our conversations became more detailed after this session, when we got closer to our "secrets". She had already she told me of all her "rules", but she was now more precise about what she liked to do. But I insisted on exploring her issues with her cock, which I saw as a waste to not use, at least while it was there. Indeed, I wanted to suck it bad; I wanted to harden it more. Give it a good sensual drive. It seems to me that I helped Simone have a last romance with her cock. I discovered that while she did feel a lot of arousal from a gentle handling of it, ultimately she was still able to get it long and hard. Just a little love was needed!
PS 10. To be more feminine I yearn to have breasts, so I can fill the bras I wear often. Sometimes my wife wants me to wear them when we make love. She still can have easy access to my nipples which she loves to pinch and my flat breasts that she kneads in earnest. Is it too late to have breast implants? I want soft ones that hang round when I am on all fours.