This choice: Proceeds to play the safe way • Go Back...Chapter #9Proceeds to play the safe way by: neverthese   Dan clings to Stacy's sweaty gym shorts at the waist with both hands. He pulls down like a cat scratching a curtain. He rubs his rosy cheeks against Stacy's now hairy thighs and shins, oscillating which cheek is pressing for their respective leg.
"We'll just have to play it safe, then," Dan said he tore of Stacy's shorts. Kneeling stings for Dan, but he doesn't care at all right now. He looks up at his former petite cock and how drenched with pre-cum Dan's original body's blue boxer-briefs were. Even his meek member looked ready to break out of its flooded prison.
Stacy gulped, nervously.
Through the soft fabric of his former undies, he decided to go with an unexpected attack and scraped Stacys perinium.
"Aghhh," Stacy moaned. She couldn't help it, even though she wasn't a male on the inside it was still emasculating.
"What was that??" Stacy breathed squeemishly.
"The perinium. In between your ballsack and your asshole, is a little spot I like an awful lot" Dan felt proud.
"I've.. I've never heard anyone talk about that!" Stacy looked priceless!
"There's a lot about guys that even most guys don't know about or aren't sensitive enough to care for. I'm sure you've enjoyed female orgasms before, so I want to make your first male one be memorable, even if I am little rusty."
"Rusty?" Stacy gasped. Has Dan been with guys other than her before!??
"Ah," Dan bashfully cradled his face again. "I've kinda been doing a no-fap challenge for 6 months; it's been a while since I've masturbated."
"You fucker!" she exclaimed. "Is that why my first hard-on has yet to fucking end?"
Dan laughed. "Probably," He winked. "I was a bit of self-nymphomaniac. I touched myself 3-5 times a day for years because I have this place all alone." The boy turned girl decided to tickle Stacy's manhood, so that she might enjoy a little cock and ball torture.
"I-- grr-- can't take this anymore!" She tore her underwear down and tossed on the floor. She charged at Dan, her penis prodding at his booty shorts' pelvis area, above his actual vulva down below. She pushed him down with her upper torso supported by her now toned arms and sat Dan's scrumptious thighs with her throbbing cock peeking at his belly button from resting on his now flat pelvis.
"We're lucky I'm still wearing my shorts," Dan proclaimed with a wiggle. "I don't think this body is ready for a kid yet..." His running shorts seemed like the only things stopping going all the way, as he knew for certain his own mental inhibitions were now at the window after seeing Stacy's naked cock, accentuated even further by the bush surrounding it. "Lie beside me, Stace."
She obeyed.
"Now move up on the bed. We're different heights so my arms can't reach down there.
Ahh, such a good girl.
"We'll try to tame this beast of yours so you don't accidentally stick it in me with a full load later," He whispered, playing with his F-spot underneath his head.
"Agh, ah, ahhh!" She moaned.
"Oh, you're such a noisy boy," he teased. "You'll soon realize why I spent so much time playing with myself for years on end."
Dan brought his dainty left index finger, and played with his former male chest. Stacy's new body spasmed in response.
'This. Is. Electric.' Stacy tried to say but couldn't quite form words.
He lightly pressed his right index finger and thumb, trailing the base of his penis head. His left hand was occupied with playing with her now male nipples, which were surprisingly extremely sensitive to Stacy. Then his left circle-scratched her shoulder, her forearm, her luvhandle. Why... why was everything so sensitive? Is this normal for guys? He's never heard of it before? Either way, the sensation was overwhelming, the teasing seemed to last an eternity.
"P-pu-puh- please," she begged. "Please!" she whined.
"Can't handle much more of this, eh, Stacy? I sure like that face you're making~"
"Plleeeaaaaaaase!!" She was at the mercy of this man wearing her skin.
"Okay, Stace," Dan smiled, taking pity on this helpless, teenaged girl. "You've definitely have given me enough."
Using the pre-cum Stacy had been intermittedly been squeezing out, Dan had enough of lube to stroke her penis with an aggressive fervor that had been unseen thus far. Stacy was moaning and groaning, the tension of power inside her still building up. It was getting closer... and closer... to true full capacity. Where she could not handle anymore pleasure and must immediately self-destruct.
It was a steady, gradual increase, A fast one, that had a sharp uptick whenever Dan would pull the occasional dick-trick she could barely comprehend in her induced state of ecstasy. She thought Dan might be sporadically rubbing the inside of his petite, girly knuckles along his dick tip causing an drastic intake of thermal pressure building inside and scream from the vessel that Stacy was piloting. Clearly he couldn't use that one in subsequence lest it might it cause to much pain from the sheer sensitivity, or worse-- too much pleasure.
Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
Stacy was about to scream from simultaneous pleasure and relief when Dan put his soft female lips around Stacy's dickhead. The dickhead got the message before Stacy could comprehend the action, and as soon Dan let loose loose the lick-age upon the lovely dick-lips, Stacy screamed as nuclear meltdown inevitably occurred. This arduous release felt like it lasted a lifetime. A life, finally released from its mortal prison.
Orgasm. Male orgasm.
"It really does feel powerful," She tried to say, but only could make it out as disconnected mumblings.
Dan looked like a chipmunk with nuts his rosy cheeks and was doing his best to swallow through sheer willpower, but his virgin throat wouldn't let him swallow this pill. He found his cup he usually keeps water in on his nightstand, and spat out a truckload of pure, organic semen. He coughed for at least 10 seconds. He turned back to Stacy with a goofy, cum-drool smile.
"I'm glad I got it all in on time," He gargled out. He tried to gulp down saliva again and cleared his throat.
"Stace?" He pawed at his former face, curling into him to snuggle.
"Do-- do all male orgasms feel that good?" She asked. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go back.
"Well, there's a lot of factors to it," He licked the cum on his lips. "I know my body very, very, very well. I doubt I could have done that to you if you were any other guy and especially if you were a girl. My body also hadn't came in six months. That must have felt extraordinarily relieving."
"You.... you betcha,"
"I've naturally never tried other men's bodies, so I've always guessed that way more sensitive than other guys."
"Uh-huh,"
"Also, I hypothesize that orgasms are magnitudes better when you have someone else touching you. I've never had a handjob aside from jerking myself off before, so you're very lucky. You just took my first!" Dan chuckled.
"Seriously?"
"I mean, I am 'Da Kreepo', after all" Dan rolled his cute, green eyes. "So are you gonna bask my usual after-glow forever or are you gonna give me a turn?"
"Wha~?"
"You have until I'm done washing my hands to decide," He warned, wiggling his supple, female butt on his way to bathroom connected to the bedroom. "If not, I'll have to learn how female anatomy works all alone, and that's no fun!"
As the faucet ran, he hummed and felt two completely new feelings. One was humming as girl, with a larynx that was completely alien to him. The second was humming with cum stuck in the back of your throat; it was such an odd sensation.
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