His brow was damp and fevered, but having nothing with which to cool him, I placed my hand there instead. As he rested I gently stroked his forehead a...d hair, hoping to sooth him. Soon his labored breathing slowed. The color returned to his face, and at last he opened his eyes to focus on me. I removed my hand from his forehead, thinking that he might not wish to be nursed. Softly, he reached toward the hand I withdrew and clasped it. Even without exchanging words, I knew that he was grateful. It was thick, the tip like a mushroom with a long, fat stalk. I smeared the juice around, shivering with each one, my pussy clenching.I still had a pussy.I shoved my hand between my thighs, feeling the wet lips. I stroked up to my cock’s base. It had replaced my clit. Then my hand grasped it. My cock was as thick as the itadori kokeshi that Mitsuko-hime and I used on each other, our substitute dick.“Oh, my,” I groaned, stroking my cock, my pussy clenching. “Oh, thank you, Hangetsu.”I stared up. " As she spread her legs, she smiled at me and said, "You'll get use to being a slave to your nasty cunt. I think your dyke cunt already likes being a slave to my pussy, don't you?" "Yes," I said lowering my eyes. I couldn't stand to look at her. "Look at me and say it," she said forcefully. I looked at her and said, "My dirty dyke cunt likes being a slave to your pussy." It was the hardest thing I had ever had to do. I knew it was just the beginning of a lot of things I was going to have to do. The only really extraordinary thing about you is Jenny.She is your girlfriend. She is a tall athletic girl and the head of colleges track and field athletics team. She also is junior league sprint champion and a stunning beauty. Most people ask you how a average guy like you got a girlfriend that is normally supposed to date other team captains or rich guys. Well, the answer is not as exciting as it could be. You grow up together in the same street. Since elementary school you care for each.