In these pictures, though, the cocks were fully erect. In spite of myself I was getting aroused, I felt hot and I realized that I was crossing a line... but there was no one around to see, and I figured I’d never come back to this section again, so I continued to turn the pages. Each new image seared itself into my brain. I almost had the feeling that my psyche was morphing into some new pleasure-seeking spirit with each picture that I gazed at. I lost all sense of time, my imagination. The events of the last evening had been quite upsetting; like all girls, she had had a rather romantic idea of the relations between man and woman. Coming as she had to her my home with absolutely no notion of any sex relationships, she was hardly prepared for her reception as, for instance, a young girl might have been who was spending her first night with her lover, or even the expectancy that a sweetheart might feel in anticipation of a tryst with a lover. Before arriving, the idea that I. She swallowed another load of cum and barely had time to lick her lips before a small cock was placed against her lips.She opened her eyes to see a guy barely 18 and sort of under-developed. Well she wasn't one to exclude a guy because of the size of his cock, it was all cock to her. As her pussy was being pounded harder she devoured this small cock and licked it like a wonderfully fleshy lollipop and wondered to herself if he had ever gotten this kind of attention. She heard grunts behind her. Then as I laid in the afterglow of God-only-knew how many organisms, thewhole thing fell apart.I remembered my next-to-last girlfriend, and she had been a serious homophobewho eventually I broke up with over it.But why would she date a girl in the first place, no matter how butch I hadbeen?And then my real memories came back, and I remember being a boy, then a man,then being kidnapped and forced to drink some strange nectar and changinginto a girl.I was still debating what to do, when the.