My cock pumped with each pulse of my pounding heartbeat, growing pulse by pulse as she stroked the belly of the b**st. As it stood over me, at nine in...hes, at least three across, the tip dripping clear cum, she tried to wrap her tiny hand around the shaft, squeezed hard, but could not touch the tips of her fingers to her little thumb, my cock bigger around than her little forearm. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?" Sunny worried."Probably. Yes. We can stop whenever you like. You really don't. She was in her mid-thirties with long red hair, definitely bi, and at about 5'2” she was the most sexual woman I knew. She had been over to the house a couple of times. Each time with one of her friends. Paul definitely enjoyed his time with her, but honestly she was a cock hog. She was more than willing to get me off during our encounters, but honestly she got the lion's share of dick. I don't begrudge that- but I am a little in awe of her appetite. Anyway I gave her a call. I told her. The doctors that visited me unanimously proclaimed that I should have bled to death within minutes of my injury, but somehow survived long enough to be stitched together enough for the trip to the hospital.I chalked it up to the machinations of the universe. As long as I was in this body, the universe would make sure I survived, no matter how bizarre the circumstances, until the tasks were complete. Since the universe never deigned to inform me of my responsibilities, it was impossible to know. Normally, she would pretend the swaying of the train brought her heated body into contact with the silly female. They would rest on her greedy pubic bone and her soft yielding breasts like little baby birds yearning for their mama. The simple fact was that the mostly young student girls had no experience with the demands of a full-grown woman for female communion and possessed no conception of the kinky desires that ran like a deep underground river of lust between such perverted legs.It was.