" Oh, Jesus!" said Meghan, her eyes wide and terrified. "What have youdone! Is this some kind of side effect, then? Did it make us sex-crazy?" Possibl...," I said, thoughtfully. "Or maybe the magic responded to somedeep desire inside us. It just worked without our conscious control."What I didn't say out loud was another thought that had just occurred tome. Had the unfettered magic done something more profound to our minds?I used to be a boy called Scott. But that seemed so long ago and so. "That is if you don'tmind hanging out with an older woman," she said teasingly. "Besidesyou can try out some of the pot I've got." she added. Once inside wegot comfortable and proceeded to get even higher. I couldn't help butnotice Nicole's legs as her skirt rode higher up her thighs every timeshe would cross and uncross her legs and Nicole noticed that I noticed!She got up from her chair and sat so close to me that our thighs weretouching. She put her drink down turned towards me putting a. My back arches, as does his–I am now a cat in heat and we are two cats enraptured by instinct. His jism spews forth into my waiting mouth like lava erupting from a volcano which has laid dormant for years, saving the hot firey liquid till now. This very second. Then he screams my name, not even tending to my sex–this simple bellow of my birth name–makes me come shortly after he does. I swallow his fire. It is heavy and numbs my mouth, its sweetness is unbearable. I taste all of him, in copious. I didn’t know at the time that if I had been a male whore, I could not have dressed better to turn highly sexed guys on.Over the next few days, Joseph became more tactile stroking his hand over my back and ass slow and purposely; like a guy would do with a girl. At first I felt uncomfortable with it, but after a time I got used to it. I was experiencing an inner feeling of pleasure that I had never experienced before. I was becoming less inhibited as I got used to him. The other guys would.