I longed to be feminine full time but knew it would be a while before I could do that. One day I was going through my girly clothes and found the purs... that I had brought with me to the keg party where I sucked all those guys off and upon opening it found a slip of paper with a number on it. Underneath the number it said. “Call me some time, Dale” and had a smiley face on it. Dale was one of the guys we brought home from the party who had fucked me all night. He was the one who made me cum. He had a big prick sprouting out above a set of hairy, swollen scumbags. His cockhead was a dark purple slab, shaped like a mushroom, and dark veins seamed the underside of his cockstalk, pulsing and throbbing. Tommy gazed at his cock and tried to pretend that the prickhead was clamped in his girlfriend's lips. His cock-knob flared and his pisshole parted. A few drops of slime bubbled out, frothy and milky on the purple meat. Tommy felt his balls, squeezing gently, then folded his hand around. You're too powerful to believe in all that fatalistic bullshit."Everything started to become much clearer in Lisa's head. This guy was right. Since when did a Demigod have to worry about the words and warnings of a mere mortal? "Screw her" she thought, "I need to have my fun, I've gone way too long without the feel of another girl lying beside me. I need to find somebody to fuck" Her mind returned to the conversation with the barman;"You know what? You're right." She proclaimed. "Fuck that. ” He turned his head to look at her and she tried not to laugh at his deer-in-headlights expression. She nodded. “Here. Now. It's only fair."His eyes widened and he glanced up and down the street. "I can’t." Sure you can." Pressing closer, she fumbled for his zip. Caught the little metal in her fingers and lowered it. He didn’t move. Curling her fingers, she slid the smooth backs of her nails down his abdomen and dipped under the elastic belt of his underwear. Tiny hairs tickled her.