. from the dimpled hole of her tiny rectum to her passionately burning pussy... even to the very base of her belly where it flicked and caressed the q...ivering bud of her clitoris! Time and again, the beautiful brute repeated his earth shaking lickings, his thick animal-tongue laving through her frenzied, down covered loins and ass-crevice with undeniable tutored skill, spreading her open in the most sensitive, secret places that only a woman could truly know!"Oh... oh God, Vickie... !" the. Thanks to Roccotool for the challenge, though this one could not be shortened enough to meet the 500 word limit, thought it was worthy of posting anyway. —————————————————————————————————— The aerial acrobats stood poised on the narrow platform high above the arena floor, waiting for their turn to perform for the crowd 50 feet below. The third part of the group stood on his own narrow plank 100 feet away, obscured from view by the darkness in the heights of the arena, the tiger act was. My naughty clit always needed soothing.Donna's wet pussy found my thigh. I smiled at my former boss. I was so glad she was a bimbo and not that bad, meany woman who yelled at me all the time. She used to make me cry. Now she made me cum.And cumming was so much better than crying.“Jesus, these tits are real,” groaned the director. “The serum really works. You really were fat and ugly.”“And them Frank improvised us,” I giggled, grinding my hot flesh harder on Donna's thigh. My clit throbbed. But, when it comes to the twenty-four seven,no buy-back business, all I can say is: that's for the birds. As much asI like being a woman, I happen to like being a man more."Now, I'll grant you that if I had been born a bona fide woman, a womanwho had the magical wherewithal to turn herself into a man anytime themood struck me, I'd probably feel differently. I'd more than likely feeljust the opposite as to how I feel now."But, since I wasn't born a woman, that's pretty much a moot.