.. wie feucht Deine Muschi!«, sagte er.Allmählich gab ich meinen Widerstand auf, denn erstens nütze es sowieso nichts und zweitens fickte er mich m...t seinen Fingern so gut, dass ich gegen meinen Willen geil wurde. Mittlerweile hatte er erst einen, dann zwei Finger in meine Scheide gezwängt und fingerte mich, während er den Zeigefinger seiner anderen Hand bis zum Knöchel in meinen Arsch eingeführt hatte und mich damit langsam ins Arschloch fickte. Nun fing ich auch noch an, gegen meinen Willen. Their cum was inert to other transgender people, but to everyone else, consuming too much cum in a short time would cause the consumer to go cock-blind or cum-drunk. Eventually, the consumer would succumb to being a bonded slave to whomever gave them their last cum shot or into a common slut for the community. This was, of course, just a rumor. No authority or government in the country bought into this absurd rumor to investigate it. Furthermore, most people chalked it up as a tourism tactic. He could see the curtains swaying in the slight breeze, the air felt heavy like the humid air of a summer night. His mind was reeling; where was he? The last thing he remembered was that he had been in bed at his apartment, the crappy, dingy apartment that was all he could afford after his wife had tossed him out. He remembered waking up with a crushing pain in his chest, and then he remembered the blackness coming up in his mind. Now there was blackness again, no, not quite blackness, as his. Karen really was a mouth-watering sight. The place was a rough sort of joint, with a wooden bar and a brass rail. Karen had stood with one foot on the rail in a mannish pose--but there was nothing masculine about the expanse of creamy white thigh that her posture revealed. The barmaid, a brawny woman with tattoos on her forearms and a blonde crewcut, had stared at Karen's tits so hard that she had spilled a drink. Karen had smiled at the fascinated woman, but decided that she would prefer a.