Ch 4 – Reckoning

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Allen stirred, disentangling himself from Susan’s slumbering form. She snored lightly as he tiptoed from the room. Allen suddenly became aware of the call that had roused him. His bladder. Damn! No wonder Jen was always scurrying off to the loo! She must have a bladder the size of a grape!

Back in her room, Allen scooped Jen’s phone off the dresser on the way to the toilet but waited until he was seated and his pee contentedly flowing into the bowl before he gave it his attention. The home screen opened at recognizing Jen’s face, incidentally hiding a single message alert before he could read it.

He found the new message. It was from his number. In all that had happened over the past day, Allen hadn’t noticed until now that he was listed in her contacts as Maine Squeeze, an allusion to his North Atlantic origins. He chuckled at the sly bit of humor and opened his message app.

Directly under the last pic he’d sent was a single line of text…

Allen? Please tell me that’s you!

He typed and erased several abortive replies, then… Yes. It’s me. I don’t know what’s going on, but everything’s going to be okay, Jen. We’ll figure this out together (hug emoji)!

Allen had long finished peeing when he realized he’d been sitting there just staring at the screen, anxious to see the tiny rippling dots telling him that Jen is typing…

When the phone refused to comply with his wishes, he set it on the vanity, wiped his vagina, and took notice of the shower. Just the thing, he thought, and soon he was relaxing under the steamy jets. He stood there a long while and just let the water soak his hair, run down his shoulders and back, spray his body with a hot, relaxing cascade of not worrying about anything else just for this long moment.

He picked up a loofa and squirted it liberally with Jen’s body wash. The sensation of the soapy sponge against his skin was delicious! Especially when he washed his boobs, hefting and soaping and lathering the substantial glands with both hands, tweaking his thick, erect, crinkly nipples in his fingers.

“Aaaaahhh…. Mmmmmm…,” he sighed aloud.

Impulsively, he grabbed the shower head and lifted it from its cradle. Cocking one leg up on the edge of the tub, he directed the jets against his mons. The hot water felt so good pulsing through his soaked muff of thick pubes and trickling down and back across his smooth lips!

“Aaah,” he sighed. Allen reached between his thighs and parted his lips, directing the jets to spray directly against his sex.

“Ooh! Oh, fuck! Wow!” Damn! That felt so fucking good! Allen held the jets just like that for so long that the rest of his body had almost started to notice the chill. Then he was startled by the chime of the phone’s message alert.

Reluctantly, Allen shut off the water, toweled off quickly and slipped on Jen’s thick terry robe. He wrapped his hair into a turban with a fresh towel and picked up the phone. He hesitated a moment, then shoved the phone into the robe’s pocket and contemplated Jen’s face in the mirror.

At last, he padded out to the bed and sat in the edge. Anxious and a bit nervous, he pulled the phone out and opened the message…

GTFOHRFN

He chuckled softly and heard Jen’s melodic laugh. “Get the fuck over here right fucking now, eh?” It was Jen’s standard booty call text and it usually filled him with arousal and hot anticipation. Now, in this context, he read it as a demand expressing perhaps a different need.

He set about dressing. He found panties and slipped them on. Did he need a pad, he worried briefly. He didn’t feel crampy. But he was moist again for no apparent damned reason. He opted for a pad anyway just to be safe. He found one in her drawer and applied it clumsily but effectively. Bra? Fuck that noise; he didn’t have time to figure it out. He slipped on a zip sweat top and slid his legs into the matching bottoms. Sox, runners, and he was dressed. Keys! They were on the bureau. Allen scooped them up along with Jen’s wallet and quietly left the house.

Jen’s Mini purred to life and nestled comfortably against his butt and back. He drove through the quiet, softly-lit streets of late-night suburbia. In ten minutes, he was home. Or at his house. Allen’s house. Glad that he’d given Jen a key, he strode up to the door and let himself in with practiced ease.

He found her in the living room, legs tucked up on the couch under a comfy blanket, sipping on a tall scotch, neat. The bottle was on the end table beside him… er, beside her. He looked at himself and wrestled a moment with the reality that that was now Jen.

She looked up and saw him and sprang towards him, closing the distance before the blanket could even fall away. She threw his arms around herself and hugged him tight. His own voice murmured in his ear, “Oh fuck, Allen! What the fuck is going on!?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know, Baby, but we’re gonna be okay,” he reassured her. “We are chirie auto okay! We’re together. I’m here.”

She held him tight and breathed out a long, ragged sigh then took in a shuddering breath and blew it out again before letting go of him and stepping back. The blanket fell away.

“Okay,” she said, holding his gaze. “Then maybe you can tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to do with this!” Allen watched her knife blade both hands at her crotch, pointing at his cock bobbing in front of her, bouncing contentedly in time with her heartbeat.

Allen felt his pussy start to tingle at the sight. He’d never seen his cock so hard. He’d always thought of himself as slightly above average, but the boner that hung in front of him now looked fucking immense to him!

“Wow! Nice cock,” he said, the words coming out wrapped in the upper range of Jen’s soft alto voice. He smiled at her and she smiled back sheepishly, Jen’s customary smirk erupting incongruously across his own familiar face. Suddenly, both broke out laughing hysterically, all the anxiety and stress of the past day washing out in a shared acknowledgement of the ridiculous strangeness of their new, shared predicament. Allen wrapped his arms around her again and they held each other close, still shuddering with laughter.

Allen hugged her tight. As their shared outburst subsided, he became aware of a warm pressure against the front of his sweatpants that was making his pussy tingle. He slipped one hand against Jen’s neck and looked into her eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah…. Yeah. I’m okay,” she sighed.

“So… Is that a zucchini in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Tears glistened across her eyes. “Oh, Allen! I’m ‘happy’ to see fucking anything! Girls, guys, a table lamp, a fucking fruit salad! This fucking thing just won’t turn off! How the fuck do you live with this thing!?!?”

Allen chuckled. “Well, you know… usually, if you’re not around to take make good use of it, I just… you know…” He lifted his right hand and gave her the international sign for male masturbation.

“I fucking tried that,” she cried, stomping her foot for emphasis and making her cock bob wildly.

“And…?”

“And,” she echoed archly, “And!?…And you’re out of body lotion! And K-Y! And… and fucking mayonnaise for fuck’s sake! This fucking thing will barely stay down long enough to let me fucking tinkle… fuck! Pee! Then it’s fucking out there flapping in the breeze again! And fuck! Fuck, do my balls fucking ache!”

Allen remembered waking up horny. He remembered having that kind of hard-on and having his balls ache. He remembered being thirteen and wishing he could suck his own cock. He remembered feeling his new pussy aching this morning – just like it was starting to do again now! He remembered craving cock. And suddenly he did! And it was Jen’s. His. Hers. Fuck!

He moved closer and put a soothing hand on Jen’s shoulder. Then two. He pulled her close, whispering, “shh…” until their lips met. It was odd kissing a guy even if it was himself, but he pushed through, intent not to show any hesitation. For Jen’s sake, he thought.

He kissed her tenderly, lips on lips. Then broke away. “I’m here now, Baby! I can help you with that!” He trailed the palm of his hand over her chest and down across her tummy to where her cock bobbed tumescent between them. He slid his soft hands around its hot girth and stroked his fingers down to the base and beyond to grip her heavy, smooth balls in his palm.

“Oh, fuck! Allen!” Jen groaned and pulled his mouth to hers. Her tongue exploded into his mouth and danced a torrid, wordless confession of all the lust and need inside her new body. He could hardly imagine what that must be like for her. Only he could. He did. And he vowed to make it better.

He squeezed her balls gently once, then rubbed his palm against the underside of her cock, feeling the heat and the rhythm of its throbbing. Jen let go of his mouth and husked, “Oh, Allen! Fuck!”

Allen gripped her cock firmly and pumped it in his fist. Jen groaned. Allen nibbled her ear and breathed huskily, “You’re so fucking hard, Baby! I fucking love your big, hard cock!” And true, he did, having owned it for so long.

Jen breathed raggedly against his neck. Allen guided her back and over to the ottoman. “Relax, Baby! Let me suck that big, hard cock for you!” With that he pushed Jen back onto the low stool. Her torso slumped against the couch where she could watch and marvel and moan as Allen sank to his knees between her legs and cupped her straining male member in both palms.

Jen let out a bass growl, then gasped as Allen wrapped his mouth around her cockhead and swirled his tongue underneath. Oddly, this felt more natural than kissing himself and he thought of all the times he’d marveled at Jen’s mouth working on his cock. He noticed his pussy tingling.

He felt and tasted Jen leak a river of denizli escort bayan sweet precum onto his tongue. He brushed his left hand down the underside of her cock and cupped her balls in his palm, fingertips rubbing at her taint. Jen groaned and ran a hand through his still-damp hair.

“Fuck! Allen! That feels so fucking good!”

Allen felt his pussy moistening further in response. Holding her cockhead with his lips and continuing to slather it with his tongue, he quickly unzipped and shrugged off his sweat top. He took a moment to cup his breasts and tweak his nipples luridly, moaning around Jen’s glans as he did. Then he cupped her balls again and slipped his other hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and into his now soaking wet panties. He smeared his palm against his wet lips and plunged his fingers into his wet pussy, making himself shiver with desire.

“Fuck, Jen! I’m so fucking wet,” he cooed. “Fuck, I love your cock!” With that, he pulled out his hand, slick with cuntsauce and wrapped it around Jen’s cock, pumping it in his fist and slathering it with his slick pussy juices. Jen’s head rolled back and she let out a growl.

“I want you to cum for me, Jen! I wanna make you cum!” Suddenly she was staring intently at him again as he fisted her hot cock. “In my mouth,” he clarified and made the point by sliding his wet fingers down to her nut-sack, smearing his gooey fingertips against her ridged taint and engulfing her cock in his mouth. Allen pumped his mouth down on Jen’s cock furiously, stretching further down with each stroke until he felt her plump, smooth cockhead bumping against the back of his mouth.

He mouthfucked her a bit more, then pulled up and off, took a gulp of air and slammed his mouth back down on the top third of her huge cock. Still gripping and squeezing her balls and taint in his right hand, he stroked the bottom of her shaft with his left and pumped his mouth insistently on her cock, swirling his tongue around the hot, smooth head on each upstroke.

“Fuh-huh-uck,” Jen panted.

Allen yawned around her cock, willing his throat to relax, and shoved his lips all the way down until they caressed the root of her cock. He felt her glans slip into his throat. He slid his right index finger steadily back along her taint, sent it plunging through her tightly-puckered asshole and surging up into her anus to wobble the tip against her prostate; all while bobbing his mouth deep on her cock, massaging the shaft with his mouth and the head with his throat.

“Fucking-shit-fuck-I’m-fucking-cumming,” Jen roared and Allen felt a hot jet of semen rocket down his throat. Then another and another. He pulled back and pumped the base of her cock while she continued to pump hot semen into his mouth.

Fuck, his cum tasted good! He knew that, he’d just never had so fucking much of it at once.

Jen kept panting and shooting cum for longer than Allen ever remembered cumming… at least in his own body. He couldn’t swallow all the hot cum and it started to leak copiously out the corners of his mouth, down his neck, and onto his bouncing boobs.

Allen pulled his mouth off of Jen and stroked her cock, pumping the last few jets of cum across his face and neck and tits. He slid his wet hand up her belly and slid up next to her, his face above hers.

When she finally focused her eyes on his and smiled at him, he lowered his lips to hers. She wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him tight against her mouth. Her tongue pierced his lips, opening up the flood of cum that he’d held to share with her.

“Mmm,” she groaned, tongue splashing against his in their shared mouthful. Allen rubbed his right breast while he kissed her, slathering the excess cum across his hard nipple and tweaking it between his fingers. Jen continued to moan appreciatively into his mouth. At last, their lips parted and Jen gulped in air. Allen was a bit breathless, too. And still very fucking horny! His wet pussy squished between his legs, aching for attention.

“Wow!” Jen stared at him glassy eyed.

“Yeah, wow! I’ve always wanted to do that!”

“What,” she eyed him quizzically, “suck cock?”

“I’ve always wanted you to share a hot mouthful of cum with me after you blew me,” he confessed.

“Well, technically you still haven’t,” she corrected him. They both chuckled. Then, “So where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that?! Oh-my-gawd Allen that was fucking amazing!”

“Watching you, Babe!”

“Bullshit!”

“You’ve always been an amazing cocksucker, Jen! And I’ve watched you do it a lot. And I’ve got all your equipment now!” Jen shot him a look and lifted her hand to smear her fresh cum thoughtfully around Allen’s hanging boob.

“Fuck! You’ve made me look like a fucking cumslut… all covered in jizz like one of your porn stash stroke roll sluts!”

Fuck! Jen had been scrolling through his fucking phone when antalya escort he came in. Allen skipped past it, redirecting, “No. You kinda did that yourself, stud,” he grinned. “I don’t remember shooting that much fucking cum since… well, fucking ever!”

“It’s been like that all day,” Jen marveled. “I just cum and cum and cum… Well maybe not like that. That was so fucking hot! Damn, can you ever suck cock, Baby!”

“Well, Allen offered, half defensively, “until yesterday I owned one, so I’ve got a pretty good idea how they work… Or, at least how this one does.”

Jen smiled at that. “And now I do, too,” she said. “Except… what the fuck!? Are you on Viagra now or something?!” Jen stared down across her stomach to where her cock still stood at rigid attention.

Allen followed her gaze and felt himself creaming as he gazed at the thick, hard expanse of cunt-stretching cockmeat. He slid his hand down to wrap his fingers around its hot girth and threw his leg over Jen to straddle her. Stroking her cock gently, he leaned forward, placing his face close above hers. “Fuck, I want your hot cock, Jen! I want you inside me!” He pressed forward to wrap her mouth in a lustful kiss as he lowered his hips around hers and brought the tip of her fat cockhead to the slick, yearning vestibule of his entrance…

Allen’s satisfied sigh turned into a moan of pleasure as he felt Jen’s thick cockhead stretch the entrance of his pussy out deliciously and then slide, hot, thick, and throbbing into his hungry cunt. Allen spread his thighs wide and pressed his ass down to force himself slowly all the way down her gorgeously thick cock.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking hard, Jen! I fucking love your thick hard cock! Fuck it feels so good stretching my tight fucking pussy!”

Jen marveled as she watched Allen slide down her shaft. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Baby! You feel so fucking good in… with… me my cock inside… you! Fuck this is so fucking weird… and so fucking hot and – oh my shit is that my fucking clit!? It’s gawd-damn huge!”

Allen slid his left palm across the smooth, slick skin of his belly and spread his lips where they had bunched around the base of Jen’s cock. With his right index and middle finger, he cautiously probed between the “v” of his fingers and probed to find… oh fucking shit!

“Gahhhhuaaaaah!” His clit was indeed very swollen – more than he ever remembered seeing it when Jen was in her body. And fuck, was it ever sensitive! It throbbed and purred anxiously under his now even more cautious touch. “Fuck, Jen! Is it always this fucking sensitive?!”

“Well, I mean, yeah, I guess? Maybe not that much? Or maybe it’s just a new sensation for you and that’s… how does it feel?”

“It feels like…” Allen ventured another light stroke with one fingertip. “Oh-djeezus-fucking-shit! It feels like an entire sorority flicking their tongues on my cockhead at once! But, like times ten!”

“Yeah, you’re probably just not used to it yet,” Jenn offered.

Allen stroked his clit again, a little harder. His whole body spasmed and clenched uncontrollably for the moment it took him to draw a deep, shocked breath. He tried it again. The same spasm wracked him again. He gulped air. He spread his thighs wide, pressed his cunt firmly around Jen’s cock, and worked his fingertips in firm, determined circles around his throbbing clit. He convulsed. He could hardly breathe. He pushed through it and kept frigging his clit. Something detonated deep inside his tummy and blossomed throughout his whole body, wracking him in a longer, harder, more all-consuming orgasm than he had ever remotely fucking imagined possible.

When he finally caught his breath and his sight returned, he saw Jen grinning at him.

“Well… welcome to the world of female orgasms, I guess,” she chirped.

“Fuck,” Allen breathed. Becoming aware again of the thick heat of Jen’s cock stretching his pussy, Allen tried to rise up and immediately crashed back down. “Fuck!” He tried again with the same result. “Shit!” He panted heavily. Taking a deep breath, he planted his feet and hurled himself off of her. The sensation of her cock ripping out of his cunt doubled him over and sent him crashing to his knees, gasping.

He crawled to the edge of the couch beside Jen. “I can’t! I… you’re going to have to do it!”

“Do… wha…,” she started.

“Fuck me! I need you to fuck me, Jen! I want your thick hard cock so fucking bad! Please!”

Allen turned away, smashed his tits onto the floor on top of Jen’s discarded fleece blanket, and spread his thighs. He looked over his shoulder, thrust his ass at Jen, and reached back with one hand to pull his ass-cheek aside and show her his dripping wet cunt. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need your cock so bad, Baby! Please!”

Jen was already on her knees, walking her cock up between Allen’s thighs. Allen sighed, pressed his cheek against the blanket between his outstretched arms and tried to breathe deep and steady. He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt her searing hot cockhead spreading him.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Wait!” Allen pressed his shoulders to the floor and crossed his wrists behind him against the top of his ass. “Hold me! Hold me and fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

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