6 comments/ 39973 views/ 13 favorites Hera's Curse Ch. 01 By: wineglass I knelt before him, his hands in my hair, I could feel his cock throbbing as it lay on my tongue. I sucked it knowing the release it would bring me, running my tongue all around it before licking the underside of the head, I found myself getting turned on by what I once would have thought a horrible task, it didn't help that my pussy was dripping and tingling with excitement. His breathing sped, and became raspy, I knew he was getting close, I began running my hands up the back of his legs, and clutching his ass, as I pulled his cock further and further into my mouth, finally I felt his pubes tickling my nose. His dick felt hard and hot on my tongue, as I felt my breasts and sensitive nipples rub against his hairy legs. As I blew him I thought back to how I came to be wearing lingerie, with a guys dick in my mouth, and yet feeling increasingly horny. It had been a fateful night 3 weeks ago, and a similar experience for me. The girl that night had been perhaps a bit to easy to pick up, she had looked me in the eye as she took my 7 inches deep into her mouth, kneeling before me in all her splendor. My cock was in heaven that night as she sucked me hard, rubbing and squeezing my balls with her hand, while her other stroked me into her mouth. She was obviously experienced, and when I came I felt like I was blasting into her mouth with more than just cum, it felt like she sucked some essence out of me, and I had passed out. I was brought back from my momentary revelry by the his grunting, moments before he threw his head back, and buried his cock down my throat. I could feel the pulses of semen as they blasted through his cock, across my tongue and strait into my stomach. As he lost consciousness I pulled back sucked out the last of his load to taste his sour salty load on my tongue, He fell to his knees before falling onto his back on the carpet in front of me. I swirled his load around my mouth feeling the now familiar changes happen. My dripping throbbing pussy contracting and shrinking, until it actually popped out, my clit becoming a small cock, and then a larger cock, and then a beautiful 8" wonder. Looking down at it sticking rampantly up out of my panties, framed by my large breasts on either side it was a bit disconcerting, and yet erotic. I stroked it a few times, it wasn't the same exactly as my old friend, and feeling my long nails as I gripped it was a strange thrill, but also familiar in a way I rarely got to feel any more. Being unconscious he didn't put up much fight as I rolled him onto his side, On the other hand his bulk wasn't easy for my 5'3" frame to move. I managed to get him up and laying across the ottoman in his apartment living room. It is amazing what becomes normal, I'm sure if someone had been able to look in his window just then and seen a tiny woman with dark red hair trying to move a man almost twice her weight, they would have thought it unusual, and yet for me it had become just another Friday night. My new cock was so urgent in its need, I felt I was hardly in control as I slathered it with the anal lube I now keep in my purse, and I carry a purse now? I'm sure any of my "dates" that see it think it is for them, and in a way it is. Prepared, I kneel behind his still unconscious form, my cock aching for release. My panties are around my ankle and my high fuck me heels are still on as I move forward to press my cock head against his anus. I pushed slowly forward, feeling his tight ass open up to my invasion, inch after inch slides into his virgin as ass. I bottom out and start to slowly pull back, only to repeat the process slightly faster, pushing forward again, and I pulling out again, my red bangs falling in my eyes, I started to build a rhythm. Soon I was thrusting all the way in, and pulling most of the way out with abandon. My magically engorged balls slapping against his. He squirmed under me, his eyes widening as I continued to rape his probably virgin ass, my hand on his back was sufficient to hold him down. Within seconds his moans told me of his feelings about my activities, no doubt his cock was beginning to throb back to life again, getting fucked by the avatar of a goddess seems to do that to men. I felt bad for a moment, knowing he would never stick his cock in anyone again, after a night with me and my curse, my victims became 100% submissive bottoms, the ones I had found after were typically addicted to cock anywhere they could find it, from strait or gay men, probably tgirls too. My empathy for the guy I was fucking was fleeting though as my super charged cock compelled me on, I slipped past his anal ring over and over and felt as he started thrusting back to meet me. My breasts were swinging wildly and I could feel a load building in my newly dropped balls, his ass felt so tight, clenching as my cock thrust in, I couldn't take it anymore, thrusting deep, I held my cock in him at its maximum, my toes curled in my heels, I was swearing to many gods I blew my load up his ass. Pulse after pulse of my seed surging out my new dick and filled his ass. I slowly pulled out, my cock deflating, and as the head popped out of his anal ring, a large amount of the semen I had deposited slipped out of his ass also, and slowly dripped down his balls. He groaned, no doubt feeling a painful emptiness, even though he had probably been an anal virgin 20 minutes before. He still laid across the ottoman, seemingly exhausted. I noticed that there was semen on the ottoman where his deflating cock lay, and realized the clenching of his ass on my cock, which caused me to come had been a signal of his own orgasm. I walked around him and knelt in front of him, presenting him with my slightly shit flecked flaccid cock. He hungrily consumed or should I say inhaled my cock. Trying to take all of me he chocked and coughed, he wasn't really doing a great job of sucking me clean, but for his first time sucking cock, I guess I shouldn't complain. He was certainly enthusiastic, and with my guidance licked my shaft clean after I pulled out his mouth. I figured it was time to leave before he fully recovered, I pulled my panties back up, pulled my dress back on and walked back out to my car. In my car I surveyed my situation, I was still as beautiful as when I headed out that evening, but I now had some semen on my blouse where it had dripped, drying now, I touched up my lipstick, fixed my bra, maximizing the cleavage, and tucked my cock bock to be better hidden, it was only 10:30 on a Friday, I figured fuck it and started the car, heading to my old favorite bar near my house for a drink to wash the taste out of my mouth. Why does coming like that always leave me horny for more? To be continued... Hera's Curse Ch. 02 My name is Jack, although I've been going by Jessica lately. My life has been a bit crazy these last few weeks. It started a month ago, and since then I've seen and done things I never expected. Here is a brief bit to tell you a little about me, I'm 6 foot even, and keep myself in shape with my regular morning run. I'm 29 with sandy blond hair. I'm fortunate enough to make a living from home doing web site design, I work from my condo, not too far from downtown Seattle. Pretty boring I know. I had so little to share at my high school 10 year reunion last summer, and now I have a lot I wouldn't share. Getting back to how it all started though. I've usually had good luck with women, and see no need to settle down with just one. So like many a Friday before, Friday night found me down at the local sports bar, working my way through an beer or three, watching the game and watching the "game". On that front, a sexy petite brunette walked in, red high heels, matching red lipstick, and a short black dress, just my type I thought. She sat at the bar alone, getting eyes from many of the patrons. Since I was only two seats away, I slid over and offered to buy her a drink. She was maybe 5'5" in heels, with shoulder length brown curls and dark eyes that seemed to tell me she knew all my games. She played along though and got a glass of wine on my dime and I found out her name was Stacy. We chatted about sports and dating while we shared a few more glasses of wine. Soon enough she was running her hand up my thigh under the bar, and edging toward my growing cock. Suddenly the bar tender was in front of me telling me it was last call. I suggested a shot for the road, she said she already had too much to drive, and maybe she should just crash at my place. My evening was working so perfectly. She made a last run to the bathroom, leaving me to think about what I thought was my good luck. I couldn't wait to get her home, get her clothes off and have a few rounds of fun with this lovely nymph, but I tried to keep my car under control and under the speed limit during the drive home, even though she was practically jacking me through my pants the whole way. Arriving at my place, I showed her up the stairs to the condo. She walked in, and did a quick look around, I later realized she was making sure no one else was there, before she let me lead her into my bedroom. Suddenly she was all over me, her hands undressing me, stroking me, caressing me, getting me so worked up, I felt like I was about to blow as I unzipped her dress. Seeing at last the tight body I'd been fantasizing all night. She let her dress slowly fall, reveling her beautiful lace bra, transparent enough that I could she the beautiful dark nipples on her gorgeous breasts, next her tight stomach, then her silky black panties, and finally her shapely legs. How I wanted those legs wrapped around me, but before I could act, she fell to her knees in front of me, and took me in her mouth. She really did take me, engulfing my erect member like a porn star, taking my 7 inches all the way to the hilt right from the start, before backing off till only the crown was being sucked by her ruby lips. She flipped her bra down exposing her breasts to my view, as she looked up at me. There she was my fantasy in panties, nylons and heels with her ample breasts out, inhaling me with a burning lust in her eyes. She stroked the base of my cock into her mouth, while swirling her tongue around the circumcised head. Between the eroticism of the moment, the wine, and this girl, I came. I came a lot, jolt after jolt went through me, my cock spurting into her mouth, my hips thrusting in time with her hand pumping me dry. I looked down at her in my euphoria, cum ran down her chin and hand, as she swirled my essence around on her taste buds. I took a half step back, my cock slipping wetly from her lips, and I collapsed backward onto the bed completely spent, in a way beyond what I had ever felt during orgasm. I actually passed out, the last thing I can remember seeing was Stacy standing up stroking a growing erection that was popping out her silk panties, and then the dreams started. To be continued... Hera's Curse Ch. 03 I had many strange dreams that night, although I think at least one of them was reality. The dreams were a blur, I dreamed I was hundreds or more different women pleasuring so many different men. Men came in me or on me constantly in the dream, each cock different in some way, and the semen different too. The semen always tasting different in some subtle way, myself always craving it. I came to know each mans transgressions through the taste of their seed, no matter where it fell upon my body. The rapist, the abuser, the negligent philanderer, and many more, every crime man perpetuates against woman I learned, even me, the womanizer. I came to see that I was also falling backward in time with each despicable man I pleasured until I reached an ancient setting, and heard what I thought was a goddess speak to me and tell me that in her righteous anger she was placing this curse to snare her adulterous husband and finally be done with him. I awoke to feel a strange bumping feeling, combined with a feeling of fullness. I felt like I was riding on an old bus on a rough road, and needed to go to the bathroom also. As I came to a bit more I realized I was laying on the floor with a pillow under me, and the feeling of fullness I felt was Stacy's cock thrusting into me and her pelvis crushing against the back of my thighs. Strangely I felt relaxed about her raping my ass, or the fact that she had a cock for that matter. I distantly noticed my cock was rampantly hard as my face lay against the floor of my condo, a little drool running out of the corner of my mouth. Her thrusts continued her hands at my waist, pulling my ass back to her as she forced into me, my brain was still fogged and seemed to wander until it focused on the exquisite feeling of her cock in me, and my own throbbing erection rubbing against the pillow under me. I felt a moan escape my lips, as to soon I felt my cock explode under me in a way that was intoxicating, my eyes rolled back as I felt her thrust hard into me one last time unleashing her load in me, only to pull out and shoot the last of it across my ass. I fell back asleep, and woke like that the next morning, my ass sore and gooey, propped up on a pillow for plundering if Stacy returned, the rest of me stiff from sleeping face down on the floor. I showered and tried to laugh it off and hope that it was all a dream, I suspected she had slipped me a hallucinogen as I checked my flat for anything missing. I found my wallet on the table by the front door but it seemed to only be missing $20. Guess she just wanted taxi money? My Saturday continued normally at some point, by evening I was forgetting it with a couple of beers and some Halo. I awoke Sunday feeling normal enough to go for a run although I found my running clothes felt a bit loose. After a couple miles, as I headed toward home I felt an irritation in my nipples. I think I read somewhere that marathoners often tape them to avoid this sort of thing, guess I was sweating more that I thought I was? I did a little bit of work, for a contract, but couldn't focus. Despite worrying I was coming down with something, I felt horny? I pulled up some internet porn, some girls striping, some girl on girl, and was doing ok, clicked on a link that took me to a girl getting fucked and I became entranced. Not too unusual from my normal routine I suppose, but this time I felt myself identifying with the woman, wanting to please the man, wanting to stroke him, touch him, kiss him, spread my legs for him. I stroked my cock thinking about stroking his cock, oddly wishing I could suck my own cock. I came a few minutes later, and quickly shut down the web site, feeling a bit weirded out, and also strangely unsatisfied. I woke up Monday feeling horny and strange, I was definitely feeling out of sorts, I just wore shorts around the house, but I just felt clumsy like everything was slightly off. I masturbated three more times, each time becoming obsessed with whatever cocks were onscreen in my videos. My nipples still felt a bit tingly from the run the day before I again tried to work, and casually happened to rub one of them, I felt a bolt of pleasure run through me, it felt like it shot up to my brain and down to my groin. I couldn't resist I rubbed it gently again. Two seconds later both hands were squeezing, kneading, and pulling on my nipples and pectoral areas. I was looking down at my hands massaging my chest and saw that my cock was tenting my shorts, and a wet spot was developing where the tip of my cock pressed against the fabric. I tried to reach down to stroke my cock through my shorts, but I couldn't resist the pleasure my chest was giving me. My brain fogged with pleasure, I couldn't think, I rubbed and squeezed, moments later my cock fired off making a mess in my shorts. I kept rubbing my nipples anyway until I was exhausted. At least my mind felt invigorated and focused, I cleaned myself up, my cock maybe seemed a bit smaller than normal, but I had just cum after all. The next few days seemed to blur, I focused on work until I got bored, massaged my nipples until I came in my shorts, cleaned up and got back to work again. I didn't leave the house, I didn't eat much, mostly just drank water when I was thirsty, and that was about it. Wednesday night I had a marathon chest rubbing session before deciding I better quit doing it, it seemed like my chest was getting bigger, but not in a muscular way, I went to bed. I awoke Thursday resolved to change. My chest definitely was bigger even though the rest of me felt smaller? I went for my morning pee, and my cock was noticeably smaller, also I felt shorter to the bathroom counter? Looking in the mirror seriously for the first time in days I saw that my chest wasn't just puffy, it looked like I had breasts. My cock was hanging over my balls like a tiny finger resting over some olives, my hips had gotten bigger even as my waist had shrank. As I reached my hands up to scream home alone style I looked at my face in wonder. My features had softened and sharpened becoming quite feminine. Finally while I hadn't shaved in days my cheeks and chin were smooth and my hair had grown inches while changing color to a dark curly brown. I halted mouth open to scream, to shocked to cry out. My hands dropped from my face, and I felt my breasts as I looked in the mirror. I massaged them yet again admiring myself in the mirror like I was looking at another woman pleasing herself for my benefit. My cock didn't harden, but the pleasure from my groin became intense. I stared at myself, I looked so like a woman just my little cock ruined the view. I reached down to cover my cock from view with my hand. When my hand touched the skin above my cock though I felt electrified with a tingling throbbing need. I instantly began rubbing my crotch with my right hand and squeezed my tits with my other. Soon I came, clear liquid squirting from my flaccid cock and running down my leg. A few minutes later I came again. Finally after about an hour and coming a few more times I was satiated. I was freaking out. What was wrong with me, what had that "woman" done to me. I rushed still naked to my phone. I called my doctor and proceeded to ask for a routine physical, but when we couldn't agree on a time and day decided to try scheduling it some other time. My brain tried to ask for help, plead for help, but my stupid mouth just acted like everything was routine. I'm not proud, I felt like I was going insane. I sat down and had a drink, then I had 4 more, I drank to escape. I hadn't been eating all week, and was soon rather loopy. I awoke with a start laying naked on the couch. What day was it, Friday? I was a bit hung over, but not bad. I rolled over and felt breasts (mine) shift against me. I rushed to the bathroom to see what new horrors awaited me. I stood naked in front of the mirror and gazed at a beautiful woman with long brown curly hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. She was beautiful, between her legs a lovely looking pussy was visible. I felt a wave break over me, I was so turned on by myself, I started rubbing myself until I was moaning, my pussy was very wet when I inserted one finger, then two, I thought of cocks. I thought of them thrusting into me, giving me pleasure, bursting their loads upon my tongue, exploding within my pussy, or even forcing into my ass. It felt incredible, I felt a momentary pang of jealousy that woman get to experience this sort of pleasure, a pleasure I would never know until I realized I was. I laughed looking into my eyes in the mirror, bent over fingering myself, my breasts swinging in circles, my fingers thrusting in rapidly creating a squelching noise as my juices started to run down my legs. I came so many times I was in a haze looking into the eyes of this lovely lady that was me. I'm not sure what possessed me next, as I write this I feel like I had been possessed all week. I put on some running clothes and shoes. They were all very loose and my feet were flopping around in my shoes. I headed down the elevator, and took off at a jog to the park. The park near my condo is heavily wooded ravine with lots of trails woven through it, some leading down to a rocky beach. It was a rainy day, I didn't see anyone on the way there, amazingly my breasts didn't really need a bra, they bounced and swayed with my jog, but despite being at least C cup sized they were mostly just pert and perky sticking to the inside of my cold wet tshirt. I ran aimlessly though the woods not sure what I was doing, but feeling good to be doing something normal even if it did have strange aspects. After about 15 minutes of this I saw a gentleman jogging toward me, He was dressed similarly to me, just shorts and a tshirt. He had a leering smile on his otherwise handsome face as he approached. Hera's Curse Ch. 04 Authors note: I have a pretty busy life, will try and continue this in a more timely fashion going forward, sorry. ***** Just to recap, I had met a girl at a bar, had sex and passed out, I awoke to her and her large cock having anal intercourse with me. A few days and some strange dreams later I am now by all appearances a woman, only my mind and taste in clothes were left of my life as a man. To try to reconnect with my apparently lost life and sanity I went for a jog in a heavily wooded park. I continued my jog thinking little of the leering look of the only other jogger in the park in the drizzling rain. I was jogging at a steady pace up and down the hills finally I'd say the sun was setting, but with the heavy overcast clouds it just started to get darker. I realized I was cold and clammy, my shirt stuck to my chest my breasts swinging ridiculously as I jogged, mud was splashed up my legs, and my hair was hanging damp unkempt. I was almost out of the park when I realized I had to pee and soon, rather than continue the 4 blocks home I headed to the park facilities. A mossy cinder block building with men's on the right and women's on the left. I initially headed to the right, before realizing even though no one was around, I would probably be more at home in the ladies facilities. It felt slightly warmer in the bathroom at least, and I proceeded to find out what peeing as a woman was like. Strange and messy I wiped thoroughly before pulling my underwear and shorts back up. I washed at the sink (cold water and no soap, bleh), and headed out the door. I was just stepping through the doorway when something dark against the dark ground encircled my neck. I was confused as a very strong arm pulled me bodily back into the bathroom. My feet kicked out uselessly as my attacker lifted me almost off the ground with one hand around my neck and the other wrapping under my new breasts. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, my hands clutched at the arm around my neck trying to pull it down but it was so strong. I was pulled back into the bathroom, my attacker his lips near my left ear spoke, saying "don't struggle and you won't get hurt". I was getting light headed from my struggles against the strong arm around my neck, I felt my vision tunneling. I don't know if the fight went out of me, or I just thought it would be easier. Either way I found myself back in the stall I had just used, only this time I was being forced to bend over with my attacker pushing me down. I supported myself with my hands on the cold clammy pipe above the stool. Behind me he finally let go of me for a moment, only to reach with both hands and yank my shorts and underwear down in one move. My wet clothes on the floor, tangling my muddy feet I felt trapped, I couldn't stand up or balance with my feet tangled together my attacker leaning over me and concrete walls on three sides. I struggled to get my feet with my shoes still on out of my shorts. I was bucking and struggling although still bent over when I felt his warm hands on my cold buttocks. He ran has hands up and down my ass massaging and stroking until his right hand slipped between my legs. To his and my surprise, and my horror, he found me very wet, and he quickly slipped two fingers into my vagina. I felt revolt at my unseen attacker violating me this way, but his warm fingers felt nice and to my surprise my back arched as I thrust back against his fingers, a moan escaped my lips. What was wrong with me, my mind reeled, attacked in a bathroom like this I should be kicking this guy's ass, instead my body only wanted to act like a slut? I finally got a foot free of my shorts, but realized the pleasure of his fingering me was too exquisite. I stayed, right where he had left me legs slightly splayed now that I was mostly naked, bent over with both hands holding the pipe in front of me to keep my balance. I felt warm rain running down my inner thighs, I looked back under my wet tshirt only to see that the moisture was just my own warm juices running down from where his fingers thrust into me. My wet breasts hung against the shirt I was wearing swinging in pendulous circles I realized my breasts were swinging because I was thrusting back against my rapists fingers. I then felt a pang of sadness as the pleasure bringing fingers were roughly removed from my saddened cunt. I glanced back under my breasts again and saw my rapist push his own jogging shorts down and a medium sized hard cock spring into view. It didn't look so different from my own I thought, but I only had a moment to contemplate what was about to happen and the very strange journey that had got me here. I felt something push against my tight wet channel, and then with one long juicy thrust my rapist jammed his rampant cock into my hot wet virginal passage. I cried out from a sharp pain, but it dissipated quickly to be replaced my an ungodly pleasure coming from my groin. The penis thrusting into me was creating a tsunami wave of pleasure that built with each thrust, and built again with the friction of its retreat. In and out, in and out, my mind was a blur, I felt drunk and giddy, I felt I had achieved my one true purpose in life, he grasped me by the hips, not that I was going anywhere, and used the leverage to fuck me harder. His groin slapping wetly against mine, his wet stomach slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. He fucked me like that for a while before reaching down into my shirt and grasping my right breast. He ground deep into me as he pulled and squeezed my tit, it somehow added to the pleasure and degradation I felt. I felt he cock thrust deep into me so many times I lost track of time, at some point I felt my eyes roll back and my knees start to buckle. I felt him lean lower and now he was grasping and pulling both of my breasts, his chest grinding on my back, his hot breath in my ear I cried out in pleasure that went on and on. I realized I had never felt such joy and never such pleasure, my body was on fire, tingling from my toes to my addled brain, it went on and on my first orgasm as a woman until heard him grunt and I felt his groin thrust against my ass as his hands pulled back sharply on my breasts, he held himself fast against him as his cock burst its seed inside me, finishing my deflowering. My brain was in despair, I had been raped, and enjoyed it, my hypersensitive body even got pleasure as his softening penis slipped from my folds, a small amount cum and my own copious juices following it. I thought he would release me, or maybe kill me, I was scared as I felt him pushing down heavily on me , his head resting on my shoulder. I bent lower if that was what he wanted, hoping would either let me free, or somehow let me experience again the physical joy he had just brought me. At some point as I lowered his weight on me was too much and I collapsed onto the park toilet, the cold plastic and steel hurt cold and hard against my naked body. I lay there a moment unsure what my attacker wanted. Until I felt him slide off me, our rain wet bodies still slippery, he slid off me and onto the floor ending up looking like a pathetic drunk collapsed next to the toilet his shorts and underwear still around his feet. I stood to run, also just to get my body away from the cold of the disgusting metal and plastic toilet. I wasn't surprised to see the face of my assailant was the leering jogger from an hour previous, the only other person I had seen in the darkening park. I ran. I ran out the door into the darkening night. I ran probably almost a block in the cold drizzling rain before I realized I didn't know where I was going, I didn't have a key to my apartment, and who was going to let this wet woman wearing just a tshirt and muddy shoes into my unit. So I returned, I walked back, partly hoping that he would be gone by the time I returned, also my legs felt strange. As I walked I felt something flopping between my legs. I reached down thinking my attacker had hurt me or attached something to me. Instead I immediately realized I was grabbing a cock, a large healthy one. Out of habit, and because it felt nice I started stroking its turgid length. It responded rapidly until by the time, just a few minutes later, I returned to the bathroom stall, I had a considerable erection. Strangely my new cock was a bit sticky, I realized my new cock was covered with the same skin that had been my vagina a few moments ago. And the stickiness was his cum load that he had deposited into me, now being rubbed into my new cock. Strangely my new cock was uncircumcised and felt very rigid. I quickly bent to retrieve my shorts and mentally debated between putting them on here or in the rain outside. I slipped my feet in and pulled them up, they were men's shorts on my petite female legs so they slid up easily even though wet. When I got to my erection I didn't know what to do, it was throbbing with an infernal heat, I stopped dressing and grasped it again. I couldn't let it go, I was so horny I hadn't realized the feeling in the panic and strangeness of it all, but now that I recognized it I couldn't resist it I stood their wet in my tshirt with my shorts around my thighs my small famine hand stroking my considerable erection. I hunched forward my need was so great, I managed to think if I could just cum I would be free and run from this place. I jerked my new cock my hand flying up and down pulling the loose skin back from the head and forward again, after a few minutes I was getting going crazy, my need was so great and yet I couldn't seem to cum. I looked at my former attacker seemingly still passed out by the toilet, and almost without thinking I fell to my knees behind him. I grasped the disgusting rim of the toilet with one hand and guided my throbbing angry cock to his hole. I spread his cheeks and pushed the tip against his anus. He still laid breathing shallowly. In some part of my brain I thought fuck him this rapist deserved it, and fuck him I did. I pushed slowly in the last of our juices and the water dripping from my shirt and hair the only lube. I felt a peace settle over me as I my small pelvis came to rest against his ass. I needed more and so I began to stroke slowly in and out of his ass. I built up rapidly to a furious pace, similar to the speed I had been jerking to moments ago. My anger at this rapist fueled me and overcame any remorse I might have felt for this man. I felt a new ecstasy building in me until I felt my scrotum tighten and my own cum blast from my cock into his body. It was heaven again, a short trip to heaven this time, but an amazing feeling never the less. I almost collapsed on him before realizing I was balls deep in some strange and dangerous man and I had best run now, no that my painful erection had subsided and slipped from his neither passage. My cock was slimy and disgusting with our combined juices and a little brown matter. I staggered back from my attacker, now my victim pulled my shorts the rest of the way up and ran. The rain felt cold and I felt dirty, what had I done, and what had been done to me. Why had he passed out and why had my rampant cock practically forced me to rape him. I got home, showered, then thought about it and showered again. Then I did some internet browsing to try and see if anyone had ever had a similar medical condition to myself. I mostly ended up getting directed to tranny porn and ended the night masturbating while watching some porn of some hot girls giving blowjobs. I came and felt like my life was a little more under control, yes I played with my own breasts while I stroked my cock, and yes sometimes my mind would wander and I would wonder what sucking a cock was like, but mostly I enjoyed the porn like I always had, and tired after the bazaar day I climbed into bed and fell asleep quickly. It's crazy the way the brain can rationalize anything. I was to be a beautiful transsexual I guessed, I would have to decide how I would deal with this. I did enjoy playing with my breasts, but if I could pay to get them removed maybe I could go back to living as a man?