Note: all the names mentioned in this story are fictional and any relationship to real persons or entities is purely coincidental.

The tricky part of life is that it can either change radically or disappear altogether in an often seemingly capricious turn of events. Adult onset diseases, disabling accidents, natural disasters, crazy people waking up one day and deciding to spray their workplace with small arms fire. Nonetheless, I have always thought of myself as a realist and regarded the fascination with the purported supernatural by some folks as delusional and a sign of oncoming or extant mental illness.

Well, I now have a much more open mind about things that could be outside the realm of the day to day plod of conventional physics and it all began with the turn of a coin.

Just a little over a year ago, I pulled into my driveway after work. Several weeks before that, I had my garage renovated so that I could use it as a music room. Thus, I could no longer park in it. If I had been able to just pull into the garage as I did in the past, none of the ensuing story would have happened. Anyway, I got out of my car on a very bright and warm Southern California day and saw something glinting in the sunlight near the curb. For whatever reason, I decided to go see what it was. It turned out to be what initially appeared to be a silver dollar. I didn't really examine it closely. Instead, I stuck it in my pocket and headed indoors.

Later that same night, I emptied my pockets before tossing my pants in the laundry hamper and noticed the coin again. My curiosity piqued, I took a gander at it and it wasn't currency at all. Rather, it was actually larger than a silver dollar and, on the front, it had a raised hand with the legend on the top half that read, "the hand of fate." On the back, it said in a smaller font, "make three wishes, snap fingers.". My immediate thought was to smirk and silently snark, "so which Chuck E. Cheese did the guy who lost this get it from?"

Okay, now here is the thing with me: I have a really restless mind. In fact, I suffer sleep problems because I can't seem to turn my brain off some nights as I contemplate anything ranging from politics various fantasies I have. I am really easily bored, too, and so my focus often goes on holiday. And so it was with this coin. In the hamster wheel routine of life in the cubicle ghettos of corporate America and the tedium it tends to foster, my mind somehow kept going back to the coin as I pondered just how, if one really did have three wishes, one could phrase them for the most optimum benefit.

You remember the scene in Close Encounters where the main character begins obsessively building a replica of Devil's Tower? The challenge of the wishes became that kind of obsession for me if, for anything else, to take a cerebral break from the stultifyingly prosaic nature of the workplace. I actually began writing the wishes down and then editing them, constantly reshaping them, almost taking a lawyerly approach to them. Some people have really dumb preoccupations and this became mine for a couple of weeks. The consequences, though, would turn out to be profound.

So once I decided that I was happy with the construction of my wishes, they were these:

1. I wanted to be a 21 year old Japanese-American female who looks exactly like the popular Japanese 5'3" 100 pound rock singer Suki Hakamada (I love Asian women and wanted to find out what it would be like to be an attractive member of that gender and ethnicity) who would never physically or mentally age or deteriorate and who would never gain weight no matter how much I ate with straight jet black hair down to the small of my back, c cup breasts, dark brown nipples that become a half inch long when they are erect and which give immense pleasure when they are sucked, bitten, pinched, stroked or rubbed, a completely hairless torso, arms and legs, who would never be afflicted by any disease or victimized by any crime, accident or stalking and who would never get pregnant no matter how much semen was ejaculated into me or on me and has light and painless periods plus be a virtuoso guitarist who would know how to play anything after hearing it just once, and the same sex drive I had when I was an 18 year old male while both men and women will know how to lick and suck my clitoris to bring me to orgasm in five minutes and to multiple orgasms in ten, who will be able to orgasm after five minutes of vaginal intercourse and have multiple orgasms after ten minutes of that who can not only take any size penis inside me comfortably, including in my ass, but able to deep throat it and like the taste and texture of semen, and my family would think that I was always part of it , I would instinctively know how to dress, move and make myself up as women though I would think like the bisexual man I was before I found the coin, do and have a huge wardrobe of flattering casual, formal and fetish attire to wear plus I would be able to speak every language on the planet and cook like the finest chefs in the world.

2. I want to live for another 1000 years and during that time there will be no more war, environmental problems such as global warming will be effectively addressed without degrading the standard of living of civilized society, communism, religion and conservatism will cease to have any significant following, there  will be no discrimination against homosexuals, businessmen and politicians will actually work for the good of the people as a whole rather than engaging in self aggrandizement, there will be no more use of alcohol or other intoxicants, and anyone who wants a family wage job and a college education will be able to get one, the latter for free, no woman will have more than two children, anyone suffering from genetically born afflictions such as MS, Muscular Dystrophy and and Sickle Cell Anemia will be cured then at the end of the 1000th year I will die peacefully in my sleep.

3. I will have 10 billion dollars US in my bank account under my new name of Miwa Suzuki and the bank I put it in will never go out of business or slide into bankruptcy with the tellers knowing who I am automatically while the IRS will never bug me about where I got the money or how I use it and I will have credit cards with no credit limits and 25% of that money will be in a checking account plus they will be in my new name as will all of my identity documents, including my passport, my driver's license and my social security card.

At the time I was about to recite this out loud, I saw it more as a way to flush the idea of all this out of my head than anything else. I read the wishes, snapped my fingers and then I saw a flash of light.

The next thing I consciously knew after that, I was waking up at around 5 a.m. the next day with a major need to piss. Feeling like I had just been hit by a truck I was so groggy,, I slogged off to the bathroom more or less by reflex. I reached into my boxers to pull my cock out and, huh? Nothing there! "Oh come on dumbass," I thought to myself. I kept rifling my shorts, but couldn't seem to find anything to grab on to. Now in a state of bemused panic, I looked in the mirror and here was my reaction: "Holy shit! I'm a chick! Yes! Fucking yes!"

When I saw the incredibly lovely Japanese face staring back at me, I suddenly had the realization that I had tits! I normally only sleep in my boxers, or sometimes even in nothing at all. I looked down and voila, no more man boobs, but soft, tear drop shaped dark brown nipple topped breasts, gazongas, knockers, fill in the slang term here. But first, my bladder was still complaining, so I sat on the toilet and emptied it. while I started to play with my brand new milk knobs. "Fucccckkkkk" I shivered as the pleasurable sensation went through me like ripples do in a lake that just had a stone skipped on it.

I raised myself off of the shitter and wiped my pussy with a sheet of toilet paper. I returned to the mirror and gazed into the face that I was still having a hard time believing was now mine. Of course, I also frigged my equally factory fresh clit and stuck a couple of fingers inside myself, too, thinking to myself, "oh yeah, life is about to get REAL good!"

From the time I hit puberty, I've been a major horndog. I masturbated several times a week even though I was in my 40's before the metamorphosis occurred. In addition, while I have had my fair share of action from women down through the years, I always envied their ability to get sex whenever they wanted it, even taking into account some of the nonsense that they have to put up with.

What then crossed my mind was the question of just how many of the provisions in my crazily constructed group of wishes would materialize. You ever see that episode of Rod Serling's Night Gallery where a group of kids gets to make a bunch of wishes and they all backfire very unpleasantly? I was dearly hoping that none of that would happen to me.

Okay, so it was first things first. I decided to take a shower, playing with my tits some more as the water cascaded off of them. When I left the shower, I dried myself off, wrapping the towel around my head and walking naked into my bedroom. I had never, ever before curled a towel to deal with wet hair and now here I was doing it by instinct. When I entered the bedroom. there was an enormous pile of clothes shoved up against my closet and part of the wall to its right. I found a pair of cotton panties, a cute little jean skirt, a bra and a hello kitty t-shirt as well as some white ankle socks and a pair of running shoes and put them on. Then I returned to the bathroom to blow dry my hair. Oops, I never owned a blow dryer. I was a guy, for crying out loud! "Shit!" I cursed to myself. All I could do was brush my new luxurious head of hair out and let nature sap the moisture out of it. Fortunately, it looked fucking great after it did so.

Brushed my teeth, went downstairs and had a bowl of cereal for breakfast, but about half the portion I did when I was a male, and while I was eating thought about all the cock I was going to suck and get fucked by. I started feeling wet between my legs and my nipples hardened. Then I thought about all the lesbian pussy I was going to see. That made me even more aroused. My clit felt like a miniature cock, which is what it is, in a sense. It was stiff, warmer than I remember my dick ever becoming and I wanted to rub it real bad. So I flopped back into bed, pulled my panties down, undid my bra, and "jilled off" (the female equivalent of "jacking off"). The sensation that hit me when I felt myself going over the edge was amazing, seeming to warm my whole body. However, to tell you the truth, I missed spurting cum. Shooting your wad was like one's reward for a job well done. Messy, yeah.

Now my lefthand (I'm a righty who has always masturbated southpaw; don't ask me why) was soaked. Of course, I smelled it and boy, was that a nice fragrance, exactly like what my nose picked up when I ate pussy as a man. And the taste, again, like back in my meat and two veg inclusive period, was awesome.

At that point, it was still three hours before the bank opened. I phoned into work and told them (my old moniker) would no longer be reporting for duty and see ya. Boy, that felt good! I threw a cd by Yngwie Malmsteen into the old what passed for my stereo system while warming up my amp and strapping on my Strat, which felt heavier on me now than it did when I was a 200 plus pounds of U.S. male. I listened to "Black Star," the opening track, then I tried to play it from memory. It was letter perfect. And it felt natural, too, like I could have improvised over it if I chose to rather than becoming a human jukebox. I went on the net and looked at websites in several different languages. No problem understanding any of them.

Well shit, I'm batting 1.000 at the moment. Now is there an uppance coming at the bank? As it turned out, no. When I walked into my bank and reached the head of the line, the merchant teller said, "Ms. Suzuki, I can help you over here!" I withdrew ten grand without having to sign anything or show ID. I then made plans to move to nicer digs in California.

And as for living for a millenium, I guess I was just going to have to ride that one out and see if I was bestowed with that gift.

I flew down to southern California and bought a million dollar place in a well known and respected upper middle class community there. And while where I lived wasn't a gated community, it did have a pool, rec room and gym for the residents of my new development to use. Sweet!

It was the pool that enabled me to get fucked for the first time as a female (note: I had never had sex with men as a male, but I did suck a few cocks).. I went down there and swam some laps clad only in a white bikini and when I finished, dried myself off and then laid on a lounge chair to relax in the sun. When I walked by, there was this decently attractive man who must have been in his late 50's looking at me. I flashed him a smile and said a soft "hi" and reclined in my chair. "Are you new here?" he began? "Yeah, I moved in last month, but it is just now I have gotten some of the renovations I wanted down to my house done." "I'm John. Nice to meet you," he grinned. Since I used to be a guy, I knew he was already hoping to bone me. "I'm Miwa," I responded, shaking his hand. "So where are you from Miwa/" Hmmm, this was a dilemma. I had to make up a bullshit story and fast. "I was born in Tokyo but was adopted when I was like three and brought to the U.S." "Oh, so you're Japanese then! Japanese women are so beautiful." I giggled even as I was thinking in the back of my mind that what he said was pretty patronizing.

"So what do you do Miwa?" he continued. "Uh, I'm a freelance interpreter and translator as well as a musician." "How can you afford to live here, though?" "Uh, my grandfather was a high powered corporate attorney and I was his favorite grandchild and he left me a nice inheritance." Now THAT was major league bullshitting! "Great!" he smarmed. Meanwhile I was thinking, "dude, stop with the bullshit and just proposition me because I will go to bed with you." I was interested to see if the one clause of my group of wishes concerning abolishing the use of intoxicants took hold and he would invite me to his place for something other than drinks. "Well look Miwa, I'm going to go back to my place, but you're welcome to come and hang out with me if you want." Yep, cross that one off the list. "still batting 1.000 Miwa," mentally patting myself on the back.

I told him I would be "delighted to get to know one of my new neighbors" and followed him as he padded back to his McMansion. He was very tall, probably pushing 6'4" and well over 200 pounds and in decent shape. He was a little balding, but presentable. When we were making small talk before he finally busted a move on me, he disclosed that he divorced his wife a few years ago and that he ran the branch of a major corporation in town (which turned out to be factual, btw). When the conversation began to dwindle as we sat next to each other on his living room sofa, our eyes met and I soon felt his lips on mine and then his tongue. Hey, he was a pretty decent kisser!" I evaluated silently. I put my arms around him and we made out for a fair amount of time. I knew he had to be rock hard by now. I was wet and he had untied my bikini top and was fondling my boobs, which felt really good. I was hoping he would suck them soon. I wanted to know what that felt like.

He slid his right hand into my crotch and began rubbing my pussy. God, I loved the roughness of his hands against my clit. I was now so hot to trot and my pussy felt like somebody had poured 40 weight crude into it, it was that lubricated. I slipped my hand into his trunks and put it around his penis, but just barely because it was thick and it felt like it had some length on it. We were both now moaning and I wanted to suck him something awful. I love sucking cock. I went down to my knees as he smiled at me from above and I pulled his bathing suit off of him. It was a gorgeous dick. I licked it up and down its full seven inches a couple of times before enclosing the head between my lips and sucking gently on it a few times. He moaned and was madly secreting precum, which I lapped up and swallowed. I actually wanted to make him cum because then when he plows me he would last longer.

My mouth went further down his shaft until I had swallowed the whole thing, as I heard him go, "Oh fuck, Jesus, I haven't had head like this in a long time." I began to bob my head up and down, slowly at first, my tongue savoring the texture of his shaft and cockhead, before I quickened the pace, trying to milk him with my lips. Within five minutes, he was spurting his creamy spunk all over my cakehole. I collected it on my tongue, showed it to him and then swallowed the lot with a smile.

"Come on Miwa, let's go up to my bedroom," he offered. "Okay sweety," I agreed. I entered his bedroom, which was surprisingly neat considering it supposedly hadn't had a woman's touch for a number of years. I dropped my bikini bottom, leaving me completely naked. I climbed into bed and he kissed me and pawed my breasts again. Then he lowered his head down to my nipples and began to suck on them. Oh my God! When I felt the pull of his suction I let out a loud moan and felt a rush throughout my body. My clit quivered as his tongue slathered my now firm teats. I closed my eyes to concentrate the sensations in my brain.

After about five minutes of that, he kissed his way down my tummy and to my snatch. I felt his tongue slipping and sliding all over my clit, sending little jolts of pleasure through me every time it batted my love button. "You taste divine," he flattered. "I bet I do!" I laughed in my head. And as my wishes dictated, within five minutes he blasted me off into orbit, as an orgasm tore through me like a dog on the tail of a cat, my body feeling flushed and I was having trouble controlling my breathing. He kept at it and once another five minutes passed by, I was writhing and bucking my hips in the throes of ecstasy, pulling his head into my crotch and never wanting that feeling to end.

I guess a fair amount of time had elapsed now, as I felt his weight on my body. I knew he was going to fuck me. Now the question was whether I was going to bleed and experience pain other virgins did. I felt the tip of his cock at the opening of my cunt and then my vaginal walls being pushed apart by his burrowing manhood. The sensation was indescribable. I felt full and I was aching for his dick anyway after the repeated orgasms. He began to thrust and I grabbed his ass and helped him bury his sperm gun inside me over and over, my eyes rolled back in my head and I basically became a slave to the pleasure he was dishing out to as he ravaged my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his back to take him as deep inside me as possible, telling him to fuck me hard. God, I wanted his cock back in me so much when it would withdraw on his outstrokes. It was like the most important thing in the world that he shove it back into me ASAP. I guess I dug my fingernails into his biceps as he continued to slam his meat into me because I saw the marks I had left on him when we were done. As yet another orgasm was bolting into me, I heard him let out a couple of loud grunts and then an "oh shit!" I felt his cockhead get a little larger as he began to unload inside me, but that was about it. Otherwise, all I felt was a warm, wet feeling near my cervix when we were done.

He collapsed on top of me and then, thankfully, rolled off. Now I know a lot of guys don't know what to say to a woman after the act, so I initiated the conversation. "Oh my God John, that was amazing!" I encouraged him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did," he said. I felt his cum begin to leak out of me and drip down my taint and then on to the bed sheets next to my butt. "Maybe we can do this again sometime," he basically begged. I hugged him and told him I would like that very much, which elicited a grin from him.

My body and brain felt like someone had dumped a cargo container full of endorphins in it. It's not that I wanted to sleep like many guys do (been there, done that!) after sex, but God, I felt like everything was right with the world. Now the question was, would I get pregnant or an STD as a result of this? So far the answer to that has been negative, thankfully.

I knew that John wanted me out of the house pretty quickly. That's how guys operate with casual sex. So I made the excuse that "I had better get back home. My dogs are expecting their walkies," which was true enough. But it was indeed just an excuse so things didn't conclude on a socially clumsy note. I reclaimed my bikini and headed out the door. I gave him my cellphone number if he wanted a return engagement and also so he could check if I was occupied or not. "If I don't answer, I'm either busy or gone," I reminded him.

As I walked down my street from John's place, I saw a group of three teenagers, probably college age. As John's cum was still exiting my fuckhole, I saw them staring at me. I would have stared at me, too, if I was still a man. I waved at them. Now I was going to bring my three cute little doggies out and I was interested to see if the boys had the stones to try to pick me up. I wasn't interested in having the train pulled on me (and I still haven't had sex with more than one person at a time as we speak), but I was just curious. They were pretty cute, too. "Jesus, I really am becoming a chick," I scolded myself.

I jumped into the shower to spray the last of the cum out of me and toweled off. After changing into a pair of jean shorts, a tank top and the previously mentioned ankle socks and running shoes, I leashed my three mutts and took them out the door toward a park that was maybe a quarter mile from my house. As I got within earshot of the boys, I gave them a cheerful, 'Hi guys!" and then strolled past them. I heard them muttering something. I think they were shocked that the hot little Asian girl greeted them twice seemingly out of the blue. My dogs and me arrived at the park unmolested and I let them roam there for about an hour before I opted to go home. I didn't see the boys on the return trip. They either weren't into Asian women or they just didn't have the guts. I certainly did my share of bottling out in my life as a  boy. So I didn't particularly feel negatively toward them and was willing to give them another chance to get into my panties.

That was the last of the action I would have any shot at that day since I spent the rest of it playing guitar. I also set up a You Tube account so that I could show off my skills on my instrument there. I always wondered how many guys watch girl guitarists on that site and then wack it afterward. I never did that, though.

The following day I went in to a sex chat room dedicated to the county I am in to troll for cock. "Hi guys! I'm a 21 year old Japanese-American female looking for NSA sex in (my town). with in decent physical shape white, black and Asian guys.No beer guts, please. I'm into oral sex (I can deep throat and yes, I swallow) and light bondage (but only after I get to know you first) as well as spanking and just regular vanilla sex. I don't do anal, bathroom stuff, animals or any other really crazy stuff. White and black guys please be circumcised. Asian guys I don't care if you are or not. Those sending me a full length picture of themselves are guaranteed a response" is what I wrote. I got a message from a white guy who worked in the area who just wanted to stop by on his lunch break for a quick hummer. He showed me his picture and I would have let him fuck me if he wanted. So a couple of hours later, he showed up at my doorstep. "Who is it?" I shouted after hearing the knock at the door." "It's Glenn from the __4sex chat group." I opened the door and we hugged then I went down on him right there in my foyer. He was probably about six inches and average thickness. While he was in my mouth, he bent down and put his hand inside my bra under my blouse. I stopped what I was doing and removed what was concealing my tits and he was soon back being pleasured by my tongue, lips and throat. "I've never had a chick deep throat me before," he lamented in between sighs. The roughness of his breathing then escalated and I knew he was about to go off and he did, littering my piehole with his warm, thick manjuice.

"Oh fuck Miwa, that was just the stress reliever I needed. "My wife doesn't like giving bjs and swallowing cum is completely out of the question, so thanks!" "Anytime baby," I allowed. 'Don't be a stranger!" "Don't worry about that!" he laughed.

I went to the supermarket shortly after he left and then I took my dogs out once I arrived home with the groceries. I saw one of the teenage boys just hanging out on his front porch talking on his cellphone on my way back from the park. I gave him a little wave. He hung up his phone and came running up to me giving me the usual wigger bullshit. "Dude, you're trying too hard, relax," I warned him. "Be yourself and not something you're not." That kind of put him back on his heels and he apologized and began speaking like an actual human being. It turned out his name was Todd and he was 19. He worked at a 7-11. Considering the wealth of his parents, they had to be pretty disappointed in him since he wasn't in school while doing a dead end job. He told me he thought I was beautiful (again with the trying too hard!) and seemed friendly since I had waved to them when I passed him and his friends. I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said no. He was kind of gangly and not particularly bright, so I can understand why he couldn't attract a girl. I asked him if he was still a virgin. I expected more bravado from him, but he confessed that he had never had sex before. I looked down at his crotch and he had a hard on. Not that I was surprised, mind you.

I don't know if it was because I understood how devastating it can be when you're a guy and women ignore you or what, but I decided to show the kid the ropes. I took him back to my place and sat him down and had a long talk with him about women and how to not be a loser. Then I had him follow me up the stairs and ordered him to strip and take a shower with me. "Are you serious?" he replied, apparently doubting his own ears. "Totally. Get 'em off boy!" I lightheartedly commanded. I likewise lost what I was wearing and stood before him as probably the first woman he had ever seen naked. I opened the door to the shower stall and waited for him to join me before shutting the door behind him. I put my arms around his neck and told him to kiss me. That did not go well. So I told him to relax and slow down and try to communicate something in his kisses. "Don 't just slobber on me" I taught him.

"Look at my face and then my body, not the other way around Todd. You're not getting with a body, but with a person. Show some respect."  Then I had him lather me up with the soap, suggesting he relax and be gentle and to experience this second by second and take in everything your senses are telling you. "Do you like the way the water makes my body look?" I asked. "Yes I do," he said. "Then tell me! And put your hand on my cheek and give me tender kisses every now and then." The problem with Todd, as it is with too many other guys is that he was viewing me as if I was a mechanical device and not a human being who has her own way of looking at things and who has been reared differently from boys. So I talked to him about setting a mood and carefully watching the signals he gets from his partner.

I turned my back to him and told him to stroke my breasts softly and continue kissing me. His kissing was improving markedly now and I actually began getting kinda worked up. I reached down and started stroking his cock. "You have a nice cock there Todd. If you can relax, stop fronting and work on your communication skills you'll get a chance to use it a lot." I encouraged him.

I turned around and sunk to my knees and put his stiff cock in my mouth. "Oh fuck, that feels good Miwa," he moaned. My lips were rubbing his big dick tightly before my throat got a taste and he let out a long sigh when he felt my throat muscles squeeze it. Two minutes later,  he launched his baby batter from his balls into a girl's orifice for the first time in his life. I stood up and opened my mouth to display his cum on my tongue. Then I swallowed it. A huge grin crossed his face.

"Did that feel good sweety?" "Oh God, I've never felt anything like that in my life." "Okay, let's get dried off and head to my bedroom."

I got into bed and had him lay on my right. "Okay, you've cum and it will take a bit before you're able to get it up again. So again, relax, take it slow and work on getting me hot for you. Let's start with some kissing and some kind words." 'What should I say?" "Tell me something that shows you care about me, not a cliche line you think will allow you to get your cock inside of her that she has already heard a thousand times already anyway." I laid there and waited for him to come up with something. Finally, he made his play: "I really love your eyes." "Okay, but why do you love my eyes? What do you see in them that reflects something about me?" "God, this is hard." "Yeah, women are a pain in the ass, hahahaha." After more silence, I tried to provoke him with, "When you look into my eyes, what do you feel?" "There's just something nice about them." 'So do you think that my eyes reflect my niceness?" "Yeah." "You know, if you studied harder in school you would have more of a vocabulary so you can describe to the object of your affection what is so special about her." "Yeah." "Kiss me again," I told him. He did and and I kept pulling him back for more because he needed the practice and because I wanted his eight inch cock to get hard again.

"Okay baby, now suck on my nipples," I guided him. Wordlessly, he did as I said and I instructed him on how to handle a girl's breasts and how much suction to exert on their nipples. "Oh yes, that feels so good now Todd. Don't stop," I urged him. I took his righthand and placed it on my pussy. "Rub it gently baby. Press in just a bit on the top part. That is the clitoris." I was starting to feel really good. "That's it baby, be patient and keep that up." Soon, my breathing was becoming unruly and then I came all over his hand, my vaginal muscles having explosive contractions.

"Okay sweety, now eat me." "I don't know how." "Yeah, nobody does their first time. Relax your jaw and tongue. Now scoot your head down so you can see my pussy." He did so and then I pointed where my clit was. "This is the pleasure button of any female. Some women are more sensitive than others there. So listen carefully to her reactions and act accordingly. Also, gently put two fingers in my pussy and you will feel ridges on the upper wall just inside the opening. That is the g spot. Stimulating that feels really, really good. You have to do it lightly in a motion like you are calling someone over to you." I felt his fingers sliding into me and then he found my g spot. "Yes, right there baby. Keep gently rubbing it. And while you do that, I want you to lightly suck on my clit and roll your tongue against it, too."

Within ten minutes, I was having multiple orgasms and desperately wanting to be fucked. "When you're ready baby I want you to stick that gorgeous dick inside me." He immediately halted the oral action and moved up on me. I guided his cock to my opening and he pushed it into me. "Oh yes baby, all the way in. Oh fuccckkkkkkk." Then I felt him thrusting and I whispered to him, "now to last a long time, you need to just relax, clear your head so you aren't thinking about anything and just be a cock pumping machine. Then after the girl has orgasmed, you can turn your brain back on and go to town."

My vaginal muscles eagerly clamped on to this turgid shaft and God, the friction was heavenly! I had my legs around his hips as he continually buried his fleshspear into my pita pocket. I was smelling his scent after the shower and enjoying the sensations his cock was giving me A LOT. Oh God yes, I didn't want to let go. "Fuck yes baby, ram that dick into me, oh yes ohhhhh" I reflexively pined, my brain now beholden only to how my pussy is capturing his rod. "Oh God baby, oh yes, fuck me hard! Faster! I'm going to cum!" I yelled before I let out a series of gasps and then a long sigh while the orgasm sunk its talons into every part of my being.

"Oh God baby, mmmmm," I said to him as he continued to ream my sperm catcher. "God Miwa, this feels even better than the bj you gave me!" he propounded. "Oh yes baby, God, that feels so good, I can never get enough of sex. Fuck me good sweety, give it to me hard!" I was close again, my vaginal walls emitting obscene sounds as he pounded his sausage into me. Just as I felt the surge of a huge orgasm, he grunted loudly and unburdened himself into me with a loud, "Oh fuck! Unnnhhhh!"

We both laid there quietly for a couple of minutes, me to get my breath back, he because he didn't know what to say.

I rolled on top of him and looked into his eyes with a wicked smile. "So now you can say you're not a virgin. How does that feel?" "Oh my God, that was killer! Thank you Miwa!" "You're welcome honey." "Now listen Todd, this was fun and we can do it again sometime, but I'm not looking for a relationship, so don't fall in love with me, okay?" "Okay." "And by the way, when you tell your buddies that you fucked me, be nice about it, okay?" "You got it." "Good."