Couples Swap Therapy part 2

If I were the one with a cock, I would glide into the sweet buttery pussy in front of me already. It would be impossible to be so close to Kendra not plunge right in at once. But here Kendra was, holding back as though she weren’t dying to fuck me already.

How did she even do that? How could a human be capable of such unfathomable restraint?

Kendra cut off my thoughts with a kiss, and then her lips found my left ear. “See what I’m doing?”

I nodded. She was yet to enter me and yet my whole body was already trembling already. So, I knew that if I dared use my voice, it would tremble beyond recognition, destroying what was left of my masculinity.

“Good,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

She caught my left earlobe between her lips and pulled softly. Warm breath escaped the sides of her mouth and scaled my earlobe. The wetness between my thighs was becoming too much to bear. This was a good thing, I knew that. But I couldn’t get over the weirdness I felt as the juices just kept pooling there. Her cock twitched between my legs. It pressed into my opening, and then it pulled away.

God! I’d never teased her like that.

My heart paced. My body quivered with a surge of adrenaline. And she was yet to enter me. I shut my eyes and gave in to the pleasure, my lips parting to let out series of soft whispery moans.

Had I been that much of a failure? Depriving her of the pleasure of anticipating me inside if her? Goddammit Jonathon!

Kendra moaned into my ear. Her voice was deeper and masculine, stunning me for a moment. In my moment of intense pleasure I had forgotten all about my gender swap therapy. But once I heard Kendra’s masculine voice, my eyes flew open and my gaze settled on hers.

Every detail of the therapy came flooding my memory. It was at that moment I felt her gliding inside of me. She was slow and steady, letting me take in her thick cock inch by inch. My pussy stretched, surrendering to the girthy invasion in the form of a hard veiny cock. As slow and steady as her entrance was, the pressure I felt was so intense it could pass for pain. I could feel it between my legs, and in my abdomen as well. It was a sense of fullness that made me want to slither away from her grasp, and at the same time, it made me want to lay back and take her full length inside of me.

I settled for the latter.

My pussy parted even more, accommodating her huge cock until I flung my head back with a deep-bellied cry.

“Do you like this, Jon?” she asked, her voice breathy and laden with emotions. “Like it when I fill up your little tight pussy like this? Slow and steady?”

“Ah...” I attempted to speak, but only air passed through my parted lips.

Slow and steady. That’s it?

I needed to fuck her like this and watch her squirm the same way I was squirming. She had never responded so sensually to my thrusts. And for the first time, I realized I had never fucked her the way she deserved.

She was right. I had been trying too hard and it ruined everything.

She thrust harder, deeper, and soon, I felt her flaccid balls against my skin. She was balls deep inside of me now, her engorged cock filling me perfectly. She started to thrust in and out, pounding me with deep long strokes. My pussy quivered and squelched, clenched hard and pulled her in. And yet, she found a way to keep thrusting despite its tight grip.

While I dig into the bed with the back of my head, my neck was vulnerable to her lips. So, I was not surprised to feel her lips against my barely noticeable Adam’s apple. She kissed and sucked, her tongue drawing a pattern on my moist skin. My breath was harsh and heavy, matching hers.

“This is it, Jon!” She ran her hands along my body as she kept pounding me. “Fuck me like this and I’ll love you forever.”

“Yes!” I cried. “God, Kendra! Yes!”

Her words were no question, and yet I felt I needed to answer. My breasts wiggled between our bodies and soon caught her attention. She grabbed them with both hands and caressed them with a soft gentle pressure.

She added a pressure to her thrusts, fucking me harder with just as much intensity. When she raised her head from my neck, I had a feeling she was just about to stare into my eyes. I shut my eyes to avoid her gaze. I could not handle staring into her eyes.

I had failed.

I was a failure.

Hell, I’d still be a failure—and a proud one—if she hadn’t dragged me with her to the gender swap facility. How then could I be so shameless to look her in the eye?

“Look at me Jon!” she demanded.

My stomach tightened into a knot, but there was no way around this. My eyes narrowed open and she squeezed my neck with her right hand. The pressure of her fingers against my throat wasn’t enough to pose a threat, but was just enough to assert dominance.

“You will look at me like this,” she said. “Eye to eye.”

She paused for a breather.

And then she continued.

“When you fuck me.” Her thrusts were deep as ever, hard as ever, hitting home every time. “When you aren’t kissing me, then fucking look at me!”

“Y-yes...”

“Good.”

She kissed my lips. “When last did you make me come?”

“I haven’t been able to fully satisfy you,” I admitted. “I’m sorry—”

“Shh.” She kissed me again, and then she fucked me a little harder. “Now you’ll come for me.”

And I did come.

My body quivered violently, but she held me still, kissed me harder, and kept her cock buried inside of me until my wave of pleasure subsided.

The next time I fucked her, I would make her come.

That was my promise to her.