With Heather’s soft hands tinuing to roam over my sensitive flesh as her body tight against my bad her legs hugging tight to mine makes me feel held and safe I am overwhelmed by a bone deep rexation I never even kneossible. The honey was certainly w its magie as it magnified every pleasure and quelled every pain. But what I was feeliionally could not be expined by simple physical sensation, no matter how good it was. Heather in the way she spoke and touched and kissed and held made me feel eveer on the inside.

  “Heather.” I whisper.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Mmm.” I sigh press back against her knowing she could handle my weight. “I, um, I’ve never actually tried anal. I, um, I was lying when I said no.”

  “Oh?” Smooth and natural her right hand glides back to return it’s geroking of my balls. “Why did you lie, baby?”

  “I don’t know. I felt…ashamed.”

  “Oh beautiful man.” She s. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “I’m sorry for lying to you, Heather.”

  “Shhh.”

  I spread my legs a little wider to give her freer access. She uses that spaore fully engulf my testes, her fingers sliding around the sides and bottom of my s to hold my nuts pletely. With me well in hand…she begins to massage. “Ohhhhhhh. That feels good.”

  “Mmmm.” Kiss…kiss…kiss ay shoulder. “I’ve lied to you too, baby. And I have been lying to you since you got here.” Gently, slowly, rhythmically her hand squeezes and rexes around my nuts. “My honey doesn’t e from my pussy. And that wasn’t the pillows bung against your back.”

  “I…I don’t uand.”

  She sighs. Letting my balls go she s her arms arouo hold me tight. “Please don’t be scared, Elliot.” Squeezing me harder, so hard that my arms are pio my sides, she whispers. “I have a penis.”

  So ued and so nonsensical were her words that for a few seds my mis what my ears had just heard. It takes repying it again in my head until I am vihat she’d said what she’d just said. “What?”

  “It’s true, baby.” Feeli struggling to escape Heather’s embrace rexes and her right hand es up to begin bing her fihrough my hair. “The women of my family, all of them, have both sets of genitalia. Remember how I said I had a small pussy? Well, that’s because it’s got to fit iween my s and anus. And my honey? Well, that’s precum baby. I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

  What the hell? If this was some kind of joke she chose the straime to do it. If this wasn’t a joke…the woman really was batshit crazy! “Heather, this isn’t funny.”

  “No. It’s not, is it?” She pets my and holds me and kisses me some more. “The truth rarely is. Don’t be scared. My penis doesn’t ge who I am or what is happening now.”

  “Why are you saying this stuff, Heather? I…I don’t uand. Are you mog me or…?”

  “Mog you? Ohhhh, no. No baby. I would never mock you.”

  “Then why are you tellihis story? I don’t uand, Heather.”

  With another sad sigh she says. “I’m not mog you, Elliot. I am trusting you. You are only the sean I’ve ever told.” Running her hand through my hair o time before letting her fingers glide down the bay neck she then pushes me off of her. “He wouldn’t believe me until he saw it either.” She pats my back. “Men. Such visual creatures.”

  “You’re, um, going to show me!?”

  “Yes, Elliot. I will not have you thinking that I am a liar.” She grips my left shoulder. “But Elliot…please, I don’t want you to feel intimidated or disced or lesser than you are. You are a beautiful, vibrant, virile man.” Her fingers dany spine. “What I am doesn’t ge that, baby.”

  “Why are you saying that?”

  “Because women like me are…built different.” She pats my back again. “You’ll see. e on now. On your knees and turn around.”

  More fused than ever I scooch forward away from her, my moist back suddenly cool against the breeze, then turn so that I am kneeling on the foot of the bed fag her. She sat ba the headboard supported by pillows with her legs spread. Ohhhh wow! Though I had felt it I hadn’t yet gotten a look at Heather without her shirt and bra on and oh my GOD she was amazing. Each of her huge, full, heavy tits must have been as big my head with plump tawny brown nipples as wide as tennis balls. At their immense size a they obviously sagged but not as I would have expected of a woman her age. And their symmetry and shape would have been the envy of women half her years. The rest of her torso was a feast for the eyes as well, so much smooth, fair skin, but it was the chest that my eyes were drawn to. I’d never seen sucredible tits! It made me want to curl up between them and live there forever.

  She lets out a ugh as she sees me gawking. She gives her right titty a squeeze, her fingers sinking deep into the supple flesh. As I was ogling her she was doing the same right bae, her eyes roaming my naked flesh as hands just had. “A breast man, are ya?”

  “Um…ohh…” I couldn’t talk. Her moonlit beauty had stolen my words.

  Grabbing the pillow in front of her she pauses. “I ’t believe I’m doing this. It wasn’t supposed to get this far.” She takes a deep breath. “Elliot, this is very important. Do not touch me, okay? As I told you, when you came so did my pussy and my dick leaked some honey. You ot handle any more, baby. Okay? Promise you won’t touch me.”

  “You’re beautiful!”

  The ued and awkwardly blurted pliment brings a smile teous face. “You ftter this old dy, handsome man. Now, you promise?”

  “I promise.” I whisper, anxious to see that pillow removed. This couldn’t be real, could it? I was about to find out.

  She gives me a nod. Pulling the pillow to the side reveals nothing but her long skirt. It was whearted to lift that skirt that things got iing. Her legs were lohick, the extra flesh giving them so much more shape than Bir’s skinny limbs. Up and up her hem glides until I catch a peek at her panties…and the bulge within.

  “Hah!”

  “Shhhh.”

  Pulling her skirt until it was bunched up across her soft belly she reveals her snug white granny panties in full. And good God were they full! Where on another woman would have been all smooth oher was the unmistakable shape of massive set of nuts and long, thick sg! Heather didn’t simply have a penis…she was as hung as a horse!

  I shake my head and look again. It hadn’t gone anywhere. With how tight her panties were I could make out every detail; her two big testes, her beefy shaft, I could even make out the fat mushroom tip. What the hell!? It must have been some sort of dildo stuffed down… Mid-thought her cock flexes, stretg the fabric over it, in a very anic way to erase my doubts. It is only then that I notice the rge damp spot at the tip from her leaking ‘honey’.

  “What?”

  “It’s okay, Elliot.” She offers me her hand, and I take it. She smiles and squeezes my hand. “I bet you’re surprised, hm?”

  “Uh…yeah.”

  “Yeah.” Her thumb rubs the bay hand. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’m still me. This is just the way I am.”

  “I’m not…scared.” I say. “Just…fused.”

  “It’s okay to be fused.”

  “It’s…really…um…big!”

  She ughs a warm, maternal ugh. “Yes it is. Even in my family I’m big. The biggest.” Her grip tightens. “That doesn’t mean you’re small, baby. Okay? Don’t pare yourself to me. You’re a big boy. A big, healthy man.” She pulls me. “e here baby. I need you clht now.”

  Following her guidance I shift to the side and straddle her thick thigh where she has me sit down. My balls le into the soft flesh of her leg, my cock standing rock hard above it, as I settle onto her. My inner kouches her nuts. If she was bothered by my weight ohigh she shows no sign of it. She bring my hand to her lips to give it a long, hard kiss before letting it go to gently pet her hand down my chest and abdomen.

  I look into her eyes for a moment before slowly panning down her incredible and unique body. Hesitantly I raise my hand.

  “It’s okay.” Taking my wrist she brings my hand to her breast to allow it to rest there before returning to caress my belly. “Hmmmm.” She hums softly as I take a light grip of her big boob. Ohhh WOW! Her fingers painting up and down my body she gazes up into my eyes. “That’s nice, Elliot. Sooo nice. I like that, baby.”

  “I like it too.” I whisper.

  “Mmmm.” Her smile widens. “Since we’re being so ho with each other. Do you have any questions?”

  Any questions? Where do I even begin!?