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The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... heart-shaped ass with the paddle and demanded she get up on her hands and knees.

Jemima quickly complied, but she was significantly taller than Tina. Tina had Jem spread her knees wide and lower her ass. With the aid of a pillow, Tina was able to line her 'cock' up with Jemima's drooling entrance. She whacked the Indian woman's ass as she jammed her thick 'cock' into Jem's pussy. "Take that!" Tina yelled.

Holding Jemima's toned hips with her left hand tightly and hitting Jemima's ass with the paddle held in her right, Tina began vigorously fucking the moaning Indian woman kneeling before her. Jemima crested almost instantly and then started experiencing numerous, steadily intensifying orgasms.

Jemima was closing in on a stupendous climax when the bedroom lights suddenly brightened to their highest intensity. "Jemima!" Cillian growled from the doorway. "What the fuck?!" With Tina looking leanly masculine, from where Cillian stood, she appeared to be a male. A male who was vigorously fucking his wife. To say that Cillian was pissed would be an understatement!

Jemima turned her head and peered around Tina, "Oh, hi, Cillian," she said sheepishly. "This is Tina. What are you doing back from Bali so soon?"

Tina, who had heard Cillian's growled question, squealed, pulled out of her lover and fled to the room's end. She looked fearfully at the married couple and wondered how much shit she was in.

"There's a cyclone warning," Cillian absently replied as he examined ...

... the person cowering in his bedroom's corner. "The airline put on extra flights and suggested we get out while we still could. I came home thinking making love with you was more fun than chasing Bali sluts, most of whom prove to be ladyboys, anyway. And here I find you fucking another man."

"Tina is not a man!" Jemima strenuously objected, as Tina voiced the same objection. "Come on, Cillian! You know me better than that!"

Cillian turned disbelievingly to the 'man' cowering in the corner. "Stand up and face me," Cillian demanded.

Shaking, Tina complied. Strangely, even though she considered herself more a man than a woman, Tina's arms instinctively lifted to cover her barely discernible breasts. The biggest giveaway, however, was instead of a deflating penis between her muscly thighs, Tina had a rampantly erect strap-on cock.

"You've finally succumbed to your desire for a butch lesbian lover?" Cillian asked as he turned to his wife.

"Yes," Jemima acknowledged.

"About time," Cillian growled. "I thought I was going to have to put on a dress and pretend!"

Jemima laughed at the image of her supremely masculine husband dressed in a short dress. A dress that left his heavy, tennis ball-sized balls dangling below it. Tina, who was nervously watching the Irish-descended, powerfully built man before her, couldn't help but laugh at the image Cillian's words invoked, too.

Cillian quickly stripped out of his clothes, exposing his slowly inflating 8+-inch cock. "Do ...