Mike and Chris Together

"I really do, Chris. I really do love you."

"I love you too, Mike. Really."

The fucking continued after this exchange, but it seemed somehow different, with a new and higher level of closeness between them. With his cock buried to the hilt, Mike leaned forward to embrace the woman he loved and to fondle her breasts. As he leaned back again, his hand contacted her fully erect clit, and he wrapped his fingers around the erection and started stroking in the same tempo as his thrusts into her. That was when he realized something else. He had been thinking of the organ in his hand as her clit, because Chris is a woman, and women don't have cocks but, anatomically, that's what it was. Except for being smaller, what he was gently massaging in his hand was just like his own cock, even to the point of both of them having been circumcised.

And that meant it was almost like Jenna's dildo, and could do the same things for his ass as Jenna would no longer be doing. Maybe even more. That skinny bitch was just interested in her own fun, and got off on what she described as "pegging" him. Chris was sweet and loving, and they could very well have a new kind of pleasure they could share. He released her clit, returned his right hand to her hip, and drew back and thrust his cock forward again.
She responded as she had been, but Chris missed his hand masturbating her and wanted to know why. "Is something wrong?" she asked, as her rigid clit swung back and forth with her movements.

"Nothing's wrong. I think everything's perfect. There's something different I want to do, though, and I think you'll like it too."

Chris thought she might know what it was, and hoped she was right. One time she had performed a special service for a man who used to be a regular patron of the club where she worked, and it had been fun for both of them. If that was what Mike had in mind, she would enjoy it even more with a man she really cared for but, until then, she would revel in the great fucking her pussy was getting.