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not try to fight it." She whispered, "I wish that I was a man, so I could put my thing in you. Part of my desire for you, is because you used to have but now you have this beautiful woman's body. I want to help you learn how to enjoy it."

me,

With her eyes half-closed, her fingers caressed my body, returning frequently to focus on my tender nipples. In the dim light from a candle, I could see her smile as she slightly pushed out her own chest, wanting me to play with her at the same time. I kissed her deeply on the mouth as I massaged her breasts.

Her young, firm tits begged for attention, standing out with both nipples puckered and firm. I took one in my mouth to gently squeeze and suck, as I concentrated my attention on the nipple. Margaret held the breast in her hand, steering it to where she wanted my tongue the most.

I reached between her legs, probing my fingers to find that she was excited. She spread her legs further and further apart to allow my hand access. She was drenched. Mentally I wanted her as much as she wanted me but it was near the middle of my cycle; my body inundated with emasculating female hormones. "Please try," she pleaded. "I need you."

Spreading herself to my searching hand, I maneuvered my cache sex off as we kissed each other with growing passion. Our mouths opened wide while our hands feverishly massaged each other's mounds. I sucked on her tongue as it glided far into the back of my mouth. Then we reversed tongues and I pumped her mouth with my tongue.

I was so hot with desire for her that I trembled as a very musky smell became stronger. She found my nipples with her hands----cupping and squeezing my breasts, while her fingertips tweaked my nipples. I could feel them swell as she played with them.

Her hand then went between my thighs, fumbling to find my puny, mushy maleness; so conquered over the months by female hormones.

She put her arms around me and pulled me on top of her, with our legs wrapped together. I tried in vain to get it to the right spot but it would barely reach and

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had no rigidity. "Sorry honey," I said. "It's that time of the month.'

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Still holding on, she rolled over, so she was on top of me. She ran her fingers through my hair, holding my head in place as she sucked my mouth----searching for my tongue. Our pelvises rubbed together, and I could feel her belly and crotch rub against my own.

"Can't expect a beautiful girl like you to be on top anyway!" she giggled. Margaret's vigor as she took control was startling and incredibly arousing. She shifted slightly, so that her own damp mound pressed against my pelvic bone. Pushing my legs apart, she softly humped me so that my pulpy maleness rubbed against her. I moaned as I felt the undulating motion of her hips against me.

She kept spreading my legs farther and farther to allow more pressure.

I trembled in rhythm with each breath. I writhed and wrapped my legs around her hips, so she could press harder against my maleness, pounding and pressing it so hard, it was having a delirious effect on me. Her hips developed a circular, rolling movement that squashed and pressed my maleness up inside of

me.

Her hip movements increased abruptly and I moved my hips in a classic "take me" motion. A lion-like growl came from Margaret as cried out and madly humped my bottom. Her hands held me down as she moved hard against me----so hard I was afraid there might be injury. My insides rolled and a shot of the most delicious heat tore through me.

Margaret pulverized me as we were both rewarded by a series of strong contractions as Margaret bucked out of control while pulling at my nipples. She and I spasmed over and over.

After that night, the guilt I had about my maleness and it's poor performance under the effect of the hormones, was gone. Margaret admitted that sex was better like this and I had to agree.

Good thing too. My maleness because of the hormones and cache sex now rested, curled up and tucked