Loud

Of all the women that Tim had enjoyed sex with, Raven was by far the loudest. As he plowed into her, her legs wrapped around his tiny waist, their breasts pressed against each other, more than a single thought was spared for Nancy, who had driven him on his date, and Martina, Raven's new roommate, both in the other room. Nancy, he was sure, wouldn't mind, but how would Martina handle Raven screaming as he jackhammered her to orgasm over and over again?

"Tiiiiiiiim!" she screamed again, shaking violently, making his ears ring. He'd have to put on earplugs next time, or perhaps insist on taking her from behind.

Not that Tim wasn't enjoying himself. In the past few weeks, Tim had come to love sex much more than he could have imagined, and sex with Raven was anything but a disappointment. Her lips were so soft and so hungry. Her body was lean and strong. And her pussy...

Despite it being sopping wet from the multiple orgasms she had experienced, Raven was still tight, holding onto his erection, milking him as he thrust into her. Soon he, too, would cum, and Tim knew it would be a whopper.

If he had been thinking straight rather than in the sex-fueled cloud-headed state he was in, Tim would have wondered why Raven was so sexually responsive. Yes, he had given his partners orgasms in the past, but so many? So soon? Raven was an orgasm machine! Was it because of his recent trade with Lust and Desire? Was the immortal sexiness of his new ass propelling him to new heights of ferocious intimacy?

Tim didn't care. In that moment, all he cared about was his cock in her pussy. He didn't care that she had transitioned to sucking on his left nipple while her left hand massaged his right tit. He didn't care that she had locked her feet around his back, ensuring that he couldn't leave until he nut inside of her. He didn't care that she had began to pant his name as her pleasure grew and grew, again taking her to the edge of a world-shattering explosion.

No. Tim only cared, in that moment, about cumming. He could feel it building, like blood pumping in his ears, like his muscles tensing in his stomach, like the stars he was seeing in the periphery of his vision. Tim Thompson wanted to blow his load into his new girlfriend, Raven Washington.

And blow he did.

"Uuuuuuugh!" he grunted poetically. Tim’s whole body shook, his breasts, his ass, as wave after wave of sperm shot into Raven. It felt like hours, but it lasts seconds.

Finally, sweaty, spent, Tim collapsed on top of her. They kissed, the gentle kiss of lovers who just shared something intimate, profound. Still inside of her, it was tempting to begin to thrust again, but he knew that he would need a break in order to perform.

This was the time that he loved and also the time that he hated. He loved the feeling of closeness he had with his girlfriends after sex, the rush of dopamine, the blast of oxytocin. He wanted to hold her and stare into her beautiful brown eyes forever.

But he couldn’t. Which was why he hated it. Once the frantic pleasure of sex began to fade, a familiar feeling washed over him. Thanks to the trade that had saved his life from the car crash, Tim was laying in bed, half-erect, holding an incredibly gorgeous woman, but could only worry about his his makeup looked. Next time he would bring Raven home with him so that he could avoid this ugly part of the gifts he had been given, but since he was at her place, and since Tim didn’t have the ability to be outside his home without being perfectly made up, his obsession began to scream much louder than Raven had.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment, sweetie-pie,” Tim said in a lovely lilt, scrunching up his button nose adorably, “I’ve just got to freshen up for a second. Don’t you go makin’ eyes at any other boys while I’m gone!”

Then, with a giggle, and once Raven released him from the iron grip of her legs, Tim slid out of her, shivering from the sensitivity of his penis. Standing up, he surveyed his newest girlfriend. She was amazing. Brown skin, black hair, tall, and strong. In Tim’s old body, he would have been taller than her, but still she would have been an intimidating woman. Now that he had become a short, slight thing, she stood well above him.

She didn’t seem to Tim to be intimidating, though, laying naked on the bed, a look of utter adoration in her eyes, his sperm leaking out of her. Tim had become greedy since his trades began. Growing up he had wanted to be a one-woman-man, to marry and have a family. He had hoped at one point, in fact, for his first girlfriend, Nancy Beardy, who was still waiting in the other room, to be that special woman. Could he ever go back to wanting just one woman? Was that even possible?

Tim Thompson was not the same man he had been before he met old woman Justice. Tim was sexy. Tim was flirty. Tim was driven. Tim went after what he wanted. And Tim wanted more. More women. More sex. More.

He turned from his woman and walked out of the room, wagging his naked behind at her as he went. Try as he might, Tim could walk no other way. His ass wanted attention. And as he left the bedroom that reeked of their sex, he wanted attention, too.

The bathroom was next to the bedroom, which was convenient for him. Knowing that he was going to feel like he did, he had placed his purse on the vanity when they arrived. His supplies on hand, Tim got to work cleaning off and reapplying any makeup that had smeared, smudged, or was in any other way less than perfect. He had to admit that it looked so much better now that he had traded for a feminine face. While his makeup skills had grown every day, Tim had always thought he had looked strange, his old masculine face hidden beneath layers of cosmetics. Now that his face was that of a woman, the makeup made so much more sense. A part of him grieved the loss of his face, a big blow to his sense of self, but another part of him knew how great he looked, how much attention he could get by being as sexy as he could possibly get. And that attention was something he craved.

Once his face was done up, he snuck out of the bathroom and padded down the hall on his dainty feet to peak on the other two girlfriends in the house. Martina and Nancy were smiling and chatting. While Tim still had a long way to go in getting to know the woman he had rescued from prison, Nancy was warm, friendly, inviting. She always made people feel comfortable around her. He loved having her as a part of his life. He could count on her to make his girlfriends not feel threatened, but rather she helped them feel welcomed.

Knowing that the ladies were doing well, Tim tip-toes back to the bedroom where his new love was waiting for him.

“Baby,” she said from the bed, “you look amazing. How do you do it?”

“Stop! You’ll make me blush!” Tim tittered.

“I can’t stop,” Raven continued, “No man has made me feel the way you did tonight. No man has come close to making me cum that many times. I think I need to return the favour.”

“My goodness!” Tim covered his breasts with one hand on mock shyness, while still stepping toward her, “If I had known that you were so naughty, I would have asked to borrow your handcuffs!”

“No need lock me up,” Raven sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed, then slid to her knees, “I have something that’ll keep me busy right here. You don’t mind, do you?”

And before Tim could answer, his beautiful police officer girlfriend had pulled his inflating cock to her mouth and swallowed it whole. And now it was time for Tim to be loud.