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Trish Martinez was an etero woman. Always considered herself as such, and never had any doubt. Sure, she had a low consideration for men as human beings; but as lovers and sexual toys, that was a completely different topic. However, she was also cunning and flexible, and so she would have used her seductive skills on a woman, as well as she did to many men in her line of work, if it brought her any advantage; that's what she thought, though, eventually, it had never happened. But yeah, if the female in question was above the average, some experimentation couldn't hurt.

This said, you're pretty sure she would have never imagined finding herself crouched prone on her divan with a penis pumping her from behind and her tongue avidly eating another woman's pussy. But what the old Trish wanted or imagined, is not your problem at all, since you are making her do it, and actually, you are doing it.

It's awesome to be completely unhinged. Trish was so limited, and yet she didn't realize it; you, instead, don't have any qualms. Even if as Tom you would have been horrified by touching another dick, it doesn't prevent you from enjoying being fucked like the mature and sexy lady that you are now. Each movement, each touch, becomes a symphony of desire, and you revel in the freedom to explore your desires without inhibition.

-Eek!- Esmeralda suddenly spasms, making you realize she just achieved a mini orgasm. You're almost deluded that she hasn't dampened your face with her squirt; however, this spurs you to change position: after all, your dear friend here seems quite ready to have her own cunny filled with a thick rod, and you're quite curious to assist at the scene.

Crawling quite awkwardly on the pillows, Esmeralda takes your place lying down on her side, ready for the next wave of pleasure, and turning her face at you. Meanwhile, you have sat behind her and rested her head on your legs, with her long hair tickling at each micro-movement she makes. Bill dutifully slips his naked member inside her eager folds. It's a sight that intrigues you but right now you're much more interested in her. The two of you are gazing intensely at each other, reflecting the intoxicating mix of pleasure and connection.

Of course.

There is another thing that makes you particularly aroused by all this situation. It's knowing that the nude woman below you is another version of you, inhabiting a body that's just as stunning as yours. Knowing that this woman's mind has been suppressed and torn to 'your' tantrum, currently making her act like an old friend of yours, even if she and Trish have never actually met each other. For a moment, you imagine yourself in your old male persona, holding another Tom in this same position - eugh! But no, this is not the case at all. By looking at her, and her looking at you, there is no hint that you are different from the people you appear to be: you, the illustrious attorney Trish Martinez, and her, the lovely teacher Esmeralda Gonzales. Even though, Esmeralda's personality was completely different - warm, kind, humble, a sort of mother figure for her students whom she truly treated like the kids she never had; and so someone who had known her would be bewildered from seeing her like this, in this passionate abandon.

But then, what would they do? What would they think, or suspect?

Nothing. That's the point. Ohh, the corruption, the replacement, getting away with it, even the inability to fully grasp all of this with words: here's what really turns you on. You wonder why. Before being Trish, you've been Kim: is this a residual trait of her character? Or Trish's? Or yours, Tom? Who knows.

Who cares.

You twerk a nipple of hers. The caring Mrs. Garcia emits a lewd whine, her sinuous back shuddering by her palpitations, her reactions fuel your own arousal.

At this point, Bill's manly grunts come almost like a background noise. Duh, you're exaggerating now.

-Come here.- You purr, taking him by his cheek and bringing his face closer, so that you can capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

However, your jaw drops open right in the middle of the action, as you feel a treacherous tongue flicking over your nipples, haywiring your mind for a second.

-You naughty woman~- You comment. Time to shuffle the cards again. Since you're quite... mmm... appreciating this kinky work of hers, you slither below Esmeralda in a 69-kind position, keeping your teat warmly pressed on her lips while indulging yourself on one of the puffy tips of meat residing on one of her mammals.

Ohh! It's like a fluffy, sweet piece of cotton candy. And just as delicious. The last time you remember experiencing something like this was when you were a child, with your mother's breasts. Well, this cleavage has nothing to envy about your mother's, but apart from that, this situation is entirely different.

"Mommy... mmm... if only you could see me now...".

Suddenly, Bill lets out a loud cry of pleasure, and by the way Esmeralda reacts, you realize he has just climaxed inside her. You pipe up your head, constating that the deed was done.

-My my Mr. District Attorney. You're not even divorced yet, and you're already impregnating some mature skunk.~- You tease him. A mix of embarrassment and realization washes over him, and he retreats somewhat, avoiding your gaze. Ugh, stupid post-coitus lucidity! Why on Earth are men flawed like this?

-¿Crees que eso es suficiente?- Esmeralda addresses you with a smug grin.

-Perhaps.- You admit. Then, with a devious tone: -But I'm not finished yet.-.

No more words are needed, no telepathic connection required. The beauty of having the same mind is having the same ideas. So, while Bill is still gasping for breath, you kneel in front of him again, taking his flaccid member into your mouth. Meanwhile, Esmeralda attentively attends to his testicles.

-Ladies, uhh...- Bill quickly realizes that you're not cleaning him up, but rather you're trying to rekindle his manhood. And, apparently, having two sexy and usually-commanding milfs looking at you with doe-doe eyes while providing oral pleasure is enough to revive the passions of a sexually repressed middle-aged man. Consequently, when you both change positions, he's moderately firm once more.

"It's like a chewing gum. Quite amusing, dare I say." You observe. Now, to finish your little magic, your two tongues move together, from his base up to the head, like an ice cream swirl. As they pass, it's as if they're fastening the flesh beneath, so that when you reach his glans, he's fully erect again.

The look on his face is priceless: -Has your wife ever done that, Señor Bill?- Mrs. Garcia's voice chuckles.

-Probably she doesn't have our lips, my dear Esmeralda.- You chime in; then, caressing her boobs: -And for sure, she doesn't have these voluptuous knockers of yours.-.

-Mmm... thank you, Trish.- She purrs, her hands mirroring your movements: -I always thought they made me look fat. But I love how _los hombres pierden la cabeza_ for these two plump globes.-.

-True, true.- You're now shaping your own bosom with your palms, as if sculpting fresh clay.

-Men are such easy minds to charm. Right, Bill?- You look up at him, making him gasp: -You love my titties, don't you? This pair of massive cowy milkers hanging from my chest~-.

He nods, his expression vacant.

-Well, why don't you show us how much you like them?- You inquire with a mischievous smile.

Without hesitation, he starts to stroke his cock, his gaze locked onto your busts. Poor bastard can't hold back any longer, and it takes only a light touch from your mouth to make him explode in a second, drenching orgasm.

Your face, boobs, and Esmeralda's as well are sprayed with his semen. With your eyes closed, you feel Mrs. Garcia's eager tongue tracing over your tits, which you are supporting with your open hand.

"Mmm... better than any skin balm.".

Here you are now. A filthy, devious seductress, covered in a man's ejaculate, reveling in a peculiar sense of satisfaction. No one could ever see Tom between all this, not even himself.

You turn to Esmeralda, your loyal partner-in-crime, who is now gathering the load from your chest with her hand, squeezing it against your own.

"You're so hot, Señora Trish." Her thoughts flow into your mind.

"You too, teacher." You reply.

You share a chuckle, a secret perversion that only you two are privy to; then, you exchange another passionate, lingering effusion, her tongue transferring in your mouth the same cum that she had collected prior.

-Trish... Esmeralda...-.

Bill's voice breaks through, marked by exhaustion, both physical and mental. He's like a man lost in the throes of a fever, praying for mercy, pleading for release from the endless spiral he's found himself in. He collapses on the couch, panting, sweating, begging you with his eyes what he cannot articulate with words. You have just to say that it's over, that you got what you wanted.

You and Esmeralda exchange awaiting smirks, all his hopes shattering at this moment.

-Bill, Bill. We have just begun.-.