Get back before you're missed

You'd love to just lie in bed. Curled up next to a freshly fucked Felicia, your big belly pressed against her flank. You'd love to spend the whole night just willing Trish's seed to take root deep inside Felicia's fertile body. Speaking of Trish - your sexy husband is lying on Felicia's other side and in the dim light you can just make out her face and her twinkling eyes. Her hand reaches across the comatose girl whose body you've shared and presses against your belly, gently but firmly. You sigh, completely content. 'You're a man, deep down. Don't forget.' whispers that little voice.

Perhaps it's Trish's hand that makes you decide to answer it this time. 'No. I was a man, I liked my old life and I think I was a pretty good man. But now I'm a girl called Jane and I'm carrying my love's wonderful twins inside me. I am a woman, I love my new life and I don't want to go back.' Then you suck in a big breath of fresh air. You feel a wave of peace, acceptance and joy pulse through your body. Perhaps that voice will always be there - it's not as though you hate it or anything - but you've decided who you are and what you want.

"Hey sweetheart," says Trish, "why are you smiling like that?"

"I'm just incredibly happy."

"That's great." She rubs your belly a little longer and whispers "I love you."

That makes you cry tears of joy and pull yourself to Trish, hugging her tight. From below you hear a muffled "Huhmh!?!" The two of you roll off of Felicia who sits up and looks back and forth. Trish must have blown her mind completely - she takes several seconds to remember where she is. By the time she does you and Trish are both rolling on the bed, giggling madly at the confused look on Felicia's face as she tried to put the pieces together.

"Oh ha, fucking ha!" she says when she finally gets her brain back in gear. Then she sets about mercilessly tickling both of you till you pant and beg for her to stop.

She finally does, but she takes the opportunity to **** Trish on her back and spread her legs. "Hot damn. Look at this," she says, taking Trish's manhood in her hands. "My first cock. Doesn't look so big now."

"Yeah, you drained it all the way down to limp noodle territory," you tell her. "But keep playing like that and you'll get to see how big a cock you actually took just a little while ago." You move closer and use a few fingers to stroke Trish's clit and pussy lips. "She's way easier to wake up if you play both sides of the aisle, if you know what I mean."

Felicia moves in closer and Trish is quite happy to lie back and let her new fuckbuddy explore. "It's all there," she says, running her fingers almost reverently over Trish's male and female parts. "You are one lucky girl," she says.

"I do appreciate everything I've got, even though sometimes it can be more of a curse than a blessing." She look over at you and adds "But not recently. For many months now it's been all blessing."

"Man you two are sappy when you get home," says Felicia, trying to act all tough. You know it's an act because you can see tears rimming her eyes.She manages to blink it all back and says "You are lucky for finding someone like Jane, that's for sure, but I meant you were lucky right now. See, I've already fucked a married woman tonight and I had a threesome with a couple and took a hermaphrodite's cock - that was my first, second and third base, I guess. So... guess I'm asking if you're up for a home run?"

You laugh and give her a hug. "Fel, she's always up for a home run. The question is whether you think your ass can take this monster."

Felicia looks all set to go for it, but then her fingers wrap around Trish's now fully engorged man meat. The size difference is enough to make Felicia look down. Her eyes widen and she feels Trish's package up for a good long time before saying, "Maybe, uh, that's more of an extra innings kinda thing."

"Don't wimp out now," says Trish, giving her a big smile. "After all, Jane can fit this trouser snake up her bottom, even four months pregnant. All the way to the root, too."

"Yeah, but I think we already talked about how much of a freak she is that way," Felicia says as she eyes up the turgid pole that's jumping up and down in her grip.

"I know how to make it special," you say. "Just give me a few minutes for the bathroom."

By the time you manage to extract Trish's butt vibe, pee and fix your hair the two of them have almost shifted into a sixty-nine. Their distraction gives you time to put on your clothes and quietly grab the supplies you need.

Before either of them realize it you've snapped the cuffs on Felicia's arms, up above the elbows.

"The fuck?" she asks.

While she's startled you push her away from Trish and snap some cuffs on her.

"Now no complaining, I need you two sitting up."

"What are you up to?" asks Trish, sounding far more intrigued than annoyed.

"Something sexy. Something worthy of a home run." You grin. It's infectious.

Without many complaints you manage to get Trish dressed - more or less in the clothes she came home in. You wrestle a promise of good behavior out of her before removing the cuffs so she can put on her her bra and shirt. That enormous tent in her pants tells you how much she's loving how you've so suddenly taken the lead.

Once freed Felicia puts on her bra and blouse. You find one of your skirts that will just about fit her. She tries to argue about it, but you tell her pants or panties just won't do for what you have in mind. Curiosity gets the better of her and she complies.

With Trish and Felicia prepared you get the car keys and tell them "I can drive us back." They both smile, guessing at least part of what you have in mind.

You put the passenger side seat as far back and as low as it can go, then you sit Trish there. She's grinning from ear to ear - until you pull her arms behind the seat and cuff her in place. "Jane - you crazy bitch!" she says, but she says it in such a loving way.

"Hmmm. Felicia, I'm sorry, but it looks like there's something wrong with the front seat." You rub the crotch of Trish's pants. "Looks like a spring popped up or something. Let me see if I can fix it." You unzip Trish's fly and pull a very stiff cock out. "Oh dear. Well that's made things worse."

"Here, let me try," says Felicia, really getting into it. She gathers up some of the precum that's oozing from the tip of Trish's cock and slathers it along most of her length. "I don't think it's a spring. Seems like it's something hydraulic."

"Okay, but we really do have to get back, and..." you toss Felicia's jeans into the empty back seat, "every other seat is filled up. Is there some way you can - I don't know - sit around it or something?"

Felicia just giggles like a lunatic for a few seconds. "Um, yes, I think I can find a way to do that." She hikes up her skirt and lowers herself onto Trish's cock with a satisfied moan.

"Is that okay, are you comfortable?" you ask as you grab her hips and rock them forward and back.

Felicia starts giggling again. "Yes, I think this will work just fine."

"My seat's a bit wet now, if you're worried about how I'm doing," says Trish.

"Sorry about that. I hope the ride will be okay for you too," you say, reaching between Felicia's legs to give Trish's balls a little attention.

As soon as Felicia is distracted - and that doesn't take long with Trish inside her - you pull her shoulders backward and lock her arms behind the seat too. She complains, but not too much. With the seat belt tightened up you get in and choose your route back to Hanna's place. It's not the shortest route, but you make sure to include two stretches with gravel roads. You're sure your passengers will be willing to put up with it.