Randall drops the act

Well aware of this, as well as the amount of pre-cum now building up between his cleavage, Randall dropped the act and brought his stroking to a end.

"There we go. Don't want you to blow too soon," he chuckled, unwrapping himself from your member and flopping onto his back.

Still reeling from the tit-job though, you let out a breathy gasp, "Dude, that was... that was fucking amazing! Doing that as Miss. Card... Wow!"

Randall, however was no longer paying attention, sprawled out on the bedsheets beneath you, his legs splayed wide. "Don't leave me hanging here, dude," he said, inviting you between them, chuckling a little as he added, "This time you even get to go on top. My treat."

That it was certainly going to be, you thought as you again grabbed your cock and shuffled between his legs, aiming it towards his glistening vagina.

The last time you'd done this - taken the lead - you'd been pretty damn drunk and pretty damn nervous. Now you were neither. You were simply as horny as hell, and without doing much in the way of thinking (other than to briefly take in the splendor of his beautiful looking little flower), you hurriedly lowered yourself into him, slipping deep inside.

The moment you felt his vaginal muscles tightening around your length, you were good to go, and soon began pounding him with as much vigor as you could muster (which happened to be quite a lot). The two of you were soon heaving and gyrating violently on the bed. Your short sharp grunts overpowered completely by Randall's high feminine moans.

Though he still directed you a little in how to please him, calling out things like "harder, dude, harder", and "pinch my nipples", in some ways it felt like you were on slightly more even footing now - no longer being quite so nervous or inexperienced as you had been. At one point, Randall even got you to flip onto your back, mounting you reverse cowgirl style and giving you the most exquisite view of your penis sliding back and forth between his fleshy lips. And while he didn't quite reach the same heights of orgasmic pleasure as he had done earlier (that having been truly insane), he still seemed to be having one hell of a time riding your shaft, rubbing furiously at his clit while he did.

Inevitably though, the end had to come, feeling the pleasure in your groin becoming too much as Randall's pussy milked it for all it was worth, causing you to let out a deep, guttural groan as you finally exploded.

"UUhh... Fuck!"

Collapsing backwards then, absolutely exhausted, while Randall continued to ride you for a few seconds longer (once again facing forward), his voluminous curves all sweaty and glistening, you couldn't help but grin like an idiot at this incredible view. So what if this was all weird and confusing? So what if you were never sure when it might or might now happen? The sight of this beautiful busty woman gyrating above you, her powerful vaginal muscles teasing out every last drop of your semen, made it more than worth it. You were literally living out a dream come true!

"Wow... That was... that was good..." Randall said, between heavy breathes, lifting himself off and collapsing beside you on the bed.

"Am I getting better at that too?" You asked playfully, recalling what he'd said earlier about your pussy eating skills.

Letting out the cutest little giggle as he whacked you on the shoulder, he jokingly replied, "You're getting there", causing you to laugh as well.

Well, practice makes perfect, you thought, as you both just lay there, happily giggling away to yourselves for the next several minutes, getting your breath back. And I for one hope I get a hell of a lot more practice!

After the laughter had died down, Randall piped up again, asking in a much more serious tone, "Say, uh, Tim... Can I... Can ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, this might sound kind of weird. But, well, how does... how does sex feel?"

This certainly wasn't the question you'd been expecting, feeling slightly confused as to how to answer it. Especially considering what you'd both just done. "I, uh, I thought you'd know that already, dude. We just did it like two minutes ago."

"No. I mean, for you. As a guy," he explained, this making much more sense. "I never got to experience it before. Back when I had a dick. I guess I'm just wondering what I'm missing out on."

"Oh. Oh right." This was something you hadn't actually considered before. Getting so caught up in thinking about how awesome sex must be for him, that it never even dawned on you he might be thinking the exact same thing about you. Up until that first night you'd had sex together, nearly two months ago now, you'd both been virgins. Sex with you was (presumably) all he knew.

"Well uh, I'm not really sure how to explain it," you told him, having the same problem he himself had had earlier. "It feels good. Like super good. Your... you know, your pussy is like super tight and wet and it feels incredible around my cock. I dunno... it's just kind of amazing being inside you, if you know what I mean."

This didn't exactly seem to sate him however, Randall looking a little disheartened as he muttered, "Ah... Okay. Cool." Clearly he wasn't happy to be missing out (which you supposed in a way he was), this, you suppose being another reminder of something else that was forever lost.

"It must be great for you though," you said, trying to console him. Sex from the other side sounding even better from what he'd told you. "Some of those noises you make... It just... it just seems so damn intense!"

Admittedly, he couldn't really argue. "Yeah, no, it is. It's really fucking sweet having an orgasm as a chick. It takes a little longer to get there right enough, but when it does... Whoa Nelly! Hold onto your hats and shit!" Though he still seemed kind of down. "I guess I'm just bummed out I never actually got to have sex as a guy. You know, experience a pussy from the other side. I mean, I can use my fingers and stuff, but that's just not the same."

It might not be, but hearing him talk about this, about using his fingers to masturbate was really starting to get you going again. Especially with him lying there next to you naked.

"...Kind of stupid I know."

"No. No, of course it's not," you told him, Randall presumably thinking that to you, this was like an Oscar winner being jealous of the runner up (which you supposed in a way, it kind of was). He wasn't an Oscar winner though, he was a guy in the body of a woman. You really had to cut him some slack.

"If only I was as hot a dude as I am a chick, huh?" he joked, referring of course to his luck with the ladies. "Instead of a tall, skinny ginger kid."

"Well if it's any consolation, I'm not exactly getting it all the time either," you laughed, your luck having not been much better. Adding slyly, "Except every so often with a tall, skinny ginger kid that is."

For the moment anyway, this seemed to have done the trick. Randall laughing along at a description of himself that no longer applied. Gorgeous, impossibly large busted, auburn haired sex Goddess seemed more apt.

"Though I gotta say, what you did back there, while you were jerking me off with your boobs... Man, pretending to be Miss. Card was so freaking hot!" You weren't sure why you suddenly thought of that, but you had to share. It having been so much of a turn on at the time. The picture still being firmly stored in your head. "I know you did it the other night and all, but my memory is still a little fuzzy. This though... Wow. Just, wow!"

"What can I say?" Randall grinned, showing not even the slightest hint of modesty, "If there's one thing I know how to do well, it's act like Miss. Card. Seeing as I have to do it every single day of my life now."

"Well it was awesome."

"Alright, can the flattery. It's about time we hit the hay anyway. I don't know about you but I'm pretty beat." After that energetic workout session, you had to admit you were pretty tired yourself, it having been a long and eventful day. "Turn off the light over there will you." he said, pointing to the switch by the door.

Hefting your body up off the bed then as Randall climbed underneath the covers, you walked over to the light switch as instructed and flicked it off, plunging the room then into darkness. Before you returned to the bed however, you paused for a moment, not entirely sure of whole sleeping arrangement now. Not wanting to be presumptuous, you decided instead to play it safe and asked him, "You uh, you want me to go sleep through in the spare room?"

Letting out a sigh, Randall replied "Yes. After fucking each other senseless I want you to go sleep in the spare room," his words dripping with sarcasm. "No,of course not, you idiot! Get your ass in here and try not to snore!"

Smiling to yourself, glad that he wasn't kicking you out, you quickly scampered back over to the bed and climbed beneath the covers, getting yourself adequately comfortable next to your friend. You didn't immediately drop off however, even after your exhaustive love making session, possibly due to the excitement of actually sharing a bed with such a gorgeous, completely naked woman. Your libido was still actively ticking, even if your body could no longer quite keep up.

So, wanting to see if you could in someway remedy this, still feeling rather bold, you started, "Uhm, Randall..."

"What?"

"Can I maybe like suck on your tits a little?"

"Fuck off!" he laughed, not sounding at all impressed by the question. "I'm trying to sleep here, dude. Don't push your luck."

"No worries. Just thought I'd ask," you chuckled, having hoped it might work, but having no real illusions. "Night then, Randall."

"Night, Tim."

And with that you slowly drifted off to sleep...