Sensitive, Aren't We?

Suzanne picked up her skimpy sundress and slipped it on over her head with a sigh. She wished she could spend a bit more time getting acquainted with Sharon and Robin's shafts but she still had duties to attend to. “I'll leave you two to clean yourselves up before the party, and see what you can't do about the little mess you made here,” she said, gesturing towards the spooge on the floor. “The mop is still in the basement so you may want to use your tongues instead.” Suzanne winked and left the bathroom on that note, she'd leave it for them to decide whether she was serious or not.

“Mom! You forgot your panties!” Sharon yelled after her, shaking the moist fabric in her direction.

“No, I didn't forget about them Sharon...” Another wink and she was gone, leaving the two shemales to deal with their mess.

The two of them cleaned in silence for some time, Sharon still glowing with pride after impregnating her mare and Robin too much of a bimbo to really start a conversation. She would be the one to break the silence in the end, giving voice to something that had been nagging at her.

“Your mom is mean.”

Sharon turned away from the shirt she'd been wringing out over the sink and said, “What!?”

“I said your mom is mean.” Robin repeated, taking the advice of the very woman she was berating and licking some of Sharon's sperm off the floor. It tasted as potent as it looked.

“What do you mean? Wait, this isn't about your cock, is it?”

“My penis isn't small,” Robin pouted. She'd seen Jim's, even sucked it so she knew she was more than Sharon could be used to, she didn't get why Suzanne had to insult her like that... Even if it had maybe turned her on just a little. “And I'm not a pre... Prema...”

“Robin, I don't know if I can stand to hear you complain about your dick again,” Sharon sighed, her voice heavy with exasperation. Her friend didn't know just how lucky she was not to have to hide a behemoth sized horse shaft from everybody, hearing her complain about her natural looking endowments drove Sharon to frustration. “So you're not as big as I am, so what? Most people on two legs aren't. Just be happy that yours doesn't retreat inside you when you're flaccid. As for you being a premature ejaculator, well... Mom calls them like she sees them. You have to admit that four minutes is a little pathetic.”

Robin felt her cock stir slightly at the insult, she tried to ignore it by turning things around on Sharon. “Four minutes!? I was pretty much jacking it, like, the entire time you two were doing it! So I lasted as long as you did plus...” Robin paused to do the math. “Plus about four minutes! If I'm a premie... Premie...”

“Premature ejaculator.”

“Whatever! If I'm a premature ejaculator then that makes you a... Umm...” Robin paused again, this time to come up with a suitably scathing insult. The result was a touch cooler than scathing, “Super premature ejaculator!”

Again a green glimmer danced around Robin's finger. This would be the third and final time Sharon's body and memories would be affected by the ring of three. 

Sharon felt legitimately hurt by Robin's feeble insult. She'd always been extremely sensitive downstairs, part of the reason that she had staved off trying to knock up every woman in sight was that she was far too embarrassed about her staying power. Sometimes she'd cum just getting dressed if she wasn't careful to avoid her sensitive horse flesh, and she couldn't count the number of close calls she'd had at school. Even just growing erect could do it sometimes, the sensation of her cock sliding out of its sheath sending her over the edge. The sheer self control and determination it had taken to last that long with her mother had been nothing short of a birthday miracle, and now Robin had stolen away every ounce of pride she'd earned when she had slipped inside Suzanne.

Sharon sniffled, “You can be a real bitch sometimes Robin, you know that?”

“Awww, Sharon! I didn't mean it!” Robin rushed in to hug her friend, pressing her sizable bust against Sharon's more conventional chest. Robin hated seeing such a hottie so upset, so she held on and nuzzled her, slowly growing erect as her nipples rubbed against Sharon's through their soaking wet tops.

“No, Robin, it's alright, really! I'm alright! It wasn't even that much of an... An... AHHHN!” As Sharon squirmed in Robin's grasp she felt the cheerleader's cock growing hard, rubbing against her own equine shaft. Her cock practically burst out of its sheath and shot ropes of jizz on and between their legs. “An... An insult...”

Robin felt really bad now. She hadn't realized that Sharon really was a super premiejaculator when she had made fun of her, but judging by how easily she had cum Robin might have really insulted her. And if she had made Sharon feel bad... Well, that made Robin feel bad! She tilted up Sharon's face and looked her straight in the eye, ignoring the white fluid steadily staining her low rise jeans. “Hey, I totally didn't mean it. When I look at you I don't see a super pre... premajacator. You know what I see?”

“What?” Sharon asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.

“Normal beautiful lady.”

It was just a shame the ring of three had already done its work on Sharon. Nonetheless Sharon returned Robin's hug in earnest, wincing at the sound of her cum coated legs splattering against Robin's jeans.

“Why don't you come up to my room Robin? Let's see if we can't find some clean clothes for you.”

*written by FK