Heather Jenkins

"Actually, I was jealous of her dress," I replied.

"You look damn good, Heather," Declan said. "I'm not attracted to super-skinny girls, my only interest is in you tonight."

"And tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Don't push your luck," was his comeback.

"I want you to push yours," I whispered.

After the dinner, Declan took me to a club. It was techno, flashing lights, lasers, fog, the whole nine yards. We were whisked to a private booth above the club level, where we could watch everybody throw their bodies around below us. "I don't come here often," Declan admitted while he was pouring us champagne.

I looked at the sea of humanity below us, the movements mesmerizing. "Why not?"

"On any given Saturday night, there may be two or three women among all the females who come in here. That's why I gave up the club circuit, too many girls. Now that I have a woman to keep me interested, this is just entertainment rather than hunting."

Did he know that I had a dick? "Thank you, Declan. You do know that I..."

"Of course. I have one too, Heather, and I look forward to using it on you."

Oh, baby, you have no idea about how much I want you to use it on me.

We didn't dance, I was pretty sure that even though he came to the club, he didn't dance there. The wine from the dinner and the champagne was going to my bladder, so I excused myself and went to the restroom.

My penis didn't react like it usually did when it was freed after hours of being tucked. I did my business and was just standing up when I heard two low moans coming from another stall. "Oh, Shezzy, you know how to hit all the right places," Nadia's voice was a loud whisper.

"I like to do you good baby," Shehzadi replied, barely audible.

"You wield that toy so well," Nadia sighed. There was a series of grunts, increasing in intensity until Nadia gave her orgasm squeal. Silence for a moment, then: "I love you so much Shezzy. Nobody can do me the way you do me."

"Even Heather?" Shehzadi asked.

"Heather hasn't caught me in a bathroom stall yet," Nadia giggled. There was a slurping sound, then the rustle of shifting clothing.

"I think Heather will like your toy, Shehzadi," Nadia said.

"Heather's somewhere getting fucked by Declan Sagemueller," Shehzadi retorted. "That wasn't what we agreed to."

"We watched Heather for months, we knew what her appetites were," Nadia countered.

"That's not the way it's supposed to be. We should be enough for Heather, five women wanting to hop into be with her at any moment!" Shehzadi grumbled. "Instead she goes for the cock!"

"Enough about that Shehzadi. You are getting your payoff, and you can choose to leave," Nadia harshly whispered.

"Not without you. Come with me, Nadia."

Moment of truth, I thought. Would Nadia choose me? Would I choose her under the same conditions?

"I will come with you, Shehzadi," Nadia said.

So much for knowing where her heart lies, I mused. I made sure everything was in place before I stepped out of the stall. I could still hear Nadia and Shehzadi, but their words were unintelligible at the sink.

Deciding I needed to touch up my makeup, I primped in front of the mirror. I had just closed my clutch when Nadia and Shehzadi came out of their stall. I was expecting to see a look of surprise on their faces, but they acted like they didn't even recognize me. They giggled a little while they washed their hands, but there was no eye contact or anything. I made a show of touching up again and watched them leave via the mirror.

I heard another stall door open, and saw Hayley come out. "That was me, don't get your panties in a bunch."

"Huh?"

"The reason they didn't recognize you was because I put a short-term forgetfulness spell on them. That took the conflict out of the situation you were feeling in your head," Hayley explained. "I didn't know you were going to break the cone of silence spell they had going, interesting that."

"Cone of silence, like Charlemagne cast in the restaurant? I broke it?" My head was spinning from the new questions.

"I'll explain later. Get your head on straight and have a good time with Declan. He needs you more than you know, Heather."

"How do you know what he needs?" I demanded.

"Because I can read him. Declan is extremely attracted to you, but he has a secret that he thinks will scare you off. It's not scary, but it requires an understanding that only you can give."

Understanding that only I could give, I thought. "Okay, Hayley."

"Good," she gave me a wink. "Do not fret the tarts, I'll take care of that for you."

I went back to the table, where Declan was contemplating the half-full champagne glasses. "Hey, Heather, welcome back."

He is nervous about something, I thought. "It's nice to be missed. Are you going to take me home and ravage me now?"

Declan stood and took my hand. "It is my pleasure."

'Home' was a stark condo in a ritzy neighborhood on the northside of Pittsburgh. Declan explained that it was a work in progress.

He showed me into the sitting room and excused himself. I kicked off my heels and thought about what Hayley had said. I couldn't come up with anything specific that would scare me, within the sane human range. Hayley probably wouldn't send me home with a serial killer.

Declan came into the sitting room wearing only a robe. I started to stand up, reaching for the buttons on my blouse, but he waved me back down.

"I need to show you something, up front, as it were," he said.

Please let him have a cock, a big juicy cock, that will shoot loads of cum, I thought.

Declan pulled open the robe showing me that he, indeed, had a cock. And tits. He had a glorious set of tits hanging from his chest. "Now I've gotten it all out in the open."

I stood up and went to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Why were you afraid to show me this?"

A tear rolled down his cheek. "I didn't want you to think I was some kind of freak."

I took a step back and took his hands, pulling him down to the couch with me. "If anything, I'm jealous. They are perfect."

"Well, I didn't ask for them. While I was married, my wife thought it a joke to feed me female hormones so that my dick would stop working and she could claim non-performance as stated in our prenuptial agreement. My doctor saw them and did some tests and determined that their growth wasn't natural. Needless to say, feeding your husband hormones is considered poisoning and she didn't get a dime."

"But you're surely not stuck with them, you can get them surgically removed," I said.

"There are dangers to the surgery, so I held off for a while. Then I met Janine Olsen, and she told me that there are other ways to get rid of them besides surgery."

"How did she find out?" I was curious as if she had fucked Declan.

"She knew," Declan shrugged. "Told me it was magic. I didn't believe in magic until I saw you in that ballroom."

I blushed. "Sweet-talker. Now that we have that out of the way, any other subjects you want to bring up?" I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock.

"My heads are completely..." I gave his cock a hard squeeze, "...empty."

I let him go and slipped off the sofa. As I knelt before him, I pushed open his legs so I could get comfortable. Declan let out a moan as I took him into my mouth. I was going to make him come quick now so I could have more time with him in my ass later. Back and forth I moved my head, savoring the sweaty smell in his pubes and the sweet taste of his precum on my tongue. Once I established my rhythm, I started taking him down my throat.

Declan's hips started to move in time with my ministrations, telling me that he was close. His hands went to my head and I looked up at him. His eyes were pleading with me to stop, and I knew he was afraid of not being able to get it up again. Another repetition and his head went back, telling me he was one stroke away. When I backed off again, I took a deep breath and when I went back down, my nose at his pubic bone. Then I swallowed. When I swallowed again, I felt his cock swell and release.

Declan's cock flexed again, and though I couldn't feel his jizz going into my stomach, I could picture it filling me up. I pulled back so that just his head was in my mouth and he shot another load which just about filled my mouth. Before I could swallow, another shot filled me to overflowing. When I pulled his cock completely out, the next wad hit me in the face.

Oh, my, he's giving me a facial and I am fucking loving it.

I lost count of how many shots hit my face, but I knew I was coated. I used my fingers to clear my eyes and saw Declan, his head still back, hit titties standing proud off his chest.

Titty jealousy picked at me while I cleaned my face with my fingers and devoured his cum. This man had just given me the gooiest fucking facial of my life and I was jealous of his tits.

Declan flinched when I leaned forward and took one of his nipples into my mouth. "Thank you Heather. I wish you would have waited."

"We have all night, Declan. You can come more than once, you know."

"My ex often accused me of being a one-shot wonder," Declan said. "But I'm not going to talk about her anymore."

There was a knock at the door, startling me out of my amorous state. "You expecting someone?"

Declan looked bashful. "I was, but you were so, into getting my cock in your mouth, I didn't have a chance to warn you."

Yes, I was, and I'll do it again. "Well, it seemed like a good way to break the ice." I used his robe to try and wipe the cum off and hoped I succeed. "Since I'm mostly decent, I'll go get it."

I went to the door, surprised that it wasn't even latched. On the other side stood a severe-looking brunette, taller than me because she was wearing heels. Cut suit jacket which emphasized her chest. "Hi, I'm Heather," I said.

She gave me a long once-over, then handed me the box she was carrying. "I'm Loren, Mr. Declan asked me to retrieve these things for him."

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome, ma'am," she smiled, gave me another once-over and walked off.

I nudged the door closed with my foot and carried the box to the living room. I was disappointed to see that Declan had closed his robe, but tried not to let it show.

After I set the box on the coffee table, Declan motioned for me to sit down. "When you were in the restroom, a woman came up to me, a bubbly blonde who introduced herself as Marci."

"I think I saw her at the party with Janine," I nodded. "Hair all curls, contagious smile?"

"That's her. She handed me this," Declan opened his hand to show me a piece of paper, "and told me that I could probably get rid of what I despised most if I could find somebody to take it."

I took the paper from his hand and unfolded it. It was a freaking list! 1) You need a catalyst (gold) 2) You need to make an agreement. Be clear as to what you both want. 3) Exchange bodily fluids. 4) Push and pull to give and take. 5) Mean what you say, once more with feeling.

Gold as a catalyst, that meant that magic was involved. Moving body parts from one person to another would probably cost a lot. The agreement was adhering to the laws of man: I will take that if you want to give it. Bodily fluids would seal the deal or lubricate the transfer. Lubricate. Push and pull was self-explanatory. Mean what you say, once more with feeling. Huh?

I explained the list to Declan the best I could, he seemed a little dubious as to the magic part but agreed it was worth trying. The box contained a pair of gold bangles which we slipped on our wrists. There was also a bag containing a large box of condoms and a large bottle of lube.

"And I'm the one that shouldn't get her hopes up?" I indicated the condoms and lube.

"Hush."

"We can't make an agreement if I hush," I pointed out. "Let's try bodily fluids first, wet my whistle."

"Kissing is always good," Declan offered.

I pounced on him, straddling him on the couch. Pulling his hands above his head with one hand, I reached into his robe and grabbed a tit with the other. "I want these, give them to me!"

"You can have them both, I'll give them to you," Declan panted in return.

Then we kissed. It was slobbery, noisy, and involved tongues. I was sure we exchanged a gallon of fluids before I finally gave him the chance to breathe. "There we go, fluids exchanged," I teased.

"Maybe we do the pushing and pulling thing now?" Declan asked with a sigh.

"Yeah, can't do that with our clothes on," I chuckled as I dismounted him. I didn't bother with the strip tease, I just pulled off my clothes, except for my panties and folded them neatly before I set them on the coffee table. "Lose the robe, hubby. I mean, honey. I'm sorry!"

Declan regarded me for a moment. "Don't be sorry. It's a nice thought, even if we've only known each other for like, six hours."

I was feeling really bad, and I could feel my skin flushing. "Declan..."

He stood up, undoing his robe and dropping it to the floor. He took my hand and gave it a gentle tug. "I'm serious, Heather. Come on and let's go to the bedroom, let's see if I can earn that title."

I grabbed the lube and the condoms out of the box. Kimberly had said that viruses wouldn't affect me, but the presence of the condoms would probably make Declan feel more at ease while fucking me silly.

The bedroom was nicely decorated, as opposed to the rest of the condo. "I don't spend a lot of time in this city," Declan explained. "I couldn't see the point in decorating the rest of the place."

"More lights in here, less cozy," I commented. The lights revealed something that I hadn't seen that well before. Declan had more than tits, he had the body to go with it. "Don't move, please."

All of a sudden, he was embarrassed. "I don't have time to work out regularly."

I walked around him, giving light prodding to his ass and being jealous all over again at his pear-shaped figure. "I want all of this," I grabbed his ass.

"All of what?" Declan asked.

"Your body fat is distributed like a woman's," I emphasized my point by running my hands over the sides of his torso. "You've got a perfect pair shape and a wonderful butt to go with it. "I'm really jealous now. I want it all."

"I thought that was just old age," Declan admitted. "Guys do get fat, you know."

"Can I have your woman-fat, Declan?" I asked.

"You can have my woman-fat, Heather," Declan said.

Just to emphasize my point, I grabbed onto his hips and pulled him toward me, my cock resting in the crack of his ass. "I want your bubble-butt and your sexy hips and your tits, Declan."

"Would you put your cock in my ass, Heather?"

That was a really strange request. Declan seemed more like the top, not even leaning toward being a switch. "Have you had a cock in your ass before?"

"Just toys," he admitted. "If there would be anybody to pop my cherry, I would rather it be you."

"I will," I promised. "Do you want to suck my cock at all?"

"Yes, I would love to," Declan replied.

"Good." I went over and laid on the bed, Declan following behind me. His first touch of my cock was tentative, giving it a squeeze before he lowered his mouth onto it. He knew enough about giving blow-jobs to sheath his teeth with his lips, but I could tell he was learning by doing.

After a minute he started getting into his ministrations. He took me all the way down, and I could feel him try to swallow. Then again. When he came up for air, he gave me a grin. "I hope I'm doing this right."

"You are. I'm going to cum soon."

"Let me have it." He went back to sucking me, and a moment later I let go in his mouth. To his credit, he swallowed it all, sitting back to lick his lips. "I could do that a million times and not get tired of it," he said.

Whoa. "I'd want it a million times too, babe. Come up here so I can lay on you."

Declan slid off the bed and turned all the lights off. Then a bedside lamp came on, dim and romantic. He lay down on the pillows and I slid over so I could rest my head on his chest. My hand reached out and idly stroked his cock. I was content.

"What do you want, Heather?" Declan asked. "In life?"

"I'd like a relationship, long-term. I'm not really monogamous, though, so it would take a lot of understanding from my partner. That kind of open relationship recently caused me hurt, and trying it again so soon is like picking at a scab, it will really hurt if it blows up."

"So you like women too?" Declan asked.

"I adore sex with both sexes," I admitted.

"What do you think about children?"

This was some sort of probing mission, I could tell. Would I be up for kids? Probably. "I think it would be nice. Someone to pass my name and experience onto. Why do you ask?"

"What did you think of Loren?"

"Cute, young. If I were in a bar, I'd try to pick her up," I admitted. Declan's cock gave a twitch, was he fucking her? "Are you sleeping with her?"

"No, I'm not. Although Loren has expressed an interest, I'm not into her. I don't think I've ever been into women, I just got married for convenience and it backfired on me."

That happens. I didn't want to talk about that right now. I wanted this cock I was fondling squirting in my ass. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"Sure. Are you comfortable sleeping there?" Declan asked.

"Not thinking about sleeping right now." I gave his cock a squeeze and a stroke, it twitched in response, telling me it was coming back to life. "I want this again."

"Heather, I don't know if I can get hard again. That little blast you got earlier was my first hardon and orgasm in a year."

"Then you have years worth of orgasms sitting in there. I am going to give you what you have been missing." I sat up and went down on him. His cock started to grow, and precum started coming out after a minute. I slid off the bed and retrieved the condoms and lube.

"You don't need the condoms if you're clean," Declan said.

I put the condoms back down and opened the lube. I squeezed a dollop in my hand and wrapped it around Declan's cock. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, baby, I'm sure." I hopped up onto the bed and mounted him in the reverse cowgirl position. His dick was bigger than John's, but once I got the head in, I was good. After a few strokes I lifted off of him, and he let out a moan. "Nothing's wrong, I'm just moving around." I laid on my side and slapped my ass. "You know where it goes, big boy."

Declan didn't have any problem spooning with me and slipping his cock into my ass. I pushed back so he was all the way in, but it was he who started moving. He put his arms around me and started pulling on my chest. I pushed back and felt his tits mash into my back. With each stroke it felt like he was getting deeper and deeper until he hit my prostate. That was the first time I had ever felt that feeling without a toy, and I loved it.

On the next push, I started getting hard again. He was going to give me an orgasm and I was going to love it. He hit my spot again and again while squeezing my breasts and using that grip for leverage to slam into me more. "That's it, baby, give me some real titties," I coaxed. "Pull them out, hubby."

"You can have my titties wife," Declan grunted. "You can have my girly ass and thighs and my titties and this freaking hair!"

"I'll take it all, hubby. Give it to me with your cum!"

He was going harder and faster now, and had shifted one of his hands to my cock and was jacking me off in time with his fucking. "You keep this," he whispered. "I want this inside me like you promised. I want to suck it every day and you fill me with your cum."