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-Dani Phantasma-
Amtity Park.
The home of Dani Phantasma, the heroine and protector (or villainess and destroyer, depending on your beliefs) of humans and pokegirls alike. The teens and pokegirls lust after her, the adults are wary of her, and the League has no idea what to do with her. And trust me, The League cares very much about the town where five of its richest occupants live. Though I’ve lived here all my life I still find that hard to believe, mainly because that only one of aforementioned rich occupants actually promotes the fact that they’re wealthy.
Whenever she appears, she’s always fighting a pokegirl or unknown entities of a similar nature as the ghost girl. She’s always trying to keep everyone around her safe, even when the victims of the attack blame her for all that had happen. It wasn’t until the revival of Pariah Dark, that everyone knew what these entities were. Ghosts, actual supernatural spirits of those who have long since passed and Pariah Dark, the queen of all ghosts, nearly achieved her desire of world domination. And it was all thanks to Dani Phantasma and her past enemies uniting for one time to protect their homes from the tyrant.
Now you may ask how a sixteen-year-old guy like myself knows so much about the ghost girl without being blindsided with lust or prejudice. Well, that’s probably because I’m Dani Phantasma. You see my parents are what you call ‘professional’ ghost hunters. They live to capture ghosts, be they pokegirl or not. Unfortunately (or fortunately as the case might be) they’re terrible hunters, but fantastic when it comes to inventing stuff that is effective against ghosts and the occasional rowdy boy that goes after my sister.
About a year ago, they finished their greatest invention, The Fenton Portal, naming it after our family name. The portal itself was designed to act as a gateway between this world and the world of ghosts, a Ghost Zone if you will. When they plugged it in and nothing happened, my folks pretty much gave up. In a way I had been disappointed back then, curious about what kind of things could exist in another world. You could blame it on this wanderlust (the only kind of lust I really had back then) and the encouragement from my two best friends to check out the inside of the portal. As it so happens I managed to do the one thing that my parents overlooked to start the machine. I pressed the ON button, conveniently placed within the portal itself. I have a firm belief a person was not meant to be inside when that thing started, mainly for the fact of what happened next.
With a flash, I staggered out of the Fenton Portal, tripping and falling through my friends. When I got off the floor, I noticed that I was sporting a brand-new pair of breasts and a definite loss of feeling between my legs. Something in my gut told me I wasn’t human anymore. Luckily, it later turned out that I could go between my new female body and my original male one. At least my friends took it well.
And when I say ‘took it well’ I mean one of the fainted on the spot, blood trickling out of his nose while the other just stared at me, or more accurately, my chest with an angry glare in her purple eyes. Just the reactions I would have expected from them if I weren’t so busy freaking out at the time.
Maybe I should tell you a bit more about my friends. Tucker, the one who fainted, has been my friend since about the third grade. He’s a bit of a pervert (but really, who isn’t in this world) and a complete and total techno geek, up to the point where I think it has become a fetish. I actually heard that he wants a Pussycom for his next birthday. I personally think that a Pussycom would go for a guy like Tucker, looking intelligent with all of his computers and his glasses, while also looking stylish with his yellow shirt and green pants, which go nicely with his dark skin. Well at least I think it’s stylish.
The other member of our merry little band is Sam. First off, you should know that Sam is a true human, not a pokegirl. In fact she is one of three human girls in Amtity Park. Second, if you should happen to call her one or try throwing a pokeball at her, she will go after you with a fury only surpassed by a raging Whorizard. Now don’t get me wrong, Sam doesn’t hate pokegirls, Heck she’s probably the head of the local pokegirl rights movement, but Sam hates the fact that people think that they can just toss a little ball at her and expect to get their own personal fuck toy (Her words, not mine). She also hates the fact that Sukebe made it so that almost all pokegirls had to have sex to keep their intelligence. It doesn’t help that many people consider Sam to be very attractive, despite dressing like a Goth. She isn’t as well built comparing her to other pokegirls, but despite the lack of… growth in some areas, many people still try and capture her.
I thought life was tough enough as it was though, with people trying to capture Sam and Tucker trying to find a pokegirl to keep him busy until he could catch or receive a Pussycom. It was only after the initial shock did the reality of the situation that we had just landed in truly register in our minds.
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“Come on, Tuck! Wake up!” I shouted, my boyish tenor now a melodic soprano. If I hadn’t been so worried with what had happened I would have noticed the fact that my voice echoed, almost like I was another me was speaking about a split second after me. My dark skinned friend shot up from his unconsciousness and landed in my new bosom. It was an unusual feeling; having something hanging off your body that you know wasn’t there earlier and then having your best friend stick his nose right into it. “Um… would you mind?” I asked, feeling my skin burn with embarrassment.
“Not at all,” came the muffled voice of my friend before he grabbed my new right breast with his hand. The instant reaction was both me and Sam bringing our fists down on his head. “Hey! What did you do that for?” Tucker asked, rubbing his head through his cap. “You idiot!” Sam shouted, taking Tuckers face and shoving it into mine. “THAT’S DANNY!”
Tucker’s eyes widened as he took a better look at me. Despite the hair color, the breasts, the slight face structure, the breasts, the outfit, and my breasts, I knew Tucker could see his best friend looking at him. And since there was no normal looking Danny walking out from behind the Fenton Portal…
“I think I’m going to be sick.” He moaned, quickly sticking his head in the nearest trash bin, the sound of tossing cookies reaching us. Sam just shook her head at techno geek, knowing that he well deserved it, before turning back to me and giving another quick glare at my new chest. “So, what happened?” She asked.
“To tell you the truth, I was hoping you might know.” I muttered, walking over to the full-body mirror my mother kept down here. Despite being the workshop of my parents, a basement was still a basement and stuff was placed just about everywhere. It was interesting, though, to see what the others had seen. I had shrunk, by at least a good two inches, which made me almost as short as Tucker and shorter then Sam by an inch. My body had definitely made up for it by…growing in other areas.
I now knew what made Sam so angry at the new me. Whereas Sam has about a big A-cup when it came to her breasts (Mind you this is my guess, I have no idea how big her breasts really are) the new pair that I had grown were a large C-cup, likely pushing towards a D (again, my guess). The absence of certain… equipment felt a little weird, but compared to everything else so far, I really didn’t mind. The most interesting thing about this ‘new me’ was that my colors, if you will, were inverted. My black hair was now a brilliant white and was probably the only thing about me that didn’t change physically. The white hazmat suit that my parents had given to me as a present to celebrate the completion of the Fenton Portal was now as black as my hair once was, the boots and gloves that were once black were now as white as my hair. And all this couldn’t take away the fact that my new assets were actually straining against the suit, forcing the suit open at the top to create a fantastic amount of cleavage.
I almost feel sorry for hitting Tucker now, for clearly the body I now had would probably cause any man to get a little stiff, especially if they happened to land face first in the mountains I now had for a chest. “So,” I said after a long silence, broken only by the sound of Tucker scraping himself off the floor. “What exactly have I become?”
“Let’s find out.” Tucker muttered, still looking like he might blow chunks again any second. I personally believe that I had made sure that Tucker wouldn’t be pulling anything perverted anytime soon. Whipping out his Multipurpose Personal Organizer (or MPO for short), Tucker selected the scan function and the pocket computer went to work. Because his computer was his own customized creation and nothing belonging to the League, we didn’t have to worry about me.
What surprised us most of all was the result of the scan. “Scan shows no previous data on subject,” the MPO beeped, speaking in a smooth female voice. “Subject appears to be an unknown Ghost type pokegirl. Further information is unavailable.”
“What does that mean?” Sam asked rhetorically, staring at the MPO like it could answer her question. Tucker was about to respond when a ring of white light surrounded me, starting at my midsection then splitting in two, one moving over my head, the other towards my feet. When they disappeared, my body, my original male body had taken the place of my new one. Sam and Tucker just stared at me, and I stared back. We had a million questions and no answers, and unless my friends wanted to end up in an insane asylum and me on a cutting board, we had to keep this to ourselves.
“Oh, crud.”
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And that was my introduction into my life as Dani Phantasma. Ever since then I’ve had to fight wild pokegirls, ghosts and the occasional bully. Other than that my life has been pretty normal, taking tests in school, hanging out with my friends, and trying to keep Tucker from spying on Dash, the school bully and jock, while he’s taming his Bimbo, Paulina.
It still galls me to this day that before she went through threshold, I had had a huge crush on her. What changed that was when she became a pokegirl, she issued a challenge for all those who wanted her to fight against each other, either with pokegirls or with fists. Sam had told me how shallow that she was before, but it wasn’t until Dash had won the little contest (I stayed out, having no pokegirls and unable to resort to my powers without my identity being discovered) that Pualina had actually presented herself like those dogs from before Sukebe’s Revenge and Dash just started taming her. Right in public!
Fortunately or un, my ‘superhero’ adventures can keep me well distracted from the problems of normal teen life. I just wish my rouge gallery were more of the pokegirl type than the ghost type. I’ve had to fight against a human lunch lady that surround herself in meat and can go from grandmotherly to psycho in no time flat, a creepy ex-tamer that has an unusual fetish for boxes, a Diva pokegirl that didn’t become an Astral (Don’t ask me how’s that possible, All I know is that she can control people with her music), and a man that not only has the same powers as myself and more (Right down to becoming a girl when in ghost mode, which is what me and my friends call my transformed state) but he was supposed to be my mother’s tamer before an accident with my father’s prototype ghost portal caused him to be a Halfa (what one is called when s/he’s half human, half ghost pokegirl) and, for some reason, caused him to be hospitalized for a couple of years.
Then there’s Pariah Dark, of course. And lets not forget my evil future half as well as about a hundred other ghosts I haven’t mention. But while they have, in a villainous way, helped me grow and become the man, or pokegirl, I am today, I was nowhere near ready for the next series of unfortunate events (Hmm, sounds like a book title) that would happen in my life.
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“YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” I screamed, being thrown against a rather sturdy brick wall, and slamming into it hard. It was a good thing that my ghost mode body was a LOT stronger then my normal human one, or otherwise I’d probably be a true ghost by now. The long gray mechanical arms of my spectral opponent surrounded my arms, legs, and mid-section, slamming me once more against the wall and pinning me there. “Did you really think you could defeat me, Nicole Technus, mistress of everything feminine and wireless?” The ghost woman monologued, leering at my breasts through her ugly glasses.
“Sorry, I don’t like you that way.” I joked, using all my strength to pull Nicole towards me. “But we can still be friends!” I shouted, punching her right in her face, causing her to let go and fly in the opposite directions. I could just hear the sound of groaning from Sam, probably not liking my little quip. “Maybe you should hang out with Skulker, seeing how he's is into technology just as much as you are.” Inside it is more like it. I thought to myself.
“HOW DARE YOU?!?!” The evil technology ghost seethed, her glasses now broken and hanging askew on her face. With a screech that would have made a Banshee proud, Technus flung herself at me, mechanical tentacles sprouting form her back. I held out my hand, focusing until a green energy appeared. With a smile, I fired five times, one for each tentacle, destroying each head. Then I ducked, Nichole soaring over me, where I grabbed the front of her coat (Avoiding her breasts, despite having my own for a year I’m still skittish about others) and flung her into the wall I had visited not too long before.
“Dani dare you!” I said, floating above her. It was after that statement when everyone (and there was a lot of people around despite it being a Ghost attack) went very quiet, although I didn’t know the reason until Technus started laughing. “So,” She crowed, an evil smile crossing her face. “The Ghost girl does become feral!”
FERAL?!?! I thought, too stunned to speak. Was it possible? How could I become feral when I was still half male? Though it was true that my hormones were becoming a little wonky, up to the point were I was having unclean thoughts about Sam, but I had thought that it was because I was getting older. I was given little time to truly understand what was happening to me when the technology ghost charged at me again in the same maneuver from before, and I retaliated the same way, tossing her into the air with an added kick. “Dani don’t think so!” I shouted, consciously hearing myself speak in third person. I pulled out the Fenton Thermos, which had originally stated out as a regular thermos (With the word Fenton in front of it!), until my parents modified it so I was able to capture ghosts with it.
A white beam shot out of the thermos and with a classic yell of “NNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Nichole Technus, mistress of really long-winded speeches, was sealed within the device. I was always confused why Technus never possessed the thermos, like she had with other technology, but my guess was that the thermos was one of the few things I had that was truly ghost proof. That and the claims Nichole makes about being the smartest ghost are VASTLY overrated.
I flew to an unpopulated area in a near alley, where Sam and Tucker were waiting for me, and felt the ring of white surround me. “So is it true?” Tucker asked when I was male once more. I gave him a shrug, looking at the ground. “I…I’m not sure.” I said, surprised I was speaking in the first person once again. “I mean I can still feel it, but it’s like something’s blocking it from getting any worse and it isn’t as strong as before.”
“Probably because you’re male now.”
Sam soothed, placing her hand on my shoulder, trying to make me feel better. The three of us had been through a lot since I had received my powers and I was closer to them then to anyone else I had ever known. But if Sam was right, and she usually was, then the next time I went to my ghost mode, I would start to become more feral, and if that wasn’t enough from the way my pants had tightened, I guessed that if I didn’t get tamed soon (an idea I was NOT looking forward too) I would soon be just as crazy and animalistic as some of the pokegirls I’ve fought.
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After this, I avoided using my powers at all cost, hoping that if I stayed male that my mind would stay intact until I could find a way out of being tamed. Despite my efforts though it became abundantly clear that while staying male helped keep my sanity longer, my mind was still heading towards a feral state. It didn’t help that only a week later; I met up with the one ghost that turned by already-crazy life on ear once again.
It was after school and Tucker had gotten detention (a not so rare occurrence now that just about everyone we knew at school had a pokegirl and Tuck, having none, was caught spying on a guy and his Catgirl) so Sam and me were heading home when everything hit the fan.
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“So when do you think Tucker will get out of detention?” Sam asked, hitching up her backpack. “Dan…I’m not sure, Sam.” I muttered, once again almost slipping into the third person. I could feel myself slowly going feral, much slower than I would have become in ghost mode. I could feel the pity from her, she knew what would happen if nothing was done soon, and from a push by one of the more popular students, she knew that I’ve been traveling with a hard-on in my pants for the last week.
Just when I thought that things couldn’t get worse, a blue wisp of smoke come out of my mouth, signaling the arrival of a ghost nearby. And sure enough, coming straight out of the ground was Skulker, a ghost that was within a fully functional battle-suit for a body. What had Skulker been in life, I don’t know, but he prides himself as the Ghost Zone’s best hunter, and he sees me as a one-of-a-kind specimen that must be his. “Well, Ghost Child. We meet again.” He taunted, an evil smile on his lips.
“Skulker,” I hiss angrily, preparing myself just in case I would have to fight. I knew the chances of that were pretty high but there has been a few times where we have called of ‘the hunt’ so as to take care of something that could make my life and his afterlife all that much harder. “What do you want?”
“To capture you, of course! Why else would I be here?” He chuckled, though he doesn’t go for his weapons. It was as if he was waiting for something. “Although I should be thanking you for sending Nichole my way. Thanks to her, I shall finally be able to capture you and truly become the greatest hunter in all! Not to mention she is one fine woman.”
“OK, Ew!” Sam commented, moving back to make sure no one was around while I tried not to think of what exactly Skulker had meant about Technus. Grabbing the Fenton Thermos and tossing my backpack aside, I lifted my hands in the air and gave my own battle cry. “I’m going GHOST!” I shouted, my tenor shifting to soprano with the last word, as the white ring surrounded me transforming me into Dani Phantasma. Almost instantly I was hit by a wave of lust that nearly knocked me off my feet. If it weren’t for the fact that there was danger around, I probably would have gone after the closest person to get something to quell the fire in my belly.
“So, Nichole was right, you are becoming feral.” Skulker laughed, as if the idea is too surreal to believe. “So what?” I retort, trying to ignore the fact that there was two potential mates within my line of sight, and then trying not to get sick over the fact that I had just thought about wanting to have sex with Skulker and Sam. “Dani no need all her smarts to beat you!”
“Danny’s further along than I thought.” Sam muttered to herself, as she watched us from a safe distance. Everyone knew that most domesticated pokegirls start feeling the urge for sex at the age of sixteen, but there had been enough doubt in our minds to hope that I wouldn’t suffer the same fading of intelligence and will that had fallen every pokegirl. Sam could tell though from the way I was panting that I was close to being feral enough where I would fuck Tucker to get back to normal, and trust me, that’s not something that I want to appeal to me even in the wrong state of mind.
Skulker, however, found all of this hilarious, laughing hard but never taking his eyes of me. “Why don’t you let me capture you, Ghost Child? Nichole and I could make you feel better, and wouldn’t you like to live with me for the rest of your life, all comfortable in your cage?” Despite his mocking tone and the fact that the thought of him doing anything to my body in either form disgusted me, I could feel my body screaming at me to submit, to let him caress, to let him…NO! I had to focus; I couldn’t give in to these urges.
I gave a yell as I charged at him, swinging my right fist at him, which he easily ducked, punching me down to the ground with his own fist. Then he kicked me in my midsection much like he would a soccer ball, lifting me up in the air so he could do a wrestling style elbow drop from a height, smashing me into the ground, knocking all the wind out of me. Giving me little time, he grabbed me by the neck and shoved me against the wall. Smiling, he grabbed one of my breasts with his mechanical hand and, despite myself, I moaned. It felt good, so good that I didn’t stop him when he used his second hand to grab my other breasts, squeezing them both. “See?” He whispered into my ear, one of his hands starting to trace downwards. “I can make sure that you are well taken care of. All you have to do is be mine.”
It took all my mental energy, as well as ignoring the nigh-blissful feelings that I was receiving, but I was able to catch his hand with my own, as well as bringing my feet up and kicking the ghost away shouting “Dani…WON’T!”
Skulker easily took the kick, knocked back only a few steps where in normal circumstances he would be flying through the sky. Now, however, I appeared to have gotten Skulker mad since he was no longer smiling and was holding a type of pokeball that I’ve never seen before. “I’ve tried to be nice, Ghost Child, but you leave me no choice! Once I capture you in this pokeball made by Technus, you will be mine and you will be a complete pokegirl!”
He threw the pokeball, not shouting the normal catchphrases that most tamers do. There was no way I could have moved in time, my energy was spent, my mind was clouded over with lust, and I could barely remember why I was fighting someone who made me feel so good a minute ago. I almost welcomed the pokeball when a shout of “Danny!” and a vision of Sam appeared before me. I took me a second to realize that it was Sam and the pokeball had hit her dead center, sucking her into the device and falling to the ground. Both Skulker and I were stunned by the turn of events and when the ball stopped shaking I knew that the worst had not happened to me, but to Sam.
A sudden fury cleansed my mind, making me think straight for the first time since the start of the battle. I was visibly shaking with rage and my hands and eyes were glowing a bright yellow green. I turned at Skulker and gave him a taste of one of my newest attacks, the Ghostly Wail. “SAM!!!!!” I screamed louder than I ever had before, and my power amplified that, sending waves of energy over the pokeball and Skulker himself. The noise was at such a great intensity that not only every window within eyeshot was destroyed and various alarms were going off all over, but the pokeball short-circuited, breaking and releasing Sam, who was now lying on the ground, out cold. Skulker’s robotic body suffered a similar fate, breaking apart, the small midget body of the real Skulker falling out of the head.
I didn’t even think before pulling the thermos out of thin air (Got to love the female hammer space) and sucking Skulker in. Then noticing the destruction around me and the unconscious Sam, I picked my best friend and flew home, phasing into the attic once I got there, it being the one place I knew no one would bother looking for me. I pulled out my pokedex (Which was a copy of my fathers that was always kept updated in case any new ghost pokegirls came into existence, I could never take the tamer test after the accident) and I hoped against logic that Sam wasn’t a pokegirl. The Pokedex beeped happily with her species, a Goth.
“I’m sorry, Sam.” I whispered, crushed that my best friend was now damned to the same fate as I was, of having to give up her body to keep her mind. I felt bile rise in my throat at the thought of someone taming her. “Sorry about what?” asked a familiar voice. Sam had woken up and was staring at me, confusion written on her face. I raised the pokedex, unable to speak to her, and just looked away.
My surprise was complete when I felt a soft hand touch my cheek, and Sam turned me to face her. Her skin had become much paler; almost the color of snow, while her lips were now a deep red, and I knew it wasn’t from lipstick. The main thing that I noticed about her were her eyes, which were the same dark purple color I had known all my life, and how they were staring right back at me.
I kissed her, female form and consequences be damned, I kissed her. And unlike the fake-out make-outs we had used before to get out of trouble, this was a true kiss, one that meant something, one that she returned. We broke the kiss to catch a bit of breath and I started kissing her along the neck, hugging her close. She let a soft moan as I trailed down her neck and back up again with kisses, our lips pressing together once more when I reached the top. “Just couldn’t wait could we?” she comments sarcastically as she runs her hands across my breasts, causing me to quiver.
“Dani, Phantasma.” I pant, too far gone to even speak normally. I move behind her, bringing her onto my lap, causing my large breasts to squish against her back as I move my own hands under her shirt and caress her own breasts. If I was in the right state of mind I would have been a bit surprised to find that she wore no bra and that her breasts were at a good cup size bigger. Of course I probably wouldn’t be doing this in the right state of mind either.
I quickly lift her shirt over her head, tossing it aside so I can see her breasts, her nipples already erect from the attention I’ve been giving her breasts. I rubbed her breasts again, paying special attention to her nipples as I kiss her throat, taking delight in her moans. When I start to pull down her skirt, however, she places her hand on mine stopping me. “Danny,” she whispers, a blush on her face. “I know we both need this, and I don’t mind doing it with you, but I want the you I’ve always known to be my first.”
Somehow, as lust induced I was, I understood what she wanted, transforming back into my male form. As soon as I was completely male once more, I felt my dick swell in my pants and press against Sam’s firm bottom, and from the smile she now had, I guessed she liked the feeling. She stood, covering her breasts from my view as she pulled down her skirt. All she was left wearing was her black panties. “Well, I’m not giving a free peep show.” She snapped, glaring at my clothed body. With speed I didn’t know I had while human, I discarded all my clothes, my hard cock finally able to stand without restraint.
Sam smiled at me, taking my dick in her hand, it’s twin moving down her panties to reveal Sam in all her glory. “Just what I wanted.” Sam muttered, caressing my dick with her hand. Not wanting for Sam to have all the fun, I pull away from her only to lie down, bringing her on top of me. Her breasts now eye level, I reach with my mouth, licking and sucking the beautiful orbs. I loved her reaction when I slipped my middle finger into her wet pussy.
After a while of this, Sam decided to take it to the next level, reluctantly pulling her breasts away from me and sitting up. She rose only slightly, positioning my cock at her entrance. With a final glance at me, she lowered, my hard dick enveloped by her pussy. The feeling was stronger than I ever imagined and all Sam was doing was lowering herself onto me. When she had all of my hard-on in her, she started to rise, squeezing my dick with her inner walls. I knew she was getting just as much pleasure as I was by the blissful look on her face, but if she continued at this speed I wouldn’t be able to hold it.
Once she had raised herself to the point that only the head of my dick was inside her, I grabbed her by the hips; forcing her down at the same time I shoved my hips upwards. Surprise and pleasure washed over my partners face as I continued this motion, pushing her up while I pulled out and pulling her back in while I thrust in. The result was Sam bouncing up and down on my dick moaning despite herself. She fell forward while I continued to thrust into her, Sam giving me a deep kiss, our tongues playing with each other.
“Dannnnnyyyy!” Sam moaned, breaking the as her orgasm washed over her, her inner walls clenching my cock and milking it for all it was worth. I joined in her climax, shooting load after load of my cum into her, feeling a release that I’ve never experienced before.
After we came down from our high, Sam laid beside me, her head against my chest, giving me a smile I’ve only seen a few times. “Thanks, Sam.” I muttered, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t mention it. Danny would do the same thing for me.” Sam replied, her hand rubbing against my chest. “At least Danny isn’t feral anymore.”
And she was right. I could think straight now and while I could still feel a part of myself that was a bit feral, for the most part I was back to my ‘normal’ self. Still I was worried a bit about Sam, I had kind of jumped her once we got back. “And don’t worry about Sam,” She said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “If Sam have to do this to keep Sam’s intelligence, then Sam would only want to do it with Danny.” I just shook my head chuckling. Sam had always been able to read my mind; I should have known that now was no difference.
“Danny glad.” I whispered, giving Sam a soft kiss. She returned it before giving me a devilish smile and moving down. I was confused for only a second until a tongue licked my limp dick. I moaned as Sam continued to stroke and lick my dick back to full hardness and said “Danny going to be really glad,” before sticking my cock in her mouth and giving it a hard suck.
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