Jon Story

I felt the bolt race through my body. It started at my feet, shot up my
legs, through my groin, up my belly, across my chest and down my arms, and
then back to the heart again. There, the bolt split. Half went to my
brain, the other half went south. It was what I was growing toward, and it
hit me like nothing else ever had.
I shot my wad, and felt the hot, sticky stuff plaster my chest. It hit her
tits and some even slipped through to land on my own neck. My back arched,
and I cried out. For just a millisecond, I had no idea who I was, where I
was, or even what I was doing. And as that millisecond ended, something
else happened.
Marisa cried out, her own back arching, and I felt a warmth inside me like
I had never known.
I also felt an exhaustion like nothing else. She felt it too, and collapse
on top of me, neither of us having enough energy to do more than light
butterfly kisses.
Before I fell asleep, I took stock. My chest was covered in a quickly
cooling, quickly drying mess. My tongue was sore. My legs ached. I was
lying beneath someone who had and X and a Y chromosome like me. And I had a
hard dick up my ass. Things couldn't possibly be any better than this.