“Well, hello,” he tittered, “where are you off to in such a hurry, young lady?” I looked up and my face went red when I saw Ralph smiling down at me, a beaming grin I’d always see him reserve for the fairer sex. I nearly tumbled backward from the force of his body colliding with mine, but his big hands caught me by the waist and held me steady against him. I rounded a corner and slammed into a wall of flesh, my face suddenly buried in the thick brown hair on a man’s expansive chest. I hurried, unsteadily stepping back toward my room. Men stared at me as I walked by, sensing my need, and I thought of nothing but climbing in their laps and sinking their rigid flesh inside me. I washed my mouth and stumbled back outside. The taste and smell of him lingered, making me ache for that throbbing rod to split me open. Still, I could feel his cum coating my throat. I locked the bathroom door behind Calvin and cleaned myself up until there was no hint to the depraved things I’d just done.
The conclusion (for now) of this gender-bending story about two buddies taking a vacation to Mexico.
