Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part XIII – Careful Consideration [MF]

*Hey everyone, I’m sorry about the delay. I lost my job and haven’t felt up to writing in some time. I’ve been sitting on this chapter for a while, so it’s high time to post it. I’ll try to get back in gear ASAP! -J*

I did as Katlyn suggested, taking a long bath and going to bed. What else could I do? This situation was so far out of my control, I felt like I either had to let her take the wheel or drive into a ditch.
The irony wasn’t lost on me when I used the same crushed allergy pills that had started this mess to get to sleep.
I woke up refreshed, but no less depressed. The morning passed in a haze of paperwork and vaguely dismissal answers to questions I forgot as soon as they were asked of me. Finally, after too many hours of trying not to think, I took a bus home.
The thing is, I was trying not to think, but I was failing miserably. My body was on autopilot, but my mind was going on turbo. Nothing made sense. I had feelings for Chris, but I wanted my body back. Chris had left, and that made the choice to go back to being my old self obvious, but I still felt like I didn’t quite want that. I’d been a terrible person, and I didn’t know if I could fix that.
Since I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I started analyzing it. I could go back to who I was, assuming Kat and Diana were successful. But then what? My best friend had been blackmailing me, my office secretly hated me, and the act of getting my “cure” had required a lot of broken laws, not to mention probably pissed off a whole clan of gypsies all over again.
On the other hand, if I stayed who I’d become, I’d be turning my back on my entire life. My family would forget about me, or maybe they’d remember someone else. I wasn’t really clear on how that was supposed to work. I’d have to learn to adjust to a completely different life that had so far been a constant trial to cope with. And sooner or later, I’d start bleeding from my crotch, which was just a terrible thought in itself.
Not to mention the whole Tommy situation; if I stayed in this body, I’d have to go out with him, and I had a feeling he would have certain expectations of me. Not that having sex was difficult anymore. And Tommy wasn’t ugly or anything. But I just… wasn’t attracted to him. I didn’t want to be with a man who had done some of the things I’d seen him do. I didn’t want to be with a man who I didn’t- didn’t what? Love? Not love, that wasn’t me. But I had feelings for Chris. The idea of him made me warm and excited. Tommy just made me feel uncomfortable, like I’d put my hand in something sticky.
Having nothing more productive to do, I wound up drinking a bottle of wine and laying on my couch, thinking my way in an endless circle. I drifted off a little, but I came to when my door opened.
Chris walked in, and by the time I was sitting up he was there on the couch beside me, kissing me. His hands were on my face, cupping my cheeks as if I were the last drink of water in a desert.
I leaned into the kiss and without a word we started pulling at each other’s clothes. Shirts and pants went flying. My bra fell away, and I pulled Chris’s cock free of his boxers, stroking it and pressing closer to him. He moaned, then slid his hand to the back of my head and pulled me down.
I went along with it. It seemed right. Hell, it seemed perfect. I opened my mouth and let him slide his big cock past my lips and down my throat. It was different than before; I didn’t choke or gag, and before I knew it I had my lips around the base of his shaft.
I didn’t linger there long, but instead pulled back slowly until I felt the bump of the head behind my lips before sliding down again. I kept moving smoothly up and down, savoring his moans and feeling myself get more and more excited.
We shifted, and soon I was down on my knees with him standing before me. His hands ran through my hair and held my head, and he started pumping his hips. I stopped moving, gazing up at his look of pleasure as he fucked my face.
Chris pulled me back after a while, letting me gasp for air as he lifted me to my feet and kissed me again. His body was hot against mine, and his arms were wrapped tight around me, making me feel safe and cherished. Then with a quick movement I was up and he was carrying me off to the bedroom.
We were kissing again when Chris laid me down on my bed. He climbed over me, sliding his hands down my sides, and began to push his rock-hard, spit-slicked cock down into me.
I moaned into his mouth, feeling pure bliss while his tool slid down deeper, parting me like the Red Sea. He didn’t stop or even slow down, easing inch after inch into my tight passage, penetrating all the way to my core and finally grinding his hips against me.
I felt so perfect, so complete, that I almost begged him to stay inside me. Then he moved again, and pleasure made me forget everything else. I cried out, wrapping my arms and legs around him and holding tight as he began pumping me slow and deep.
It took me by surprise how fast I came, clinging to Chris’s body and moaning like an animal. He kept his pace right through it, groaning as my pussy contracted around him. As I began to relax again, his arms wrapped around me, and suddenly we were turned over; I was straddled atop him, pressing my chest down on his and kissing him, and his hands held my ass in place while his own hips drove up into me, harder and faster than before. I kept kissing him, muffling my moans with his lips and tongue. I felt perfect and right, and there was nowhere else I ever wanted to be again.
I felt his hands pulling me down, driving him all the way inside me. He held me there, kissing me and panting for breath.
“Ready?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation.
As soon as I said it, I felt something strange. Chris was still holding me on his cock, but I felt the flesh heat of a second one behind me. It was hard and slick, and before I could react, it was sliding slowly into my other hole.
“Ohgod,” I whispered as the second man started pushing deeper. His hands replaced Chris’s on my ass, holding me down, and Chris held me in his arms, kissing me again.
“That’s it, good girl,” Chris cooed. “You’ve been trying so hard, but it’s almost over.” I whimpered but didn’t protest, feeling a tight pressure inside. The second man was smaller than Chris, but not by much.
Finally, I felt his hips against my ass, and breathed a sigh of relief. I felt stretched in every direction… but it didn’t hurt. Not like I thought it would. The second cock inside me was pushing me tighter around Chris, and even the slightest movement started sending jolts of pleasure into me.
The next movements were anything but slight. The stranger lifted my hips and drew back a little, then thrust in again, pulling me down against him. It was slow but firm, and I gasped at the new heights of blissful pressure inside of me.
The move was repeated, and Chris started moving in rhythm, pushing up to meet my hips, stretching me deeper. My moans got louder, moving almost into screams, as the two men took me, moving my hips as they pleased and making me feel full to bursting.
There was a loud, familiar groan beneath me, and I realized that Chris was cumming inside me. He kept pumping, spreading heat deep in my core, before finally and mercifully sliding free of me, leaving only one man still inside me.
There was another shift, and suddenly I was on my back. I was laying across Chris’s lap, and he was holding my hand and stroking my hair.
“You’re a good girl,” he said. “So brave. Soon.”
There was a jerky bouncing motion, and I realized that I was still being fucked. My ass was at the edge of my bed, my legs were spread open, and there, thrusting into my pussy over and over, stood the other man.
Tommy.
I gasped in shock, but Chris shushed me. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said. “It’ll be your turn soon. If you choose.”
Tommy went faster and harder, slapping his hips against me again and again. His face was in shadow, and I couldn’t see any reaction or emotion in him. I moaned, feeling ashamed of the pleasure my traitor body was feeling at being fucked by a man who I hated so much.
And I definitely hated him. he had attacked me, blackmailed me; he had violated my trust and my body. I drove into him over and over, grunting with effort, slamming my dick into his cunt hard enough to make him squeal.
I gazed down at Tommy. She was a pretty young girl, much like Shawna, and she was crying out in mixed pain and pleasure as I used her. She gripped the bed with one hand, and used the other arm to try to keep her tits from bouncing around too hard.
I drove my weapon into her harder, faster, feeling a tightness in my balls that had been missing for far too long. I roared in triumph when I came, emptying my anger, my stress, and my balls into her all at once.
Her feet fell to the floor as I pulled out and walked away. I could hear her panting as she recovered on the bed, and I turned to Chris to shake his hand. I was Shawn, and he’d helped me make the world right again. He opened his mouth to respond, but was silenced by a buzzing sound.
I awoke with a little cry of surprise, almost falling off of the couch where I’d passed out. My phone was buzzing on the coffee table, dancing across the wood in determined effort to let me know someone was calling.
I groaned and snatched it up, rubbing my eyes and keying to accept the call. “What do you want, Kat?” I grumbled.
“We got it!”
“Got what?”
“Your cure! The old lady folded when they came to take her great-grandkids. But there’s a catch.”
I sighed. “Of course there is. What’s the deal?”
“Well, you’re not gonna like it… a curse like this can’t be broken. She can break the lust part, but the gender thing… she says…” her tone told me she was reading. “Right. She says you took her granddaughter’s womanhood, so the spirits took your manhood. To become a man again you must take someone’s manhood, and make him a woman in your place.”
Suddenly I was wide awake. “What?”
“Yeah. You have to pass it on to someone else. I’ve got instructions… you need to fuck a guy, then do some… weird shit… while his ‘seed is living within you’.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it; it was all just too perfect. I laughed and laughed and couldn’t stop.
“Shawna?” Katlyn called. “Shawna, are you okay?”
“Oh god,” I said, wiping my eyes. “Yeah Kat, I’m okay. I’m fuckin’… amazing.”
“You understood what I said, right?”
“Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, Kat. I got it covered.”
I ended the call and leaned back on my couch, savoring the victory. Chris had found them. Katlyn had forced them. I was getting my life back, and the only thing I’d have to do was barely even a chore.
All I had to do was let Tommy fuck me.

**END PART THIRTEEN**

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