Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part XV – Back in the Saddle [MF]

The whole process took about ten minutes, plus two more for clean-up. I guess gyspies value efficiency when they’re passing curses around. ExpressCurse, for when you just have too many lives to ruin today. After I was done, I returned to the living room in my robe and a plain bra and panty set.
“Hey, everything cool?” Tommy asked, grinning at me.
“Yeah. Just had to do a bunch of gross shit, you know how it is. Bitches, man.”
“Bitches,” Tommy agreed. “So, you wanna watch some TV or something?”
“Dude, it’s cool. You can ditch. I know you want to.”
“Shit,” Tommy said with a chuckle, “I keep forgetting you were a guy. Thanks, uh, bro.” He went in for a fistbump, which I allowed to keep up appearances. “I’ll call you.”
“No you won’t, asshole,” I replied. “But it’s cool, I’m sure I’ll see you again real soon.”

I woke from a death-sleep the next morning, groaning and stretching my sore arms and legs. Something was happening, something urgent…
Knocking. Someone was knocking at my door. Or rather, banging. Hard.
I hauled myself out of the warm cocoon of my blankets, arching my back until it popped before trudging dutifully to the door and throwing it open.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes. “Hey, Chris,” I said. “What’s-”
The word “up” died in my throat. My voice was deep and rough. I blinked hard in surprise. When I opened my eyes again, I was staring into Chris’s own gaze. I wasn’t looking up to do it, because I was the same height he was. Which was only natural, since I was, after all, a man. A man wearing a tiny robe and a bra and panty set that would never be the same again, but a man regardless.
“It was true,” he said softly. He looked like he was going to pass out. “All of it?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Look, I’m sorry about…”
Chris turned and left. I called after him, but he just kept going.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “Poor dude.”

A good cup of coffee later, and I was feeling almost normal. I’d called in to work and let them know I was taking a personal day to “see my sister off”. Mary sounded pretty disappointed at Shawna’s decision to leave, but assured me that the whole office would be behind any time I took off to help her. Something told me that Shawn wouldn’t have received the same treatment. But hell, maybe Shawn would be different now.
And why not? I’d learned a lot of shit that nobody would ever tell a man. I knew what sorts of people were really around me. And I’d made some really good friends. Maybe the new Shawn would be able to do the same. Hel, if I played it right, met the right people, I might even get myself a promotion.
My plotting was interrupted by a fast, angry banging on my door. I sighed and walked over to open it, this time wearing a bigger robe.
There was a woman there who I didn’t recognize. She had black hair, perky tits, and a scowl turning her pretty face ugly. Her track pants and tshirt hung loosely on her, catching the breeze as she moved. Before I could react, her hand was up and across my cheek in a bone-jarring slap.
“You motherfucker!” she spat.
I shook my head, taking a second to let the ringing in my ear subside. “Tommy?” I asked.
“Tammy, apparently. What the FUCK, dude. You gave me your curse?? Fuck you!”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” I said, then stopped. “Actually, no, I’m not. You tried to rape me when I needed help, asshole. And then when I went and got help myself, you stalked me and tried to blackmail me just to get your dick wet. So fuck YOU, ‘Tammy’. Fuck you for showing me that our years of friendship meant shit-all, and fuck you for being a goddamn pig. Enjoy your new life. I hope for your sake the pheromone thing doesn’t kick in too.”
“Pheromone? What?? Hey, wait!”
I didn’t wait. I slammed the door in her face and locked it.

“Tammy” eventually had to be escorted out of the building by security officers. It couldn’t be helped; she kept banging on my door and yelling crazy accusations, disturbing my sweet retiree neighbors.
I finished my coffee and settled in to watch some TV. This was going to be a “me” day. No stress, no curse, just relaxation.
My mind kept wandering back to Tammy. It felt good to get such a clean revenge. She’d definitely een cute though. Maybe I shoulda let her in, given her a taste of her own medicine the way Tommy had with me.
No, that was a bit much. I could still remember how dirty it made me feel, how vulnerable, when I retreated from him, running out into the rain, running into Chris.
Chris. Now there was a pile of regret that would stay with me a while. I shook my head and got up to pour some more coffee. Not worth it. Bridge’s burned, and he was the one lighting the match.
Still, it wasn’t all bad. I thought back to that first morning, when I met Katlyn and Diana. My friends, my allies, my-
I felt a stirring, odd and surprising yet familiar all the same. I looked down and chuckled. “First boner in a week,” I mused. “I missed you, big guy.”
My dick twitched, waving hello.
My phone was in my hand and dialing before i even realized what I was doing. Katlyn answered on the first ring, of course.
“Shawna? How’d it go? What happened? We talked to Chris but I don’t think he believed me about you and then I went to bed and had a dream that you turned into like a cat or something instead of a dude and I had to feed you milk and-”
“Kat!” I said, cutting her off. “It worked!”
I held the phone away from my ear just in time to keep her shriek from hurting me. “Omigod! That’s great! Is that great?”
“I think it is. Yeah, it’s great.”
“Where are you? Are you at home? You have to tell me everything!”
“Yeah, I’m at home, why don’t you-”
“I’m coming over!”
“-come over. Hello? Katlyn?”

Katlyn showed up ten minutes later, banging on my door. I hurried over to open it before the neighbors called another complaint.
“Katlyn,” I said, smiling down at her. God, she was short.
Katlyn stared up at me. “Shawna?”
“Shawn now. Come in.” I stepped aside to let her into the apartment.
“Jesus,” she said, eye-fucking me while I closed the door. “You really… I mean, I always believed you but DAMN, girl!”
“Girl? Not anymore, ‘Wildcat’.”
She grinned. “I dunno, I think maybe I need to investigate, make sure you’re intact.”
“Oh believe me, I checked. Everything’s there.”
Katlyn flopped on the couch. I sat next to her, and she immediately draped her legs across my lap. “So tell me about last night,” she demanded. “I wanna hear it all!”
“Heh. Well, I went out with Tommy, you know that…”

Katlyn listened as I recounted the tale of my evening. “So he just bent you over the couch, just like that?”
“After the tittyfuck, yeah,” I said. “Right where you’re sitting, actually, is where my chest was.”
“I can’t decide if that’s hot or skeevy.”
“It was kinda both, the way he did it. And the whole ‘Daddy’ thing was just… ugh.”
Katlyn laughed. “Total agreement. But you can’t fool me. I know you liked it, at least a little.” Her leg shifted, and I realized my dick was pressing up against her ankle. “Or maybe a lot.”
I chuckled. “Well, you know, taking a girl hard and fast is never not fun.”
“Oh yeah?” She shifted again, intentionally trailing her foot along the length of the bulge under my robe and boxers. “Show me.”
I dove at Katlyn with a growl, yanking her pants and panties down off her in one smooth motion, exposing her glistening wet pussy. She shrieked playfully, squirming and shifting as if to run away.
It set something off in me. I flipped her over and yanked back on her ankles, making her lay face-down on my couch. Straddling her legs to keep her pinned down, I lifted her hips enough to line myself in before thrusting myself deep inside of her.
A shock ran through me, making every hair on my body stand on end. I collapsed on top of Katlyn, gasping. “Ho-holy shit,” I breathed.
“Mmnn what?” Kat moaned. “What is it?”
“I think I’m a virgin in this body too,” I said, lifting myself up a little. I could feel every inch of Kat’s pussy gripping my cock, and every time she shifted or squeezed I felt myself pulse and jump in response. “This is fucking intense.”
“Ooh, lucky me,” she purred, wriggling under me.
“Oh fuck, stop that,” I said, “or I’m just gonna blow inside you.”
“Good,” she said, grinding back against me. “You’re clean and I’m safe, and we have all day.”
“Fuck, good point,” I said. I grabbed her shoulders and started pumping my hips, driving down into her hard and deep, groaning with pleasure.
Kat moaned into a cushion, bucking back against me. Every time I pulled back, she squeezed, and lightning shivers flew up my spine. I moaned, pumping faster, taking her hard enough that I started feeling myself bottom out inside of her. It was too much too fast, and before I knew what was happening I was thrusting desperately, groaning in her ear and shooting what felt like a firehose of cum into her.
I collapsed with a shudder on top of her, chuckling breathlessly. “Shit,” I said, panting, “it’s like I’m thirteen again.”
“Well then,” Katlyn cooed, shifting to look up at me, “you’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Diana stared at me when I sat down across from her in the restaurant booth. Katlyn joined us a moment later, sitting next to me. We’d called Diana to meet us for dinner somewhere between when we were fucking on my kitchen table and when she was blowing me in the shower.
“What’s that matter?” I asked. “Didn’t you believe me about who I really was?”
Diana shook her head. “It’s not that. It’s just that i never expected you to go through with it.”
Katlyn scoffed. “After all that effort, he’d better have,” she said, elbowing my side. “Besides, we had a date.”
“Katlyn, you need to stop thinking with what’s between your legs. Sometimes I think you’re more of a guy than Shawn is.” Diana sighed. “What about Chris?”
“Yeah,” I said, leaning forward, “what about Chris, anyway? He showed up this morning, but he wouldn’t talk to me. What’s that all about?”
“Why are you looking at me?”
“Because I already asked Kat.”
“Alright!” She took a sip of the coffee in front of her, then made a face. It had apparently gone cold. “So I managed to get through to him on the phone this morning. I didn’t know you’d already pulled the trigger.”
“And…?”
“And… I convinced him to give you a chance. To trust you. I told him that either it was true, or you believed it was, but that didn’t change who you were.”
“So he was coming over to make up?”
“And make out!” Kat offered. I frowned at her, and she mimed zipping her mouth shut.
Diana shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. He sounded pretty hurt.”
I leaned back and sighed. “Fuck. I feel bad about using him. I was hoping we could be friends.”
Diana glared at me. “Could you be friends with someone who killed the woman you loved?”

I said goodbye to Kat and Diana early in the evening, heading to a nightclub nearby. I’d been there before. In fact, Tommy and I used to call it ‘the meat market’, and we’d head down there whenever we felt the need for some cheap, easy girls.
I was three drinks in at the bar when she sat next to me and ordered a cooler. She was young, probably only recently hit old enough to be there at all. She was wearing a tight little red dress that hugged her curves. She had blue eyes, red lips, and bright copper hair that hung down far enough to tickle the freckled skin of her breasts.
“Hey,” he said, smiling as she noticed me stare. “You look familiar. Do you come here a lot?”
“Not lately,” I admitted, “but I’m getting back into some old habits.”
“Cool. Wanna dance?”

We tumbled into the washroom, a tangle of lips and limbs and breathy moans of desire. One of my hands was up her dress, stroking her through what felt like the smallest pair of panties in creation. The other was gripping a fistful of that copper hair, leading her where I wanted her. Not that she seemed to object, mind; her own hands were fumbling with my belt, trying to get my pants off.
She managed to get the belt and fly undone before we reached the handicap stall at the end of the row. I slammed and latched the door, then turned back to her, letting myself admire her for a moment. She really was gorgeous, from her long, pale legs to the pink nipple that had popped out of her dress while we were pawing at each other.
I grinned wolfishly at her. “Turn around, baby,” I commanded.
She turned, gripping the safety rail on the wall and arching her back. Her hips swayed a little, a mixture of alcohol-fueled vertigo and lusty teasing.
It was three quick moves: dress up, panties down, and a thrust. My groan of pleasure was drowned out by her own moan as I sank into her, grinding my hips up against one of the best asses I’d ever seen.
I could feel her bracing against the wall. She expected me to fuck her, hard.
I didn’t disappoint her.
I grabbed her hips and started driving into her. She stumbled a little at the force of my thrusts, but managed not to get crushed too badly against the wall. If her moaning was any indication, this was exactly what she wanted, too.
I slid my hands up, pulling her dress down enough so I could grope her tits while I fucked her. Her cries ramped up at that, so I squeezed them harder, pulling myself into her harder.
It didn’t surprise me when she contracted around my cock and started gasping. I’d certainly came hard when Chris had taken me like this.
I shook my head. Nope. That was Shawna, not me. Someone else, a dead girl who didn’t matter. I cleared my mind and slammed into the redhead harder, driving myself through her clenching pussy.
There was a loud clicking sound, and I realized I was pushing hard enough to lift her her heels off the ground. The spikes of her shoes tapped down rhythmically against the tile, keeping time to my use of her.
I pulled back and she immediately turned around, falling to her knees. She dove for my cock, hair swaying as her lips and hand encircled and bobbed down on it.
I could feel the pressure building. I grabbed her head in both hands and started thrusting into her throat, groaning at the smooth, tight sensation of her swallowing me.
I pushed down deep and came hard, groaning and holding her down, making her swallow my load. To her credit, she didn’t fight it, just looked up at me with eyes watering from the effort not to gag and shining with a mischievous glee.

After it was done, the girl stood and brushed off her knees. She pulled up her panties and tucked her magnificent ass and tits back into her dress. “Thanks,” she said playfully. “I needed that.”
“Me too,” I said to her back as she stumbled out of the stall and washroom.
Except I hadn’t, not really. She’d been the one who wanted to come in here and fuck like prey animals. I’d been running on automatic the entire time; I didn’t even remember it feeling good.
It made no sense at all. I was Shawn Milner. I fucked bitches. That was just the way the world worked. So why wasn’t I smiling and strutting out of the washroom right behind her, dick still wet, like some victorious peacock?
And why did I feel like shit all of a sudden?

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