Chapter 1

Lynn's body writhed in ecstasy as she orgasmed for the ninth time. Denise could not only anticipate each of Lynn's orgasms from the sudden tightening and then relaxing of the Black woman's vagina, but also from the feel of her nipples as they turned to granite just before her body convulsed, her eyes rolling back and her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably. Perhaps most of all, Denise enjoyed listening to Lynn reach her pinnacle of pleasure. Her rapid breathing would become slight grunts as she drove herself upward to take all of Denise's rod into her. Her voice would become frantic as she implored her White lover to ravish her, rape her, punish her. The grunts would become whines as if she were a dog whimpering for mercy and the whines would segue into a scream of unbridled release as the sensation swept over her body and she lost all control.

Denise smiled as her lover beneath her closed her eyes in rapture.

"Denise, I never thought it could be this good."

"Lynn, you've come nine times, I've come five and this is without Viagra. I'm still hard for you," she said, slipping back into the warm and waiting nest.

The White woman knew her penis was only of average length and breadth, but possessing both the psyche and vagina of a female in addition to her male organ, Denise had a unique opportunity to know, first hand, what Lynn, or any woman for that matter, wanted and needed. She penetrated her lover at an angle which would provide the most stimulation, her tempo, slow at first, gradually building in depth of penetration and speed as she sensed Lynn's body begin to react. Her mouth covered Lynn's and her tongue overpowered her lover's. Lynn surrendered and Denise's tongue sought to explore completely the mouth of this woman who would be hers. Her hand roamed slowly but aggressively to grasp, pinch and move on as she worked her lover into a fever pitch.

The White hermaphrodite had felt her lover 's total surrender since she had first entered her. She loved this woman intensely, was determined to make her truly happy, yet she knew that Lynn was not looking for a marriage, a relationship based on an equal sharing of power. Lynn wanted, no needed, to be dominated. She could never be happy until she belonged to Denise -- in every sense of the word. Denise could not have been more pleased. As the dominant, she could give Lynn everything Lynn wanted without her Black lover experiencing guilt. Denise would simply command and Lynn would obey. Lynn would have her loving dominitrix and Denise would have her obedient slave.

Denise found Lynn's nipple and began nipping at it erotically as she heard the dark beauty begin a series of whines, each punctuated by their bodies slamming together as Lynn's body thrusted upward to take Denise's downward thrust to the hilt. The White woman knew what her lover wanted to hear.