Charisma & Tiffany Part 1

Twenty minutes later, the sorceress and the shemale were together once again.

Five minutes after that, they were naked. They'd climbed aboard Charisma's huge four-poster bed, which was bigger than two king-size beds, with a mattress more than two-feet deep and fitted with satin sheets that felt cool and amazingly sheer to their naked flesh.

Charisma's hands squeezed Tiffany's breasts. "They're as lovely as ever," the sorceress complimented her guest.

"Thanks to you."

Charisma smiled. "Happy to oblige." She bent, parting her lips, and licked Tiffany's stiffening nipple with the tip of her moist, pink tongue.

The shemale writhed, moaning.

"I love your tits," Charisma confessed, licking the nipple first of one and then of the other. "In fact, I love them so much, I wish you had more."

No sooner had she spoken these words than a third breast appeared in the middle of the shemale's chest, between her other two breasts--and a second tier of three, smaller boobs popped out of the shemale's abdomen, below the first threesome.

"My God!" the startled transsexual cried, astonishment widening her eyes and dropping her jaw.

Charisma chuckled. "Like them?"

"Yes," Tiffany admitted, still astounded at having six tits, "but not enough to keep them permanently."

"Don't worry," her hostess reassured her. "Six breasts are fun as a novelty, but two are plenty otherwise." She licked each of the six nipples, one by one, and circled the puffy areolas that surrounded the erect peaks, squeezing one luscious mound while she tongued another.

Like her nipples, Tiffany's small cock stiffened and swelled, jutting from the blonde fire of her trim pubic hair. At least she didn't have six pricks and six pairs of balls to go with the half dozen tits Charisma had given her, the shemale thought. No sooner had she thought this than she sprouted five more penises and an equal number of identical, testicle-filled scrotums.