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what might have been left from her womanhood, is Hank´s garrulity.
on the way to the shower, she/ he doesn´t stop talking in his new deep bass: wow. I feel so manly after this session. great. hmmm. and you, Patric? wow. you look hot. your buttocks are so hairy. you hardly see skin. I love your hairy ass. could thrust my long hard pole right into it and fill you up with my cum. hahaha. man, I´m so hot.
meanwhile they stand in front of the mirrors.
Hank has to step back, as his huge hose of dick rises more and more. his hands run through all the new bodyhair.
he groans: aaaah. feels so good. I always wanted to be hairy. a man has to be hairy.
Hank twitches his - still sparse - beard, his - still light - chesthair, the red wool on the arms and legs; then the dense pubes and starts with both hands to knead his stiffy.
Patric watches him and knows, that very soon Hank will change more and become a dumb and hairy sexmashine - like Sam.
Sam is just sitting there in an old armchair, absently wanking off and running with his fingers across his musculous hairy body. stains of dry cum cover his chest and belly, stains of fresh cum cover the floor in front of him; his cock is semihard and lies across his belly like a python - it should have the length of 3 foot now. but his eyes are empty and moony. he isn´t much more then a semenfactory.
this knowledge of their changes makes Patric sad and arouses him at the same time.
he feels his cock rise and watches himself: he certainly has become a bear. the chesthair is dense and he cannot see any skin. it has krept up to the shoulders.
downwards the treasure trail spread outwards and there is only one rug of hair coverin the front. the whole belly is covered in a dense curly fur, joining smoothly with the pubes that cover the whole crotch.
Hank described his ass very well, and he sees the patch of hair above, which he already had, before he came here, sprawls out to cover the whole back and the hair became a coarse swirl, forming a little tail. funny, he thinks, but arousing.
his beard turned jet-black and covers the cheeks and the neck - it is hirsute and long, but even longer is his goatee. strange, Patric smiles: why do they grow quicker?
brown curls frame his manly face growing down to the shoulders.
his eyelashes are long and dense, the colour of his pupil is dark brown.
but the strangest thing is, that the shaft of his dick is totally covered in with dense blond fuzzy hair, already growing thick, dark and curly the closer it sprouts to the pubes.
this development alarms him: does Ms T. have a plan he doesn´t know yet? Sam had became a hairy dumb idiot with a monstercock, but this hose of manmeat looks still human. his, Patric´s, third leg looks like - like - like what?
yet it arouses him. the fur feels so soft as his hands run up and down and around the rockhard shaft.
thick drops of precum leave wet stains and soak the dense hair.
and his nuts are so huge and hairy. they have the size of small melons now and press his hairy legs apart.
Patric´s hands work harder and quicker. so hot.
by now all three of the pleasureboys - Patric, Hank and Sam - are sinking in a new wave of horniness and jack off busy as bees.
Watching the others drifting away in lust and pleasure, feeling his own nuts boil and loads of fresh cum ascent his long, long, giant, hairy, most arousing, magnificant manly dick, make Patric get lost in his horniness. yeah - that´s how he feels: pure lust.
his eyes absorb the wonderful scene - his amounts of silky shimmering hair, his virility.... that´s when he cums, just a moment after horny Hank and Sam - but Sam seems to cum permanently by now. Hank and Patric cover the mirrors with their loads: ..., three shots, four, five... eight, nine and - breath, breath - a tenth gush drips out.
slowly their dicks soften and hang there heavy, meaty and thick.
they smile. Hank kneels down, his enormous dick touching the puddle of cum on the floor, and licks his own juice, running down the glass. what a joy.
Patric feels relaxed and good.
he lifts his arms and enjoys the huge muscles, the thick bushes of dark pithair.
his fingers run through his long brown curls and bind them into a pigtail - when he suddenly sees his ears and get frightened...