Though her face was still wet with tears, Becca pulled off her jeans as soon as she got in. She stripped to nudity, then made herself stare at her body in the full length mirror on the back of her wardrobe door.
Normal hair.
Normal face.
Normal breasts.
Cock.
It was inescapable, and still ragingly hard. She could feel it pulsing between her legs. Unable to look at her ruined body any longer, she slammed the wardrobe door shut and ran to the bed. She was suddenly aware that she needed to be rid of her erection, and that there was only way to achieve that.
With trepidation, she allowed her hand to touch the male member she now had. She stroked it once, gently, and was surprised and fascinated by its sensitivity. It didn't really feel, on a general level, any more or less sensitive than her lost female parts. Touching the shaft had the feel, roughly, of touching the inside of her vagina. Her ball sack was as sensitive as her pussy lips, and the tip of her manhood, as sensitive as her clit, but larger and more obvious.
She began pinching the tip of her cock, the sensation alien but somehow enjoyable. Gradually, she discovered that moving her hand up and down the shaft of her penis did feel more natural and pleasant than simply rubbing the tip as if it were a clit. Her cock stood so proud from her body that attempting the latter really had little effect at all; she needed to hold her member in place.
Her breasts wobbled on her chest as she began to wank herself harder and harder, losing herself briefly in the physical sensation. With her free hand, she began rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples, masturbating as if she had forgotten she was now a freak. For a brief moment, she did. And in that moment she came.
Her orgasm was familiar, but strange. The muscles of her manhood responded differently to those of her womanhood, working as they did to expel her jism rather than retain it. Cum shot from her penis, straight up on to her prone body.
The moment passed. She could feel her penis going limp, and from the brief sexual frenzy came revulsion at herself and her altered body. The feel of the cum from her new cock turning cold on her stomach turned her stomach. She felt sick. She ran into the bathroom and vomited. Tears began to stream from her eyes again. She threw up a second time. Once her stomach was empty, she sat for several minutes.
Becca was a strong person. Her mother had died when she was only around eight, and she had been raised by her father. She had got through that. She had survived high school. She had survived hiding her true sexuality for years. And, to her credit, she realised there and then that somehow she would have to find a way to survive this.
The bathroom was really a tiny shower pod, with the lavatory right next to the shower. She was now covered in sweat, cum, and vomit. So the first thing she did was to turn the shower on and clean herself. As she soaped her body clean, she began to think about what she would do next. She was, she realised, still pretty. Her body apart from her genitals remained entirely intact. Nevertheless, she was disturbed by the alteration to her gender and her sexuality. As she reluctantly pulled back her foreskin and cleaned the tip of her penis, her hand ran over her pubic hair. She had always kept it neatly trimmed, but she had never shaved her pussy bald. That was reflected in her manhood and balls, which were neat, but hairy.
She immediately made the decision that that would not remain the case. If she was to have a man's genitals, she would at least not be a hairy man. Warm water still running over her body, she found the razor she used to keep her legs and underarms smooth. She pulled her cock to its maximum length with her left hand, and ran the razor over it with her right, until she was carefully clean shaven.
She then turned her attention to her balls, and discovered they were nowhere near as easy to shave. She pulled the skin taut, and did her best, running the razor over them repeatedly to try to clean them of hair. She had never used hair removal cream before, but it dawned on her that she may now need to invest in some.
She moved her hand away in surprise as she nicked herself, a tiny cut. She held her balls up and examined them. There was a tiny amount of blood, but she quickly discovered there was no trace of a wound whatsoever. It appeared Luke had not been lying when he said her genitals would heal quickly. She deliberately drew the razor across them in a quick stroke she knew would draw blood if not do any real damage. She watched in fascination as she healed quickly from the wound.
Not that the cuts she made into her masculine parts were any real injury, she reflected. The real injury was that her pussy had been taken from her, and with it any kind of normal sexuality. She was not, in that moment, really sure what she was. She still felt like a female; a woman. But women, as far as she understood, did not have penises. Of course she knew of the existence of transsexuals, and she pitied anyone whose body did not match the gender they felt. But for her, there was no precedent. She turned her thoughts away from it. The full implications of her alteration were beyond her grasp. She simply could not deal with them so soon. Instead, she took to completely cleaning her crotch of hair. She reached underneath her new parts and ran the razor all over her underside, before finally making her way through the hair higher up. When she was done, her crotch was completely bald for the first time since she'd hit puberty.
She looked down at her work. Her cock actually looked larger with no hair to hide it. She sighed. At least she felt more feminine. Women were supposed to have hairless genitalia according to men. She turned off the shower and dried her poor body.
She wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the shower. She ran a comb through her hair and thought about what to do next. She would need to find some way of hiding her masculinity on a day to day basis. Her genitals were far too large to simply let hang loose. With absolutely no sense of sexuality whatsoever, she began to play with herself. She discovered that, with some work, her balls could actually retract into her abdomen, and she could then pull her penis underneath herself, holding them in place. What she needed was some way of keeping her phallus in position. She pulled open a drawer and found some tape she used to hold strapless bras in place, and when wearing certain dresses. She pulled her cock under her body, hiding her balls, and taped it to herself.
Satisfied, she found a pair of panties that were slightly prettier than the first pair she had put on that morning. She pulled them on, and then looked at herself in the mirror. She allowed herself a smile as she realised there was really no way of knowing the shape of her genitals through her underwear when she was properly positioned like that. She finished dressing then sat down at her desk. What was she going to do now? One possibility, she realised, was to call the police. What had taken place was certainly a crime. She had been, and felt, completely violated. Somehow, the thought of having to tell anyone about what had happened to her filled her with revulsion, though. She hated Dan and Luke for their actions, but at the same time was too ashamed of her freakishness to contemplate telling anyone, let alone police, doctors, and eventually, if the case went to court, a room full of strangers. She sighed. She could feel her cock underneath her, just sitting there, uncomfortable and strange. If she wasn't going to go to the police, then what was she going to do? The only thing she could do, she realised, the only way to not let Dan and Luke win, was to live her life. So that was what she resolved to do.
A knock came at her door. It was her flatmate, Carla, an attractive, dark-skinned drama student. "HI Becca, are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied with a weak smile.
"You sure? I thought I heard you crying."
"Yeah. I – I saw Luke last night. It was difficult." Becca lied.
"Oh, honey." Carla said, and threw her arms around Becca. Small as the gesture was, it made her feel a little better. "Retail therapy?"
"Sure." Becca said. Doing something as feminine as window shopping for clothes in the city centre would, she thought, help to make her feel better. She rose, put on her coat, and followed her friend out, chatting as inanely as possible about nothing. And for the rest of the day, she forgot.
Luke was kissing her, his mouth warm upon hers. She was kissing him back, enjoying the taste of him, the feel of his body, powerful yet slender, masculine but restrained.
She began to undress him, and his hands slipped under clothes, running over her flesh even as he lifted the clothes away from her body. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she struggled desperately to pull his cock out even as he was fumbling with her panties. She pushed him to the bed, and pulled the lacey pink underwear down. She knelt over him, teasing him with her naked cunt, before finally taking him into herself.
She rode him hard, enjoying the sensation of his hard, hot manhood inside her damp womanhood, and the sweet sensation as it moved in and out. Her breasts moved rapidly on her chest as she gave herself free reign to fuck him hard. She reached out to grab hold of something, anything, as she felt herself reach a staggering orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her, and then she felt him come.
She was gasping even as she opened her eyes, and became aware of her surroundings. Once again, she was lying on her back, her nightdress rumpled about her waste. As she attempted to smooth it down, she realised she had once again shot cum all over herself, and her cock was not yet limp. She pulled the nighty off, allowing herself to be naked. It was a shame, she thought, as she cried herself to sleep. She had liked that nightdress.
Days went by, and turned into weeks. She had become quite practiced, after one or two occasions, at controlling her arousal when in public situations. She was able to repress any sexual feelings even when deep into a detailed conversation about sex. She had learned to keep a roll of her tape with her when out, in case she did become aroused, but in general, the unappealing prospect of jerking off in public toilets kept her from having to use it.
When she did masturbate, she still did it in bed. She had always fingered herself in bed when she had had female genitals , and though she had begun heading into the shower to do it, she had found she could enjoy it more when she followed her old routines.
And she DID enjoy it. For those few minutes when her hand grasped her throbbing cock, it did not matter that she was wrong, that her body had been physically scarred in a truly hideous fashion. The moment of pleasure, of ejaculation, was all she needed.
One night, she found herself not lying on her back in her usual preferred position, but instead kneeling as though she were riding a man's cock. She began to rock back and forth and momentarily lost her balance. She fell forward, and found herself in an imitation of missionary position, her cock and balls hanging beneath her. Rather than writing herself, she found herself fascinated by the feel of them being loose and free, away from their usual restrained position. She carried on masturbating in that position, until finally she spilled her juices on the bedsheets.
Still naked, she wiped her cock clean and changed the bedclothes. She reflected upon the fact that her manhood had become both a private pleasure and a secret shame. She knew she was confused. On one hand she still acted and felt like a woman. The other generally contained her cock. Increasingly, her fantasies were focused solely upon women. She wasn't sure if that was a reaction to her masculine genitals or to the feeling of violation by the two men who had done this to her.
She was increasingly lonely. Before her change, she had been the sort of girl who never spent very long outside of a relationship. Even inside a relationship, she had still regularly had sex. Now all she did, all she felt she could do, was masturbate. Who, she wondered in her darkest moments, would ever want a freak like her?
Her dreams alternately presented her with cock and pussy. She was growing more used to her manhood, she was sure. At first, she had avoided using the opportunity to pee standing up, preferring to imitate her female posture by squatting or sitting. Now, when in a hurry she would often whip it out whilst standing, before correcting herself and stuffing herself back into her underpants.
Finally, she decided to come out to Carla. Not about her genitals, but rather about her increasing preference for girls.
"It's funny," she said one afternoon, "But since Luke I haven't really had any interest in men."
Carla smiled. "It'll take a while to get over him."
"No," Becca giggled, "I've had interest. Just not... in men."
Carla looked at her oddly. Then smiled. "About time." She said.
"What do you mean?" Becca asked.
"I mean I've known you were into girls since before you split up with him. You can't bring that much pussy back home without me picking up on it eventually, babe." She said.
"Carla!" Becca said, shocked. "Anyway, I've been good lately."
"Yeah... what's up with that?"
"I just haven't really felt like it so much." Becca lied.
"You mean since you broke up with him you've felt more like a lesbian, but haven't actually wanted sex?" Carla said, puzzled.
"I've wanted women more. I wouldn't say I'm a lesbian. Bisexual, maybe." Becca said.
"Don't change the subject. Do you want it or don't you?" Her friend asked.
"I do want it, but..."
"But what? You want it, you deserve it, and you can get it. We're going out tonight. To that gay place. And you are going to pull." Carla was insistent.
And so they did, and Becca did. But she didn't let it get any further than kissing. Even with that, she could feel her cock straining to break its bonds, leaving her uncomfortable until she was force to masturbate in the dirty club toilet. But she did enjoy the kissing, and the idea began to come to her that her sex life might not be over.
Weeks later, she met Claire properly for the first time. They were both at a play Carla was performing in, and happened to be sitting next to one another. During the interval, they began talking. Afterwards, Becca invited the softly spoken but talkative young woman out for a drink with them.
They spent the evening locked deep in conversation, and it became clear there was a spark between them. They agreed to go for dinner the following week. Again, they spent the whole time locked in conversation, and went on for a drink afterwards. Neither of them ever needed to explain their interest in the other. It was simply plain. And they had plenty in common, both having lost a parent at a young age, though in Claire's case it had been her father. Her mother had become distant after that, she told Becca, and she had grown up on her own. She had signed up for medicine because she wanted to find a cure for the disease that killed him, at first. She then humbly explained that it had already been found.
Their music taste matched. They enjoyed similar books and films. In short, they seemed to fit one another nicely. Becca's only problem was a good ten inches long and taped between her legs.
Finally, they found themselves at the club where it had all started. They were dancing together, then they were dancing up against one another, then they were kissing, passionately and almost desperately. And then, the unthinkable happened. Becca's tape came off completely. Her cock sprang forwards, out from her panties, and pressed up against Claire's petite body. Claire started. "What's that?" She asked.
Becca pulled away from her in a flash. "Oh God." She said. "Oh God. Oh God. I'm sorry. I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." Tears began to run down her face.
Claire reached out for her but she pulled away. "I have to go." She managed. "I'm sorry." She muttered, and fled.
Somehow, she managed not to care that her erection became obvious unless she walked and sat awkwardly on the way home. She got into a taxi, and finally heard her phone ringing in her handbag. Claire, the screen read. She pressed the cancel button. Just as she got back to her room, it rang again. Cancel. She switched it off, and sat down on the bed, crying. She could not bring herself to work her sexual arousal away with her hand that night. She fell asleep with her member still hard, and woke up that way after fitful dreams where everyone she knew stood around laughing at her. In one, her mother chided her to hide her shame as her penis somehow emerged at a family dinner.
She finally managed to make herself come in the morning, as she awoke. She showered and dressed. Before long, a knock came at her door. Carla.
"Hey, you okay?" Her friend asked. "I had Liz calling, Claire really wants to know what's going on."
Becca just began to sob. Her friend rushed over to her. "Hey, it's okay. What's the matter with you? It's okay."
Becca couldn't bring herself to answer fully. "Carla... there's something wrong with me. Something really horrible. And I just... I know I have to tell Claire. But I can't make myself do it."
Carla hugged her closer. "Hey. Whatever it is, and I understand you don't want to tell me, Claire isn't going to care. She's into you, you know. Really. And I think it's great that you found someone. Don't throw it away just caused, you know?"
"I know." Becca said. "It's just... I'm scared. I don't think she'll want me when she knows what it is."
Carla smiled. "Why don't you let her decide that?"
Becca looked at her friend. She forced a smile. "Okay." She said. "I'll call her."
"You'll feel better if you do. Hey, I gotta get to class, but I'll be back soon, okay?"
"Okay." Becca nodded.
Carla left, and Becca took the phone from her bag and switched it on. Seven missed calls, all from Claire. One text – the same. She read the text. Hey. Don't know what happened last night but I really need you to call me. It's okay, whatever it is.
Becca picked it up and pressed the button to call Claire.
"Hi." Claire's voice came through. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. No. I think so." Becca stumbled out. "I need to talk to you. In person. There's some stuff you need to know... about me. About my past. Can I meet you later? I'm sorry for running off. I was just scared."
"Okay. Calm down. We'll get together and talk. I have class today, all day, but we can get together this evening." Claire said. "Say, about 7.30?"
"Yeah." Becca said. "I really... I don't think I'm ready to do this in public. Can we meet somewhere private?"
"My place." Claire said. "I really have to go. Just calm down. It's okay. I like you."
"I like you too."
"I'll see you later." Claire hung up.
Becca skipped class that day. She spent the entire day trying to think of what to say to Claire. How to explain herself and her bizarre body? The only way, she realised, was to tell her outright.
She arrived at Claire's at 7.30 sharp. Claire was fresh from the shower, and Becca couldn't help but think she looked beautiful with her hair still slightly damp. She felt a twinge between her legs and worked to suppress it.
"Come upstairs." Claire said, "We can talk in my room." Becca followed her upstairs and found a remarkably tidy and pleasant room. Claire sat down on the bed and indicated Becca to join her.
"I just want to say, I really admire you for telling me what I think you're about to. It takes a lot of, erm, courage. And it doesn't change things between us. If you are about to say what I think you are." Claire said.
Becca managed a weak smile. "It's not what you think. If you're thinking what I think you are. I'm not a... tranny."
"Okay." Claire said. "Then why don't you tell me what it is?"
"Okay." Becca paused, gathering strength. "A couple of months ago, I broke up with my boyfriend. We'd been together for about a year, but I'd found myself more and more strongly attracted to girls. To the point where I was cheating on him, regularly." She looked down at that, awaiting Claire's judgment.
Claire just smiled. "Sounds good so far." She joked.
Becca smiled too. "We broke up. He found out I was cheating and I'd already made up my mind I couldn't go on. But it didn't end there. He had this friend, Dan-"
"Oh my God. I know him. I think. I know the guy. About so tall, dark hair?"
Becca nodded.
"He had sex with Liz last term. She said he was really nasty, really rough. She was up for a once-only type thing but he left her feeling horrible, she said." Claire volunteered. "He's on the same course as me. There've been a lot of stories."
"Trust me," Becca said, "I have the best story. Or the worst." Claire indicated for her to continue. "Well, anyway, they found me one night at the club. They drugged me. Then they... did something to me." Becca had to stop there.
"Did they... rape you?" Claire asked, delicately.
"No." Becca shook her head. "Worse. They got this stuff, this grey stuff, and they injected it into me. And I grew... I changed. I grew what you felt last night." Becca's voice broke. She waited with baited breath for Claire to catch up.
Claire's eyes grew wide, and Becca couldn't help noticing that they were beautiful. Claire was beautiful. "Oh my God." Claire said.
Becca nodded. "So there it is. I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away."
"Don't be stupid!" Claire burst out. "What are you supposed to do, say to everyone you meet `Hi I'm Becca, some jerks experimented on me and now I have a cock!'?"
Becca burst out laughing. "I guess not."
Claire was serious again. "It doesn't change things for me, you know."
"Really?" Becca said.
"Really." Claire said, and leaned closer to her.
"So you still like me?" Becca asked, now flirtatious.
"I still like you."
"Good."
And then the two girls kissed. It was long, and delicate. Momentarily, Claire withdrew, and took Becca's head in her hand. "Really." She said, and kissed her once more. Their hands began to move along each other's bodies. Finally, Claire slid a hand up the back of Becca's t-shirt. Becca pulled away.
"I'm not sure I'm ready." She admitted.
"You don't want me?" Claire said, playfully though.
"I do. I really do. But I'm not ready to have sex with someone just yet. I need a few more days. I need to get used to the idea that you want me." Becca admitted.
"Okay." Claire said. She was hurt, a little, but she hid it. "That's okay. I suppose you would." She ran a hand through her hair. "Is it still okay for us to make out?"
Becca nodded eagerly. And so they did. She didn't even care when her cock came loose.
"Those bastards!" Claire was saying. "This technology's supposed to stimulate limb re-growth for amputees, not turn perfectly gorgeous young bisexuals into she-males!"
Becca flinched at the word "she-male". "Sorry." Claire said. "It just makes me really angry. It's not just a crime against you, it's a crime against women everywhere. It isn't right."
Their few days had passed, and once both of them had cooled down, they had made an agreement that it would be sensible for Claire to analyse a sample of Becca's cum before they actually did anything, given Dan's comments about surprises. The lab environment wasn't a particularly romantic setting for a date, but Claire had insisted Becca "think of me while you... make the sample". Becca was proud to admit she had.
"Are you definitely sure you don't want to go to the police?" Claire asked.
"Yes." Becca said. "I couldn't face it. You're different. You're sweet and warm and kind. I can't imagine just showing it to... you know." Claire nodded. "I expect I'd feel the same."
"So what are the results? Am I infectious?" Becca asked.
"Well, it's difficult to see what exactly they did. I can see the repair thing – that could have a lot of uses, if it weren't confined to areas that have actually been injected – but it's difficult to analyse all the programming. These are really like tiny, sophisticated micro-chips..." Claire trailed off into detail of the technology.
"...but basically, it looks like the surprises they were talking about actually relate to certain technical discoveries that you'd never even notice, let alone care about. With one exception."
"Which is?" Becca asked.
"Well, basically, they've tried to make your cum... addictive." Claire said.
"What???" Becca exclaimed.
"I said tried, not succeeded. It's amazing how dumb they can be. I mean, this is actually amazing technology. If used for the right reasons it could really help people. What it's supposed to do is infect the person who actually takes the semen into their body, through whatever means. But the nanotechnology is keyed to you, genetically. So basically it won't work. The only person at risk of becoming addicted to you... is you."
"Maybe that is the surprise." Becca said. "Maybe when or if I ever tasted my own... you know... I was supposed to be unable to live without it."
"Possibly." Claire said. "But even that wouldn't work. One of the limitations of the nanos is that they're destroyed by stomach acid. They must have known all of this. I'm not even part of this project but I know it."
"So what you're saying is I'm safe?"
"Yes." Claire said, as Becca put her arms around her neck.
"Good news for you then, isn't it?" Becca said as she pressed her mouth to the other girl's.
"Brilliant news." Claire said. "Absolutely wonderful." And they kissed, then left, hand in hand.
Neither of them could wait to get through dinner that night. They barely took time to pay for the bill before jumping in a cab to carry them back to Claire's, the place they had decided to spend the night. Claire's double bed offered more room than the single in Becca's bedsit.
They practically ran up the stairs, still holding tight to each other's hand. When they got into Claire's room, Becca stroked Claire's cheek before kissing her passionately. Claire returned the kiss, and slipped a hand beneath Becca's skirt. Becca nodded and let the girl begin to undress her, until she was down to her underwear.
She stopped her lover once she was down to bra and panties, and insisted on being allowed to remove Claire's loose black trousers and low-cut top before carrying on. When both girls were naked down to their underwear, they kissed again. Becca broke away. "Give me one moment." She said. "No peeking!"
Claire nodded, and turned her back, allowing Becca whatever space she needed. Becca quickly pulled down her panties, untapped her penis, and then readjusted herself into them. The bulge at the front of her crotch was now obvious, but she didn't care. Smiling, she also undid her bra, letting her full breasts sit loose on her chest. "You can turn round now."
Her lover did turn, and grinned as she took in Becca's naked tits. She dutifully removed her own bra, then took hold of Becca's chest as she kissed the other girl. The two groped at one another for a while before Claire led Becca to the bed. Still kissing, Becca began to pull off Claire's panties, the last remnant of the horny lesbian's clothing. She pulled back as Claire slipped a hand into hers. "Not yet." She said. "You first."
Claire nodded, letting her lover do as she pleased. Partly out of respect, and partly from her own enjoyment of being the less dominant partner. Becca pulled Claire's panties all the way down, exposing her trimmed pubic bush and beautiful, wet cunt.
She stroked her girlfriend's legs, teasing her gently, then began rubbing the female's empty crotch. Her deft fingers soon found her lover's clitoris, and she bent in to kiss the gay girl as she fingered her. She kept her face close to the other woman's as she slipped a finger into her pussy. She was abundantly aware of the throbbing, swollen cock between her legs, but she didn't care. It would have its chance. For now, Becca wanted only to behave as she had with every woman she'd even been with. Still masturbating Claire, Becca kissed her mouth again, then moved on to her neck. She licked the girl's neck downwards, and Claire gave a little moan of pleasure. Becca's mouth soon found its way to Claire's chest, where her breasts were now rising and falling rapidly as she was pleasured. Becca kissed each nippled, and nibbled slightly upon the left, causing Claire to moan again in delight. Becca moved her entire sexy body as she licked the valley between her lover's tits, then down across her stomach.
She nuzzled the girl's bush and enjoyed the feel of her empty crotch, then withdrew her fingers from her lover's pussy. In their place, Becca placed her mouth to her lover's cunt, and began to tongue-fuck her. Claire began to moan very loudly as she did so, and the horny Becca reached up to grab Claire's breasts, teasing her nipples as she brought the girl to orgasm.
For Becca, however, it was not enough for the girl to come once. She continued her work, stimulating Claire to orgasm after orgasm. Finally, she withdrew her mouth, the taste of the girl's delicious pussy lingering on her lips. She licked them clean.
"Wow." Claire managed, momentarily. "Sorry. I could do with a glass of water. You?"
Becca nodded, and Claire walked over to the door and grabbed a dressing gown, which she threw on. She was gone for only a couple of minutes, and returned with two glasses.
"Looks like the house is empty, so I guess you can carry on making me scream." Claire smiled, before looking at Becca. The man-girl had removed her panties and so was now totally naked, and for the first time Claire laid eyes upon her cock and balls.
"Oh." She said. "Oh!"
"What's wrong?" Becca asked, covering herself with a duvet.
"No don't." Claire said. "I just... I wasn't expecting myself to react the way I did."
"How did you... react?" Becca asked, letting the duvet fall.
"I thought I'd have to get used to... it." Claire said. "I wasn't expecting myself to be turned on like this."
She set down the water, and kissed Becca hard on the mouth. "Turned on?" The girl with the cock asked.
"Well... I'm definitely a lesbian." Claire said. "Known that since I was a kid. But I also know, from the very first time I had sex, that I enjoy being penetrated."
"I guess that's a good thing." Becca said.
"Yes. I don't know, I just... it really turns me on, Becca. You just made me come what, six, seven times?"
"I wasn't counting." Becca admitted.
"But now I'm soaking again. I want you so bad." She admitted.
"You can have me." Becca said.
"How many times can you do it in one night?" The horny lesbian asked.
"I have no idea." Becca admitted. "I suppose infinitely if there's still a turn on there."
"Okay. Good. No more talking." And Claire silenced Becca with a kiss. She followed the pattern Becca previously had, first kissing her mouth, then working down her body to her breasts. Unlike Becca, she placed her hands on her lover's tits as she kissed them, rubbing them between her hands. Becca gave an unexpected shudder and Claire felt something wet splash on her body.
"Sorry." Becca said. "I wasn't... wow, I've never come like that before."
"I knew a girl once who swore she could only orgasm through her tits. It's fine... but can you carry on?" Claire demanded of her lover.
"Yes." Becca said. "It's not going anywhere so long as you're still... so long as we're still..." But by then, Claire had already returned to her lover's breasts. She kissed the sensitive, soft mounds of flesh once more each, before moving down across her girlfriend's stomach, where she paused at her bellybutton, and briefly tasted the small orifice, leaving a trail of saliva across her girlfriend's tummy until she finally reached her manhood.
She contemplated the erect phallus for a moment before she pressed her lips against it. She had never taken a cock in her mouth before, but the night before she had taken the opportunity to read tips on what she was about to perform on the internet. She took hold of the large dick, licking along the shaft to the tip, which was wet with come. Finally, she pressed her lips against the tip of the cock, and brought Becca into her. She began to suck the girl's cock vigorously, teasing it with her tongue and teeth as she did so. She was enjoying herself, feeling her pussy growing damper as she sucked the strange organ. She took Becca deep into her mouth, then brought her out again, settling on a comfortable half-in, half-out, which Becca's loud moans indicated she was happy with. Finally, after several minutes of oral penetration, Claire felt Becca's entire body tense beneath her. She gave once last brief sucking motion on her manhood, then pulled her face away, allowing Becca's jizz to shoot over her face and tits. Covered in fluid, she nonetheless pressed her body to her lover's, sharing the moisture with her as she kissed her.
"I'm very wet." She said.
"Okay." Becca said, with a beautiful smile. "I'm ready."
"You're sure?" Claire asked.
"Yes." Becca said.
"Lay back." Claire commanded, and Becca did as she was bid. Claire adopted a position on her knees above her. Once again, she took hold of the woman's manhood, guiding it to the entrance to her sex. For several moments, she rubbed it against the outside of her womanhood. Then, unable to bear it any longer, she mounted Becca's cock.
It was the first time for both of them. For Claire, it was the first time she had had a living cock instead of a dildo inside her body. She enjoyed the feeling of it, filling her nicely, warm and stiff and satisfying.
For Becca, it was the first time she had had sex in a situation where she was the male partner. It did not seem to matter. Whenever she did think of it, she felt a frisson of excitement at the perversity of the situation, rather than any disgust for her body. Claire had given her something she could never have found herself. And now she took more, enjoying the feel of the other woman's tight pussy wrapped around her member. She opened her eyes, and looked at the beautiful young lesbian fucking her. Her entire body was moving with the thrusts of her cunt, her breasts moving wildly as the two made love. For her part, Becca's own chest was heaving and wobbling in equal motion.
Claire cried out as yet another orgasm shot through her vagina. Seconds later, Becca joined her, shooting her juice into the body of the other girl. They collapsed on to one another, and lay side by side for several moments, holding on to one another and kissing passionately.
"Thank you." Becca said. "For the first time tonight... I felt good."
"I felt good too." Claire smiled.
They kissed again, and Claire stroked Becca's hair as the man-girl drifted to sleep. She followed her only seconds later.