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I had only been a woman less than three months, and I had resisted the changes the virus was causing me to feel with all my strength, save for one thing I allowed myself. And that thing was playing with my new, powerful clitoris. That, if I was forced to admit it, was the one golden ray of mother-fucking sunshine in my life after I had caught the virus and woken up as a woman.
Gone was the six-two, forty-one-year-old dude who had worked hard and earned a place in the senior management of Wilson, Pickens, & Trott, Esquire. In his place a cute five-five chick with a bobbed cut of straight black hair, happy little nipples poking out in the cool air of my shared apartment from my new freckled boobs -- which were, as the cliche went, just a little more than a handful. And, each time I reached into my suddenly baggy boxers, I found a matching set of black curls in a thick patch just about my new pussy.
Well, that had been almost three months ago, and I had taken a leave of absence to deal with the changes. Mostly I had lain around the apartment in my new sweats and my old t-shirts, anything to feel less like a chick and more like myself.
That was one of the things that had led to me discovering that magic button nestled in my cunt.
I had allowed myself to relax and unwind to porn, and before I knew it, old habits had kicked in and I realized I had started playing with myself -- though not in the way or with the equipment I had grown accustomed to. I had one finger already deep inside my pussy and I was watching two lesbians go at it on the screen, when I got the idea to actually copy what they were doing. I figured, after all, they must know far more about the female than I did.
Even at first touch, my mind freaked out. God damn, I had never found anything on my male body to even compare. In a word, I was hooked. Addicted. For the next week, my fingers rarely left my clit. I even went out and bought a vibrator on a friend's suggestion.
But even then, I treated my body like the man I had been. I got off, then I either went to watch TV or rolled over and took a nap. I knew women could have multiples, but the concept was just to foreign to me to actually keep it going. Besides, once I got off, what was the point of putting in the effort?
The most annoying part of it all was my roommate, Brittany. We had kept our distance pretty much after she shot me down when I was man, just communicating about the rent and utilities mostly, but after my change, she had decided that she needed to become my de facto big sister and help me embrace the new me.
I didn't want to embrace the new me, and I let her know that in no uncertain terms.
Still, I found it fascinating to think and wonder about what when on we she and her girlfriend, Jen, closed and locked the bedroom door. Then I would return to my room and rub my clit into an orgasm before rolling over to either watch TV or sleep or getting up for a snack.
Always a locked door. They were always careful.
Until the one night they weren't.
I was drinking a beer in the living room when I heard them a little noisier than regular. I tried to ignore the lustful moans and even turned up the TV, but I couldn't get my mind off what Brit and Jenn were up to, so I decided to go to my room and get myself off again.
Only, as I passed Brit's door, I saw it cracked a bit, as if they had tried to close it, failed to catch the latch completely, and it had slipped back open just a fraction.
Luckily the door opened to the inside and in the direction where the space faced her bed. I could easily make out the two of them kissing each other deeply while Jenn was working Brit's cunt with her fingers.
So I stopped walking and just watched. They were so deep into their shared passion that neither noticed me peeking through the crack.
They stopped kissing, well, stopped kissing each others' mouths anyway and soon, Jenn's face was between Brit's thighs, and my roommate had her back arched and her hands on the bed behind her, supporting her weight.
"God damn, that's perfect. Yeah, right there, baby," Brit was almost screaming.
Jen, for her part was responding, but there was no way I could understand a syllable of it with my mouth full of Brit's muff.
I couldn't help myself. I found my own clit and started to stroke it furiously. Who needed porn when I had two beautiful, horny lesbians right here in my own apartment to watch? And somehow, up close and personal, it was so much more powerful, every sensation, every tingle, every bit of electricity that spread through my nerves.
Brit was moaning loudly, so much so that I didn't realize I had started to make lusty noise from spot hidden behind the door. I was friggin' my little otherwise virgin snatch vigorously, when I noticed the door swing wide open.
"Oh, Jen," came Brit's voice. "Look what we have here."
"A Peeping Tina!" she said excitedly.
Meanwhile, I stood still, embarassed thorougly, caught in the act with my hand quite literally in the 'cookie jar.'
"I'm sorry."
Jenn took my arm. "Get in here, sweetheart."
I resisted, but Jenn was far more athletic than my new body. Besides, she was also taller and stronger, and I was pulled along no matter how I tried not to be.
"So, my little roommate who doesn't want to embrace her new girly self would prefer to stalk my doorway and get herself off anyway?"
"Look, I'm sorry," I said. "I just..." But I couldn't finish the sentence. I was really sure what I was intending to say. All I really knew was that I wanted to escape to my bedroom, lock myself in, and finish my orgasm.
Once I was fully inside, Jenn pushed the door closed with her foot, and I distinctly heard it click shut that time, not that it mattered now. We were all in the room already, and it wasn't like they could lock me in or anything like that.
"So, our little new girl is just a dirty little slut after all," Brit said, not asked, as she got up from the bed and took my other arm. Between the two of them I was helpless to fight back and they easily brought me onto the bed with them. They sat me at the edge and then each sat down, one of each side of me. I started to get up, they both put their hands on my shoulders to keep me down.
Then they pushed me onto my back and lay next me to me. Jenn drapped her leg over my pelvis to hold me down, and Brit rested her open palm on my chest just above my little freckled B-cups.
"You want to cum, darling?" she asked, her index finger tracing tiny patterns on my skin, almost as if playing connect the dots with my freckles.
Jen's hand rested on my mound and squeezed.
"We can help you with that," she said.
Brit's face lowered onto mine, and she kissed me, parting my lips with her own. As she did, Jen's hand found its way into my sweats and boxers, and she gently stroked the slit between my labia. I was already moist from my own attention, but having someone else do the work was actually making me that much more excited.
I wasn't just watching lesbian porn. I was living it. I was experiencing it at the hands of two pros who were going to show me the ropes.
"Close you eyes," Brit said as she continued to kiss me and Jenn slipped her finger inside me. Just one. And not too deep. Just enough to let me know it was there. To let me know I had been penetrated. Like a woman, I thought. She knew exactly what she was doing and why she was doing it. It I wanted to orgasm, I would have to orgasm like a woman. I would need to be a woman for them in order to get what I wanted.
I closed my eyes. Her lips disappeared from mine. I opened them again quickly.
She wagged her finger in front of me. "Close 'em, sweetheat. Trust me."
I kept them closed even when I felt Jenn shift her weight and move her body up my check. She slip her warm, naked crotch across my tummy.
"Let's get this off," Jenn said, and helped me -- eyes still closed -- to remove my t-shirt. No bra this time. Not with my little tits, anyway, at least not around the apartment. I could save that shit for work when I needed to make sure my nipples didn't say hello to anyone in the office.
The I felt her body warm and comforting and sexy against my stomach. Then my chest. Finally, her knees were on each side of my face, and I could smell the musky scent of her pussy.
"Go ahead," she said. "You know what to do. You still like to eat pussy, don't you?"
I nodded.
"No, no. Don't open your eyes. Just enjoy it through your other senses. Feel the warmth emanate from me. Get a whiff of my scent. Enjoy it all without every having to look at it. As she spoke, she held down my arms over my head and suddenly her muff was all over my mouth and nose. So I did exactly what I wanted to in that moment and I began to lick her from the bottom of her slit to the top. She moaned softly from my attention.
I heard a click to the left, and then to the right a few seconds later. Opening my eyes, I saw that Brit had fastened pair of metal handcuffs to the headboard. I tried to move, but Jen's strong legs held my girlish arms fast. Then Brit lifted my right arm by the wrist and easily locked it into the cuff on that side of the bed. Jenn rolled off me and quickly did the same with my left wrist.
Suddenly I realized I was secured to the bed by the cuffs. I jerked at them, but I knew I wasn't going anywhere. As I struggled, they jerked my sweats away and off my legs, then tossed then into the floor. Next came my boxers, leaving me stripped completely nude on Brit's bed, and unable to do a god damn thing about it but wiggle and jerk at my bonds, shaking my curvy little body and tiny tits while they gazed at me smiling and laughing.
As I continued to pull and twist and try to get away, Brit showed me two other sets of cuffs. She clicked one to the leftmost post at the foot of the bed, and then attached my left ankle to that one. Then she did the same with my right ankle and the rightmost post.
Now, not only was I trapped, I was also spread eagle and completely open and vulnerable to anything they might want to do to me.
"I can't tell you how long we've been wanting to have you like this, darling," Jenn said. "You're just so absolutely cute as can be as a girl."
"I can't wait to taste you and to make you scream like a bitch in heat," Brit added. "Ever since the day you told me you weren't interested in discovering anything about what it meant to be a girl. Of course, I knew it was just a matter or time. And when I first heard you cumming in your bedroom, I knew you couldn't resist us forever. So, we set this little trap for you by leaving the door open.
"You... you what?"
"Yep, we knew you were there all along. Did you honestly believe I'm so stupid I don't know how to lock my own door?"
"I..."
"Now, my trapped little darling," she said, standing beside the bed. "Have you ever heard the term 'forced orgasm?' You see, this new female body of yours is a wonder of physiology? Don't think I don't hear you in there through the walls, treating that poor little clit like it's just a weak little penis. Just rubbing one out and then packing up and going home. No, no, no, dear. That clit of yours is amazing. It's so strong, stronger and more mighty than you could ever imagine. You've got a lot more than just one little orgasm stored up inside, and tonight, Jenn and I are going to prove it to you."
"Oh, yeah," said Jen. "You're in for one hell of a night, baby, so just lay back and enjoy the ride." She ginned at Brit. "All the rides."
While Brit leaned over off the side of the bed and dug something out of her bedside stand, Jenn returned to my pussy and started to tenderly rub the increasingly moist slit between my nether lips.
In spite of myself, I let out a long, happy, horny sigh.
The last thing I wanted was to be cuffed to the bed, naked and exposed, but I couldn't deny how much my body was eager to experience whatever these two gorgeous women had planned for me.
"Now, if I uncuff your ankles, will you be a good girl and be still for a minute so we can get your ready for your surprise?"
"Surprise?" I asked. Who the hell where they trying to fool? The whole, entire thing was a surprise.
"Well, we have to get your dressed, don't we? Or do you want to stay totally naked for the rest of the night?"
"The rest... The rest of the night?" I asked. "Like the whole night."
"The whole night," Jenn answered.
"Just like the Lionel Ritchie song, sweetheart. All night long, all night."
"Fuck," I whispered, not sure yet if I wanted it or not.
"Something like that," Jenn responded.
"So," Brit asked again, "if I uncuff your ankles, are you going to be a good girl?"
"What about my wrists?"
She shook her head and grinned. "Sorry, darling, those are going anywhere any time soon."
"I guess so then, since they're not much I can do about it."
"A very wise decision, young lady," she said, then she used the key to unfasten my left ankle. I waited for the right as well, but they were apparently just going to do one leg at a time. Jenn bunched a white silk stocking into a sort of ball and then cupped it over my toes and started sliding it over my foot, then ankle, then calf and finally my knee and thigh. It looked so delicate and feminine, nothing like my boxers and sweats. I could almost believe I was, hell that it was to admit it, pretty.
Once the stock was in place, Jenn straightened the seam in the back and then cuffed my ankle again.
Then they uncuffed my right ankle and put a matching stocking on that leg and straightened that seam too before recuffing me to the foot of the bed.
"Beautiful," Brit said, eyeing my legs in the sensual, sexy hoisery. "I know you had it in you, sweetie."
Next she fastened a lace, white garter belt around my waist and fastened each stocking in place in the front and back with the clasps.
Last, she went to her dresser and brought over her make-up bag. She took out some blush, mascara, lipstick, and powder. Then she went to work on my face, the finishing touch being the bright red lipstick to reshape my already cute lips into a far more sensuous pout. "Third Shift Waitress" was the name of the color, she said.
When the make-up was done, she put the last article of feminine glory on me, a rope of pearls in two strands around my neck.
Then she and Jenn took positions on each side of me. They each lay against my side and together started to lick and kiss my nipples. The little traitors grew excited and erect immediately, and I whimpered a bit at the attention. Then one kissed while the other bit and pulled, and then they shifted roles, and my poor nipples became more and more sensitive almost against my will.
"Do you still want to cum, baby?" Brit whispered in warm breaths against the skin of my breast.
"Yes," I said.
"Then ask for it?" She waited, though I said nothing. "And be sure to say please."
I looked at her with an odd, confused glance.
"Do you want to orgasm or not?" she asked.
I nodded.
"They you're going to have to ask me for it nicely."
"Okay," I said, "let me cum."
"Do you think that sounds like asking nicely, Jenn?" she asked.
Jenn shook her head.
"Okay, try again, sweetie."
"Please let me cum."
"That's better, but I think you can be even more polite."
"Please, may I cum?"
"Almost there," she said. "Now, say, 'May I please cum, ma'am?'"
I didn't.
She grabbed my nipple and twisted it hard. I yelped.
"I'd be just as happy to play twisted the nipple all night, Jenn," she said. "What about you?"
"Sounds good to me." Then Jenn turned to me. "If you want to orgasm, I'd advise you to do what Miss Brittany told you to do, honey."
"Fine," I said, hurting and defeated. "May I please cum, ma'am?"
"Of course you may, darling."
Then she shoved the hitachi massager she had retrieved from the beside stand right up between my labia and smack dab into my clit. I roared to life along with the vibrating wand that teased me.
My nakedness and the two sexy lesbians controlling me had already gotten me excited, and it wasn't long before I howled out in pleasure from a climax and make me shake the whole bed.
"That was good, but I think you can do better," Brit said, not removing the hitachi from my clit.
In no time, I was grinding as best I could against the head of the wand and my legs were vibrating as if they had been plugged into a wall socket. My breath came in quick, short pants, and I had arched my back up off the flat of the mattress.
Still the fire was burning in that wonderful little nubbin of sex nerves. My mind couldn't decide between replaying fantasies or just shutting down completely, so it alternated between both extremes.
"We're just getting started, baby," Brit said and pushed the wand tigher against my clit.
My eyes snapped shut like a child's baby doll and I could almost feel them roll back into my head.
My panting turned into sexy little huff-huff-huff noises, and I quickened my already shallow breathing.
My body tensed, my legs stopped shaking, and my limbs locked up rigid as I rode the wave of pleasure that enveloped my body before it finally let go and I felt onto the bed again practically a puddle of happy little girl.
But Brit still hadn't moved that damn wand. It kept going, right up against my sensitive clit.
I shook my head and begged her to stop, pleaded that it had been enough, but she ignored me.
"I said we're just getting started, and I meant it. You've got a lot more inside you than just those two."
Shit. How long was she going to keep me building from one climax to another? How long could I stand it? I had a bad feeling that we were going to discover the answer to that mystery together tonight.
"No. No. No. No. No," I whimpered as the crescendo continued to build again. My whole body spasmed and made the bed shake against the floor. "No. It's too much. No. Please. No. Please, Brit."
But she remained relentless, and within minutes a fourth orgasm wracked my legs and hips and really, all over, and I pulled so tight against the cuffs on my wrists and ankles that I feared I might jerk my limbs right out of their sockets before they ultimately relaxed again and let me fall to the bed for another few moments of relief until the vibrating head of the wand kept me going, this time for a fifth one.
"Please, stop, it's too much," I whimpered while my body betrayed me. I could smell the thickness of my lust in the air and I realized that everything I had felt was merely at the beck and call of some plugged-in tool my roommate had controlled me with. My body had ceased to belong to me. I couldn't make it do what I wanted to. I couldn't turn off it's horny hunger. I couldn't stop it from cumming. I couldn't make it slow down or ignore the sensations consistently restarting over and over again. I was helpless inside my own body.
The fifth one hit and I screamed aloud. I just knew I was going to get us in trouble with the landlord. I figured that would be enough to get Brit and Jenn to stop, but instead, Brit kept the Hitachi right where it was and I was soon on my way to a sixth climax. Jenn, on the other hand, went to Brit's dresser and came back with several pairs of panties and a pair of pantyhose. She shoved the panties inside my mouth to gag me and then tied them off with the pantyhose so that my screams were muffled by the satin, silk, cotton, and nylon.
Still, the damn wand didn't relent.
A sixth orgasm.
It didn't move.
I came a seventh time. My fucking clit was so sensitive that the merest touch now was sending me over the top. Instead of becoming more difficult, my orgasms were coming more easily, more quickly.
I was gone, lost in a sort of bliss I couldn't get free of. I rode each wave until finally, I noticed the pressure on my clit was gone. Don't get me wrong. It was still super sensitive and even the cool air of the room blowing against it was turning me on. But at least the wand was gone.
I noticed at the same time that Jenn was on my face again, and I was no longer gagged.
"Lick me," she said. "It's my turn to cum, baby."
And I did. My body ached from so many orgasms. But still I ate her pussy until my jaw hurt as bad as my hips and pelvis. Eventually I felt a tongue at my own pussy, and I guessed Brit was eating my cunt as I ate Jenn's.
Jenn's hand gripped the sides of my face and she yelled "More, more, damn that's good, more."
I moaned and whined into Jenn's muff as I licked her deeply and then nibbled her clit, her pussy gagging me as effectively as the panties had. Soon, her legs tightened around my head and she pulled me into her so that my breath was cut off, and just as she let go and I could breathe again, my own orgasm hit me and I bucked against the bed and all but passed out as my freshly found breath disappeared again from my own body locking me up.
"You're not done yet," Jenn said. "Keep going, slut. Keep going."
And I did.
Then I noticed more pressure at my pussy, but not Brit's face this time. It was cold, lifeless, hard. And then it pushed inside me, and I all but screamed into Jenn's cunt as she pressed it down harder against my mouth and nose.
Fuck! Brit was somehow fucking me. I hadn't wanted to be a girl in the first place, but I had at least enjoyed the orgasms. But then I had been pushed into multiple climaxes by these two beautiful, experienced lesbians, and now, I was being made to face the fact that I was a girl more than ever -- by having a dick, even a fake one, plow my virgin pussy to pop my cherry.
"Keep licking, you fucking slut," Jenn commanded, and I did. With my legs and arms bound as they were, there was precious little more I could do. I obeyed like the slut they were making me. I obeyed as I became the slut they needed, wanted me to be.
I had little choice.
I ate Jenn's pussy while Brit fucked my own. The beast she was pumping in and out of me felt huge. Being filled up inside was a feeling I had not been prepared for. There was nothing in my life as a man to prepare me for it. The idea of having or simply being a hole that something would fill in such a way that it was well, full and well-stuffed, had been too foreign to even imagine.
But in the moment, it felt perfectly natural. My pussy had to exist for some reason, and having it satisfactorily stuffed by Brit's dildo was a good a reason as any.
Jenn came again and clenched my face with her knees.
Brit was working the dildo so that each stroke was rubbing against my still pulsing clit, still reacting to each touch as if the wand had never left. I could barely breath between her strokes and Jenn's cunt on my face, and I just needed to... Just so close... Just one more little... Fuck... Almost...
She shoved hard against my cunt and I felt her legs touch my ass cheeks from the force of the pumping.
God damn... Just... My breath was gone. Caught in my throat. My clit lit up. My brain shut down. I had lost count, but it was happening again.
And I...
Fuuuuuuuuuuck!
I woke up some time later, still cuffed to Brit's bed.
"How long was I out?" I asked.
"Less than a minute, honey," Jenn said.
"What?!" I asked.
Brit smiled, holding the Hitachi wand in her hand again.
"Please," I begged. "No more. That last one. That was it. I can't... I just can't cum anymore."
They both laughed, sharing a wicked grin.
"What?" Brit asked. "You didn't think that was it, did you?"
My eyes grew wide as the massage tool zeroed in on its target once again.
It was going to be a long, long, long night.
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