Nymphomania Ch. 1
Keywords: Ch., 1, Nymphomania,
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"As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it.
If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com I am interested in any feedback, critiques, or reviews. I have an idea for a sequel to this story (it wouldn't be at all hard to write,) but I'll make the effort only if I receive a sufficient amount of mail requesting for me to write it.
I should warn you, ladycyrrh labeled another of my stories "a fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned.
Enjoy!"
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I was walking along on the first day of college, on my way to my dorm, when I was grabbed from behind. I felt a sharp pain and that's the last thing I remember.
I awoke naked in a featureless room, my hands and feet restrained. A bright light was in my eyes, and a woman's voice was in my ears.
"You are an experiment," she said. "We are testing certain compounds we believe will genetically alter a living subject, and others that we hope will have an effect on your physical structure and behavior."
Another pain and I lost consciousness again.
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When I awoke I felt different. The lights were out, so I couldn't see, but my body felt strange. Among other things, there was a peculiar weight on my chest. The restraints felt looser, and I just felt generally smaller. I struggled against my bonds for a while, then I just waited.
Before long, the lights came on and I could see what was weighing down on my chest. I had breasts! Not large ones, but breasts nonetheless. Looking down between my legs, I saw what I dreaded: that the change extended down there as well. My dick was gone, and in its place was a pussy!
The voice spoke again, from nowhere. "You see the changes we have effected. Allow me to explain. We have altered your DNA; you are now a fully functional woman. Apart from that, we have caused some other changes. Every time you orgasm, it increases your sex drive, particularly your craving for cum."
"What craving for cum?" I thought, but immediately answered myself. As the thought of a big hard dick entered my mind, my nipples immediately became rock hard and my pussy juices started to flow.
"Also," the voice continued, "you'll notice some interesting physical effects when you come into contact with sperm. Have a nice day."
I felt the pain again, and again became unconscious.
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I woke up in what I assumed was my dorm. I had never seen it, as I was on my way there for the first time when I was kidnapped.
"Wow, what a weird dream," I thought to myself. As I sat up, I felt my breasts shift and realized it was not a dream. I looked around and concluded that whoever my roommate was, he or she was not here, which was fortunate as I was still completely naked. I got up and went to the bathroom that connected the room to the other one in the suite, locking both doors.
I examined myself in the mirror. Curiously, the first thing I noticed was that I was probably about a full foot shorter, perhaps about 5'3". Yes, I was indeed a girl. Small breasts, but breasts nonetheless. Blond hair, about shoulder-length, and a blond patch between my legs. I sat on the edge of the tub and spread my legs to examine that patch a little closer.
I pulled the lips apart and saw what looked an awful lot like every other cunt I had ever seen. Inner lips, a hole, and the clit up top with its little hood. "That certainly isn't my dick," I said to myself.
At the thought of my dick, I immediately felt a warmth between my legs. My nipples became hard, and my pussy started to wet itself. I rushed out of the bathroom and covered myself with the sheet from my bed to hide my nakedness from view, and keep from masturbating. I decided to watch some TV to take my mind off of sex.
The only problem with that is that it made me hornier. Even though they were fully clothed, my male mind reacted to the women on television, and my female body reacted to the men. My sex drive was MUCH higher than it had ever been, even as a 15-year-old boy. There was nothing particularly sexual about the shows I was watching, but they were making me more turned on than ever just from looking at the people in them. My pussy juice was flowing and my nipples were so hard they ached.
I started masturbating without ever thinking about it. After a while, I just realized that one hand was between my legs stroking the outside of my lips, and the other was cupping one of my tits. My whole crotch was slippery as I rubbed my slippery finger against up and down my slit. I concentrated on my clit, because it gave the most sensation. It felt kind of like the head of my dick, but the sensations were so much more intense. With my other hand, I explored the sensation of stroking my tits. I rolled my tiny, hard nipples around with my palm, then squeezed them. After a few minutes of this, I began to feel a hotter feeling, starting in my crotch, but spreading throughout my entire body. It slowly intensified, becoming this tingling sort of ecstasy, into my first female orgasm. I could feel my nipples clench up even tighter.
I lay there, breathing heavy, for a few moments until I realized that I was still horny. I thought about how I used to jack off my dick or fuck my girlfriends, and how I would be completely satisfied (and usually sleeping) five minutes after I came. I still would rather be a man, but womanhood had at least some advantages. Or maybe it was just the effects of whatever had been done to my body; the female voice had said something about my sex drive increasing.
The thought of jacking off my dick made me even hornier. I was taken by a sudden NEED to be penetrated. I reached down into my still soaking, hot, wet pussy and spread the lips. I slipped my index finger into my sopping wet hole up to the first joint and left it there for a moment, just savoring the feel of being penetrated. Soon, however, I lost all control and slammed it in all the way, moving it in and out as fast as I could, feeling my finger rubbing up against my inner walls. It felt kind of like stroking my dick, but in reverse. I put my middle finger inside myself also, finding that I was kind of tight (not surprisingly.) My fingers were slipping in and out of my new cunt, as my palm rubbed up against my clit at the end of each stroke.
After a few minutes of this I came again, more violently than the first time. I thrashed back and forth on the bed and started to scream, but I didn't stop fingering myself. Instead, I took my left hand from it's place on my right breast, and swished it around my clit for a while, still pumping my hole with my right. That felt good, and I kept it up for a while, but what I really wanted was to feel another kind of penetration, so as soon as I had my finger good and lubricated, I turned over. Supporting myself on my knees and head, I stuck my little ass way up into the air, spreading my cheeks wide, and while still pumping my pussy as fast as I could, I started to slowly insert the index finger of my other hand into my asshole.
At first, it hurt a bit, so I took my time and eased it in slowly. Once I had it in to the hilt, I started to pump it very slowly in and out. My ass was even tighter than my (virgin!) pussy, so even using only one finger I felt completely full back there. I pumped faster and faster, realizing that this sensation was nearly as good, if somewhat different, than the one I was causing in my cunt. I was soon pumping my pussy and asshole for all I was worth, causing loud slapping and squishing sounds that would have been more audible if I hadn't been moaning so loudly. The warm feeling began again, centering both on my pussy and my asshole, and then I had my third female orgasm.
I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I remember is hearing my new roommate entering the room. At least it was a girl. I was wet at once when I saw her but I didn't drag her down on the carpet immediately and rape her, as I might have done had it been a man. She introduced herself as Tiffany, and I blurted out my real name and was thankful that it's Chris, if it were something more obviously male I would have had some explaining to do.
As I said, as soon as she walked in my cunt was soaking and my nipples were hard again (those things were perpetually hard.) That would probably have been true no matter what she looked like, considering the shape my sex drive was in, but the fact that she was gorgeous didn't help matters. She was an inch or two taller than I was (now. I would have towered over her when I was still a man,) and she had hair about two shades lighter than my new color, and longer. Her tits were gigantic, there's no other way to describe them (I found out later that her bra size was an E cup, and she had trouble shopping for anything that large,) and the rest of her was thin, but still with nice curves and wide hips.
The only problem was that I was still naked. Luckily, I had moved around in my sleep and covered myself with the sheet, but it was thin and white and I was pretty sure it didn't hide anything.
I was trying to figure out a way to get up and dressed without Tiffany finding out how naked and horny I was at the sight of her, when she saved me the trouble.
She surprised me, actually. Most of the lesbians I had met looked like men, some complete with facial hair, so it never occurred to me (in the first five minutes of our acquaintance) that Tiffany would be one. She wasn't actually, she was bisexual, but I didn't find that out until later.
She came over to my bed and gently pulled the sheet down. Her gaze went first to my crotch, which was glistening, then to my nipples, which were starting to ache again.
"Thought so," she said softly, grinning.
Then she took off her shirt, unclasped her bra, and lifted one of those huge, gravity-defying tits up.
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Keywords: Ch., 1, Nymphomania,