Nymphomania Ch. 3
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My body answered that question almost before I could formulate it. I could masturbate. In fact, I HAD to masturbate. As the voice had said to me, the more sex I had, the hornier I became. After last night, I knew that I would now be on a VERY short fuse, and that short fuse had been burned away by my male mind seeing my preposterous female proportions in the mirror.
I must clarify something here, just so a reader (if this document ever finds one) won't think badly of me. I'm not one of those men who think that bigger is better, without a limit. If I had met a girl as a man with breasts the size that mine were, most of my mind would have been disgusted. Breasts of this size almost qualify as a deformity. However, my more animal side can't help but react to large breasts, and unlike my aesthetic sense, my animal side doesn't have much in the way of limits. Check this out with other guys; If they're truthful, they'll tell you it's true. Big breasts bypass your higher brain functions and make you horny, the bigger the hornier.
With the changes that had been forced upon me, I was constantly pretty horny anyway. I had been a woman for about four days, and my nipples had been hard for the entire time. Apart from that, each time I came it made me even hornier. As I unclasped my too small H cup bra, I realized that I didn't feel as hopeless as I had when I first saw my breasts. It was hard to be simultaneously horny and depressed.
I lay back, completely naked, onto my bed. I really wished that Tiffany was here. I would have to explain my breast growth (or shrug and pretend I had no explanation, as I did last time,) but I much preferred sex with a partner to masturbating alone. I wasn't about to proposition one of the guys; My craving for cum had grown with my tits, and I wasn't too sure that I'd be able to make them put condoms on. Even now, without one of them in front of me, just thinking about their creamy cum almost made me go next door and suck them off.
Thinking about it, but being very careful not to let myself get up off the bed, I let my right hand wander down from my mouth along my neck. When I got to my breasts, I was shocked again at the size of them. I ran my hands over my tits, marveling at how much tit I had to run them over. I had heard that women's breasts were less sensitive the larger they got, but that was NOT the case with mine. When I had those little A cup things, I could barely feel them, but with these gargantuan tits I could feel every breath of wind on the little, fine hairs that covered them.
Finally, I reached my nipples. They were so erect that they were sticking out like little points, the little cone shape extending out to the edge of the areola and jutting out perhaps an inch into the air. As the nipples were only about as big around as a quarter (erect, I mean; I had never seen them not aroused,) this meant that they stuck out about as far as they were across. Needless to say, in the state I was in, touching them was an amazing experience. I pinched them gently and rolled them back and forth between my fingers, loving the feeling that sent shooting up into my body and straight down to my pussy. I felt like I could cum from just playing with my nipples.
I wanted something a bit faster, however. Leaving my left hand to continue to stroke my newly enlarged breasts, I trailed the right down along my belly. I felt the stomach that was still, impossibly, smooth and small in spite of the ridiculous growth in my breasts and hips, and trailed my hand down further.
When I reached the area just below the subtle incurving of my belly, the place where my blond pubic hair had been until I shaved it off, I started to get even wetter. I loved the feeling of slickness there. I dipped my fingers quickly down into my slit, but brought them back up to my mound quickly. With lubrication from my pussy juice, I could feel the perfect smoothness of my cunt. It was still perfectly smooth from the shaving I did yesterday morning. I concluded that my hair grew very slowly.
I didn't really care, though. I just was thankful because I loved the feeling of all that smooth skin above my slit, without a hair in sight. I hadn't even touched the slit yet, I was just rubbing my fingers over the top of my slippery mound. I raised up my head and propped it up on pillows so I could look down at my cunt as I played with it.
My pussy looked almost like a little girl's. Sitting there, with my legs parted only a little, there was not even a suggestion of stubble under the skin, only the nice little mound that slowly curves from one soft mound into two lips separated by a slit. I rubbed slowly across the mound and extended one finger to the top of the incurving line, just brushing my clit.
It was tender! After last night, I wasn't surprised, but I could tell that if I was at all forceful with it, it would be very painful. I proceeded to brush it gently, sometimes not even touching the clit, just brushing around the little hood that enclosed it. Even that was enough to give me immense pleasure. It wasn't that my clit was painful to touch, it was just that in it's slightly raw state, it was more sensitive both to pain AND to pleasure.
So pleasure it I did! I was grasping and pulling on my tits with my left hand while I rubbed my clit with my right. It was amazing! Even after all the sex I had had as a woman, nothing had prepared me for this. My dick had never been anywhere near this sensitive. In fact, I wouldn't have been able to conceive as a man of anything being this sensitive. The pleasure I got, just from fingering my clit, wiped out any worries I had about who had done this to me, of how large my tits had become, or anything else. Those things would return, but for now I was totally lost to my ecstasy.
My wet pussy was crying out to be penetrated, so I wrenched my finger away from my clit and pushed it up into myself. It also felt definitely sore, but because of this soreness, I was so much more aware of the feeling of my finger sliding into me. Where before I would have crammed two or even three fingers into my cunt (after last night, I was certainly stretched enough,) I now was completely satisfied to have one there. I moved it in and out for a second, then returned it to my clit.
Suddenly, I had an idea. I got my little vibrator from where I had hidden it in my dresser (under that pink DD cup bra that I would never wear now,) and grabbed Tiffany's dildo from where it lay, forgotten, next to her bed. Laying back down on my bed, I inserted the vibrator into my pussy. It filled my only partially, but it still felt extremely good. I didn't even turn it on, I just pushed it in and out of me for a few moments, until it was well lubricated, and then pulled it out.
Spreading my legs nice and wide, I felt under myself and pulled my asscheeks apart, then slowly inserted the vibrator. My ass was just as sore as my pussy, so the vibrator was slightly painful when I pushed it in for the first time, but I really wanted to be penetrated back there so I just clenched my teeth and kept pushing it slowly, but relentlessly, up my tail. Finally, it was completely in. I turned it on, and immediately the pain turned to pleasure. I started to pump it in and out, gently because my asshole was still very sensitive. My pussy momentarily forgotten, I concentrated all my energies on the sensations I was giving myself by fucking my ass with a vibrator. It was amazing. I felt full, that's the best way I can explain it, so sensuously, ecstatically full, and the sensation was coming not from my cunt but from my asshole. After only about a minute of slowly pushing the vibrator in and out of my anal entrance, I came.
After the orgasm subsided, and with the vibrator still buzzing in my ass, I began to work on my pussy. I took Tiff's dildo and ran the tip of it slowly up and down my slit, teasing like I had done so many times to other girls with my REAL dick, when I still was a man. The flowing pussy juice lubricated the head of the dildo, and I felt myself gasp as it grazed up against my clitoris. I positioned the head of the plastic cock at the opening of my vagina, and slowly pushed it up inside. Now I was filled, front and back, like I loved to be. I used my right hand to pump the dildo slowly in and out of myself, and my left hand to stimulate my clit. Now the feeling was truly unbeatable. I had dildos in both my cunt and ass, filling me completely, and I was simultaneously playing with my clit. I knew I couldn't last long before I came.
I was right. After only a few minutes of stimulating myself this way, I began to orgasm. Unlike the other times I had masturbated, though, I didn't stop playing with myself. It felt too good, and so I decided to play with my pussy up until the moment when I was exhausted from the orgasm and had to stop.
I discovered something about women about then. Whenever I had cum as a man, there had been a time just after my orgasm when I was too tired to move. As a woman, I kept waiting for that time, but it never happened. My orgasm didn't end, either. It just came in and out of focus, alternately bowling me over with sensation and receding to a pleasant glow between my legs. I knew that girls could maintain orgasms much longer than guys, but this seemed insane. I could keep having this feeling as long as I kept fingering myself. I wondered why women ever stopped!
I don't know how long I pleasured myself. It's hard to gage time while you're completely in ecstasy, but I would bet that my orgasm lasted about twenty five to thirty minutes before I collapsed from exhaustion. The next thing I knew, I was being shaken gently awake.
I opened my eyes to see Tiffany staring back at me. Once I was awake, she stopped staring at my eyes and concentrated her full attention on my tits.
"What the hell happened here?" she asked. "How much cum did you get?"
"I have no idea," I replied.
"Dammit, girl, it looks like you were the guest of honor at a gang bang!"
"Actually, that's kind of what happened.
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Keywords: Ch., Nymphomania, 3,