Nymphomania Ch. 2

byEdward Miller©

The walk back to my dorm was not an easy one. The dildo buzzing away in my soaking pussy made it possible for me to appear in public without raping every guy I saw, but it had it's own downside. Simply put, it felt too good!

Being that I went to a large state university, it took me almost a half hour to walk from one side of campus, where my class was, to the other side, where my dorm was. Inside of that half hour, I came three times. While I had been sitting in class, I had had only four orgasms in three hours. The difference was the extra sensation of walking. As I said before, it made my whole body react. My nipples brushed up against the inside of my t shirt, and were again so hard it was painful. The gentle rolling of my hips as I walked accentuated the sensations coming from the buzzing in my twat, and as soon as I noticed that, I began to intensify the hip motion as I walked. Soon, I was rolling my hips like a belly dancer as I walked along, just because it felt sooo good!

Needless to say, walking across a college campus looking like raw sex gets you some appreciative stares from college guys, especially if you have blond hair, wide hips, a nice ass, 36DD breasts, and (I won't be modest) a pretty face. I'm ashamed to admit, I enjoyed being looked at so lustfully. I remember being surprised at that reaction, so soon after I had been so pissed at the guy from the porn shop for staring at my tits. Was I beginning to turn gay? I wondered. No, I decided, it was just that I was so much hornier now, my female body was overriding my male mind and making me lick my lips and smile back at the guys as I passed them. Their stares just made me hornier, which made me accentuate my walk more, and the whole thing fed on itself, spinning off out of control like feedback.

This particular walk back to the dorm took longer than a half hour, because I had to stop three times and sit down on a bench. I didn't really think I could keep walking normally while in the throes of an orgasm. I didn't think I could have done that as a man, but orgasms as a woman were even more intense, and spread throughout my entire body. Actually, I thought as I sat down breathing heavily and came for the third time, these orgasms were even stronger than the first I'd had as a woman. The voice had told me that each time I orgasmed I would get hornier. I guess this was just one more aspect of the change.

I thought more about the change as I sat there, wanting to wait a bit more before I tried to get up and walk. I had been a normal man before I woke up in that room, tied to the bed and with a new pussy and some small tits. Now, my tits were 36DD and growing every time I touched cum. Soon I would run out of letters. I wondered why anyone would want to do this to me? It couldn't be revenge, nobody really had any reason to have a grudge against me. I didn't even know who had done it. I only hoped that I was right, that whoever it was would make contact with me to keep tabs on my progress, and that I could get some information then that would help me force them to turn me back into a man.

I really wasn't into being a woman. The sexual sensations were the only thing it had going for it. I had avoided bothering with makeup, I had washed my hair but not done anything with it (I was glad it was fairly short.) I really wasn't one of those guys who got off on dressing like a girl. This morning while getting dressed I had consciously put on jeans and a t shirt, about the most non gender specific outfit you could wear. My sexy underwear was not my fault. All the underwear my unknown persecutor had supplied for me was skimpy and sexy, consisting entirely of thong bikini panties and half cup bras in sizes reaching up to a custom made H cup (which implied something I'd rather not think about.) The best I could do this morning was to choose black underwear instead of the pink.

All these thoughts were running through my head as I finally reached my dorm and started climbing the steps to my room. I let myself in, and was immediately disappointed to find that Tiffany wasn't there. I was so horny! I thought about my options for a moment, and then realized that I really had no choice. I tried to fight it, but I found myself drawn inexorably to the bathroom that divided our room from Ian and Greg's. At least I had the presence of mind to grab the condoms from my backpack as I was swept along.

As I quietly opened the bathroom door, I heard the shower. Peeking around the shower curtain, I saw Greg standing under the shower spray with his back to the nozzle, shielding his front from the spray. He didn't see me, so intent was he on what he was doing.

I thought back to this morning, when I had seduced Greg and found that he kept his cock shaved as bare as my slit. I had found that unbelievably arousing (actually, since I had been changed into a woman, I found almost everything unbelievable arousing.) Now, as I watched, he was carefully touching up his shaving job, with his cock lathered up in soap and his razor sliding softly over the smooth skin. Apparently, he found it as arousing as I did, because his cock was standing up to a full erection. As I watched, he stopped shaving for a moment and started to stroke his shaft slowly up and down, closing his eyes and opening his mouth into a big 'O' of pleasure. He soon returned to the business at hand, however, and continued shaving his cock and balls until he was apparently satisfied that they were completely smooth. Then he took his cock in hand and started to jack off in earnest.

I didn't want him to expend all his energies without giving me any pleasure, so I quickly pulled my head out of the shower and got undressed. Even though I was embarrassed by my women's underwear, I was a little disappointed when the dental floss thin strip of thong came out of my crack; I was actually enjoying it there. I had a little bit of trouble with the bra, as I found out that these things are even harder to take off of yourself than someone else, but eventually I was naked and ready to fuck.

I got into the shower without making any announcement of it and stepped right up to Greg, starting to rub my tits and pussy against him. He was so surprised as first that I think he almost cried out, but when I dropped to my knees and took his prick into my mouth, he seemed much more at ease.

I had to rinse his dick off first, because I really didn't want to suck something that tasted like a bar of soap, but then I got down to business with a vengeance. I sucked him hungrily, grabbing the base of his cock and pistoning my head back and forth, fucking my face with his dick. There was nothing slow and gently about it, we were both raging sex maniacs and we wanted pleasure NOW. I was rough with his cock, sliding the tips of my teeth up and down it and nipping at the head, but he just grabbed me by the head and proceeded to force his dick in and out of my mouth, fucking my face even more forcefully than I had been doing to myself. I felt powerless, realizing that Greg could easily overpower my body in it's petite, feminine state, and there was nothing I could do but let him pump his cock in and out of my throat at his pleasure.

Speaking of Greg's pleasure, there was one way in which I could seize some sexual initiative, and I did. Now that Greg was furiously fucking my face, I had both hands free, and he was standing in front of my kneeling form with his legs slightly spread. I felt my way around the tub until I found the bar of soap sliding around forgotten by the drain, and after pausing to lather up my entire right hand as thoroughly as possible, I reached up between Greg's legs and parted his ass cheeks. While rubbing and caressing his scrotum with my left hand, I slowly slipped the index finger of my right into his asshole, just up to the first knuckle. Greg let out a grunt that sounded half of surprise, half of pleasure, and started to pump his cock down my throat even faster and more forcefully. I wriggled my finger back and forth and started to rotate it, just to get him used to the sensation. I knew from my recent experience with my own asshole that being filled there was quite an enjoyable feeling as long as you had time to get used to the pressure. Come to think of it, Greg was probably enjoying this even more than I had, because now that I was a woman, I no longer had a prostate. I wondered what anal penetration would feel like for a man, but I continued to stimulate him there as he fucked my throat. I inserted my finger further, curling it over to reach where I had learned in Biology class the prostate was located, and I was rewarded with a frantic grunting from Greg. I kept my finger there as he fucked my face even faster, his grunts and groans rising in volume.

Suddenly, Greg went rigid. Sensing his orgasm was imminent, I forced my finger the rest of the way up his ass, until my knuckles were pressing hard against his sphincters. Greg pulled my head violently towards his crotch, shoving the full length of his ten incher down my throat. I hadn't yet been able to take more that about two thirds of it, and the whole thing shoved rudely down my esophagus nearly made me gag. I felt like a sword swallower in a carnival. Then the cum started to erupt from his balls and I realized that if I came into contact with a whole lot more of that stuff, I would look like a carnival freak of an entirely different sort.

I tried to pull back away from his cock, but his hands held me there as the sperm spurted down into my stomach. By the time he finished rocking back and forth, there was a warm spot at the pit of my belly, and my tits and hips were feeling warm and tingly again. I resolved to touch no more cum, ever again. My breasts were large enough already, and after they finished growing from this load, I didn't want them to grow any more. The though of being a woman was bad enough without being a woman with freakishly large breasts.

I was still horny, though, and I had a craving for more cum that had been intensified by the load I had just ingested. Summoning all the presence of mind I could while I was essentially drunk on cum, my tits and hips tingling and throbbing as they began to grow, I led Greg out of the shower and dried us both off. Leading him into his room, I pushed him onto the bed and held up the condom I had brought with me. Greg didn't look too happy about that, so I emulated something a girl had once done to me, when I was still a man. I took the rubber in my mouth and positioned it across the inside of my pursed lips. Leaning over to engulf Greg's prick, I slowly unrolled the condom down his cock, using only my lips and tongue. Greg seemed to mind the condom somewhat less when he experienced my manner of employing it.

When I had his cock completely wrapped, I got up onto the bed and squatted over it. My pussy was crying out for a reaming, but I waited a minute, teasing myself and Greg, with my hand holding his rapidly hardening dick upright, and my cunt suspended less than an inch from the tip. Greg started to buck his hips back and forth, rubbing my hand on the base of his crotch and just barely brushing the tip of his dick against my clitoris at the apex of every movement.

Just the feel of that nearly made me cum, I was so desperately horny. The teasing sensation of the feather-light touches of his head at the focal point of my vagina nearly sent me over the edge. I restrained myself, however. I wanted to be well and completely fucked before I was done with him, especially because I wouldn't have what was normally my main satisfaction, the cum that I craved so badly. So, after letting him tease my clit with his cockhead for a few minutes, I positioned the head at the entrance to my dripping wet hole, and impaled myself upon his cock in one stroke.

Having my pussy filled at that particular moment was the single most satisfying sensation I could remember. I NEEDED to be fucked, like I'd never needed anything before in my life, and this cock filling me so completely was the most pleasurable thing imaginable. For once, no part of my mind was dismayed by the thought of fucking this man, I just knew in my mind that this was what my body needed, with a biological urge that, though artificially induced, was so desperate that it overrode any objections my mind could have to this form of relief and made it my sole purpose to seek fulfillment from this cock.

Thinking that the sensations might be slightly muted for Greg because of the condom he was wearing, I made a special effort to massage him with my pussy muscles. Although I hadn't had them for long, they had been in good shape when I awoke as a girl, and had received almost constant practice and exercise since then. I clenched my cunt as hard as I could around his cock, hearing him grunt from the sudden tightness of my pussy. I bore down on his crotch, rolling my hips with his dick contained in my cunt, unwilling to relinquish any of this incredibly full feeling I was enjoying, even for the sake of stroking his cock in and out. Instead, I just rolled my hips, gaining sensations from the way that caused friction between his cock and my pussy, though as wet as I was, I'm surprised there could be any friction at all.

All the while I was grinding my clit as hard as possible down against his pubic bone. Realizing that my body now weighed so little that I couldn't actually exert much pressure just by force of gravity alone, I grabbed Greg's sides and pulled myself down on him that way. Realizing my predicament, Greg grabbed my asscheeks and grinding my clit down on him with all his force. Desperately rolling my hips, I began to whimper, then to moan, and finally to scream as my orgasm raged through me. It seemed to last forever, as the sheer sensation of the orgasm ate up all the other sensations I had. Bit by bit, I lost contact with the world, squeezing my eyes shut until it wasn't even black anymore, all I saw was white. Eventually I realized I couldn't even feel Greg fucking me, I couldn't even feel my body, all I could feel was this colossal orgasm, and I was floating in it with no reference points whatsoever.

Gradually, I became reacquainted with the real world, and realized I was too spent and exhausted to move a muscle. I was just lying there on top of Greg, with his cock still stuck up my pussy, totally limp with my arms and legs lying askew.

Greg, realizing that I would be no more help to him, and knowing that fucking with the girl on top requires concentration, eased me off of him. Rolling over slightly, he deposited on my side in the middle of his bed. Standing up, he lifted me easily in his arms and carried me through the bathroom and towards my room. Any suspicion I had that he was going to gently deposit me on my bed and return to his own room was proved wrong my the feeling of his prick, so fantastically erect that it was standing almost vertically against his stomach, pressing up against my back as he effortlessly carried me.

He did deposit me gently on my bed, but face down. I could already feel the difference in the size of my tits from the load of cum I had swallowed in the shower, and all it did was make me horny. Greg arranged my arms comfortably so that I could grasp my tits with what little strength I had left, and he spread my legs out straight across the bed. Parting my asscheeks slightly, he reached down deeper between my legs to get some lubrication from my still dripping pussy. He brought this lubrication back up along the crack in my ass to my tight little asshole, and proceeded to rub it in, massaging and loosening my tail as he did so. When he had done this for a moment or two, he put both his hands back to holding my cheeks apart, and I felt a slight pressure against my ass bud. Slowly, and gently, he entered my rear opening.

Although I had had my ass fucked last night by Greg's roommate, Ian, while Greg was busily pumping my pussy, I was not prepared for Greg's much bigger cock. Apart from being at least two inches longer, Greg's tool was much thicker and harder, and my asshole was still very tight. If I had had the strength to do so, I probably would have asked him to stop, but as it was, I could just lay there on my stomach and knead my tits weakly. Actually, my exhaustion may very well have been to my advantage, causing my ass muscles to be more relaxed than they ever would have been otherwise.

Feeling no resistance, Greg slowly stroked his cock all the way into my behind. As I lay there and felt it, I was constantly sure that I had reached the last of it, that any time now he would rub the base of his cock up against the outside of my asshole. But it must felt even larger than it had looked, and by the time the base of his cock was actually touching my poor little asscrack, I was more indecently filled than I had ever imagined possible. I thought that there couldn't possibly be any way he could fill me any fuller, but he grasped my (now noticeably wider) hipbones from behind and pushed into my ass, fighting to gain another fraction of an inch of insertion. He seemed reluctant to pull it out, he just wanted to stay there, completely enveloped in my ass, and so he didn't stroke in and out, but just clenched my ass to his cock like a vise and tried to thrust deeper. He never pulled out any, he just tried to go deeper, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. This rocking motion caused a little tiny feeling of friction between his cock and the internal walls of my asshole, as well as rubbing my clit against the sheets bunched up under my hairless mound. I rubbed my tits as forcefully as I could, which wasn't very, and laid there helpless to resist, just enjoying my assfuck.

Greg continued his attempt to get even further into my ass. I would have thought he had already penetrated me there as deeply as humanly possible, but he continued to redouble his efforts, the muscles on his arms standing out with the strain of pulling my ass back up onto his prick as hard as possible. His rocking continued, speeding up slowly, but the miniscule amount of movement he was causing allowed him to hold out a long time before cumming. I would estimate that he was straining to further explore my asshole for nearly forty five minutes, but I might not have been in a good stated to judge, being that I was so exhausted that I would not have been able to stay awake except for the fact that I was orgasming regularly, every five minutes or so. My clit was getting sore from rubbing against the sheets, and I was wondering how long he could keep this up, when Greg suddenly let out a "humph!" and impaled be onto his cock by perhaps another centimeter, which I would a moment earlier have declared impossible. I could feel his cock spasming in my behind, and I could only hope that the condom held, or my tits would be growing even more tonight. Greg held himself tightly into my ass for nearly thirty seconds, completely rigid and grunting, before his orgasm subsided. Then he collapsed on top of me and laid there for a few minutes before gathering his strength and getting up to stagger drunkenly back towards his room. I was asleep before he reached my door.

My dreams were exceedingly strange. I dreamt of being in the room with Tiffany, but I was my old male self again. In the dream, though, I had never been otherwise. Tiffany's tits were enormous, much larger than they were in real life (not that her real life tits could ever be considered small.) I wanted to fuck her, and suddenly we were naked. Without apparently moving to a bed, we were fucking, and the longer we fucked, the smaller her tits got. After a while I noticed that I was growing tits and hips as we fucked, but I still had my dick. Eventually, Tiffany's tits and hips had shrunk until she was entirely a guy, except for her pussy, and I was outwardly a woman, with ridiculously exaggerated tits and ass, except for my dick. As we continued to fuck, my dick started to shrink, and her pussy became less concave, moving out to match my dick shrinking back. For one short second, we both had smooth, featureless crotches that we nonetheless continued to rub together, then Tiffany began to form a dick and my own crotch dimpled in and began to resemble a pussy. Finally, I was completely a woman, with huge breasts the size of garbage cans, and Tiffany was completely a man, but her dick continued to grow, stretching me wider and wider as we fucked, stretching me all out of shape. I felt it continue up into my body, first one foot, then two feet, until I could feel it almost up to my collarbone, all inside of me. It hurt, but as it grew it pleasured me even more. Finally, Tiffany began to cum. I felt warm, salty sperm bubble up from the back of my throat. My own orgasm began, and that's when I woke up.

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