Insatiable an Appetite

A vagina that none had yet penetrated save herself. What joy there was in having a vagina! She had explored it with fingers, and had delved deeper inside herself with her slender vibrator, but had not yet found the courage to invite a man to fuck it.

Letting Joe fuck her tits had been fun, but she had shied away from the idea of his cock breaching her virgin entrance. She'd known how much he wanted to come all over her tits, just as she'd known that it was her ass he wanted to fuck, rather than her pussy. Maybe one day soon she'd let him do that.

A magic ring... The idea was absurd, a fantasy from popular fiction. It had granted Cassie three wishes, but its power didn't stop there. It made others hunger for her, and made her aware of others' hunger for her. At first she had thought this was her overactive imagination, but whenever she removed the ring, the world seemed a far colder and harsher place.

She seldom took it off.

And it didn't work on everyone. It only worked on people wearing wedding rings, or engagement rings. Like Joe - so faithful to his wife, yet so easily seduced by Cassie. Or her elderly neighbours George and Sue, who were constantly spying on her from their windows. Or her other neighbours, Rob and Jennifer, who unspoken desire for a threesome needed no special magic to see.

It was quite frightening, in a way, how much they wanted her. Her body reacted automatically to their lust, even when they were out of sight, out of hearing, thick walls separating them from her. Almost every night, it seemed, she would wake up at some point, her body almost painfully aroused in response to a fucking she was not a part of.

Cassie took the vibrator from her bedside drawer. "You'll do for now," she said to it, "but if I don't get a proper fuck soon, I'm going to go mad."

With a sigh of satisfaction, she pressed the humming tip to her clit, and let the pleasure build all the way to a much needed climax. She loved watching her beautiful new self flush with rosy excitement and her golden tresses shake while her body convulsed helplessly and glistening fluid squirted past her fingers.

It wasn't the first of the day, and wouldn't be the last either.

*

"Who is she?" Tanya asked.

Joe had always been a loving and attentive husband, as well as an ardent lover, and she believed he had always been faithful to her, but for the past few days he had been after her almost constantly. On the one hand, it was fantastic. On the other, she wasn't convinced she was the cause of it.

Not least because of his sudden desire to fuck her tits.

She didn't mind that. Not really. But it made her self-conscious about the size of her breasts. You needed porn star breasts to make a tit fuck look good, especially with a cock as big as Joe's.

Still, she wrapped them as best she could about the cock that thrust between them.

"Eh?" he said, barely listening to her. "Who?"

"Whose tits are you thinking about right now?"

Joe slowed a little, but seemed unwilling, or perhaps unable, to stop completely. His long, thick cock glided determinedly between her oiled breasts as he looked down at her with a worried expression.

Tanya could have pulled away, but her desire to feel him there outweighed her anger. If indeed she was angry. She knew she should be, or at least thought she should be. Mostly she wished she had huge breasts that Joe could fuck properly.

Except she didn't really wish that. Huge breasts would be fun in bed, but not so much in real life.

"A client," Joe admitted.

"What's her name?"

"Cassie."

"Does she have huge tits?"

Joe's thrusts had been speeding up gradually during this exchange, but as he confessed, "Yes," the brakes came off and he resumed his earlier urgency. The soft head of his cock bumped against her neck with each stroke. Tanya loved the sensation of his smooth-yet-veined shaft gliding across her skin.

"Does she let you fuck them?" she whispered.

But Joe's expression was contorted with pain, and she knew he was close. "Come on my tits, baby," she said.

Not that she could have stopped him at that point. He shuddered to a halt, even as his cock stiffened and a warm jet of cum splashed against her chin. The next burst of cum hit her cheek as he pulled away, before he directed the pulsing stream down at her breasts, first one, then the other.

Then he pushed into her mouth, still hard and dribbling cum as it jerked gently between her lips, and she sucked on it eagerly, licking him clean and moaning with pleasure that was only slightly exaggerated.

She pulled away after a minute, happy to see that Joe was still hard. "Does she let you fuck them?" she repeated, louder this time, as she stroked the cock gently.

His guilty expression was all the answer she needed - and he knew it. "Just the once," he said.

Strangely, it didn't anger her. If anything, it aroused a curiosity to see this woman with her huge tits that Joe couldn't resist. Tanya wondered what it would be like to watch Joe fucking another woman's tits. To see his cum all over them, the way his cum was on her own face and breasts now.

"Just her tits?" she asked. "Not her mouth? Her pussy? Her ass?"

Joe blushed bright red as he shook his head. "Not saying I didn't want to," he mumbled.

Tanya laughed, surprising even herself. "I think I'd like to see you do that," she said.

With a moan of pure lust, Joe picked her up and threw her onto the bed, positioning himself between her parted thighs. "You will," he said. "I'm going to fuck her ass while you lick my cum from her breasts."

And with that image fresh in Tanya's head, Joe drove his thick cock deep into her. "Yes!" she cried. "Do it, Joe! Fuck that bitch!"

*

"Hi, my name's Cassie."

The sight of the young woman standing in his doorway was almost enough to stop George's heart. It hammered in his chest, even as his cock surged to life within the constriction of his underwear. "Er, ah," he said. "George." He held out his hand, and she shook it. Her skin was slightly cool to the touch. "Hello. Welcome to the neighbourhood."

"Thanks! I've spoken to your wife, Sue, a few times. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Sorry - she's not home right now."

Cassie laughed. Her bright eyes and warm smile were like unexpected sunshine. It was a long time since George had had a crush, but Cassie stirred a forgotten passion in him. For sex, but more than sex. "That's okay," she said, and she seemed not disappointed at all. "Maybe you can help me."

"I'll try," he said, offering her a smile in return. You old flirt, he thought to himself.

"It's just, I've never had a garden before, and I really don't know what to do with it. And your garden is so pretty. Do you know anyone who'd be willing to look after mine?"

"I'd be happy to," George said, without even thinking. Or, rather, thinking only how he would get to be closer to Cassie.

"Really? That would be great. I'll pay you, of course. What's the going rate?"

"No no! There's no need. I enjoy gardening." He frowned anxiously. "But you'll need to pay for plants and so on."

"Oh, of course! But there must be something I can do for you in return."

Of course, George thought, but nothing I'd dare ask for...

Cassie was gorgeous. She stood in his doorway, her face framed with waves and curls of gold, her waist shaped perfectly by a silvery corset beneath her large bust, her black leather boots with stiletto heels supremely sexy beneath a too-short skirt... sexy... slutty... her eyes focussed on his crotch where his aching cock was confined.

George was speechless. Was she really suggesting what he thought she was?

"May I come in for a minute?" Cassie asked, and she made it sound so innocent.

"Ah, yes, of course. Sorry - I've been so rude! Can I get you a cuppa?"

"That would be lovely," she said, smiling as she crossed the threshold.

George led the way into the kitchen. "How do like your new house?"

"It's wonderful," Cassie said. "I've never had a house to myself. Although it does get a little lonely at times."

"No boyfriend?"

"No. I've never had one, and I'm not sure I want one, but I am, to be perfectly honest, desperate..." She bent over to whisper in his ear. "Desperate, for a fuck."

George could scarcely believe his ears. Cassie certainly looked like a woman who was desperate for a fuck, but was she really asking him?

Cassie laughed nervously. "Maybe you could consider me as part of the garden? Something to be tended to from time to time?" She lifted her skirt to reveal a lack of knickers, and a thick, tangled forest of golden curls. "This bush could do with trimming, don't you think?"

Unable to hold back any longer, George unbelted his trousers and let them fall. His hard cock sprang free from his underwear, its tip glistening with precum. "Turn around," he instructed. "Bend over the table."

She did as asked. "Be gentle," she said. "I'm a virgin."

Nothing else she could have said would have excited him more. It took all his self-control not to plunge into her. Indeed, his head was already pushing between her soft, wet folds when he paused, and said, "I'm not wearing a condom."

"You don't need to worry about that," she said. "Fuck me, George."

She whimpered as he pushed into her slowly, working his cock out and in a few times until he was all the way in. "Okay?" he asked.

"Yes. It's good. Do it."

It was all the permission George needed. He felt like a young man again, with new pussy to conquer. He withdrew carefully until only the head was within, then slammed his cock eagerly home.

"Fuck!" she cried. "Fuck, yes. Do it like that. Again."

Again, he did, and again. He settled into a rhythm that punished his ageing muscles, but the pleasure was worth it. He felt like he was finally doing what he was born to do. What millions of years of evolution had created him to do. To dominate. To penetrate. To fuck... To inseminate... To impregnate...

Hopefully not, but certainly to fill her with his cum. To mark her as his. And only his. To possess her. A young virgin girl.

Of course, all that was fantasy. He had no doubt that she was the one in control here. He was serving her pleasure, and it was an honour to do so. He was nothing but a dirty old man cheating on his wife with a young neighbour...

But it felt so good to bury his cock in her sweet pussy, again, and again.

He was getting close, though. Close to the end - for which he was grateful, because his strength was starting to give out. "I'm close," he panted. "I'm close."

"Don't wait for me," she said.

Not that he could have. He moaned with the intensity of his orgasm, and kept himself deep inside her as his cock swelled and stiffened repeatedly, spitting his load into her womb, again and again, until it was done, and he was done, exhausted.

He pulled out, his cock already losing its proud erection, and collapsed into a seat.

Cassie adjusted her skirt. "Thank you, George," she said. "Why don't you come round tomorrow, and we'll talk about the gardening - if you still want to do it?"

George grinned up at her. "Oh, absolutely."

*

"I saw that girl earlier," Penelope said, speaking from her doorway as Sue passed by. "The weird one." Her expression was one of mingled distrust and contempt, tinged as so often by a vicious delight in bringing misery through gossip.

"Oh yes?" Sue said, pausing out of politeness, but weary with expectation of trouble. No doubt Penelope would remark on Cassie's 'sluttish' attire and insinuate that the girl was a cheap whore with a sugar daddy somewhere. Not that there had been any evidence of a sugar daddy, or indeed any men at all apart from workmen.

"Coming out of your house, not ten minutes ago. Saw her go in as well, dressed like a stripper, showing off her fake breasts. Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, she was, when she came out. I said to myself, I bet she's given your George something to grin about, and all."

Sue could feel her cheeks burning from Penelope's spiteful glee. The news, if it was true, alarmed her, but in a way that left her feeling conflicted. The idea that George might be unfaithful to her was upsetting, but that he should be unfaithful to her with Cassie was...

Oddly exciting.

"Well, I'd best be getting home then," she muttered, and she felt Penelope's fierce glare like a knife in her back all the way to her front door.

George was in the kitchen, holding a cup of tea in one hand. His other hand was wrapped about his erect cock and stroking it gently. He jumped at the sight of her, nearly spilling his tea everywhere.

"Hello, dear," he said nervously.

"Did you fuck her?" she asked.

His guilty expression gave the answer, and he knew it too. George slumped in defeat, and nodded.

"Did you use protection?"

This time he shook his head, still lacking the courage to confess his sins out loud.

Sue's sense of self-conflict deepened. She had asked about protection because she was worried about consequences - about pregnancy, and STDs that wouldn't want to catch herself - but she was struck suddenly by the thought of her husband's cum dripping from Cassie's sweet pussy. For real, and not just her perverted fantasy.

Her clit was throbbing with excitement, and suddenly none of the risks and stupidity mattered. "Well, I hope you've recovered," Sue said firmly. "I want you in bed right now."

*

Cassie, for her part, was secretly thrilled to have lost her virginity. Strictly speaking, she had lost it long ago, back before she was her new self, back when having an actual vagina had been just a dream. Now she had not only a vagina, but also a hymen. Back in her bedroom she studied herself in the mirror, stretching her labia wide as she peered at the delicate membrane, still unexpectedly intact, with its oval aperture.

Her thighs were sticky from her neighbour's cum. There was more of it still inside her. She could feel it. The sensation of the old man's cock pulsing within her as it deposited his cum had been almost enough to bring her to climax. The feel of it leaking from her afterwards as she walked home was a dirty thrill, made even more intense by the knowledge that her lover belonged to someone else.

George was old enough to be her grandfather. Cassie had been aware of his hunger for her, of course, but the desire to take advantage of that hunger had overwhelmed her quite abruptly. The urgent need to have a cock in her - any cock - had overridden all other concerns. George's had simply been the nearest.

Strange, though, that that craving to be fucked had faded after his orgasm rather than her own.

Not entirely, however.

Cassie laughed quietly. "I'm such a slut," she said. She licked her cum-stained fingertips curiously, and the taste was both familiar and somehow new. The perfect blend of creamy cum and sweet pussy. "You dirty cumslut," she growled at herself, and laughed again.

Cassie had always preferred sex without condoms, but the worry about STDs had made it a rare pleasure. But that worry was over, now. "My third wish," she'd said to the ring, "is to never have to worry about infections, so that I can have sex however and with whoever I want.

Perhaps instead she should have wished to be free from the hassle of periods (a definite downside to the whole transformation thing; not being able to pee standing up was a close second) and the worry of possible pregnancy - what if George had knocked her up?

With a lustful moan, she lay back on the bed, working her clit with determination. George's cum was on her fingers. Was it in her womb too? Would her belly swell over the months with his child? Would he fuck her again every day, filling her with more of his delicious cum, before going home to his wife?

"Fuck," Cassie whimpered. "Fuck. Fuck me, George." She was close. So close.

Or what if Sue joined in too? Sitting on Cassie's face while her husband hammered away below. "Lick me, slut," the old woman hissing. "Lick my husband's cum from my sweet pussy while he fucks you good and hard."

Except that wasn't really what Cassie wanted. As she finally crested, the image that stuck in her mind was Sue on her knees, licking her husband's cum from Cassie's ravished pussy. "Yes," she hissed. "Yes yes yes."

*

Rob and Jennifer opened the door together and chorused, "Hi!"

"So glad you could come," Jennifer said, ushering Cassie inside.

Rob relieved her of the bottle of French red, saying, "You shouldn't have," before heading off in search of a corkscrew.

"I hope it's a good one," Cassie said. "I know nothing about wine, really."

"From the look on Rob's face, I'm sure it's fine. Do you like Italian?"

"Sure."

"We forgot to ask if you've got any allergies. And you do eat meat, I hope?"

"Oh, yes. And no allergies, don't worry."

Cassie smiled, and Jennifer felt herself drowning in its warmth. The woman was temptation itself. Soft lips waiting to be kissed. Breasts demanding to be cupped and squeezed. Large, thick nipples that made sharp points in the short blue dress that left Cassie's flawless thighs bare.

With an effort, Jennifer tore her gaze away and took a breath. "Uh, well, take a seat, please. I'll go help Rob with the food. It's almost ready."

The meal was delicious, a bolognese with spaghetti, and they talked about this and that, but mostly about her and Rob's future plans. Cassie seemed reluctant to talk about herself, but seemed enthusiastic about the wedding preparations. Over a dessert of ice cream, Jennifer dared to say, "I've been thinking. I bet Rob would look pretty in a wedding dress."

"Shut up," Rob said, blushing furiously.

Cassie laughed. "Actually, you would."

Rob's blush deepened.

"Hmm," Jennifer said. "You know, I might have a dress that would fit you. I ordered something the other day and they sent the wrong size." She stood and slipped away and ran up the stairs.

"I, er," Rob said.

"Don't worry," Cassie said. "I won't tell."

Jennifer was back quickly, holding a pink dress with a floral pattern. "Be a good girl and put this on."

There was surprisingly little resistance from him, even when Cassie suggested he change in front of them. Indeed, he relaxed and put on a strip show, flinging his clothes to the corners of the room. All except his boxer shorts, which were impressively tented by the semi-erect monster within.

Cassie whistled appreciatively.

And then the pink dress fell into place, fitting perfectly.

"I don't know," Cassie said. "The boxers ruin the line. You'd best take them off."

Rob shrugged, but grinned as he teased his boxer shorts off. His very erect but concealed cock made a huge tent in the dress. Cassie licked her lips hungrily, and Jennifer smiled. "Honey, come over here and let Cassie see what you're hiding there."

Rob did as asked. Standing in front of the sitting Cassie, he lifted the dress until his huge cock was revealed in all its glory.

Cassie tentatively wrapped a hand about the shaft and stroked it gently. Jennifer moved round the table to kneel beside Cassie, running her fingertips teasingly between those silky thighs. The thighs parted, letting Jennifer delve beneath the blue dress, all the way to the prize.

Unshielded! Not only was Cassie without knickers, her pussy was incredibly wet. With a moan of pure lust, Jennifer shifted position and pushed Cassie's knees further apart. Cassie inched forward to the edge of the seat, presenting her pussy to Jennifer. "Do it," she said. "Make me come with your mouth, while your fiancé fucks mine."

Moments later, Cassie's lips were tight around Rob's hard shaft, her jaw stretched wide to admit the thick head within. Jennifer turned her attention to the golden pubes and glistening, delicate labia. How long was it since she had last had this intimate pleasure? Two years? Three?