Addicted to Womanhood 1

by Zoe Brown

  And that’s what I started to do. Trembling, despite my best efforts not to, I guided the head of my hot handsome man’s cock to the wet lips of my vagina, and groaned with desire as my body felt it’s quivering approach. But then I froze. I hesitated.

  “Wait, wait,” I whispered, frantically, and I heard my almost-lover groan in disappointment. He did wait, though. I knew I was making things awkward, but I – I just, I felt like I needed half a second. Glancing down past my full, heaving breasts into the narrow space between our bodies, I was struck again by how wild and crazy and insane and hot and sexy it was that I was the one with the flat, empty crotch in this situation, with the yielding, pink, blooming vagina, and the smooth, sloping pelvis leading down to it. I was the woman! And I was about to let a man – a MAN – fuck me with his hard, throbbing, veiny cock, the same cock I was holding in my hand! For just a moment, I listened to the voice in the back of my mind, the one that was screaming at me that this was insane, that I was a man, that I shouldn’t be doing this, that I should get back on my bike, ride away as quickly as it would take me, and go somewhere secret and private to hole up until this dosage of Werewoman wore off and my body turned back to normal.

  For a moment.

  But then, all the memories of my time with Brianna, and Jade, and my strange and sexual excitement over the possibilities that Werewoman afforded me, and all of my many years of making love to beautiful women, of enjoying the company of beautiful women, of even – yes, I could fucking admit it – even envying beautiful women … their beauty, their softness, their femininity, their sexuality, their – their everything… all of that came rushing back to me at once, and swept all my doubts away.

  I want this! I heard the girl-voice of my subconscious cry outloud in the depths of my mind. And it was true. I wanted this! I wanted this man’s big, hard cock in me. I wanted to be a woman, being fucked by a man – I wanted to be a woman! At least for right now. At least for today.

  Tomorrow could take care of itself.

  Covering my moment of hesitancy by reaching inside of my purse and pulling out a condom wrapper, I ripped the shiny little wafer open and pulled out the rolled up latex sheath inside. With… slightly-less trembling hands, I grabbed hold of the big guy’s cock again and batted my eyelashes up at him, leaning up and kissing him passionately on the lips as I rolled the condom down over the length of his cock. “Mmmm… sorry. Almost forgot something,” I murmured to the giant who was holding my ass and hips in his hands. He groaned against my lips but kissed me back, just as passionately, pushing his cock against my hands as I finished applying protection to his massive member.

  Then, still panting, and groaning between breaths as I crushed my mouth against my big beau’s in our kiss, I guided his large, straining shaft back between my thighs again, brushed the latex covered head of his manhood against the wet lips of my womanhood (I gasped loudly at that moment of contact, believe me), and then eased my wet, achingly empty pussy down, onto his shaft, and impaled myself with it.

  “MMMMMMMPHHHH!” I whimpered even more loudly as the lips of my new womanhood parted for the big, round head of his cock. The feeling of his manhood stretching my pussy lips wide and pushing into me, between them, made me yank my mouth away from my lover’s and moan, loud and lowly, my jaw hanging open in a mixture of shock and physically overwhelming pleasure as my new vagina took him into me.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh—!” I couldn’t believe this! My whole body was trembling again, but with pulse-pounding pleasure this time, instead of anxious nerves and fear. I was being penetrated! His cock was pushing up inside of me! Pleasure like I had never known or even imagined before was rippling through my small, slender-yet-curvy female body as I rode his thick, huge shaft slowly down towards the base of his cock, gravity, and my impressive new pelvic, hip, and ass muscles drove my wet, no-longer-quite-so-empty-womanhood down onto his phallus. I took my sweet time with letting him inside of me, feeling every throbbing vein of his manhood as it rubbed against the hyper-sensitized walls and ridges of my freshly-stamped vagina, and I luxuriated in every nipple-tightening, clit-quivering, heart-poundingly delicious moment of it. My moans were wild with the pleasure I was feeling, and I threw my head back, raining my mahogany locks down on the seat and handles of the bike beneath me, so that I could get more air into my heaving, panting chest. My breasts, and my nipples, ached and throbbed so much from the physical pleasure that I was feeling that with no prompting from my lover whatsoever I groaned, reached up to my chest with two shaking hands, unbuttoned my blouse, and pulled my tight sports bra up over the mounds of my breasts so that I could get at them with my hands, cupping and caressing them for even further-heightened pleasure.

  “Unnnnhhhhhh…” I groaned again – well, we groaned together, really – as my all-but-soppingly wet pussy slid the last inch or so down the shaft of his vagina, until every inch of him was buried up inside my new, feminine emptiness—which was not really an emptiness, anymore. I was still gasping sporadically – with every new shift or movement he made inside of me, every time one of his throbbing veins or the rim of the head of his cock dragged against one of the delightfully erogenous spots inside my new, hidden treasure box. I also still moaning, with wild abandon. I had felt, and could still feel, my new vagina stretching and widening all around his advancing cock as I rode down onto him, as I took him inside of me, and every stretch, every shift of my new womanly depths made me wriggle and whimper with delight. And now that he was all the way inside me! with his latex-covered head bumping up against the rear wall and cervix of my pussy, I felt so perfectly, magically filled – ecstatically filled! The aching yearning was gone, and now there was this warm, potently-heady feeling of sated pleasure washing over my body as my womanhood stretched and contracted and relaxed – accommodating his big, thick, meaty cock inside of me in a way that I simply could not have comprehended thirty-seconds ago. It felt… right. It felt… wonderful, and amazing, and like something – something to do with my new girl-biology was… complete, or made whole by having his cock inside of me. Like maybe this was the optimal state of being for me, for us. Like maybe we were made to fit together in this way, and if we could just stay here like this, forever, everything would be alright, and everything would be okay, and life would just be… great—

  And then he pulled back, groaning again, rolling his hips away from my crotch, pulling his perfectly-fit penis almost all the way back out of me again – to the loud, groaning sounds of protest that were pouring out of my mouth – then slammed it back into me again, thrusting it up into my raw, sensitive, wet depths so quickly and so suddenly that my pleasure-flooded brain was taken utterly by surprise.

  “AHHHHHHHHHH—!” I cried out, beautiful blue eyes flying wide. I was overwhelmed by the unexpected tsunami of pleasure that shot through my whole body when his cock rammed its way back up inside of me. All those veiny, thick inches of pleasure that I had savored every last sensation of when he first slipped up and into me, they all hit me at once this time, and like a pulse of pleasure, it exploded all over and all through me. My legs went weak and wobbly, like wet noodles. “OHHHH—FUCK—!” I cried out, my hands dropping away from my chest as I suddenly scrambled to hold onto my bike, lest his next thrust completely knock my legs out from under me and I slid off the bike and slammed my newly-girlified bare ass onto the dirt-caked concrete below.

  Before I could recover from the first thrust, he started pulling out again, and this time – even though I knew what to expect (my senses and thoughts were coming back to me again, after my brief sojourn in well-isn’t-this-wonderful? land a few moments earlier) – the avalanche of pleasure that slammed into me when he rammed his thick, gigantic cock back up inside of me was still sufficient to make me cry out, and my whole body seized reflexively in response. My hips jerked and twitched against him, as my body instinctually reacted to pull him even further inside of me, to pull the source of pleasure deeper within. I cried out again – “Ahhhhh!” – and then drove my h
ips down on his, wriggling my womanhood down on his cock and squeezing my pelvis muscles around his shaft – not out of any intentional plan, exactly, so much as just because it felt like the right thing to do. And boy, was it ever. The sensation of my pussy tightening around his cock, even as he started to pull out of me again, made us both cry out, and when he thrust back in again, my back arched as a spasm of unbridled sensual pleasure arced up through my spine and into my new tits, tightening my new nipples so intensely that they almost HURT.

  I needed his hands on them, I suddenly realized.

  “MMmmrrrrrmmmmmm…” I wuffed out a breath and whimpered, dropping my head back some more and panting wildly as I drove my hips down on his cock again. Beneath me, my arms were beginning to tremble, but I held onto my seat and to my handle bars, keeping my leverage as I rolled my hips down into his thrusts and shuddered, moaning, with the pleasure. “My breasts,” I gasped, loudly, hoarsely, arching my chest up and pushing my bouncing, bare breasts up towards his face. “Please touch them. Suck on them. Pinch my nipples – ahhhhh! – fuck I don’t care, just fucking do something with them, please…!”

  My lover obliged, without any further encouragement on my part. While he held onto my ass with his left hand, his right hand gripped my breast on that side of my body and roughly squeezed it, eliciting a guttural moan from me. Then his face buried itself between the pair of my breasts and kissed its way across to the other heaving, dark and engorged summit, wrapping his lips around my nipple and alternating between passionately sucking on it, and biting at it, or nibbling at it, or even licking around the base of my nipple. That produced an even more enthusiastic response:

  “Ahhhh-AHHHHHH!” My spine arched again, and my hips jerked and bucked fitfully in response to the attentions he was paying to my chest. My hot, wet pussy rode the rock iron rod of his masculinity more assertively and aggressively with every thrust of his cock and every roll of my hips back down onto it. Werewoman had blessed me with a body that was every bit as lithe and flexible as those of the most athletically gifted young women I’d ever been with, and I was taking full advantage of my new flexibility to let my hips, and my willing womanhood, roll and buck and grind down onto my lover’s hips and his phallic spear with more confidence and assertiveness every second that passed.

  “Uhhhhnnnnhhh—! Uhhhnnnnnhhh—!” I moaned when my big man thrust his hard cock into me, or when I drove my pussy down onto him again after one of his withdrawals, the veins and bulb of his cockshead thrumming through the sensitive, wet, gripping walls and ridges of my vagina each time he entered me. I whimpered – “Mmmmmmphhh! MmmmMMMMPHH!” – every time he ground his penis against the rear wall of my womanhood and then began to pull out of me again; feeling his cock pull out of my sucking, gripping wet pussy again was almost as sexy and erotic a feeling as being penetrated by it, and I even started getting in on it, rolling my hips back and away from him whenever he started to withdraw, to sharpen the sensation of his departure, heightening the pleasurable shock for both of us before our crotches smashed together once again. I panted and groaned whenever he palmed or squeezed one of my big, soft breasts in his rough, meaty hands, gasped and arched my back whenever he pinched or bit down on one of my nipples, and whined long and loudly each time he sucked on them instead.

  And through it all, I was in sensually-erotic fucking heaven – quite literally. My first instance of sex as a woman was such an incredibly sensual erotic experience, and so wildly different from anything that I’d ever experienced as a man, that it was almost transcendent. For one thing, there was my own, very female body to experience, while having sex with a man in it. Not only was there the fantastic but unfamiliar sensation of having a wet, achingly empty orifice between my thighs, at the base of my pelvis, where one had never been before, a new, sexy, erotic, tingling and throbbing passage that was continually being filled and stretched and then emptied and then filled and stretched again in the most pleasure-punctuating, erotic way, again and again, over and over, but my whole body – a very different, much curvier and jigglier body than the one I’d possessed a little under two hours ago – quivered and shook and jiggled a little bit with every thrust of his hips and every responding grind and roll of my own. My butt was pretty firmly planted on the seat of my bike, but my thighs jiggled a little bit when he thrust, and every spike of pleasure that shot through my girlish body made them quiver with passion, and my breasts quivered and bounced on my chest, in my lover’s hands and against his mouth, and my hair snapped and bounced and swayed behind my back each time my head rolled forward, or fell back again, or snapped back up with an anguished cry of ecstasy. And each of those sensations was enjoyable in and of themselves!

  Plus, as a woman, every time my big man thrust into me, or I ground my wet pussy down on his shaft, or he bit down on my nipple, or whatever – I felt that sensation throughout the whole of my body. As a man, sex had been such a focused, intense affair, as if the whole world narrowed to what was directly before my eyes, the vagina that my cock was pumping in and out of, the breasts or hips or ass beneath my hands in that exact moment – I could never have felt what my toes were feeling, or my shoulders, or my elbows… but as a woman, while having sex as a woman, I felt every inch of my whole, feminine body coming alive every moment of every thrust, all the time! Whenever my lover bit down on one of my nipples, I felt that sexy shock race all the way down my spine and through the depths of my vagina, pulsing through my clit and down into my legs – it even made my toes curl. Whenever he thrust into me again, that power punch of pleasure made my nipples ache, and my arms quiver, and my elbows tighten, and my head snap back. And finally – and I wasn’t sure just then if it was the size of my big guy’s cock, or the skill with which he used it, or a surplus of sensitivity that was baked into my female body by Werewoman, or what – every time my big guy’s penis slammed home, I felt it in my clit as well.

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  “Uhhhnnnnnhhhh—! Uhhhnnnnnhhhh—! …OHHHH—! …MMMmmmphhh! MmmmMMMMPHH!” My vocalizations of pleasure continued, and, indeed, only grew throatier and more frantic as my big, powerful lover continued to slam his hard, thick cock into my wet, willing womanhood, and as I continued to grind my soaking wet pussy down onto his tower of manhood in return. We’d been going at it for several minutes already, and to be fair, at least one of us (ahem, ME) had gotten something of a head start (what with the super sexy transformation that left me all sensitized and turned on down there even before I hopped on my vibraty-crotch rocket, with all of its pleasant vibrations, and before I let a hot, handsome stranger chase me out of the city on his own bike), but I was still somewhat surprised when, after a particularly forceful thrust of his cock that I felt all the way up inside the upper depths of my vagina, a shuddering series of erotic, quaking sensations began to ripple through me, starting within my womanhood but radiating all the way across my entire feminine form.

  “Ahhhhhh—! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!!!” I knew what I was feeling. It was the second time I’d felt something like this – this sensation of my body quickly running up towards the edge of a sensual cliff before being blown off the edge by a thunderbolt of pleasure and mercilessly dropped into the orgasmic tidal waves below: I was about to have my second female orgasm, ever – and the first one that I’d obtained through sex. The first orgasm, of course, had come at the culmination of my transformation from man into woman. The blossoming of my new womanly sexual organs had concluded my first metamorphosis from male to female with an explosion of erotic sensation that had overwhelmed me, but what I was feeling hovering before me now, as my body began trembling and seizing and panting and moaning uncontrollably, bucking my hips against my lover’s cock so quickly that he no longer had time to pull out all the way anymore, seemed easily like it would dwarf my experience from earlier in the day, which was both an exciting and a slightly intimidating prospect.

  It was coming soon. I was cumming, soon. But before I did so, before I gave into the throbbing, pulsing sensations of overwhe
lming pleasure that were ripping through me, tightening my nipples like corkscrews and roiling through my limbs with toe-curling intensity, I wanted to feel something else first. I wanted to feel my man cum inside of me.

  “I’m – UNNNHHH! – so – AHHH! – close!” I lifted my head back up and gasped down into the chiseled, determined face of the man upon whose cock my new womanhood was now impaled, and as he pulled his lips away from my red, raw nipples of my breasts (while leaving one hand gripped around my right breast for the moment, squeezing it and occasionally flicking one rough thumb against my sensitive nipple), I glanced down at our locked, bucking hips as my flat, smooth pelvis and wet, sticky mound ground down onto his cock with a single-minded furor.

  I looked up at my man now as he straightened himself up into a standing position once more, which altered the angle at which his cock rode its way into my vagina, which only made me moan insistently once more, “But – MMMMPPPHHH!” I wriggled as another tendril of orgasmic pleasure lashed through me, wrapping around my core and pulling me closer to the edge of that cliff, “I – NNNGGG—AHH! I wanna… feel you cum – OHHHH! – inside me, first – AHHHH!”

  “You got it, Bebé,” my big, handsome lover grinned savagely at me, pulling his right hand off of my breast and gripping my hips and ass firmly in both hands. “Best hang on tight, though.”

  “Uhhhnnnnhhh!” I took his advice, gripping his big, powerful forearms for support as he set his feet on the ground and then began what I can only describe as piledriving his big, thick, meaty cock into me.