Nymphomania Part 2

Part 2
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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.