Loading...One of my secret fantasies that I’ve never told anyone is my desire to live one day as a woman so that I can know what it’s really like to have lesbian sex. It’s such an enormous frustration to have this desire for woman-on-woman contact and be forever denied a truly immersive role. While a man may join two women in sexual play, he can never be one of them and must always be only an observer of that special connection between two women, never a participant. And so I present this little tale wherein my ultimate fantasy is realized…
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“Mmm, that’s it, lover… oh, lick my clit, I’m going to come… don’t stop… please don’t stop!”
I watched as the hot, slutty blonde arched her back high and climaxed hard, squealing and moaning her delight as her sultry brunette lover sucked and licked hungrily at her pussy. When she was finally spent, the two women held and kissed each other tenderly, letting their tongues and lips caress while they held one another’s naked bodies in a hot picture of lesbian lust.
The scene faded to black, and the credits began to roll. I switched off the TV with a sigh of resignation and tossed aside a tube sock which was, regrettably, still perfectly fit to wear. Eighty minutes of lesbian porn had just utterly failed to get me off. Instead of exciting me as it once did, the sight of two women fucking each other had become a source of unassailable frustration. I glared accusingly at my semi-erect cock, knowing that as long as I possessed such an appendage, my thirst for lesbian love – the real, true experience – could never be satisfied.
I had tried what I could, starting at a young age with Penthouse magazines and then renting or buying videos as soon as I was old enough to do so. The advent of the Internet in my early twenties expanded my lesbian porn collection considerably, and after several years I had amassed over a hundred thousand images and at least eight hundred video clips (my favorites were the few that I found which showed lesbian sex from the first-person perspective of one of the two women involved). As time went on, I discovered the two-on-one lapdance, and that more often than not the girls would let you touch them, so I began to fuel my fantasies with actual experience. Finally, I reached the pinnacle when I had my first real threesome with a couple of hired escorts.
And that was as far as I could go. I knew I had hit a brick wall, and could never really have actual lesbian sex.
Of course, I never told anyone about this unquenchable need. I knew that it would be misunderstood, and that anyone would assume that I was a transsexual or something. That wasn’t it at all! I simply wanted to fully indulge myself in my favorite fantasy, and know what a woman felt when she made love to another woman. I considered some pretty wild schemes, like hiring a whore and asking her to treat me like a woman (which sounded pretty stupid to me), or cross-dressing and putting on makeup so I could at least kiss another girl and pretend to be one myself (which sounded even stupider). I started going into sex chatrooms and assuming a woman’s role, having lesbian cybersex with other people who were probably also lying about their identity, but that got old pretty fast.
I had pretty much accepted the idea that my role in a lesbian sexcapade would be always limited to that of an observer until one very strange night when I woke up to the shock of my life.
Let me clarify that for a moment – to this day, I’m not 100% certain that I really woke up. I’d been feeling out of sorts that day and so went to bed at about 6:00 PM. My sleep had been plagued by strange dreams, some of them erotic, some just plain surreal. I know that something happened that night between midnight and four AM, but it’s entirely possible that I was hallucinating the key elements. Since I didn’t take any pictures or talk to anyone I know, it’ll always remain a mystery.
I didn’t know what had happened at first, just that I awoke with a curious new overall sensation that didn’t go away. I didn’t feel sick any more, but there was something definitely not right; a heaviness in my chest, a slight weakness, and when I swung my legs to the floor the bed seemed like it had gotten two inches higher during the night.
I rubbed my eyes and stepped carefully through the dark to the bathroom, only to find a naked woman in there with me.
I jumped back, nearly stumbling over the tub and falling flat on my ass. The realization that I’d seen a reflection made me look around to see where this strange woman was, and when my hair whipped me in the face I just about lost my head. Somehow, I kept from screaming out loud.
Struggling to my feet, I slapped my hand on the lightswitch and stared at the astonished, undeniably feminine face that looked back at me from the mirror.
The strangeness of what I saw was beyond description. It was me, no doubt about it. The same eyes, and the same skin tone and hair color. My face was a bit slimmer and more delicate, but it was my face – even the little scar on my chin was still there, though the stubble I’d gone to bed with wasn’t. My hair had inexplicably grown from a 1/2-inch buzzcut to flowing waves that reached the middle of my back.
I noticed all these details shortly after I got over the idea of the C-cups attached to my chest.
They were nice, no doubt about it. Round and firm, with wide pink nipples. I touched them and they were real. My hands traveled down my body, feeling a waist that had grown slimmer, hips that had become wider, legs that were smooth as silk. And between my legs…
No doubt about it – Johnson was gone. I didn’t yet dare to touch what had taken his place, but there was no denying what the mirror told me, especially since it was shaved smooth.
Oddly enough, once the panic of my initial reaction faded, I found myself calm and collected. If I had awakened and found a large bruise on my shoulder or something, I would have been more agitated than I was to find myself gender-switched. Perhaps it was simply that my brain had no idea what to do with a situation like this one.
I came to several decisions at once.
One was that I would definitely not wake up my wife. If I had gone insane and was imagining this, I somehow didn’t want it confirmed. If it was real, she would absolutely freak out in much the same way I probably would if she suddenly became a man, and that wouldn’t do either of us any good.
Two was that I was not going to just go back to sleep. There was every possibility that I’d been given the chance of a lifetime, the opportunity to see things from a previously unknowable perspective, and I was damned if I would give it up.
Three was that a previously impossible fantasy had come within my reach.
I raided my wife’s wardrobe for anything I could wear, my own clothes having become both too large and too masculine. I was a good fourteen inches taller than my wife as a man; my transformation seemed to have shortened me by about half that amount. Fortunately, we seemed to have the same waist size, and in a few minutes I was dressed in a pair of her shorts, one of my own T-shirts tied off at the waist, and some sandals that were too large for her and too small for me. The bra I was forced to go without, but my new breasts felt firm enough to hold their own without support.
Speaking of which, the novelty of having my own breasts proved too fascinating to just pass over. I spent a minute or so holding and stroking them, squeezing gently, and enjoying the greater sensitivity of my new nipples. It was a self-indulgent moment, but it taught me a few things about breasts that I suppose only direct experience can show. My gender-switch was proving usefully educational almost from moment one. After only a few minutes, I gained enormous insight on how to properly pleasure a woman through her tits.
I tried to tie back my hair but proved hopeless at it, and in the end just brushed it and let it hang loose. Makeup was also a problem. I had seen my wife apply it to herself hundreds of times, but there’s a world of difference between seeing it done and doing it. Fortunately, her skin tone varies with the season, and I was able to find a base shade that matched me among her discards. I cringed away from the mascera but managed to apply eyeshadow and a brush of blush. The lips were no difficulty, and I took the liberty of using a bright red gloss that I had given her some time ago. In the end, I managed to do a presentable job, and I looked good enough for a night on the town.
It had been just about midnight when I’d awakened, and by the time I was done getting ready to go out it was getting close to one o’clock. I borrowed a purse from my wife, stuffed it with my hidden cash stash (which I used for buying porn and taking to titty bars) and left the house quietly. I noticed with some amusement that my nipples hardened in the night air and that it felt really good. I thought about what it would be like to have a pretty woman suck them, and felt a new sensation between my legs, a tingling that was nothing like the surge of a growing hard-on but more like a pleasant itch that needed massaging.
Since my clothes weren’t exactly appropriate garb for a decent strip club or even a private “modeling studio”, I had no choice but to put in a little shopping time. At one in the morning, my choice of venues were somewhat limited. I went to Wal-Mart.
The store was nearly empty, but still open. I didn’t have the slightest idea what size I was apart from the fact that my wife’s shorts fit me, but after a few try-ons and a little help from a measuring tape, I found a decent pair of black slacks, some low heels that I could walk in without risking my neck, and a black sleeveless silk shirt that showed some decent cleavage. I changed in the ladies’ room (I very nearly went into the men’s room by mistake!).
My secret stash of money was the result of months of putting away a bit here and there, but when would I find a better opportunity to spend it all? I decided to give myself a full evening of sexual fun, and to start with a strip club I had been to twice as a man, a medium-high-class little place called “Treasures”.
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“Welcome to Treasures, Miss,” the valet said to me as he opened my door. “Are you meeting someone here?”
“I’m on my own tonight,” I replied. My eyes widened slightly at the sound of my own voice – it was the first time I’d spoken since awakening in my new form, and I was startled at the higher, more liquid tone.
The valet seemed not to notice my disorientation, and expressed no surprise over the idea of a woman coming alone to a strip club. “Well, I hope you enjoy yourself,” he said with a smile. “Here’s your ticket.”
I took the slip and headed inside, feeling a little lightheaded as I considered what was about to happen. I was a woman going out for entertainment in the form of other sexy women. At the moment I stepped through the doors to the club, I entered my ultimate fantasy at long last.
I was a lesbian.
The girl at the front smiled at me, and I felt weak in the knees. “Hi, welcome to Treasures!” she said brightly. “We don’t charge a cover for women. Go on in, have a great time!”
“I intend to,” I replied, and entered the club.
I felt caught up in the atmosphere almost immediately, as the darkened room and the mixed scent of perfume, beer, and a touch of sweat wafted over me. The crowd was fairly sparse, and the girls were mingling about but there were plenty who hadn’t hooked up with lapdances or such. I suddenly realized that I could easily be mistaken for one of them – not by the girls themselves, as I was sure they knew who they worked with, but by one of the men. I wasn’t sure how I would handle being propositioned by a guy.
Feeling rather self-conscious as only a woman in a traditionally man’s place can, I made my way to the main stage and sat down to watch the nubile young girl sex her way around the catwalk, spinning on the poles and shaking her assets. She caught my eye and smiled, and when I pulled out a dollar she came over my way.
“Hi, how are you tonight?” asked the smiling, pretty naked girl as she crouched down in front of me, her knees apart and her breasts bare before me.
“Feeling great,” I answered, and I felt the tingling in between my legs again as I heard my own feminine voice and hers trading flirts. “You’re a very sexy girl, you know.”
“Thank you!” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I take it you like pretty girls?”
“Mm-hm,” I replied, slipping the dollar into her panties.
“Well, I’ll be watching for you later, then. Thanks!” She gave me a few close-up bump-and-grinds, and then stood up to dance some more.
I felt ready to try a lapdance, my first as a woman, and so left my seat by the stage and took one further back. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was approached by one of the girls, and sure enough I waited only a few minutes.
“Hi sweetie! Were you looking for some company tonight?”
I looked up, and saw a petite Asian girl, in a red tight-fitting dress and gloves, with chopsticks pinning up her hair. I considered for a moment, but decided she wasn’t what I wanted. “I’m just enjoying the show,” I said with a smile.
She smiled back, and moved on to her next potential customer. A moment later a hot waitress came by for my drink order, and I asked for a peppermint schnapps – I definitely needed something to quiet my nerves! It felt strange to be so excited and turned on, but not to feel that twisting member hardening in my pants. All I felt was a constant tingling, something that demanded touching. It was a constant effort not to give in and start stroking myself.
Suddenly, before I really knew what was happening, a cute brunette came up to me and pecked a quick kiss on my cheek. She smiled easily and looked into my eyes. “Hi there,” she said.
“Hi yourself,” I replied, a bit taken aback but excited by her forward attitude.
“You’re really pretty, can I sit with you for a bit?”
I liked her style more and more. “Sure,” I said. “Pull up a chair.”
“I’ll take this one,” she said as she lowered herself into my lap. This girl definitely kept me off-balance! “I’m Susie, what’s your name?”
“Michelle,” I said, picking the first thing that came into my head.
“It’s great to see you here tonight, Michelle. I really like performing for another woman, it’s so erotic.”
“I agree,” I said, getting more excited by the moment over my first real lesbian encounter.
Susie was a brunette with nice, long curly hair, and a scattering a cute freckles across her face. That and her playful demeanor made her seem young and sexy without being slutty, and I could tell she had a nice body. She was wearing a simple little black dress, a contrast to the more exotic costumes a lot of the other girls wore. Her kiss still lingered on my cheek, and I wondered if she might be willing to kiss or be kissed anywhere else…
“So, have you ever been here before?” Susie asked.
How to answer that one? “No,” I decided. “Actually, this is my first time in a place like this.”
“Really?” she said, an eyebrow raised. “Well, I’ll have to be extra good to you, then. I don’t think I’ve ever given a woman her first lapdance before… I’d love to show you how much fun it can be.”
Susie enhanced the offer by giving me a free peek at her breast, pulling down her dress so that I could see the nipple and stroking the bare skin with her fingertips. My own breasts seemed to grow warm with excitement as I thought of touching her, maybe even kissing her.
“Lead the way,” I said, my voice a bit husky with anticipation.
She gave me a dazzling smile and another kiss on the cheek, and we went hand in hand over to the other side of the club, where it was much darker and packed tightly with high-backed sofas. I had been back there before, but never as “Michelle”. I felt the eyes of the men on me, momentarily distracted from their own “dancing partners”, as they realized that there would be some girl-on-girl action happening right nearby.
“I’d like a really out-of-the-way spot,” I said. “I don’t want these guys watching.”
“Don’t worry, sweetie, I have a favorite corner. No one will see.”
Susie brought me back through the maze of sofas to the furthest one from the stage, and I immediately claimed it as my favorite as well. It faced the wall and was oriented such that no one could look around the side. It was also directly under one of the dim recessed lights, making it a little brighter than the others. It was perfect.
I sat down and Susie sat with me, her legs across my lap. “We’ll wait for the next song to get started,” she said. “So, are you into guys too, or just girls?”
“Girls only,” I said. “But, I think any woman in your company would probably say that.”
“Stop it!” she said playfully. “You’re making me all embarassed. So, what made you come in tonight?”
“Well… let’s just say I had a sudden opportunity to indulge in a little fantasy fulfillment.”
“Which fantasies are those?” she asked with a smile and narrowed eyes.
How could I possibly explain? After all, there was no way she would believe that I’d been a woman for only a little over an hour. “I’ve always wanted to go somewhere where I could be surrounded by pretty girls and have then come up to me and invite me to make out,” I improvised. “It’s hard for me to take the initiative, since I never know if the woman I want is into it too.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you came here then,” Susie said. “Because I’m definitely into it, baby.”
A thrill ran through me as the next song began and Susie advanced on me, putting a leg over my lap and straddling me. A simple hook between her breasts came undone at the touch of her slender fingers, and her lovely tits emerged, full and soft with enticing nipples barely darker than her surrounding skin. A slight shrug let the dress fall from her shoulders and bared her to the waist.
She gyrated to the music, rocking in circles in my lap and tossing her hair slightly this way and that. Her deep brown eyes stayed locked on mine, and I liked that; it made it feel as though she were really into it. I put my hands on her waist and felt her move, enjoying the soft and smooth feel of her skin and the warmth of her body.
Suddenly she leaned into me and touched her lips to mine.
An electric shock seemed to run through me, firing up my entire body and tingling every las nerve ending. She slipped her tongue between her lips and I accepted it, caressing her with mine in return. Nothing had ever turned me on so much as my first real lesbian kiss, the feel of my soft and feminine lips against hers. It was all I could do to maintain control and not surrender completely to that moment of passion, forgetting that I wasn’t alone in a bed with a lover but in a strip club with a private dancer.
“I think you like that,” she whispered through lips that still caressed my own.
“Yes,” I breathed, unable to say more.
“I like it too,” she said, and I felt her smile. She kissed me some more, letting her tongue slide deep into my mouth, and then I felt her breasts press against… my own.
Again I felt myself nearly overcome with arousal as I felt this new sensation that I had seen and imagined so many times, but never known. I wished we could both be naked together, lying back on a soft bed instead of this sofa, alone instead of surrounded by people. When Susie pulled up and raised her breasts to my lips, I did what came naturally, licking the nipples into my mouth and sucking gently on the delicious little buds. When she pulled back for a moment, I saw a perfect kiss-mark left behind on her right breast, and it gave me a new surge of excitement.
The way I was becoming aroused was as new to me as everything else. I was used to feeling intense power in my cock, a need to thrust and penetrate, and a rush of blood to my face that was probably one of the reasons why I so enjoyed deep kissing. My new body felt the rush all over, and when Susie touched me it was like waves of fresh excitement spreading from those points throughout my whole body. The desires that came with a throbbing cock were gone; in their place was a need to embrace and welcome my lover into me, to put both arms and legs around her and draw her inside. It was an intense struggle to keep from giving in to these new and powerful desires, and maintain the decorum necessary in the place I was.
Susie pulled away for a moment and turned around to give me an eyeful of her pleasantly round bottom, fully revealed in her thong panties, and while I enjoyed the feel of it I’ve never been overly excited by a woman’s rear. When she sat in my lap and leaned back into me, inviting me to rub her tits from behind, I whispered, “You have a great ass, but I like the front of a woman better.”
“Do you really?” she smiled as she gyrated in my lap. “Maybe you’d like a little tit-to-tit action?”
“Mm-hm,” I agreed.
She turned around and unbuttoned my blouse, smiling even wider when she realized I didn’t have a bra on. When the last button was undone, she parted my shirt and leaned into me, pressing her nipples precisely against my own. The shudder of pleasure that ran through me was indescribeable, and for just a moment I thought I saw Susie’s cool professionalism flicker as she felt a similar rush. She leaned in even closer and moaned quietly in my ear, licking it gently and fleetingly before bringing her lips around to kiss me again. I felt myself building toward what might have been a climax, though as a woman I’d never felt such a thing.
Suddenly, tragically, she pulled away from me. “Would you like some more?” she asked. “I feel like we’re just getting started here.”
I realized that the song had come to an end, and that Susie was graciously reminding me that to go further would add to my bill. I desperately wanted more, but if this was to be my only night as a woman, I also wanted to get the experience with as many partners as I could. “I think I could use a break,” I said, the words not coming easily.
“Are you sure?” she pressed, cupping her breasts in both hands as if offering them to me.
“I intend to be here for a while tonight,” I said with a smile. “My money needs to last.”
“Well, if you insist,” she said, not losing her smile for a moment. She pulled her dress back up and hid her breasts from me once more, and gave me a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. “I hope I see you out there when it’s my turn to dance,” she said, and left to go find her next customer.
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I had to take a moment to collect myself, and get my own blouse buttoned back up. When I stood, I felt an undeniable wetness between my legs, and it excited me even further. My face felt flushed and my knees were weak; I found myself wondering if a place like this had a ladies’ room where I could freshen up.
Back in a seat up from the stage, I ordered another peppermint schnapps from the waitress that came by next and drained it in a shot when she returned. The liquor calmed my nerves but did nothing to soothe my desire – rather, it loosened me up and made me feel even hotter for sex. I looked over the girls who wandered about the room or hung around by the bar, trying to decide if I had the nerve to make the first move. I had always had this problem in a strip club, unable to shake the feeling that the girls were just out of my league, never mind that they would all be receptive once cash was involved (had I tipped Susie? I must have, but I couldn’t remember). Of course, some of them might not be willing to perform for another woman, but I knew that at least I’d be let down easy and that whoever it was would probably find me someone else who would be willing.
I turned away two ladies who approached me, one because she was just too flat-chested and another because she looked to be in her late thirties and I was in the mood for younger girls. Of course, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with a thirty or forty-year-old woman; they can be and often are incredibly sexy. It just wasn’t what I wanted right then, and the advantage to a place like Treasures is that you get to pick and choose at will. Experiencing the pleasures of lesbian sex for the first time made me feel virginal, and I wanted young women so I could pretend that I was younger too.
Eventually, I chose a very tall girl in high heels that made her even taller. Her name was Leslie, and she was dressed in something that reminded me of a “fembot” outfit, with silver bands across her breasts and waist, and a matching mini-skirt. I found that she wasn’t quite as outgoing as Susie, preferring not to kiss deeply or get too close, and in addition her breasts were enhanced. I had never felt fake boobs before, and they just felt wrong, so in the end I didn’t get nearly as much of a thrill out of her as Susie. Still, she was fun, and she left me with my state of excitement still running on high.
The next girl I approached wasn’t into performing for women, and I was thinking of moving on. I was on my way out the door when two fine-looking ladies stepped into my path.
At Treasures, some of the girls will “dress up” in costume, creating the image of a cheerleader, or a nurse, or a fembot like Leslie, or something like that. The hotties in front of me had gone for costumes. One was a Latina girl with dark hair and green eyes wearing a full French Maid’s outfit, with the little white apron and fishnet stockings. The other was a blue-eyed blonde, dressed in classic schoolgirl with the shirt tied instead of buttoned. They both looked hot.
“Hi there,” the blonde said with a smile. “Want to see something?”
I had an idea what was coming, but it still gave me a rush when the girls turned to each other and tongue-kissed in front of me. After only a moment they parted, but the pretty blonde kept her hand on her partner’s breast, massaging it slightly through the thin satin.
“We like each other, and we like you,” the maid said. “I’m Elena, this is Shana. Would you like to go play with us?”
I’d had double-girl lapdances before, but of course, never as a woman myself. It took me less than half a second to make up my mind. “I’d like that a lot,” I said.
“I’m a bit thirsty,” Shana said with a pout. “Maybe you could get me a glass of wine?”
I’d been burned by the $50 drink before, and so I said, “That’s not what I had in mind, ladies. I mean, I’d love to spend the next three songs alone with the two of you, but I was also thinking it would be a lot of fun to check out the lingerie studio around the corner.”
They weren’t stupid – they knew that I was essentially giving them a friendly ultimatum. “Oh, trust me, we’re much hotter than anyone you’ll find over there,” Elena said. “Maybe you could give us another chance to show you? Besides, they’ll just hustle you.”
“Yeah, you don’t want to go there,” Shana insisted.
I felt I’d made my point. I didn’t really like all this bargaining and dealing, though, and I decided that after I’d had some fun with Elena and Shana I probably would head to a flat-rate modeling studio I knew of. “Shall we, then?” I accepted, taking their hands and letting them lead me into the darkened corner once again.
Susie’s favorite sofa was unoccupied, and so I found myself back in the place of a recent happy memory, this time with two girls alongside me. We sat together and waited for the current song to end so they could start dancing at the start of the next number.
“I hope you don’t mind my asking for a drink,” Shana said. “We like to help out the waitresses, they deserve their tips too.”
“Don’t worry, I make it a habit to be generous with them,” I said. “I know they don’t always get appreciated. But I’d rather spend my money on you girls then on the drinks.”
“If you don’t mind my saying so, you’re not like most women we see in here,” Elena said. “Most of them are kind of intimidated, seeing as this is kind of a place geared for men. You seem a lot more relaxed. Have you been here before?”
“Not as a woman,” I blurted out.
That raised an eyebrow on both sides.
Oops, I thought. Bluff it out. “I mean, in the past I’ve dressed as a man when I come here, and since I never had a lapdance while dressed in drag, no one ever knew. Tonight is the first time I’ve been here like this.” I felt a certain satisfaction in that everything I said was true.
“Oh, you don’t have to be embarrassed about coming in as yourself,” Shana assured me. “We get women in here all the time. Some of them even say they’re straight; they just want to know why their guys find this all so fascinating.”
“I like women better,” Elena said. “Women are so soft and sexy, and I loved to be touched by another girl. I always approach the women here for a dance, and whenever Shana and I work together we try to team up. Have you ever been with two girls before?”
I couldn’t think of a clever way to bend the truth and still give the real answer, so I lied this time. “No,” I replied. “You’ll be my first.”
“This is going to be so much fun,” Shana said with a seductive smile.
Right at that moment, the next song started up. The girls got up and got started right away, pulling my legs apart and straddling each knee. Having my legs spread wide made me feel vulnerable and exposed in a way that it never had done to me as a man, and excited me right at the beginning.
Shana and Elena didn’t disappoint, allowing me a good view as they embraced and kissed deeply before my eyes. As they kissed they undressed each other at the top, Elena pulling apart the loose knot that held Shana’s shirt together, and Shana pulling the lacy black-and-white top from Elena’s bosom and stretching it down and over her nipples. I wanted them to have no illusions about my desire to participate, and so unbuttoned my own blouse as they involved themselves with each other for my pleasure. My tits (I still hadn’t gotten used to having my tits) came into the open with hardening nipples that ached for the warm wetness of soft lips and a moist tongue.
The girls looked at me and saw that I was matching their striptease item for item, and Shana gasped with a hand to her mouth. “Wow,” she whispered, “you have really nice boobs!”
“Mm, they do look delicious,” Elena said, and lowered herself to the one nearest her. As Shana followed suit, I realized that in this night of fantasy fulfillment I was about to experience yet another hopeless desire, that of having two women suck at my tits at the same time.
Then suddenly I was living the fantasy, feeling two sets of soft, wet lips caressing my nipples, tongues licking in circles around the hardening buds, each girl quietly moaning as they gave me more than twice the pleasure. I looked down and saw them gazing hungrily up at me over the soft roundness of my own breasts, and caught a glimpse of Elena reaching down between my wide-spread legs an instant before I felt a burst of fire that seemed to burn all the way through me.
“I think your pussy’s wet,” she whispered around the nipple she held gently in her teeth.
“My… my pussy?” I asked, bewildered from the new sensations and a haze of lust.
“Let me touch, I want to feel it too,” Shana begged as her hand joined Elena’s and rubbed me through the thin cloth that covered my sex. “Ooh, she is wet. She must be very excited…”
“Touch our bodies,” Elena invited me as she straightened up in my lap and Shana came up beside her. I saw four lovely breasts all in a row, the inside pair – one from each of them – pressed together, close to my mouth. I kissed both nipples at the same time while my hands touched their other tits, indulging myself with these sexy, uninhibited girls.
Soon Shana lowered her lips down with mine and we shared Elena’s tit between us, licking her nipple and each other’s tongues while the pretty Latina maid moaned and sighed with pleasure. Shana’s hands felt for my breasts, gently stroking and squeezing them, and I returned the favor with one hand on her tit and the other on Elena’s firm bottom, reaching up under her little black skirt to massage her bare flesh.
“Can we take her home with us, Elena?” Shana whispered. “She’s so hot, I want to feel her all over me…”
“Let her lick your titties,” Elena suggested. “She has such a nice tongue!”
Shana leaned in and kissed me again, sucking my tongue into her mouth. “Mmm…” she purred. “That is a nice tongue. Would you like to lick my tits?”
“I want to kiss you both first,” I whispered, barely able to find my voice. The girls pulled me into a three-way embrace and we put lips and tongues together in my favorite kind of kiss. They felt my tits and my body with their soft, slender hands while I touched them in return, and all the while I got hotter and hotter, my pussy wetter and wetter.
I had finally come to terms with the idea of “my pussy”, something that had seemed too strange to deal with at first but had become impossible to ignore. My clit ached to be tickled and rubbed, my cunt longed for penetration. But I didn’t want a man or a cock; my preferences hadn’t changed that far. I wanted a woman’s tongue, a woman’s hand, a woman’s touch.
I couldn’t tell whose hand it was that first slipped inside my pants, unfastening the button at the waist and sliding the zipper down to reveal my naked sex. I had worn no panties, and so nothing lay between me and the fingertip that found my clit –
– and sent a wild shock through me!
I held back a cry of pleasure only by pulling back and clenching down my teeth. Shana and Elena looked momentarily concerned, but soon realized that I had simply been overcome, and they smiled at each other knowingly. Another hand slipped into my pants and began slow, even strokes up and down my pussy lips, and while they touched me the girls kissed each other passionately, licking tongues and sucking lips, deep and hard, making me hot, making me… making me… come!
The first wave of climactic pleasure hit me like the slap of warm water after a long dive into a pool, submerging me and invading all my senses. I felt it everywhere, throughout my entire body, not just where they touched me. A hand gently touched my lips and I realized I was moaning, and I managed to quiet myself though for the moment I didn’t care if the whole world heard me. Wet lips and tongues kissed my mouth from both sides once again, and I felt a second wave, stronger but less focused than the first, spreading from my lips outward. In the tiny remaining rational corner of my mind, I knew it was the multiple orgasm, something I had only heard about until that moment. I might have gone on forever, lost in ecstacy like that, but my girls pulled their hands away at last and the climax faded, leaving a pleasant afterglow.
“Wow,” Elena whispered, genuinely impressed. “I wish I had orgasms like that. I’d never leave the damn house!”
“That was really intense,” Shana agreed. “You must have needed that one badly.”
“Mm-hm,” I agreed. “I guess we need to wrap it up now, huh?”
“Are you sure you want to quit now?” Elena asked. “I’d love to try and take you there again. Maybe we could get a bottle of bubbly and head to the champagne room together. I know another girl who’d love to join us, if you like redheads.”
I was tempted, but I still had one more adventure I wanted to try and I knew I could easily lose track of time again given the right stimulation. I certainly didn’t want to end up with charges on my credit card, especially since it likely still had my real name. “Thanks, girls, but I think I need a breather,” I said.
“I don’t honestly blame you,” Shana admitted as she tied her shirt back on.
* * * * *
I left Treasures behind me after taking ten minutes to recompose myself as much as I could, my head reeling from the wild ride I’d just had in my first female orgasm. I had always heard that women could come more intensely then men – now I knew! I began to genuinely wonder if I wanted to go back when the night was through, but something about this night felt like a temporary situation – like driving a really nice rental car or sleeping in a soft and ultimately comfortable hotel bed. As wonderful as it felt, I knew it couldn’t last.
Soon I was calmed down enough to drive, and I headed further into the city, on the road to Trixie’s, a private modeling studio I’d visited once before. Up until this night, it had been my most memorable sexcapade, a half-hour-long threesome with a hot blonde Barbie doll and a sexy raven-haired gothic slut. They hadn’t let me fuck them but I had come twice anyway, and at the time I’d felt like I could have given each of them another shot if they’d opened their legs for my cock. Now, of course, that wasn’t an issue.
On the way over, I considered whether I wanted to go one-on-one or try another threesome. Both sounded appealing in different ways, and in the end I decided to go for the triple dip. I could always let one of them watch if I felt like getting it on with a single girl at a time. As far as what kind of woman she would be, I would have to wait until I got there, but Elena had put the idea of a redhead into my imagination so I hoped I would find one who was willing.
I pulled into the parking lot behind Trixie’s and turned off the car, grateful for having made it. I checked the time and realized that I had more than I’d thought; it was still only three-thirty. Might I be able to go for an hour instead of just a half? It would bankrupt my stash, but when would I ever get this kind of opportunity again?
Before going inside, I took a moment to check my makeup. It had become rather smudged by my encounter with Shana and Elena, and I did my best to fix it. I could see that the hunger in my own eyes hadn’t diminished a bit (not that I needed the visual cue to tell me that), and though I wasn’t floating on cloud nine at the moment I was still definitely turned on. As a man, I knew that after an orgasm like I’d just had I would be entirely satisfied; as a woman, it seemed that the game went on until I was ready to stop. And I wasn’t ready yet!
* * * * *
“Hi, welcome to Trixie’s,” said the smiling brunette behind the counter. “How are you tonight?”
“Well, to be honest, it’s been quite an evening,” I said truthfully, “and I thought that an hour spent here would be a perfect wrap-up.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” she said, her smile growing wider. “So, you wanted to do a double session, then?”
“In more ways than one,” I replied, feeling bold. “I’d like to do an hour-long two-girl show, if that’s possible.”
“That’s great!” the girl enthused. “Have you been here before?”
“It was a long time ago,” I said, not entirely truthfully. “Can you tell me who’s available right now?”
“Take a look at our wall,” she said, pointing to the left.
I saw that there were only four girls this time instead of the dozen who had been here before. Not really surprising, as the previous visit had been at about nine in the evening, and here it was after three AM. Still, the girls were as hot as I’d remembered from the previous visit. “Are they all open to the idea of doing a girl-girl show?” I asked.
“Well, Betty’s never done it before, but she’s busy right now anyway. The rest of us are open to it and we’re all comfortable with each other.”
My face went warm as I enjoyed the idea of any of the women I saw making love to each other. With only three options to pick from, I chose pretty quickly. “Selena, is she ready to go?”
“Uh-huh. Who else would you like to see?”
I turned back to the counter. “You’re very pretty,” I said. “What’s your name?”
“Thanks! I’m Katie.”
“I would love to have you join us, Katie.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she winked. “You’re really pretty too, you know. What’s your name?”
“Michelle.”
“Come on back, Michelle. We’ll get started.”
I hadn’t had a lot of “private modeling” sessions, but I knew the drill well enough that Katie’s instructions didn’t come as any surprise: get undressed (she used the euphamism “birthday suit”), sit down on the towel on the chair, and wait for her to return. I did so and found I was excited about the very idea of her seeing me au naturel, something that as a man I’d never experienced. I even posed just a little on the chair, arching my back slightly and letting my tits thrust forward a bit.
Katie came back in after a few minutes. She was a hot little number, with long and straight black hair that fell to the middle of her back, pale skin and dark eyes, and red lips that twitched in an adorable smirk when she smiled. She wore a black string bikini top and denim shorts cut way too high, black stockings and high heels.
“So,” she said, noticing that I was posing for her, “tell me a little about what you like.”
I went into a few details about my turn-ons and such, which she and Selena would soon follow to the letter. “And as much as I like your outfit,” I concluded, “I wonder if you might have… a nurse’s uniform back there somewhere?”
“I think we can manage that,” Katie said. “Just stay comfortable for a bit, and we’ll be right back.”
I stayed, but I definitely couldn’t relax and get comfortable. All the hot making out at the club had made me hungry for more and more, and having orgasms as a woman seemed to make me hornier instead of satisfying me. I hoped that being able to relax and fully indulge myself in two beautiful girls for a whole hour would give me a proper climax and close to the evening, because it was starting to feel like I’d just be horny forever. I wondered if it had to do with my new body; as a man, there would be a physical limit to how much I could perform, but as a woman, there was no reason why I might not have sex until the end of time and love every minute of it – at least that was how I felt at the time. I’m sure that not all women feel that way, but I think any of them might if they were given a chance to fulfill their ultimate fantasies multiple times in a given evening.
The lights dimmed slightly, and sensuous music drifted into the air. I took a deep breath and watched the door for my hostesses.
Katie came in first, sweetly dressed in a high-skirted candy-stripe nurse’s uniform, complete with the little white hat. She winked and blew a kiss at me, then turned to the door to welcome her partner.
Selena appeared, and I saw that in person she was even hotter than her picture. Her wavy red hair reached just past her shoulders, and her lovely green eyes sparkled enticingly. She was slightly taller than Katie, as tall as me in her red heels. In keeping with my chosen theme, she wore a white doctor’s coat barely long enough to keep me from knowing whether she wore panties or not.
I had told Katie that I wanted them to begin by pretending I wasn’t there, and to simply put on a show where they focused on each other, so after a brief smile and wink in my direction Selena turned to Katie. Part of the show was to involve a little role-playing, and I was looking forward to what they might come up with.
“Do you know why I’ve called you to my office, Nurse Katie?” Selena asked.
“No, Doctor,” Katie replied. She wasn’t quite as good an actress as her partner, and had to stifle a giggle. I didn’t mind – it made her look more nervous and excited, and that excited me.
“It seems you’ve been very naughty with the patients,” Selena said, circling around Katie and looking up and down her body. “We can’t have that, you know.”
“I just want to make them feel better,” Katie said.
“I think,” Selena said as she moved close in front of Katie and tipped her chin up with her hand, “that you’re more interested in helping yourself than helping the patients. It is my professional medical opinion that you have a hyperactive libedo coupled with a considerable inhibition deficiency and nymphomaniacal tendencies.”
Katie looked shocked. “Wh-what does that mean, Doctor?”
“It means that you’re a little fuck-slut, Nurse Katie.”
Katie giggled again. “What can I do about it, Doctor?”
Selena brushed back Katie’s hair and let her hands travel down to the brunette’s waist. “I prescribe intensive therapy, nurse. We’ll just have to make sure that naughty libedo is satisfied before you interact with any of our patients.”
It was rather silly, of course, but I loved it all the same. I reached down to stroke myself and couldn’t help but be momentarily surprised once again at what I didn’t find between my legs. I felt a new rush of excitement as I gently began to stroke my pussy, and a further rush when Selena leaned in and momentarily kissed Katie’s lips.
“Um, shouldn’t a male doctor be assigned to my case?” Katie asked, feigning nervousness and uncertainty.
“I intend to handle this personally, Nurse Katie,” Selena replied. “Obviously you aren’t being completely satisfied by men, or you wouldn’t be fucking four or five of our patients each day. So, it seems it’s up to me to tame your tiger.”
Katie shivered and gasped as Selena’s hand drifted between her legs. “Oh Doctor, I hope you can help me, but I’ve never been with a woman before…”
That was one of my ideas. I had always been excited by the idea of a woman’s first time with another woman. I think that most men who have girl-on-girl fantasies like to imagine that every woman is a potential lesbian, and that they only need to try each other to discover how hot it can be. It’s bogus, sure, but it’s fun to think about!
Katie was certainly “learning” how hot sapphic sex could be, as Selena unbuttoned her cute candy-striped blouse and pushed it apart to expose a pair of firm, round tits in a sheer red bra. Tossing her hair aside to give me the best view, Selena leaned in close and ran her tongue up Katie’s neck, inspiring a soft moan from the brunette. For a moment Selena’s tongue lingered on Katie’s earlobe, then traced back down her neck to lick her around the lips. Katie moaned louder and let her own tongue emerge to touch her lover’s. Soon, the two hot women were kissing deeply and passionately, in the way I liked best, their lips parting occasionally to show that both women were thrusting tongues in each other’s mouth, their hands wandering over one another’s bodies and lingering over the breasts.
My own fingers grew slick and wet as I pet my own naked pussy, enjoying the show they gave me and the idea of getting myself off in front of them. I felt uninhibited and free in a way that I never really did as a man, and I loved spreading my legs wide to touch myself, and the feel of my own breasts as I rubbed and squeezed them.
“How do you feel now?” Selena asked Katie.
“I’m so excited,” Katie replied in a whisper. “You were right, Doctor… I need a woman. But I don’t know how!”
“I can show you,” Selena said. “Come with me, I have someone here for you.”
Selena put out a hand for me and I reached out with trembling fingers to take it, ready to join these lovely girls. She stood behind me and put me between herself and Katie, cupping my breasts in her hands. I continued to stroke my pussy lips, intensely turned on by our game and by the women I played with.
“This is Michelle,” Selena purred as she stroked my body. “She likes to fuck pretty sluts like you, and she’s really hot for pussy. I want you to kiss her like a lover.”
Katie smiled and brought her lips up to mine, eagerly pushing her tongue into my mouth. She tasted like strawberry candy, and she kissed with an enthusiasm and vigor that gave me warm chills. Selena put her anrs around both of us to pull all three of our bodies together, and I found myself sandwiched between two pretty and sexy girls, one exploring my mouth with a questing tongue, the other whispering hotly in my ear.
“…that’s right, kiss her deep… feel her body… make her want you…”
Eventually, Katie let me up for air, and Selena released Katie from our embrace. She reclined on the chair where I had been before and unbuttoned her coat. She parted it just enough so that her nipples were left covered, but I could see that she had a nice, large set of tits, something the coat had hidden before. She spread her legs wide and revealed that she was wearing panties, but they were so tiny as to almost not be there; her pink lips actually showed on either side, and a bit of red curls emerged over the top.
“Sit with me,” Selena invited. “Nurse Katie wants to dance for you.”
I sat between her legs and let Selena ease me back into her lap until I lay with my neck between her breasts. She wrapped her legs on top of mine and pulled me in a bit closer, then laid her hands on my shoulders and began a slow, gentle massage.
Katie smiled and began to gyrate to the soft music that filled the room, opening her bra clasp in the front and pulling to one side until it came all the way off. Her tits were only about hand-sized, smaller than mine and (from what I could tell) much smaller than the jugs on Selena’s chest, but they stood up as if gravity weren’t a concern and the nipples were a beautiful dark red. As she danced, Katie moistened her fingertips and rubbed her nipples to hardness, and as she did so I felt Selena’s wet fingers do the same to me.
“Come and lick Michelle’s nipples, Nurse Katie,” Selena commanded.
“Of course, Doctor,” Katie replied, crouching down and then crawling up my body until her face was level with my breasts. Her wet tongue licked long and slow over my right breast, then again, and again, until on the fourth stroke she put her lips around my nipple and sucked the little bud into her mouth. I reached down and felt her breasts with my hands, cupping them gently and rubbing the nipples in circles with my palms to keep them hard and excited. I wanted to put my legs around Katie and pull her body close to me, but Selena’s legs on top of mine held me back.
Katie kissed not only my nipples but all around both my tits, licking them wet and glistening from nipples to cleavage. Then she slid up my body and rubbed her tits into mine, the slippery sensation between us making me hot with pleasure and hungry for more. Her tongue back in my mouth kept my moans quiet and muffled.
“That’s enough of that, now, Nurse,” Selena admonished gently. “Tits are wonderful, but she needs your pussy too. Show her the rest of your body.”
“Show me,” I urged her.
Katie’s skirt slipped down her legs and revealed sheer red panties that left little to the imagination. She danced for me some more while Selena rubbed her hands all over my body, stroking my breasts and my thighs, easing my legs further and further apart. I wanted to touch either or both of them in return, feel the soft feminine flesh before my eyes, but they teased me instead and I loved it. I loved that I knew it was a tease with a purpose, that these two women would make good on their advances and make love to me.
Finally, Katie dropped her panties and showed me her sex. Her lips were deliciously pink against creamy white thighs, her bush trimmed to a little heart. She wasted no time in giving me the closest possible look, climbing up the chair and spreading over my face. Resting between Selena’s warm and firm tits, with Katie’s succulent flower above me, I felt like I’d reached heaven.
“She wants you to taste her,” Selena whispered. “Go on… give her your tongue…”
Her sweet pussy lowered toward me as I raised to meet her, and I felt moist lips touch my mouth. My tongue slipped into her pussy and licked upward toward her clit, savoring her honey and making her moan with heat. I loved licking clit for a woman who appreciated it (my wife didn’t) and Katie definitely looked like she was getting off. Either she was a fine actress or she really enjoyed her work, either of which was good with me.
After I had indulged myself in her for a long moment, Katie stepped down and offered a hand to pull me up. I rose from Selena’s lap and Katie sat down on mine, with her legs around my waist. Our breasts came together as we kissed, her tongue licking around my mouth to taste her own secretions, and as I lay back into the chair with Katie on top of me I noticed that Selena was no longer there.
Katie moved down my body and began to kiss and nuzzle my tits, and when she did I saw that Selena was standing in front of us, ready to strip down while Katie sucked my nipples and licked into my cleavage. When I felt Katie’s hand moving up my thigh I spread my legs to invite her higher.
Selena didn’t waste time, whipping her coat open to show me her beautifully large and classically shaped breasts. Enticing tan lines made her tits stand out in alabaster with wide, pink nipples that needed badly to be sucked. Her white coat dropped to the floor as Selena launched into an erotic dance, whipping her beautiful red hair around and feeling her body all over with both hands. Her hand slid between her legs and stroked her clit through her tiny panties just as Katie touched me in the same place, and I reflexively arched my back and moaned with the sudden wave of pleasure.
“Nurse Katie told me you like big titties, Michelle,” Selena said to me. “Do you like mine?”
“Mm-hm,” I replied.
Selena knelt on the end of the chair, between my wide-spread legs. “Want to come feel them?”
Katie helped me up so that I could touch Selena’s magnificent breasts. I took them in both hands and gently squeezed, caressing lightly and watching her nipples grow hard with excitement. I kissed one and then the other, leaving them wet so they would harden even more. When I went back to the first one, I found Katie already there, and we licked Selena’s breast together, our tongues sliding against each other while we tickled her nipple. After a moment, I felt Selena’s hand on her own breast, and she lifted it gently so that she could use her own tongue as well as ours, and soon the three of us were deeply engaged in the three-way kiss that I loved so much. Our breasts pressed together between us, and a pair of delicate hands, one from each of my lovers, reached between my legs to stroke my sex.
“You’re going to make me come,” I whispered through the wet lips and tongues that caressed my mouth.
“I want you to come,” Selena whispered back.
“Please, do it,” Katie urged me.
I felt the rush of climax once again, burning through my whole body, warm and wet and divine. The girls didn’t let up for a moment but rather increased their fervor, kissing deeper, rubbing harder, making me come again and again until at last I fell back, unable to hold myself upright any longer. Through half-closed eyes, I saw the two girls continue to deep-kiss each other as they slowed and lightened their mutual touch on my pussy, until at last they broke apart and lay down on either side of me, breathing hard as if they had climaxed as well.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Katie asked me.
“Mmm, you’re a naughty little slut just like Nurse Katie,” Selena chided. “You like it when we fuck you, I know you do.”
“And when you kiss me,” I whispered, unable to get enough of the fabulous sensation of two hot girls kissing me together. Their lips joined mine again, and we spent a happy few moments feeling each other’s tongues slide together, feeling our moist lips kiss and suck, our bodies in close embrace.
“We still have lots of time, you know,” Katie said to me. She licked one finger and smiled, adding, “Mmm… your pussy tastes good. I’d really like to lick your clit, if you’ll let me.”
“I want to lick your pussy too,” Selena begged. “Can we do it together, please?”
“Y-yes,” I breathed.
“That’s our girl,” Selena smiled. “Come on, Katie, let’s show our new lover what we can really do.”
Both girls kissed my lips again, first one at a time and then together, and I felt their bodies pull away from me. I kept my eyes closed and let them do to me whatever they needed. Slender hands eased my thighs apart, and then I felt Katie’s long hair touch my breasts from above. I realized that she was lowering herself onto me in a classic sixty-nine position, and felt a thrill of fresh excitement that I would experience this ultimate lesbian embrace. Soon her body rested in full on mine, her legs open above my lips. But it was not her tongue that I felt touch my pussy first. For a moment I was aware of only a pleasant warmth and softness between my legs, but when a hard bud stroked against my clit, I realized that what I felt was Selena’s breast.
“Mm, yeah, fuck her with your tits,” Katie’s voice said. “That’s so hot, I – oh!”
My tongue stroked across Katie’s pussy, startling her. After a moment, I felt her relax again, her face lowered between my legs, and I felt her lips on my clit. For the first time, a woman kissed my pussy, and then I felt it for the second time as Selena’s tongue joined Katy’s. I couldn’t help it – I gasped loudly and let out a groan as the two women licked my sex. I also felt a new need, one that I had never experienced before but that consumed me now, the need to be penetrated, the need to feel one of these pretty girls inside me.
My hands, which had been caressing Katie’s tits, moved up around her thighs and pulled her closer to me. Then I stopped for a moment to lick my finger instead of her clit, and after a moment’s hesitation I slipped the moistened digit carefully inside her.
“Oh, she’s fucking me, Selena!” Katie hissed through clenched teeth.
“Do you love it, you slut?”
“Yes, it feels so good!”
“Do you think she wants it?”
“Give it to her, bitch! Fuck her good!”
I steeled myself for Selena’s invasion, not knowing what to expect, wondering if they knew that I was essentially a virgin. Her wet finger slid down between my pussy lips, I tensed, and then I felt her slowly begin to push inside me.
“She’s so tight,” Selena whispered. “My God, she’s perfect!”
I barely heard her. What I felt was something I had never imagined. To be taken by someone like this, to feel her in me, was indescribeable. It was like a deep kiss, a questing tongue between my lips, only in a place that made every nerve in my body catch fire. I spread my legs wider to invite her in deeper, and felt her thrust all the way inside me. For just a moment it hurt, and I clenched my hands around Katie’s thighs, but then the pain faded, and as Selena slid back and forth inside of me I felt only the wonderful pleasure of being a woman in lust.
“Fuck me…” I breathed. “Please fuck me!”
“I am inside you, and I am fucking you,” Selena whispered.
Between Selena’s thrusting hand and Katie’s questing tongue, it wasn’t long before they had me climaxing again. this time it was like an explosion in my pussy, deep inside me, and I moaned out my pleasure with my tongue in Katie’s cunt. When I was finished, Katie lifted herself off of me and Selena climbed up my body to lie on top of me, her huge breasts pushing pleasantly into my chest, her lips seeking my kiss. Her legs were spread around me this time, and I instinctively rocked my hips upward to try and fuck her.
“Oh, is that what you want now?” Selena asked. “Damn, you never stop, do you? I’m glad there are two of us here to serve you, I think you’d wear me out on my own!”
I wasn’t sure what she meant, but then Katie helped me up so that Selena’s legs and mine were scissored together, our pussies close to each other. With a little scooch on the chair, Selena brought us into contact, and I felt her wet sex on mine.
“Now we can fuck each other,” she whispered. “Come on, you sexy slut, let’s make each other come good!”
We began to rub our clits together, back and forth, up and down, slipping against each other’s pussy in a wet and wild ride. Selena’s big tits bouced as she rode me, and when she moaned and rubbed them I could tell that she really loved this, that it was getting her hot for real. Katie reappeared between us and began to suck my tits again, then Selena’s, and then she pulled all our lips together to feel the three-way lesbian kiss again…
I heard a bell, one that I had been warned would signal the end of the hour.
“Don’t you dare stop, you bitch,” Selena hissed. “I’m going to come, keep fucking me!”
Her words made me hotter than ever, as I realized this was no longer an act for her, that she really wanted it bad. I leaned into her and sucked her tongue into my mouth as I grinded my cunt into hers, feeling her tense just as I reached my final peak, and the two of us came together.
After a long moment, and a longer kiss, I turned to see that Katie had backed away from us and fingered herself to her own orgasm. I reached out to touch her, and she joined our kiss for the last time.
“You,” said Selena as she tried to catch her breath, “can come back any time.”
“Definitely,” Katie replied.
As with all good things, our love-making came to an end, as Selena pulled away from me and she and Katie gathered up their costumes, leaving me to dress.
* * * * *
I drove home in a fog, exhausted and exhilerated, my mind still filled with the lovely images of erotic women making love to me and each other. I knew I had just lived a night like no man ever had before, and I might never again. My head was spinning and reeling so much that I was surprised to arrive back in my neighborhood without having driven off the road.
I made one brief stop by the Wal-Mart where I had purchased my clothes, where I slipped them off and tossed them into a donation bin in the parking lot. I certainly didn’t want to try and explain to my wife why there were women’s clothes in our house that weren’t hers!
When I pulled up into my garage, the sky was just beginning to turn a deep blue from the coming dawn. I crept quietly inside my house and put everything back where I had found it, trying to make it look as though I’d never been gone. I then scrubbed the makeup off my face and flushed the wipes. I left no evidence.
I climbed back into bed naked as I always sleep, and my wife rolled toward me. For an instant her hand brushed my tit, and I shuddered with the excitement of the touch and dread that she would awaken and find me as I was (oddly, the idea that I might still be a woman when we both woke up in the morning never occurred to me – I knew without even thinking about it that I would be changing back).
“I had a dream,” she mumbled in her sleep.
“What was it?” I whispered, disguising my feminine voice.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” she breathed.
I dared to lean over and kiss her lips, enjnoying my final lesbian kiss with the woman I loved. Her familiar lips felt wonderful, and despite my exhaustion I wanted to take her then and make slow, deep, passionate love to her, show her what I had learned about how a woman feels and how incredible it can be when two women (or three) embrace each other as lovers. But I knew it was impossible.
“That was nice,” she whispered as our lips parted. “One more?”
I gladly obliged her.
* * * * *
When I woke the next morning, the first thing I did was reach for the usual morning woodrow, and I found it. My Y-chromosomes had been restored, and I was myself again. I got up and looked in the mirror, just to confirm everything completely. It was me all right, looking a little more tired than usual but the same man I’d been the previous day.
Naturally, the next thing I did was look for evidence of my nightly sexcapade, but I found nothing convincing. I couldn’t swear that my car keys weren’t exactly where I’d left them, and I had no idea what the mileage on my vehicle had been the night before. I had been very careful to put my wife’s clothes and makeup back exactly as I had found them, so there were no clues there. I thought about checking my cash stash, but oddly I couldn’t actually remember how much had been in there before, nor could I definitely recall having given any money to anyone during my wild night. My wife didn’t remember our kiss when I had come home, or her dream the previous night except that it had been, in her words, “pretty naughty”.
Could I have dreamed the whole thing? If so, it had been the most intense dream I’d ever had, for the experiences still felt absolutely real. Besides, I knew I had had several orgasms and the sheets were dry.
Perhaps I’d awakened in the night, gone out to the strip clubs as a man, and something had gone wonky in my head so that I remembered the evening as if I were a woman? It was crazy, but no crazier than the idea that it had really happened.
Or maybe it had been real. Maybe I had become Queen for a Day. Maybe there was some power that really granted my impossible fantasy and made it true.
I suppose I’ll never really know what happened to me that night, if indeed anything did. One thing is for certain, though: I have the memories whether real or false, and those memories are of the most intense and erotic sexual high in my life. I wonder each night as I go to sleep whether it will ever happen again, and I can once again experience that which no man truly can: the ecstasy of lesbian lust.