A New Girl

My eyes drifted down to my new vagina. It felt so soft underneath my fingers, and even though I was still freezing I could barely control myself as I began stroking my pussy with long fingers. Moaning slightly, already, I moved over to the shower. Turning it on, I carried on stroking myself while the warm water cascaded over me. I threw my head back and squeezed my tits. I was more turned on than I had ever been, and the sound of my own voice rising in delicate joy was only fuelling my arousal.

"Hi, Louise," he said behind me. I turned round, my hands carrying me so close to climax. I could only moan softly, unable to control myself, as Jamie stepped up above me and kissed me. Despite myself, I found myself kissing him back, and then to my complete surprise I stopped feeling myself and began scrabbling at the fly of his jeans. He made a small sound of pleasure, and his own hand descended to continue what I had started. His fingers were so sure, and felt so much bigger than my own did. He was rougher than I had been, but my only thought was how good it felt to be tilting my head back, exploring his mouth with my tongue. Our teeth bumped together; I was so desperate to fall into him. His other hand snaked down my back, tracing the line of my spine until he reached my ass. He squeezed, hard, and I immediately slid down his body to where his dick was hanging out of his fly, half-erect.

I wrapped my lips around it, still in the throes of climax, immediately started moving my mouth up and down his shaft. It was almost a subconscious reaction, to rock back and forth while using my fingers to bring myself to climax. His hand clutched and released in my hair, soaking wet. I could barely hear him speaking to me over the sound of my own arousal. I couldn't have stopped finger-fucking myself if I'd tried, and my questing fingers were delving deep inside my new pussy. Every time they brushed my clit I would go tense, then relax instantly, my pussy lips tensing around my fingers.