I remember lying in that hospital bed right after the operation, looking up at the ceiling and just thinking. Feeling as though a crocodile had just gone down on me, I was too nervous even to shift my position for fear of intense agony. Dr. Pitchett had been in only once since I had woken up, to explain a few things to me with the help of his beautiful Thai assistant. I might have been shaken, scared, lost in pain, perhaps regret... but I wasn't. I was at peace, triumphant, having overcome the final obstacle.

The next few months were difficult. Everything was still very tender and getting the stitches out was NOT a very pleasant experience. I still felt like I ought to have hired Steve Irwin to find and hunt down whatever cunnilingus-crazed, many-toothed monster was visiting me nightly- but this was all to be expected. I took the pain killers, I dilated myself, I kept everything clean, I didn't smoke, I went by the book. This was the new me, who I had been all along inside, and I wanted it to be done right. I was proud.

Time passed and I became more and more comfortable with my new "hardware". My correct hardware, rather. I had nothing more than a birth defect that had to be corrected by some hormone therapy and surgery. Birth defects were corrected all the time, how was I any different? I began to explore a bit more, touching, feeling, experimenting. I was still pretty numb for several months. I would have brief periods of panic where I thought I might not ever get full feeling down there, but as I explored more, continued to touch, to test, feeling came back gradually. I became addicted to trying to nurse more sensation back into my body, frequently touching myself whenever I had a moment or so alone, just to test the feeling.

I remember the first time it happened... I was on a bus ride from New York City down to Washington, D.C. to visit my old home. Too long, too boring. The damned old bus vibrated something horrible on the highway and my Game Boy and few books had failed me for entertainment so far. I sat with my head resting on the window, bumping against it occasionally as we roared on down I-95. The vibration of my seat had been annoying earlier as I tried to concentrate, but now, with my mind wandering, it became a different kind of distraction.

I found it feeling kind of good, actually. A pleasant humming underneath my seat. I tilted my hips back, spread my legs a little and felt the thrumming against my ass. I almost giggled at myself for being so silly, and straightened back up... but my brain was already working at a more carnal level. I rolled my hips forward a little, the point of my crotch connecting with the vibrating seat came closer to my clit, and so the vibrations became stronger. Mmmmnn... that felt good. I casually knocked my book to the floor and bent doubled over down to reach for it, rolling my hips even more. The seat thrummed underneath me, I could feel the pulses of each tiny bump, coursing up through my body like so many ripples on a pond. Leaning back and closing my eyes, I began to fantasize... a warm, hard cock pressing against my opening, demanding entrance.

My legs spread subconsciously out over the seat as I did, freeing my pussy from the resistance of my thighs closed around it. Blood rushed rapidly between my legs as the vibrations now pulsed through me freely, uninhibited. I let out a tiny little gasp, and feigned sleep as my neighbor turned to see what the noise was. In my mind I was on hands and knees, spreading myself for my unseen lover. I felt the head of his cock sliding through my outer lips, pushing through them, glistening with my moisture. The vibrations continued, pulsing. Thrumming. I felt it now pressing against me again... slipping forward, spreading me apart, open. The tip of it popped inside and with a groan of pure lust I pushed back against that delicious, throbbing cock. I myself was throbbing, aching to touch myself, loving the pure sensation coursing through me as the vibrating seat did its work. I couldn't take it anymore.

I "sleepily" grabbed for the cheap blankets they give you on long bus rides, and covered myself up. The second my crotch was out of sight I made quite a fuss of "getting comfortable" wherein I managed to hike my skirt up, raise my hips in the air slightly, and tug my panties down just enough. I sat back down, the fuzzy fabric of the seat now against my bare ass. I know I couldn't have been able to restrain a grin as I moved my hand closer to my pulsing clit and hungry little pussy. I knew what it was going to feel like, knew what was coming as my hand inched closer- but I just turned my head against the window and smiled, loving the anticipation. I could hear the sound of my fantasy-lover's cock sinking in, spearing through my creamy hole in slow motion. My fingertips grazed ever so softly against my clit and my hips jumped slightly, but I faked a cough and continued. I could feel my puffy lips, swollen with arousal, soft and wet, rolling underneath my fingertips as my fingers pushed their way through them, running up and down my slit. I began pushing back to meet my lover's thrusts, finding a rhythm... my fingers teasing, dipping into my hole just a little, then pulling back out. I wanted to feel a cock inside me, to feel its heat, the combination of hard erection and soft skin moving through my pussy. My head drooped to the side as I begining to feel a powerful tension build up deep within my cunt, tingles were shooting through my body and my hips undulated against my probing fingers on their own accord.

I hazarded a quick glance around the bus, most of the passengers were sleeping, and my neighbor was deeply engrossed in a book. I ached to see my fingers moving in and out of me, but couldn't risk it. My mind was running wildly as I heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the deep guttural grunts and moans of me and my phantom lover as he pounded into me. A little moan came out of my open mouth, I felt a surge building up- something I had not felt since before the operation. It was different this time, I felt as though every muscle in my abdomen was tightening up for my imminent release.

My fingers plunged in and out of my hole rapidly, I could hear the sound of them squishing in and out of me, my heart beating fast. My neighbor glanced over at me, curious, and this time my eyes met his. I stared at him, mouth slightly agape as orgasm washed over me. It felt like a massive wave of pleasure crashing over my whole body and I shuddered, never breaking eye contact with this stranger, ragged breaths escaping my lips. He watched me with a slightly incredulous look, watched climax take me. I watched him, helpless, as wave after crashing wave pulsed through my body, felt my pussy walls contracting and spasming around my fingers. When finally my orgasm subsided, I looked away sheepishly, murmuring a very quiet "Sorry..." and went back to looking out of the window. The man didn't say a thing, just went back to his book.

Back in my home town, a few weeks later, I was going to be facing some old friends for the first time since the operation. I was excited, but a little nervous too. Most people reacted predictably- they tried to appear supportive and open-minded, but I could always sense a little awkwardness. One of the most relieving parts of my return was when I met my friend Seth. Seth and I had been friends since I was 11 and he was 9. We had played with Legos together, weekends of Nintendo and Commadore 64 games. As time went on it became larger social gatherings at times, with beer and pot, but we still had our time together, with video games and sodas, weekends spent just hanging out and having fun. We'd share nearly everything. I remember when I told him about losing my virginity... my "other" virginity. It was with a girl he introduced me to, and he gleefully chided me about every detail of it. I remember laughing uncontrollably when over AIM he told me a girl had "sucked his log" and my watching Chinese friend asked "What's he mean by 'log'?" And finally, hearing about his first time with a girlfriend named Kirby. We were the kind of friends who could pick up right where we left of, no matter how much time had passed in between.

We arranged for me to stay at his place for 5 days while his room mate was out of town vacationing with family. I showed up much the same as I had done in the past. I had my laptop, a few changes of clothes- skirts and tank tops this time, instead of the jeans and T-shirts of before. When the door opened, he greeted me with a nonchalant smile and brief hug- still a 'man hug' as we would call them, one arm around the shoulder and a brisk pat on the back. He was a bit gentler now, and didn't react negatively to me at all.

"Boobs are bigger now... guess you got everything sorted out down below?" he said casually.

"Yep. All up and running, I suppose. So... Smash Brothers?" I asked, unable to restrain a broad smile as I mentioned our favorite game. It was like old times, we easily got into our old patterns, ordered a pizza, playfully expressed our deepest loathing of one another whenever we lost a game. Only the occasional "It's funny hearing your voice higher than mine" or "Don't make me punch you in the boob" worked its way in, but it was all in good fun. He was cool, casual. He was Seth, the same friend I had always known, and I was still the same friend he had always known, just in a different body. The right body. Two empty pizza boxes, several cokes, and a joint for him and cigarette for me later, we were vegging out on the couch, all Nintendo'd out.

"So whats it, uh... how did things turn out down there?" he asked, a little awkwardness there but mostly just friendly curiosity.

"Well, I've pretty much healed up by now and it's all working just fine." I answered, unsure of how far to go with details.

"So have you... you know, done it yet?" He asked, grinning stupidly at me. I threw a pillow at him.

"Nooooo, not yet. It's not like I just would run off and jump in the sack with the first person I met to give it a test-drive or anything." I said, smartly ducking the retaliatory pillow-throw.

"Alright so, but like- you weren't gay before, right? I mean, you never wanted to have sex with a guy as a guy, or at least that's what you told me." He said, obviously struggling a little to wrap his brain around the concept.

"Well, right... I dunno, it's weird. I guess I sorta knew when a guy was hot, and sometimes I thought about guys- but with me being a girl... but I didn't want to have sex, no. Now, though, it's like... I can be me, and I still like girls a lot," (smacked him solidly in the face with the pillow as he raised his eyebrows twice with a "hubba hubba, lesbians!") "...buuuut I think I'd like to at least try it with a guy, you know... I kinda like them more now. Besides, how many people can say they've had sex from both sides?"

"Showoff..." he said, smirking. "So like... how does, er... what does it... does it look normal? Like any regular girl's?" He asked very awkwardly, scratching behind his ear and turning his head to the side.

"Well... from looking at the outside not even a gynecologist could tell the difference." I said truthfully, focusing a bit more on him at this point, watching his body language and reactions. "Do... uh... I mean, I could show you... if you wanted. You know, purely for scientific reasons." I offered. I had no second agenda, I was being honest, I simply guessed he was very curious. I guessed right.

"Er, okay then. I mean I wasn't gonna ask, but I am pretty curious." He said, sitting up now and crossing the room to sit on the couch with me. We were very quiet and avoided eye contact as I pulled my skirt up to my waist.

"No spazzing out or anything, okay?" I demanded. After getting his "okay" I planted my feet on the floor and lifted my hips, sliding my panties down slowly, nervously half-covering myself at first. I settled back down, and pulled them to my knees. I nervously glanced up at Seth, biting my lip with a slightly worried expression. He was looking down with a kind of slight frown.

"Well... from this angle..." he trailed off, and I followed his eyes. You really couldn't see much, with my legs held together at the knees by my panties and the shadow cast by my thighs.

"Oh, right..." I said, and kicked my shoes off, then slid my panties down over one foot so my legs were now free. I lifted them back onto the couch and turned to face Seth, drawing my feet in close and letting my knees sink down out on either side, spreading my thighs wide open and exposing myself, getting a good angle with the light.

"Ahhh..." he said, leaning in and inspecting me, still maintaining a very casual attitude and relaxed body language. He was determined not to make me uncomfortable, a noble act considering I was sitting here with my legs spread wide showing off my pussy rather bluntly. "Not bad... seriously though, that's a good job. It really does look completely normal."

I felt warm and happy, glad he was so accepting, and casually curious. As he studied me a little closer, I felt a slight tingle running through my body, converging between my legs. It was a rather sexual position to be in, and his face was close. My breathing was a little shallow, and I shifted again, lifting a leg up to rest on the back of the couch, and I slowly reached down and spread my outer lips, exposing my clit.

"And that there is the um, crowning achievement." I announced, smiling sheepishly.

"Nice, nice." He said, looking at me in my ridiculous pose, but determinedly keeping a straight face and looking closely to study every detail. He finally took a deep breath and leaned back on the couch. "So like, it all works really good then? I mean... have you cum yet?"

"Yeah... actually, only for the first time a few days ago, coming down here to visit you guys." I said, thinking briefly back to my experience on the bus. I lowered my leg from the back of the couch and rested it out in front of me, my thighs drawing together again, but my bare legs still exposed. I was too lazy to put everything back on, and Seth and I were just so.. comfortable with one another it didn't seem to matter.

"Ah, sweet. So was it good?" He was still so cool and casual, just being the same Seth I knew so well.

"Well duh, it's not like it's gonna feel bad." I responded, chuckling a little.

"Heh, right. So it's working out for you then, cool. Boobs are looking a lot fuller now, I like 'em." he said, his eyes traveling over my body in a very passive, friendly way. "So when do you think you'll finally have sex? You know, with a guy?"

"Well... I suppose whenever I stop being too chicken to date one. You know how it is, like... I'm still used to women, and I guess I'm a little afraid a guy will find out and freak out on me." I said, trying to think what on earth it would be like to get intimate with a man in actuality, not just in my fantasy world.

"Yeah that would totally suck. You should probably wait then, till you're sure you're with a guy who'll understand or be cool about it." He was so earnest, for all his goofy joking around and crude remarks, when it came down to the wire he was an awesome guy.

"But I mean, it sucks you know... trying to find someone like that. I've only had like... 2 little romantic flings with girls since I had my operation, and they didn't last or get too far. I just haven't worked out how to like, date a guy. I could only imagine dating someone like, exactly like me, so that I'd know how to make it not awkward. Someone who could joke about it, you know?" I kicked my panties dangling from my foot off to the side and shifted my weight again so my ass wouldn't go numb, inadvertently exposing a little more of my bared pussy, but only a little.

"Yeah... kinda like us. It's almost creepy how alike we are, even now one of us is a girl!" he laughed at his own joke, turning sideways on the couch so that we were now facing each other.

There was a bit of a pause, and really without thinking about it much before I said it, I kind of blurted out an idea right as it popped into my head.

"Well I mean... we ARE alike... I don't want to creep you out or anything, but if I was going to have sex with a guy for the first time, I'd totally it rather be with you than some random guy I wasn't sure about." I didn't really think of all the implications of what I was saying, it just came out. Seth studied me a bit, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Well, like... I mean, if you really had a strong need to experiment with it... I wouldn't want you to end up with some jackass who would make you feel like shit. I... er, well I guess I'm saying if you need to have sex with a guy, but want to do it with someone you trust, I could er..." his voice trailed off again. The moment was terribly awkward.

"Right." I paused, chewing my bottom lip and considering the situation. "Do... I mean, we could, er... If it wouldn't make you uncomfortable, and if you want to..." I struggled, feeling very stupid and sure that I was not doing a very good job of asking this, so I just came right out with it. "Do you wanna have sex?"

...Silence.

"Yeah. Yeah, we can do that. As long as it's what you really want, and you're okay with it." he said earnestly, really meaning everything. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it wouldn't be just because YOU want it, like... well... I'm a guy, I mean... I'm not gonna lie and say I don't want to try it with you."

"Okay..." I said very quietly, and looked Seth in the eyes. He met my gaze, and we just watched each other for a while, two old best friends, one male, one now female- just having consented to sex. As that thought passed through my mind, I felt blood rushing between my legs, little tingles rippled through me and the hairs on my neck prickled slightly. "Let's go to the bed, I suppose."

Seth followed, and we didn't share any words as we made it to his bedroom. I sat down on the bed, my skirt covering me up, but panties still left behind in the living room. He sat down next to me and stretched out, trying to seem casual but obviously every bit as trepidatious as me.

"How should we start? I'm uh... well, I dunno." he asked meekly, at a loss for words apparently. I scooted a bit closer to him, and took his hand in mine. Feeling stupid, I lifted it to my chest and placed it on my boob, giving an encouraging squeeze.

"Well there's always this approach." I offered. I could tell I found a good way to break the ice- he grinned broadly, and lifted his other hand to my free breast, giving each a gentle squeeze. He started massaging them softly as he spoke.

"You know I kinda wanted to try this. They feel awesome, too. Glad you decided to keep 'em natural." he said, grinning. It felt really nice, actually. I had always thought girls just let guys play with their boobs because guys love them so much, but I was discovering there was more to it than that. I felt my nipples stiffen under his fingertips.

"Mmmnn, you know, now I get what the big deal with boobs is, from both sides. Here, hang on a sec." I said, lifting my arms up over my head. Following my lead, Seth lifted my shirt up and off my body, tossing it to the side. He looked at me, now only wearing a skirt and bra.

"Pasty white as ever." He said, grinning. I punched him on the arm.

"Lean back, noob." I said as he fumbled with the clasp on my bra. He complied, propping some pillows up against the headboard of the bed to lean against. I reached behind my back and undid my bra, letting my breasts swing free. They weren't large... but a nice, solid B cup. I was rather proud of them. I straddled Seth's waist and sat facing him.

"Here, now try." I said, offering both exposed breasts to his hands again, pulling my hair to the side to get it out of the way. His hands were surprisingly smooth. They slid slowly up my stomach and lightly across the soft skin of my breasts, caressing gently. He was rather good at this, I thought to myself. His fingers slid on either side of my nipples and gently pinched together, rolling them to hardened little nubs. I let out a gentle moan.

"They really are awesome, I love them." he reiterated, absorbed in feeling me up. I took his arms by the wrists and pulled them away gently, leaning forward and arching my back, so that my boobs were now hanging in front of his face. I cupped his hand underneath one and let my nipple drag across his lips. He responded on instinct, his tongue coming out to encircle my nipple and flick over it a few times. I felt warm lips wrap around as much of my breast as was possible, and then the most exquisite sensation as he sucked my tit into his mouth, letting the nipple lead the way between his gently grazing teeth. The suction felt divine, and I let out a contented sigh, tilting my head back and pressing my chest forward to seek more of of this pleasurable contact. His free hand came up and began massaging my lonely breast, and after a while he switched, taking care to flick his tongue over the nipples or pinch them softly, the slick surface of his tongue licking at my puffy araeola, tasting me.

I eventually pulled away and looked down at him. My pink, hard little nipples jutted out and made my boobs pronounced, I liked the way it looked.

"Well you seem to enjoy that enough." I purred, playfully winking at him. He grinned back. "So I hope it had an effect on you?" I said hopefully, reaching down between my legs and running a hand up his thigh. It felt REALLY weird to be touching my best friend like this, but my body was on fire, it demanded more. It demanded what I now felt- a semi-hard erection through his pants.

"Er, you know I kind of have trouble if I'm nervous, you know... like, usually I drink a little first. But I know you don't like drinking." He said lamely, looking ashamed. I already knew this, though, from all the conversations we had had before about his sex life. I really didn't care, but as I reached down to undo his fly, I felt the strangest conflict in my head between what was gay, straight, right, wrong, gross, kinky, everything. I shut my screaming mind up and tugged his pants and boxers down to his knees, then edged back so he could remove them. He did look a little silly laying there with a slight erection and only a shirt on. Struggling once again against my inhibitions and preconceived notions of sexuality, I wrapped my hand around his penis. It was so warm, and Seth just had his eyes shut, breathing shallow. I lowered myself to the mattress... my mind raged at me as my head drew closer... and I wrapped my lips around the soft head of his cock.

It wasn't all THAT bad, I thought. I swirled my tongue around the head, licking underneath the rim of the hat. I kind of liked the taste, even. I didn't know it would even have a taste. I then sank my head down, enveloping his cock with my mouth completely and tugging back on his foreskin, exposing more of his bare tip. He groaned slightly and I felt his cock grow in my mouth. I sucked gently, tongue swirling around his tasty flesh, and pulled my head back slightly, then slid forward again. It was fun, the warm skin felt nice sliding through my mouth, and I really liked the taste. I found a steady rhythm, stroking the base of his cock with my hand while I sucked on it, letting the shaft pass through my lips. Pretty soon he was rock hard, and when I started flicking my tongue along the underside, right where the shaft meets the head, he had to stop me. I very reluctantly freed him from my warm mouth and licked the inside of my cheek where his cock had been rubbing against moments before, tasting him still. I looked down at him, and knew he couldn't find the words to say.

"Er, right... so maybe if we just cant see it..." I offered, correctly judging his facial expressions. He seemed determined not to look at his dick or me touching it. I got back up and straddled him again, flipping my skirt over his crotch to hide everything from view. My heart was pounding furiously in my chest, I was so incredibly nervous. My pussy was radiating heat, though, and I couldn't deny it. Seth was shaking slightly, trying not to look at me directly, but trying to appear calm. I raised myself up, reached down between my legs...

I found his erection, still hard as steel, and wrapped my hand around the base, aiming him upwards. I felt the warm head press against my outer lips. I moved it back and forth, rubbing him in my folds. He was holding his breath. I positioned him right at my hole, and took a deep breath...

I sank down slowly. Seth's cock began to push up into my body, neither of us were breathing. It kind of hurt, he was only about two thirds of the way in, but there was this pressure. I momentarily began to panic. His face looked discomforted, it was hurting him a little, too. I shifted my hips forward.

His cock popped gently free from the pressure of the bad angle, and we both sighed out in awe and amazement as I sank the rest of the way down onto his cock. I could hear it spearing through the creamy folds of my pussy. I had to bite back a giggle as I thought how similar it sounded to stirring Velveta. I focused instead on the sensations now coursing through my body, which were phenomenal. So soft yet so warm, igniting every inch of my inner walls with pure blazing ecstasy. When my hips met his, I rested there for a moment, and we looked at each other, both of our mouths slightly open, breathing heavily. I lifted myself oh-so slowly, feeling him slide back out, then lowered myself again. I was totally beyond any sort of comprehension of how incredible it felt. My pussy literally throbbed around his pulsing cock, and he seemed equally in sexual shock. I lifted my hips again more confidently, then pushed back down onto him. GOD it felt good, I felt so full, so satisfied yet so achingly hungry for more of this unbearably exquisite friction. I dropped to my elbows, resting on them and looking Seth in the eye. My hips raised and lowered, still very slowly, we both just held our breaths and listened to the sound of his cock squishing in and out of my cunt as we fucked.

"So, what's it like? Does it feel like you thought it would?" Seth asked curiously, now starting to lift his hips slightly with each push, grinding his cock head against my G-spot.

"God, shit... If I had known... I'd have asked you to do this the second I walked in the door." I whispered out hoarsely, sliding up and down on his unyieldingly hard cock a little faster now, my creamy inner flesh gliding along his sensitive shaft as it slid through my dying pussy, tightly squeezing his wonderful cock on all sides. It felt so good it almost hurt.

"It feels incredible, you're so much tighter than any other girl I've been with. Shit... fuck, that feels nice." He groaned slightly as I began rolling my hips, letting the bulbous tip of his delicious manhood press into me harder, sending off electric sparks of ecstasy with each tiny undulation.

"I think... oh fucking god... I think it feels better as a girl." I gasped out. We were picking up pace, our bodies moving like a wave to meet each other. The sound of my pussy being fucked and the smell of sex and sweat filled the room.

"Fuck... you're so tight..." was all he managed to choke out, his hands now rested on my hips and he gently helped lift me up and down, riding his cock faster. I loved every inch of it as it pushed up into my body. IN my body, I loved the thought. I wanted more. I leaned my head forward and kissed him, demanding entrance. My tongue found his and I hungrily swirled my tongue around it, tasting him. Our hot, ragged breaths washed over us as we felt the slick, warm insides of each other's bodies. I loved having him inside me- tongue, cock, I wanted more. I was now bouncing up and down rapidly, fucking him hard. My entire body seemed to have been turned into an erogenous zone, and his hands roamed over me, causing incredible sensations to overwhelm my senses. His hands were squeezing my breasts again, it felt like heaven. They were running over my ass, his hand came to a rest on my pussy. He let it rise and fall with my hips, felt my pussy envelope his cock and slide up and down it.

"Shit, I wanna see. I wanna see!" I moaned anxiously, and he nodded fervently in agreement. I pushed myself up and continued to ride him, lifting my skirt. We both looked down and stared at the connection our bodies made. My outer lips were puffy, swollen, and bright pink. They glistened with wetness and shone in the light, a soft cushion for his pumping manhood. The inner lips clung desperately to his cock every time I lifted up, dragging my skin against his, then hungrily sucked it back up into my body as I sank back down. We stared, mesmerized by the sight, and I started a rhythm of grinding my hips in a circular motion when he was completely inside me every few bounces, swirling his cock around in my cunt. Pretty soon I felt the head swell and he gripped my sides tightly.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna... oh, fuck." He cried out, and I felt warm sticky cum shoot deep up into my pussy. I was blinded with pleasure, ecstasy. Everything was bright white and I couldn't see, I could only feel. Feel the cum pumping up through his cock and then spurting into my body, coating my insides in liquid fire. I could smell sweat, cum, my pussy, his cock. If every inch of my body was on fire with sensation, my pussy was the blazing white-hot center, hot enough to melt steel. My whole body tensed up from head to foot, my toes curled and I gripped the sheets so hard I thought I might tear them. For one infinitesimal moment, I could not move or breathe or make sound. Then, like the shattering of a crystal ball, I felt myself begin to pulse and spasm, my cunt walls grasping his cock hungrily as I shuddered uncontrollably, crying out with pure lust and milking the sperm from his incredible cumming cock. Little spots appeared in the peripherals of my vision as I slammed my hips up and down, fucking the hell out of him as my orgasm seared through me- all this brought on by Seth, the guy I knew for so long. The guy I would play silly video games with for hours on end.

I finally began to slow down, giving the occasional jerk as another wave of pleasure would wrack my body, fucking slower now... little spurts, sweet and warm, still shot up into the creamy mess of my cunt, filled with copious amounts of his cum. My vision returning, I looked down at Seth. He was glistening with sweat, and breathing heavily, looking awestruck. I continued to slide up and down his shaft, slowing the pace even more as our climaxes finally subsided.

I lifted myself up and his cum spilled out all over his crotch and the sheets. We both laughed, and I collapsed at his side- the side of a friend I used to go fishing with, used to skip rocks at the pond with. After catching my breath, I managed to speak.

"That wasn't so bad, after all." I said quietly, grinning and glowing brightly.

"You are SO fucking hot..." Seth said bemusedly, then he rolled over on top of me and, looking between his legs, I knew what he was thinking. His cock was still hard.

"Mmmnnn, you want to fuck my little pussy some more?" I cooed, a bit nervous to turn this from experimental, formal sex into the depraved pure fucking it was becoming, but I was not out of line.

"Oh god, Nish... yes..." He groaned as he positioned himself between my legs and aimed his sticky cock at my entrance.

"Mmm then fuck me more, fill me with cum again." I begged, lifting my knees up and out to the sides, spreading myself wide for him.

His cock sank down into me once more, and the puffy soft area of my outer lips bulged as my pulsating cunt accepted him into my body. I stared down and watched, the sight of his long, hard member pushing in and out, glistening with our cum. I couldn't tear my eyes away, I just looked on, stealing the occasional glance up at Seth, who was also watching his cock disappear inside me avidly. With the sound of our heavy breathing punctuated by the occasional moan, whimper, or grunt, I let him fuck me. Seth is fucking me, I thought to myself. Fucking my pussy. I got the strangest thrill from saying the words out loud in my head. Reaching down, I slid two fingers on either side of my clit and pinched them together, beginning to rub in small, tight circles. I felt like each millimeter of skin between my legs was overloaded with ecstasy, even MORE sensitive now after my first orgasm. I could hardly handle the intense feeling, but I yearned for more. I pushed my hips forward to meet his every thrust, feeling the tip of his cock press against the back of pussy.

"Ohhh fuck yeah... you feel like liquid velvet..." he moaned, reaching up to grab my bouncing breasts and continuing to drill my tight, hot hole.

"Mmmnnn yeah, fuck me. Fuck me, oh god don't stop, fuck me more!" I whimpered and moaned, begging him, now pushing down hard to meet his thrusts. The sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh was driving me wild, and I hungered for more. My pussy seemed to swell with each pumping motion, juices were running down my inner thigh, my fingers were flying over my swollen clit.

"Oh shit, hang on- hang on!" Seth gasped out, stopping me. I nearly cried, moaning anxiously. "Here, lay down..." he commanded me, and I got down on the bed, laying on my side. He lay on his side as well, and moved closer to me. I lifted one leg up in the air and let him scoot his legs in between mine. He reached down and guided his cock back into my pussy, slowly pushing forward to fill me up again.

"Ohhhh god, Seth... I want to feel you deep inside me. I want you in my body, I want to feel you cum inside of me." I whispered in his ear as we held each other close. My breasts mashed against his chest and he wrapped his arms around my back and held my warm body tight against him. He was fucking me so tantalizingly slowly. In, out, no sudden jerks- just smooth, gliding strokes. We kissed, slow, passionate soul kisses. My tongue met his and lazily swirled around in his mouth. We were so close, every inch of my front was pressed to him, my legs welcomed him, wide spread and resting on his. Heat gushed and radiated from my core, liquid oozed from our connection, coating our thighs in warmth. The movements were so slow... so slow. In... out... we made love, not rushing anything, not getting into a fervor. In... out... I had never felt this close to anybody before, filled up, in soul and in body. Time seemed to stop and we stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity, absorbing everything we could from the moment as he moved inside me.

"Soon.. Nish, I'm gonna cum again soon." He whispered quietly, calmly. He did not quicken his pace, we just continued the same, steady motions. I felt tension building up in my cunt again.

"Me too... Seth... fill me up again. Fill me with your cum." I whispered back, never breaking eye contact. Every bit of instinct I had told me to speed up as I felt my orgasm coming on, but I didn't. It took forever to get there, I felt like I was right on the brink for several minutes, teetering on the verge of a gigantic wave. I felt his cock swell, felt a churning down in the base of his shaft and his head grew even larger, then once again that divine sensation of hot, sticky, warm cum shooting up inside me sent me over the edge. The orgasm was powerful- more powerful than anything that had ever affected my body. Jet after jet of liquid shot into my spasming pussy. I dug my fingers into Seth's shoulders and bit my lips, whimpering as my body shook. My orgasm didn't stop- I thought I would die if it kept going on much longer. I could still feel more spurts of cum continuing to splash against my insides. I just held on to Seth as hard as I could until I finally came down, ceasing to shudder.

My whole body was weak and shaking, and I looked at Seth. He was looking back, both of our expressions were of understanding, closeness. He scooted up closer to me, rolled me onto my back, and gently rested his leg over mine, staying inside me. With a deeply contented sigh, he gave me a hug. A real hug. And we fell asleep.