1. The Pill - part 1


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Shemales, Author: mallenwc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    blinking as the last inch of the shirt slid away each side of a perky pink nipple; the sensation of the last rough stitching of the shirt travelling over my nipples producing an involuntary shiver in me from the wonderful sensation. I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. I looked down at myself, for the first time not looking in the mirror, to the unusual sight of smooth, hairless skin and perky boobs and the ripe, pink, protruding nipples. My gaze passed on to my jeans, which were now loose and saggy around the waist, held up now by my wider hips. I unbuttoned them and let them drop, automatically wiggling to help them on their way. I looked at myself in the mirror and wiggled again. My god, I was sexy! I stepped out of the crumpled heap of denim, losing my shoes as I did so, realising how much my feet must have shrunk. My boxer shorts were also hanging strangely and I slipped them off to looking with relish in the mirror as I performed my sexy wiggle again. I looked to where my cock must be standing to attention, judging from how turned on I felt, only to see nothing but a neat bush of brown hair. I moved my feet apart a little more and tentatively reached down below the bush, to feel soft vaginal lips. Instead of a rock-hard cock, my arousal betrayed itself as heat and moistness. I ran my finger along the crack of my new vagina and let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. I sat back on the chair and parted my legs, then parted my pussy lips ...
    so I could see myself in the mirror. I ran that finger along my vagina a few more times, then let it slide into the hot moist opening. Oh my god! That was incredible! I looked at the reflection of my body as I gently, even cautiously began to masturbate. Had my breasts got even larger? I squinted directly at them. I am sure they had. The hand, not engaged in rubbing my vagina moved up my body and moved over my right breast, fingers gently brushing the nipple. Oh, shit, that felt amazing too. My skin was alive with sensation as my middle finger continued to slide in and out of my pussy. My index finger joined it. Then they found my clit. I moaned louder and closed my eyes, living through each sensation. I snapped them open again to look at myself in the mirror. Looking back was a stunningly beautiful woman masturbating in a van above a pile of discarded male clothing: fingers now rapidly sliding in and out of her shining, wet cunt, while her other hand squeezed and rubbed her tits. The sight was the final straw and I had my first orgasm as a woman, bucking forward and back on the chair, which somehow stayed upright, completely consumed in the most incredible sensation. I now understood how it felt like for a woman, with waves of heat and pleasure ebbing and flowing through my whole body for second after precious second until I could cope no more. I slumped into a heap, exhausted. I vowed to myself to have as many orgasms today as I could manage. After some moments to gather ...
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