High School Girls - Sex Stories

High School Girls

... like he intended, and yanked the bra up like it was a shirt! The underwire slid tightly over his soft, aching breasts, cruelly pulling on the soft pink nipples, and he yelped sharply. But at least the damn thing was off! He bent over to work on the skirt, gasping at the erotic sensation of his mammaries pulling and hanging off his chest. Freed of the bra, the ache was fading. Good. So it was just the bra. He started to undo the button of his denim skirt. He paused. Where was it? He felt around the waistline of the skirt, aware of the pale and soft flesh it circled, and finally located it, and the zipper, at the back. Why is everything on girl's clothing located at the back, he thought angrily as he struggled to undo the button. Frustrated, he tried to yank the offending garment down, but his hips were too wide and all he did was manage to set up a storm of jiggling on his chest. "AAAAAARGH!" He howled in frustration as he attacked the button again, and after a couple of minutes finally managed to undo the skirt and yank it down, revealing lacy white panties cupping a female vulva. He flung the skirt into a corner, and pulled off his panties. The stuck slightly to his slit mound and he grimaced at the feeling of them peeling off. Naked, he walked to his bathroom. He wondered if he should shower. Being a girl was so weird, he couldn't make any sense of the half-dozen sensations he was experiencing. He felt soft, so soft. One thing that was familiar was the urge to pee. Like ...

... Joe, he found te sensation of his pee traveling through a wider, shorter tube weird, and like Joe, he had trouble figuring out exactly what to wipe. His pussy was an enigma to him. God, he coudn't believe he had a pussy! But he felt it there, felt it more through the lack of feeling the other things, namely his cock and balls. It frequently twitched, softly and mutely, an unfamiliar stranger in his hips. It felt sticky, warm and moist. Was it supposed to feel sticky, or moist? He supposed warm was normal. Moist? He remembered how wet he had been when he transformed. Was he aroused now? He thought so. He had not stopped being aroused since his spirit had slid into this soft female suit. But sticky? Like most high school students, Sam had attended sexual education classes. But the reality did little to square up with his expectations. Stickiness had not been covered. Maybe it was supposed to be sticky? It was, essentially, a slimy, mucuous hole. Should he be worried if it wasn't sticky? He suddenly smelled a musky, almost fishy smell. He'd shower, he decided. But he wouldn't do his hair. He at least had some familiarity with that, and his hair didn't feel greasy. He got into the bathroom, jumping slightly as he beheld a stranger in the mirror. Damn it, that was annoying. He stared for a bit in the mirror. He hefted a breast, gently pinching the nipple, and gasped as he felt his vagina clench warmly. He put his hands on his soft mound and gently parted the slit. It was very moist ...