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High School Girls

... totally creamed himself! He felt his heated pussy twitch and flutter, aching for attention, and the deep gnawing feeling that only a woman desperate for sex could experience! He moaned as he lay back and his slim hand slipped under the waistband of his silk pajamas. He didn't want to do this, but his body ached for it so badly. It needed release in the worst way. He felt his fingers tremblingly touch the wet, velvet folds of his pussy, and his back arched. He started to rub, feeling the velvet folds part, and felt the wetness of a girl's secret hole beyond it. He sobbed as he pushed against that void, and felt his finger slide into his vagina. "Uuuuuuuuh..." He felt himself gasp, pleasure filling his hips. He thrust further in and wiggled the finger. He could feel hot, wet and velvety flesh squeeze his finger, but he could also feel a finger wiggle inside the contracting canal of his vagina. The dual feeling made him sob again, but he didn't stop. Couldn't stop. He explored further, discovering the remains of his penis in the form of a small, swollen bud that was exquisitely sensitive. He rubbed it, preferring it to the horrible wet and vulnerable slit below. "No, no, no, no, no" he chanted as the pleasure rose in his hips and his back arched, his jiggling breasts, capped with thick erect nipples, straining against his top. "No, no, no, NO, NOOOOooooOOooooOOOoooo" He screamed as the dam burst, and pleasure suddenly flooded his body from the cramping, seizing canal in his ...

... hips! His feet drummed on the bed. His pussy throbbed and pulsed, and Joe felt wetness flood from him, pussy cream oozing out of his pulsing slit to drip down into the crack of his rounded ass. He flopped back down onto his back, crying. His body relished the release, although he still felt horny, the pussy between his legs still craving his touch. But he refused to have anything more to do with it. Instead he curled, the smell of a woman's juices intruding on his senses, the feeling of his PJ's clinging to his wet crotch, and sobbed as he mourned the loss of his manhood and everything he had enjoyed in life, all traded in for a stranger's life and even stranger slit between his legs. *** Darren stared out the window while Ms. Heart, the English teacher, droned on about dangling participles. He turned to look at Sam, feeling his black curls brush over his shoulders. The auburn-haired girl that he had become wasn't paying attention either. She was staring at the wall clock, while her hand idly played with her long, wavy red hair. Her green eyes were lost in thought. Darren wondered if Sam realized how feminine he looked twirling his hair like that. Her thighs were crossed, another feminine trait that Darren had noticed Sam doing more and more often. He looked back outside, smiling. It pleased him to see that Sam was adopting feminine traits. His choice in clothing had been good as well, and Darren approved. With a little more support and help, Sam might even enjoy his new life, ...