PART 03 - Reflections 02
I remember getting home and immediately started to make my way upstairs towards my master bedroom.
“You have to go that bad, Dad?!” I heard Mark call out behind me, I just ignored him and continued to carefully walk up the stairs, concentrating on my movements to make sure no more semen leaked out of my vagina.
I got to the toilet and positioned myself over it just in case any cum were to drip out. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles as I simultaneously started to sit and a huge glob of cum plopped into the toilet bowl. I focused hard to relax, trying to get myself to urinate. I still wasn’t used to being female so it didn’t come as naturally as it did in my male body. Soon, a steady stream was flowing out of me accompanied by a sigh of relief. While still sitting I finished taking off my pants and underwear by sliding my ankles and feet through the leg holes and picked up my panties. I placed my hands in the leg openings and spread out the fabric, there was still wet cum mixed with some of my pussy juices, “God… what the hell was I thinking?” I said to myself, disappointed.
I dropped the dirty underwear back into my pants that still laid on the ground and wiped myself clean. I remember also making sure to get as much semen out of me as possible before standing back up.
I quickly got out of the rest of my clothing and turned on the shower, it was only after the hot water hit my skin and cascaded down my body that what had happened today at the gymnasium really started to hit me.
“Frank… what the hell man! This is your son’s girlfriend’s body… And you just fucked the kid he hated the most.” I tapped my head against the shower wall, “Fuck!” I said under my breath as I grabbed the bodywash.
I began to spread the bodywash all over me, following Sasha’s instructed routine to make sure her body was well taken care of until they figured out how to change us back. “God, what would Sasha do if she found out I fucked Tim Ashwood in her body?...” I thought to myself.
I worked my sud covered hands to my chest and began rubbing my breasts with the soapy material. I don’t know what happened but I gently closed my eyes and began to really feel my hands gliding across the skin of my breasts, I remember thinking “This isn’t what it felt like earlier… he was firmer…” and began to squeeze my breasts more firmly, massaging them, forgetting that I was supposed to be washing myself. “Yes… this is what it felt like, fuck…” I beagn to grope myself more aggressively, starting to incorporate the pinching of my nipples
“Fuck… why does this feel so good?” I said as I started breathing heavily. I could feel my groin starting to feel warm and soon that whole area was on fire, not only my pussy but my ass would squeeze. That longing of wanting to be filled returned…
I bent forward, pressing my ass against the glass shower wall and slipped my hand between my thighs. I began to slide my hand backwards and forwards, pushing my middle finger lightly between my folds as I rubbed. I could feel the tip of my finger gently press part way into my vagina, just enough to feel the pressure of something about to enter before sliding it to press on my clit.
The hunger grew, I removed my hand from between my thighs and reached over top of my lower back, now sliding my hand and finger between my ass cheeks. My middle finger continued gently pressing into me, running over my ass hole to the entrance of my vagina… I did this once… twice… and on the third trip my middle finger pressed into my pussy, an audible moan escaped into the shower, hidden by the sound of the running water.
Pleasure began to radiate from my groin into the rest of my body, I wanted more. I could feel the inside of my pussy, the wetness, the walls moving around like the inside of a snake swallowing its prey, forcing whatever was at its mouth deeper into its body. My pussy wasn’t being forced open enough, I needed something thicker. Despite that, my hand began to increase its speed, I was going to take what I could get, I needed it… I needed so much more…
I instantly jerked my hand out of my snatch at the sound of my son's voice. “Dad?! Are you okay in there? The water has been running for awhile now…” Mark called out while knocking on the bathroom door in my bedroom.
I coughed, almost choking because I was so caught off guard.
“Dad? You okay?” He called out again.
“Yes, I’m fine son! Just getting out of the shower now.” I replied. I quickly rinsed the remaining suds off my body and proceeded to dry myself off. My pussy still purring from fingering myself.
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I went into the closet and grabbed a pair of purple underwear from the pile of clothing I had still yet to unpack from Sasha. As I watched myself slide the underwear on, seeing the fabric conform to every curve of my body, not leaving anything to the imagination, I couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied… that longing of wanting to be filled, to be fucked, didn’t go away...
“C’mon Frank, get a hold of yourself…” I said, trying to encourage myself.
I picked up my wet towel and dirty clothes and snuck into the laundry room, making sure Mark wouldn’t see my cum stained panties.
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The last little bit of the afternoon and the remainder of the evening I fought off the urges to run away and masturbate. But by the time Mark and I said goodnight, my panties were soaked all the way through, there was even a damp spot forming on the jeans I had been wearing.
I walked to the pile of clothes again and picked up the first pair of underwear I saw, it was a white lace thong. Terrified of wearing one of these, I told myself, “It will only be for bed, no one else needs to see or know”. I removed my wet underwear, took off my shirt and undid my bra. I then slipped into the white lace thong as well as put on a white tank top with no bra to sleep in and headed for bed.
I rolled around restlessly for 20 minutes, trying to get comfortable but I just couldn’t shake this feeling in my pussy. I found myself thinking about what had happened earlier that day, being fucked, having Tim, a cock, inside me.
I let out a breathy moan.
Without realizing it, I had snaked my hand between my thighs and had begun to rub Sasha’s pussy... my pussy, through my underwear. I only realized I was doing this when I felt my finger become wet. It had pushed the fabric of the thong inside my folds, causing my wet lips to wrap around the fabric until they they kissed my middle finger.
After 40 minutes of slow sensual masturbation, I fell asleep. Dreaming of having something thicker than my finger inside me.
(To be continued…)
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