Part 2 (exploring new frontiers )

I was close so incredibly close that I could feel my climax approaching.

But instead of going for it my lower hand stopped and slowly made its way towards another neglected area of mine. One I had been struggling to decide whether or not to explore or neglect. Recent events had made me curious about how it might feel. But the shame of touching that area had kept me from indulging my curiosity.

Pussy juice had dripped down my asscrack making sure the outer area was already wet and my fingers circled around the rim carefully prodding that forbidden place. I felt myself relax and open up just enough for a single digit to slowly make its way in.

I just let it stay there feeling myself squeeze around the lonely digit and slowly adjust to the sensation of something going in there. My thumb was still gently rubbing my pussy keeping me on edge as I slowly worked my middle finger a tiny bit deeper feeling my asshole spread around it.

The shame of doing something so obscene made me keep going.

I didn’t know since when but feelings of shame which would have been a turn off as a guy were actually making me grow slightly wet as a girl I had realised via recent events.

Whether it was something unique to Claire or just my brain being short-wired after the whole experience of becoming a girl I didn’t know.

But doing something that felt so forbidden so utterly slutty in this body something the original Claire wouldn’t indulge in until much later had finally made me overcome my mental barrier as I slowly fingered my asshole.

Even my slender finger which was barely thicker than a pen felt like it was invading a sacred space so tight was my lower entrance.

I couldn’t stop myself from remembering the tongue that had invaded that sacred place before making me feel more shame than I had even done in my life but also a great deal of pleasure at the forbidden sensation of his probing tongue boldly licking my asshole and resolutely pressing itself past my splinter and into my asshole.

Forgotten was the mirror, forgotten was Miss Russel being fucked by that village boy only the memory of his tongue remained as I continued fingering my sacred entrance my middle finger finally reaching past the knuckle allowing me to wiggle it around slowly spreading the entrance and making it easier to finger myself.

My other hand joined in taking the spot of my thumb and rubbing my pussy in the meanwhile.

I continued playing with myself slowly feeling the heat rising in my core once more and as I was about to climax I bit down without even thinking.

I came hard feeling myself shaking and releasing my breast.

I squirted a little and felt myself squeeze hard around my digit that had made it all the way down to the second knuckle.

I lay there exhausted and flushed a deep crimson until I felt a strange ache coming from my boob glistening in the light from my salvia.

In my throngs of passion I had bitten down on my tit slightly too hard leaving behind a small imprint of my teeth around the nipple.

I guess I will skip the bath tomorrow if’s its still visible in the morning. Explaining how and why I managed to bite my own nipple was something way too embarrassing to admit openly.