Twenty Minutes to Go

You woke up the next morning, still in the master bedroom of Alex and Rachel’s house. Her parents were gone for the week, just like yours, so Rachel just offered to let you crash there.

You’d spent the whole day with her, most of it naked. You’d only gotten dressed to go out to get something to eat, and had been back in bed with her almost as soon as you’d gotten home. You could see exactly why you’d heard women claim that only a woman really knew how to pleasure another woman. Rachel had been masterful in her ability to make you cum, and had taught you so much about how to please her, and also about your own body and the pleasures that could be unlocked within.

It had been amazing, and more importantly, it had all happened with no risk of getting pregnant, a perfect way to spend the second half of your 48 hours as a girl.

Upon waking up, you looked over at the clock on the nightstand. 9:35, it read.

You determined you were glad for your experience as a girl. It had taught you all sorts of things about how to pleasure a woman. You were quite certain that information would come in very handy. Once you found a girl you could take to bed, you were sure you’d be able to keep her coming back for more.

You’d also experienced orgasms that were so much more intense than anything you’d ever experienced as a guy. It was an incredible sexual experience that you would never forget.

As you glanced at the clock, you suddenly realized that the naked body spooning you from behind couldn’t have actually belonged to Rachel as it shifted and you felt a rather hard lump press into your backside.

You glanced back and saw Alex, still asleep behind you, his morning wood apparently the only thing awake on him. He must have slipped into bed with you when he’d come home from work long after you’d fallen asleep.

And this stirred a passion within you. You glanced again at the clock.

9:40.

Only twenty more minutes until you got your old body back. Only twenty more minutes with this incredibly hungry pussy you’d been given which had provided for you almost unimaginable pleasures.

But there was something you had noticed. You had thoroughly enjoyed the day you spent with Rachel. She had taught you so much and you had given each other so many orgasms. You had also loved your Saturday with all your friends. Your hungry pussy had loved being fed so much cock in what amounted to a long gangbang. You’d found yourself actually enjoying sucking all your friends cocks and taking them over and over again into your slutty little pussy.

But there was something missing in all of it. None of those experiences had held a candle to the feeling that you’d had the first time Alex fucked you. His cock filled you so perfectly. Without a condom, his skin had felt so much better sliding against your inner walls. The heat of his cock had been so much more noticeable when it was inside of you like that, bare skin against bare skin.

The sex with the guys had still been great, you’d cum countless times, but the condoms had taken away the intensity of having a hot cock filling you to capacity that you had felt with Alex.

With twenty minutes to go, you just knew you had to feel that heat one last time before your pussy was gone forever. So you turned around and moved your head down to his cock. Alex had the best cock of all your friends, including you. It was longer, although not so long as to penetrate you to the point of pain. It was also thicker, and his large mushroom head rubbed the walls of your pussy and your G-spot so perfectly. You stared at that magnificent beast for a moment before taking it into your mouth.

He was already pretty hard, but seemed to get even harder once you began fellating him. It wasn’t long before you felt his hand in your hair and heard his voice.

“Good morning,” he said to you. “That’s a hell of a wake up call.”

You looked up at him and smiled.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said.

“I know,” you said, “we sort of created me this way.”

You laid on your back and pulled him over on top of you, spreading your legs to accommodate his hips in between them.

He kissed you and it just felt so right. He took your hint as the invitation you meant it to be and reached down to guide himself into you.

You moaned loudly in pleasure.

“God you feel absolutely amazing,” you said to him.

“As do you,” he agreed.

“So much better like this.”

“Mmm, hmmm” he moaned into your kisses.

You had wondered if the main reason his bare cock had felt so much better to you was because it was your first ever. But you’d had so much to compare it to since then, and as he entered you again, you realized that wasn’t it. It just felt so perfect to you. His size filled you perfectly. The touch of his skin against your innermost places was positively electric. And then there was the heat of that shaft, spreading so wonderfully all the way through your depths.

“God this is so good,” you moaned, and then you kissed him again, looking up into the eyes of your best friend. You knew this would be incredibly awkward when you became a guy again, but in that moment it was so worth it.

You put your hands on his back, caressing the muscles you found there, feeling all over it as you worked you way downwards until you were cupping his ass.

As a guy you’d never thought once about how his ass might have looked, but as a girl you found yourself just as obsessed with it as John had always been with Rachel’s ass. It felt so good to hold it in your hands as you felt those muscles flex and release, synchronized perfectly with the powerful thrusts of his cock deep inside of you.

And once again you felt the seductive whisper of your orgasm calling to you from afar. It’s voice seemed just as far away as it always had been in the beginning, but it sounded even more enchanting and irresistible than ever before. Alex continued to kiss you, his tongue probing into your mouth as his cock probed your depths, looking you directly in the eyes with tremendous intensity.

And you heard the call of your orgasm growing in both volume and intensity as it inexorably rolled towards you. You had experienced enough orgasms in the last 48 hours to recognize that this was going to be the strongest of them all. It built in power and velocity and became a rumble within you that felt as though it were an avalanche, coming to bury you in its depths.

You knew, deep inside, that this was going to be earth shattering in its intensity as it began to close quickly upon you.

“Oh fuck,” you heard Alex say, breaking off the kiss and closing his eyes. You felt his body tense, heard his breath become louder and more erratic, and felt his thrusts into you increase in both frequency and intensity, and you knew exactly what it meant.

He’d just passed the point of no return. He’d shown virtually no signs of approaching an orgasm as you felt your own slowly building, but then suddenly the first sign he showed you was when he was right on its precipice, unable to hold back any longer.

You knew … you just absolutely knew … that the two of you were suddenly in a race to see who’s orgasm would arrive first.

And you also knew that you were going to lose, likely only by a matter of seconds. You wanted that orgasm so bad. It would be the best you had ever experienced. It might be the best you would ever experience in all of your life since you were minutes away from becoming a guy again.

How much time was left? Could you afford to let go, knowing that time had run out on the 48 hours? Could you let yourself have one last orgasm as a girl?