Wake up the next morning...

The next morning dawned cold and you woke with a shiver, and a now familiar feeling of soreness between you legs. Only this time, you had some context to accompany your discomfort. You had been fucked...well...and you had enjoyed every second of it.

Blushing, you slowly disentangled yourself from the embrace of your lover, from the body that had been yours only a few days ago, and rolled off the bed, making your way into the bathroom. You could still feel the end result of your frantic lovemaking smeared on your chest and stomach, and the dried cum had become uncomfortable. Not gross or disgusting, as you would have thought as early as the night before last...just...uncomfortable.

Once in the bathroom, you closed the door and turned on the faucet, letting the warm water splash into the porcelain basin, before taking a washcloth off the towel rack and starting to clean up. As you proceeded to wipe away the dried semen, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your dark curls were disheveled, and the makeup that had taken you so long to apply the night before, was smeared. But those perfect, cupid-bow lips that you had used to admire so much when you were a man, were pulled back into a dainty smile of satisfaction. Maybe it wasn't so bad being a woman...just for a little while? Melanie was right. What was the harm? And who would ever find out? The two of you would get this whole thing sorted once the fucking witch got back from wherever she was...collecting eye-of-newt or whatever, and things would go back to normal. Your smile grew, exposing your perfect, white teeth. But, in the meantime, why shouldn't we have a little fun?

You slipped out of the remnants of the stockings you were wearing, letting the white silk roll slowly down your soft, slender, tanned legs. How had they already gotten runs in them? Then you finished cleaning off the last of Mellie's seed and the rest of the smeared makeup. Your heart had begun to beat a little faster as the images and sensations from last night started to come back to you and before you had even realized it, your brain had started to formulate a plan.

Using a spare barrette, you pinned your hair back so that it would be out of your face, then, not bothering to cover yourself with a robe, you opened the bathroom door.

The cold air from the bedroom hit you like a slap to the face, and you could instantly feel your dark little nipples growing hard as you stepped through the opened door. The wood floor felt like ice on the bottoms of your dainty feet. In front of you, Mellie was lying on the bed, still asleep. He was laying on his back, one hand under his head. Every now and then, a soft snore would come from his lips as the toned, hairless chest heaved up and down. His legs were spread wide, something that must have happened sometime after you had gone into the bathroom. One leg was stretched out, while the other was bent at an angle. But none of that was what was on your mind...at least, not in that moment.

Your green eyes fastened on the lump of flesh that dangled between those legs, lying limp against the pale flesh of Mellie's stomach, and the smile twisted itself into a smirk.

Without realizing it, a soft pink tongue darted out to lick your lips as you stared at the object of your desire, memories of last night already replaying in your head. Then, with deliberate slowness, you slid onto the bed, making your way next to your lover and you took the spent manhood between your fingers, stroking gently. You were blissfully unaware if the goosebumps that had broken out on your arms were from the cold, or the excitement that you felt fluttering through you.

Mellie moaned softly and adjusted, causing you to pause for a moment before resuming your ministrations. Soon, life began to flow into the malleable prick in your hand as you instinctively brought your face closer. Were you really doing this? You asked yourself, as you found your breath coming suddenly in short pants. Then, you planted a light kiss on the very tip, looking back to Mellie's face. There was no stirring. “Fuck it.” You said, your hot breath flowing over the steadily rising cock, and you opened your mouth, allowing the stiffening flesh to slip between your lips, and into the silk-lined cavern of your mouth. The taste wasn't as bad as you remembered. Salty and musky, but not altogether disgusting.

You continued to work on the growing prick, bobbing your head up and down and coating it with your saliva as you took more and more of it down your throat. Almost immediately, you found yourself rewarded by a low moan from your stirring lover, and the rapid hardening of the rod between your lips.

With one hand, you began to fondle the pair of fleshy sacks hanging between the legs that you knew so well as you continued to swallow more and more of the growing dick. Above you, Mellie's own breath had started to come in short heaves, and he had started to squirm each time you let the straining tip of the cock slip back into your mouth, only to **** it with your talented tongue. Suddenly, you felt a strong hand on the back of your head, not forcing you down, as it had the other night in the living room, but guiding you up.

The slick shaft slid from your mouth with a soft “pop” and you turned to look up into Melanie's eyes. You saw your old face smiling back down at you.

“Somebody's in a mood this morning.” Melanie said.

With a sharp giggle, you immediately threw a leg over Mellie's waist, your pussy was already dripping and convulsing just from the blow job you had been giving, and you caught the hard lips with yours. Immediately, your tongue darted out, searching for Mellie's, finding it, and twirling around it. Your nipples were achingly hard now, and pressing into your lover's flat chest, and the now-ready fuckstick was pressed between your legs, the head teasing at your dripping folds. Fuck...you wanted this.

“You've been trying to fuck me for days.” You responded, your voice breathless in Mellie's ear. “Are you really going to complain?”

“Nope.” Mellie said, then kissed you again, his hands moving to your pillowy ass.

“Then fuck me, Mel.” You heard yourself say, as your eyelids fluttered closed.

Suddenly, you could feel strong hands around your waist, and the pressure against your new lady parts was gone. There was a rough jostling on the bed, and suddenly, you found yourself on all fours, facing the foot board, with Mellie on his knees behind you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You heard yourself squeal, in your high-pitched voice, then suddenly you felt the fat head of Mellie's cock pressed against your throbbing pussy lips.

“Is this what you're looking for?” You heard Mellie say as he rubbed the tip of his prick along your moist slit.

“Yes.” You panted, wantonly pushing back with your hips trying to impale herself on the hard rod that was teasing you. “Fuck me, Melanie...please!”

“Ah, ah, ah...” You heard him say, then the aching pressure on your pussy was gone. You turned your head to look at Mellie over your shoulder, brushing the long soft hair over your exposed back. “What...do you...mean.” You said, your breath short, your eyes pleading.

“You said the right words...you just used the wrong name.” Mellie said, and returned to rubbing his steel-hard cock against your slit.

“What do you mean?” You said, growing annoyed at the delay.

“Well, you asked Melanie to fuck you...That's a girl's name isn't it? I don't think I look much like a girl anymore, do I?” To punctuate his statement, he let just a bit of his length slip inside you, causing your mouth to hang open soundlessly as you felt your tight box start to stretch.

“N-n-no.” You whispered, when you regained your breath.

“That's right, who's the girl here now? Who's the one with her ass in the air, begging for a nice thick cock to split her pussy? Hmmmmm?”

You bit your lip, you didn't want to answer.

“Come on now.” Mellie said, driving the length of his pole in with one long thrust, causing a drawn out moan to escape from between you clenched teeth. “This is what you want isn't it?”

“Y-y-yes...” you answered weakly. You couldn't deny that your former manhood felt amazing inside of you...that you had to have more of that feeling.

“I know you do.” Mellie said, pulling his prick all the way out, leaving you with a cold, empty feeling. “But if you want it, you have to ask correctly...like a good girl. Do you understand?”