My first female orgasm.

Michelle's fingers now rest lightly on my mons pubis as I slide her hand down from my belly. I shiver as her fingers brush over my labia. I am smoothly hairless, a result of multiple visits to a gynaecologist as the progression of second puberty and the formation of my female anatomy were monitored. Her soft fingers both tickle and arouse my sensitive outer labial lips. I part my thighs to allow Michelle to touch me without obstruction.

"Can I touch you, babe?" Michelle asks quietly, her voice catching slightly with tense emotion.

I feel the gentle pressure of a fingertip once more on my newly opened crease. My labial lips part slightly, and I let out a quiet, frustrated moan as I feel her finger slip fractionally between my lips. Only the tip of Michelle's finger enters my vulva before I feel its progress barred by a soft and pliant barrier to further investigation. The gynaecologist had forewarned me of this. As a newly complete woman in every respect, my hymen would be intact. I was a virgin once more, physically at least, despite the many times I had sex as a man.

"Mickey...I...," My voice fades out, hoarse with emotion. I am sexually excited, but afraid that splitting my hymen may hurt.

"Shhh, it's okay, babe. We can take this slowly." Michelle whispers, soothing my fears. "I don't need to enter you to give you pleasure."

Michelle's fingertip draws back, pulling out from my freshly formed vagina. She begins to stroke my outer lips, slowly and gently at first. My soft moans and trembling thighs encourage my lover, and the movement of her fingers becomes more insistent and rapid as she frigs my pussy lips. With my pent-up need from weeks of being physically unable to achieve climax, her touch swiftly drives me wild. Barely a few seconds of Michelle's fingers frotting my labia, and my soft moans build to loud and urgent groans. My vision darkens, and I almost faint in Michelle's arms with the intensity of my frustrated libido finally achieving release. I cry out, a scream of liberation as I climax after weeks of enforced denial and for the first time as a woman.

Michelle pulls me close, cradling me in her smooth, strong arms as I whimper and gasp with the intensity of my first female orgasm. Every muscle in my body seems to twitch and quiver as the alien sensations suffuse my entire being. The experience is so different, so much more encompassing than ejaculating as a man. As the tremors running through my body diminish, I become aware that, unlike ejaculating as a man, I don't feel the same sensation of fatigue and drowsiness that usually followed emptying my balls. I want more, to climax again; the reduction of my desire is only a shallow trough rather than the finality I felt after cumming as a man.