Day 2 - Going further with Sam

The second day of Rachel's predicament was pretty similar to the first one. Breakfast, then a rub in the shower - this time, Rachel's head was full of very confusing thoughts, and she could swear Sam was looking at her strangely when she walked out - fucking around (mostly reading Kim's trashy novels) and lunch.

After lunch, she and Sam cuddled together on Sam's bed. Rachel felt the young man's hand squeezing her tits. She kicked him gently.

"Back off, casanova."

She sat up and got out of their bedroom.

I won't let this happen. Finger inside, okay, but I am not taking a cock. There's no going back from that.

She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. Sam came to the living room, a look of worry on his face.

His pretty face.

Fuck, thought Rachel.

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I just though that we had a connection."

"Yeah, yeah, we had a connection. But I am not yet comfortable with... that. I was a straight dude before, okay? I even have a girlfriend somewhere in the world. I let you rub me off, but fucking is too much of a girl thing."

Sam smiled strangely. He was waiting for this for so, so long...

"Rachel, you used to be a typical sexist straight dude, right? Eff gays, the whole thing."

"Well, yeah, I wasn't that down with fucking dudes, that was until you went wrist deep in my vag," snarked Rachel.

"But you liked lesbian porn, did you?"

Rachel rolled her eyes.

"You got me there, pal. What about that?"

Rachel gave Sam a good look. The dude did look like a lady a bit - just a bit. His soft, medium-length blonde hair framed his androgynous face pretty nicely. He was wearing a purple t-shirt and grey shorts. Rachel herself was wearing a hoodie and sweats today.

Sam closed his eyes and focused deeply. His entire body tingled as his hair lengthened, his features softened, his lips becoming full and plump. His shirt suddenly developed quite a nice cleavage and turned pink as his chest swelled with delicious perky D cups. His shorts shortened, exposing his swelling ass, and finally, his cock disappeared inside with a quiet slurp, leaving a cute pussy behind.

Rachel's jaw dropped. This already a cute guy made a true bombshell as a woman. His - her - nipples were poking out, as there was no undergarment below the shirt that could be turned into a bra. Sam opened her eyes and smiled.

"So, you don't want to fuck Sam..." She made a seductive face and blew Rachel a kiss. "But would you like to fuck Samantha?"

Rachel was conflicted as fuck. Her pussy was incredibly wet - this was the woman of her dreams - but could she?

"Look, we're both guys turned into girls. So externally, two chicks are going to fuck. From each of our POVs, a dude will be enjoying boinking a chick. On a, you know, deeper level, two guys are going to fuck. Is it straight or gay or what?"

Samantha shrugged.

"Why label a good thing?'

She sat in Rachel's lap and smiled, feeling her wetness.

"You're turned on already..."

She took off her shirt, letting her tits free. Rachel couldn't help herself - she put her mouth on one of those gorgeous boobs and sucked a nipple. It was so soft a delicious, just like on any girl. Samantha moaned, her sensitive tit driving her wild with pleasure. She was dripping though her shorts and panties. Rachel took them off and plunged her fingers into Sam's hungry pussy. Samantha gasped as Rachel played with her insides, rubbing her clit at the same time.

"Fuck, I taught you well..."

She ground into Rachel's steadily working hand, taking off Rachel's hoodie and sweatpants. Now all the new girl was wearing were her sports bra and her soaked boyshorts. Samantha disconnected with a wet plop and got to her feet, breathing heavily. Her cunt was throbbing for more action.

"Get out of this shit," commanded Samantha. "We're going to do something incredible."

Rachel undressed fully and stood next to Samantha, horny and confused.

"Okay, sweetie..." Samantha couldn't believe it was happening. She was a girl and it was just as good as she has always dreamed. "Sit down on the carpet, your back against the sofa... We're going to try something out."

Rachel obliged.

"I guess you're also not very well versed in lesbian sex?"

"Hah." Samantha smiled and gave her tits a seductive rub. "You're feisty. Legs apart."

Rachel spread her legs, really curious for more. Samantha sat down in her lap again and wrapped her legs around Rachel's back. Then she started to rub her crotch against Rachel's.

"Fuck!" the two transformed yelled at the same time.

"Wow, shit, this is intense..." muttered Rachel.

There was a mad glare in Samantha's eyes. She kissed Rachel deeply and continued grinding. It felt incredible and she was not about to stop such mindblowing sensations. Rachel, in the meantime, was catatonic with pleasure. Her clit was throbbing as it was rubbing against Sam's clit. It was truly the most sexual pleasure she has ever experienced - nothing her cock has ever done could come close.

The two fresh girls writhed in ecstasy until they both erupted in their orgasms, synchronising together. Their mixed pussy juices drenched their legs and the carpet. Rachel screamed into Samantha's mouth as she came deeply and deeply. She pushed her back. She came, but wasn't satisfied.

"Ready for round two?" Samantha smiled deviously. "Girls don't need to reload..."

Rachel bit her lip and nodded her head. God, was she still horny.

"You ever 69ed?" asked Samantha playfully.

"Yeah..."

"Then lesbians do it the same way."

"Look who's the lesbian expert..."

Samantha laughed.

"Lie down, face and cunt up."

Rachel did as she was told. Samantha stood close to Rachel's head and slowly lowered herself on her face. Soon, Rachel tasted the glorious musk of a horny woman. She probed around with her tongue - she used to suck at pussy licking, as a man she was a selfish lover, but now, in the absence of her cock, she had to make do. She licked Samantha's clit. Sam shuddered in pleasure as she laid down on top of Rachel, putting her face exactly where it needed to be.

For some time, the pair lost all sense of self and time. All that existed was the smell of cunt, the taste of girlcum, the immense pleasure of being poked, rubbed, penetrated with a questing tongue, and for Rachel - a little bit of oxygen deprivation from Samantha's delicious ass on top of her. They were not people - they were just rutting animals, composed of hardly anything but their clits and cunts and tongues and heavy breaths. They came again and again and again like two machine guns. They were in paradise.

That is, until...

"Hey, I came earlier... WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Rachel recognized Kim's voice and stared at her. The newly arrived woman looked at the sensual scene in front of her with wide-eyed shock.

"Who the fuck is that?" She pointed at the upper partner.

Sam slid off Rachel and sheepishly raised her hands.

"It's me, Sam. Easy there. We kinda... um..." She blushed. "Got carried away?"

Kim looked at the two, naked and covered in pussy juice. She had no idea what to think.

"Well, okay, get cleaned up before Hunter gets there."

During dinner, Hunter chatted happily about their new job.

"Two FTMs, three MTFs, one enby. The last one was a pickle, because I really wanted to figure out what they wanted and they still thought it was a normal therapy, so they blabbed on about pronouns and family issues... Eventually, they admitted they wanted a typical futanari look. Anyway, I made six people really, really happy today."

"I'm so glad." Kim nodded. "It can be quite overwhelming to be in a different body, all of a sudden?"

She glared at Rachel and Sam. They blushed.

"Ah, yeah, but they all were very happy..."

Some time later, Rachel lied down in bed next to Kim. The transformed shot her bedmate a look.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't apologize. Was it good?"

"What?"

"Having sex as the opposite sex. Seems like you and Sam were enjoying that?"

"Yeah, it was pretty sweet. Why are you asking?"

Kim rolled over and gazed into the wall. She was always curious what it would be like as a man. It's not like she was trans or anything, that was just a fetish, mixed with some self hate, mixed with some natural curiosity, mixed with...

Could I? Could I do it? No...

She tried her hardest to go to sleep, even as very strange thoughts bounced around her skull.

In the meantime, Rachel, already tired from today's activities, was already fast asleep.