Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 12:41:42 -0700
From: Softly Susan <softlysusan@gmail.com>
Subject: Gift of the Goddess - Part I

GIFT of the GODDESS ? PART I

By: Softly Susan


It has only been mere minutes since your wife slipped the ancient necklace
around your neck. The decision to use the amulet took months of intense
emotional discussion, but here you are now, lying on your back in the bed
in which you consummated your marriage all those years ago. Your wife is
lying naked across the foot of the bed, rubbing her pussy gently as she
watches your body change shape.

"I can't believe it", she moans, "You are becoming like me. You are
becoming a woman".

Your cock is sinking slowly into your body. The tip is becoming more
sensitive as it goes. Your testicles have begun to migrate up into your
abdomen, and are becoming ovaries and a uterus. The sides of your scrotum
are thickening and becoming labia. Your voice has already risen in
pitch. You release a series of feminine moans in anticipation of the new
pussy you are about to have.

"It's so hot watching your cock disappear", your wife continues, "I've
always wished you had a pussy like me. It feels so good. I can't wait until
you get to experience it with me. I can't wait to lick and suck your vagina
until you're screaming in pleasure." Taking her hand away from her own
pussy momentarily, she reaches between your smooth feminized thighs and
gently squeezes the tip of your shrinking penis. It feels incredible, and a
womanly gasp escapes your lips.

"That's nothing", she says, "Wait until it turns into a clit!"

Just then, you feel a stirring in your chest, and look down in time to see
your nipples growing and new breasts expanding slowly outward. They are
beautiful, soft and round, and your hands slide up to greet them. You feel
them growing outward, and you don't want them to stop.

"Oh my God", your wife exclaims, "You're growing tits! This is so
wonderful! You're going to love having boobs!"

She crawls up to your chest, resting her own boobs against your stomach,
and she grasps your expanding breasts, squeezing and kneading them. It
feels so good, and you moan uncontrollably. She smiles up at you, and
without breaking her lust-filled gaze, she takes a newly enlarged nipple
into her mouth and sucks. The feeling is incredible, and causes you to arch
your bad and gasp. You feel your bi-gendered genitals respond, tingling as
your now-miniscule penis grows erect.

Your cock is so small now, and you and your wife watch the last centimeter
retreat into your body, and gaze in amazement as a hood grows over it. The
hood caresses your new clit as it spreads across the surface, and your
moans grow stronger than ever. Your hips are wide, your skin is soft, and
your hands and feet small and delicate. You join your wife and hold your
large tits in your small hands, and squeeze them together in a haze of
feminine pleasure as you feel your pussy lips thicken, your slit deepen and
your vaginal canal forming. Every physical sensation is pure ecstasy.

Your former wife- or rather your new lesbian lover- straddles your face
with her glistening vagina as she looks over her shoulder, witnessing the
final changes taking place between your legs. "Look at what you're about to
have", she says, "Look at my beautiful pussy". You do as she instructs,
studying her vagina. You love her mound, the way it appears dramatically at
her pubic bone and curves deliciously downward between her legs, ending
just before her asshole. Her pussy slit makes you salivate, and you wonder
in amazement at the way it begins at the thickest part of her mound, a thin
black line that continues downward to her vaginal canal, where it widens
slightly, giving you a beautiful glimpse at her labia minora tucked
inside. You know those lips open like an exotic flower when she spreads her
legs, and you long to lick and suck them. You are amazed at the
curvaceousness of it all, at the thick, luxurious softness of her lips and
mound.

You sense a sort of finality in your own groin, and press your knees
together in curiosity. Your knees touch, but your thighs do not. You feel a
cool emptiness between your legs, even as you feel the complex layers of
your new pussy gather and squeeze together. It feels like a small ball of
soft flesh with a cool indent running the length, down to your anus. You
can't wait to touch it.

"I love how your body turned out, although I didn't expect you to have a
completely bald pussy. There's no hair anywhere! You look delicious!", she
says softly, caressing one of your smooth thighs. "I'm so glad you wanted
to become a woman. I was craving pussy so bad, and I would have left you
for a woman if you hadn't agreed to become one. This makes things so much
easier."

Her hand slides down your thigh and touches your new pussy. You feel how
incredibly soft and flat it is compared to your cock. Your cunt yields to
her finger as she slides it gently through your pussy lips.

"Yum", she says, "Are you ready for some fun?"

"Yes", you purr, surprised by your own feminine voice, "This feels so
good!"

"Wait until you feel what I'm about to do", she whispers, "My girlfriends
and I used to do this with our smooth wet pussies before we were married. I
miss it so bad".

Without hesitation, your wife spreads her legs and positions her vagina
over yours. It's wetter than you've ever seen it before, and you hear a
slight smacking sound as it opens up. You realize all the headaches, all
the dodging, all the claims that she was on her period or suffering from
yeast infections during your marriage were simply due to lack of interest
in your hairy, cumbersome male body. She's always been a pussy-hungry
lesbian. She's proving that to you now.

Suddenly, you feel her thick, soft, wet vulva mash against your own. Your
pussy lips plump up and spread open to greet hers, and you feel one of her
puffy labia settle into your hungry slit. You can't believe how good it
feels, the ultra-sensitive flesh of your pussy against hers, and you nearly
pass out from the pleasure of first contact. She moans through a smile, and
laughs. "I think someone likes being a woman. I think someone likes their
soft, wet, pussy. I certainly love mine".

She slides her wet pussy against yours, and the plump glistening folds
mingle in a deep, satisfying cunt kiss. It feels incredible, and when you
experience her clit bump into yours for the first time- like the tip of two
stiff orgasmic tongues meeting in an open eager mouths- you let out a
feminine squeal.

"Ahh, I found your clitty didn't I?", your wife smiles.

"Is that what it was?", you pant in surprise, "How can anything feel that
good? I can't believe it!"

"There will be many things you can't believe from now on", she answers,
"Being a woman, being a lesbian woman, is better than anything. Men can
only imagine the pleasure our pussies are capable of giving us".

The two of you continue tribbing, your soft folds mashing against one
another, swollen lips swirling around in a dance of slick wet flesh. Your
clits are bumping in a rhythm now, and you can feel an orgasm building. It
has already surpassed what you've ever felt as a male, and you scream with
wild abandon. Your soft, fleshy body has a mind of its own. You can't
control it. You have to let go. You can feel your tits growing big and firm
as your climax approaches. You love the way they bounce gently on your
chest. You love the sight of your erect nipples, so big and hard. You
become aware of your vaginal canal as a steady stream of girl cum flows out
of your new hole and the walls begin to ripple and pulse with the
inevitable explosion of pleasure.

Then it hits.

Your pussy throbs, and it feels as if your whole abdomen is
swallowing. Waves of pleasure flow up from your clit through your
body. Your open vagina ejaculates girl cum into your wife?s waiting
pussy. Your eyes roll back in your head. You scream in delight, having
never felt this kind of pleasure. It is so blindingly intense that you lose
your connection with your surroundings. The whole world is you and your
soft, throbbing snatch.

"Oh God, yes. " you scream.

Somewhere, far away, you hear your wife doing the same. You both have
pussies now, you're both equal. No longer do you have to guess what it
feels like for her, for all women. No longer do you have to lumber clumsily
through the world in your ugly male body. No longer is she deprived of a
gorgeous wet pussy and soft tits to give her pleasure every night, rather
than the musky, ugly hard cock you used to have. You don't miss it. You
know you never will. You have a mound of heavenly pussy flesh between your
legs now. You are a woman.

After the two of you come down together, she gives your hard nipple a quick
suck, making you jump in pleasure again. She hands you a pair of silken
panties.

"Put these on", she says, "And savor the way they hug your slit. I know it
will be your first time feeling it".

You pull them on, one leg at a time, and slide them up. The gusset touches
your bald wet pussy, and then conforms to it. You spread your legs
slightly, and the elastic bands pull up into the crevices between your cunt
and your thighs. It feels amazing. The fabric touches every inch of you,
and you feel cradled. You reach down slowly, cup your soft vulva in your
hand, and squeeze.

"Oh", you say, feeling the big soft lips of your puffy camel toe pussy and
the pouting slit between through the satin fabric. You look down at your
curvaceous vulva nestled beautifully in your panties and you touch your
mound, pulling upward and causing the two impossibly soft lips that frame
your cunt to pop out revealingly through the fabric. It is one of the most
beautiful and soul-satisfying images you have ever seen. "It's so pretty!
I'm going to love having a cunt so much!", you exclaim.

"I'm going to love it too", your wife smiles, and she gives you a hug. You
notice the feel of your large tits mashing into hers, and you nearly cry in
happiness. Your pussies touch as well, two soft mounds of quivering flesh
hidden between your silken thighs. You realize you will never regret
becoming a woman. "Let?s go take a dip in our whirlpool tub", she adds, "I
want to soap up your tits and massage them. I want to wash your thick,
luxurious hair, and kiss your feminine mouth. You can do the same for me".

"With pleasure", you answer, and take her soft little hand in yours,
enjoying the look of her curvaceous feminine ass as she leads you to the
bathroom, knowing your ass looks similar now. She bends over to turn the
water on, and her puffy pussy appears between her legs like two gossamer
pillows mashed together. She notices your gaze.

"Do you like the way my pussy looks when I bend over?", she says, "I bet
your cunt looks even more beautiful than mine. Pull down your panties and
let me see it!"

You comply, pulling the silken panties down your smooth thighs. You gasp as
the panty gusset leaves your soft vulva exposed to the cool air. After you
step out of the panties, you bend over as your wife requested. As you do
so, you feel your curvaceous slit pop out between your legs, your thighs
mashing your pussy together into a irresistible camel toe. As the tub fills
with water and bubbles, you wife bends down behind you and runs her tongue
through your vulva.

Oh God", you moan, "That feels so wonderful. What have you done to me?"

"I've given you a beautiful gift", you wife answers, taking her face away
from your wanton pussy, "I've given you the gift of womanhood, of soft
yielding flesh, of gentle curves, long life, beauty, and multiple
orgasm. Most men think that living as a woman- living without a cock
dangling between their hairy legs- would be a step down in life. Little do
they know that the opposite is true."

"I understand now", you say, "I could never live as a man again".

"I am so glad", she answers, "Besides, you can never go back. You will
never have a cock again. You will be a woman for the rest of your life."

"A very happy woman", you add, embracing your smooth, naked wife in a
gentle feminine hug.

You step into the hot whirlpool tub with your wife, and your smooth skin is
coated in lavender bubbles. Your wife approaches you, gives you a deep kiss
that lasts for several minutes, and begins massaging your breasts. The
lavender oils have coated your large tits, and her hands slide smoothly
over your soft flesh. She squeezes your glorious mounds together, lets them
slide slowly out of her embrace, then slips her hands underneath and does
it again. The feel your wife's hands swirling around your boobs, the feel
of your large chest being squeezed and cradled by her, makes you gasp with
pleasure. When she takes a nipple in her mouth, you can feel your pussy
pulse and open wide in response.

"I bet this is making your cunt so hot", your wife tell you.

"Oooh yes", you say, hoping she doesn't stop what she was doing, "I can
feel it enlarging... growing wet and open".

"I have just the remedy", she smiles teasingly, and she reaches her hand
along the side of the tub and switches on the water jets. "Lift your sexy
ass high enough to let the water run through your pussy slit", she
commands.

You comply, finding a jet behind you. As you lift your curvaceous butt and
spread your legs, you feel the water rushing through your crack. It feels
wonderful on your soft, hairless ass. Suddenly, however, the jet finds the
wide, feminine gap between your thighs, and the water rushes straight
through your swollen vulva.

"Ooooh", you moan loudly, "I can't believe how good this feels. This can't
be possible. How can it feel so good?"

Your wife, holding you now, her round oiled breasts fighting for space with
slick tits in a delicious mammary dance, whispers in your ear. "Because the
goddess blessed women with pussies, with ultra-sensitive clits and deep
vaginas. She rewarded us in so many ways."

"Ooooohhh", you continue to moan as the water runs over your swollen
clitoris, an organ no bigger than the tip of your pinky finger but with
more nerve endings than your former cock, "Why don't all men become women?
It feels so good, so fulfilling!"

Your wife smiles broadly. "Men are useful. We use them to do the dangerous
and heavy work. We use them for the money they generate. We use them for
sperm. Some are even pleasant to spend time with, and a woman can learn to
care deeply for a man, as I did with you. You, my love, were a rare kind of
man, a man with a feminine spirit. It is why I was attracted to you in the
beginning, it is why the Goddess heard my pleas, and it is why you are now
a woman. As for average men, though they are dull, mecnanical creatures, we
need SOME of them. They're a means to an end!"

You miss her last few words. The water sliding through your vagina,
rippling your labia minora and hitting your clit with delicious force, has
brought you to your second climax as a woman. You suck on your wife's neck
as your pussy explodes with pleasure, better than before. With your legs
spread, and the entrance to your new vagina open, you can feel your cunt
spasms so acutely. Your canal constricts and relaxes in waves of spasm that
leave you breathless. Your clit spreads warm pleasure through your body,
ten times more intense than your best male orgasm, like a rush of hot
liquid. It doesn't stop. It keeps going, and you feel as if you will be
driven insane by the sheer ecstasy of the never-ending moment. All you see
is white light. You are riding on the edge of a cloud in a heavenly realm,
and you are only dimly aware of your own passionate screams. You've always
wondered why women make these sounds. Now you know.

As you come down from the orgasm, shaking and weak, you relax into your
wife's arms. She holds you gently, maternally. She caresses your thick,
luxurious hair... hair you did not have only an hour ago. You feel your
pussy, plump and soft between your closed legs, continue to send random
spasms of pleasure into your abdomen. It doesn't want to stop. It doesn't
have to stop. It's a cunt, not a cock.

"Did I die?", you whisper into your wife?s soft bosom, "Did I go to
heaven?"

"No, my love", she answers, "But you have left hell. You've left the hell
of being trapped, for life, in the body of a man".

With her words, you begin to cry. Not tears of sadness, but tears of
joy. You never knew you wanted to be a woman. You thought you liked being a
man. When your wife approached you, telling you she could no longer live
without the soft and deeply fulfilling presence of another woman in her
bed, you thought your marriage was over. You had such deep love for her
that you were willing to let her go and find happiness with another. You
wished you had the qualities that she desired, but knew that it was not
possible. You could never become a real woman. You could only become a
rough facsimile, a man to whom estrogen had given small breasts and soft
skin, but who could never have the real shape, and the real feminine
equipment, of a woman born female. When you told your wife you understood,
and supported her decisions, whatever they may be, she told you about the
amulet. She told you it was very old, older than history. She said it had
saved humanity on many occasions, when we lived in small tribes, and too
many young women died in childbirth for the race to continue on. You
learned about the sisterhood, about how all societies are, at their core,
defined by women. You learned that the amulet was a gift of the goddess,
who still touched the lives of all women, who blessed their existence with
wonderful gifts and secret knowledge.

When your wife said that you could become her lesbian soul partner, that
there was a way for you to become a real woman, you were skeptical at
first. You promised her you would do it if you could, but did not believe
it was truly possible. You didn't want to be a transsexual, seen as a man
in a dress for the rest of your life. She laughed then, and invited you to
a secret meeting of the sisterhood. It was in the guise of a baby shower,
and you were greeted warmly by throngs of women in a large, remote suburban
home. There was another man at the party, and he arrived in pair of loose
jeans and a button shirt with a bundle of women's clothing in his
arms. Your wife and you sat in a large gathering circle with the women, and
the man took his place in the center. He faced what your wife said was the
high priestess, and she asked him many gentle questions.

"You are transsexual?", she inquired.

"Yes, and no", he answered in a delicate voice, "I am what medicine calls
an 'xxy male'. Although I look male on the outside, I have always felt
myself to be female. The y gene I inherited has only provided a cruel kind
of emotional torture, masking the true feminine nature that was my genetic
birthright."

You noted the murmurs of empathy from around the circle. There was much
love in the room.

"Have you committed rape or child abuse? Have you defiled other women?"

"I have not priestess", he answered, bowing respectfully.

"Then the amulet will be placed around your neck", she said softly, "Your
maleness will be purged, and you will be whole. Your new name will be
Susan."

"Bless you priestess", he returned.

From another room, a woman in a white flowing gown walked gracefully to the
man, and placed an ancient necklace with glowing amulet around his
still-kneeling neck. Once finished she helped the man lay on his back in a
pile of soft pillows. The amulet worked at once, and you watched in
amazement as the man's skin and hair became more feminine in
appearance. The button shirt began to expand outward as two large breasts
grew quickly on his chest. He slid his now delicate hands up to feel them
for the first time, and moans of pleasure poured involuntarily from his
mouth. Hips expanded to fill the loose jeans, even as they and the shirt
grew loose everywhere else. The man was moaning loudly now, and your wife
bent over to whisper in your ear.

"He's experiencing the final changes", she said, "He's growing a soft,
beautiful pussy. It's almost over".

Less than a minute later, then man slumped quietly into the pillows,
exhausted. The priestess arose and helped him, or rather her, to her
feet. She lifted the button shirt over the new woman's head, revealing
beautiful round breasts. Then, she helped the new woman out of the old
jeans and the boxers underneath. The new woman's body was stunning, and you
felt your cock stir in your pants. The priestess took the feminine
clothing, a gorgeous loose summer dress, and slipped it over the new
woman's body. When finished, she stood back a little, holding the woman's
hands in hers.

"Welcome to the sisterhood Susan", she said happily, and the circle burst
into cheers, rising to their feet and running to greet the new member. You
could not believe what you were witnessing. The new woman sobbed tears of
joy while her sisters, one of whom was your wife, hugged and kissed
her. The ritual was beautiful.

"Where did you go?", your wife asks you, "You look as if you're a thousand
miles away."

You suddenly remember where you are, who you are. You are a new woman, like
the man who was transformed in the ritual a month earlier, and you are
naked and submerged in warm soapy water, cradled in your wife's ample
bosom. You feel large, round tits hanging off your chest, the nipples like
hard sensitive buttons. You feel your pussy between your legs, two thick,
soft lips pressed between your thighs protecting an ultra-sensitive clit
and the entrance to your new vagina. Like the woman who was transformed,
you are incredibly happy.

"I was thinking about the sisterhood, about the man who became a soft,
beautiful woman before my eyes".

"Yes", your wife answers, "He was blessed. The priestess met him on the
street at the market. He was dressed in women's clothing, wearing a wig and
makeup and attempting to live as a woman, even though he was large and
masculine and had no pussy. He was taking estrogen, and the changes to his
body were so slight that he had no chance of ever passing. People stared at
him, and treated him like a freak. All he wanted was a normal life as a
woman, and he had to suffer for it. Hormones, hair removal, invasive
surgery... and despite it all, his prospects were bleak. The priestess took
pity on him, approaching him and inviting him to a meeting of the
sisterhood. He gladly accepted, and the process began. We all interviewed
him. Through ancient magic, we allowed him to feel what we feel as women, a
life in a curvaceous body, with breasts and a plump wet vagina hidden
between our thighs. He passed our tests, and the priestess approved the
ritual you witnessed. She is one of us now."

"How is she doing?", you ask.

"She is doing well. She is now one of the many lesbian lovers of the
priestess, living in a large communal home in the high canyons. It is a
secluded property where women can roam nude, exposing their nude pussies
and soft breasts to the natural world around them. It is as it should
be. The property is protected by the Goddess. Men who ignore the No
Trespassing signs and wander on are stripped of their masculinity. They are
not given a beautiful soft vagina, as you and I have, but their cock and
balls shrink into their body, and they are blank between their legs. Their
facial and body hair disappears as well, their bodies grow short and thin,
their muscles weak.

"I've seen a story about that on the local news", you say in amazement,
"Men who come back from hunting trips looking completely
different. Shorter, thinner, hairless and without a penis".

"Now you know why", your wife answers. "They will remain in that form for
the rest of their lives, unless the Goddess decides to show mercy, and
split their blank crotches into fully functioning pussies".

"That can happen?", you ask excitedly.

"Oh yes", your wife smiles, "Imagine it. You are just living your life, a
bald, flat, hairless mound between your legs. You cannot have an orgasm,
but can only urinate through a tiny hole. One day, quite suddenly, you feel
a stirring between your legs. You run to the bathroom for privacy, pull
down your pants, and spread your legs wide, pulling your panties to the
side. To your amazement, your crotch begins to plump up and soften. You
feel churning beneath your skin, and you grasp your groin, wondering what's
happening. For the first time in years, there is an orgasmic feeling there,
especially when you rub the top of your mound where you now feel a hard
little nub just under the skin. A gentle ripping sensation begins at the
indentation, and your brand new pussy lips pull apart from there like two
sheets of sticky soft dough. Your eyes widen in amazement. Is this really
happening? Your fingers, which had been rubbing that nub, fall gently into
the soft, wet folds of your beautiful pussy... the most sensitive place
you've ever experienced in your lifetime. The fingers find the nub, and
touch it directly... moving it from side to side or tracing circles around
it. Moving downward, your fingers fall into your new hole. The thick lips
of your vagina stretch to accommodate them, and you moan loudly. You notice
a jiggly sensation on your chest. You look down to find that your t-shirt
has been filled with two huge mounds of tit-flesh. You squeeze one of your
new breasts, and the sensation is amazing. You notice, looking down, that
your hips have widened, and you realize you have become a woman. You slide
a hand across your scalp, and you feel a full, luxurious head of hair.

You call out to your loving wife, who has remained with you through your
mysterious ordeal. "Honey!", you exclaim in your new feminine voice,
grasping your throat when you hear it, "Something just happened! I need
you!." You make your way to your bed awkwardly, not used to your new, lower
center of gravity. You can feel your soft, plump pussy between your legs
where your blank crotch used to be, stretching the gusset of your now-tight
panties into a plump camel-toe. You feel the lips of your pussy slide
against one another as you walk, and you feel drips of wetness come from
your vagina hole. You fall onto the bed and spread your legs, grasping your
new pussy mound, just as your wife walks through the door. "Honey, I don't
know what's happening!", you mutter, almost apologetically, and she stands
there, seemingly unable to process what she's seeing. You begin to worry,
but unbeknown to you, the Goddess is working on her mind. Suddenly, she is
overwhelmed by the beauty of your form. She is attracted to you as a female
in a way she never felt about another woman. The Goddess gifts her with
deep, lesbian lust, and without a word, she kneels by the foot of the bed,
pulls your hand and your panties gently to the side, and buries her mouth
in your wet, open vulva. Though she has never craved pussy before, your
slit feels soft, silky and intoxicating to her, and when she feels you
squirm under the expert movements of her lips and tongue, it gratifies her
in a way your former cock never did. Soon, her hand dips under the
waistband of her panties, and she is working her own clit even as she sucks
and licks you to ecstasy. You feel an incredible feeling building in your
groin, like a balloon of hot liquid inflating in your body right above your
clitoris, and as soon as you feel that it can grow no larger, it
breaks. Hot, liquid waves of intense orgasm explode in your new pussy, and
flow through your entire body. Your wife, reluctant to pull her face from
the wet, gossamer folds of your vagina, cries out in her own orgasm. "I
love you!", she screams between waves of pleasure, "I am so happy you are a
woman!"

"Oh, how wonderful that would be for those poor men".

"I have a wonderful gift for you as well", your wife answers. She takes
your slim, delicate hand in hers, and leads you to the living room. Once
again, you enjoy the look of her wide hips and curvaceous ass. You can see
the curve of her pussy mound through the gap in her thighs. You know your
ass and pussy look the same, and you feel your cunt twitch at the
thought. Your snatch is still wet, and you feel your pussy lips sliding
gently against one another with every step you take. No longer do you feel
the weight of a cock and balls, nor the swinging sensation and stickiness
you've become accustomed to. It all serves as a stark reminder that you are
no longer a man. Everything you need to be sexually satisfied, to enjoy
amazing orgasm on a level you never imagined possible, is tucked neatly
inside your soft mound.

"Here we are", your wife says seductively, and pushes you gently into the
overstuffed couch. Your body is smaller and lighter now, and with no hair
to dull the sensation, you feel as if the couch is holding you, swathing
you in soft fabric. Your wife sits at the other end of the couch, and you
instinctively intertwine your spread legs in hers, pussies nearly
touching. Your cunt feels open, wet and excited, and you resist the urge to
slide it toward your wife's vagina, mashing them into a soft, quivering
mass of smacking cunt flesh. You resist, because you know your woman has
something else in mind.

As if on cue, she reaches into the couch pillows and pulls out a long,
thick, penis-shaped double-dildo.

"I've been saving this for just the right occasion", she purrs
seductively. Not breaking her loving gaze into your eyes, and the sly
little grin on her lips, she slides one of the semi-transparent heads of
the red dildo between her breasts, across her flat, smooth stomach, inching
it toward her gaping wet hole. Your heart quickens at the beautiful sight,
and you realize you are anxious about having such a large object in your
tiny little pussy. Will it fit?!?

The head of the faux-cock reaches your wife's snatch, and with no visible
resistance, slides in smoothly. "Ohh", she moans, closing her eyes, "You've
made me so wet." She slides the dildo in and out of her lovely body a
couple times, coating it in her sweet juices, and she opens her eyes again,
fixing her gaze on you.

"Your turn", she says.

Leaning forward, your wife takes the exposed end of the double dildo, and
arcs it slowly toward your gaping vagina. You close your eyes, breathing
rapidly in anticipation. Is this going hurt?

"Relax", your wife says, "Let the cock enter your pussy. Let it slide in."

You relax just as the tip of the phallus touches the top of your slit. Your
wife presses on, and the dildo slides smoothly down over your hard clit,
making you gasp in pleasure. "Almost there", your lovely wife whispers, and
she's right. As the dildo leaves your clit, you feel the resistance to its
entrance fall away, it slides between your open pussy lips and into your
vagina like a hot knife through butter. Your male mind expects it to stop,
but it doesn't. The rubber cock continues to slide inside, and you feel
every ripple, every vein, every inch as it goes. You gasp, partly from
pleasure and partly from the alien sensations. The cock tugs on your labia
minora and underlying tissue, which you understand hold pleasure nerves
which fork out from your clit. The hood of your clit is also being tugged
gently. You spread your legs wide, and lean forward, gazing into your
filled snatch. Once again, there is a cock between your legs, but this time
it is inside you, not dangling awkwardly from your body like an ugly garden
hose. You are no longer the giver, but the receiver, and it feels
delicious. "Ooohhh", you exclaim.

Your wife begins to slide it out, and a whole new group of sensations
result. The lips around your hole turn outward, hugging the phallus gently
as it leaves your body. It's almost as if your cunt doesn't want to say
goodbye. "Your pussy is so tight!", your wife exclaims, "I love the way it
looks!"

"I love the way it feels!", you say through rapid breaths.

Suddenly, the dildo pops out of your body, leaving your vagina gaping and
empty. "No!", you complain, "I need it inside me! Please!"

"Ooo", your wife teases, "Someone has a hungry pussy!"

She's right. Your vagina feels empty, open, cold and unsatisfied, not
unlike the feeling of needing to eat. Although you'd only tried it for the
first time mere seconds before, your wife held the world's most gratifying
delicacy in her petite hand.

"Please put it in!", you moan, "I need it!"

"With pleasure", your wife answers, and pushes the dildo back into your
dripping snatch in one fluid movement. The feeling makes you gasp loudly,
taking your breath away, and as you come down, you realize the dildo is
moving in and out of your pussy.

You are being fucked for the first time.

"Oh my God, yes!", you scream involuntarily. Your wife is moving her hips
wildly, and the double dildo is sliding out of her snatch and into yours,
then back again, over and over. It is a rhythmic dance of pleasure like
you've never felt before. You join in, bucking your hips as well, and the
dildo moves and bends unpredictably, at times not moving at all, and at
times popping into your vagina violently, pleasurably. Panting, glistening
with sweat, breasts bouncing gorgeously, you mutter through strained
breaths, "This is amazing. I never knew it was like this for women! Why
didn't you tell me?"

Through labored breathes, smiling and closing her eyes, she answers, "I
would never be able to describe it in words. The bodies of men are so dull,
so practical, there is nothing to compare it to. They feel a tiny pinprick
of pleasure at the tip of their cocks when they come. Women feel ten times
that feeling, spread over their entire body. There is no comparison!"

Fucking wildly, you speak in loose jolts, interspersed with cries of
pleasure. "Why? Why is it so unequal? It doesn't seem fair!"

Your wife continues to ride the cock, eyes closed. "It's because there is
no God, only the Goddess. The Goddess awards those who suffer through a
previous life of maleness with a female form, if they have lived
decently. You managed to skip over that bit, and I am endlessly happy for
you. We will live a beautiful, long life as female lovers, cradled in one
another's smooth arms".

(to be continued?)

This Story is Dedicated to Pussy-Loving Women Trapped in Heterosexual
Relationships, Wherever You May Be ? Softly Susan

COPYRIGHT

Gift of the Goddess ? Part I is copyrighted (c) 2011 by Softly Susan. All
rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form by any
electronic or mechanical means (including photocopying, recording, or
information storage and retrieval) without permission in writing from the
writer.

DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead (unless
explicitly noted) is merely coincidental.

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