"Anh~~"
When Emmie eases herself into me, separating my lips and stretches my folds the fullness expands to my chest, and I feel nothing more. I raise my leg to her waist to ease her access and let her go deeper.
She goes all the way, then raises her hip to pull out, before letting herself fall again. I muffle my exhale this time, but I hug her and pull her forward to feel the warmth of her much bigger chest on mine.
It takes Emmie a few tentative trusts before she finds her groove and starts going at it rhythmically. I'm so wet that soon, the sounds in the room don't come only from our mouth, but also from down there.
I manage to restrain myself at the start, but soon, I have to let go and sing like a bird in the morning.
My moans are not loud, but they are clear, just like the heat in my body as I feel our four nipples meet again and again. Even though I don't even know when my top had been unbuttoned, I can't help but push Emmie deeper with my heels in back.
"Anh~~ Anh~~ Anh~~ Anh~~ Anh~~ Anh~~"
At some point, maybe to keep things between us, and away from the ears of Helene out there, Emmie catches my head and muffles my moans with a kiss. She keeps our lips locked and our tongues engage in another tango, wetter than the one of our sweaty bodies.
"Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~"
"Mfft~ Mfft~ Mfft~ Mfft~"
This time I feel it. I feel the vagina I have below, and the swollen clit that comes with it. I feel the twitching folds around the foreign object inside me, and the heat pooling in my womb.
I feel pleasure unlike any impression that has been in the echoes bothering me. My toes curl, and I catch Emmie's breast to fondle, press, and twist it, making her writhe on top of me.
She accelerates to the best of her ability, pushing me farther than she has ever managed by just licking and sucking me. She starts tapping on the closed door at the far end of my womanhood, letting the persistent knock shake me, and tighten the coil spring winding around my lower abdomen.
The rhythmic movements meet more and more resistance, but only with an ever-growing determination that keeps it going at full blast, until I push myself upward, and lock everything down, even the foreigner inside me that tried to run away.
For a second, everything pauses, then… the explosion follows.
"MMMMHHHH~~~~~~!!!!"
I don't know if it is an illusion, but I feel as if even the walls of the room have been shaken by my orgasm-induced moan. And with that, even Helene will not be able to pretend to be unaware of our mischief anymore.
My stuffed vagina twitches, taking away with each movement more of the conflicts troubling me, because much less men, even transes who have gone all the way to change their sexes will never manage to feel the way I'm feeling, the way girls feel, the way dozens of thousands of nerves ending explode like fireworks.
I don't know if they can come close, but nothing can beat that which is natural. And I'm indeed a girl. A stuffed, full girl with difficulty breathing out the suffocating pleasure.
I don't care about the sweat on my face. Before Emmie can recover from the fatigue, I push her and flip her on her back, keeping myself speared around the over-lubricated object inside me. She looks at me in surprise.
I grin, and start jumping up and down, taking control while scratching every itch inside the wet lands myself. Halfway through, I pause at the warmth that suddenly claims my chest, and look down to see Emmie's hands on my breasts, both burying their small sizes.
She squeeze them, and twist their tips, making my toes curl, and my head snap upward for a low, guttural moan. I breathe hard, and not to be outdone, lean forward to use her own breasts as cushions for my palm, and support for my body, before I resume jumping up and down again, with breasts following suit amidst the sweat they are bathing in.
The wet sounds only grow louder inside the room, just like the warmth in my body. Emmie frees one hand and catches my clit, almost as if she has read my mind. With a rub of its lubricated form as if trying to induce fire in the most primitive way, Emmie pulls it, and squeezes it, hard.
Pain and pleasure explode like a cocktail, one that makes me squeeze her chest like a lifeline.
"MMMMHHHH~~~ ANHHHH~~~!!!"
This time, my mind goes blank, and just as I'm coming back, the waist below me slams upward to push the almost forgotten foreign invaders into the recess of my guarded lands. It slammed onto the closed door at the far back, and kissed it fiercely, almost as if to open it and invade it too.
I open my mouth toward the ceiling, frozen, until I let out an exhale full of many sensations I can't describe.
Just a bit more, and I would have felt my womb more deeply than ever before. But it is said to be painful, so it's good enough the way it is.
I exhale, and my heart starts to calm down. But apparently, Emmie has learned from me, because she flips me to the side. Before I can recover from the surprise, she raises my left leg over her shoulder, and places her hands on either side of me. She laughs at my dumbfounded appearance as I feel her reposition herself, then pushes forward.
I instinctively tighten at the invasion that flows way too smoothly as I raise myself on my elbow. But that is all I manage to do, because Emmie, using her weight as she leans on her hands, starts plowing me with renewed energy, as if with vengeance, keeping me down in pleasurable weakness.
My moans return to creating a melody in the room, a way for me to reacquaint myself with my own voice while my mind, addled with the pleasure that has risen and fallen again and again, starts emptying.
In the hazy blankness, I feel a hand go to my chest, fondle it, squeeze it, twist its tip. And it is only when the tension in my womb explodes once again, that I know that the hand is actually mine.
With a plopping sound, Emmie disengages herself from me, and soon, I feel her tongue cleaning me up, lapping the product of her effort. Or maybe I should say of our combined effort.
In that moment, the past is particularly foggy, and the present, particularly clear, with the clarity coming from my still reflexively twitching womb.
In that moment, between the soft pleasure of the tongue licking my lips and the welcomed emptiness of my mind, I wonder, what it will be like to use that womb for what it has been created for. What will it be like to be a girl all the way, to conceive and give birth to a child?
Will that drown that inner conflict once and for all?