Ari leaned in and kissed Harold, first gently but then with more force. Without even realizing it Harold opened his lips and gave Ari even more access to his mouth, to his libido. Their lips were moving slowly, rhythmically in a dance as Ari lifted Harold’s top. Harold raised his arms and Ari momentarily pulled back to completely remove the top. Ari tossed it aside and lunged forcefully back into Harold’s lips. Harold gasped, felt his breath drawn away from him by Ari’s gulping kisses.
Harold abandoned himself to Ari, single-mindedly obsessed or possessed as she was. Ari roughly yanked Harold’s bottom from his hips, scratching his skin with her fingernails. Ari knelt down while pulling Harold by the neck with one hand and tugging on his bottoms, never letting her lips drift from his. She deftly removed the belly-dancer’s skirt and panties that Harold had been wearing while gently lowering Harold onto the pillows. She went from hard to soft, slow to fast in moments, constantly adjusting the tenor of her movements based on both her feelings and those she sensed from Harold.
Harold was somewhere close to heaven, a pair of lips being probed by lips that felt like they might be even more intimately part of him than the lips he felt as his own. His chest was heaving, his breath rapid. He could feel his nipples hardening, becoming ever more sensitive. They were so hard they hurt. He was arching his back, feeling his stomach muscles softly ripple as he did so. He simultaneously wanted to squeeze his legs shut and throw them completely open. The flesh of his thighs were covered in goose bumps. He’d never felt so naked, so vulnerable, so willing to abandon himself to another.
Harold could feel Ari’s hand behind his neck slowly lift his head as they kissed. Harold had one hand wrapped around Ari’s neck and his other caressing her chest hair. He was surprised by how excited he was by feeling her chest. It was much more muscular than he’d remembered it being when he occupied that body. He also had a brief flash of a conversation he’d had with an evolutionary psychologist who claimed that women were attracted to men’s “cage,” the thickness of their rib cage, the breadth of their chest and shoulders. He hadn’t given it much credence at the time, but now, in this sensuous woman’s body, he fully acknowledged how hot Ari’s cage was making him. Part of her chest was rubbing against the side of his breast, her chest hair tickling his areola and nipple. Harold moaned whenever the flesh of her chest lightly touched his nipple.
Ari’s other arm had been lying across Harold’s stomach and his hand had been gently caressing her muscular forearm. But as Ari ran the fingers of her right hand up through Harold’s long wavy black hair, she slowly slid her left hand down Harold’s belly into his pubic hair. Harold squeezed Ari’s neck with his left arm, pulling her mouth deeper into his own. Harold shoved his tongue into Ari’s mouth as he felt his sexual pleasure increasing to a threshold that changed the nature of his experience of living. Ari simultaneously moved her left leg over Harold’s left, curling her foot under his knee and pulling it toward her, underneath her, widening the spread of Harold’s legs. Harold gasped, sucking air from Ari’s mouth as his pussy spread slightly apart, exposed to air for the first time since Harold had assumed this body.
Harold became aware of just how wet he was; the pubic hair on either side of his lips were soaked, sticky, clinging to flesh. His lips felt like they were drenched and that there was liquid sitting like a tiny puddle in his vaginal opening with occasional drips sliding past his perineum, over his anus, down either side of his ass cheeks, and onto the pillows underneath. Harold’s clit was throbbing, achingly engorged. He could feel air on it as it clearly had swelled beyond its hood.
Ari’s cock was rubbing against the side of Harold’s ass and hip. Harold could feel it throbbing against him, as if blood continuously flushed into it and never drained back out. He didn’t know if it was because he was in a woman’s body or if he had just misjudged the size of the cock when it was his, but it felt huge against his ass and hip. That excited him even more and he slid his hand down into his pubic hair, over Ari’s hand, and stopped just short of the hood of his clit.
Their kisses had become open mouths pressed against one another, each of them breathing in and out of the other’s mouth. Ari was overwhelmed by the feeling of her cock. It was swelling so much she thought the skin might burst. But, God, did it feel goooood rubbing up against the silky skin of Harold’s ass and hip. Her cock was pulsating and it felt to Ari as if the base of her cock started at the lower opening of her anus. The entire region was a mass of nerves and the heat, dear Lord, the heat coming from her crotch was like an volcano. She had remembered heat in her loins as a woman, but it was different than this. This heat seemed to be centered right beneath the scrotum—which had shriveled and all but buried itself into her crotch—and emanated outward in every direction covering her entire body. Her crotch was sweaty, yes, but her whole body seemed to be covered in a mist of perspiration. She could smell the mix of her musky scent intermingled with the aroma coming from Harold’s juices. She was surprised at how much the scents from Harold’s pussy turned her on. It was everything she could do not to mount him and fuck him like a demon.
Instead, Ari slowly moved her hand down to the slickness of Harold’s hood and then his clit. Harold threw his head back and moaned loudly. Ari opened her eyes and watched Harold’s face, his mouth wide open and his eyes squeezed shut. She smiled and began gently probing around Harold’s pussy. Ari knew it well; it had been her own for countless years. Still, she wasn’t sure how to use a man’s hands to make it feel like she liked it when she had used her own as a woman … or as other women had used their hands on her. She hadn’t mentioned it to Harold, but she had never had sex with a man as a woman. The body she was probing now was that of a virgin, at least when it came to men. Ari smiled to herself as she realized she was going to be the first man to fuck her former body. She tried to suppress a laugh, but couldn’t.
Harold didn’t hear the laughter at all. With his eyes shut and his open mouth emanating a silent scream, he felt nothing but the fingers of Ari playing his pussy lips, gently caressing his clit, teasing his vaginal opening—he tried thrusting his hips downward to force his vagina onto Ari’s fingers, but Ari pulled them away every time. If Harold could have spoken he would have agreed that Ari knew exactly when, where, and how to touch his body. He hadn’t lost consciousness, but his consciousness was not something easily discernible as consciousness. It was experiencing a kaleidoscope of sensations and feelings, unable to function in any way but sexually. Literally. Harold could not have come out of his sexual trance even if another began shaking him. He had somehow created an experience too extreme for the concept of abandonment to capture. He was lost and didn’t want to be found.
Ari moved her leg off Harold as she laid Harold’s head on a pillow with her right hand. She then moved her right hand down along his body. She placed her left hand between Harold’s legs and used it to prop herself so she could hop over Harold’s left leg. Her body landed in the middle of Harold’s legs as she slid her right hand down Harold’s belly, through his pubic hair, and onto his inner thigh. He slowly lifted and pushed out and up as he did the same with his left hand on Harold’s right leg. Ari looked at Harold’s pussy. She marveled at it. She’d never seen her former pussy from this angle. She was in awe. It was so beautiful, so perfect, so deliciously wet and ready to suckle.
When Harold felt his legs opened wide and pushed back he felt all the air in his lungs heaving from his chest through his throat and mouth. He tried to take a breath but the muscles weren’t working. It seemed like a lifetime passed before he sucked in a new breath. As he inhaled he swallowed words: “Oh my God.” It would have been a scream but there was not the capacity. The sensation was a scream, though. Harold smelled more fully the aroma of his own wetness. He instinctively felt embarrassed and briefly retracted his earlier abandon. He remembered, though, how much he was aroused by that scent as a man and trusted that Ari wouldn’t be turned off by his soaking pussy or the strength of his scent.
Harold didn’t need to try too hard to let go of those thoughts because Ari quickly buried her head in Harold’s crotch. It wasn’t forceful or rough, but there was a sensation of fullness as Ari’s entire mouth was around the whole of Harold’s pussy. As Ari slowly closed her lips into a kiss with Harold’s lips, he lost track of his thoughts again. He thrust his hips forward but Ari reacted well. She pressed down against his thighs, firmly holding Harold in place. Ari flicked her tongue lightly over Harold’s clit and then swam up under his hood, playing with Harold's clit like a cat with a ball of string.
This time Harold had the lungs to really moan. Ari looked up toward Harold’s face. She saw through his finely-haired pubes the bottom of his chin between two lovely mounds of breast. Ari moved her tongue down to Harold’s vagina and circled the opening before thrusting it in as far as she could. Ari felt her head yanked forward as Harold had partially sat up and grabbed the back of her head with both hands. Ari could barely breathe, but she gave Harold what he wanted, darting her tongue in and out of her vagina. Ari pulled Harold’s hands off her head, inhaled deeply, and then moved her mouth up to the lips near Harold’s clitoris. She wrapped her lips around Harold’s hood, clit, and lips and sucked them in her mouth all at once. She probed with her tongue, found the clit, and began to flick her tongue from side to side while her lips were still suckling Harold’s lips and hood.
For the first time, Harold screamed. He had never screamed while having sex as a man. Moaned? Yes. But he’d never screamed. It was a long scream, a blaring siren of sound that signified Harold’s shock and pleasure at having his pussy eaten by Ari. Harold had laid back against the pillows after Ari removed his hands from her head. When she had taken him in her mouth and rabbit-flicked her tongue across his clit he arched his back. Ari responded by pushing Harold’s legs further back and up, but then let go of the left leg with her right hand and brought it down between Harold’s legs. While she was still suckling Harold’s lips and tongue-bathing his clit, she slipped a finger and then two into Harold’s vagina. She began slowly but rapidly increased her pace as Harold’s breathing increased.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” Harold couldn’t stop saying it, but as Ari moved her fingers in and out faster and faster Harold ceased being able to form words. He screamed again, but this time the scream didn’t stop. There were momentary gulps of air but the scream just kept rolling forth. Harold’s arms and legs began to quiver and shake. Ari dug in and fucked Harold as hard as she could with her fingers. Harold didn’t realize what was about to happen, both because he’d never experienced it previously and also because he couldn’t think at all. Nothing existed but an unbearable pleasure, a pleasure so vast and timeless that there seemed to have never been anything but. Who knew pleasure could be so total that it completely encompassed pain as well?
Ari knew what was coming. She recognized the signs, the volume of the scream as well as the twitching and shaking of the whole body. Her arm was exhausted and she felt like her tongue was blistering, but she also knew she had to continue and even ratchet up her movements. Sweat was dripping off her forehead onto Harold’s pubic hair. Harold’s screaming and shaking was so arousing to Ari, though, that she wouldn’t stop even if it meant her own death. Bringing a woman this much pleasure would be a fine way to go.
Just as it seemed Harold wouldn’t be able to take it any longer, a flash of white blinded him and his body tensed. His eyes opened wide and from his mouth nothing audible emanated. There was a scream, though, that of a different nature. Dogs from other dimensions were howling from the shriek. Harold’s back arched so much that he was propped up by the top of his head on the pillows. His hips flew into the air when his feet hit the ground after his legs slammed forward and down. Ari reacted just in time, saving herself from a broken jaw by quickly pulling her legs up under her. She was face-to-crotch with Harold who, at that moment, had his first orgasm as a woman.
Ari’s face was lightly splattered by an opaque fluid ejected from Harold’s vagina. More juice flowed down over his anus and dripped onto the pillows below. Harold’s voice returned and his orgasmic scream began as a whisper but gradually increased in volume until Ari had to put her hands to her ears. Within a minute, Harold fell to his side. His body lightly convulsed and his arms and legs twitched. Harold’s eyes were open wide and he let out unintelligible gibberish. His lips were quivering and it almost seemed as if he had come in from the arctic, half frozen to death. Ari moved over to Harold and put her hand on Harold’s shoulder to comfort him. Harold yelped and batted her hand away. Even the slightest touch was a pleasure too intense to endure.
After several minutes, Harold slowed down; he was still breathing hard, though. He repeated, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” over and over again. He turned his head toward Ari. She was holding her hands over her mouth, partially in awe and partially worried about Harold. Harold’s eyes were filled with the deepest gratitude, affection, and love Ari had ever seen. She removed her hands and said, “Oh, Harold!” She smiled at him and her heart melted. Her happiness was for him, but it was still her happiness. Ari felt for the first time what it felt like to be a man in such a situation. She felt pride, an almost childish brashness: “Yeah, that’s right, I made you cum so hard you almost died. No need to thank me; your screams of pleasure were all the thanks I needed.”
Harold, meanwhile, felt a beauteous warmth emanating from his pussy. It was as if his pussy was communicating its joy to the rest of his body. He couldn’t stop smiling and his eyes continued to alight with affection and love. He was speechless again, having finally stopped uttering “oh my God,” like a mantra. There was something akin to thought, but not verbal. He reminisced even as he enjoyed feeling the lovely relaxed, peaceful, and giddy bodily sensations. The orgasm was so unlike a male orgasm that he wasn’t sure if what he’d experienced was an orgasm. He thought it had to be. If it wasn’t then he didn’t think he could survive a real orgasm.
It had been an orgasm, though. Harold didn’t think he could describe what he had felt. The experience was unique and thus he had no referents. The best he could say was that it was like becoming whole as a being, completely self-realized. He didn’t know if that was an accurate description, but he didn’t know how else to describe it. The physical experience of love? Maybe. Ecstasy? Yeah, ecstasy was experienced but that word and feeling didn’t describe anything approximating the whole of the experience. It was all too much, like lifetimes of different types of pleasure felt within a few minutes.
That was the other thing Harold noticed, how much longer the orgasm was than any he’d experienced as a man. He was increasingly sure it was an orgasm. He also imagined that the orgasm easily could have kept going. He was grateful that it didn’t. He wasn’t sure his body could have taken another minute. He thought it might be possible that his mind might never return after a really lengthy orgasm. In a way, the experience of a woman’s orgasm was similar to Harold's thinking about how losing one’s mind might be like: pure chaotic ecstasy and euphoria accompanied by a terror that it might never end … as well as a fear that it could end too soon. There were contradictions all over the place; a new mathematics would have to be created just to chart the universe of a woman’s orgasm. Harold thought to himself, “And that was just one orgasm. Could there be variations in types of orgasms?”
As Harold was basking and lazily thinking, Ari hovered over Harold and kissed him. For a few moments, Harold had forgotten Ari even existed. Harold kissed back lightly and then disengaged. He looked up into Ari’s eyes and said, “You are amazing. Oh my God, I thought I was going to die!”
Ari laughed. “Yeah, you looked like you were being transported.”
“I think I transcended.” Harold giggled. “Or maybe I just ascended. Either way … wow.” Harold laid his forearm across his forehead, breathed deeply, and sighed contentedly. He was shaken by a thought, though: “Ari! Oh my God! You.” Harold looked over at Ari and his eyes found Ari’s cock. It was standing at attention. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I was floating away on cloud nine and here you are dying from blue balls!” Harold remembered what it felt like to be in that state. It could be painful. “I’m being selfish.”
Ari said, “No, no, Harold! You’re not at all. I want you to be happy; you just experienced your first orgasm as a woman! Celebrate it! Indulge in it! Are you kidding me? It’s a major turn on just watching you glow like this. I hate to say it, but I’m feeling like a badass. I made you cum like a motherfucker!”
Harold laughed so hard he rolled over onto his side. He coyly looked up at Ari, covered his face in his hands while pretending to be embarrassed, and then looked up again. He batted his eyelashes and whispered, “Yeah, you did.” Harold bit his lower lip and as he did he felt like he’d never been anything but a woman. “I can’t describe how you made me feel. Was it always like that for you when you came?”
Ari grinned. “Yes and no. Believe me, I recognized what was happening, but there is such a diversity of experiences while cumming that I can’t say it was always like that.” Ari moved closer to Harold and put her hand on his breast. She gently massaged it. Harold laid back and enjoyed the sensation. Before he got too comfortable, though, he asked Ari, “Do you want me to, um, make you feel good?” He licked his lips and sexily sighed.
Ari pursed her lips as if considering the request. “Actually, I’m pretty much revved up and ready to go. What I really, really want to do … is fuck you.” Ari had that look in her eye, a panther ready to pounce and devour. The look got Harold excited again. He felt a little light-headed and said in an unintentionally sultry voice, “Anything you want. I’m yours.”
Ari allowed his fingers to roam between Harold’s legs. His pussy was wet again and Ari slowly moved between Harold’s legs. Harold spread his legs and pulled them back to give Ari access. He leaned his head forward to look at Ari’s cock. He wanted to watch him enter her. He said to Ari, “Pin my legs back. I want to watch.”
Ari felt her cock jump when Harold said that. “Holy shit,” she thought, “Harold’s a fucking vixen.” Ari looked down at her cock. She marveled at it. She loved the way it looked and she loved having it. “That’s my cock!” thought Ari. She was also looking at Harold’s pussy, his pubic hair a mixture of dried juices and fresh wetness. Ari did as Harold asked and pinned his legs back. Ari crept up and leaned forward on her knees. She positioned her cock to enter Harold, but she missed. “Damnit!”
Harold quickly grabbed Ari’s member and helped guide it into him. He had remembered what it was like his first couple of fumbling attempts to put his dick in a woman’s pussy. He smiled inside at the remembrances. As soon as the head of Ari’s cock was fully inside Harold, though, his recollections disappeared. The further Ari’s shaft drove into Harold the more he lost his thoughts. The only thought that came up was, “God, that’s fucking huge! Fuck that’s good!”
Ari, meanwhile, was completely losing thought. The cozy, warm moisture of Harold’s vagina around her cock was unlike anything she’d experienced as a woman. The sexual experience was so different as a man. She couldn’t help but gasp as her cock went deeper into Harold’s pussy. She couldn’t describe the feeling. The closest she could come to a description was that her cock felt like a giant clitoris. The feeling of a giant clit in a vagina, though? There were no words to describe the sensation. Even a mouth on her clit had never felt like this. She’d just had her fingers in Harold's pussy and while it felt good it was nothing like this. It was like her cock was inside an entirely different type of hole than the one she’d fingered. Her cock simply felt different than anything else that existed. Even saying it was like a giant clit wasn’t right; it was just the closest comparison there was out of all the body parts she knew. The bottom line was the feeling of her cock inside Harold's pussy was incredible! No wonder guys drool over pussy!
Once Ari buried her cock to the hilt, she stopped. She could feel her cock pulsing and so could Harold. Harold felt filled up and the rippling pulsations of Ari’s heated member—which was somehow hard as a rock while still feeling fleshy—caused him to squirm. He looked up at Ari with a hunger of his own. “Fuck … me!”
Ari pulled her cock out fast, all the way out of Harold’s pussy. Harold gasped, open-mouthed. He looked up at Ari with wonder; Ari looked back with conviction. She pressed the head of her cock against Harold's opening and gently pushed in the head. Once the head was inside, though, she thrust hard to the hilt giving Harold a jolt. She slowly pulled out half-way and then jammed it all the way in again. Harold was getting overloaded. He couldn’t believe the heat given off by Ari’s cock. Her irregular rhythm was also getting him hot in other ways; he didn’t know when or what to expect.
Ari enjoyed this position. She had all the power. She was teasing Harold at times and then dominating at others. She could do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. The feeling of her cock in his pussy was extraordinarily pleasurable in and of itself but combined with the control over the rhythm of the intercourse and Harold’s reactions to the irregularity? Ari experienced an entirely different type of sexual high than she’d ever had previously. She thought to herself, “This is one of the best feelings I've ever had.”
Harold, on the opposite end of the spectrum, was also amazed. He’d never felt so vulnerable before in his life and he couldn’t believe how turned on he was by it. He was even more excited by the look in Ari’s eyes, the total command and obviously wicked pleasure of fucking him this way. He loved it, loved seeing the pleasure she got from owning him in these moments.
After a couple minutes, though, Ari developed a more regular rhythm, a sort of three-quarter speed thrusting, her cock going almost all the way inside and most of the way out. Ari felt her arms getting tired, though, and turned Harold onto his side. She grabbed the top of the thigh of Harold’s top leg with both hands and began thrusting hard, in and out.
The position was comfortable for Harold, but the penetration wasn’t as deep. For Ari, though, there was greater sensation and it was much easier to thrust hard while maintaining the speed. She could feel herself building toward a feeling that might be close to an orgasm. Her breathing was heavier, she was sweating more profusely, and she was digging her fingers deep into the flesh of Harold’s leg. She began speaking, not even aware of what she was saying. Mostly it was, “Fuck, motherfucker, oh fuck,” and so on.
Even though the penetration wasn’t as deep, the power of the thrusts were greater and the speed was increasing. Harold’s whole body was jerking with each thrust. He was getting turned on by the pain in his leg from the pressure of Ari’s fingers and hands squeezing and clamping while simultaneously feeling the pleasure of her cock driving in and out of him. He was breathing harder, but felt incredible.
Ari continued ramming, absolutely losing herself in the process. Her whole body and mind was in service of her cock which was feeling increasingly tender and sensitive. Ari's cock was on fire inside Harold’s pussy. It seemed to Ari that Harold's pussy was thick with lava. She began grunting as sweat flew from her face and dripped onto Harold’s ass. She was almost grimacing as she began to move as a blur, every muscle of her body working together to fire her hips back and forth as fast as possible.
Harold didn’t notice the look on her face as he was starting to get too hot for awareness of such things as facial expressions. He heard the grunts and groans, but he couldn’t tell if they were his or hers. He was being annihilated by a battering ram and loving it.
Ari kept going but noticed, briefly, that she might not be able to maintain the pace much longer. She could feel that she was about ready to cum, though, so she forced her body to work even though it was crying out for relief. Harold, meanwhile, was beginning to feel soreness in his vagina. Being fucked was still pleasurable, but the friction was becoming more and more irritating.
Just when Ari’s body was about to give out and Harold was about to complain about the soreness, Ari felt electricity charging from deep in her crotch through the base of her cock along the length of her shaft and then she gave out a wild howl as she ejaculated into Harold’s pussy. Her eyes closed shut and her mouth opened wide. A series of guttural moans powered from Ari’s lungs as each discharge rocketed from her cock.
From Ari’s perspective, it seemed like she unloaded a gallon of semen. From Harold’s perspective, it also seemed like a gallon of semen. The feel of the warm, gooey cum inside Harold’s vagina, along with Ari’s lingering cock, felt so damn good he purred. He didn’t want Ari to pull out and he wanted the cum to stay inside him forever.
Ari had no intention of moving; in fact, no ability to move. Her body was completely spent. She collapsed on top of Harold, panting, wheezing, and sweating. Harold loved the feel of Ari’s weight on him as well as his moist, warm sweat. The sound of her panting made him sigh with delight. Her musky scent made his toes curl. Harold thought to himself, “Okay, maybe I don’t need anyone else to feel really good sexually, but I wouldn’t want to give this up for anything in the world. I want to fuck Ari again and again and again.”
He had to admit, though, that as much as he liked being fucked by Ari, he preferred being fingered by her while she licked his pussy. On the other hand, he wanted to be on top next time and see what that was like. He’d have more control in that position and he wondered how that would change the dynamic. He figured Ari would probably like to try everything he wanted to try—and maybe more! He also wanted to experience intimate love-making as well, to look deeply into Ari’s eyes while she was more gently moving inside him, with each of them caressing one another’s bodies. There was so much to explore, so much he wanted to experience. Though it had only been hours since they swapped consciousness, Harold believed these had been the best hours of his life.
Harold stroked Ari’s hair with his hand. He kissed the top of her head and reached down to caress her shoulders and back. Ari sighed contentedly. She was shot, though, her muscles like rubber. Harold rolled her over and her cock slipped out of Harold’s vagina. Harold climbed on top of Ari and rested his head on her chest. He felt Ari's heart racing. Harold could still feel Ari’s cum inside her. It was beginning to slowly ooze its way to her vaginal opening. The sensation was divine.
The air was thick with sex. Harold and Ari lied in an exhausted heap on top of sweat and juice stained pillows. As they gently caressed one another, White Jesus and Black Jesus whipped open the flap of the tent and said, “Harold, you wanna play—” They both stopped moving and speaking. As they took in the scene and scents, they stared dumbstruck as their jaws dangled open against their chests.
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