The Bakery Girl (3)
Ever since arriving in this other world, he had never once thought of himself as a woman.
It was closer to a conviction than a belief.
For a man who had lived nearly thirty years as a male, accepting that he had become a woman in a little over a month was never going to be easy.
And yet the body he inhabited now was unmistakably female.
Drawing a final conclusion was difficult — but one undeniable fact stood before him today.
That springy, plush ass. Those soft, yielding folds. Everything about May's backside was exquisite.
Slurp. Slurp.
The stranger's tongue dragged across her, and the firm flesh of her sex gave way for a moment before pushing back against him — springy, resilient, alive. He was licking her through her panties, yet every stroke of sensation came through the soaked scrap of fabric without mercy.
Clear, viscous fluid was already trailing down toward the floor.
"Kh—"
May bit down hard on her molars and swallowed the sound that tried to escape. It was the sensation of being licked somewhere she had never been licked before. The jolt of it was so sharp, so electric, that shame and self-loathing nearly dissolved on contact — and her ass clenched tight in startled reflex.
That stubborn, relentless tongue had soaked her completely from the waist down. Her mind, however, had not yet broken.
"Stop it already! Crane… if you stop right now, I'll forgive you."
May had already decided the man doing this to her was Crane.
There were only three men in the bakery right now. The shopkeeper was gay, so he was out. That left Paul and Crane.
Crane had groped her breasts not long ago, licked them without permission, and while she was exhausted and asleep had stared his fill at her sex. Paul, whose face she barely knew, didn't seem the type. And even if May looked at him, Paul didn't strike her as a man so starved for a woman that he'd attempt something this reckless.
The sight of her — apron on, navy skirt hiked, that fresh, unguarded ass presented — was stoking the stranger's lust. Before she could even react, he yanked her panties down.
"Ah—!"
The wet fabric peeled along the smooth line of her thighs and calves. Suddenly May found herself fully exposed, her sex spread open for anyone to see.
"Hey—? Ah… ah…"
The stranger seized her ankles and forced her legs apart. Her posture dropped; her sex opened wider still.
"What is this…"
He paid no attention to her fluster. He drove his tongue straight into that fully parted, soft pink flesh and began rubbing her folds with his lips — as if he were deep-kissing her.
"Nngh…"
May let out a moan at something she had never imagined being done to her. She couldn't see the details, but she could feel something thrusting into her, sucking at her, devouring her. She tried to clamp her legs shut. They didn't budge an inch.
"Hey! You can't just do that to a place that hasn't even been washed—"
"…"
The stranger said nothing. He only plundered her more roughly.
A salty taste clung to the tip of his tongue, thick with the scent of cheese — and somehow that taste, that body-smell, only made him want more. He kept sucking for a long time.
"Haa… nngh… nngh…"
May finally slumped forward against the hole in the wall. Both hands clamped over her mouth, smothering the shameful sounds. No matter how she tried to process it, her mind simply could not keep pace with this kind of obscenity.
"Hnn—"
In the end she had to bite her own lip to hold the moans in. The tip of his tongue was thrashing against her clit without restraint. Then his lips closed around that swollen bud and drew it in until it brushed his teeth — and a violent surge of sensation crashed through her.
These were stimuli no sane mind could endure.
"Nnh… haa…"
No matter how she shook her hips, he would not come off. The friction only ground her sex harder against his mouth, sending fresh spikes of pleasure through her.
"Ah—! Nngh— aah—!"
She could not let this stranger hear sounds like that. If she did, wouldn't that mean he had won?
Instinct clamped her hands over her mouth, but the stimulation was too much. Her whole body shuddered and shook. At last she could hold nothing back — the pleasure that had been building tipped her over into a weak, helpless climax.
"Hhk… hhk…"
The stranger gripped her waist and set her posture straight again. Her legs, drained of strength, trembled violently. No one was even touching her now, and still her ass quivered with residual thrills. She was still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Hhk…"
Her clit was still flushed and swollen, radiating the heat that had built up inside her — so hot it seemed ready to steam. The fluid that had spilled from her ran down her thighs all the way to her knees.
Two hands closed around the plump curves of May's ass.
In that instant, something clicked into place.
Her wet sex and her anus were both on full display for this bastard. Any second now, he would push inside her, wouldn't he? Which hole would he take? Her pussy? Her ass?
A cold shiver raced over her skin. Every pore on her backside seemed to seal shut.
"Stop! Don't put it in! Please."
"…"
She was begging her molester with her wet ass spread wide open. She ought to have felt how ugly that was — but her thoughts no longer reached that far. In a state this feverish, if he entered her, she would feel it. She knew she would.
"Please, just stop… please…"
The stranger was smiling. The pitiful way she pleaded against being penetrated only stoked his lust higher.
Smack. Smack.
As if giving her a warning, he lightly struck her ass twice. Then his cock — standing rigid, slick with spit and her own fluids — parted the gleaming folds of May's sex and drove in.
Shhhhk—!
"Hah—!"
The soaked membrane and the already-loosened muscle offered no resistance at all. He slid in smooth and easy.
"Ah—"
He began to rock his hips slowly. May rose onto her heels in answer. That tight, springy flesh finally yielded and made room for the cock pushing into her.
"Huuuh…"
A long breath left her mouth as her back arched like a drawn bow. Her ass trembled, discharging the tension. She was wet enough that it didn't hurt — but the sheer foreign bulk of him, the heat radiating from his body, locked her in place and would not let her move.
"Hhk—"
When he finally seated himself to the root, the stranger let out a sound he hadn't meant to make. It was a breath of pure admiration.
May's pussy was a masterpiece. It clamped down with a dense, elastic grip; the passage inside was ridged and winding; and without a single gap it held his cock in a perfect, unbroken seal. The narrow entrance, the sticky texture of her walls, the firm vaginal muscle that bit down around him — he was drowning in bliss.
Heart hammering as if it would burst, he gripped May's ass and drew his cock back. Her labia parted around the retreat; her anus twitched in plain view.
Squelch.
He drove the half-withdrawn length back in.
"Hiiik—!"
He hadn't even been thrusting hard, and still May screamed as if she'd been stabbed.
Schlick…
He stroked in and out again. The tight squeeze of her sex wrung another sigh from the stranger — and May answered with a helpless hhk of her own. That wasn't a cry of pain. That was a voice that had felt something.
He took hold of her waist and began to move in earnest.
"Nngh… hhk… kh—"
Every time he bottomed out, May leaked a moan she couldn't suppress. The longer the penetration went on, the more the pleasure stacked, until she could no longer think straight.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
She hung her head and kept her breathing small. She could not open her mouth wide. That was her stubbornness — she would not let the man who was doing this to her hear her cry out in pleasure.
That one thing, she had sworn she would never allow. And in the end, that will broke.
"Nngh— aaaaah—!"
The orgasm that had been building finally tore free of her control.
"…"
"Hhk… hhk…"
The afterglow of pleasure mixed with shame and became tears. She had lost.
The stranger still had both hands locked on that firm ass, still rolling his hips.
Schlick… schlick… schlick…
"Hhk… hhk… hhk…"
Tears were falling, but the pleasure would not subside. May was still fighting to kill every sound, trembling under the weight of regret and self-disgust, thrashing with her mouth covered as if she could claw her way free of the ecstasy.
"Please, just stop already…"
Even hearing her plea, the stranger did not stop moving his hips. The cock swollen hard inside her showed no sign of flagging. It was too hot. Too big. Every time that thick length punched up into her belly, May's body surged as if it no longer belonged to her.
I shouldn't be like this — why am I like this? She thought it, and still she was taking him. I'm not a bitch… I'm not… No matter how many times she repeated it, the truth remained: in the end, she was nothing more than a female in heat.
"Haa-ngh… nngh… just finish already… please…"
Her cry drew no response from him.
"Nnnngh— ah—!"
She couldn't hold it. She came again. Her second orgasm from penetration alone. Her climaxing walls seized his cock in a violent grip. Her sex, swollen with arousal, was already soaked through — fluid leaking from her in continuous streams.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her ass, wet with sweat and secretions, met his thighs in thick, wet impacts. May's face — already a wreck of tears and sweat — burned a deep, ruined red.
"Haa… stop… haa…"
May trembled from head to toe, unable to master the pleasure. Her body began to contract again.