Super Gay The Remote of Transformation chapter 11 by deleted_user

Brandon pushed Marcus gently onto the bed, both still completely naked.

“Still feels weird,” Brandon murmured, voice breathy and alto. “But… fuck, your tits are so soft.” He cupped one of Marcus’s heavy breasts, thumb circling the dark, stiff nipple. Marcus arched with a low, surprised moan, thighs parting instinctively.

Marcus reached up, hands exploring Brandon’s narrower waist and the smooth curve of his ass. “Yours too. And this ass… Jesus.” Their pussies were inches apart now, warm and already slick from all the exploratory touching. Marcus’s fingers slid down, brushing over Brandon’s neat folds. Brandon gasped sharply, hips bucking.

“Oh shit—that feels good,” Brandon whispered. He rocked forward, letting their slick pussies glide together in a slow, experimental grind. Wet, intimate sounds filled the room as clit rubbed against clit. Both of them shuddered.

Marcus’s hands gripped Brandon’s hips tighter, guiding the rhythm. “Keep doing that. Fuck… my new pussy is so sensitive. Every little rub goes straight to my brain.” He pulled Brandon down into a messy kiss—lips soft and plush, tongues sliding eagerly. Breasts squished together, nipples dragging and sending sparks through both of them.

They weren’t sure who started moving faster, but soon they were grinding harder, hips rolling in sloppy, needy circles. Brandon reached between them, fingers finding Marcus’s swollen clit and rubbing firm little circles while their pussies continued to slide and smear together. Marcus moaned loudly into the kiss, thighs trembling.

“Harder—right there—” Marcus gasped, voice high and needy. “God, I’m gonna—fuck, I’m close already!”

Brandon kept the pace, grinding his own clit against Marcus’s fingers while pumping two digits shallowly into the other girl’s dripping entrance. The wet squelching sounds grew louder, more obscene. Their heavy tits bounced and slapped together with every thrust of hips.

“I’m cumming—shit, I’m cumming!” Marcus cried out, back arching hard as her new pussy clenched and pulsed around Brandon’s fingers. Clear fluid gushed slightly, soaking the sheets. The orgasm hit hard and fast, leaving Marcus shaking and whimpering.

Brandon followed seconds later, grinding down desperately as his own climax ripped through him. “Me too—oh fuck—” Soft, feminine cries filled the room while both bodies trembled and clenched together, pussies fluttering and leaking.

They collapsed in a sweaty, giggly heap of soft curves and heaving breasts, panting hard.

Marcus stared at the ceiling, one hand lazily cupping his own tit. “So… that was incredible. Best orgasm I’ve ever had, hands down. But… does this make us lesbians now? Or are we still gay guys who just happen to be in girl bodies?”

Brandon laughed breathily, rolling onto his side so their soft bodies pressed together again. He traced a finger around Marcus’s nipple, watching it tighten. “I have no idea, babe. I still want dick. Like, a lot. But pussy-on-pussy? Apparently my new clit doesn’t give a fuck about labels. It just wants to get rubbed until I squirt again.” He gave Marcus’s ass a playful slap, watching the cheek jiggle. “You?”

“Same,” Marcus admitted with a wicked little grin. “Still mentally gay as hell. But these bodies? They work. Really fucking work. If Vince walks in with that nine-inch monster swinging, though… I might forget I’m supposed to be confused.”