As one might expect, Delilah couldn't even try to hold herself back. Her hands moved to her chest and slowly cupped her large mounds. She would guess they were about C-cups, and they felt really sensitive to the touch, especially considering the cold of the bathroom and how soft they felt in her hands. Her fingers and thumbs circled her nipples, and rubbed and pinched them firmly, making her pant and whimper in her softer voice. She imagined handsome men licking and sucking on them, as he had done a handful of times to his old partners and fuckbuddies. Oh, how she wished a man would do that to her now.
One hand tapered down her stomach while the other continued to massage her breast, and it soon reached her flat crotch and carefully reached between her legs. It soon found the point where an aroused throbbing was felt, and carefully rubbed the bud of her clitoris. She moaned sharply as a massive jolt of sensations shot through her in response to the touch. It astonished her how much more sensitive this was than his cock had been! Not wanting her head to go blank, she made sure to be careful with how she stroked that nub, but it practically pulsed with sensitiveness between her careful flicks and strokes.
Most of her attention moved further down, to the moist passage between her legs. It felt like this thing had literally turned him inside out, made her desires and instincts change around to its will, and now it HAD to be satisfied. Much as the stereotype went that men think with their penises, right now she was thinking with her vagina possibly more than he ever had with his penis. Her fingers rubbed along it carefully and ever so slowly one digit slid inside.
The satisfaction and warmth of having something inside her was beyond description. His old desire to fuck things had been thoroughly supplanted by this, its equal and opposite. Actually, 'equal' wasn't the right word- this was stronger. So much stronger. It had instilled in her a desire for men, for penises. And not to have one again, but to have one inside her. Much as what she was doing- finger-fucking herself, her thumb flitting over her clit while her other hand pawed at her breast and rubbed and pinched her nipple- felt amazing, it wasn't enough.
For a little while, she screwed her eyes shut and embraced the fantasy. She imagined a man railing her with his big hard cock, his firm hands holding her up by her boobs and pinching her nipples forcibly, kissing her neck as she moaned like a bitch in heat, his balls slapping her thighs every time he shoved his manhood into her. By now Dexter felt like some fading memory, and in her head a fantasy pushed her over the edge which was more effeminate than any she'd ever had in her life: both of them peaking and her pussy clenching around him as he pushed in as far and hard as he could, his balls pulsing against her skin as he pumped warm cum deep inside her, his virile seed reaching a nubile ovum and fertilizing it, impregnating her.
Delilah's eyes opened and she gasped for breath, holding herself up on the bathroom sink as she came down from the high. That had been the best sensation she'd ever felt, far beyond anything she'd ever felt as a man, and she felt almost scared by how intense it had been. One thing was for sure- she could definitely live with being Delilah for this show!