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The President and CEO of Transmicro,Inc., Dr. Randolph, Phd., is pleased to announce the introduction of its latest erotic enhancement product. Transmicro under the leadership of Dr. Randolph has been involved in the design and production of erotic enhancement devices for many years. Dedicated researchers have worked feverishly to produce the most desirable and easy to use erotic products known to man.
Under the inspired leadership of Dr. Randolph, Transmicro has produced the ultimate erotic device. It incorporates the latest nannotechnology into an easy to use device that any male or transsexual can use. The only requirement is the possession of a prostate gland. Briefly, the device consists of a semi flexible shaft eight inches long made of smooth material developed to simulate the human penis. Inside the shaft is a complex of sophisticated electronic nanotechnology partially derived from space, military and Ipod applications.
What is the name of this amazing device? During testing with human subjects it became apparent that an appropriate name for the device would be "Woweee" as this was the first comment made by most subjects after using the device. Other subjects that did not yell out Woweee had either fainted or were incoherent.
How does the Woweee function? First the Woweee is gently but fully inserted into the anal passage leaving the battery access, usb port and the antenna outside the anal opening. The Woweee is activated by a compact handy unit that communicates with the Woweee wirelessly. There are several buttons on the handy. The green button is the turn-on button. This button sends a signal to the Woweee to activate it's circuits and get it warmed up. There are four additional buttons labeled: I for the prostate activation, C for activating the testicles, U for activating the cock and last but not least the M button for activating pussey nerves hidden in the tip if the penis. The main button on the handy is the red button. This button activates all four areas at once. It is not advised to push this button until the user is thoroughly familiar with the operation and power of the Wowee.
It is strongly advised that the novice user read the detailed instructions in the operating manual carefully before trying out the Woweee. Any of the ICUM buttons will produce an orgasm since the signals are integrated. It is up the user how to start the desired orgasmic process.
Note: Using the Woweee at work may be problematic. If other people in the office have a Woweee inserted and you activate yours, the other Wowee's will activate. Pushing any of the orgasmic buttons would cause substantial disruption in the office resulting in the supervisor looking into what is going on.
Technical details regarding the operation of the Woweee are available at www. Transmicro.Inc.com.
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Dear Dr. Randolph,
I purchased my Woweee at a local porn shop with cash. I didn't want my wife to know about it. I wasn't able to check it out until yesterday when my wife went shopping. I took it out of the box and inserted the batteries according to the instructions. I noticed the warning about the red button. I must say it looks very nice and accurately duplicates the male appendage in every way and its sooo big! I finally got it fully inserted with plenty of the special lubricant as per the instructions.
As I was lying on the bed reading the instructions and holding the "Handy" controller, I suddenly sneezed and accidentally squeezed the red button. Well, what happened next was something else. My cock flew to attention and the sex surge felt like a tsunami was rising in me traveling up my spine and filling my head with a throbbing protracted orgasm. I was shaking all over as I shot cum all over the bed. That was the last I remember as I fainted dead away. The next thing I heard was my wife calling my name and saying, "my god what the hell have you been doing?"
It took a few moments for me to pull myself together. Then my wife said "what is that sticking out of your ass, it looks like the tail of a mouse? "No, no, I said, "That's the antenna". My wife stood up straight, put her hands on her hips and said, "OK, so have been having sex with a radio?" "Well not exactly" I said, "It's a Woweee" My wife looked at me with disbelief and said, "So it's a Woweee, is it, I think I will take it out of there and beat you over the head with it and give you a good owwee". "Wait, please let me explain" I said, "It's a great device for producing the most amazing organisms you could ever imagine." "Oh really" she said, "take it out of there, I want to try it". I gave it to her and told her how to use it and warned her about the red button. She started pushing the ICUM buttons in the beginner sequence and immediately became very excited. "Wow, this is great" she said, "This is better than your cock ever was". I then remembered that the Woweee only works if there is a prostate gland. I said to her, "I forgot to tell you that the Woweee only works when there is a prostate gland". She gave me a strange look, turned off the Woweee and took my hand and looked into my eyes and said, "I have kept it from you all these years but I had transsexual surgery before we were married I used to be a guy." I almost fainted again and then said, "Well my dear cute gurly shall we share this Woweee or shall I get you your own personal Woweee so we can have a Woweee party?" "Be sure to get plenty of batteries" she said.
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Thank you to all those who responded positively to my earlier story. I like to write stories that are both romantic and sexy. I look forward to your comments on my newest one. Sorry that it has to be in multiple posts, but there is a space limitation on the forum.

A Surprise Gift (part 1)

I don't know which surprised me more: to receive a birthday card from an old friend I hadn't heard from in several years, or to have it include any sort of gift. The card was relatively non-descript, with a simple drawing of a birthday cake on the front and a pre-printed message inside that said, "Happy Birthday!" It was signed "Em," my friend's old nickname (he hated "Emmett," the family name he had been given, and his middle name was loathed even more). There was a tinier envelope inside that read, "Do not open until your actual birthday, and enjoy."

Em and I had been close in junior high, two smart kids in a school where brains were held in pretty low esteem by students and teachers alike. We were a challenge in class, and teachers were glad to send us to the library to do "independent study." We'd find a quiet corner where we could whisper without disturbing anyone, and set out together on great explorations of books. We would swap what we were reading and have epic (quiet) discussions about art, music and ideas. On occasion, we would reserve the small room with the stereo and listen together to all kinds of music: jazz, classical, strange sounds from around the world, and so on.

This went on for a while, and then, as our third year of high school began, something terrible happened. Em's mother died after a three-day bout with some sort of viral infection. Em's father started to drink heavily and became verbally abusive. After a few months, beaten down, Em decided to drop out of school and leave town. I couldn't convince him to stay.

Em moved clear across the country to live with an older cousin in California. His occasional letters were cryptic tales of great adventures and explorations. He would phone twice a year and we would talk for an hour or so. This pattern continued all the way through my high school years and through my four years of college, and then we lost touch.

I started work in our old hometown, and found it difficult to make friends. I never went on dates. I would read, go to museums, take in concerts, films, and plays, but almost always on my own. When I did think about asking a girl out, I would get nervous and convince myself that she wasn't right for me. I really missed Em. Until that card arrived for my twenty-eighth birthday.

When the day came, I jumped out of bed and rushed to open the small envelope. In it was a card that read: "Admit One. Life drawing class. Try it and see if you'd like to sign up for the entire course." The back had a list of supplies to bring and an address in the part of town where there were several art galleries.

Hooray for Em, remembering that when we used to look at art books together I had said again and again that I wished I had some basic drawing skills. This promised to be a great birthday present. That evening, I rushed home from work, changed quickly, and headed out to "cash in" my gift.

At the gallery, I showed the young guard my card and he ushered me through a door into a small, well-lit room in the back. I was the only one in the room. There was one stool and easel, and a small stage with a smaller stool. A few minutes later, the door opened and in walked Em. This was completely unexpected. I rose quickly and grabbed Em for a hug. I hadn't seen my good friend in so long. Em smiled and said, "We'll have time to catch up later. I'm here to instruct you, and there isn't much time. Let's find out if you want to take the entire class."

"You've become an art instructor?" I asked. Okay, I have the charcoals and pastels I was told to buy."

"Good," Em responded, and he went and pressed a button on the wall next to the door.

A moment later, a woman came through the door. She was dressed in a long robe. She smiled a very pretty smile at me and went onto the small stage, sitting on the stool motionless. I said hello, but Em told me to remain silent, and she put a long finger to her lips to tell me to remain quiet, too.

Em said, "You will follow my instructions. We have to find out whether this sort of class is right for you."

I nodded my assent.

"This is Laura," Em said, "and she is going to be your personal model for tonight's class. I'm going to help guide you through the process of capturing Laura's very essence. If you succeed, you'll be right for more classes. If not ... well, we'll just have to see."

Again, I nodded.

"This is not a nude drawing class, though," Em continued. "There are many different types of essences to capture in a model, and for tonight you will try to capture Laura's essence with her dressed. Okay?"

I shook my head in agreement.

Em turned to Laura and nodded. She stood up straight and looked right at me. Her robe covered her from neck to feet. Em told me to draw what I saw, using the charcoal.
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A Surprise Gift (part 2)

I struggled to capture her form on the first sheet of paper in my large pad on the easel. Em would point and suggest and even take my hand and move it along the paper to help me. After what seemed like only a few minutes, I had a decent representation of Laura's shape, if not her face. Em told me I had done well enough to move on, and then went to Laura on stage, pushed back her long red hair, and whispered something into her ear.

Laura turned around. Her back now to me, she dropped the robe, kicking it to one side. She was fully dressed underneath the robe, quite exquisitely. She unbuttoned her jacket, let it drop off her shoulders and onto the stool, and then slowly turned around. She had a satiny top of deep red, with buttons from the bottom to the top of her neck and lace around the ends of the short sleeves and bottom. She wore a short, black skirt that clinged to her obvious curves. She looked stunning. I started to speak, wanting to tell Em that she was almost too gorgeous to draw, and that I didn't think I would be able to concentrated, but he anticipated that I would break the silence and told me not to. Laura, too, shushed me, again bringing her finger to her lips.

I took a long look at the beautiful Laura, standing on that stage before me. Her shapely legs were covered with silky black stockings. I could not see the tops, which were just above the bottom of her skirt. As she bent to smooth her stockings, I caught a glimpse of garters. I was mesmerized by her look: the black heels, the contrast of her creamy white arms against the black stockings as she smoothed them over.

"Do you think you could capture Laura dressed like this, with your charcoals?" Em asked. "Or would you like to use some pastels, too?"

I picked up a charcoal and began to draw. I worked quickly, and then highlighted her attire in my drawing with the red pastels. Something about Laura was inspiring me to work quickly and was bringing out a talent I had never thought I possessed. After a few more minutes, Em declared again that I had succeeded enough to move on.

I was finding it difficult to concentrate on drawing. Laura was so beautiful, so sexy, so alluring. I wanted to see what was under her outfit, but Em had said that there would be no nudes. So, I forced myself to concentrate on being the best student I could be.

"Let's move on to the next drawing level," Em said. "Is that okay with you? Are you ready?"

Again I nodded, and Laura immediately unbuttoned her blouse, starting at the top. Slowly, it fell open, hanging off her creamy shoulders to reveal a purple lace bra. Em pointed to her and she sat on the stool, arched her back slightly, and pushed her breasts forward. I let out an audible gasp, and Laura smiled. Em motioned quickly to my pad and I began to draw.

Working at what seemed like a feverish pace, I tried to captured Laura from waist to the top of her head, this time concentrating on her face - I had noticed that her eyes were a luscious green - and the curve of her breasts as they seemed to strain to get out of her bra. As I looked at her, our eyes met and hers visibly smiled. I lingered, looking into them, but then broke my gaze to take in the rest of her. My eyes traveled up and down her body, drinking in the swell of her breasts, where the nipples were barely covered by the lace of her bra. I spent a moment on her stomach, and tried to imagine the curve of her hips beneath the skirt she still wore. As she sat on the bench and crossed her legs, I was becoming intoxicated by her silky stockings and those heels.

Turning back to the easel, I drew again. Em offered words of encouragement, and I continued to fill in the drawing. I was becoming quite good at this.

Suddenly, as I stood there working, Laura moved one hand to cover her breast, encased in that beautiful purple lace. My knees went weak. It looked as if she was trying to harden the nipple that was beneath the fabric. I turned to Em to say that I didn't think I could continue to draw, but Em only smiled, pointed at the paper, and made a circular motion with his hand as if to admonish me to go on.

As I got closer to completing this particular drawing, I noticed that Laura seemed to be squirming just a bit on the stool. She held her pose, now with a tautening nipple obviously between her fingertips, but she was not sitting completely still. Her other hand kept falling down and smoothing out her skirt just below her waist.

I finished the drawing and showed Em, who flipped to the next page in my pad and again went to Laura on the small stage. He whispered in her ear, and she whispered back. I could not make out a single word, but they seemed not to be in full accord. She shook her head, but smiled, and he put his hand on her shoulder and said something that must have been reassuring. At least that is what her body language suggested. Walking back to the easel, Em smiled at me.

"This will be the last drawing for tonight," he said. "Let's see if we can achieve perfection."

With those words, Laura stood up and seductively pulled down her skirt. She stood facing me for a moment, and then did a little pirouette. Her long, red hair followed her as she turned. She had on panties that matched her bra, and now I could see that the garters holding up her stockings matched as well. She was drop-dead gorgeous. I was unsure I would be able to concentrate on my drawing, especially when she stared right at me with her green eyes and slowly licked her lips, which were red and ripe.

Em pointed at the stool and Laura went to it, putting her hands on the seat and positioning herself with her back arched slightly and her long, stocking-clad legs slightly apart.

"This is a difficult pose to capture," Em said. "You need to let yourself go. Melt into what you're seeing, and if your thoughts are as fluid as Laura's pose, you will be able to do it."

I began and was shocked at how quickly I drew. Within a few minutes, I had a fully realized drawing of the beautiful Laura on my easel. Em nodded his approval.

"Well," he asked, "would you like to continue with the course?"

I nodded.

"It's okay to speak now," Em said.

"Yes, absolutely," I answered. "When? Tomorrow? How soon? I'd like to continue right away."
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A Surprise Gift (part 3)

"Calm down," said Em. "I'll be here for a while. We can figure it out over the next few days." Then he turned to Laura, who was putting her clothes back on.

"Would you like to see the drawings?" he asked.

Laura quickly came to the easel, standing right next to me. She smelled of fresh-cut flowers. Her hair touched my arm, and I felt a tingle. She started with the first drawing and looked at each one in succession, with her smile growing wider and wider. Finally, she put a soft hand on my face and said, "I think you have done very well."

I tried to hide the shudder that went through my body from her touch. I don't know how well I did, because she seemed to notice.

After a long silence, we all began to speak at the same time. I said something about not having seen Em for a long time, and wondering whether we could go get a drink, and whether Laura could come. Em said something about another engagement and that he would see me tomorrow. Laura asked if someone could give her a lift. We laughed, and Em spoke first.

"I'll have to see you tomorrow, but you should give Laura a ride," he said. "Laura, I can vouch for him. You'll be fine."

I think I might have let out another slightly audible gasp. Laura smiled. I gathered my charcoals, pastels, and pad, and the three of us left the gallery together and went out to the street. Em said his goodbyes, assured me I would hear from him soon, and got into his car, which was parked in front of the building. I told Laura that mine was down the block and offered her my arm. She took it.

We walked to my car, saying nothing. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and was glad for the silence, because I imagined that my voice would probably crack if I tried to say anything. When we reached my car, I opened the passenger-side door and let Laura in. As she sat, I got a very good look at her stocking-clad legs and felt faint.

Rushing around to the other side, I got in the car, started it up, and spoke. "Where do you live?" I asked.

"How about that drink?" was Laura's reply.

I replied with a combination of emotions - elation and nervousness - that surely came through in my voice. "Do you have a favorite place?"

"No," said Laura, smiling, "Let's go wherever you'd like, as long as it's comfortable and not too stuffy."

I knew just the place. We drove for about five minutes, and I tried desperately to make small talk. I asked her about herself, and got what I later realized were rather cryptic answers. At the moment, though, the simple fact that she was talking to me made it seem as if she was opening her entire life up. We arrived at the bar and entered. It was not too crowded. Laura suggested an empty booth in the corner. I noticed that, as we walked over, every head turned to take a look at Laura. She was stunning, and noticed by men and women alike.

The waitress came over and I asked Laura what she'd like. She ordered a martini, and since I was too focused on other things to think about it, I said I'd have the same. The drinks came quickly, and we sat and talked and laughed. With each passing minute, I felt more and more comfortable. We each had two martinis and then she whispered, "I am really enjoying your company. Would you like to continue this somewhere more private?"

I stammered, "Sure."

"Do you live far from here?" she asked.

With that, I pulled out my wallet, left probably way too much money on the table, and grabbed her jacket from the seat. Standing up, I held it open so she could put it on. She backed into it and very lightly touched herself to me. I was mortified, hoping that she didn't feel that I had become aroused.

We went to the car, and I drove to my apartment building. She talked the whole way, but I don't remember a word she said. I do remember that she punctuated everything with a touch of my shoulder or my leg.

When we reached my building, I parked and took her upstairs, carrying my art supplies. We entered, I put down the pad and charcoals and pastels, and I turned on the light. She asked if there was one less bright that I could turn on. I did, and she moved to my couch. Laura motioned for me to sit next to her.

"Em told me you were a good guy," she said. "I saw how you looked at me when you were drawing. And those drawings are me. Are you sure you never drew before?"

"I guess I've tried before," I told her, "But if didn't admit that you inspired me to reach a new level, I would be lying."

She smiled and suddenly kissed me full on the lips. I was taken by complete surprise. She forced open my mouth with her tongue, and we probed each other. I became very hard and even a bit uncomfortable. She smelled so wonderful. I was almost afraid to do anything more, but she reached for my arms and pulled them around her. I felt her draw into me.

Breaking our kiss, Laura took off her jacket and threw it on a chair next to the couch. "You are a good guy, aren't you?" she asked.

It seemed as if something was wrong, so I wondered aloud.

"Em knows I'm special," she answered. "That's why he promised me only someone who would treat me right would be drawing me. I never posed before tonight."

"Laura," I said in a whisper, "You are beautiful. I cannot imagine treating you in any way but right."

She began to unbutton her blouse. "I felt you in the bar, you know," she said, with a bit of wickedness in her voice. Letting the blouse fall to the floor, she began to pull down her skirt. I was in a near state of shock, not only that this was happening but also how fast. I began to undress myself, opening my shirt first and starting to pull down the zipper of my pants. I realized I needed to get my sandals off, so I quickly unstrapped them and threw them to the side. Laura laughed, and then she stood before me in all of her loveliness, with her purple bra and panties, black silk stockings and garters, and high heels. She kicked off the heels and tossed her head to the side, creating a flash of red in the muted light. I thought I would explode.
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A Surprise Gift (part 4; final part)

Laura sat down next to me, with my chest bare and only my boxers on. She took one of my hands and put it on her breast. I captured the nipple between my fingers, through the purple fabric, and slowly caressed it while it grew larger. Her eyes looked right into mine. I reached up to her shoulder and pulled down the strap of her bra, and then brought my lips to her now-erect nipple and kissed it gently, leaving it wet. I went back to kneading it with my fingers while my other hand pulled down the other bra strap. Another nipple presented itself to me, and I kissed it, too, lingering longer to suck gently and make it very erect.

Suddenly, I had an urge to capture this in a drawing. I took my mouth from her breast and whispered in Laura's ear. "Do you think it's crazy," I asked, "that I want to draw you like this, right now?"

Laura told me to work quickly. I ran to get the supplies and sat back down next to her, opening the pad and with only a few quick strokes producing a picture of her beautiful breasts, with ripe, erect nipples glistening. It seemed almost impossible to do with charcoals and pastels, but there it was. She smiled and kissed me and pulled me back to her breasts.

As I continued to suck the nipples and caress the curves of her stunning breasts, I reached down and removed the bra from around her waist, where it had fallen. I pressed her closer to me and then began to move one hand down her side, using my fingertips to trace a seductive path down to the top of her panties. I became even harder, and I imagined that if she were as aroused as me she would be quite wet in those panties. As I got closer to her panties, I felt her tremble. I trembled, too, and I replaced my fingertips with my lips and kissed her from her breasts down her side and just to her hips. I wanted what was in those panties.

Suddenly, Laura pulled my face away from her body and kissed me again. "I'll let you in," she whispered into my ear.

Laura stood up with a fire burning in her eyes. She turned around and bent down slowly, putting her lace-panty-clad, rounded derrière nearly into my face. She began to pull them down, over the black silk stockings, but never opening her legs. The creamy skin of her backside was driving me crazy. When the panties were at her knees she looked back at me and told me to draw, again.

I grabbed the pad and quickly rendered Laura's exquisite ass in charcoals and pastels. When I was done, I asked her if she would look. She quickly pulled the panties up and sat down next to me. My drawing met with her approval, and she kissed me deeply.

"Laura," I said, with a great deal of trepidation, "I need to see all of you. Let me draw every bit of you."

She stuck her tongue in my ear and rubbed her hand over the hardness in my boxers. Again, I thought I would explode. Then she told me to undress her fully.

Again, I began at her breasts. I used my fingers and my mouth to bring them to full arousal. I kissed her front and back, working my way again down to her panties. Her skin felt as if it was on fire ... or perhaps it was my tongue. When I reached the top of her panties once more, I slid my tongue into them, just at the edge. Laura's breathing changed, and she squirmed a little. I turned her around and got on my knees with her on the couch, and continued to kiss her, finding my way to her rear. I bit the edge of her panties and pulled them down with my teeth, until they were just below the soft, inviting crevice. She moaned a bit, and I got harder.

Did I mention that it had been a very long time since I had been with anyone? I began to worry that I might not last. Laura must have sensed this, because she whispered to me that she wanted this and that everything would be fine.

I kissed her behind and gently nuzzled my lips and nose into her crevice. She smelled like an intoxicating mix of flowers and musk, romance and sex. With my tongue, I softly probed her crevice and began to push her legs apart. She moaned softly. I turned her back over and quickly moved up to her mouth to kiss her. I reached down between her legs to feel her wetness.

Laura was wet. I felt a slippery, sticky wetness at the end of a hard ... cock! My hand closed around it.

"Em told me you were a good guy," Laura whispered the same words as before. "I saw how you looked at me when you were drawing," she repeated. "Will you draw me now?"

I smiled and moved my mouth to her cock to lick up the wetness. She shuddered again. I took my mouth from her delicious hardness for only a moment to ask if it was okay to draw her later. Her response was to push my mouth back down on her.

For the next several hours, Laura and I went on an art excursion, together. What had been drawing before now became sculpture, as I molded her shape to mine and she molded hers to me. We sculpted our bodies together so that I could enter her. In one night, I went from being a first-time life drawing student to working in multiple media. We used oils. I hammered her form in rock. She posed me. I took every bit of her in, and she took me in.

In the early morning, after many hours of exploration and a few hours of sleep, she was in my arms in my bed, our cocks spent and sticky as we cuddled. She asked me if I would draw her later in the day. I said yes.

"I want you to draw me fully aroused," she insisted. "Promise you will get me there."

I promised.

We fell asleep again. Some hours later, I awoke suddenly when I heard a noise in my room. When I looked up I saw Em sitting in a chair in my bedroom. Laura was still sleeping. She looked absolutely lovely.

"How did you get in here," I asked Em.

He didn't answer. Instead, he asked me whether I had been the "good guy" he had promised Laura.

"You'll have to ask her," I answered.

"I brought her here for you," said Em. "Did you know that?"

"What?!" I replied.

Em told me the story. "We lived in the same building and became friends. Sometimes we would go to museums and concerts together, but there was nothing romantic between us. I always thought she was special, but I wasn't sure until one day she came home crying and knocked on my door. She told me that she had just gone on her first real date in several years, since she had moved back from overseas where she had lived for a couple of years. I guess it hadn't gone well. She was really upset."

"What happened," I asked.

"I don't really know for sure," Em replied. "All she would say is that he wasn't a 'good guy'. It was only a week before I was planning to move back here. We spent a lot of time together that week, and the night before I was planning to drive across the country she asked me if she could join me. On the way, we talked a lot, and I reminisced a lot about when I used to live here. It made me think about you, and I remembered some things that you might not remember."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, didn't she show you?" was his only reply.

Then Laura awoke, smiled, pulled the sheet over herself and got out of bed. She was not going to show herself to Em, but she walked over to Em and kissed him on the cheek.

"He is a good guy," Laura said. "I felt it."

I smiled.

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Gloria and Rodney were in high school together. Rodney played football and Gloria was a cheerleader. They started dating and after graduation got married. They both got good jobs and had a nice house in the suburbs. In other words they were a typical American couple. However, Gloria was getting increasing frustrated with Rodney's lovemaking. Typically, with a minimum of foreplay, Rodney would mount her, hump until he would cum and then roll over and go to sleep. After Rodney went sleep Gloria would often work her pussey with her fingers to cum so she could get to sleep. Out of frustration she got one of those penis shaped vibrators and started using it almost every night. That worked for a while but she wanted more.
On the way to work she would pass a porn store so one day she stopped in to see what they had to offer. She told the clerk of her frustrations with her husband's love making. He said that transsexual videos were getting very popular and perhaps watching shemales would get him turned on to more sex. She checked out a video and returned home. After dinner, she told Rodney that she had checked out a video. They sat down with glasses of wine and she turned it on. The video portrayed lovely shemales having sex with each other, sucking their big cocks and penetrating each other. Rodney sat there wide eyed and Gloria was getting wet. She reached over to Rodney and noticed he was hard in his pants. "Well," she said, "It appears that you like shemales". Rodney said, "Yeah, they are really sexy" They sat there amazed at the big shecocks and the sexual power of these gorgeous shemales. Then Gloria unzipped Rodney's pants and after considerable difficulty getting his big hard cock out of his pants, proceeded to suck him off. Before Rodney could fall asleep she proposed that they have a shemale come to the house for some live action. After watching that intense shemale sex on the video, Rodney had no objections.
The next day after returning home from work, she decided to search for escorts and had no trouble locating a list of local shemales. She called several and chatted with each of them. She then decided that Vanessa sounded like the one she wanted. Arrangements were made for the following evening and Vanessa arrived in the evening. She was wearing a large top coat that covered most of her. Once inside she removed the coat and revealed her sexy transsexual outfit. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt with black stiletto boots and a red silk blouse. She also had a black Greek sailor cap and a whip! Gloria introduces Vanessa to wide eyed Rodney. Vanessa looks at him with piercing dark eyes and says, "So you are Gloria's big hunk husband, she told me about you. Rodney looked very uncomfortable as Vanessa looked at him. I am here to give you some sexual training. Don't worry, when I am through with you, you will love every inch of me. From now on I will call you Sonny Boy". "Are you ready to get on your knees? " He gets on his knees in front of her and sees the bulge in her mini skirt. She unzips her skirt and releases a huge shecock which immediately becomes fully erect. "You can start by kissing it" she said. He hesitates and she slaps him on the back with her whip he cringes a bit and gives her cock a kiss. She says, "Good, kiss it again and then slowly lick the groove under the head". He can feel the heat of her turgid cock and her throbbing pulse. He is amazed at the pleasure coursing through him as he sucks on her lovely big cock. The energy emanating from her cock soon demolishes any inhibition remaining in him as he eagerly loves it. "That's a good boy" she says. Soon she grasps his head and starts thrusting her huge cock deeper into his mouth and down his throat. He almost gags as it blocks his breathing but then she pulls out and says "ok Sonny Boy, turn over it's time for you to submit to the power of my cock"
He hesitates and she whacks him with her whip. "Do as I say Sonny Boy". He obliges, and she rubs the tip of that big shecock around his ass and then begins forcing it in as he screams with pain as her hard cock penetrates deep into him. "shut up, Sonny Boy, you will like it soon enough as she plunges into him with increasing force". Gradually, the pain begins to diminish to be replaced with the most exquisite pleasure he had ever experienced. His whole body was responding to the thrusting of her cock. After crying with pain he began moaning and saying, "oh my god keep doing it, oh yes it's so good, oh I love it". Suddenly his screaming hard cock exploded with load after load of creamy cum as he shuddered all over with orgasms. Then she withdraws her cock and says, "That's enough for now, turn over and worship my cock, suck it good for now you are my slave boy. She held him by his ears and said "slave boy you will obey my every command, won't you?". "Yes he said, I will obey you" "Very well then from now on you must obey me and your wife at all times, got that?" "Yes mistress, your wish is my command" I will obey you and my wife". Vanessa left and Rodney said "Gloria, please have her come back soon, ok?" Gloria smiled and said. "I will have her come back when I think you need additional training".
Needless to say Gloria was delighted and amazed by Vanessa's, power to subdue her hunk husband and turning him into a slave boy. Vanessa's demand that he obey his wife turned her on to the point of orgasm. The thought that she now had control over the big guy's sexual needs thrilled her all over. Big Rodney would now have to beg her for sex strictly on her terms.
It was now time to inform her husband of the new rules. She sat in her favorite lounge chair with her beautiful shapely long legs spread apart. "Rodney, I need to talk to you" she said. "Kneel down before me and kiss my pussey". "Yes my love, (kiss) how may I please you? (kiss, kiss)." A sexual thrill rushed through her as the control over her husband materialized. "Now every morning you are to bring me a cup of coffee in bed and kiss me all over. You are to kiss and suck my swollen nipples and then go down on me and pleasure my pussey until I cum at least once. Then you are to get dressed and go to work" "But what about me? He asked. "You must learn to control your sexual needs and be prepared to pleasure me on demand" she said. "I will decide when you may satisfy your needs and you may not pleasure yourself in the meantime." "If you are not fully loaded when I want you're cum, you will be punished." Tears welled up in his eyes as he said, "Yes, my love".
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This story is a little bit late for Valentine's Day, but I hope you will all enjoy it. Again, I apologize for having to post it in multiple parts, but the length limitations for any one posting make it impossible to avoid.

Be My Valentine?

As the morning of Valentine's Day dawned, Steven stood at the window watching yet another snowstorm. It has been so cold, for so long, and the only saving grace of yet another foot of snow forecast is that it will cover the now-dirtied snow from the last storm just a few days ago. Still, he was tired of winter. Everyone he knows was tired of winter.

He was also growing weary of his life at age 33: the drudgery of work, the meals alone, the evenings spent watching mindless television, and the nights spent gratifying himself. It has been a long time since he has been on a date. He is shy, and finds it difficult to engage with people. Sure, he'll go to the occasional party thrown by a coworker, and every once in a while he'll muster up the courage to ask someone out. But it is always a one-time thing.

After a shower, he dressed, went into the kitchen, and had some coffee. As he read the morning paper, the phone rang. The caller ID showed his sister's name, Elizabeth.

Steven picked up the phone. "Hi, sis. Kinda early."

"A wonderful good morning to you," she said, in a cheerful voice that seemed so wrong for the weather and the earliness of the day. "I have a surprise for you."

This causes him to shudder. His sister is well meaning, but most often when she uses the word "surprise" it means something that he doesn't want to do, but that she needs him to do.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Dan had to go out of town on a work emergency late yesterday, so we have to postpone our Valentine's Day plans," she says. Dan is her husband. "We bought this romantic dinner-and-dancing package at that country club near our house, part of some charity fundraiser. I want to give you the tickets."

"That's nice, sis, but who do you suppose I would take?"

"Oh, c'mon. There must be lots of candidates."

"Even if so, do you really think anyone would be available at the last minute?"

"I guess not," said his sister. "Oh, well, it was a good idea, though, don't you think?"

"Yeah, right," he though, silently. Then he said, "Listen, I gotta leave for work. I'll talk to you soon."

He bundled up to face the snow and drove to work. On the way, his cellphone rang. His sister, again.

"I have a great idea!" she squealed. "The Sweetlea's across the street from me have a niece who's visiting. She doesn't know anyone here. Mrs. Sweetlea was telling me just the other day how bored and lonely she is. And she's real pretty. It would be real nice if you took her. Do you want me to set it up?"

"Are you insane?"

His sister wasn't listening. "I'll call you back as soon as I can, okay?" And she was gone.

He shook his head in disbelief, and for just a moment considered driving the car off the road and into a ditch.

A couple of hours into the workday, his office phone rang. "I've got great news!" his sister squealed, again. "I talked to the Sweetlea's and Charlene. She's really cute, and she'd love to go with you."

"You are insane! No one goes on a first date on Valentine's Day!!!" His shouting into the phone drew the attention of his coworkers, some of whom began to whisper among themselves.

"But I already set it up. You can't disappoint her. As soon as I left the Sweetlea's she was going to head out to buy a dress for the occasion. I'm going to email you her information so you can call her yourself." Again she was gone, and the email arrived a moment later with a cellphone number.

Steven lets another three hours go by. He wasn't getting any work done; instead, he was fretting about this ridiculous situation his sister put him in. At about 3:30, his cellphone rang. He recognized the number as the one his sister sent him, and he answered, tentatively.

"Hi, Steven. This is Charlene Sweetlea. I know you've heard from your sister."

"Yeah. But look, I'm sorry. This is really awkward."

"I know," said Charlene. "I feel like I was pushed into this by my aunt. She even insisted on buying me a new dress."

"That's too bad."

"Not really," Charlene answered, almost whispering. "It looks pretty good." She paused. "Listen, I have an idea. This dinner-and-dancing thing doesn't start until 8. Why don't we get together earlier for a drink, and just talk? If we end up not going to the country club, that'll be fine."

"Okay. I guess there's no harm in that. I'll pick you up at 6:45, if that's okay. No strings attached."

"See you then," Charlene said, and the call was over.

A bit later, Steven went home, changed, and headed to the Sweetlea's across from his sister's, arriving a few minutes late because of the still falling snow. As he pulled up in front of the house, a woman came running out to the car, as best she could given the weather, opened the door, and jumped right in.

"Hi! Where are we going?"

"There's a decent enough lounge at the hotel near the country club. How about there?"

"Sure."

Steven did everything right, trying so hard to be chivalrous, although his motivation was that he expected the "date" to end soon and didn't want it to be for any reason other than the awkward circumstances. Once they were seated at a quiet table in the lounge, a waiter came by for drink orders. "Jameson, straight up," said Charlene. Steven was stunned but ordered the same.

"That's quite a drink," he said.

"I love whiskey," Charlene replied.

For the next half-hour, they chatted amiably about nothing in particular. It was rather dark in the lounge, but Steven could get a decent enough sense for what Charlene looked like. He had already noticed, when she ran to his car, her nicely proportioned body, with just a hint of curve in all the right places. Her shoulder-length auburn hair touched her shoulders, exposed now that her coat was off. Her new dress was black, with a bit of black lace frill around the somewhat low neckline. He couldn't help but notice her perfect breasts, just the size he always found most attractive. He chuckled to himself as he recalled the old Frank Zappa lyric: "Anything over a mouthful is wasted."

Steven found himself becoming quite enchanted with Charlene. They each had a second whiskey, and it came time to decide whether to move on to the country club. To his own surprise, he thought it might be okay. He felt so comfortable talking with her.

"So," he asked, "what should we do with these tickets?"

"I think we should go. No one has to know it's our first date. They'll all be so lovey-dovey because it's Valentine's Day that we can just enjoy a free meal, some dancing, and not worry about anything else."

"I like the way you think," said Steven, and he excused himself to go to the men's room. "Let's go as soon as I'm back."
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(part 2)

Heading out from the men's room, Steven ran into a guy he knew from high school, hanging at the bar with some woman he's never seen.

"Hey, Steve, since when do they have costume parties on Valentine's Day?" the guy asked, mockingly.

"I beg your pardon?"

"What's with you and Miss Chuck Sweetlea over there, all dolled up?"

It suddenly hit him. It's wasn't an accident that he felt so comfortable. His mind was probably working overtime to suppressed the thought, but he was on a date with Chuck.

In his freshman and sophomore years of high school, the Sweetlea's nephew Chuck had come to live with them while his parents went away on some kind of church mission. Back then, Steven lived across the street in his parent's house, the very one his sister now owned.

Chuck was the only kid in the neighborhood Steven's age. They became good friends. They did everything together. They shared the same hobbies, listened to the same music, and talked about asking out the same girls, which they never got around to doing. They got drunk together, stealing wine from his aunt and uncle and whiskey from the liquor cabinet at Steven's house. And one night, when they went camping at the state park nearby, they drank a little too much and jerked each other off. Chuck had even touched Steven's cock with his tongue, for about five seconds, before they both recoiled in shock.

In some ways, Steven considered that night to have been the loss of his virginity. Sure, he hadn't penetrated anyone, but he let someone touch him and he had an orgasm.

Chuck moved away just before junior year to join his parents somewhere in Asia. Eventually, they just lost touch.

Now, Steven was confused and even a bit angry. He collected himself as best he can and heads over to the table. Sitting down, he looked Charlene right in the eyes and says, "You're Chuck."

Charlene was completely non-plussed. "No, Steven," she calmly replied, "I was Chuck."

"What the fuck?" Steven stammered. "What have you done with yourself?"

Charlene was silent.

"Do you really expect me to go to that dance with you?" Steven asked, trying not to shout.

Charlene was silent.

"Say something, damn it!" Steven shouts this time, and a few heads turn.

Charlene's lower lip quivered just a bit, and it seemed that she might start crying at any moment. Then, suddenly, she straightened up in her chair, pushed out her pert breasts, took a deep breath, and said, "We are friends, and you shouldn't speak to me that way. If you want to know about me, you have to take me to the dance. I promise not to embarrass you."

Now it was Steven's turn to be silent.

"Remember how close we were?" asked Charlene. "Do you trust me?"

Steven sits for several minutes, conflicted. He looked Charlene up and down. To her, he seemed to be having a silent debate with an angel and a devil sitting on his respective shoulders. Finally, he relented.

"Okay, but you have to tell me everything. And no dancing!"

They put on their coats to leave. They hurried to the country club, found a table away from others, and sat down as dinner was served. Steven was now anxious to hear Charlene's story.

She tells him about moving to Thailand, where her parents were doing church work. They were so busy traveling around the country that they pretty much left her to fend for herself alone. Chuck went to an American school in Bangkok and befriended one of the young teachers there who instructed students in the Thai language. Her name was Lee, and she was only a couple of years older than Chuck. They stayed friends when he graduated and decided to enroll at the Mahidol University. He saw Lee often.

One weekend, during Chuck's third year at the university, Lee asked whether he would like to go on a real "date." Always in the past, their time together had felt like friends hanging out. She said tonight would be different.

They had dinner at a nice restaurant, went to a nightclub in Bangkok and danced for hours, and then went to an all-night bar where they sat in a quiet booth and laughed and talked and, for the first time ever, started to make out. Chuck was very excited; he hadn't had a girlfriend since the last year of high school in Thailand, and that had only lasted for a few weeks, although he did to have intercourse with her twice. Lee whispered into his ear that it was time to go to her apartment. They rode in a taxi, and Lee began to do everything she could, short of stripping off her clothes, to get Chuck aroused in the back seat. She licked his ear, kissed him, and stroked his cock through his pants. She took one of his hands and put it under her shirt and on her tits. Chuck thought he would cum before they even got to her place. But he managed to hold it in.

Once at her apartment, Lee quickly stripped Chuck's clothes off and took off hers, except for her silky boy shorts. She had small tits, with very hard little nipples. As she climbed atop and Chuck and rubbed herself against him, he began to lose his mind. She smelled so delicious. He loved the feeling of her hair across his chest. His cock was so hard, and he felt like he would cum at any moment. Lee sensed this and slowed him down. Then she got off of him and sat at the edge of the bed.

"I like you so much," said Lee, "that I am afraid. I am sorry I have gotten you so aroused. I do not want to disappoint you."

Chuck was hearing nothing about turning back. "Why would you disappoint me? You're beautiful."

Lee stood up suddenly, turned away from Chuck, and pulled down her shorts. Slowly turning back to face Chuck, she revealed her secret: a small, brown, smooth, slightly erect cock, with a tiny drop of dew at the very end.

Looking Chuck right in his eyes, Lee smiled sheepishly.

"I want that!" Chuck said, in a loud voice that surprised Lee. He reached out and touched it gently, the dewy precum wetting the tips of his fingers.

At this point in Charlene's story, Steven was in a state of shock. He barely heard her as she recounted the incredible sex with Lee that night, or how they stayed in bed for the rest of the weekend, or any of it. He excused himself for a moment and went outside for a bit of air.

"Your date," some older guy outside told him as he passed Steven to reenter the building, "she sure is a looker."

As Steven walked back into the ballroom, he looked across at Charlene, sitting alone at their table. She really is pretty, he thought. But it's Chuck, he also thought. He makes his way back.

"Are you okay?" asked Charlene.

Steven spoke with bewilderment tinged with just a hint of anger. "Okay, I get it, you had sex with some kind of freak. But how did you end up like this?"

Charlene was visibly hurt by the word he used, but she remained strong. She told him that after a few months in the new relationship with Lee, Chuck began to realize that what he really meant by "I want that" when he saw Lee's cock. He wanted to be like Lee. It made sense. It explained everything he had always felt about himself that he had shared with no one, even Lee. It took several years, and Lee was with him all along the way as he transformed from Chuck to Charlene. That was a good thing, because Chuck's parents disowned him.

As Charlene, he lived a decent enough life in Thailand. Lee remained very close, although as the transformation went on she was less and less interested in sex with Chuck/Charlene. After a few more years, Charlene began to miss the United States, and decided to return. But to where?

Throughout all this, "Chuck" had stayed in touch with his aunt and uncle. They knew about his transformation, and were supportive. They tried, unsuccessfully, to get Charlene's parents to let her back into their lives. Auntie even visited Charlene in Thailand. So, Charlene decided to return to the Sweetlea's home across the way from where Steven used to live. That was three weeks ago, in late January. She holed herself up, hardly going outside except for a couple of times to the grocery store with her aunt. That's where she ran into Steven's sister, for just a moment.
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"Look," said Steven, his anger beginning to abate. "This is a little weird, don't you think? Maybe we should go." He had hardly touched the several courses of food that have been put before him.

"Steven, I didn't mean to deceive you. I understand if you never want to talk to me again, even though we used to be such good friends. But would you do one small thing for me?"

"What's that?"

"Please, dance with me, just for a few minutes. I'll let you lead. Then you can drop me off at my aunt's and you never have to see me again."

"What will people think?"

"Steven," Charlene responds, "Have you noticed a single person staring at me like I'm a freak? They're all too wrapped up in their own romantic nights."

Steven looked at Charlene for a moment. She smiled at him. He saw Chuck and her wrapped up in one package. His head was spinning. He didn't know what to do. He was more confused than at almost any time in his life. And he was immobilized. So, Charlene stood up, took his hand, and led him to the dance floor. He was in a daze. The small orchestra was playing a slowish tune, and as if on automatic pilot Steven began to move Charlene around the floor. He had always been a pretty good dancer. He held her around the waist and pulled her in close. She smelled good, and he could feel her soft hair on his cheek. He felt her breasts pushing slightly against his chest. The weirdness started to give way to a feeling of comfort, and then to a sense of contentment. He lost himself in the dancing and forgot how awkward the whole date idea had been and how shocked he was to find out it was a date with Chuck.

The music stopped and everyone began to clap for the musicians, but Steven was still leading Charlene around the floor. She whispered to him that he could stop.

"Thank you, Steven," she said. "I'm really sorry if I hurt you. Would you drop me at home now?"

They grabbed their coats and headed to the car. It wasn't too long a drive, and they rode in silence. They arrived at the Sweetlea's house, which was dark. "My aunt and uncle are such romantics," said Charlene. "They went to the city for dinner and booked a hotel room."

Steven said nothing. He looked at Charlene and wondered what it was like to be Chuck. He wondered how his old friend had lived? Had he felt trapped? Did he always know something was wrong? Was it some sort of phase?

Charlene watched his face for a moment. Suddenly, very quickly, she kissed him on the cheek, said "sorry" and "thanks," and jumped out of the car. In a flash, she was gone, inside the house.

Steven sat there with the engine idling for a few minutes, looking at the house. And then he drove home. He entered his house, and turned on the TV. The news was on, and the weatherman was reporting that the snow that had stopped in the past few hours was going to start again soon. Steven looked outside and began to think again about his empty life. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a shot of whiskey, and sat on the couch to drink it. Bringing the glass to his mouth, he smelled Charlene on his hand from when he had had his arm around her waist. The whiskey, too, reminded him of her. It was the same kind of whiskey they had enjoyed at the lounge.

"I must be out of my mind!" Steven thought, but he grabbed his coat, headed to the car, and drove quickly to the Sweetlea's. He pulled into the driveway, jumped out, and went up the walkway. He was just about to knock when Charlene opened the door.

"May I come in?" Steven asked.

She opened the door and he walked into the living room. He looked at her and was just about to speak when she came right up to him and kissed him full on the lips. She stuck her tongue in his mouth and they continued to kiss. She molded herself against him and he put his arms around her. They kissed for what seemed like hours.

The room had a soft glow. They moved to the couch, and Steven again was just about to speak. Charlene put her finger to her lips to gesture that he should be quiet. Still, Steven stammered, "I don't know how to do this."

"Shhhh," said Charlene.

Steven's heart was pounding. Charlene was right against him. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. Her lips found his ear. He was in a kind of trance. Quickly, Charlene pushed him down on the couch and put herself on top of him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him again. Steven could smell her and sense how smooth she must be.

Before long, Steven and Charlene began to explore each other with their hands. He reached in to her dress and cupped one of his breasts in his hand, gently touching the nipple, which immediately hardened. Charlene put her hand in his pants and found his cock, which she rubbed gently through his briefs before grinding herself against it. He struggled with his one free hand to push his pants down, and then she jumped up and held out her hand to take him to her bedroom. He held her hand and walked down the hall, with difficulty, because his pants were down around his ankles.

In the bedroom, Charlene turned on a small lamp that allowed for just enough light to see each other, pushed Steven down on her bed, and pulled off her dress. She had on a small little bra and a thong, matching baby blue. Steven was mesmerized. She climbed onto the bed and pulled off the rest of his clothes. His cock stood straight up, and she gave it a little kiss on the tip, which made it leak. Steven was embarrassed.

"It's okay, honey," Charlene said. "We'll go slow."

Steven moaned.

"Undress me, baby," she said.

Steven unhooked the bra and her small breasts fell out. They were beautiful, and he couldn't move. So Charlene put first one, and then the other, in his mouth, very gently. He licked her nipples.

"Undress me all the way," she begged into his ear, and licked his neck. Her tongue felt like soft silk on his skin. He slowly pulled down her panties, noticing that they were a bit moist, and revealed her cock. It was long and semi-hard, and he could tell that it was bigger than his own. He wondered for a moment how she had hidden it.

They drank in the sight of each other, now completely naked. Then Steven touched her cock and said, "I want that."

He gently stroked it, and she let out a low purr. Her cock jumped at her touch, and began to grow and leak some more.

"Taste it, Steven, please." Charlene looked right into his eyes.

Steven took Charlene's hard cock in his mouth and began to suck. He figured he must be doing it right, because Charlene began to writhe and buck on the bed, and her purring turned to deeper moans. "Don't stop," she insisted.

Steven felt her cock get even harder in his mouth, and he felt his growing, too. All of a sudden, Charlene spasmed and shot a thick, creamy load of cum right down Steven's throat. He was so surprised that he took his mouth off of her before she was finished, and the last of it sprayed onto the two of them.

Steven had a bemused look on his face. Charlene brought his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply, sharing the cum. She seemed to know what she wants, Steven thought. He had never tasted cum before.

After that kiss, Charlene stroked Steven to keep him hard, and then she got on her back next to him and asked him if he wanted to cum, too.

"Yes," was all Steven could say.

"Will you cum in me, Steven?" Charlene asked. "Will you make love to me?" And with that, Charlene pulled Steven on top of her, put her legs in the air, rubbed the wet tip of his cock on her back pussy, and told him to put it in. It went in, easily.

"Now make love to me, Steven," Charlene said. "Look at me and feel how good it is. Fill me and make me yours."

Steven had never done anything like this before. The few times he'd been with a woman had never involved anything around back. But he did what he was told, and soon his entire body felt as if electricity was coursing through it. Charlene moved to meet every thrust, and they were locked in a rhythm that felt better than anything he had ever done before.

"Cum in me, Steven. I'm yours." Charlene was moaning.

Steven continued to move in and out of Charlene. Suddenly, she squealed and he saw some liquid spurt out of her cock, which he had been looking at when he wasn't looking deep into her eyes. That was all it took, and Steven's cock began to spurt and spurt and spurt until he felt as if he had spent a lifetime's worth of cum into Charlene. He collapsed on her. They stayed that way for a long time, adjusting to a comfortable position until the wetness caused Steven to slide out of Charlene with a plop.

Charlene nestled in close to Steven and told him how much she had missed him. She saw the clock by the bedside, which read 11:59.

"You know, my love, it's still Valentine's Day. Will you be my Valentine?"

Steven smiled, and they fell asleep.

The next morning, Elizabeth woke up across the street and went to the window. She saw Steven's car in the Sweetlea's driveway. She went to find her phone and called Charlene's aunt. There was no answer - they were probably still in bed at the hotel - so she left a message.

"It worked. They're where they're supposed to be."
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Rudy and Ronda lived in the Hollywood hills. He was a senior manager at Transmicro and she was director of environmental transformation for the City of LA. They have a nice large house, two Mercedes coupes and no children. One morning after a big party they had held the previous evening, they were sitting up in bed having some coffee. You know Rudy, if we are going to have more parties like that one; I think we need a housekeeper. Yes I know, he said, the house is a mess. I will talk to Ramon our gardener and see if he knows anybody. The next day Rudy asked Ramon if he knew of a young women who could do live-in housekeeping. Ramon thought a moment and said, yes my niece is looking for work and she has had experience housekeeping and Mexican cooking.
Rudy said she sounds like what we are looking for and Ramon agreed to send her over. That evening Rosa arrived and they interviewed her. She said she was nineteen but she looked more like thirteen. Her English was limited but they managed to communicate ok. She was very pretty with dark eyes; long black hair and light brown skin. They liked her and she understood that she was expected to live-in. The next day she arrived with her things and Rudy showed her to her room. She seemed very pleased with the bedroom and then Ronda went over what Rosa was expected to do.
Things went well for the next few days, Rosa brought them coffee in the morning and fixed breakfast and did the cleaning. That weekend, Rudy showed Rosa how to clean the pool. Then Rudy sat in the chaise with a beer and watched her sweep the pool. She was slim; however, she had a very cute butt which Rudy found pleasing to watch while she swept the pool. Her titties were petite like a developing adolescent girl. He kept wondering if she really was nineteen.
Rudy and Ronda had a good sexual relationship. Before marriage she would have been considered a “hottie” and still was a very sexy woman. Rudy loved her and really like to lick her pussey and bring her to a roaring orgasm, then he would plunge his big cock deep into her waiting vagina and fuck her brains out. Now, however, he was beginning to find Rosa interesting. She was always friendly around him, sometimes she almost seemed flirtatious. When in the kitchen with her he was often tempted to pat that cute butt. He resisted because he suspected that if Ronda caught him messing with Rosa, Rosa would be gone.
Early one morning as it was just getting light he walked past Rosa’s bedroom door. He noticed it was ajar so he gently pushed it open. Rosa was lying on her back making low moaning noises. Her blanket near her waist was sticking up like a little tent. Rudy quietly entered the room and gently pulled back the blanket and lifted her night gown out of the way. As he suspected she had a lovely erection. It was not large but it was perfect. She was continuing to squirm slightly and moan. Obviously, she was having a sexy dream, possibly a “wet” dream. Rudy had never even thought about transsexuals much less suck one; nevertheless he felt an irresistible impulse to kiss Rosa’s cute cock.
He bent over and very lightly kissed it, she let out a louder moan. That did it; he slid his wet lips down over the cock head and down the shaft. Immediately his mouth filled with hot thick creamy cum. Her wet dream had arrived and he was there to receive it. At first he wasn’t sure what to do with it but then his mind told him to swallow it and he did. My, he thought, it’s good. Then Rosa suddenly opened her eyes looked at Rudy and her cock and started to scream. Rudy put his finger to his lips indicating to her to keep quiet. He smiled at her and leaned over and gave her softening cock several more sucks and a kiss. She looked at him and a broad smile crossed her face, gracias, gracias muy bueno, she said. He licked her remaining cum off his lips and kissed her smile. You’re wonderful, I love you, he said.
He left her and rushed up the stairs to their bedroom and Ronda. He dove under the sheets and nuzzled his face between her thighs and began kissing and licking her pussey. She woke up and lifted the sheet and said, well we are rather horny this morning, aren’t we. He didn’t answer; he wanted her to cum so he could take care of his raging hardon. It didn’t take her long, Rudy’s passionate pussey loving turned her on in no time and she came with a roar. This went on for several days with Rudy practically raping her every morning. Finally Ronda got up early and went down stairs to find Rudy. She heard noises in Rosa’s room and peeked in. There was Rudy with Rosa’s cock deep in his mouth and Rosa holding his head and thrusting her pelvis in sexual ecstasy.
She entered the room and said, well, well it looks like my husband has a new hobby. Rudy jumped off the bed and Rosa covered herself up. I’m sorry Ronda I shouldn’t be doing this, please forgive me I won’t do it again. Ronda said, so since when did you become gay, did your buddy boy Rosa here seduce you. No, no, I’m not gay, Rosa is transsexual, she’s female. Gay guys like guys. Look at her; she is a beautiful female who happens to have a cock. Well, it is true, she is lovely but you sure were enjoying sucking her cock. Now I know why you have been so horny in the morning.
Ronda looked at Rosa’s terrified face and reached over caressed her. It’s all right sweetie, I like you to. She then kissed Rosa on the lips. She looked at Rudy and said, you didn’t know I have lesbian tendencies did you? Rudy felt very relieved that Ronda didn’t freak out, plus she seems to like the situation. The next morning, Rosa brought the coffee up to their bedroom along with three cups. She snuggled up between Ruby and Ronda, they hugged and kissed each other and contemplated how they would love each other after coffee.
Rudy reached over and took hold of Rosa’s cock as Rosa took hold of Rudy’s cock as Rosa reached over and took hold of Ronda’s bountiful breast as Ronda caressed Rosa’s petite titties. Guess what! The three of them lived happily ever after!
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Couldn't the boss of this site open up some space for stories as TXT.
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The other day, I had to go into LA on business. I looked up my old high school buddy, Rodney and we met for a beer. We sat at a table in the back of the bar and after catching up on family affairs, we started to talk about our Internet interests. I told him about how I liked the Transladyboy site and some of the posting I had done there. He admitted he also liked tgirls and often pleasured himself while watching video clips of sexy trannys. He looked at me and said "I shouldn't tell you this but I am having a relationship with a tranny".
Since you are married to lovely wife how did you manage to do that, I said.
Well, its an amazing story but I can give you the basics, he said.

One morning, we were having our coffee when the wife (Trish) said she wanted to see the grandkids.
Well, I have a lot of things to do around here, I said, so why don't you go ahead, take a week off and visit them.
Well OK, she said, but I wish we went together.

Trish left the next day and I had the house to myself. As usual, that evening I logged into the Internet and checked some tranny sites for potential pictures to save. By now, I had hundreds of fine hard cocked tranny pictures and some video clips, on my flash drive. I knew that it is unwise to have porn on the hard drive, you never know who might snoop around.
I typed into Google, "trannys San Diego" and several "escort" sites popped up, I scanned through them looking for good pictures. As I went down the list on one site I saw the name Amanda, clicked on it and this drop dead gorgeous tranny photo appeared. I read her intro. and looked at the other pictures she had posted.
Oh my God, she is so gorgeous, I want her, I thought!
I then realized I was alone for a few days and the thought occurred that I could call her and set up a date. This got me really excited and I thought do I really have the nerve to go to a real tranny? I mulled the thought over for a whole day getting hornier by the hour. Finally, I called her, she had a pleasant low voice and sounded very friendly, so I set up a date at a hotel near the beach. The time came and I drove down to San Diego feeling very excited about my new adventure. We had agreed to meet in the hotel bar at five pm so we could have a drink and then dinner. I walked into the bar just before five and didn't see her. I got a drink and sat down at a table away from the bar and waited. My heart was thumping and I was wondering if she was going to show up. I waited, and waited and the anxiety was rising. Then, I saw her. She came striding into the bar wearing a micro mini skirt, net stockings and braless, her breasts were jiggling under a gorgeous satin blouse. She was stunning and the men at the bar all swung around to stare at her. I stood up and held up my drink to get her attention, she looked at me, smiled and came over to the table.
Well Amanda, I am glad to meet you, what would you like to drink?
Ill have a Gin and Tonic, good that's what I am having.
We chatted about various things and had a fine dinner of fresh dungeness crab. I loved how she aggressively tore the crab legs apart with her teeth and savored the delicious crab meat.
We finished dinner and headed up to the room. She went up the stairs in front of me and her long legs and tight rear end swaying in that mini skirt was a site to behold. I knew she was glancing back to see if I was looking at her, god it looked so good. We entered the room, closed and locked the door. We went over to the window and looked at the harbor lights, I turned to her and kissed her on the cheek. She responded with a light kiss on my lips.
She said, shall we take a shower together? I agreed and we stripped down and I looked at her naked body, she was perfect, lovely breasts, a narrow waist and nice round hips. Her cock and balls looked smooth very nice. She smiled, glanced at my half erect cock and headed for the shower. Showering with her was an incredible experience. Standing behind her and caressing her soaped breasts and then reaching down and soaping her hard cock was an experience I will never forget. This was while my hard cock was firmly planted between her lovely plump tranny cheeks. Then, I got down on my knees and loved her cock while she caressed my head, god, this is heaven! We got out of the shower and I proceeded to slowly and carefully dry her off. Drying her arms, legs and torso with special attention to her breasts, cock and balls. She obviously enjoyed the attention and her cock remained erect the whole time.
When I finished drying her, I gently kissed the tip of her erect cock she smiled and said, I like the way you treat me.

We stood there hugging and kissing while our hard cocks rubbed against each other, I was so horny that I was getting a little dizzy and my knees were wobbly. She sensed my condition and sat down in the lounge chair, moved her hips forward and spread her legs wide giving me a full view of her big lovely hard cock and her smooth shapely legs. What an incredible sight to behold!
You want to suck it, don''t you, she said.
I have never wanted anything more, I said.
I proceeded to kiss it and lick it and suck it and love it, alternating with kissing and sucking her balls. She was obviously enjoying my attentions but I knew that to make her cum, I would need some direction from her.
I would love to make you cum in my mouth, can you please guide me, I said.
She took my left hand and cradled her balls with the index finger on her anus. She wrapped my right hand around her cock. Then she said, as you suck me hold your fist to your lips so your hand strokes my cock while your mouth sucks the head. Rub your finger around my ass as you caress my balls. Listen to my groans to guide your actions. I carefully followed her directions and after a while, it worked. She responded with increasing moans and groans. Finally, she grasped my head, held it firmly and rapidly fucked me, thrusting her throbbing cock deep into my mouth. Suddenly, she gasped and stream after stream of hot creamy tranny cum flooded my mouth.
Oh my god, her cumming is amazing. I swallowed it best I could, I wanted all of it. By now my cock was screaming and that dear sweet tranny took care of it like it belonged to her, sucking me into erotic heaven.
Amanda, there is nothing I can say to relay to you how good you make me feel. All I can do is kiss you and hug you and love you, I said.

I said, my god Rodney, that is fantastic, please continue, what happened next.
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Well, we ordered drinks and sat on the balcony looking at the bay. She turned to me and said, you desperately needed me, are you married?
Yes, I am married and we have a pretty good sex life but I have needed something and you have provided it, I have wanted to love a tranny for so long. My wife is very beautiful but she is sexually conservative. She makes no effort to excite me and is content to let me do the lovemaking. She is somewhat prudish about sex, I guess you could say.
So you wish she was a slut, is that what you are saying?
Yes exactly, I would love for her to be slutty, suck my cock and drive me crazy.
Well why don't you bring her down here and let me turn her into a slut?
What! you could do that? I would love it if you could do that.
We finished our drinks, packed up, hugged, kissed and said goodbye.
Don't forget my offer she said.
I grinned and said, I wont.
I got home and Trish was already home.
Oh you are home sooner, how come? Well I tried calling you and there was no answer, I got worried and came home.
Where have you been, by the way?
Well, I went down to San Diego for a couple of days to relax.
While I was down there I met someone I would like you to meet.
Oh really, one of your beer drinking buddies I suppose.
No actually its a she, a young women who could teach you some artful techniques.
Oh really, I always wanted to learn more about art.
I smiled, she is very good at it and I think you will love it, I said, chuckling under my breath.
Shall I set up an appointment?
Sure, I have nothing going this week.
I called Amanda and arranged for Tina and me to meet her Friday evening.
We did the same routine, meeting at the bar and then dinner. Amanda arrived in a very different outfit, however. She was dressed in a lovely dress but not overly sexy. She and Trish chatted like girls do and it was obvious Trish liked Amanda. Amanda would put her hand on Trish's hand as she talked and always looked into Trish's eyes. I noticed their knees were touching under the table and Amanda was caressing Trish's knee. Trish seemed to be getting a little excited as we finished after dinner drinks. Amanda's charm was getting to her. We went up to the room, Trish and Amanda were laughing and giggling. When we got inside, Amanda immediately took Trish in her arms and kissed her on the lips. Trish looked shocked and confused, Amanda kissed her again. I could see Trish wilt slightly, she didn't resist. She then opened her lips as Amanda kissed her again.
Oh my, I think things are working, I thought.
Trish looked at Amanda and began taking off her clothes. Amanda stood there smiling and watching. Trish has a gorgeous figure and Amanda looked impressed. Trish was standing there naked. Amanda again took Trish in her arms and kissed her passionately then knelt down and suckled her lovely breasts. Trish was loving it, Amanda knelt down further, and began licking Trish's pussey. Now Trish was really turned on.
Oh Amanda why don't you take off your clothes too?
I will my dear in good time.
Meanwhile, I was on the sidelines watching Amanda seduce my wife. Amanda lead Trish to the bed and laid her down on her back and spread her legs apart.
Now Trish close your eyes and play with your clitty while I get undressed, she said.
Trish complied, Amanda stripped and she got on the bed above Trish. Her big erect cock ready to plunge into Trish's wet pussey.
Keep your eyes closed, she said, as she slowly inserted her hard cock into Trish's pussey. Trish smiled and groaned, oh, thats so good, Amanda, yes its so good, oh my god, yes thats so good.
Trish didn't realize she was loving Amanda's shecock. She opened her eyes and looked down at Amanda's shecock fucking her pussey.
Oh my god, Amanda, you have a cock, are you a man?
No my dear I am a transsexual and I am going to fuck your brains out.
Well, nobody has ever done that before she giggled.
Amanda then slowly slide her cock in and out of trish for several minutes and then suddenly rapidly pounded her pussey for a few seconds and then returned to the slow rhythmic thrusting. It got to the point that every time Amanda pounded Trish's pussey, she had an orgasm. This seemed to go on for hours.
Each time Trish had an orgasm, Amanda said, you are a slut aren't you?
Trish began saying yes, oh yes I am a slut, I love being a slut, oh fuck me, fuck my slutty pussey, oh I want more, more!
Finally, Trish started breathing heavily and said, enough, please stop, I cant take any more. Amanda ignored her and continued to pound her pussey. Trish was begging her to stop but Amanda just fucked her harder, she was relentless.
Finally Trish gasped and fainted dead away. Amanda slowed down her fucking and looked at me and smiled as she withdrew her shecock from Trish, dripping with my wife's pussey juices.
Its all yours now, she said, as she stood by the bed.
I eagerly knelled down and began licking my wifes pussey juices off Amanda;s shecock. What a strange sensual experience, but I loved it. I remembered Amanda's instructions on making her cum and eventually, I was successful, she rewarded me with another bountiful load of her creamy tranny cum.
Trish awoke as I was finishing off Amanda and started crying.
I wanted to do that, she said.
Then I realized Amanda's transforming Trish into a sexy slut was successful.
Amanda went over to Trish and let her kiss and suck her still nearly hard cock and Trish relished it. Amanda then kissed Trish on the lips and told her how beautiful and sexy she is. Trish smiled and kissed her back.

Rodney, I love this story, lets order another round while you finish what happened next with your wife.
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Rodney, I love this story, lets order another round while you finish what happened next with your wife.

We showered, dressed, bid Amanda goodbye and headed for home. As we drove up the freeway, I noticed Trish had slid her hand down her panties and was rubbing her pussey. She removed her hand and rubbed pussy juice on my lips with her fingers, then she started rubbing my cock.
Why don't you pull over, I need something, she said.
We pulled over and she immediately zipped open my pants, pulled out my cock and eagerly began sucking it. Oh my god, I thought, I love this. She continued sucking until I could no longer hold it and I filled her with loads of hot cum. She took all of it licking up every drop. She then licked her lips and said, Do you like your slutty wife?
My dear, you are a dream cum true, I then gave her a passionate kiss.
When are we going to see Amanda again, she asked, with pleading eyes.
Soon my dear, very soon. She laid her head on my lap and we headed on home.

Wow, that's quite a story Rodney, you must be a very happy man.
I certainly am, he said, as we clinked our beer mugs together.
Humm, I thought, I wonder if Amanda could trans-form my wife.
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I had recently graduated from Stanford in electronic engineering and began work at a small startup company called Transmicro. My office was on the main floor along with other engineers. Transmicro was actively applying for government grants to develop electronic thought processing devices. Consequently, there was a lot of paperwork going from one engineer to another. The company hired an assistant to assist in moving the grant applications around. The supervisor brought her around and introduced her to each of us. As she entered my office, her beauty was immediately apparent. She was slim but shapely but what were striking were her beautiful long tresses of red hair and her milk white skin. She name was Misha and she had just graduated from University of California in industrial marketing. This first job was simply to get her acquainted with the business operations.
Almost daily she stopped by to pick up or exchange documents. She was very busy so there was little opportunity to talk to her or get acquainted. One day I left my office and not looking where I was going, bumped into her. She had an armload of papers that fell to the floor. I apologized and knelt down to help her pick them up. As we were collecting the papers I looked up at her and we made eye contact. Her eyes were an incredible clear blue and my heart skipped a beat as we seemed frozen in time. It was only a moment but I knew something happened that I did not understand.
After that encounter I noticed that she always smiled at me as she passed my office. I began to wonder how I could meet her and get to know her better. The company announced that it was supporting a bike club for employees. I signed up and our first meeting was the following Saturday. I loaded my bike and got to the meeting place on time. We were busy getting our bikes ready when I heard someone say "hello". I turned around and it was Misha standing by her bike.
Well hi, I said, I didn't know you liked to bike.
Misha said, I have had this bike for some time but I don't like to ride alone.
There were eight of us and we headed out into the countryside. Misha was in front of me. I enjoyed watching her shapely legs pedal and her firm rear was also a delight. What was really wonderful was her long red hair streaming behind her as she picked up speed. We had a delightful ride and returned to the cars. I asked Misha if she had plans for dinner and she said no, so I invited her to a local seafood bar. The food was great but making eye contact with her was like she was a goddess, so beautiful.
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It's late at night. You let out a huge yawn; you're getting ready to go to bed. As you trudge wearily up the stairs to your bedroom, you start to feel an uncomfortable prickling sensation across your skin. You shrug it off as just another symptom of tiredness, but as you pull out your pajamas and start undressing for bed, the sensation gets more intense. You itch your skin, but the tingling, pricky sensation only increases. It feels like pins and needles, but over your whole body.

As you itch, working yourself into a sweat, you start to feel a kind of pinch at your waist. With a kind of muffled crunch, your hip bones realign themselves, widening out with a pop. The itching across that part of your body starts to fade, replaced with warmth.

Pulling down your trousers, you feel a strange pushing sensation in your buttocks as your butt starts to tingle intensely. Layers of fat form under your skin as you develop an ass that wouldn't seem out of place on a porn star... but it certainly looks strange on you, as you open your wardrobe door and check yourself out in the full-length mirror. Coupled with your changed hips, your entire abdomen looks like it belongs to a hot young girl - well, except for your penis, which is beginning to stir.

Your legs are the next things to change. You feel as if they're being stretched and pulled; any body hair still remaining fades into your skin as the prickling sensation subsides and your legs reshape into a gorgeous set of long, luscious and sexy pins. Your feet, still contained within your socks, contract, growing smaller and more petite.

By now you've worked out what seems to be happening to you, as strange and disturbing as it seems. You're turning into a woman, and a hot one at that. You don't feel sick or worried, though - it's as if your mind had accepted what was happening to you from the moment it began, and is converting any negative feelings you might have had into... well, it feels a lot like arousal to you. Your penis stands to attention as you feel the tingling sensation start to flow in waves around your upper body.

Your arms slim down, like your legs, losing any hair they might have had, and losing muscle definition too. Your fingernails begin growing outwards, and impossibly colour themselves a deep shade of glossy red, as if you'd just painted them yourself.

The sensation works its way up to your neck, and as it passes your throat, you gasp and cough, hearing the sounds become higher-pitched and more feminine in tone. "Oh my god," you splutter, "I'm really turning into a girl!". Your lips plump out and, like your fingernails, gain a glossy red coating. You feel a slight twinge as your cheekbones and nose shift, remaking your face into something more suitable for what your body is becoming. You blink; eyelashes growing full and thick, while your eyebrows thin out.

Transfixed by the process of transformation still raging through your body, you can only watch as the roots of your hair turn blonde, and like a river, start growing out at a phenomenal rate, inching down to the centre of your back until you have a mane of soft, blonde hair. You run your red-nailed fingers through it in awe, feeling its softness, caressing it against your cheeks.

There's only two things left now: which will come first? The prickling wave starts pulsing, in time with your heartbeat, and as your nipples perk up into hard nubs, you realise what's coming next. Unafraid, you look at yourself in the mirror, watching and waiting.

Without warning, your chest pushes forward, causing the first real jab of pain that you've felt in this whole process. The pain quickly turns to pleasure, as the area behind your nipples starts puffing out, the flesh forming small mounds. You will your body not to stop there; if this has to happen, you want it done right! And your body responds by slowly expanding your growing breasts. You feel them grow bigger and bigger with every breath you take, your nipples growing indescribably hard and sensitive, until you can't stop yourself any more - you grab your D-cup breasts and squeeze, feeling their softness and triggering a wave of arousal that threatens to tip you over the edge.

You stare at this new vision of loveliness in the mirror, the girl that is somehow, unaccountably you, despite all that's happened to you. You look into your changed eyes, as if you're begging your female self to finish what she started; to complete you. Your eyes flash to your penis, still triumpantly erect and throbbing... but the itching, prickling sensation fades, just as quickly as it arrived, and you're left gasping for release, covered in sweat. You flop down on the bed, almost exhausted, but still aching with arousal.

You can't take it any more. You One hand on your wonderful new soft breast, and the other on your throbbing cock, you start pumping up and down. One hand squeezes and massages your tit while the other strokes your fully-grown member; the transformation was erotic enough, the view in the mirror in front of you even more so, and it doesn't take much to bring yourself to climax. Your cum spurts over your breasts; all that tension and arousal explodes inside of you again and again as you scream, experiencing your first multiple orgasm.

You pick yourself back up off the bed, wobbling unsteadily on your changed feet. You look at yourself in the mirror: a tall, leggy blonde with perfect D-cup breasts... and a 7-inch penis, rapidly becoming flaccid once more. "So I'm a... a..." You search for the word. "...a shemale?" You don't quite know what to make of it; part of you wishes the transformation had gone further, giving you a vagina to play with, but you feel happy with your new form nonetheless. You think of all the fun you could have with your new body... all the men, and women, you could meet... and fuck... and smile. Your cock begins to rise once more. Maybe this won't be so bad after all!
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You pick yourself back up off the bed, wobbling unsteadily on your changed feet. You look at yourself in the mirror: a tall, leggy blonde with perfect D-cup breasts... and a 7-inch penis, rapidly becoming flaccid once more. "So I'm a... a..." You search for the word. "...a shemale?" You don't quite know what to make of it; part of you wishes the transformation had gone further, giving you a vagina to play with, but you feel happy with your new form nonetheless. You think of all the fun you could have with your new body... all the men, and women, you could meet... and fuck... and smile. Your cock begins to rise once more. Maybe this won't be so bad after all!

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All during dinner, my mind was trying to build up enough courage to invite her on a weekend trip. Finally, as we finished dinner, I said, Misha, Our family has a cabin near Lake Tahoe and I would like to invite you up there coming weekend. Suddenly, a pained look crossed her face. She reached over and placed her hand on mine, and said. I like you very much, you are a lot of fun to be with but I feel I must tell you something about me. I looked at her hand and then her pained face. You know Misha that I like you and will try to understand if you don't want to get serious with me. No, no, she said, it's not that, it's um, well I am a transsexual. For a moment, I stared at her trying to process what she said. I had never known a transsexual although I had a pretty good idea what the term meant. As the shock wore off, I said, Misha you are a very nice person, I like you and I hope you will come with me to the cabin. If you want to just be friends, that's okay. You are fine just the way you are. The pain left her face and a lovely smile flowed over her. She leaned over the table and kissed me on the lips. Thank you, she said.
We left early Saturday morning and arrived at the cabin that evening. It was chilly so I started a fire in the fireplace. I then opened a bottle of Pinot Noir, sliced some cheese and made a plate of crackers and cheese. Misha was sitting on the couch facing the fire as I brought in the wine and snacks. I sat down beside her as she looked up at me and smiled. I thought to myself, god she is so beautiful. We lifted our glasses of wine and toasted as the firelight glinted through the ruby red wine. I turned and looked into those deep blue eyes and could see the flames flickering in them. I slowly moved to her and gently kissed her lips. I felt them soften as she accepted. I felt an upwelling of love as we embraced and continued kissing. I love you, I said. She looked into my eyes with tears in hers and said you are a good man and I am beginning love you too. She then placed her head on my shoulder as I held her in my arms. She looked up at me and we both smiled, this is bliss, I thought. We continued to sip our wine and watch the flickering flames.
I felt very antsy about pursuing her sexually and apparently she sensed my anxiety. It's been a long day and I need some sleep, are you Okay with that? She said. I felt some relief; I needed more time to sort out my emotions. The next morning, I made coffee and brought it to the bedroom. She was sitting up in bed and I got into bed next to her and we sipped our coffee. As we finished our coffee she moved her hand across my thigh to between my legs. I immediately got an erection as she looked at me to see my reaction. I kissed her and reached over between her legs and felt her cock beginning to swell. It wasn't long before we were both fully erect. Her hand wrapped around my cock was the most blissful feeling I had ever experienced. We both sat there with our eyes closed feeling the erotic pleasure in our turgid cocks. This is wonderful, I said. Yes I love it, I enjoy the sensual bliss residing in my tranny cock. It's as though my female side and male side have combined to double the pleasure. She said, this may be difficult for you, but let's not go further for now, Okay? I agreed, but my cock really wanted to continue exploring her sexuality.

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We showered, had a quick breakfast and went out for a walk. As we went down the path the weather was brisk and bright and I felt great. We were chatting away when she gave me a bump that almost knocked me off the trail. I bumped her back and she pushed me down and ran away laughing. I got up and pursued her. I was surprised how fast she was but I was gaining on her. As she looked back at me she tripped on a stick and fell down and I was on her in an instant. I tried to kiss her but she grabbed my arms and started to roll me over. I was amazed at her strength and I struggled to hold her down. I managed to hold her arms over her head and look down at her flushed face. As I looked into her eyes, I felt her relax slightly and she smiled. "You won't get away with this next time" she said. Physically subduing her was an amazing turn on and I began kissing her with increasing passion. She responded with equal passion and we melted into each other.
We gradually came out of the meltdown and slowly stood up. I brushed the leaves off her back and gave her butt a squeeze. "Watch it buster, those puppies are for special occasions", she said. We both laughed and headed for the cabin. She started running and we raced back to the cabin neck and neck. At the last moment, she put in a burst of energy and beat me by a hair. We gasped for air and fell down on the couch. Once I caught my breath, I grabbed her and started tickling her. She squealed and tried to get away but I was able to hold her. She said, stop it!, stop it!, If you don't stop it, I will get and erection. "Ah, ha, then I will never stop. I tickled her some more. "If you don't watch it, I will take you when you least expect it", she said. I felt a tingle in the loins when she said that. I was still on top of her looking into her eyes and she whispered in my ear, "would you like to suck me?.
The rush of excitement was almost unbearable. I was shaking as I clumsily tried to unbutton her jeans. She helped me get them unbuttoned and I pulled them down her lovely legs. I could see a nice bulge in her panties and knelt down and kissed it. I then pulled down her panties and proceeded to passionately love her tranny cock. She squirmed and moaned as I stroked it and sucked it and licked it and kissed it. I loved it, I could feel the throbbing urgent sex in there getting ready to reward me with her love juices. Suddenly all of her sexual tension was released filling me with her love. Her thighs grasped my head as the last of her orgasmic contractions throbbed between my lips. This is heaven, I thought.
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I rolled over and she immediately went on me and worked my cock into an erotic frenzy with her tongue. Stroking and sucking to the point of orgasm and then pausing and again working it up. Over and over she did it until I pleaded with her to finish me off I couldn't take any more. When it happened, it was like Mt. Vesuvius erupting. I had never cum like that before. We just sat there on the couch for a long time holding each other and not saying anything. This was a special moment for me and I believed it was for Misha.
We pulled ourselves together, showered and decided to go out for dinner. The village was not far away so we decided to walk. I held her hand as we strolled down the country road. It was late afternoon and the tree shadows were stretching across the meadow. The village had a good restaurant since this is a popular ski area in the winter. I made reservations so our table was ready. As we walked to the table, I watched the men and some women notice her. Her stunning beauty and the way she walked caught their attention. It pleased me that she was mine and that they had no idea she was transsexual. It is so delightful to go to a nice restaurant with beautiful women. I slid my foot over to hers and she slipped off her shoe and began rubbing my leg. We ordered steamed clams in garlic sauce as an appetizer and fresh caught salmon for dinner. I loved watching her eat, the movement of her sensual lips was very erotic as she savored the succulent salmon, licking her lips with each bite. We had a nice bottle of Chardonnay with dinner, but passed on the desserts as we were both stuffed.
It was dark as we returned to the cabin. Fortunately, we had flashlights to see our way. We entered the cabin and I proceeded to start a fire in the fireplace. We got into our nightclothes and with a blanket over our legs got comfortable on the couch in front of the fire. I put my arm around her and she cuddled up to me. I thought about how delightful the morning was when we sat in bed holding each other's cocks and feeling the erotic bliss emanating from them. She said, you know, I really enjoyed this morning. There are times when just some moderate sexual pleasure is desirable. Going at it all night can be great but it's like burning a candle at both ends. I am glad you enjoy the sensitive blissful aspect of erotic pleasure. I said, you know I was just thinking the same thing. I hugged her and gently cradled one of her lovely breasts. She sighed and kissed me. She said, would you like to kiss them? I love you and I love your beautiful breasts. I unbuttoned her night clothes and revealing her petite lovelies. Leaning over I kissed the nipple of each one. The flickering fire light danced across her breasts like it was delighting in her erotic loveliness. I continued to love her breasts and kiss her lips but somehow we managed to avoid further sexual involvement. The incredible session that afternoon was more than enough.
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The next morning she returned from taking a shower. She had on my bathrobe and her hair was still damp. The fire was blazing as she stood in front of it to warm up. I offered to dry her hair and she sat down on the couch facing the fire. I sat beside her and began to gently caress her long damp hair. She seemed to enjoy the attention. As her hair dried somewhat, I took a brush and brushed out the tangles. The firelight glistened on her lovely red tresses as she turned, said "thank you" and then gave me a sweet kiss. We sat there with coffee and she began to tell me about her life. "By the time I was three, I knew I was different from other boys. One day I was over at a neighbor's house playing with a little girl. She was into her mother's cosmetics and was putting on lipstick. She was doing a poor job so I offered to help her cover her lips." Then she offered to do me and I agreed. A little while later some boys came in and laughed at me and went and told my mother. She was very embarrassed and dragged me home crying and told me never to do that again. About a year later I was playing with some other girls (we had a lot of girls in our neighborhood). We were hanging out in a backyard shed. I noticed an older girl whispering to the other girls. She then came over to me and said "we want to see your pee pee. I hesitated but they were very friendly so I let the older girl unbutton my pants and take out my little cock. Before I knew it she was down on me sucking it while the other girls watched and giggled. I didn't really feel anything much but I liked the attention. Then I heard my mother calling me, I got up and quickly tried to get my pants buttoned up. My mother noticed and wanted to know what I was doing. I knew my mom shouldn't know what the girls were doing so I said I had to pee. She told me to never pee in public.
Well, I think that's enough about me for now" she said. We held hands and I imagined she had a lot more to tell about her transformation.
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"How much longer can I take this shit?" I thought as I walked into yet another department store. "How much?"
I was looking for a birthday gift for my god daughter, a 19 year-old college student. The last time I saw Dana she was...what? Five? Six? Hell, I couldn't remember her name half the damn time. But I felt sorry for her dad; Steve and I grew up together and he and his wife Cindy, Dana's mother, were now divorcing after 22 years of wedded bliss. He had started calling a lot, looking for reassurances and comfort. I endured the conversations as best I could. I tried to be a good friend. But one afternoon, he began crying on the phone; sobbing that he didn't have enough money to get Dana something decent before 'she left him too...' Jesus Christ, I thought. I was a sucker for a crying dude.
Besides, he was under the impression I had sent her cards for her birthdays and holidays all these years. Where he got that impression from I don't know; all I knew was it was wrong. I hadn't sent the kid anything, ever. But what the hell, right? Steve had saved my sorry ass enough times in the past. What goes around, comes around, I guess.
I kept moving, past the cosmetics counter, past the ladies shoes and through the women's clothes; racks filled with sour faced little old ladies swishing through the hangers with pissed off old men holding purses standing behind them. I stopped in the center of the store, by the escalators, and stood looking at the store directory.
"What do kids want for birthdays nowadays?" I muttered under my breath. I honestly didn't know. I'm 45 and single. I looked up the humming, moving stairs. Canned lights shone down; clear shelves lined with towels stood on one side of the landing above. Plates and bowls were stacked on identical shelves on the opposite side. I smiled.
"Shit, that's it! 'Housewares' or whatever they call it" I thought. "Every college kid needs that stuff."
I raced up the escalator and stepped off at the top, excusing myself past the mom and stroller that had slipped on in front of me. I stared in bewilderment at the array of towels and linens on one side; a confusing myriad of colors and textures. I turned away. Plates would be easier.
But across the store, something caught my eye.
Lingerie.
Panties.
Bras.
Corsets.
Pantyhose.
I confess. I'm a sucker for lingerie. I love looking at it; I love women wearing it, and I love to just touch it. Hell, I've even been known to slip on a pair of panties and pantyhose myself. Well, when no one else was around, of course.
Once, I stole a pair of panties from Cindy when she and Steve were visiting, a year or so before Dana was born. Cindy was a hottie; full and big natural breasts and legs up to her freakin' neck. Her eyes were a piercing green and when she walked, her ass. My god, her ass. I must have jerked off into her panties a hundred times. Finally, I tossed them. But damn, they felt good.
I love lingerie. I love lingerie stores, or lingerie departments in stores. I especially love it when there's a gorgeous girl working the floor. And today there was; a tall and sexy good looking brunette. "Damn man, finally got me a hot chick" I thought, "not some damn wrinkled fat granny like it usually is."
I strolled into the department and drifted among the rows of racks holding the soft and silky panties and bras, letting the sensuous fabrics brush against my arms and hands and fingertips. The girl at the counter glanced up at me and smiled. "Hello sir" she called. Are you looking for anything specific? A gift for your wife?" Her voice was sexy and raspy; deeper than I expected, yet feminine. Very feminine.
"No, not really" I said smiling back. "Something for my god daughter, actually."
I froze in my tracks, aware of what I had just said.
The girl looked startled.
"No..." I stammered. "Not for her here, just in general." I felt my skin flushing. "That sounded horrible, didn't it?"
I was close enough now to see the young ladies name tag. Paula.
"I promise I'm not a pervert, Paula."
Fuck. Quit while you're ahead for once.
Paula laughed and smiled. "Oh no sir, of course not." She lowered her gaze. "There are lots of men who like to come in and..." she paused. "Look."
She finished folding the teddy she had been working with on the counter top and pushed it aside.
"I've never had a gentleman tell me he's shopping in my department for their 'god daughter' though. That's a first."
I smiled. At least she thinks I'm a 'gentleman'.
"I suppose it would be, or 'hope' it would be, right?" Paula gazed at me for a moment, and reached for a pile of panties on one side of the counter. She lifted a pair of white lacey boy shorts and started to fold.
"Well" she said, "I'll be right here if you need anything, or want me to show you something."
I looked her up and down once more. She was dressed in a white linen skirt with open toed red pumps; she wore neutral colored pantyhose or stockings, her supple tan legs beautiful and long. She was tall, a full head taller than me. She must have been 5'8"; maybe 5'9". She wore a red tank top with a red bra underneath. The top would gap as she folded the panties on the counter, allowing me a peek of the cups. Her breasts were small, no larger than a B cup I was certain. Lovely. Her hair was a thick mane of brown silkiness, that would fall in cascades on her shoulders and at times, over her face, yet her brilliant blue eyes would sparkle through. Her make-up was subtle yet perfect; her lipstick a muted and soft red. I guessed she was in her late 20's; maybe her early 30's.
She smiled once again.
Fuck yeah I want to her to show me something.
"Great" I said. "Thanks."
I turned to resume my stroll among the panties; soft and satiny panties. Lacey, sheer sorts of things were some of my favorites. They were all around me. I glanced back at Paula. "I should get over here to visit here more often" I thought.
There was a slight tug on my left hip, and a rush of fabric was suddenly against my back. The rack of panties to my left fell to the floor with a metallic clang.
A pair of neon pink thongs with the words "Love me Tender" silk screened on the front hung from cell phone holster; their hanger still clinging to one thin strap.
Paula was at my side in an instant. "Are you ok?" she asked, touching my arm with her hand. Her fingers were long and elegant, with bright red polish on the nails; her touch soft and reassuring.
"Yeah" I said blushing, I'm fine." I looked at the rack of underwear, now splayed across the floor in front of me. In front of me and Paula.
"What happened?" she asked.
I held up the neon pink "Love me Tender" panties, the hanger still dangling.
"These caught on my cell phone case when I walked past" I said. "Sorry. I'll pick these up."
Paula laughed and took the panties from my fingers.
"No, don't worry about it. I'll take care of them. I just started here two days ago; this'll be a good way to get familiar with the stock."
She squatted down, her skirt billowing slightly. I dropped down to help.
I looked at her across the fallen rack. She was a lady, one knee on the floor, her skirt held close around her with a fist clutching panties while she pick up others with her free hand.
"So you're new here?" I asked.
"Yes" she smiled, "Just off the train you could say. I moved up from the tiny little town where I grew up."
"And what town would that be?" I asked.
She leaned over to one side, reaching for a cluster of hangers and panties. He skirt fell open enough for me to see her long and lean pantyhose encased thighs, nearly all the way to her crotch. Nearly.
"You've never heard of it, I'm sure. It's a tiny place. 'Sylvania."
She was right, I'd never heard of it.
"Oh yeah, I know the town. Near...not too far from..."
She laughed. "I knew you wouldn't know it. Nobody ever does. It's way south. Not close to anything. That's why I came here."
She reached out close to my knee and picked up two pairs of blue lacy thongs. The neck of her shirt fell open, allowing a full view of her red bra. I also noticed deep tan lines from her bathing suit top.
"How long have you been in town?" I asked.
She shrugged, and then laughed. "Week or two. Long enough to be getting bored."
We stood up, me bringing the rack.
"Sorry" I said again. "Honest accident, I promise."
She lowered her gaze and smiled.
"Oh, I know. Don't keep apologizing. It's alright."
She turned to start hanging the panties on the now upright rack.
"Besides, I enjoyed chatting with you...." She looked at me inquisitively.
"Oh...shit. I'm sorry. Greg. Greg Eliot."
She reached out her hand and I extended mine.
"I'm pleased to meet you Greg Eliot. I'm Paula; Paula Bridges."
I raised her hand to my lips and kissed it softly; she smiled broadly.
"The pleasure's all mine" I said.
"Mmm...a charmer, I see."
I held her hand tightly for another moment, then released it.
"Look" I began, "I feel I've wrecked your day. Can I buy you dinner tonight? It's the least I could do for being such a pain when there's so much you have to do." I nodded toward the pile of panties on the counter.
She looked startled for a moment. I suddenly worried I had been too forward.
Her face softened and she smiled again.
"Yes, I'd like that. I haven't met anyone here and it has been boring, so yes. Thank you. That would be very nice. I leave the store at seven."
"Great" I said. "Where should I call for you?"
"Oh...here, if you wouldn't mind. My apartments a mess; boxes everywhere and stuff. Is that alright?"
"Sure" I said. "I'll meet you back here at seven."
An old lady walked up to the counter with a rainbow of granny panties.
I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Sexy!"
She laughed and playfully swatted my shoulder.
"See you tonight Greg. I'm looking forward to it" Paula said and moved to the counter.
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I returned to the lingerie department at seven. As we walked through the mall parking garage to my car, Paula hooked her arm in mine and pulled me close.
“Thank you for being so nice. It’s been tough for me to meet people and I really appreciate your offer for dinner. Thank you.”
I patted her hand. “The pleasure’s all mine” I said, thinking “damn well better be.”

After our quiet, if not subtly romantic dinner and a bottle of wine, we went for a stroll in Riverside Park, chatting and enjoying the cool night air.
When the inevitable pause in the conversation came, I asked if she wanted to go dancing.
“I know a great club, if you like swing dancing.” I looked her up and down, gauging her height again.
“Some of the moves may be a bit tricky” I added.
Paula laughed and took my hand in hers.
“I’m having a great time with just you. She squeezed it gently and pecked me on the cheek.
“I don’t think I want to share.”
“You have an incredibly sexy voice” I said.
She stopped and turned me to her.
“Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s too deep….too masculine?”
“Oh god no. It’s so sexy and…sensuous. I love it. It’s a turn on to be honest.”
She locked her eyes with mine and leaned forward, kissing my lips softly, the silky paste of her lipstick clinging between us.
She embraced me and pulled me close, her firm breasts pressing into my chest.
“Thank you” she whispered to me. “Sometimes guys I meet aren’t so…well…nice. Nice to me”
I pulled back, looking at her.
“I’m sorry” she said, smoothing her lipstick on my lips with her thumb. “My lipstick is all over you.”
She sighed. “You’re just being so sweet, and…well…I’ll tell you later, ok?”
“Crap,” I thought. “Baggage. They always come with fucking piles of baggage.”
I looked into her shimmering pools of blue.
“Yeah, sure, that’s fine. I’m fine. How could anyone not be nice to you?”
She looked down and then back up. I worried something was wrong. But she had initiated the kiss. This could be going somewhere. She smiled but didn’t say anything.
“The kiss was hot” I said. “You could do that again if you like.”
She pulled me to her.
“I like” she said.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, our lips touching softly, then more firmly, our tongues meeting, touching, mingling, gently at first, then with aggression, twisting and writhing together.
Our embrace was tight and conforming, our bodies trying to mold into one another with building passion.
I felt heat stirring in my crotch; that familiar stiffness of flesh against fabric, straining, pushing.
As the kiss faded, we smiled and laughed softly.
Paula sighed heavily and said, almost as a whisper, “it’s been a long time since anyone kissed me like that. A long time.”
I caught my breath. A hoarse “yeah” was all I could manage.
We laughed.
It was now or never.
“Should we go back to my place?” I asked, pulling her to me, planting soft kisses and licks on her neck.
She groaned softly and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me deeply once again.
“Well, we’ll be arrested if we keep this up here” she laughed sexily. “But I know of a place a little more interesting” she said seductively, “if you’d like a little adventure.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“C’mon” she said, pulling me by my hand. “I’ll drive.”

She parked my car. I just stared.
“What the fuck, Paula” I said. “This is the mall.”
She threw her head back laughing, her brunette mane throwing sparks in the amber lights of the parking deck.
She put a hand on my thigh.
“Yeah babe, it is. Exciting huh?”
I looked at her.
“I don’t know….where? Here? In the car? C’mon Paula, we’re not sixteen!”
She smiled. “No not here. In the store. In my department.” She laughed excitedly.
“What?” I gasped. “How? The store’s gonna close in 5 minutes. We’ll get caught.”
“No babe, we won’t.” She leaned in and kissed me, then moved to my ear, tonguing it softly.
“The managers are all having a meeting upstairs” she whispered in deep, rasping tones. “My manager told me about it. The alarms will be off. She asked me if I wanted to go to be introduced, but I didn’t want to.”
She ran her hand along my thigh to my knee and then back up, stopping halfway.
“I’m glad I told her no.”
“What about security, the video cameras?” I asked.
She clapped her hands and bounced in the seat excitedly, like a child about to get ice cream.
“They’re turned off after closing!” she exclaimed, laughing loudly.
“What? Turned off? Holy shit.”
She opened her door. “Yeah, turned off, except for the entrances and the jewelry counters. Let’s go!”
“Jesus freakin’ Christ” I thought. “What in fuck’s name am I doing?”
But I got out and ran along with her.
Very quickly we were in the lingerie department again. The store was quiet; a ghost town. I was stunned that we saw no one coming in, aside from the ancient mall cop that opened the door for us, letting us inside when he recognized Paula. She opened a drawer under the cash register and took out a set of keys.
She glanced around and took my hand, moving us down a narrow corridor. My eyes went to her ass.
“Dressing rooms” she muttered.
“Cool” I thought. “I’ve never done it in a dressing room before.”
“Good idea” I said.
She fumbled with the keys and unlocked one of the doors, pulling me inside.
She softly closed the door with a click and turned the lock.
I took her hand and spun her into me. She came to a stop, her hands on my shoulders, our lips meeting and tongues twisting in rhythm.
My hands went to her ass. My god, it was wonderful. Soft and round; so supple. I couldn’t wait to see it.
“I need to go to the ladies” she whispered to me. “Be right back, ok?”
“Yeah, ok babe. Don’t be too long.” She winked at me, closing the door behind her.
I sat on the bench thinking. It had been a long time since I picked up a chick. A long time. College days. I was nervous, a little bit, I realized as I caught myself popping my knuckles. The minutes drug by; Paula seemed to be taking her sweet fucking time. Then the door swung open so quickly I jumped, startled. Paula stepped into the small room.
I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, my hands back on her ass.
She moaned and pressed into me harder. I moved my hands from her ass and slipped them under her shirt and onto her back; onto her skin so soft and feverishly hot. I moved them around to her sides and onto her stomach, caressing her hard and firm belly, and slowly slid her red tank top up and over her head as we released our mouths from the kiss.
She shook her magnificent hair out around her shoulders and smiled shyly as she reached out for the buttons on my shirt. I tossed her shirt on the bench.
I reached around her back to unhook her bra and found nothing but band.
“Oh. Front hook” she said softly. Reaching down, she released her charges from their cups. Her beautiful breasts sprang forth, smaller than I imagined but perfect nonetheless, crowned with nipples thick and brown. Her areolas were slightly puffy and large, their brown spongy skin a perfect match to her nipples. Gorgeous and suckable. Her tan lines were a marked contrast and very sexy.
I cupped her soft and warm breasts, one with each hand and teased my tongue across the eraser like nipples, watching and feeling as they grew harder and more puckered with each passing lick.
Paula moaned softly and pushed my shirt from my shoulders and pulled me to her, pressing her burning nipples wet with my spit into my chest.
Her tongue pushed into my mouth once again, mine rising to meet her in a heated dance filled with desire. Her mouth was so warm and wet, so hot. My cock was rapidly swelling.
I trembled as she kissed my shoulders and then my chest, slowly moving down my stomach, and lingering at my naval, probing it gently with her sweet and slippery tongue. I longed for her to touch me, to put her hand on my crotch and feel my heat.
She slowly stood up, kissing her way back up to my shoulders, then my neck, then my mouth. Our tongues probed and darted, sharing my taste between us.
Her hand dropped to my crotch, her long fingers finding my cock pressed hard against my jeans. She squeezed it gently.
“Mmmm” she moaned. “I know what you want me to do” she whispered in her deep, sultry voice.
“Oh yeah” I panted and swallowed hard. “What’s that?”
She laughed huskily and put her face against mine, our lips touching as she spoke.
“You want me to give you head. You want me to suck your cock.” She squeezed my cock head through my jeans as she said ‘cock’. I jerked involuntarily.
“Uhhh…well yeah. I mean, the thought had crossed my mind” I stammered.
She reached down further and cupped my balls through the fabric.
“All you have to do is ask” she said, her lips still moving against mine, adding the words “nicely. Like a gentleman.”
I swallowed hard again; my cock was feeling nearly raw from the friction against the fabric of my clothing.
“Will you suck my cock Paula? Please?”
She locked her sapphire blue eyes on mine. “My pleasure. I thought you’d never ask” she said kissing me down my torso once again, all the while undoing my belt and zipper.
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"This girl is fucking amazing" I thought.
I felt her long fingers wrap around my cock as her free hand pushed my pants to the floor, stepping me out of them. She teased my tip with a finger, rubbing the drops of pre-cum all around, softly, gently. The sensations were intense, making me gasp.
Paula looked up and smiled. "You're wetter than I am" she teased, and began stroking my balls with her other hand. Soon, she touched my cock head to her face and then started rubbing her face with my throbbing dick. He tongue darted at it, serpentine like, as she brushed the shaft passed her lips. I was quivering now.
"You want me to suck you baby?" she asked.
"Oh yes...yes, I do. Please suck my cock. Paula. Please."
I felt her breath on my dick, then the heat of her soft and slick tongue. I looked down and watched her trace the shape of my head with her lips and tongue, taking sweet licks and planting soft kisses over the entire tip of my engorged organ. My cock was visibly throbbing, the head now varying shades of pink and purple. My knees were week; my legs starting to shake.
"Please suck my cock Paula...oh god, please suck my cock."
I felt her lips wrap around my girth, and her hot mouth engulfed me, drawing me in.
"Ahhh yes, oh yes...so good."
He red fingernails gently scratched my balls as her tongue massaged my shaft, sucking me deeper and deeper. "So fucking good..." I whispered.
It was heaven.
She slid her mouth back to the tip and expelled me. Strings of her spit clung to my dick and her chin.
"You're a thick boy" she said, smiling. "And you taste so good."
She drew me back into her mouth sucking more, and cupping my balls gently, her other hand playing at her breasts, twisting, pinching and pulling on one succulent brown nipple then the other.
"Swallow my cock babe" I said in a hoarse whisper. "Oh that's so fucking good Paula....damn you do that so good. So good"
I looked down at her again. She cast her blue eyes up and stared while her head bobbed back and forth over my cock. Her tongue had a mind of it's own. I could feel it.
I whispered down to her "I want to taste you babe. I want to eat your pussy."
She pulled away from my cock and stood up, kissing me, her swollen salty tongue filling my mouth.
Paula stepped back and making sure I was watching her, pushed her hand into her skirt and closing her eyes, drew in a sharp breath.
Her blue eyes were piercing sapphire jewels when she opened them again and she swayed, drunk with passion. "I'm so ready for you baby" she purred. "I'm so sticky and dripping."
I reached for her, but she gently pushed my hand aside.
"Not yet baby. Be patient."
She unlocked the door and opened it.
Grabbing me by the cock, she pulled me forward and out into the hallway.
"Paula!" I rasped. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"It's alright" she said. No one's on the floor. They're all upstairs."
She turned to me and pressed her hot tits onto my face.
"We're gonna play on the floor, under all those panties you love so much!"
I almost creamed right there. "Oh my god...are you sure."
Paula laughed. "You're never gonna forget it."
We left the hallway and were now on the sales floor of the lingerie department. Most of the lights were off; only a few around the cash registers and window displays were illuminated. I had left my jeans in the dressing and my shirt was there too, along with Paula's. I was naked in the lingerie department of a large department store in the freakin' largest mall in the whole goddamned city with a topless sales girl that worked there!
Holy fuck!
Paula led me back to the rack I had pulled over. She removed up the 'Love me Tender' panties from their hanger and held them across her tits.
"Why these are just my size" she cooed and turning around, released the button on her skirt. I watched as it fell in a puddle around her feet on the floor. The pantyhose she wore were completely sheer and in the dim lights, I could see her ass was flawless, with a thin tan line left by a thong bikini bottom.
God this woman was the fucking sexiest thing I'd ever seen!
She pulled the panties on over her pantyhose and turned around to face me.
She was hot. Outlined by the display window lights, her form was soft and curvy. Womanly. Feminine.
"Ta-da" she chorused, striking the classic 'Vogue' pose.
"You are gorgeous" I said and moved towards her, pulling her close. I cupped and squeezed her soft tits in each hand as I felt her stroking my cock once again. The dim light made her tan lines even more pronounced. I kissed and licked her nipples, sucking each one in deeply, loving their hot stiffness on my tongue.
I reached for her crotch and she pulled back slightly.
She pulled me down to the floor and we lay there kissing and caressing. Each time I approached her pussy though, she stopped me, or rolled away slightly. I was getting frustrated.
"Paula....what's wrong?"
She was quiet for a moment.
"Is it your period? Because if it is, that's..."
She softly put a finger over my lips. She pulled me to her and kissed me sweetly, softly.
"It's my clit" she finally said. "It's different than most girls. Very different."
I thought for a second. Different? What the hell could she mean?
"Different? How?" I lay on my back.
She smiled and propped on one elbow, and began tracing around my left nipple with her fingers.
"Just different. I wanted you to know before we went any further."
She was kissing my neck again, nuzzling her lips along my earlobe, her soft hair caressing my chest and shoulders.
"Does it work? Can you cum" I asked.
She laughed. "Oh yes. It works. I think you'll be amazed. It's completely functional, I promise." She laughed again. She moaned softly as I began to kiss her neck and shoulders, teasing her ear with my tongue.
"I want to taste you" I whispered, "please. Please let me taste you"
I moved down her chest, taking little licks and bites at her rubbery nipples, thick and engorged with our shared excitement.
"Please"
She sighed and opened her legs.
I slid my hands down her belly, my kisses following, and as I reached the waistband of her pantyhose, I slipped one, then two fingertips inside.
Paula's back arched slightly, and I pushed my hand in further, her skin smooth and silky, and burning hot.
Then I felt it.
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Her soft smooth skin thickened and hardened at my touch.
Her clit?
Fuck me.
This was a cock!
I jerked my hand back in surprise.
"What the fuck? Fuck!"
Paula tensed and looked at me, her eyes wide.
I stared at her in shock; disbelief.
"You're a guy?! What the hell?!"
Paula looked distress. "I was trying to tell you. I have a cock. But I'm a woman. I'm no man. I'm a fully transgendered person. I've been living completely as a female for nearly five years. I started hormone therapy this year."
She said it again, emphatically. "Greg, I'm a woman. Yes, I was born Paul, but inside I'm Paula. Outside too. Completely. I always have been. All my life."
I was confused, flooded with emotion. I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't angry.
What I was, was goddamned surprised.
"Jesus Christ Paula, you never said 'cock' or 'dick' or...or...'penis.' Shit! You said
'clit.' "
I put my head in my hands. "Clit usually means pussy. Usually clit means wet pussy."
I looked back to her. Tears were welling in her eyes. I suddenly felt guilty for my outburst, for saying things that hurt and scared this wonderful...person...this wonderful woman.
"God Greg, don't be mad. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Jesus Christ." She turned to stand.
I clasped her hand and pulled, then gently pushed her down to the floor and lay beside her. The carpet was rough against our flushed bodies. I kissed her. I held her. I wiped a tear from her eye.
"Paula, I was surprised...I just wasn't expecting...wasn't expecting..." I said. "Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not angry. The truth is...I'm very attracted to you. Really, I am."
My own words surprised me. Aside from circle jerks as a twelve or thirteen year old, I'd never been sexual with anyone that had a penis. I'd never touched a penis, aside from my own. Never.
I wasn't afraid of cocks. I wasn't timid about cocks. I liked watching the guys in porn movies shoot their loads; I even liked looking at their cocks, watching them stroke. And yes, I always checked out the other packages in the locker room. Fuck, every guy does it; I don't care what they say.
But I'd never 'wanted' one though. Not ever. Not once.
Yet here I was, undeniably, even uncontrollably sexually attracted to someone with a penis. A cock and balls. A dick and the jewels. Like mine.
I took her hand down to my still hard shaft. "See?"
Paula looked into my eyes, searching, and began to stroke me softly. She nuzzled my neck. "Are you sure?" she asked timidly.
We kissed deeply again; our tongues wrestling and probing once more. My God, I loved kissing this woman.
I traced one hand over her breasts and down to her belly, and continued down further until I cupped the soft warm bulge between her legs. I rolled to be on top of her, and lifting her gently, pulled the neon pink "Love me Tender" panties from her pantyhosed crotch down to her knees, then down and all the way off.
"I'm sure."
In the dim light, I could see her beautiful shecock and balls nestled in the sheer pantyhose, a moist spot of pre-cum near her cockhead. As I stroked her softly through the hose, I could feel her cock growing and swelling; I could feel the heat rising within her once again. Touching a woman this way was such a rush, such a thrill.
Now, I really wanted to taste her.
I slid down further until my mouth rested over her pantyhose encased cock and as I kissed and licked her shedick, I stroked her and squeezed her with one hand. She was shaved smooth, even her precious jewels, and I eagerly licked and kissed them through the nylon.
Her smell was so sweet and sexy. Her musk filled my senses and I inhaled it deeply.
She arched her back slightly and I slid the pantyhose slowly over her perfect ass, until the head of her cock peeked above the waist band. I stopped there and went to her sweet cock, teasing it with gentle kisses and licks.
"Ahhh...." Paula moaned as she writhed on the floor.
"I want to be in your mouth" she rasped, "please take me in your mouth."
It was then that I could fully feel and see the length of her member. I'm short, maybe six inches when rock hard, but thick. I can rest a silver dollar comfortably on my shaft when I'm standing proud. Paula said it herself: I'm a thick boy. But this girl was big; easily 7, maybe 8 inches, and with a sharply pointed and circumcised head. In the dim light, to my somewhat unaccustomed eye, she looked monstrous. And she looked delicious.
I couldn't wait to taste her and swallow her.
I pulled her pantyhose down with so much force that I heard the fabric start to tear. Paula cried out softly and winced. I didn't care. I pushed the hose to her knees and kissed along her thighs, stroking her long and hard cock as I went.
My mouth found her balls, and I licked them greedily; long, wet licks and kisses all over her smooth skin purse. I loved to feel them move under the press of my tongue. Paula pushed her cock down onto my face and wiped it across my face, leaving little globs of sweet, clear pre-cum as she went. Her cock was hot and sticky, the head red and pulsing. Finally, I sucked her fully into my mouth.
"Ohhhh yesss...oh God you have a hot mouth. Oh that feels so good... so good."
I loved how her cock filled my head; how she quivered as I traced the ridges of her pointed tip with my tongue. I sucked and slurped her for all I was worth. I took her in as far as I could, until my chin was touching her balls, then back up to her tip again. I tasted the slight saltiness of her pre-cum and was amazed at how soft her cock skin was.
"Ahhh....god...." she screamed.
I was in heaven. I was sucking Paula's cock and I loved it. I loved it dearly. I never wanted to stop.
She began to pump her cock inside my mouth; began to fuck my face; fuck my head.
"Oh yes...." she purred. "Do you like tasting me? Do you like my clit baby?"
I released her from my mouth and licked her shaft from top to balls, and as I licked and slurped her silky soft ball sack I managed to say "yes. I love your clit. It's the most beautiful clit I've ever seen."
She sat up, bringing me with her, and then pushed me backwards onto the floor. She stood over me, her cock swaying and pulled off her pantyhose. She dropped onto my torso in a squat and kissed me hard, our tongues writing against each other in a maddening frenzy. She pulled away and presented her cock to my mouth, her hips thrusting and pushing her way in.
Fucking my face. Again.
I met her cock with my hungry tongue, greedily sucking and licking her burning hard member. She spat in her hand and reached behind her, her slippery wet fingers finding my dick and stroking, her fingers caressing my balls with each downward motion.
She turned, and dropped onto me, with her ass at my face and her cock resting on my chest. Sixty-nine.
I felt her mouth draw me in and I almost screamed. Paula knew how to suck cock.
She probed my balls with her fingers, and then her tongue.
"Oh yes, lick my balls baby" I pleaded. "Oh fuck yes...."
I gazed at her beautiful bottom, perched right in front of my face, her sweet balls and cock hot and wet on my chest. I licked her sweet sack and felt her quake; I licked up her root, along the root length of her shedick, to her brown and puckered, musky rosebud.
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I teased her ass with my tongue and I her heard her yelp.
“Oh, I love that” she cooed. “I absolutely love that…mmmm.”
I gasped as she slipped a finger into my ass, her tongue still bathing my balls. I probed her more deeply, her musk invading all of my senses.
Paula had two fingers in my ass now, and as I soaked her hole with my spit, I slipped one into her. She convulsed and gasped with pleasure. Goddamn, her ass was hot and tight.
“Ohhh god yes baby….” she gasped as she sucked in her breath. Paula turned her head towards mine
“I want that thick cock in me…fuck me baby” she said. “Put your cock in me.” She sucked me in one last time, her tongue lashing my cock as if punishing it.
And then she let my cock fall from her mouth.
Climbing off of me, she reached for her purse, removing a small bottle filled with a thick clear gel; lube. She squeezed the lube over my cock and stroked it, dispersing the slick fluid, and at the same time, spread some of the lube from my cock over her ass with her other hand.
Her blues eyes burned into mine.
We stood up and embraced, cock to cock, and kissed, tongues probing each others mouths as if searching for nourishment. She reached for my cock and I went for hers. We both pushed our dicks together and stroked and kissed, her dick slipping against my now very slippery and hard cock. She turned and dropped to the floor on her knees, her hips raised and her ass high in the air. Her cheeks were spread beautifully.
An offering.
“Fuck me” she said.
I pressed my cock head to her burning hole and gently pushed, feeling her tightness, until she gradually began to open up. She groaned softly. I watched as my dick slipped into her velvet interior; watched as her hole tightened around my dickhead, squeezing it.
God this was tight!
“Ahhh….ohhhh….ohhh yes…” she groaned, loudly now. “Oh that’s so good…damn you’ve got a fat cock!”
I pushed harder, going deeper. She cried out.
“Fuck that’s so good….”
“Oh yeah” I panted. “It’s so fucking good….you are so fucking hot baby…”
God her ass was hot…so fucking hot….
I drove into her, slowly at first, but now faster, building rhythm and tempo.
Paula was moaning uncontrollably.
My dick popped from her ass with a sucking sound. I turned her over onto her back and pushed her legs behind her head. Her gaping ass yawned open, begging for my cock. I slipped into her again and she squeezed me hard.
“Ahhh…” she moaned.
“Oh yes…damn girl…” I began to thrust in and out, not slowly at all, but with burning speed, her ass gripping my cock with unbelievable tightness.
Paula stroked her cock, her blue eyes ablaze, drunk with sex.
“You like fucking me baby?” she asked.
“Fuck yes…god yes, I like fucking you. Damn!”
Paula gasped and moved her hand over her cock in harder, faster strokes.
She groaned loudly. “I’m gonna cum…you’re gonna make me cum…oh…god yes!”
I felt her ass grip around my cock like a vice as I watched a thick column of white heat spew from her pointy long dick. It sprayed right between her tits, some falling onto one nipple. I promptly leaned down and licked it, lapping up the hot salty goodness.
It was indescribable. I licked her cum from her tits. It was so sweet and salty, even tangy; so yummy!
I pushed my mouth on hers and she eagerly lapped at my tongue, sharing the taste of her cum along with me.
Now it was my turn; I was cumming. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Paula saw the electric shocks of pleasure tracing across my face. She knew what to do.
“Cum in my mouth” she begged. “Shoot your cum in my mouth!”
I pulled my cock from her ass and she rose to meet it, grabbing it and stroking. Two strokes from her sweet hand and I blew.
“Ohhh fuck yes” I cried out, my hot white cream streaming into her waiting mouth and onto her face. She took it all in, slurping cum as it oozed from my cockhead until there was no more, my balls shriveled tight against my body.
Paula sat back and opened her mouth, showing me my cum, white against her burning pink tongue. Closing her mouth, she swallowed it all in one gulp and opened her mouth again, laughing. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, wanting to taste my own spice from her sweet mouth. We fell to the floor in a warm embrace.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor and echoes of voices.
I tensed.
“Holy shit” I whispered.
Paula pulled me close.
“Shhh. They’re only walking by. They’ll go out another door. We’re alright, but we need to leave in a few minutes. The alarms will be armed soon and there are motion sensors.”
I look at her, eyes wide, then laughed.
She laughed too. We lay there quietly for a few more minutes, among the rows of silky, satiny panties, kissing, our cocks touching.
It was beautiful.
Soon though, it was over. We had to leave. Paula gathered her clothes along with the Love me Tender panties. She held them over her naked crotch.
“For next time” she said, smiling sexily.” I looked at her, curious.
“Next time?” I said.
She looked tense; even a bit stern.
“There will be a next time….right Greg?”
I smiled. “You know there will be. Maybe in a couple of hours. If I’m lucky.”
She laughed and tossed the panties to me.

“C’mon, we better go.” I watched her lovely, naked ass shake and sway as she walked in front of me.
“Ladies first” I thought and smiled. God, what a fucking night!
As we dressed in the dressing room, she turned to me, her lips brushing my cheek.
“So what did you buy for your god daughter?” she asked.
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My first time didn't actually start out as a 'solo' experimentation as it seems like so many other girls' first times. It didn't start out as raiding the laundry basket of a mother, sister, neighbor, or girl down the street; finding a pair of pantyhose in some trash container; or even reading about crossdressing in some stashed away porn magazine. In fact... my first time was actually like something out of a fantasy story somewhere... you know, those stories you read where boy meets man... man likes boy... man wants boy to be more like girl... man changes boy into girl :-) OK OK... let me explain...

It was the summer of my 18th birthday (actually, I was a 'just a little' bit younger than that but...for the sake of being legal). It was a hot summer day in Monterey Bay, California where I grew up and my parents had put together a little beach party to celebrate the beginning of summer. They had invited a bunch of friends and family and the turnout was expected to be pretty large. Normally speaking, as an awkward growing teenage boy, I wouldn't really be interested in going to these parties of my parents as they almost always dragged on and on and on and on... Plus, being from a rather large family, it was really easy for me to get lost in the crowd and forgotten about...so, I usually just skipped out. However; the weather really was quite nice and a refreshing day at the beach sounded like a great idea... so, I decided to go. Now, I'm so glad I did!

Stillwater Cove is a small, private beach in Monterey right besides a little yacht club of which my parents were members. I've always thought the club was one of the best, and possibly, only perks of having wealthy parents. It was a fun place to walk around and I knew a lot of the staff members by name and they enjoyed (I think!) having me around. I especially enjoyed the company of Rick... one of the many staff members who's only job, as closely as I could ever figure out, seemed to be walking around and talking to people. What a job! Anyway, Rick and I had developed a good friendship and especially since he and my father were very good friends outside the club.

Rick was probably in his mid-40's and it seemed like he was always talking up some beautiful woman in the club... bringing them drinks, towels, and I suppose anything else they desired. The nice thing was that however busy Rick seemed to be, he always had time to take a break and show me the newest boat, take me to the kitchen to taste the newest dish the chef had prepared or, just sit and talk about absolutely nothing. So, on this particular day, while my parents' guests were arriving, I told my Mother I was going inside the club. She waved good-bye and with a kiss on the cheek, I was soon wandering around hoping to run into Rick somewhere.

Lucky for me, he spotted me a few minutes later and waved me over to where he was holding some binoculars by one of the big windows overlooking the bay. 'Come here,' he said. 'There's a bunch of sea otters playing around in the water!' Now, growing up in Monterey, it's not like I had never seen a sea otter before...but, one just doesn't get tired of seeing the little guys splashing around like they didn't have a care in the world... so, I rushed over. He handed the binoculars to me and sure enough...not far off the beach there were about five sea otters playing in the waves. "Cute, huh?" he asked. "Definitely," I agreed. I watched them play for a couple minutes before handing the binoculars back to him. "Hey! You want some cake? There was a party here last night and there's lots of cake left over in the kitchen. Let's go get a slice!" I, never one for turning down free cake followed him to the kitchen.

Once we got to the kitchen, Rick went to the big three door refrigerator and brought out two slabs of chocolate cake. He handed one to me along with a napkin and fork. I took a generous bite and was amazed at how chocolately it was... yummy! But...needed... "Want some milk?" It was as if he was reading my mind. Rick got some milk from the fridge and we made our way to an unoccupied table in the dining area. I was about half way through my piece when I accidentally knocked over my glass of milk. It began running off the table an onto my lap. I jumped up and began using my napkin to help stop the flood. Rick came over and began to help with his napkin. "Don't worry about it," he said. Well, we got the milk under control and then I looked down at my lap. The milk had caused the khaki to turn a deep (and embarrassing) brown. "Need to change?" Rick asked. "Ummm...yeah, I probably should," I replied. "Ok... follow me."

I followed Rick down a maze of hallways until we came to a door with the words 'Guest Room' stenciled on the door. Rick took some keys out of his pocket and opened the door. Once inside Rick pointed me towards the bathroom. "I'll go and round up a change of clothes for you," he said. "There's a TV in the back room if you want to watch something in the meantime. I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going to lock the door so no one will bother you." I couldn't help but think that Rick was a very nice guy to do all this for me...

Once Rick was gone, I wandered into the back room, which was actually a bedroom, and turned the TV on. There wasn't really anything on but I just settled on watching some sitcom. About ten minutes later, I heard the door open and Rick stepped through with a bundle of clothes in his hand. "I ran into your parents while I was outside and your Mom gave me these clothes for you to change into," Rick said, handing me a small bundle of clothes. "I'm going to change too since I'll be off in about fifteen minutes. Do you want the bathroom or the bedroom?" Rick asked. "It doesn't matter," I replied. "Ok, why don't you just change here," Rick replied as he headed off to the adjoining bathroom to change.

He must have been a really fast changer because when I was just about to pull up the clean pair of pants, he came out of the bathroom dressed in faded jeans and a t-shirt. The next thought that came to my mind was, at the time, shocking... "He's really good looking." "Need some help?" Rick asked laughing. I suddenly realized I was standing there in my underwear without a shirt on and holding a pair of pants. "Ummm...no!" I replied quickly, pulling the pants on with two quick jerks. "Do you play any sports?" I remember thinking that was an odd question to ask given the circumstances. "I play a little soccer," I replied, "Why?" "Oh, just wondering...you have a nice slim figure."

The next few thoughts that raced through my mind were a whirl of confusion. Here was this very attractive man standing a few feet away from me telling me I had a good figure. What was I to think? to do? All I knew was that suddenly my cheeks were burning hot. I was completely at a loss...well, not completely. To my horror, the front of my pants were rapidly expanding. Now, I had masturbated before...jerking off to the 'missing' Victoria's Secret catalog from my sister's room...but, never had any thoughts about guys before. So, you can imagine the confusion and horror I found myself in that day. I wondered if Rick had noticed the growing bulge in front of my pants. "Ummm...you want to watch some TV?" the way that he asked that told me that he obviously had.

He stepped over to the bed and flopped down. "What's on?" he asked. "Ummm...I'm not sure...just a show." I replied clumsily as I sat down on the edge. There was complete silence except for the TV. After a few minutes, Rick spoke. "You know, it's ok." Even with no explanation, I knew exactly what he was talking about. "It's completely natural." I found myself wishing I could curl up and die. He sat up on the bed next to me. "Has that ever happened before?" To say I was at a loss of words would be the understatement of the century. The next question left me completely stunned. "Have you ever played with it?" I'm not sure if it was just pure shock that made me nod my head 'yes' or maybe some subconscious desire tucked away deep down...

"Have you ever let someone else play with it?" I nodded my head, "No." "Would you let me?" and with one simple nod of my head, my whole world changed. Rick slid closer to me and put his hand on my thigh. He began rubbing it slowly and I could feel with each rub, the heat on my thigh rising higher and higher. The bulge in my pants was now very pronounced, my teenage hormones rushing blood to the area, making my cock harder and harder. I must have been shaking because Rick put his arm around my shoulders and whispered, "It's ok... just relax." It's hard to describe the feeling that came over me as I felt that arm go around my shoulder and hold me tight. But, somehow, I knew he was right... it was ok. I made a conscious effort to relax and enjoy the waves of pleasure his ever creeping hand was giving me.

Soon Rick's hand was right on the inside of my thigh pressed against the 'V' of my legs. I felt his fingers push my legs apart and his hand slid right over my cock. I shuddered as pleasure rushed to my brain. He began rubbing my cock through my pants more and more vigorously and I let a small moan of pleasure escape my lips. Then, I felt his hand at the waistband of my pants...slipping inside and down to my bare privates. "Mmmm..." I heard him moan softly in my ear... "You're still smooth!" Yes, I was a late-bloomer. He slowly unzipped my pants and pushed me back on the bed so that he was sitting besides my now stretched out body. I don't remember exactly what thoughts were going through my head at that moment but I do remember wishing the feelings I was experiencing would last forever.
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Unfortunately, I was young and easily excitable at the time. It wasn't very much longer that I could feel the waves building to a peak and then come crashing down all around me. It was incredible...so much better than when it was just me and a magazine. I was breathing heavily when I felt a warm wetness on my stomach. Surprised, I looked down and saw Rick's head over my stomach... he was licking the cum off my body with short strokes of his tongue. He glanced up at me and smiled...I smiled back and let my head fall back to the bed. Rick continued until he was satisfied there was not one spot of cum left on me and then began kissing and licking my thighs and my now deflated cock. I continued to lay there, not quite knowing what to do.

After a few minutes, I felt a warm sensation that took my breath away. Rick had slipped my limp cock all the way into his mouth and was slowly sucking on it. I could actually feel myself getting harder and harder again by the second. Soon, his efforts were rewarded with a second load which he took completely in his mouth. Strangely, I remembef feeling so honored that he would go through all this effort just to make me feel this good.

As we both lay there panting, the thought of what had just occurred hit me like a ton of bricks, followed by a flood of tears. "Hey hey hey," Rick whispered, running his hands up my body to my face. "Don't cry... didn't you have a good time?" I think I managed to sniffle out a pathetic sounding, 'yes'. "Well, what's the problem then?" Silence...I just couldn't bring myself to say what I was feeling. "Well, if you want, we can keep this a secret... would that be ok?" I nodded. "Ok then, it's settled, I won't tell a soul." Somehow, that made me feel a whole bunch better. I felt Rick's hands caressing the side of my face, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen there and then, he leaned close and kissed my forehead. "Would you like to meet again?" he asked. An affirmative nod from me started a summer of meetings that found me exploring my blossoming sexuality...

It was easy to meet with Rick since the club was only a few miles away. I soon took to riding my bike to the club and Rick where we would invariably end up in the 'Guest Room' exploring each other's bodies. It was probably ten or so meetings down the wire when I called the club asking if Rick was there. When he got on the phone, I asked him if he'd like for me to come over in the afternoon. He said that he had a better idea, asking me if I knew where the ********** hotel was in Monterey. I told him I did and he gave me a room number and time to meet him there. I have to admit, I was VERY intrigued.

I showed up at the room at the specified time and knocked lightly. Rick opened the door and ushered me inside. It was a VERY nice room and on the bed I noticed several packages. "These are for you," Rick said, coming up behind me. "But, you have to open them in order." He handed me the first package. It was simply wrapped and very light. I opened it carefully, not quite knowing what to expect. It was definitely nothing I ever expected. Inside was a black garter belt with a very familiar logo on it, 'Victoria's Secret.' Also, was a black, lacy bra and matching panties, and a package of black, seamed stockings. My confusion was probably pretty obvious as Rick's voice quickly broke the silence, "I just think you would look adorable in these. You can try it once and then if you don't like it, you don't ever have to wear them again. But, would you do this for me, just this once?" I gave a nervous laugh and asked, "But, aren't these for girls?" He laughed, "Well, girls wear pants don't they?" Silly logic I know, but in my confused state of mind, it seemed to be enough of an answer. "Well, ok then."

He handed me a second package off the bed which I opened with even more curiosity. Inside this one was a very sexy black corset (which i still have to this day!). At the time, never having seen a corset before, much less worn one, I was actually wondering what it was and had to ask Rick to explain it to me. After he had finished explaining all the ins and outs of corsetry, he handed me the last package. This one felt a bit heavier and I knew what it was even before I opened it. "I guessed at your size so I hope they fit." Rick said. I think this last gift was what really hooked me into the whole crossdressing thing... a beautiful pair of black patent pumps. I slipped one on to see if it fit or not and it seemed to magically slide on... it looked so natural on my foot...definitely love at first sight. "Well, what do you think?" Rick asked. I think subconsciously I already knew I was hooked, but I gave a very political answer... "Well, I suppose it can't hurt to try it once." I headed to the bathroom with the gifts to try to figure out how everything went on.

In the bathroom, my heart pounding, I opened up the package of stockings. They felt so smooth against my hands that I couldn't wait to get them on my legs. I pulled them up, and in hindsight, it's a miracle I didn't put runs in them in my naivety! It took me some time to get the seams straight but eventually, I got them running vertically along the back of my leg. In the mirror I definitely liked the way the line accentuated every lean muscle of my lean calves and thighs. I ran my fingernails from my knee to the top of my thigh along the stocking and could feel myself getting harder and harder. I had to stop or else I was going to cum right then and there!
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I pulled on the lacy panties and again looked into the mirror. My butt looked so cute framed in the lace that I couldn't help but be jealous of the women who got to wear such things every single day! The bra was easy after figuring out the fastener... I'm not sure if Rick was thinking of me or himself when he bought the bra, but it had a fastener in the front which made things very easy for my first time dressing. The corset was a whole different matter... I tried to figure out all the strings and hooks but was just getting frustrated so I called out to Rick, "Ummm....I don't think I can put the corset on alone?" "That's ok," he called back, "Just put everything else on and I'll help you with that." I slipped on the black pumps and took my first step in heels. Turns out, I was a natural. I half expected to fall on my ass after the first few steps but found walking in heels not a difficult challenge at all. So, after one last glance in the mirror, I grabbed the corset and headed for the door. "Here I come!"

As soon as Rick saw me I knew his cock was rock hard underneath his pants. His eyes said it all. I can't say that I can totally relate, but, I at least have a pretty good idea what a woman feels like when men are 'undressing' them with their eyes. I found the sensation to be extremely flattering. I threw the corset at him and teased, "Stop staring!" "Baby, you look so hot," he replied, "I can't help it!" I looked down, feeling my cheeks crimson at his words. He got up off the bed and walked over to me. "Turn around," he said. I complied and soon felt his hardness pushing against the small of my back. I moaned, reaching back with my hand and rubbing the front of his pants. "Oh baby," he said, "I can't wait to make love to you today." Now, thus far, 'making love' had only consisted of lots of foreplay, rubbing, kissing, and sucking. This time, I knew exactly what he wanted... he wanted to make me his girl.

The change that came over him was incredible. Before, he was always very gentle and slow... this time, he was much more intense. He pushed me towards the bed and in the high heels, I tumbled easily on it. He slid over me and I could feel the weight of his body pressed against mine. It is an incredibly sexy feeling having the weight of a man pressing you down into the mattress and feeling a rock hard cock poke against your skin. We kissed for a while, slowly and then building up until he was fiercely ramming his tongue into my mouth. I have to admit, I was just a little bit scared with this change in his behavior...but, it also really really was starting to excite me. His hands were roaming up and down my body, the corset now just a piece of clothing discarded on the floor. Every time they passed my over the bra, I could feel the fabric rub against my nipples making them more and more sensitive and hard.

My knees were now bent and my legs wrapped around his back as he moved on top of me, kissing everywhere. His mouth found its way to my little nipples and he sucked eagerly at them, first one and then the other. The explosion of feeling from his sucking was enough to start the pre-cum oozing from my hard cock. His hands moved over the panties and rested on the ever increasing wet spot now developing there. "Mmmmmm..." he moaned, "Is my little girl getting all wet for me?" The next words were so natural they just leaped from my lips, "Yes, Daddy! You're making your little girl so hot!" He whispered in my ear, grazing the lobe with his teeth, "Do you want to be Daddy's little girl?" "Yes, Daddy," I moaned, "Please make me your little girl." "Are you going to be a good little girl?" At this point, he could have asked me anything and the answer would have been, 'yes'. But, without even giving me time to answer, he moved onto the next question... "Are you going to be a good little slut for Daddy?" Now, this was a new word. I mean, I knew what a slut was...but he had never used it in reference to me and somehow being called one just about threw me over the edge. My panty covered cock now started thrusting upwards against his palm. "Mmmmm.....good little slut!" he whispered. "I'm going to make you Daddy's little fuck slut today." "Yes Daddy," I begged, "Make me your little fuck slut!"

I felt his hand slip lower and a finger playing with my virgin hole. Out of nowhere he produced some lube and proceeded to squirt a generous amount right down the crack of my ass. The coldness of the liquid surprised me and I let out a breath that I'm sure he took for pleasure. I suddenly felt my hole being penetrated by what felt like a massive rocket trying to shoot it's way into me. I squirmed underneath him and he said calmly, "Just relax and it will feel good soon...it's going to hurt a little first though...it always hurts for little girls the first time." DAMN RIGHT! I thought the finger was bad...but, it was nothing at all compared to what was coming next.

After a few minutes of having his finger assault my tender ass, he finally decided it was time to 'take my cherry.' He moved my legs from around his back to the top of his shoulders and I couldn't help but feel very vulnerable with my ass exposed and my legs in the air. I also couldn't help but notice how sexy my legs looked encased in nylon and topped off with those black heels that just screamed, 'FUCK ME!' Which was exactly what happened. Rick's cock was hard... HARD. And, I felt every millimeter as he pushed it slowly inside me. It hurt so badly I thought about screaming but was able to hold it back. Instead, I concentrated on watching Rick's face as he took my virginity. The look on his face was incredible... he was totally wrapped up in this little fantasy... fucking a cute, little Asian girl for the first... he looked down at me and I swear it almost made me cum. It wasn't very long before I felt the 'pop' as the head of his cock broke past my opening and slid down inside me. then, little by little, he pushed further until the entire length of his cock was buried deep in my ass. Then he began pulling out...

After all these years, this still remains one of my favorite things. I love having a cock buried deep inside me to the balls and then feeling it slowly being pulled out. It's so hot because it makes you want to be filled back up again...then, when he pushes back inside you...man! pleasure city. But, that was just a side note. Anyway... he turned out to be right after all. For all the pain in the beginning, it wasn't long until I began to realize that every time he entered me, something inside me punched the pleasure button in my brain. Soon I was thrusting back against his cock as much as I possibly could to try to maximize that feeling with every thrust. From our past experiences, I could tell that he was getting close to cumming and this brought up a whole new set of questions for me to ponder. Please remember, I was young AND STUPID! I didn't really even think about condoms or anything even remotely resembling safe sex at that point in my life. I was just wondering where he was going to cum. Well, that question was soon answered. I could feel his whole body tense up in a pre-climax quiver. And, then, with a couple of hard thrusts, I knew he was filling the inside my ass with his cum.

I'm not sure if it was the pure submissive feeling of having my ass pumped full of cum or just the fact that I was so turned on by that time; but, with just a couple jerks on my own hard, panty covered cock, I quickly emptied my own load. The spasm my ass made around his cock must have felt pretty good because with each wave of pleasure rolling over me and echoing in my ass, he moaned in my ear. "Mmmm... you're such a good little girl," Rick breathed. We lay there until I felt his hard cock getting soft and finally falling out with quick pop. It felt strange...being empty. He kissed me lightly on the cheek and rolled besides me, wrapping his arms around me. I lay there until suddenly I could feel his cum oozing from my tender hole.

Embarrassed, I unwrapped myself from his arms and made my way to the bathroom door. I could feel the cum dripping down the inside of my leg and onto my new stockings. I suppose there was no turning back now...I was completely hooked. And, ever the girl, I remember my last thought as I entered the bathroom being, "Damn, now I have to wash these!" A girl's work is never done.

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Gina stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel. She quickly dried herself off and then turned towards the oversized bathroom mirror. She turned left and right examining herself with a critical eye. Gina was satisfied with what she saw. At a petite 5’ 4” and a featherweight 116 pounds her body was perfectly proportioned. Gina was pleased to notice that her 34B breasts were still firm with not even a hint of droop. She examined her sensitive nipples which Michael, her husband, loved to fondle, caress, and suckle.

Gina now faced the mirror and ran her hands across her smooth firm tummy. She could feel her underlying toned muscles that helped to shape and define her tiny waist that flared out to her elegant hips. Gina let her hands slide across her smooth, hairless, tight pussy; a pussy that Michael loved to tongue to ecstasy. She shivered in anticipation of feeling Michael’s eight inch long, thick, hard cock sliding in and out of her. That would be much later right now she had to finish getting dressed.

Before picking up her hairbrush, Gina gave her cute tushy a quick once over. It is still smooth, firm, and round with not even a hint of jiggle. It’s no wonder Michael adored her and her body. Gina started brushing her shoulder length, wavy, medium brown, silky hair that was shimmering in the light.

With her hair done Gina padded out of the bathroom and took a seat in front of her makeup mirror. She leaned in close and brushed an imaginary speck off her flawless skin. Next she applied her eye makeup to highlight and emphasize her sparkling brown eyes. A few more minor touches and finishing with her understated lipstick and Gina’s exceptionally pretty face was even more gorgeous. Michael often told her that women secretly envied her and men covertly lusted after her.

Meanwhile Michael was off getting ready for this evening. This was to be one Michael’s and Gina’s special nights out. Gina and Michael take turns being the one in charge for these special nights. These nights have often produced unexpected and kinky results which both of them have enjoyed immensely. Tonight Gina was in charge. On a whim she had made Michael give himself a thorough enema. Gina had gotten turned on watching Michael and had gone off to her bathroom to give herself the same treatment; a decision which would prove to be propitious.

Michael stepped out of the shower. He is six feet tall and 195 pounds with an athletic build. Michael hits the gym quite often and all that workout time had done wonders for his physique. His normally well-muscled body had bulked out leaving his broad well muscled chest with highly defined pecs. He gives new meaning to the phrase ripped. Gina had recently taken Michael to a spa for an upper body and pubic waxing. He had not a hint of hair from his balls to his neck. Michael liked the new look. His rippling muscles stood out like a Greek sculpture.

Michael rubbed down his chest and stomach followed by his legs, feet, and then working back up to his to tight football player’s ass. Finally Michael dried off his arms. He noticed that all that work on free weights had made his biceps bulge.
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Gina was getting dressed while Michael was drying himself off. He finished shaving and getting dressed and then went to sit down and watch some television in the livingroom and wait for Gina. The ballgame had only been on a few minutes when Gina entered the room. Michael had a sharp intake of breath when he looked up and saw Gina. She was stunningly gorgeous tonight in a tight low-cut black dress. It both emphasized and concealed her perfect figure.

Michael couldn?t resist. He took his beautiful wife in his arms, and kissed her. He ran his hands down across her smooth firm tushy. He detected that Gina wasn?t wearing panties, but he could feel her garter belt. He knew then that Gina was extra horny and extra playful tonight. He also knew that he could expect an exciting time later on. Michael?s reaction was instant. His cock sprang to full eight inch hardness. Gina could feel Michael?s manhood pressing against her and she rotated her hips against him. Michael reluctantly let go of Gina and with his arm around her waist the two of them headed out the door.

Gina directed Michael where to drive. She was, after all, in charge tonight and she was going to show that to her handsome husband. Gina was in the mood for some dirty dancing so she had Michael take them to a club where the clientele are known for their liberal attitudes and antics.

The club was fairly quiet when Gina and Michael walked in. There were small groups of customers scattered throughout. Michael and Gina took a seat at a table near the dance floor and where they had a good view of most of the establishment. The waitress came by and Michael ordered the drinks; white wine for Gina and club soda for him. White wine acts an aphrodisiac on Gina and Michael wanted to see just much hornier Gina would get.

They had only been seated for a few minutes when a woman walking in caught Michael?s eye. She was tall and statuesque; Michael guessed that she was only two or three inches shorter than him; in her heels she was at least as tall as him. She had long, blonde, wavy, and curly hair that came down below her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. She was wearing what looked like a low-cut silk blouse that revealed a generous cleavage. Her skirt was dark and short, barely down to her mid-thighs. Michael trailed his eyes down lower as he drank in the sight of her long lean legs. He let his gaze go even lower and took in the view of her sexy feminine feet wearing open-toed shoes. Even in the dim light and from this distance Michael could see that he was looking at a rare beauty; equally as gorgeous as his wife he thought.

Michael watched as this beautiful woman elegantly and confidently made her way to the bar where she sat down on a stool. Michael just then realized she was here alone and wondered why such a beautiful woman would be out by herself. By this time Gina had also noticed the woman. Michael glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed that Gina was openly fascinated with this woman.

Michael turned to fully face Gina. He immediately brought up the topic of the woman that they both had been watching. Michael asked Gina if she liked the woman and if she was interested. Gina could only nod her head yes as she continued to alternate between looking at the woman and listening to Michael.
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Michael now took charge and suggested they both might want to get to know this woman a little better. Gina is bisexual and Michael is open to new experiences. They had often talked of bring a third person into their relationship, but it had so far not gone beyond talk. A little more talking and they decided that tonight would be the night.

Michael slipped his hand up underneath Gina?s dress as they talked. Gina, still looking at the beautiful woman absently spread her legs to accommodate Michael?s hand. His fingers found Gina?s pussy and she was wet and slippery. Michael?s hard throbbing cock was an indication of his feelings. They were both definitely ready to pursue what they had never before acted upon.

Gina was just about to urge Michael to go and talk to the woman and invite her back to the table to share a drink. Before Michael could make a move though, the woman got up off her stool and gracefully moved towards the ladies room. Unsure of what to do, Michael looked quizzically at Gina who knew exactly what to do. She stood up and headed to the ladies room.

Michael never knew what was said in there, but fifteen minutes later the two women emerged and made their way towards Michael. Michael could only stare as he watched the ladies approach. Michael managed to recover his composure just as they got to the table and he stood up in greeting. Gina introduced Rachael to Michael as all of them sat down.

Up close Rachael was even more stunningly beautiful. She had deep blue eyes that reminded Michael of the South Seas. Her creamy skin was absolutely flawless. Her lips were full, luscious, and just begging to be kissed. Michael couldn?t help but notice Rachael?s firm pert breasts. And then she spoke. Michael almost melted when he heard Rachel?s sexy sultry voice.

Rachael, at Gina?s suggestion, took a seat right beside Michael. He looked quizzically at Gina, but she just nodded her head to indicate that that is what she wanted. Michael did notice that Gina had a big smile on her face and she was looking very satisfied.

Gina moved her own chair around so that she was sitting right next to Rachael. They struck up a conversation and were soon chatting like old friends. Michael was amazed at how well they all got along together. For her part Rachael was quite comfortable with both Gina and Michael and she found that she was becoming quite attracted to both of them.
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It wasn?t long before Gina?s hand was caressing Rachael?s leg along her thigh. Michael saw Rachael spread her legs open just a bit and then noticed Gina?s hand down there. Michael felt emboldened and he surreptitiously slipped his hand onto Rachael?s leg. Rachael smiled at him and spread her legs just a bit more. She dropped one hand onto Michael?s leg.

Rachael?s fingers found Michael?s cock. His reaction was instant. His already stiffening cock leapt to full hardness. Gina was watching the interplay between Michael and Rachael and she was getting turned on. Gina put her own hand over Michael?s and moved his hand to Rachael?s other leg where she had been caressing Rachael.

Michael felt a bulge and he explored along it with his fingers. At first he didn?t realize what he was feeling and then it suddenly dawned on him that he was feeling a cock. His reaction was immediate. His rock hard cock got even harder and, he was sure, grew longer. He looked at Rachael?s face and she was smiling. He was incredibly turned on. He looked at Gina and she was also smiling. Suddenly Michael knew why Gina had come back to the table looking so satisfied. She had already had a little playtime with Rachael and she had loved it.

Michael lightly fingered and then used his whole hand to caress Rachael?s cock. He wanted to explore Rachael more fully. He wanted to get to know her, to touch her, to feel her all over. Rachael was all woman and yet she had a cock. She was soft, feminine, and desirable.

Gina reasserted her authority. She told Michael and Rachael that it was time to go. With that she stood up. Michael recognizing the commanding tone stood up immediately. Rachael showing her own independence was slower to move. The three of them were horny and ready to go, but Rachael was going to prove that she just didn?t do whatever what she told.

Michael led the way out to the car. The front of his pants was bulging visibly; in anticipation of what was to come. Right behind was Gina who was caressing Michael?s tight ass, with one hand. Outside Michael put one arm around Gina?s tiny waist and the other around Rachael?s equally curvy waist. They stopped at the passenger side door and Michael kissed both of the girls before unlocking the car. Rachael?s lips were incredibly soft and sensual. Michael felt his cock rising again as Rachael probed his mouth her tongue.

Gina and Rachael climbed into the backseat together while Michael went around to the driver?s side. By the time Michael got in and sat down Gina and Rachael were locked together in a passionate kiss. Their arms were around each other and they were oblivious to everything else. Michael had seen Gina kiss other women before, but this was more exciting than anything he had ever witnessed. He started the car, put it into gear, and was out of the parking lot and headed home just as fast as he dared. The passion in the back seat was urging him on. He wanted to be in on it too.
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Good story. Looking forward to the rest of it!
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GroobyKrisy,

I loved your story and it reminded me of my first time being made into a girl by a real man. like your story it felt so good after the initial pain and the realization of what was happening and that I would never be the same again. the feeling of his firm cock in my sissy pussy felt so good and the experience of having his cum leak out of me reminded me of how feminine I felt. I was given a tampon to insert to keep from having my pantie gusset get too wet.

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