Shemale Stories

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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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(part 3)

"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."

[randolph]

Good stuff SMC, keep it cumming!

[randolph]

Rosa
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!

[cham]

If you send SSL your stories, they will be published on the blog.

Cham

[stevesw9]

You guys have made such a wonderful effort to entertain us with your sexy writings.
Couldn't the boss of this site open up some space for stories as TXT.
That would not take up too much room (bandwidth is it?).
One page at the front of the site:-

EROTICA

Title - Standfirst/Description in say 20 words - Author (then click to raw txt of the words).

Steve

[randolph]

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.