Shemale Stories

[ila]

Originally Posted by franalexes

Jake came up behind me. “Is it going to rain? Did you just hear the thunder roll?�
“Naw, that’s just the sound of falling cocks.�

I like the ending.

[franalexes]

It has been a nice evening out. Ila took me out for fine dining. I like getting “dressed up� and enjoy fine meal in places with a romantic atmosphere. It’s good for the soul to elevate oneself to a higher standard. Good food and good company is always a reward.
We get home early because we started early. We get to choose the corner table when we do that. We enter the house and I take Ila’s jacket. He also kicks off his shoes. I have good carpeting. I appreciate that. Yeah, Ila is house â€"broken. LOL I put on some slow dancing music and Ila knows what I want. Holds me in his arms and we slow dance. We’re good enough at this that we can stay off each other’s toes too. I loosen his tie and pull it off. I’m in my blue satin evening dress. It’s soft and smooth, slippery as ice. We dance and whisper those sweet nothings that lovers do. He pulls me in close at the hips. “ I get the message Ila.â€?
As we move to the music it stirs our inner desires. His testosterone boils, my tits perk up. We are as one in the moment. He glances down at my face but I know he is really looking at my breasts as they push into his chest. I don’t mind. He’s a guy. I feel changes below his belt. He is getting aroused. That is okay. So am I.
I wear a small size thong that holds me smooth on the front but it is getting uncomfortably tight. Ila knows. He knows everything about me. It’s nice to have a date that can “read� you without having to be told.
I raise my long slender arms over his shoulders and it pokes my tits into him. He likes that. I like it too. I hope he never figures out that I do it deliberately. I kiss him lightly and he deftly undoes the hook and zipper of my dress. It slides off my shoulders. Innocently, I don’t care. My thong has slipped and my cock is banging against his. I encourage him by pulling back from him. My dress falls away at the front and reveals my soft tanned skin. I went bra-less tonight, he enjoys my feminine delights. I pull at his belt and he knows the message. A few interruptive tugs and his pants are to the floor. I hook my thumbs into his bikini shorts and slid them down. He assists as he does the same to me. My silver lace thong slides down my legs. I step out. We continue our little dance as our cocks have their delightful duel. We gently move and our cocks rub in full sensuality as if they were instruments on their own. We have to stand apart a bit or otherwise we get jabbed and reminded we are horny as hell. I feel Ila’s cock throb and it bounces against mine. I put in the effort and mine does likewise. Ila plays with my tits, the nipples perk. I touch our cocks and stimulate their joy. I try to push them down but they spring up. It is much easier to press them between our tummies. We hug and know it is time to move.
I step away to the couch and pull some pillows and cushions to the floor. Ila follows and instinctively we are coiled on the floor. Our lips meet, our hearts pound, our bodies try the impossible to melt as one. We try to be so close our hard cocks get in the way. I pull back. We breathe again. I lay beside Ila; my head rests on his chest. My hand finds his cock and I turn my head to watch. Ila reaches around me and finds his delight in playing with my tits. He loves it and I love him doing it.
Gently at first I sensually rub his shaft, then encircle with my fingers. Just holding him makes my cock throb. I tighten my grip and pre-cum shines his strawberry. Ila moans. My face is so close to his cock, do I dare? The heat of the moment seems to overcome me. I hold his cock and give a lick to its side. Then another,,,, and again. I lightly purse my lips and a kiss to his shaft. Then a more deliberate one. I focus on the end and now lightly kiss. Again but with a light draw as I pull away. I continue, each time with less of a kiss and more of a sucking effect. Yes, it tastes salty. His “strawberry� turns red from my raspberry lipstick. I taste that too. I realize I am painting his cock. I doubt he will care. Now my kisses are slower but deeper each time. I am getting his head into my mouth. The combination of my raspberry flavor and his saltiness, I like it. Then I ponder what I am doing. My thoughts,� Are you ready for this Fran?� I have to continue. I rise up on my knees and move to position. My body above him, I assume the 69 position. My full cock bangs into Ila’s face.
I open my mouth and freeze; slowly making his cock disappear beyond my lips. His cock touches the back of my mouth, my lips close, I suck hard and pull back and slide off this full hard bright red cock. Without stopping I open again and go down. This time I close enough to feel him enter me. His strawberry slides over my tongue to the back of my mouth. I relax and carefully I get beyond the gag line. My lips reach the base of his cock and they close on him hard. I pause,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and I swallow! Ila throbs again within me. I slide back and my suction gives a sounding pop as his cock emerges in its blissful glory. I take a gasp of air realizing I have just expanded my window of sexual pleasure.
Meanwhile, Ila has been working on his own just reward. Working my cock with his mouth he has tasted my dew. I roll off him and we pump each other to climax knowing we will expand our pleasure level again in another erotic moment. We release our hold and I sit on him face to face. I like my new top position. He reaches up again to rub my tits. I lean forward and settle on his chest. We kiss, we hold and fall asleep in our embrace.
A glint of morning sun breaks through the curtains. Ila had a good night out, but he is "all in".

[SSL]

OMG, love your story Fran. So hot and visual...

[hairyharry]

Olala that is really nice

[ila]

Time to bump this

[tytus22]

My prefered stories are on nifty.org! Lots of them an various subgroups. However, the other one i liked a lot - fictionmania - closed recently (well, i cant open their site!)

[randolph]

Rick and Kim
Friday rolled around and Rick began to wonder if Kim would show up. The idea that he would be alone with her was stirring in his mind. Is she going to want him and does he want to have sex with her. His concerns about becoming gay seem to have retreated to the back of his mind. Nevertheless he thought about where a relationship with Kim would lead.
A noise in the driveway distracted him. It was Kim arriving in her Lexis. A twinge of excitement rippled through him. He watched Kim open the car door and swing her gorgeous legs out. Her skirt had slid well up her thighs exposing the smooth skin of both legs. She got out and stood up, closed the door and started toward the cabin door. She had on a light silken skirt and a tank top of a crumpled pink expanded material. The color went well with her violet skirt. She was wearing black high heels. The vision of her walking up to the cabin was erotic to say the least. Her tight slim body was oozing sex.
Rick opened the door and gave her a bear hug and a kiss on the neck. He said, "Would you like some fresh baked bread, cheese and wine?" "Oh that sounds very good, it's been a long day". They sat on the porch while sipping wine and enjoyed a beautiful sunny day. Kim said she got a letter from Misha in Switzerland. Her father had taken her on a tour of the Hadron Collider which was about to begin operation. She was enjoying her stay but was missing her cabin buddies, particularly at night. "If you don't mind, I would like to take a shower and freshen up a bit" Kim said. "That's fine, I will start putting things together for dinner". Kim disappeared into the bathroom and Rick proceeded to the kitchen. The wine had relaxed him and he felt very good about Kim. It was delightful having her here. Her presence seemed to fill the cabin with erotic energy.
His mind turned to what might happen next. Does she want sex? Does he want to have sex with her? There seemed little doubt regarding either question. How is it going to happen was the next question. Rick had picked up two Dungeness crabs and had them ready with more wine, couscous and some fresh peas and carrots from Rhonda's garden. When Kim entered the kitchen, she had on his bathrobe which was way too big for her but she looked great anyway. At dinner, Randolph enjoyed watching Kim pursue the crab legs. She eagerly tore open the crab legs with her teeth and sucked out the succulent meat carefully licking her lips and fingers. He served her peaches and cream for dessert.
They sat in the living room before the fire and sipped Napoleon Brandy, not talking much, just staring at the fire. Finally, Rick said, "You are welcome to the bedroom and I can sleep on the couch". Kim held her glass to one side and looked at him intently. Her gaze was penetrating. Rick returned the gaze but felt a little uneasy. Kim revealed a slight smile, "Your joking aren't you!" she said. Then she moved slightly and the robe slipped off her legs. Randolph continued the gaze although he wanted to admire her gorgeous legs. She slowly spread her legs apart causing the robe to reveal more of her thighs. Rick could no longer resist looking, his eyes caressed her legs beginning at the ankles and slowly sliding up her calves and along her thighs, her smooth skin covered lovely long shapely muscles.
The fire did not illuminate her upper thighs but as he looked deeper he saw her transsexual cock in the dim light. It was fully erect. A surge of arousal rushed through him as he dropped to his knees and began kissing Kim's lovely feet. He removed her shoes and began licking her toes and carefully sucking each one. Kim seemed to enjoy this somewhat surprising attention. She thought Rick was not much into fetish sex. Slowly with kissing and licking he worked himself up her legs. The vision of Kim's erect cock washed away his inhibitions, loving it is all he wanted to do. She slid forward on the couch spread her legs wide and presented her hard cock to him. "Would you like to suck it?" she asked. "I would love to" as he gently kissed the tip of her rigid cock. A crystal clear drop of pre cum promptly appeared on the tip. Rick licked it up savoring its slightly salty taste. Her cock had a slight aroma, something like Lavender honey.
Rick now realized that all along deep within his mind he was longing for this moment. Oh, he wants it, god he wants it, the feeling of her big succulent cock in his mouth is incredible. He eagerly sucks and licks it from top to bottom. Kim was thrusting her hips forward and moaning, "I love it, oh suck it, oh keep sucking it, oh I love it, suck me, suck, me!".Rick was so delighted that he was pleasing her, he wanted this to last forever. He grasped her throbbing cock with one hand and stroked it while he sucked the swollen cockhead. He now wanted her cum, he remembered how good it was the first time. Suddenly Kim stopped thrusting her hips and with a loud moan filled Rick's mouth with her warm silky cum. Oh, it's so good, he thought, as he licked up every drop. Her cock remained hard for some time as Randolph gently stroked and licked and kissed it. He heard her say, "you're the best". She then leaned forward, grasped his head and licked her cum off his lips. " Ummm, I love my cum", she said. Then Kim got up, took Randolph's hand and led him into the bedroom. "I am going to take care of you now".

[tlover]

Randolph, that was a great story so well written and very erotic, got my pulse racing and my cock throbbing.
Any chance of a part two?

[randolph]

Originally Posted by tlover

Randolph, that was a great story so well written and very erotic, got my pulse racing and my cock throbbing.
Any chance of a part two?

Thanks so much, I appreciate comments. This is part of a longer story, I will post another part soon.

i might attempt one along the lines of peterotica from family guy.

[sphax]

nice i like storys

[ap1_porn]

lovin the stories on here

[randolph]

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.

[randolph]

Testimonial
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.
Thanks,
Rodney and Darla

[smc]

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.

[agedwards63]

Great Stuff thanx for sharing

[ila]

The moans from the back caused him to look in the rearview mirror. Rachael?s blouse was open and Gina was sucking Rachael?s puffy pink nipples. Rachael was obviously enjoying it as her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. She had pulled Gina?s dress up and was fondling her sweet firm tushy. The next time Michael got a look he almost came in his pants and drove off the road. Gina was sucking Rachael?s cock. The scene lent new urgency for Michael to get home.

Michael zipped into his driveway. Fortunately he had an automatic opener for his garage door and he pressed the button. The door was fully open as Michael got to the garage. He pulled inside and by the time he got out the garage door had fully closed. There was just a dim overhead light on he walked around to the passenger side to open the door for Rachael and Gina.

Rachael had just finished smoothing out her skirt and blouse. Gina too had rearranged her dress. Gina slid out of the car and stepped into Michael?s arms. Her eyes were sparkling and she was smiling broadly. Michael bent his head down as Gina tilted hers up. Their lips met and locked together and their tongues twisted and probed. It was extremely sexy for Michael. He always kissed Gina after she sucked his cock, but this was the first time he had kissed her after Gina had sucked another?s cock. It wasn?t just any cock that Gina had sucked. She had sucked the cock of a beautiful woman. It was a more sensuous experience than they had dared to ever hope for.

Rachael now slid out of the car. She was still visibly aroused. Michael took her in his arms and gave her a long, lingering, passionate, tongue twisting kiss. Rachael grabbed Michael by his ass and pulled him into her. She wanted to show him who?s in charge. As she ran her hands over Michael?s ass she thought to herself that tonight was going to be very pleasurable for her.

Before things could go too far Rachael broke off her kiss and said that they should go inside. Michael was only too happy and he led the way. Rachael waited a moment and then grabbed Gina and kissed her passionately. Rachael slipped her hand under Gina?s dress and felt her sopping wet pussy. Rachael slid a finger into Gina and then abruptly pulled out and broke off their kiss, much to Gina?s consternation. Gina gave a little whimper of disappointment, but Rachael grabbed Gina by the hand and led her into the house right behind Michael. Rachael wanted to establish that it was she that was in control.

The ladies followed Michael into the bedroom. The three of them paused momentarily to look at each other. Michael was suddenly uncertain of what to do next. Rachael broke the tension by walking up to Michael and opening his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. Michael took the hint and pulled off his jacket shirt and sent them shirt flying into a corner. He beckoned Gina to him and when she stood before him he unzipped her dress and pushed it down to her waist. Rachael joined them and Michael started undoing Rachael?s clothes. The girls meanwhile tugged at Michael?s belt and then undid his trousers so that they fell to the floor. Michael kicked his pants aside and managed to work off his socks.

[ila]

Michael slipped Gina?s bra off her exposing her luscious breasts. Rachael bent down to take first one erect pink nipple into her mouth and then the other. Rachael licked, kissed, and sucked all around Gina?s nipples eliciting soft sighs and moans from Gina. Michael undid Rachael?s blouse and managed to work it off of her. A quick flick with his practiced fingers and Rachael?s bra was undone and joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Rachael stood up and Michael gasped as he took in the beauty of Rachael?s luscious firm breasts with their pretty pink and puffy nipples. Just like Gina?s breasts, Rachael?s stood out proud and firm. Michael couldn?t resist and he lowered his head to suck Rachael?s nipples. He took one nipple into his mouth and at the same time Gina took the other nipple. They kissed and licked all over and then suckled her breasts.

Michael used one hand to tug down Rachael?s skirt and the other to push Gina?s dress all the way down and off her. Michael turned his attention back to Rachael. He put his fingers in the waistband of Rachael?s panties and pushed them down. Rachael?s cock sprang out and stood straight up. Michael was expecting to see a cock and he felt a thrill at seeing Rachael?s. She was almost as long and as thick as Michael. Her cock was circumcised and the plump pink head was smooth and shiny with pre-cum.

Rachael was now completely naked and Gina had on only a garter belt and stockings. The ladies as one grabbed Michael?s shorts and pushed them down. Michael?s rock hard cock was poking him in his stomach. He reached down and felt Gina?s pussy. She was soaking wet and his fingers slipped right inside her. Rachael stepped up close to Michael. She put her arms around his neck. Michael felt Rachael?s firm soft breasts against his chest. Then he felt her cock brush against his own. He felt a pleasant electric shock surge through him. Michael automatically grasped Rachael?s cock in one hand. Michael had never touched anyone?s cock but his own. Stroking Rachael?s cock felt so natural and so nice.

Michael?s attentions were eliciting soft moans from both ladies. Gina was enjoying Michael?s touch, but she wanted more and a little faster. She manoeuvred the other two with herself to the bed. They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, and writhing bodies with Michael and Gina on each side of Rachael.

Rachael lay back with her arms above her head. Michael was sucking and licking one of Rachael?s nipples while stroking her cock. Gina meanwhile was sucking and licking Rachael?s other nipple. Michael was getting unexpected thrills from caressing Rachael?s cock. His own cock was harder than he could ever remember it being. He had never touched any cock but his own and now he was not only stroking another?s cock, but he was loving the feel of Rachael?s hot hard firm cock.

[ila]

Rachael was enjoying all the attention focused on her, but it was time to take control of the situation again. She used one arm to caress Gina along her back. Gina raised her lips from Rachael?s breast and slid up along her body. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Rachael probed Gina?s mouth with her tongue. Gina sucked on Rachael?s tongue like she was sucking a cock. Rachael moaned and broke their kiss. Their chests were heaving and their breathing was shallow. Rachael swallowed and between breaths gasped that Gina should suck her cock.

Gina flipped positions so that her head was now down at Rachael?s cock. As she twisted around she got Michael?s attention and indicated that he should do the same as her. Gina took Rachael?s cock in one hand and licked the tip. She licked up and down the shaft and all around the head. Gina opened her lips and took Rachael?s cockhead into her mouth. She sucked gently and was rewarded with low moans from Rachael. She took Rachael?s cock out of her mouth and pointed it towards Michael.

Michael didn?t even hesitate. He flicked his tongue out to lick the tip of Rachael?s cock. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was wonderful and sexy and erotic. Michael licked all around the head of Rachael?s cock and then took her fully in his mouth. He slowly started to bob his head up and down along Rachael?s shaft. This was even better than licking and kissing the tip of her cock. It was more enjoyable than he had ever thought possible.

Gina moved her mouth in close to Rachael?s cock. Michael saw her and he released Rachael from his mouth. Gina put her lips around the near side of Rachael?s cock at the base and licked and kissed her way to the tip. Michael saw what Gina was doing and immediately followed her lead. Their lips were just barely touching and as they reached the tip of Rachael?s cock their lips fully came together in a kiss with Rachael?s cock between them. They then started kissing Rachael?s cock back down to the base.

Rachael loved the sensation of two sets of lips on her cock. She grabbed Michael?s cock with one hand and started stroking on it. She manoeuvred Gina on top of her and had her positioned so that she could lick Gina?s pussy. Gina?s soaking wet pussy gushed at the touch of Rachael?s tongue.

The three of them continued licking and sucking in this manner for several minutes. They were all nearing orgasm and wanting to prolong the experience they one at a time slowed and then stopped what they were doing. Their chests were heaving and their breathing was shallow.

Gina slid off of Rachael and repositioned herself on her side looking at Rachael. Michael half sat up and Rachael twisted around on to her side and slid her legs up towards the head of the bed, but pointing out to the edge. Michael readjusted his position so that his face was next to Rachael?s cock and his own cock was just inches from Gina?s sweet delicate mouth.

[connie]

I was nervous as I began the five hour trip to Montana, from my home in Washington. My best friend was getting married, and she had asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding, so it is perhaps understandable why I was nervous. Nervous because my license listed me as male, nervous because not many people in the bridal party knew I was male, nervous because the wedding was at a remote lodge on a lake, and nervous because I did not know what my reception would be like when I arrived. I was dressed modestly, pencil skirt, low heeled maryjanes, dark hose, white blouse, and was not looking for trouble, but who knew how these things would go. Several hours later, and thankfully no police stops, though one gas station attendent looked like he wanted to ask me something, I arrived at the lodge. My friend heidi was radiant, and she gave me a huge hug. Her maid of honor, who I did not know, was less welcoming, but seemed okay. She was a smoking hot redhead, and I would pay a lot of money to get lips like hers. The groom seemed like a nice guy, and his groomsmen were a rowdy bunch of guys. So far so good.
The rehersal dinner went well, and soon enough drinks were flowing freely, I had a few, but I always watch myself when I am in he company of people who don't know my secret, and then I excused myself and went to my cabin. I showered, and shaved, then lotioned myself all over, paying special attetion to my legs and feet. The pedicure I had last week still looked good, but you can never be too careful. Slipping on a silk babydoll, and new panties, I crawled into bed, only to be called to the door by a steady knocking. It was Christina, the maid of honor, and she walked right in, a little unsteadily, but quick enough. I closed the door and locked it, and the turned to ask what she needed. I found her lips, those sexy full pouting lips on mine, and her firm hands were roaming over my breasts. I opened my mouth to protest, but was stopped by her tounge. Her hands slipped from my perky little breasts, to under my babydoll, and squeezing my ass. I moaned, because it felt so good, but was still confused. She was pinching my nipple now, and one hand was inside my panties, and teasing my hot little rosebud. "Stop, wait, I am not what you think, " " Oh, I know just what you are, and I know just what I want to do with you.", she said as her hand dropped down and caressed my little cock. It had been dormant with confusion and fear of being found out, but now it was rising in it's silky home, and greeting those stroking fingers.

[rockabilly]

Tell me more Connie.

[connie]

As soon as I get more time, I will finish kisses and more

[awww yehhh]

These types of stories about shemales turning males and females into shemales get me so rock hard i just cant help but masturbate.....sometimes i wish they were real

http://www.cyoc.net/stories/stories_...ter_29483.html


http://www.literotica.com/s/the-shem...ocalypse-ch-01


If anyone has any more stories like this please share!

[a9127]

There has been some interest in my doing more with the "Stephanie" stories so I have been using my Wordpress blog to try out ideas. Parts of the following excerpt from "Just You and Me" landed me in hot water with their censors and now my blog is marked as "mature."

Hope some of you on here enjoy it. Especially my friend Boner who really liked the first story. By the way, "Andy and Stephanie" are both 18...

…The night before the game the school has a big celebration for the team and we share a dance to Depeche Mode’s “It’s No Good.” The title is somewhat misleading. The lyrics reflect how we feel about each other, especially the line “It’s understood.” I love you Stephanie and somehow I have a feeling that tonight is going to be a very special night for us.

After the dance, we take off in the Chevelle. Stopping at a friend’s you change into a hot pink cropped t-shirt, a very short jean mini-skirt, lots of makeup, and 6” heels. Climbing in on the passenger’s side, you crawl very slowly across the front seat like a very sexy and beautiful cat. Sitting on my lap you kiss me aggressively, practically shoving your tongue down my throat. In a very sexy voice you tell me that you want to be my “slut” for tonight. Then, giggling, you kick off your heels and rub my crotch with your foot. Your long blonde hair is deliberately “messy” as if you just got out of bed. God, you are so sexy. We stop at a “Dog-n-Suds” drive-in and “Semi-Charmed Life” comes on the radio. You absolutely love this song and start singing along to it. Even after I tell you “it’s really about doing meth” you say “I don’t care, I love it. I want it to be our song!” You slide over and sit next to me just like you did five years ago when we went for a ride around the neighborhood. You lean your head against me and put your feet up on the dashboard giving me a great view of your incredibly long and sexy legs. We head way out into the country so we can be alone and before we have even had a chance to pull over you have your head buried in my lap. Somehow I manage to at least get the car parked safely. You lie back against the passenger door with your t-shirt pulled up and your legs apart. Looking right at me you say “Andy, there is something very special about tonight. I don’t know exactly what it is. Maybe it’s the memories I have of when we first met and that first time being with you in this car. Maybe it’s the excitement surrounding the game tomorrow. I just know that I am crazy in love with you. I want to fuck you so bad I can’t stand it.” (Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing about you…) You smile as you lie back on the bench seat with your legs up. Going down on you, I suck your beautiful 7" cock bringing you ever so close to the edge. You just moan and say "Oh God, Andy that feels so good." Then, "I want you to fuck me baby, I need to feel you inside me." As I enter you, I pin your arms over your head by your wrists as you struggle—the only thing you say is “Shit, Andy, I can’t even move. God you’re so strong…” "I'm not hurting you am I Steph?" "Fuck no, it's awesome!” Giggling you say “Maybe I should just let you tie me up..." and then later “Ooooo baby... Ohhhhh... Christ, that feels so fucking good...” You giggle as you bite my lip. Then you wrap your powerful legs around me very tightly saying “OK dude, you’re all mine now…" You turn us over so that you are now on top. Very softly you tell me "Just relax baby, I've got this..." We are both in peak physical condition and you ride me very hard. When we cum it's fucking incredible.

Afterwards we lie there on the front seat, you still on top of me, totally exhausted. You kiss me and say, “Omigod, that was so awesome baby!” We joke about how we might have to “spend the night there.” I say “I just hope the cops don’t show up.” Eventually I recover enough to drive you home. You call your mom on your cell phone to tell her you’re OK, that we just lost track of the time. Sitting next to me all the way back to your parent’s house, you lay your head on my shoulder and hold onto my arm very tightly. You don’t say anything but I can tell how happy you are. Looking at you I think back to when we first met and I knew you as "Stephen," the time you held my hand when we went to the mall, the rides on my dirtbike, the first time we kissed (you later told me that was the first time you had ever been kissed...), the night you told me you wanted to be known as "Stephanie,” and the time I told my mom I thought I was falling in love with you. I asked her how I would know. Her answer was "Andy, I think you do know." She was right. I do know. I love you so much Stephanie that I would give my life for you. There has never been anyone else and there never will be…

Copyright © 2016 AMS

[a9127]

In another post I made reference to this story and began thinking that others might enjoy it. It is not my work (it’s much better… ) what follows are excerpts of my “favorite“ parts. The entire story can be found on the Internet. It’s titled “A Roman Experience” by “Prisoner.” While some might consider this more of a “gay” story, I found the description of the young blonde slave quite appealing. A fit, tan, long haired blue eyed blonde, with a “beautiful,” “feminine” face, smooth body and large cock? And who is clearly submissive? Shit, I’d fuck him in an instant! Of course the boys "owner," Marcus, is a former "gladiator" who won his freedom in the arena (if you know me, you'd know I think stuff like that is awesome...). Anyway, hope you like it.

The slaves, having removed the serving tables, were now erecting an X shaped cross where the tables had been. I don't know about the other guests, but at this sight, my own heart began to pound with excitement and now two more came marching out from behind one of the hedges. They held the blonde between them. He was still naked, but his ankles and legs had been unbound, and his wrists were tied in front of him. The slaves marched him over to the cross, untied his wrists and then pulling up on his arms, secured each wrist to one of the uprights of the cross. Once his wrists had been secured, they pulled his legs apart, causing his penis and balls to hang free between his legs, and bound his ankles to the lower parts of the cross. They then stepped away, leaving him spread-eagled.

I now had a chance to really look at the boy. He was powerfully built. His arms and legs were thickly muscled. Because of his bondage, they were straining beneath his skin. His face was almost feminine in it's beauty, his flaxen hair hung limply over his forehead, matched by thick flaxen eyelashes. His cheeks were touched with a hint of rose, indicating his youth. His eyes were the most startling blue color. They were a deep, sapphire blue, the color of deep pools of water. His neck, was not overly thick, but symmetrical, leading to broad, well muscled shoulders that were also straining with the pressure of the bindings. His chest was completely smooth, and lightly browned, indicating many hours spent in the sun. His nipples were the size of coins, and dusky rose in hue. His abdomen was rippled with muscle. As my eyes reached the platinum bush at his groin, I let out an involuntary gasp. Even limp, his cock was huge. His balls were also large, and hung pendulously in their sack, swinging slightly.

"Here is my wager," Marcus began to explain, "I will double the money you lost, or double the money you won. " the guests shouted and cheered, making it difficult to hear what Marcus was saying. He stopped talking and smiled, and motioned for the guests to quiet themselves. "Please, please?" he asked, "let me finish my wager." The shouting slowly died down. "As I said," he continued, "I will double the amount of your wagers if" he paused for effect, and the silence was complete, as each diner waited for the conditions of the wager. "if, you can cause this boy to cum" he indicated the bound blonde, "through torture," he finished. There was a momentary silence as he finished, to be replaced in a split second with roars of approval.

"Wait, wait," he continued, motioning us to be quiet once again, "there are conditions." He stopped again, and we remained silent. "Each of you must make the boy cum, using whatever means of torture you choose," he indicated towards the youth again and we looked to see his major domo setting up a table of implements. "But, you must leave no lasting marks, and you may not stroke or in any way massage his penis. He must cum from the torture itself," he finished.

"Very well, very well, who will be first?" he asked simply. I took a sip of wine, wondering whether or not Marcus was playing us the fool. There were eight of us. Surely this boy could not be made to come 8 times, no matter the stimulation. But, we were all pretty well in our cups by this time, and I was prepared to meet the challenge, and from the sounds of the others, they too were going to rise to the occasion. "I think you were the first to claim the wager, Tarques," he spoke to a Roman military officer seated half way round the circle. I did not know him, and looked with renewed interest in the possible tortures he might conjure up for our blonde victim. He stood up and walked directly toward the youth. He was not unsteady. Either he had not been drinking as much as the rest of us, or he was able to hold his wine much better.

Reaching the youth, he raised both his arms and took the boy's nipples in his fingers and began to twist and pinch them. "Hssssh," the boy hissed between clenched teeth. "Are you going to twist his nipples off?" I heard one of the diner’s question. "Yes, yes, twist off his nipples," a chant began from the diners. He released the boy's tits and turned towards us with a smile. “Now, what do you take me for, an amateur," he asked with mock disdain. The diners laughed at this retort and became silent, waiting with mounting excitement at what was to come.

"I have served in Rome's legions all over the empire," he started to lecture, "I have seen all manner of tortures, some that we inflicted on the barbarians to make them docile, and some they inflicted on themselves and on our troops as punishment," he continued speaking. "But, the race that has developed torture to a high art are the Persians, and..." he paused, like Marcus, for effect. "It is a Persian torment that I will visit on this lad to win my wager." He spoke with a booming voice and turned to look up at his victim. The boy merely sighed deeply and lay his head back once again on the cross.

First Tarques picked up a small whip, and we thought that he intended to whip the youth. Certainly a painful torment, but not really that unusual. But, instead, he took the handle of the whip and inserted it up the boy's rectum, and slowly he began to fuck the boy with the handle.

"Uhhhh," the youth moaned as he moved his head from side to side. His cock, however, soon responded to the pressure on his prostate, and began to harden. As soon as the cock had grown to its full length, Tarques withdrew the whip handle and tossed it aside. Then, holding onto the base of the boy's cock, with cock and balls held tightly by his right hand, he reached into his tunic and pulled out a long ivory rod. He turned to face us, holding the rod up with his left hand. "Watch closely my friends, at this Persian delight," he spoke huskily, his own excitement obviously growing.

He turned and then, slowly, ever so slowly, he began to insert the rod into the end of the boy's penis. "No, aaaaah, uggggh, hsssssh!!" the boy began immediately to scream as the probe pushed its way into his cock. When Tarques had inserted the rod several inches, he stopped and began to withdraw it. "Aaaaaaaah!!" the youth screamed even louder. Slowly Tarques pushed it back in, then pulled it out, and pushed it in again, methodically fucking the boys cock with the rod. The boy continued to scream, as he pulled fruitlessly at his restraints. He could not move his cock away, for Tarques held it tight with his right hand.

"Ah, aaah, aaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaah!!" the screams grew louder. Then the youth shuddered. Tarques stepped aside and held up the cock and rod for all to see as cum oozed out around the base of the rod and down the youth's cock-shaft. Tarques pulled out the rod, and a thick wad of cum shot up and spattered his tunic. "There Marcus," the soldier continued, wiping the rod off with a napkin and reinserting it into his tunic. "A Persian delight for your guests, and a wager won for me."

[Boss]

Originally Posted by a9127

In another post I made reference to this story and began thinking that others might enjoy it. ... "A Persian delight for your guests, and a wager won for me."

This is a very stimulating story, indeed.
Curious what the seven others are inflicting on the lad.

[a9127]

Originally Posted by Boss

This is a very stimulating story, indeed.
Curious what the seven others are inflicting on the lad.

Sent you a PM with a link. The entire thing is probably too long to post.

[jimoshea]

I met a ts in Dublin on Saturday night gone. What can I say it was amazing. I was on a night out with a few friends and I phoned a ts off escort Ireland. She send me directions and met me at the door looking gorgeous. I gave her the money and then she started kissing me. All my clothes was taken off then I took hers off. She lay down and I started to suck her cock. Then she got me in the 69 position and started sucking my cock. I was so turned on. I kept sucking her cock deeper n deeper next thing i new she was sticking her tongue deep in my ass. It felt great. I wanted her to fuck me so bad. My luck was in when she said let me fuck you. And that she did. Her cock is big. But it felt great inside me. I wanted her to fuck me harder n harder.

[a9127]

While not technically a "shemale" story, my earlier post made me think of something else that happened when I was a Freshman in High School. Our English teacher was very "dramatic" and I'm sure she had at least studied Theatre in college and had acted in plays. We all used to giggle and snicker whenever she would read in class. I also thought she was pretty hot. Although way too "old" for me. (Note: she was probably all of 24 or 25... ).

Anyway, to the point. She used to like for us to "act" out scenes in class. One time three of us were selected to write and perform an "evil villain ties the girl to the railroad tracks" scene in class. You can guess who was selected to be the "bad guy" and while never shy in front of people--I was scared to death because I knew I'd get a hardon in front of the class...

I wore a black top hat and cape as well as a fake mustache for the occasion. I can't remember precisely what immortal line I had but it went something like "You'll never escape, my beauty..." Of course while "tying" the girl (we actually used rope) to the tracks (the teacher's desk), you guessed it, I got a hardon in front of the class. Using my "top hat" I held it over my crotch. This only served to make things worse and soon everyone was laughing hysterically. Including me and the girl.

Finally the teacher said "thank you Andrew, that will be enough..." I took a bow and returned to my seat to great applause.

The only "repercussion" from all of this was Stephanie found out about it and I was on her "shitlist" for a few days. Eventually she asked "Could you do that with me?" But that is another story...

[Boner]

Cool story! I'd like to hear about when you tied Stephanie!

[a9127]

The above story really did happen as I’ve told it. I wasn’t quite as embarrassed as it seems and of course most of my friends thought it was hilarious. For a brief moment I even thought about a career in acting (eat your heart out Tom Hanks… ).

Interestingly, our English teacher never had anyone perform in front of the class again…

Unfortunately, my girlfriend Stephanie found out about it through her friends. I'm sure they made it sound like there was something “going on” between me and the other girl. When I saw Stephanie in History class later that day, she totally ignored me and took her seat across the room. Deliberately avoiding eye contact with me, when we finally did look at each other her normally beautiful and soft blue eyes were pure ice.

When the bell rang she was out of there. I finally caught up with her at her locker. “Well, I heard you and Rosalie had quite a time in Miss Williams class… it’s all over school… Oh I feel like such a fucking idiot!”

“Steph, it wasn’t what you think.”

Looking up at me Stephanie says “So what was it then Andy? From what I heard you really seemed to be into it.”

“Stephanie, Miss Williams wanted us to put on this stupid play, you know how she thinks she’s this great ‘drama teacher’ it’s just that I got hard tying Rosalie up. Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“You could have at least acted embarrassed about it or done something else. All my friends say you two were up there laughing about it. Sounds like you really liked it. I heard the class loved it. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to get to my next class…”

A couple of days go by and Stephanie is still mad and avoiding me. Not even looking at me in History class, and not answering my calls or messages. Note: Showing my age… cellphones of the 90’s did not generally have the same “texting” capability we take for granted today. And thank God there were no cameras in phones back then or our little “play” would have probably gone viral on YouTube… .

Suddenly one day I get an instant message on my computer “Hi, it’s Steph wanna talk?”

Since she lives right down the street from me I head over to her house. I’m thinking this is going to be the “breakup” talk. But when she answers the door she says “I talked to Rosalie. She heard about us and told me nothing was going on between you too. It just sort of happened she said. Everyone thought it was funny and thinks Miss Williams is the one who should be in trouble. I’m sorry Andy, I guess I just love you so much I just overreacted. I’ve been thinking a lot about us. I know you’d never cheat on me.”

“I love you Stephanie don’t ever forget that.” Then we kiss for the longest time.

“Why don’t you come in? My Mom made dinner. Maybe we could just hang out later?”

“That sounds good. I’d like that.”

After dinner we go down to her parent’s basement rec room and watch MTV. It seems like the worst is over and we snuggle and kiss like normal. It’s just like old times.

Suddenly Stephanie asks “So why do you get turned on by tying up a girl anyway?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ve never been tied up but I’ve seen stuff on TV and sometimes it’s exciting. I’ve always wondered about it. Have you ever wanted to tie ME up Andy?”

I can’t lie. “Yeah. But I didn’t think you’d like it.”

“Well what would you do to me?”

“Let me see your wrists.” Taking my belt I tie your wrists together in front of you.

“I kind of like that, Andy. You are such a bad boy” you say giggling. “What if I raised my arms above my head? Like this?”

When you do that your t-shirt rides up exposing your tummy. You are also wearing very short pajama bottoms. Your legs look so sexy and I can see by the small bulge that you must like it too. Of course I’m fully hard now and it shows.

“So you DO like me like this…” you say laughing.

Seeing your exposed tummy, I can’t resist lightly tickling you. “Ohmigod! Andy stop it!!!”

I do and you lie back against the couch with your legs apart. You don’t say anything, you just look at me and smile. It’s pretty clear from your erection that you are turned on by this. We kiss as I run my hand up your thigh and gently rub your cock through your shorts.

“That feels so good baby. I guess being tied up makes it more intense or something. Anyway, whatever you’re doing don’t stop.”

I slip your small but now very hard cock out of your shorts and begin to suck you off. You are not really tied up, just my belt around your wrists, but clearly you enjoy this. Soon you cum. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve ever made out or had sex but there is something exciting about this time.

As we lie there, you bring your still bound arms down around me holding me tightly. “Now I’ve got YOU sweetie…” you say giggling and smiling at me.

Copyright © 2017 AMS

[a9127]

Originally Posted by Boner

Cool story! I'd like to hear about when you tied Stephanie!

Glad you liked it! I combined and edited these and they are on my WordPress Home Page as "Freshman English Class." I've taken some liberties with a few of the details but yeah, this really happened...

[escierto]

I have written 11 stories on literotica, nine of them based on my true experiences and two of them based on imagining a meeting with a girl I used to know. The strange thing is the two fantasy stories have much higher ratings than the true to life stories. I guess my imagination was better than reality. They are in the transgender category under the author name of esclaro.

[davecess]

Originally Posted by escierto

I have written 11 stories on literotica, nine of them based on my true experiences and two of them based on imagining a meeting with a girl I used to know. The strange thing is the two fantasy stories have much higher ratings than the true to life stories. I guess my imagination was better than reality. They are in the transgender category under the author name of esclaro.

Tried to find your stories without success, can you help?