Shemale Stories

[Boner]

November is a depressing time of year and when you’re an 18 year old college freshman who’s stuck on campus for Thanksgiving break it’s even more so. Mom is off with her new boyfriend this year and I haven’t spoken to my father in years so I’m with nowhere to go over the long weekend. No girlfriend, no car, no job, and no money really limits my options. I’ll just hang in the dorm with some of the other losers I guess.

College hasn’t exactly been fun so far. I thought I’d get on campus and party and drink and hook up with girls. I didn’t exactly knock ‘em dead in high school and while I hoped I’d lose my virginity over the summer it didn’t turn out that way. Fact is even when I get to one of the parties, I’m too shy to hook up with anyone. All the girls seem to only like the upper classmen anyway and have no interest in dorky freshmen like me. Something look forward too I guess. So far my grades are good because my social life is shit.

I don’t mind the classes and the homework. It’s really what I’m here for anyway. Even though I’m just taking general education courses, I’m enjoying the subjects and getting good grades. By far my favorite course is Spanish 101 but it isn’t because I love the language, it’s because I can’t get enough of the teacher, Señora Ferraro.

I’ve never seen a teacher, let alone a woman, quite like her. She’s thin yet curvy with gorgeous golden bronze skin that sets off whatever she’s wearing. Her face is exquisite, large eyes and full lips with a perfectly formed nose under masses of lush blonde hair she either keeps pulled back with a colorful scarf or allows to spill across her slender shoulders. The way she moves, the way she speaks- everything about her is captivating. Needless to say I sit right up front and pay close attention while trying to conceal my excitement of being turned on by such an exotic creature. It’s hard not to stare let alone drool on my desk or squirm around in my seat because of a raging hard on.

Maybe I pay too much attention because other people have noticed. On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving , Miss Ferraro was going over some pronunciations, rolling her rs in that deliciously sexy voice of hers, I got so caught up in wanting to kiss those pretty lips I didn’t notice fratboy Fred Durant lean over and knock my books to my the floor. The class stopped short and Miss Ferraro spun around to see me sheepishly retrieving my books from the floor. To my surprise she gave me a soft smile before returning to the lesson. I felt like such an ass and wanted to kill Fred.

At last the bell rang and everyone hurriedly scooped up their belongings and headed for the door. It was later in the afternoon and in another hour the campus would be a ghost town. “Happy Thanksgiving Bob”, Fred said as he bumped my desk on the way out. Not having anywhere to go I wasn’t in as much of a rush.

“Adios Roberto”, Señora Ferraro called as I got close to the door. The last student slid by me as I turned to wish her a Happy Thanksgiving.

She gave me a smile. “How far is home for you?”, she asked.

“Actually I’m not going home this year, Señora. My mom is on vacation and I figured it’d be easier just to stay here on campus.”

“That’s no way to spend the holiday. Everyone should have a somewhere to go on Thanksgiving. Even if they don’t, they shouldn’t spend the day alone,” she said.

“Yeah well, I won’t be totally alone. I’m sure there’ll be other guys at the dorm. I’ll probably just watch football or something.”

“Do you like football, Roberto?”, she asked gathering up her coat and patent leather handbag. If there was one thing Miss Ferraro knew how to do it was dress. She pulled her white trench coat on and looked even sexier if that was possible. I felt the blood rush into my cheeks.

“Not really”, I said hoping my voice didn’t break. I felt an extreme need to get back to my room and get some relief.

“Well,” Miss Ferraro said and came a little closer. I’m doing a little entertaining tomorrow. My girlfriend is stopping by for a bit before we go out dancing tomorrow night. We’re not going out until later so if you’d like to stop by I’m sure I can fix you up with a home cooked meal. I can’t promise turkey but I wouldn’t want you to starve on Thanksgiving. My place is an easy walk from campus.”

Could this really be happening?

“I…uh….sure, I’d love to.” Smooth.

“Great”, she said and gave me a wide smile. “I don’t generally like for my students to know where I live but you’re very welcome, Roberto.”

She pulled a pen and a pad from her purse and scrawled out an address. Even her handwriting was sexy. She tore off the address and pressed it into my palm. I noticed how long and slender her fingers were, each tipped with an exquisitely manicure nail painted a hot shade of orange. The next thing I knew, one of those hands closed around my forearm and she leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“Until tomorrow,” she whispered and guided me to the door. My prick was a bar of steel and it was all I could do not to explode. I felt the dampness of pre-cum on my thigh. “Uh…yeah, thanks. See you tomorrow. Um…what time?”

“Not too early, Roberto. Why don’t you come around 7:00. Sofia should be there then. You’ll like her.”

As much as I wished it would only be the two of us, I wondered if Miss Ferraro’s friend would be as hot as her. Beautiful women always seemed to have beautiful friends. “Okay. See you then. Looking forward to it.”

“So am I, Roberto. So am I.”

Damn.

[Boner]

The next day I found the address Miss Ferraro gave me and knocked on her door. I wanted to bring a bottle of wine or something but being under 21 kept me from that and my funds were pretty low anyway. I did manage to scrounge up enough to get a meager flower boquet at the grocery store.

The door swung open and there she was, dressed to the nines in a shimmery purple dress and looking way hotter than any woman had a right to.

“Roberto!”, she squealed. “You brought flowers! How sweet of you. Come in and meet my friend.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and tugged me through the doorway. I was afraid my cock was going to brush up against her as it was instantly rock hard.

“Robert…meet Sofia”, Miss Ferraro said and steered me towards the couch where a stunning red-head sat. I wasn’t wrong in my prediction that my Spanish professor had hot friends. This woman was off the charts gorgeous!

“You’re right Sierra,” she purred. “He is really cute. Come and sit by me big boy”, she said and patted the cushion next to her.

Miss Ferraro took the flowers from my hand and led me to the couch and her friend. Just looking at Sofia’s flawless white skin packed into a sleeveless leather dress was almost too much for me. Even though she was sitting down I could tell she was very tall and it was obvious that she spent a lot of time at the gym. I never thought anyone’s arms were sexy before but all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel her muscles.

I didn’t have to wait long because the grabbed my wrist in a strong grip and pulled me down to the couch. “Why don’t you two get better acquainted while I find some water for these,” Miss Ferraro giggled and sauntered off towards the kitchen. I was alone with this incredible woman.

“I bet you drive all the girls crazy, Roberto,” she said in a husky voice. “Got a girlfriend?”

“I….uh…no. No I don’t have one”, I managed to stammer.

“That’s too bad. Tell you what, kid. How about I be your girlfriend tonight? What do you say?”

Looking at this woman, masses of red hair piled up over a face that belonged in a magazine, what could I say? “Ummm….okay.”

She laughed. “All right then. Come here and give me a kiss, lover boy.”

I slid towards her and she pulled me closer, covering my face with kishes from those beautiful red lips. She then licked my cheek which sent a chill down my spine before driving her tongue into my mouth. My toes curled as she started yanking my shirt up over my head and raking my back with her long, red nails.

She ground against me and I started to grind back. She was as strong as I thought and our making out began to feel like top of me, grinding away. I was lost in feelings of lust I didn’t know I had in me and let out a little moan which on made Sofia more aggressive. My hands fumbled weakly around her back for the zipper to her leather dress. I had to see the giant tits that were pressing against my chest.

I was stopped when her hand shot up and clenched my chin in a vice like grip. “Not yet,” she hissed. Her mouth opened and closed over mine in another passionate kiss. Every part of me melted under her except for my cock which felt like a bar of steel. I could already feel a bit a pre-cum staining my jeans.

My hand explored her solid, strong body. I never knew a woman could feel like this! Every inch of her felt powerful. I pushed against her a little and she pushed back, letting me know she was firmly in control. “Your mine now, bitch” she whispered. “All mine. I’m going to do with you what I want. Do you like that?” All I could do was moan.

She laughed and forced me to turn over. Her fingers closed on my crotch and I knew I was going to blow my load soon.

“Hey, not so fast. We have to give him a little show first.” My head jerked around to see Miss Ferraro standing there in a skin tight pink cat suit. Her hair spilled over her slender shoulders as she raised her arms and put her hands behind her head. Her chest thrust forward and her huge tits were on the verge of popping free.

“You’re right,” Sofia giggled. “Why don’t you put on some music and dance for us?”

Sierra obliged and put on the stereo. A sexy slow bass line poured out of the speakers as she began to move. She spun and shimmied in time with the music. I was hypnotized as Sofia pulled me onto her lap, her hand softly massaging my cock as it strained inside my jeans.

Sierra spun and faced away from us and as I watched, she brought the straps of her slinky cat suit down from her shoulders and began to slowly peel it off. I so wanted to go to her and run my hands over the smooth skin of her back but Sofia’s arm had found its way around my neck and held me back. “Look but don’t touch, little boy”, she whispered in my ear. “You’ll get your chance.”

By now Sierra had shucked her outfit completely and I marveled at her round, tight ass. I licked my lips as she kicked the shiny pink fabric away. I could feel myself drooling as she turned around…..

And I saw her swollen cock pointing right at me.

“Surprised? Watch are you going to do now lover?” Sofia laughed and pushed me on the floor. I looked up and Miss Ferraro’s cock was inches from my face. She looked down and smiled.

Sofia rose from the couch and her own dress fell away exposing her massive tits and even more massive cock. Both of these ladies put me to shame. I was shocked, horrified, but for some reason my own erection still raged.

“If you want to get out of here you can, Roberto,” Sierra said. “But if you do, I hope you’ll keep our secret.”

“I….I don’t want to leave, Miss Ferraro.” The words were out before I could even think of taking them back. They hung there in the air as both ladies closed in.

Sofia placed her strong hands on my shoulders and pushed me towards Sierra. Instinctually, my mouth opened and was filled. Even though I never had done this before, I seemed to know what she wanted as I reached my hands around to cup her lovely buttocks. I heard Sierra sigh and was pleased that I could give her such pleasure.

I felt my pants being pulled off but I kept at what I was doing. I wanted nothing more than to satisfy the beautiful woman before me. Time had lost all meaning but soon I felt a gentle pressure in an area of myself I never explored before. There was a coolness as I felt something damp back there.

“Don’t worry,” I heard Sofia say from behind me. “It’ll hurt at first but I promise to go slow and, trust me, you’ll like it.”

She was right!

[a9127]

Wow! Very sexy and well written. If Señora Ferraro ends up getting fired over this I'm sure I can get her hired at my university. We always need someone to teach SPA 101.

I can understand why you would base a story on those two. Looking forward to more...

[Boner]

Originally Posted by a9127

Wow! Very sexy and well written. If Señora Ferraro ends up getting fired over this I'm sure I can get her hired at my university. We always need someone to teach SPA 101.

I can understand why you would base a story on those two. Looking forward to more...

Thanks Andy! I'm so glad you enjoyed my little tale of lust.

I wrote in 2013 for Bob's Tgirls. That was the first site I ever joined. I had just discovered Gia Darling a few days before and my mind was blown. I was looking for more Gia online and stumbled across Bob'site. This picture of Sirra was in the preview section and I joined immediately because I had to see more. She is and always will be special to me

As far as writing more, I started a story about Sexxy Jade but I scrapped it

[Smoothie]

I take showers every day.
True story.

It's like a VR headset trans shower vid, but less exciting because there's shampoo in my eyes.

[a9127]

Originally Posted by Boner

Thanks Andy! I'm so glad you enjoyed my little tale of lust.

As far as writing more, I started a story about Sexxy Jade but I scrapped it

Hope you saved a draft. Finish it and post it!

[Boner]

Originally Posted by a9127

Hope you saved a draft. Finish it and post it!

I'm having trouble finding it and may have trashed it

But maybe I can start from scratch. That means having to look at Sexxy Jade for some inspiration

I have along way to catch up to you as far as stories go Andy!

[a9127]

Originally Posted by Boner

I'm having trouble finding it and may have trashed it
But maybe I can start from scratch. That means having to look at Sexxy Jade for some inspiration

Just think about a situation you’d like to be in with her and what you would like to do with her.

You did this very well in the story about your Spanish Professor. Hell, I was wondering what university it was! Hoped they needed someone to teach Business Analytics or Stats.

Anyway I would use the same method. Just change the girl and the setting. Then have fun!

For a setting, use a place you’re familiar with. I use Zionsville or Indianapolis a lot because that’s where I live now. I also took “Kirsten” up to meet my family in Michigan where I grew up for example. In most stories I use myself as the other character. Many of the details about me are real as well and that makes it easy to write about. After all they are supposed to be your fantasies.

Sometimes I write about silly stuff. The story about the trans bodyduilder where my character was small and weak and smoked pot is totally NOT me. Nor is the guy who goes overseas and ends up as some beautiful transwoman’s sex slave for life in a rubber bodysuit and a rubber cock in his ass. Or the “virginal” kid with the beautiful nurse. Or the 81 year old man with the 29 year old girlfriend (someday… ). And I’m definitely NOT the guy who wants his cock cut off!!!

Kirsten, Sarah, Bobbi, and Toni are all based on someone I’ve really known (including former lovers) or have seen pictures of—maybe on TLB? They aren’t “real” people (God, I wish Kirsten was… ) but they represent what perhaps to me is the “ideal woman.” I’ve tried to portray each of them as intelligent and strong as well as beautiful.

Looking forward to your next story!

Andy