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A Cinderella Story
Copyright 2007-2008 Severe Productions Ltd. All rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
Story Codes: M/TG, Fantasy, Magic, Oral, Transgender
Synopsis:
When Robert finds out his wife is cheating on him, the young man's Fairy Godmother steps in to give him some much needed help, setting Robert on a long and surprising journey to find happiness in a life he never dreamed of.
Cinderella is what I'm writing currently (Dec 08 - Jan 09) and it's being posted simultaneously on this site as well as Stories Online and ASSM/ASSTR ... Not Literotica because I hate them.
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Girl Fag
Annie is a 14yo
girl trying to understand her newfound sexuality.
She's pretty sure she should have been born a guy, but can't deny her
attraction for 'other' boys.
Is it possible to be a gay boy trapped in a heterosexual girl's body? And if
so, what does that mean?
With the help of her 6 brothers, 4 best friends, and football coach, Annie is
determined to find out what makes her tick.
Actually, Girl Fag has changed quite a lot since I wrote the original synopsis. It now boasts 43 chapters and is my most popular story to date. I have no idea why. Seriously. It's still in progress, although hopefully nearing completion at fifty chapters (if all goes according to plan) and Girl Fag has been a lot of fun. A lot of work too. Yikes!
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Snack - Episode 01: Tom Loves me
Everybody calls me Snack cause I used to be really little. Everybody was little once, but it took me longer to grow up some, and that's why they call me Snack. There was just enough time there to get me a nickname and it stuck.
Now I'm bigger, but not much and that's okay. Lotsa guys like smaller girls and I'm just fifteen anyway. Mostly they play games with me, like guessing where I'm from and if a boy at school guesses right, I say I'll give him a kiss. If a man guesses right, I'll give him whatever he wants. But they're always wrong, so I just laugh and roll my big almond eyes mostly.
People like my eyes and they're almond shaped, kinda oriental almost and brown like a doe in heat. Shining and bright and I see everything all around me. My caramel skin gets dark in the summer, lighter in the fall, and it's soft and smooth all over. My tits aren't so big, just enough for a grown man to hold and squeeze, but my nipples make them better. Long, black nipples, always hard and swollen, inviting kisses and bites and they burn with pleasure. I can't hardly think sometimes, when my tits start aching and my stiff cocky gets wet with the need.
She's small too, just a snack between my thighs. No hair at all, just velvet soft skin, dark and oily with precum. My balls are small and full of sperm, like no matter how many times I cum, they're always eager to ejaculate their creamy load in someone's hands or mouth. My cock and balls are sexy and unique and so many boys love the way I'm different. My ass gets a lot of attention and I like to show it off. It's round and firm, with a deep crack between my brown cheeks. I wear thongs mostly, because they're comfortable and they look nice. My little hole is hot and tight, and tender to the touch, almost delicate and fragile to the eyes, but she's not. My sweet little boy pussy loves to fuck and everybody knows it. All the boys love my butt.
And my legs. Oh, someday I think I'm gonna grow some more, but maybe I'll just be five foot two all my life, I dunno. If I do I want my legs to get long cause they're already nice, but just too short for me. They're smooth and toned, like I'm a dancer or something, but that's just from walking around in heels all the time. Soft thighs and strong calves and short skirts get me a lot of friends and I like to twirl on my toes and laugh. I know they like me.
Tom likes me and he's following me as I walk around the block, driving his car slow and trying to talk out the passenger window at me. He's old, but not really, and he likes to spoil me and so I'm teasing him. I'm swinging my purse and moving my shoulders, giving my ass that extra wiggle. He's gonna want me bad soon. Bad enough to get me in his car and take me home to a motel room, and keep me for an hour or forever maybe.
"Hey Snack!" He's pulled into an alley in front of me so I stop and purse my lips, tossing long black hair over my shoulder. "Hop in!"
"Ohhh...I dunno," I look around and lick my bottom lip.
"Come on," he says. "I haven't seen you in a month, baby. You know I need you!"
"Yeah, but you don't love me," I decide and I make like I'm gonna walk around him.
"I got ya something," he says and that makes me stop. "Get in. I'll give it to ya."
"Alright," I laugh and he's already opened the door, giving it a push. "But it better be good."
"Yeah, you'll like it," he tells me and puts the car in reverse.
"Jewelry?" I stick my tongue out at him as I sit on the bed and Tom is taking off his clothes.
"Open it up," he tells me and I shrug, opening the little velvet box and then I laugh. "Cool, huh?"
"Cunt?" I roll my eyes and lift the pendent out careful. Fake diamonds spelling the word 'CUNT' on a thin gold chain.
"I saw that and I thought of you," Tom nodded. "Here...Let me put it on ya."
He's naked now and his big cock is semi-hard, pale like the rest of him and bobbing up and down as he moves. He's putting that necklace around my neck while I hold my hair out of the way. Cunt in diamonds, telling the world what I am and he was right, I do like it. The necklace is way cool and I smile at him.
"Take off your clothes for me," he says and we switch places.
I'm standing up and unzipping my baby blue skirt, folding it as I stand there in my tiny black thong. I take off my top too, a stretchy halter in pink to go with my skirt and I just toss that onto the dresser. I kick off my heels and rub my tits for a minute cause Tom is rubbing his cock and I like it. I like him and he's so white and I'm so brown and I know what he wants to do.
"Take off your panties too," he says softly and I do it without a word, letting him see my little pussy, all dark and tight.
I get on the bed and he pulls me close, putting me on my left side with my back to his chest. I feel his swollen cock against my thighs, against my butt while he pulls my hair out of the way and kisses my neck tenderly. He loves me, he really does, and he's been dreaming about me for a month. I shiver because I do like it, being kissed and held by a man like him. His white skin covers mine, his hand moving up my dark thigh and over my hip. He's stroking my taut belly and then going higher to find my nipples.
I gasp and turn my face, needing his lips on mine while he plays with my nipples. He knows I'm weak for that. Crazy for being pinched and pulled and having my little brown titties slapped around by a big man like him. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I suck it hard, flicking my own against it and tasting the acrid stench of his cigarettes. I moan and squirm when Tom grabs my left breast in his hand, giving it a real squeeze and I need that so bad.
His cock is blunt and wet and pushing against my asshole from behind. That's what he wants. To fuck my ass and I'm telling him no, but he doesn't believe me.
"Not there, okay?" I whisper softly, searching his gray eyes with mine. "It hurts when you do that."
"I know, baby," he nods and his arm is tight around me, his palm against my tit as he rubs it. "But I love you so much. I promise, I'll be gentle, okay?"
"But I don't want to." I kiss him. "Just fuck my cock, please? I want you to cum on my balls. I'll jerk us off together and you can cum all over me. Or my mouth. I can suck it for you good."
"Oh, sweetie," Tom sighs and his other hand is beneath me, his arm cradling my head as I look over my shoulder at him.
"I promise. I'll swallow every drop, you know I love your cum." I bite my lip and Tom shakes his head and I'm begging him, "No...Please...No!"
"Ughh!" Tom grunts and thrusts into me hard and fast, his swollen cock pressing against my too small anus, stretching it with a sharp burning sensation and then tearing through and into my guts.
"Ahhhh!" I scream and then gasp soundlessly, unable to draw a breath as the man's cock drives into my tender hole.
I'm crying then, hot tears flooding my eyes and spilling down my cheeks. He's hurting me and he knows it, but Tom can't help himself. He's been dreaming of this and desperate to have me, he can't stop and his prick thrusts again. It's splitting my asshole apart, my tiny rectum is stretched and the soft walls clasp around his cock and try to keep him out. But it's useless and Tom holds me tightly in his arms, pulling my back against his chest so I can't get away. I'm pushing myself against him, sobbing and shaking my head as he tries to kiss me, but I'm so small and helpless and he's raping my asshole with his fat cock.
"Shhh...Oh baby...Shhhh..." Tom's kissing me and I'm tired and weak.
I can't fight him anymore and my body is slack in his arms. He's kissing my eyes and my face, tasting my salty tears while he works his penis in and out of my body slowly. He's had me all the way and now he can take his time. He wants to make it last and keep his cock inside my butt as long as he can. It's a dull cramp, an ache deep in my belly that burns with a fire all its own. My nipples are still hard and my body shakes and I can't really tell the pleasure from the pain anymore.He's got a hand on my cock and I'm hard for it. My little cocky growing stiff with lust and Tom laughs lightly, breathing in my ear as he jerks me off in time with his thrusts. I love this and he knows it. My asshole wrapped around his fat cock and his fist squeezing my girlish prick. He's rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head, making me moan as precum spills down the shaft. It makes my cock wet and slippery and he's fucking me so good. I'm gonna cum and I'm desperate for it. I want to feel him creaming my ass while I cum all over his gentle fingers.
"Ahhh fuck...I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming...Ah!" Tom pulls me one more time against him, his cock buried deeply in my ass so that his balls are pressed against my sweaty skin. I can feel my asshole stretched tightly around him and the odd sensation of his cock jerking against the bruised flesh that holds him makes me shiver. His cock spasms and I feel the trembling of it, and finally the unmistakable warmth of his semen shooting into my bowels. It's a soothing sensation, warm and greasy, and nowhere specific, but everywhere all at once.
Tom kisses me again and again on my mouth and I let him have me that way. I let him love me and I love him back, kissing the man deeply while his orgasm fills my body in time with mine. His grip his gentle once more and his hands are caressing me, massaging my own hot sperm along the length of my throbbing penis. The pain I felt is gone, as if by magic, and all I can feel is the heat of his spent lust seeping into my guts. His still hard cock is leaking sperm and my ass squeezes around him, I tighten my tummy and milk his balls for every drop. It's good for me, good for both of us, and I'm looking into Tom's eyes and telling him, "I love you."
"I love you too, Snack," he whispers and we don't look away because there's one thing left.
I know the man's trying to relax, trying to breathe and slow his heart and relax the muscles in his belly. Then he smiles and I giggle softly as I feel his hot piss flooding into my tender ass. Tom's had his cum and now he can pee and it's filling my bowels quickly. My muscles are stretched with a hot, wet pressure that feels like nothing else in the world. His urine flows through me, filling every little place and he has so much of it. Tom always does and he kisses me deeply while he pisses into my rectum.
"That's a lot, huh?" I laugh and my hand is on my tummy and the liquid is pushing me there, I can feel it down low and it's not a bad thing at all. I like it and Tom always makes me special that way.
"I really had to go," he admits and then kisses me again. "I'm going to pull out."
"Okay," I sigh and he rolls us over with his cock still inside me, so I'm lying on my tummy with him straddling my back.
Tom pulls his cock free of my asshole and a trickle of cummy piss follows. I don't push, I don't have to. It'll come out all by itself, most of it. It flows out of my stretched anus in a little torrent for a half minute, but most of his piss is still deep down in my bowels. I need a toilet and I need a bath and I need...Oh, I need some dinner, I think. I'm hungry and sore and my ass is full of dirty sperm and a man's hot pee.=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Cross-dressing boyfriends are so cool!
One of my favorite stories (not written by me)
Story title : Dude Looks Like a Lady
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Dude Looks Like a Lady
By Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
***You can't always judge a book by its cover.
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I can't believe I'm writing this. When it first happened I was so ashamed, I know I could never have told anyone. I honestly thought I never would. I guess though as I got older I matured some. I've realized that until I get this out in the open, until I can face what I have done, I'll never get over it.
It's my sister's fault really. I was 26 when my little sister came out of the closet. I had always thought we were close, best friends even. She claims she knew she was gay since she was 15. That means for over a decade my little sister has been lying. To me, to our parents, to the guys I set her up with, to my friends that she fucked.... to everyone. I have to admit it was hard to accept.
Please understand, I'm not homophobic. I mean, I'm not gay, and don't have any gay friends but I don't hate fags. They're just people. Yes they're different from me, but so what. There are Blacks and Jews and ***NESE (Japa/Chi, Vietnam, etc), and ***ICANS (Puerto R, Mex, Latin Amer--shit they're all people and have the right to live. It's not my place to judge. My problem was not that my baby sister was a gay, lesbian, alternate, lifestyle, same sex--whatever. It's that she made a fool of me; she lied to me for half of her life. That hurts, and well, to be honest it makes me pretty fucking angry.
I guess I should explain something here; I sometimes have a little trouble controlling my temper. I'm a large man 6ft 3in, 240 lbs and in pretty good shape. It's not like I go around starting stuff, looking for trouble. But if you bring it to me, rub my nose in it, if you lie to me, hurt me, make a fool out of me, well shit, I figure you just need your ass kicked. If Beth had been anyone but my baby sister, I would have stomped her lying, bitch ass.
But... well I love her, and I forgave her. In fact I tried to get to know her lesbo faggot friends. I gotta tell ya, some of them are pretty fucking hot. They had this air about them, like they were better than regular women. Like they didn't need a man, they were happy without my dick, and didn't even want to give me a chance. I've known some of Beth's "Friends" for years. She had a tight little group that she was always hanging out with. They thought it was cool because they had a Black, a Puerto Rican, a Blonde (Sis) a Brunette (the Jew), and some Chinese exchange student (Sorry but I could barely understand what the fuck she was talking about).
They were all pretty hot, nice firm, fuckable bodies. Like I said I knew them for years, and like any guy would I made passes at all of them. I really thought I had a chance with the little black slut, I mean she was nice to me. Always smiling and touching my arm, laughing at my jokes. Somehow we never hooked up.
The Latina was really hot but I knew she was too damn smart for me, I don't need a woman whose smarter than me. The Jew claimed she had a boyfriend, she told me his name was Mohammed. So it went. I was never really close to them, but I kinda liked them, and would have fucked any one of them if they asked.
But they never did. Duh, can you guess why? Cuz they're all fucking lying, lesbo, dikes, sluts, bitches. They had all been laughing at me, helping my sister shame me. I later found out that at some point most of them had sucked each other's pussies.
When Beth finally told the truth, I was so angry I wanted to hit her. Not because she was gay. She had watched me flirt with her lesbian friends repeatedly. She had seen me get hard when one of those sexy, little dikes walked in the room. I had asked her to fix me up with one of them more than once. She knew! She fucking knew, and never helped me. All of them except Beth were still mostly in the closet. I was just a joke to her, just a straight man. I began to fantasize about paying them back. Oh it was harmless at first. I'd hypnotize them, and make 'em cluck like a chicken. I could tell their parents, workmates, ruin their lives.
I secretly overheard them talking one night. About a tattoo the black girl had just above her clit. I dreamed of telling her lover that I had fucked her and that was how I saw it. That she wasn't gay, she was Bi. That's how it started, just silly, innocent stuff like that. The thing is I knew it would be wrong, that it was just fantasy. On some level I still kind of liked these girls, and hoped to fuck them. I did not realize how much they despised me, until the night of the Christmas party.
"Jaz me for, want you to meet new fiend," Guansheen said in her thick accent as she introduced me to Susan.
I looked down at this perfect, delicate little woman and felt myself go hard. She was so pretty, and soft. She was about 5ft 4inches tall and had these perky little tits that I just knew were made for sucking. Best of all she had this shy, humble smile. She was a lady. We talked for a while, and I danced with her real slow. She rested her head against my chest, as I held her tight. I wanted to taste her sweet little mouth, so I led her outside by the pool and she sat down next to me.
"Susan, can I kiss you, I am really attracted to you."
"Oh, God yes! I thought you'd never ask," she sighed as we leaned in for a gentle kiss.
It was perfect. We made out for about 10 minutes, and I could see she was very turned on, but the cold air was uncomfortable.
"Honey do you want to go inside to the guest room where we can be alone?"
She seemed a little nervous at that and I held my breath.
"Jaz...I like you, and I am cold. It's just that I don't want to give you the wrong impression. Nothing is going to happen tonight. I'm not that kind of girl."
"Shhh baby, I just want to be alone with you, get to know you. I promise we'll stop when you say stop," I said as I leaned in for a slow tongue suck.
Susan did not say a word when I scooped her tight little body up and carried her to the guest room. My sister and her friends saw us and gave me a thumbs up sign.
The party was on the first floor, on the other side of the large house. I closed and locked the door to give us even more privacy.
Now here's the thing. I'm alone with a hot girl, and I wanted to fuck her pussy. She was so soft, so hot. I knew she wanted me to make love to her. I'm a nice guy and all, but I know that sometimes women need to be...pushed a little. Not forced, or raped mind you, just given a nudge. Bottom line, there was no way I was leaving this room without fucking Susan, no way. Mouth, tits, pussy, or ass--I did not care, but my dick was aching.
I laid the little slut on the bed and resumed kissing her. She seemed very nervous.
"Hold still, stop moving. I want to get your shirt off," I said as I pinned her beneath me.
That was too much for her.
"John stop.. I'm sorry, I'm not ready for this. Let me up. John let me up please!"
Fuh-uck that!
"Susan what's the problem? We don't have to do anything else. I just want to see you. God, you've got me so hot, you're so fucking sexy. I need some relief. Tell you what...if you want, you can give me a hand job instead. Just touch me, stroke me. Please baby, I need it."
Susan seemed very unsure of herself. She was too shy to grab my cock...but she did not want me to see her naked, so she agreed.
I rolled her over on the bed and straddled her stomach. It felt good to feel her underneath me. I unzipped and laid my half hard dick on her tits.
"Play with it Susan, play with my cock. Rub it, squeeze it, do anything you want."
Susan stared at me for a long time but then she blushed a little and licked her lips. Slowly she wrapped a dainty hand around my penis and ran it up and down the shaft. She was so warm. Most girls don't give good hand jobs, at least in my experience. They always forget to play with the balls. Most don't spend enough time on the head. Frankly, I do a better job myself. But Susan was amazing, she kept circling my pee hole, lightly tracing it with her finger. Then she'd squeeze the shaft tight and build up friction. When she caressed my balls, I nearly lost it, purrrfect. Someone had trained her well. What a sweet, shy, feminine little slut.
The hornier I got the more I wanted to taste her. I made her stop, and pinned her again. My hard on was pressed into her stomach, and I could feel her tits. I scooched up and began kissing her hard, wet and sloppy. Sucking her mouth passionately, breathing her in. I love her tongue, tiny, pink and playful. It kept darting in and rubbing against mine.
I wanted more, it was time to see her tits.
I ran my hands on the hem of her shirt and began pulling it up.
Susan freaked out, and tried to fight me off with surprising strength.
"NO! Don't do that! Get off of me, STOP! You don't understand, we can't do that. I'm a virgin. I don't know you well enough. Besides, I'm having my period. You have to stop. I like you John, I really do, but I can't have sex with you tonight."
Well shit. No pussy sex. It would have been nice to fuck her wet little virgin cunt but ok, I don't want blood on my dick. Here's the thing, I like pussy sex, really I do... but I'm an ass man. No matter how tight the pussy, the ass is always tighter. Plus you never have to worry about getting her pregnant. The only problem was some girls really had to be pressured into anal sex. Especially the shy, virgin types. It helped if they were a little drunk, or already asleep. The thing is, after the hand job, Susan gave me, I needed to fuck.
"Shhh, calm down, I understand and respect your virginity. You should have told me sooner. No wonder you were nervous before. You don't have to let me fuck your pussy, it's ok. Just suck me off. Let me fuck your mouth honey. Shhh, no don't speak, just open your fucking mouth."
I positioned myself over Susan's body, straddled her head and grabbed her lower jaw roughly, lovingly.
"John, wait... wait a second nowaimmmmmpff, " she said as I forced my 7-incher in her mouth.
I rubbed her throat hard, with both hands and waited while she got used to me. She seemed to be frightened, and kept trying to tell me something but...shit, I was not really interested. I was a little busy getting my knob polished.
"Lick it baby, suck it good. Breathe through your nose, don't choke...that's it, you're getting the hang of it. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop. Suck, lick, breathe. Keep it up baby. "
It wasn't the best blowjob I've ever hand. I could tell she wasn't that experienced. But she was a bright girl and did learn. She stopped gagging and started making these wet, slurpy, sucking sounds. Her hand job mastery came in to play as Susan gave me a combo "JOB" Sucking me and milking my balls in her left hand. Seeing her pretty face, stuffed full of Johncock made me fuck her harder, seeing the tears stream from the corners of her eye, excited me a little. Her dainty whimpers and gurgle and slurps pushed me over the edge.
"Oh shit, that's it, that's it! Right there, fuck me, you slut, I love it, suck me hard. Swallow it, swallow it all!" I bellowed and spewed my cum in her mouth.As soon as I climbed off she started bitching.
"Asshole, you fucking asshole! You just raped me, motherfucker! I told you to stop. NO, means NO!!"
Susan was really mad. So mad she forgot to speak in the falsetto voice she had been using all night. His voice was not deep but it was deep enough. Susan was a man.
We realized her/his mistake at the same time. I felt the rage begin to build in me. I had been making out with a guy in a dress all night. I had let a guy fondle my dick, shit I had just let another man suck my cock! She had lied to me all fucking night.
As I looked at the woman laying next to me, I could not believe it. In every way this looked like a hot, sexy woman. But she wasn't. She was a lying he-slut who liked to tease. I realized then that I had been set up, by my sister and her lesbian friends. Everyone at the party knew I liked to hit on lesbians. They were all laughing at me, shit they saw me go upstairs with this faggot. There were probably a dozen people waiting outside the door to laugh in my face, to see my humiliation. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!
I'd show them. I'd turn the tables on them. You wanna play games, ok let's play.
Susan looked pretty scared, she realized that I was well within my rights to kick her fucking ass. I mean there are things you just don't do. No matter what I had done, her crime was much worse. She tried to get off the bed but I grabbed her.
"Where the fuck do you think you are going slut. Lie to me bitch, tease me? I don't think so. I want to hurt you as bad as you've hurt me. I want to hear you scream you fucking whore. You wanna play dress up, and tempt me. Fine slut. I'll treat you the way you deserve," I said as I smacked her face hard and flipped her on her stomach.
I crawled on top of Susan and ripped her mini skirt up and pulled her yellow panties down. Her smooth legs and tight ass were completely exposed to me and I could not resist spreading them open and giving the slut a few deep licks.
"Wha...What the fuck are you doing. I'm a guy, I'm not gay! I just like to dress up, I'm not gay get off me! I have a girlfriend. Your sister paid me to do this? It was just a practical joke. HELP! HELP!" he screamed in rising panic.
Just a joke, just a joke! Well the joke was on her. No, the joke was IN her.
"You think it's a game? You think it's a fucking game! C'mon! " I bellowed as I spread her tender ass open and rammed my dick inside her hard.
Oh shit was she tight, so fucking warm! I slammed her hard, harder than I had ever fucked a woman's ass before. I wanted to hurt her, to break her, to make her cry.
"Please, god I'm sorry, I'm SORRYEEEE! Stop, help! RAPE! You're RAPING MY ASSS! Oh God, your ripping it open! It hurts pleassee...It hurts so bad. Somebody help me!" she shrieked and begged and wailed in utter despair.Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"John are you in there? What's that noise, is everything alright? John open up now!" several voices screamed at me from the hallway, as they banged on the thick door."
I ignored them as I continued to rape my naughty little slut. I was getting close to blowing a nice thick load in her tight anus.
"Do you like that, UH, do you like it? SLAM. Lie to me slut? WHAP, I fucking own you cunt, THRUST! I SMACK, own WHACK this ASS bitch. Take it, take it, take it ALL!" I screamed as I spanked Susan and came deep down in the bottom of her sweet, juicy ass.
She was sobbing softly now and I felt pretty good. I wiped my dick off in her hair, and then made her lick me clean.
"Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry, I'll be good," she mewled pitifully slowly sucking, licking and gently kissing me hard again.
She looked pathetic. Her hair was a mess, her makeup had tear streaks. She was naked from the waist down, and her top was rumpled and ripped. Her fake tits were lopsided.
As Susan sucked me I felt myself getting rock hard again. I had an idea. I forced the pitiful young girl in front of me to walk to the bedroom door. I made her get on her knees and resume sucking me. She was broken and obedient, eager to please me. When I was about to come I unlocked the door and threw it open. My sister, and her friends were clustered around, banging on it.
"Take my cock, suck it you faggot slut. This is what you get. Look at them! It's not my fault, they paid you. They are the blame! Thanks for a fun date you cheap whore," I said as came all over Susan's face.
My Sister's mouth was hanging open, her friends were stunned as they looked down at their friend Susan (I found out later his name was Ron). I pulled on my pants and kissed my sister's cheek as I left the room. When I passed the Chinese bitch who introduced us, I gave her a wet kiss and said, "Thanks for the joke, it was real funny." before pinching her round, lesbian ass and laughing as I walked away.
EPILOGUE:
Obviously the events of that night changed me. Believe me I felt guilty at first, and scared that I'd go to jail. Once I calmed down from anger and lust I was mortified by my actions. I mean, I had raped a man--and thoroughly enjoyed it at the time. I worried about my sister and our relationship. In time though I started to heal emotionally. A part of that is because I got away with it.
Ron/Susan had never told his girlfriend that he was a transvestite. She didn't know that he liked to dress up and tease other men. He'd kiss them a little, play with them but that was it. He loved her and knew she would leave him if she ever found out his secret. Besides that he did not want his job, parents, and straight friends to know he had been raped while posing as a tranny slut.
As far s the girls, my sister was angry sure. But she also felt guilty at her part in this. None of them had seen anything. All they could say was that they saw Susan willingly sucking my dick. If he would not even admit to it... why bother.
Here's the thing: once you break the rules, once you fuck a slut against her will, and get off Scott-free... um, well what's to stop you from doing it again?
My sister had 5 friends. All hot, all sexy, all lesbian. Three of them were still completely in the closet. I've wanted to seduce one of Beth's sexy friends for a long time. But they would not give me a fair chance.
What's to stop me from taking one of these sluts by force, and raping some respect into her. After all, what could she do? She would not want anyone to know she was a lez-slut. I'd have to get them alone, be careful but it cold be done. If I played it right, I could get them all.
Heh, it took me a few years but I did it. There were a few... complications. But hey that's another story.
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Author's Note:
Ok I think that makes story #31. Sheesh, tranny gay rape stories, who would've thunk it? It's fun to write a few from the other side of the aisle, every so often. Besides, in my opinion Tranny stories offer a little something for everyone.
Ok, it seems silly to have to say it but... I guess I'd better. This story is not true, yadda, yadda, it's make-believe, snore. I have an imagination, and I used it. Jesus loves you, recycle your cans, give peace a chance, be cool stay in school, just say no, No means NO! You could learn a lot from a dummy, a mind is a terrible thing to waste, give a hoot don't pollute, reading is fundamental, the more you know the more you grow, here's one to grow on!
Oh yeah, here is my personal favorite: It's just a fucking story fer crying out loud!
There, now I can rest easy...
Drop me a line at Jaz1701@webtv.net
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Why didn't we have a roommate like that in college? Life is so unfair sometimes! I roomed with a girl for almost two years and she definitely didn't have a penis, just a lot of bad attitude. Well, that could have been me too. I wasn't exactly the sweetest cupcake in the oven back then, believe me. (I was a little crazy!) Anyway, enough talk about us...
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Since I have both time and space right here, right now...
Here's a teaser from my upcoming novella "Pissy the Sissy" which is only the working title and subject to change, like everything else in my life. It's the story of a young man who is transformed by his wife and friends into a cuckold sissy. Hardly original, I admit, but still a lot of fun...Especially for Sammy!
Pissy the Sissy
by T.S. Severe
"Ughmmm..." I woke up wincing.
"Shhh...Don't worry baby, this is gonna be nice," Darrel said softly.
We were on our sides with his lightly furred chest against my back, my left leg was bent and lifted high with the crook of my knee caught over his arm. Darrel had me spread and vulnerable, with his thick cock pressing against my already sore anus. The man was stretching my hole, slowly but surely, and making me gasp as I blinked in the early morning light. I had thoughts of getting away, or trying to, but the man was so much bigger than me. He'd already had me twice anyway and perhaps that was the real reason I wasn't resisting. Darrel had broken me in well.
"Again?" I whined in a plaintive voice. "But it's morning..."
"Your wife said all night," he chuckled and then pushed deeper into my asshole with a hard grunt. "Ugh! Fuck...And we ain't out of bed yet."
"Owww...Slow!" I shut my eyes tightly against the discomfort.
"Slow?" Darrel kissed my neck with a soft chuckle. "You know you love it."
His left hand had been playing with my chest, rubbing my flat tits and burning nipples, but now he moved lower and I gasped with humiliation when Darrel found my hard cock. I was excited by this, as much as I tried to deny it and pretend that I didn't, my body was giving away my secrets and Darrel's big fist wrapped itself around my small hard cock, jerking me off in time with his thrusts. Squeezing and tugging at my sensitive member so that my precum spilled down the shaft and gave him some lubrication to make it even better. I couldn't help the jerking of my hips as I hunched myself instinctively against the pleasure and of course that only served to move my ass against the thick manhood that impaled me.
"It...Oh! Hurts!" I groaned, attempting to maintain some small shred of dignity against all reason.
"Don't be more of a pussy than you already are, slut!" Darrel, thrust again, spearing me with half of his manly pole. "Fuck, you're still tight!"
He let go of my cock, perhaps sensing that I was getting close to cumming and wanting to be cruel. He brought his wet hand back to my chest, playing once more with my sensitive nipples and there was a fire inside me. I moaned and continued to work my ass against Darrel's cock. My mind rebelled against what we were doing, but my body was accepting the man eagerly and I had no control over myself. It wasn't fair and I was nearly in tears, wishing he would stop and desperate that he wouldn't.
"Uh Darrel, please..." I was trying to beg, but all I could do was take it, the man working his prick in and out of my rectum faster now as I stretched to accommodate him.
I could feel Darrel's old sperm from just a few hours before, greasy in the depths of my bowels and being churned by the cock fucking me relentlessly. His strong hand dug into my hip, urging me to move my ass and fuck him back the way he liked it. His other hand was in my longish blonde hair, tugging at my scalp so that I had to tilt my head, turning my face until he could kiss me. That was the most humiliating thing of all perhaps, the way I accepted another man's tongue inside my mouth.
"Horny little fuck!" Darrel breathed, pulling his lips away while I swallowed our saliva. "Yeah, work that ass, baby! Fuck me! Fuck my cock!"
I was doing it too, telling myself that I only wanted the man to orgasm quickly and leave me finally. I'd been forced into this, tricked by my wife it seemed. I'd had my friends over from work for a little poker game and between the drinks and the cards and my lovely young wife flirting with my friends, I'd made a bet our checking account couldn't cover. Someone had suggested putting my wife into the pot, jokingly of course, but there'd been real interest there and some heated words on my part. Linda's too and she'd suggested putting my ass into the pot if I was so sure I had a winning hand.
That had been a joke too, I was sure, until I'd lost and Darrel informed us that he was determined to collect.
I'd thought about putting up a fight, but being all of five foot four and a hundred twenty pounds, my wife alone could have given me a run for my money. As it was, Linda had four large and very strong men to help her get me into the spare bedroom. She'd even watched as Darrel took me on my belly like the little bitch I'd become, forcing his cock into my virgin ass and raping me for a painful twenty minutes before he ejaculated deep in my bowels.
After that shameful experience I was much more compliant with his perverse desires.
"Well, well...Still at it, I see?" my wife's voice pulled my big blue eyes to the bedroom doorway and I stared at her.
"Linda..." I gasped.
Darrel was taking advantage of our new audience and slamming his cock inside me as far as he could. I could feel his hairy plum sized balls against my skin, prickly and warm as the man began to grind his pelvis against my ass. I saw my wife's eyes go to my hard little cock, pink and wet and moving wildly as we fucked. It slapped my tummy with soft wet sounds that only added to my embarrassment and it was clear that Linda was amused, even pleased by what she was seeing.
"The little faggot likes it, huh?" my beautiful wife was smiling at Darrel. "I thought he would."
"He's a sweetie," Darrel chuckled, holding my back against his muscular chest. "Can't get enough of my cock," he said into my ear. "Can you, baby?"
"I see that," Linda brushed some long black hair out of her eyes and then giggled as Darrel forced me to kiss him again.
I was almost gagging on the man's tongue as it filled my mouth and I moaned weakly, shivering with humiliation. My own wife was watching us, watching me being fucked and now kissed by this man. How could she just stand there, I wondered? Why hadn't she helped me the night before, instead of laughing the way she had, telling my friends what a great idea it was to turn me into a sissy fag. I thought she loved me.
"Are we going to get that shower, Linda?" Rick, one of my so-called friends from work appeared over my wife's shoulder, nuzzling her neck as his arm slipped around her waist. "Hey, Darrel. Having fun, man?"
My wife was only wearing a man's shirt, and not one of mine, loosely buttoned and I stared as Rick slipped his hand lower, between Linda's thighs and he was obviously fingering her while they watched Darrel fuck me. I noticed the wetness staining the insides of her long legs, glisten strands of what must have been male sperm. It was whitish grey and thick and there must have been a lot of it and I burned with the obvious and immediate realization that my gorgeous wife had been unfaithful to me.
"Fucking great," Darrel agreed. "This slut fucks like a Bangkok whore!"
"Heh! So does this one," Rick laughed, meaning Linda of course and she gave him a giggling pout over her shoulder. "Come on, before the other guys wake up. I gotta do you again."
"Wait," Linda shook her head and she was looking at me again. "I want to see a little more. Rub my clit...mmmm...Like that...Make me cum first."
While I was trying to understand that my wife had been fucking not only Rick, but from the sounds of it, both of the other guys as well, Darrel decided to give our audience a real show. Or maybe he was just tired of all the foreplay and wanted to get off finally. I hoped so. Watching my wife and her new lover watch me was a torture of the worst sort, but still my cock refused to go soft. My heart wouldn't stop pounding and my lungs labored for every breath of cool air I could get. I was electric and ready to beg for my own release, to do anything if it would unburden the urgent ache in my belly.
"On your back, slut!" Darrel said, "I wanna do you right."
"Oh, that's sexy!" Linda breathed and she shook her head at me as Darrel pulled my legs over his shoulders, fucking me face to face like I was a real girl.
"Hmmm?" Rick wondered, working my wife's hard body with both hands while he kissed her neck and bare shoulders where the shirt had fallen off them. He was fucking her now, bending my beautiful young wife over and taking her from behind while they watched Darrel do me hard like the sissy I was. I could see the pleasure on my wife's face, Rick's as well, and he was slamming his cock into Linda's fertile womb like he owned it.
My ass was off the mattress, my knees nearly touching my shoulders as the big man pinned me helplessly to the bed. He was pumping me hard with a straight shot into the burning confines of my asshole. I moaned loudly and then gave a sharp yelp of pleasure and pain when Darrel's swollen cockhead found my prostate. He was caressing me there, or so it seemed, rubbing that sensitive spot and making me like it. His big sperm filled balls slapped my ass mercilessly and the sounds of our fucking filled the bedroom.
When Darrel came after a good four or five minutes of that, he was kissing me deeply once more. I sucked his tongue like a whore, my eyes closed and my hands clutching the man's thighs as he held his spurting cock deep. Hot semen flooded me with what had become a familiar, soothing sensation. I was being used by a man, filled with sperm and contrary to every expectation I might have had, I wasn't fighting it at all. I was too busy cumming with him, my cock jerking between our bodies as my sperm was spread thin. Darrel's hard stomach was rubbing mine as he kept his stiff cock lodged inside me and the pressure on my own much smaller penis was everything I'd needed.
"Don't move..." Darrel breathed, "...Now I can finally piss."
"Wha..." I blinked up at him and the man still had his prick inside me, not completely hard any longer, but not soft either and then I felt it.
"Ahhhh..." Darrel smiled and I jerked beneath him and I was desperate to get away, but that was impossible.
"No! Stop...God!" I shuddered at the unexpected sensation of my bowels being inundated suddenly with hot piss. He was urinating inside my ass!
"Shhh...Shut up, bitch!" Darrel's brown eyes were full of humor as he let his bladder go completely. "You love it anyway. You came like a little girl."
"N-Nooo..." I gave a short gasp, but I couldn't deny the truth. My orgasm covered both of our bodies, we both knew it and I burned with embarrassment.
I could feel dirty pee and who knows what else leaking out of my sphincter as it stretched around him. There was a rapidly growing wet spot beneath my back and Darrel pissed for several minutes before he was satisfied and pulled his quickly deflating cock out of my drenched asshole. A wash of fluid followed immediately, the unmistakable smell of urine rising from between my still spread thighs. I shivered and lay there with my blue eyes growing wet. I was flushed with humiliation, my degradation acute and utterly complete. Almost.
"Come on. You know what to do," Darrel said and he was waiting for me, kneeling expectantly on the bed and my surrender was total. "Yeah, clean my cock nice, baby. Fuck you're sweet."
I was on my hands and knees, on the nasty puddle the bed had become, licking the length of Darrel's ruddy cock slowly. I kissed it all over, even took it into my mouth and suckled it gently. I tasted a violent, acrid mix of flavors and I tried to forget where it had been, what Darrel had been doing with it. I washed his cock with my mouth for five minutes until it began to show signs of getting hard for what would have been the fifth time that long night and early morning, but thankfully Darrel didn't seem to have quite that much stamina.
"My balls too, baby," he said and I did it. I dropped my mouth low, turning my head so I could take his heavy ball sack between my lips. I washed both of his testicles carefully, worshipping the plum-sized orbs with my tongue until the man was satisfied.
"That was a lot of fun, Sammy," Darrel said, kissing me one last time on the top of my head. "We'll have to do that again, baby. I'll see ya at work."
He was picking up his clothes and leaving me to lay there, red faced and crying, smelling of piss and sex, stained with it now. My wife and Rick had left already, before we'd finished our fuck and I had no idea how I was supposed to face her again. I didn't want to move from that place. I realized I was holding my cock in my fist. It had grown hard again while I'd mouthed Darrel's dirty cock and balls and I was jerking off as I lay there in Darrel's cooling piss. In the cum that continued to spill out of my bruised and well-fucked ass. I stroked my cock slowly, already on the verge of another orgasm, remembering all too well how it had felt being fucked by a man. How Darrel's cock had tasted and how my wife had laughed.
"None of that!" My wife slapped my hand away and I'd almost forgotten about her. "Leave that thing alone, slut! You've got work to do"
I swallowed hard as my wife moved to straddle my face, bringing her well-fucked cunt to my mouth. She'd spent the night with my friends and co-workers, all except Darrel of course, and her spermy womb was ripe with male musk. She liked to call this breakfast in bed and I knew Linda wouldn't be satisfied until I'd cleaned her completely and swallowed every drop.
Neither would I.To be continued...
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