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Subject: Man to Woman, a true story
From: MB <MB@who.net>
Date: Sun, 11 May 1997 20:10:11 -0700
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Man to Woman, a true story
(Written anonymously in 1993, and passed on to those with an interest in
gender roles and sexual preconceptions in today's society)
It was a typical Friday night at our apartment, with twenty or so of our
"closest" friends. I was bent over the coffee table in the living room, a
man fucking me from behind, and another cock pumping in my mouth. The guy
butt-fucking me finished first. He zipped up and walked away, slapping me
hard on the ass before he left. The blow job took a little longer, but
finally he came too. I swallowed his load, then licked his cock and balls
clean. After he left, I got up off the table, tugged my skin-tight rubber
dress back down over my ass, flopped down on the couch and lit a
cigarette. My girlfriend Sarah had been sitting right there watching the
whole thing and fingering herself. She slid over next to me and put her
head on my shoulder.
"Jesus Christ, that was perfect! I think I came fifty times
watching that...how's your equipment? It looked like you were being
crushed under there."
The equipment she was referring to was my cock and balls. They
were pushed up into my body and trussed up in an intricate system of
piercings held in place by two tiny hooks, barely visible unless you knew
they were there.
"My equipment is fine," I said, dragging hard on the cigarette,
"but you put me through at least eight guys tonight. I'm all fucked out. I
feel like I have jism coming out of my ears."
This was exactly what she wanted to hear, as she nuzzled closer
and rubbed her swollen pussy more enthusiastically.
"Umm, Missy," she said, "tell me how each one felt..."
Six months before that night I'd never worn a stitch of women's
clothing, I didn't smoke, and the last naked guy I'd seen was in high
school gym class. But then six months ago I didn't know Sarah.
This is the story of how I went from being a common guy to being a
most uncommon woman, and the girl who made it happen.
She walked up to me in the crowded club and looked me up and down.
"I just love your jacket. You ever fuck wearing leather?"
Those were Sarah's first words to me, and that night we did fuck
wearing leather. She in a tight leather dress that zipped in the back
(from bottom to top for ease of access), and me in my zipped up jacket
and a pair of leather chaps she provided. It was one of the most intense
and amazing experiences of my life, and Sarah knew it. Looking back now, I
can see she had me hooked from that very first night. And I never really
struggled to get off the line.
The next morning we were sitting at the kitchen table talking and
drinking coffee, and her roommate came out and joined us.
"Sounded like fun when I came home last night," she said, "I could
hear the heavy breathing and creak of leather all the way down the hall."
At that moment it dawned on me that every door in the apartment
had been removed. From my chair in the kitchen I could see into the
bathroom and Sarah's bedroom.
"You should have jumped in girl!" Sarah said, and my cock tingled
at the thought. Sarah was beautiful, undoubtedly the most beautuful girl
I'd ever been with, and her roomate was almost equally stunning.
"Well it was tempting, but I was so fucking tired I could barely
make it to my own bed."
"Brian," Sarah said, "this is my roommate, Janine."
"Roommate, soulmate and playmate." Janine smiled, lighting a
cigarette.
"When she's not too tired!" Sarah laughed. "Umm, gimme some of
that." she said, reaching for the cigarette.
I couldn't tell if they were serious or not, but Sarah was wild.
She'd proved that.
"Well, believe it or not," Janine said, getting up from the table,
"I've got to go work the first shift today."
"What? That prick can't work you two shifts in a row!" Sarah
seemed very angry.
"Ah, it's just this once. Princess Greer is sick in bed..."
"So i've heard..."
"Oh quit! Anyway, I told him I would, so..." Janine was standing
behind me and she put her hands on my shoulders and leaned down and
whispered in my ear, "Will you be joining us tonight Brian?"
Her sudden closeness and soft voice surprised me, and I felt
myself becoming more aroused. These two were definately not shy, and
obviously not jealous of each other. Sarah was looking at me and smiling.
"Well I think I could be..." I stammered.
"He'll be around." Sarah said, handing the cigarette back to
Janine, "I'll tie him to the chair."
"Perfect!" Janine laughed, "Just the way I like 'em!" and she
disappeared into her room.
"Hey," Sarah winked, "I think my girlfriend has a crush on you."
I was getting dizzy. I'd never been around women who acted like
these two. And as I would find out that night, they had a lot of
like-minded friends.
Every Friday night Sarah and Janine's friends came over for a
party. They were a very interesting group of people. About ten women and
five guys, all wearing some sort of leather or rubber, some in various
restraints: chains, straps, rope, and almost all of them pierced and
tattooed in places you wouldn't think could be pierced or tattooed. They
all seemed to know each other intimately.
As each little group would arrive, Sarah would say, "This is my
friend Brian, he wants to play with us." And the people would smile or
wink at Sarah and greet me warmly. It didn't take long to see what Sarah
meant by "play".
Within half an hour everyone had arrived. Music was playing,
drinks were flowing, and people were touching, kissing, biting, and
generally groping each other all over the place. Sarah pulled me into the
kitchen and said, "What do you think Brian?", she was lightly stroking my
arm and looking deep into my eyes, "Are you into this?"
The scene was wild, like nothing I'd ever seen, and Sarah's deep
green eyes looking into mine drew me right into it. I would have walked
off the end of the world had she asked me to that night. "Yeah," I said,
"I'm into it."
She went to the cupboard and pulled out a small dish and took two
white tablets out of it. One she popped right into her mouth and
swallowed, then she fixed those twinkling eyes on me again and said, "Take
this." I didn't hesitate, I didn't ask, I didn't run out of the apartment
screaming. I swallowed the pill.
We went back out into the living room and the lights were lowered,
and most of the people were coupled (or tripled) off, calmly working their
ways toward all kinds of fun. Sarah sat me down on a recliner, and a hand
came up from the floor just beside it and rested on my arm. It was Janine.
She smiled up at me as Sarah worked her way down onto the recliner. Janine
was on her knees at my side, running her fingers up and down my arm while
Sarah gently kissed my neck. I was very turned on, yet strangely calm.
Janine's fingers kept working their way back and forth and a warm kind of
tingling started to develop where she touched me. Sarah's kisses were also
bringing on the same sensation. I don't know if it was the drug, or I was
just going to heaven, I suspected both were true.
"Umm..." I said, "I feel so good." and gradually the sounds of the
other people around us kissing and licking and sighing, seemed to settle
down over me like a warm blanket. I felt incredibly close to all these
strangers. I was grinning like a lunatic, and I sighed, "I love you...I
love all of you."
Janine kissed the other side of my neck and whispered in my ear,
"It's Ecstacy. I told her you might like it." and the girls giggled and
went to work on me.
Hours went by, or it could have been days, and everyone there had
made their way down to the floor where we were all kissing, carressing and
fucking. The tastes and smells of leather, saliva, pussy, sweat, and other
things I couldn't name floated around me and through me. Whatever stopped
in front of me I kissed or licked. It didn't seem to matter what it was. I
felt someones balls in my hand, but instead of freaking out, or getting
turned off, I just held them and stroked and gently squeezed them while
someone else worked on the cock. I was touching everything, and everything
was touching me. I felt a finger sliding toward my asshole, then I heard
Sarah's voice whispereing, "no...no" and gently redirecting the hand. I
must have looked disappointed, because Sarah leaned over me and said, "Not
yet...later", and kissed me with a swirling, passionate, melting,
mouth-fuck.
The next morning, Sarah, Janine and I were sitting in the kitchen,
and Janine said, "So girlfriend, is that the first time you ever kissed a
man?"
I was looking at my cup of coffe, assuming she was joking with
Sarah. But when I looked up, Sarah was looking at me and smiling. I looked
at Janine and realized she was talking to me. I laughed and said it was
the first time I'd done a lot of things. I felt different that morning. I
felt like I'd discovered the secret to world peace or something. The
experience of having sex with 17 or 18 other people, then laying on the
floor with them, bodies intertwined so you couldn't tell who was who, and
the calm sense of well being and love the Exstacy had given me, well, the
whole thing had shaken and altered my view of the world considerably. I
felt more open and accepting then I ever had before.
"Well," Janine said, "you took to the group like a fish to water.
I guess you had a good time, hmm?"
"I cannot tell a lie," I said, "I loved every minute of it."
Sarah was still smiling at me and she said, "I'm so glad you liked
it hon." she put her hand in mine on the table. "Can you come over
tonight? I have a proposition for you."
"A proposition? Well I guess I'll have to come and see what it is,
won't I?"
"Good." she said, leaning across the table to kiss me, "I'll see
you later then, okay?"
I got my things together and went home to clean up. I didn't know
it then, but it would be the last time I would set foot in my apartment.
I knocked on the door and heard Sarah say, "Come on in!" I walked
in and she came from her bedroom wearing a shiney black rubber dress that
looked like it was painted on. It had a high neck, almost like a
turtleneck, and long sleeves that came to the middle of her hands. It
stopped about halfway between her knees and the floor, so she could only
take short steps. Very, very high heels were on her feet. It was stunning,
sexy and of course, turned me on instantly.
"Hey hon!" she said, kissing me, "I was just trying on a few
little things."
"It's amazing."
"Do you like it? I just love really tight, restrictive clothes."
"Well it doesn't get much tighter than that, does it."
"Feel it. Go on, run your hands over it. Rubber is man's greatest
invention."
"I would have to agree." I said, feeling the warm, smooth material
pressed so firmly against her flawless body. If she was trying to drive me
crazy, she was doing a good job.
"Come on in here and help me get this off."
She didn't have to ask twice. I followed her into her bedroom
where clothes were covering the bed, the chair, and parts of the floor.
"Kind of a mess, huh?" she laughed. "I'm tring to choose some
things to wear for a shoot."
"A shoot?"
"Yeah, well, I guess I never told you, but I'm a model. Or I was a
model. I worked for a few years in catalogs and commercials, then I kind
of drifted out of it. Lately though, I've been working for a friend, doing
some different kind of catalogs."
Different was putting it mildly. The clothes scattered about the
room were all rubber or leather, and most, like the dress she was wearing,
were hardly what you'd call functional.
"Kind of sexy though, don't you think?" she said, holding up a
leather dress with straps and buckles across the back.
"Yeah, sexy would be a good description."
"Here," she said, "pull up on this so I can try to wiggle out."
She stood facing me, arms up in the air, and I bent down to grab
the bottom of the dress. The rubber was very thick, and it stuck to her
body making it very difficult to remove. Her skin was moist where the
dress had covered her, and as we slowly pulled it off, I breathed in her
musky scent. Inch by inch her clear white skin was revealed. Her body was
perfect, everything was proportioned and placed as if by design. The dress
finally made it's way over her head, and she stood naked before me. I
wondered what I had done right to be so close to such an astounding woman.
She carelessly tossed to dress on the floor and began unbuttoning my
shirt.
"I'm glad you're here baby. I missed you today." she said. In a
matter of seconds I was also naked, and she put her arms around my neck
and gave me one of her kisses. The girl knew how to kiss. They were like
sex itself, passionate and wet. "I'll be right back." she said, leaving me
standing in the room with a serious hard on. I paced around waiting for
her to return, then picked a dress up off the bed. Black leather
(everything was black), it laced up the back. It was thick leather, heavy
duty, rugged and feminine at the same time.
"Open up." she said, coming back into the room, as she slipped one
of her magic pills into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed it, knowing what was
in store.
"You like that one?" she said, looking at the dress in my hands.
"Yeah, it's wild."
"Well, put it on."
"Put it on?"
"Sure! Here..." she took the dress and pulled the laces apart, and
before I could argue, she slipped it over my head and turned me around to
tighten up the laces.
I was facing the mirror and while I thought I looked kind of
ridiculous, it was strangely exciting. Sarah was lacing the dress very
tightly, and I must admit, the sensation was wonderful. the sleeves were
long and very tight on my arms, and as she finished tying the laces, the
pressure that it put on my body was getting me very excited. The dress was
long, almost to the floor, and I felt like I was in a leather cocoon.
She turned me back toward her, and looked me over, smiling. "You
like it?"
"It's a very interesting sensation."
Sarah ran her hands across my leather encased ass and legs. "Well,
you're a perfect size eight." she said laughing. "And I must say," she
pulled me close, "you're turning me on."
The Exstacy was taking hold of me and I felt myself slipping into
a brand new place. She kissed me and rubbed herself against me and I was
afraid I might explode.
"You make a pretty girl." she whispered, pulling me hard against
her body. "You wanna be my girl, baby? You wanna be Sarah's girl?"
"Yes..." I whispered, "I want to be your girl." the way I felt at
that moment, it seemed like a perfectly natural thing to say. I didn't
know what it meant, and I didn't care. Sarah was leading me and I would
follow her wherever she wanted to go.
She eased me onto the bed and laid down on top of me, rubbing her
pussy against my swollen cock through the leather. She was kissing me and
saying over and over, "Are you Sarah's girl?" and I was answering,
"Yes...yes...yes". She was completely wet and rubbing hard against me. I
could feel that I was about to come, and as if sensing it, she began to
arch her back and moan.
"I'm coming baby," she gasped, "are you coming? Are you coming?"
"Yes, I'm coming! God, I am..." there was no holding it back.
Sarah was ramming into me now and panting, "Come bitch! Come
bitch!"
"Sarah!" I cried, "Oh god, Sarah!" and I came like I never came
before. The orgasm seemed to start at the tip of my toes and run up
through my entire body. I could feel the heat of Sarah's dripping pussy
mingling with my own wetness through the dress. She gradually slowed down
her pumping and finally stopped, collapsing on top of me. We laid there
for a while, rubbing each other and getting our breath back. Then she
began licking my neck, and worked her way up to my ear, slipping her
tounge in and out and sighing, "My baby...my baby..."
I was hot as hell inside that thick leather, and Sarah wiped my
brow while she talked.
"Yes, my baby...my baby...let's stay just like this. Let's just
stay here."
I wasn't going anywhere.
She continued to kiss me, and I continued to run my hands along
her perfect curves. She pushed her hair back and said, "Do you remember
when I told you this morning that I had a proposition for you?"
It hadn't really been on my mind, but I did remember.
"Yeah, yeah I do."
"Well, the thing is, I want you to move in here and live with me.
I want you with me every day."
Well. That's the last thing I expected to hear. "Sarah, you don't
even know me! I could be a maniac or something."
She laughed and propped herself up on one arm, looking at me lying
there in the dress and said, "Well I can see you're a maniac! Welcome to
the club."
We laughed and she said, "I know you honey. I know you better than
you know yourself. I want you here with me. Are you gonna turn me down?"
I heard myself saying, "No."
part two on the way...