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My First Five Years with TG Lovers
Copyright 2005 by talltslover@yahoo.com
This copyrighted work may be freely distributed, with the requirement
that it be distributed as an entire work, including this statement,
the warning, the preface, all chapters and the Epilogue, un-changed.
WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING
This story includes graphic depictions of sexual acts performed by
consenting adults. Depictions include male, female, male-to-female
transgender, and hermaphrodite/Intersexed persons having sex with each
other. If you are under the age of 21, or whatever the age of majority
is in your location, you should stop reading immediately.
Chapters:
1. Angela, Punk Rocker (no graphic sex)
2. Meeting Alison (no graphic sex)
3. The First Date with Alison (no graphic sex)
4. The Movie Date (oral)
5. Alison's Phone Call After Work (erotic conversation)
6. Angela's Warning Phone Call (no graphic sex)
7. The Long Weekend-Friday (TG/M anal, oral)
8. Saturday with Alison (M/TG, anal, oral, fetishwear)
9. Sunday with Alison (M/TG, fetishwear, oral, touching)
10. New Years Day with Tanya (M/TG, anal)
11. Shopping Day (no graphic sex)
12. Dinner with Tanya (no graphic sex)
13. Friday in May (M/TG, anal)
14. Saturday in May (M/TG, oral)
15. Sunday in May (TG/M, M/TG, oral, fetishwear, voyeurism)
16. Dinner at Suzy's (erotic dialog)
17. The Bet (M/TG, milking, oral)
18. Breaking in the New Bed (TG/M, anal, oral)
19. Moving In Day (no graphic sex)
20. Suzy's New Years Bash, Second Year (fetishwear)
21. New Years Day with Tanya, Second Year (M/TG, TG/M, oral, anal,
voyeurism)
22. Saving Tanya (no graphic sex)
23. Tragedy (no graphic sex)
24. Alison in the ICU (no graphic sex)
25. Moving in with Tanya (no graphic sex)
26. Jenny (M/TG, oral, anal)
27. Ji (TG/M, oral, anal, domination)
28. Becca (Herm/M, oral)
29. Maria (M/TG, M/F/TG, 3some, oral, anal)
30. Becca Again (Herm/M, oral)
31. Tanya Returns (M/TG, TG/M, oral, anal)
32. Tanya Cheats (TG/TG, TG/M, toys)
33. Becca Returns (Herm/M, oral)
34. Becca's Milking (Herm/M, oral, milking)
35. Becca Comes Again (Herm/M, milking, oral)
36. Becca Becomes Bold (M/Herm, oral, domination)
37. Becca Grows Bolder (M/Herm, oral, anal, toys)
38. Tanya gets Even (TG/M, TG/Herm, TG/M/Herm, 3some, oral, anal,
domination, toys)
39. Aftermath (no graphic sex)
40. Epilogue and Writer's Comments (no graphic sex, where to write
comments)
Preface
This story takes place in the late 1970's and early 1980's. It is a
true story, as best as I recall. While I don't remember every exact
word we ever said, the dialog is representative of what was said.
I wrote this after reading hundreds of stories in alt.sex.stories.tg
over the course of years and realizing that 99% of those stories were
written from the TG MtF point of view. The remaining 1% were obviously
written by people who had never actually been with a MtF transgender,
other than perhaps an "escort", as they showed little or no
understanding in the complexity of maintaining a successful long term
sexual relationship with a MtF transgender, or any kind of
relationship at all. I believe those are what are known as
"wham-bam-thank-you-mam" stories. While those stories have their
place, they lower MtF transgenders to the level of little more than
animals wanting to have sex with anything on two legs, and in some
cases, four. This story is COMPLETELY different. It's mostly
autobiographical, written from my (a male who loves MtF transgenders)
point of view. The character's names have been changed, but they're
real people, with real feelings, and very real needs. The activities
described are real activities. I lived with these women, and loved
these women, and you'll read how each relationship began and ended.
I've concentrated mainly on sexual activities, leaving out things like
the endless shopping for clothes, confusion at the airports and other
places where the official in charge was confused looking at a woman
with a man's driver's license or passport, and day to day life with a
MtF transgender. I also left out wonderful vacations, joyous days just
sitting around the house, and the stress of holidays. I have, however,
included a number of non-sex chapters, mainly to keep the storyline
flowing and comprehensible. I urge you to NOT skip these. I've kept
them short enough that they aren't tedious, and you'll be lost if you
skip them. Have a happy read.
1. Angela, Punk Rocker
When I was a senior in High School, a girl named Angela transferred in
from a school in New Jersey. She was *very* different from anyone at
our suburban Philadelphia school. First, she dressed in bright wild
colors. Second, her brown hair had streaks of red and green in it, and
it always looked like it needed to be combed. Third, she was 6 feet
tall and did not play basketball. She was also shy. She spoke to no
one unless they spoke to her. After a few days of nearly running into
her trying to get into a class we shared, I introduced myself. One
thing led to another, and I found her sitting across from me at lunch
the next day. She imparted a tale of humiliation and woe tossed on her
by the cheerleaders and "in crowd" that morning that just wrenched
your heart. We ate lunch for some number of weeks, with my friends
(all male) eventually realizing that she actually was pretty cool and
that we were amateurs when it came to punk rock, which was then the
emerging alternative music. This girl knew all the bands, all the
lyrics, and lived it, while we just listened to it. Now in the
conservative capital of Pennsylvania, she stopped dying her hair. So,
while it still looked crazy, it wasn't wildly colored. Eventually, she
must have realized that I was intimidated by her and she asked ME out
to a concert. I had no punk clothing, and expected to look completely
out of place with her, but she "toned down the look" and we had a
great time. We became an "item". The tallest guy in school who didn't
play basketball and the tallest girl in school who didn't play
basketball. We called ourselves "the geek and the freak". LOL. She was
quite aggressive as a girlfriend, and had me in her bed on our second
date. She was all woman: 38d-26-36, completely hidden under the baggy
clothes she normally wore. Had she been more "normal", she could
easily have been homecoming queen. Two horny teenagers who were
willing to try anything, we took our cue from every page of the Kama
Sutra, Penthouse Forum, and an interesting publication she showed me
that featured leather and latex. We graduated High School, and, like
most college-bound kids, decided to break it off a month before
leaving for our respective schools. I was staying local, going to an
engineering school, she was on her way to California to art school. It
was painful for both of us, but we said our good-byes and parted
friends.
2. Meeting Alison
I went to college, and kept my head in the books. Christmas rolled
around, and winter break began in early December. I got a holiday job
at a local Department store in the Men's department to pay for
Christmas gifts. Apparently, the hiring manager was impressed that I
owned a real suit that fit me and figured Men's was the place for a
polite well dressed guy like me. One night (and they always give you
the crap time slots when you're only working seasonally, so this was
like 10pm), I was straightening out the dress shirts (which were
constantly falling out of their size bins) and someone taps me on the
shoulder. I look up and see it's someone familiar, but, not being good
with names, I manage only "Oh, Hi." as I stand up. She was tall, at
least 6 feet, and frowning.
"You don't remember me, I'm Alison, Angela's older sister?"
"Oh, I thought you were familiar, I just couldn't place you there for
a moment." In the back of my mind, I'm thinking
"Is-Angela-back-for-Christmas?"
But, before the thought could come out, Alison dives right in:
"I'm doing a little shopping for my Dad. Could you help me out with
some pants? He's about your size."
I remember her Dad. He is my height, but he's built like a linebacker.
I show her some pants that were on sale, and she chit-chats. Angela
isn't doing well in California and stayed to do work on projects that
were supposed to be done before the end of the semester. She has a new
boyfriend that looks like Jonny Rotten of the Sex Pistols, who treats
her like crap. Her mother is distraught about her latest choice in
men. Alison tosses in "not a nice guy like you..." several times. She
decides against the pants, but hands me her phone number "in case you
want to go out some time".
Damn. I must have made an impression on the family...
Fast forward two weeks. I show up for work, and it's the last few days
before Christmas. The store is MOBBED. One of my co-workers comes up
and says a tall brunette was here looking for me, and left her phone
number. I look at the paper. I never called Alison back-no time to
hook up due to the crazy schedule at work. She obviously is seriously
interested. She came back to the store and left her number. Still, if
she was REALLY interested, I'm sure that Angela could have given her
my number. A curious puzzle, this girl...
I call that night, and leave a message on her machine that I'll call
her after Christmas when my seasonal job is over and that maybe we
could do New Years together. The next day I'm back at the store, and
Alison walks up to the register with something she wants to buy. I
think, "boy, she's either smitten or a nut..."
Her purchase: a sheer red teddy from the misses department. She holds
it up and says "A present for me."
It was a good thing I was behind the counter, or she would have seen
the tentpole in my pants... It was too busy to talk, and I promise to
call her that night. I'm convinced she's a nut.
That night I got on the phone with her, and we talked for hours. She
was very easy to talk to, very intelligent, and had a wide range of
interests. This being December 23rd, we decided to meet up for dinner
on my first day off following Christmas. On Christmas day, she left a
message on the answering machine wishing me Merry Christmas and
telling me she's looking forward to our date.
3. The First Date with Alison
On date night, I picked her up in my little white convertible, which
was a very nice car, but had very poor heat, and went to a local pizza
place for dinner. It was winter, of course, and we froze on the way to
the restaurant. We ate, we talked. She was 2 years older, and in a
pre-law program at a prestigious local university. She said Angela
couldn't stop talking about me, even after we broke up. But, now that
Angela has moved on, and she (Alison) found me by accident at the
store, she (Alison) figures it's "her turn". We both got a good laugh
at that one. Eventually, we were alone in the restaurant, since we sat
there and talked for 3 hours. The waitress actually had to ask us to
leave. It's was pretty funny. I took her home to her apartment, and
got a nice kiss at the door. We made arrangements to get together the
next day, to see a movie she saw advertised at an afternoon matinee
showing, since I had to work that evening.
4. The Movie Date
The movie date on Wednesday took us to a movie that could only be
described as a "chick flick". Full of love, emotion, and passionate
embraces. At one point in the movie, there was a love scene, and I
found Alison's head resting on my shoulder, so I put my arm around
her. That must have been a sign to her, because a moment later I felt
Alison's hand moving up the inside of my thigh. I stopped her with my
other hand and whispered "You bad girl, you'll just have to wait for
that." Sadly, the 5 other people in the theatre had the tender,
on-screen love scene ruined when Alison started laughing
uncontrollably. It was so bad that we had to abandon the theatre for
the lobby, where Alison really let out the laughs. People must have
thought we were insane, because I started laughing too. We beat a
hasty retreat to my car. I drove her home to her apartment, and was
prepared to give her a quick kiss and leave (since I had to be at
work), but she insisted that since I had an hour to kill because we
didn't see the whole movie, that I could come in for a quick cup of
cocoa.
Her apartment was actually pretty nice. She had a
livingroom/kitchenette, and a separate bedroom. I had seen it all
before, having been here many times with Angela when Alison was away.
Angela and I had spent so much time in Alison's bed, we came to think
of it as out own. I didn't know if Alison knew, or not, but I suspect
she did.
Alison put on a kettle. I hung up my coat and sat myself down on the
sofa. Instead of sitting next to me on the sofa, or the comfy-looking
chair nearby, she plopped herself down on my lap! Alison isn't some
tiny little girl. She's built like her sister: 6' tall, 150 pounds,
with broad shoulders, wide hips, and thin waist. When she dropped on
me, I cried "ouch!", to which she said "Let me kiss you and make it
better".
10 minutes later, we were on the floor, with her on top of me, neither
of us having a shirt on any longer. Her breasts were full and firm, a
D cup without being floppy at all. Her nipples were small and hard,
and particularly sensitive. Her long dark hair cascaded over both of
us. The kettle began to whistle and we realized we better get it off
the stove before it burned. I propped myself up on one elbow, and
watched her sashay into the kitchenette, then back to where I was. As
I reached for a breast, she swatted my hand away and said "You bad
boy, you'll just have to wait", which got us both back to laughing.
She pointed to the sofa. I figured my fun was over. How wrong I was...
Once I got up on the sofa, she crawled on all fours towards me, her
breasts swaying beneath her, her mouth open. It was so sexy. My cock
was straining in my jeans. She brought herself up and put her elbows
on my knees, looked into my eyes, and then put her hand down on the
outline of my hard cock. Stroking it, without breaking eye contact,
she said "I think the waiting period is up. I need to see it!"
With that, she broke eye contact, and yanked down my zipper. I fumbled
with the belt and waist button as she reached her hand into my pants
and pulled them down to my knees. A moment later, my underwear was
down with the pants and her hand was squeezing my cock like it was a
long lost friend. I was watching her intently, and, with the most
sheepish of grins, she extended her tongue out to touch the tip of my
cock, which was wet with pre-cum. Her tongue curled back.
"Tasty" was all she said before she came forward and swallowed my cock
in one swift and smooth motion. I hit the back of her throat and her
lips closed around my shaft. She had most of it in, as her tongue
began to slither on the underside of my cock, and her head began to
move in a familiar rhythm. Up, down, up down, slurp, up, down, up,
down, slurp. Her hair tossed this way and that, her eyes left her prey
and settled on mine. She was good. No, beyond good. She was great. Her
breasts heaved with each stroke. Her hand held the base of my cock to
prevent escape. She moaned, and then plunged my cock into her mouth
with such force it broke into her throat. I could feel her throat
muscles around my cock head, soooo tight, milking the head of my cock.
She held it but a few seconds, then stopped, and pulled away. She was
coughing. I leaned down to help her, and she pushed me back, her hand
still holding the base of my cock in a death grip. She began to lick
it like a lollipop, rolling her tongue around the thick head that so
recently had been in her throat, spreading the saliva on it around.
And then, she was back to sucking on it. I couldn't last under her
onslaught.
"I'm going to come!" I yelled, but she took no notice. She continued
to work her oral magic on my cock. I couldn't hold back, and shot my
come into her mouth. THAT got her attention. She stopped her up and
down motion, and concentrated on holding the head in her mouth as jet
after jet shot into her mouth. Her hand took up the up and down motion
once I was nearly done. She didn't let go until I collapsed back and
said "Alison, there isn't any more!"
She made a little noise, and then straightened up. Her mouth was
closed and she had a very intent look on her face. I watched as she
came closer to my face and then, about a foot away, opened her mouth
to show me that she had swallowed my come! I smiled, and she smiled.
Her breasts were on either side of my cock.
"If you spend any more time in this position, my cock will want to
have a massage with your beautiful boobs. And, if your boobs massage
my cock well, it'll provide them some cream too." I laughed, she
laughed.
"No, that wouldn't be right. I want all the cream inside me, not
outside me."
My cock started to get hard again. She got up, grabbed her shirt and
bra off the floor, and said "Don't you have to go to work?"
I looked at the clock. "Shit, yes."
"Want to have dinner here tomorrow? Hint, Hint..."
"No, I have to work tomorrow night, and the night after. How about
Friday?"
"Friday would be great. Call me tonight after work."
She gave me a big kiss, with some tongue. Only when I left did I think
about where her tongue recently had been, and what had been in her
mouth. I didn't really notice much of a difference in taste when I
kissed her, however.
Reluctantly, I went to work, although I did have a big smile on my
face the whole evening.
5. Alison's Phone Call After Work
After work, I called Alison. She must have been sitting by the phone,
since she picked up immediately.
"I'm wearing the red teddy, the one I bought myself for Christmas"
"Wow, even through clothes that looked good on you."
"It looks better without clothes underneath. You got me so horned up,
I needed to relieve myself after you left. By the way, Angela was
right. You do have really tasty come. It's the best I've ever had."
"(laugh) So, Angela told you all about us?"
"Everything"
"Everything?"
"Yes, she's positively a blabbermouth."
"How about you? Do you kiss and tell?"
"Rarely, and only to Angela. I spoke to her a little while ago and
told her we went out on a date, but not what happened this afternoon.
She'll probably call you to tell you that she wants you back. She
jealous that way."
"I'll be on my guard. (laugh) So, did you want to date me because of
what Angela told you?"
"No, I saw you during the summer, remember? I thought you were
handsome. The fact that you were dating my younger sister meant that
you weren't afraid of tall girls, like most guys. Then, Angela told me
all the crazy things you two did and I was jealous. When you became
available, I figured I'd give it a shot..."
"So, you like me because I'm a good boyfriend, or potentially a wild
lover?"
"Both. And that brings me to Friday's date..."
"Are we still on? Is there a problem?"
"No problem. Only an offer. I'll make us dinner on Friday if you agree
to stay the weekend."
"DONE. Tomorrow is my last day at work. I'm free until January 20th
when I go back to school."
"That's not all. You have to agree to perform a specific sexual act on
Friday that you did with Angela."
My brain was clicking...What could she talking about? "Which one were
you thinking about?"
"I'll get to that in a second. If you agree to do it on Friday, you
can have my virginity."
WHAT? This girl sucks cock like a pro, yet she's a virgin? "What do
you mean?"
"I'm a virgin. Yes, I know what you're thinking. I've stayed a virgin
by keeping my pants on and giving blow jobs instead. I've been giving
blow jobs since I was 17, so I've had a lot of practice. I'm a cock
and come gourmet now. (laugh) Some come is too skanky, some cock is
too small, too thin, or too ugly. I hate a guy who has one of those
veiny cocks. I dump most of my boyfriends after one performance like
this afternoon's, or they dump me because I won't go any further than
a blow job and showing them my breasts."
"Er, ok. So we've established that you like my come, so my cock must
be adequite then too?"
"Actually, it's a little thicker than I'd prefer. But, I think with
practice, I'll be able to deep throat you as well (laugh)."
"I'll do whatever is needed to help you practice. (laugh)"
"I'm counting on it. Now, back to my offer."
"Yes, your offer."
"Angela told me that you let her, well, fuck you with a strap on."
"Yes. Is that what you want?" I had let Angela do that when she wanted
to try being 'master' for a night. It was interesting, but not the
kind of thing I prefer. But, for Alison's virginity, I'd think about
it.
"Yes, I've been looking for a guy who'd let me do it for a long time.
I think I know you pretty well, based upon what Angela's told me, and
know that you're a 'good guy' and a bit on the wild side sexually.
And, you did it with Angela. Most of my boyfriends never want to see
me again after I ask. You're not going to do that to me, are you?"
"No, Alison, I'll keep up my end (laugh) of the bargain."
"George, let me make this clear. On Friday night, I'll fuck you in the
ass. You have to be my boy-toy. Starting Saturday morning, I'll do
whatever you want to do for the rest of the weekend. But, Friday, your
ass is mine."
"(laugh) Yes, I understand."
"You're not going to chicken out, are you?"
"No, my ass has already been fucked by your sister's big dildo once
before. I know to expect. Should I bring any special clothes for the
occasion?"
"No, I'll give you all the clothes you need for the weekend when you
walk into my lair on Friday. (laugh)"
"Oh, a pair of panties and a bra in my size? (laugh)"
"No, you're a guy. You don't need to wear women's clothes to be my boy
toy and get fucked. (laugh)"
"Ok (laugh), I'll pack a toothbrush, deodorant, and some clean
underwear."
"That's right, you won't need other clothes. I'll have enough food to
last us all weekend. Do you still like Whipped Cream?"
"Angela has a big mouth. (laugh)"
"Shall we say 6 o'clock? That'll give us time to get 'acquainted'
before dinner."
"Something tells me I'll have to eat standing up (laugh)"
"Might be (laugh)"
"Alison, you are sooo much fun."
"You don't know how much yet. I'll talk to you tomorrow after work,
ok?"
"Great. Talk to you then. And no more 'relieving' yourself until I can
watch, ok? (laugh)"
"You too (laugh). Good night, sweet prince."
"Good night, fair lady"
6. Angela's Warning Phone Call
The next day I was getting ready for work when the phone rang. It was
Angela calling from California. Alison was right. She did call.
She got right to the point. "George, you know that I care for you,
right?"
"Yes"
"You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?"
"I don't know. That time you hit me with the pool cue for looking at
that other woman hurt pretty bad. (laugh)"
"George, you do NOT want to go out with Alison."
"Angela, I'm already going out with Alison."
"No, George, I mean you don't want to be with Alison. She's different,
sexually. I don't think you want to be with her."
"Angela, I've already had sex with Alison. I'm fine with her
uniqueness."
"OH... OK... Alison didn't tell me."
"Angela, Alison told me you told her everything we ever did."
"Yes, I did. I guess that's why she wants to be with you."
"Yes, she said that. And I want to thank you for telling her. I think
Alison and I have a lot of fun together in our future."
"Ok, George. I wish you and her a lot of luck. I'll probably be back
in the summer, and maybe I'll see you around the house."
"Angela, I appreciate the call. Really."
"Ok, bye."
"Bye". I hung up the phone and pondered the meaning of the call for
about a second before I came to the conclusion that Angela still
wanted to keep the door open with me.
That night Alison called, and told her that Angela called to warn me,
but I was going to go ahead with her (Alison's) offer.
7. The Long Weekend-Friday
At precisely 6 o'clock, I knocked on Alison's door. I saw her look
through the peephole and I held up a lunch bag containing my weekend
essentals: toothbrush, deodorant, two pair of clean underwear, and a
freshly purchased bottle of KY. The door opened, but I didn't see
Alison. I walked in, and the door closed behind me. Alison was there
in a long coat.
"I went down to the leather boutique a bought a few things for this
weekend. They wouldn't let me try it on in the store, and I think I
look ridiculous, so please don't laugh."
"I promise". I put down my weekend bag, and sat down on the edge of
the sofa. Alison opened her coat and let it drop to the floor.
"WOW!" I exclaimed as I saw what she had on: A black leather corset,
with breast cups, laced tight, her breasts popping out the top due to
the pressure, a pair of long black gloves, a pair of black leather
boots which ended at her knees, with 5" spiked heels, and a black
leather mini skirt. As she approached, I realized that she was now
about my height. Her mini skirt had an odd bulge in the front.
"So, you like it?"
"Alison, let me fall to my knees and worship the leather goddess you
have become. (laugh)"
I actually did get down on my knees. She grabbed me by my ear and
forced me to look up at her. It was then I saw the reason for the odd
bulge. Underneath the mini skirt she was wearing a pair of leather
panties, and on top of the panties was a leather harness holding a
realistic looking dildo that was pressing against the skirt. She
really was going to fuck me. This is no joke.
"Get your clothes off. I want to get started."
I pulled off my clothes and carefully tossed them in a pile. It took
me about 5 seconds. She produced a leather strap about 8" long. "This
is your first piece of clothing tonight. Put it around the base of
your cock so that it's between your ball sack and crotch. Make it
quick." I did my best, but I couldn't get it to snap closed. My cock
was too hard. But, never fear, Alison helped and the snap finally
connected. My cock stood straight out at attention.
"That'll keep you up all night. I wouldn't want my boy toy to lose his
erection. (evil laugh)." She grabbed me by my cock and led me to the
bedroom.
The bed had leather straps coming out from each corner, which ended in
cuffs.
"On the bed, face up."
I complied. My cock was beginning to turn painful. The cock strap was
allowing blood into my cock, but not out. Alison looked down and saw
my "problem", but said nothing as she proceeded to cuff my hands to
the bed. As she moved to my feet, she stopped briefly to give my now
bright purple cock a tongue tease. If it did anything, it made my cock
even more pained. She strapped in my ankles. I was now immobilized.
"Are you ok?"
"No, my cock feels like it's going to burst, and I'm not kidding."
"Other than that?"
"I'm ok."
"Can you snap your fingers?"
I snapped.
"That's your signal that I should stop. The walls in this building are
so thin, I need to gag you to keep you from crying out. Is that ok?"
"No, I don't want to be gagged."
"If you don't want to be gagged, I'll release you and you can leave
now."
"Ok, you can gag me." And with that, she produced a leather hood. She
showed me that it had eye holes.
"I want to see your eyes when I fuck you. I just don't want the
neighbors to hear your screams of ectasy." and then she showed me the
inside of the mask. Where the mouth would be was a rubber plug that
looked like a small dildo.
"Sorry about the shape of the gag, it's the only one they had in
stock. Just remember it's a piece of rubber, not the real thing. Are
you still ok with this?"
"Yes, it's just a piece of rubber." Those were the last words that she
would hear from me until she released me from the hood. The rubber
plug was thick. It filled my mouth, and trapped my tongue underneath.
I began to drool as she zipped up the hood from the back.
"The plug has a hole in it in to allow you to breathe. I tried it out
earlier today. You won't drool as much if you breathe through your
mouth."
I concentrated on breathing through my mouth, and it helped, a little.
She propped pillows up behind me and put my head down. I had a very
narrow angle of view, basically whereever my head directly pointed, I
could see.
"I'm going to get you ready now. I need to move your legs up." She
unsnapped my feet from the cuffs, and produced another set of cuffs
from behind my head.
I must have looked alarmed because she said "Don't worry, I'll be
gentle. I've never done this before, but you have."
I thought "I've never been gagged with a dildo, and trussed up like an
easter ham to allow a girl to fuck me silly with a strap on." but I
couldn't say anything. I watched as she pulled one leg, then another,
up and into large straps under my knees. My ass pointed out. I was
familiar with this position, having put Angela into it dozens of
times, albeit without a hood on her head. I saw Alison pull off her
gloves, and then I felt her finger rubbing lubricant on my hole, and
then, unceremoniously, pushed it in. I winced.
"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful." Alison apologized.
Her finger spread the lube around inside. It was beginning to feel ok.
I relaxed. I saw her lean forward, and then my pained cock made
contact with her lips. It was heaven on earth as she ran her tongue
down the shaft. I was really enjoying it when she pushed a second
finger inside me. It broke my concentration.
I was beginning to get hot under the mask, and my jaw hurt from being
held open by the dildo. Alison pulled out her fingers, added more
lube, and re-inserted them. She did this over and over until lube was
dripping out onto the towel she placed under me.
"You're ready. Let me show you what you'll be enjoying tonight." She
pulled off her skirt and the dildo sprung free. It wasn't as large as
I was. Thankfully, she hadn't chosen one as large as her sister had.
She tossed the leather skirt over my head. All vision was lost.
She pulled her fingers out of me and said "I need to take the panties
off. They're allowing the harness to slip around too much. It'll just
be a minute."
I felt her leave the bed, then heard something hit the floor and then
something else. Then, about a minute later, she was back on the bed.
"I'm ready now. Are you? Nod yes if yes, click your fingers if you
want to stop."
I nodded.
Her fingers went back inside. Her other hand grabbed my cock briefly,
then pulled off skirt off my face. I couldn't really see much but her
breasts due to her angle, but what I saw made me super hot.
"Here we go. I hope you enjoy this as much as I expect to!" and with
that her fingers left my ass, replaced with a hot cock. She leaned
down and the cock went in deep, striking my prostate. My cock jumped
and squirted.
"Oh, this is GREAT! Are you my boy toy?"
I nodded.
She began to fuck me in long deep strokes. Each time she hit bottom,
my cock shot more come onto my stomach. Then she began short stabbing
strokes, interspersed with long strokes.
I moaned and laid my head back. My ass was on fire, but it felt great.
This girl could wield a dildo! And then, she stopped.
"We need to change angles."
She pushed me onto my left side, unhooking my right knee cuff, and
then re-attaching the left knee cuff to it. Never leaving my ass, she
then began a machine-gun-like piston that could only be described as
vicious. Come flowed out of my cock until there was no more to come.
"Ready to be taken doggy?"
I was delerious, and made no answer.
She grabbed my balls and squeezed.
I let out a yell, but all she heard was "eeeeeeeeee" at a low volume.
I moved around and tried to assist her in getting me onto my stomach,
then on all fours. My hands, still attached to the cuffs, twisted in
the straps. I wasn't particularly steady in this position. She had
hold of my hips, keeping me from falling over. She re-entered me and
fucked me for a few minutes longer.
Then, with an animal-like sound, she speared me deep, throwing me down
onto the bed and cried out "I'm coming. Take it all!"
She laid there on top of me, spent, for quite some time, licking the
back of my neck and telling me how much she loved me. My hands were
still cuffed to the bed. My cock, now underneath us, was painful. Her
cock had slipped out, but my ass was on fire from the fucking. My jaw
hurt so bad I was sure it would never work again. She got up, picked
up her mini skirt, and left the bed. I couldn't see her leave due to
my face down position. I closed my eyes and awaited the next round,
which I knew was going to be worse.
"Look here!" She was snapping her fingers, her face right in front of
mine. "Are you ok?" I nodded. "I'll clean you up a little now."
She had a warm wet towel, which she used on my ass. When she was done,
she showed me that it was bloody.
"I'm sorry. I guess we're done for tonight."
She turned on her heels and walked off toward the bathroom. I got a
great view of her butt cheeks hanging out beneath the mini-skirt she
had put back on. When she returned, she turned me over onto my back,
removing all the pillows under my ass, and replacing the towel, which
was bloody and full of come.
"So, did you enjoy the fucking I gave you?"
"It was hot, but I think that I would have enjoyed it more without
that cock strap. That's vicious. I think it might be too small."
"Yes, it's obviously too small. Are you ready to see the video?"
Huh? She shot a video of this? Who owns a video camera in 1980,
anyway?
I nodded. It would be interesting.
She tilted my head up and upzipped the mask. As the dildo gag came out
of my mouth, so did all the accumulated saliva. It made quite a mess.
Alison was ready, however, and wiped my face lightly with a towel.
My jaw ached, I could barely speak except to say "Thank you". The
cuffs stayed on.
She sat down next to me, turned on the tv by the remote control and I
saw us on the bed, live video, taken from an angle over my head. She
hit some more buttons and a few moments later the video began to play.
I was mesmorized by it.
When it came to the part when she was lubing me on tape, Alison let
off the cock strap and began to stroke me. Then, she was sucking on
me. I was torn between watching her and the video.
When she saw I was watching her, She said "No, watch the video. It's
soooo HOT!"
So I turned back towards the tv, just in time to see her shed the mini
skirt onto my face. Then, I saw her removing the strap on, then start
to remove the panties. Alison was doing great with her blow job, and I
was really getting into this. I looked back down at her, working on my
cock. Alison's work on my cock reached a fever pitch and I couldn't
hold back. I arched my back and came. I doubt that anything came out,
but it felt like I came.
As I laid back, I turned toward the video. At first, It didn't
register. Alison was fucking me in long strokes, and I could see the
dildo, but I couldn't see the dildo harness. Then, I saw the harness
was on the floor next to the bed, with the dildo still attached.
I looked back at the tv harder. On the video, Alison had moved me onto
my side and was vigorously fucking me. I could see that there was no
harness holding the dildo. I could see that the dildo was not a dildo.
I looked back at Alison in horror. Alison was a guy! "ARGH!" I yelled.
"Let me go you freak!"
Her hand went over my mouth. "Quiet, the neighbors will hear. I'll
take my hand off if you promise not to yell. OK?"
I nodded, and she removed her hand. "Why are you upset?"
"Because you're a guy!"
"No, I'm not. And lower your voice."
"I saw your cock on the video! You weren't using a dildo."
"No, I wasn't using a dildo. I was using my own equipment. I thought
you knew. Didn't you talk to Angela yesterday?"
"Angela didn't tell me you had a cock! Didn't you think you should
mention that you had a cock to me?"
"I don't have a cock. Guys have cocks. I have a large clit."
"That looks like a cock!"
"And works like a cock, but it's a clit. I'm a girl, and girls have
clits."
"Girls don't have 6" clits. Not even in porn movies do girls have 6"
long clits."
"I'm a special girl. I was born a boy. If you promise to stay calm for
a minute, I'll tell you the whole story."
"Let me out of the cuffs."
"No, listen to my story, and then I promise I'll let you out of the
cuffs."
"One minute."
And with that Alison began a story of her life. As a young boy, she
liked long hair. This being the 60's, long hair was acceptable for a
boy. When she reached age 10, and she refused to cut it, she told her
parents that she wanted "girls' hair". They sent her to a
psychologist, and she told him she wanted to be a girl. After a year
of therapy, the psychologist agreed that Al should be called Alison
from now on, and dress in girls' clothes to see if that's really what
she wanted in the long term. Alison began to transform into a girl,
helped along by the family relocating to NJ from Iowa, where she had
no history as a boy. The doctor also prescribed hormones for Alison,
which she began to take before puberty. When puberty arrived, she grew
small breasts, wider feminine hips, and, unfortunately, her "clit"
matured. At age 15, her parents agreed to cosmetic surgery to equalize
her breasts, which by then were filling a C cup. The result were the
magnificent D cup breasts she now sported. The doctor refused to
perform sexual reassignment surgery at the same time, since Alison was
still too young. By the time she reached 18, she decided that she
liked the way she looked, even with the large clit, and would find a
guy who would appreciate her for who she was. And so her quest ended
with me at age 20.
Her one minute had stretched into 30. I felt truly sorry for her. She
thought she found her Prince Charming in me, but had so shocked and
deceived me that I felt betrayed. Plus, I wasn't so sure about having
a girlfriend who wasn't really "all girl".
I looked into her eyes, which were now clouding over with the start of
a good cry, and said "Alison, that's some story. I'm sure there are
more details, and I'd like to hear them, but right now my ass is on
fire and I NEED to go to the bathroom NOW."
She reached for the cuff on my left wrist and then stopped. "You're
not going to hurt me now, are you?"
"No, I REALLY NEED to go to the bathroom NOW, unless you want a huge
mess on your bed!"
As she unhooked the cuffs, she began to cry. Tears hit my face as she
leaned over me to get the cuffs off.
"Alison, I promise I'll talk with you when I'm done in the bathroom. I
won't leave until we sort this all out. Trust me." and with that, I
was free.
I sprinted to her bathroom, and no sooner than my butt hit the toilet
did a slimy mixture of lube, blood, shit, and Alison's come poured out
of my ass. It came with all the air she had pumped into me while she
fucked me, too. The sound and smell were terrible. I flushed, but
stayed seated, awaiting more to come out, my head resting on my hands.
Alison poked her head around the door of the bathroom. "I'm truly
sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"No, just let me sit here a few minutes. I think we have a lot to talk
about. It's kind of late, but didn't you mention something about
dinner?"
"It's only about 7:30. I thought we could have some chicken. One of
the nice things about being a girl is that I got to learn how to cook,
and I'm pretty good at it."
"Chicken will be fine. I'll be out in a few minutes."
Alison disappeared, presumably to make dinner. Another explosion of
air exited me. My ass hurt, and this farting was painful! I didn't
remember it being this bad when Angela did it. Another few minutes and
more gas passed, and I figured that was all. I cleaned myself off, and
just sat there, considering what I was going to say to Alison. Any
hope of ever getting back with Angela was obviously fried by the fact
that she'd now perceive me to be bisexual. Alison fucking me WAS kind
of fun until I found out she wasn't using the dildo. I didn't know if
I wanted a girlfriend with a lump of man-meat in her panties, though.
What would people think? But, she LOOKS like she's female, talks like
she's female, and acts like a female. No one would ever know unless
they saw her nude. Heck, her shape is so feminine that guys whistle at
her! But, am I a homo for even considering staying with her? She *did*
trick me, but I also *did* have fun. So confusing...
On the shelf next to the sink was a gift, all wrapped up. I reached
over and pulled it down. On top of the package was a folded yellow
piece of paper. On the paper was written:
"7pm. Dear George, my love, my lover, my friend. I'm sorry for hurting
you. It was wrong of me to be so rough. But, in my own defense, you
are the first guy who has ever consented to me fucking him. I guess I
don't know my strength! While it was fun, I don't think I can be the
boy again. It's just not in my nature. I'm a girl. I release you from
your promise to be my boy toy all night tonight. When you're ready, my
virginity awaits. Please be considerate and use lots of lube :) I
think you'll like this gift a lot. I just hope it fits. It would be
amazing if you could wear it tonight! XOXOXOXO Alison."
She obviously thought I knew she had a cock, sorry...big clit! While
not innocent, she's at least truthful.
I opened the package. Inside were a pair of long leather pants,
actually my size. The crotch sported a hole, obviously to allow my
cock to be prominently displayed. Wow.
A leather collar was underneath the pants, attached to a leather lead.
On the collar was a metal tag. The tag said "George, please fuck me.
I've been a good girl."
I actually began to chuckle. Any resolve to tell her off had
evaporated. She could be my girlfriend, after all. I put on the pants
and, carrying the lead lightly in my hand, walked into the living
room.
Alison was putting salad on the table. She still had her leather
outfit on. "Alison, I have your collar. You should be wearing it."
She smiled, came over, lifted her hair, and turned around, offering me
her neck. I snapped the collar in place, holding the lead in my hand.
"Bend over." She bent slightly. "No, over." She bent further. I pulled
on the lead when she got to the angle I wanted, and she stopped.
"The collar says you've been a good girl and deserve to be fucked.
You're actually a bad girl. Do you know what bad girls get?"
"Fucked?" was her shaky reply.
Her mini skit had ridden up. I could see her ass cheeks now. "No,
spanked." and with that I gave her a hard swat on each cheek.
"Ow....Ow. That hurt."
I let go of her lead. "Now, are we going to have dinner?"
"I'm heating up the chicken, but we can start on the salad."
We sat down to the salad. She found it as uncomfortable to sit down as
I did.
When we finished the salad, she got up to get the chicken and potatoes
out of the oven. I grabbed her lead.
"Bend over".
I saw that I left a hand print on one of her cheeks. I let go of the
lead.
"Sorry, I guess I got a little over-enthusiastic with the spanking.
I'll be gentler the next time you deserve to be spanked."
She smiled.
The rest of dinner was uneventful. We talked about her life, mostly. I
found out that she had the video system installed in the air duct
above her bed's headboard last year when she thought she had found the
perfect guy. She wanted to videotape the loss of her virginity. But,
the guy turned out to be a dud. When Angela and I began to use her
apartment, she began to videotape us. Angela knew, of course. Alison
would watch the "home movies" and masturbate to them.
It was Alison who suggested to Angela to fuck me with a strap on. In
fact, the harness Alison was wearing was the same one Angela wore.
Angela, however, went out and bought a monster dildo so that she would
be "bigger" than me and thus "more manly".
Alison and I both laughed hard. Angela's fucking had been nothing
compared to the pounding Alison just gave me.
Watching me fuck Angela and hearing Angela tell her how great a guy I
was lead Alison to develop a fixation on me. She had a grand plan to
get me to come over when Angela was home for Christmas, but Angela
messed it up by not coming home. It was by sheer happenstance that she
saw me in the store.
When we had put the dinner plates into the sink, Alison turned toward
me to kiss me. I pulled away. "I guess we're done?" she whined as
tears again started to flow.
"No, we're not done. There's a little thing left. You owe me your
virginity."
"Oh, that. If we're not together, I'm not going to give it to you."
"We need to set some ground rules. What kind of girl do you want to
be?"
"I want to be a girl. I want to be fucked by you. I want to suck your
cock and drink your come every day. I don't want or need to fuck you
in the ass again."
"Are you just saying that, or do you mean it?"
"I'm a girl. I don't need to fuck you in the ass again. Of course, if
you asked me to, I would. I mean, it was fun, but I can live without
it. There's one thing, though, that I would want you to do for me, as
a girl, sexually, just once."
"What's that?"
"I need you to suck on my clit. I've never had anyone do it,
obviously. You don't need to do it until I come, just for a few
minutes so I can see what it feels like."
"Ok, kiss me, before I change my mind about this."
And with that, she gave me a kiss that could be one of legend. We
moved to the sofa and continued. My cock got hard, but was quite sore.
As we were kissing, she grabbed it, causing me to whince in pain.
"Still sore from the strap, huh? I'll stay away then. Do you think
you'll be ok tomorrow?"
"Probably. Can we move this to bed? I'm getting a little tired."
We moved to the bedroom and got on the bed, leaving on our respective
leather outfits, but shedding the lead on her collar. We continued our
kiss, and I grabbed her round ass. She grabbed my ass through the
leather. I rolled her onto her back, and looked down, where her mini
skirt had ridden up. Her clit was in full view. It was hard. She had
obviously spent a lot of time shaving down there.
As I reached my hand towards it, she pulled down her skirt. "Alison, I
have to get acquainted eventually. Do you want that to be now, or
later?"
"In a few minutes, ok? I want to go to the bathroom and make myself
fresh for you." and she paddled off to the bathroom before I could say
anything.
When she returned, her skirt was riding a little high. I could see the
head of her big clit poking out underneath it. She hopped into bed and
we resumed our kissing. I tentatively reached out and lightly touched
her clit, which was now standing at attention.
She broke our kiss. "Go ahead, it's not going to bite." I closed my
hand around the shaft, and she exhaled heavily. I gave her clit a
playful squeeze.
She leaned over and we began kissing again. She kept poking her tongue
into my mouth, and I kept pushing it back out. It's was obvious that
she wanted me to go down there with my mouth, but I ignored her and
continued to stroke her clit with my hand. We rolled around the bed,
and she finally broke the kiss.
"Could you, please?"
"Not tonight. It's been a long and confusing day already. We have all
weekend. Can we shed the leather? I'm sweating up a storm, and I can
see you are too."
I helped her out of her corset, and then her boots and skirt. She took
a lot of time unbuttoning my pants and easing them off, avoiding
touching my quite tender cock. When she was done, she crawled up on
top of me. Her magnificent breasts glistened with sweat. I could feel
her hard clit on my stomach. My tender cock ached as it bumped her
leg.
Without a word, she swung off of me and turned off the lights. The
room was plunged into darkness. Only the movement of the bed told me
that she was back. I felt her hand on my shoulder, and then sensed she
was next to me. I felt her hand move to my face. I turned toward her,
unsure of exactly how she was on the bed.
Her hand came away from my cheek, only to be replaced with her hard
clit. I pulled back.
"Alison, tomorrow, ok? Come cuddle with me."
She moaned, and moved down the bed to lay next to me. "You've got me
horned up. I've been imagining this night since I was a teenager, and
now you don't want to play."
I leaned over, and pushed her on her back.
"Alison, I'm the man. You're the girl. Let me be the aggessor for a
change."
I grabbed onto her erect clit, and shifted position. In the darkness,
I extended my tongue and tasted the end of her clit. I rolled my
tongue over it, and around the crown, just as Alison did for me. I
heard her moan, my cue to open my mouth and put the head inside. I
felt her hands on the back of my head, trying to push me down on it.
I stopped my oral attention. I pulled back, free of her clit. "No
hands. If you use your hands, I'm going to stop."
She pulled her hands away.
I went back to my work. She didn't have any real taste or smell. The
texture of her head was soft and spongy, with a hard underside,
exactly as I expected my own cock to feel. I tried to mimic what she
had done for me. Short stroke, long stroke, long stroke, short stroke,
move the tongue around, etc... She was moaning constantly. I don't
know if it was for my benefit, or hers.
I felt her hand on the back of my head and she arched her back.
I immediately pulled off. Come hit my on the face almost immediately.
I pumped her clit with my hand, which was still holding her. My hand
grew wet. After a few moments, I felt her hand touch my pumping hand,
pushing it down.
"Ok, I'm done. Thank you. That was fabulous!" she said in almost a
breathless exhale.
I pulled my hand away. I could feel the warm come on my face and hand
beginning to cool.
It was pitch black in the room. We needed to get cleaned up. Alison
made no move to leave. I figured I should take care of her. I got up,
and fumbled towards the bathroom in the dark. I turned on the light
switch and looked in the mirror. Her come had run down to my chin. It
was thick and pearl white. I used my clean hand to scoop it off my
chin. I took a quick tentative taste. It tasted slightly metallic,
slightly salty, slightly sweet. Having never had come, even my own,
before, I didn't know if this was normal or not. I wiped off my hands
and my face, and brought the wet towel into the bedroom to take care
of Alison.
The light from the hall cast a soft glow in the bedroom. Alison was
laying on her back, her arms splayed, her legs apart, asleep! Her clit
had shrunken. As I approached, she opened her eyes and smiled, then
closed them again. I gently wiped off her clit and stomach, cleaning
her of her discharge. I gave her now clean clit a quick kiss. I
returned the towel to the bathroom, turned off the light, and
re-joined her on the bed. I pulled the cover over both of us, and
cuddled in next to her. She was lethargic as I pulled her close and
joined her in sleep.
8. Saturday with Alison
I awoke to Alison stirring underneath my arm. Her head was on my
shoulder, her left arm and leg wrapped over me. Her collar was on, but
not the lead. She had obviously gotten up during the night and put it
on. Her long dark hair was wild, all over the place, but she looked
beautiful laying there. "Hmmmmm....George, I thought you'd never get
up."
"What time is it?"
"Almost 10. I've been up for hours. I mixed up some pancake batter and
fried some bacon for breakfast, if you're up for it. I just love
cuddling under your arm. I woke up last night and found myself there.
It just felt so right."
"Not to break this tender moment, but my bladder is full."
"I noticed your morning hard on. I was hoping it was for me (laugh)."
"It is, but the pressure in my bladder is telling me I should drain it
before attending to your needs. (laugh)"
Alison let me out of the bed, and I went to the bathroom and pissed
like a race horse. While I was standing there, I noticed a black
leather item on the top shelf that I hadn't seen before. "Alison
obviously likes leather. I wonder what this is?" I thought to myself.
I pulled it down. It was like a big leather bag, with a bag inside.
Three large holes in the bottom, and no obvious purpose. I brought it
into the bedroom. "Alison, what's this?"
"It's a pair of worship pants. They're for Angela. She had me pick
them up for her."
"Worship pants?"
Alison took them from me. "The girl puts her legs through these two
holes, like a pair of shorts. The big tube (which I thought was
another bag) is for the worshiper's head. See how the tube is
connected to the third opening? When the worshiper is zipped in, their
mouth is pushed against the crotch of the girl who is wearing the
pants."
"Angela had these?"
"Yes, for you. Her plan was to put you in them for an evening. The
only thing you'd see, smell, and taste would be her. Basically, all
you could do would be to eat her until she let you out. They're kind
of a torture device for both people. You have please her to the point
she can't take it anymore, and you're granted freedom. It's a shame
you broke up. I think the video of you two using them would have been
interesting to watch."
"Could I wear these and force you to suck my cock?"
"No, two problems there. First, the pants are cut for a woman's shape.
They'd fall right off you. Second, the distance of the worshiper's
head is too close and the wrong angle for cock sucking. I'd be game to
try out a set of these if you got the men's version. They're
expensive, though, since they're custom made."
"Couldn't we return these, since Angela obviously isn't going to use
them?"
"The store doesn't give refunds. I tried in September."
"The tags are still on them. They're obviously still new. I bet I
could get them to give me a refund. Do you have the original receipt?"
"It's on the shelf. What would you bet?"
"If they give me a refund, you destroy all the videotapes you have
except for the one we made yesterday."
"And if I win, you suck my clit until I come in your mouth, and then
swallow. I also get to videotape it."
"And you give me the tape, and the one we made yesterday to hold at my
house after you watch them."
"Done"
"and Done. Let's have some breakfast and go over to the leather store.
I'm sure we can find something there in our price range to spice up
tonight. (laugh)" We had a great breakfast of pancakes and bacon, got
on some clothes, and drove down to the leather boutique.
I had never been inside the store. The front was full of leather
jackets, shirts, and pants. In the back were the more hard core items
like whips. A staircase led to a loft and was marked "Adults only".
Alison strolled up the stairs like she owned the place. I watched her
hips sway and her butt cheeks stretch her Jordache jeans in a very
erotic manner. The loft space was all fetish-wear. Hoods, restraints,
and a lot of items I couldn't identify. I took my bag up to the
register there, which had a prominent sign which said "All upstairs
merchandise must be paid for here, and carried from the store in a
bag."
"Hi, my girlfriend bought this a while ago, and we just realized it's
not what we thought it was." I said as I pulled the worship pants from
the bag.
"Worship pants for women. What's the problem?"
"We wanted ones for her to be the worshiper, not the worshipee."
"Yes, those are very different. But I can't take these back. Because
they're considered underwear, they're not returnable."
"The pants were for me to wear, not her. Look, the tag is still
inside. How could someone wear them with the tag on?"
"I can't take them back. Sorry."
"Can I talk to the manager?"
She called the manager on the PA system. An attractive oriental woman
in her late 20's or early 30's came over. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I bought the wrong thing and I want to exchange them for the
right thing." I handed her the pants.
"Women's worship pants. I assume you wanted Men's worship pants?"
"Yes"
"These are considered underwear, so I can't take them back."
"The tag is still attached inside. They've never been worn."
"These are custom made. If I gave you an exchange to the proper pants,
you'd have to pay an exchange fee."
"I understand. How much would that be?"
"$30. I can make you the right size in about an hour. Is your
girlfriend here? I need to know her head size for the hood."
"Yes, right over there."
"Oh, Alison's your girlfriend. She's a good customer. Did you like the
bustier she bought yesterday?"
"Yes, it was very hot. I liked the pants she bought for me. I assume
they came from here, too."
"Yes, they did. There are matching shirts and shorts over there, and
ones without the show-off hole downstairs, if you're interested."
"Thanks, I'll take a look. I appreciate you bending the rules for us."
"No problem. What is your waist size?"
"34"
"Cock length?"
"Excuse me?"
"I need to make space. If you were really long, you could choke her to
death. Too short and she wouldn't have to worship."
"I see. just over 7 inches when hard"
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Girth?"
"Thick."
Suzy help her fingers about an inch apart. "Like this?"
I spread them twice as far. "No, more like this."
"Good for you. I'll say hello to Alison and then go make up your
pants." She quickly turned and bee-lined right to Alison.
I turned back to the cashier, who had a smile on her face. "Are we
done here?"
"Sure, when Suzy gets back with your pants, I can check you out."
Suzy was just walking away from Alison when I reached her. "See,
they're taking them back and making us new ones. We'll have an hour to
kill. Is there anything you see that you DON'T already own? (laugh)"
"I was looking at ECD's over here."
"ECD?"
"Erection Control Device. Whenever I'm near you, I get a woody. Since
it's tucked down between my legs, it makes it a little hard to walk
right. I end up really wiggling my hips to avoid rubbing my thighs
against it, which would ultimately result in a pair of messy
underwear, if you get my meaning. If I wore an ECD, I couldn't get an
erection, and thus, no mess."
"OH. The hazards of having a large clit. (laugh)"
She held up a device made up of several metal rings connected with
leather straps. The rings were quite narrow. "I think the rings would
show through my underwear." And then held up another, which looked
like a bag. "I don't need a bulge in my pants." And then another, this
one with a clamshell tube design. Inside were nasty looking points.
"This has possibilities, but looks super painful."
"No way I'd ever put that on me, and I'd say no for you, too."
"Thanks." She held up another, similar one, without the points inside,
but with a 45 degree bend in the middle. A long leather piece was on
the end. "I had one of these once. It worked, but was very
uncomfortable to wear."
I found a similar one, which had a smooth bend in it, also with the
leather piece on the end.
"That looks perfect." she said.
"What's the leather piece for?"
"You attach the leather piece to the inside of your panties with
velcro. It holds the tube between your legs and doesn't let it slip
down."
"Is your clit going to fit inside this? It seems kind of narrow."
"That's the point. You pull yourself through the tube when you're
soft. If you start to get hard, the tube prevents that."
"Why is it curved like that?"
"So you can only pee sitting down. And, when you put it between your
legs, it tucks in tighter."
"What about your balls?"
"Tucked inside me. Didn't you notice when we got dressed?"
"No, I was too busy looking at your boobs. (laugh)"
"Ah, a boob man. (laugh)"
"Consider this ECD your first official sex toy gift from me. Now,
let's find a second one, so that it doesn't get lonely..." We shopped
for an hour, with Alison explaining all the interesting clothing and
items. In the end, we selected the ECD for her, and me a large cock
ring, which Alison assured me wouldn't leave me as tender as the strap
she had used the previous night. Most of the items were way out of our
price range. I loved the thigh high boots, but the $335 price tag was
too much, and, as Alison pointed out, the knee high boots she bought
were only $55 at a normal shoe store, marked down due to the 5" heel
and the fact that size 11 isn't too common a woman's size.
Suzy appeared with the replacement already in the bag. She handed it
to me. "Play safe. I'm sure you'll enjoy this." and then winked at me.
"I'm sure we will. Thanks." I paid the bill, and we left. When we got
back to her apartment, I felt ready to go.
"Alison, shall we have a little 'Afternoon Delight'?"
"Oh, I've been looking forward to this. You lost the bet, you know."
"No, they took the pants back and gave me a replacement set."
"Suzy told me you paid $30 to exchange them."
"That was to customize the new ones to our sizes."
"They're only $40 new. Suzy came over and told me that you agreed to
pay $30 as an exchange fee."
"Sounds like Suzy pulled one over on me."
"So, you admit you lost?"
"Yes, but so did you. They DID take them back."
"No, not really. Take a look at them."
I pulled them out of the bag. They looked different. They had a pair
of distinct shorts and a hood, connected by a short tube, all made of
leather. "See, they're different."
"The pants are the same, the hood and tube are new."
"If the pants are the same, why did she ask me my waist size? and how
long my cock was? And weren't the pants originally cut to fit Angela?"
"Because, when she talked to you, she thought she was making you
pants. When she talked to me, I told her how you lost our bet, and the
pants should be made for me. Angela and I wear the same size pants, so
they didn't change the pants at all, just removed and re-worked the
bottom section."
"Wait a minute! How did she know to make them with a tube?"
"I told her one time I was there, when she tried to sell me a woman's
thong. And by the way, Suzy used to be Sam and is envious of me for
snagging you. She's been looking for her right guy for more than 10
years. She also asked if you were lying about your cock size, and I
assured her no. (laugh)"
"(laugh) I guess you won the bet. But, I think you cheated."
"I promise if you properly worship me, you won't feel cheated.
(laugh)" She began to strip. "No time like the present!"
We retired to the bedroom. I stripped, and helped her into the pants.
When I folded back the mask, which had no eye holes, I could see her
throbbing clit extending 3" into the mask. She laid down on the bed. I
took up my position between her legs, and put her clit into my mouth.
She zipped up the back of the mask. I was in darkness. I leaned over
to one side, knowing that I could not keep my head straight very long,
without impaling my throat on her clit. Gagging inside the tight mask
could be dangerous. I reached up and found her hands had already taken
up position on her boobs. She swatted my hands away.
"Stay down there. Don't make me cuff you."
I began to move my tongue. Her back arched, pushing more clit into the
mask.
My head was already consuming all the mask space, prevented me from
retreating. I was forced to accept another inch into my mouth. Her
clit filled my mouth, and the end was at the entrance to my throat. I
began to breath heavily through my nose, while I worked on trying to
pleasure her. If she pushed more of herself into the mask, I would
have no way to breath, as her clit would be in my throat.
She relaxed back on the bed, and, thankfully, some of her clit
retreated from the mask.
I was now able to properly attend to her. It didn't take long before
she arched her back once again. This time was different, though. Her
clit expanded and then immediately I felt warm jets of come hitting
the roof of my mouth. No choice in the mask, I swallowed. Eventually,
she stopped shooting, and laid back on the bed. I tried to get the
mask off myself, but I couldn't find the zipper. Alison must have
realized I wanted to unzip, and pushed my hands away. "Not yet. Wait
until I'm fully soft. I LOVE The feel of your warm mouth." She must
have had the cuffs ready, since she slapped my hands into cuffs behind
my back.
Great. I laid there with her shrinking clit in my mouth. It took a few
minutes, but Alison's clit finally shrunk until just the end was in my
mouth. Her clit was still dribbling out a little come. Landing on my
tongue instead of the back of my mouth, I found the taste to be quite
sweet, with a slight background tang to it. Actually, it was pretty
tasty. I could see why she had become a come-gourmet.
My tongue and mouth movement as I savored her come was the wrong thing
to do. She began to get erect again!
"Oh, now you've done it. You'll have to attend to me again."
The second time took an hour before she unloaded. This time she tried
to pull away from my tongue's attention and shot her load into the
front of my mouth. It was as tasty as the first. I swallowed. Ten
minutes later, she had fully deflated, despite my tongue work, which
was done more to torture her than to entice her to go for three times
in an afternoon.
When I emerged from the mask, my hair was plastered to my head and I
was quite sweaty. That didn't stop Alison from giving me a huge kiss,
including her tongue. She inspected the inside of the mask. "You did
it. You swallowed. How do you feel?"
"My jaw hurts a little, not as bad as last night, but some."
"Well, my clit is sore, if that makes you feel any better. It won't be
'up' for quite some time. What did you think of the experience?"
"It's hot in the mask. You can't see anything. When you arch your
back, you force more through the mask, and I thought I'd get choked to
death if much more came through."
"Suzy makes the masks so that can't happen."
"Your come was tasty. Now that I've admitted it, I guess I'm truly a
homo now. (laugh)"
"You can't be a homo, since I'm a girl (laugh). How about I give you a
little attention now? I've come twice today, you haven't come at
all..." and with that, she went down on me, giving me one of her truly
stupendous blow jobs. She swallowed, too.
We cuddled on the bed, as the room got dark through the late
afternoon. An occasional sexual touch from one to the other kept us
awake all afternoon. Eventually, we both needed to use the bathroom.
Being the gentleman, I allowed her to go first. I followed when she
was done.
When I re-entered the bedroom, she was on the bed. Her knees were
cuffed to hold them in the air. Her hands were cuffed above her. She
was wearing her collar and a smile. A pile of pillows were under her
butt, and a bottle of lube was next to her. "Please be gentle."
"Is the camera running?"
"Yes, I wouldn't miss filming the loss of my virginity."
I came to the bed, and laid beside her. Her skin was moist, her
breathing shallow, her nipples looked like pencil erasers. I began by
just gently touching her nipple with my tongue. She shifted her weight
to push her breast toward me.
"No, let me do it my way." I whispered.
Taking her breast in my hands, it began to lash her nipple with my
tongue. She moaned. I traded one breast for another, one nipple for
another. She was losing it.
Her head was back, and all that came out of her mouth was a constantly
repeated series of moans and the words "fuck me, fuck me".
Her clit was rock hard, and had dripped a pool of pre-come onto the
head. I touched her balls with my finger, then drew a line up her clit
to the head. I encircled the shaft with my hand, never ceasing my
attention to her hard nipples. Her clit throbbed in my hand. I moved
down between her legs, and began to lubricate her. One finger, then
two, then three, always with more and more lube. I was very gentle.
I held her clit vertically between her tied legs, and then eased my
cock into her waiting hole. Come arched from her clit as my hard cock
plumbed her virginal ass for the first time. She wiggled her butt as I
began long slow deep thrusts, each resulting in a pulsing shot of come
from her clit. She was like a fountain, and I controlled the valve!
She moaned loudly when I hit bottom each time.
Eventually, I could hold back no more. I began to thrust faster as my
own orgasm built. I unlooked her knee cuffs and put her feet over my
shoulders and really laid into her. It didn't take very long before I
could sense that familiar boiling sensation in my balls, and then I
came. I coated her rectum with my come. It poured out of her onto the
towel underneath her as I continued my assault on her most secret
place, until I couldn't continue any longer.
As I pulled my softening length from her, her hole stayed open for a
brief second, and then, winked shut. I looked down at my girl. Her
face was flushed, her eyes were closed, she was covered in sweat, and
she had a smile like I had never before seen. She was lovely.
I quickly went to the bathroom and got a warm wet towel to clean her
up, then released her so she could lose the accumulation in her
bowels, and so I could remove the soiled towel and re-arrange the bed
to cuddle with my honey. I cleaned myself up very well, and then we
spooned on the bed while we watched the video of her losing her
virginity. It was, in her words, "a masterpiece."
Eventually, our appetites became too much for us, and we left the
bedroom to get dinner. Tonight she made pasta. It was pretty tasty. We
ate in the living room, our plates on our laps. She faced me while
sitting in the comfy chair, and kept her legs wide apart. I did the
same on the sofa. When we were done, I found a drop of sauce on her
breast, which began a search, using my tongue, of the front of her
body, for more. When I got down to her thighs, having cleaned off the
imagined sauce from her clit very effectively, she stopped me and
grabbed the plates.
"We have dessert!" she exclaimed.
She came back into the living room with a can of whipped cream and
chocolate sauce. She poured some chocolate sauce onto her palm, and
then touched it to her breasts, then made a line to her clit, and
spread it across her hard clit, then onto my chest, and onto my now
very erect cock.
As I reached out, she said "Not until the cherry is on top!" and
grabbed up the can of whipped cream. Squirting the whipped cream on
her breasts, she followed the same path as the chocolate, but didn't
squirt any on me. She laid down on the coffee table, and wiped the
chocolate and whipped cream from her nipples.
"See the cherries?"
I dove in. It was a delightful. When I finished cleaning my "plate", I
took her position on the coffee table and she applied the whipped
cream. When she reached my cock, she tried to get a different kind of
cream, but I stopped her. I hadn't tried to get it from her, so she
shouldn't try from me. Besides, there was a lot of night left...
Back to the bedroom, we turned on the video camera again. Now I was
ready to continue my defloration of my honey. We dispensed with the
cuffs. I made sweet love to her, I turned her in every conceivable
position, I fucked her hard, I fucked her soft, It took me nearly 2
hours to feel I was "finished" with my task. When I finally came, her
sphincter muscle had become so loose that it didn't close when I
withdrew. She laid there, gaping open, for a good minute before it
ever so slowly closed.
I helped her to her feet. Her legs were rubbery, and I took her to the
bathroom and cleaned her up once she evacuated her love hole of the
lube and my come. I ran a warm bath for her, and bathed her all over.
I took a shower myself, with her helping me to bathe. We toweled each
other dry, and returned to the bed.
We were exhausted. The bed, unfortunately, was covered in lube, shit,
and come. We stripped off the sheets, and rolled ourselves up in the
comforter, cocoon-like.
9. Sunday with Alison
We awoke the next morning, still rolled up in the cover. She was
behind me. I could feel her semi-hard clit against my butt cheek, and
her breasts at my back.
She whispered "I love you, but my bladder is full." and we broke out
in hysterical laughter. She poked her clit at me in jest as we
unrolled ourselves from the comforter.
When she returned from the bathroom, I went.
When I returned, she was wrapped up provocatively in the comforter.
"George, you know how you felt yesterday morning after I had taken you
the night before?"
"Yes"
"I know how that feels now. When I sat down, I farted out liquid which
was a little pink. When I peed, it came out an orange color. I can't
get an erection that's even close to hard. I think my prostate is
bruised. Would you be upset if we didn't have sex today?"
"I'm sorry, I guess I was a little too rough last night."
"You were GREAT last night. I THOROUGHLY enjoyed it. I was hoping for
a repeat performance today, actually, but I don't think it would be a
good idea."
I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. "Can you spare some
cover? It's December, after all."
"Not for long. Tomorrow is New Years."
"I should stay around tonight, then, and bring in New Years right,
with my honey."
"And I should be ready tomorrow, for a GREAT start of a new year!"
We had breakfast, this time eggs and toast. During breakfast, Alison
brought up News Years Eve plans.
Apparently she had told Suzy from the leather shop that she'd attend
her New Years Eve party out at her big house in Villanova. Being a
party of Suzy's, leather is a requirement for admission.
I pointed out to Alison that the only leather I owned was the recent
set of pants she purchased for me, and those have a big hole in the
crotch, hardly the kind of thing to wear to a party. But, Alison was
already one step ahead, as usual.
She went into the bedroom and came back with an item that could only
be described as a misshapen rubber sock. The open end featured a draw
string. The closed end had another string tied to it. I surmised that
this would be covering my manhood during the party, yet expose
everything about it to the other guests. I wasn't mistaken.
Alison put it on me. My cock and balls went into the sock, and then
the drawstring was pulled. The sock was ingeniously made. The string
was routed though channels inside the sock, which pulled the sock from
an amorphous blob into two parts: shaft and balls. Suddenly, the sock
turned into a cock!
Tying off the drawstring at the base of my cock made it work like a
cock ring. I'd stay "up" until I untied the string. The rubber was
tight enough to show the full outline of my cock, from the size of my
balls, to the girth of my head. The string on the end was a mystery
until Alison told me that it was used to hold my "package" against my
pants, so that I wasn't walking around "pointing".
After some discussion about what kind of "party" this was, and being
assured it wasn't an orgy, I agreed with Alison's plan to attend.
She let me take off the sock, but disappointed me by not offering to
relieve my "stiffness".
In preparation for the party, Alison gave me a complete lesson on
girls like her. She explained the difference between drag queens,
transsexuals, transgenders, androgony, and gay men in a way that made
perfect sense to me.
At the end, she dropped the bombshell that all the "girls" at this
party would not have vaginas in their pants. Suzy's New Years Eve
party was for girls like Suzy and Alison, their lovers, and admirers.
Alison had gone twice before, without a date either time.
Alison and I spent the afternoon washing the sheets, and putting them
back on the bed. We washed the towels twice to get out the blood
stains, both mine and Alison's. By the time we finished, it was time
for dinner. We ate, and then we got dressed.
Alison wore her corset, long gloves, newly purchased ECD, leather
panties, mini skirt, and the black boots. Alison required help with
the ECD, and I obliged, getting to see how the whole "tucking" process
was accomplished. When she was all tucked, and the panties in place,
she looked like a girl down there. Amazing!
I wore the leather pants and the only shirt I had with me. Alison made
sure to take her time putting the sock on me, adjusting it this way
and that, tightening, loosening, re-tightening, and fussing with it so
it would be "perfect". She tied the end string off in an unused button
hole at the top of the pants, obviously placed there for this very
purpose. Alison looked hot, and I think I did also. She ran her hand
over my erection, and gave a little sigh.
When we arrived at the party, I was amazed at the house. Suzy had real
money. I guess the leather business was good.
When we came in, after putting our coats in the coat closet, Alison
went over to a table next to the door. On it were piles of ribbons.
"At this party, the girls wear a ribbon for their sexual preference.
Blue means you want a husband who will poke you. Purple means you want
a husband who you will poke. Red means you want another tranny. White
means you're asexual, you don't want sex at all. Black means you're
pansexual, you'll do it with anyone. I think it would be accurate if I
wore both blue and purple. Is that ok with you?"
"Yes, but isn't that an advertisement for other men to approach you?"
"No, it's not an invitation. It's more of an annoucement, since the
girls here are of so many differing orientations." I put the ribbons
on her left arm, and we walked into the main hall.
"One more thing. Keep your string tied to your waist. If you're
untied, it means that you're open for people touching without asking."
"Oh, thanks for the heads up." I began to wonder about whether the
party really wasn't an orgy.
Girls were everywhere! Some were classic beauties like Alison, some
were average looking, some were downright scary. The downright scary
girls seemed to be more common. Also very common were red ribbons.
Most of the girls had red ribbons on exclusively. There were very few
men.
"Not a lot of men here." I pointed out.
"Most men don't want to be seen on the street with a tranny unless
she's passable, like me. So, when it comes to this party, they don't
get invitations unless they're a 'significant other' or a long time
lover. You'll see more men in the other rooms. Why your sudden
interest in men?"
"Just an observation. I'm enjoying looking at all the girls, myself.
No interest in men, at all."
"Glad to hear it. There's Suzy. We should say hello." Alison said,
grabbing my hand and pulling me along.
We walked across the main hall, which was much bigger than Alison's
entire apartment, to say hello.
"Hi Suzy, you remember George from yesterday, right?"
Suzy turn around. She was wearing 5" heels, which put her height just
under 6 feet. She had on a bustier, but didn't fill it the way Alison
filled hers out. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts. Sticking
straight out the front was what could only be described as a monster
cock. My jaw dropped at the sight.
"George, you must like what you see... Alison, did you tell him about
the touch rule?"
"Part of it."
"George, the touch rule is this. If you're poking out, anyone can
touch. In fact, it's considered rude not to touch when you meet
someone who is poking. If you're tied upward, the rule is that someone
has to ask permission to touch, and has to stay on the exposed side.
It would be polite to accept a touch from anyone who meets your
orientation."
I looked at her arm. Blue ribbon. She wants a husband to poke her.
"So, welcome to my party, George and Alison. I'm sure you'll have a
good time tonight. George, your pants are very nice. Is that all you
in there? May I touch?"
"Alison, I'll defer this one to you."
"George, it's ok. It's part of the party. You aren't going to an
upstairs room with her, so let her touch and see how magnificant you
really are down there."
"Suzy, I'm a little embarassed. Could we not do this in the middle of
the room?"
"Certainly. I don't want my guests to be ill at ease. Come over here."
We followed her over to the corner. She ended up against the wall. She
grabbed me by my pants waist and pulled me close to her. I felt her
hand running up and down my sheath, and her other hand feeling the
size of my balls. "Wow. You weren't kidding. Alison, he must tear you
up! He's really thick. And these balls are huge. I'll bet he's tasty,
too. Hmmm...."
"Suzy, he's mine. I'm not sharing. Get that out of your head."
"Sorry, Alison, I wasn't suggesting sharing. He's so delightfully big.
I wish I could find a man like him."
"Yes, he's a catch. George, you should thank her. That would be
polite."
Suzy had a grip on me that told me she didn't want to let go. I
reached out for her. "I think you said it would be rude not to feel
you, since you're not tucked up." and gave the head a hard squeeze,
figuring it would break her grip on me.
"Silly boy. I'm a chinese girl. There's no way that all of that is me.
Give me your hand." She let go of my shaft, and I put my hand in hers.
She released her grip on my balls. Her hand pulled my hand down the
full length of the shaft of her protruding cock. When I reached the
balls, I suddenly felt skin. She had some kind of trick sock on. Her
cock landed in my hand. It was short, but hard. Not very thick,
either. Her other hand went around my waist and pulled me in close. I
squeezed her cock, and did a short stroke against my palm. She smiled.
"You touch me like you know me."
I stroked her cock in my hand. "Suzy, I wanted to thank you for the
trick you played on me yesterday with the worship pants." I stroked
her harder. Suzy's breathing was becoming shallow, and her eyes were
beginning to glaze over. My hand work was being appreciated. "Alison
and I used them yesterday. Notice the purple ribbon she's got on? It's
because those pants turned me into a guy who loves to suck tranny cock
and drink tranny come." Suzy's head dropped onto my chest. Her
breathing was becoming ragged. "After 2 hours, she had to let me out
because she had come so much, she had no more to give me." She was
starting to buck against my hand. "I've appreciated this opportunity
for a chat." and stepped back. Her cock was small, hard, dark, and
hairless, and protruding from the bottom of her shorts. I turned to
Alison, expecting to catch hell. She was smiling.
"Suzy, you're incorrigable. You're still playing that trick on first
timers? (laugh)"
"Your boyfriend is one of the first to play it against me. He's good
with his hands." Suzy opined, as she tucked her cock back into her
shorts. "Care to go upstairs and finish what you've started?"
"Sorry, Suzy, I'm with Alison."
"George, Let's go meet people." and with that Alison grabbed my arm
and pulled me into an adjoining room. "George, if we're going to be a
couple, there's no 'meet me in an upstairs room', ok?"
"Absolutely. I didn't suggest it. She did. I'm with you, and only
you."
Alison introduced me to literally dozens of girls. Most were wearing
red and one was wearing black. There were almost no blue or purple in
the rooms. I got a lot of "nice pants" comments, but no requests to
touch, since these girls knew I was with Alison, and therefore
unavailable. Alison got a number of "great outfits" and "I see you've
finally found Mr Right" from different girls.
Alison took me down to the wine cellar. The scene down there was quite
different than upstairs. In the wine cellar were mostly girls wearing
purple, and a bunch of limp wristed guys. As the girls were all
wearing it down, I was obliged to give a feel to each one. For those
who asked, I allowed a touch back. Alison was behind me the whole way,
introducing me to each girl in turn. When we left the cellar, Alison
said to me "See, there are some guys here. Did you enjoy the girls
there?"
"Well, some were a little too butch for me, but overall they were a
nice bunch."
"Let me take you to the library. I think you'll like these girls
better." and led me to the far end of the house. The girls in the
library were all wearing blue, no protruding or tied up anything
visible. In short, they looked like real girls wearing leather. "Untie
yourself. Give these girls a treat."
I untied, and Alison led me around the room. Touching ran the gamut of
a gentle squeeze to a girl who refused to let go until Alison
intervened. I got a lot of "Oh, it's all real!" kind of comments.
There were a few guys in this room also. Thankfully, the 'down touch'
rule didn't apply to other men.
When we finally made the circuit of the room, Alison pointed to a love
seat by the fire. It seemed so romantic, and we took up position on
it. People came and went in the room, and I spent a lot of time
standing up to be introduced to the girls. Alison told me to stay
untied, so I got a touch from every one.
She was showing me off, and I was enjoying the attention. Eventually,
we started to get a little hot from being near the fire. Alison went
to get us drinks.
When she returned, she was speaking to a young black girl. The girl
was tall and thin, and was wearing blue and purple. Alison handed me
my drink over my shoulder, and the black girl came around in front of
me. She was a little too close for me to stand up.
"George, let me introduce Tanya."
Tanya was wearing down. And that didn't begin to describe what was
right in front of my face. The girl was HUGE. Not even erect and she
had to be larger than me! Huge balls, too. I made a motion to get up,
and she backed off. "Nice pants Tanya. May I ask if that's all you?"
She giggled and put her hands to her breasts "These are foam," and
then put her hand on the monster in the sheath, "and this is real. I
see you're wearing down, too. So, you know it's ok to touch." and then
she reached out and grabbed me hard. "Nice, Alison must enjoy this
immensely."
Alison chimed in "I do. George, don't be rude."
I reached out and took hold of her rubber covered snake. It was hot. I
gave it a slight pull, and held on. It began to grow. I started to
take my hand away and Tanya said "No, wait a minute. You might as well
feel it erect."
It didn't take a minute, as her monster grew to be at least 2 1/2"
around, and 10"+ long.
"Wow, that's some clit you've got there Tanya" I enthused.
"Oh, I call it a cock, but I'm just starting to be a girl. This is my
first party."
"Mine too." I added.
"I've wanted to be a girl for years, but never had the courage until I
went away to college. Now I'm 'livin the life'"
"What's your biggest problem?" I queried.
"Men. Men don't want skinny black girls. When I started to wear the
falsies, I started to get attention. My doctor says that it'll take a
few years for me to grow my own breasts, and even then, they're going
to be small, because I'm so thin. I'm getting implants in a few weeks
to hurry along my transformation."
"You're moving quick" interjected Alison.
"But I'm still boyfriend deprived. It seems like I go to a tranny club
and can't find a decent guy. The guys I've met don't want me to do
them, or they don't want to do me. (addressing Alison) I see you're
wearing purple and blue, and have a boyfriend. How did you guys meet?"
"It took me years to find George. He was my sister's boyfriend and she
moved away for college. I tricked him into sleeping with me. Now he's
only interested in girls like me."
"No, that's not true, Alison. I'm only interested in you."
Alison leaned over the back of the love seat and said "Then you can
let go of Tanya."
I hadn't given it a thought that I was still holding onto her monster
cock. But, she was still holding onto me, too. I laughed, Tanya
laughed, Alison laughed. We both released our grip on each other. I
sat back down, and Alison sat down next to me. Tanya sat on the arm of
the love seat and tied herself in the up position. "No sense in
inviting people over who only want to touch it. You'd think no one
ever saw a girl with a big one before" and we all laughed again.
We talked for a long time, with Tanya sitting next to me. Each time
she spoke, I had to remember to look up at her, and not just turn my
head. Because, when I turned my head, all I saw was her huge cock. It
was a bit disconcerting, and it was making me horny. Alison gave Tanya
her phone number and an invitation to come over for brunch on New
Years Day. Tanya accepted. I saw our planned day of love-making to be
completely derailed. Not that Tanya wasn't a nice girl, but I was
looking forward to the sex.
After Tanya left, I confronted Alison about it. She told me that Tanya
obviously needs a friend to get through her transformation, and
Alison, having been through it, felt obliged to help her out.
I confessed that Tanya's cock made me super horny, and I was doing my
best to not strip Alison of her panties and suck her right here in the
library. Alison told me that Tanya's cock had the same effect on her,
but, thankfully, the ECD had done its job.
Alison led me upstairs to a bedroom. We grabbed at each other's
clothes, removing the parts covering my cock and her clit, and fell
onto the bed in our first 69. We battled to see who could give each
other the greatest blow job, and I lost. I filled her mouth about 10
seconds before she filled mine.
As we lay there in the warm afterglow of sex in someone else's bed,
the door opened and Suzy came in. She began to clap. "Bravo. Now, get
your butts downstairs. It's almost midnight." and then left the room.
We both looked at each other and burst into laughter.
We put ourselves back together and rushed downstairs to sing Ald Lang
Syne with the 100 guests who assembled in the main hall, then grabbed
our coats and left for home.
Once we got home, we got out of the leather, and hopped into bed buck
naked to cuddle and sleep. Each of us had roving hands that night, and
it took a while to actually get to sleep.
10. New Years Day with Tanya
The next morning, I wanted to plow Alison again, but when I started to
lube her, she said she was still sore. I could understand that.
We ended up doing a very casual and sensual horizontal mambo on the
bed, shifting positions constantly to kiss and suck on the other's
sensitive parts. By the time we had each come, I in her mouth, she in
mine, we had consumed most of the morning.
"When is Tanya coming over?" I asked
"Brunch. That's usually 11 or 12 o'clock."
"It's 10:30 now. I was hoping we could get a shower."
"Hey, if she arrives and I'm still drying my hair, so be it. But, I
don't want you coming out of the shower naked. This apartment is a
no-flashing zone. (laugh)"
We took our shower together, dried each other off, and got dressed. I
read the morning newspaper. No Tanya.
"Alison, it's Noon. We haven't eaten and Tanya's not here. Could we at
least start breakfast?"
"She might have gotten cold feet. Let's eat."
Alison prepared us a huge meal of quiche, sausage, bacon, and
pancakes. Still no Tanya.
"Alison, she's not coming. It's 1:30" I began, just as the doorbell
rang.
Tanya was late because she spent longer getting ready than she
expected, and then got lost on the way. She was wearing a tight dress
which made her foam-filled upper figure prominent. The lower dress,
where it went over her hips was loose, since she had a flat butt. I
could see why Alison saw her as a "work in progress". We had a great
afternoon together, talking. They made plans to get together to do
some shopping for a wardrobe for Tanya the next day. I was not invited
to shopping. I was, however, invited to take them out for dinner at a
local casual dining place the day after, where Tanya would wear one of
her new outfits.
Tanya finally left around dinner time. After she was gone, Alison and
I had a naked romp around her living room, ending with her bent over
the coffee table in a rather provocative pose. Asking her to hold the
pose, I grabbed up the KY and a towel from the bedroom, and returned,
only to find she had left the living room for the kitchenette. She
came around the Island holding the frying pan over her most secret
place. As I approached, she lifted the frying pan away, to reveal she
had run a line of whipped cream down her clit. "Clean me first, then
take me like an animal."
I took a full minute to make sure every bit of the whipped cream was
off, with her squirming the whole time. I then bent her over the
Island, squirted my cock with KY, and eased myself in slowly. She
tensed up, and cried out as I hit bottom. I pulled out and shot a line
of KY directly into her bowels, and quickly replaced my cock in her
love hole. The extra lube was welcomed, as she began to buck back
against me. I held her hips and pummelled her for a few minutes, and
then I couldn't hold back. I shot my come deep into her as I slammed
her against the island. She was holding on, completely out of breath.
When I withdrew, I could see her come had shot all over the side of
the island, and a puddle of come was on the linoleum floor. I turned
her around, knelt down, and cleaned her beautiful cock of the come
which was still dripping from her. She didn't get erect.
She looked down at me. "George, my insides hurt, my clit is soft, and
my bowels are on fire. THAT'S the way I like to feel when you're
done."
"I try my best to please, my lady. Let's get you cleaned up."
Her legs were like rubber as I helped her into the bathroom. For
modesty sake, I left her to purge her bowels by herself. We took a
shower together, and she announced it was time for me to go home. I
was to call her tomorrow evening, after she returned from shopping
with Tanya.
11. Shopping Day
I called at the appointed hour, and Alison picked up the phone on the
first ring.
"George, we had a great day shopping. We got Tanya a couple of outfits
that look great on her, an outfit for me that I know you'll love, and
a small gift for you, too."
I inquired about the gift, but there was no detail forthcoming "a
surprise".
We talked about everything and everything, and eventually we both
became tired and bid each other good night.
Alison gave me the time to meet them at the restaurant. Tanya and
Alison would go together in Tanya's car.
"Nothing wrong with your car, George, except it only has 2 seats and
no heat."
We both laughed, and bid each other a good night's sleep.
12. Dinner with Tanya
We met at the restaurant. Tanya and Alison were late, as expected.
Both were wearing their new outfits.
Alison's was a leather suit-like jacket, no blouse underneath, over
top of her mini skirt and boots. A chain with 3 pearls hanging off it,
vertically, completed the ornament. The 3 pearls dangling vertically
pointed directly into her ample cleavage.
Tanya wore a red sweater over top of a black camisole. A good bra
completed the top. Her thin hips were holding up a pair of tight black
jeans which pushed her small butt into a delectible feminine shape.
She was wearing short heels on her feet. She twirled to give me the
full view. It was about as good as it gets, given the lack of feminine
fat on Tanya.
"Nice outfit Tanya. I like the jeans. Your booty looks delish in them.
Alison, you're such a tease. I have to watch your cleavage all through
dinner. How am I going to eat? (laugh) I wholeheartedly approve of
your new outfits!"
We had an uneventful dinner. Conversation was light hearted until
Tanya turned to the topic of virginity.
Alison explained her desire to remain a virgin until she found the
right guy who would go both ways with her.
Tanya, who said she was a complete virgin, never sucked anyone, and no
one ever in her pants, felt that she should consider sleeping around,
getting one thing from one guy, and other things from other guys.
Alison was quite forceful, and told her that, in her opinion, just
because you can be a slut, doesn't make you any more desired by men
who want to be with you as your companion. She put me on the spot. I
hadn't chimed in on the topic.
But, I agreed with Alison. Find a guy who will please you, sexually,
and who you can have a life with. Girls who become sluts tend to look
like girls who are sluts, and nice guys won't want them for anything
other than sex.
Tanya said she was the impatient type, but would try Alison's method
of finding Mr Right before taking down her pants.
After dinner, I drove Alison home. She said that Tanya is really a
spoiled brat, and would be curtailing any future time together.
That was fine with me. I had my suspicions about Tanya's motivation
anyway.
I wondered, out loud, "What kind of virgin goes to a party like Suzy's
and let's it down for everyone to touch?"
"That was my idea. I asked her to do it for you. I knew you'd enjoy
it, and I think she did also. She had it tied up when I saw her at the
bar and probably had spent all night turning down touch offers."
"How did you get her to agree? She came in with it down."
"I told her I had a hot boyfriend with a big one, and she'd get to
touch his if he got to touch hers. Once she saw I had on purple and
blue, I guess she figured my boyfriend might also be her kind of guy."
We drove the rest of the way in silence. Alison said she was tired. We
kissed goodnight, made plans for Friday, and parted company.
The next few weeks were sheer bliss. We got together regularly, did
things together, spent a lot of time together, and had wild sex every
time we got near each other. School began, and then we had to we make
plans for a special weekends together. I'd show up on Friday and leave
Sunday.Trying to get together each night would put a crimp on our
academic lives, since we were both intent on keeping up our grade
point averages. Several months of weekend bliss ensued. By the time
the school year was ending in early May, we were talking about moving
in together. The first non-school weekend was going to be our blow-out
weekend.
13. Friday in May
Alison met me at her door. She was wearing the red nightgown, her
collar, and her ECD. The bottle of KY was in her other hand. "I need
you in the bedroom NOW. Get it out, Get it up, and Get it IN!" I took
her from above. She wrapped her legs around me and rode. She climbed
on top and rode. She bumped back at me while I doggied her. Her unruly
clit was harnessed inside the ECD. Come dribbled from the end of the
ECD tube as I fucked her. We began like animals, and ended with the
most tender love-making of our relationship in a spoon position. I
stayed inside until I grew flaccid and fell out, my arm around her,
held by her hands. I pulled the comforter up, and we fell asleep.
14. Saturday in May
"GET UP" she yelled. "Look at the bed!" The bed had a huge brown wet
spot where we had laid. My thighs were wet. The comforter was also
soiled.
"Yuck." I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.
When I returned, she had the covers and comforter off the bed. The
mattress was wet, too.
"It'll dry out. We can speed it along with some kitty litter. And we
should wash the sheets and comforter sooner than later." I said,
hopefully.
I got dressed and went to the store for kitty litter and lysol.
When I returned, Alison had put on a pair of sweats and was stuffing
the sheets into trash bags. I spread out the kitty litter on the bed
stain, and sprayed around with lysol to cut the smell. We went to the
laundromat and washed and dried the bed clothes. When we returned, the
bed was still a little wet, so we just let it sit. We went out and had
lunch, then went out to the movies, and returned after having a pizza
for dinner. The bed was still wet.
Alison whined "I can't sleep on a wet bed. We'll have to go to your
place."
"My place is at my parent's house, remember? Just like your parent's
wouldn't let me stay in your bedroom, my parent's would throw a
similar fit."
"A motel?"
"No money, how about you?"
"No. I guess you'll have to go home. I'll sleep on my sofa."
"Alison, your sofa is a love seat. You're a foot taller than it is
long."
"The floor is too hard. I'll call Tanya. I think I remember her saying
she's got a 2 bedroom apartment and no roomie."
"I don't want you sleeping at Tanya's alone. I have suspicions about
her motives."
"You can come be my body guard. I'm sure Tanya wouldn't mind."
"I guess sex at Tanya's is out of the question. We couldn't be
corrupting her."
"No, you're right. But it's only for the night. We can come back here
and be wild again tomorrow morning."
Alison called Tanya. Tanya said ok, and we piled in my car with some
overnight essentials. Tanya lived in a nice building. We had to go
through a buzzer system to get inside. Her apartment was very
tastefully decorated, and large.
"Tanya, how do you afford this? You're a student."
"My Dad is a doctor. I'm his only child. He gives me anything I want.
This is his most recent gift." and I look over to see that Tanya is
holding her breasts.
"Your Dad gave you breast implants?" Alison said, clearly incredulous.
"He wrote the check after I told him if he didn't, I would never speak
to him again. He's accepted my choice to be a girl. He even gave me a
gift certificate for a woman's shoe store for my birthday."
"Shoes, the drug of choice for tranny girls" chuckled Alison, who was
then joined in laughter by Tanya.
"Let me show you the spare room." Tanya said as she led us down a
short hall "Bathroom there. Close the door when you're inside, leave
it open when you're not.... And, here we are." The bedroom looked like
something out of house beautiful. Four poster bed, tons of pillows,
curtains on the windows, very nice.
"You have good taste. This is a beautiful room" I directed at our
host.
"I bought everything in the Macy's display window. I'm not that
clever. (laugh) Extra sheets and blankets are in the closet, should
you need them. It's kind of late, but if you want something to drink,
there's booze in the kitchen."
"I think we'd just like to get some sleep, but thanks, anyway. We
appreciate your hospitality." Alison quickly answered.
Tanya bid us good night and closed the door on her way out. The two of
us looked around the room in wonderment. I opened a drawer. Inside was
nothing. I opened another. Nothing inside there either. This really is
her guest room. I hopped onto the bed. "Too bad, this bed would be
great for sex. Look at the posts!"
"Quiet down. I brought cuffs." and with that, she pulled out the
cuffs. "and a new mask with a smaller gag. We couldn't have you making
noise while I give you the sucking of your life, now could you?"
"Alison, lock the door and get your butt over here, you minx!"
Alison proceeded to tie me spread eagled to the bed, and then fitted
the mask. The dildo gag was smaller, as promised, but still effective.
This mask had no eye holes. I was literally in the dark. A moment
later she was on the bed, and a moment after that she was stroking me
with her tongue. She took her time, and eventually I could stand no
more. I flooded her mouth with come. She got off the bed, then
immediately back on near my head to release my mask. She had trouble
with the zipper, and it took a minute to get it off. She left me tied
up, laid down on top, and pulled up the comforter.
"Like that?"
"Yes, you were great as usual. I'd like to return the favor now..."
"No, you suck too loud and make other noises when I come. Let's just
go to sleep."
"What do you mean, other noises?"
"You moan and make slurping sounds. It's great, but I don't want Tanya
to be hearing that." She released the cuffs and we cuddled up together
on the bed, falling asleep quickly.
15. Sunday in May
The next morning, I woke to find Alison gone. I threw on my pants and
shirt and went to the bathroom, relieving my full bladder. The
bathroom was another showplace. I wandered out of the bathroom and
heard noises from the only remaining door in the hall, which had to be
Tanya's room. I turned in the other direction, hoping to find Alison
in the living room or kitchen, but she was not there.
FUCK! I stormed down the hall and threw open the door without
knocking. Tanya and Alison were sitting on a similar 4 poster bed,
both wearing sweats, eating cereal, and watching TV.
"Sorry, I heard wierd noises and couldn't find either of you."
"Oh, that's the TV. Come over and join us on the bed, but first, put
these cereal bowls on the dresser." Alison said. I took the bowls over
to the dresser, then turned and got on the bed next to Alison. Tanya
was kind of between us, but behind us. I turned to the TV.
"OH MY GOD." The TV showed Tanya sucking a cock. She was doing quite
well at it too.
"I think he's about to come. Watch my expression." narrated Tanya. The
cock was deep in her mouth, but you could see the vein pumping just
before it disappeared between her brown lipsticked lips. "Very tasty.
I enjoyed it a lot." she added. We watched Tanya holding the cock in
her mouth for another 30 seconds before Alison got up and turned off
the TV. "Did you notice the lipstick ring on his cock? I wonder if he
even noticed later?"
"I'll bet he didn't." added Alison.
"We could find out..." said Tanya.
"Ok, is there a bet involved?" asked Alison
"Sure, why not? How about the pants you bought a few weeks ago on our
shopping trip?"
"Ok. If you lose, you give me the tape."
"Ok. It's a deal" said Tanya
"George, pull down your pants. I need to see if there's a lipstick
ring on your cock."
"WHAT?!!?!?!?" I screamed. "Why would there be a lipstick ring on my
cock?"
"Because that was you in the video. Tanya and I shot it last night."
"Alison, this is REALLY BAD. You should have asked me before you did
it."
"Would you have allowed Tanya to suck on your cock as her first if I
asked nicely?"
"Perhaps, with restrictions."
"Ok, There. Pull down your pants. It's not like Tanya hasn't seen it
before."
"I don't need to. I didn't clean it off this morning. If that was me,
the lipstick will still be there."
"I WON, I WON, I WON!" Tanya jibed as she jumped around the bed.
"I guess, Alison, that you owe her a pair of pants." I joked at
Alison.
"Not quite. Remember the gift I mentioned we bought that day, the one
you never got?"
"I thought the green teddy you bought for yourself was the 'gift' for
me. I do enjoy it every time you wear it...'"
"No, we bought a pair of leather pants for Tanya."
"I don't understand the bet. She bought the pants for herself, but the
bet was for pants?" I queried.
Tanya was pulling black leather out of her bottom dresser drawer. Her
ass was pressing against the material of her sweats. It was quite a
sight. "Here it is!" chimed in Tanya. "When do you think you'll be
ready to do it?" She was looking at me. She opened up the folded
pants. They were worship pants.
"Alison, if you put your head in those pants, I will be gone before
she comes the first time and you'll never see me again."
"George, you're confused. I was betting that you would have to wear
them."
"No. Definitely not." I put my foot down.
"Tanya, show him." Alison ordered.
Tanya removed her shirt. Her carmel colored skin had a fine bead of
sweat on it. Her breasts, previously quite small, were nearly
identical in shape and size to Alison's.
Alison leaned toward me and said "She had breast implants to match
mine."
Tanya slipped off the bed, turned, and dropped her pants. Her butt
looked fuller. Alison said "And butt implants, which I didn't even
know they made, to make her rear view as fuckable as any playboy
centerfold. In case you didn't notice, she's also had her adam's apple
removed, and cheek implants. Do you like it?"
I was looking, wide eyed at Tanya, as she pushed her hair back over
her back and then turn to me. A huge lump was in my throat. This girl
was a triumph of plastic surgery. She turned. Her huge cock was erect,
the balls beneath gigantic. The head was purple, the shaft a medium
brown. I had never seen a more beautiful cock, or a more beautiful
girl. I couldn't speak.
Alison answered for me "He's speechless. I've seen this before. Put on
the pants. He'll do it."
Tanya put on the pants while Alison stripped me. My cock was
disobediently rock hard. Alison pointed out the lipstick for Tanya.
Tanya laid down on the bed, and Alison brought me to the mask.
"George, I appreciate you doing this for Tanya. After this weekend, I
think you'll be a changed man."
I wondered what she meant, but opened my mouth wide to accept Tanya.
The spongy head filled my mouth. I immediately began to move my head
across the side, and down the shaft. Tanya was squirming. It was
Alison who broke the moment: "George, put it back in your mouth so I
can zip you up."
I, once again, took the big head into my mouth. My tongue moved over
it like a snake. It was gigantic. My hands were being cuffed to
Tanya's hands, presumably by Alison. I did my best to prevent Tanya
from pushing my head down on her. With her size, I would be suffocated
if it even came near my throat.
Tanya didn't last long, 2 or 3 minutes. All too soon I felt her back
arch and the head expand. Jets of hot come poured into my mouth. Some
shot straight into my throat. She came and came. I swallowed and
swallowed. When no more was coming, her cock began to shrink.
I kept my mouth glued to her cock. Soon, I had some of the softening
shaft in my mouth and I began to move my tongue over her in circular
patterns. She began to inflate again. Soon, I could no longer do
circles, because her head had filled my mouth once again. I lay there
with her fat head in my mouth and relaxed. Soon enough, I was going to
start sucking again, and soon enough, she would come again.
After 90 minutes, Alison unzipped my mask and released me. Tanya had
come twice. Her come coated the inside of my mouth, and some had,
unfortunately, run out the sides of my mouth and coated my face. She
was salty, not as sweet or tasty as Alison.
Alison kissed me and remarked on the taste, so different from hers or
mine.
I removed the pants from Tanya, who was now exhausted and laying on
askew on the bed.
Alison pulled off her own sweats, hopped into bed with us, and pulled
up the cover as we all took a nap together. I laid in the middle, my
two tranny lovers on either side. It was heaven.
I awoke to the phone ringing. Tanya hopped up to get it, shaking her
new shakable parts as she ran down the hall to the living room. I
looked over at Alison, who was likewise awake.
"George, you're a mess. You've got dried come all over your chin and
your hair is all matted down."
"Gee, Alison, I wonder how that happened? I suppose the next bet will
involve my ass, right?"
"No, you're ass is mine. You know that I don't really consider oral to
be sex."
"But I do."
"I remember how horny you were at the party months ago. Now that she's
more a girl, I figured it was time for her to get her first taste of a
guy, and visa-versa. Until last night, she was an oral virgin."
"I don't want to be lent out to other girls. PERIOD. I'm not a toy. I
went along with this because I like Tanya. She's a nice girl,
just...I'm with you. She's not half the girl you are."
"No, but her clit is twice the size of mine. I thought guys liked
girls with big clits. (laugh)"
"Hers is really too big for the worship pants. It would have been a
lot more enjoyable without them."
"Ok. The next time I find a virgin who needs your attention, I'll make
sure that you approve before I make any bets. And, I'll make sure
she's got a little one if the bet involves worship pants. (laugh)"
Tanya walked back in as we were sitting there laughing. Still
completely naked, she was stunning. The plastic surgeon had worked a
miracle with her boobs and butt. She had a perfect figure now. And,
yes, her clit, now only semi-erect, hung down, giving both Alison and
I a delightful view.
"Alison, Suzy's on the phone. She called to ask me to dinner to meet
her boyfriend. I told her I was in bed with you and George, and she
said to ask you if you wanted to come too."
I moaned, and Alison hit me in the side.
"Tell Suzy we'll be there! She's been trying to find a guy for years.
If she's introducing us, she must think he's the one!" interjected
Alison.
"Alison, She said if you said yes, she wanted to talk to you before
you came over."
Alison left the room, and Tanya hopped back into bed with me. Her hand
was in my lap immediately. "What, you're not happy to see me?" she
said as she grabbed my semi-erect cock.
"Tanya, I had a great time earlier, but I'm not comfortable with
playing while Alison isn't here. We're a couple." I pulled my now
erect cock from her hands. "Besides, I was just told that I need to
wash someone's come off my face."
"Sorry about that. You know how excited you get when you're
experiencing something for the first time. Plus, Alison told me to
jerk off two or three times a day, every day, for the last week, but
not to jerk off at all yesterday, in order to build up a big reserve
of come. Did you find it exciting?"
"Yes, Very. I told Alison that the pants were overkill, though. I
think it would have been a lot more fun for me to do it without them."
"Alison told me that she got you with the pants the first time. I
thought it might be fun for you to re-live that with another virgin."
"Alison isn't hung like a horny elephant, like you are." I countered.
"She's pretty much average sized."
Alison came back into the room. Her clit and nipples were hard.
Obviously something Suzy said got her excited. "Suzy's boyfriend won't
acknowlege she has a clit. She needs our help to make him understand
she needs his attention there occasionally." Alison got back into bed.
"All the time I was on the phone, I was thinking how thoughtful George
has been to me. As you see, it's had an effect. (laugh)"
"Don't let ME stop you." laughed Tanya, who moved to the corner of the
bed to give us room.
Alison added "Dinner is at 7pm." and twisted her body around to get
into a 69 with me. I was a little embarassed about doing it there with
Tanya on the bed, but so horny being presented Alison's lovely clit,
that I couldn't stop myself. Again, neither of us lasted very long. It
was over in less than 10 minutes. It must have been the "Tanya
factor".
Amazingly, when we were done, Tanya was stroking her semi-erect
monster. "Hey, I came twice in the last hour and a half! Give me a
break!"
We all had a good laugh, and then showered together. The shower was a
little small for three, but the intimacy meant that you didn't know
who was washing who with a wash cloth. We all came out "squeeky
clean".
Tanya took us to lunch at the local Friday's, and we went into the
mall there to Victoria's Secret to look at lingerie. The girl behind
the counter was overjoyed when Tanya and Alison brought up over $400
in nightware, and asked who the "lucky guy" was. Both girls pointed to
me, standing over by the exit, and all three of them had a good laugh
over it. As we drove home, we discussed various ways to correct Suzy's
boyfriends' view of her "extra equipment".
16. Dinner at Suzy's
We arrived at Suzy's house at dusk. She met us at the door and led us
to the library, where she introduced us to her boyfriend, Robert "call
me Rob", the sales girl from her store Carol, Carol's girlfriend
Sarah, an androgenous person named Sam, and an oriental tranny named
Jenny. As we were the last to arrive, the collective group departed
the library immediately for the dining room. I was seated between
Alison and Tanya, with Carol next to Tanya, Sarah on the end of the
table, Sam, Jenny, and Rob across from us, and Suzy at the head of the
table next to Alison. I wasn't surprised when a girl wearing a leather
maid's outfit came out of the kitchen carrying plates of salad. Suzy
said "Everyone, this is Tomasina, my maid. She used to be Tom, but
she's had the big snip." Tomasina blushed, said nothing, served the
salad, and left.
Through the salad and main courses, we chit chatted about current
affairs and weather. During the dessert course, Carol turned to Sarah
and said something. Sarah went under the table. Soon enough, Carol
tilted her head back and looked like she was having a very good time.
I was appalled, as was Alison. Tanya looked like she was shell
shocked. In less than a minute, Sarah was back at the table, wiping
her mouth. Rob, equally shocked, blurted out "What just happened
here?"
Before Sarah or Carol could say anything, Suzy interjected "Sarah is
Carol's toilet slave. Carol was just showing off." Turning her head to
Carol, "That was rude. Not everyone knows your relationship. Plus, I
don't want pee on my dining room furniture!"
This time it was Sarah who responded. "I NEVER spill a drop."
Carol put her hand on Sarahs, to quiet her. "I won't do it again.
Sorry."
There was an uneasy quiet, then Alison said "And I was appalled when
thought Carol was getting a blow job!" The table erupted in laughter.
Even Carol and Sarah joined in.
Suzy said "Carol, why don't you tell us how you and Sarah connected.
It's a good story."
Carol began a long and rambling story which featured Sarah, whose
original name was Charles, propositioning Carol thinking she was a
girl for some water sports. Once Carol and Charles had done the deed,
Charles moved in. Over the last year, Charles has become submissive
Sarah.
When the story ended, it was Tanya who began a new subject. "I gave my
first blow job yesterday."
Suzy sat up high in her chair and leaned forward "Did you enjoy it?"
"Absolutely. I sucked him dry."
Suzy looked at me "Shall I guess who the lucky guy was?"
"Yes, Yes, I admit it. She and Alison tied me to the bed and had their
way with me while I was blindfolded!"
Suzy frowned "Alison, you told me that you had no intention of lending
out George for sex."
Alison responded "Oral sex isn't sex. I told you I wouldn't lend him
to you, because you'd want him to fuck you with his big cock."
I turned to Rob, who was thoroughly confused. "I'm sure you'd agree
with me that no one should be in your girl's pants but you, right?"
Rob snapped out of his daze "Of course."
"See, Rob agrees with me. I'll bet he thinks that oral sex is sex,
too, right?"
Rob chimed in, feeling he now had an ally "Yes, oral sex is sex. I
wouldn't want Suzy sucking some other guy's cock and then try to tell
me it isn't sex."
Tanya piped in "What about her cock? If someone sucked on her, would
it be sex?"
I jumped in "Of course, because it's in her pants."
Rob jumped in "I agree."
Tanya countered, addressing me, "So, by your logic, when George
sucked my cock and made me come twice this morning, it was sex?"
"I say yes, Alison says no. It's a stalemate." I explained.
Suzy leaned forward towards me "George, you sucked her until she came
TWICE?"
"Almost three times, but I couldn't stand it any longer and made him
stop." interjected Tanya
"Have you seen her? She's magnificant. She could make any guy want to
do it." I added.
"I know she's big." questioned Suzy. Rob was back in shock.
"She's over 10" long and over 2" around. The head on her monster is
gigantic, and I had to stretch my mouth to get it all in. Her balls
are like golf balls." I bragged.
Suzy sarcastically said "Golf balls?"
Tanya chimed in "Golf balls are an exaggeration. They're more like
cherry tomatoes or big grapes."
Jenny, previously silent, interjected "It's a shame you only date men
Tanya."
There was an awkward pause, and then Suzy said "I don't know if you
know, but I had my balls taken off."
Alison looked over, horrified, "Why did you do that?"
"I found a lump on one and the doctor said it might be cancer, and had
to come off. I figured while they were taking one, they might as well
take both. They cut the sack too, so I'm smooth down there."
I tossed in "When did this happen? At New Years, I seem to recall you
had balls?"
Rob was in shock again. I turned to him "At Suzy's party, she tricked
me into feeling her cock. I got her back though. I gave her a 30
second hand job that she'll never forget!"
Suzy leaned towards Rob, "George is very good with his hands." and
then, addressing the table "Did you know that Rob has never touched me
there?"
Alison looked at Rob and said "What? How could you ignore it?"
I interjected "Alison, trust me, it's quite small. I had all of it in
the palm of my hand. When I saw it, it was actually pretty attractive.
Now, without balls, it's probably even more attractive. He probably
just missed it."
Rob came around "No, I didn't miss it. I just don't want to touch it.
I'm not a fag."
I opened up on him "Rob, I'm not a fag either, but I attend to my
girl's needs."
Jenny chimed in "How would you like it if you got hot every night with
your lover and then she left you hanging? It wouldn't be pretty!"
I turned back to Rob, "Trust me. It's nothing. Once you touch her,
you'll see that it's REALLY no big deal. It's not like you get a sign
on your forehead that says 'fag' or something. No one would ever
suspect Suzy is anything but female. Touch her, jerk her off. If
you're daring, give it a kiss. If you're really daring, suck on it. I
NEVER touched or sucked cock until I started to go out with Alison,
and it's actually quite enjoyable to know that if you do something
right, she'll get huge amounts of pleasure from it. So, not only do I
touch, I suck, and I swallow."
Rob leaned back "Can we drop this?"
Alison said "Just one final word, from a girl with a large clit: If
you treat her right, she'll be yours forever. If you don't, you'll be
by yourself."
I threw in "I treat my girl right"
and Alison threw back "MORE than right."
The rest of the evening, which was spent in the library, was back to
non-sensitive topics. At the end of the night, Alison gave Jenny her
phone number, in case Jenny wanted some help with makeup, clothes, and
generally being a girl. Jenny seemed thankful. Sam turned out to be a
genetic girl, after all. She was Jenny's roommate, but not her lover.
Sam had sex only with Sam.
17. The Bet
We drove back to Tanya's. We made a bet on whether Rob would or
wouldn't, and when. I said tonight, Tanya said never, Alison said in
the next week. When we arrived back at Tanya's, I figured we would be
leaving to go back to Alison's. But, Alison and Tanya had other plans.
It seems that the wet bed episode was staged to get me here, no big
surprise there. Tanya had ordered Alison a new bed and mattress and
sheets and comforter just like the one in Tanya's room, to replace the
soiled mattress. It would be delivered on Monday. Thus, there was no
reason to go back to Alison's. While we didn't have sex that night, we
all slept together in Tanya's king sized 4 poster bed. Alison made me
sleep on one end, because she thought I might get confused in the
middle of the night and start spooning, or engaging in contact with,
Tanya. Tanya was disappointed, but understood.
The next morning we were awoken by the phone. Suzy again. Rob had come
around and touched her last night. In the end, he only held her as he
fucked her, but Suzy was hopeful there would be more. Having won the
bet, I got my winning wish.
Tanya was tied to the bed, her knees in the air, her butt elevated by
pillows, her hole visible. Alison was forced to film it. The camera
rolled. I began to lubricate Tanya, first with one finger, then two,
then three. Her hips rocked back and forth to the probe of my fingers.
I took her hard cock into my mouth, the head soft and spongy, with a
hardness underneath. I thrust my fingers against her prostate. I was
rewarded. Hot come shot into my mouth. She moaned. I swallowed. I
"milked" her for 20 minutes, until nothing more was coming. At the
end, she was delirious, yet still rock hard. I pulled my fingers from
her rectum, and cleaned them off. Moving my lips to her magnificant
breasts, I found her nipples were like rocks. I straddled her chest
and put my own hard cock between her breasts. Pulling them together
with my hands, I moved my cock between their delicious folds. When I
could stand no more, I moved my cock to her lips. She opened,
expecting me to thrust inside. Instead, I stroked it, once, twice,
three times, and then let forth a torrent of come. Most went into her
mouth, some struck her on the forehead, some pooled on her chin. I
dismounted.
Alison put down the camera and took my diminishing hardness into her
mouth to clean the last traces of come. Once she finished, We released
Tanya from her bonds. Tanya's hands immediately came to her face,
where she scooped up any remaining come and then licked her fingers
clean.
"So, is THAT what it's like to be fucked?" Tanya asked Alison.
Alison smiled a wry smile "No, it's even better than that."
"What, you didn't like that?" I asked, incredulously.
"I LOVED IT. I CAN'T imagine anything better than that!" Tanya turned
to me and said "Do you have any brothers or friends who'd like a girl
like me? If it's better than that, I'll never put clothes on again!"
We all took a shower again, although the "moment" was lost when Tanya
let out the longest fart I've ever heard. Her sphincter was so loose
that it was really loud, moreso due to the enclosed shower. Tanya was
mortified.
Alison told her to get used to it, since she be doing it a lot once
she began fucking in earnest.
We all laughed.
I offered to "plug the hole so nothing more could come out" and got a
smack.on the butt from Alison in jest. I knew my bounds...
18. Breaking in the New Bed
Alison and I got over to her apartment and started to pull apart the
bed. The mattress was permanently stained, after all. I pitied the
guys who had to remove it.
When the new bed came, it was a lot larger than Alison's old bed. It
took a lot of effort to turn it into the bedroom door, but, in the
end, it got installed in the bedroom.
Alison gave the two young guys a tip for taking the old mattress and
frame. When they left, I told her she already gave them a better tip:
she had not put on a bra, and the sweat created by all of us trying to
get the new mattress in place had soaked her pale yellow shirt. She
looked in the mirror. She looked like a wet-T-shirt contest winner.
I remarked that I was sure they each left with a woody in their pants.
Alison remarked that they weren't the only ones.
I lifted her shirt and found a lump in her panties. She hadn't
bothered to tuck that morning, and it was throbbing.
"Shall we break in the new bed?" I asked, as I pulled her erection out
the leg of her panties.
"Sure, put the cuffs on the bed, pile up some pillows in the middle,
and get your clothes off. I'll be right in."
I was standing by the bed when she came in. She stopped in the
bathroom and had shed her sweaty clothes into the laundry basket. She
had 2 big towels in her hand, which she spread over the pile of
pillows in the middle of the bed "We wouldn't want to soil a brand new
bed." she mused as she put the towels down.
I stood, waiting for her to assume a position bent over on the towels.
Instead, she turned and said "My turn now. You as-much had Tanya
today. Now I get mine."
She had only fucked me once, that first time. For the months since, I
had fucked her. This was unexpected. "On my back or stomach?" I
queried, knowing that she was going to fuck me good either way.
"I want to watch your face as I pound you. On your back, and be quick.
My clit is throbbing."
I assumed the position she requested, allowed her to cuff me, and then
enjoyed the ride. Several times I thought she was going to come, and
each time she stopped and removed herself. Eventually, she'd begin
again. After what seemed like hours, with my sphincter so beat that it
wouldn't close any longer, she left the bed, leaving me still tied.
When she returned, she had a large dildo. I recognized it as the one
Angela had used. She pushed it in deep, as there was no resistance at
all. She released my legs. They had cramped. I rolled a bit onto my
side. She held the dildo against my bruised prostate and threw her
legs over my head.
Expecting a shit and lube-covered clit, I turned my head away. "I
cleaned it off. Put it in your mouth." I turned back and obeyed, as
she viciously twisted the dildo in my ass.
Her cock was hard. It hit the back of my throat. Instead of backing
off, she thrust her hips forward. It went into my throat.
I began to gag. She pulled back, and then thrust again.
"Relax." she said.
I struggled for breath. She pulled back, then thrust again. Over and
over she did this. Eventually I stopped gagging and coughing. I
breathed when it went out, held my breath when it went in. But, it was
a losing battle. I wasn't getting enough air. Eventually I would pass
out.
I clicked my fingers.
Alison pulled out. "Are you ok?"
My throat was on fire "Can't breathe"
"Now or when I was face fucking you?"
"Then." was all I could get out.
She released me from the bonds. "You know I haven't come yet."
"Sorry". One word answers were the limit of my speech. My throat was
on fire.
"Lay back"
I laid back on the bed. She put the pillows behind my head and knelt
next to me. She put her hard clit next to my face and began to jerk
herself.
I reached up with one hand and grabbed her butt cheek and pulled her a
little closer.
She was panting now. I squeezed her butt cheek and opened my mouth
wide.
She was looking at my face when she shot her come into my open and
waiting mouth.
I kept my mouth open until she had squeezed the last drop out, then
closed and swallowed. Her come felt good on my sore throat.
"Better", I said, still a little raspy.
She helped me to the bathroom, where she washed me off and stayed with
me while I went through the inevitable farting and dispelling of the
lube in my ass, then helped me back to the bed. I put on a pair of
shorts, since my sphincter didn't seem to be closed that tightly, and
I didn't want to spoil the new bed.
"I love you George. Will you move in with me and be my husband?"
Those were the words I had been waiting to hear since our first
weekend together.
"Yes" I rasped "My love".
We fell asleep in our new marital bed, luxuriating in the fresh sheets
and the gigantic size of it.
19. Moving In Day
The next morning, I felt a bit better, but my morning pee was bloody.
I told Alison that there would be no play today.
We spent most of the day re-arranging her bedroom, and boxing her
winter wardrobe up to make space for my clothes. Then we went over to
my house and packed up a week's worth of clothes, and other
essentials. I told my parent's I was moving in with Alison, and they
seemed to be ok with it. Of course, they only knew Alison as Angela's
older SISTER...
Once my stuff was in, it became obvious that we needed more drawer
space. A trip back to my parent's house yielded my chest of drawers.
We also grabbed up my stereo, since Alison only had a radio, all my
albums, the box of videotapes of Alison and my earliest escapades in
bed which I had kept hidden in the closet. Alison's little car never
held so much.
Only when we had moved all of this into the apartment, unpacked it,
set it all up, and were exhausted and ready to skip dinner and go to
bed, did a knock come on the door. It was ANGELA! She had been trying
to call Alison all day and finally got worried enough to come over.
Alison told her I had moved in, and showed her the new bed, my dresser
and clothes, stereo, etc... as proof.
Angela seemed genuinedly happy with the arrangement, and congratulated
us both on the good fortune to have found each other. She offered to
go out and bring back a pizza for dinner, which we accepted.
Over pizza and a couple of beers, she told us she had been told that
she couldn't go back to school the next semester because of her casual
attitude toward finishing her work, and thus received 4 failing grades
in the last two semesters. She had applied to go to a local art
school, Tyler, but wasn't sure that they'd let her in.
Alison said she knew someone who might help. Who that was, I didn't
know. A few months later, Angela got in to Tyler, so I guess her
contact was effective.
Summer with Alison was bliss. We both had summer jobs, Alison's father
was still paying for her apartment, and the sex was GREAT. The fall
semester started and we made a pact not to ignore school work in order
to have sex. But, of course, we broke that pact at least once a week.
Christmas came and my parent's accepted Alison as their own. They
heaped gifts upon her like she was their own daughter. Alison's father
did the same for me. Of course, there were some tense moments, like
when my parents asked Alison if there would be wedding bells in the
spring when she graduated. Fortunately, they seemed placated with the
practiced "I'll have 3 years of law school, and George has 2 years of
college and a year more to get his master's, so I think it'll be a
while yet. Not that we're not committed to each other, but the money
to get married now would be better spent on education, don't you
think?" My parents ate it up.
20. Suzy's New Years Bash, Second Year
We attended Suzy's New Years bash. Rob was still around. Suzy said
that he finally went all the way, and swallowed, too, but it took
weeks of slowly getting him comfortable with each step. She seemed
very happy. Carol was there, but Sarah was now out of the picture. A
gagged, cuffed, and effeminate boy named Tom had taken his place.
Carol told Alison that he wore an ECD all day, and it was the one with
the points inside. We walked away shaking our heads. We didn't see
Sam, although we were told she was there by Carol. Jenny was there,
sporting a red ribbon. She looked a lot better than when we last saw
her. She said it was the leather.
Just after midnight, as we started to leave, we saw Tanya. She was
coming up from the cellar. She was wearing her cock down, which meant
she was bumping it into everyone. She had no ribbon on.
Alison questioned her about it, and she said some drunken fag in the
cellar had pulled her ribbons off and tied them around her cock. She
removed them, but they were ruined. She was still looking for Mr.
Right. She had thought she found him, and allowed him to fuck her on
Christmas eve. The next day, when it was her turn, as was their
agreement in advance, he was nowhere to be found. She had been looking
for him at the party, but he obviously was laying low. She referred to
him as a "skinny dicked prick" at least 20 times. She was pretty
incensed.
We both gave her our condolences and invited her over for brunch, as
was our new custom. We left, had a good time in bed that night, as
usual, and wished each other yet another joyous year together.
21. New Years Day with Tanya, Second Year
Tanya came around the next day and we had a great time together. We
played a board game, had brunch, and listened to some music. Her
demenour was more feminine now. She credited a different female
hormone she was taking. When the topic of sex eventually rolled
around, it was Tanya who brought it up.
Tanya wanted a re-run with me. Just oral, she stressed. But, as Alison
and I discussed, the answer would be no. We hadn't slept with anyone
else since we slept with Tanya, and wanted to stay committed to each
other by only enjoying each other.
We eventually made dinner, and Tanya stayed for some number of
additional hours talking girl talk with Alison.
When Tanya went to leave, she gave each of us a kiss on the cheek and
promised not to be a stranger. A few minutes later she was back. Her
car battery was dead. This being New Years, it was unlikely she'd get
anyone to come out and jump her battery for hours.
As it was already late, Alison offered her the sofa, which she
accepted. I got her some blankets, and Alison got her a pillow, night
gown, and a robe.
I went into the bedroom and put on my bedclothes: a pair of loose
shorts. Alison and I kept the apartment hot at night in case we needed
to shed the covers and fuck like animals, which was a frequent
occurance.
Alison said that Tanya was in the living room, but she's sleeping on
the floor. The sofa, which is really a love seat, was too short for
her. Alison said she'd be ok, though.
We fell asleep.
I awoke with a hand around the base of my cock and warm breath on my
neck. It was still somewhat dark outside. Alison was underneath my
shoulder, and she was obviously enjoying my morning hard on before I
got up. Then, I felt a stirring on the other side of the bed. I looked
over. Tanya was in the bed with us!
"Alison...Alison" I whispered. She looked up at me and I gestured to
my right.
"It's ok George. I told her she could join us in the bed to sleep.
Nothing more. She DID buy this for us, remember?"
I pulled her hand away and tucked myself back into my shorts.
"What's the matter?" Alison whispered
"We shouldn't be doing this with her on the bed. It's cruel." I
whispered.
"Go ahead and enjoy yourselves. I won't mind." whispered Tanya.
We both looked over. She was awake. She added, "I hope you don't mind,
but I don't normally sleep with a robe on, so I discarded it before I
got into bed."
I looked at Alison, who looked back at me, and then we both looked at
Tanya.
"Oh, and I don't sleep in night gowns either."
I started to lift the covers for a peek, and both Tanya and Alison
pushed them down. "Oh, come on, it's not like I haven't seen it all
before."
Before Alison could interject anything, Tanya blurted out "except for
my ECD. I wear one now all the time. It helps me keep focus on being a
girl. I haven't had an erection in months."
Alison jumped up and pulled back the covers. Tanya wasn't lying. She
had a large tightly curved ECD on her. A flare at the top even held
the head inside. "That can't be comfortable to sleep in." Alison
wondered out loud.
"It hurts bad if I get an erection. It has little points inside. It's
VERY effective to remind me to not to get excited." explained Tanya.
I looked down. Tanya was getting excited just talking about it. Her
expression turned pained. "Tanya, where is the key? I can see you're
getting excited, and I can't bear to watch you in pain." I said
quickly.
"No, let it go. I have to learn not to get hard. Girls don't walk
around with clits hard all the time!" yelled Tanya, as she clutched
her ECD and doubled over in obvious pain.
Alison rushed out of the room and came back with Tanya's purse. She
dumped the contents out on the bed. A silver key was there, but it was
wrapped up in tape, to slow down anyone wanting to use it. Alison
stripped off the tape as fast as she could.
Tanya was moaning, tears coming from her eyes. "I'm a girl, I don't
have erections" she began to chant in a low whisper.
I helped Alison get the key into the lock and then strip the lock off
of Tanya's cock. Tanya had not lied about the points. The entire
inside was covered with small needles and sharp pyramidal cones.
Tanya's monster, which once was so beautiful, was covered in
healed-over scabs and fresh blood. I took a hammer from my tool box in
the closet and smashed the ECD on the floor next to the bed. Tanya
laid back on the bed, clutching herself, and crying.
Alison had gone to the bathroom and returned with alcohol wipes, clean
towels, and gauze. It took some convincing, but eventually Tanya
allowed Alison to clean up her wounded member and wrap it in gauze. To
prevent Tanya from itching it while it healed, she added a new white
sock I just got for Christmas. While not that beautiful, it did it's
purpose well. Tanya stayed the whole day and the next morning. She and
Alison sat on the bed for hours talking about things which only
someone who is "becoming female" would understand. We slept in the bed
together that night. Alison let me sleep in the middle.
I woke up with both girls cuddling up next to me. Neither had their
hand in my shorts, for which I was grateful. I laid like that for an
hour before Alison woke up and looked over. "Let her be, it's ok" she
whispered into my ear.
Eventually Tanya woke up and was embarrassed by her position. "It's
ok", I said, "Alison and I are just happy we were here for you."
Alison added "We need to find you a good guy. You'll self destruct if
you keep going the way you're going."
Alison and I took a shower together, as was our usual practice. When
we went to get out, Tanya was there in a robe holding up towels for
us. "I put them in the front window in the sun, so they're warm." She
handed them to us and left. We looked at each other, puzzled.
After we had dried off and returned to the bedroom, we found Tanya was
back in the bed, laying in the middle. "I feel better today. Could we
snuggle a bit, like we used to do? I'm not interested in sex, just
some warm skin next to me."
Alison said "I'm sorry Tanya, but you're not my type. George can
snuggle with you, though. I'll sit next to you on the bed."
I climbed in and pulled up next to Tanya. She was nude, except for her
sock, which I felt hard against my leg. She snuggled in close to me,
and made a cooing sound. She laid her hand across my chest and closed
her eyes. I looked over at Alison. Her eyes said "Be nice, go with
it." so I put my arm around Tanya and pulled her shoulder in close.
We lay there like that for a few minutes when Alison said "Oh, fuck
it." and climbed in to the little space next to me. There really
wasn't enough space for her there, so she laid partially on top of me.
Her knee went between my leg and found my erection. She looked at me
and smiled. I felt her erection forming next to my thigh. I smiled
back.
After a moment, Tanya opened her eyes and looked at the two of us
smiling at each other. "You're having one of these non-verbal
communications you told me about yesterday, aren't you?" she said.
We just smiled back.
Tanya said "What?"
We continued to smile.
Tanya said "You're both excited, aren't you?" and reached her hand
down to my crotch, but was blocked by Alison's leg. "Newlyweds! You're
incorrigable! Here I am, injured, and not allowed to play with you
anyway, and you're teasing me by getting excited because I'm snuggling
with you!"
"It's not you that's exciting us. It's each other." I answered.
Tanya looked quizzically at us, with a kind of longing, and said "Can
I watch him make love to you? I'll be quiet and sit on the edge of the
bed. I NEED to know what I'm missing."
We had previously let her watch us 69, Alison being somewhat of a
teacher who teaches by exhibition. Alison looked at me, I nodded.
Tanya scooted over to the edge of the bed. "Tanya, we pull back the
covers of the bed to do it." I said. Tanya eased herself out of bed,
and pulled over a chair and was about to sit down. "Tanya, don't sit
on that chair. When Alison is bad, I make her sit on it. When you put
your weight down, you'll see that a dildo will pop out of the
upholstery."
Tanya giggled, and pushed down on the sprung base cushion of the
chair. As it deflected, a fold in the upholstery opened up and a dildo
appeared. "This is so neat!" she exclaimed.
"In advance, No, you can't try it. Just sit here on the bed." I
admonished.
Alison had gone to the bathroom and returned with towels. She piled up
the pillows, put a towel in the middle, and planted herself inside.
Her clit was pointing at the ceiling.
I came over from the side where Tanya was sitting and we began to
kiss. We eached reached for each other at the same time. I caught her
breast, she caught my hip. I fell on top of her into the pillow pile.
We kissed for several minutes, before I began a slow roaming kiss down
her neck to her breasts. Her breasts giggled slightly as I began
giving them attention with my hands, and eventually my kiss reached
her hard nipples. My hand moved from her back to her hip and then to
her clit. It was dripping with anticipation. I felt her hand on my own
cock, which was likewise hard. I knelt on the bed and moved between
her legs. I began with her balls, giving them a kiss, then moved to
the shaft, and up to the head. Alison was fondling her breasts. Her
breathing was becoming ragged. I twisted my body around so that my
cock appeared in her face. She reached out and grabbed it, pulling it
into her eager mouth. My cock strained under her onslaught. I
continued my assault on her clit. I was reaching the point of no
return when I felt her push that signalled that I should stop unless I
wanted a mouthful of her sweet come. Ordinarily, we would have just
kept going, and then picked up again later, but we had an observer who
wanted to see something specific...
I shifted position and pulled the lube from the night stand, squirting
it on my fingers. I began to slowly lubricate her, while at the same
time stroking her clit. When she seemed ready, I shot some lube on my
cock and gently eased it into her. I let her get used to it being
there a moment before beginning a slow but steady pumping action that
pushed me deeper and deeper into her bowels. Her clit shot come each
time I hit her prostate. Come dribbled onto my hand. Periodically, I
stopped and licked it off, making sure that both Alison and Tanya saw
me to it. I built my rythmn up to a good fucking speed. Alison's head
was thrown back, her legs were wrapped over my shoulders, her body was
covered in a fine sweat. Tanya was watching with rapt attention.
Alison began to moan loudly. Her clit had deflated, but I held it in
my hand like a precious jewel. Alison came from the fucking.
Additional come dribbled from her clit onto my hand. I thrust deep,
feeling her bowels pulse and contract against my cock.
I could hold back no longer, and, with an "I'm coming" shot my load
deep into Alison. I held my position for a minute or so as the last
vestige of my come dribbled out of me and into Alison. I pulled my wet
hand to my mouth and licked all that remained off, then dismounted
Alison and tucked the towel that was under her around her like a
diaper. Alison took the two edges at her hips, hopped off the bed and
went to the bathroom. I sat on the bed for a minute with Tanya, who
just stared at me. We could hear the air escaping Alison. I left for
the bathroom myself.
When Alison and I had cleaned up, we returned to the bed. Tanya was
back under the covers.
Alison spoke first "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, very much. I see what I'm missing, and now I'm sad. My first
experience was nothing like that."
"Tanya, our first time wasn't quite like that either. Over time you
get to know what each of you want." I said.
Tanya began to cry. Alison motioned that I should get in bed in the
middle, next to her. This time we had enough space. Tanya's tears
wetted my shoulder. I put my arm around her, and pulled her close. Her
body shook.
Alison whispered in my ear "Face her, hold her." and I did. She felt
very warm against me, a slightly thinner version of Alison. Her tears
continued on my shoulder as I did my best to comfort her. Eventually,
she stopped crying. Alison snuggled up and spooned me from behind. We
stayed there through lunch. Eventually, not having breakfast or lunch
got to us.
Alison went to prepare us some pancakes, as they were about the only
thing in the house at the time. Tanya stayed wrapped in my arms. When
Alison returned with the pancakes, which she had on a serving plate,
she had chocolate syrup and whipped cream on the plate. Tanya and I
sat up.
"No pancake syrup. Only chocolate or whipped cream." Alison explained.
"Is there a cherry on top?" I asked, pointing to her naked breast.
"Oh, you're bad!" Tanya exclaimed.
We sat in the bed, eating pancakes and threatening to shoot each other
with whipped cream, until there were no pancakes left.
We took Tanya back to her house that afternoon. She picked up some
fresh clothes. She was coming home with us until we felt she was
mentally ok. The recent bout with the ECD and then her depression over
her first lover made us sure that our instinct to protect her from
herself was the right one.
22. Saving Tanya
She stayed with us a few days before we decided she was ok. While she
slept in our bed, we didn't invite her to watch our having sex again.
After she seemed ok mentally, all three of us moved to her larger
apartment. Alison and I stayed in the guest room, Tanya in her room.
The first two days we awoke with her in our bed. Then, she asked us to
sleep with her because she felt depressed.
We called her father, who turned out to be an MD. He drove several
hours to get there, looked in her medicine cabinet, and threw most of
the contents in the trash. He wrote a stack of prescriptions, drove to
the pharmacy, filled them, and laid them out for Tanya to take.
Apparently, the high dosage of hormones Tanya was taking was causing
her emotional imbalance. Her doctor had prescribed some other
medication to take care of it, but Tanya was taking other hormones she
got from other doctors, in the hope of transforming more into a woman.
Her father was great about the whole thing, thanked us profusely for
calling him, and told us we could go home. He said he'd take her home
with him, gave us his phone number, and said to call Tanya in a day or
two at his house.
Within a week, Tanya was back to her normal self, and was shortly back
in her own apartment.
23. Tragedy
School began again. We hunkered down to studies. Alison wore the
diamond engagement ring I gave her for Christmas. We were very happy.
Spring came and we looked forward to the summer break, when we could
be together more.
And then, our happiness was broken. It began with a phone call from
the Police. Alison had been in a car accident on her way to the
Univeristy of Pennsylvania, where she was going to school.
The officer asked if I was her husband, since he found an "in case of
emergency, call" card in her wallet with my name on it.
I told him I was her fiance.
He said I should get myself down to Pennsylvania hospital ASAP, as
Alison didn't look good.
I thanked him, hung up, and called Tanya. Tanya lived only 3 blocks
from Penn. Thankfully she was home. I explained what I knew, and asked
her to go over so that Alison wouldn't be there by herself.
I then called Alison's father at his office, and told him what had
happened.
He said he'd be at the hospital in 40 minutes.
I got off the phone and jumped into my car. Ordinarily, it would take
me 40 minutes to get to Penn from our apartment in Mount Airy, but the
adrenalin was pumping and my foot was to the floor as I made it in
under 20 minutes.
When I reached the emergency room, Tanya was there.
She told me that they just wheeled Alison in a few minutes earlier,
and took her right to surgery. Tanya said she wasn't conscious.
I spoke to the admitting nurse and gave her the information she
needed.
I was told to stand by in case they needed me "for a life or death
decision".
I lost it, tears began to pour and Tanya helped me to a chair.
Some time later, Alison's father came in. Spotting us, he bee-lined
over.
We filled him in.
He went to the nurses' station and there was no news. She was in
surgery.
Tanya went to make some calls.
Over the next hour, people we knew began to stream into the waiting
room, including Suzy, Rob, Jenny, and some others I only knew only by
sight.
An orderly came out with her purse. He gave it to her father, who
immediately handed it to me. The orderly also handed me her engagement
ring, explaining that they don't want patients sitting around with
expensive jewerly, unless it's a wedding ring, and then only if it
doesn't have diamonds.
The doctor came out. He had just finished surgery, and Alison was in
intensive care. He said she had a lot of internal damage from being
thrown around the car after the Caddy broadsided her Toyota in the
driver's door. She lost her spleen, one kidney, and a lot of blood.
She had two broken arms, a broken leg, and several broken ribs. The
prognosis was "critical". She still was unconscious.
He looked at the group of us, and said that only immediate relatives
could see her, and then, only for a brief moment.
Alison's father threw his arm around me and said "Let's go see
Alison."
24. Alison in the ICU
Alison was in bad shape. Tubes and wires were everywhere. There were
no chairs here, but there were chairs immediately outside her room.
The doctor told us to sit down, and then said she probably wouldn't
make it until tomorrow.
Both her father and I began to bawl like children.
Once we had a good cry, I went out to tell Tanya and everyone else.
They seemed to know when I came out.
I sent Tanya on a special errand and then returned to waiting area
outside the ICU, where we could see Alison from the window.
About 2 hours later, Angela showed up. Tanya had reached her by phone,
and then went and got her. Angela handed me the box holding the item I
asked her to get me.
I opened it up to show her father and he said it would be ok.
When the nurse said we could go in, I slipped the gold wedding ring
onto Alison's finger and pledged my love to her forever.
Angela was in tears. Her father was in tears. I was in tears.
We went back to the chairs outside. Alison defied the doctor and made
it through the night.
The following afternoon, they downgraded her condition from critical
to guarded.
Tanya got me fresh clothes from my apartment.
I camped out outside the ICU.
Over the next day, we worked out a rotation of Alison's Dad, Angela,
and myself, so that one of us would always be there.
Tanya volunteered the use of her spare bedroom.
After three days, Alison passed.
Angela and I were there at the time.
I went to Tanya's and crawled into bed, not to emerge until the day of
the viewing.
Tanya tried to get me to eat, but I had no appetite. She drove me to
my apartment to get my suit the morning of the viewing. When we
returned, Tanya's father had arrived.
He took us to the viewing in his Jaguar. He stayed in the guest room
and I went home.
Alison's Dad took care of the funeral arrangements. She was buried
with the wedding ring on her finger.
At the viewing, and then the funeral, people kept handing me
envelopes. I was oblivious to what was happening around me and stuck
them in my suit jacket pockets. After the cemetary, Alison's Dad took
all of us to a caterers for lunch. This was the first meal I had in
days.
I returned to our (now my) apartment. I knew that I'd have to move,
since Alison's father had been paying for the apartment. The lease was
up in about 6 weeks. My parents had moved several states away, so
moving back in with them would be impossible if I continued school. I
reluctantly looked for a very cheap apartment.
Tanya was great during this period. She opened all those envelopes,
sent thank-you notes on my behalf, and helped me with finding a place
to live.
With only a week to go on the lease, I still hadn't found anything in
my price range that looked even moderately safe or clean. Tanya
suggested I move into her guest room and to give the furniture to
Angela or whoever wanted it. I told her that was ok, but I was going
to continue to look, and I wanted to pay her rent. She accepted my
conditions, although I could see she was disappointed that I wasn't
more accepting of her generosity.
25. Moving in with Tanya
After giving away the furniture and Alison's clothing (more or less
equally split between Angela and Tanya), I realized that I really
didn't have as much stuff as I thought I had.
The first night as Tanya's guest room boarder was depressing. I cried,
as I had done almost every night for the last week, and fell asleep.
During the night, I had a dream that Alison was there with me and I
slept soundly for the first time since the accident.
When I woke up, Tanya was laying next to me. She was wearing a long
nightgown.
She told me that she had heard me crying and climbed into bed to
"mother" me.
This was repeated the next night. Eventually, we just got into bed
together at night and fell asleep.
I was not interested in sex at all. Tanya didn't suggest sex, and
stayed completely covered around me.
In July, Tanya had a scheduled trip to Rome with her father. She was
going to be gone 10 days. I assured her that I'd be ok until she
returned.
She contrived a story that Jenny needed to sleep in the guest room
because her loft was going to be painted. She'd be there for the first
few days. I knew that Tanya just didn't want me to be alone.
26. Jenny
Jenny arrived the afternoon that Tanya left. She brought a suitcase
with her. It wasn't that big, so maybe she was really only to stay for
a few days.
When it was dinner time, she emerged from the guest room in a red
sheath dress. When she had arrived, she had been wearing Jeans and a T
shirt, nothing special. In the sheath dress, she looked darn nice. Her
boyish hips and butt looked fuller, her shoulders broader, her waist
thinner. The front was cut in a deep V, and she showed some cleavage.
I complimented her on the outfit.
She told me we had dinner reservations paid for by Tanya.
I drove us to the restaurant in my little convertible. I found out the
dress had a large slit in the side. When she sat in the car, you could
see her frilly panties.
We had a nice dinner, and then returned to the apartment to watch some
TV.
Eventually, it was time for bed. She went into the guest room, I went
into Tanya's room where I had been sleeping these last few months.
A few minutes after I turned out the light, I heard Jenny say "Tanya
told me to sleep in the same bed with you, otherwise you have
nightmares."
I turned on the light. Jenny was standing there in a white teddy with
a roman collar. She was tucked, and the teddy crotch was snapped
closed. She came into the bed on my side.
"Scoot over. I always sleep on this side." and then she pulled herself
underneath the thin sheet and turned off the light.
I moved over to the other side of the bed. She followed. I turned away
from her and she snuggled up behind me. "Come on, I just want to
snuggle. No sex. Ok?"
I turned onto my back and she pulled herself under my arm. Her breath
was warm on my chest. She placed her hand on my chest, and said good
night. I eventually fell asleep myself.
When I awoke the next morning, she was still there, although her hand
had moved to my shorts. She was asleep.
I extracted myself and went to the bathroom. As I was standing there
relieving myself, she came up behind me.
"I'll be done in a minute."
Before I could stop the flow, she was around the other side of me,
looking at my cock. "Nice. It's big even when it's soft."
I quickly tucked my cock back into my shorts. "Jenny, I don't think
Tanya had you playing voyeur in mind when she said you could use the
guest room."
"No, not exactly. She told me that If I wanted to have sex with you,
and you were willing, to go for it."
"She didn't."
"Yes, she did. She said to tell you to look in the bathroom sink
vanity if you didn't believe me."
I pulled open the drawer. Inside was a box of Trojen condoms, size
large, and a note in Tanya's handwriting "Be sure to use these with
Jenny. -Tanya" My jaw dropped.
"Jenny, not that I'm not flattered, but I'm not really having sex
right now, It's too early after, well, you know."
"I understand. I hope you realize that this just isn't Tanya setting
us up to have sex. My loft really is being painted."
I left the bathroom to her and went to lay back in bed. This was just
incredible. I needed to think.
A few minutes later, Jenny appeared in door. "You ok?"
"Sure, I'm just laying here thinking about all this."
She came over to the bed, and climbed on. She took the opportunity to
flash me the fact that she was no longer tucked and her teddy crotch
was unsnapped. I got a good view before she slipped under the covers.
Ignoring what I just saw, "Jenny, something's been bothering me about
our conversation a few moments ago. Didn't I see you at the New Years
party wearing a red ribbon?"
"Yes, I was wearing red. I figured I'd get laid that night easier if I
wore red than my usual blue."
"Did it work?"
"No. I'm strictly a bottom. Most reds switch from top to bottom. Kind
of like a girl who wears blue and purple together, but only with other
trannies."
"Oh, I see." I interjected.
"Yes, I'm sure you did see. I'm too small to really be a top. When I
was growing up, I realized that I'd have to be a girl in order to have
sex because it's so tiny."
"It didn't look that small to me."
"I only have about an inch of shaft. Most of what you saw is head and
balls. You saw it erect."
"Oh, you ARE small."
"You're teasing me now. You're gigantic"
I was actually feeling some stirring in my crotch. "Gigantic? No.
Tanya's Gigantic. I'm just bigger than average. Sorry. Listen, I'll
tell you what. You take off your teddy and I'll take off my shorts. We
can then take a look at each other and see if we're interested, ok?"
She pulled down the covers. I wiggled out of my shorts. She knelt on
the bed and pulled the teddy over her head. With her hands occupied, I
used the opening to reach out and grab her little cock with my left
hand. She was hard and not kidding about her size.
"No fair" she yelled, the teddy over her face.
Once she got the teddy off, she moved closer so that she could reach
my now hard cock. "It's nice. I guess you're interested, since you
haven't let go of me."
"I am. Come a little closer. I'd like to start with a kiss." She moved
closer. I kissed her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as her cock. I
squeezed "What do you call this?"
"My clit."
"I'd like to kiss your clit."
"No, I don't like guys to do that. Let me suck your cock. I've been
imagining wrapping my lips around it since I felt it last night while
you were sleeping." and, with that, she moved between my legs and
began to lick me.
Starting at the base, she licked up the shaft, then down the length of
the shaft, then up and eventually crested over the head. She ran her
tongue across the head, around the head, and made rude noises as she
began to suck on the head.
"Do you have a lot of come in there for me?" she asked my cock during
a brief break in the action.
Her technique was ok, but she had a long way to go before matching
either Alison or Tanya. I grew impatient. "Can I fuck you?"
"Yes, with a condom. I brought some in with me." She produced a condom
from under the pillow, and put it on me. "Do you want to be on top, on
the bottom, or behind?"
"I think it would be easier on you doggie style. You're a small girl,
and I'm a big guy."
"That won't be a problem. I've had a dildo since I was 13. My hole
gets used every day, usually by my plastic lovers. Just put some lube
on and fuck me."
"On your back then." I lubed up my latex covered cock and aimed it at
her hole. Her hole wasn't round, as I was expected. It had elongated
and was fairly loose. It actually looked like a pussy, with the folds
removed. My cock head slipped in. I heard her inhale quickly. "Sorry,
too much?" I pulled out and put some lube inside her, then positioned
myself at her hole again. "Ready?"
She pulled her hands back, spreading her knees wider. "Yes, take me
now."
I eased inside. While her sphincter was loose, her actual hole was hot
and inviting. I quickly hit bottom. Hot, inviting, and not very deep.
I began to move in and out, and side to side. Tears were coming down
her cheeks.
"Shall I stop?"
"No, don't stop. I need to be fucked."
I fucked her for another minute, then had her turn over onto her
knees. Perhaps a doggie style would yield a better result. Her little
cock waived under her as she re-positioned herself. I reached out and
put my hand around it. "Come closer." I whispered, as I pulled her
back onto my cock.
"Please let go of it. It spoils the mood for you to hold onto my
clit." she said matter-of-factly.
I released her little clit from my hand, and put my hands on her thin
hips. I pulled her back towards me. My cock went deeper. She seemed
more relaxed. I pressed and was rewarded with an extra inch of depth.
I began to fuck her, pulling her narrow hips back with both hands.
She moaned "So big..."
That was all I needed to flood the condom with my pent-up come. I
drove her hips into the bed.
"You feel like a telephone pole back there. Does it ever get soft?"
she asked in a jest.
We held the position for a minute, and then I felt myself begin to
soften. I pulled out, air following me out. There was blood on the
condom. I wore it to the bathroom and discarded it. I returned with a
towel and cleaned up Jenny. We took a playful shower and went to the
guest room to take a late morning nap, the master bedroom now having
sheets that were soiled.
I awoke from the nap feeling Jenny's mouth on my cock. I watched her
perform. Her lips were stretched around my cock and her eyes were
closed. Her small hands held my balls. She obviously liked doing this,
because she would moan each time she put it in her mouth.
When she tried to force it down her throat, unsuccessfully, I couldn't
hold back. I flooded her mouth with come. Except for a tiny amount
which leaked past her lips and slithered down my shaft into my pubic
hair, she swallowed it all. She held it in her mouth as it shrunk, and
used her hand to milk it to get any remaining come out.
"That was nice." she said when she finally emerged.
"I hope you found the taste to your liking?" I asked.
"Tanya said it would be sweet, and it was." she replied.
We got up and got dressed. We both had to go to work.
That night, and the following morning, and the following night we had
more of the same.
I respected her request that I ignore her clit, and wore a condom
every time.
On the third day she said she had to go back to her loft.
I suggested she stay until Tanya got back, but she said someone else
was coming over that night.
When I pressed her about it, since I knew nothing, she confessed that
Tanya set up "dates" for me for 8 of the 10 days she was going to be
gone.
27. Ji
I got a call that afternoon from Suzy. A friend of hers named Ji was
in town for a photo shoot and needed a place to stay. Ordinarily,
she'd stay with Suzy, but Suzy didn't want any competition for Rob. I
said nothing about knowing about Tanya's plan, and said she could stay
in the guest room.
Ji arrived at my place at dinner time. Standing there in her heels,
she was taller than I was. She was rail thin. Clothes just hung on
her. No boobs, no waist, no hips. She was some kind of ethnic mix,
with dark hispanic skin and almond eyes. Her bleached blonde hair was
cut straight and short, like Blondie's. She said she was a fashion
model and would be around for 2 days. Her call time for the next
morning was 8am. I asked if she wanted dinner, and ended up making her
a salad, for which she refused any dressing "too fattening". She went
to bed early. I went to bed later.
When I woke up, she was gone. Later that morning, I got a call from
Suzy. "George, Ji called. Why didn't you fuck her?"
"She went to bed and didn't make any suggestion that I should join
her. Besides, I've given up on girls with vaginas."
"(laugh). George, tell her you want to sleep with her. She's your
type, no vagina there. Trust me, you'll enjoy yourselves."
When Ji arrived back home shortly after lunch, she said she was tired
and wanted to take a nap. I offered to tuck her in. She accepted. I
helped her out of her dress. She wore no bra. Her breasts were
absolutely flat. She wore plain black panties. I looked down. I could
see nothing that would have been out of place on any genetic girl.
"You're wondering, Is Ji a he, or is Ji a she?" she said.
"Ah, yes."
"Why don't you take off your clothes. If I like what I see, I'll take
off what's left of mine." she taunted.
I removed my clothes. She looked me up and down. She had me turn
around. She reached out and felt my erection.
Finally, she said "Yes, you'll do." and removed her panties. Reaching
between her legs, she pulled out 5" of man meat, which quickly grew
hard.
"Suzy says she heard you can suck a golf ball through a drinking
straw."
I took her cock into my hand and knelt down between her legs. I
stroked her cock with my hand as I licked her balls.
As I made my way up the shaft, she said "Do it good, and I'll give you
the reward you deserve."
I sucked her cock into my mouth.
She grabbed my ears and pulled herself toward me, pushing her cock
into the entrance of my throat. She released.
I pulled back, but kept her in my mouth. I inhaled as much of her as I
could, then pulled her thin hips forward. Her cock went down my throat
again. I relaxed and began to deep throat her.
When I sensed she was about to come, I pulled back and caught her come
in the front of my mouth. I held her still until she finished her
come, and then, with great flourish, opened my mouth so she could see
her deposit, then closed and made a great show of swallowing while
smiling.
"Good boy." she said.
I stood up. My erect cock was waiving in the breeze.
"We'll have to do something about that now, won't we?" Ji said as
smiled. "Where are your cuffs?"
I took her to the master bedroom, opened a drawer, and pulled out a
set of cuffs.
"On the bed. I want to cuff you and watch you squirm while I pleasure
you."
I pulled back the comforter and laid down. She cuffed my hands and
feet, then reached between my legs.
"What a nice little cock you have here." she said as she grabbed it in
her hand. "I'll be right back. Don't move."
When she returned, she had a rubber ball in her hand.
"Open".
I opened my mouth. The ball went in. Straps came out of the ball,
which she wrapped around my head. It was a gag. Ji also fitted a cock
ring and a condom on me. Then she straddled my face, her wet cock
slapped down on my forehead.
"You're so hot. I'll let you off easy this afternoon, since you've
been so obedient." She began to slap her cock on my head. It grew
hard.
"Ok, sissy boy. It's time to get fucked."
I began to struggle. This isn't what I expected!
She rolled a condom onto her hard cock, and lubed it up. She climbed
between my legs.
I was still struggling.
She kneed me in the balls, causing me to scream, but of course,
nothing but a "eeee" sound came out because of the ball gag.
"Stop struggling and take this like a good boy or I'll have to forget
the lube next time."
I stopped.
She unhooked the cuffs on my feet, threw them over her shoulders, and,
without putting any lube in me, thrust her hard cock into me.
Against the gag I screamed, and again nothing much was heard.
Ji was smiling. "You're a good fuck. Your ass is nice and tight. I'm
glad you sucked me off first, otherwise I'd have come already. I'm
going to enjoy this a nice long time now."
My ass was on fire. The only lube was the little bit she put on
herself before she impaled me. My cock squirted come non-stop.
The girl loved to thrust hard, and her angle had her hitting or
rubbing my prostate continuously. She paused for a moment
"We need more lube. You almost made me come."
She pulled off my condom and poured my come on her comdom-covered
cock. Then, she pushed her cock back in. She fucked me for over 30
minutes before I got her to come.
When she was done, she released my legs, then, removing the condom
from her deflating cock, poured the contents onto my chest.
"That's tranny come, the most powerful come there is. I'm sorry that
I won't be around more than tonight, but we'll be able to acquaint you
with my taste again later tonight. Once you've had it, you'll crave it
any time I'm in town."
She left, coming back with a wash cloth. She cleaned herself, then
cleaned me.
But, she didn't let me go. My wrists were still cuffed to the bed. My
cock still pointed at the ceiling, courtesy of the cock ring. I was
grateful she removed the ball gag. I began to complain that this isn't
the kind of sex I usually engage in, but she held up the ball gag and
I got the idea that if I complained, it would go back on.
She laid down next to me, and told me how she would fuck me every
night, make me drink her come every morning, and have me thanking her
for it if I'd just give her a chance. She began to stroke my cock. It
was responding. Her hands felt wonderful on it. Then, she squeezed my
balls and told me that my cock wasn't tranny cock, and is only allowed
to come when tranny cock was fucking me.
I pulled hard and a wrist cuff broke. I rolled over on top of her,
pinning her beneath me.
She struggled to get out.
I got the other cuff off. I kneed her hard between the legs.
She screamed and doubled over.
I jumped on top of her. I forced open her mouth and stuffed the gag
in.
She scratched at me.
I pinned her hands with my knees and, reaching around, grabbed and
squeezed her balls viciously.
Her scream was muffled by the gag.
"Stop struggling, or I will do it again." I said as I held her balls
in my right hand.
She went limp.
"I told you I don't play sissy boy, but you went ahead and did it
against my will. Now, how would you like it if I got a magic marker
and wrote 'has a cock' on your forehead? How about if I fucked you
like the girl you are? Except, I'll give you an enema of Wesson Oil
first. You'll have the runs for a week, and every time you go into the
bathroom, you'll think of my big cock fucking you. How about that?"
She was crying and shaking her head.
I had made my point. I got up off of her. "Get out."
She ran into the guest room, her sobs becoming audible once she
removed the ball from her mouth.
She emerged a minute or two later. She was clothed and was carrying
her bag.
"I'm sorry. I got the wrong impression when you went down on me so
eagerly. I actually am a very nice girl. All of that was play-acting
for your benefit."
"Play acting!" I exploded. "You ripped me up down there! Couldn't you
figure out that my ass was tight because that's not a normal activity
for me? Are you an idiot?"
"I said I'm sorry. If you want me to leave, I'll leave. If you want to
make me to pay by fucking my ass, I'll stay and let you fuck my ass
until it bleeds. I won't even ask you to wear a condom."
"No, just leave. One more thing..." I reached down and pulled off her
cock ring. "This is yours."
She left. I took a shower. I checked down there. The greatest damage
was to my pride. She wasn't long enough, wide enough, or hard enough
to really injure me. I picked up the phone and called Suzy.
"Suzy, Ji was a complete freak."
"Yes, isn't she a lot of fun?"
"No! After I had given her the best blow job of her life, she tied me
to the bed, presumably to return the favor, and proceeded to turn into
some kind of sadistic master. The cuffs broke, otherwise I might be
talking to you right now with my cock cut off."
"I'm SO sorry. Is she there now?"
"I threw her out."
"I'll look for her on my doorstep in an hour then. While we're on the
phone, there's someone Thomasina knows who she thinks you'd like to
meet."
"Is she a maniac S&M dominatrix?"
"No, she's a nice girl. She's about Jenny's size, but not so thin. Her
name is Becca. Want to meet her for dinner? This is a date, not
someone who needs to sleep over."
"Sure." I named a restaurant and a time the next day and then we said
our good byes.
28. Becca
I arrived 5 minutes early, looked around, and only saw a thin girl
with dirty blonde hair in the waiting room.
"Becca?" I queried.
She nodded yes, and we went to the table.
I tried to engage her in conversation, but she gave very short,
whispery answers. I figured she was having problems with "the voice",
which is a common problem for male to female trannies. Finally, I
commented that she had nice skin, and she opened up. Her voice was
feminine. It's just that she was shy about "talking funny" due to her
accent. We talked about music. I invited her up to my place, and she
said ok.
While we were listening to some Elvis Costello, I got us a couple of
beers and we began to talk about life. Becca grew up in rural
Appalacia. She moved to the "big city" last year for College. She was
assured by Tomasina that I would "understand her problem".
That got us into exactly what "her problem" was. I was expecting her
to say that she was a tranny. That's not what she said. She began by
telling me that she grew up poor, with little accessibility to
doctors. She always knew she was different. When she became a young
teenager, and went to seventh grade, she found out the first day of
gym. The other girls went to take a shower and she saw that they
didn't have the same equipment she had. She didn't take a shower.
Instead, she went to the nurse. After explaining her problem, the
nurge had her see a doctor at a free clinic. The doctor suggested
surgery to correct the problem, but left it up to Becca. Becca had
never had surgery and didn't want surgery. The doctor told her to
never take a shower with the girls. When other girls began to go
through puberty, Becca did not. Becca retained her fifth grade figure
through high school. No boys asked her out, which suited Becca just
fine. When Becca got to College, she began to read medical books on
the subject, and realized she was a rare individual. But, that didn't
help her find any dates. Eventually, she found and befriended a fellow
student in the Gay union. There, she met up with someone who
introduced her to Tomasina, who could help her find someone
understanding of her problem.
Still, I was not sure what "the problem" was. I had my suspicions, but
waited for her to tell me. Becca calmly told me that she was
Interssexed, the new name for being a hermaphrodite. She said she had
a functional cock, but no balls. She had a small vagina too. When they
xray'd her, they decided she should become a male because she had all
male plumbing inside. Her vagina was just a sheath that went nowhere,
although the outside looked like any other woman's vagina. Plus, she
added, she has no body hair below her head. She showed me her arm,
completely smooth, as proof. She acted melancholy about the fact that
she would never have children, being the male or female side of the
conception, since she had neither testicles nor ovaries.
I told her I understood her problem. I explained that I date tranny
girls. Except for the fact that they only have one hole down there,
the same problems apply.
I asked her how she masturbated. She looked at me kind of funny and
said she didn't do that.
I asked if she ever had a wet dream, and she said frequently enough
that she always wore panties to bed to prevent a mess.
I asked if she was a virgin, and she said yes.
I asked if she wanted to remain a virgin, and she said no.
I asked if she wanted a husband or a wife, and she said husband.
I asked if she had ever seen a pornographic movie, and she said no.
I asked if she wanted to see a pornographic movie involving me and a
tranny making love, and she said yes.
We went to the master bedroom. I explained that this room was the only
one with a video cassette recorder, and we'd have to sit on the bed to
watch the movie. She seemed ok with that. I went to the closet and
found a video of Alison and I, and popped it into the VCR. Becca
watched intently as Alison and I undressed on the screen, and how
Alison knelt before me and sucked me, and then I her. Her mouth was
open when I positioned Alison on the bed and proceeded to lubricate
her. She watched with rapt fascination as I fucked Alison and held her
shooting clit, and then stopped and licked my hand periodically. When
Alison went to the end of the bed and then bent over, and I began
fucking her from behind, Becca's face was contorting. When I finally
came and we collapsed together on the bed, Becca breathed a sigh of
relief.
I laid on my stomach next to her. "See, a tranny isn't so different
than you..."
"I think I need to go to the bath room now George." she said
"It got you excited, didn't it?"
"Yes, my panties are wet."
"I'm the wet panty specialist. Let me help you with those." I reached
towards her as she stood by the edge of the bed.
She came a little closer. I could see the outline of an erection in
her jeans.
"I see your problem. Let me take care of it for you."
"George, I don't know if I want to go all the way tonight."
"Becca, that's fine. I just want to help, that's all. Can I see it
without the jeans?"
She unbuttoned her jeans and let them slide to the ground. She kicked
off her shoes, and then the jeans. Her cock was outlined in her
panties.
I reached out with both hands and pulled her closer by holding her
hips. I was still on my stomach on the bed. A distinct wet spot at the
top of her panties showed she had been excited by the video. It didn't
seem like a big enough wet spot to indicate she had come; it was
probably pre-come. I pulled her panties down slowly.
She didn't make any move to stop me. Her cock sprung forth. She was
not circumcised. She shivered.
"Don't be afraid. You'll be fine. You're quite beautiful, you know.
Most guys would kill to have a cock like yours." It was very nice, but
only about 4" long. I don't know if "most guys" would want it, but it
looked great to me. Without balls, it actually looked longer.
"Can I touch it?"
She nodded yes.
I reached out and took it in my hand. It was very hard. I folded back
the foreskin. Pre-come covered the head. I wiped some off with my
finger, and then dipped the finger into my mouth. Tasteless.
I said "Yum" anyway.
She started to lose her balance.
I pulled her in with my other hand, the one holding her cock.
She started to fall towards me and put her hand down on my shoulder.
Her cock went right in front of my mouth.
I opened my mouth and leaned forward, taking her head inside. I put
both hands around her butt, to prevent escape, and began to lightly
suck on her.
She stopped trying to stand up, and instead began making these little
"ooh" and "ahhh" noises.
We continued like this for a minute or two, and then she really tried
to get away.
I held her tight as she shot hot come into my mouth.
She was struggling as I pulled her hips towards me to take her entire
length into my mouth.
She soon began to buck against me. She held my head, trying to get me
to stop.
"Please Stop" was all she could say, over and over.
Eventually, I felt she could take no more, and let go of her hips.
She immediately withdrew from my mouth.
She looked down at me. "I don't know why you kept going when you knew
I was going to pee in your mouth."
"Becca, that wasn't pee you shot into my mouth. That was semen... boy
juice? come?"
She got my meaning.
"And darn tasty it was."
"I'm so embarassed. I didn't mean to do it. You just, well, got me
excited by showing me the movie, and then, well, I figured you knew
what you're doing. I have to leave now."
"Why?"
"I'm so sorry, but I have to go."
"Would you like to get together tomorrow night?"
"No, I'm sorry." She was almost on the verge of tears.
"You're embarrassed. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You
enjoyed yourself. I enjoyed myself. If you want to move on to the next
level, we can do that. If you're afraid, I can understand that. We can
work at your speed. We'll only do what you feel comfortable with."
She burst into tears. "I'm so sorry, I have to leave." and with that,
she pulled on her jeans, grabbed her shoes, and rushed out of the
bedroom and the apartment.
Her panties lay under the bed, for me to find later.
I silently thanked Alison for the videotapes.
29. Maria
I got a call the next morning from Suzy. She had another friend who
was going to be in town for the weekend and needed a place to stay.
Her name was Maria, and she spoke little english. I should brush up on
my high school spanish if I wanted to have any conversations with her.
I was told to expect Maria to show up at my door on Friday night. She
had plans for Saturday, and would be back to the apartment on Saturday
night, leaving Sunday morning.
Friday night Maria arrived. She was a normal size. 5'5", 120 pounds,
36B perhaps, with wide hips and a pile of very thick black hair on her
head, very hispanic looking, and very hot. She didn't speak much
english. She also didn't speak spanish. She spoke Portuguese. We
resorted to pointing and making gestures. I made us a couple of
hamburgers and opened a bag of potato chips for dinner. We downed the
burgers with beer. She said "good", which was part of her very limited
english vocabulary. She also understood "TV" and we watched some
baseball. She seemed interested in baseball.
When the game ended she got up to go to her room. As she was about to
go down the hallway, she turned around and touched her left hand thumb
and first finger together in an "O" and then, put her right hand first
finger through the "O" and began moving it in and out "Sexo?" she
asked me.
I still wasn't sure what she was, but I got up and followed her down
the hall. She exaggerated her hip sway and walked very slowly until I
caught up with her.
"Music?" she asked. Obviously another word in her english vocabulary.
I pointed to my stereo, which had been installed in this room. I
turned on the radio, which was tuned to a local "progressive" station,
but she spun the dial until she found a station with a latin beat. She
began to dance around, and I joined her. She shed her blouse and
ripped open my shirt. I unbuttoned her bra, she kicked off her shoes.
I kicked off mine. She was bobbing her head to the music as she knelt
down and started in on my pants. A moment later, without my pants
reaching the floor, she had my cock in her mouth, moving to the music.
It didn't take me long to get right to the edge of coming, so I pulled
her off and got her up on the bed. I kissed her on the mouth, and felt
her breasts. They were soft, not like ones which have had implants. I
was a little disappointed. Still, I moved down to kiss her nipples.
After a minute, and with her nipples hard, her hands pushed my head
towards her pants, which were still on her.
I sat up and unbuttoned her jeans. They were so tight on her that they
looked to be painted on. It took a bit of tugging, but I did get them
off.
She immediately pulled her legs together once the jeans cleared her
feet. She was wearing a black thong.
I had to come back up onto the bed to get to the thong. When I pulled
it down, she opened her legs, and out it fell.
Yes, she was a tranny, at least by the short thick cock which was
rapidly rising between her thighs.
I got rid of the thong and came back up onto the bed to grab my prey.
It hardened in my hand to a respectible 6" length. It was very thick,
though, as thick as I was, completely unexpected.
I began to lick it as she had licked me.
I felt her hand reach out and grab my cock.
I layed down next to her and we 69'd.
It was like a battle. When I was getting close, she'd stop. When I
could sense she was getting close, she'd stop. Neither of us wanted to
let the other one come first.
But, finally, I couldn't hold back. I let her come. Her come was thin,
and very salty. It flooded my mouth and dripped out the side.
She thrust her hips in a fucking motion as she came and held my head
between her thighs to prevent my escape once she began to come.
Holding me there, she began an assault on my cock, which concluded
about a minute later with her receiving the come she deserved for her
efforts.
I held the back of her head to prevent her escape, but she didn't try
to escape.
After I came, I began to grow flaccid. That wasn't the case with
Maria. She was still hard and ready to go again.
She released my head and pulled me up next to her on the bed. Her face
had come on it. I'm sure mine did also. She licked my face like a cat,
cleaning the come off. I did the same to her.
We kissed.
I felt her erection bump my thigh.
She created a ring with her thumb and forefinger and then put her
other finger though and said something I didn't understand. She
pointed at me and then the ring. She wanted to fuck me.
I shook my head no.
She pointed at the ring and then her, and I nodded yes.
She smiled and pulled her knees up to her chest.
I opened the dresser drawer and pulled out the lube. I reached back in
and pulled out a condom. I moved around between her legs.
Her hole was dark, the area around it dark also. This girl obviously
spent time pleasuring men.
I began to lubricate her. When I had worked up to two fingers, she was
starting to breath faster. My cock was throbbing between my legs.
I quickly slipped on the condom and eased myself inside. Her thick
legs wrapped around me, capturing me around the chest. I thrust deep.
Her hands pulled me in.
She said something that probably told me she was enjoying herself, but
I didn't understand. Her hands left my butt. One grabbed into the
sheets, the other onto her cock.
I began to fuck her with short strokes.
She leaned her head back. I saw her eyes roll back into her head. Her
mouth opened.
I increased my stroke and began to move slower.
Her cock, pressed against my stomach, and held by her hand, shot come.
She started to jerk her hand. She was going to come.
I plunged into her with long deep strokes. The sounds she was making
were not words.
Come erupted from her cock, coating both of us.
I continued to hammer her as she came.
When she finally let go of her cock, I adjusted my angle and pulled
her feet over my shoulders. I plunged deep into her once, twice, three
times, four times, and then, I could take no more. I filled the condom
with come as I held myself deep in her bowels.
Her knees slipped off my shoulders and I slipped out of her.
She rolled onto her stomach, giving me a view of her beautiful ass.
I left the room and came back with a wet wash cloth and cleaned both
of us up.
We slept together that night. Our method of communicating that we
enjoyed each other was smiling broadly at each other.
The next morning, we took a shower together, which was a lot of fun.
She left to go to wherever she was scheduled to go, and I cleaned up
the bed by replacing the sheets.
Maria came back that night around 9pm, with a friend. The friend spoke
better english. Her name was Isabella. Isabella said that Maria
enjoyed herself so much the night before that she wanted to do a favor
for me and Isabella by bringing us all together.
Maria pointed to the bedroom, and then did her famous "Sexo" signal.
No translation was necessary.
By the time we reached the bedroom, the hallway was littered with
shirts, shoes, and pants.
I arrived in the bedroom completely naked.
Isabella had on a pair of panties.
Maria had her bra still on.
Maria said something and then pulled down Isabella's panties. She led
Isabella to the bed and bent her over. She motioned to me to get up on
the bed and let Isabella suck my cock.
I moved into place and Isabella didn't waste an instant. Her mouth
swallowed my cock and proceeded to bring me to a state of nirvana
where all my senses were gone, but for the sense of touch between my
legs. Her thick lips cupped themselves around my cock as she withdrew,
and frictioned themselves against my shaft as she advanced. She held
my balls in her hand, lightly massaging them. This girl was good!
At the other end of Isabella, Maria was lubricating her. Maria's
condom-covered cock stood out and rested against Isabella's thin butt.
Maria was using one of my condoms, so it was kind of loose on her.
Maria said something which caused Isabella to stop sucking me.
Isabella moved up the bed.
I looked between her legs. She was a real girl. A few seconds later, I
felt Maria's wet hand on my cock, and then a condom went over it. A
moment later, I felt Isabella's pussy envelope my cock. She was very
wet and hot inside.
Maria moved into place.
I looked over Isabella's shoulder and saw her grab onto Isabella's
hips and then I felt her thrust forward.
Isabella's pussy became a lot tighter. I felt movement through the
thin membrane separating Isabella's pussy from her ass. I felt Maria
beginning to fuck Isabella in long strokes. I began to fuck her in
short strokes.
Isabella's breasts bobbed wildly against my chest. Her breathing was
ragged. She began to moan and her pussy began to convulse.
Isabella was coming. I couldn't hold back, I came too.
Maria was unfazed.
She continued to fuck Isabella for another ten minutes, long after my
cock deflated and fell out, long after Isabella had any feeling left
in her ass. But, eventually, Maria came.
Isabella rolled off of me.
I felt Maria touching my cock. I looked down. She was removing the
condom. Her condom was already off. She left the bedroom, her butt
giggling and her softening cock waving as she headed down the hall.
Isabella got up and left the bedroom also. I was left on the bed
alone. I heard the shower running. I fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning. Maria's cock was touching my cheek. I
smiled.
She looked down and touched me again on the cheek with her hard cock.
I knew what she wanted, and I gave it to her.
When she came, I held her come in my mouth, showed her, and then
swallowed. She smiled broadly.
I pulled back the covers, showing her my own erection.
She didn't delay and had her hand around the base in seconds.
Isabella came in.
Maria said something to her.
Isabella reached into the drawer and pulled out the lube and a condom.
She pulled the condom out of the package and then put it on me. She
shot lube onto her fingers and spread it on my condom-covered cock,
and then around Maria's hole.
Maria climbed on top, facing me, and lowered herself onto my hard
cock. I went deep. She sat there for a moment, and then began to ride
me. Her breasts, less ample than Isabella's and Tanya's, still had a
mesmerizing effect on me as they bounced with her ride.
Isabella came over to my end of the bed to watch. Then, Isabella
leaned Maria up and took a breast in her mouth.
I grabbed the other breast.
Her eyes closed, her mouth open, Maria continued to ride me.
Isabella then did something unexpected. She threw her leg over my head
and brought her pussy to my mouth. I had licked Angela's pussy a lot,
so I knew what was expected. I extended my tongue and tasted her. She
was quite wet. I licked up and down her slot, taking special care to
make sure I hit her clit.
After more than a few minutes, Isabella mashed herself down hard on my
face, grinding her pussy into my chin. She said something that was
blocked out my her thighs covering my ears. After a minute of her
pressing against my face, she obviously could take no more, and
dismounted.
Maria was still riding me. I could see she was getting tired.
I motioned her off.
We re-positioned ourselves doggie style on the bed over top of
Isabella.
Isabella again attended to Maria's breasts.
I plowed Maria's beautiful ass for a few minutes before flooding the
condom with come.
I collapsed on the bed next to Maria, who fell on top of Isabella.
We layed there a few minutes, then took a shower together. They left.
While I had given up on genetic girls, and wasn't a fan of 3 somes,
the experience was quite pleasurable. Of course, had Maria come home
alone, we could have had just as good a time.
The phone rang early that afternoon. It was Becca. She was calling to
again apologize.
I told her there was nothing to apologize for. I was happy to do what
we did, and would do again if she wanted.
She asked to come over. She had left her panties here.
I asked her to dinner, but she declined.
30. Becca Again
At 4pm, Becca showed up in a pair of skimpy shorts and a tank top. She
had breasts like Ji, almost non-existent, even with a padded bra. She
had no waist, and no padding at all on her butt. It was a bad outfit
for her figure.
Again, she apologized, and then asked for her panties.
I produced the panties in a paper bag. "I smelled them. They smell
like girl panties. Does your pussy get wet naturally?"
She was embarassed. "Yes, but I really don't think we should be
talking about my body anymore. I just came for my panties."
"I have something else that I'd like to give you." I produced a shirt
box. "I'm sorry, but the gift wrap department at A&S was closed when I
bought it."
"I can't accept it."
"Shush, of course you can accept it. Besides, you don't even know what
it is." I handed it to her.
She opened it up, to find a white teddy like the one Jenny wore a few
days earlier. I had called Jenny and asked where she bought it, then
treked out to Willow Grove to purchase it that afternoon.
"It's beautiful" she said.
"I thought you'd like it. It should look great on you."
"Yes, I'm sure it will. No one has ever given me lingerie before. I
sleep in a T shirt, usually."
"Nonsense. Pretty girls should wear pretty things. Would you care to
try it on and see if it fits. I can exchange it if it isn't the right
size?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea. I don't know that I want to
have a repeat performance of our last date."
"Tell me you didn't like it?"
"When you were doing it, it felt like nothing I felt before, a little
wild, and gave me goosebumps all over. When I did what I did at the
end..."
"You orgasmed, or came."
"When I came, I thought I had done something very bad. My thing..."
"Most girls call it a clit, guys call it a cock."
"My clit felt all tingly the rest of the night. I've gotten hard just
thinking about it, and have touched myself a lot in the last two
days."
"Your clit was awakened to not being ignored. Now that you've come for
the first time, you'll have to come every few days or you'll build up
a lot of pressure and have wet dreams that are really messy."
"Is that the truth?"
"Yes. You could relieve yourself with your hands each night. Or, if
you don't want to pleasure yourself, you could ask me to help you
out."
"You'd do what you did the other day again?"
"Sure. I enjoyed it."
"Isn't it a little gross putting it in your mouth? I mean, I pee out
of it!"
"I'm sure you clean up after you pee. It's like sucking on a finger,
only thicker. It doesn't have a lot of taste by itself."
"But when I come it shoots stuff!"
"Which has kind of a sweet taste. As long as you don't shoot it
directly into my throat and cause me to gag, it's quite a lot of fun
to have you shoot it in my mouth."
"Did the girl on the film let you do that to her?"
"Yes, many times. She was my fiance. We were going to get married, but
she died in a car accident a few months ago."
"Why do you have the films you showed me?"
"She and I liked to tape ourselves having sex so we could watch them
later and improve our lovemaking. When she died, I couldn't bring
myself to erase them."
"So you show them to girls to get them into your bed?"
"You're the only one who has seen them. I thought you would find it
educational."
"So, you said you have more of these?"
"Dozens. Did you want to watch another?"
"I want to see you sucking her until she comes. I don't believe you do
this with every girl."
"On one condition: you wear the teddy I just bought you."
"How about I put on the teddy IF you show me the film. If she comes in
your mouth, I'll let you undress me and put the teddy on."
"And then?"
"You can give me a repeat performance."
I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I extracted a tape, put it
into the VCR, and pressed play. On the TV, Alison and I entered the
bedroom. She had her corset and a pair of black panties on. I was
wearing a cock ring. I knelt before her and pulled the panties aside.
Reaching in, I pulled out her cock.
"Oh, she's bigger than I remember." Becca mubbled.
We watched in silence as I sucked on Alison until she could take no
more, grabbed my head, and thrust her hips forward. Alison made a low
moan. You could see I was enjoying her come. When Alison had finished,
she pulled herself out of my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck out my
tongue. Alison squeezed her clit from base to head, forcing a big
dollop of come onto my tongue. I closed, swallowed, and smiled.
I stopped the tape and looked over at Becca, who was smiling. "I guess
I need to wear some lingerie now." she said.
I got her out of her clothing in seconds. It took longer to get her
into the teddy than expected, since we had to remove the tags. When
she was in, she reached down to snap the crotch together.
"Becca, let me teach you a tranny trick, how to tuck." I explained to
her how to tuck herself in, to let female panties and lingerie fit as
it was intended. She did it and then snapped the crotch closed. I took
her to the full length mirror. "See, you look like a girl now. No
extra parts sticking out."
"Yes, I see that. I look like a little girl, though, because I'm flat
chested."
"That can be taken care of with plastic surgery, or not if your
boyfriend doesn't mind."
"Do you mind?"
"Not really. Guys are typically into one of two things-boobs or ass.
I'm an ass man. You have a nice ass. Even guys who date trannies fall
into this generality." I reached between her legs and stroked her.
"Ass men like it when you bend over for them."
Becca turned toward the bed and bent over.
I reached underneath and released the snap holding the crotch closed.
Her clit sprung free. It was hard. "Turn around now."
She turned. I knelt in front of her. "Beautiful. You're gorgeous in
that teddy. Do you feel pretty?"
"Yes, I do. Are you going to do it now?"
"Yes, I'm going to suck on you now. When you're about to come, don't
try to get away. Just relax and enjoy it."
She leaned back against the bed. I took hold of her 4" clit. The last
time, I didn't take time to look, but this time I lifted it to see her
pussy. It looked small, but had all the right shapes and was slightly
open. I licked it. The taste was 100% woman. Becca pulled back.
"You said you were going to suck my clit. Not that."
"I thought I'd start there and work my way up. Trannies have balls
here, and most like them licked. If you want want me to start higher,
I will."
"No, it's ok. Just don't linger."
I started again, quickly moving up to the main course. I held my thumb
and forefinger around the base of her clit to prevent her escape. She
bucked a bit, but didn't try to pull back when she finally came from
my oral ministrations. Her come was again tasty. I stayed there on my
knees, holding her in my mouth. I slipped my finger to her pussy and
moved it around to find the opening. The opening was small. I no
sooner got the tip inside when Becca pulled back with a scream.
"Ouch! When I'm hard, the hole closes! Your finger hurt! Don't do that
again!"
I apologized profusely, but Becca stripped off the teddy and put her
clothes on.
Grabbing up the teddy, she said "I assume you really want me to have
this?"
"Yes. I'll get you another if you want to come back."
"I'll have to think about that, but probably not. You're only
interested in me because I'm a freak of nature."
"Not true. While I dig your body the way it is, I would like you just
as well if you didn't have a pussy at all."
She left, as before, with no scheduled return.
31. Tanya Returns
I went to pick Tanya up at the airport. Her father, who accompanied
her on the trip, continued on to JFK in New York, so I didn't get to
see him at all. When I arrived at the airport for her 2pm arrival, I
found the plane had already arrived 45 minutes early. Fortunately,
Tanya was still going through customs. I met her at the baggage
carousel. She was very pleased to see me and gave me a huge kiss on
the cheek. I gave her a big hug and welcomed her back. When the
luggage finally arrived, I bent over to pick up one of her pieces,
being the gentleman I am, and she grabbed my ass.
"Sorry, it's a habit I picked up in Rome. Italian men were constantly
grabbing my ass, so I began to grab back when I'd see a nice one." she
explained.
We both laughed. People must have thought we were crazy. I brought
Tanya's car to pick her up. My little convertible was too small to
hold her and her luggage.
I drove, and Tanya told me about her trip. About half way home, she
finished the highlights and asked me about my week, specifically about
having Jenny room with me for a few days.
"Tanya, Jenny filled me in on your plan. It worked. I'm out of my
funk."
"Completely?"
"Yes, completely."
"How did you like your 'dates'?"
"You're so transparent. Every one of them designed to get me
interested, every one with a major flaw that would prevent me from
falling for them."
Tanya laughed.
I continued. "First, Jenny. Very nice girl who refuses to acknowledge
she has a penis. Don't touch it. Don't say anything about it. Just
work around it. Then, Ji, the sadomasochistic dominatrix. Believes her
little cock to be the greatest ever made. I'm lucky to have escaped
from the cuffs before she cut off my balls."
"I didn't know she was a dominatrix?!? I hope she didn't hurt you!"
"I didn't know until she cuffed me and then she transformed into an
evil discipile of Charles Manson."
"I'm sorry about that. I thought she was just a girl who liked to play
top."
"Then there was Maria, the girl who didn't speak english. Fun girl.
Her genetic female friend Isabella, who she brought over to play with
us, told me that she's the life of the orgy. She'll do it with anyone,
boy, girl, tranny, top, bottom, sideways."
"She brought a friend?"
"The second day. She fucked Isabella. I fucked her."
"Good, for a minute there I thought you went back to genetic girls."
I laughed, "Not likely. Then there was Becca."
"Who is Becca?"
"Becca, the virgin hermaphrodite. Only wants you to suck her, then
runs out of the apartment in shame? Comes back a few days later, and
does the same? Doesn't offer to take care of your needs at all,
Becca?"
"She wasn't one of mine."
"Suzy sent her over after I tossed Ji out onto the street."
"I don't know who she is. Sounds like Suzy sent in a ringer."
I laughed "Well, if she's a ringer. I feel sorry for her. She's either
very naive, or a good actress. She claimed to have never masterbated
or come before I gave her her first blow job."
"If she's a friend of Suzy's, she's probably a good actress. But,
we're getting off the subject."
"What subject?"
"I've been away for 10 days with my father, looking at lovely European
men, and playing nun the whole time?"
"Ah, so you return to me all horny?"
"Yes. My panties are barely holding it in."
"What makes you think I'm your solution?"
"George!"
"Tanya, I've been thinking about your big cock all morning. If I
didn't need both hands to drive, I'd have my hand around it right
now."
"George, I've been thinking about your big cock all WEEK!"
"Sorry, but I can't let it out in the car and concentrate on driving
while you play with it. We're only a few blocks from home now,
anyway."
We drove on in silence. When we arrived, we grabbed Tanya's suitcases,
and hurried into the apartment.
As soon as the door closed, we were kissing, tongues battling, and
removing each other's clothes.
Tanya skipped removing my shirt, and instead began with my pants. My
cock sprung out into her hand. She squeezed hard.
I pulled her hand away to get her shirt and bra off.
She immediately re-grabbed with her other hand.
Our kiss continued as I pulled off her skirt and reached into her
panties and freed her cock.
She was hard as I grabbed on with both hands. I guided us towards the
sofa.
She pulled toward the bedroom.
We compromised on the floor by the front door.
I landed on top, and moved a hand to her breast. Her nipple was hard.
I broke the kiss and moved to her chest, to give her beautifully
shaped breasts some attention.
She was pulling on my cock, refusing to let go, as I licked and sucked
her nipples.
I turned into a 69. Her magnificantly long, thick, and caramel-colored
cock stared me in the face, the head purple and bloated. I began to
lick the head around the crown.
I felt Tanya's mouth around my own cock, her lips pulling at the shaft
as the head tickled the entrance to her throat. It felt GREAT.
She sucked with great gusto. I opened my mouth wide, and took her head
inside. It was hot and hard. I ran my tongue around it as best I
could. I took her balls in one hand and began to stroke the shaft with
the other. I lunged, forcing more of her into my mouth. Her huge head
hit my throat. I gagged, and pulled back.
I heard her moaning with pleasure. My cock was on fire. Her sucking
had become frantic. She held onto the base of my cock with one hand,
and had her other around my butt, pulling me into her. And then, I
could take no more.
With a mouth full of Tanya, I could say nothing, and make hardly any
noise. The familiar boiling sensation in my balls began, and then
Tanya received the full load. Jet after jet shot into her mouth. She
was moaning, clearly enjoying the juicy gift.
When I had finished coming, she let me slip from her mouth. Her cock,
still embedded in my mouth, was looking for continued attention. I
pulled back and released her.
She made a noise that signalled disappointment.
"We can't have you coming in my mouth quite yet. Let's go to the
bedroom and let me continue to welcome you home."
Tanya smiled.
I shed my shirt in the hall and walked to the bedroom. She was a step
behind me.
I felt her big cock bump against my ass more than once as we walked
into the bedroom.
"Tanya, stand here in the doorway for a moment, I want to see all of
your loveliness." I took in the sight. She was magnificant. Her full
breasts topped by dark hard nipples offset by the 10"+ length of her
jutting hard cock, and the soft curves of her waist to the fullness of
her hips and ass. A tranny centerfold if there was ever one. I pulled
back the covers, revealing towels underneath, and hopped up on the
bed.
She started to walk towards me.
I spun myself on the bed, laying on my back, and pulled my knees up to
my chest. My hole pointed at her.
"I think it's time to let you do that one remaining thing. There is
vaseline in the dresser drawer along with the KY. You're so big, I
think you'll need to use both to not tear me."
Her cock twitched. "George, are you serious? You'll let me?"
"Yes. I'm sure it will be painful at first, but it's something you
need to do, and I'm happy to oblige. I'm just sorry that I couldn't be
the first in YOUR ass."
"I'll be gentle." She got the vaseline and used her long fingers to
lubricate me. I think she used 1/4 of the jar! When she had gotten me
to relax with 2 fingers inside, she added KY, which really made it
slippery. A third finger went inside.
My cock regained it's hardness. I looked down. She was still hard.
She lifted her cock into place, and pulled her slimy fingers out of my
hole. All three didn't seem as large as the head on her cock. She
wiped her fingers on her cock, and shot some additional KY on it too.
"George, are you sure?"
"Yes, fuck me."
She tried to be gentle, but she couldn't get the head in. She rocked
against me, trying to wedge it in slowly. It wasn't working. On one of
her down thrusting pelvic grinds, I pushed back at her, pulling her
hips towards me with my hands. In she went.
I cried out, and held her "Don't move. Let me get used to it." It felt
like a metal spike had been forced into my ass. The pain was
incredible. "Tanya, you're GIGANTIC."
"Do you want me to take it out?"
"No, just let me get used to it. Move it in a little more."
She pressed and the pressure of her head stretching my sphincter
released. She slid in, helped by all the lube she had put in.
"Ah, that feels better." I said. I leaned my head back and relaxed.
Tanya pressed further. Her big cock was stretching me, but it wasn't
painful any more. I felt her head against my prostate. As it slid
around, my cock jumped and shot come.
"Oh, I can feel you squeezing me." she said. She hit bottom, more come
shot. "Oh, again."
"Tanya, now ease it back, then forward. Go slow. I'll tell you if you
need to stop."
She began to fuck me. With every stroke, my stretched ass relaxed to
allow her space to move. Soon, she was moving at a good pace. She was
smiling broadly. "Like that?" she said.
"Oh, Yes. How about you?"
"It feels good in there. Can I go faster now?"
"Yes, Tanya, fuck me good."
And she did. Her hips moved like a well oiled machine, thrusting her
big cock into my ass. She went on for a minute, and I could see she
was going to come.
I grabbed her hips.
"No, not yet." I said, but she couldn't stop.
She pounded in deep and then let out of howl and shot her pent up load
deep into my ass. She pressed her full length inside me, causing some
pain once again, as her head pressed against my now tender prostate.
I wrapped my legs around her and waited for her to withdrawl. She
collapsed on top of me, her cock still stuck firmly in my ass.
I gave her a kiss.
She kissed back. "Thank you." she whispered.
Her cock remained in my ass. It wasn't quite as hard, but it was still
quite large. It felt like I needed to take a huge shit, but my bowels
were sore and didn't want to expell the monster in there.
We laid there in this position for more than 10 minutes before she
stirred again. "You must need to go to the bathroom now George."
Her cock slipped from me, unstopping the flow of come and lube that so
filled my ass. I felt it run out onto the towels. She folded the top
towel up around me like a diaper.
"You're dripping badly." She said as she helped me off the bed and to
the bathroom. My legs were rubbery.
I sat on the toilet and more came out, along with some air. The towel,
which I expected to be bloody, was not. When I finished, I looked into
the toilet. No blood there either.
Tanya came back to the bathroom. "I've cleaned up the bed. How about a
shower?"
"How about a bath? My legs feel like rubber."
"How is your ass? Did it close ok?"
"Yes. No blood either. You were very patient and gentle. I appreciate
that."
"No, George, I appreciate you letting me do it with you for the first
time. I've been in love with you ever since I met you."
I laughed "And I've been in love with your cock since I first met it.
It took me longer to get to love you."
She laughed. "Well, me too, really. I wasn't so sure about you until I
spent time with Alison, and then I knew you really were a nice guy who
would treat a girl like me right."
"How about that bath?"
We played in the bath, making sure every nook and cranny on each other
was spotlessly clean. We both came out hot and hard after towelling
each other dry.
I looked at her. "Again?" I asked.
She grabbed some fresh towels off the rack and we headed to the
bedroom. When we got there, she laid the towels and then herself down
on the bed, and pulled her legs up in the same position I had just
taken.
"Sorry Tanya, no. You pounded my prostate so much that I don't think I
can maintain an erection."
Her cock waved hard in the air. "Let me take care of you again."
I grabbed the vaseline and slathered her hard cock with enough to turn
it from a caramel color to white. I dripped on some KY, and began to
stroke her while I rubbed some of the mixture around my hole. I
climbed on top and eased myself back on her cock. My sphincter, now
used to her girth, opened around her as I sat back on her. Her pipe
rode up into my bowels. I let out a sigh as she hit bottom.
Her hands grabbed my hips as I began to ride her, my cock bouncing
against her stomach. A little come dribbled out of me, but nothing
like earlier. She was breathing heavily as I tried to squeeze my ass
muscles against her. I had success as she tightened her grip against
my hips and mashed me down to take her full length. I rippled my ass
muscles as I felt her cock swell.
"Oh!" she cried, as her cock once again flooded my ass with her come.
I continued to flex my ass muscles until I felt her grow flaccid a
minute later. I leaned forward and laid on top of her, letting her
fall from my ass. Lube and come came out with her, but we were both
too exhausted to care.
We kissed softly for a long time before I rolled off. We napped,
wrapped in each others arms. When I woke, it was dark. I rolled off
the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. I took a shower. Tanya
was still sleeping. I returned to the bathroom and got a warm wash
cloth, and cleaned her up with it. I pulled the soiled towels from
underneath her. She was exhausted from the trip, as well as her
"welcome home". I cuddled in next to her and fell back asleep.
When I woke again, it was morning. Tanya was in the shower.
I waited for her in the bathroom with a towel, and gave her a good
drying off.
Tanya was hard when I finished. She looked me in the eye, and then
down at her erection.
I knelt and took her in my mouth. She accepted my attention for only a
few minutes, then gave me a good morning drink. Her come was thin,
which was not unexpected since she had come twice the night before.
She was still salty, and I enjoyed the drink.
She gave me a kiss afterwards and we went back to the bedroom.
"How is your prostate today? Will you be able to fuck me today?" she
asked, hopefully.
"I feel sore inside. You're pretty big, you know, and you did me twice
last night. Maybe tonight or, at the latest, tomorrow."
"Did you like it?"
"Well, being fucked isn't my most favorite activity, but I do it for
my lovers and have a good time every time I do it." I replied,
honestly.
"I enjoyed it myself. I'd like to do it again with you sometime."
"Yes, and I with you. But, when you're as big as you are, you have to
expect that I'll need some recovery time."
"Oh, I didn't mean today. I meant like once or twice a month. How
often did you do it with Alison?"
"Twice."
"A month?"
"No, twice. She did it the first time we were together ever, and the
second time was after I won that bet and milked you. I think the
second time was more a punishment than anything else."
"Had you been my lover, I would have punished you too. You as much
fucked me without actually fucking me."
"Yes, that was fun, wasn't it?"
"Yes, I'm looking forward to the real thing, though."
"Tonight or tomorrow."
We had breakfast and then did all of Tanya's laundry, which was
considerable in volume. She showed me the shoes she bought in Italy.
With her latest purchases, she now had more than 100 pairs. She said
her father told her that she should "grab George while he's
available".
I told her that she should take her father's advice, since he's a
doctor, and laughed.
By the time evening rolled around, and we had dinner, Tanya was a
little tired again. She was still adjusting to the time difference.
I came into the bedroom shortly after she did, and found her wearing
new lingerie. The camisole was white, with spaghetti straps that
strained against the size of her breasts. She had on a set of tap
pants, also white satin. The white lingerie against her brown skin was
striking, and she was lovely lying there sleeping.
I took off my clothes, and climbed into bed next to her. I pulled a
sheet over us, as the air conditioning was running full blast.
I woke up. It was early morning.
Tanya laid beside me, smiling. "Good morning sleepy head" she said.
"What time is it?"
"Afternoon in Rome. 7am here. I've been up and frustrated for two
hours."
"Frustrated?"
"Frustrated. Did you know your cock gets hard in the morning, and no
amount of stroking, sucking, or licking would give me a reward?"
"You played with me while I was sleeping?"
"Yes, for quite a while. How is your prostate today?"
"No pain. But, my bladder is full. I need to go take a pee." and off I
went. When I returned 5 minutes later, Tanya was lying on her stomach
on the bed. "Tanya, those pants make your butt look great."
"Fuckable?"
"Yes, fuckable would be one word to describe it." I walked to the end
of the bed. "How about coming up on your knees, so I can see if they
make your butt look immediately fuckable."
Tanya pulled some pillows under her and came up on all fours. Her cock
fell out of a leg of the pants. It was hard. "Immediately fuckable?"
"Immediately after I get a towel and some lube, yes."
"Forget the towel, and I'm already lubed." she said as she pulled the
tap pants down, revealing her wet hole. Her cock hung down between her
legs, her big balls visible.
I mounted the bed, my cock leading me to my prey. I rolled the head
around her dark brown opening, picking up some lube. "Make love to me
George." she said.
I eased the head inside and stopped to let her get used to my size.
She moaned "Oh, so thick." and began to push back against me.
I gave her the entire length and began long slow strokes.
Her cock began to drip come continuously as I fucked in and out of her
brown hole. She fucked back against me.
I picked up speed. Soon, we were fucking like rabbits. Her hole felt
like it was tightening as I neared my orgasm. I caught myself before I
went over the edge, and slowed our fucking. I withdrew.
"Turn over. I want you to see me my face when I come inside you for
the first time" I said.
She rolled over, and pulled back her legs. I immediately returned to a
stacatto rythym of fucking her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open.
Her big cock had grown soft, but was still large enough to be flopping
around between us as I hammered her ass. Her ass gripped me tightly. I
held her thighs tightly as I buried myself deeply in her ass
"I'm coming in your love hole Tanya. Do you feel it?" I cried as I
shot my juice into her bowels.
She opened her eyes, a huge smile on her face. "Give it to me George."
Her hands pulled at my waist, her back arched, holding me deep inside
her.
Soon, I began to grow soft.
As I attempted to pull out, Tanya held me "Just stay here on top until
it falls out naturally. I don't want you to go."
I stay on top of her until my cock grew too soft to maintain it's
position inside and was forced out by her sphincter muscle. I laid
down beside her.
"Did you like that?" I asked softly.
"That was love making at its finest. I can't wait for a re-run. Want
to take a shower together now?"
"That would be great." I helped her up out of the pile of pillows,
noting that Tanya's come was seemingly everywhere.
I pointed out the dozens of spots to her and she said "Next time you
can start on top, so the come ends up in your hand or on my stomach
and won't be wasted."
I agreed that would be a better plan. I helped my lover to the
bathroom, where we got a shower.
Over the next year, Tanya blossomed into a truly beautiful woman. I
would love to claim that her drinking my come, or taking my come in
her ass, every day had something to do with it, but that's probably
just wishful thinking. Having me around, who cared about her and
wanted her to become the best woman she possibly could ever be, was a
more likely cause. Well, that and hormones.
During the same year, I drank a lot of her come, too, and took some in
my ass a few times, and turned into a guy that other men envied. Each
time we went anywhere, people were drawn to look at Tanya and her
lucky boyfriend George. Sure, the fact that we were an interracial
couple did cause some of it, but Tanya was truly a knock-out. Men
whistled at her on the street. Life was sweet.
32. Tanya Cheats
And then, I came home one day early, and found Tanya with Jenny. She
was brutally fucking the poor little asian girl, who was tied, face
down, on the coffee table. I stared in disbelief, but remembered to
close the door behind me. Tanya looked at me, and smiled, then
continued without saying anything to me.
I watched.
Eventually, Tanya came, driving the girl hard against the side of the
table, causing the legs on the opposite ends of the table to break.
I rushed over to help untie Jenny from the remains of the table.
She looked up at me "Thanks George" she said breathlessly. "Tanya can
REALLY fuck."
Tanya untied her legs and helped her upright. Jenny had red marks all
over her from the rough fucking she just endured.
"I'll be ok Tanya. I'll just go to the bathroom now myself."
I looked at Tanya. As soon as Jenny got into the bathroom, I said "We
need to talk about this when Jenny leaves."
"She'll go as soon as she's cleaned up." Tanya replied.
I picked up the broken coffee table and put it in the corner.
Tanya peeled off her condom, and went into the bedroom.
Jenny came out of the bathroom, still nude, and began to collect her
clothes from the floor and put them on. She said nothing to me, until
she was fully clothed.
"Tell Tanya I'll see her around. Thanks for being understanding about
all this. You're a very lucky guy to have Tanya."
Before I could say a word, she opened the door and left.
Tanya appeared a moment later, "Did Jenny leave?"
"Yes. She seemed like this was a recreational fuck, and assumed I was
ok with it."
"It was. I fuck her about once a week. I like to fuck, but don't want
to push you into doing it more than once a month because it screws you
up for days at a time sometimes. So, Jenny, who doesn't care if she
ever has an erection, is the perfect choice of partner. Don't you
think?"
"I thought we were a couple. Couples don't have recreational sex
partners."
"You're just jealous because I didn't invite you to watch."
"No, I'm not jealous. I'm mad. You snuck around and found a partner to
fuck and never told me."
"Would you prefer that I told you I need to fuck you in the ass once a
week or we're through?"
"Yes. Sneaking around isn't the way to have a lasting relationship."
"Ok, if that's the way you feel about it, I normally fuck Jenny every
Tuesday. So, every Tuesday will be your day to get fucked if I feel
like fucking, Ok?."
"And you'll stop fucking Jenny?"
"Yes."
"Ok then. One thing more. You need to pay for a new coffee table." I
added.
"I have a better idea."
"What?"
"You fix the table. And we'll get my father to give us the money to
buy a horse."
"Where would we keep a horse in the city?" I asked, incredulously.
"No, a fucking horse. I saw one at Suzy's shop." she replied.
"Is that the thing with the padded top and rings all over it?"
"Yes, you strap your victim in using cuffs attached to the rings. Then
you fuck them. The coffee table is a cheap substitute."
We went over that afternoon to Suzy's and bought one. It had a cut-out
to prevent cock damage to the fuckee. This being Tuesday, and Tanya
being horny to fuck me on the horse, I was strapped in first.
Tanya showed me great gentleness, then no mercy, as she fucked me
senseless. The condom on my cock was full of come when she finally
shot hers into my bowels. She made a great show of drinking the come
out of my condom, then kissing me and forcing some of it into my mouth
while I was still strapped to the horse.
It was Thursday before I felt up to strapping her in, and she learned
how different being fucked on a horse is versus being made love to on
the bed.
Tanya and I moved to a house in the area, mostly because the neighbors
used to bang on the walls whenever we got a little roudy during sex.
The house was a lot larger, and we dedicated the smallest bedroom as
our "sex room". We bolted the horse to the floor, and added a swing
and other items to the room. While we still made love in our bedroom
regularly, some Tuesdays and virtually all Saturdays became the "wild
sex in the sex room" days.
33. Becca Returns
While washing the car one day, who should walk by but Becca! She said
hello and told me she lived in the neighborhood!
Tanya saw me out there with her and came out to see who I was talking
to.
I introduced her.
Tanya was cordial.
Becca left, and Tanya asked if she was the hermaphrodite.
I said she was.
Tanya joked "there goes the neighborhood" and left me to finish up
with the car.
A few days later, after Tanya went to school, Becca knocked on my
door. She was wearing the white lingerie I had given her as a shirt,
and had a pair of short-shorts on.
She asked if she could talk for a minute. I didn't want to let her in,
so I let her stand on the steps to say her peace. She began with an
apology for not calling me back. She felt she had used me, and that
was wrong.
I accepted her apology.
She asked if Tanya was a tranny, and I opened the door and let her in.
I didn't want to have that broadcast to the neighborhood.
I told her that Tanya was a tranny, and was hung like a horse.
She asked if I was the "boy" and Tanya the "girl" when it came to
having sex.
I said that was none of her business.
She told me she had not been with anyone else since me, and had
frequently masterbated thinking of our two times together.
And then, she got to the point. She wanted to "borrow" some of my
tapes of Alison and I. She had tried, in vain, to find tranny tapes.
She watched regular porn, but that didn't excite her.
I told her no, and showed her the door. I went to school.
When I returned from school the next day, I found a broken window in
the back door, and our place had been thoroughly searched.
I called the police. I couldn't see anything missing.
Tanya came home to find the police at our door. She looked around and
didn't notice anything missing either. Probably teenagers looking for
drugs or money.
About a week later, I saw Becca on the street. She smiled at me and
waved.
I waved back.
She came over to my side of the street. "When can I return your
tapes?"
"What tapes?"
"The tapes I stole from you."
"YOU were the one who broke in?"
"Yes. I looked through all your stuff, too. That sex room is kind of
wild."
"How many tapes did you take? I didn't see any missing?"
"Only about half a dozen. I enjoyed them a LOT. I got one with Tanya.
She's GIGANTIC. How could you suck on her for over an hour? Didn't it
make your mouth ache?"
"This is not a conversation I want to have in the street. Come to my
house tomorrow morning after Tanya leaves for school and bring back my
tapes, ok?"
The next day, Becca came to the house. She sashayed in like she owned
the place, handing me a bag with the videos in it.
"Here are your videos. Can I borrow another set?"
"Becca, I should have you arrested."
"And have me tell Tanya you suck my clit after she leaves for school
every morning? I don't think so."
"But I don't."
"But you will, or I'll tell her."
"No, I won't."
"Then I'll take another 6 videos for the next week instead."
I took her upstairs and went to the bottom of the closet and pulled
out 6 random tapes. When I turned around, her hard clit was staring me
in the face.
"You'll suck me now. You know you want to."
And I did. She had grown used to attention down there from
masterbating for the last year, and held my head tight against her as
she shot her come into my mouth.
"Good boy. I'll see you in a week."
Each week was a repeat of the last. Eventually, I handed her the last
of the videos she had not seen before. I told her that these were it,
and she said she'd be back in a week.
When she came back the following week, she handed me back my videos,
and said that she was still expecting a sucking. But first, she wanted
for me to explain how I "milked" Tanya in the video.
After an explanation of tranny anatomy, and a guess as to Becca's own
plumbing, Becca pulled her erect clit out of her panties. She was very
hot and horny. She came quickly.
She left without any videos, and said she'd be back the next week for
her sucking, anyway.
34. Becca's Milking
Becca arrived after Tanya left for school. It was now fall, so she was
wearing a long coat. When she got inside, she said she wanted to go
upstairs to a bedroom, so she could lay down while I "attended" to
her. When she got into the bedroom, she shed her coat. Underneath was
a black teddy. The teddy contrasted with her translucent white skin
and freckles. Her body was still undeveloped. Her breasts barely
pushed out the front of the teddy. Her clit was tucked, yet hard. She
leaned back against the bed.
I knelt in front of her and reached for the snap between her legs.
She pushed my hand away.
"Something different today."
"What?"
"You're going to milk me and drink my come, then suck me and make me
come again."
"Ok, is your prostate accessible through your pussy or your ass?"
"I don't know. But, because I'm hard, you won't be able to put a
finger in my pussy."
"Ok, well, that decides it. Scoot up on the bed and pull up your
knees."
She did. Her hole was small, unused, and tightly closed. "Looks like
you don't do a lot back here."
"I don't do a lot anywhere down there. Be careful with your fingers.
I've never had anything back there."
I lubed up a finger and her hole, and then gently pressed it in. She
made an odd noise. "Ok?"
"It feels wierd."
"Just relax." I said, as I pushed more into her. I felt around. She
was put together like most trannies, but her rectum seemed large for
such a small girl. I held her little clit in my hand, and began to
lick the end. Pre-come oozed from the tip. I continued to probe with
my finger. I began to suck her. My finger could find no spot that
marked the position of her prostate. I pushed in several spots, but
nothing.
I stopped. "Your prostate is probably being hidden by your pussy. I'm
not finding it. If you want me to milk you, you'll have to give me
access to your pussy." Her clit waved in front of me, wet with my
saliva.
"Just suck me off then. My pussy closes when I'm hard."
I sucked her until she exploded in my mouth. She lay there on the bed.
I stood up, wiping a drop of come from the corner of my mouth.
"Ok, time to go." I said.
"Wash you hands, and come back. You wanted to feel inside my pussy,
didn't you?"
I went and washed my hands. When I returned, her clit had shrunk back
to a very small size. She had her feet up on the bed, her knees apart.
I could see both her holes. I sat at the end of the bed, and extended
a finger towards her pussy.
"Gently. That's not been used, either."
I rolled my finger through her folds, and found the opening. I slipped
my finger inside. She was very wet, but also very small. There was no
way I'd get a second finger inside. My finger hit bottom not even 4"
inside her. I pressed around, and she squirmed and shook her hips. I
moved my other hand to her little cock, pulling on it. I got her erect
enough to hold in my hand. I felt the opening squeezing against my
invading finger. I moved my finger around inside. Pressing in a
particular spot verified that I had found her prostate. Come dribbled
from the end of her clit. I took the head into my mouth and began to
massage her prostate from inside her pussy. Her clit got hard as my
tongue wiped across the head. Come dribbled, shot, and pumped from her
as I touched, prodded, and poked her prostate.
She squirmed, bucked, and made little cries of joy as I worked her
over.
Eventually, she told me to stop. I began to suck on her clit, which
was still hard, but she made me stop that also.
I pulled my finger from her tight opening and let her up.
Her face was wet, the teddy stuck to her with sweat. Her hair was
tossled. She stood up, on slightly wobbly legs. Her clit swung free.
She grabbed her coat and put it on, and shakily said "Next week, more"
and then left.
35. Becca Comes Again
The next week, Becca was back. She again wore the black teddy. When I
unsnapped her crotch, I found both her hard clit and, inserted into
her pussy, a wooden dowel. I looked up at her as she layed on the bed.
"Take out the dowel and quickly put your finger inside. I tried it
yesterday, it works." she said.
I licked my finger to get it slick, pulled the dowel, and stuck my
finger inside her. It wasn't as easy as when she is soft, but I did
make it inside.
"Now, milk me, drink my come, and then suck me off."
I milked her for 20 minutes, until she had nothing more to give, then
milked her for another 10 minutes, just letting her feel the sensation
of coming without shooting anything.
After 30 minutes, I held my finger hard against her prostate, flicking
it back and forth occasionally while I sucked her clit. It didn't take
long before she was holding my head down against her clit and bucking
her hips against my face. She came, but nothing came out.
Once she regained her composure, she got up, put on her long coat, and
left.
The following weeks were a repeat of the first, with a slightly longer
milking time each time.
36. Becca Becomes Bold
After several weeks of milking, following several months of sucking,
it was inevitable that Becca would want to move on. When she arrived
in her long coat and showed a red teddy, I figured something was going
to be different.
She slapped my hand away from her crotch when I went to undo the snap.
"I have something different in mind today." she said as she sat down
on the bed and separated her knees, giving me a good view of her clit,
which was not tucked, held back by the skimpy snap in the teddy.
"Yes?"
"I've been teasing you by having you pleasure me. I think it's time
for me to become acquainted with you." she said.
My cock, always at attention, strained in my pants.
"What do you have in mind?" I stammered.
"Let's start with you being naked."
I removed my clothes. My cock waved towards her. I approached.
"Back, big boy."
I stepped back. Her naked foot came out, touching my cock, lifting it
this way and that.
"Nice. Come a little closer."
I stepped a little closer. She slid off the bed, her head was now at
the level of my crotch. Her hand reached out and grabbed it.
"Just like in the video. I didn't expect it to be so warm, though."
She began to stroke me. It felt good, then better than good, great.
"If you continue that handshake you're giving me, you'll get a white
shower." I stammered.
"White shower?"
I convulsed and came. My come flew out and hit her face, hair, and
chest. She pulled back, clearly surprised. She let go and covered her
face. "EEEEUUUUUUUUU" she said.
I grabbed her hands and moved my cock closer.
"You're a cock tease. When you tease too long, you get the reward.
Now, suck the come off my cock."
She turned her head. I twisted her wrist. "I said suck it."
She cried out in pain.
"Suck it."
She turned her face back and bravely took the end of my dribbling cock
into her mouth. She clearly didn't like it.
I pushed her head back against the bed, forcing more of my cock inside
her mouth.
She gagged.
I pulled back a little. I held her there until I began to grow soft,
then pulled out. She was a mess and looked like she was going to spit.
"Do NOT spit it out. Good Girls swallow. Bad Girls get fucked in the
ass for spitting it out."
She closed her mouth, grimaced, and swallowed.
"Good Girl" I said.
She began to cry. I lifted her up onto the bed by an arm. Her erection
was gone.
"I need to go." she said.
"You need to be cleaned up. You can't walk down the street with come
in your hair and on your face." I said.
I lifted an elbow and she followed me to the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror. "You're right." She pulled at her hair. "I
should wash my hair. Can I take a shower?"
"Sure." I turned on the shower for her, then turned back to see she
was still in the teddy.
"Surely you aren't going to get into the shower in that?"
"I was hoping you'd take it off me." she whimpered.
I reached between her legs to unsnap the crotch and found a familiar
hardness. "Does your clit need to be relieved?"
"Yes. Please?"
It didn't take long before I tasted her sweet nectar, but she didn't
seem to mind that it was over so quickly.
I joined her in the shower and helped her wash, and she did the same
for me.
I thoroughly enjoyed how she wanted me to clean her back. She put her
arms around my neck from the front, jumped up, and wrapped her legs
around me. Her little clit pressed against my stomach as I wiped her
back and tight ass with the wash cloth. Had her pussy been large
enough to accept my girth, I could have impaled her on my cock by
merely letting her slide down an inch or two. My cock pressed against
her folds, giving her the sense, as she put it, "of sitting on a fence
post".
After drying off, she put on her teddy and overcoat and left.
The following week, she was back in the red teddy. This time, she
actually sucked on my cock until it came, then swallowed. We didn't
take a shower, but I did relieve her of her erection. The following
week was similar, except we 69'd. Weeks past, and the familar red
teddy told me that a 69 was the order of the day each time. I was
amazed that she moved from a girl who never gave a blow job in her
life, to one who eagerly sucked and swallowed. I guess watching me to
her do it over and over broke down any inhibitions she had.
37. Becca Grows Bolder
When Becca showed up in the green teddy, I knew that something was
going to change. She handed back a videotape which she had initially
held back. She said she had kept it because it made her come every
time she saw it. I looked at the tape. It said "Alison, loss of
virginity."
I explained to Becca that, as small as she was, it would be painful
the first few times.
She seemed resolute.
I suggested that, instead of the bed, she have her first time in the
swing in the sex room.
She told me whatever I felt was best, she would go with, since I was
so much more experienced.
I strapped her into the swing. Her legs and arms were tied vertically,
her back horizontal, her head lifted. Her two holes faced me. I took a
big dollop of vaseline and put it against her small round rear
entrance.
She wiggled.
I spread it out around the hole, and took another. I pressed my finger
in, pushing the vaseline into her rectum. Her clit was standing up. I
took yet another glob of vaseline and spread it around inside her. Her
clit waved. I took it in my mouth as I aimed the tip of the KY into
her hole. I pressed in and then squeezed.
She made a noise.
I pulled the KY nozzle clear, and squirted some on my own hard cock. I
worked a finger back into her, spreading the KY and vaseline mixture
around inside, then added a second finger. When she seemed relaxed, I
took hold of her clit and brought my own fat cock to her opening. Her
opening looked impossibly small against the 2 1/2" diameter of the
head of my cock, yet I knew that it would fit. I pulled her close,
using her cock as a handle, and pressed against her little hole. I
needed more leverage, so I let go of her clit and grabbed her hips
with both hands. I pulled her in.
She struggled against the invader, yelling "Stop, it won't fit" as I
forced the head inside. She began to cry, but I finally seated the
head inside her. I held her hips tight.
"Relax, you'll enjoy this." I said to her. She continued to cry. "It
will hurt worse if I pull out now than if I fuck you and then pull
out. The head is bigger, remember? But, if you don't stop crying, I
will pull out."
She choked back her tears.
I pulled her hips into me, seating more of myself into her bowels.
Once past her sphincter, there was lots of room. I pressed in until I
could get no more inside. "Are you ok?" I asked
She nodded. She had stopped crying and actually seemed ok with what
was happening "down there" to her little hole.
I fucked her slow, fast, in long strokes, in short strokes, straight
in, in at an angle, and every which way that girl could take it while
tied up in the swing. Her clit shot come at first, then dribbed a bit,
and then eventually just twitched. I made sure to show her I licked
her discharge off my hand. I smiled a lot, too. Her sphincter relaxed
and I used the swing to the full advantage, pulling myself completely
out and then plunging the full length back in.
She made few noises, mostly grunts as I slammed deep into her.
When I came, I flooded her with hot come. It dripped out of her loose
hole and onto the floor when I finally withdrew. I wiped her up before
I released her.
She skipped the shower, put some paper towels in her teddy in case she
leaked, put on her overcoat and went home. No mention of a return.
Weeks past and she didn't come back. I was finally free of her
blackmail.
38. Tanya gets Even
It was a Tuesday. Tanya said she wanted me on the horse and strapped
me in. It was the first time in more than a month she wanted to fuck
me. She lubed me up, and then produced a new hood for me to wear. It
had no eye holes and a mouth opening that had a metal plate that went
in between my teeth that forced my mouth open wide. "All the better to
fuck your mouth with" she said as she slipped her cock into my mouth.
Having to hold my mouth wide open when Tanya's cock was in my mouth
was nothing new. The loss of control, though was another matter. She
could thrust and withdrawl at her whim. It was almost as if my mouth
was a fuck hole for her big cock. I could not speak.
As I was holding Tanya's cock in my mouth and trying to give her a
good licking, I felt her finger enter me, and then, shortly afterward,
a second, then both withdrew to be replaced with a small dildo. But,
wait. I feel extra hands, and that dildo is hot and attached to
someone who began to fuck me wildly. I struggled to get Tanya out of
my mouth as I'm being fucked by the unknown cock. "Tanya, you bitch."
I thought. It didn't take long before the hands on my hips pulled in
and the cock fucking me flooded my bowels with come.
I heard Tanya say "Good." and then pulled herself out of my mouth. I
began to protest, but only odd sounds came out due to the mask, and
then I felt Tanya enter me from behind. While the small cock loosened
me up a little, I wasn't prepared for Tanya plunging in without
forewarning. I screamed. Tanya fucked me wildly. I drooled out the
open mask. Tanya came like never before. I felt her cock expand and
shoot. She continued to fuck me with a vengence. Finally she withdrew
and left me there. I called to her to let me out, but she didn't, or
couldn't understand my sounds.
After a seemingly long time, someone lifted my head and pushed a small
cock into my mouth. I recognized the cock. Becca. Had I a way to bite
it off, I would have. As it was, she fucked my face and there was
nothing I could do about it. She shot her come into my mouth, which
rolled out, since the mask held my mouth wide open.
My ass suddenly was on fire. Someone had hit me with a paddle. "Bad.
You will NOT waste your mistresses come again." Tanya yelled.
I heard Becca say "That was probably too much. Should we let him go?"
Tanya responded "He knows that Tuesday he's going to be fucked. He'll
take it now, and dish it back the whole rest of the week."
"So, what do we do with him now?" Becca questioned.
"Make him watch?" Tanya responded.
They took off the mask and dragged me over to the wall. From there I
watched the two of them suck and fuck each other silly the rest of the
night. I cheered Tanya on when Becca was impaled on her monster cock,
knowing that Becca was being ripped to shreds. I told Becca she could
do better when she tried to suck on Tanya.
After hours of watching, they helped me up and led me to the bathroom.
They threw me in the shower to wash off, then dried me. The cuffs
stayed on.
When they got me to the bedroom, they tied me to the bed. Each took a
side and teased my now hard cock until they were too tired to
continue. Of course, I was not permitted to come.
I awoke with a girl on each side of me the next morning.
Tanya was the first one to speak. "Becca came to me shortly after we
moved in and told me she wanted to fuck you. We launched this plan and
you fell right in. So much for fidelity."
"I was being blackmailed!" I protested.
"Yes, you were." Becca interjected.
"Regardless, you cheated. So, since you cheated, our agreement about
Tuesdays is over. If I want to bring someone around to fuck, I will. I
must, however, concede one point, since I want us to remain a couple.
If I do bring someone around, you will be invited to watch or
participate, solely upon the decision of the third party. Is that
understood?"
"I understand. I don't have to be fucked every Tuesday if you feel
like fucking, but I might have to share you with other trannies."
"Or hermaphrodites, or men."
"No men. If you want to be with me as your husband, you cannot bring
men home."
"Ok, no men." Tanya said.
"Promise me, no sneaking around, too." I said emphatically.
"No sneaking around. No men. Just Girls like Becca and trannies."
Tanya replied
"Good, kiss me now." I said
Tanya kissed me.
"How sweet." cooed Becca.
Tanya looked over at Becca and smiled. "Becca, ready to share my
husband?"
Becca smiled and knelt on the bed. She slung her leg over my head. Her
hard clit bumped into my lips. I opened my mouth and took her in.
Tanya knelt between my legs. I was still cuffed spread eagled on the
bed. She began to lick my hardening cock.
Becca came first, and stayed seated in front of my mouth. I kept her
little clit warm between my lips as Tanya worked her magic on my cock.
A minute or two longer, and I flooded Tanya's mouth. I sucked down
hard on Becca when I came, and she leaned forward. I felt some last
dribbles of come on my tongue as she slid her pussy over my face and
dismounted.
Tanya came up and kissed Becca, exchanging my come in their mouths. It
was quite erotic.
They eventually released me.
Showering together was a lot of fun. I even cleaned inside Becca's
pussy using a moistened finger. I had her climbing the shower walls as
I poked and prodded her prostate in the shower.
Tanya was amazed that her tiny hole could have such an effect.
Towel drying was another fun time, with poor Tanya having her big cock
dried over and over, the soft towels driving her to the brink of
orgasm. Eventually, Becca took it a little too far and Tanya grabbed
her head by her hair, which was conveniently down by Tanya's cock, and
jerked herself until she sprayed Becca's face with hot come.
I licked the remains off Tanya, while Becca wiped the goo off her face
using her fingers (which she cleaned with her tongue), and then a wash
cloth.
39. Aftermath
I half expected that I'd be seeing Becca every night.
As it was, Tanya was really not interested in sharing me. She just
wanted the *option* of having sex with others. Over the course of the
year, she brought around Becca about once a month, and had a single
repeat performance with Jenny. Jenny only wanted to be fucked by
Tanya, so I got to watch. Poor Becca told me once that she had to wear
a diaper for days after being fucked by Tanya, but still came back for
every one of Tanya's invitations, just so she could to be with me too.
I graduated, got a local job, and settled in.
Tanya graduated the following year. We had played around too much, and
her grades had slipped. She couldn't get into any of the local medical
schools, and ended up going to one in California. I searched for a job
out there for a year and couldn't find anything. I stayed in
Philadelphia. We tried to keep the relationship alive by phone, but
soon realized it wasn't going to work. We were a tactile couple, who
needed to constantly being able to touch each other. We agreed to
break up and try again "later". Later never came. Tanya moved to San
Francisco for residency and found a nice guy who enjoys her special
gift as much as I did.
Jenny had sexual reassignment surgery. She found a nice asian man who
wanted a wife.
Suzy sold her business at Rob's request, and the two of them retired
to West Palm Beach on Suzy's money.
Becca moved in with me, and we lived as a monogamous married couple
for 12+ years. We skipped all the parties, and avoided the onset of
the AIDS epidemic as a result. We began to have problems when she
decided that she wanted to be "fully female" and had sexual
reassignment surgery to remove her clit and widen her pussy. We had
sex after she healed following the surgery, but it wasn't much fun for
either of us. Too much baggage, too many memories of things gone by.
She moved out west, and dropped from sight.
40. Epilogue and Writer's Comments
Writing this 5 year history left me nostalgic for my youth and all the
wonderful ladies, even Ji, who shared my bed. I hope you, the reader
enjoyed it by proxy as much as I enjoyed it in real life. If you
really liked it, and would like to read about the next 12 years with
Becca, please consider emailing me at talltslover@yahoo.com. If enough
people ask, I will put some of the more interesting escapades to
paper.
For those of you who cried through "The Tragedy" and "Alison in the
ICU", I want to thank you for your tears. I shed enough of my own just
writing it and re-living it. I hope the following chapters enlivened
you the way they brought me back from the brink. Even through
adversity, there is hope for the future.
I've gotten some questions (and accusations) that basically claim that
MtF transexuals cannot perform the feats which I have described, once
they've been on hormones for a while. Patently untrue. MtF transexuals
can maintain their ability to get and maintain an erection if they
take hormones in moderation and avoid certain types of male hormone
suppressive drugs. Even with those drugs, new medications such as
Viagra and Cialis might allow the MtF an erection. Typically, the
course my partners took was to take low dosages of hormones, as in the
amounts used in birth control pills, then drop off entirely for a
month if they noticed any decrease in sexual appetite or ability to
perform, and start again.
If you're a transgendered mtf person looking for a faithful,
thoughtful, good guy, like myself, and were born in the 1960's or
1970's, please consider corresponding with me. I'm a good pen-pal, and
an even better long term companion. I'm presently looking for a new
friend, lover, and life partner. I don't have any specific architype
for my partner, as you can tell by the story, although I do prefer my
partners to be feminine, with a good sense of humor, and "mostly or
totally a bottom". I live near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Distance
is not a consideration for being a pen-pal, but if you're looking for
more, you should be somewhere in the United States.