KAYLA AND TRACY: GOOD MORNING
By Brett Lynn

Yes, your favorite auteur of transsexual lesbian erotica is back.  
Yeah, RIGHT!  I figured after a few years of a break, I'd bring 
back some old characters of mine, and see if I still have it.  
Feel free to let me know.  Also, check out my old stuff at 
http://www.asstr.org/~BrettLynn/.  I also live for feedback, so 
please email me at iluminati99@netzero.net.  Enjoy everyone!


"Thirteen…fourteen…fifteen, whew!"

The sound of the bench press bar slammed down on the frame as the 
amazon finished her work out.  Blindly, she reached down and 
grabbed her towel, wiping the sweat off of her face before she 
sat up.  Weary from exhaustion of a good morning workout, her 
eyes darted around the cavernous workout room.  The morning sun 
flooded the room through the 2 story floor to ceiling windows as 
the city rose to life under her penthouse.  She wiped down her 
bare chest with her towel, mildly fascinated by the bounce of the 
volumes of silicone beneath .  Then, feeling a twitch between her 
legs, she reached down in her shorts and pulled her dick parallel 
to her thigh.

Yes, she was born a he.

Gently laying down on the pleather bench, she settled her amber-
colored twists on the bench and began her last set of bench 
presses.  As she worked through her reps, she thought about the 
way she ended up in this spot.  The luck of having the right 
skill at the right place at the right time.  The resources to 
become the body she had always wanted to be.  The fact that she 
was able to live a life of pure leisure thanks to her resources, 
allowing, among other things a penthouse suite including a fully-
stocked weight room with treadmills.

"Hey K!" said the nubile caramel honey in the large violet NYU 
sweater.  "It's nice to see you work out a sweat on something 
that isn't a human female."

"Fuck you bitch," Kayla said as she dropped the bar on the frame 
for the last time.  "You always say crap like that Tracy."

"And you always ask to fuck me," Tracy said as she strode across 
the room, coffee cup in hand.  "You figure with the workout you 
give me every night, you wouldn't need a room like this."

"Yeah, yeah," Kayla said as she leaned back for Tracy to give her 
a peck on the cheek.  "So how's my comparative literature 
student?  I pay enough for the damn tuition."

"Just fine, thank you," she said before taking a sip.  "The 
year's just getting going, so I'm just relaxing taking it easy.  
You know in the library, I saw this really cute guy.  Cute.  
Kinda looks like Blair Underwood.  And with the bulge in his 
pants, I swear he makes you look tiny down there."

Kayla shot her lover a puzzled look.  "Just fucking with ya," the 
nymph giggled before reading down and grabbing her lover's dick 
through her shorts.  

"Hey, I wish you'd just drop the 'with' part hun."

"Now," Tracy said before taking one last gulp of her coffee.  
"That I've had my taste of organic and fair-trade coffee, I can 
get a taste of something unnatural and definitely unfair."

"Hey!  I programmed for many a night to get the money to afford 
these.  You and your damn comp lit majors.  I used to hate you 
people back at Stanford.  If I didn't know any better, I'd…"

Kayla gasped in mid-sentence as she felt those familiar soft lips 
circle her areolas and suck on her titty.  She sat there, closed 
her eyes and caressed her lover's bone-straight black hair as she 
felt the tongue swirl around her nipple, coating it with spit.  
As she sat there and enjoyed the feeling, she felt the cool air 
shoot through her nerves as Tracy switched her ministrations to 
the other one.  She idly toyed with her nipple with one hand as 
Tracy nursed her nipple.  She gasped in shock when Tracy stopped 
her sucking, only to feel her tongue slip into her mouth as they 
locked lips, sucking the breath out of each other with a measured 
patience.  She reached behind and underneath Tracy's sweatshirt 
and revealed the soft curves of her round ass when she felt Tracy 
stroke her dick through her shorts.  She felt Tracy's hand slide 
in and smoothly jerk her off, making her snake grow out her 
shorts.

"What are you doing down there?" Kayla moaned in between kisses.  
"Trying to stretch me out?"

"Only the same way you do to me all the time," Tracy said as she 
backed away from the kiss, smiling brightly and batting her 
eyelashes.
 
With that, Kayla got up and lifted her lover off of her and onto 
her feet.  She stepped behind Tracy, then bent her over the 
workout bench.  She quickly shucked her baggy shorts, allowing 
her truncheon to stick out straight and proud. Squatting a bit, 
she lined herself up with her prone lover's asshole, flexing her 
hips and putting just enough pressure to not put it in.

"Mmm…don't tease me like that K," Tracy moaned as she sucked her 
teeth and bit her lip.  She jumped a bit when she felt a few 
slick fingers rub around the head of her clit, with the head of 
that dick pressed on her asshole when suddenly she felt it punch 
through, making her scream in shock.  She felt those strong hand 
grip her hips tight as she felt that now-familiar stretch and 
grip of her rectum on her lover's member.  In a few powerful 
strokes, she felt Kayla embed herself deep inside her.  Her cunt 
was already in spasm from the internal stimulation, and the sweat 
from above made her shiver.  She felt those hands leave her hips 
and Kayla's nipples press on her back.  As the globes of her 
lover weighed on her back, she gritted her teeth as she felt her 
lover drive that dick back and forth inside her.

"God, pound that huge dick in me, you fucking big-tittied hung 
slut," Tracy moaned as she felt Kayla quicken her pace and start 
to throb inside her.  "God, you're gonna make me cum…"

Kayla pressed her hips down on Tracy's frame, pressing her flush 
to the workout bench.  She gripped the top of the bench tight and 
started flexing her abs and back with as much power as she could, 
feeling the reward with every grip and twitch around her dick.  
As she felt her lover begin to cum, she consciously slowed down. 
Pressing her hips down on Tracy's ass, then working them back and 
forth to make her rub her clit on the now-slick bench.  Slowly 
pulling herself out of Tracy, she reached down with her left hand 
and stroked herself quickly, aiming her tip for the small of 
Tracy's back, then biting her lip as she felt herself begin to 
climax.  As Tracy jumped from the scalding liquid being shot on 
her, Kayla collapsed her large frame down onto her lover, 
inadvertently spreading her semen on her belly and Tracy's back 
as she straddled her.

Tracy arched her neck up, then grabbed Kayla's head and pulled 
her into a wet, sloppy kiss.

"Nice touch there, K," Tracy said as she flopped back down on the 
bench.  "I can always use the skin cream.  Besides, I'm not doing 
the laundry for this shirt."

Kayla smiled as she heard her lover giggle, then reached up and 
kissed her on the top of her forehead.

"Good morning."
