shemale

Following her honeymoon life starts to assume more of a normal routine for Andrea, well as normal as you can get when you are a shemale t-girl in a family with 4 lesbians.



Kate finds a shy new boyfriend and asks Andrea for help with him.



But can Andrea’s idyllic lifestyle continue indefinitely, in this story things events take a nasty turn…




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After transforming myself into a shemale and returning to claim the love of my life Jane, I was adjusting well to a life living with Jane’s lesbian lovers, now also my lovers. On a combined business trip and visit to my friends, Jane and I went to California where we ended up having fun with my employer Liz as well as Trish and Sandy, ending up with me sucking Trish’s dick. And later, despite my initial reservations, I took her dick inside me.



Later my sister Jill, who I had not seen for almost 2 years, came over in advance of the wedding along with her lesbian lover Ashley, and I ended up fucking and getting fucked by both of them. Just before the wedding I met Jane’s brother John and his girlfriend Ally and had my first experience with a man, as I did not consider Trish to be a man.



The wedding was the best day of my life, where I was finally married to the four beautiful women I had come to love so much Jane, Jenny, Chris and Ann, and they all loved me, we all loved each other. On the wedding night as we lay together I really felt that this was where I belonged, the bride of four beautiful brides.



The honeymoon was wonderful, but when it was over all of us were looking forward to establishing some sort of normal routine as a legally joined family.



In my work on the new application for the Psynphone that I was doing for Liz, I had reached the point where we were ready to do a beta test on the product, and Liz had decided that a good place to conduct the beta test would be at our university campus so that I could supervise the application performance on a day to day basis.



All campus based students would be given the opportunity to participate in the test and if they agreed they would be given a free Psynphone along with an allocation of talk time and a monthly data allocation.



Liz had asked me to suggest a non-technical person to help me administer the test, who had to be a security minded person, given what would be some of the selling points of the new application, and I had suggested Jenny, who Liz had readily agreed to. Jenny was happy to take on this work as she would be handsomely rewarded for spending a few hours a week administering the tests.



So we had gathered the family together and Jenny was handing out the phones to each one of us. Then we were told to all strip off our tops, Jenny stripped off her own top as well. We could keep our bras on, much to Jane’s disappointment.



Then Jenny went round applying a small adhesive patch to each one of us, as close to the heart as possible, explaining what they were. “This is a tiny piece of miniaturized technology is a heart monitor and is designed to monitor stress and health levels as well as general heart condition. There is a blue tooth connection to the Psynphone.”



Jenny continued, “Andrea will explain how this monitor is used in the application.”



I continued, “The heart monitor serves two purposes, firstly for people who are at risk of heart attack or even those that are not known to be at risk, the Psynphone will automatically call an ambulance and notify designated contacts when certain characteristic heart rhythms are detected. The application will also allow hospitals to remotely monitor the heart monitor while an ambulance is on route so that paramedics will have up to date information on the person’s condition.



Secondly the monitor is also capable of detecting when the user is under high stress because they are being attacked or otherwise in severe distress, this will cause the Psynphone to automatically call the an ambulance and police as well as notifying designated contacts.”



At this point Jenny commented saying, “I think right now the last function is particularly important for us given recent news that 5 women have been violently raped in this area. And to this end I also want all of you to sign up for self defense classes just in case.”



After this I went on to explain the other features of the personal organizer features and social networking front end, explaining that each of us would complete a 15 minute survey at the end of each week documenting their experience in using the application.



Later that week Kate came to visit us and brought her new boyfriend with her, Allen, he like Kate was 18 years old. Allen appeared to be a very shy guy, which was surprising in a way given how outgoing Kate was. Jane and I could see that Kate really needed to talk so we excused ourselves saying we wanted Kate’s advice on fashion and retiring to the bedroom.



Immediately Jane asked Kate, “Did you fuck him yet.”



“No,” Kate replied, “I really want to, but he is shy and I really don’t want to screw it up with him as he is such a lovely person.”



“So,” asked Jane, “What is it you like so much about him?”



“He is so kind and considerate,” replied Kate, “I feel so safe with him, I feel that I can talk to him about anything and never be judged, I just wish he wasn’t so shy around me. It is like he is holding back, like he has some insecurity even with me, and that bugs me. I just want him to feel able to completely be himself with me whatever that might be.”



“Do you want me to talk to him?” I enquired, “Back when I was a guy I was quite shy, I didn’t feel secure, perhaps I can help him.”



“Would you,” replied Kate, “I would really appreciate that.” And with that she gave me a big hug throwing her hands about my neck.”



We, the family, invited Kate and Allen to spend the evening with us and after consuming food and quite a lot of alcohol, the girls were watching a program about makeovers for women that seemed to make Allen embarrassed for some reason. Noticing Allen’s discomfort I asked Allen if he would help me with the washing up, and he jumped at the opportunity.



Once we were in the kitchen I started chatting with Allen about Kate, saying what a wonderful person I thought she was. Allen was heartily agreeing with me saying how she was so easy to speak to and so friendly.



As we talked I noticed that many of Allen’s movements had a feminine appearance being very attuned to such things myself. And as we made small talk I observed that Allen was not very interested in ‘manly’ things, knowing what I knew about Kate I began to understand why she might be attracted to Allen.



So I said very casually, “So have you fucked Kate yet?”



In response to my question Allen’s face became as red as a beetroot, he floundered a little, obviously taken back by the directness of my question. I could see that he was struggling to hide his anger at me for asking such a direct question but he simply whispered his answer, “No.”



Explaining myself somewhat I continued, “Because Kate is a very spontaneous person, I am sure she wants you to fuck her, she must have dropped you many subtle hints and some not so subtle at all.”



“Well yes,” Allen replied, “she often invites me in for coffee after we go out, but I am always making excuses saying I have to leave. One time she really got mad at me so I agreed to stay for a few minutes, but when she started touching me a lot I made an excuse again saying I had to leave.”



“Don’t you like Kate?” I asked, “Don’t you find her attractive? Don’t you want to fuck her?” Knowing as I said these things that there was nothing that Allen wanted more than to make love to Kate.



Allen replied, “Kate is the greatest person I ever met, she is incredibly attractive, and I would love to fuck her, as you put it.”



Some of his anger was beginning to show as he said these last words. This was exactly the reaction I wanted, it was only by him really getting in touch with his suppressed feelings that he would do what he desired to do as far as Kate was concerned.



Allen continued, “It’s just that I am afraid that I will fuck things up between us, Kate and I that is? I have no experience sexually, I’m afraid she will not want to see me again.”



Suddenly my tone became a bit harder as I said to Allen, “You expect me to believe that?” Then after leaving a dramatic pause I continued, “Sure you probably tell yourself that you are worried about your performance so you don’t have to think about what might follow, but there is more to it isn’t there. I doubt at your age you have problems getting an erection and you probably whack yourself off at least twice a day, probably five or more times.” Allen’s skin reddened as I said this.



“You know what a kind and accepting person Kate is.” I continued relentlessly, “You know that she would be patient with you because you know how much she wants you.”



“There is something else isn’t there?” I said sternly, for the first time worrying if I was pushing the poor boy too far.



Suddenly, unexpectedly, Allen broke down and started to cry, and all I wanted to do was comfort him, so I put my arms around him allowing him to cry onto my warm breast. He felt reassured by my warmth and after letting him cry for a while I took his head in my hands wiping his long hair away from his eyes.”



Then suddenly I gave Allen a quick kiss on the lips and said, “Allen, whatever it is you can trust me.” And as Allen looked back at me he could see the sincerity in my eyes, so suddenly he confessed what he had been hiding.



“When I am alone I like to wear women’s clothes.” Allen said.



“Knew it,” I said to myself, all the feminine gestures, not being preoccupied with things that interested most men, his sensitive emotional characteristics all made sense now.



As he finally said it, he looked frightened, almost as if he expected me to react with disgust or worse laugh at him, this, only moments after he had been sure he could trust me.



I said, “And you feel ashamed of yourself for this?”



“Yes,” Allen replied, “I mean it isn’t normal is it?”



“What is normal,” I came back, “normal is a very relative term. So do you want to stop it?” I continued.



“Yes,” Allen replied earnestly, “particularly now I am seeing Kate, but it is hopeless. I have tried to stop it in the past, but I always start doing it again, sometimes I feel most at home when I am dressed as female, it’s hopeless, I’m hopeless.”



Again he started crying and I pulled him back against my warm breast finding the feeling of his warm tears on my breast was producing nurturing feelings, and surprisingly erotic feelings, I guess it was just the effect of him being vulnerable with me.



“You know what I think?” I asked.



“What?” Allen replied.



“I think that Kate would be really pissed at you if you tried to suppress this side of you. It is part of you and helps make you the caring, sensitive, emotional person that you are, the person that Kate loves.” I continued.



“You think so? Allen asked.



“I know so,” I replied, “I think there is something you should know,” I continued, “I am a T-girl myself, a shemale.”



I could see the idea was not sinking in, so I made it as clear as possible, “I’ve got a dick.”



“B-b-but, that’s impossible,” Allen replied, “You must be winding me up, nobody could look more womanly than you.”



With that I pulled my panties down and lifted my skirt, saying, “Satisfied,” as Allen looked at my semi-hard cock.



“You know,” Allen said, “even when I see your dick clearly displayed I cannot think of you as anything other than female, but I guess you have heard that before.”



“Oh all the time,” I said.



“Look,” I said, “I happen to know for a fact that Kate doesn’t have any problems with a guy who has a feminine side, quite the opposite in fact. When I come to think about it, it was probably subconsciously picking up on the fact that you had a feminine side that drew her to you in the first place.



But right now you first need to concentrate on accepting yourself and becoming comfortable with who you are in your feminine form and I can help you there, but you have to trust me completely, what do you say about us meeting up together in a few days so I can help you explore your feminine side.”



“Thanks,” said Allen, “I would really appreciate that.”



I noticed that Allen was already looking much more self confident, and after we returned to the girls to playful banter about what we may have been up to together, Allen sat next to Kate and I could see that his whole attitude with her was much more confident. He was more outgoing and even rested his hand on her leg when they spoke.



Kate had a big grin on her face, she looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary.



That night as Kate and Allen left us, Kate whispered in my ear, “I don’t know what you said, but thank you.” She squeezed my hand as she said it.



I whispered back, “The best is yet to come, believe me.”



So it was that Allen arranged to meet up with me later that week in our apartment.



When I answered the door, the other girls were out at university except for Jane who did not have classes that day. Jane was at a local café, nearby waiting for my call.



As I led Allen to the bedroom he looked a bit pensive, so I started with some general chat to put him at his ease.



“So how has it been with Kate?” I asked.



“Great,” replied Allen, “since I opened up to you about my cross dressing, I feel I can be much more myself with her. We even kissed one time, and I touch her we hug and stuff all the time now.”



“Did you guys made love yet?” I inquired.



“No not yet,” replied Allen, “I think she wants it, but I keep putting her off before things go too far. I want, I want…”



“You want to feel more comfortable with yourself before you take the next step with her.” I supplied.



“Yes,” Allen said. “I want to explore who I am more.”



“Well you have come to just the right place,” I said, “that is exactly what we are going to do.”



“So,” Allen inquired, “How are we going to go about this? How do we proceed?”



“Well,” I replied, “You are going to meet your alter ego, the side of yourself that you have been suppressing for so long, and first that means taking a long bath, so you can smell sweet and remove all that body hair, not that you have much to speak of.”



So it was that I got Allen to strip naked and get in the bath, to put him more at his ease, I just put on a short bathrobe myself, I chuckled to myself when I noticed Allen’s dick hardening as he saw me in just my short robe.



As Allen bathed and applied the hair removal cream, I sprung my surprise on him.



“Look Allen,” I said, “transforming you will take quite some work, and it would go much more quickly if somebody could help me with you.”



Suddenly Allen looked frightened, “I-I’m not sure about that, I feel safe with you, but somebody else, I’m not sure I could do it.”



At this point I replied sternly, “You said you would trust me completely, and besides you are going to have to tell other people about this sometime, Kate will have to know for example, being open about who you are with people you can trust is very important in the process of self acceptance, the sooner you start the better.”



“OK,” Allen replied, “If you vouch for this person.”



“Don’t worry, I trust her implicitly.” I said. “So it’s ok if I have her come along?” I reiterated. It was important that he felt happy about me bringing somebody else in to help with his transformation.



“Yes.” Allen replied.



On Allen’s confirmation, I called Jane, “It’s ok to come now.”



Jane arrived more quickly than I would have thought possible, eager to help in the transformation, quickly enough to catch Allen while he was naked, just getting out of the bath.



“OOOh,” said Jane always direct, “You do have a nice bod Allen, and you look sooo good with that smooth hairless skin, your skin is so supple and soft, just like a woman, but oh my you have a lovely cock, I’m sure that would feel lovely inside me.”



At Jane’s words Allen reddened and he quickly grabbed for a towel to cover his private parts.



After rubbing himself down with a towel I passed Allen a short bath robe like the one I was wearing, and so as not to look out of place Jane also put on a similar bath robe.



We sat Allen down on a chair and I got to work styling Allen’s long blond hair into a very feminine style while Jane gave him a manicure and a pedicure, painting his nails a bright red color.



I then went on to work on Allen’s face, working on his makeup while Jane went to select some clothes for him.



When I had finished with his face even he would have had trouble recognizing himself in the mirror.



Jane, knowing what we would be doing had thoughtfully gone out and bought some breast forms and a gaff for the transformation.



And as Jane was putting the breast forms in place with a mild adhesive, Allen became a little alarmed, “How permanent is this stuff?” He asked.



“Don’t worry,” replied Jane, “this glue is only temporary and there is a solvent to break it down when you want to remove the breasts.



As Allen put on a red panty and bra set that Jane had laid out for him I noticed that he was getting an erection even with the gaff he was wearing. Finally he slid into a pair of strappy shoes with 4 inch heels and Jane helped zip Allen into the tight fitting red minidress. It was only at this point that we let Allen see himself in the mirror.



As Allen looked at himself his Jaw dropped, he reached and touched himself on the breast, at first he even seemed unsure that he was looking at himself.



“Oh fuck, I’m beautiful,” said Allen, “thank you so much guys, I would never have believed I could look this good.”



Then he turned to Jane, “What do you think?”



Jane replied, “You look totally passable, no one would ever guess you were a guy looking at you. But then as you begin to get used to being like this you will start to realize that when you are like this you are not a guy, but rather a beautiful girl.”



At this I could see the pride in Allen’s face.



Jane continued, “You also look totally fuckable, I would fuck you right now if I didn’t know that you want Kate to be your first.”



This again caused Allen’s to turn red, but less so than before, he was beginning to become more confident and less embarrassed as time went by.



Jane continued, “But we can’t call you Allen anymore when you are like this, have you ever thought of a feminine name for yourself.”



“No,” replied Allen, “up till the day I confessed to Andrea, I was just completely ashamed of this aspect of me.”



“Well how about Alice,” Jane supplied, “it sounds similar to Allen so it would be easy for you to remember.”



“Alice,” Allen repeated, “I like that name, and I think it fits me, after today I certainly can identify with ‘Alice in Wonderland’.”



Now it was time for our next surprise for Allen/Alice.



“Well Alice,” Jane continued, “how would you like to come out to a lesbian bar with us?”



“L-Like this,” Allen replied very anxiously.



“Well at the bar I am thinking of, I don’t think they would take too kindly to you if you went as a guy,” said Jane, “and besides you will pass as a girl no problem, and if anybody did spot that you are a t-girl it wouldn’t be a problem as there are quite a few trannies who go to this bar and they are always welcome.”



Jane and I had discussed taking Allen, now Alice, out before hand, but I played along pretending the suggestion was new to me.



“Now wait a minute Jane,” I said, “Alice is still new to all this, it is her first day dressed and fully made up as a girl, and her first time ever dressed when she has not been alone, and you want to take her out like that. Aren’t you rushing things a bit.”



I could see that Allen/Alice was looking at me with relief, glad that I had stepped in on his/her behalf.

Ellis stood warily before the judge. His crime was small but this was a small town. Crime was an insignificant concern in Sparklewater. Ellis knew the reason for that was because Sparklewater had the reputation of swift and particularly harsh punishment. So swift in fact that Ellis had been tried and convicted in a matter of days. All that was left was sentencing. That matter was up to the judge. Ellis’ case was heard before a judge known to be intolerant and heavy-handed with his sentencing.



That had Ellis scared. He was a young man of 19 years and his only crime was petty theft. He understood that it was the wrong thing to do but Ellis appealed to the judge for leniency.



In a crude underground facility only miles away…



Her full lips wrapped around the hardened mass. It swelled bigger and freely leaked precum. She swallowed the musky liquid and sucked hard on the thick pipe. Her lips and tongue worked until the large shaft and equally large balls exploded with copious amounts of potent ejaculate. She let the purple head slip from her lips, it shrunk back down to her thighs. The giantess threw her head back against the stone wall with frustration. This was empty satisfaction for the sex-crazed, mountainous shemale.



The giantess’ name was Tess. She was seven feet tall with impeccable posture and ample curves all the way around. Her long red hair and rosy cheeks hadn’t lost their luster after all these years in the crude imprisonment.



Tess was a giant shemale who lived with her people on a peaceful island somewhere in the Atlantic ocean. The shemales had one great love. They loved to fuck. They loved to make men and make them their property. This worked well for generations on the island. They got their fuck dolls one of three ways. Either through a shipwreck or a boat that saw their fires and went to explore. The last way took some initiative. Nearby passing ships were targeted by the shemales’ boats. They forced entry and took all the men they fancied back to the island. Then they really got to know them.



Tess smiled to herself about the way things used to be. That’s before their population of men dwindled. Fresh butts became harder and harder to come by. This split the peaceful community. Eventually, shemales preyed on one another. It was akin to cannibalization. They had no other choice. It was friend against friend in a fight for dominance which left the other submissive. Their aching cocks wouldn’t let them stop. They needed the carnal satisfaction that only another could provide.



The shemales finally devised a plan which would make everyone happy. They set sail for another land where the men were plentiful. That brought them to America. The giant shemales eagerly surveyed the land and found many men of all different colors and sizes. Their cocks grew and leaked precum at the sight of such a beautiful land



Tess pulled a man off the street and dragged the screaming snot into an alley where they could be alone. That great feeling didn’t last long as the giant shemales were ill-equipped to defend themselves against the police. They were captured or killed in the process of capture. Tess had gathered three men for herself by the time she was captured. She found herself underground in her present situation very soon after that. They starved her. Starved her of the only thing that mattered to a giantess like her. Booty.



Back at the courthouse where Ellis waits to hear his fate…



The judge peered out over his half rim glasses at Ellis. The judge had a sour look on his face which seemed to soften as he looked at Ellis, or so Ellis thought. This gave him some confidence that maybe the judge would indeed be lenient.



The judge explained the charges against Ellis and then spoke, “I sentence you, Ellis Johnson, to one night in the Sparklewater facility,” he added, “for extreme punishment.”



The words reverberated through Ellis’ head. One night? Ellis thanked the judge and practically skipped back to his holding cell. Just one more night. He could do that standing on his head. Ellis elected to skip dinner as he decided he’d wait until he could eat at home. Ellis sat alone in cell as the sun began to set.



Two guards unlocked his door and informed him of his transport to the the Sparklewater facility, for extreme punishment. The transport took less than a half an hour before Ellis found himself outside what looked like the entrance to a basement. He looked around for any identifying marks. One of the guards kicked some dirt off a sign which reach “Sparklewater Facility, For EXTREME Punishment,” Ellis instinctively gulped. The other guard unlocked his handcuffs.



They hefted a backpack out of the car and threw it into his arms. Ellis almost fell backwards from the heavy bag. “Take that in case it’s hungry.”



“I think food will be the last things on its mind,” the other guard remarked and they both laughed. Ellis tried to ask a question but the heavy doors were unlocked and he, along with the backpack, were unceremoniously pushed inside. Ellis fell from there about ten feet and landed on the backpack. He looked back up just as the guards were shutting the doors. “Say hi to the ol’ gal for us,” the other added, “We’ll be back for you in twelve hours.” They closed the doors and the light from outside was extinguished.



Ellis adjusted his eyes to the low light that was available inside here, whatever here was. He blinked repeatedly before pushing himself up. The ground was just dirt and sand. He wiped it off his hands and heard a sound from deeper within the cave-like place.



Tess had heard commotion from ground level. She thought it was nothing until the doors opened. She might have tried escape again but the doors were just above her amazingly tall reach. Then she heard a drop. Tess prayed it wasn’t food as she quietly hurried over. Her heart began to pound as she saw the man they had thrown down. He was still adjusting his eyes to the light. She got a good look at him from the darkness. He was more a boy than a man. Tess didn’t mind that one bit. Her giant penis began to expand within her loincloth.



“Who’s there?” Ellis asked with more than just a hint of fear in his voice.



There was no answer.



Tess continued to size up the new arrival. Most of his body was hidden by a prison uniform but that would be gone soon, she told herself.



Ellis saw a spark and squinted his eyes to see a fire being lit. Shadows still cast over the lighter of that fire though and Ellis’ legs felt too much like jelly for him to walk.



“Who are you? Can you tell me more about this place?” He asked.



Tess remained quiet. She finally lit the little fire which filled the cave-like underground facility with a new light. She stepped out of the shadows and stood before the boy.



His eyes traveled up the impossibly large, sculpted legs of a woman and immediately bulged out at the sight of her tented loincloth. The flimsy piece of cloth did little to conceal her obscenely large bulge. Ellis opened his mouth but no words came out. His eyes followed her stomach up to the swell of her huge breasts, encased tightly in another piece of cloth. His eyes fixed on them for a moment but he was still speechless. Finally, he nearly had to look all the way up to the ceiling to see her face. Her feminine, stern face and long reddish hair, which draped over her ears.



Ellis thought that she didn’t look old. Her body was nubile and her face was wrinkle-free but she didn’t look young either. Ellis really didn’t know what to make of the giantess looming over him. Her face was stern but her eyes seemed very pleased. Tess took a step forward and noticed the backpack.



Food. It’s laced with something that makes me sleep so they can fish him out in the morning, Tess thought.



Tess bent her knees and leaned down, she still towered over the much smaller Ellis. Her piercing eyes cut through him, “You’ve been a bad boy? Haven’t you?” Her nose crinkled.



“Wha… what?” Ellis’ mouth was dry and it was a struggle to sputter out the word.



“That’s who they throw down here. Bad boys. I don’t know why. They throw down tough guys and just plain assholes.” Tess looked him over more carefully from her closer vantage point.



“I’m not as selective as I once was. It doesn’t look like that would be a problem with you. I like what I see.” She smiled her first smile at him.



It did little to put Ellis at ease. Her gaze made him uncomfortable. “I stole… stole something. The judge sentenced me to a night here. I mean, this is the right place?” He wondered aloud.



“Oh yes. It’s the right place. So you stole something? I knew you were a bad boy. These tough guys find themselves here and they aren’t very nice to me. They scream and curse. It only gets worse when they realize what I want.” Tess told Ellis calmly.



“What is that? What you want.” He asked.



Tess lewdly grabbed her swollen, giant-sized organ and gave it a squeeze as she spoke, “Just you. More than want. It’s what I need.”



Ellis inched backward until he found himself against the stone wall directly below the two doors he had fallen through. His face went red and he shook his head but couldn’t speak.



Tess made up the room by scooting closer to him, “What’s your name?”



Ellis peered around the room but didn’t see any way to escape. He could try to run, but where? She was massive, he couldn’t defend himself. It looked like she could wrestle a bear. He couldn’t go through with what she wanted though. That was preposterous. He was straight, after all. She had to be mad.



Tess smiled more warmly this time, “I’m Tess. Now go on and tell me your name.”



He thought for a second and answered, “It’s Ellis.”



Tess smiled again and reached out to him. Ellis pulled back until his back was flush with the cold stone.



Tess seemed exasperated, “I’m trying to work with you here. It’s not something I have to do. There are things that I need. I’ve explained that to you. I don’t want to hurt you to get them. Okay, Ellis?”



He didn’t answer, looking away.



She spoke again, “All those bad boys. Those those tough guys. The big mouths I was talking about before. They have something in common. Each and every one of them. No matter if they refused me, or fought me, or screamed for help, I got what I needed from them in the end. All of them. I’ll get what I need from you too. Which way is it going to be? Are you going to fight me?” She ran her big paw down his arm.



Ellis shook his head no and was met with another smile. “Maybe you aren’t such a bad boy after all, or just a smart one. Now I want you out of these clothes.” Her last sentence wasn’t said as sweetly and felt more like an order.



Ellis reluctantly complied and stripped the prison uniform off his body. Tess licked her lips slowly, “That’s more like it.” Her hungry eyes wandered over his body. “Oh my, what a sweet little body. You don’t grow much hair do you?” The giantess chuckled.



Ellis felt very exposed, being naked in front of this giant woman he had only met ten minutes ago. Was she even a woman? She had the body of a woman, a gargantuan body, and then she had that equally massive bulge. Ellis didn’t know what to make of it.



“I want you to turn around and show me that ass of yours.” Tess told him.



Ellis barely heard her as he began to wonder who this she-man really was and where she came from.



Tess suddenly grabbed his narrow shoulders and shook him violently with a force that he thought might break his neck. She let him go as quickly as she had done it. He had never been manhandled like that and dropped on his hands, his head dizzy.



“You follow my orders. Do you understand? Make me do something like that again and it will be worse. You HAVE to listen to me or this night is going to feel like an eternity.” I wish, she thought to herself.



His dizzied head weighed the options and he realized that he had to listen for his own sake. Whatever she wanted, he had to comply. It was the only way he’d survive the night. He knew it was true. He couldn’t fight this mountain of a woman or the humongous cock between her thick legs.



Ellis shook his head yes. She made a pointing gesture to the wall. Ellis turned around and bent over for the giant shemale.



Tess’ eyes locked in on Ellis’ supple butt cheeks. They were spread just about an inch from Ellis’ being bent over. She could just get a shadowy glimpse between the two globes. “Use your hands and pull your butt cheeks apart. Do it now.” She told him.



Ellis’ embarrassment and shame were evident on his face as well as his body. His entire body seemed to redden at the intrusion but he did as she instructed him and gently spread himself open for her.



Precum leaked through the loincloth. Her stiff erection begged for attention. What Tess saw was worth more to her than all the gold in the world. Food, money, even her old shemale friends meant nothing to her. This was all she needed. Ellis’ treasure was exposed to her. Everyone had this treasure, but they were rarely if ever as beautiful as this boy’s, Tess thought to herself.



She eyed between his boyish butt cheeks. It was just too pretty. His wonderful little crack. The texture and deep pink coloring of his anus. Tess let out an excited whoop which startled Ellis.



“Turn around before I get ahead of myself.” She ordered.



Ellis obediently did as he was commanded and turned to face her, his eyes lingered on the bulge under her loincloth which seemed to have grown, if that was possible.



Tess undid the tie on her loincloth and the flimsy cloth fell down her thighs. A huge, hard cock sprung up and pointed right toward Ellis. It was easily a foot long and so thick that he didn’t think he could even get a hand around it if he tried. Spiderweb veins lead up her shaft to the purple, wet tip. Two giant balls nestled up to her thick, sculpted thighs. Ellis swallowed hard.



“First things first. Show me how honored you are to be here with me.”



He pulled his eyes from her cock and looked up at the giantess kneeling next to him, “Please. I’m not trying to disobey. What do you want me to do?”



“Kiss it.” She said promptly. Tess lifted herself up to her feet. The giant cock was only inches from his mouth when he sat up on his knees.



Ellis inched forward and gave the incredibly hot, wet tip a little kiss, pulling back quickly. A string of precum followed his lips back. Tess chuckled, thrusting her hips out toward him and pressing her big cock head against his soft lips again. She maneuvered her cock and painted his lips with the precum like she was applying lipstick. Ellis closed his eyes but didn’t pull away.



“Open up.” She told him.



Ellis looked up the giant form of the shemale and looked into her eyes with a pleading glance. She looked back at him with fire in her eyes. He knew better than to disobey and slowly opened his lips.



She pushed the tip of her cock, stretching Ellis’ lips open wider, and managed to fit half of the tip inside. Ellis swallowed the precum. Her cock tasted like it hadn’t been washed in a while but it wasn’t pungent to his taste buds. The spongy consistency was unique. It was hard as a rock and soft and warm in his mouth at the same time. He struggled as she pushed the rest of her tip inside him, with a moan.



The tip filled up nearly all of his oral cavity. Her hips rocked back and forth rhythmically. The slit continued to produce more precum which he quickly swallowed.



“Now suck,” she added, “Use your tongue.”



Ellis’ tongue crept over the hard mass and he started a swirling motion around the big head.



“Oh… boy. I haven’t had my cock sucked by someone other than myself in… oooh suck it. That’s a good little cocksucker. I know exactly what to do with you…” She cooed.



Tess’ rhythmic rocking became faster and harder as Ellis struggled to stop gagging on her huge meat. She grabbed his head in a frenzy, sending her cock deeper inside his mouth.



“I’m going to make you a deepthroater! Yeah… you’ll like that…” She trailed off.



Ellis’ hands pushed against her thighs but she was too strong. Tess didn’t even seem to notice his reluctance and wouldn’t have cared anyway. She pushed the meat deeper into his sucking mouth. His mouth caved in as he tried to expel the intruder but that just made it more pleasurable for Tess, whose eyes were closed tightly at the time.



“Now you know. You’re all mine. Tess’ property. You won’t be stealing anything anytime soon. Just suck this cock. Yeah.” She told him.



He choked on the massive shaft as it forced its way into his throat. Tess roared in pleasure, which was the only warning that she was about to cum. She thrust her hips against his face while using her hands to pull him closer as the explosion hit. More than half of her cock was in his mouth and at least a couple inches down his throat.



Volley after volley of the hottest, stickiest cum shot from her cock down his throat. Ellis felt like he might pass out but couldn’t get free of the massive cock. He was forced to swallow every drop. Tears ran down his cheeks from the sheer pressure of her cock as she spent the rest of her load, crying out in intense pleasure herself.



Tess pulled her massive shaft from his mouth. Ellis fell to the floor, gasping for breath. She grabbed her discarded loincloth and used it wipe up the cum and spit mess that was left on her half-hard cock. “Thanks for that, sweetheart.” She laughed.



Tess was the happiest she’d been in as long as she could remember. She skipped around the underground room as Ellis struggled to catch his breath. Cum was leaking down his face and onto the dirt floor. He felt like cum was even leaking from his ears. What he hadn’t swallowed was everywhere. He was a sticky mess. This wasn’t the kind of cum he produced either. His few dribbles were nothing in comparison to Tess, who could paint his entire body white with the stuff.



Tess threw a rag at him and told him to clean up. He did as she ordered and cleaned his face off. They didn’t speak. She’d glance over at him with a big smile and blow a kiss if she saw him looking. A couple minutes passed and Ellis finally recovered from giving his blowjob.



“Alright… you’ve gotten what you want. Let’s just sit here and wait for the sun to rise so I can get out of here.” He told her.



She looked puzzled. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, haven’t you?” Tess snarled at him, “I figured I had worked that out of you. I guess there’s still more to be done. I’m up for it. Come over here. Now.” She commanded him.



Ellis crawled closer to her on the other side of the room. Her body was lit up by the fire, her massive cock lying against her thigh, still impressive. Tess patted the ground next to her and he moved there.



Tess pulled the cloth of her top off without a word. Her full breasts spilled out. They floundered against each other until finally settling on the ground. The sight gave Ellis an erection. Tess noticed and smiled, “Does my bad boy like what he sees?”



Ellis slowly shook his head yes.



“Kiss me.” Tess told him.



He tentatively moved closer and planted his lips on her cheek. Tess laughed loudly, the way her voice could fill the room startled Ellis.



“That of all places is where you choose to kiss? You just gave my cock a sucking and now you’re acting wholesome. Don’t be so coy, my darling Ellis.”



Ellis kissed the giantess’ full lips. Tess quickly wrapped her arms around him and pushed her oversized tongue into his mouth. Their tongues wrestled for a minute (hers won) before she let him go. Ellis kissed her shoulder and then the side of her big breasts without prompting. He was shocked to look down and see Tess’ cock rock hard again.



“Now comes the most fun for me, Ellis. This is going to hurt you, my sweet. I can’t say it won’t. Just listen to me and we’ll limit the pain together. You have to listen to me. Do as I say or I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She warned him.

Please note, all characters portrayed in this story are over 18.



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Davina hurried down the hallway, her books clasped in front of her heavy breasts to stop them jiggling as she ran.



It had been almost two weeks since she had truly given herself to Mistress K in the beautiful, imposing headmistresses study, drinking the transgendered woman’s seed from another T-girls newly fucked butt.



In that time, Davina had slowly been coming to terms with her new body. The perfect legs, curving hips, bubble butt and the full, rounded breasts that were causing her so much trouble now. The weight was still unusual and she found that if she hurried without her books in front of them, the dom girls would wolf whistle and there had been a few occasions when Davina had got herself pressed against the wall by some of the more predatory doms.



Davina now slept in a small dormitory with three other girls. It was comfortable and had a little washroom and shower at the end. Olivia, the girl who had been so brutally fucked by Mistress K, slept in a bed next to Davina and the two had become firm friends. The other two girls were Katie, a gorgeous, petite girl with coffee coloured skin and a cute, upturned nose, and Bobbi, a girl who was very shy and would often keep out of some of the more graphic conversations the other three girls had late at night.



Davina was still finding the change in her life from skinny, awkward teenage boy, to a beautiful, curvy t-girl hotty, a bit difficult, but with the help of her new friends, things were changing. Olivia was the most sexually experienced out of all of them. They would sit in their nighties once the door to the dorm was locked and chat about their new lives. Olivia claimed that she was in love with one of the dom girls, a tall, statuesque brunette called Hope. And she described to her shocked, delighted room mates the few times that Hope had taken her to a deserted classroom and fucked her tight ass with her thick eight inch prick. The last time they were together they had been discovered, which was why Mistress K had fucked Olivia’s cute, puckered rosebud so fiercely, as a punishment.



They had asked Olivia what Mistress K felt like, what was it like to have that huge cock inside her? Olivia’s eyes widened and she said that she had never experienced anything like it. It stretched her so much she felt like she was going to split and the length simply took her breath away. She said she wasn’t sure if she’d like to do it again, but she was glad it had happened. Although, Davina thought to herself, it didn’t seem to have taught Olivia anything, as she was still constantly flirting with Hope whenever she could.



Davina finally made her way to the locker rooms and made her way in. The rest of the sub girls in her year were already there, milling around and chatting. They did sports 3 times a week, and the outfits seemed to vary from run-of-the-mill to scandalously sexy. Davina found Olivia sitting on her own, checking her nails.



“Sports outfits arrived yet?” Davina asked, placing her books in her locker.



Olivia shook her head when the sports master Mr Roberts, opened the door with an armful of parcels. He was huge, almost 6 feet 5 with a shaved head and massive shoulders.



“Get changed and be on the hockey field in fifteen minutes.” Mr Roberts shouted over the din of the chatting girls. “Or you’ll be in detention with me on Sunday.”



Davina shivered slightly at the words. The rumour was that detention with Mr Roberts meant squatting in a freezing classroom, naked, sucking the man’s cock for up to an hour whilst he read the Sunday papers. Davina still felt a little odd about guys. She loved the other girls and felt a thrill run through her when she noticed one of the Dom girls looking at her. But the idea of giving herself to a guy… it still felt a little icky.



The girls quickly started unwrapping the parcels as Mr Roberts walked out. Davina heard Olivia gasp as she opened the parcel.



“Oh my god!”



Davina opened her own parcel and suddenly blushed. Inside the box were a few tiny items of rubber clothing. Davina looked at Olivia. “Are we supposed to wear this?”



Olivia nodded with a grin. “We’ll have to help each other if we don’t want to end up blowing Roberts.”



They took the outfits out to reveal a tiny, baby pink polo shirt, white pleated sports skirt and pink and white hooped stockings, all made of rubber. A small vial of talc was in each parcel.



Davina and the other girls quickly took their uniforms off and began helping each other out. Olivia walked naked to her friend, talc in hand.



“Right hun,” she smiled, “this might tickle.”



Olivia started patting talc onto Davina’s shoulders and back and then onto her heavy, tan breasts and tight little tummy. Olivia’s warm little hands felt good on her body and as the girl’s hand went lower, fingers brushing through the tiny triangle of pubic hair and lower, their eyes met.



Davina bit her bottom lip as Olivia’s fingers slowly found her small, smooth penis.



Davina felt her butterflies in her tummy at the other girl’s touch, when suddenly Olivia stopped.



“You do me now!” Her friend laughed mischievously.



Davina started patting the perfumed talc into her friend’s soft skin, loving the feel of her under her hands. Olivia turned and Davina started applying the talc to her friends breasts. They were a little bigger than Davina’s but still beautiful and firm. As Davina’s movements became slower, Olivia’s nipples started to blush and grow.



Olivia’s blue eyes once more met Davina’s green ones and slowly they moved together. Davina felt her friend’s nipples brush her own. And with what felt like a tiny electric shock in the pit of her tummy she felt her own penis brush against Olivia’s. Davina felt her girlie cock start to grow slightly. Olivia’s pink bow lips where just inches from hers when they heard a cough.



Davina spun to see that the changing room was almost empty — Bobbi the shy girl from their dorm moved closer and spoke in her soft, quiet voice.



“You better hurry, or you’ll be in trouble.” With that, she lowered her eyes and scampered out of the room.



Olivia and Davina quickly started putting the outfits on. The polo shirts were incredibly snug. Davina pulled hers over her head, putting her thin arms through the short sleeves. The rubber stretched over her skin and felt very strange… and also very nice. Soon the shirt was pulled down as low as it would go, an inch above Davina’s bellybutton. Her breasts felt unusual, pressed together in the tiny pink top. A slit ran several inches down the front giving anyone who wanted a great view of her tightly packed orbs.



She quickly buckled on the tiny white rubber pleated skirt which started at her hips and was only a few inches long. She then ran the hooped rubber stockings up her lithe, smooth legs until they stopped mid thigh. At the bottom of the parcel she found a tiny pair of pink panties and two small white gloves, both in rubber.



She wriggled into the panties, and feeling them slide over her girlish thighs was one of the most erotic things she had felt in her life! She pulled them up into place, hoping that the swelling of her penis wouldn’t show too much. She then pulled on the tiny gloves that barely came to the wrist and pulled her long auburn hair into a ponytail.



Olivia was standing waiting for her and they turned to look in the mirror before they went out. The uniforms were practically indecent. The tops hugged their figures beautifully, lifting and presenting their ripe cleavage, whilst the stockings and skirts showed a tantalising few inches of firm, tanned thigh.



Davina put a gloved hand to her mouth. “Oh my god!”



Olivia winked into the mirror. “We look super hot.”



Davina smiled nervously. “We look like we’re going to go do a porno or something.”



Olivia grinned again. “I’m game if you are.”



Olivia giggled, watching her friend blush once more and they put on small pink trainers and hurried out.



On the sports field, Roberts was waiting, looking at his watch as Davina and Olivia ran out. Roberts sighed as they came out. Fourteen and a half minutes. 30 seconds more and Sunday would have been incredible. Oh well, he thought to himself. There’s always a next time.



The girls began playing hockey in the wall enclosed field. It wasn’t long before their tight rubber outfits started to make them all glisten with sweat. This was the first time that Davina had worn rubber clothing and it felt liberating and frightening. She felt tightly enclosed and yet very very exposed, all at the same time.



And every time the girls went for the ball, bending over, their tiny skirts would rise up, exposing their thighs and tiny, skin tight rubber panties, enclosing their delicious behinds.



As they were playing, Davina noticed a man watching them from a gap in the wall. “Who’s that?”She asked Olivia, panting at the exertion.



“That’s Joseph. He looks after the grounds. Cute isn’t he?” She said, before running off after the game.



Davina watched the man and saw, with a shock, that he was looking directly at her. She quickly turned and ran after the ball.



Davina was no good at sports. As a boy she had had no talent, and as a girl, she seemed no better. At one point Mr Roberts stopped the game and walked over to her, towering above.



“It’s a hockey stick, not a goddam agricultural tool. If you can’t even be bothered to try to do it right, I’ll put you straight in detention ” He shouted. Davina was shaking, afraid that he would humiliate her just as countless sports teachers had in the past. When suddenly Davina realised he was staring down her top, at the pin-pricks of sweat making their way between her tightly clasped cleavage. Again, that strange feeling came over her. The feeling of having power over a man. She still couldn’t believe that when guys looked at her, they weren’t seeing the geeky boy, but a voluptuous, tanned girl that they wanted to touch and hold. Davina began to shake, from fear and from excitement at what she was about to do.



Davina bowed her head and bit her bottom lip, then looked up at him through her thick lashes.



“Could… could you show me? Sir?” Davina half whispered.



Roberts looked at the beautiful t-girl and slowly moved around behind her. He reached around, putting his hands over Davina’s on the stick.



“You hold it like this.” He said, moving the hockey stick back and forth.



Davina slowly let her tight little ass move backwards until it was pressed against the large bulge in the sports teacher’s pants. She heard him gasp between his teeth, and genuinely unable to believe how shameless she was becoming, slowly wriggled her rubber clad butt into his crotch. The man groaned.



“I think I’ve got it now, Sir.” She said, huskily over her shoulder.



The man nodded and stepped back, wiping sweat off his forehead. Davina noticed that some of the other girls were staring at her, but for the first time, she didn’t care. She felt powerful.



At the end of the game, Davina and Olivia walked back towards the locker rooms, their skin glistening with a thin film of sweat, their breathing making their breasts rise and fall in the tight rubber material.



They were chatting when Davina saw something from the corner of her eye. It was Joseph, the groundsman, he smiled, beckoned once to her and disappeared round a corner. Davina’s head was spinning, but, overcome with her power over Roberts on the hockey field, she decided that she would be brave. She turned to Olivia.



“I… I think I forgot something.” Davina said, her voice shaking a little.



Before Olivia could say anything, Davina started jogging back the way they had come. When Olivia was out of sight, Davina turned and made her way in the direction Joseph had gone in.



There was an overgrown path leading away from the sports field. Davina felt her breath come in quick gasps, her knees trembling. What was she doing? This was so stupid.



Her courage almost gone, Davina turned and came face to face with Joseph. He was 6ft tall, broad shouldered with a hard, lean body. His black hair and dark skin gave him a Mediterranean look.



Davina gasped and stopped.



“Sorry I surprised you, sweetie.” Joseph smiled.



Davina looked up at the man, and felt her body shaking. “I… I came the wrong way.” She mumbled.



“Really?” He moved forwards slightly. Davina stumbled a little and felt a wall behind her back. “Cos, when I beckoned you over, you looked like you knew where you were going.”



He moved closer to the trembling t-girl, and put his arm past her head to lean on the wall. Davina’s stomach was churning with fear… and excitement. She had never been in this situation before. She wanted to run… she wanted to… kiss him. The thought came to Davina’s head in a flash. Somewhere inside her David suddenly awakened. He didn’t kiss boys, he didn’t wear slutty outfits and wriggle his ass in other guys crotches. What the fuck was going on.



Davina pushed hard against Joseph’s chest. “Let me go.” She said, her breathing laboured.



Joseph smiled, looking down at the tight, tan body. The beautiful breasts straining against the rubber, and at the slim brown thighs, slightly parted below the white rubber skirt.



“I’ll let you go.” He said. “But first, you gotta give me one kiss, sweetie.”



“No,” cried Davina. “And stop calling me that. I don’t like guys… I… I’m not who you think I am…”



Joseph smiled and leaned forwards. Davina moved her head to the side but a strong hand came up and gripped her jaw. Joseph leant forwards and kissed Davina strongly, mashing her lips back.



Davina felt a wave of something incredible come over her the moment their lips met. Pure unbridled lust. Her little cock was starting to harden against the restricting material of her pink rubber panties. She groaned in the back of her throat.



“Please…” She moaned.



Joseph leant in again and kissed her, more softly this time. It was the first time she had been kissed by a boy and the feeling was incredible. The smell of his aftershave, the feeling of stubble on his jaw. She felt his tongue slide between her lips and start to explore. Her own tongue slid along his.



It was like nothing she had ever felt. Her breasts rose quickly as Joseph leaned back, taking in the beautiful t-girl.



“Lift up your skirt.” He said huskily.



Davina never dropped eye contact as she slid trembling hands down her body to the hem of her skirt. She slowly pulled it up, exposing her tight panties.



She watched Joseph drink in her body with his eyes. His hand moved down between her legs, his thumb slowly stroking the soft skin of her thigh. And then she felt his hand gently stroke the front of her panties, stroking along her hardening cock.



Davina groaned again, letting her head fall back as he slowly tightened his grip and then relaxed it, squeezing her clit. His fingers came up and slid into the tight waistband of her underwear. Davina clung to him, her breath coming in hard gasps and soft moans, kissing his neck as slowly he stroked her, running his thumb over the tip of her little cock. His other hand rose up her hip, across her tummy and began to squeeze her breasts.



Davina reach down and her gloved hand found the front of his pants. She began rubbing the huge bulge, feeling it twitch and harden.



Joseph kissed her deeply again and then lowered himself down her body, kissing her neck, running his tongue over her cleavage, tasting her sweat mixed with the scent of rubber. He kissed her breasts, letting his tongue swirl against the shiny material, feeling her nipple grow. He got to his knees and kissed the tight skin of her tummy before moving down.



He inhaled her perfume, and the scent of her sweat and kissed the front of her panties. Davina moaned again, instinctively spreading her thighs as his hot, wet tongue licked the velvet, hairless skin where her thigh met the material of her panties.



With a quick movement he had his fingers in her waistband and urgently tugged the stretchy rubber downwards. Davina felt her hands rest on the back of his head and her panties stretch between her spread knees. She knew it was wrong, to be so exposed, to be letting a boy do this to her.. But she couldn’t stop. It was impossible.



He gently kissed the tip of her semi-hard cock and then took both her cock and balls in his mouth all in one go. Davina’s eyes rolled in the back of her head at the intense pleasure and moaned hard, an almost animal sound. She sighed as he let her slip from his mouth.



She felt his hands grip her hips and slowly turn her until she was facing the wall. As though in a dream, and with her whole body trembling with new pleasure, she let her breasts press against the rough surface as she pushed her beautiful rounded ass towards Joseph. His tongue explored her cheeks, leaving silvery lines of saliva. She felt his strong hands clasp her cheeks and spread them, then felt his hot breath on her most secret place.



The moment his tongue touched her rosebud, Davina felt fireworks go off in her head. And then, the tongue was withdrawn. Her body sagged when suddenly she felt the tip of his tongue press against her anus, softly at first, then more and more firmly. Slowly she felt her most secret entrance begin to open for him and Joseph’s thick tongue slid smoothly inside her.



She arched her back, pressing her butt into his face as he began to tongue fuck her. “Oh, god… Joseph… please…”



Joseph’s tongue continued to fuck her, sliding into her perfect little hole, and then out, then back in, swirling around. And then it slowly withdrew. Davina didn’t notice that he had stood up. He reached around her, his hand cupping her breast, squeezing and kneading and she felt a strong finger pressing against her entrance.



She turned her head, panting and his mouth found hers, his tongue taking over her mouth. The finger slid inside, passing the rubbery resistance of her virgin hole and he began fucking her with the digit. Davina’s little cock was now pressed upwards against her stomach, pulsing in time to the movements of Joseph’s finger.



The finger withdrew and she lifted his hand, taking the finger between her cherry lips, licking and tasting herself like a slut.



She felt Joseph shifting behind her and the jangle of belt buckle. Then she felt something she had never felt before. The hard, hot, throbbing meat of a huge cock resting against her ass cheeks.



She felt him shift again and looked down. With a delicious feeling he was rubbing his long, thick cock between her legs, against the bottom of her scrotum. As she watched she saw the perfect purple head, huge beneath her own, sliding backwards and forwards.



Her gloved hand came down between her legs and gripped his thick shaft. He was not as big as Mistress K, but it was still a thick, beautiful cock. She squeezed and she felt his meat pulse in response.



Joseph held her tight as with one hand he took hold of his penis and pressed it against the t-girls velvet cheeks. The head of his cock found her entrance and he wrapped an arm around her tummy as slowly he began to push forwards.



The entrance held for a few seconds, and then, like a blossoming flower, began to open to him. Davina felt pain as the thick head spread her open, but it was only slight. Most of all she felt an incredible heat gathering in her stomach, of pure unbridled lust.



Suddenly, she stiffened.



Joseph spoke in between hard gasps. “Are you okay?”



Davina, her body shivering looked over her shoulder at him, her huge, liquid green eyes making him want to be inside her even more. “I… I promised the Mistress.”



“You mean… you’ve never…?” He asked in disbelief.



Davina nodded, her eyes tearing. “I promised the Mistress that I let any man inside me until she… until…”

Joseph nodded and gently let her go. “I understand.”



“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Davina kept muttering.



He gently turned her round and wiped a tear away from her cheek. “I understand. I’ve worked here long enough to know what would happen if you disobeyed her.”



Davina smiled weakly and kissed him. As she did, she felt his thick cock between them, pressing against her tummy.



“But,” she said, smiling, “I can still do something about that..”



She kissed him again and got to her knees. Joseph sighed as her small gloved hands took his shaft and began stroking back and forwards. She looked up at him as her little pink tongue began flicking around the tip of his penis, licking tiny drops of pre-cum away.



“You’re beautiful.” He said.



Davina slowly opened her thick red lips and felt his cock slide into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him, loving the his scent, the salty mineral taste of his cock.



She began moving her head backwards and forwards, always looking up at him with her big green eyes. She loved the way his thick meat spread her mouth so wide, stretching her lips. He put his hands on the back of her head, grasping her ponytail. He began to fuck her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into her throat. Davina gagged slightly, but she didn’t want to let this gorgeous man down, she held her breath, taking him further in.



Eventually, she felt her petite nose press against his pubic hair, his soft scrotum pressing against her chin. She slid the cock back out, long tendrils of saliva connecting her sweet lips and his engorged head, then plunged him back inside.



She could feel him shifting his footing and his legs begin to tense when suddenly he pulled her hair back and got her to her feet.



“But you haven’t cum!” She cried.



He looked at her slick, glistening lips and felt the cum boiling inside him. Quickly he reached down and, grabbing the rubber panties stretched between her knees, pulled them up.



She looked at him in confusion. He quickly pressed her against the wall and kissed her, then turned her round. He then flipped the back of her skirt up and pulled the back of her tight panties open. His other hand was wrapped around his penis as he began to feel his cum rising. He pressed the tip of the penis against the soft skin at the very top of Davina’s cheeks and, grabbing her tight, began to cum.



Thick fountains of hot sperm flew from the tip of his cock, splashing against Davina’s butt and slowly sliding down between her pert cheeks. He came more and more, his legs almost buckling at the experience. Finally, he stopped, drained, and leaned against Davina’s back.



Davina felt herself pressed against the wall and smiled to herself. His weight felt wonderful against her, and she felt as though she had made an important step. This man. This very handsome man, had wanted to mark her as his. She had never had this effect on anybody as a boy.



Deliberately she reached back and pulled her panties up all the way, feeling the hot semen sliding over her entrance and around her smooth balls.



She turned as Joseph shakily got his balance back.



“Thank you, Sir” She said, smiling cutely. And she turned, adjusting her skirt and walking away, making sure that she put an extra wiggle in her hips as she went. And as she did, she could feel his strong, potent seed, washing around her most vulnerable parts.



Inside the locker room, Davina found Olivia waiting for her, wrapped in a towel.



“Where have you been?” Her friend asked.



Davina smiled. She wasn’t sure she wanted to share this, but then remembered that she and Olivia had already been as close as possible that day when Olivia was strapped down on the Mistresses desk.



Davina smiled slowly like a cat and unbuckled her rubber pleated skirt, letting it fall to the tiles. Then, very slowly, she pulled her rubber panties a few inches down her thighs.



Olivia looked at her friend in puzzlement and then saw thick strands of thick white goo dripping not only from the panties, but also from between her friends thighs. Olivia’s eyes widened.



“Did you..?” She asked.



Davina shook her head. “I promised Mistress. But it was close.”



“Who was the… Joseph!” Olivia almost shouted, then looked around guiltily. But the changing room was empty. “It was Joseph?”



Davina nodded shyly. Olivia slowly got her feet, letting her towel drop, revealing her soft, curvaceous body and small, hairless penis hanging between ripe thighs.



Olivia walked around Davina and stopped behind her. Davina was shaking again as she felt her friends finger run gently through the cleft of her buttocks.



“Well, if the amount is anything to go by, he certainly enjoyed himself.” Olivia whispered over her friends shoulder.



Davina saw a finger appear from behind her laden with thick, dripping sperm. The finger made it’s way to Davina’s lips. She opened them, and sensuously licked the finger clean, swirling her tongue around Olivia’s slim, manicured digit.



Olivia moved and Davina felt her friend pulling her cheeks apart. A slim, hot little tongue began lapping at Davina’s behind.



“Mmmmm…. W-what are you doing back there, Olivia?” Davina gasped.



Olivia get to her feet and walked to face her friend. Her nose and lips were smeared with Joseph’s cum. Olivia smiled and leaned forwards. Davina closed her eyes as she felt Olivia’s lips meet hers.



As they kissed, Olivia opened her lips and Davina suddenly felt a warm, liquid silk flow into her mouth. Joseph’s cum circulated between them as their tongues met and slid.



Olivia leant back, smiling, her eyes bright. “Swallow what the gentleman gave you, Davina.”



Davina let the rich tasting cum slide over her tongue one more time, and then swallowed. She looked down and saw that Olivia’s cock was now hard… and so was her own.



They moved forwards again, their cocks sliding against one another, kissing. Davina felt breathless, her rubber-clad breasts pressing against Olivia’s naked chest.



They moved together, and Davina felt Olivia’s finger run down her back and over the rise of her bottom. The finger pressed gently against her entrance.



Olivia pulled back again and smiled devilishly. “I’ve got a way you can keep this with you all day.”



She quickly got to her knees and cupped the gusset of Davina’s panties in her hands as they rested, stretched between her thighs. Olivia tipped the panties and let the pool of thick white semen that had collected fill her mouth, dripping over her lips.



She motioned for Davina to lie down and then grasped her friends ankles and brought them up and over. Davina lay on the cold tiles, her own ankles by her ears, looking curiously at her friend.



Olivia squatted above Davina’s face, her own legs keeping Davina’s firmly anchored in place. She then leant forward so that her face was resting an inch above Davina’s exposed anus. With gentle fingers she spread Davina’s entrance and opened her lips.



The sperm flowed out of Olivia’s mouth in a beautiful white ribbon — directly into Davina’s open hole. The flow was true and soon disappeared deep into the beautiful young t-girl’s most sacred place.



Davina felt the warm flow of liquid pass deep inside her. She gratefully reached her head upwards and softly kissed Olivia’s rosebud, making the girl shiver.



Suddenly there was a banging from outside. The cleaners were coming in. The two girls quickly got to their feet and hurried to the showers.



Mistress K sat at her desk, a cup of tea perched between her hands, as she looked out of the window to the sun sinking below the horizon. There was a knock at the door and Matron walked in. They greeted each other and Matron sat opposite the headmistress.



“You don’t have company today? Is Imogen out of favour?” Matron asked, nodding to the large dildo sticking from the floor underneath the Mistresses desk. Normally one of the students, often a beautiful blond called Imogen would be impaled on the rubber cock, nuzzling and sucking on the Mistresses legendary prick.



The Mistress shook her head. “Everything’s fine. I just want to ask your opinion on something.”



Matron nodded as the Mistress pushed a button revealing a large screen. It was the view from a hidden camera showing somewhere on the grounds. Davina walked in wearing a rubber sports outfit and then Joseph appeared. Matron felt herself becoming aroused as she watched.



“I’m not surprised that Joseph couldn’t resist. You know how he feels about t-girls in rubber.” Matron smiled.



Mistress nodded. “Why do you think I chose those outfits for today?”



“Are you going to punish her?” Asked Matron as they watched Davina turn to the wall and present herself to the man, panties round her knees.



“Watch.” Murmured the Mistress.



Matron watched, and then opened her mouth in surprise. “She didn’t do it!”



Mistress nodded. “It was a test. And she passed. But she’s becoming aware of her power more quickly than I ever thought. She nearly made Roberts cum in his sports pants out on the hockey field today. I had to lend him, and that battering ram he calls a cock, Imogen for the evening. Before he tries to take Davina during the next hockey game.”



Matron gasped. “You gave him Imogen? But I thought she was your favourite?”



Mistress nodded. “She has to learn that she does what she’s told. She was getting a little too comfortable as my personal slut.”



“So,” asked Matron, “what are you going to do about Davina?”



Mistress smiled a catlike smile. “I need to know if she can really be controlled. If not, she’ll just end up as another slut that has fun for a few years before losing herself. I’m going to put her to the ultimate test. If she does as she’s told, I’ll make her future assured.”



Matron raised an eyebrow.



Mistress’ expression became hard, “But the test will be the hardest thing she has ever had to do.”



The next day, Davina sat in class, a large dildo complete with balls stuck to the table in front of her. At the front of the class Ms Fanshore, a tall, hard looking transgender woman stood with her tight jeans undone, her large cock hanging from the fly. A 20 year old T-girl sub in the year above Davina was on her knees, licking and sucking at the teacher’s cock.



“Now class.” Ms Fanshore said. “Do what Victoria does. Work the shaft. That’s it.”



The girl on her knees slid her tongue up and down and Davina leant forward, letting her own tongue work up and down the dildo. As she closed her eyes she started fantasising that it was Joseph’s cock. She had been up half the night, going over and over what had happened with Olivia and the other girls. Things had got quite heated and as they went to sleep, she could hear a buzzing noise from Olivia’s bed, which meant that her friend was using a vibrator on her little hole.



The classroom door opened and Matron walked in. She looked directly at Davina.



“Come with me, now.” Matron said sharply, before turning and leaving.



Davina quickly got to her feet and picked up her books, mumbling an apology to Ms Fanshore as she went.



Matron strode down the corridor ahead and Davina hurried to keep up, still tottering slightly in her heels.



“Matron, what’s..” Davina began.



Matron stopped dead and turned. She looked furious. “Don’t say another word. You don’t want to end up in even more trouble.” And with that, carried on down the hallway.



Davina felt panic run through her body. What had she done. What had… Joseph. Suddenly Davina felt a thin film of sweat on her forehead. She had acted like a slut with Joseph and now she was going to be punished.



Matron stopped outside Mistress K’s door and knocked. Then she turned, glared at Davina and walked away.



“Enter.” Came Mistress K’s reply through the wood.



With a pounding heart, Davina walked into Mistress K’s study. The beautiful, imposing T-woman stood facing away, looking out of the window. She was wearing a white, figure hugging suit with a short, businesslike skirt.



“Close the door. Undress. Now.” Mistress K did not turn round, but her voice was cold.



With shaking fingers, Davina unbuttoned her blouse, fumbling with the buttons. In a few seconds the blouse fell to the floor and this was followed by her skirt and bra. Davina took a deep breath and slid her panties down around her ankles. She was about to pull down her thigh high stockings when the Mistress turned around. Her face was pale, and her lips were set in a thin line.



“Leave those on. And your shoes.” She barked.



Davina did as she was told, her eyes lowered, visibly shaking.



“Pick up your clothes and put them on the bench.” She was commanded.



Davina did as she was told, trying not to meet Mistress K’s gaze. The Mistress walked over to her and grabbed Davina by her auburn hair.



“I told you that you belonged to me, little slut. Do you remember?” The Mistress asked, eyes like steel staring directly into Davina’s own. Davina nodded, her eyes tearing. “I do, Mistress.”



“And yet I find out that you’ve been spreading your legs,” Mistress K slapped Davina’s thighs, making the girl jolt, “and your lips,” this time she slapped Davina’s cheek, making her cry out, “to one of the gardeners. One of the fucking gardeners of all people.”



She pulled Davina by the hair towards the desk. “We had a deal, and you broke it, you little bitch.”



She dragged her to the far side of the desk and pushed her to her knees. “Get under the desk and mount the dildo, slut.”



Davina hurriedly got to her knees and turned, backing her way under the desk, tears now freely running down her cheeks from fear and self-disgust. She carried on backwards until she felt the huge rubber cock press between her cheeks.



She shifted her ass slightly until she felt the huge tip against her rosebud. Mistress K, meanwhile stood in front of Davina, lifted her skirt to expose her huge, beautiful cock, and sat in the chair.



Davina slowly pushed back on the dildo, but it was so much bigger than anything she’d ever had in her before. She grunted a little as she pushed, but it was no good, the tip was just too wide.



Mistress K lifted up her booted feet to rest them on Davina’s naked thighs, the stiletto heels poking into her flesh. “Get on that dildo, or I’ll whip the flesh from your body, bitch.” Mistress K growled, and pushed down with her stiletto heels. Davina shrieked with pain and plunged her ass backwards. Her hole spread wider and wider, pain shooting through her, as the thick rubber invader dug deeper and deeper into her virgin hole.



Mistress K kept pushing with the heels, as the girl sank down onto the huge rubber cock, the sluts breath coming in hard, tortured gasps, her body spasming, trying to make room for the unwelcome visitor.



Finally Davina felt her butt cheeks touch the end of the Dildo. She was in excruciating pain, the dildo was like a steel pole running up through her whole body. She could hardly breath and she blinked back more tears, waiting for her body to adjust.



As she gasped, the thick head of Mistress K’s cock was pressed against her lips. Mistress K had forgotten what it was like to have a first timer impaled on the huge dildo. She was already hard and, throwing her hair back and her hips forward, she thrust her cock into Davina’s open mouth. The girl gagged, but the Mistress did not let up, pressing her cock in deeper and deeper.



“Fuck the dildo, Davina.” She said huskily. And she felt the girl whimper around her cock as the little slut began slowly moving herself up and down the thick toy. Strands of drool were already appearing from the side of Davina’s mouth as she felt her Mistresses cock tap again and again against the back of her throat.



Mistress K held the girl’s head still and spoke in a low whisper. “You have displeased me. And I do not like those who displease me. You are about to hear what your future holds. Say nothing, and do nothing but pump that prettily little rump of yours up and down the dildo and suck on my cock. If you stop or try to interrupt my conversation, you leave immediately, naked and alone.”



Davina whimpered again but did as she was told, feeling her sphincter start to loosen around the invader and her gag reflex start to abate.



The intercom on the Mistresses desk sounded. “Your 12 o’clock is here, Mistress.” The secretary’s voice sounded tinny through the speaker.



“Send him in.” The Mistress replied.



Davina could here the sound of the door open above the coarse sound her her own breathing through her nostrils.



“Please, take a seat.” The Mistress said. “I’d get up, but as you can see…”



Davina heard the man take a seat, and then inhale sharply. She guessed that he had seen her ass so crudely distended by the monster toy. Almost without meaning to, Davina began to pump a little harder, wanting to put on a show for their visitor.



“May I get you anything?” Asked the Mistress.



When the man spoke, Davina froze.



“How’s about one of what you’re having.” The man said. Davina recognised the voice. It was her Step-Father!



Mistress K pushed forwards, gagging Davina and bringing her back to reality. She continued to pump against the dildo, still sucking on her mistresses cock, but now her heart was racing and she could feel panic building.



“I’m sure we can find someone to attend to your needs after this little meeting, Mr Jonas.” Mistress replied silkily.



Pete Jonas, Davina’s step-father leaned back in his chair, and watched the plump, tanned ass as it slid up and down the sex toy. The ring of muscle looking almost like lips as they seemed to suck and swallow the thick rubber.



Mistress k coughed politely, getting his attention. “I called you here today to speak about your son, David.”



“Step-Son, you mean,” he grunted. “He’s no son of mine. He’s always been useless. Just the same as his mother. Useless fucking family as far as I’m concerned.”



Mistress k ran her fingers through Davina’s hair as she felt the girl stiffen again. “Indeed.” She replied. “David showed some promise when he came to us, but he has recently been causing trouble. We’re very close to sending him home to you.”



Jonas snorted. “Doesn’t fucking surprise me. Little faggot can’t do anything right. Although you might as well just drop him on the street, because he’s not welcome in my house anymore. Truth be told,” he said shifting forwards in his chair, and getting an eyeful of the show, “his mother’ll soon be out on the street too. It was a mistake getting involved with them in the first place.”



Mistress k smiled coldly. “Of course. You’re clearly a man who makes up his own mind. I admire that. Why don’t you stay this evening, and I’ll arrange a little entertainment for you. It seems a shame for you to have wasted such a long journey.”



Jonas leaned back in his seat and nodded. “Sounds like a great idea.”



Later, once Jonas had left, Mistress K slid her cock out of Davina’s tired mouth and looked down at her charge, taking in the smeared mascara and tear stained face.



“Davina. What happens next is very important for your future. I want you to understand that I am not doing this because I am cruel, although I can be cruel. I’m doing this because you have to understand that you belong to me. And more than that. You have to understand that you have an incredible talent with men. They crave you. You must understand that this is how you will make your future a success. Use you ass, your mouth, your beauty. Use them all to get what you want. Do you understand.”



Davina nodded hesitantly, but the Mistress could tell that she did not understand. “You face a test tonight, Davina. Pass it, and you start your future tomorrow. Wealth, happiness, adventure, can all be yours. Fail the test, and I send you home with that man. And trust me, I’m a good judge of character, and that man is a monster.”



Davina blinked back tears. She nodded silently. “Now,” said Mistress k, “because you have such a lot to do, I will let you go now, before I have even cum. That is how important this is.”

Mistress K backed up in her chair and stood, letting her skirt slide down over her cock. Davina slowly edged forwards, feeling every single inch of the huge dildo slipping out of her. The head was the largest part, and yet there was only a small amount of resistance as it finally popped out of her battered little rosebud.



She shakily got to her feet.



Mistress K pointed to a door that Davina had never noticed before. “Matron is waiting for you through there. Do as she says, obey your instructions and the future will be wonderful. Goodbye, little one.”



And with that, Mistress K leaned down and kissed Davina deeply, tasting her own pre-cum on the little sluts lips.



Davina walked through the door, her legs barely able to take her weight. To hear that the Mistress was thinking about sending her back to that heartless bastard. Pete Jonas was Davina’s step-father, an evil minded sadist who, back when Davina was still David, used to knock him around at the slightest provocation. He was also mean to Davina’s Mom, and it sounded like he was going to dump her too! Davina’s Mom had put a lot of money into Jonas’ business, which had now become a success, but the bastard probably wouldn’t leave her a thing when he walked out of the door.



Davina was trying hard not to cry when she saw Matron waiting for her in a small room. Matron walked over and put an arm around her shoulders, and Davina immediately began sobbing.



“There, there, darling,” Matron said softly. “I’m sure you’ll do well this evening. And then all of this will be over.”



She poured a deep, hot bath and washed Davina very gently, then dried her and wrapped her in a thick, fluffy robe.



“What… what’s the test tonight, Matron?” Stammered Davina.



Matron smiled. “You’ll find out soon enough, darling.” And with that she opened a side door and let in Charity, the T-girl who had first taught Davina how to apply make-up.



Charity smiled at Davina and sat her down in a make-up chair. She began styling the beautiful young T-girl’s long auburn hair, straightening it and adding product to make it shine like silk. She then began applying make-up. Davina sat dumbly in the chair, not sure what was going on. From the mirror she could see that Charity was applying quite heavy make-up, certainly more than she was used to wearing. By the time she was finished, Davina looked at herself, and couldn’t believe the transformation.



Normally she looked pretty, but innocent, just a dash of make-up to bring out her natural beauty. Now, with eye-liner around her eyes and deep, shiny red lips, she looked like a little whore. Charity leant back to admire her work, and smiled. “You look gorgeous, babe.” She said. “Now, drop your robe and we’ll make you perfect.”



Davina slowly got to her feet. She felt so nervous, but she had known Matron and Charity since she first got to the finishing school, and she didn’t really feel strange being naked in front of them. Her robe dropped down to the floor. Charity smiled again, taking in Davina’s beautiful, lithe body. “Looking hot, hun. You’ve really developed.” She said, wickedly.



Charity then began to squirt oil onto her hands and rub it into Davina’s skin, first her legs and then up her thighs, her tight little butt and back. The sensation was very nice, and even though Davina had had a very stressful day, she felt herself begin to loosen up. And she felt other parts of her body begin to harden up.



Charity turned her round and knelt down, starting to rub oil into her tummy, when she saw Davina’s little clit begin to swell.



“My,” she purred, “you are a very responsive young lady, aren’t you?” And Charity leant forwards and flicked the very tip of Davina’s hardening cock with her tongue. Davina moaned softly, but Charity just smiled and continued with the oil, up Davina’s body, and over her pert, rounded breasts, her thumbs running over the thick nipples.



Davina was a little out of breath by the time Charity had finished, and wished that the sexy T-woman’s hands hadn’t stopped their delicious work. Matron then walked forward holding a shiny piece of red leather. It was a tiny waspie corset that encircled Davina’s already slim waist, and, pulling hard on the cords, matron tied the corset as tight as she could. Davina felt the breath leave her body and her back straighten as the restrictive garment was made secure. Her butt now stuck out and her breasts were pushed upwards and forwards.



Charity the knelt once more and took out two red patent sandals with a thick perspex platform and stiletto heal, buckling them onto Davina’s petite feet. The straps continued up Davina’s calfs, finishing just below the knee.



Matron slowly turned her about, tottering slightly on the high platforms, to face the mirror. Davina drew in a quick gasp. She nearly didn’t recognise herself. Her face looked wicked, and sensuous, but her body looked made for fucking. Glistening with a thin film of oil, the corset and heels doing their work to present her assets in the most alluring, most provocative way.



Davina felt her cock grow harder as she looked at herself. The perfect shemale whore, ready for anyone who wanted to fuck her.



“You’re ready,” whispered Matron, and taking Davina’s hand, led her through a tight passageway into a round chamber with a single door at the far end. Sitting on a couch was Mistress K. Her eyes widened as Davina was led in.



“My god. She’s incredible.” Mistress K breathed, getting to her feet and slowly walking around Davina, taking in the rising, falling breasts, the beautiful, pert shining ass.



Mistress K stopped directly in front of Davina and with soft hands gripped the T-girls hairless penis, gently tugging.



“Am… Am I for you, this evening, Mistress?” Davina asked, nervously.



Mistress K laughed a deep throaty laugh and shook her head. “I wish you were, Davina. I could fuck you until you were no longer able to walk. No my darling, we have a different test for you this evening.”



She took Davina’s hand and led her to the doorway at the far end of the room, and pointed to a small viewing hole. Davina leaned forwards and looked in to see a dimly lit room. The room had mirrors on ever surface apart from a wide leather chair sat in the middle. And sitting on the arm chair was her Step-father. Davina’s heart started beating faster and faster, and she felt herself begin to tremble. Pulling away from the door she turned to Mistress K, shaking her head.



“Please,” she begged, “not him. Anybody but him.”



Mistress K smiled slightly cruelly. “As we agreed, you belong to me, slut.” Her expression softened slightly. “You think I’m being cruel, but I’m not. There is a hidden video camera in that room. You must go in and do what he asks. You must let him fuck you. And you must make him say that he knows who you are, knows that you were once his step-son.”



Davina blinked, trying not to cry. “But why? Why would you make me do this?”



Mistress K narrowed her eyes. “It should be enough that I tell you to do it. But I also do this to help you. That man is pure evil. But once we have this tape, he belongs to us. To you. We can ensure that your mother is cared for for the rest of her life, that he never bothers her, or you again. With that tape, you will have control. Life is not easy for women like us, Davina. We must use everything we have to make life better. Do you understand?”



Davina looked at the Mistress, and slowly she began to understand what the Mistress had been trying to tell her. Finally she nodded. “I understand.”



And with that, she leant forward on her high platforms and lightly kissed the Mistresses lips. Mistress K looked at her, shocked, and for the first time that she could remember, blushed.



“Let’s get started.” Davina said softly.



Mistress K dimmed the lights in the chamber and slowly opened the door.



Pete Jonas was getting bored. He’d had an excellent supper and a few too many glasses of wine. The girls had been good company over dinner, and he’d tried pawing at one or two of them, but that Mistress K bitch kept a pretty tight ship. Whenever he got a little out of hand, the girls were sent to sit at a different part of the room. She’d promised that it would all be worth his while, but he’d already been sitting here for 15 minutes, and if something didn’t happen soon, he’d just get up and leave. He stared at his own reflection in the mirrored walls and admired himself. Not too bad looking even after all these years.



The door opened slowly, and for a few seconds he could see nothing. Then he smelt light, sensuous perfume and saw a figure swaying into the room. He saw only the outline at first. The girl was beautiful, petite, curvy, but slim.



As the girl walked into the dim light, Pete took in the porn star shoes, the beautiful slim legs and ripe thighs, the rounded hips and tiny, corseted waist. He saw the small cock hanging between those thighs and licked his lips. That he liked girls with ‘something extra’ was a secret he’d kept hidden for all his life. As he continued looking up he admired one of the finest racks he’d ever seen. Rounded, heavy and pert. The T-girl’s tan body glistened in the low lighting.



“Good evening, Mr Jonas.” The voice was light, breathy.



Pete looked up and saw a beautiful, slutty face, framed in auburn hair, piercing green eyes staring back at him, a sultry smile on the plump lips.



There was something about the face that he knew, but it was difficult to place.



The girl walked towards him, hips swaying seductively until she was just a few inches in front of him. Her scent was beautiful, perfume, and a slight sexual musk that made his cock start to harden in his pants.



She slowly turned on the spot until her ass was just in front of his face. “Do you like what you see, Mr Jonas?” The girl asked, looking at him over her shoulder. She began to bend forwards, running her hands down her glistening legs, revealing her tight little rosebud. Slowly she stood up again.



Pete’s cock was painfully hard now, as the girl turned back towards him. She stepped even closer, until her little hairless cock was right in front of his face, then bent forwards to whisper into his ear. As she leant forwards, her heavy breasts brushed his cheek. Pete moaned in the back of his throat. The heat from the girl was incredible. He had never wanted anyone so much in his life.



The girl’s mouth was right by his ear and he felt her lips brush briefly against his skin. “Don’t you recognise me, Mr Jonas? Don’t you recognise your step-son?”



Pete suddenly jerked backwards and the girl rose and took a step back. Pete Jonas’ breathing was heavy. “What the fuck is going on?”



The girl smiled sexily and ran a hand down her body, arching her back. Her finger ran down her cock and further, between her legs. She slowly sank into a crouch.



“You know what’s going on. Don’t pretend that this isn’t what you wanted. Your own personal shemale fuckslut.” The girl almost purred.



Pete didn’t know what to do, as he looked at the girls face he started to see slight signs, slight memories of David’s in the shape and bone structure. And in the eyes. But his own eyes were drawn down to the wide spread, tanned thighs, to the little hand working away. He could see the tips of her fingers dipping in and out of her ass. His cock pulsed.



“David…” He gasped, his voice sounding rough.



The girl smiled and withdrew her fingers from between her legs. She brought them to her lips and began to lick them with her pink little tongue.



“You made me. You wanted this.” She got to her feet and slowly brought her knees up so that she was straddling him in the leather chair. She slowly took first one of his hands, then the other and placed one on her breast and the other on her ass. “Tell me who I am.”



Pete’s voice was a harsh whisper in the dim room. “You’re… you’re my step-son.” He said finally. His hands were trembling but already he was starting to squeeze the flesh of her ass, to stroke her beautiful firm breast.



“They call me Davina now. But I’m in trouble. I’m not supposed to be here.” Davina leant forwards until her lips were just by his ear. She swallowed, trying not to tremble or let her fear or loathing for this man show. She let her lips kiss his ear and he gasped. “I want you to take me home, throw my bitch mother out of the house and keep me as your personal sex slave. Would you like that?”



Pete paused, and for a second, Davina thought she had gone too far. But when he replied his voice was tight with lust. “Yes.”



Davina slowly got off him and knelt down, swiftly removing his shoes and socks. She leaned forwards and Pete looked over her shoulder seeing her tanned, ripe little ass reflected in the mirrored walls, the small smooth balls hanging between her legs.



Her hand stroked over his cock, making him moan and then she undid the buttons on his shirt.



Pete suddenly grabbed her hand. For the first time he looked slightly suspicious. “Then… then why don’t we leave now? Together.”



Davina felt a thrill of nerves run through her, but she stood up, arching her back. She ran her hand down her corset and down over the oiled, velvet skin of her cock. To her surprise it was starting to grow hard again. She breathed deeply, watching him watch her breasts rise and fall. “Do you see my little clit? So pathetic compared to that beautiful thing I just felt in your pants.”



Pete nodded, still wary.



“It’s getting hard for you. I’ve wanted you for so long. A real man. A strong man. The reason we can’t leave now is because I’ve waited long enough for you already… Daddy.” Davina breathed.



She looked at him through her lashes, still letting her fingers slide of her hardening clit. And she could see that she had him now. He was hers to control. And now she truly understood what Mistress had been trying to tell her. With her beauty, her sensuality, she no longer feared this man as she had as a weak, slight male. Now he wanted her more than anything. And she was going to put him in a position where he could do no harm ever again. This was her power. And it was starting to turn her on, overriding the hatred and loathing and fear she felt for him.



“Don’t you want to fuck me, Daddy?” She asked, almost a little sadly.



Pete took a shaky breath. “Yes… I want to fuck you… I want you right now…”



Davina moved around behind the chair, her ass jiggling slightly with every step, and she removed his shirt. She then walked back in front of him and crouched down on the floor. Her hands ran up his thighs. He growled in the back of his throat as she started to rub his cock through his pants. She then slowly undid his fly and he watched as she smiled like a slut, pushing one hand into his fly.



“What do you have for me, Daddy?” She purred. Her fingers found his throbbing cock. It was about average in length, but very very thick. At least Davina understood one thing her mother had seen in him.



She freed his cock from his pants and gripped it in her hand, squeezing and gently pulling the skin down and up on the shaft.



“Can… Can I suck your cock? Please?” Davina asked, looking up at him. He nodded, unable now to talk.



Davina leant forwards, and took in the smell of his sex. She couldn’t believe it, but she was now incredibly turned on by the effect she was having on this idiot. She opened her lips and pressed her tongue against the very bottom of his shaft, and then incredibly slowly, licked her way up his cock, her eyes always on his. When she reached the top she let her tongue swirl around the hot, fat helmet, already covered in pre-cum. And then she bobbed her head, letting her lips run over the top, taking him in her mouth.



He grabbed her hair as she began sucking his cock, tasting him, swirling her tongue around, feeling the thick shaft stretch her lips wide. Her head bobbed up and down and his hips rose to meet her. Soon his cock was buried deep in her throat and she felt his pubic hair graze her nose.



He began to tense and she swiftly pulled back, letting his cock fall from her mouth. He watched entranced at the saliva that still connected his cock to her lips. She quickly undid his belt and removed his pants and shorts. Then she stood in front of him and straddled his naked body. Her boobs pressed against his face and she felt him start to lick and suck at her nipples.



She brought her oiled ass down and began sliding it back and forwards along the length of his shaft. She had to admit that the girth and the heat felt wonderful.



She looked over her shoulder and saw her pneumatic body sliding over his, her glistening tanned flesh rippling with every stroke. She gasped as he bit one her nipples, but it felt good.



She felt his hand grip her cock and she gasped out loud, arching her back. And then she did what she had to do. To end this whole charade. She leant backwards and gripped his cock and pushed back until the head was just pressing against her most secret entrance.



Slowly she pushed backwards and felt herself begin to widen as her rosebud blossomed around the thick invader. Her breath came in harsh gasps, restricted by the corset, but she continued to push onto him. It was the first cock she had had inside of her, and it felt right that this would be the one that freed her.



The thick head widened her ass even further, making her cry out and bite her lip, until finally, it was in. She paused, her hand resting on his shoulder, but clearly he had mistaken her cry for one of passion.



He grabbed her waist and thrust upwards. Davina groaned as his full, fat length filled up her tiny ass. Her own little cock was pulsing with each beat of her heart as she sat, splayed on him.



He started to fuck her, with swift, hard strokes, pounding her soft, delicate hole. She felt him rear up in her insides, stretching her as wide as she would go, then sliding out, only to pound back in once more.



Gradually her muscles relaxed and she began to accommodate his length more easily. And soon, she was riding him hard, her ass slamming down onto his thighs taking his cock deep into her perfect place.



He suddenly stopped and pulled her up and off him, and as his cock left she felt her ass gape, already used to its powerful visitor.



He turned her round, his legs wide, and forced her thighs wider still until she was as spread as she could be, her own legs hooked behind his. And then he sat her back down, aiming his cock, sliding it easily into her ravaged hole.



Davina gasped again as he re-entered her, but now she could take him. He thrust up into her and they both watch their reflection in the mirror. She watched her own little cock bounce in time with his thrusts as he gripped her hair, pulling her head back. His other hand found her breast and kneaded and pawed at it cruelly.



He began to thrust harder and harder, sweat now covering both of them, and she felt him tense beneath her. He shouted and she felt the warm heat of his semen begin to spurt inside her, swiftly filling her tight ass.



He finally stopped bucking and lay back in the chair. For a few moments she lay back against him, her thighs still spread, her ass still impaled on his dick. When she had got her breath back, she braced herself, and slowly got to her feet, feeling him slip wetly out of her. She also felt his cum begin to leak out of her, down her inner thighs.



“That… That was incredible.” Pete said.



Davina stretched. She felt incredible. So powerful and strong she could hardly believe the change in herself.



“I’ll get dressed,” he said, “and then I’ll see you outside. We can leave tonight.”



Davina looked at him over her shoulder, still getting her breath back, his semen dripping from her. “Uhuh.” She said non-committally and then walked, with shaky legs, out of the door she had come in through.

This is my first submission. I took quite a bit of time on it so I hope you enjoy it. Also it is quite long so get comfy. xxx



DAY ONE.



The alarm burst into life and so did the pain.I checked the time, it was 8.20. Shit! First day of semester and I was gonna be late. I had a quick shower and drove off to the University. The previous night I added the finishing touches to the module that I would be teaching and I was stressed. Teaching new material is always daunting. There was various events that needed arranging and there was also a new member of staff. I hadn’t met her but I read her paper on gender theory and it was very interesting. A lot of it was informed by her own experience as a transgendered woman. I arrived at the car park and ran into the building.



I was nearly at my office when I hit something and ended up flat on the floor! Oh crap! I had hit someone!



“Are you OK?,” I said.



“Yes I think so,” said the girl.



We untangled ourselves and I got my first proper look at her. She was beautiful. Deep brown eyes and with long glossy brunette hair; she reminded me of Nigella Lawson. Instinctively I scanned her firm but curvy body. She had clearly caught me looking and I decided I should stop perving.



“I am so terribly sorry, that was really stupid of me, I’m Andy,” I said.



“Kate,” she replied.



Then there was a pause, I am not great with pretty women. Luckily the pause was interrupted. Susan, the head of department approached us.



“Morning Andy, I see you’ve met Kate?,” said Susan.



“Yes, we just bumped in to each other,” I replied.



“I’m glad you too have met, Kate has been doing a lot of work on Heidegger so you too should work well together” said Susan.



“Yes, It would be good to bounce some ideas off each other,” I agreed.



They carried on talking but I was lost in thought. I knew who this girl was. She was my new colleague. But then it hit me. The girl that I was lusting after was tranny! I went white as a sheet! The semi that I had growing in my pants quickly started to soften. I looked for clues that I missed. There was nothing! I realised how hurtful the way I was acting was and how insulted she would be if she knew what I was thinking. Be professional for fuck’s sake! Susan looked at me.



“Still free for a meeting tomorrow?,” she said



“Yes, I’ve got the information you asked for,” I said



Susan said, “Ok great, would you mind showing Kate around?”



Glancing across at Kate, I said. “It would be a pleasure.”



Kate smiled at me. God she was beautiful. I could not believe that she was a tranny. There was no way anything could happen between us, even if there was a chance before. But she is my colleague and, it seems, a nice person. I don’t want to be a complete dick. I showed her around our tiny department whilst talking about her research and then escorted her to her new office.



“Have you had a look around the city yet?,” I enquired.



“No,” said Kate. She smiled. “I was hoping someone would show me.”



I said, “I will, if you would like?”



“That would be awesome,” she said as she put her hand on my shoulder.



I flinched. Her eyes widened with alarm. I think she could tell not only that I knew, but also that it bothered me. We said our goodbyes and I went back to my office, sat down and slammed my head on the desk. I’d upset her. Didn’t take long! I didn’t see Kate at all for the rest of the day. I had the feeling she was avoiding me.She was one of the only staff members as young as me and I didn’t want to alienate her.



THE NEXT DAY.



I knew she had a free afternoon. She’d just finished her last lecture as I walked in.



“So, are you ready to see the city? I thought we could have some lunch?,” I said.



Kate said awkwardly, “You don’t have to do that.”



“But I want to,” I said. “I don’t want to eat alone.”



She eyed me dubiously, but agreed. I left my car at the uni and we caught the bus. It was pretty crowded and there was only standing room. But at least this way we could have some wine. We hit a bump I fell into her. She grabbed me to steady me. Her soft large breasts rubbed gently against my chest.



“Thanks” I said.



“No Probs,” Kate replied.



She smiled again. She had a beautiful smile. I could feel myself getting hard. She was undeniably attractive; if she was a regular girl I would have been begging her to go out with me. I knew nothing could happen between us sexually, but I thought that there was room for a good friendship.



“Do you like French food? There is a new place that is meant to be great” I said.



“Very much so,” was the response.



“Très bien,” I said.



Oh great. Unnecessary French. Not even there yet and I already sound like a pretencious dickhead.



We got off the bus and started walking. Five minutes later we arrived at the bistro. She picked the wine, which she clearly is very good at.



“Have you got over the shock yet?,” Kate asked.



I had, but the anxiety was coming back. “What shock?”



Stupid thing to say. Now she’s going to have to say it.



She said, “Come on. When I patted your shoulder you jumped like I was gonna assault you!” Then she whispered in my ear in her soft voice “You know I’m a transsexual, right?”



I swallowed hard.



In a voice so quiet I barely made a sound I said, “Yes,”



At last it was spoken. I was still quite tense but both of us seemed a lot more relaxed now.



“I’m sorry I jumped, I was just a little surprised” I confided.



With pain in her voice she said, “Don’t worry I have had much worse reactions.”



“You must be so brave to talk about in your work,” I said. “Where do you find the strength to be so open?”



Kate said, “Well it can be difficult, some people treat me like a freak when they find out. But many people have been kind and most people with a brain can get over it. I am also proud of being a transsexual woman. I did not feel comfortable living as a boy but what I am now? I love my body, all of it.”



I said, “So you never…?”



“No,” she said. She knew what I was asking. “I do not need that surgery to feel like a woman.”



That I can understand. The thought of surgery in an area that intimate is rather unpleasant. Not only that, she is clearly a beautiful woman. I wish I could get over myself. She would make a great partner.



We talked about her life and her family. How her parents moved to Thailand so she could get hormones early enough so she had the best transformation she could. I also have a love for Thailand, the culture, and the food. In Thailand she was open about being a “kathoey” which, combined with her exotic western looks, made her very popular. In the UK she found things more difficult. Her colleages were mostly understanding so she was open with them but otherwise she was cautious who she told.



It was amazing how much we had in common. Most nights she came to mine. We would work together or watch some Top Gear (UK), or some Big Bang Theory, or any of the other shows we loved. We soon were best of friends and inseperable on campus.It was platonic but it was still the best relationship I have had with a woman.



AN UNEXPECTED TURN.



The first time I started to feel differently about her was at a conference at UCL. It was the most boring event that we had been to, but, we had topped up the accommodation money the uni had given us and we got a suite at The Savoy! We were both so excited. We had a lovely meal but I felt faint when we got the bill! Afterwards we had a few drinks and got very drunk. We used each other to lean on so that we didn’t fall over as we made our way upstairs.



We got into the room and just collapsed on the bed. I still had my arm around her waist and she nuzzled into me while I held her tight.



“I’ve had a lovely time,” Katie said.



I don’t know why but I Kissed her forehead. She looked deeply into my eyes. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing deep. She opened her lips slightly and slowly licked her top lip. My hand slipped down her dress onto her stocking covered thighs and gently along her soft round arse. Her lips touched mine. The electricity I felt from her kiss was amazing. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and found mine. We were both so sleepy, so drunk, We fell asleep in each others arms.



THE MORNING AFTER THE KISS.



I showered got dressed and left her a note which said:



“I Didn’t want to wake you. Join me for breakfast? 08.30.”



We had a fantastic breakfast, apart from the unspoken events of last night, the sexual tension, and my irrational homosexual panic! She could tell I didn’t want to talk about so it did not get discussed. Our relationship carried on as usual but my dreams had changed.I started to have sexual fantasies about her. Dreams like I had never had before. One surprising one involved me being bent over her desk by her. I woke up covered in my own cum. That hadn’t happened for many years. Of course I was attracted to her.



That didn’t mean that I could cope with her having dick, but even that wasn’t the end of the world. What could I say to my family? At some point they would have to know. They would infer what we did, and so would my friends and colleagues. What about having kids? We couldn’t have our own. The truth was I really cared about her, but I knew I would hurt her if we did go out, and it would end badly.



THE NIGHT EVERYTHING CHANGED.



It was the Christmas party. Normally we went out for a meal as a group but this time we had decorated the staff room and everyone was fairly drunk. Katie was wearing a pretty, red, low cut, dress with a long split down the side. I had to admit she looked remarkable. She was chatting to this visiting professor. They seemed to be getting on well. I don’t know why, he seemed like an arrogant git. As far as I could tell there was nothing likeable about him. She turned around and came over to me.



“Hey,” she said in an affectionate tone



I returned her greeting.



“You ok?,” she enquired



“Yeah sure, although clearly not as well as you,” I responded in a tone with a bitterness that surprised me.



She pulled me outside.



“Do you wanna talk?,” she asked with genuine concern.



“No,” and then I said aggresively. “Why don’t you get back to Jerry?”



Katie’s brow dropped with anger. “What the fuck is your problem?! I can speak to who I like. Not as if there is anything happening here, is there?,” she snapped.



I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me.



“Get off me,” she hissed



I opened the door to the toilet her reluctance dissipating.I pushed her hard against the door of the toilet cubical. I kissed her hard as I ground my hard cock into her pelvis. She nodded. She knew what I wanted. She undid button after button on my shirt and kissed, nibbled, and bit my chest. She undid my belt as she bit my nipple. I groaned and smacked her ass, hard. I pulled down my trousers and grabbed her silky brown hair. Then I forced her soft, wet, gloss covered lips onto my cock.



As her tongue touched my cock I moaned, “Oh, fuck!”



I let out a primal groan as I started to fuck her mouth.I am usually this dominant, but after the last few months I just had to have her. I let go of her hair and she licked all the way down the side of my shaft and then moved down to my balls and then worked her way back up. I knew I couldn’t last long. She started to rub my balls and my perineum with one hand as she wanked me and licked the head. My legs were starting to shake violently now.



“I’m gonna come soon baby,” I groaned. When I realised she wasn’t going to stop I said, “Yes! Take my cum you naughty slut!”



I came hard, shot after shot in her mouth and down her throat. She stood up and we kissed passionately. I realised she hadn’t swallowed my cum. It didn’t matter. She pushed it into my mouth and we began my introduction to snowballing.



Katie broke off the kiss and said, “Seems like I’m not the only one who likes the taste.”



She fixed her makeup and we went back the party.



When we arrived back in the room the music had started playing, and most of the others were dancing. We slow danced for a bit. We didn’t kiss or get too intimate but the sexual tension was almost unbearable. I cannot believe we didn’t do this earlier, she is a beautiful girl. Who cares if she has a penis? After all how can something be so scary when Ive got one myself?



The party had thinned out a little and we decided to sit down. Katie sat on my lap but I didn’t freak out. The others didn’t bat an eyelid: they knew we were close. Occasionally she would grind her ass against my cock as she adjusted her position. It probably looked innocent enough but it drove me wild. The others said they were going home, with the exception of one woman passed out on the floor. I said we would lock up and stuff so they left. Then Katie rolled off me and sat a few seats down in a big armchair. I was pretty confused.



“Come here honey, it’s more comfy,” she said seductively.



There was a serious look in her eye. She’d never called me honey before either. She patted her lap so I sat on it facing her.



She whispered “So do you think you can cope with having a tranny as your girlfriend?”



She put emphasis on the word “tranny”. She only seems to say it when she being suggestive, otherwise she’ll say transgendered. I knew what she was asking me. I was breathless, her mouth was almost on me. We kissed briefly on the lips. It’s now or never. I took in a breath.



“Yes,” I mouthed silently.



She started grinding me this time. I had never seen her dick. I had noticed a bulge in her trousers before, but when she grabbed my hips and rubbed it against my butt I knew what awaited me. I lifted her dress to find the most beautiful black and grey embroided silk underwear.



She confesssed, “I wore them just incase.”



I pulled the straps down her arms and then the bra, freeing the most beautiful breasts. Firm, but fantastically soft, with small areolas and large bullet like nipples. Her stomach turned out to be surprisingly firm but still feminine. She tore my shirt open and ran her fingers down my bare chest.



With a firm tone she said, “Strip.”



I got off the chair and began to take off my clothes as she starred at me. From here I could see the outline of her girlcock in the french knickers. It was huge! I am just over 6″ long but she must be about 8″. She looked so feminine, and so powerful.



“Sit,” she commanded.



As I sat back down facing her I felt her silk covered cock against my naked body. I felt it brush down my crack, over my hole, as she gently dry humped me. Then she thrust my hips back so my cock was touching hers. Down came the panties, and then we were skin to skin! She started to stroke us together and I truely realised how big it was. I knew it was long but to wank our cocks together she needed two hands! She was so thick, I tried to massage her breasts but my hands were shaking.



She asked, “Are you scared, baby?”



“Yes,” I confessed.



“I promise I’ll go slow, you’ll love this,” she told me.



She kissed me softly, slowly and deeply. Then I felt something cold and wet against my ass. It was lube. Then slowly she put a finger inside me.



“I knew you would be mine eventually,” she said.She grinned at me.



If I felt powerless before it is nothing compared to now. All this time I thought I had the power in this relationship. Not anymore.I felt another finger push into me.



“Lube my clit for me darling”, she moaned.



I grabbed the jelly and started to stroke her massive shaft. She pushed a third finger into my ass. Oh god! After a couple of minutes she guided my hips to her dick.



I begged her, “Please, not yet.”



“Shh,” she said and she put two fingers in my mouth to shut me up as she pushed the head up against my hole. I thought there was no way it would fit, but after a few gentle thrusts the head went in. It felt good but there was so much left to go. I started to stroke my cock but she took her fingers out of my mouth and slapped my face.



“No! Don’t use that,” she told me. “You don’t need it.”



I realised she had got deeper inside of me and was losing patience. She started to push harder.



I told her, “Katie, it hurts!”



She didn’t care, she was lost in ecstacy. She groaned loudly as she fucked me. How much more can there be? Just as I knew I could not take anymore I felt her balls touch against my ass. She looked me in the eye and we french kissed like pornstars, She thrust up into me hard and I matched her thrusts. This wasn’t making love, this was her using my asshole as hard as she can. She was fucking me like I was some worthless whore.



I started to suck her breasts so she wouldn’t see me wanking my cock but she saw straight through it. She forced my hands behind my back and reached in her bag. She had handcuffs. What the fuck?! She put them on me and shoved her musky panties in my mouth. I didn’t care anymore, I just wanted to be fucked.



She rolled us over so that I was on the chair, on my back, then she put my feet on her shoulders. Oh god, I could feel my orgasm building.



“Katie, I’m gonna cum, make me cum, make me cum!”



She grabbed my neck and started to choke me as she slammed her hips harder and harder into my ass.



She whispered in my ear, “I’m gonna cum in your tight sluty hole.”



That did it. Our cocks came together and I sprayed both our bodies, with some even landing on my mouth as she bust her load in my ass.



We kissed.



“Sorry I get carried away when I top,” said Katie while lighting a cigarette.



“I can get used to it,” I said.



“I love you Andy.”



“I love you too Katie”



Then both of us noticed the passed out girl. She was still asleep but now had her skirt pulled up, panties down and her hand between our crotch. We just laughed at it, and then we kissed.

So here I was, laying in my bed, under the sheets and in probably the worst pain I had felt since I broke my right arm, playing hockey in the 8th grade. Sun light shone through my window, birds chirping outside. It was a beautiful warm summer day, and I wasn’t planning on getting out of bed at all any time soon.



I had even called in sick at my work… hell, there was no way I was going in like this… how would I explain it to my co-workers?



“Oh, I’m walking funny because I just got fucked in the ass by the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” Yeah… that would go over well.



Screw it, I thought. I never missed time at work. They wouldn’t get too bent out of shape if I called in sick ONE day in my whole career. Not that I cared at this point anyway. Out in my living room, I could hear Lisa talking on the phone, she had come over to help take care of me, you might say. As I began to explain what had happened, the first thing she wanted was details.



Of course, I told her everything, despite the pain I was in at the moment. It wasn’t that I had not enjoyed my experience with Kendra. Actually, it was fucking hot as hell.



It’s just… well, the morning after, and the morning after that, which was today, had not been so enjoyable for me.



Allow me to back track a little here, so you can better understand…



… I had just walked into Kendra’s house. There was a nice sized living room, two couches on either side of the room and a recliner next to the one on the left hand side. She had a flat screen TV with a nice entertainment center, and a DVD player.



In the other corner of the room was a computer, and opposite to that, a set of stairs that led up to the bedroom, I assumed.



“Welcome to my humble home,” she said, smiling at me. “Take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable Jay… whiskey?”



“Uh…sure,” I replied. She rushed off to the kitchen to grab the both of us a drink, and I kicked off my shoes as she had told me I could. I sat down on one of the couches, and leaned back into the comfortable cushions.



Kendra returned a few moments later with two whiskey glasses, one for herself and obviously one for me. I took the drink from her and smiled.



“Thanks Kendra… I appreciate it.”



“I should be thanking you honey,” she said, sitting down next to me, “You’re the one who tried to help with my car, and gave me a ride home. If it weren’t for you, I would still be stuck out there in the heat, sweating my big balls off, now wouldn’t I?”



“Yeah,” I laughed, nervously, “So… um… you have a nice house.” I took a sip of my drink, squinting my eyes as it burned my throat, the burn took away some of the nerves that were plaguing me.



“Thank you Jay, I’m glad you agreed to come in with me babe. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.”



There was a look in her eyes now that made my heart speed up. She moved her hand to my left leg and started rubbing my leg, and moved closer towards me.



“Jay… we should talk before we proceed.”



Talk… what the hell did she want to talk about? The girl had spent forever trying to get me alone, to get in my pants and now she wanted to talk?



“Um… okay. What’s up?” I tentatively asked.



“Well,” she said, leaning back some with a smile, “It’s about… you and me. And what’s about to happen between the two of us. I’m sure you may have heard by now… I’m not exactly small down there,” she said, motioning down towards her lower region.



I got the hint of course… I’d heard by now. I had heard all kinds of things so far. I was wondering which of those many rumors I had heard was actually true though.



“Yeah, I’ve heard you’re pretty fucking big, just don’t know how big. I mean, I’ve heard… a few different estimates.”



“Really now… like?”



“Someone said… around nine inches.”



“Hm… close,” she said, smirking, “Try going up one more.”



It took a moment to register, and then I felt my throat tightening as I realized. If she was one above nine, that meant she was ten inches.



“T-Ten… ten inches,” I stuttered, and Kendra laughed.



“That is correct baby, have you ever had anyone as big as me?”



“N-No,” I said, figuring honesty was probably key to my survival here. I wasn’t going to run, I did want this to happen. But I had a feeling, it was going to be anything but easy to really get into it at first.



“Well, that’s okay, I’ll be gentle… at first,” she winked.



She scooted closer, and the look in her eyes was one of confidence and was very sexy.



“Do me a favor baby,” she said, “Why don’t you take off them clothes of yours, and let’s get things movin’ along.”



Taking a deep breath, I took a swig of my whiskey and set the glass down on the coffee table. I stood up, pushing away from the couch and on shaking knee’s I turned to look down at her on the couch. I started by removing my shirt, and then undid my zipper and belt, dropping my pants. Now, I stood before Kendra, in only a pair of blue boxers.



“Take the boxers off too.”



Well… not anymore, I guess. I slowly slid them down my legs, lifting my feet out of them and tossing them aside, before looking back at Kendra. She smiled and leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm.



“You are so… fucking… sexy baby. Now… turn around, and let me see that white ass of yours, okay?”



I slowly turned, my stomach in knots and yet strangely, my cock was semi-erect. Once I had turned all the way around, my ass facing Kendra, I stood perfectly still, and heard her shifting on the sofa.



“Bend over for me baby,”



I bent over, slowly… my ass pointing straight out towards her and heard her sigh heavily… not a sigh of annoyance or anything. It was the heavy sigh of lust. She stood up behind me, and slapped my ass hard, causing me to jump in surprise.



“Oh, you are so hot,” she repeated. She started rubbing my ass now, and knelt down some behind me, spreading my cheeks.



“Look at that hole… I can’t wait to get inside of you. I can’t wait to hear you screaming my fucking name.”



She slapped my ass again, and the sound echoed through the living room. She straightened herself up some and turned me around to face her. I looked into her eyes, wondering what she was going to do next.



Kendra pulled me close to her and our lips connected, and we kissed. It was intense, very intense and I felt her tongue brush against my lips, parting them so she could slide it into my mouth. While deep French kissing, Kendra ran her hands up my ass, then up my back and to my shoulders before pushing me away from her and I landed on the couch, stunned by the force she had used.



I thought for a moment something was wrong and that I had done something to anger her. That apparently, was not the case though; it couldn’t have been. Because the next thing I knew, Kendra started to undress in front of me. She removed her tank top to reveal that she had not been wearing a bra the whole time, and her huge, beautiful breasts popped free. She had a very well toned body, a bit of six-pack abs actually, and her arms were also quite big.



I had known that however, but without a shirt and now completely nude, they looked more toned than before.



She slowly ran her hands up her stomach to her breasts, cupping each of them, and rubbing her nipples. “Take off my pants,” she ordered.



I slid to the edge of the couch and reached forward, hooking my thumbs under the edges of her pants. She was wearing sweat shorts actually, and so I slid them down slowly along her smooth legs. She kicked them off, and I was now staring at a huge bulge in her black panties.



“Are you ready Jay,” she asked, “To meet my friend?”



I gave no reply. She continued to smile at me, as she hooked her thumbs under the edges of her panties and slid those down her legs as well. When she straightened herself up, she parted her legs and out sprang her massive, fully erect cock. My eyes were wide with a mix of shock, lust and panic. She was huge… just as big, I assumed, as she had told me she was.



“Do you like what you see baby, it’s been waiting for this day just as long as I have. Now it’s finally here… go ahead and touch it Jay.”



Fighting back my nerves, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base of her ten-inch cock and with a firm grip, I began stroking. Up and down her shaft, my hand glided, and Kendra sighed, her eyes closed as she continued to massage her breasts.



“You’ve got a good grip, Jay. Now… why don’t you try sucking it?”



“I don’t know if I…”



“Don’t question yourself Jay, just do it. We’ll go slowly.”



I took a deep breath, exhaled, and decided to go ahead and proceed. My mouth was watering. Just a few months ago, I would have really refused to believe anyone who told me I would be so eager to suck a cock. This obviously was not my first time, but admittedly, I had been lusting for her for as long as she had been for me. I slowly licked the head, tasting, and teasing. I licked it, flicking it with my tongue, as though it were taffy.



Then, I began running my tongue up and down the length of her shaft, going as far down as her balls. I teased her large balls, they hung quite low. I took them each in my mouth, one at a time, sucking on them both and earning a low moan from Kendra.



“Mm, good boy,” she said softly, “I’m impressed so far, those girls taught you well. But quit the teasing, and take it like a man.”



Kendra grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved her cock right down my throat. I jumped, her dick pressing my gag reflex, and choked. She started moving my head up and down, pretty much skull fucking me.



I choked, gagged, slurped and gagged some more. Slowly but surely, my gag reflex adjusted and it became easier to take her entire length. I had done this before with Lisa and Holly in the woods… a throat massage. I could do it, it just took a moment or two to adjust to her added size.



Before long though, I was sucking her huge cock in exactly the fashion she seemed to desire of me. Once again, she forced herself as far down my throat as she could go and held herself there for a few seconds. She let up, when she sensed that I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I gasped for air, spit running down my chin.



“Not bad,” she sighed, “Now lick them balls again.”



Back to her balls I went, licking, teasing, sucking, while I took hold of her cock and started stroking her. Her dick wet with my saliva, it glistened in the light that came through the living room blinds.



“You’re doing so good Jay, do you like my big fat cock?”



“Yes,” I answered.



“Yes? Yes… what?”



I looked at her confused, and was shocked when she gave me a light slap across the face… it wasn’t hard, just enough to take me by surprise.



“Yes, Mistress,” she corrected me, using a firm, authoritative voice.



“Y-Yes Mistress, I love your cock,” I corrected myself.



“Good! From now on, you will refer to me only by Mistress Kendra. Is that understood slave?”



“Yes Mistress Kendra.”



“Good boy,” she smiled. “Now, stand up for me.”



I obeyed, releasing her cock and pushing myself up off of the couch. Kendra moved behind me, her hands trailing up my sides, sending chills all over my body. Standing behind me, she started rubbing my arms and my shoulders, and started kissing, sucking and biting my neck. I moaned, and she gave my ass a firm squeeze, followed by a slap.



She sat on the couch and ordered me to my knees in front of her. I quickly obeyed, my own dick hard as a rock now from the kissing and licking of my neck moments before. She lifted her leg, her right foot directly in front of me now and smiled.



“Kiss my feet.”



“Yes Mistress.”



This was different. I’d never been with anyone with a foot fetish, but I figured what the hell. I started kissing the soles of her foot, licking her toes and kissing her ankles. She seemed satisfied, and so I continued.



“That’s enough,” she said, pulling her foot away.



I looked up and saw that her cock was standing at full attention, the head of her shaft swollen and purple with pre-cum dripping from the tip. She stood once again and moved behind me again, shoving me face first into the sofa and climbing onto the couch with me. With Kendra on her knees on the cushions behind me, I was leaning over the back of the couch, staring down at the floor behind it.



She resumed kissing and licking my neck, while probing my ass with her massive tool. She moved down some, kissing down my back to my ass and spread my cheeks, burying her face between them. I moaned as her tongue darted up and down the crack, lubing me up and slowly inserting her index finger at the same time.



“Does that feel good, slave?”



“Oooh…yes Mistress.”



She continued for just a few seconds, then smacked my ass and flipped me over onto my back. She hovered above me, and I heard her laughing.



“Eat my ass, boy.”



She shoved her ass in my face, and instinct kicking in, my tongue went to work licking at her hole. I moved back and forth between her hole and her balls before she slid down some, and shoved her cock into my mouth. Leaning over me, she began thrusting in and out of my mouth, her hands planted firmly on the arm of the couch above my head.



She backed off, finally, just slightly, only to move her balls over my mouth now.



“Suck my balls.”



Again, I obliged, sucking on her balls. I could feel my dick pulsating, dripping pre-cum and Kendra reached back and took hold of it, stroking it slowly. I moaned with her balls still in my mouth, and she let go of my dick.



“That’s good, that’s a good boy, Jay. Oh god, I’m loving this hun, are you?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



She laughed, and kissed me on the lips, tasting herself in the process.



“Let’s drop the ‘mistress’ role now okay? We’ll come back to that a little later, you can call me Kendra again for the time being.”



“Right,” I said, a little out of breath.



“Are you ready for the main Course now, Jay?”



“I think so, I’m really horny. I’m ready.”



I was, I wanted it more than anything at this point. I just wanted her to get to the point, just bend me over and fuck me. She must have read those thoughts straight from my mind, because once again, she flipped me over onto my stomach and again, I could feel her cock moving up and down along my ass crack.



She poked the hole, and held her position for a moment, not pushing any further.



“You ready?”



“Uh-huh,”



With that said, she pushed forward, and I moaned as the head popped into me. Just the head alone wasn’t so bad… remember, this wasn’t my first time getting fucked. But once she started pushing herself the rest of the way into me, I started to feel a sort of pressure, or a feeling of fullness. She got around eight inches into me, what I was pretty much used to, then stopped and waited. I was running out of breath, even though I’d been with a few people that were significantly big.



Kendra had only about eight inches inside me so far. But she was also rather thick, which made it a bit difficult for me to adjust, even if she hadn’t pushed all the way in yet.



Slowly, she pulled back a few inches, and then pushed into me again. I bit my lip as she went a little deeper this time. Then pulled back once more before again pushing into me, even deeper this time. She almost had her entire length inside of me and I was starting to feel the strain, I was being stretched wide open.



My eyes were starting to water and my breath was getting heavier as she withdrew once more and took a heavy breath, before plunging back into me, this time all the way.



All ten inches were now buried, balls deep inside of me. I gasped, bit my lip so hard that I swore I drew blood, and gripped the arms of the couch tightly.



“Holy fucking… shit,” I whispered.



“You alright down there hun?”



“I… don’t… know.”



She withdrew halfway, and then thrust back into me, causing me to jump.



“Agh, fuck! G-Go slower, please.”



“Okay babe,” she whispered in my ear.



She withdrew yet again, this time slower, and pushed back in, slower. Moving gently now, I noticed it wasn’t so bad, as long as she kept at my pace for the time being. She must have realized that, because she continued moving at a slower pace, pulling out and thrusting back into me, breathing hot air into my ear.



My senses were starting to clear up from the pain now, and I could feel a tiny glimmer of something good starting to creep in finally. My body was reacting, I was sweating, breathing heavier, and pushing my ass up against her. She straightened herself up, took hold of my hips, and started moving just a little bit faster. Not too much for me to handle, but a higher pace than she had been a few moments before.



This was not what I had expected, admittedly. I didn’t think Kendra was going to be so gentle with me. It didn’t really seem much like her style, I thought she would slam right into me and pound the hell out of me with no mercy. She was acting quite a bit differently than the Kendra I was used to.



As the pace continued to increase, my breathing got heavier, and my cock was flaccid, yet leaking pre-cum all over my hand, which had moved underneath of me to take hold of myself.



“Oh shit,” I moaned.



“Let me know… when your… ready,” she said, between breaths.



“Ready for… what?”



“For me… to really fuck you,”



I had reached a level of feeling good now, where I felt like there was no more need to hold back, and why bother? At this point, it would be hurting me later whether she continued to fuck me gently, or she pounded the hell out of me. Might as well enjoy it at its full ability, before the soreness kicks in later, I figured, right? Right, I thought.



“I’m ready,” I said. “Fuck me!”



She wasted no time, withdrawing almost all the way to just the head, and them slamming right back into me. I yelped, my body slumping forward, and she proceeded to start pounding me like crazy. She was slamming in and out of me with great speed, our sweat covered bodies slapping together. I could hear her thighs smacking against me, her balls slapping against me with every thrust she delivered.



My ass started to go into a spasm, similar to the one I had felt when I hooked up with Annie last time, this one however, was a bit more intense. It continued to grow, too. I started moaning louder, and that seemed to urge her to get really aggressive. She pulled my hair, yanking my head back and holding onto me while she fucked me.



“You’re my little bitch,” she said, “Your mine… my fucking slut!”



“Harder,” I begged, my voice turning raspy. She gave me what I wanted, and I felt a familiar feeling… one I had been hoping to reach.



I felt that same feeling I had felt with Annie, the exact same one. My body started trembling, shaking, my asshole started clenching around her cock, squeezing her tightly.



“Oooh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I shouted. She quickly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, lifted my legs and thrust right back into me.



I assumed she had done this so that I could reach my orgasm without getting cum all over her sofa. She resumed pounding me, still hitting that spot, my body still shaking violently. Finally, it struck me full force.



“AHHH, FUCK!”



My cock pulsating, I shot a mega load, pretty high too, and it landed all over my stomach, chest and some even reached as far as my own lips. Kendra laughed at the sight beneath her, and continued fucking me. Even as I stopped cumming, my orgasm continued rolling through me, shaking me like an earthquake.



I was quite happy to have achieved such an orgasm, once again. Kendra continued fucking me, missionary now, and I could tell she was starting to get close as well. I felt her starting to swell up inside of me and her moaning became louder and more vocal.



“Here it comes Jay, here it comes baby! I’m going to cum inside of you. I’m going to fill you with my cum, fill you up with every drop.”

I still couldn’t quite believe how much I had enjoyed taking my first real cock. I was even more excited about one day taking a bigger cock, although Cashlie was my main focus for now. We didn’t really speak until she text me on Wednesday to ask if I wanted to go out with her and a couple of friends on Saturday evening, I naturally said yes. We arranged that I would meet Cashlie at her place at 8 and then go out from there.



When I got home it hit me that I would be going out in public with Cashlie for the first time, I felt as though I should be nervous about being seen in public with a transsexual but considering it was Cashlie I was not worried at all. The fact that I didn’t know where we would be going out, or who we would be meeting had me excited for the rest of the week; my life had completely changed in the past couple of weeks and I was loving it!



I met Cashlie outside the station again, and as I got into her car we shared a passionate kiss. She was wearing a tight fitting pink t-shirt and slim jeans; but even in casual clothes she just oozed sexuality.



“I think you’re going to have fun tonight.” she said, sultry as ever.



“So do I.” I replied.



“Ok, so the plan is we go back to mine for a little bit, and then head out to the club where we’re meeting my friends.” she told me.



“Sounds good.” I said



We walked to the lift hand in hand, just as we did the first time, but we managed to control ourselves before getting into her apartment.



When we walked through the door she grabbed hold of my cock and shoved me up against the door.



“You want me to fuck your ass again don’t you?” she whispered into my ear while holding me against the door by my hardening cock.



“Yes.” I moaned.



“I’m going to breed you this time, you’re going to love it. But to show you how much of a sissy you are I’m not going to let you come before we go out. Only I’m allowed to come baby.” she said.



“Yes. Please. Just fuck me.” I moaned, now fully hard. I had no idea how I would be able to keep myself from cumming.



She led me into her bedroom, and pushed me to my knees in front of her bed as she sat down on the edge. She slowly pulled her jeans down and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face right on to her red lace panty covered cock. I licked her cock through the panties and it slowly started getting hard as she moaned in pleasure. I could just about taste her precum through the panties, trying to get as much of it as I could. When she was fully hard she pulled her cock out of her panties and pushed my head down on it as I took her 4″ cock all the way in my mouth.



“You love my cock don’t you? Go on suck it you little bitch, you love the taste of my girly cock in your mouth.” she growled.



“Mmm” was all I could muster, but it seemed to urge her on as she began pushing with her hips into my face. She began to get a good rhythm going and I started dribbling all over her cock, I could hear her breathing more heavily as she carried on. She eventually pulled my head off her rock solid, sloppy cock.



“Baby that was amazing, but your mouth isn’t getting my cum now.” she said.



She got up, pulled her jeans and panties off completely and removed her top. She then pulled me up and we shared another deep kiss, before she bent me over the bed and roughly pulled my jeans and underwear down.



“Are you ready for me baby?” she asked.



“God yes!” was my reply.



With just my spit on her cock, she forced it into my tight hole.



“Oohh!” I groaned.



She began to fuck me hard straight away, pounding my ass as fast as she could.



“Oh baby, your hole is so tight, you’re going to love my friends!”



My mind was too focused on the bareback fucking I was getting to think about what she said. She pulled me up and held her chest against my back as she fucked me standing up. She started kissing me on the neck and rubbing her hands under my t-shirt; my cock got rock hard in an instant. Her moaning got louder as she continued to give my ass a pounding.



“I’m going to cum in your bitch ass, and I want you to bend over the bed so none of it leaks out, and don’t move until I tell you. Understand?” she said in my ear.



“Yes!” I groaned.



“Good boy.” she replied.



She bent me back over the bed and began fucking me harder, grabbing my hips to get even more leverage. I had begun to love the feel of her cock in my ass, and didn’t want her to ever stop. My cock still hard I was having to really concentrate on not blowing my load.



“Here it comes baby!” she almost screamed.



I could feel her cock pulsating in my ass as she thrust as far as she could and held it there. Then I felt the first squirt and I couldn’t control myself any longer, my cum exploding out of my cock. I could feel even more of her cum in my ass, she didn’t stop cumming for what seemed like minutes, and I went along with her all the way. My ass felt full of her cum and her cock, just slid out.



“You’ve been a very naughty boy! I don’t have time to punish you now but you are going to be in trouble later. Don’t say anything and don’t move until I tell you.” she said assertively.



She proceeded to wipe her cum covered cock on my ass cheeks and I could hear her go over to her wardrobe behind me. I could hear her moving around and trying on clothes for around twenty minutes, before she came up behind me, lent over me and whispered.



“Time to go have some fun, slut.”



I pulled up my underwear and trousers, with her cum still in my ass and we shared a small kiss before heading for the door. She was wearing a short, tight fitting black dress and she looked stunning, I don’t think any straight man would have been able to turn her down. I looked at the clock on the way out and it was already 9.30.



“There’s a cab waiting for us downstairs, we’re going to meet Mike and Kay at the club.” she told me.



We got in the cab; I could feel Cashlie’s cum dribbling out of my ass as we drove, soaking my boxers. Around twenty minutes later we pulled up at the club. It was a big commercial club in town and it was a busy Saturday night so there was already plenty of people in the queue. Cashlie had booked us down on the guest list so we went almost straight in. We walked in through the main doors hand in hand, and she pulled me towards the already busy bar.



“There they are!” she said, pointing at a couple standing at the end of the bar.



Mike was a handsome man in his early 40s, 6’2″, and broad shouldered, wearing a shirt and jeans. Kay was absolutely stunning, 5’4″ with long blonde hair, perky breasts and a gorgeous ass. She was wearing a very tight, short dress, fully accentuating her features.



“Hey guys, Kay you look gorgeous babe.” said Cashlie as she went to give them both a hug and a kiss.



“So do you! This must be your new toy.” Kay replied, as she turned her attention to me.



“Hey, nice to meet you.” I said.



She came over and threw her arms around me in a tight hug, I could feel my cock stirring as I returned the hug



“Hi, we’re going to have some fun tonight.” Mike said to me with a knowing grin.



We ordered some drinks and Cashlie straight away pulled me over to the dance floor. The music in the club was generic Saturday night club music, but it was something to dance to. Cashlie put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up close to me as we carried on dancing. I could see quite a few guys giving envious looks at us and I could feel my cock once again getting hard pressed up against her.



“I don’t need to ask if you’re having a good time, do I?” she asked.



“No, I suppose not.” I replied with a cheeky grin on my face.



Cashlie began to get more into her dancing, and once she finished her drink she began grinding her ass against me, I felt my cock beginning to strain in my jeans. I grabbed her round the waist to pull her close so she could feel the effect she was having on me. She leant back towards me and turned her head for a slow passionate kiss.



We danced for a while longer before I felt someone come up behind me, grabbing my ass and then putting their arms around me and holding me up against them.



“Your ass is going to be mine. Cashlie told me what you’re like, you slut” I heard Mike whisper in my ear.



I could feel his cock on my ass as he pushed up against me, and I couldn’t help feeling turned on. With Cashlie still dancing in front of me, I was struggling to maintain my composure. I began to move my ass on his cock without even thinking about it, and I heard him groan in response.



“Oh you like my cock do you?” he asked.



“Mmm, yes.” I replied.



I could feel it growing and getting harder, it felt massive. Kay came up to Cashlie and the two of them started to dance together.



“You like watching them dance don’t you. Well you wait until they’re both naked, you won’t be able to control yourself. Luckily I will be there to control you, and make sure you behave.” said Mike forcefully.



He moved one of his hands down the front of my body, eventually reaching my rock hard cock.



“I think we’re ready to go, don’t you?” asked Mike.



“Yes.” I moaned breathlessly.



Grabbing my hand Mike led me over to the girls.



“Hey girls, I think our little slut is struggling, so I think we should move on.” Mike told them.



The four of us went outside, back in our original pairs.



“You’re going to love his cock babe.” Cashlie whispered to me.



We got a cab, and headed back to Mike’s flat, around 10 minutes away.



We went straight up to Mike’s flat, which had a large open plan living area with three big sofas dotted around, and two bedrooms led off from it.



When we got in Mike put some dance music on, and Cashlie and Kay went over to the kitchen area to sort out some drinks. I sat down on the sofa, as Mike went to the bathroom. Cashlie came over and handed me a beer, then she and Kay started dancing in the middle of the room. They started off dancing alone but gradually got closer, before they were grinding against each other face to face to the music. I felt a familiar stirring in my boxers.



Mike came out of the bathroom and sat down next to me.



“They’re quite something aren’t they?” asked Mike as he moved his hand on to my leg.



“They really are.” I replied.



I felt my cock getting even harder as he started to move his hand along my leg towards my cock. As he started rubbing my cock through my jeans I felt myself leaning my body into him. Cashlie and Kay were now fully making out while dancing and Cashlie, and I was completely hard watching them.



“That’s a nice cock you have yourself there. Feel mine.” Mike said as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock.



It felt huge, and really thick, I wanted to see it badly. Mike eventually moved his hand under my boxers and started fondling my dick. I could feel the precum leaking out of the tip of my cock onto his hand. He then pulled his hand out and fed my precum to me.



“Take your clothes off.” Mike ordered.



I did as I was told and noticed that both Cashlie and Kay had taken their dresses off and were sitting on one of the other sofas in just their panties and bras. I sat back down completely naked, with my erection sitting on my stomach. Mike took my cock in his hand and started stroking it.



“This is my cock now slut, do you understand?” he asked.



“Yes.” I moaned.



“Good, now get on your knees.” He demanded.



He moved me down between his legs on my knees and slid his jeans off. I could see the outline of his huge cock in his boxers, and my hand moved involuntarily straight to it, and I began stroking it.



“That’s right, you want my big cock don’t you? You little bitch.” he said.



I leant in and kissed his cock through his boxers while still stroking it. I could see a little patch of precum on his boxers next to the tip of his cock, unable to help myself I started licking it, loving the taste. I heard him moan in response and began to lick up and down his full length. After a few minutes I wanted his cock too badly and pulled down his boxers. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen; it must have been ten inches and so thick I wasn’t entirely sure I’d fit it in my mouth.



Nevertheless I opened my mouth and took the head inside, lapping up the precum as I closed my mouth on him.



“That’s it, you little cock slut.” moaned Mike.



I started to move my mouth down his cock to see how much I could take, I managed to get about halfway before the size of it got too much for me and I pulled off.



“Don’t worry babe, we’ll get you there, just relax and take as much as you can.” he said.



I went down again, determined to take more of his length. I got three quarters of the way down, and I started to dribble all over his cock as I almost gagged, pulling off I started to sloppily circle his cock with my mouth getting his cock soaking wet. I loved the taste of his cock covered in my spit and continued to enjoy the feel of his thickness in my mouth. I pulled out every now and again to give his tip some attention with my tongue.



“Oh babe you are getting really good at sucking cock.” Mike moaned.



I carried on serving his cock, completely focused on the task at hand and loving every moment. With his cock fully covered in my spit I tried again to take his length. It had worked as I managed to carry on taking his cock in my throat until I felt the hair around his cock on my nose. I had to pull off almost straight away but I felt very pleased with myself.



“Mmmm, I’ve got other ideas for my cock now; I’m not sure how much more I could take of your mouth.” Mike said.



I got up and he took his top off, and pulled down his trousers. He had a toned body, with a little hair.



“Come sit on my lap slut.” he ordered.



I went over to him and knelt over him, my ass hovering over his huge erect cock. I put my arms around his neck and went in for a kiss, not knowing how he would take it. He responded with a firm passionate kiss, and put his arms around me. Slowly he moved one of his hands down to my ass, slipping one finger in my hole. I moaned into his mouth in pleasure, as he started to move his finger in and out of my ass.



He added another finger shortly after, once again getting my ass used to it with some gentle finger fucking, all the while maintaining our kiss. Eventually he had all four of his fingers in my ass and had begun to pick up his pace. Then he pulled out, my ass feeling empty, but ready for what I knew was coming next. Stopping our kiss I lowered my ass expectantly and felt the tip of his cock on my hole. He guided his cock into me and the pure pleasure was amazing, it felt so right to have his thick cock in my ass.



“Oh god.” I moaned.



“You like my cock, babe, well I’m not even halfway in yet.” he teased.



I continued to lower myself onto his cock, slowly taking more of his length into my ass, each inch feeling even better than the last. My ass felt so full, and just the feeling of his glorious cock in my ass got me rock hard. I eventually eased my way down to take his full length, and we shared a smile.



I slowly started to ride his cock, my ass got more comfortable with his size and I began to get lost in the sensation of riding him. My erect cock was bouncing off him every time I went down, and the more I picked up my pace the harder it was getting. I leant forward into Mike to keep myself steady.



“I think I might cum soon, you feel so good inside me” I whispered.



“Good baby, cum all over me. I’m going to cum in your ass when you do.” He returned.



I was beginning to ride him fast now and I was completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Nothing had ever made me feel as good as his cock in my ass.



“Oh God, I’m going to cum!” I screamed.



I exploded all over his chest, the most cum I had ever produced, and it kept going for what seemed an eternity. Mike gave me a massive grin as I fell into his cum soaked body from exhaustion. He began to pound my ass with real intent as he was nearing his own orgasm.



“Babe, are you ready for me to cum up your ass like a good slut.” he asked.



“Please! I want to feel you squirt in me!” I replied.



“Ohhhh” he moaned as I finally felt his huge cock begin to pulsate in my ass.



I felt the first load and it felt huge, he kept unloading huge shots of cum in my ass until after about his 8th or 9th shot I felt his body relax.



“Now you have some cleaning up to do. Yours first.” he said, as he motioned for me to lick my cum off his body.



I pulled off of his cock, leaving my ass with the emptiest feeling as it popped out. I knew then how much I needed a big cock in my ass. I knelt on the sofa and leaned over his body as I began to lick up my cum off of his toned body.



“Don’t swallow until I tell you.” he told me.



I couldn’t believe how much I had cum, I was struggling to keep it all in my mouth as I continued to lick it. Eventually I managed to clean up Mike’s body.



“Let me see that cum baby.” Mike demanded.



I showed him my mouth full of cum, being careful not to spill any.



“Swallow your own spunk you dirty boy.” he ordered.



I did as I was told and swallowed my cum in three gulps. As I did I began to feel Mike’s cum slowly dripping out of my ass.



“Good boy, now Cashlie, come over here and clean my cum out of your boy’s ass.” he said.



I had completely forgotten about the two girls, but after Mike said that I looked over to see them both sitting on one of the other sofas, naked, watching me and Mike.



“Well done baby, you took his cock so well” Cashlie said as she walked over. “Neither of us could help ourselves from cumming when you started riding him, it was so hot. Now lean forward babe.”



I leant over Mike as Cashlie began to lick at my asshole, teasing out all of Mike’s cum and swallowing it straight away. Kay came and sat down on Mike’s other side, slowly stroking her own small flaccid cock; kissing Mike as soon as she sat down.



“Mmm, I forgot how good you tasted Mike.” said Cashlie.



“I’ll have to let you have it straight from the source next time.” he replied.



Cashlie finally finished lapping up all of Mike’s cum from my ass and sat me down on the sofa, sitting in my lap and leaning back into my body. We kissed slowly and passionately, as Mike and Kay did the same, savouring the moment.

Nick pulled into his driveway, turning the car off and relaxing in the seat. Just looking up at his house, knowing his girlfriend was home and all too willing to give him what he needed made him smile and form a bulge in his jeans. A bulge that somehow stuck out among those caused by his firm, muscular legs and backside.



His torso was thick as well, making his white undershirt rather tight under his work clothes. Nick opened his door and got out, closing and locking his car. He approached the front door, smiling wide and trying the door. It was unlocked, that confirmed she was home. He walked in and announced his presence, and she responded from the living room.



Nick made his way there, finding her sitting in the recliner. Sofia was a little short, just under 5’5, which made her look tiny next to Nick’s 6′. She was fairly curvy however, with full breasts, wide hips, and a thick rear end. She smiled up at him, wearing simply a blue t-shirt and shorts. She glanced down at the bulge in his jeans, and knew right away what he wanted.



She stood and approached him, and he took her hand. The two made their way to the bedroom, Sofia closing the door behind them. Once inside, Nick began shedding his clothes. Revealing his thick, muscular body more with each item. At last he stood naked, with several inches of firm cock standing at attention.



Sofia went next, revealing her soft, slightly pudgy form as she went. When she was undressed, however, she was also sporting an erection. One larger than Nicks sprang up between her legs, and within moments Nick was on his knees before her.



Nick’s lips wrapped around her cock, lovingly kissing and sucking on it. She moaned above him and ran her fingers through his hair, as his tongue licked over every inch. Coating it with saliva, getting it ready for their fun. When she felt it was enough she gently grabbed his head and pulled him away, smirking down at him.



Nick nodded, and climbed onto the bed. Taking his position on hands and knees, looking back at Sofia. For a moment she stared into his eyes, enjoying that look of need. Seeing how badly he wanted it. Finally she climbed onto the bed behind him, and began to slowly mount him.



Nick lowered his head and groaned gently as inch after inch invaded his backside. His toes curled a little and his cock twitched. When she was at last inside him, her hands took their place on his hips. She pulled out a few inches, before thrusting back in.



Moans and groans filled the room as she slowly and lovingly worked Nick’s ass. Filling him to the hilt, and letting him feel her heavy balls press against his. Then she would pull out halfway, and occasionally hold there until he whimpered for more. All the while Nick’s cock throbbed beneath him, but he held it back.



Time seemed to slow down as she took him, stretching his ass and watching him love every moment. Her breathing began to get faster, and she slowly lost control over her thrusts. She began to buck in and out of him, making him grunt and grip the bedsheets tightly. He knew it wouldn’t be long now.



Finally she cried out above him, a long loud moan of ecstasy, and he felt her unload inside of him. Several thick ropes of hot cum shot inside. He shuddered, trying to keep himself back for her. She slumped on his back and smiled, reaching a hand down between his legs. She gave his cock one stroke, and she felt his balls tighten against hers as he came.



He moaned and began to relax, both of their cocks softening. She pulled out, giggling at the sight of her cum dribbling out of his ass. She leaned down and lovingly licked over his well-used hole. He gasped and moaned anew, feeling her tongue licking up that cum inside him. Soon, her lips pressed against his hole and her tongue invaded him.



His cock hardened again, throbbing and pulsing as she licked and slurped. He then felt her hand cupping his balls, lovingly rubbing them and signaling her permission. He shuddered and came again, toes curling tightly. Once the last of her seed was cleaned out she pulled away and gave his ass a gentle pat. He turned and smiled back at her, reaching a hand out to lovingly caress her flaccid cock.

Summary: Straight white, black stud, cheerleader, nerd & submission



Note 1: Although a rather unorthodox love story…this is a Valentine’s Day 2014 Contest Entry because I wanted to try something different and because I believe love can occur in so many ways.



Note 2: Choosing a category for this story was a struggle as the more I wrote the more the story took on a mind of its own. It was suppose to be a typical interracial gay story where a straight white protagonist submits to black cock, yet as the story evolved, the plot thickened and the themes took a mind of their own.



In the end, this is a love story…although the most bizarre love story of all time. The story includes gay interracial sex, public humiliation, lesbian sex, threesomes, pegging, and romance.



I hope you enjoy but please note that this is one of my more unorthodox stories even though it has all my usual kinks.



Themes: I originally was going to put this in gay, and then considered a variety of options:



-interracial because of interracial sex



-fetish because of the wide range of kink in this story



-transsexual and cross dressing because there is cross dressing



-romance because at the heart of the story when it is all said and done it is about love



-group sex because on more than one occasion there are three or more people involved



-novella because of its length



-but in the end I choose anal, as the story has quite a few anal scenes between just men, and men and women with anal sex as the underlying bond that ties the characters together.



Note 3: Thanks to mab7991, Wayne and goamz86 for editing this crazy tale.



The Craziest Love Story Ever



1. RIGHT PLACE, RIGHT TIME; WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME



The saying the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time is all about perception.



Right or wrong, being where I was, when I was, forever changed my life.



I was a senior, I had turned eighteen in January and it was the third day of varsity basketball tryouts. After an intense practice, I showered and headed home. It was an hour later that I realized, in my state of exhaustion; that I had left my iPad in my gym locker. I was going to just leave it there overnight, but it had my notes for my biology project that I needed to work on tonight.



I hopped in the car and drove back to school hoping there was still a door unlocked. I wasn’t surprised to see coach’s car in the parking lot as he lived and breathed basketball. I was surprised to see Derrick’s car still there though.



Derrick was a senior transfer student who had just moved here a couple weeks ago, just in time to play basketball. He was six foot two, naturally gifted and black as night. He was confident, arrogant and yet there was no doubt he could back his cockiness on the court. Although there was something off about him, he definitely was a strong addition to our already very good team.



The gym door was still unlocked thankfully and I headed to the locker room, figuring I would stop by coach’s office and chat with him briefly if he was available. As I got close to his door, I heard Derrick’s voice and stopped dead in my tracks.



“That’s it coach, you’re a natural cocksucker.”



I couldn’t believe what I just heard. It just didn’t seem possible. Coach was married to my guidance councillor, a women all us guys jerked off to. I didn’t move, just kept listening to the surreal sounds of someone, supposedly coach, slobbering on a cock.



A minute later, Derrick asked, “Do you like sucking my big black cock, cocksucker?”



Coach stammered a moment later, “I-I-I’m not g-g-gay.”



“I know that, you have one fox of a wife. Do you think she would like my black cock too?” Derrick asked.



“Please, don’t bring my wife into this?” Coach pleaded.



“I’m just saying if a so-called straight man like yourself can’t resist this delicious black meat, how could a hot slut like your wife ever resist it?” Derrick gloated.



I couldn’t believe what I was hearing or the reality that my cock was rock hard and dying to be let loose.



“Please, Derrick?” Coach pleaded the tone of his voice weak and desperate.



I couldn’t resist, I had to see it with my own eyes. I quietly moved to the door which was opened just a couple of inches, curious to see the unbelievable.



“Please what, cocksucker?” Derrick asked.



“W-w-we can’t keep doing this,” Coach replied.



Looking into the room, I couldn’t believe my eyes, even after everything I had heard. Coach was on his knees in front of his desk, completely dressed, while Derrick was standing in front of him, his huge cock pointing directly in coach’s face.



“You were the one begging to suck my cock yesterday,” Derrick said, before adding, “and again today.”



“I didn’t beg,” coach protested.



“Really?” Derrick asked his tone amused. “Tell you what coach. If you don’t want my cock in that pretty cocksucking mouth of yours, let me know; I have tons of others who are eager to swallow my load. But if I walk out this door, my cock is off limits to you forever.”



There was a long silence as coach seemed to be considering his options. Finally, coach asked, “Can we please keep this between just you and me? I could lose my job.”



“You sure weren’t thinking about that when you dropped to your knees and gobbled up my cock in the shower yesterday,” Derrick pointed out amused.



“I-I-I don’t know what happened to me, I just couldn’t resist it,” coach replied, obviously unsure himself why he did what he had done.



“It’s obvious coach. You’re a straight faggot,” Derrick said, the strangest oxymoron I had ever heard. He continued by explaining, as he shoved his long thick cock back into coach’s mouth, “You see, lots of white guys think they are straight but once they see a big juicy black cock something awakens in their brain and everything they thought they knew about themselves is changed in an instant. It was obvious in your eyes the moment you looked down and saw my cock.”



Coach was bobbing back and forth hungrily, apparently agreeing with the absurd assessment.



My hand, with a mind of its own, began rubbing my cock through my grey sweatpants.



Derrick ordered, pulling his big black cock shiny with coach’s’ saliva cock out, “Tell me what you are coach.”



“Please, don’t make me say it,” the coach pleaded still trying to avoid even more humiliation than he was already enduring.



“Cocksucker,” Derrick snapped, his tone suddenly firm, “Say it, now.”



“I’m a-a-a cocksucker,” Coach blurted out.



“To all cocks, or just black cocks?” Derrick questioned stroking his hard on.



“Just big juicy black cock,” Coach responded, his eyes never leaving the black python in front of his face.



“Beg for my cock, cocksucker,” Derrick ordered.



Coach didn’t hesitate this time, didn’t plead for help, instead answered, “Oh God Derrick, I need your big black cock in my mouth. Please let me suck you until you shoot your hot cum in my-my-my cock sucking mouth.”



Derrick shoved his cock back in coach’s mouth and began fucking it roughly. “You understand I plan to fuck that pretty mouth of yours anytime I have a load to shoot.”



Coach moaned loudly on Derrick’s cock, his free hand rubbing his own cock through his shorts.



The gay scene was turning me on unlike anything ever had before as I rubbed myself frantically unable to take my eyes off of coach getting his face fucked.



“And don’t think I only want that mouth of yours, a good cocksucker usually also has a super tight man cunt that is dying to be filled,” Derrick revealed.



I let out a gasp at both Derrick’s new declaration and the fact I had just began coming in my pants.



Derrick looked directly at the office door and seeing me asked, “Eric, are you enjoying the show?”



I stammered, “S-s-sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude”, as Derrick held coach’s head and continued fucking his mouth as if it was a natural thing to be caught doing.



“Get in here and close the door,” Derrick ordered.



“I-I-I need to go,” I stuttered, desperate to get out of this awkward predicament.



“Get in here now,” Derrick said, firmly. “I am almost done with coach here anyways.”



I obeyed, going in and closing the door.



“Here it comes coach,” Derrick announced a minute later, his cock gliding in and out of coach’s mouth like a well-oiled piston. He pulled out, wanting, it seemed, to put on a show for me and show his dominance over coach, by shooting his cum all over coach’s surprised beet red face.



Coach didn’t look my way, just kept his mouth open as cum covered his face. “I saved that whole load for you coach,” Derrick said, as he reached for a phone on coach’s desk.



“Please no,” coach again pleaded, not wanting photographic evidence of his cock sucking submission.



“Look at me, cocksucker,” Derrick ordered, his cock still fully erect.



Coach obeyed, still ignoring me, as Derrick snapped a few pictures.



Turning to me, Derrick took a picture of me and said, looking down at my cum stained sweatpants, “I see you enjoyed the show, Eric. What got you off, thinking of fucking coach’s mouth or replacing him and sucking my cock?”



I was ashamed at being caught with cum stained pants, but I didn’t have an answer to his question. I wasn’t gay, I didn’t want coach, my idol the past three years, to suck me and I had no interest at all of sucking Derrick’s cock. I answered, trying to sound manly and straight, “I just never saw sex live before.”



Derrick laughed, his tone implying he didn’t believe me, as he put his cock back in coach’s mouth. “Clean me off, coach.”



Coach slowly moved back and forth, his redder than the reddest apple cheeks showing his utter humiliation at being caught in the act.



“How long were you watching, Eric?” Derrick asked.



“J-j-just a few minutes,” I replied, desperately trying not to look at coach with a mouth full of cock, yet the gravitational pull downward was becoming impossible to resist.



“So you heard my straight faggot theory?” He asked, smiling wide.



“Kind of,” I replied.



“I imagine you were too busy jerking off and imagining it was you with a big black cock in your mouth to really listen and think straight,” Derrick responded, chuckling at his own pun.



Mortified by his statement, I protested, “What? God, no. It was just such utter racist nonsense I didn’t bother to listen.”



Derrick laughed hard. “We’ll see, I have heard many straight white boys and men say such things, trying to be a man, trying to convince themselves they are not eager white submissive cocksuckers. Yet they almost always, without exception, end up on their knees declaring their hunger to please me. Isn’t that right, coach?”



Derrick pulled his cock out of coach’s mouth and waited for a response.



Coach still couldn’t look at me as he whispered, so quietly I couldn’t hear his response.



“Speak up, cocksucker, we have a guest,” Derrick demanded.



“Yes, Derrick, your cock is impossible to resist,” Coach admitted.



“And you want it in your ass next time don’t you?” Derrick pushed.



“Please, not in front of one of my players,” Coach weakly pleaded.



“He already saw you suck cock, heard you declare yourself a cocksucker and is looking at you now with your face covered in cum, it’s a little late for dignity and decorum,” Derrick pointed out. “Do you want my cock again?”



“Yes,” coach whispered.



“Where?”



“My mouth.”



“And?”



“My ass,” Coach admitted, humiliated.



“Your virgin ass?” Derrick clarified.



“From a real cock, yes,” Coach answered.



“What does that mean?” Derrick asked, confused by the answer.



“Sally has fucked me in the ass before with her strap-on,” Coach admitted, humiliation piling up on humiliation.



“Mrs. Murphy pegged you, that is delicious,” Derrick said, amused. “You really are a faggot.”



For a moment there were no words. Coach still sat on his knees refusing to look up; I was watching it all wordlessly my eyes constantly betraying me as I took glimpses of Derrick’s cock; Derrick meanwhile was seemingly contemplating what next.



Finally, the silence was broken as Derrick turned towards me, his cock still hard and now pointing directly at me, said, “I need to get going soon. Beth is expecting some chocolate tonight. But I could always use another pair of white cock sucking lips to dump a load in. Do you want some, Eric?”



“What?” I asked distracted, looking into his eyes. “No, I am not gay.”



“They never think they are,” he laughed, as he pulled up his shorts, apparently going commando.



“When you change your mind, and you will change your mind,” Derrick confidently said, “Let me know.” He patted coach on the head, “See you tomorrow, cocksucker,” and left.



Suddenly it was only me and coach and it was even more awkward than when Derrick was there, at least then he was in control of the conversation and the awkwardness was about him.



Finally, after an eternity of silence, I said, “I’ve got to go,” and rushed out of the office forgetting completely about my iPad.



I got to my car and just sat there trying to make sense of everything I just witnessed. It made no sense. Coach was married; coach was a man’s man; coach was my idol. Everything in my life that made sense an hour ago was now upside down. Why did watching the homosexual act get me hard? Why did I masturbate? Why did I obey Derrick? Why didn’t I stand up for myself and coach? These and a million other questions bounced inside my head as I drove home.



Once home, I tried to do my homework but it was to no avail, my head was just too full of the shocking development to think about chemistry.



Suddenly exhausted, I got ready for bed and crashed rather quickly.



…..



That night I had the strangest dream. I was at the NBA draft, a common dream of mine, where I was drafted first overall by the New York Knicks. This too was a common dream of mine…what happened next was new though. As I stood up and started to shake hands with everyone around me every hand I shook was a big black cock. They came from every direction before I woke up in a sweat.



Shaking my head, I tossed and turned the rest of the night trying to understand what had just transpired.



2. PROVING MY STRAIGHTNESS



The next morning I wondered how I would be able to look Coach or Derrick in the eyes. My plan was to avoid both of them throughout the day, which wouldn’t be that hard as I didn’t have any classes with Derrick and coach only taught two classes. Unfortunately, there would be no avoiding them at try-outs.



I wasn’t at school ten minutes when I was paged by coach to meet him in his office. I cursed to myself wondering how I could look him in the eye knowing what I now knew. I made my way to his office and knocked on his door…flashbacks to last night flooding back to me.



As Coach yelled, “Come in,” I shook my head to get the visual out of my head and entered his office.



“Please close the door, Eric,” he requested, which I did.



“Take a seat, son,” he offered, like he always had during the hundreds of times I had been in this office talking basketball, NFL football and life. Coach wasn’t just my coach, nor was he just my idol, he was the father I never had, my own ditching mom and I when I was three.



I sat down and he began. “I am so sorry about what you witnessed last night.”



I interrupted, trying to comfort him, “Coach what you do on your own time is your business.”



He said, standing up, “Eric, I have never done anything with a student in my life before two days ago and trust me I have had opportunities.”



Coach was a good looking, well built man and I knew for a fact of plenty of girls who would quickly lift up their skirts for him.



I again said, “Coach, it is none of my business.”



Coach sat on his desk facing me and said, “I just want you to know how sorry I am. You should never have to see such a thing.”



“I was surprised,” I admitted, “but I have to ask what made you do it?”



He sighed. “That is the question I have asked myself on continuous loop since I first submitted to him two days ago.” After a pause, he continued, “It’s not like I haven’t seen a lot of cock before, playing ball all those years I saw many naked teammates and most were black. Yet, I never once thought of them that way, and trust me, I knew some were very, very gay and eager to turn me. But I was always a chicks only kind of man.” He paused again, unable to really understand himself what had changed just two days ago. Finally, trying to make sense of it while he talked, he continued his explanation, “One minute I was walking past the shower, a minute later I had a cock in my mouth, a student’s cock.”



“It just happened that quickly?” I asked.



“It really did. He turned around just as I was walking by, his cock already hard as he had been soaping it up and he said, all confident and smug, ‘Like what you see coach?’”



Coach continued, “At first I laughed, his cock all covered in sudsy soap, I thought he was just being his usually cocky self. But then he put his hand on his cock, stroking it hypnotically while he sauntered over to me and said, so soothing and confident, ‘Go ahead coach, I know you want to.’ My head was spinning with the whole ‘what-the-fuck-is-happening’ thought and before I had time to respond he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. I would like to say I fought it, protested or at least made a feeble attempt at resistance, but as soon as his cock was directly in my face my mind became mush and all I could think about was his big black cock. When he placed it at my lips, I robotically opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips and well the rest I guess is history.”



“Coach, it’s okay,” I said, although I wasn’t sure that was truly the case.



“I could be fired or charged if this gets out,” he pointed out.



“I’m not going to tell anyone, Coach,” I reassured, “although I don’t understand what happened, even after hearing what happened and seeing what happened, you are my coach, my mentor and nothing will ever change that.”



“Thanks, son,” he said, standing up and pulling me into a hug.



Strangely, as he hugged me I wondered briefly if he would suck my cock. Once the embrace was done, my cock beginning to grow again against my own wishes, I quickly said goodbye and headed to class.



The rest of the day went by like high school days do: a surprise quiz, a terrible science video, another new math equation we will never use and yet another collection of non-rhyming poems that we had to find metaphors and similes and not be allowed to just enjoy the poem.



At lunch, I hung with my best friends and my girlfriend Karen and it wasn’t until I saw Beth walking by that I remembered Derrick’s words of going to save a load for her later. Was Derrick fucking Beth? He didn’t seem to be much of a bluffer so I assumed it was true, yet Beth was in all advanced academic classes, already accepted to some elite music program on a all paid scholarship and not one to be seen at parties. It seemed so unlikely that Derrick and Beth would ever cross paths never mind get to know each other enough to end up fucking.



Beth was cute like Mandy Moore playing Jamie in ‘A Walk to Remember’ which was sort of why she dressed plain, always in long skirts and old fashioned blouses although she always wore pantyhose which I had noticed, it was/still is, my fetish. She often inadvertently seemed to tease me by sliding her stocking clad feet in and out of her flats all throughout class. Karen never wore nylons other than with her cheerleading uniform and thus Beth was often the one I fantasized about while under the sheets alone. The more I thought about it the more ludicrous it seemed that Derrick would be fucking her, yet it wasn’t any more ludicrous than the fact that he was using Coach as his personal cocksucker.

“Earth to Eric,” Karen said, squeezing my hand.



“What? Oh, so sorry, I’m kind of out of it today,” I said, which was definitely the truth.



“So it seems,” she said. “Are you coming over tonight after practice…my parents are gone for the night and I will be home alone.”



Karen was sexually insatiable, which is of course any high school boys’ dream, but it was hard to do much with her other than sex. She was rather vapid in regards to academics and thus always talked about superficial things like pop music or shoes. During the election last year she asked who that black guy was. My heart sank, but she was so hot, so good in bed, that it was usually easy to ignore. Did I plan to marry her? God, no! But she was a good time throughout high school.



I glimpsed back at Beth sitting with a couple other girls and imagined her on her knees sucking Derrick’s black cock. She is so pasty white and Derrick as black as night it would be a crazy contrast.



“Is that a yes?” Karen asked, her tone implying she was annoyed.



“What? Yes, of course,” I replied, suddenly turning on the charm. “Tonight you are all mine.”



Just as quickly as she was annoyed with me, she was smitten again as she kissed me and slyly squeezed my cock under the table. “I’m going to even wear something special tonight just for you.”



“I can’t wait,” I said, even as I took a sideways glance at Beth.



We finished lunch, and I returned to the monotony that is learning. Usually, I would be counting the seconds until I was on the court, yet today that was not the case. I knew I would eventually have to be face to face with Derrick and I really had no idea what to say.



Thankfully, the practice went like it usually did no hint of anything different. The coach ended the practice with a speech and saying the first cuts will be posted on the wall in fifteen minutes and a reminder of our after school pre-season game tomorrow night. Being a veteran I wasn’t worried about being cut, but I was curious which of the young players Coach thought could be key players in our journey to state. We lost in the semis last year and with six seniors this year we figured to be a threat to go all the way, especially with the addition of Derrick.



I went to the locker room and suddenly was paralyzed. I had showered after practice every day since my freshman year, yet now all I saw in my head was coach sucking cock. Yet, I knew I couldn’t look like yesterday fazed me to Derrick who implied I may be a cocksucker too. So I got undressed, grabbed my towel and headed to the shower. Of course, nothing happened in the shower and I was just leaving when Derrick walked in.



“How’s the water?” He asked me.



“A little cold,” I shrugged.



“I may need something to warm me up,” he quipped back, the innuendo only obvious to me.



Standing firm on my straightness I countered, “I hope you don’t freeze then.”



He laughed, as he finished, whispering in my ear, “It’s only a matter of time, cocksucker.”



Flushed and pissed off, I stormed out of there, got dressed and headed straight to Karen’s to prove my straightness to myself.



I texted her I was on my way and she texted back saying to just come in and come straight to her room. Wondering what her surprise was and desperate to get laid, I sped there and quickly made it to her room. She was under the covers.



“Get naked, stud,” she said.



I didn’t need to be told twice.



“Already rock hard, what have you been thinking about?” she teased.



“You on all fours begging to be fucked,” I answered, I loved fucking her from behind.



“I have something a little different planned for you tonight,” she smiled playfully.



I began moving towards her but she said, “Stop and Close your eyes,” she said.



I did as requested curious as hell.



I heard her move off the bed and walk towards me. “No peeking,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed.



“Lie on your back, but keep your eyes closed,” she ordered.



I again did, dying to know what she had in mind. As I mentioned earlier, she was pretty sexually aggressive. She gave me a hand job in a pretty packed movie theatre on our first date, finishing by sucking my cum off her hand; she rubbed my cock under the table with her foot the first time she met my parents for dinner; she sucked my cock while I drove her home including when we went through a drive through; she made me finger her in the library at school; she fucked me in the boys’ washroom after school one day. Anyways, the point is she was always full of surprises.



As I lay on the bed, I felt her join me and a moment later I felt her feet, her nylon covered feet, stroking my cock. I moaned as I opened my eyes to see she was completely naked except for a pair of black thigh highs.



She smiled, “You like?”



“Fuuuuck, yes,” I moaned, the stocking sensation feeling so good. I had jerked off with my hand in Mom’s stockings before, but this was way different…in a good way.



“I thought you would,” she said coyly, as she moved her feet up and down my stiff cock.



I joked after only a minute, “I am not going to last long like this.”



“Are you going to come all over my stocking feet?” She asked, continuing her sensual foot job, putting a bit more pressure on my rock hard rock.



I moaned in response.



“Do you want to come on my feet, baby?” She asked.



“God, yes,” I moaned, my balls beginning to boil.



“You’ve already come on my hands, face, tits, belly, pussy and ass I guess my feet seem like a natural next spot,” she teased, reminding me of all the different ways she had got me off.



I quipped, “Don’t forget down your throat and in that sweet pussy of yours.”



“I guess the only place left is in my ass,” she smiled, pumping her legs furiously, teasing me about the one thing we had not yet done.



“Shhhhhit,” I grunted, the naughty innuendo the final push needed to let my cock erupt as my cum shot in the air and then onto her feet.



“So you want to fuck my ass, do you?” She teased, once I finished coming.



“That is a dangerous question to answer,” I said, still out of breath.



She moved her cum covered toe to her mouth and licked my cum off it.



Karen was a cheerleader and a gymnast and ridiculously flexible, but this was a new moment of hotness.



“I love your flexibility,” I said.



“Go open my drawer,” she said, as she scooped some cum off the sheets.



I quickly did, curious what else she could have in store.



It was a butt plug and lube. I returned to the bed with a questioning look.



“Do you want to fuck my ass?” She asked again.



“Yes,” I admitted.



“Right here, right now?” She questioned, her hand moving to her cunt and rubbing her clit.



“Anything you want,” I said, my cock never shrinking after my first load.



“I was hoping you would say that,” she said, reaching for the butt plug and lube. I watched her lube it up as she explained, “I had this in my ass all day today, preparing myself for your big cock, baby.”



“Oh, God,” was all I could muster in response, imagining her at lunch sitting beside me or walking down the hallway with this four inch plug in her ass.



“But I want you to do something for me too,” she said.



“Anything,” I said, willing to do just about anything to get her ass.



“Bend over, baby,” she smiled.



“What?” I asked.



“Bend over, you said you would do anything,” she said, her hand giving my cock a tug.



“T-t-that’s for me?” I stammered, Derrick’s promise to Coach suddenly popping into my head.



“It is now,” she smiled. “Now bend over.”



“I-I-I don’t know,” I hesitantly said, suddenly worried that it would make me gay.



“Baby, if you want my ass, I want yours,” she said, her tone implying that this was the deal, take it or leave it.



I hesitated, but my cock was doing the thinking, and I ended up moving onto my knees. I felt warm liquid between my ass cheeks as she said, “I have been thinking about this all day, baby.”



“Plugging my ass?” I asked.



“Both of us taking each other’s ass,” she said. “I considered buying a strap-on, or borrowing one from one of the girls, but I figured that might freak you out.”



“Other girls,” I asked, focused more on that then what was about to happen to me.



“Honey, almost all the girls in my gymnastics’ club are either full out lesbians or at least bi,” she revealed, as I felt the plastic toy pressing between my ass cheeks.



This was news. She had never mentioned any interest in other girls before. I asked, “Have you played with them?”



She pushed the plug and I let out a small yelp as the butt plug slipped into my ass. “That is for me to know and you to find out. How does that feel baby?”



“Strange,” I answered, which was true. A slight burn occurred at first, but overall it felt natural.



“Fuck I wish I would have borrowed the strap-on,” she said, as she stared at me bent over.



“In not sure I’m ready for you to fuck me,” I said.



“Well, I’m ready for you to fuck me,” she countered as she stood up, tossed the lube to me, walked over to the wall and bent over. Looking back at me still on my knees, “What are you waiting for?”



I didn’t need to be told twice. I stood up, the plug in my ass shifting, but staying in me, I grabbed the lube and went to my bent over girlfriend. Reaching her, she said, “Lube that cock of yours generously and also my ass, baby.”



“Sure,” I agreed, quickly pouring excess lube on my cock. My hand coated, I moved between her ass cheeks and lubed her pretty butthole well.



“Fuck my ass, baby,” she said.



“As you command,” I replied, moving behind her.



“You understand I want to fuck your ass too one day soon,” she said, as my cock moved between her ass cheeks.



Not really listening, but focusing on the task at hand, I agreed, “Sure thing.”



“You will let me fuck your ass?” She repeated, as my cock poked at her rosebud.



Again my brain on auto-pilot, I agreed, “Yes, you can have my ass.”



“Goooo slow,” she moaned, as my mushroom top squeaked past her tight entrance. “Your cock is a lot longer and wider than that plug I wore all day…in class…at lunch…at cheerleading practice.”



The listing made my cock flinch and she giggled, “You like thinking of me with a plug in my ass don’t you?”



“It’s fucking hot,” I agreed, as I slowly pushed deeper into her ass. It was so tight I wasn’t sure I would be able to pull out.



“Does your cock in my ass feel hot?” She asked.



“My cock anywhere in you is hot, but this is so fucking tight,” I replied, the plug in my ass poking a bit deeper in me as I pushed forward.



“Fuck, it burns baby, I’m burning for you,” she moaned, even as her body trembled.



“Do you want me to go deeper?” I asked. “I’m only half way in.”



“Yes, baby, I want all of you in my ass,” she replied, sounding as if her teeth were clenched.



I continued the slow push forward, my head suddenly going to imagining Derrick’s cock slowly going into coach. “Fuck,” I said, annoyed.



“What, baby?” She asked.



“Nothing baby, your ass just feels so fucking good,” I said, which was true as I tried to get Derrick and coach out of my head.



Yet, as I pushed further I wondered if the thing about Beth was true, had he fucked her, taken her ass? My mind envisioned Beth dressed in her usual conservative school attire, in the boys’ locker room, bent over and getting fucked by Derrick’s cock.



Karen moaned. “Slowly fuck me now, baby. I want you to fuck my ass.”



Karen’s words brought me back to reality and I held onto her hips and began slowly pulling back out. It was so tight my whole cock tingled with pleasure.



“Back in, baby, slam it into me,” she begged.



I did, and as my body collided with hers, she screamed, “Fuuuuck, shiiiit.”



I grunted too, as the plug in my ass readjusted itself in me, “Ohhhhh God.”



“Now pound me, Eric, fuck my ass hard,” she demanded.



Imitating Derrick, I asked, completely out of character for myself, “You want all my cock, slut.”



As soon as I said it I was mortified, yet her response eased my concern that I had gone too far. “Yes, fuck your slut’s ass, fuck it hard and deep.”



I obliged as I began fucking her ass. Perspiration dripped off me, as I thrust deep into her again and again. Each hard thrust my body slammed into hers had the plug in my ass poking into me. The double sensation was very stimulating and my head again played tricks on me.



I imagined that instead of a plug, it was Derrick fucking my ass as I fucked Karen’s; in essence I was the middle piece of a sex sandwich both giving and getting thick meat. As soon as the thought popped into my head, I shook it out focusing on being a dominant man.



“Beg for my cock, bitch,” I demanded, again a derogatory word I would normally use.



“Oh yes, Eric, fuck my slut ass, make me your cum hungry bitch. You have come in my mouth and in my cunt baby; I want this load of yours to explode in my ass.”



“I can make that wish a reality, my little ass slut,” I grunted, continuing to fuck her ass harder than I ever had before.



“Oh shit, oh yes,” she moaned, “it feels so goooooood.”



“What does slut?” I questioned, getting turned on in this new dominant persona.



“Your cock in myyyyy ass,” she screamed, holding herself up with one hand as she moved her other to frantically rub herself.



“Only dirty ass sluts come from getting ass fucked,” I teased, even as I began to feel my balls boil.



“I guess I’m a dirty ass slut theeeeeen,” she moaned, before shifting to screaming, “because I’m about to come from getting ass-fuuuuuuucked.



I kept fucking her hard as her orgasm coursed through her.



“Oh yes, keep fucking your slut’s ass,” she demanded, as she babbled, “so good, best, ev-ev-ever, fuck, god, soooo, shit, can’t quiiiit comiiiing.”



Suddenly her legs gave out and she fell to the ground.



“Shiiiit,” she whimpered, as she fell onto her side.



I pulled her up onto her knees and shoved my cock in her mouth and fucked her face. She slobbered and gagged a couple of times as I roughly fucked her face, my own orgasm near eruption. I asked, pulling my cock out of her mouth, “Mouth or ass, slut.”



“Fill my ass,” she answered, getting on all fours.



I quickly got behind her and filled her ass with one deep hard forward thrust.



“Mother fucking Chriiiiiist,” she screamed, as I learned from this angle I could go even deeper into her ass.



“Beg for my cum, Karen,” I ordered, as I continued to drill her ass.



“Oh God, come, come, come, in my, my, my, asssss,” she struggled to beg, the mixture of pleasure and pain obvious.



Suddenly Beth bent over taking Derrick’s cock popped back into my head and my balls erupted and I shot my second load deep into Karen’s ass.



“Yeeeeeees,” Karen moaned, “Fill my ass with your cum.”



I continued pistoning in and out of her ass until every last drop of my cum was unloaded. Pulling out, I ordered, “Clean me off, slut.”



Her orgasm done, I worried she would not be so friendly to name-calling, but she quickly turned around, still on her knees and deep throated my cock.



As she did, she surprised me as she moved her hand and pushed the butt plug deeper into my ass, my whole body moved forward and my cock went so deep down her throat she gagged and fell backwards.



Laughing, she said, “Apparently you have an ass reflex.”



Laughing back, I pulled her up, “Looks like you have a gag reflex.”



“I never had complaints before,” she pouted.



“Nor will you again,” I said, kissing her hard.



We kissed for a couple of minutes before she said, “We should probably get dressed. The parents will be home in half an hour.”



I reached behind to pull out the plug but Karen said, “Keep it in baby. I want that ass nice and ready for me.”



“Are you serious?” I asked, the idea of a butt plug in my ass kind of gay.



“Deadly,” she said, spanking my ass. “You did me, I get to do you.”



“Is that so?” I asked, her brief submissive behaviour gone.



“Tit for tat or in this case ass for ass,” she shrugged.



“But it’s kind of gay,” I said, Derrick’s big cock again popping into my head.



“Only if you think of it that way,” she shrugged, keeping the thigh highs on under her sweats.



“How so?” I asked, getting dressed myself, the plug still in me.



“I am a girl and you are a guy, thus it can’t be gay,” she said, rather matter-of-factly.



Her logic made sense. It can’t be gay if I am having sex with a woman. “When you put it that way, I guess it isn’t gay.”



“Sucking a real cock is gay, sucking my cock will be fucking hot,” she said, a twinkle in her eye.



“Why do you want to fuck me?” I asked, the timing so strange after all I saw recently.



“I want to do everything with you,” she admitted, kissing me, her hand squeezing my cock.



“Tough to argue that logic,” I gave in.



“Good, tomorrow night I plan to take your cherry,” she said, talking in a deep voice, trying to act manly.



“Don’t you ever use that tone again,” I laughed, thinking it was strange to hear her talking of taking my cherry.



“Tomorrow after the game, your ass is mine,” she said, slapping my ass directly where the butt plug was.



“Fuuuuck,” I yelped, the plug going where it wasn’t supposed to go.



“And keep it in until you get ready for the game,” she ordered.



“Yes, Mistress,” I joked, as I followed her downstairs.



“Mistress, I like that,” she said.



…..



I hurt myself twice, forgetting the plug was in my ass when I got in my car and when I fell on my bed to go to sleep. Oddly, as I lay in bed, I wondered what it would be like to have the toy in my ass moving in and out. I moved my hand to my ass and moved the toy in and out of my ass. I can’t explain it but the feeling was indescribable. I wanted more. I wished it was longer so it would go deeper. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine Karen with a strap-on fucking me from behind. I pumped the small plug in and out of my ass while simultaneously stroking my suddenly rock hard cock.



Pumping my cock while I tried to fuck myself, I continued envisioning what Karen had planned for Saturday night for me. I imagined me on my knees, as she again in sexy thigh high stockings slowly fucked my ass. I fantasized her telling me how hot it was to see me with her cock in my ass and how she planned to fuck me all the time. I moaned in response as my own orgasm began to boil. I imagined her moving faster in my eager ass when suddenly there was a deep hard thrust and I screamed and heard Derrick’s voice, “That’s it my straight faggot. You love big black cock up your man cunt don’t you?”



I whimpered, “God yes, I love your cock in my man cunt,” just as my cock erupted spewing my cum all over my sheets.



Opening my eyes, I gasped at the words I said out loud; mortified my parents might have heard me. I quickly pulled the plug out of my ass, wiped it off with my socks, and went to my bathroom.



Looking in the mirror I was mortified at how Derrick kept getting pulled into my sex fantasies, even during sex with my girlfriend. I just had the most amazing sex of my life and yet images of Derrick popped into my head while I fucked Karen’s ass. I’m not gay, or bi, or curious, I said to myself. I need to focus on basketball and Karen. In the end, I thought even though my mind was playing tricks on me, the key was I stayed a man if these strange situations continued to arise, which they did the next morning.



3. THINGS GET EVEN MORE COMPLICATED



I had just got out of the shower, my usual early bird self, when I got a text from coach, which wasn’t unusual.



Eric,



Please come over to my office ASAP to discuss the game.



Knock three times.



I often met with coach before the game so this wasn’t new, but knocking three times was strange. I hoped it was just game talk, but a feeling in my gut told me Derrick was up to something.



I pondered whether to put the plug in my ass, but decided not to, mostly because I didn’t have any lube and well it was really gay.

I drove to school and headed straight to coach’s office, mortified that I already had an erection. Why? What was turning me on? Reaching the office, I was surprised to see Beth there.



“Hi Beth, what are you doing here?”



“Just waiting for Derrick?” She answered sheepishly.



“Are you two dating?” I asked, the thought still seeming ludicrous.



“Um, not really,” she said, clearly embarrassed to be asked such question.



Wanting to know more, I asked, “What is not really?”



“He doesn’t want to label it,” she answered, avoiding eye contact.



“Beth, don’t let him use you, you deserve someone as special as you,” I said, thinking that perfect someone would be me.



Ignoring my nice guy routine, which wasn’t so nice since I had a girlfriend, she said, “I am supposed to watch the door.”



“For what?” I asked.



“I don’t know,” she answered.



I repeated, “Beth you are a very special, pretty girl. You deserve to be treated like a lady.”



“Go in,” she said, still not making eye contact.



Sighing, I said, “If you ever need to talk, I’m a great listener.”



Her tone biting suddenly, “Don’t you already have Karen?”



“I’m just trying to be a friend,” I said, knowing that Karen has never been nice to her. Karen is hot, Karen is a nasty nympho, but Karen is also an elitist bitch who bullies those below her.



“Go,” Beth said, tears beginning to form in her eyes.



I walked in and wasn’t remotely surprised to see coach bent over his desk as Derrick fucked him. Derrick called out, “Get in here Beth.”



Beth sheepishly came in too.



“Lock the door, slut,” Derrick ordered.



She obeyed, her face so red with shame I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.



“I thought you would like to see Coach take it in the ass for the first time since you obviously enjoyed watching him suck my cock” Derrick said confidently.



“Derrick I am not playing your game,” I said firmly. I turned to leave but heard voices outside the office now.



“You can pretend Eric, but you are a straight cocksucker just like coach here,” Derrick said smugly, as he slowly fucked Coach.



Coach moaned, clearly enjoying the cock in his ass, but kept his eyes closed obviously mortified to be caught in such a compromising situation…again.



“You see, Coach loves it. You white guys are all the same. At first you think you are straight, but once you see a big thick black cock your brain begins to wonder. At first you are in denial, like you are right now, but I bet you have already had my cock pop into your head. Wondered what it would be like to have a big black cock like mine between your pretty little lips,” he assessed.



I was mortified by his correct assessment of the thoughts in my head, although I thought his black cock theory was ludicrous. I interrupted, “Derrick, you’re full of shit.”



“If I am full of shit, you won’t be hard right now,” he said, continually fucking coach’s ass while talking to me as if it was a natural thing to do.



My face went red as I realized I was indeed rock hard, something I couldn’t explain.



He laughed, “You got hard watching me fuck Coach’s ass. Do you wish it was you bent over the desk? Beth, pull out Eric’s cock to see if he is hard.”



“Please, no,” Beth gasped, surprised by the demand.



“It wasn’t a suggestion,” Derrick said.



I could have stopped her, I should have stopped her. Yet Beth being my secret crush, I was instantly focused on her touching my cock and not the fact that I had a girlfriend, or that she would show off my hard cock.



Beth moved slowly towards me as Derrick explained, “It’s ok Beth. Eric has had the hots for you forever.”



I wondered how he could possibly know such a thing.



“On your knees, slut,” Derrick ordered, continuing to fuck Coach.



I was in awe as I watched Beth, her face red with shame, drop to her knees and fish out my cock. I moaned as her warm hand wrapped around my cock.



“Is it hard, slut?” He asked.



“Yes, hard as a rock,” she answered, not looking at me or him.



Derrick said, “My hypothesis again proven correct. Do you want Beth to blow you Eric?”



I should have said no, yet her hand on my cock, looking down at her in her submissive position, I couldn’t resist, “God, yes.”



“Go ahead Beth, show him how you can get an ‘A’ in cocksucking too,” Derrick ordered.



Beth suddenly looked up at me as if pleading for help, but I said, getting pulled deeper into Derrick’s sick power game, “Get to sucking Beth.”



Beth looked back down and took my cock in her mouth. I briefly felt guilty, but once she swirled her tongue around my cock my guilt faded. I don’t know how she did it, but she created a wavelike water sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before.



I groaned and Derrick laughed, “She has quite the technique, doesn’t she?”



“God, yes,” I whimpered, knowing I was going to come shamefully quick.



“Her ass is the tightest I have ever fucked if you want a piece of that too,” Derrick offered, before focusing on Coach, whose whimpers had been getting louder, “Beg for my cum in your ass faggot.”



Coach obviously was too far gone to care that two students were witnessing his humiliating sodomy as he instantly answered, “Oh God, fill my ass with your cum Derrick, my white ass is yours.”



The desk began moving as Derrick slammed harder into Coach. For some reason watching Coach get fucked and hearing him moan really turned me on, and I grabbed Beth’s head and began fucking her face trying to replicate the deep hard thrusts of Derrick. My whole cock was shoved in Beth’s mouth, her slobbering sounds only turning me on more.



Looking up, Derrick somehow had his phone out and was either taping or taking pictures of me.



“Fuck Derrick,” I sighed, realizing he had evidence of my unfaithfulness to Karen.



“Never know when such visuals can come in handy,” he shrugged, before again shifting to a whimpering like a school girl Coach and saying, “Here it comes, coach faggot.”



Coach moaned, “Yeeeeeees, fiiiiiiill myyyy asssssss.”



I watched in voyeuristic awe as Coach got an ass full of cum. My own cock flinched and I shot my load down Beth’s throat.



Derrick laughed, “You came watching Coach get his ass fucked…deny it all you want Eric, but you are my next cocksucker, my next man cunt.”



“Never going to happen,” I confidently said, pulling my cock out of Beth’s mouth, my seven inches dangling.



Pulling his cock out of Coach’s ass, his ten inches swayed confidently, and although I tried to look away it was like a gravitational pull kept my eyes locked on it.



“Slut come and clean me,” Derrick ordered.



Beth scurried like a famished woman in the desert and eagerly took his big black cock in her mouth.



Derrick asked, again as I watched, “Sure you don’t want a taste?”



“Never going to happen,” I said, pulling my pants up.



“Never say never,” he laughed, as he pulled his cock out of Beth’s mouth and pulled his pants up.



“Beth are you hungry for my cum?” Derrick asked.



“More than anything,” she said, looking like a vapid slut and not the academic genius she was.



“Go suck my cum out of Coach’s ass,” he ordered.



I thought Beth would recoil, but instead she crawled straight to coach and buried her face in his ass.



Derrick took a couple pictures as he explained, “Once you get a taste of black cock you will do pretty much anything to have it again. Isn’t that right, Coach?”



“Yes,” he admitted, his tone dripping with shame.



I laughed, realizing he was probably right based on what I had just witnessed, “So it seems.”



“One taste Eric and you will be hooked too,” he said confidently.



Watching Beth move her face up and down hungrily sucking out Derrick’s cum I was in awe of Derrick’s power.



I was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. Derrick snapped his fingers and Beth quickly stood up. Coach quickly stood up too, fumbled to get his pants up and sat down in his chair, his eyes big with fear and shame.



Derrick unlocked the door and said, “We’ll chat later Coach.”



“Sounds good,” Coach replied, as his wife entered the room.



“Hi, Mrs. Murphy,” Derrick greeted, walking out the door.



“Hi Derrick, Eric, Beth,” she greeted, her facial expression confused that Beth was in an early basketball meeting and the boys’ locker room.



I asked, trying to act casual and keep up the image of a meeting, “Anything else Coach?”



“No Eric, we will see how the game plans works,” he said, covering well himself.



I grabbed Beth’s hand and led her out.



Once out of earshot she gasped, “Oh my God!”



“That’s what I thought too when you sucked my cock,” I said, suddenly wanting more of her.



“I can’t believe he made me do that,” she said.



“I can’t fathom how you ended up in this predicament,” I countered.



“It’s a long story,” she said, before adding, her tone suddenly sultry, and shocking, “There is much more to me than meets the eye.” She subtly squeezed my cock before walking away, leaving me hard and wanting more.



…..



The rest of the day was the same old, same old, other than every time I saw Beth I imagined her mouth around my cock giving me the best blow job I have ever received. At lunch, guilt washed over me as Karen rubbed my cock underneath the table, unaware of my betrayal.



Karen whispered in my ear part way through lunch, her hand firmly on my cock, “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. You are wearing your plug for me right?”



“I couldn’t get it in without lube,” I replied back, not admitting I really had no interest in wearing one.



Her hand left my cock instantly and she quit talking to me. Although she was a complete slut in the bedroom, outside of it she always expected others to obey her. Knowing there was no way to make her happy other than to do as she says, I whispered, “It’s in my backpack if you have anything to help get it in.”



Her anger shifted and she turned back to me, “Can I put it in you now?”



“Not here,” I joked.



“Of course not, rendezvous spot, five minutes?” She asked, although it wasn’t a question.



Trying to keep her happy, I countered, “Make it four.”



She squeezed my cock and said her goodbyes to her friends; I did the same a minute later and headed to meet her. I saw Beth was talking to Derrick at a doorway and not wanting to get involved in that conversation I turned and took another way around.



Karen, being Karen, had convinced the principal that the cheerleaders needed their own room like the football players had, and as I mentioned, what Karen wants, Karen gets. The room was used for meetings, changing and so forth and often for blow jobs or quickies for me.



Once in the room, she dropped to her knees, pulled down my pants and said, “I think there is time for a snack.”



I totally enjoyed her love of sucking cock. She would often just suck me off, swallow my load and expect nothing in return. She was the perfect girlfriend and yet even as she bobbed up and down on my cock it was Beth who popped into my head when I closed my eyes. At first it was her on her knees sucking my cock, then it was sucking cum out of coach’s ass and then it was her taking Derrick’s cock in her pussy.



Even though I had already come once, the constant images of Beth flashing in my brain had my balls boiling rather quickly and I shot a second load of the day, this time down Karen’s throat.



Once done, she was back to business, “Bend over baby.”



“I feel like your bitch,” I joked, even though I knew it wasn’t really a joke.



“Tonight you are,” she said, as she surprised me by spreading my ass cheeks and licking my ass.



“Oooooooooh,” I moaned like a girl, surprised by how good it felt.



A minute later, I felt warm lube coating my ass as she spoke, with a confidence just like Derrick, “I plan to take that ass of yours tonight, right here after the game.”



“H-h-here?” I stammered.



“By the time you change, shower and talk to coach, all the girls will be gone, or waiting in the parking lot for the boys,” she said, as I felt the toy between my ass cheeks.



“If you say so,” I agreed, hoping to prolong this situation a bit.



“Beg for this in your ass,” she ordered.



“You got to be kidding meeee,” I replied, as she slapped my ass.



“Now, bitch,” she ordered.



“Please put that plug in my ass,” I quickly begged, shocked by her aggressiveness.



“You mean your man cunt,” she corrected.



My eyes went wide at hearing the same words Derrick had used and yet I answered as expected, “Yes, please fill my man cunt?”



“Tonight I’m going to fuck you completely my little slut,” she purred as she pushed the small toy in me.



I whimpered, the thought both a turn-on and a turn-off.



I couldn’t believe how easily I acquiesced to her, particularly after she was so submissive to me last night. Yet, once it was all the way in me, she slapped my ass pushing the plug deeper in me and said, “Get dressed and don’t you dare take that out of your ass until game time.”



“Okay,” I again joked, as I pulled up my pants.



“And when we are alone, it’s Mistress,” she ordered.



“Okay,” I repeated, my ass full and wanting more, yet my shame of being bossed around overwhelmed me.



“Okay, what? She asked, her tone terse.



“Okay, Mistress,” I answered immediately.



“Good,” she said, pulling me in and kissing me hard and giving me one more slap on the ass.



The rest of the day was fine, once I got used to sitting cautiously and not moving much with a toy in my rear.



4. BECOMING A STRAIGHT FAGGOT



It was last period, with Mrs. Murphy, Coach’s wife that things got weird again. Beth is in this class also and I hadn’t heard a word of the teacher’s lecture, as I drooled over Beth who continually slipped her stocking-clad feet in and out of her shoes. I noticed her toes…which were painted blood red. A couple of times she looked back at me and smiled as if knowing the impact she was having on me.



When class was done I wanted to talk to her again, but she left with a couple friends, plus I wasn’t sure what I would say to her, so I just let it drop.



I was heading to my locker; I had an hour before we needed to be back at school to get ready to go to the game, when I heard Derrick’s voice.



“Eric, I need a favor,” he said.



My whole body tensed at what he may need. I turned around and asked, acting casual, “What do you need?”



“A ride home. I forgot my uniform in the laundry,” he said.



Continuing to act like I would have before I learned what I learned I said, “Sure, ready to go now?”



“No time like the present,” he said and we went to my car.



We actually talked basketball on the walk and the beginning of the drive. I had dropped him off on the Monday before so I knew where he lived; it was about a twenty minute drive.



Once out of the school area, he asked, “So did you enjoy Beth?”



I sighed, “Let’s stick to talking about the game.”



“But, I need to know. Beth wants to know if you were happy with her cocksucking,” he said.



“I’m sure she didn’t say that,” I said, even as her lips wrapped around my cock returned to my head.



“She really likes you,” he said.



“Isn’t she your girlfriend?” I asked.



“I am not a one girl guy. I have half a dozen eager to take my load, but Beth was special in her innocence and eagerness. Taking her from an innocent virgin to a cock hungry slut was a lot of fun,” Derrick explained.



“How?” I asked, my own cock rock hard and dying to know how Beth ended up in her current predicament.



“Like I said,” he began, as he pulled out his cock, “once you get a taste of the black side there is no going back.”



“Put that away,” I snapped, as he wrapped his hand around it and slowly made it grow.



“It’s just a cock,” he said, adding, “If you are as straight as you say you are this isn’t a big deal.” He stressed the word big, which made me flush.



“Whatever,” I said, not getting myself pulled into his game.



“So did you enjoy Beth?” He asked again.



“Yes fuck, but I can’t believe I cheated on Karen,” I admitted.



“She will rip your balls off if she finds out,” he said, stroking his cock.



“Is that a threat,” I asked, looking at him and without meaning to looking down at his growing cock.



“No, no, just a fact,” he said. “Oh sure, I could blackmail you to suck my cock, but I know it is only a matter of time before you are eagerly bobbing up and down on it.”



“Fuck off, Derrick,” I said, as we stopped at a red light.



“Go ahead, grab it,” he a said, “you know you want to.”



I refused to look, knowing that even though I wasn’t gay, there seemed to be a magnetic pull leading me towards his cock.



“Look at it, Eric, it’s nice, big, and ready for your lips,” he said, his confident demeanor oddly soothing.



I shouldn’t have looked, but yet I couldn’t resist and took a look at his now firmly stiff ten inch cock.



I stared at it, unable to take my eyes off it, now so close to me. My mouth watered my sudden desire to have it in my mouth growing even as I screamed inside to resist. Thankfully, a honk told me the light had changed and I returned my eyes to the road.



Derrick laughed, “Saved by the horn.”



I didn’t respond as I focused on the road and having the strength to not look back down.



“Beth likes you, by the way,” Derrick said.



“Seems she’s more into you,” I replied.



“That’s just natural selection she can’t resist me, but she has had a crush on you forever. She just doesn’t think she can compete with Karen,” Derrick explained.



It was so strange, his cock was out, he wanted me to suck him, yet he was also seemingly trying to set me up with Beth at the same time. I scoffed at the natural selection theory, “I don’t believe there is a sexual hierarchy.”



“You’re in denial,” he said, as we reached another red light. “You know you want my cock, you are using every ounce of strength to hold onto the last remaining threads of your straightness. Go ahead, Eric, just reach over and grab it.”



Resistance suddenly seemed futile. I figured I would just touch it, and then return to driving, but that isn’t what happened. Once it was in my hand, I felt like my hand was magnetically attached to it. His cock was so much thicker than mine, and it felt so warm in my hand.



“That’s it, Eric,” Derrick soothed. “Just enjoy it in your hand.”



The light changed and I kept my hand on his cock as I continued driving. Derrick continued the Beth conversation as if there was nothing odd with the fact that I was holding his cock. “You see Eric, you and Beth will end up with each other or people like you, that is just the way society works, but that doesn’t mean you can’t love the life that so many white people fantasize about, submitting to black cock or pussy.”



It was so absurd to listen to his words and yet as he spoke them they made sense as well. My hand was on his cock, I had let Beth blow me and unknown to him I had a plug in my ass. “So I should marry a white girl, that has submitted to black cock?” I asked, unable to let him know of my conflicting emotions.



“In essence…eventually you two will settle and this wild time of black submission will fade, but it will always be a lingering effect,” he said, as if he was some philosopher.



I let go of his cock to pull into his driveway.



“Ready to submit to your hunger?” Derrick asked.



My response betrayed me as instead of protesting I asked mortified, “Here?”



“In the car?” He laughed, “Maybe a quick suck to wet your appetite.”



I froze looking down at his cock. After all the denial, it looked so appetizing, so juicy and I hungered for it.



As if reading my mind, he said, “I can see it in your eyes, Eric. You have an insatiable hunger to lean down and take it in your mouth, yet the unrealistic expectations of society are holding you back. Eric you want my cock, you need my cock, and it is only a matter of time before you accept this.”



I continued staring, the invisible line between straight and not-so-straight fading.

“Make a decision Eric, if you’re not willing to take my load, I need to text my cheerleading cocksucker to take my load,” he explained.



“Who?” I asked, still unable to take my eyes off his big, hard cock.



“Just a slut, they all are,” Derrick said, “at least for big black cock.”



I looked out the window, we seemed rather secluded, but I couldn’t do it here in my car.



“Now, Eric, taste it,” Derrick said, reaching for my head.



He gently guided me down and I didn’t resist at all, falling slowly like a leaf in fall, until my face was in front of his cock. With no time to think, I just opened my mouth and took his cock in as natural as opening my mouth to eat.



They say when you meet the one you just know, and my feelings right then were exactly the same. I just knew, like he said I would, that I was meant to suck his cock. It felt so natural between my lips, his erection so hard that I suddenly wanted, needed to please him.



“That’s it, Eric, take your time with my big snake,” he said, I imagined him smiling smugly over adding me to his cocksucker harem. Yet, I didn’t care. I wanted more of his cock in my mouth and I began to slowly bob up and down on it.



“Let’s take this inside, cocksucker,” he ordered, now having got me drawn into the thrill of pleasuring him.



I sat up, suddenly embarrassed by what I had done and being called a cocksucker, and said, “I can’t believe I did that.”



“Follow me inside,” he ordered, putting his cock away and getting out of the car.



I didn’t move, knowing if I did I would be unable to resist his cock.



Just before he closed the door, he said, “Eric, I gave you a taste, if you don’t come and finish what you started, I will never give you a chance again. It’s now or never, cocksucker.”



He closed the door and headed to his house. I wanted to just drive away, I wanted to stand up for myself like a man and yet after a brief, futile resistance, I got out of the car and headed inside to suck cock.



In his house, he was sitting on the couch, his pants at his ankles watching sports highlights. “So what is it cocksucker?”



I whispered, ashamed by my own weakness, “I want to finish what I started.”



“Finish what?” He asked, not looking at me, but at the television.



“Sucking your cock,” I admitted, the words tasting like vinegar out of my mouth.



“Well, don’t just stand there cocksucker, get on your knees and crawl to me,” he ordered, still not looking at me.



I felt cheap, I felt humiliated, but the hunger to have his cock back in my mouth overruled my emotions and pride. I fell to my knees and crawled to him. Reaching his feet, I looked up and saw he had his phone out. Had he taped my whole crawl towards him?



“Tell me what you want,” he said, the camera pointing directly at me.



“Please don’t tape this,” I said, even as I remained on my knees just inches from his cock.



“This is not for blackmail or show, just for my own personal collection,” he said. “Now answer me Eric, what do you want from me?”



I didn’t want to answer, but his massive python directly in front of me had such a hypnotic power on me I just had to have it. I whispered, “To suck your cock.”



He laughed, “You are in advanced English, you can do better than that.”



He tapped my lips with his cock and I instantly opened my mouth to take it. “So eager, cocksucker, but answer my question first.”



So enthralled by his cock, so famished to have it in my mouth, I answered like a complete slut. “I want to take that immense, black succulent python between my lips.”



“And be a cocksucker?” He asked.



“Yes. Your cocksucker,” I added, knowing I would only do this for him.



“Go ahead, cocksucker, become a straight faggot,” he smiled.



I winced at the word faggot, but my need to have his cock in my mouth overruled everything else and I leaned forward and took it between my lips. At first I just slowly swirled my tongue around his mushroom top in awe of its width. Slowly though, trying to create saliva like Beth had done on my cock I moved up and down the first few inches.



“Shit Eric, you’re a natural at this,” he groaned, which somehow turned me on more knowing I was having that sort of effect in him



I continued bobbing back and forth eager to get him off, although not wanting this moment to ever end. You remember your first home run, you remember your first kiss and I was going to forever remember my first time sucking black cock.



A few minutes later, time seeming irrelevant, Derrick said, “Fuck Eric, you really love my cock, don’t you?”



I couldn’t resist as I admitted, “I fucking love it.”



“I knew you would, cocksucker,” he said, before adding, “But we need to get going pretty soon or we will be late for the game. So sit up.”



I did, but still on my knees.



“I’m going to fuck your face,” he announced.



“O-o-okay,” I said nervously.



“Open up, slut,” he ordered and shoved his cock in my mouth.



Although he didn’t shove all ten inches in my mouth, he pumped his cock furiously between my lips and I just focused on not gagging and breathing. Strangely, sitting there being used for someone else’s pleasure really turned me on. I just shut my brain off, shut off my morals and was used as a cum bucket.



“I’m going to come down your pretty throat, cocksucker,” he grunted before seconds later I felt his salty seed explode in my mouth. I gagged a bit but swallowed all his seed. The taste was unexplainable, but one I knew I would want again.



As he pulled out, he asked, “Did you enjoy it?”



“Yes,” I admitted.



“Do you want my cock again?” He asked.



“Yes,” I again admitted.



“Do you need to come?”



“God, yes,” I said, my cock ready to burst for reasons unfathomable to me.



“You got hard sucking black cock and swallowing cum?” He questioned a smile on his face.



Shame washed over me as I admitted, “I guess so.”



“I thought you were straight,” he continued, pushing the knife of humiliation deeper into my back.



“So did I,” I smiled for the first time.



“Then what are you?” He asked, as he put his beautiful cock away.



“Your cocksucker,” I admitted, now understanding all his theories.



“My faggot?” He pushed.



“Yes, whatever you want to call me,” I agreed, knowing I would never say no to him again.



“Good faggots you know also take it in the ass,” he clarified.



I stammered, even though I liked the idea of Karen fucking me, his cock was too big, “I-I-it’s too big.”



“I’ll train that man cunt of yours first,” he said.



I laughed, thinking of the irony that it was already being trained without his knowledge, “I’m not sure.”



“Don’t worry, I am,” he said, before adding, as he made a call. “Slut are you home yet?” After a pause, “good get your ass over here as soon as you get home…and hurry.”



“We will be in a hurry when the slut gets here so get your pants off,” he said.



“Who? Beth?” I asked, baffled.



He laughed, “Oh no, this cougar is one eager little black cock loving slut.”



“How many do you have?” I asked, in awe of his prowess.



“Girls or guys?” He chuckled.



“Both,” I asked, wanting to know how I fit into this picture.



“Over two dozen women and you’re faggot number six,” he said.



“What other guys?” I asked, curiosity taking over, as I got out of my pants and underwear.



“I don’t turn straight boys and tell,” he laughed.



“Do I know them?” I asked.



“Yep, one is even on the team,” he revealed as he noticed my butt plug, which I had got so use to I forgot it was there.



“Is that a plug in your ass?” He asked for the first time surprised.



Shame again hit me as I stammered, “Y-y-yes, Karen made me.”



“That is fucking priceless. I knew she wore the pants in your relationship, but I didn’t know she also had the cock,” he laughed.



“It’s not like that,” I tried to defend.



“How is it then?” He asked.



“She let me fuck her ass last night, but only if I promised her mine tonight,” I explained.



“And after seeing coach get ass fucked you were eager and curious,” he added.



“It was before that,” I corrected.



“Well, I guess you’re already being trained to be a faggot,” he said, just as there was a knock at the door.



“Come in, slut,” he yelled.



A voice I recognized instantly as our cold as ice principal Mrs. Anderson, as she said, “I thought you would be headed back to school for the game by….”



She stopped when she saw me half naked in front of her.



Derrick said, “Eric here is all hard after giving me his first blow job.”



My face went red at the thought of my principal knowing I sucked cock, although obviously she had submitted to him too.



“You can’t be serious?” She questioned, her tone firm like she always was in school.



“Knees now, slut,” he ordered.



“Derrick this was between you and I,” she said.



“Did you mistake this as a conversation where you have any say?” He questioned. “I don’t fuck and tell but all my subs are free game amongst each other.”



“This is going too far,” she continued her defiant behaviour.



“Either do as you’re told or leave slut, but if you leave you will never get my cock again,” he threatened, his tone firm.



After a brief delay, her resolve dissipated, just like mine had earlier, and she whispered, “What do you want me to do?”



“I was just going to get you to suck my new cocksucker’s cock, but now that you were so difficult I think he gets that cunt of yours,” he said.



“I’ll suck him,” she said, moving to me and dropping to her knees. She took me between her lips and began bobbing quickly. I couldn’t believe our chubby, pretty, huge tit bitch principal, was also under his spell.



After a minute of sucking, “Derrick said, “Lift up that skirt of yours and beg Eric to fuck that cunt of yours.”



“Please, just let me blow him,” she pleaded.



“You have five seconds to have that cunt ready,” he threatened.



Defeated, she pulled up her skirt, revealing she too was in thigh highs and was not wearing any underwear. She bent over the couch, a humiliated look in her eyes.



“Beg me, slut,” I ordered, suddenly feeling powerful over the ice queen bitch.



She glared at me, looked at Derrick before saying, “Please Eric fuck my cunt.”



Hearing the ice queen use the word ‘cunt’ was hot and yet unreal. I slid my cock in her surprisingly wet cunt and groaned, “Shit, she is soaked.”



“She is the biggest slut in our school and yet no one knows,” Derrick said.



Horny as hell, I slammed my cock into her colliding with her wide ass. After a couple of minutes, Derrick said, “I’ll be back in a few going to get my uniform and take a piss.”



“Sure,” I said, loving hearing the moans of Mrs. Anderson as I pounded her from behind.



Her early resistance faded as she begged, “Harder Eric, fuck me harder.”



I obliged as I slammed into her with full force making her scream.



“Oh God yes, Eric, hammer my cunt,” she continued.



“I thought you didn’t want my cock in that wet box of yours?” I asked, shifting from submissiveness a few minutes ago to dominant.



“Just fuck me,” she moaned, her whole demeanor changing from ice cold to hellish hot once her cunt was filled with my cock.



“Tell me you’re a slut, Principal Anderson,” I ordered.



“Just fuck me,” she repeated, although her tone was her usual bossy one.



“Do as you’re told,” I ordered, trying to be firm like Derrick, as I slapped her fat ass.



“Fuck Eric,” she whimpered, before adding, “Fine, your principal is a dirty fucking slut. Is that better?”



“A contradictory bitch,” I added.



“Yes,” she moaned.



“Who wants to get ass fucked,” I continued.



To my surprise, she replied with a smile, “You really are a dirty boy, Eric.”



“Beg to have your ass fucked,” I ordered, pulling out and moving my cock to her back door.



“Oh God Eric, fuck my ass,” she pleaded, actually moving her ass back onto my cock.



As my cock slowly penetrated her ass she pushed back, I added, “You mean your fat ass?”



“Yes, dammiiiiiit, fuck my fat ass,” she moaned as my cock disappeared into her.



“Man I wish everyone knew that the ice queen was a fucking ass slut,” I said.



“Oh God,” she moaned as her ass cheeks made contact with my body all my cock now in her.



“Ride me slut,” I instructed, eager to watch our chubby but pretty principal fuck herself in the ass with my cook.



“Yes,” she eagerly agreed, beginning to move back and forth.



“Yes, what?” I asked, my cock being milked so well I had very little time left to enjoy my principal.



“Yes, I love your cock in me,” she moaned, as she continued bouncing on my cock.



A few more strokes and my balls bubbled and I pulled out, pulled her by the hair to my cock and pumped it vigorously. Without instruction, she opened her mouth wide like the cum slut she was. My first rope of cum shot right into her mouth as did the second. The third and fourth hit her black blouse, my white gooey cum a cool contrast.



She took my cock back in her mouth and cleaned my cock.



Derrick said, obviously back downstairs, “We got to go.”



“Get yourself off, slut,” I ordered.



“A submissive and a Dom,” Derrick chuckled.



I shrugged.



Principal Anderson, obviously hungry to get off, laid back on the floor with no shame and began rubbing her clit.



Derrick said, “Lock up when you are done, slut.”



“Yeeeees, Massssster,” she nodded as her orgasm got close.



I wanted to bury my face in her cunt, but resisted knowing we had to get going. I said, “Next time I want to taste that cunt of yours in your office.”



“Okkkkaaaaaay,” she moaned, as her orgasm hit.



Back in the car, I asked amazed, “Is there anyone you can’t get?”



“Not yet,” he shrugged.



“I can’t believe I did what I did,” I said, as I began driving.



“Sucking cock or fucking Principal Anderson?” he asked.



“Both,” I admitted, my life changing so much after catching him in the act with coach a couple of days ago.



“Well, I got another surprise for you yet,” he said.



“What would that be?” I asked.



“Do you like Beth?” he questioned.



“Yes,” I admitted.



“You would choose her over Karen wouldn’t you?” he asked.



“It’s not that black and white,” I said.



He laughed, “That is an ironic answer.”



I laughed back, “I suppose it is.”



“So who would you choose?” he asked.



“I like them both,” I admitted, the conversation still surreal considering what he had just made me do.



“Ok, Karen is hot, probably amazingly kinky in bed and a complete bitch outside of it,” he properly assessed.



“Very accurate,” I concurred.



“Beth is more cute than hot, will be as kinky as you train her to be, and yet has the biggest heart in the world,” Derrick said.



“When you put it that way it seems pretty obvious,” I said, him ironically making it rather black and white.



“Or to put it another way, not that you are ready for it, but who could you imagine marrying down the road?” he asked.



“What are you the guru of love and bisexuality?” I joked, this conversation just so surreal.



He laughed, “Truthfully I am just about getting laid and lately turning white guys, but Beth is special…even more special than you know”



I agreed, “There is something about her I have always been drawn to.”



He smiled, clearly knowing something I didn’t, “After today I am quite sure you two are meant to be.”



“Why is that?” I asked, thinking sucking another guy’s cock not something that usually woos the ladies.



“Trust me, I’m right,” he said, as we pulled into the school parking lot.



“Karen will rip me a new one,” I said.



“She already plans to tonight,” he joked.



“Touche,” I laughed.



“Well you have a choice to make my little cocksucker,” he said.



My face blushed again as I wondered could I really have Beth? After fifteen minutes of somewhat normal conversation, there it was again. “Can you not call me that?” I asked.



“I won’t in public, but when it’s just us two you are still my cocksucker,” he said adding, “Unless, of course, you don’t want to have it in your mouth again.”



I sighed, “No, I want it again.”



“Right now?” he asked.



I did truthfully, but looking at the clock we were already ten minutes late. “We’re already late.”



“It’s okay, I have something on coach,” he joked, grabbing his crotch before getting out of the car.



We won the game rather handily 88-56 and on the court nothing had changed. I was still the man. Could I be both a dominant and a submissive? It seemed so replaying the day.



I decided after the game, I would tell Karen we were through. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it, but I would avoid getting fucked in the ass, although part of me wanted to try it.



The plug in me all day and yesterday causing a growing curiosity to feel what it would be like, yet the reality was I still wanted to keep the facade of being a man’s man…despite my obvious hunger for Derrick’s cock.



Yet, like everything else this week, things didn’t go according to plan.



5. ROYALLY FUCKED



I went to meet Karen with the plan to break up with her, but ended up getting a lot more than I bargained for.



I texted her:



We need to talk.



She responded back almost immediately:



You know where I am.



I sighed knowing just how hard this was going to be. I liked Karen a lot; she was everything a teenage guy could ask for, yet that was no longer enough for me…I wanted more than just sex and I could get that with Beth. Knowing Beth liked me, even though she was Derrick’s submissive, overpowered everything else. It was strange but somehow Derrick’s strange Cupid like advice had me thinking of a future with Beth…even though we both had submitted to Derrick.



I knocked on the door and Karen called out, “Come in.”



I took one more deep breath before heading into the verbal slaughter I knew was coming once I broke up with her.



The first of the domino of surprises that still awaited me that night started when I learned Karen wasn’t alone.



Entering the room, I was surprised to find Karen was on a bench legs spread open and even more surprised to see another cheerleader, Skye, on her knees licking Karen’s pussy.



“Hey baby, here is your answer to do I play with girls,” she smiled.



All my resolve to break up with her vanished as I watched every straight guy’s fantasy, of two girls playing with each other.



“Come join us, baby,” she moaned, “Skye wants to watch.”



My eyes went big at the thought of another girl, a classmate, watching me get sodomized.



“R-r-really?” I stammered.



“Sure, she is very eager,” Karen moaned, pulling the brunette deeper into her pussy.



I watched the lesbian action for a minute or two my cock growing instantly.



“Give me your cock, baby,” Karen demanded.



I walked over, tentative, having Skye there making me uncomfortable and excited at the same time.



As I stood in front of her, Karen quickly fished out my almost fully-erect cock and began sucking.



As she bobbed, I glanced down to watch Skye licking Karen’s pussy. Skye was moving her head sideways while her tongue remained extended. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in person.



Skye, although not as beautiful as Karen, but she was a solid nine and had the tightest ass in the school. Like Karen, she was a complete bitch to the unpopular kids, a stereotypical cheerleader in every sense of the word.



I suddenly wondered if Karen was going to let me fuck Skye.



I also noticed there was a cheerleading outfit and thigh highs on another bench, which I thought was curious.



Karen allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth as she put her hands on the bench she was sitting on, closed her eyes and allowed the orgasm that had been building to flow through her.



Watching a woman’s facial expression immediately before the orgasm hits and during the brief euphoria that follows is super sexy…especially because they are so vulnerable during this moment of pleasure no longer worried about looking perfect.

Opening her eyes, a minute later, Karen asked, “Ready, baby?”



“For what?” I asked, glancing down at Skye, implying I wasn’t comfortable to do what we had agreed upon with a witness.



“To get ass fucked,” she said bluntly.



Skye looked up, her face coated with Karen’s wetness, and upped the ante, “And to take my ass.”



My cock flinched at Skye’s words.



“I think he likes your proposal,” Karen said looking down at Skye, before turning to me and adding, “But first we need to get you in costume.”



“Excuse me?” I questioned, distracted by the thought if fucking Skye’s perfectly curved ass.



“If I’m going to fuck you like a girl, you need to be dressed as one,” she said.



“I didn’t agree to that,” I protested.



“I wasn’t asking your opinion,” she replied, her bitchy tone on full display.



“Plus, it will be twice as hot that way when you take my ass,” Skye said. “You do want to fuck my ass, don’t you Eric?”



What does one say to such a question when your girlfriend is right beside you? I looked for help from Karen.



She shrugged, “I’ve fucked her ass already, but she has yet to have a real pulsing cock in her ass and I offered her your cock.”



“That was awful nice of you,” I quipped.



“I know,” she smiled, before ordering, “Now put on your uniform, I even bought you nylons since you love them so much.”



“On you,” I pointed out.



“I think you will look very sexy in them,” she countered.



“Show him that ass for motivation, Skye,” Karen ordered.



Skye got off her knees, bent over so far she touched her toes and Karen moved over and flipped up Skye’s skirt.



“Do you like?” Karen asked.



Skye’s ass was pantyhose clad and sans underwear, but with a hole exactly where her rosebud appeared. I stammered, “I-I-I-love.”



“Good, now get in your costume,” Karen demanded again.



Any doubts about doing as she said dissipated when I glanced back at Skye’s inviting pantyhose clad ass. I moved the few feet to the cheerleading outfit and got undressed.



Once in my underwear only, Karen ordered, “Those too.”



I obeyed, my stiff cock pointing directly at the two sexy, slutty cheerleaders both still in their uniform…although only Skye still had on her mocha pantyhose.



“Now it’s time for you to become my pretty little slut,” Karen purred.



The name calling did not turn me on, but the thought of fucking Skye whose ass was begging for attention, kept me obedient. I put on the ridiculously tight sweater and the skirt.



Karen then suggested “Skye, why don’t you come and finish dressing up our little slut.”



“Hmmmmmmm,” Skye purred, finally moving from her obscenely impressive flexible bending, and moved to me. “Sit down, slut.”



I obeyed, slightly ashamed that my cock was so hard when I was being treated so demeaning by my girlfriend.



Skye took the first thigh high and kneeling before me rolled the stocking up and slowly, like a snail meandering, moved up my leg. Her breath hot, wet and so near my cock had me ready to do whatever I had too to get her ass.



Finally, the top of the first thigh high reached my thigh. “Is this for me?” she asked, squeezing my iron stiff cock.



“All for you,” I replied suavely.



Skye asked, looking at Karen instead of me, “Can I have a taste?”



“Go ahead, get it ready for that ass of yours,” Karen said.



I watched as another woman put their mouth around my cock. If this was a porn movie it would be criticized as being even too farfetched for porn.



It was less than a minute, before she allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth as she grabbed the other stocking. She repeated the slow process slithering the stocking up my leg. She joked, “Next time we better shave our little girl.”



Being called a little girl should have made me embarrassed, yet at this moment it turned me on. I was theirs to do as they pleased.



Once the second stocking was on my leg, she sat up, grabbed my cock and pulled me up from the bench.



Turning to me, Skye asked, “Ready to fuck my ass with that big cock of yours Eric?”



“If you insist,” I joked.



She bent over, gripping the bench to balance herself, her pantyhose clad ass right in front of me.



Karen moved to us, handing me a tube of lube. She grabbed Skye’s ass and ripped at the seam of her crotch creating a gaping hole for my erect cock. Karen then lowered herself in-between Skye’s legs and buried her face in-between Skye’s ass cheeks. My cock flinched at the nasty erotic sight even as my mind wondered to Beth burying her face between coach’s cum-leaking ass. Beth. I was going to dump Karen today and instead I am dressed as a girl, getting ready to fuck another girl’s ass while eventually getting my own ass fucked. My life was officially out of control.



“That’s it, eat my ass,” Skye moaned.



Karen eventually stood back up, took the lube and poured some between Skye’s ass cheeks.



Turning back to me, she poured lube on my cock, then stroking it. “Ready, baby?” Karen purred.



“Yes, baby,” I replied, Skye’s ass begging me to fuck it.



“Go ahead, my girl, fuck my slut,” Karen said.



Hearing her call Skye ‘her slut’ made me smile, not remotely surprised that Karen was the one in control in their lesbian relationship.



“More than ready,” I agreed, as I moved behind Skye and positioned my cock at her puckered back door.



“Shove it in, Eric,” Skye demanded.



I obliged the demand, pushing my cock slowly inside her back door. It was so tight yet I kept pushing my cock deeper.



“Fuuuuuck,” Skye whimpered, my cock widening her ass.



“You like that?” I asked, as the last inch of my cock filled her ass.



“Fuuuck, so much bigger than Karen’s cooooock,” Skye whimpered.



“You’re super fucking tight,” I groaned.



“Tighter than me,” Karen questioned.



I looked back and saw she was now wearing a black strap-on cock, of course it was black…although thankfully a lot smaller than Derrick’s massive rod.



“Ready to be in a cheerleader’s sandwich,” Karen asked, her hand stroking her fake cock.



Karen looked stupidly hot with a cock hanging between her legs and any lingering doubts I had about allowing her to fuck me and take my anal cherry had disappeared.



“Whatever you say, Mistress,” I replied, getting into the submissive act.



“Good answer, Erica,” she said, pouring lube on her black cock.



My face blushed at how she changed my name from masculine to feminine with just one letter added to my name.



“Yes, you will be Erica for the rest of the night, is that understood, slut?” she asked me, the question rhetorical.



“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, as I began moving my cock in and out of Skye’s ass trying to maintain my manhood while preparing to really allow my feminine side to be exposed.



“Good girl, Erica,” Karen purred, the tone she gave whenever she got what she want…which was always.



Skye moaned, “Fuck Erica, you are such a bad, bad, giiiirl.”



“As are you,” I grunted back just as I felt Karen’s hands on my hips.



“Relax, slut,” Karen ordered.



My cock deep in Skye’s ass, I waited for the inevitable. “Yes, Mistress.”



“Beg for me to fuck your ass, Erica,” she ordered.



Feeling the plastic toy between my cheeks, I begged, curious to feel what it was like to get ass fucked, as I continued to fuck Skye, “Please Karen take your slut’s virgin ass.”



“Don’t you mean cunt, my little sissy?” she questioned as lube was poured between my ass cheeks.



“Yes, Mistress, fuck my cunt with your big cock,” I begged, the words sounding as ludicrous as they were.



“Good girl,” Karen purred as I felt cock begin to push forward.



I clenched my teeth as even the cockhead of her cock was wider than the toy I had yesterday. My cock remained buried deep in Skye as Karen began her journey deep into me.



The pain was sharp, yet my cock in Skye’s ass numbed the pain. I just allowed Karen to sodomize me like a little girly slut.



Eventually, my ass was filled and I was literally sandwiched between two hot cheerleaders.



“How does it feel, Erica?” Karen asked, her tone telling me she loved this.



The burn in my ass was not fading, yet I couldn’t deny the reality that it felt good to have my ass filled. I wanted to feel now what it felt like to get fucked…like a girl. I answered, “Good.”



“Just good?” she questioned, feeling my ass full I wanted more.



“Please fuck me,” I begged, wanting to feel what it felt like to be fucked instead of the one doing the fucking.



“Your tight little cunt?” Karen asked, obviously turned on by my feminization.



“Yes, fuck my tight cunt,” I begged.



Karen’s hands squeezed my hips, conversely I squeezed Skye’s, and I felt the slow pull out of her cock and then back in; as she slowly fucked me, the pain faded away and a strange pleasure replaced it. It was indescribable; it wasn’t intense like having Beth’s mouth on my cock, but it was a tingling pleasure that created goose bumps throughout my body.



After a couple of minutes of getting slowly fucked, I wanted more. I wanted to be pounded, to be used. I finally said, “Harder, Mistress.”



“My little bitch really wants her cunt fucked hard, doesn’t she,” she teased.



“Oh God yes,” I moaned like a girl.



“Let’s make this a real sex sandwich,” Karen said. “I want you to bounce back on my cock and then slam forward into Skye.”



“Your wish is my command,” I agreed.



Although awkward at first, as I slowly got used to the rhythm, I began to get fucked and fuck. I filled my ass with Karen’s cock and then filled Skye’s ass with mine.



The two sensations, polar opposites, created a sexy equilibrium that was impossible to explain. My cock and ass, equally receiving pleasure that contradicted themselves, created a balance of pleasure that was euphoric and yet not climatic (yet another oxymoron).



“Faster, Erica,” Karen ordered after a couple of minutes.



“Yes bitch, fuck my ass harder,” Skye demanded.



The next few minutes were pure sexual perfection. In a smooth rhythm, I slammed into Karen’s cock filling my ass deeply, my cock almost leaving Skye’ ass, then I slammed forward penetrating her as deep as I could with my cock.



Skye and I took turns whimpering from getting ass fucked, our breathing getting heavier until I knew I was going to come.



I warned, “I’m going to come soon.”



Karen ordered, “Fill my slut’s ass, Erica, while I fuck you to orgasm.”



“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed, burying my cock as deep as I could into Skye.



I remained buried in her ass, as Karen began fucking me hard. Each forward thrust somehow pushed me to new uncharted depths in Skye and simultaneously it seemed to milk my prostate.



“Fuuuuuck,” I grunted, a couple of strokes later as I shot my load in Skye’s ass.



“Fuuuuuck,” Skye screamed herself as she frantically rubbed her clit bringing herself to orgasm.



Neither Skye nor I moved for a minute as we allowed our orgasms to flow through us. When Karen finally pulled out of me, my ass felt surprisingly empty. I had never come as hard as I had just then.



I pulled out of Skye and watched my cum leak out of her back door.



Shifting back into the dominant mode I was in when I took Karen’s ass yesterday, I ordered, “Go get my cum, slut.”



“From princess to king?” She smiled, still wearing the cock that had taken my virginity.



“Get licking, don’t you dare waste any of your king’s cum,” I ordered with a smile.



Her smile faded away as she ordered, “No, I think you will retrieve your own cum from Skye’s ass.”



“Pardon,” I stammered.



“You’re my bitch tonight, Erica. Now eat your cum,” she ordered.



Her glare and cold tone startled me but I obeyed, dropping to my knees between Skye’s ass cheeks and stared at my white goo.



I felt a hand on my head that pushed my face into Skye’s ass and my cum, “Get eating, Erica.”



I had no choice as I sucked my own cum out of Skye’s ass.



Was it humiliating? Yes.



Was it disgusting? Kind of.



Did it turn me on? Yes.



“Now my little faggot,” she ordered, already impatient with my lack of obedience.



Obeying, like I always did in the end, I lowered myself and tentatively licked Skye’s ass. I had never tasted my own cum, although I had been curious about my own taste. It was quite different from Derrick’s taste, not necessarily better or worse, just different.



A few seconds later, I felt a hand on my head push me into Skye’s ass cheeks as Karen said, “I told you to eat her ass not make love to it.”



I extended my tongue and licked Skye’s rosebud and my cum that was still leaking out of it. The act was so humiliating, so gay and yet my cock was growing again in spite of it.



“Like the taste of cum, Erica?” Karen asked a minute later.



“Ìt’s okay,” I shrugged, not wanting to admit that I actually enjoyed the taste of cum, although it was the taste of Derrick’s cum that popped into my head.



Skye stood up and said, “Sorry, but my legs are cramping.”



Karen laughed, “Well that was fun.”



“Orgasmic,” Skye quipped.



“And you?” Karen asked, pulling me up and kissing me.



“It was…” I paused, before adding playfully, “a little give and take.”



“That it was,” Karen laughed back.



“Can I get undressed?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious of my girlie attire.



“I suppose,” Karen said, as she sat back down and ordered, “Skye come and get me off again.”



I was getting undressed when there was a knock on the door, followed by Derrick’s voice, “Are you done banging your girlfriend, Eric. It’s time for just the guys.”



“Nice,” Karen said, “banging.”



“I did get banged,” I joked, as I finished taking off the dress.



“Keep the thigh highs on, Erica,” she ordered, as she held Skye’s head between her legs.



“Really?” I asked, protesting, “I’m going out with the guys.”



“Do you plan to get naked with them?” she asked.



I thought to myself, ‘Good chance’, yet answered, “Good point,” and pulled my jeans on over the silk thigh high stockings.



“Hurry up or I am coming in there,” Derrick called out.



Skye went to move her head obviously not wanting to be caught in the act of lesbian submission. “Keep licking slut.”



“Be right there,” I called out.



“Be a good girl,” Karen joked as I finished getting dressed.



“Yes, Mistress,” I joked, thinking I would possibly be doing exactly that, my cock undeniably hard at the thought.



I headed out, slipping out the door to not reveal the lesbian action still going on, wondering what Derrick had in mind for me. Even after fucking Skye in the ass, getting ass fucked myself and all the other sexual conquests I had been a part of, both giving and receiving, today, I was already growing again with anticipation of pleasing Derrick again. I really was a straight faggot.



6. BREAKING UP AND FALLING IN LOVE



Once back in the hallway, I walked around the corner and saw a smiling Derrick who asked, “So I am guessing you didn’t dump the ice queen.”



“She isn’t so bad,” I said.



“To you and her posse,” he said.



“I suppose,” I shrugged. “I can’t fathom how I can break up with her and not have her crush me. Breaking up with her is social suicide.”



“Unless you catch her cheating on you,” he said.



“Ironic, since I have already cheated on her,” I replied.



“True, but she doesn’t know that,” he said. “Is she alone now?”



“No, Skye is with her,” I admitted.



“Kinky little fuck isn’t she,” he smiled.



“Thinking of the ass fucking I just took, I said, “You don’t know the half of it.”



“Want me to fuck her?” he asked.



“Pardon?” I asked, surprised by his bluntness, although I shouldn’t have been.



“My bitch cheerleader is Skye; I could easily walk in there now and I bet within five minutes your girlfriend would be on her knees sucking my cock,” he said confidently.



“I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.



“Give me your phone,” he said.



“Why?” I asked.



“Now,” he said.



I did and he instructed, “In ten minutes return to the room to get your phone you accidently left in the room. I am pretty sure you will catch us in the act. Play the devastated boyfriend card and storm out.”



“You can really get her in ten minutes?” I asked.



“Guaranteed,” he confidently said as he texted someone on his phone.



I would have doubted him but I had seen him in action. I watched him walk back the way I just left and waited. I realized I had just chosen to let the guy who had turned me now go and fuck my girlfriend. I also realized I was okay with it if it meant I could end up with Beth when everything was all said and done. One day had changed everything and yet I wouldn’t possibly change a thing.



It was the longest ten minutes of my life, yet when he didn’t come back out a couple minutes after walking in on Skye assumedly still eating Karen, I assumed he was well on his way to turning another white girl to black cock. Oddly, instead of being devastated that my girlfriend was cheating on me, I was jealous that it wasn’t me sucking his cock. I couldn’t deny it; I wanted it in my mouth again. I wondered if I could take all his cock in my ass like coach had. I pondered how Beth and I could have a relationship with the baggage that went with our submission to the same guy.



Tentatively, I went to the door and listened. I couldn’t hear anything and wondered if he was successful. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked in on Karen, bent over, getting fucked from behind by Derrick as Skye was underneath her seemingly still licking her cunt…which meant theologically Derrick was in Karen’s ass. Karen’s sounds were a mixture of moaning and whimpering, clearly she was still getting used to the big cock in her ass.



Hearing the door open, she turned to me and her mouth dropped open.



I stared at her pretending to be shocked even though what I was really thinking was again ‘was if I could take all his cock in my ass’.



I stammered, “W-w-what the fuck are you doing?”



Derrick answered for her, “S-s-she is taking a cock in her tight ass.”



“You fucking bastard,” I snapped.



“Sorry man, I can’t control who wants my chocolate stick,” he said as he continued fucking her.



“Karen,” I said, feigning devastation.



“I-I-I’m sorry,” she struggled to get out as her ass was filled with cock.



“Stop fucking him then,” I demanded, playing the wounded card as well as I could.



“I-I-I can’t,” she moaned, as she grabbed Skye’s shoulders to keep her balance from the extreme ass reaming that was now happening.



“Whatever,” I said, getting angry like I had seen in the movies, “Have the slut, I had her first,” and stormed out.



I went to my car unsure what to do when I was shocked once again. Waiting at my car was Beth.



I walked over to her and said, “Hi, Beth, what are you doing here?”



“Derrick called me to say you and I had a date,” she said confidently.



“Really,” I asked.



“Do we?” she asked.



“I think we do,” I smiled.



“Good, because I am not taking no for an answer,” she said, leaning in and kissing me.



I was in awe. Shy Beth was hitting on me. I melted into her. When Karen and I kissed it was passionate and sloppy; this kiss sent electric shockwaves through me. It was tender, it was passionate, it was urgent and it was perfect.



When the kiss was finally broken, she said, “My parents are out of town this weekend; do you want to go to my place?”



“I’ll go anywhere you want to go,” I said, knowing the difference between lust and love with just one kiss.



“Good, because tonight you’re mine,” Beth said, her hand squeezing my cock.



“Yes, Mistress,” I joked.



“Hmmm, you will be my bitch tonight?” she asked, rubbing my cock, the words out of her cute lips so hot.



“I’ll obey unconditionally,” I said, willing to do anything to be with her.



“Well, getting Derrick to fuck that slut of yours was pretty good proof of your willingness to be mine,” she said.



“How do you know that?” I asked.



“Derrick texted me,” she said. “He said you would be single by the time I got here.”

This story is fiction; it contains depictions of sexual acts between a transgendered woman and a male. If any of this bothers you please feel free to NOT READ IT. With that said, if you are still interested please enjoy.



Chapter Five



For the first time in almost a year I felt truly happy. After our first date I saw Gwen on a nearly daily basis, or at least as often as work permitted. Sometimes we just talked; sometimes we watched TV and movies together. It turned out she and I had a common love for zombie films, and we watched as every single one we could find. Most of our dates ended with Gwen on her knees between my legs. Gwen’s gifted mouth never ceased to amaze me, although it sometimes bothered me that she would not allow me to return the favor. My every attempt was met with resistance, and I never wanted her to feel pressured so I always folded. I really felt like I was falling for her. I loved the time we spent together, and not just the attention she was giving me. Feeling her cuddled up next to me as we sat on her couch, just one look at the smile on her face made me warm and satisfied inside.



The traffic was nearly bumper to bumper as we headed back to my house from the local steak house, and although I was hoping that tonight was the night I still would not pass up more of her oral attention if that was all to come. Gwen was quiet and I could see she had something on her mind.



“What’s wrong?”



“Hmm, oh nothing.” She replied.



“Nothing?”



“Pete, do you like me?”



“What kind of a question is that? Of course I like you; you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I’ve never been with a woman who treated me as good as you do.” I countered.



“Oh.” Was all she said, as she looked down and the quiet set in again.



The traffic hadn’t let up in the least and we were stuck almost ten miles from the turn off. I really wanted her to finish the conversation; I knew there was something she wasn’t saying.



“Oh? What oh?” I asked.



“Well, when you were with your ex, you were only with that guy because she wanted you to be right?”



“Oh, wow. Uh well. Gwen I’m bi. I liked being with him, but…” I trailed off while trying to focus on the car ahead of me.



“So, was it him you liked or was it the sex you liked?” she asked.



“It’s kind of complicated, I’m attracted to women, but I really enjoy being with a man. Where is all this coming from? What’s the real question on your mind?”



“Ah, uh…” she hesitated, “Pete, I’m not a girl.”



“Yeah I know.”



Pete’s response stunned her. “How could he know?” she thought, “Am I that obvious?” Gwen sat silently with her lips parted, unsure how to continue.



“Well, I didn’t KNOW, but I had a pretty strong suspicion.” He said.



“My god, how? Am I ugly? Do I really look like a guy?”



“What! No! You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met.”



“Then how could you tell?” She insisted.



“Well… I have dated a transgendered woman before, and there were a few little tell tale signals.”



“Like what?”



“Like, never wanting me to touch you, down there.” He paused, “And well, it’s just a bunch of small things that by themselves mean nothing but when added up just kinda hinted to it.”



Gwen remained silent with her hands on her knees. She had no idea what to say or how to proceed. She had been figured out for the first time since she began her transition. She wanted to cry, but as she looked sheepishly over at this man she had grown to love she realized that there was no need for fear or sadness. The expressions of love and kindness in Pete’s eyes put her at ease, and the smile on his face brought a realization that he didn’t care about gender or labels, he only cared about her.



“You know, you are the first guy in years to not get mad about it and to figure it out.”



“Gwen, I don’t care what is or isn’t between your legs, you’re the best thing that’s ever happen to me. I love you and that’s all that matters.”



Her eyes swelled with tears as her emotions overwhelmed her. Never before had she felt so happy, so loved, so cared for. She loved him too, and now that she knew she would never have to hide anything from him again she felt complete and whole. Gwen wiped away the tears of joy as she looked for the right words to say.



“So, you really don’t care?” she asked.



“Oh I care, I care about you. I want you to be happy. I want you to stop trying to hide it from me.”



“I will, er I mean I won’t hide anything from you anymore.” She replied, still dabbing at her eyes with the backs of her hands, “God, I love you.”



The conversation lightened as they finally broke free of the heavy traffic. Now only minutes from his house Gwen was looking forward to finally making love to him, completely and wholly. Her feelings for him and her fears of losing him had kept her unfulfilled for far too long and now she was free, free to love him fully. Her mind raced, and filled with thoughts of what she wanted to do to him now that she could. All of her fantasies and daydreams, all the images that she masturbated to while thinking of Pete, she soon hoped to see come to fruition. As they arrived home, Pete held the door open for her. She had seen his house before yet now it seemed to shine in a warm receiving light; it felt brighter and more welcoming like perhaps this could someday be her home as well.



Once inside Gwen wasted little time and quickly embraced Pete, pressing her lips to his and parted them with her tongue. Passionately she filled his mouth with an aggression he had not seen before. With his hands on her hips Pete gave in to the passion, pulling her close to him. He longed for her touch, to feel her pressed against him. With their lips locked together they began to massage their hands over each other’s bodies. Pete brought one hand up behind her head, running his fingers through her silky red hair and the other went lower grabbing her ass and squeezing hard pulling her up onto her toes causing a moan to escape her and enter into him. Gwen had been rubbing his back but now dropped both hands to his firm rear and in a swiftly she clutched him and ground his hips against hers.



It was far more obvious to him now, how much she wanted him. As their bodies rubbed together he knew she could feel his hardness, but it surprised him by just how much of her he could feel straining against him. Slowly her released her beautiful soft behind from his grip and worked his hand between them to get a better feel of what now knew he craved more than any other soul could provide. Encasing her bulge he massaged her through the tight confines of her skin tight jeans. Gwen’s object of lust felt powerful in his hand, he knew it must be huge. The more attention he paid it, the more she moaned in approval. Pete filled with a sense of happiness knowing that he would finally have a chance to please her after all she had done for him. Gwen finally broke the kiss and pulled back with a devious smile stretched across her face.



“You like?” she asked.



“Mmm, baby. I like.”



Swiftly she dropped to her knees and with expert hands she freed his engorged manhood from its denim prison. With a tight grip and a loving kiss to the head she worked his shaft before encasing his within the welcoming warmth and wetness of her mouth. Her loving efforts sent waves of lust though him; ever motion pushed a favorable sound from his lips. With one hand still locked tightly around him she worked her jeans open with the other stopping just shy of releasing herself.



“Do you mind?” she asked, with this tip of his cock at her lower lip.



It took a moment for him to return from his cloud before her comprehended the question, “Hmm, mind what?”



“Can I play with myself?” she asked, expecting no arguments.



“Su…” he paused in mid word as a thought entered his mind, “No, don’t.”



A little disappointed she sucked him back into her lips once before pulling back and asking ‘please’. Pete reached down and grabbed her under the arms, pulling her to her feet. Hastily he brought her to the couch and pushed her back letting her fall into the cushy leather. Within seconds he was on his knees between her spread legs. Pete rubbed his cheek against her thigh as his hand worked diligently to free her large object of desire. It took some effort but with her help he finally freed her from the painfully tight confines of her skin tight jeans.



Pete was in awe of her large sexual flesh that proudly stood before him, pointing out from her body with a slight upward curve. Even with his hand wrapped firmly around it there was still plenty that extended past his last knuckle.



“It’s about nine.” Gwen said smiling down at him.



His eyes tore free from their fixation and looked up to meet hers; “Huh?” was all he could say.



“Nine inches,” She replied, “What do you think?”



“It’s so beautiful, sexy. It suits you perfectly.”



Gwen blushed slightly and let a giggle slip from her, “I’m glad you like it, I really want the two of you to get well acquainted.”



“Oh, we will.” Pete said, as he brought his lips to meet the swollen mushroom shaped head.



Pete brushed her proud member across his lips and let it slip over his face. There was nothing, well almost nothing, manly about her cock he thought. Aside from its length, it suited her well. With its pink head and pale smooth shaft it seemed the perfect extension of her body. Her length was impressive, wrapping one hand around it still left several inches free. Even more so was the large, slightly wrinkled sack that hung at the base. Pete wondered how she could hide those large balls so well all this time. As he savored the feel of it against the skin of his face he could feel it getting slippery. He pulled back to only find a large dollop of pre-cum hanging from the tip and it was growing fast. Pete stuck his tongue out and licked softly from just under the head up past her slit, tasting and enjoying her fluids.



“Mmm, god you’re making me wet Pete.” Gwen groaned.



“Baby, you taste so good.” He said, as he moved forward and lightly kissed her love muscle.



“I hope you don’t mind, I pre-cum a lot.”



“God, you’re so wonderful.” Was all he said before he leaned in and parting his lips, enveloping her.



“Oh god baby, that feels so good.”



She was in heaven as Pete slowly slid forward until his lips met his hand. He pulled back while applying as much suction as he could muster until only her head remained, then repeated the motion and gained speed with each pass. Moans and groans escaped Gwen as he lovingly worked her lustful flesh. Each sound from her drove him on, finally he was giving her the pleasure she had given him. Pete was filled with passion; this was no longer just about pleasing her, he craved her orgasm. Thoughts of her tight feminine body writhing in pleasure filled him with ecstasy. Pete now craved her orgasm; he needed it, to hear her scream his name in her release.



Gwen’s moans and gasps were coming faster now as she could feel her imminent climax approaching. She needed to stop; she didn’t want it to end this way. Images of Pete on his back with his legs spread wide, beckoning her entrance raced through her mind.



“Oh god, Pete. I’m… I’m gonna…” she tried to warn.



Her warnings only caused him to press on as he was now a man on a mission. He had to have this, and his efforts were soon rewarded. Gwen’s back arched and Pete felt her thighs tense as her body bucked upward. The beautiful mushroom shaped head of her passionate flesh swelled in his mouth, and he knew what was soon to follow.



“Uh, uh, god I’m cumming!” Gwen screamed, as she grasped at the leather trying to push her flesh deeper into his loving mouth.



With an unexpected amount of pressure she filled his mouth with her salty liquid. Pete was caught off guard by both the force and the volume at which she was cumming. Within seconds he felt that she was filling him faster than he could swallow, and could feel small amounts of her fluids of passion escaping from his lips. He could help but wonder how much longer this would go on, with such large balls surely she could produce a lot of cum. Gwen collapsed into the couch, feeling completely spent. For a moment she felt that all was right with the world, that for the first time in her life she was truly satisfied.



An overwhelming shock of pleasure shot through Gwen forcing a moan from her. She looked down to find Pete still between her legs, his lips still firmly wrapped around her. With their eyes locked she became conscious of Pete’s love for her, and the sight of a small trail of her juices streaming down his cheek filled her with a sense of pride and appreciation. A smile crept across her face, a smile so sweet and loving. Pete saw it as his reward for a job well done, and though it was, it was so much more.



“Come here.” Gwen seductively said as she motioned with one finger.



“Mmm” he replied.



Gwen moaned as she felt his lips leaving her, the cool air surrounding her now slowly deflating member. As Pete moved up beside her, Gwen brushed a finger across his face, collecting the trail of her seed from his cheek. As she pulled the finger into view they smiled to each other. Pete leaned in and enveloped her finger into his mouth, cleaning all of the creamy white love liquid from it as he pulled back.



“Mmm, so you like?” She asked.



“Love it.” His response made her blush slightly.



“Glad you like it, cause I’m gonna want to give you more.”



“Mmm, oh yeah?” he replied.



“Oh yeah, and often.”



Chapter Six



So there I was, lying in bed, my fiery goddess of sexual desire standing in my doorway. Her red silk gown revealed every exquisite curve of her body, especially the large protrusion leading her way. Gwen stepped forward from the threshold of the master bath. With her hands together she stretched her arms far above her head, arching her back, displaying the perfection of her perk breasts. Her nipples standing firm and clearly visible through the sheer fabric all but made my mouth water. As she stretched the gown lifted, revealing the large swollen head of her sexuality. Now my mouth truly was watering in anticipation.



“Are you ready for this?” she asked in a low, seductive voice.



“God, you are beautiful.” I replied.



Slowly she bent down, slyly creeping onto the bed and over me. As she reached my ridged manhood she smiled up at me. With a devilish grin she lowered her head, breathing deep the slightly musk scent of my maleness. As her head rose, I felt the loving manipulate of her tongue sliding up my shaft.



“Mmm” was the only sound that filled the room.



In one smooth motion she engulfed my rod halfway into her warm, inviting mouth.



“Oh, god baby.” I said.



“You like that?” She asked between strokes.



“Yeah baby. Feels so good.”



As her succulent lips worked me she wrapped an arm around my leg, working and kneading my ass. In only a short moment her fingers found their target, and began massaging my tight hole. Alone her mouth would have been more than enough to satisfy any man, but the gentle, loving attention she paid my puckered opening was what was really driving me over the edge. I had been fucked in the past, but this was different, she wasn’t trying to just get in me, she was making love to me.



“Ooh, oh god!” I gasped as her finger invaded me.



Rising and dropping a few more times, Gwen pulled herself free of me. It was evident to her now that I had prepared for her already. My pre-lubed love canal, although tight, offered little resistance to the petite finger working its way inside.



“Mmm, someone’s prepared.”



“Yeah, just for you.” I replied.



“Good, but let’s get one thing straight…” she said, as she withdrew her finger from me.



“Oh? What’s that?” I asked as Gwen slowly slid up face to face with me. I could feel the thick head of love flesh at my rear, and she was adjusting it so as to be firmly pressed at the opening.



“Ooh!” I gasped as she thrust in, only a few inches but forcefully.



“I’m the top in this relationship baby.” She whispered in my ear.



Again Gwen thrust forward, driving another few inches into me. With her assault on my canal another gasp was driven from my lips, and quickly a long deep moan followed it. As I came back around to reality, the look on Gwen’s face told me everything. Her gaze was piercing me, she was in control and she loved it. She could see the pleasures her passion was inflicting on me, and her face glowed with pride and love from of it.



“Oh, Gwen. Baby you’re so big.” I cooed.



“Mmm yeah, and you’re so tight,” she said, “but you’ll get accustomed to having me inside you.”



“Oh Yeah?” I asked.



“Yeah, cause I’m gonna be there a lot, almost every night, and morning.” She whispered while driving into me again.



“Ooh god baby, yes.” I moaned, “Yes, I want it. I want you in me always.”



Again she pushed, and I felt her inside me, deep. It was slightly painful, but only slightly. The burning however was almost more than I could bear. Gwen held fast in the tight warmth of my bowels. The connection I felt with her that moment was stronger than with anyone I had ever felt before. With her breast pressed against my chest and her large cock buried deep within, I could sense her heartbeat transferring into me through her flesh, and into mine. Her every breath sent waves of pleasure through my skin as the passed my neck.



“Tell me.” She spoke softly to me.



“I want it.”



“What do you want?” she asked.



“I want you. I wanta feel you deep inside of me baby.”



“Mmm, good,” she said as she pushed again, sliding further into the tight warmth of me. “God, I’ve wanted you like this since we first met.”



“Yeah baby, I want it. I want all of you.”



Gwen was losing herself in the lust of the moment, she had never felt so passionate with another person before. There had been men in the past that let her penetrate them, some that even wanted it, but this was the first time that it felt like more. This was more than just sex, more than just one night of lustful fantasy fulfillment, this was a connection of both the physical flesh and the mind. The desire in his eyes with her every movement inside him told the story of what they had, and what was to come.



All of the sensations filling her head were finally taking their toll on her as Gwen’s thrusting quickened. Laying there overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure that were flowing through him, spreading from his loins through his body, Pete’s words were incoherent now, reduced to moans and grunts. The slapping of flesh on flesh as her balls slammed against his cheeks were becoming more than he could bare. One more thrust and Pete was beyond the point of no return, his body tensed, his back arched, and his dick spraying his cum between them splashing the bottom of her breasts as well as some landing on his chest and face. The spasms and contractions of his body on her ridged womanhood was more than Gwen could take sending her to climax.



“OH! OH GOD! YES! Oh baby, I’m cumming!” She screamed out.



“Uh, Oh! Uh yeah!” was all he could muster as he felt the warmth of her filling his insides.



“Oh baby, you were wonderful. I don’t think even cum so hard or so much in my life.” Gwen whispered.



“Mmm, I can tell. I can feel it.” he said with a big smile.



Gwen sank down, collapsing onto his chest. Their cum covered bodies pressing together as they wrapped their arms around each other. With her perky breasts pressed to his chest and half of her slowly softening member still inside him Pete was on cloud nine. It was far and away the most passionate and loving sex he had ever had, and he knew then that he would never want to be with another.



“Oh Pete, I love you so much.” Gwen said, whispering in his ear.



“Gwen, stay with me.” He replied.



“Tonight?”



“Forever.”

Summer 2013, I turned 25 years old. I will not lie and say that I was thrilled or anything like that, to be honest with you, it was quite the opposite. I was not happy in the least bit to be just another year older, as I liked to say. Especially given the fact that at the midway point of my twenties, I still had been unable to find a woman that I could develop a meaningful relationship with.



I’d never, ever, had any real luck with women since I had first started dating when I was thirteen years old… I had been in one relationship after another. Some of them just went sour, some of them had no real chemistry, and then there were the few in which I had been cheated on… like my most recent one with a girl named Nikki.



Maybe, that was what had me so depressed in the first place… see, I had only found out about Nikki cheating on me just a few short days before my 25th birthday and we had been dating for a year. I liked to say that I had actually been in love with her, it was the first time in a long time that I had felt like I could trust a woman. Look where that got me.



So needless to say, I wasn’t quite looking forward to spending my birthday alone. My parents, seeing as I was older now, were obviously not going to throw a party for me. They invited me to dinner, gave me a card and bought me a cake and that was really about all there was to that. My depression had sort of brought me down to a level where I had very few friends anymore, so there was not anyone I could spend it with just hanging out.



All I really had was work and then home to have dinner and maybe crack open a couple of beers. I guess a part of me was almost content with that.



Then, I got a text message from someone I had not spoken with in a little over a year… his name was Rob. Rob and I had been friends since we were ten years old in elementary school. He was the oldest friendship I had in my life, and we had always been in and out of contact with each other over the years but we always remained friends regardless.



Hearing from him after a year of not talking for no real reason, actually seemed to lighten my mood a bit. I smiled as I opened the message and it read, “Happy birthday dude! What are you up to tonight?”



“Thanks man. Probably nothing, not feeling up to anything big this year,” I messaged back.



“Man, give me a call, let’s talk.” He must have been watching for messages as he returned mine almost immediately.



Sighing, I went into the phone book and clicked his name, dialing the number. After a couple brief rings, Rob answered the other end.



“Hey what’s going on bro, it’s been so long.”



“Yeah, I know dude. What’re you up to?” I asked.



“Not much man, listen, you staying in all night on your birthday?”



I hesitated, taking a swig of the beer I had in my hand and leaning my head back against the cushioned recliner.



“Yeah dude… I’m feeling pretty down.”



“What’s wrong?” He quietly asked.



“It’s just… I don’t know man. I’m sick of women, is all I suppose.”



“Nikki broke up with you didn’t she?”



He knew… he always seemed to know. After all, he had known me half of our lives, so I expected he would. Rob always had good luck with women, while I always had shit luck. He tried to help me out quite a few times. It was never his fault that it never worked, he tried, and it was all on me for some reason. I was the one who had apparently been cursed and that was not his fault.



“Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with me man.”



“Nothing’s wrong dude,” he replied. “Listen… why don’t we get together and have a few drinks tonight man? Beats staying home on-”



“I don’t know dude,” I interrupted him, “I’m not feeling up to it really.”



“Oh c’mon Jay, don’t beat yourself up like this. Tell you what… you really don’t want to go anywhere? Let me come over there, I’ll bring a couple six packs and we’ll have a great time.”



I saw no problem with that, what was the harm really? At least this way, I would not have to deal with people or the general public and I would be able to hang out with an old friend and maybe it would cheer me up.



“Yeah sure… come on over,” I agreed.



“Great, I’ll be there in about half an hour.”



We hung up, and I pushed myself up out of the recliner and started tidying up the apartment a little while I waited for him to arrive. About an hour passed before I heard a loud knock at the apartment door, and I went to unlock and open the door. I pulled it open to see Rob standing there with two six packs as promised, and that same old lopsided grin he always had.



We gave each other a handshake and brief hug, before I led him into the apartment and shut the door behind us, then we both took a seat at the kitchen table. We ordered a pizza and split it along with the two six packs he brought with him, and we started catching up on missed time.



I told him about Nikki and how I caught her with her apparent ex-boyfriend. I told him how she had really felt no sort of remorse or anything like that…it really fucked me up, but he could see that clearly without me having to tell him. As we started to feel the effects of the alcohol, we swayed from what I viewed as depressing talk. When I would drink, I was usually more cheerful and I started wanting to talk about happier things the more I felt it kicking in.



I told him about the new job that I’d had for a few months now, and how it was really working out well. He asked about my family and how everyone was doing, and I went on to ask the same questions in return. Somewhere along the line though, I guess I started to feel down again, and naturally, he picked up on it right away.



“Hey man, listen… don’t sweat that Nikki bitch okay? Seriously, the time I met her she came off as a total bitch.”



“Hah, you only met her once Rob.”



“Sometimes it only takes one time to know a bitch,” he slurred and we both laughed.



“Well I appreciate it Rob, but to be honest…you’ve always been the lucky one when it comes to women, and I don’t mean any offense, but I don’t think you understand how it feels to be twenty five years old and have zero luck with women.”



“Ah, come on, don’t be like that. I know what you are saying, I do, but let me tell you something not a lot of people know. The last three years… I wasn’t doing so hot with dating.”



That was a shocker, I thought silently. Rob not doing well with women? That was something I never thought I would hear.



“Well… why not?” I asked.



“To be honest… I don’t really know. I do know what you are feeling. I didn’t say a word about this to anyone until now, but a few years back this one chick I was seeing hooked up with someone else behind my back. Really fucked me up in the long run too, but I don’t know. After that I was just not the same, I started going out and hooking up randomly and drinking a bit more.”



I had never known any of this, it must have happened during one of those periods where he and I had not been in contact all that much. Rob had always been pretty good at keeping things from people when he wanted to, the complete opposite of me, who was the kind of person that you could read easily.



“It’s all good now though, you know why?”



“Why’s that,” I asked curiously.



“Because it made me realize something… women are evil. But you can’t really live without them right?”



“That’s the old saying, yeah,” I said laughing.



“Yes, it is, but what if I told you I found a way around that? I found someone else man… I found someone I actually love, and hell, she’s my best friend.”



Holy shit, I thought to myself. Rob just admitted he had fallen in love with someone? Now that was definitely something I did not see coming.



“That’s awesome dude! What’s her name?”



“Her name is Annie. She’s fucking hot as hell too dude. But I’ll let you in on another secret here,” he said slurring his words.



He was clearly a bit more drunk than I was, so I was not sure whether to take whatever he said next seriously or not, but I laughed and listened as he continued on.



“What if I told you,” he slurred. “That there is a whole different breed of women out there… that can rock your fucking world, like it has never been rocked before. Annie is one of them, and I can tell you, she is living fucking proof. Man, I can introduce you to some people who will make you forget all about Nikki and all those other bitches faster than you can blink.”



I was pretty sure it was the alcohol talking, I started laughing hysterically.



“No, no, dude I’m serious,” he said laughing with me.



“Oh come on Rob, a girl is a girl right? You’re not making much sense.”



“No, listen man… here, look,” he pulled out his cell phone. A few seconds later, he was showing me a picture of a beautiful blonde wearing a sexy blue dress.



He showed me another of the same girl, only in this one she had her arms around Rob from the back and her chin resting on his shoulder as he held up the phone to snap the photo.



“This is Annie,” he said laughing, “Ain’t she fucking gold man?”



“She’s pretty cute,” I replied honestly.



“Right,” he looked at me earnestly, “now what if I told you, I met her somewhere that doesn’t cater to your average women.”



I was really having a hard time trying to figure out where he was going with all of this, but I laughed and listened on.



“I met Annie at a Transsexual club man, she’s a tranny.”



“No fucking way,” I blurted out laughing at him.



Now I really was pretty sure it was just the alcohol talking. There was no way Annie was a transsexual. She looked hot as hell, much like he had described her, and I could not see any reason to believe she was actually a man. He had to be fucking around with me or some shit.



“I’m serious!”



“No you’re fucking not, quit joking.”



“No, really, here look,” he handed me the phone again and my eyes went wide. The next photo he showed me was one of Annie lying sprawled out across his bed, completely naked, legs spread wide apart… and to my surprise, standing straight up from where there should have been a pussy, was a huge, throbbing cock.



It had to be at least eight inches long and it was completely erect and holy shit I was in a state of shock. I had to take a very long swig of my beer before I could clear my head enough to say anything after that. Rob was waiting for me to speak, a huge lopsided grin on his face and he looked like he was ready to laugh at me and my reaction.



“Dude… what the fuck,”



That was the only thing I could bring myself to actually say at this point… what the fuck. Rob was definitely not gay, he had never once given me reason to believe while we were growing up that he was gay. And yet here he was telling me about this hot ass girl he was fucking and then showing me a picture of her and I find out she has a dick. What sense did any of this make? Zero in my opinion, but I believed him now



“Holy shit… that’s real? Like you didn’t Photoshop it or anything?”



“No, it’s completely real, she’s a real transsexual.”



“Wow… I mean… are you gay?”



“Fuck no,” he laughed. “Look at her dude, that’s not a man right? She looks like a woman, acts like a woman, smells like a woman, she even sounds like a woman. She gives better head then a woman though, and that’s because she use to be a man and she knows what men like more than a genetic girl would know. She’s all women she just happens to have something extra.”



“That’s… that’s fucking crazy.”



“I know right? And the best part? Anal sex all the time, do you know how many genetic girls I dated that were willing to have anal sex with me, only one. With a girl like Annie, anal sex is a fucking given.”



He had me laughing again, and I finished off my last beer and stood, my legs shaking beneath me as the room spun just a little. I still had a lot of trouble taking all of this in though, and I had a LOT of questions to ask him.



“So like… do you like… do you always GIVE anal sex to her… or so like, do you take it from her too?”



“Hah, hah, nah man, that’s not for me, some of the guys at the club like it but it’s not my style.



Annie would be willing to do it if I were interested, but we never bother. But listen man, you should come check this place out with me.”



“Nah, I’ll pass,” I replied staggering to the kitchen.



“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun! You’ll love it, I swear. I’m telling you, there is no women like a women with a cock Jay, you will love it I promise.”



“I don’t know… I mean… what if she wants to like… bend me over and stuff?”



Rob started laughing, quite loudly I might add, and I started with him. He stood up from the table, almost knocking over the chair and stumbling out behind me giving me a hard pat on the back.



“There’s all sorts of them there… some like that stuff, some don’t. But I mean even the ones who do like it, they aren’t pushy about that. If you find a girl who wants it and you want it too, that’s great, if you find a girl who wants it and you don’t nine out of ten times they are pretty respectful. No one’s going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”



Maybe it was the beer, but I was actually considering checking this place out. I wasn’t quite sure why, but for some reason I was interested. Maybe it was the fact that he had stressed how much better these women were at making a man feel good then genetic women. But then if he had only been with one of them, how could he honestly say that it wasn’t just him being lucky… like always.



“How do you know their all so great, if you’ve only been with Annie?”



“Only been with Annie? No, I never said that. I was with a couple different ones before Annie. Two or three actually, and they were all great, it’s just Annie is my one and only, that’s all.”



Okay… so maybe he had enough experience to say for sure. Now, I was really starting to consider this. “Alright, fine,” I said finally,



“I’ll go.”



“Great, that’s awesome, I promise you’re going to love this place,” he exclaimed excitedly.



“Listen, me and Annie will be there this Friday night, come on down and I’ll take care of you man, I’ll find you a real sweet girl.”



We talked a little while longer and finally around 12:30 or so Rob left and I locked up the apartment before stripping down to my boxers and climbing into bed. I sighed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about everything that Rob had told me tonight, and I hoped he was right. I hoped this turned out to be worth it, because I was really wondering right now why I had said yes.



Friday came a lot faster then I was anticipating, and by that point, I had decided I was just going to check this place out just to satisfy my friend. There was no real doubt in my mind, I was not going to be attracted to anyone there enough to hook up and have sex with them but there was no reason not to go just to have fun. Plus if I did not at least show up I was pretty sure Rob would be a little irritated with me for it.



So Friday after work, I came home and showered, before throwing on a casual t-shirt and a pair of denim jeans along with my converse sneakers. At about 7:00 I was out the door and in my car heading to the place he had given me directions to, it was called The Raven.



When I got there, I parked my car right around the corner and walked up to find Rob waiting outside smoking a cigarette, and who else did I find with him? The lovely Annie, at his side, smiling and having a seemingly very happy conversation with a few friends. As I got closer, Rob noticed me instantly and waved me over.



“Hey, what’s up, I knew you’d be here!”



“Yeah, I told you I would,” I said and we shook hands. He looked over at Annie and her friends and smiled.



“This is my buddy Jay. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”



“Nice to meet you Jay,” his girlfriend said. “I’m Annie.”



“Nice to meet you too. Rob’s told me a lot about you.”



“Oh he did, did he,” she asked in a joking manner and shooting Rob a funny look.



“So, I guess you know my little secret right?”



“Uh… yeah… not quite so little though, is it?” I said trying to make a joke.



It seemed to work as Annie, Rob and a few of the others standing around started laughing and so did I of course. They all seemed nice enough, I thought, and I felt myself relaxing a little bit. Finally, we all went inside and I was impressed at what I saw for the most part.



It was a pretty big place, lots of room to move around. There were two large dance floors and two bars in between. There was also a balcony, with a third bar on it and an extra set of bathrooms… then there was the basement. Rob told me that this was not your ordinary club, it was, but there were many rules that were allowed to be broken that some places would not let be broken.



In other words, this was your typical club, but a lot of people had a habit of hooking up and having sex HERE instead of leaving together and having sex back at one of their homes. Apparently, it was completely acceptable because according to Rob and Annie, the basement area was dedicated to anyone looking to have sex.



There were private rooms in which a couple, or sometimes more than just a couple, could go to have fun. I wasn’t that impressed by that.



Surprised yes, but I did not actually come here to hook up with anyone, so that part did not really interest me.



Looking around though, I noticed there were a lot of women here. But then I remembered what kind of a club this was, and I found myself wondering just how many of them were actually genetic women. I figured the amount was probably relatively low, considering this place catered mostly to transsexuals.



“Hey, come on let’s go get you something to drink,” Rob said dragging me over to the bar.



I sat down and he got me a beer, and we started talking normally as though we were just back at my place instead of in the middle of a transsexual club. After about half an hour, I noticed that despite what I had told myself prior to coming here, I could not seem to help but look around at my surroundings… and a part of me liked what I saw.



A large amount of these women did not look like men at all. Mostly all of them were very convincing. There was a large variety of them too, white, black, Spanish, a few Asian here and there… it was a place that seemed very friendly to everyone.



I took a swig of my beer as I noticed the familiar tightness in my pants, and I realized that I was having a harder time not being interested in this place then I had intended on having originally.



“Hey, Jay check it out,” Rob said breaking my train of thought. I turned around to face Rob only to find him standing next to me with an extremely attractive girl at his side.



She was tall, maybe about an inch taller then I was. She had shoulder length red hair, piercing blue eyes and a gorgeous body. Her clothing left very little to the imagination, a short skirt and a top that showed off a beautiful amount of cleavage.



Cleavage that almost made me forget once again, that this was not your typical club.



“Jay, this is a friend of mine. Her name is Lisa. Lisa, this is my buddy Jay, we go way back to elementary school.”



I realized then she was actually one of the same people who had been out front earlier when I first arrived with Annie. That meant they were probably friends. She smiled, extending her hand to shake mine.



“Nice to meet you,” she said happily.



“Likewise,” I replied.



“I’ll uh… just leave you two alone for a bit,” Rob said standing up and walking away. I sighed, smiling and shaking my head. I pulled out a seat next to me so she could sit down and she thanked me.



“So Jay, tell me, have you ever been to a place like this before?” she asked.



“No… no, uh… this is my first time actually.”



“Really, a newbie huh… Rob brought you here,



didn’t he?”



We both started laughing, it was not necessary for me to give an actual answer, it seemed like she already knew the answer was a yes. We started talking and getting to know one another and I bought her a few drinks and we talked some more and before long I felt like I was really getting along with her. Then she said,

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