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Authors name: Anon NixPixer (c) 1994
Story title : My Transexual Girlfriend
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My Transexual Girlfriend (M/?, oral, anal)
By Anon NixPixer (c) 1994
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I'd only moved into town a few weeks before, and so far
hadn't met many people in Los Angeles. The first person
I noticed right off was the woman who lived upstairs and
across two apartments from my own place. She had long
brown hair, and a slender build, and she was attractive
in a way I couldn't quite pin down.
I would watch her come and go on nights when I was stuck
in my apartment. She had friends, and lots of them, and
sometimes they would come over, or she would go out with
them, sometimes all night.
One Saturday night, it must've been about midnight when
I heard a knock at my door. I opened the door, wearing
only a pair of running shorts, and it was her. She
explained that she'd locked herself out, and needed to
call the manager, who didn't live at the complex, to
come let her in. "Can I use your phone?" she asked.
I of course said yes, and let her inside. She was
wearing a long black skirt, practically to her ankles,
soft and of some material like crushed velvet, only
lighter. It outlined her features perfectly. I could
tell when she passed that she'd been out drinking. She
was tipsy as she went across the room.
As she bent over the phone to dial, I felt myself
getting hard, though I tried to suppress it. Figuring
that she would take a minute or two on the phone, I
gently rubbed at it through the fabric of my running
shorts as I stood behind her.
To my chagrin, though, she hung up without talking to
anyone at the other end. "I guess no one's home," she
said. "I'll have to try later." Her gaze fell on the
bulge in my running shorts, and she smiled, a little
drunkenly, I thought.
"My," she said, "is that for me?" She came over to me
and, to my astonishment, began rubbing at it through my
shorts. "You know, I've seen you watching me," she said.
She said she didn't mind, that she'd been watching me,
too.
She kissed me, and my hands went to her breasts,
kneading them as she rubbed my crotch. They were soft
and warm in my hands, and she moaned as I touched them.
I parted her blouse, and ran my hands directly over her
breasts, pinching the nipples. She knelt down in front
of me, and my shorts were off in a second, my cock
pointing straight at her.
She licked the head several times, flicking her tongue
over it before sliding it into her mouth. Soon her head
was bobbing at my crotch, swallowing every inch of me.
Her mouth was soft and wet, and she worked it like there
was no tomorrow. It was wet with both our juices in no
time. I reached down toward her skirt, but she pulled me
to the floor.
"Down here," she said, and lay me on my back. She pulled
her blouse aside to reveal more of her breasts, and then
straddled my hips, her long skirt rising up before me.
She slowly lowered herself, letting the skirt pile up
all over me as she descended. I briefly felt the part of
fabric -- crotchless undies, I assumed -- and then she
reached back behind her and took hold of my cock. I
figured she'd continue to lower herself slowly, but to
my surprise, after sliding her hand up and down my cock
a few times, she dropped down onto it fairly quickly.
Before I really knew what was happening, I was inside.
It felt wonderfully tight, and the fact that I couldn't
see anything, that it was all invisible under her soft
skirt, somehow added to the experience. With her hands
on my chest for balance, she began to raise and lower
herself onto me. I lay back and enjoyed the sensations.
Her own head was thrown back as she rode my cock. I
started to reach under the skirt to massage her pussy
when she took my hands and placed them on her breasts,
telling me to squeeze them. I did, hard.
She moaned, and began to sit on my cock harder and
faster. Now, though, I began to notice that the angle
felt wrong somehow. It felt no less wonderful, but she
was too far up for me to be in her pussy. I slid my
hands up her legs and, before she could react, found her
pussy...only to find a cock instead.
She instantly stopped, sitting without moving, waiting
for my reaction. I didn't know what to say, which must
have been the right thing, because she slowly lifted her
skirt to reveal the swollen cock beneath. It was clear
that she had slipped me into her ass as she had first
descended.
She was, she explained quickly, a pre-op transsexual,
that she had tried to avoid having sex with anyone until
she had the final stage of the operation, but it was
taking a long time to get all the money in hand for the
procedure, and she was going crazy without sex, and that
if I was really turned off, we'd stop.
But the truth was that ever since I found out, my cock
had gotten harder in her, not softer. Tentatively, never
having touched one before, I reached out and stroked her
cock, which was hard to the touch. Noting my acceptance,
she began to move up and down on me again, finding her
rhythm again. I'd never thought of myself as
particularly gay, but somehow this was okay; she was
mostly a woman, after all. Not that I really needed much
of a rationalization; it felt too good for much
thinking.
She continued riding me, harder and faster, stroking her
own cock until suddenly my hips arched and I came within
her. She gasped as I came, her face flush. She slowed,
then stopped, sitting on me as I slowly softened inside
her.
All the while, she kept stroking her cock. I watched it,
fascinated. She hesitated, then finally asked, "Do you
mind?"
I knew what she was asking, and after a moment, I
nodded. She got me onto all fours, and moistened her
cock with some hand-cream from her purse. She was still
wearing her skirt, and raised it, letting it fall over
my back as she positioned herself behind me. I could see
our reflection in the hall mirror, and marveled at the
sight of the gorgeous woman, with a secret beneath her
skirt, moving up against me, her cock nudging at my ass.
Because it wasn't very big, her cock slipped in with
surprising ease. Once past the sphincter, it slid softly
into my ass until it was buried to the hilt. Then,
slowly, she began to move back and forth, her long nails
brushing my back as she stroked in and out of me. I lay
flat on the floor and she covered me, her breasts warm
on my back, her cock hot in my ass, moving slowly and
sensuously as she fucked me.
She hadn't been in me more than a few minutes when
suddenly her whole body spasmed, and I could feel her
cock twitching in me as she came. She bit my shoulder as
it filled me. She wriggled it back and forth a few times
as it softened, then finally pulled out, then lay down
beside me.
That was a year ago. Tomorrow, we move in together....
END
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