From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Cassandra 1/2 Date: 14 Mar 1996 22:15:15 GMT Cassandra Part One It had been exactly one year, this night, since he had stumbled onto this place. And except for last Friday's visit - a reconnaissance mission really - this was the first time he had been back. He could still remember walking into the club that fateful night 365 days ago, and how his heart was pounding with excitement as he began to mingle with the crowd. Almost immediately he had become aware of something very different about these people, especially the women, although he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was that was tugging at his mind. But a loud comment - or was it a joke? - had ultimately forced him into full awareness of the uniqueness of this place. And suddenly he realized that many of the women here were not really women at all, but were instead boys! The strangest thing of all, however, was that for the first time in his life he suddenly knew that he wanted to be a woman. Because of that night, his entire life changed forever. Secretly, he began calling himself Cassandra and started to act like a girl whenever he was alone. In the meantime he dieted, and exercised, and learned about being a crossdresser. He practiced putting on makeup, shaved his legs, and grew out his hair slightly. His only dreams were of being a girl. Eventually, those dreams turned into fantasies, wherein men would seduce "her" into having sex with them, and later "she" bought a dildo so that her fantasies became closer to reality. Life had never been so good. But now a year had passed and Cassandra thought she was ready for her first public appearance as a woman. And what better time to do that than the anniversary of her accidental discovery of Club Copa. Indeed, what better place! Now, as she sat in her car trying to muster the courage to step out into a different world, her mind raced over the things she had done today to prepare for this moment. The prissying and pampering had started the moment she had arrived home from work, and the first thing she did was to remove every trace of unladylike hair with a depilatory and then a razor. Afterwards she spent almost a full hour luxuriating in a rich bubble bath while she passed the time reading a torrid romance novel. Of course, she had pretended she was the girl in that story, even during the love scenes. Shortly after the dinner hour, Cassandra slipped into her undergarments: bra, panty, garter-belt and stockings (all black) then pranced about the apartment for a time as she conducted one last practice session walking in her new, four-inch, black-patent leather pumps. Her press-on nails came next, which she polished with a very sexy ruby colored enamel while sitting on the sofa watching television (the fashion channel) and alternatingly crossing and uncrossing her feminine looking legs as she waited for her nails to dry. Cassandra liked putting on her nails before makeup because it was so much more enjoyable seeing her pretty fingers in the mirror - especially when she was putting on her lipstick. It never ceased to amaze Cassandra how fun it was putting on makeup and how womanly she felt after doing it. This time, she had gone all out to achieve an elegant evening look and had used every technique she had learned over the past year to make herself look feminine and pretty. The foundation was perfectly matched to her facial skin, and a carefully selected blush gave her that radiant, youthful look that she had always enjoyed seeing in other women. Her natural blue eyes were beautifully framed by no less than four shades of violet and gold eye powders, properly blended of course, and were set off by the thickest and longest mascara coated eyelashes she had ever been able to achieve. Cheryl Tiegs would have been proud of her this day. But by far the most enjoyable aspect of a makeover was, for Cassandra, when she put on lipstick, in this case a shimmering red that exactly matched her long nails. To her, that was always the moment that marked her complete transition from male to female - even if only in mind. The sound of a car door slamming shut somewhere nearby snapped Cassandra's mind back to the present, and peering through her rear- view mirror she noticed a man a few rows back beginning to make his way towards the club from between several parked cars. As a diversion from her obvious nervousness, Cassandra watched the fellow until he had disappeared around the corner of the building. Swallowing hard, she knew it was now the time for her own entrance. Anxiously, Cassandra got out of the car, brushed her dress free of wrinkles, and then began the long walk around the building to where the main entrance of the club was located. Her fear of being discovered made her want to turn around and go back home, where she would be safe in the privacy of her own apartment, but the thrill of being dressed in public and the prospect of a new, more meaningful life kept her going. After a few cautious moments, her steps started coming easier. And instead of concentrating on her fear of being discovered, she was now able to notice how wonderful it felt to be wearing a dress in the cool night air. She felt, and barely heard, her nylon-ed thighs gently swishing against one another as she walked - oh, how she loved that - then became acutely aware of how the gentle breeze was making the fringe of her blue silk dress dance about her knees. When she finally arrived at the entrance, she went up the front steps of Club Copa with her hips swaying underneath the smooth fabric of her lovely dress and her heels clicking tantalizingly on the concrete. A pair of men stood outside the front doors and stared at her luridly as she passed; one of them said hello. But Cassandra pretended to ignore them as she flicked her long blonde hair back over her shoulder in a manner that conveyed to her admirers the message that they'd have to do better than that to get into her panties. In actuality though, she was tremendously excited; her scarlet lips curled lustily and her breathing almost stopped. Smiling slightly, she hoped they were staring at her shapely ass as she strutted into the club. She was also thinking how wonderful it must feel to have two men pumping her full of meat - one in each of her holes. Once inside, Cassandra walked quickly to the area she had picked out for herself the Friday before, sat down, and put her purse on the table. After crossings her legs and adjusting her skirt yet another time, she looked around the club and noticed that it was only about a third full. But if last week was any indication she knew this place would be bopping long before midnight ever arrived. So far, most of the patrons were men, but to her delight she saw four or five other exotic-looking TVs arrayed about the premises as well as a dozen or so real females. This place had it all, she thought: gay men, TVs, lesbians, straights. It was the kind of club she wish she had discovered a long, long time ago, no doubt she'd be a regular from now on. A waiter soon came by to take her order. Cassandra quickly sensed his acceptance of her as a normal patron and, because of that, she immediately felt a little more relieved about what she was doing. She asked for a cola and exchanged smiles with the college-aged man as he left to get her drink. When the waiter came back, Cassandra slipped her pretty fingers into her purse to retrieve some money. After fishing through its contents for a moment, she found some bills underneath her lipstick and compact and pulled them out. "Keep the change," she said. "Thanks," he replied, rocking slightly to the beat of the music. "This your first time here?" "No - I mean yes. I was here last week, but not like this." He nodded his head as if he understood. "I thought so, my name's Bill." He and Cassandra shook hands and she told him her name. "So is this your first night on the town, if you know what I mean?" Cassandra nodded shyly. "In that case I have to warn you," he began, "these guys are gonna climb all over you before the night's over. There seems to be an acute shortage of pussy-sticks right now and an abundance of horny fellows looking for them. I hope you know what your getting into?" Cassandra blushed. "I can take care of myself," she said. "But thanks for the warning, Bill." "Any time," he intoned. "I gotta go, I'll talk to you later and see how your doing. Have fun," he said as he walked towards the bar. Cassandra's heart raced and she wondered if it could really be true that so many of these men were here to pick up TVs such as herself? She certainly hoped so. For it would be a lousy ending to such a promising day if she had to while away the wee hours of the morning sucking on a dildo instead of a real penis. She had never sucked a real cock before, but tonight she was absolutely determined things would be different. Sipping her cola, Cassandra studied the men standing along the bar. Most of them were watching the few people on the dance floor and half of the others were engaged in conversation with friends. But a couple of the guys seemed to be checking out the TVs sitting at the tables - to her extreme excitement, Cassandra even noticed that at least three of the men were closely watching her. Putting on a show for them, Cassandra daintily held her drinking straw between her fingers so that her scarlet polished nails were clearly visible. Then pursing her glossy lips around the end of the straw she sucked some of the cola into her mouth and pretended she was performing fellatio on a very tiny cock. "Hi there," a female voice suddenly said from the other side of the table. Cassandra almost dropped her glass and quickly twisted in her seat to see who it was that was talking to her. Tossing her hair over her shoulder and splaying the fingers of her free hand across her heart Cassandra looked up to see a very beautiful oriental woman standing near her side. "Oh, I'm sorry," the woman said, "I didn't mean to surprise you. I just saw you sitting here and I thought I'd come introduce myself. Your new here, aren't you?" This woman was gorgeous. Her thick hair was jet-black and hung almost all the way down to her slim waist. She wore a one- piece mini-skirt outfit the same color as her hair, a lot of silver jewelry, and stood on skyscraper come-fuck-me pumps that Cassandra wished she owned. Her sensuous lips glistened in the disco-lights a deep crimson and matched the exquisiteness of her long, delectable fingernails which she now held out in order to exchange a handshake. Cassandra caught her breath then reached out and joined hands in greeting. "Yes, I am," she said, trying - but failing - to match the femininity of her voice with that of this woman's. "My name's Cassandra." "And I'm Lori," said the oriental girl without a trace of any foreign accent. "May I sit down?" Cassandra vigorously nodded, helped Lori pull out a chair and watched her slip into it. The oriental woman's eyes sparkled mischievously as she looked Cassandra over a moment or two. Meanwhile, she squirmed, prim and sexy, in the chair to get comfortable, then placing an elbow on the table, she rested her cute chin in her hand and gazed towards the men at the bar where Cassandra's attention had recently been directed. "If you think those guys are hunks," she said, "just wait another hour or two. There will be more good- looking men running around there than in a GQ alumni reunion party." After a moment she redirected her gaze to Cassandra and softly said, "ooh, your so pretty." Cassandra felt a wave of femininity pass through her body that left her drowning in a wake of sensuousness. Unconsciously she batted her eyelids once or twice before replying. "Thanks, Lori. But I only wish I looked like you - your really beautiful." Cassandra for the first time wondered if Lori was perhaps a transvestite or transsexual, and not a real girl. It seemed unlikely, given the perfection of her face, body, and voice. But if she was, then this oriental girl was probably one of the best looking TVs in the world. Her melon-sized breasts were perfectly rounded and her large, erect nipples pushed out through the fabric of her dress as if they desired to be licked and caressed. And her skin looked like it had the texture of a baby's softness. Considering the extravagance of Lori's femininity Cassandra concluded that this lady was indeed a woman. With this belief came the realization that Cassandra was fantasizing about being Lori's lesbian lover. At that moment all she could think about was burying her tongue in the creamy sex of Lori's cunt and making her the happiest woman in the world. Suddenly the idea of sucking a dildo and being fucked by one didn't seem so bad after all - as long as she was doing it with Lori. Despite her feelings of lust, Cassandra managed to put on a civilized air. "Are you Chinese?" she asked. "Uh huh," Lori sweetly said. But I was raised from early childhood in Boston. That's why I don't have an accent. Hell, I don't even speak a word of Chinese!" The two girls laughed together. From that point on they found it very easy to talk to one another. And sometime during the course of their conversation Lori told Cassandra she was a bisexual female - not a TV - and off n came to the Copa to meet attractive men and women. In fact, Lori had at first thought Cassandra was a real woman also and had come over to determine her sexual preference. It was only after she had gotten very close that she realized her mistake. Cassandra was pleased to hear this and she asked Lori if she thought she could pass as a woman. "Without a doubt," she replied. "You're a honey of a bitch, Cassandra." She wasn't sure, but Cassandra thought she might have detected a momentary look of longing in Lori's shimmering eyes. And knowing that Lori was bisexual, Cassandra realized she now had another reason for wishing she had a pussy; it would be so fantastic, she thought, to have beautiful Lori curled between her thighs licking her moist vagina. She shuddered at the thought of all that unobtainable ecstasy and regretted the fact she could never know the experience. But in any case, she was thankful that the evening was, so far, going better than she had expected and she tried to stop fantasizing about Lori so she could pay better Attention to their conversation. "Did you do your make-up yourself?" asked Lori. "And is that your real hair, or a wig?" "It's a wig," admitted Cassandra, reaching up with a palm to make sure everything was in place. "But, yes, I did all my own makeup. Is it okay?" "It's fabulous. You look like a real girl. How did you learn to do that?" "I bought a beauty book, and I practiced a lot at home." Lori nodded her head. "Well you've done a wonderful job, Cassandra. You look positively stunning and you'll have no problem getting picked-up - that is, I'm assuming that's what you want?" Her statement was more of a question than an assertion and she waited for Cassandra's answer. "Of course," she replied, slightly embarrassed. Just then Lori's posture stiffened and Cassandra realized that something on the other side of the club had caught her new friend's attention. A moment later Lori stood up on her tip-toes and waved emphatically towards the front entrance, but the person she was waving to apparently didn't see her and Lori said she had to leave in order to go talk to someone. Before excusing herself, however, she implored Cassandra not to leave the club without first saying goodbye; she said that she wanted to exchange phone numbers with her later on so they could stay in touch. Overjoyed that Lori would want to do that, Cassandra happily agreed. After they waved goodbye to each other Cassandra was again alone. She took this as an opportunity to check her lipstick. Pulling the compact from her purse she looked at herself in the small mirror and was happy to find that everything was in order. But as she started to close the lid she noticed out of the corner of her eye that one of the men that had been staring at her earlier was sitting at the next table and was watching her intently. Cassandra's luscious mouth formed a coy smile in the mirror and she decided to play upon this guy's interest in her. Though she didn't need to, Cassandra took out her lipstick and began tracing the red tip along her pouting and curling lips as if she were teasing a hardon. She took her time and made sure the fellow got a good view as she checked, then double checked her lips. Feeling petite and feminine, Cassandra smiled, tossed back her hair and put away her makeup. She pretended to glance at the man briefly then looked back at him for a moment, flashing her eyes at him. Apparently, this was too much for the man and he instantly came over and asked Cassandra if she wanted to dance. Cassandra looked him over before she answered. He was a tall gentleman - over six feet high she gladly noted - and he obviously had a very trim and healthy looking body underneath his dark grey, three- piece suit. His masculine face was framed by curly, brown hair and despite the fact that he wore glasses, he was extremely handsome and confident in his appearance. Cassandra instantly liked what she saw. "Actually, no," she said, watching the eyes behind the lenses blink in disappointment. "But I do need another drink and someone to keep me company for a while." The man's sudden smile made his glasses fall lower onto his nose and he had to reach up to set them back right. Quickly scanning the area, he waved to a waiter to get his attention and pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the table where Lori had been sitting. He pushed it closer to Cassandra and sat down. Just as they finished exchanging perfunctory greetings - his name was James - Bill came over and took their orders. Then as he turned to go back to the bar, Cassandra saw him smile at her as if he were silently telling her that she was doing just fine. "You know, Cassandra," James began. "If I may come right to the point - I've been watching you ever since you arrived here tonight, and quite frankly, I can't take my eyes off you. I come here quite often, and never - I really mean this - never have I seen a woman as gorgeous as you are right now." James came on to her like a deprived sailor that had been lost at sea for years and in a matter of minutes he had bluntly told her that he needed the attentions of a soft feminine creature, like herself, so that he might make it through the night. Like a sponge, Cassandra absorbed everything he was telling her and sat demurely in her chair anticipating and loving his every word. By the time Bill brought them their drinks James had his chair scooted as close to Cassandra as was physically possible and had his arm around her shoulders as if they had been lovers for years. If Cassandra had had a pussy, she knew it would have been soaking wet by now - such was her growing arousal for this man. He started asking her personal questions; how long had she been dressing as a woman? Did she like oral sex? Had she ever made love to a man? And every one of them drew from her an answer that seemed to heighten her sensuality and her femininity. His questioning also made it seem like she was being interviewed for the position of being his personal fellatrix and the way she responded to him made it fairly obvious she was trying her best to get that job. In fact, within thirty minutes of their meeting, James had actually succeeded in making Cassandra believe that her only purpose in life at that moment was to submit to him sexually; for he had made her so horny that she would have gladly given him head right there at the table if he had asked for it! At the peak of her arousal James pulled Cassandra closer to him and gently turned her chin towards his face. With his mouth so near to hers that she could feel his breath on her lips he whispered, "I want to fuck you, Cassandra." Sighing, Cassandra closed her eyes and waited for James' kiss. It came like his whisper; first the soft touch of their lips brushing together then the hardness of his tongue as he penetrated her. James licked the inside of her mouth and she responded by sucking on his wet probe. Cassandra placed her hand on James' lap and began stroking his leg, then finding the bulge in his trousers, she lingered there and touched him tenderly with the edges of her long, red fingernails. She began tracing the word `suck' on his cock and felt it grow steadily until she estimated there was at least seven inches of hard meat under his pants. During a pause in their petting, Cassandra saw Lori going into the lady's room. Abruptly, she told James she needed to powder her nose, then took her purse and left the table to go find her new girlfriend. As the club was now fully packed, Cassandra had to squeeze between scores of men and women on her way to the restroom and many of the men she came face to face with greeted her with lewd suggestions or sincere hellos. Finally, after bumping into about twenty or thirty people and getting pinched on the ass a half- dozen times by unseen fingers, Cassandra stumbled into the lady's restroom and found Lori at a large, elongated mirror fixing her makeup. "Hi Lori," she said. The oriental fox glanced sideways and squealed in delight at seeing Cassandra. "Hello, Cassandra," she said sexily. Then after exchanging hugs, she returned her gaze to the mirror to brush on more mascara. "I was going to come and talk to you a little while ago but I saw you had company," she said in a slow, teasing tone. Just then someone tapped Cassandra's shoulder to let her know she was blocking the way into the restroom. After moving to the side a little, Cassandra mumbled an apology to a tall brunette who quickly passed by and who then headed directly to a stall. The incident suddenly made Cassandra fully aware, as if nothing else had, that she was now dressed as a woman and was in a lady's room talking about boys! To top that off, she had just been making out with a man! "He's really good looking," Lori continued, "care to share him with me or are you going to keep him all to your horny little self?" Cassandra was reminded of Christie Brinkley by the way Lori talked. She could only hope she sounded half as feminine. "You can have the leftovers," joked Cassandra. They laughed. "Actually," she continued, "the reason I came is that I want to give you my number. I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be here tonight." Lori's jaw dropped open so that her lower lip pouted sexily and her eyes widened appreciatively in mock surprise. After that she gave Cassandra a knowing, seductive kind of wink, and started to turn back to her mascara. But just then an expression of concern crossed her face and she said, "Sweety, you need to fix your lipstick. I wonder what could have happened to it." She again smiled provocatively then took Cassandra's purse. "Here, let me help." Withdrawing the lipstick, Lori twisted the bottom of the container then carefully applied fresh color to Cassandra's lips. "Your mouth is absolutely gorgeous. I can see why your friend wants to get you into bed." Cassandra blushed, then after Lori had finished she took out a pen and wrote down her telephone number on a piece of tissue; Lori did the same for her. After promising to call each other sometime in the next day or two, the girls joined cheeks and Cassandra left to go back to James. When she arrived back at the table she slid down into the chair that James guarded for her and right into one of his comfortable arms. Crossing her legs she sidled up close to him and draped her hand across his leg. As they listened to the music James gently squeezed her shoulder from time to time or playfully wrapped a few strands of her long, blonde hair around one of his fingers. Occasionally, their mouths met in passionate encounters of lust. After a while the D.J. started playing a few slow numbers and James asked her to dance again. This time she couldn't refuse. With James leading her onto the dance floor, her hand in his, Cassandra noticed that many of the men at the bar looked her over as she sashayed past them. Your a little too slow, fellas, she mused, I already have my man. As the two fell into each other's arms, Cassandra put her head against James' chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. He then placed his hands on her derriere and pulled her closer. Slowly, in rhythm to the music, she wiggled her ass and immediately felt his penis come to life upon her belly. Cassandra felt exhilarated in the care of James' soft touch, and he seemed to sense the femininity he aroused in her as he gently squeezed and stroked her silk-covered bottom. When the song ended, they found themselves kissing tenderly with each other's breath whispering across their faces. As they left the dance floor James said to her, "come on, baby, I'm taking you home now." From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Cassandra 2/2 Date: 14 Mar 1996 22:17:00 GMT Cassandra Part Two Cassandra waited impatiently while James tried to find the correct key for his apartment door. After an interminable moment she heard a faint click and watched as the door parted from its threshold. "There," he said triumphantly, "I always keep forgetting to turn the outside light on when I leave." He stepped aside and motioned for Cassandra to enter. After they were both standing inside the foyer and the door had been closed behind them, James took Cassandra in his arms and pulled her close to him. She looked up into his face and he slowly lowered his strong mouth onto hers. He began licking her softly, and teasingly inserted his tongue between her aroused lips. She felt James' bulge growing against her tummy and reached down to stroke it. At the moment she touched his penis James slid his tongue as far into her waiting throat as he could and she began sucking on it like it was his dick. A wave of lust whelmed through Cassandra's body and she reluctantly pulled away from James' kiss to tell him that she wanted to suck his cock. This was the moment she had been waiting for all day long and she couldn't wait to feel a man's erection burrowing deep inside her throat. He made her beg for it between kisses. "What do you want to do do me?" he asked gutturally. "Suck your cock," sighed Cassandra. "I need to suck your cock." He licked her mouth once more then said, "Then get on your knees, bitch, and give me head, and if you know what's good for you, you'll take great care to please me." James' words left her feeling totally submissive. Dropping to the floor, Cassandra positioned her face near James' crotch and reached up with her hands to free his manhood. After slowly unzipping him, she took hold of his prick and let it hang heavily a few inches from her curled lips. She wrapped all of her fingers around the weighty cock and gently began to massage it to full erection. Cassandra couldn't believe that a man's penis dangled tantalizingly in front of her face and that it was her pretty fingers that she saw wrapped around it, pumping it to life. Cassandra pulled down the corner of James' trousers so that she could get a view of his balls. They were large and hairy and when she finally managed to free them completely she found that they hung a full three inches towards the floor. "Lick it, whore," James commanded. Cassandra flashed her made-up eyes at the man standing above her and began doing as he said. After slowly wetting her ruby lips with her tongue, Cassandra took James' cock and started coating it with her slippery mouth. Though she had never before sucked cock, Cassandra knew very well what felt good to a man and she did to James what she liked others to do to her pussy-stick. She licked lasciviously along the entire length of James' man-meat and along the rim of his large purple head. Once it glistened and shined to her satisfaction, Cassandra then aimed the dick into her eager mouth and began fellating the velvety tip with her lips and tongue. Drops of pre-cum oozed out of the shaft and fueled her femininity even more. She lapped up the juice eagerly while playing with James' balls in the hope they would continue to feed her with the delicious, salty treat. James was now moaning softly and he began thrusting his penis in and out of her mouth. "Deeper, bitch," he whispered. Obediently, Cassandra let more and more of James' cock slide into her mouth as the minutes passed. She could smell his musk and it aroused her greatly, made her equal to the task of servicing the man that had mounted her face. With one hand gently playing with James' balls and the other pumping his shaft, Cassandra found that she was a natural at cocksucking - she supposed that practicing on her dildo was the reason. James reached down and took Cassandra's face in his hands then started a more pronounced delivery into her mouth, "oohing" and "ahhing" as he sawed his cock into the depths of her mouth. In turn, she grabbed the cheeks of his ass and concentrated on allowing as much of the cock into her throat as was womanly possible. In the dim light of the foyer, she could see the glistening shaft sliding deeply in and out of her lips and the eroticism of the sight made her close her eyes as another wave of feminine passion flooded her body. Suddenly, she realized that James' balls were slapping against her chin as he steadily humped her face, and his pubic hair was tickling her lips every time the head of his cock plunged into her throat - she had taken all seven inches of this stud and was loving it! Cassandra heard James loudly groan among the other squeaky sounds of cocksucking she, herself, was making then felt a warm fluid splash against her tonsils. A heartbeat later her mouth was full of sperm and James had temporarily withdrawn so that he could spray her face and lips with two or three more spurts of his cock juice. Cassandra took this as an opportunity to swallow the creamy load still in her mouth, but an instant later James shoved his cum-coated cock back into her face as the last remaining vestiges of his climax caused his body to rock and his manhood to buck inside of her. Emotionally, Cassandra found herself on a new high. She heard herself softly whimpering as she continued giving James slow, loving head. And although he had already cum in her mouth, Cassandra wasn't ready to relinquish her toy. Sometimes she withdrew his penis from her mouth and rubbed it on her cum covered face only to re-insert the shaft so that she could clean it off with her hot tongue. After she had licked him clean, James stepped away from her and pulled Cassandra to her feet. He then led her into the living room and sat her down next to him on his sofa. "You know, Cassandra," he said, "I can't believe your not really a woman. You look so beautiful and feminine, and your mouth is so soft and warm - it feels like a pussy." His comments made Cassandra glad she had decided to come out of the closet and she hoped he would continue to talk to her this way. "Thank you, James," she said as sweetly as she could. Then looking down at the hand she was holding in her lap she shyly intoned, "you know something, you're really quite good at making me feel like a woman. I like you." James smiled at her in understanding and they shared a moment of silence together before he spoke again. "Are you taking hormones?" he asked. Cassandra shook her head. "No." "Well you should," he said. "Just think of the body you'd have - nice, firm breasts to suck on while I fucked you, shapely hips, soft skin. Mmmm." James shuddered on the sofa from the thought. "I'd love to see you in a bikini." "That would be nice," admitted Cassandra, wildly imagining the possibilities. "Well, why don't you go see a doctor and find out more about all this. It would be a terrible waste if you didn't do it - your just too damn foxy not to!" After Cassandra said she would think about it, James took her hands and placed them over his flaccid penis. Then embracing her closely he began kissing her again. Cassandra instinctively started pumping his cock with one hand and tickling his balls with the other while she allowed James to passionately lick her mouth like it was a cunt. As his cock started to grow in her hand, James pushed her head down into his lap and said, "Get it wet and hard, Cassandra." Obediently, she positioned her face over her big toy and parted her lips to receive the head of his cock. She swirled saliva onto the tip like she was filling an ice cream cone then wrapped her lips over the now familiar prick. Bobbing her head up and down along the length of the velvety shaft she began to whorishly suck on James' manhood. She felt like a little, cock- loving slut - actually, she now was - and began whimpering from the ecstasy of being face fucked. "Ooh, yes," moaned James, "your good. And you really like sucking cock, don't you?" Cassandra pulled the dick from her mouth and caught her breath. Strands of saliva stretched between her shimmering lips and the head of the cock as she spoke. "Yes," she said trembling with lust, "I love it." "Do you want me to fuck you now?" "Oh, yes. Please," she said, begging for it. "James, fuck me now - like a woman." "I'll think about it," he teased, pushing her head back onto his prick. Cassandra continued sucking him until he was fully erect in her mouth. And once again, she found herself deep- throating James as she basked in the pleasure of having a man nestled deep inside her throat. She wondered why it took her so many years to discover she liked doing this. "Okay, bitch, get off that cock and get into my bed. But first make yourself pretty for me." Cassandra sat up and kissed James before finding her way to his bedroom. She went to the mirror above the dresser and checked her hair and make-up. After putting on fresh lipstick (as she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't believe that it was her mouth that had just been fucked) she undressed so that the only things she was now wearing were her garter-belt, black stockings, and pumps. Her rigid cock pointing the way, she then climbed into James' bed and waited for her new lover. He came to her a minute later and undressed completely as he lustily examined her body. Opening a drawer in an end table he removed a small plastic jar and got onto the bed. He hovered over Cassandra then sucked and pinched her nipples, making her writhe from the pleasure of his dancing tongue. She remembered what he had said to her earlier and she now wished she really did have large breasts so that he could squeeze and caress them; she imagined herself walking down a crowded beach in one of those skimpy, two-piece bikinis with her breasts jiggling and her hips swaying. At that very moment Cassandra suddenly decided she would see a doctor that same week to find out more about those hormone treatments. Cassandra felt James putting some lubrication on her asshole and she spread her legs as far as she could to allow him easy access to her brown love hole. He finger-fucked her for a few precious minutes, preparing her well for the main course. All the while she kept moaning and rolled her head from side to side on the pillow. Finally, he put his knees between her stockinged- thighs and lay down on top of her so that they were face to face. James hunched his ass up a little and reached for his dick. At once, Cassandra felt the head of his penis being pressed against her love-hole and she squirmed in anticipation of her first taste of anal sex. Her nipples were still tingling from James' caresses and she felt them rubbing lightly against his chest as he started to hump her. Suddenly, she felt him enter her and she closed her eyes and raised her hips to meet his gentle thrusts. He was slow at first, and only the head of his cock had penetrated - but it felt wonderful and she wanted more! Cassandra started to moan and James knew she was ready. He jabbed his tongue into Cassandra's mouth at the same instant he slid the full-length of his prick deep inside her. Cassandra quivered from the pleasure of his throbbing, 7-inch sausage and melted into the mattress beneath her lover. With her hands, she kneaded James' rippling buttocks as he steadily pumped her full of his masculinity. They were fucking like two animals now and her cries of lust pierced the room, spurring them both on to greater sexual heights. Cassandra's mind made her believe that she really had a pussy and that James' manhood was now filling it. "Fuck me, James!" she screamed. "Yes... yes... fuck me harder with that big cock of yours." Cassandra was panting and she greedily sucked on James' tongue whenever he offered it to her. Wave after wave of femininity rocked Cassandra's body as her lover fucked her. "Oh baby," she cooed, "you fuck so good... you can fuck me anytime you want to... I'll do anything you want me to." She submitted totally to James. James now put his hands under Cassandra's ass and started pulling her hips towards him as he thrust his dick repeatedly into her sexy bottom. Cassandra could feel her hard pussy-stick between their bellies and she wished someone was sucking on it - she wanted to come so badly! But then she realized that if she moved her hips in just the right way she could stimulate the underside of her penis on James' wild, sweaty stomach. It felt just like someone was masturbating her! The pace of James' humping now increased and Cassandra felt his prick begin to twitch inside her ass just like it had right before he came in her mouth a little while ago. Knowing that he was ready to explode, Cassandra started talking to her lover; she wanted him to remember this moment as much as she would. "Yeah, baby," she panted, "fuck me you magnificent stud... Give it to me baby... I need every drop of your cum in my pussy." Cassandra stuck her tongue in James' ear and licked passionately. James then started talking to her. "You love my fucking cock, don't you, slut?" "Yes," she screamed, "I love your cock." "Then here, bitch. Take it all." He thrust heavily into her ass and made her scream from the pleasure. "Who's cock do you like to fuck?" he demanded. "Your cock, James. Fuck me with it, please... harder. I love your cock, baby, please fuck me... fuck meeeee-" All the while, Cassandra continued moving her hips so that her pussy- stick rubbed up lusciously against James stomach. Just as a real woman would do, she then spread her legs until now they were pointing fully in opposite directions. At the same time she clenched her buttocks and tightly gripped James manhood with her anus until she could feel the thrusts of his lovemaking sliding against the constricting rim of her hole. "Oh that feels so wonderful," she gasped. He immediately responded by throwing his head back and groaning loudly. Cassandra held tightly onto his convulsing body then felt his hot jizm fill her bowels. Suddenly, something wonderful happened deep inside her ass and her own body was wracked in climax as she shot her load between their sweating tummies. Totally spent, the two of them collapsed and lay motionless for a minute or two. Still inside her ass, James then put his face close to Cassandra and they began exchanging small, tender kisses as they smiled blissfully at one another. "Did I make you feel like a woman?" he asked after catching his breath. Cassandra smiled. "Yes, James. I feel wonderful." Cassandra gently played with James s chest hair with the long, polished fingernails of her right hand. "Did I make you feel good too," she asked. "Umm hmmm," he responded. "Good enough to know that I want to fuck you on a regular basis." "We'll see," she joyfully said, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably, "we'll see."