WRITTEN BY TRANY FANNY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2008 MARCH
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Fanny Introduction: I am a real transsexual here in Raleigh and I wanted to share this with everyone so they would know what it is like to meet a real trans-girl. Most of the ads on Craig's list are for just the come and get me trannies. I am real and I am very female. I love to go out and be seen in public. I wrote this last year about one Friday night that went very well and I would like to include it here so you know I am real.
This was from last September and I thought I would share a little of my evening with you. I do not normally meet men like this, but this was just a spur of the moment thing. This was one of the most erotic nights of my life, and I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed living it.
I will start at the beginning.
Recently, (last September) I was going out for the evening as I do most weekends and I thought I'd share it with you to see if you are interested in meeting a real sexy lady this weekend. It was a Friday night and I was going out to the clubs in downtown Raleigh. I love to dress in sexy outfits that drive the men wild. I have a sexy body and men just love to see my boobs poke out the top of my blouse. Most of the time I go the long branch, but tonight I was going to the 42nd street oyster bar in the restaurant area of Glenwood.
I guess I should tell you about myself first. As I am now a mature lady, I won't go back to the beginning, but I'll tell you about what I am like now. Like most TG ladies, I don't really like to answer lots of questions about my gender, but I'll try to answer the big ones. I am a full time Trans lady and I live my life as a woman. I love being female, and I like everything female. As I have matured, I have me own style of dressing and living. When I go out, I like to be stylishly dressed and just sexy enough to turn heads. My body and my legs are my best asset. My legs are super sexy and everyone agrees, male and female, that they are sexy. I love to wear high heels and short skirts. They make me feel so sexy. Sexually, I am all girl. I love the way a man feels and the way they hold me. I am not a slutty kind of lady, but I do like sex. My favorite type of man is a little older and mature. I want him to treat me like a lady and I never go for the gay or bi-sexual men. I have very cute perky boobs, 38c, and they are all natural. I take hormones and they have a wonderful effect on my body. I have been in a steady relationship for a few years with a married man. He recently moved away, and now I have been dating more often. I was originally from Atlanta, and I moved to Raleigh a few years ago. Enough about me, back to my evening.
Since it was mid September I decided that I'd dress for summer, maybe for the last time this year. I put on my makeup carefully, as always; foundation and powder, liquid black eyeliner, eye shadow in a pink/dusty blue palette, curled my lashes, and applied black mascara. After penciling in my thinly tweezed brows, I put on blush, a ruby red lipstick, and finally my reddish blonde shoulder length wig. I next pulled on my thigh high stockings, white thong panties, white bra, denim cotton miniskirt, hot pink top, and stepped into my white mules with 3 1/2 in heels. Jewelry was next, a thin silver chain with pendant, thin silver bracelets on each wrist, a few silver rings, and my pierced earrings, which were long silver double hoops. I quickly looked in the mirror to see the lovely reflection of a sexy lady with beautiful eyes and a hot body. As I turned to leave, I got a final glimpse of my stockings and heels. They always look so good and I get a little sexy tingle in my tummy. Finally, I packed my white purse, painted my fingernails a fuchsia metallic shade (my toenails are always painted), and waited a few minutes for the polish to dry. With everything ready and a smile on my face, I walked out the door and got in my car to see what the evening would hold.
Being a little early for the clubs (it was now only 7PM) or the restaurants downtown, I headed to the Adult Book Store I frequent out on highway 70 near the airport. This is the one right on 70 before you get to the Angus Barn. It is a dull grey building on the outside, but the inside is fairly clean. Like most adult stores, they sell magazines, sex toys, and DVDs. In the back, they always have booths where guys go to watch sex videos. Most of the time guys just go there and play with themselves alone in the booths. There are always a few gay guys hanging out trying to suck some cock. They are what I call the loser guys. Lonely and down and out, they just want to put any cock in their mouth. It is a bit funny to watch them, but sometimes you can get a good show for free.
I go there sometimes when I have a few minutes to kill early in the evening. It is just a convenient place to go and show off a sexy new outfit. I like to just prance in and let all the guys get a good look at a sexy trans-lady. I normally never meet any of the men there, it is more just a place to show off early in the evening and make sure I am hot. Tonight as I entered at the register, I only bought a few tokens since I rarely use them myself, and headed into the back room. If you have ever been there, the bookstore has a large area with 8 booths on one side. It is fairly clean, but you never can tell who will be there. I walked in and stood in front of an empty booth letting my eyes adjust to the dark light.
Some times I just like to see what kind of guys are there before I get involved with anyone. Most of the guys standing around are obviously gay. This pretty much takes them out of the game for me since most gay men want men. I prefer guys that are straight and married. They seem to have a better attitude and love to meet a sexy lady. I really don't like bookstores, but there are often married guys in there that are super honry. That was what I wanted tonight. I needed something special to start my weekend. It was Friday and there usually are a few straight professional men that stop off on the way home from work and need a little sexual release. I am all girl and I like my men all macho and honry.
The gay guys hate to see me come in because they know I will get the best men there. Bookstores are so funny sometimes. Most of the gays just stand around and look at each other for hours at a time. They never say anything and I guess they are just waiting for something to happen. I usually don't stay more than 15 minutes at a time. If there are no straight men there, I don't see any need to waste my time. When I come in I like lots of attention and I want everyone to know why I am there. I do love to show off sometimes. There is always that sense of sexuality that makes a girl feel good. I love to sashay in and let all the men know there is a lady in the house. Most of the time there will be three or four guys that follow me around and try to get my attention. That makes me feel so sexy and desired.
I didn't see any real men in the room so I walked around past the booths, looking for any hint that the men inside were straight. I like to let my heels click on the floor loudly. It's such a girlie sound. That way I know I'll get the attention of any straight men in the store. I looked to see if anyone noticed, and I saw one of the booth doors open just a little. This might be the right guy. When I looked inside, I saw that the guy was watching a she-male video. That is a very good sign!
I opened the door to look in, and there was an older man, maybe 50, but cute and in good shape. His fly was open and He had his cock out (maybe 6", medium width) stroking it. A sly smile erupted on my face. Maybe this was a lucky catch. Maybe he was married and on his way home from work. I asked him if he wanted some company. He said, "Sure," enthusiastically, so I went in and locked the door behind me.
It is very dark in those booths and I could just make out the gold ring on his left hand. This was just what I wanted. He was wearing a nice suite and a tie. Bingo!!! I love the look of a well dressed business man; it just sparks something inside me. I could see he was playing with his cock and it was not hard yet. It looked so sexy with its pink head poking out of his hand. I smiled and just stood there letting my perfume do its work. I could tell he was aroused by my female body and he seemed to come to life as the perfume filled the booth. He stroked a few more times and I could see it was getting harder. I could see the lust in his eyes. There is nothing sexier than a married man with that lusty look in his eyes and a cock in his hands. They get this look in their eyes like they want to just ram it in you. God, I love that look.
As I moved closer, he reached down and dropped his shorts and pants to the floor in one quick motion. His legs were tanned and firm with just some light brown hair. His crotch was filled with just enough curly brown hair. I like my men with natural hair. I can't stand it when men save themselves down there. Most married guys don't shave and I love to get my tongue on a nice pair of balls that have been cooped up in an office all day long. There is something so sexy about nice round balls and a sexy hard shaft that just gets me going. This was my perfect guy; married, business suite, clean but musky, and just the right amount of hair. He had no idea that I would do anything to have his cock in my mouth. But, like most girls, I like to play a little, so I smiled and gently touched the tip of his cock.
It bounced a little at my touch. With a sexy smile I looked right into his eyes and asked, "Would you like me to kiss it????"
What a little tease I can be some times. I love to watch men react to that question.
With a big nod and a huge smile he said, "Yes, please."
I decided that he would not last long like this, so it was time to get my reward. It would not do for him to squirt his cum all over my clean new skirt. I took one last look in his eyes as I lowered my body so I could get a better look at his waiting cock. I love this part. I love the idea of a totally strange new cock that has not had much attention from a wife. I love the idea that he will remeber every minute of this session with me. I love the idea that he will think about my lips on his cock as he greets his little wife tonight. I love the idea that he will go to sleep tonight with her, but he will be thinking about my soft lips as he drifts off to sleep.
I dropped into a squat (you never kneel in those places) and took his cock into my mouth with one smooth motion. Just as I thought, he was clean and tasty with a little pre-cum on the tip of his cock. My tongue touched his cock head and I savored his sweet pre-cum I began to gently suck him to a full erection as he began moaning in pleasure. It didn't take long to get him throbbing hard. Each time I inhaled, I could smell his male musk. What a tasty treat he was. I love a clean man that doesn't wear cologne and has just the right amount of musky smell. Once he was completely erect, I stood up and kept stroking him as I looked into his face. He really was kind of cute. His eyes were bright with desire.
He looked into my eyes and said,"You look really great tonight!"
I leaned in to give him a light kiss on the lips, and he began kissing me back. When he started trying to kiss in earnest, I backed up a little and said, '"Gently, I don't want to mess up my makeup." It was early sitlll and I dint want my perfect makeup ruined.
He reached under my skirt for my butt and moved his hands behind me to bring us closer together. With one in each hand, his firm male hands kneaded my soft female butt cheeks. We stood there holding each other as we lightly kissed and touched tongues. I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against my stomach. After a few minutes of frenching, I squatted back down again and paced his cock back into my wet mouth. I began to slowly move my lips in and out, taking his cock deep into my throat and then slowly moving out until just the tip was between my lips. Each time I would stop for an instant and tongue his cock-head as he moaned in delight. I kept this up for awhile, and then put his cock in my left hand and began to lick his balls as I slowly stroked the shaft.
I love a nice pair of musky balls. They are so delicious and sexy. All I could think about is all the semen trapped inside yearning to get out. I love to get my tongue as far back on the balls as possible, right to that little spot where they meet. It is so sexy and musky back there. I know men love it, but you have to be careful they don't come when you lick them. I carefully bathed each ball in turn, making sure I used lots of spit. It is a sexy process, and I could tell he had never been licked clean before. I use lots of saliva so I know he can feel the wetness as I clean them. Most women never pay any attention to the balls.
I could tell he was getting ready to cum, so I stopped stroking and stood up again and kissed him, as our tongues played together once again. We kissed for just a few moments as I tried to judge his desire to come. I knew he was getting really excited this time, so I pulled my tongue out of his mouth and lowered myself to his cock again. I could tell he was really close, so I again squatted and began to move my mouth up and down his shaft, rhythmically using my tongue constantly. I used just enough suction, and in just a few seconds he began to slowly thrust his hips forward in earnest driving his member deep to the back of my throat.
He moaned a loud, "I'm going to cum, do you want it in your mouth?'"
I just mumbled a muffled "Uuhhhmm," and shook my head yes as I looked up into his eyes with his cock stuffed deep in my mouth.
His eyes sparkled and he smiled back at me. With that, he tensed up quickly and I moved my lips back so only tip of his cock-head was just in my mouth. Just then he began to shoot his cum onto my tongue. He had a nice sweet taste as I accepted his load happily. I gently massaged his balls as he came, and let his cum fill my mouth until he was done. He must have not had sex for a long time as he filled my waiting mouth. You can tell when a man has not had sex and just erupts in your mouth. I do love a nice big load. It feels so sexy to have your mouth full and you can just let it slowly slide down my throat. Then I looked up at him and I could see what he wanted. With a smile I opened my mouth so he could see all of his sticky juice on my tongue. I rolled my tongue around in my mouth so he could see his handy work. He smiled when he saw all that white goo coating my mouth. I smiled and then just swallowed it down. As I watched his face, he stared to grin a huge smile from ear to ear. Carefully, I gently licked the last few drops off the head of his cock, smiled, and stood up.
I gave him a light kiss on the cheek and said, "That was yummy."
As he pulled up his pants he said, "Thanks, I needed that! Can I see you again?? What's your name anyway?'"
"Fanny", I said, "and maybe you will."
As I leaned against the wall savoring the last little morsels of his delicious cum, he said bye and left the booth. I giggled at my cattie behavior and his question. I knew he wanted more, they always come back for more. Male lust is so funny. They want you like crazy when they are horny, and after they cum, they are ready to go see the wife. Then all he wants is the faithful wife that will never suck his cock or let him cum in her mouth.
Leaning against the wall, I pictured him running out to his car and hurriedly driving home to greet his wife. She would never imagine that he had just dropped a 2 week load into a trans-girl's waiting mouth. I am sure she could never imagine how much a man needs to have his cock sucked. I doubt she would ever picture her man lusting for my sweet lips. I knew in my heart he would be back. He was just what I liked in a man, and I would love to make him one of my regulars.
I sat there savoring the moment. There is a nice time after the man leaves that I can enjoy the faint tastes and smells on my hands and lips. I licked my fingers, and thought about how sexy men can be sometimes. This was a good way to start the evening. Opening the door to the booth I could see that several men had followed me into the store. They will often wait in the parking lot until they see something sexy go into the store. Smiling at the crowd, I just walked past them. They were not what I wanted at all. All I wanted to do was savor the sexy man tastes in my mouth. I walked out to my car and headed back into Raleigh.
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I hope you liked the start of my evening, but I need to go and get ready for my bubble bath. If you think you would like to meet me, then you will need to write me a nice letter and tell me about yourself and why you think we should meet. Remember, you know about my little passion, and I want to know something about you. Tell me your age, your size, your sexual preference. You know I like married men, so make me want to date you. I will not meet you for just a blow job. This was a special moment, but it is possible if everything goes well.
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Part II - 7 P.M. to 10 P.M.
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After the bookstore adventure, I continued on for the rest of the evening. If you missed my first part, you will need to write and ask nicely for me to email it to you.
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I slipped back in my car and drove into downtown Raleigh. It is a long drive down Glenwood with tons of traffic lights in the way. I always like to see if I can make eye contact with guys on the road. It's just fun to see them react. Slowly I meander downtown and looked for a parking place. The Glenwood south district is always packed on a Friday night, and I try to park out of the way on a back street.
Just like always, the 42nd Street oyster bar is packed and I am just a single girl there to have fun and eat. Most of the time a business man from out of town will introduce himself and I will have someone to talk to over dinner. Tonight would be different. A cute couple at the bar saw me enter and motioned for me to come over and sit with them. He was about 35, and she looked like 30. He was dark and 6'2" with a muscular body, and she was the usual petite blonde. They were about average looking and I could tell form the looks in their eyes that they had talked about a trans-girl before.
It seems like it is all the rage with young married couples to get a trans-girl to spice up their sex lives. They wanted me to join them for dinner and my stomach said yes. I had not had anything to eat all day and it was time for food. (Well, I did have a huge load of cum in my belly, but that is not very filling. Wink, wink.) I knew they had been waiting and it would meAn I could eat now. We were quickly seated and I made quite a stir as we waked to through the crowd to the booth. All eyes were on us, and I loved the sensation. I can cause quite a stir when I'm dressed up and out on the town. This was no exception, and there were lots of whistles as I meandered thorough the crowd to our table. I get the usual amount of girlie attention, but everyone loves my legs and heels the most. I have a fanastic pair of legs and tonight my short little skirt was showing lots of leg. I love to make other girls jealous when I sashay by.
As soon as we sat at the table, they both started talking about sex. Wow, that was quick. I giggled and changed the conversation to food. I am sort of careful about couples. Most of the time sex with couples can be boring. Someone always gets left out, or jealous. I've had several bad experiences with jealous girls and I generally don't like to waste an evening fighting with a crazy girl. My plan was to get some food and see if they were still interested. Then we could talk about what to do.
I ordered the broiled tuna dish and sat back to enjoy the conversation. They were asking all kinds of questions about my sex life. I told them I was a real transsexual and I lived fulltime as a lady. Then they went right back to sex questions. With a chuckle I decided that if they were asking sex questions they would pay for my dinner. Form the jist of the questions, I got the idea that she wanted to know if I would mind sucking on her man. That was music to my ears. I would not need to mess with her and I would just let her watch. The idea tickled me. I know I can give better head than any girl, and it would be fun to see her face when he went wild in my mouth. Looking at them in the booth, I tried to imagine what he would taste like and how she would react to seeing her man being sucked off by a trans-lady. The picture in my mind intrigued me. I giggled out loud and they both look at me perplexed.
As we finished dinner they stated talking about going back to their house somewhere over in Garner on the south side of town. I didn't want to drive that far to a stranger's house so I tired to change their idea of what would be fun. I already new what I was going to do, but I had to present it to them so they would agree. I asked what kind of car they had. He told me it was a suburban with lots of room and dark windows.
To that, I asked, "Why don't we just have some fun in the back of your van?"
She giggled at the idea, and he immediately said, "Yes."
He paid the billed and escorted his two girls out to the van. They had also parked in the back lot and by now there were very few cars parked there. We all piled in the van. He and I were in the back seat and she was in the driver's seat. It was dark, but a nearby street light provided enough light for me to see the growing bulge in his pants. She informed me that she just wanted to watch from her perch up in the front seat. I always wonder what girls are thinking when they get all bossy. She turned around in the front seat so she could get a good look. I made him get relaxed and lay down in the back seat so I knew she would see everything.
By now, I was hot. This was a little fantasy of mine. I knew I could touch her husband and all she could do is watch him enjoy himself. I watched her get comfortable in the front as we got comfy in the back. I knew that she would be jealous before this was over, but that was what made me hot. I rubbed his crotch and felt for the hardening shaft. I gave it a firm squeeze and giggled loudly. He moved to open his fly but I brushed his hand aside. This was my fantasy, and I did want any help.
I looked deep into his eyes and said, "Let me do this. You just lay there and have fun. You can't touch me or your cock until I am done. Agreed??????"
With a puzzled look he nodded, yes. I looked right at her, and squeezed his bulge again and giggled. I was so happy I went out tonight. With a simple motion, I unzipped his fly and felt inside for the trouser snake. He moaned and I could feel it harden a little. He was wearing boxers, so I slipped my hand inside and felt his smooth male warmth.
My hand was cool and his shaft was hot. I rubbed and squeezed a little to make him moan again. He tensed and I could feel the shaft harden in my hand. It was time to get it out. I undid his pants and slid everything down exposing a nice hard 6 inch cock. It was already throbbing and we all watched it for an instant. He had a nice package. It was a nice thin cock with a well formed head and a beautiful set of nice balls. I tried not to gasp when I saw his balls. They where about twice the size of an average man's. You know how much I love balls, and I could feel my mouth watering. I glanced at her and smiled. Was she really going to let me have this wonderful cock all to myself??? This was going to be fun!!!!
Most women never know how sexy a man's package can be. They get all concerned about cock size and other stuff. Balls are the real treat. She had no idea how much I was going to enjoy this evening. As far as I can tell women never really enjoy sucking on a man's cock. And I have never ever heard about a lady yearning to taste her man's cum. That is the best part. I looked at her and told myself that she was one of the ones that never swallow. I know the look. They are all prim and proper and think cum is awful. They just suck on his cock to make him happy. They never think about how sexy it is to have his juices in your mouth. They never think about what a treat it is to feel his maleness run down your throat and nourish your body. God, I love the taste of fresh sweet cum. My mind raced back to earlier in the evening and my married man. I wondered where he was at this exact moment. I looked up at the gold ring on his hand and smiled in the darkness. This was my second married man this evening. It must be raining men.
As I marveled at the size of his balls, I slowly ran my hand up his leg and up his chest. This is my secret. You need to play a little before you go in for the cock. Get him all hot and ready, that way he will be almost ready to come when your lips hit the shaft. I really don't like prolonged sucking sessions. Some guys can never come, and you can suck forever and get nothing. What a waste of time that is. I hate that more than anything. There is nothing worse that a man that can't come.
I moved closer to him and let my hands rub up and down his leg. His cock responded with some quick twitches and he gasped out loud. I traced a line all around his cock and balls with my finger nails, being careful not to touch his cock. His cock head was turning a dark crimson red. The pressure must have been building up inside those balls. Yummy, more cum for me.
I moved even closer and let my hair drag along his body. I know this drives men wild. I slowly moved up and placed my wrist next to his nose. This is another secret. Men love perfume. I always make sure to dab my perfume on my writs before I go out.
"Smell my perfume," I commanded. He inhaled deeply and I could tell he was getting closer. Perfume triggers a strong reaction in men. Most girls have no idea what they are doing. I looked up at her and chuckled as she seemed mesmerized by all my actions. She was taking mental notes. I know how girls are. She would use the perfume thing some time in the future. She watched as he inhaled my sexy girlie scent from my wrist. She could see how much he liked it by the throbbing of his cock. I smiled to myself in the dark. Couples are so funny. She has been with him for several years, and I can show her things about him she never knew in 2 minutes.
I took my wrist away from his nose and moved down his chest, stopping to tweak his nipple. He moaned and stiffened. Giggling, I looked at his cock head and huge drops of pre cum were dropping on his stomach. I looked down at the little pool forming. I giggled and carefully scooped some of it up on my finger and raised it to my mouth. He looked amazed as I sensually licked his pre-cum off my index finger.
I smiled and cooed, "Yummy."
I thought he was going to lose it right there. He tensed up and I am sure he was trying as hard as he could not to come. I looked into his eyes and just smiled. I looked at her and just rolled my eyes. She looked like she was in shock. It was hitting her right about now. She was getting the idea that I was enjoying myself. This was what I wanted to do, and she had given her man to me willingly. She would never know it now, but I knew he was mine in more ways than one.
I moved my head lower to his cock and let my warm breath drench his shaft. He let out anther moan. I know he wanted to garb my head and force it down on his cock, but he didn't dare spoil the moment. I exhaled several times, just letting his cock feel my closeness. I was so close I could feel its warmth on my cheek. I inhaled a quick breath and delighted in his masculine aroma. I slid even lower and let my cheek nuzzle his thigh as I exhaled deeply on his ball sack. They immediately tensed up and pulled up against his now rock hard shaft.
I giggled. I could feel jealous eyes on the back of my head. She was watching every move and getting more jealous by the minute. I was in fantasy heaven. I could not have planned this any better. A free dinner and now a sexy pair of balls for dessert, what could possibly be nicer?? I took a deep breath and inhaled that wonderfully musky man smell again. A delightful combination of sweat, musk, soap, and pee sent little chills up my spine. My mouth was watering now. This was so sexy. He moaned and tensed up again. He would not last long.
It was time to start. Lightly, I extended my tongue and flicked it on the closest ball. He gasped loudly. I knew he liked that. I moved my head forward and let my wet tongue bathe the side of his sack. God, I love to suck on nice balls. Even I tensed up as I could feel my lusty side coming out.
I was greedy now. I wanted to have that ball in my mouth. I gently moved my mouth close and lightly sucked it into my mouth. Oh, what a sexy taste, just a little salty, and deep musky flavor, he was delicious. Carefully I rolled it on my mouth with my tongue. He moaned deep and long. This was a new moan from him. Even I could tell the difference. I let my saliva spill out and wash the entire ball. Then I let it slip out and just hang there. I blew some hot breath on the soaking ball and watched as the skin tensed up and wrinkled. Balls are so much fun to play with. I licked a few more times and listened to his moaning. Sticking my tongue out as far as I could, I wedged it deep in the crack between his leg and the ball sack. This was pure manly heaven. It is so salty and musky back there, my head was spinning. I wan not going to last long.
As I pulled back form his balls I could see them now covered with my fresh spit and gleaming in the subdued street light. They were clean now! I looked at both balls and wondered at all the semen they could hold. As I admired my handy work, I turned to look up at both of them and I almost laughed. He had his eyes tightly closed and her eyes were wide open. It was all I could do to remain quite and not spoil the moment. They had such different expressions on their faces.
It was time. I lowered my mouth onto to his cock head quickly. It sprang to life as his moans filled the van. I tongued the head and let the shaft go deep in my throat. I pushed it down as far as it would go. I knew I could get it all in, so I didn't stop until I hit his base. My nose was nettled deep in his pubes. He gasped for air and I could feel him tensing. My throat muscles tightened around the intruder, and I held him there until I started to gag. That is the thing that always gets them going. He was no exception. As my throat tensed with each gag, it drove him wild. I love it when men come quickly and hard.
After three strong gags, I pulled back and let my tongue rub the shaft with just a hint of suction. It worked. He didn't have time to even moan. Semen flooded into my mouth. Damn, how long had it been since she had pleasured him??? I know that some guys have big loads, but this was crazy. I actually thought I was going to need to swallow before he was finished. The first half was not even pulsing; it was just rushing out like a hose. I could not believe the volume in this guy. I chuckled to myself as I realized that those huge balls must have been full. I made sure that I had a good grip on his shaft with my lips, I didn't want to loose my precious dessert treat. It had to happen, he finally started to spasm, and now I could feel the little squirts of semen hitting the back of my throat like normal.
Slowly he relaxed and I just held him gently in my mouth careful not to let my gooey treat escape as his cock retreated back in is protective sheath. I am in total heaven when I feel that sensation. My personal favorite time is when a cock is getting soft and it is still super sensitive. I love to play with the head and flick it with my tongue, but this wasn't the time for that. My mouth was full right now, and I did have a use for this tasty load. Ever so slowly I pulled off his shaft and raised my head up making sure not to leak a drop. This was not for him, this was for her. I don't even know if she knew what it was like to have a full mouth of semen, but I wanted to show her what a real girl is like.
As my head came up she could see my lips were tightly closed and my cheeks were puffed out. Carefully I titled my head back and opened my mouth so nothing would spill out. She could clearly see the pool of semen filling my mouth to the brim. She let out a little gasp. That immediately told me she had never let him come in her mouth. I was right!!!!! She would never let him come in her mouth. That was why they wanted trans-girl. She would not let him have another girl, so I was the perfect solution. They must have gone wild when they saw me walk in the restaurant earlier. That was why they kept taking about sex in the beginning. I chucked to myself and just looked at her. She had no idea how good cum is, and now I was having her tasty man all to myself. No wonder he was full of cum. No telling how long they have been together and she wouldn't taste his cum. No wonder he just erupted in my mouth. He might have been waiting years to come in someone's mouth.
With my head tilted all the way back, I let just a little of his sweet cum go down my throat. This was a huge load and I wanted to savor it as long as possible. She saw my throat move, and she knew I was swallowing. I swallowed again. Damn, he tasted good. I swallowed yet again, and finally I could tilt my head down so she could see my tongue. I rolled it back and froth letting the last of his semen bathes my taste buds each time. I started making yummy noises. Watching her was a treat for me. I motioned to her as if I was offering her some semen from my mouth. She shuddered and nodded, no thank you. I giggled inside.
She was repulsed by my swallowing. She had never had a man come in her mouth. That was probably something she would never do. Most girls won't let men come in their mouths. It is the one thing all guys request when they meet trans-girl. I hear it all the time, "do you swallow????" It was funny watching her. Little did she know that now he would be even crazier to cum in her mouth now. Little did she know he would be looking for me in the future.
I continued to make all kinds of yummy sounds as I slowly let the last of his cum drain into my throat. Each time I could tell she was trying not to watch. It made her sick to watch me enjoy something she found so revolting.
I slurped and yummed for a few more minutes as she cringed in the front seat. She had no idea how good he tasted. Some men have a nice sweet semen that is delightful. He was one of those. I could drink every drop of his semen. If he wanted, I would come over to his house and drain him anytime he wanted. He tasted that good. I was so caught up watching her I hadn't noticed him. When I looked down he was fast asleep. He looked rather sexy when he was sleeping. I finished off the last of his cum and made a big production of sticking out my tongue and showing her that it was gone. When I finished that, I happened to look down and see the last few drops that were forming on the head of the now shrunken penis. With a soft chuckle, I moved my head down and lapped at the last few drops and issued a very audible "yum, yum," and looked straight into her eyes. She just rolled her eyes and turned to face the front.
I giggled with glee. This was so much fun. She looked frustrated and annoyed with my pleasure. Could I help the fact that her hubby tasted great??? Was it my fault they had picked me out??? Why was it my problem she had never tasted her own husband's cum????
Slowly he came back to life and started talking up a storm. "That was great!!!! Please come back to our house. How did you do that??? I've never cum in someone's mouth before. God, you are fantastic. When can you do it again???" he asked. Just like most guys, he was happy someone liked his cum. But, he had no idea how jealous and pissed his wife in the front was getting. He couldn't see her face, but I could. She was steaming. I thanked him for the sweet words and said I had to leave. He looked hurt, but he had no idea what wrath was waiting for him in the front seat.
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I am very sexy and female. I do not date slobs or men that don't bathe. You will need to be in Raleigh and have a clean place for us to meet. Have a plan and idea about when you can meet. I will not just call you. I have spent way to much time talking with guys that just want to chat. I do not chat. Be ready to meet when you email me. As you can tell, I am a fun girl to meet and talk with. I am not a tramp or a call girl. If you are looking for easy sex, go some where else. If you are looking for a fun date, we will have a good time.
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BAR SHARKYS
Sexy legs, sexy butt, sexy smile, sexy mind: trans-girl there other white meat.
If you would like a date, you need to read about me first, and then follow the instructions at the end.
Fanny Introduction: I am a real transsexual here in Raleigh and I wanted to share this with everyone so they would know what it is like to meet a real trans-girl. Most of the ads on Craig's list are just for the come and get me trannies. I am real and I am very female. I love to go out and be seen in public. I wrote this last year and I would like to include it here so you know I am real.
My evening continues.
Now it was too early to go home, and too late to go back to the bookstore, so I figured I'd head over to my usual club for a drink with friends and maybe a game of pool before calling it a night and going home. So I fixed my makeup as well as I could with the car light and headed over to my favorite hang out place in Raleigh.
I don't know if you know the place, but it is a pool hall named Sharky's near Glenwood and Dur-raleigh road. This is one of the only trans-gender friendly bars in Raleigh. The owner is a former cross dresser and he loves to see lots of sexy TG ladies in his bar. He is always very friendly and I love the men that go there. It is a fun place to visit and be seen. It is more of a local bar / pool hall and has the usual share of regulars. As I opened the door, I could tell it was going to be a good night for me. Everyone was complementing me on my sexy outfit. A girl just can't get enough of that when she is out on the town. As I stepped up to the bar, the bartender had a cold beer waiting for me and told me it was from a secret admirer. I gazed over the men at the bar and wondered which one was interested in me. I was lucky and found a stool right in the front so everyone could see my sexy legs. I sat up on the stool and crossed my legs and smiled at the people in the room. I had not noticed but, all the men in the bar were watching me sit and cross my legs. I giggled inside, and smiled back. As the bar returned to normal, I relaxed and started to look for my secret admirer.
I didn't know I would be on display so I thought I would have a quick run to the ladies room to do a makeup check. I smiled at the bar tender and told him I would be right back, and headed right into the ladies room for a major makeup check. I was careful to make sure I had my skirt straight as I sashayed across the pool hall to the bathroom in the back. This trip was more about getting everyone's attention than going to the bathroom. All the men watched as my sexy rear and legs swayed across the room. I love the attention I get when I am on display and feeling sexy.
When I got in the bathroom I noticed, my lipstick and hair were a mess. So I wiped off the lips, fixed my foundation, powdered, put on new lipstick and liner, and brushed out my hair. I starred back at the face in the mirror and smiled. I looked so innocent and clean now. Little did the men outside know that I had already had two huge loads of cum in my mouth that evening. I could feel my horny side coming out. My sexy side was rising to the surface. It had been a long time since I had a man inside me. My cheeks flushed a crimson red as the erotic thoughts of a man standing behind me and fucking me flashed into my head. Now, I really needed to have a man inside my rear.
I opened the door to the ladies room and headed back up to the bar. This bar is one of the places I hang out in when I need lots of girlie attention. I crave the attention and this is my hang out, so I try to never fuck around with any guys here or cause a scene. It's strictly my social policy when out at straight bras. To me this is just a place to relax with friends and be all girl. Besides, most of the guys are strictly straight and they don't want to be seen waking out the door with a Trany. I have no problem with that; it is just a fact of life. Straight guys may have the desire for a Trany; they just don't want their friends to see them. I can deal with that. The straighter the better for me. But, I was feeling unusually frisky tonight after being with two married men already. I really needed to find a horny guy to fuck me.
I have never met a straight guy that really understands girls. Most of the guys could not vaguely understand the concept of transgender women but somehow I've become friends with a lot of them anyway. Some of the girls are a problem when they have an attraction to me. But, I'm not really interested in them as I like manly men. However, I have managed to become friends with lots of the ladies and we do love to talk about men.
Often the Transsexual admirers who show up at the bar are mostly the typical type - mostly guys in denial who really are out to just get laid. They are not very nice themselves, and don't have the personal honesty to admit they are really just lonely. They somehow convince themselves that if it's a `Trans girl' they are easy and will fuck anything. That's not me at all. I get a little choosey when I am out at a bar.
Anyway, I got a drink at the bar, said hello to a few friends who were there, and put some quarters on the pool table. There were 2 stacks in front of mine so I sat at the bar by the table and watched the game. After awhile I looked up and noticed a guy a few seats down trying to make eye contact, but I just smiled and turned back to the table. Is he my secret admirer????
Finally it was my turn to play, and I was having a good night - I was steadily sinking balls and after a few rounds I was down to the 8 ball, and the guy I was playing still had all his balls but one on the table. The shot was a tricky one, I couldn't bank it because his balls were in the way - and both of my straight shots were sharp angles with the possibility of a scratch if I hit them wrong. What I should have done was pull a safety and just tap the 8 ball and wait for another turn, but I went for one of the straight shots, sank the 8 ball, and then immediately watched the cue ball fall into another pocket. It was time to quit. So I walked over to the bar, had a last drink, and started thinking about leaving. Soon, I saw the guy who had been watching me earlier. We both said hi, and then I turned back to my drink.
Well, a minute later I felt a hand on my thigh, and looked over with a raised eyebrow. He had moved to the stool next to mine and said, "You, know, I was noticing you earlier. Would you like to play a game of pool??"
I looked him over, not a bad looking guy, tall and slim, and I saw a large bulge in his jeans. So I leaned over and said into his ear, "Honestly, I'm not really interested in playing pool. However, I'm going to be leaving for the night in a few minutes."
He looked a little sad at my remark. I looked him over again. He had that mid-western look about him, clean and honest. He was not super cute, but I was in that rare state of mind, and my rear was itching for some manly attention. Should I risk making a play for him??? Could I get him outside without anyone noticing???? I smiled and looked down at his bulging jeans as I whispered in his ear, "If you're horny and interested in shooting a load in my rear, I'd like to play that game." He smiled from era to ear as he nodded yes enthusiastically
The bulge in his pants grew a little more. I giggle aloud and whispered in his ear again, "I am going to the ladies room. Why don't you wait about 5 minutes and then follow me outside and I'll meet you out back near my car."
Again, he just smiled and nodded yes.
I picked up my purse, downed my drink, and walked to the bathroom. I stopped at the ladies room to pee on the way out, and make sure I was all ready for some rear end action. I like to be super lubed up so that I can enjoy it without worry. I made sure my thong was on straight and my bottom was freshly lubed. When I stepped outside the bathroom I could feel all the eyes on my backside as I walked out. It is a strange feeling to be walking out from a bar to have sex in the alley out back. You always feel like they all know what you are going to do, but I think it is just inside your head. When I got outside the bar, he was there waiting. I said, "Follow me," and walked over to my car. I leaned on the trunk lid and watched him approach me in the dim streetlight.
He started saying, "You know, I'm always looking for girls like you here."
I put my finger on his lips and said, "Let's not talk, really."
He looked startled but just closed his mouth as I pushed him back against the alley wall and knelt between his legs. He smiled as I unzipped his pants without a word and pulled his manhood out into the fresh night air. It was dark but there was just enough light so I could see his pink head poking up at me.
His cock was large, at least 7" medium hard and thinner than average. I leaned over and took him in my mouth, getting his whole shaft wet as I began to gently suck on the head while using my right hand to stroke his cock. I rarely use my hand as it screws up my lipstick, but I was going to leave right after this anyway. I then started moving my lips down his shaft and back up to the head, while sucking gently, and following my lips with my right hand. With my left hand, I was very gently kneading his balls. He was starting to groan, so I quickened my rhythm, and when I felt him start to get tense I moved my lips back until only his cock head was in my mouth. I sucked gently on that while using my tongue to lick around the sensitive edge of his cock head and over the piss slit. Then I began to rapidly stroke his shaft with my right hand, jerking him off into my mouth.
I did not want him to cum in my mouth. After all, I already had some sweet cum in my mouth earlier in the evening. It was time for my rear to get some. I wanted him nice and hard so he could fuck me. As I squatted there in front of him I thought, why don't I let him fuck me outside right here in the alley?? I giggled at the thought of fucking a guy right behind my favorite bar / hang out. This might be a sexy little fantasy. This might be just the evening to try something new and exciting.
It was a nice warm autumn day and the evening was still warm as I jerked on his cock I got the overwhelming urge to have him inside me. It was like I was driven to have his cock in my rear. I get that way sometimes. When everything is just right and I have had a sexy evening. My rear was tingling and I knew I needed something hard in there quick. I knew I had better think fast because he was getting ready to explode in my mouth. As any girl knows, cocks are no good at fucking after they come, no matter what the guy says. And I knew he was no exception. If I wanted that hard cock in my rear, I needed to make it a decision quickly.
I looked into his eyes and in my sexiest voice I asked, "Would you like to fuck me???"
He stammered and just nodded yes. I chuckled to myself. He was quite cute but not a talker. He was ready to cum and it didn't matter where he did it, he just wanted his sexual release. I motioned for him to get my purse and I took out a fresh rubber. I made signs that I was going to put it on his cock, and he nodded yes again. With another chuckle I rolled the rubber down his cock and smiled as I looked at the sight in front of me. There he was, with his pants down around his feet and his huge erection starring right at my mouth. I looked in the purse again and pulled out a bottle of my hand lotion lube. A little dab on the head of his cock and a nice finger full between my cheeks would do just fine. I am very tight in my rear and I need lots of lube to keep it pleasant. I pulled my thong all the way over to one side and ran my lubed finger inside my rear to make it all slick and ready. I pulled my short skirt up until my entire bottom was free and ready for action. I could feel the cool night air on my smooth white cheeks.
I told him to lean back against the wall and let me do the pushing. I tuned my rear towards the rock hard cock and slowly backed onto the shaft. I know just what it takes to get it in, slow and steady pressure. Most guys try to ram it in, so I just kept my hand behind me and put some pressure on his stomach. That way if he lunges forward I can stop him form hurting me.
I do love that first little hint of pressure on my rear. It is so sweet and innocent. It seems so friendly at first; it is hard to believe he would soon be thrusting inside me like a mad man. As my rear started to relax and accept the intruder, I could feel little tingles all over my body. I love this part.
Again I told him not to move and let me do the pushing. I have a very sensitive rear, and I can almost come just by having something in there. Most guys never realize this, so I need to go slow and let everything back there relax. After a good five minutes, I finally had all 7 inches inside me and I was just standing bent over at the waist, with his cock all the way inside me. Sometimes I wish I could just stay there and enjoy that sexy feeling forever, but I know he is getting itchy to start fucking me.
I take a few deep breaths and lean forward just a little to let his cock feel some motion. Instantly I could feel him start throbbing inside my rear. Damn, he felt good. I pushed back and slid his cock back inside me. This was going to be fun. I told him to start slowly and just try to move a little. With deliberate ease, he started that age old motion. Gently he pulled out and just as gently pushed back in. Tingles flashed up my spine. He was good at this. I could feel his hands on my rear as he pushed back again and pulled me slowly to him.
I love to feel a man's hands on my hips. It is just such a truly sensual feeling that makes me feel so sexy inside. There must be an animal connection there, as it just makes everything seem so right. I could feel my body tingle all over as he pushed me away and then pulled me back. Slowly he increased the rhythm as his strokes get longer and longer. It would not be long before he would rock my world.
What a sexy motion. I can feel him slamming into my butt now. We were locked in a passionate love dance now. Each time he slams his cock deep inside me, I let out little yelps of pain. It hurts but it feels so good knowing that he is hot with desire. He pulls all the way back and just rams that 7 inch cock all the way in as his hands clamp on my hips and pull he us together. I feel it all the way up my spine and even my head shakes in time with each thrust. His hands push back on my hips as the shaft is pulled back for another ram forward. Slap, I hear his body slam into my butt. The pulse quickens as he gets closer with each thrust.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, his stomach slaps my butt cheeks in that age old sexual rhythm. I think every girl knows the sound. My head rocks with the beating my rear is taking. My mind just focuses on the rhythm. Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, he is gaining speed now. I feel so sexy. I feel so female. There is something so erotic about this motion. It just feels like raw sex. No mushy love. No tender embraces, just raw animal sex. Just his male lust driving him forward toward his lusty goal.
I brace myself against the side of the car as he is now pushing me forward so hard I would tip over without support. I push back to get his cock deeper with each thrust. He is now just a rutting animal. He has no thought of me, he only wants his pleasure.
I hiss out a sexy, "Fuck me." I hear no response. He is locked in his animal lust. I know he hears me; he just can't form a response.
I let moan out, "fuck me," "fuck me," "fuck me," "fuck me," every time he slams into my butt. They are coming faster now. Rapid fire. His stokes are getting shorter and shorter. It won't be long now. I prepare for that final thrust.
I can feel it inside me. He is so ready. I brace for it. He slams hard and deep into my ass. Little tingles of pain and pleasure sweep over my body as I feel him pull hard on my hips. He lets out a deep load, "ahhhhhhh," as he starts to fill me with his seed. His fingers dig deep into my hips. My body is on fire with delight as I feel each pulse from his cock. He is not moving the shaft, but just pulsing forward with each squirt. Sex is so wonderfully animalistic.
I don't dare move. I know he needs his moment. Each little trust sends waves of pleasure over my entire body. I feel so female like this, locked in his embrace with him deep inside me. I concentrate on not moving and just letting him come inside me. His trusts are lighter now. His cock is lodge as far as it can go inside me.
This is now my time. I love to feel him inside me as his passion falls away. I can feel his cock start to grow limp. He begins to pull out, but I am ready. I reach behind me and pull him close. This is my reward. I tighten my butt muscles and feel the tingles grow inside me. I clench his cock with my butt. It is mine for now. It is my turn to enjoy. I can feel him inside me, not moving just filling me up, pushing my pleasure buttons. Each time I clench my butt I have little orgasms. I can go for an hour like this, until my legs give out from to many orgasmic flashes. My clenches come faster and faster. I know I will come.
But, I know he will not last that long. He is done and ready to go on about his life. I try not to think and just let my body do the feeling. My muscles tense up again and again enjoying the soft intruder still poking in my bottom. I can now feel it slipping slowly out. I hear him moan a little as his super sensitive cock head pulls past the tightest part of my rear and pops out.
I felt his head pull out just as I begin to come. My legs tremble and my rear just clenches shut. Sparks shoot up my spine as I softly orgasm. It is a warm sexy female orgasm. Soft waves of warmth sweep over my body as I enjoy the moment. I lean against the car, letting my body and mind enjoy the warm after glow.
As I turned around, I saw him holding his cock in his hands and trying to pull the rubber off. He was done. He had fulfilled his animal lust and now he was ready to go. My butt clenches again and sends an orgasm wave rippling through my body.
Little did he know that I needed that fucking more than he did. They never have a clue what a girl needs.
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Sensual Trans lady desires a man that can make her scream with passion
This is not the end of my evening. If you would like to hear more about that wonderful autumn night, you will need to write to me and tell how much you enjoy meeting t-girls.
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Raped
Trans-Girl In Need Of Affectionate Man For Dinner And Loving.
As you may know, this was not the end of my sexy evening. I will continue. If you really want to date me, you need to read this and then write to me when you have finished. There are instructions at the end.
If you would like a date, you need to read about me, and then follow the instructions at the end.
Fanny Introduction: I am a real transsexual here in Raleigh and I wanted to share this with everyone so they would know what it is like to meet a real trans-girl. Most of the ads on Craig's list are for just the come and get me trannies. I am real and I am very female. I love to go out and be seen in public. I wrote this last year about one Friday night that went very well and I would like to include it here so you know I am real.
After this, I continued on for the rest of the evening. If you missed my first part, you will need to write and ask nicely for me to email it to you.
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He had just fucked my rear and he was done. He only wanted to return to his life. I waited for him to turn and say something nice, but it was not his way. He was finished. He was satisfied. His desire for me was done. He just kept waking down the alley until he came to the entrance.
As he turned and left, I looked down the alley way and could hear some muffled talking and laughter coming from close by. I was still in that oh so blissful state from my orgasm that I really just wanted to lean against the car and concentrate on the feelings deep inside my body. My butt was alive and each time I flexed my butt muscles, I got little remnants of the recent orgasms.
I could hear more drunken laughter at the end of the alley way, but the night air muffled the sounds. Finally, I tugged at the hem of my denim skirt and pulled it back down over my bottom and tired to regain some composure. As the orgasmic fog lifted from my brain, I could hear several foot steps coming closer and some snickering. Turning my head, to the right, I could see several men coming towards me. This was not good!!!
I moved towards the door of the car as panic set in. I fumbled for my keys but I could not stop watching the figures coming closer and closer. This was not looking good at all. My brain reeled with the notion of getting beat up or killed. This was not going well.
Just as I looked up again, I could see the faces of my attackers. There in the crowd was the face of the guy who had just fucked me so well. Surly he was not going to attack me. The little snickers continued and I decided to face them because there was no way I could run in 3 inch heels.
The one closest to me looked at me and shouted, "Bobby here, pointing at the man that had just been inside me, says that you are one sweet piece of ass."
I stared back in amazement. What kind of a question was that? I glared at my recent lover as he looked back at me and grinned. He just stood there grinning at me. I counted five of them. I knew this was not a church social, and I was almost ready to pee in my panties.
The first one barked another question, "Are you a hot piece of ass???"
My mind reeled as I responded, "Well, I stammered, I am really just going to go home now."
"Not before I get some of your ass," he snarled as he moved forward and grabbed my arms. Before I could move I could feel hands all over my body. My mind went blank and I was in shock. Please don't kill me was all I could manage to think. I was pulled across the trunk of the car face down with one man at each arm and each leg. They pulled hard and I could feel the cold metal on my face as my head was pushed onto the trunk lid.
The first talker was behind me and I could feel his strong hands yank my skirt all the way up over my bottom and up to my waist. With one quick motion he yanked on my thong as it stretched out and pulled against my flesh. There was a sharp painful tug form the thong as it pulled out and then ripped off me.
There I was, laid out on the trunk of my own car, my hands and legs held in place, my bottom waving in the cool night air. I immediately felt a pair of calloused hands grabbing at my butt cheeks.
"Damn they feel sweet," I heard the voice behind me say as I tired to turn my head and see what was happening. There behind me was the fist man with a huge bulge in his pants and his hands pawing at my bottom. All I remember hearing was the zip of a fly being opened and then that all too familiar feel of a warm cock gently rubbing my butt cheeks. He was running the head of his cook over my flesh to pump the last few ounces of blood into that shaft before he impaled me. After a few rubs, I felt the head move to my rear opening.
"God, please be gently," I cried, as the head was inserted in my hole. At any other time this would have been good, but I was so scared I knew my bottom was clenched shut. He moved the head up and down feeling for the opening. I could feel his warmth and his hands on my rear as he probed my crack looking for a way in.
My mind told me to relax, but my body was still in fear as the head kept coming. He finally found a spot he liked and he leaned forward as the pressure on my asshole muscle increased. I tried to relax again but I couldn't. My arms ached from the strain of being pulled constantly. Then I felt more and more force on my butt as he urgently pushed forward.
I let out a whimpered cry, as the head popped into my rear end. Please let him be gentle, I thought to myself again. He just held the head in the tight clench of my rear. I wanted so much for him to go slowly. He just waited as my ass relaxed. The minuets ticked away and I could feel him inching in ever so slowly deeper and deeper.
With deliberate motion he pushed forward until I could feel the cloth of his jeans just touch my butt. I was whimpering and trying to relax as much as I could. His hands moved to my hips and I felt little tingles go off in my head as those strong hands clenched down hard on my waist. There must be a sexual trigger in my hips, because I could feel my butt unclench and my body relax. I do love to have a man's hands grab my hips form the rear. It is a huge sexual signal to my brain. As I relaxed I felt his cock slide deep inside me. He pulled me close with a firm tug on my hips. He was all the way in and he pinned me to the trunk lid with his weight. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and the hissing sound from his breathing in my ear. We just lay there for a few moments as I listened to his tense breathing.
Slowly he backed his cock out all the way to the tip and plunged back in. I gasped as he thrust forward to pin me to the lid again and hold me there. My mind raced wildly. He was raping me, but he was good at this. His cock was long, but it was nice and thin, the kind that I truly do like on a man. In any other situation, I would have been crazy for his cock, but I was not sure about this group of guys. Again he pulled back all the way to the tip and rammed it home again letting his weight pin me to the car.
He went on at that same pace forever. All the way out, then rammed all the way in. My body relaxed as I became accustomed to the rhythm. It was not bad at all. His cock was just the right size, and he was not pumping hard enough to hurt me. My rear was totally relaxed and open now. To my amazement, I started to push back a little with each thrust. The little tingles in my rear were growing and growing. The feelings were familiar and I knew I was getting close to orgasm.
There is always that point when any man is inside you that you decide if you will orgasm or not. Most men are not very good at fucking, and I can tell that I will never orgasm at all. Those are the times that you just have a fake orgasm and get it over with. This was different. He was just good enough and his rhythm was just slow enough that I was going to come. My mind knew it and my body knew it. I was just a little embarrassed that I was being raped and loving it. I guess it is true; most girls do have a little rape fantasy locked in their head somewhere.
He kept going and going. His hands were digging into the flesh of my hips. My rear was awash with desire. Each thrust forward was sending tingles up my spine. It was going to be huge. It had been a long time since I've had a huge orgasm from a fucking, but this was getting too good. I loved the feel of his hands grabbing my hips and pulling himself into me. His rhythm was just right and new to me. He would slowly pull out and then pull me to him as he thrust forward, each time, pinning me to the car for just an instant, before he pulled back for the next thrust.
I had no idea what they would think about me, but I was getting closer each time he thrust forward. I was starting to lose control of my emotions. This was not the best fucking I've ever had, but it was close. My mouth opened and I started to moan involuntarily.
I whispered a soft barley audible, "Yes, yes, yes," as he hit bottom each time. The crowd was quite and said nothing. I raised my head and moaned louder this time. The feelings were making me drunk with lust. I need his cock inside me now. I need his hands on my hips. I was his. I was his little slut. Al the pent up emotions came pouring out.
"Fuck me," I cried.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I screamed out in a row.
Now the pace quickened in my butt. He was faster now. No more waiting and slowly backing out. He was all business. I could take it no longer. I started coming hard.
I lose all control and pee when I come hard. I grabbed a big gulp of air and stiffened my legs. Pee started flowing out my cock. A dribble at first, but them more and more as I had no control over him or my own body. (I am a transsexual and I take hormones, but I still have my cock. It does not work at all and never gets hard. But, I have what I call girl orgasms. Nothing comes out my cock, and I have totally different orgasms from men. Mine are very long and are more like huge waves of pleasure that sweep over my body. They can last for many minutes and I can lose all control of my body. They don't happen often but when they do, the earth moves under me. I just thought you might like to know what happens to girls when they come.)
Each thrust form him sent waves of pleasure up my spine and made a squirt of pee come out. I collapsed on the trunk and just let him go. The pee ran down my leg and pulled at my feet. God this felt good. Laying there on the car, all I could feel was the cock in my butt. My mind had shut down and the only thing that was real was that cock pushing in and out.
Then I heard him scream out loud breaking the night air with an ominous, "I'm Cumming!!!" He thrust one huge lunge into my rear and slammed down hard on top of me. I could feel a sharp pain deep inside my body as his cock rammed even deeper inside me. I gasped as his weight slammed me hard into the cool metal of the trunk lid. My eyes bulged out from the pressure and I just moaned deeply as I felt his hot semen pour into my rear.
I was in heaven.
This was not the best orgasm, but I loved the way he fucked me. I don't know if it was the idea that he wanted me enough to rape me or the idea that I wasn't in control, but the effect was maddening. I just wanted to have him stay right where he was. I wished I was in control, but that was not my option. The men holding my hands began to loosen their grip on my arms and legs. I sensed they knew I was not going to go any where. As they finally let go I pulled my sore arms into my body as my muscles relaxed in post orgasmic delight.
I could feel his gentle thrusts as his body pushed the last of his goo into my waiting ass. He was spent, but his body was stilling making the motions of pulling me to him. They were more pulses than thrusts. His hands would just pull my hips close and there would be a faint thrust in my rear.
My mind was slowly coming back into focus. I need to feel him inside me, so I clenched a little with my butt muscles. Sure enough, I felt his cock thrust forward ever so slightly. I felt him try to pull out, but I reached around and held him inside me. This was way too good to miss. I wanted to enjoy every minute.
In a few minutes I felt his hands relax on my hips and I surmised he was done and ready to pull out. Now for the critical moment. Guys always say something stupid after they orgasm. What is the big deal?? Why cant they just say something like thanks, or that was great???
With a quick push back, he yanked his cock out of my ass as I waited for his comment. Please say something nice.
I heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being closed, and then those words rang out.
"That is a great piece of ass," he exclaimed.
I smiled a crafty smile to myself and giggled a little inside. I could accept that as a compliment. Cheers and laughter erupt from the crowd.
"Now who's next?" I heard that same voice say.
I rolled myself around on the trunk to face my attackers. As my eyes focused I could see they were much younger than I had imagined. In the beginning I had not noticed or cared about ages, but now I was shocked to se that the oldest one looked to be only 20 or 21. I almost giggled as they looked back at me.
In answer to the pervious question, one of the youngest moved forward like it was going to be his turn. I could just make out the bulge in his pants. He moved closer to me and had that pleading look in his eyes.
I smiled and asked him, "Have you ever had sex before???"
He looked at the ground and replied, "No."
I reached out my hand and beckoned him to come closer. He moved closer and the crowd went quiet as I slowly rubbed the bulge in his jeans.
`Would you like a blow job???" I cooed.
A gasp went through the crowd as they waited for his response. I could only imagine what they were thinking. I am sure very cock there except the one that had just been in my rear was twitching. Out of the corner of my eye I could see several hands moving and rubbing their crotches.
I was in my horny place just like any girl gets. I've seen it several times before. You can always tell when a girl is in that honry place in her head. She wants and needs sex. It is such a change form normal girl life. You spend so much time telling guys to get lost, and then one day you can't get enough. I personally think it happens to all girls at some time. They just don't dare tell anyone about it. It is a strange craving that comes over you shortly after good sex. You just get in the mood for more and more. I think it has something to do with normal female mammals being in heat. They will go for days having sex over and over as often as possible and often with many males.
I was in that mental place. I need sex from them all. I was horny now. I wanted them al to fuck me, but first this little boy was going to have a nice sexy blow job.
I played with his cock and pulled it out of his fly. It was rock hard by the time I got it full out in the air. It was a nice solid 5 inches but fat, very fat. I squatted down and place his entire shaft din my mouth with one motion. He moaned and grabbed my head. I hate that, but this was his first time so I gently moved his hands off my head. He took the clue and put them behind his back. That was sweet. I let my tongue and throat work their magic. In less the 20 seconds, he exploded in my mouth. God do I love young cum. He had a big clean load. I never can figure out why young cum tastes so good but it just does. I made a big scene of making all kinds of yummy sounds as I slurped it down. He was the youngest and the smallest and I knew they had been teasing him. I would fix that real quick.
"God, you taste good," I exclaimed as I stood up. "You have the best cum I've ever tasted. The girls will love you."
I thought I could see his chest swell out, and I could hear some murmuring I the crowd behind him. "I'm next," a dark haired boy exclaimed loudly as he moved forward unzipping his fly as he spoke.
That was my fourth cock in my moth today. My jaw was getting sore and I was not in the mood for more cum. "no more blow jobs," I declared. They all looked sad. Well, what the heck, you can fuck me if you're slow and gentle," I said.
There were only two left that had not had some of me so it didn't seem like that muck. I had no idea what how I was getting into. As I was taking and the dark hair boy just moved forward and stroked a little to get it hard. I looked at the young flesh I had just agreed to fuck. They were not a bad looking lot. All were clean and under 25. This might be fun I thought to myself. I reached in my purse and got out my bottle of hand lotion that I use for lube. Hand lotion is really the best. It smells great, is super soft, and when you finish, your butt is silky soft. I took out a rubber and told him to put it on his cock. He looked hurt but I made it clear, no rubber no sex. He shook his head and put the rubber on.
When I made sure it was on good and I told him again, slow and gentle, I bent over the trunk and offered my butt to him. He moved forward and I reached around back and helped him find the hole. He was the handsomest of the crowd, and he had a nice long thin cock, my favorite.
I was I little cautions of him and I kept my hand back there just in case. He poked his cock in me, and slowly pulled it back out several times. I relaxed and moved my hand to steady myself on the trunk. He slow fucked me for several minters. I can sometimes just sit there and enjoy a slow fucking. I relaxed and just let him have my butt. As the pace quickened, I whispered, "Grab my hips." He complied and began to pull me to him. He had a nice steady rhythm going. I started to feel another orgasm coming. Please let him last until I come. I pushed back on the trunk and urged him deeper inside me. His grip on my hips tightened and I melted. Little flashes of pleasure were going up my spine with each stroke. I moaned a week, fuck me as he slammed deep in my rear and came. He had a death grip on my hips and I could feel his cock pulsing deep in side me. I have no idea how long we stayed there locked together. My rear was so open and sensitive I could feel every little heart beat in his cock. God, how much sex can one girl take???
Slowly he pulled out and quietly walked away without a word. I had totally forgotten about the last guy. He was muscular and hard. I could tell he worked out and he looked a little tougher than the others. I was so limp I had no resistance. I didn't even notice he was getting ready with a seven inch thick cock. He was the beigest of them all by far. But I was just relaxing and enjoying me little come down form orgasmic space. I could feel hands on my butt and a warm cock head pushing at my back door. For some reason I thought it was the last guy coming back for more.
I giggled and playfully asked, "Back for seconds already??"
"Not really, I heard a deep gruff voice reply.
I was still light headed and I just giggled at his response. I felt a firm grip on my hips as he held me to him and rammed his cock in me. I yelped at the massive intrusion into my tender rear. Wow, that almost hurt, I thought. What is going on? I tuned to see mister muscles with his arms all tight and his hands grabbing my hips tightly. He must have been a construction worker. I could tell by the firmness of his body and the ten iron draggers holding my hips in a vise like grip.
Gently, I yelled, more as a plea than a command. He said nothing but just pushed a little harder.
"Fuck her Jimmy," A voice cried. I turned around again to see the look on his face. It was stern and determined. This might be a problem. He relaxed his pressure on my hips, only to ram more cock inside me. It was painful and normally I would have been I severe pain, but my rear was so opened up form the three guys before him that I was just hopping he would not injure my insides. I tried to squirm away, bit it was no use. He was powerful and honry.
He started with little quick stokes. Hard and fast, not to my liking at all. He was pounding me so hard I could barely take a breath. His assault on my rear continued as he started moving faster and faster. Please let him come fast. He slowed a bit and then sped back up. It went on forever. My rear was wearing out. I decide my only option was to beg for more and help him come quickly.
I pleaded, "Fuck me Jimmy, fuck my sweet ass. Fuck me baby. "
He stopped for just an instant when he heard those words. I do know my men. It worked. I had triggered that little voice inside his head that said "all girls want to be raped secretly." Now with determination he plunged deep in my rear. Faster and faster I felt my head and body just shaking wildly as he overpowered me. I went limp and my legs were rubber now. He held me up with the force he was fucking me with. He was holding me so tight my weight was entirely on the shaft of his cock. This was new for me. everything went blurry as he fucked my now sore ass.
Then with three hard thrusts he slammed all his weight on me and pushed me hard against the trunk lid. I knew he was not wearing a rubber, but it was way too late to worry about that. His cock pumped my rear full of his semen. My body reasoned with delightful waves of orgasms sweeping over my body. Wave after wave crashed over me. He was hard. I could feel his maleness inside me and outside me. Everything he had was hard and male. I simply collapsed on the trunk as he pulled out. My rear was pulsing and shaking. It was not sure if it wanted the cock back or was happy to see it go. My body was spent. I looked up to make sure there were no more cocks headed at me. Luckily for me I could just see them as they rounded the corner headed back to the bar. No telling what they would all say once they were back inside, but I felt sure they would tell everyone they had just gang banged me. I knew I would need to stay away form there for a long time.
I trembled as I picked myself up and got in the car locking the doors quickly. I could still feel his cock in my ass. I was shaking so bad I knew I couldn't drive and there was no going in the bar. I just slumped back in the seat as I played that entire day out in my head. I have never had that much sex in one day and I never want to do it again. It was fun, it was a fantasy, but that was too close to disaster. I just hoped he had not injured my rectum.
I sat in the car an hour before I could move to go home. I was a mess. I looked like I had been fucked hard. My rear was throbbing like mad. My legs were still trembling a little and I was almost in shock from having so much sex. Finally I started the car and headed for home. As I drove in my driveway, I thought to myself, that was a very sexy day, but please let this happen only once in my life.
I turned off the car and a little smile came over my face. I still didn't know which one of the guys was my secret admirer, the one that sent me the free beer. Was he one of the five guys that just used me for their animal lust???????
What a day for sex. That was really more than I could take. I squeezed my butt muscles and I could still feel the last cock inside me. He had the hardest cock I had ever had inside me, and I wanted to feel him again, but not tonight. Tonight I just wanted to take a bubble bath and fall asleep in my soft bed. Two married guys and one virgin came in my mouth, two studs gently slow fucked me, and two animals raped my tender ass.
I turned off the motor and slowly walked to the house on shaky legs. My rear hurt with each step, but it was a good hurt and I smiled as I opened the door, I was all girl tonight.
Now you know why I waited so long to write this all down.
If you would like to make a date with me, then you will need to write me a nice letter and tell me about yourself and why you think we should meet. Remember, you know about my little passions, and I want to know something about you. Tell me your age, your size, your sexual preference. I will not meet you for just sex. You will need to plan a date and be a gentleman. I am not usually like this, and this was just one night that I was out on the town. Write a real letter and tell me why I should date you and what you want to do when we go out.
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