Message-ID: <5680eli$9711181125@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "M. Car" Subject: Moods 2/2 (TG from a different perspective) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19971117235704.19739.qmail@hotmail.com> If you remember from the first episode of Mood Changes, I was recovering from a fantastic night with an awesome babe. Great looking, really built, and extremely forward. This lady had taken and drained me, giving me my first ever ass fuck then packed me off to sleep by myself. A curious thing was that my room was located directly accross from hers. This is what happened next. As I was unlocking the door I heard activity from across the hall. Thinking I might get some delicious breakfast company, I snatched open the door and was saying "Sherry?" while doing it. The door opened and,,,,, My chin hit the floor, my eyes were probably bugging out, my gut did instant flip-flops. There stood a guy in a camel double-breasted suit, About 5'10", Big Blue eyes, dark auburn hair pulled back as in a ponytail, thick full lips but looking very athletic, very masculine. My jaw must have been bouncing off the floor. "Sherry?" The guy had a dumbfounded startled look on his face. The near perfect features were turning red, becoming confused, eyes assuming a scared look. There couldn't be two people in the world with eyes like those. There couldn't be another with that full lipped mouth, and beautiful auburn hair. But,,, this was different! Definitely different. "Sherry?" "Ah,,,, Ah,,,, Umm,,, Steve, we need to ah,,,, talk about,,,, ah,," "Sherry? It is you, right?" "Steve, can we talk about this,,, ah this evening,, may be this afternoon?" this person stammered. "Steve,,, um,,, I have an appointment in a few minutes and really have to be there." "What's with the ahhh,, suit?" I asked, still trying to clear a very confused head. He/she/it said, "Promise me we can talk this afternoon. Do you have a number I can reach you at? Hopefully you'll ahh,,, I can ahh,,, it will be easy to understand then, OK? I really have to go." In a near comma, I grabbed a business card from my pocket and scribbled a number. As I shoved it into her/his/it's hand, I felt the softness of the skin. I jerked my hand back, looking at the soft hand, looking for the fingernail polish I remembered from last night. "Please Steve, I do want a chance to talk to you. Really want to be with you. I'll call you as soon as I can get free. OK?" This was said with those big beautiful blue eyes pleading at me. Total mental instability overcame me as I sort of slumped in my open doorway. "Sure Sherry, call me, as soon as possible." "Thanks Steve, you're so sweet for this." With that, this person leaned close, gave me a quick kiss right on the mouth and quickly walked down the hall. My eyes watched each step, looking for a sign of who I had been with last night. Total Confusion. I finally closed my mouth and looked down at my briefcase that had fallen from my hand. Picking it up, I checked my cell phone and decided to go back into my room for the fresh charged battery. The whole time I was doing the chore, the chance meeting in the hall was replaying in my head. The thing didn't make any sense, nothing figured. I went down to breakfast and sat alone near the corner I had been in the night before. I ordered, sucked coffee, smoked, picked at my food, and tried to analyze what had just happened. I was so deep in thought I didn't hear the "Mister" "Ah Sir?" "Mister, you alright?" "Can I get you something else?" "Oh, sa, sa, sorry," I stuttered, "I'm fine thanks." Then looking at my watch, realized I needed to hussle for my own appointed meeting. "Check please, OK?" Emersed in meetings about how to make a routine work and how this program would work with that one, made for a fast paced morning. Most of the information stuff was done for the day. All I had to do was to write the stuff up, Email it in to the home office, then wait for their updates to the programs. It was a little after 2 PM that I was leaving the customer when my briefcase started with the "ring." I stepped into an alcove and answered. "Steve here." "Steve?" it was Sherry's voice. "Yeah, it's me, I think anyway." "Steve, can you meet me in about an hour?" she asked expantly. "Sure, where?" just thinking of the female, not the illusion from this morning. "How about the same starting place as yesterday, OK?" She asked in a voice that gave a hint of the smile that was there last night. "Sure, Sherry, see you at the bar in an hour." "Thanks Steve, see you in a few." And she was gone. Well, this should be really fun. Wonder what's going to greet me, this mornings illusion, or last night's lady. With those thoughts, I quickly drove to the hotel and went to my room to wash my face. Deciding to be a little more ready for this meeting, or at least a little more comfortable, I changed from the suit into some slacks, and a pull over with a sport coat. This way I at least looked casual and mabe the attire would make me more confident in this strange situation. A face wash, tooth brush, quick gargle, a check for unruly beard whiskers and done. I left the room with at least 20 minutes to spare. For just a second I listened to hear if anyone was moving around inside the room across from mine. With the air conditioning whirring you couldn't hear anyway, so I went straight to the lounge. A little early for drinking, but a beefeaters might make me feel a little better. In the lounge I went to the same seat at the far corner of the bar as the night before. This time I moved the chairs some what, so there was a little more room between my chair and the one next to me. With my back to the wall, I started in on my drink and a fresh smoke. Wham, she came in. She was wearing what appeared to be a modest, very loose, sleeveless blouse and a slightly flared skirt, just above the knees. Coming up to me, she took my arm, leaned into me and kissed me on my hairy cheek. There it was again, that perfume, but not as heavy as last night, light, but still heady. "Hi, Steve" she said dragging her chair nearer mine and perching with her legs together, feet on the stool rung. "Glad you could meet me." I must have been smiling as she smiled real big at me. You know how girls have to arrange themselves. They sort of half stand on a bar stool rung, rub the butt with the hand, down the underside of their thigh, supposedly smoothing their skirt. She was doing it. Personally I think it's a scam. They use that opportunity to lean over and show you their chest. They use it as an excuse to fondle themselves. They use it as an excuse to near fall on you. But still, us guys love it. She ordered her drink and lit a smoke. I ordered a second and pulled one of my smokes. She lit mine for me in that perfect lady like finese that she has. We turned to each other, knees just touching. She reached across and took my big paws in her hands and just looked at me. I looked expectantly at her with a smile. "Steve, I guess I have some explaining to do." she said. "Oh yeah," I breathed, mesmerized by her beauty, but remembering this morning's shock. "It's a long story, hope you have some time." she said looking down to our hands joined at our knees, giving a squeeze. Not really making things work in my thick skull, thinking that what I wanted was not going to happen in public, I gave her a smile and "for you Sherry, I have all the time in the world." "Should we talk here? or should we go to somewhere more private?" I asked. "May be my room?" "No Steve, let's stay here and talk, it might be easier for me." she said. "So?" I said finally clearing my head and at least thinking it might be fairly important why this gorgeous creature had been dressed in drag this morning. Kind of a reverse from the drag stuff I had heard about. "Steve, I'm not what I look like." she said with eyes still lowered. "You look great to me Sherry, a lot better than that get up you had on this morning." "Oh Steve, listen to me." she said as our eyes made contact. "You see me as Sherry, I'm not a girl." Well shut my mouth and smack me hard. Pinch me, shock me, or whatever but I wasn't buying into this. "You mean you're a girl and dress like a guy right?" I said with my voice a little uneasy. "No Steve, you see a guy that looks like a girl." This time I could feel her hands moisten with sweat and start to tremble a bit. Looking at her eyes, there was a hint of tear starting to form. "Sherry," I said trying to comfort this beauty ready to break down, "I don't understand any of this, all I know is that you mesmerized me last night. We had an extremely nice time together and I know I liked it." That was a lot of talking for me. "Steve, honey, I really enjoyed you to and hope we can see more of each other, but you need to understand what I am." She said this with a pleading look in her eye. No tears just a look of "Listen to me OK?" I stared at her. Dumb guy that I am, I checked her for the adams apple bump guys have, no trace. In the process, my eyes are running straight down her blouse. Such a lech. Nice ones, nipples not pointing as much through the front at this point, but you could tell she was braless with what you could see. I checked the legs, hose of some kind, wow, great legs. She was saying stuff, but my mind was not absorbing. Female block on a male mind. "Steve, listen to me." she said, sounding a little miffed. "Sorry, Sherry, just trying to figure this out, you look like you did last night, fabulous. You look great. You gotta be the best looking lady I have even been around." "OK Steve, just settle down and just listen." with that she separated our hands and took one of my cigarettes, lit it, and stuck it in my mouth. She lit one for herself, leaned on the bar with one elbow and put her head in her hand looking at me. Lips straight, no smile, but still, drop dead good looking. "Now, I'm male, at least in body. I am female in my head. I have been this way all my life I think. A few years ago, I decided to make myself look how I felt inside. I let my hair grow, had my face hair removed, and had these made to look like a lady." She said this lifting her right hand cupping her right breast while still leaning her head in her propped up hand. Leaning back in the chair, sitting more upright, she took a drag from her cigarette and continued. "Soon, very soon, I'm going to have myself made into a real lady. I've been to counseling and have been approved for gender alteration. Right now I'm still sort of a man, but soon I will be all woman." "Sherry," I said, becoming awed by her beauty again and not really paying attention, "to me you are all woman, right now. What we enjoyed last night was awesome. We pleasured each oth....." Before I finished the sentence, last night flashed through my mind. The total senario made more sense at this moment. "Is that why you wouldn't let me give back the pleasure you gave me?" I asked, now mentally stumbing with the fact I had made love to a man, and enjoyed it. Even wanted more of her ah, him. "Steve," she said with a very soft gentle voice, "If you had found me out last night, you would have left, and never seen me again. We wouldn't have had all the fun. I wouldn't have had the opportunity to enjoy you the way it feels good to me." "Steve?" "Yeah?" "So what do you think of making love to another guy?" she said, giving me a real seductive look. A slight smile came across her face, a tease, a challenge. "Sherry," I began, "last night I made it with a fabulous lady. I was made love to by a very desireable lady. For everything you have just said,,, I'm sorry but you are not a guy, you are all woman." Then I added, "for at least what I have seen to this point." "Steve?" "Yes?" "Have you ever had a homosexual experience?" she asked quietly. "Nope, have not really ever given it any thought." Breifly remembering the "Lets beat meat sessions" as a kid. "Well honey," she said leaning into me, brushing a hardening nipple on my hand and kissing me softly on the mouth, "you have now had your first real homosexual experience. Hope you're Okay with that." "Damn, Sherry," I said. "It just can't be, you are really all lady." "If so Steve, what did I look like this morning." she asked. That was a sobering thought. The person this morning gave the impression of all man. But it still didn't make sense, I was looking at this absolutely fantastic female, all woman, at least it looked that way. "You've got me there Sherry. Who did I see this morning?" "You saw Terry." she said emphatically. "You saw what I have to be right now, what I don't want to be, but have to be for just a little while longer." "Sherry, Terry, whatever, this is too much for me. Let's go for a walk, a drive, something. I don't want the booze clouding this up. Let's go for a drive so we, ah, I ah, can think this through." This was getting complex. She questioned, "would it be better if you went off to consider this by yourself?" "No Sherry," I said with conviction, "I want you to be with me, I want to be with you. Especially while this is fresh. Might have to ask you some questions that only you can answer. Let's go." "Good, I want to be with you too, I'm glad you are being so accepting." "Sherry, I haven't accepted anthing, you are still a girl, and I don't know what it's going to take for me to change my mind." I said this near pulling her out of the lounge toward the parking lot. We got into the rental Lincoln with bench seats, me holding the passenger door for Sherry. She slid over to the center folding her legs up under her, sort of leaning toward the driver's side. When I got in and settled, Sherry put her left hand on my shoulder and held the muscle of my right arm with her right hand. Intimate, not agressive, but intimate. I drove out of the city into what some call the foot hills. It didn't take long to get away from the clutter of city and subburbs. Driving along a blacktop we came to what appeared to be a small roadside park. Lots of trees and a ways back, some picnic tables. I turned in and drove to the back of the picnic area and parked under some trees. Shutting off the engine with the right hand I was starting to open up the door with my left. "Let's not get out just yet, OK?" Sherry said this still clutching my right arm and kind of tugging on it. I turned to say something but my just opening mouth was met with a very nice soft lipped mouth in one of those tummy flip flop open mouth kisses. We kissed and kissed. Pretty soon I turned more toward her to put my arms around her. The more I turned the more she leaned into me, near laying across the seat. We kept kissing till my head was whirling. Then she got my attention by moving her right hand down to pass across the bulge that had appeared in my slacks. She sort of leaned into me, forcing me back toward the door as she kissed my hairy cheek, then throat, then the hairy chest showing in the open neck shirt, all the while taking a more agressive hold on my now very hard dick. Whew, good. I started trying to lift her back up for more of those great kisses, but she had her own agenda. Her left hand was flat on my chest, pushing. Her right hand was doing some fancy undoing of my slacks. Pop went the Sans-a-belt buttons. Buzz and the zipper was done for. She let out a slight gasp as the top part of my bare dick showed, forcing the pants leg up, drooling a spot on the pants. No underwear when casual. Sherry grasped my dick and started working it out of the pants leg, in the open. It flipped up, smacking her on the cheek. "Ohhh, so beautiful" she said as she stuck her tonuge out to lift the drool oozing out of the head. She proceeded to do the ice cream thing. You know licking around the head, then straight up to the head for more drool. She had this down, with both hands around the dick, she pulled down to totally stretch the skin, do a tongue twirl around the head, then pull up on the dick, forcing more droop up, just in time for her tounge to reach the head and the juice. Then just like last night, she started sliding down my dick till I felt it jammed at the back of her throat. My turn to "Oow and Ohhhh and Ahhh" feeling her lips, tongue and cheeks surrounding my dick. She backed off an inch or so then went down hard on me, jamming the head of my dick into her throat. Wow, was that good. As soon as she seemed to bottom out, she would, back off and force me into her throat again, but deeper each time. This accompanied by the same up and down motion of both her hands, was doing what probably was intended, getting me off. "Sherry, Ohhh Sherry" I moaned. "You gotta stop, gonna cum, gonna cum real soon, slow down baby, slow down, gonna cum." She didn't listen. Has to be a broad. Just locked down on that thing and started sucking hard, jamming it down her throat, pumping the base rapidly with her hands. She was slurping, gasping, and slobbering. All those sex sounds, smells, and that gorgeous head bouncing in my lap did the trick. "Ahh, Sherry, Ohhhh god Sherry, Ohhhh, Ohhhh" and my tummy darts shot down to my balls, which sent a signal to the base of my dick to get ready. Just as the good stuff seemed to be coming up my dick, her two hands squeezed tight. She pulled her head off my dick, took a deep breath, looked at me with that mussed lady look of passion, and kissed me. Then right back down to lick the head a couple of times,n then she pulled me into her mouth, then throat and started really pumping her hands. Well as soon as her hands loosened the slightest, giezers of cum shot through my dick, burning the head end as it came out. "Oh Sherry, so good, so damn good." pumping my hips into her sucking mouth. The stuff came and came and came and came. I looked down and cum was all over my pubic hair, around my balls, coming out of her mouth around my dick, covering her pumping hands. Couldn't believe all the juice I was shooting. My dick finally stopped spasming and Sherry slowly brought her mouth off my dick. She once again, looked up at me with that super passionate look, come all over her cheeks, nose and chin, and grinned big. She lifted up quickly gave me an open mouthed kiss exchanging lots of my own juice, then dropped down to suck my dwindling cock back into her mouth. I laid back against the door, drained while Sherry sucked my dick clean then licked up all the cum overspray. With my eyes closing, relaxing, I moaned, "Ohh Sherry, that was so good. You do that the best, ever." As soon as those words were out of my mouth, her whole body laid on mine and her cum soaked face was in mine, kissing me tenderly. We held each other for what seemed like hours. Me getting my strength back, her gently kissing me while hold and stoking my now soft dick. "So how do you like me as a cock sucker honey?" She asked softly. "Oh Sherry, that was great,, you are great." I hoarsely whispered. "So," she started, "You don't mind having a guy suck your cock heh?" "Oh hush, baby, I don't want to know you but as a woman, my woman." I said with sincereity, realizing that was about as commital to any female I had ever been with. Then my eyes popped open at again the realization that this may be a guy I'm fooling with. I started figiting trying to bring my legs back down to the floor boards. Sherry looked up at me questioningly. "Gotta get out, babe, gotta take a leak." With that she pulled back from me to allow me to move. I opened the door and swung out pulling my pants up to walk. Leaving the door open, I heard the buzzer going because of the keys in the ignition. The buzz quit as I neared a tree trunk. You know, it's better to water a tree than just grass, a guy thing huh. Just about the time I was letting go full force, Sherry walked up next to me and stood, watching me go. I finished, shook off, flipped my limp one in my pants and started putting the slacks back to gether. I glanced at Sherry and she was now standing slightly turned with her back toward me, legs apart, skirt up, and a stream arcing out at the ground. Holy Shit! I was still standing there with my pants half buttoned, mouth wide open when she turned back to me. She looked at my hands at my buttons, then my face, grinned a little and said, "had to go too." With that, she started for the car while I finished straightening the pants. Geez, too much I thought, still tasting my own joy juice from the recent fun and kisses. I went back to the car where she was standing. She hugged me, a full body hug, tilted her head back and looked up. With a second nature sort of reaction, I just leaned down and kissed her. We kissed and snuggled for a bit then strolled around the little park. "You all right with this?" She asked as we were walking hip to hip, sort of a slow swaggering shuffle. "Guess I am," I said with shrug. Not really knowing what to make of me, my feelings, or where this was going. "Lets get something to eat, I've had my desert already but will want more later." she said with a squeeze and an upturned mouth for another kiss. We went back to the car, retraced out route back to the city. Instead of going back to the hotel I pulled into a resturant right up to the door. A car jockey (Valet to you uppity people) opened Sherry's door and let her out. As she swung her legs out, the boy gasped. Sherry's skirt had pulled way up to top of her stockings. She pulled it down before anything else showed and smirked at the guy as she came around the car. We went in, we were seated at a smoking table in the dark rear dining room, nearly alone. It was still early. We ate big, Italian. A great clams casino for appetiser. Lots of wine. And a trip each to the John. Me to the mens, her to the womens, (wonder if she stands over the pot.) "Damn" I thought, "just can't believe she is a guy." On the way back to the hotel, we chatted about our jobs and where we lived, getting to know one another. When we got back to the hotel, Sherry wanted us to go to her room as she had some more of the bubbly, saying we could order something to snack on from room service while we watched TV and talked. We did a repeat of the previous night. She hit the john, then I went to unload. When I dried my hand this time, I noticed once again panties and bra hung over the rack. Taking the panties, I felt the wet spot again, but this time examined it. It was damp, near crusty in places. I lifted them to my nose and smelled. Familiar perfume scent but also a sex smell, not sour but also familiar. When I returned to the room area, I was greeted by a wonderful sight. Sherry was propped on the bed with two glasses of what must have been more of last nights champaign. This time, instead of her street clothes, she had changed. She now wore an opague long gown cut deep at the bodice, showing her two fine firm breasts. They literally spilled out of the gown, giving me a near total view, hiding only the nipples. A single button held a single loop of thread keeping the gown together. The deep revealing split showed the sides and beginning of the bottoms of her breasts, then continued down till you thought you might see her belly button. Ah such beauty, yet, definitely different. Sherry said, "have a sip, then put on the big terrycloth robe near the bathroom." No sip, a big gulp, slobbering some down my bearded chin causing Sherry to laugh at my clumsiness and obvious startled condition. I went to the alcove where the bathroom was and found the robe. Stripping quickly, I pondered whether to strip completely or leave my pants on. No undies today so no way to do this except bare or pants. "Oh Well" I thought, "gone this far, might as well be bare too." Getting into the bed, I sat next to Sherry, who was propped up at the head board. As I settled down, I made sure the robe was covering me well. I stared hard at where I thought her crotch would be, trying to discern a lump or panty line, or anything. Nothing showed, confusing the issue more, really not figuring everything out. This time I sipped my refilled glass, while Sherry watched me with a near amused look on her face. She seemed to be pondering our situation, as well as some opening dialouge. "Steve?" "Yes?" I said turning to look her in those huge, dark blue eyes. "Man she is good looking," I couldn't help thinking. "Steve, now that there doesn't seem to be any big secret about my condition, how do you feel about me now?" This was asked with her eyes assuming a dark look of aphrension. "Sherry, I'm still confused by this whole thing. As for Sherry, you are the most fasinating, addicting girl I've even met." I said this seriously, looking directly in her eyes to let her know I meant it. "But Steve..." Sherry, hold on," cutting her off. "As for this other, ah, um, Terry, I'm not sure what I feel or that I want to know anthing at all." "OH" she said, sounding a little disappointed. I continued, "You see, what we did last night was different, at least for me. I don't go around picking up women while traveling. Even when I'm home, I'm not great at going out to try to meet women. So last night was different, I met you, was overcome by you, your appearance, your beauty, our conversation, your forwardness, your perfume, and then your fantastic sexiness. You consummed me, no pun intended, but you did. I was consumed with you and by you. It was something very big for me. Then today, this morning, I was shocked. Startled into some dream world of denial. Still, right this second, I am in that same state of denial. I want to know you more. I want to know you better. But at the same time, I'm afraid or at least apphresive of knowing you too well." My eyes had been looking at her, dropping down, focusing on those tits, then raising to look at her beautiful lips, then an eye to eye contact. "Sherry, that sums it up. I want to know you better. I want to know more about you. But I am scared of what that may bring or be." Sherry leaned into me, pressing her breast to my arm, hugging me. She turned her head up to be with a serious smile and reached for my lips. We met half way, kissing gently, searching for answers within the lingering soft kiss. I flicked her lips with my tongue and her mouth opened, sucking my tongue into it's depths. The kiss lasted and lasted without any other movement from each of us. Just a continuing kiss. Sherry pushed back from me, letting me observe those twin beauties just a bit. She cleared her throat in a manner that indicated she was clearing her head of the passion that showed on her face. She brought her eyes to mine. "Last night, when we met. It was chance. I always dress as Sherry at night to bring myself peace and sense of who I really am. You just happened to be there. You intrigued me with your actions and obvious actions of not trying to pick me up. I teased you bunches. You reacted well, didn't become macho and start grabbing or assuming or anything. That drove me nuts. I wanted to see how far I could tease you. After a while, my teasing was getting me hot too. So I decided to have you, in my own way, in ways I knew you would never find me out. I had you in a way, I've never had anyone before. I thought that today would never be. We would just pass in time, a happening, something to look back upon and wonder. Then this morning....." Sherry shifted around and sat cross legged at my side, facing me, her gown pulled down over her knees. "This morning was as much a shock to me as it was to you." You could tell she was uncomfortable at this point. "This morning was the first time ever that someone knew me, or had seen me dressed in my two genders. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to run, to get away, get out of town. You persisted just enough to make me wish to explain to you, maybe get you to understand me, help me to understand me. Possibly a friend who really knows me, one who will listen to me." "You have my attention, that's for sure. I'm listening lovely lady." "Hush," she said giving me flat handed swat on the thigh, "I'm not finished." "A lot of years ago, I gave up on relationships. I wanted a boyfriend not girl friends. I wanted a man who wanted me for a woman. Not a guy who wanted me as another guy. I tried that, I didn't like it. It frieghtened me to have those relationships. It wasn't kids experimenting any longer. It was two young guys playing with each other. It was men who only lusted after other men. It was men who lusted after a kinky affair. I didn't want that, that did not make me feel feminime." "So," she continued, now taking my hand in both of hers, "about 7 years ago I decided to be celibate or at least not have contact with other men for sex. Sometime in there, I started to plan on a gender change. I researched everything written. Went to a couple of specialist. Had so many tests done to me that by then I'd had more needles than a junkie. When all was evaluated, I was told I could be a candidate for a gender change. One of the things that was against me was I had tiny breasts and had not gotten them enhanced. So I did. Also did some work on my very light face hair." "When that was done," she said now getting into her story, getting comfortable with her tale, getting enthusiastic about her life, "I really felt like a near woman. I could look at myself with panties on and see a female. I liked myself. With my long hair, and female face and figure, my tits did it. I could dress as a woman and no one questioned, not once. I was careful not to let people with whom I had a business relationship ever see me after work. I was careful to always dress masculine at work, never giving them a hint." Now she pulled by hand up to her breast and molded it to the underside of one of her great tits. I cupped it, not moving, as she seemed to just want me to hold one, reasurring her that she was female, on top at least. "My one problem Steve, was that I was lonely. Lonely for a friend, lonely for companionship, lonely for love." With that she passed my hand over her nipple, making it stiffen with just one soft touch. "Steve, when I met you and teased you, I wanted to feel you next to me. I wanted to make love to you. Give you some of my stored up passion. I did. And kept you from my secret." Putting my hand back in both of hers, in her lap, she continued. "This morning when you didn't run, when you questioned me, wanting to know more, I really became confused. I wanted a friend, but didn't want my secret out. I enjoyed our loving, but didn't wish you to know more of me,at least not yet. When we talked about it, you didn't just walk away. You listened. You only wanted to know me as a girl. You only wanted to know Sherry. I like that. That's what I have always wanted. That's why I'm telling you all this. I want you to keep knowing Sherry." With that, Sherry leaned across and hugged my arm, gave me a chaste lip kiss and sat back. "After all that, think we can still be friends?" She said this with that glorious girl look. The one with the half closed eyes. Looking down but still at you at the same time. I pulled Sherry to me, wrapped my arms around her and held her. I tilted her head up and kissed her. First softly, then firmer. A little tongue and OH Boy, we were devouring each other with Kisses. As we kissed, we slid slowly down in the bed till we were side by side facing each other. The act of sliding down had exposed Sherry's legs and panties. I was now bare to my belly button. Sherry's leg was up over my hip, our bodies molded together. We kissed and kissed. My dick started spasming against our tummies, getting our attention. As we kissed, Sherry's hand went beneath the robe I was wearing, pushing it off me, completely baring all of me. She brushed her hand over my chest, arms, thighs, legs, groin as a blind person would, getting to know me. She touched every square inch from my face to my knees. While kissing, she shrugged her shoulders and then flip, our lips separated, cloth passed my mouth, then our lips joined. But now I felt her tits in my chest. Her tummy flat against mine. My dick between her legs stretching up and tapping her on her lower back. Sherry reached between us and grabbed me. "Easy lover, I want to make love to you. Let me do it, please,,,, Ohhh, please let me do it." Sensing she wished me to be still, I continued to hold her and kiss her. Sherry scooted up till she was just slightly higher than me. With my dick in her hand, she started rubbing it over her butt cheeks. Spreading my dick drool over them. She flipped the small bit of material out of the way and pushed the head of my dick to a slippery opening. I pushed slightly. "Ahhh, easy honey." I'm really sore from the ravaging you gave me last night. Hold still, let me." I did. I held still. Still laying on our sides, facing each other, she forced the head of dick into her opening. "Ugh" she grunted accepting the knob. With one hand still directing me, her other held me around my back. Her one leg moved forward working itself under me, so both knees were now at my sides, her mid body arched away, with her hips pushing against me. She slid me in a little more, then a pull back and she forced four or five inches into her. "Oh Steve, you are so, so big. When I saw you last night, I didn't know whether I could get you in me. But I was determined. Ohhh, you are so big. You must have rearranged my insides, you were in so deep." With a push she accepted even more of me. She pushed me on my back following me, keeping her knees at my sides, now sitting on top of me. I bent my legs so she could lay back against them. As she leaned back, she pushed down hard on me forcing more of me inside. Sherry came back above me, with her hands at each side of me. She leaned down and kissed me passionately. Then started to pump slowly up and down. "Oh, Steve, Steve, this is so good." My hands were now cupping her bottom, helping her work me in and out of hers. Her breasts were just out of mouths reach, so I took one hand from her butt and directed a nipple to my mouth to suck. As soon as my mouth touched her nipple, before the first suck, Sherry was groaning loudly. "Oh, yes, yess, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." My mind was racing along an orgasmic trail. All the sensations were very acute. She was tight, amazingly slick, but tight. Then suddenly Sherry stiffened. She sank down till nearly all of me was inside, only about an inch showed. She raised and lowered herself furiously impalling herself deeper. I was going to cum. Right then. Her ass tighted into a vice grip on my dick, squeezing off any progress my juice had. She was pushing down so hard on my dick it felt like she was ripping the skin loose from around the base of the head. Her hole loosened for a split second. She went up and down then squeezed again. She did it again. Each time she loosened, it felt as if my cum would start up the shaft, then she would push herself completely down on me and squeeze. "Auugh, Oh Sherry, gotta cum, Oh baby, Ohhhh," I groaned hoping she would loosen her butthole and let me cum. She didn't. She just kept loosening pulling up, sliding back down to the base, then squeezing the base of dick. All of a sudden her body went limp, collapsing on me, her asshole loosening. I grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her as hard and fast as I could. Instantly my dick swelled and burst inside her. She was limp. I was holding her body away from mine to keep the angle, sliding her up and down, keeping a rythm with my hips. We were doing the "ohhhs and ahhhhs" the "Soooo Goooood" "Sooo Deeeep" and finally "Oh, Oh, Oh, OH, Oh, Aaaaaaaaahhhhh." As I gushed into her, holding her away from my body, little puddles were forming on my stomach, chest and neck. This didn't distract from my orgasm, my cum, my getting off, but I was aware it was happening. I even looked down to see the source. At that precise moment my dick was jerking inside her super tight butt, sending more juice into her, her face was dangling over my shoulder, and her "dick" was sticking out of panties sending a stream of juice toward our faces. We collapsed, or rather I let her fall down covering my body with hers, impalled on my still spasming dick. For the first time I could feel her dick pressing into me as she lay on me. It was squirming too, probably letting loose with the last of her orgasm. We were too sex dulled to move. We just lay there, her atop me, till my dick started softening then was expelled from her hot hole. Cupping those great butt cheeks of hers I pulled her into me rubbing our groins together, still feeling her dick between us. She stirred, lifting her head, kissing me passionately then moved slowly, sliding to my side, the oozing juice from her ejaculation spreading over us. With her head on my shoulder, Sherry reached down and scooped up some juice from the puddle on my tummy. First she tasted it then rubbed it into my skin. She drew her finger to my neck playing in the cum. Getting a large glob on her finger, she brouht it up under my nose. Obviously man stuff. Then she stuck her finger into my mouth. Thinking this was one of her games, I fondled between her butt globes and scooped up some of the leaking juice I had deposited. Bringing it first to my nose then to hers, then to her mouth. She sucked it from my fingers then attacked me with kisses. We kissed and kissed. Going from the post sex lethargic feeling to I think I might want seconds feeling quickly. Sherry bounced from the bed, saying, "I'll be right back." Sherry brought a damp wash rag back and washed me gently. Since I was getting interested again, the wash job just enhanced the feeling making it firmer by the second. Sherry threw the wash cloth down, dove on me kissing my face first, then moving down my cum smeared chest to consume my dick. She sucked my entire semi-soft/semi-firm dick into her mouth. Using her tongue on the underside she sucked hard, pulling the head of my dick deeper into her mouth. I could feel her constricted throat as my dick began to grow more with the attention. My knob grew, Sherry's sucks became more demanding, and all of sudden, the head of my dick passed some barrier in her mouth. I could feel myself getting harder while being encased in her throat. She pulled back stretching my quickly firming dick with her lips then instantly dove back down, forcing my dick down her throat again. She had brought me from a semi-firm state to super hard, fast. After three or four deep deep sucks she pulled back popping my dick from her mouth, looking at it with a conquering look. Sherry laid over on her side raising her face for kisses, hugging her belly on my drooling dick. I pushed her on her back and proped myself up so I could be over her while kissing and fondling her chest. With the same enthusiasm she had touched me, I smoothed her skin with light carresses. From her neck, over her breasts, along her sides, over her tummy, down the outside of her thighs, up the inside of the same thigh to skip over her groin and once again pass over her tummy then chest, ending by cupping her face to me for more kisses. I kissed her eyes, her neck, and spent minutes kissing her breasts. Licking all around the breast to finish with a firm full nipple between my sucking mouth. I worked by way to her stomach with kisses, tasting the residule of our previous frenzy. As I traveled south, Sherry lifted my head back to her face, preventing me from a discovery mission. Not being put off from making love to her, I turned her onto her stomach, then continued the search and touching of her body. I leaned over her back, kissing, sucking, nibbling on her neck. I kissed the shoulders and middle of her back, making her squirm and pull her shoulders back. My hand was cupping her beautiful butt globes, smoothing them, feeling the whole contour, then cupping and squeezing again. My kisses trailed down her spine to the cleft of her globes. Upon reaching that division, each full cheek recieved little nips, sucks, and kisses, making little cherry spots on those gorgeous globes. With my tongue at the top of the cleft, I pulled the globes apart, trailing my wet tongue down the split which still held the material of her panties. My tongue worked back and forth, pushing the strip of fabric aside, till just the tip of my tongue found the soft puckered hole. Sherry shivered, her globes wobbling, closing on my face. When my tongue just barely touched the place of my recent pleasure, Sherry pushed her butt into my face groaning, "Ohhh, Ohhh," I darted a pointed tongue into her a couple of times getting the same response while tasting some freshly applied lubricant. She was pushing her bottom into my face forcing herself up on her knees, while her face remained buried in a pillow. My dick was stretched tight, rock hard, swollen. I was crazy to get into her again. Grabbing her hips, I pulled my self up to my knees while continuing to lick and tickle her nether hole. Raising up, I used my knees to push her knees apart. Still holding her globes, I pulled them apart and aimed. Resting the head of my dick on her butt, I pulled it down the crease till it thumped at her hole. Pushing lightly I tried to enter. I pushed harder and it still could not gain an entrance. I grabbed my dick and rubbed in around in the lubricant on her butt, then placed it back to center. This time, I leaned into her, she pushed back and pop, the head had passed in to her. "Auggh, Steve, Ohhh. you're so big, so big, Ohhhh." Letting her gain control of herself, I held still. When she started forward, pulling away from me, I followed. Then she pushed back on me hard, forcing a couple of inches inside her. It felt as if she were ripping the skin away from my dick. Even though well greased and just recently fucked, she was incredibly tight. We finally got six or seven inches inside by pulling out a little then pushing hard at each other. This time, I was doing the fucking, not her. Although, it seemed as if it was rougher going than before, she was relaxing a little bit each time. With my hands on her hips, pushing in, pulling out, we finally found a rythm that loosened her, making the lubricant she had applied work better. I sank deep into her with an "Oh, Sherry, baby, that feels soooo good." "Steve, Stevie, you are soo deep, fuck me, fuck me, make me your woman." She humped back into me, burying me to the hilt, I think the first time we were totally joined. "Ohhhhh Steve, hold still, stay in me deep, hold still." I stopped pumping and just pushed as deep as I could, holding my self in at my maximum depth, holding her hips. My dick squirming and spasming from the hot pleasure place it was in. Her ass ring tightenened on me in a rythmic squeeze as I pulsed inside her, building up a load to deposit. I leaned over her back, and cupped her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples lightly, making her push back into me. I passed my hands over her breasts, up her neck, to touch and hold both sides of her face. I passed my hands back over her tits then over her sides, pulling her back once again. Something was rubbing the side of dick, irritating it. lifting my body back I could see the thin bit of material of her thong. It was wadded up, getting in the way. In my passion I grabbed the string a pulled. Her panties ripped and pulled away from her body. I pitched them to the side and grasped hips. Holding her like that, my body demanded that I start pumping. I pulled back and pushed in hard, groaning my pleasure. Sherry picked up the motion and went with me, pulling apart then crashing back together. My speed increased with my passion. My balls drew up tight in readiness. I could feel the readiness tingle down my sides and stomach, tingling the base of my dick. As I crashed into her, fucking her furiously, my hands slipped to her hips for leverage. I encircled her waist with my arms to squeeze her and pull her to me with all my might. Something damp and hard bumped my arm. In my passion, I didn't care what it was. My hands slipped back from clenching her and both reached for the firmness while I crushed into her depths. I was holding her small, hard, dick. She had one. I didn't care at that second. And in her sexual passion she didn't care that I knew. I was fucking her ass as hard as I could. She was fucking back on my dick with moans and grunts. I was holding her dick in my hand, rubbing it. The stimulation grew to an explosive conclusion. "Aughhh, Sherry, Aughhh," as I pumped my seed into her. Still holding her dick, I could feel it swell in my hand. Load after load surged up my dick and squirted inside her. At once, the sliding back and forth took on a smooth silky feeling aided by my cum. She started clenching her bottom, jerking back and forth onto my dick, but fucking my hand at the same time. "Ohhhhh, baabeeee, Ohhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." As I pumped through the last of my spasms, the dick in my hand started jerking, spasming hot gooey liguid into my hand and over my wrist. We fucked and fucked, eventually slowing down to stop with us joined at our maximum depth. I fell over on my side, keeping hold of her tummy with one hand and her still jumping dick with the other. "Ahhh, Ohhh Sherry that was so good" I groaned in an exhalation of breath as if I run a 100 yard dash. "That was so incredible. Making love to you is so good." As soon as the words "making love" came from my mouth, Sherry stiffened a bit, her butt clenched, but I was still firm enough not to be expelled. Her dick wilted in my hand. I kissed her back, and neck. Releasing her dick, I brushed her nipple before passing my gooey hand under her nose. When I did that, she seemed to relax, slumping back into me. I felt her tongue lick at my hand. She took my hand in hers and licked it clean along with my hairy wrist. She relaxed and shuddered. It felt as if she were shaking, maybe crying, but I couldn't see her face. My dick slipped from the furnace of her bottom, goo following it out. I took her shoulder and pulled her, to put her on her back. She resisted a couple of times, didn't say anything, then finally laid over on her back. Tears were in her eyes. I kissed them. Soft kisses on each teary eye, her nose, settling on her lips for a soft, deep, meaningful kiss. She pulled back from our kiss, looking in my eyes, her lips swollen in passion, and said simple "thanks." "Thank you Sherry. Thank you for letting me make love to you." I said. Again feeling her tense slightly when I said making love. She pulled me to her, not kissing me, but pulling my head to her shoulder, holding me. She whispered, "Yes you did, you did make love to me. You made beautiful, passionate love to me. This I will remember the rest of my life." Then she pushed me back grinning and said "and you probably ruined me back there, I won't be able to sit for a month." I hugged her, gave her a kiss, then held her away from me, looking at her face and body. My gaze traveled to those firm tits, smooth tummy, then Opps, her dick. Yep her dick. It was a small dick. Some hairless balls showed under it. But a set of balls and dick nevertheless. It must have become obvious that my gaze had become fixed as a stare. I was trying to put the last couple of days in perspective. "What's the matter" she whispered, "never seen one of those before, no locker rooms or anything like that?" "Ah, Umm," I stuttered while returning my gaze to her eyes. They were twinkling. "Ahh, just checking on what was going on down there." She started giggling. A girl giggle. Then laughing, still a lady laugh, but laughing. "I wish I could preserve that look you just had on your face. it was precious," she said, still laughing. "Whaddaya mean" "It just was, honey, you were staring at me as if trying to figure out where it came from." "Well, guess I was, kinda." I said sheepishly. "Well, you know what I mean, I was doing this babe in the butt, really having a good time. All of a sudden I push in and out pops a dick, A DICK, right in my hand." Sherry blushed, "If you had not ripped off my panties, it wouldn't have gotten in your hands. When you get going, you really get going." "Yep," I said looking back down at her male organs. "Kind of a surprise, even though I knew, I didn't really know, till I saw it squirting at me. Then when it bumped me, I guess, my mind just said, this is part of the girl I'm in ah, ah, um, I'm fascinated with." With teary eyes, Sherry smiled, kissed me gently and said, "Thanks." Then big bulbs of tears started rolling down the valleys next to her nose, "Thanks for understanding me, Steve, thanks for accepting me, as I am." I kissed her eyes, kissing the salty tears away. Grabbing her hand and pulling her up, I said, "Lets shower and settle down for some of that wine you have." We showered, first her washing my back then me hers. She turned and started soaping up my front, going from my chest down to my balls. I started doing the same, concentrating on those magnificent tits. As we soaped up each other to a heavy lather, Sherry pulled on my dick with both hands, feeling it get thicker and heavier with each pull. I held her soaping up her back then bottom, finger washing the valley between her globes. My dick, now very firm again, bounced in her hands. As she pulled on it, the head would brush against her still flacid dick. We rinsed off, dried each other with big fluffy towels then went back to the bed. I lay naked on the bed, Sherry put on a light opaque robe sashed at the waist, gaping open on top, giving me an excellent view of her deep cleavage. She lay down snuggling next to me, her head on my shoulder, a robe wrapped leg and arm across me. In the after sex lethary just before the male brain goes "click" to off I mused over my companion. Amazing, this person was once again a girl, a female, a woman. But with a dick. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /