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“A Question of Gender” (circa-1980)

If someone had told him that one day he would fuck a middle-aged woman with a broken leg, who would then persuade him to join a swingers club and participate in group sex in a room full of faceless strangers, he would have said they were on drugs or completely mad.

But there he was leaving the Cavendish Club with a fifty-year old woman with a leg in a plaster cast, clutching his arm as if her life depended on it, her crutches echoing in the narrow alleyway as they headed to his car.

From the moment he walked into the club Sarah Davison made her intentions very clear.

A flirtatious acquaintance at the bar was all it took. Without shame or decorum Sarah asked him if he had ever fucked a drunken woman with a broken leg.

Bold, brazen and cheap, too much makeup, too much mascara, false eyelashes, a skirt too short and explosive tits spilling out of a blouse featuring too many unfastened buttons, nipples that were hard to ignore and big teeth peering through bright red lipstick, for a woman who looked like she made a living from porn, Sarah Davison was still sexy enough to make his cock stir inside his pants.

The directions to her home were a little slurred and vague, her finger pointing west less convincing, nevertheless he started the car and headed east towards Ellington Village.

After a week of blistering temperatures souring into the high-seventies, the humidity of the early morning promised to be no different.

It was a journey of uneasy gestures and silent mutterings, Sarah staring into the darkness as if deep in thought, casually blowing cigarette smoke through a small gap in the window, shuffling uncomfortably in the seat, the occasional small talk giving her time to regain her composure, a summary of her life story gathering behind big teeth.

She told him that her husband was a successful businessman and they had been married for thirty years until he died from a massive heart attack two-years ago, at the age of fifty.

She said they met when they were both in their early-teens and during their time together he had been her only lover and she had never cheated on him.

In the ensuing silence she searched inside a handbag and pulled out a paper tissue, the sobering moment giving her time to pull on her cigarette and gather her thoughts, the venomous voice of a hurt and angry woman breaking the silence.

“He was a two-faced bastard,” she barked, dropping her cigarette through the gap in the window and pulling another one from the packet. “He never hid the fact that he had other women in his life. In fact, he made it obvious to everyone, including me, that he was leading a double life with a woman half his fucking age,” she growled, lighting the cigarette.

Listening to Sarah vent her anger made him a little uncomfortable and there were times when he found it difficult to concentrate on driving the car. He didn’t really care about her husband’s infidelity or her failed marriage, but with a guaranteed fuck on offer he just kept his eyes on the road and said nothing.

“He was a cruel and brutal monster,” she confessed, her speech slightly slurred. “If I ever questioned him about his infidelity he would physically beat me until I was nearly unconscious,” she sobbed, a cloud of white smoke masking her face.

A moment of calm, removing a compact mirror from her handbag, a cursory glance in the mirror to check her bruised mascara, knowing she might have said too much and was probably boring the pants off him, but mindful that she had also promised him a fuck.

She repaired her face and continued.

“I hated him so much there were times when I wished he was dead,” she said, a wide grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. “I have to confess on the morning I discovered he was dead it was an amazing relief. In fact, I celebrated the occasion with a glass of wine before calling the emergency services,” she said, her smile growing into laughter that quickly faded.

“I actually considered not going to his funeral because I knew I would have to present a sad persona to his family and friends and no doubt some of his faceless mistresses.”

It was a question he immediately regretted asking, but the words had already left his mouth.

“Do I ever think of him,” she laughed, flashing her eyes with amusement. “Only when I’m cutting sausages,” she replied, with mocking sarcasm.

The headlights lit up the dark country road, infidelity, death and humour lost in a moment of sobering silence, shifting her weight in the seat, an unexpected hand squeezing his thigh, a motioning finger and an urgent voice asking him to take a left turn.

“We need to make a slight detour before we go to my place,” she smiled mischievously, giving his thigh another squeeze as he changed down through the gears and turned left into a small car park next to the main entrance of Ellington Methodist Church.

“It’s something I have to do,” she insisted, taking her crutches from the back seat of the car. “Please come with me. This won’t take long,” she smiled, hobbling unsteadily on her feet, the metal gates to the cemetery creaking on rusty hinges.

In the warm morning air and under the bright glow of a full moon he followed on her heels, weaving through a sea of headstones, eventually stopping when they came to a grave with her husband’s name engraved on a low piece of white marble.

“He often said that he had to get oral stimulation from his other women because I wouldn’t suck-him-off, she whispered, under a chorus of chirping crickets. “That’s why I’ve brought you here tonight,” she smiled, the full moon casting a twinkle in her wicked eyes, dropping her crutches to the ground, lifting her leg onto the gravel stones, ignoring the decomposing wreath of a loved one crushed beneath her plaster cast, hovering precariously with both feet on the grave, a motioning hand guiding him behind the headstone.

From somewhere inside her dark subconscious an inner demon suddenly unleashed itself.

“Take your cock out,” she insisted, her words breathed in a surreptitious whisper.

The untimely hooting of an owl somewhere in the darkness startled him. Glancing nervously over his shoulders, pulling his zip down and lowering his pants to his knees, unfolding the gruesome piece of flesh from the warm confines of his briefs, the long white column bobbing and swaying in the moonlight, casting sinister shadows over the dead and forgotten.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Another monster in my life,” she smiled, triumphantly. “I hope you’ve got that registered as a dangerous weapon” she mockingly teased, her eyes widening, her lips parting, easing him into her warm mouth, sucking the swollen limb with eagerness on the way in, dragging her big teeth over the long length on the way out, never once taking her eyes off her husband’s headstone.

The blow-job was given with the well-practiced skill and creative longevity that you would expect from a scorned and bitter woman, although the running commentary of filth at her husband’s headstone wasn’t really necessary.

“I don’t want to finish you here,” she smiled reassuringly, the suggestive implication in her voice now taking on a sober and more sensible tone.

“Take me home.”

The untimely death of her husband and the final resolution of his business affairs must have left Sarah Davison financially at ease. The five-bedroom detached house on a small residential estate in the leafy hamlet of Ellington village was truly outstanding.

It was never going to be easy. The plaster cast was always going to make it awkward and complicated. Just removing her clothes and getting her into bed was a libido deflating task.

A painful adjustment and a cautious manoeuvre, hovering precariously over the end of the bed, half on the floor and half on the bed, one leg straight and one leg bent, her arms outstretched with both hands flat on the mattress supporting her weight, shuffling uncomfortably, opening her legs and reaching back, a guiding hand easing the threatening limb between the slippery flaps and folds.

The entry from the rear was unexpectedly effortless, the penetration deep, the swollen muscle filling her body, the carnal connection compelling and possessive, moving his hips back and forth with ruthless determination, a brutal and uncompromising demonstration of persuasive interaction, a responsive expression of unquenchable virility, battering her broken body into painful submission, a tireless and unforgiving bed squeaking fuck given with no concern or respect for her condition.

She screamed. She pleaded. She cursed. She panted. She moaned and groaned. Two people groaning out their pleasure in a blast of filthy curses, the crucial point of climax explosive, his balls erupting, the dam breaking, the sweating mass of a mature woman swimming in a torrent of euphoric bliss, the outpouring of communal fluids wet, sticky, messy, sustained and momentous, a tit wobbling, toe-curling, leg-shaking release sucking the last breath of air from her lungs.

Sarah’s persistent snoring kept him awake most of the night but it was the sound of a car pulling onto the driveway that got him to his feet.

Peering through a small gap in the curtains, blinking his eyes a couple of times, trying to focus in the darkness, the shadowy silhouette of a uniformed man stepping from a police car and walking towards the front door, the unexpected visitor throwing him into a retreating panic and bringing a nervous lump in his throat.

“Wake up Sarah,” he grunted, pulling the duvet back and shaking her arm, trying to interrupt her snoring slumber. “There’s a fucking policeman at your door,” he croaked, his voice melodramatic and a little too high, pacing nervously across the room, a touch of OCD forcing him to straighten a tilted picture frame hanging on the wall, peering through the curtains again, staring into the darkness, waiting for a knock at the door that never came.

“Don’t worry,” she sighed, catching a glimpse of her naked body. “It’s only ‘Speed’ coming home from his shift,” she added, pulling the duvet back, decency demanding that she covered her middle-aged spread and an unsightly caesarean scar.

“My leg hurts, you animal,” she croaked, ignoring his anxiety, leaning over the bed and turning the table light on, yawning into her hand and checking the time on the clock.

A head spinning in confusion, his heart beat increasing by the minute, his voice growing into a cursing bark, “Speed.....Who the fuck is Speed?”

“That’s his nickname. We live together,” she said, with casual ease.

The ominous sound of heavy footfalls thudding across the timber floor of the living room suddenly fed his panic. He quickly gathered his clothes from the bedroom floor pulled up his pants and slipped into his shoes, nervously scanning the room, tracing the availability of opening windows should he need to make a quick exit.

“Relax, Mark. Speed’s not a jealous or violent man,” she said defensively, smiling through big teeth and a long throaty yawn.

“A fucking copper, who takes fucking speed, is not something I find amusing,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, tying his shoe laces and slipping into his shirt, lost for any rational words, a claustrophobic quiet descending on the room. Watching and waiting.

A polite voice echoing up the stairs broke the silence.

“Sarah, sweetheart.... I’m making coffee. Would you like me to bring you one up?”

He shuffled nervously on the bed, his eyes open like saucers, staring at Sarah, his facial expression steadfast and uncompromising, moving his head from side-to-side, a motioning gesture and wordless mouth signalling that her answer should definitely be no.

“Yes please, Speed.....And will you bring one up for my friend, Mark?” she answered, in a calm voice with no emotion.

“How does Mark take his coffee....?” he enquired, his echoing voice fading into silence as he waited anxiously for confirmation.

“He wants to know how I like my fucking coffee,” he repeated, almost losing control of the volume of his voice, choking back a lump in his throat. “Laced with a dozen paracetomol tablets, if I was a betting man,” he muttered silently.

“Well, how do you like it?” Sarah teased, smiling at his nervousness, her face smeared with black mascara and red lipstick, nonchalantly patting a hand on the pillow and adjusting her weight on the bed.

He stood up. He sighed. He sat back down. He stared into the face of a circus clown smiling with comical amusement. He lowered his voice to a furtive whisper, his questioning eyes demanding answers.

“What the fucks going on. He must know I’ve been shagging his woman and all he wants to do is make me fucking coffee?”

The funny face of the clown looked back with a teasing smile, a throaty chuckle making her tits wobble, lifting her shoulders in playful defiance, a question forming behind her teeth.

“He wants to know how you like your coffee.”

“Strong and black with no sugar,” he sighed.

The haunting sound of footfalls echoed up the creaking stairs with agonising slowness, the cold reality of confrontation hanging in the air, shuffling nervously on the bed, clenching and unclenching his fists, scanning the room for a weapon, catching sight of Sarah’s crutches lying on the floor next to the bed, staring at the door, watching and waiting, the cold chill of fear washing over him, hairs standing on the back of his neck, goose pimples on every part of his body, his brain radiating assertive hostility, his mind conjuring images of a violent man with the build of a gladiator carrying an axe with only one thing on his mind.

A gentle tap on the door got him to his feet.

“Come in,” Sarah invited, sitting up in bed and pulling the duvet up, aware of the scratch marks on her tits and a couple of large hickeys developing on her inner thighs.

“Speed, this is my friend Mark,” she announced with a sweeping hand. “We met last night in the Cavendish Club. He’s been a complete gentleman.”

There was an eerie silence for a few seconds with both men locked in eye-to-eye contact until the short skinny man with enormous ears and big feet eventually placed the coffee cups on the bedside table and offered a friendly hand.

Speed left the room to take a shower. He breathed a sigh of relief. Sarah confessed.

“My relationship with Speed is extremely flexible,” she said, interrupting the coffee cup touching his lips. “We have no secrets or hidden agendas. We both have other sexual partners, and we both like to indulge in group-swapping. Swinging, we like to call it, or social interaction with like-minded people who want to engage in sexual activities with other couples. We are both committed swingers,” she said confidently, forcing a smile and lifting the cup to her mouth.

He sipped his coffee, searching for responsive words, but there wasn’t a lot he could say. “Really,” was all he offered

“We are members of a private swingers club in Sunderland, ‘The Brandling Club.’ Have you heard of it?” she enquired, removing a smear of red lipstick from the rim of her cup.

“No, I can’t say I have,” he replied, catching a whiff of his fingers, the bitter smell reminding him of an old pair of shoes.

“Then I must take you there one evening, as my guest. You’ll enjoy it. I know my female friends would enjoy you,” she smiled, impishly. “Emily would like to meet you. She’s a nymphomaniac who loves to fuck well-endowed men while her husband looks on. Her deep throat techniques are legendary,” she giggled. “It’s fun, you must promise to come one night.

I’ll ring you,” she offered, pulling the duvet back, exposing a mass of middle-aged flesh, shuffling uncomfortably on the bed, narrowing her eyes and adjusting her plaster cast, lying on her side with her head resting on one elbow, waiting patiently for an answer.

“Sorry about the leg,” he offered unconvincingly, casting an eye over her plump white body, the image bearing a remarkable likeness to one of Ruben’s nudes.

“That’s okay. I would do it all over again. If I had the chance….” she said, hiding her embarrassment behind a smile, aware that she might have been a little too presumptuous.

A deep sigh and a forced a smile, the cogs inside her head turning tirelessly, imagination flirting with curiosity, the corners of her mouth curling in an expression of feline calculation, a sexually neglected widow searching for the right words, looking for anything that would persuade him to come to the Brandling Club.

The wheels suddenly stopped turning. Inhibitions brushed aside.

“Can I ring you and arrange a threesome. In about two weeks. When my plaster cast is removed?” she brazenly asked, the shameless invitation making him cough into his cup.

The conspiratorial act of copulating with women whilst husbands and strangers or even weirdo’s looked on with perverse intrigue certainly had a dark appeal, the precarious combination of deception and excitement enough to inspire an impetuous decision.

“How can I refuse such an offer,” he replied with a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders, catching a glimpse of her stained knickers lying on the floor, placing his empty cup on the bedside table, anxious to be away.

“Rosebud,” Sarah announced, confirming the password into the stainless steel voice box on a black painted door, the inquisitive eye of a security man peering through a viewer in the door, scanning their faces with the attention of a hawk, the sound of a buzzer and a lock disengaging from its housing giving them access into the main reception foyer.

Under the humming sound of a tropical fish tank a female receptionist dressed in a white tunic with eye-watering tits and a permanent smile, welcomed them to the Brandling Club.

A fat man in his mid-fifties with a young attractive woman in her early-twenties both wrapped in nothing but a towel greeted their guests in the foyer.

After giving Sarah and Speed a kiss on both cheeks and an overpowering bear hug the fat man smiled cautiously at their guest before extending his hand.

“Harold,” he offered, holding the handshake long enough to introduce the gold-digger hanging on his arm.

“I’m the owner of the club,” he added, pointing a finger at the beautiful model-like-creature standing next to him. “Tina,” he smiled.

“Mark,” he politely responded, pulling his hand away from his sweaty palm, staring wide eyed at the sex goddess young enough to be his daughter.

“I’ll give you a quick tour of the facilities,” Harold volunteered, punching a code number into a security controlled door, the red lights in the corridor beyond dimmed to a seductive ambience, the dreamy serenade of Haydn’s violin string quartet filtering through overhead speakers, the tour accompanied by a brief narrative of the sexual interaction inside each room, a polished brass nameplate on the doors giving you more than a hint at the activity inside each room.

Dark Room. Sauna. Fun Room. Bondage Room. Massage Room. Spanking Room. TV-Porn Room. Most of the doors equipped with peep-holes, offering intimate examination for those with voyeuristic curiosity.

“That rooms my favourite,” Sarah smiled, pointing a finger at the Dark Room. “We must visit the dark room or the ‘Grope Room’ as some like to call it, with my friend Emily. It’ll be fun,” she said, running her tongue over her upper lip.

“This is ‘The Social Room,’ or as some like to call it, ‘The Playground of Sin.’ It’s where most people spend their time,” Harold smiled as he opened another door.

Phallic symbols and images of men and women in different stages of copulation decorated the walls of a swimming pool and a huge circular hot-tub in a recess at the end of the room.

A gaggle of men and women groped and fondled in the pool and a cluster of people in the hot-tub were actively engaged in various stages of sexual arousal. A middle-aged man with a forest of grey hair on his chest fucked a woman from the rear as she casually practiced the art of fellatio on a younger man sitting on the side of the tub.

“Have fun,” Harold offered, removing his towel and then Tina’s, folding them neatly on a chair next to the door.

“Rules of the house,” Harold grinned, smacking Tina’s naked bottom with one hand and scratching his balls with the other.

In a nanosecond his eyes were sweeping shamefully over Tina’s body, only breaking his gaze to blink and breathe . Standing like some sort of breath-taking statue she returned his smile, his cock awakening inside his pants, moving from somnolent to assertive mode in a heartbeat, his jaw slack, his mouth wide open.

“Drooling on the floor is not allowed,” Sarah mocked. “It’s another rule we insist on,” she said, holding her hand under his chin and forcing a laugh.

“We’ll join you in the shower room,” Harold said, picking up the towels from the chair, heading towards a door at the side of the pool, Tina quickly following, swaying her hips like a cat-walk model, flaunting her hour-glass figure to perfection, Mark, Sarah and Speed following on their heels, obeying another rule of the house.

Just standing next to Tina was enough to give you a sexual experience.

Harold and Sarah stood side-by-side in the shower, exchanging old-time small-talk, Speed whistling a painful tune, content to stand on his own, Mark giving Tina his best smile and best leg-opening lines, wondering why this iconic beauty wasn’t on the front cover of every celebrity magazines, trying not to make his intentions too obvious, hoping that in the vaporous atmosphere of the shower his wandering eyes had gone unnoticed.

The warm water from the shower head spilled in waterfalls over the epitome of beauty, her long painted fingers brushing back strands of wet hair from her face, soapy streams of water cascading over shapely breasts, sweeping over impossible curves, disappearing between the cheeks of a delightful heart-shaped bottom and gathering in the silky bush of pubic hair, the pink petals of the most delicate flower peeking through the soapy shroud, the essence of youth promising hours of endless fun.

“Don’t ask questions and don’t ask people their names,” Sarah whispered. “It’s a rule of the club,” she confirmed. “If they offer their name, that’s fine, just be aware that most people who come here insist on discretion and confidentiality. You can fuck them. But don’t ask questions,” she smiled, climbing into the hot-tub.

Sarah introduced her guest to the other members in the hot-tub, the women welcoming him with genuine smiles, the men a little more cautious, greetings exchanged in nothing more than forced smiles and raised hands. As expected no mention of names, although a furtive wink from Sarah, hinted at the identity of her nymphomaniac friend, Emily.

It wasn’t long before things got underway, eager hands searching under the water, some people kissing, some fondling and groping, others fucking, cocks peeking above the surface of the water, hands fisting, mouths sucking, Mark shagging Sarah from the rear, Sarah giving Speed a blow-job, Emily catching sight of his massive cock, arousal flirting with expectation, curiosity dancing with temptation, lowering her hand beneath the water, fondling and squeezing his balls, sliding a finger between the cheeks of his arse, pulling them apart and probing his anus with a playful finger.

“The Dark Room,” someone shouted, the eager invitation getting a triumphant cheer from everyone as they climbed from the tub, Harold needing the assistance of a supporting hand from Sarah and Speed, Tina and Emily leading the way, Mark following in their wake like a predatory stalker, his eyes fixed on the two bottoms wriggling in front of him, the firmness of Tina’s youth and the maturity of Emily’s blushing pink bottom betraying her fondness for spanking always gaining his approval.

The soothing aria of Nessun dorma filtered through high-level speakers, as a dozen or more heated bodies moved slowly and precariously inside the room, all eager to engage in coital interaction, invisible hands groping and fondling in the darkness, a collection of tangled bodies touching and squeezing, probing and sucking, faceless people leaving soft sounds of pleasure under a surreptitious veil of mystery.

A gentle kiss on the cheek, a whispered voice in his ear and a cluster of warm hands sliding down his body, Emily and Sarah lowering slowly to the floor on their knees, instinct guiding impulse, fingers gripping his cock, hands squeezing his balls, the sensuous feeling of being consumed by two hot mouths firing a surge of blood into his throbbing limb, Sarah sucking the meaty length with eager enthusiasm, Emily pulling his buttocks apart, the well-practiced and therapeutic tongue of a nymph rimming his anus.

A frustrated sigh, a shuffle and a cursing gesture of movement, the intimacy momentarily broken by the discomfort of their knees scraping on the vinyl floor, Sarah letting his cock slip from her mouth, Emily giving his buttocks a parting kiss before lifting from the floor.

A playful hand gently squeezed his balls, a hungry moan purring in her throat, “You’re so big and so delicious,” she whispered breathlessly. “I’ll be back for more,” Emily announced, brushing a soft hand across his face before disappearing into the intense claustrophobia like a penetration junkie in pursuit of hard male flesh.

“Where the fucks Tina?” the voice inside his head asked, slipping away from Sarah’s clutches, searching blindly through the veil of darkness, like a phantom stalker going in pursuit of the breath-taking beauty.

The acquaintance of touch, the thrill of discovery, the chase finally over, the promise of coital connection heightening expectation, the invisible predator kneeling submissively on the floor, the heat of her breath against his naval and her fingers curling around the long thick muscle, letting him know the moment was real.

Fisting and pulling, hard and fast, working his cock back and forth with increasing determination, sweeping her cat-like tongue playfully over his balls, nipping his hairy scrotum gently between her teeth, running her tongue up the straining limb, nibbling the foreskin, swirling and dancing around the sensitive head like a talented artist, easing him in and easing him out, swallowing deep, sucking his manhood from the root to the head, feasting hungrily on the meaty flesh.

As the music moved into a crescendo, her bobbing head followed the spirited overture, moans and groans joining pants and wheezes, his balls exploding, the release powerful and unforgiving, his seminal fluids spilling in endless bursts into Tina’s mouth.

The thought of another flirtatious liaison with Tina was the only reason he went back to the Brandling Club one more time with Sarah. The evening followed the same routine. Too many tangled bodies fondling and groping in a vocal exchange of orgasmic mutterings, the true reality of gender lost in the dark obsession of conspiratorial uncertainty.

The experience was certainly liberating and the spontaneous sexual indulgence both erotic and stimulating, but the sexual interaction with virtual strangers and the uncertainty of gender, always made him feel a little uncomfortable.

There was a slight tone of disappointment in Sarah’s voice when he rang to explain his reason for not going back to The Brandling Club.

She sniggered into the mouthpiece when he mentioned gender.

What she said next left him speechless.

She said she was surprised that he wasn’t aware that Speed was bisexual and most of the other members of the club were either bisexual or homosexual.

There was nothing more he could say. His mouth was dry and wordless. His head was swimming in a sea of confusion. He choked back a lump in his throat and dropped the phone into the cradle in humiliating retreat, the brashness of her statement filling his head with fragmented hypothesis, his subconscious tracing through a paradox of conflicting scenarios, subliminal images flashing across the memory screen inside his head, faceless people performing sexual acts under a veil of anonymity inside the dark room, haunting visions and absurd notions confusing his mind.

”Christ No! Oh shit!” he thought. Surely Not.... No Fucking Way.... Not a Chance.... They were all women who.... Weren’t they.... It was Tina who.... It must have been Tina. He remembered feeling her short hair..... “Fuck no,” he gulped, the faceless interaction inside the dark room, the reckless assumptions, the sexual orientation, the taboo and uncertainty of gender feeding his panic.

Were they searching for anything, or were they looking for someone in particular. Surely I couldn’t have been touched by a.... No.... No.... No Fucking Way, the mantra kept repeating.



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Gender X! There’s a lot of talks these days about being inclusive and accepting of every gender, not just men and women. I can’t even begin to keep up with all the gender identity terms and pronouns they keep coming up with. It’s ironic that the word “tranny” is considered derogatory now, since porn has been trans-friendly way longer than your parents. Take a look at GenderX, for example, where hot tgirls are encouraged to embrace their sexuality in explicit sex scenes.GenderX.com is a brand...

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In Train With Transgender

Hi this is rajesh here with one more incident of my life, which happen around 15years back when I was around 18 or 18 years old. For those who don’t know me, I am rajesh from Bangalore. Married and settled in Bangalore and yes I am bi-sexual and top. Now to story…. I was travelling from Bangalore to Mumbai by train in an ordinary 3 tier, as it was early days of my life and my dad wanted me to face the hardship of life, so I was traveling 3rd class. It was boring journey and was hot as it was...

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Hot Massage By Transgender

Hello guys, how are you all? I hope you all are doing well. The story I’m going to share with you all took place recently. It is my own experience of a massage by transgender. I moved abroad in 2019 for work, and because of the lockdown situation, I was given a chance to work from home. I am sure that everyone must have experienced this. In the initial days, work from home was very exciting as it was new for most. It was the same with me. I was excited when the work from home has been...

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Not too long ago I posted this on the Hyperboard along with a string of song parodies I made up. People seemed to like them so I have decided to submit them as poetry. "Suddenly Transgendered" I'll tell you my story. It's really quite scary. I was abducted by Klingons, who locked me away. They gave me a choice. A pill you must pick, either the pink or prepare to die. Suddenly my bosom. It began expanding quite nicely. Then I wore makeup. It wasn't pretend. Suddenly my...

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First Time with a Transgender

Just got divorced from my wife in 2002 I was 39 I went out drinking one night feeling down horny just a mix bag emotions I was that night. As I was sitting at the bar having a few drinking I seen this tall women with black hair  walk in with big tits and really nice ass she stood at 6'1 me I'm 5'9 she sat across the bar from me I kept looking at her and every time she look at me I would look away but she new I was looking at her. She came over and sat down beside me and said how come I keep...

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Copyright, kayce69@fsworld.co.uk Another story by Pagan. Questions, questions, questions. Look at you now, was it only four weeks ago I said those same words. Sitting on my big double bed I remember looking in the ornate dressing tablemirror, look at you now Mrs Susan Watts; it was so strange to be called Watts,21 years as Harbert, and for the last month Mrs Rupert Watts. A month of bliss. My mind went back to that lovely honeymoon in the Seychellesand the things a new wife experienced. I...

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Question Do I Suck Cock Turned GAY

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Question for the ladies

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Copyright© Look at you now, was it only four weeks ago I said those same words. Sitting on my big double bed I remember looking in the ornate dressing table mirror, look at you now Mrs Susan Watts; it was so strange to be called Watts, 21 years as Harbert, and for the last month Mrs Rupert Watts. A month of bliss. My mind went back to that lovely honeymoon in the Seychelles and the things a new wife experienced. I had saved myself; a refined bringing up, all girl school, and an important...

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Questioning The Limits

It had only been a week since the incredible experience in the industrial estate. I had spent the week once again in a roller-coaster of emotion. I found the experience turned me on incredibly, and actually wanked to relieve myself daily over the thoughts.But then, I also questioned the experience. How did we go from a cheeky masturbating drive in the car, to watching my first wife exposing herself voluntarily? Then, me encouraging her and her willingness, to fuck not one, but three strangers....

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Questions for Miss Butler

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My neighbor is transgender

When I got out of the military I landed a great job and bought a house in a new neighborhood. I didn’t know anyone around me and was fine with that. Being in the military made that easy. I was 25 at the time. It was a nice split level house with a garage and a big back yard with a inground pool. The house is 4 bedrooms and 2 baths. I went out and bought a top of the line bbq, table and chairs. I was 25 I’m not making lasagna I was eating steaks and drinking beers.after I got pretty much all the...

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Questions and answers

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Question of a Curious Son Part 4

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Question of a curious son part two

When James first woke up in his father’s bed he wondered how he had gotten there. He then remembered that not nine hours ago he and his father had some of the best oral sex James had ever had. After he sat up in bed he heard his father down stairs in the kitchen. James got out of bed and reached for a robe, but before he put it on he thought why am I doing this, my father has already seen all there is to me. After he had walked down the stairs to the living room he peered outside and looked out...

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Question of a curious son

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Question of Lust

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I'm thinking for thanksgiving I will have my husband baste our girlfriends kunt with Cum so I can clean it up for her, just wondering if you think he should put it inside so I can suck it out or on the outside so I can lick it up off her lips????? Maybe we can post some pics....any other ideas?

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Question for the men

I have been talking with men, and, most men say 'They like to fuck a smelling foul pussy!' because, it give them pleasure during sex, and, like the smell of sex in the room, more like a workout. My quesion is, What do you prefer, a smelling foul pussy? or, a pussy don't have no scent at all?PS. If wondering about my pussy, my pussy don't have no scent.

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Question

It was already eight twenty-five and the twins were not ready. If they didn’t leave in five minutes they would be late for school…..again! She screamed up the stairs for them to hurry. Although it was raining hard she managed to get the pair of ten year-olds to class on time. I always seem to be rushing these days she thought as she made her way to the old part of town and Sanger’s Food Market. She preferred Sanger’s to the new super stores, it was less crowded, friendlier and their produce and...

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Questions of the Heart Ch 02

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SweetSinner Lisey Sweet Mother Exchange

Lisey offered to let her son’s best friend, Codey, move into her son’s old room. She needs some male presence to fill her house, and her loneliness. Of course her intentions aren’t entirely pure. Getting him in her house is one step closer to getting him into her pussy. His youthful energy fuels her libido. She wants to go on a sexual rampage starting with Codey. She doesn’t take things slow. She has gone without for too long. She pulls off her panties and sits on his face to get her pussy nice...

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He approached me on the subway

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Sexual Sacrifices

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Telling The Twins Apart

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Cheerleaders Rape and Torture

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Today

with Teresa Birdsong Sven walked carefully down the narrow cliff path. It steepened as it followed the curve of the bluff. As the trail swung round the point of the headland the view across the sands was finally exposed. As always he gasped at the suddenness of it all and then clutched at the short grass of the steep bank to balance himself. Chuckling inwardly he remembered being steadier in the past. But then the past was over thirty years ago and in those days he had been like a mountain...

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The SparkChapter 28

"And bow," Steve stated quietly next to me. I bowed. The five men seated on a dais in front of us, returned our bow. Each man wore robes that by the sheer number of layers visible looked extremely bulky not that their robes mattered, as we were now in yet another ceremony, the third one since we arrived here two days ago. I might have been in a better mood but after two plus weeks just sailing here I was angry that my government made it necessary for Steve and I to do that instead of just...

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My trip to an indian village

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Fun Camping with Two Young Women

He drove into Linda's driveway, but surprisingly she and an unfamiliar girl came out the front door. His initial thought was that girl was just visiting, but Linda soon burst his balloon. "Mike, this is Jamie. Her parents had to go out of town for the weekend and asked if she could stay with me. You don't mind if she goes along with us do you?" Mike looked into Jamie's brown eyes as he said, "No problem . . . Hi . . . I’m looking forward to getting to know you much better." But...

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Roju Ammayi And Aunty

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Just Shopping For A Suit Maam Epilog

Since his two weeks were up, he returned to the store for the final fitting for his suit. His mind remembered his original visit for his custom fitting. Nothing like that had ever happened to him and he wondered if he could get another custom fitting if this suit did not fit right.He also wondered what extra things she planned to do so that he would be ready for anything. She made that statement as he was leaving and it made him wonder if she had anything else in store for him. What did he need...

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The sun was shining through my bamboo blind' s, a sign that it was time for me to wake. I was feeling naughty and had something in mind. I brushed my hands over my naked body, I started at my thighs, then moved across my taut stomach and then up to my nipples. They hardened against my fingertips, I could feel the dull throb between my legs. I didn't want to go there just yet, it was worth the wait. My body was being wasted just laying here only feeling my touch. It needed to be appreciated, I...

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Icelandic Love part 1

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I Came Here to DieChapter 19

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PureTaboo Paige Owens Living Well

Two successful lawyers who are also friends, Paul (Tommy Pistol) and Brian (Alex Mack), walk into a cafe. They place their orders with an attractive young server, Amy (Paige Owens). Paul and Brian get a little flirty with Amy – especially Paul, who says he can tell that Amy is new here because he would have remembered if he’d seen such a pretty face before. Amy is amused and flattered, and goes to get their orders ready. Another man then walks into the cafe. He recognizes Brian and...

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Lucky Friday

Hi ISS friends, this is jai….. With another story that happened longtime back….. It was a Friday, the end of the working day & as I was single at that time , the best thing I could find to entertain myself on Friday was go to a bar and have some beer. As I ordered the beer I saw a sexy gal, sitting opposite me. The beer hit my head after a hard work day and I got more relaxed and free-minded, so I just took my beer mug and approached her table. Without asking for a permission to take a seat, I...

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Linda woke up, stretching out, her mouth gaping open in a long, relaxing yawn. She had slept wonderfully. After steamy lovemaking with Nikki, they fell asleep as peacefully as two innocent children without a worry in the world. It was the weekend again, thank God. No school, no chores... and Mom and Dad were away on another trip with friends. So they hadn't even bothered to lock the bedroom door. Slipping on her T shirt to cover her naked body, she left the room, and went downstairs to the...

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