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Kythe, Virgin no more Kythe Larson I have a wandering eye especially tuned to those women who wear high heels, colored stockings and who impart a certain raw sexuality. I am not partial for the young ones either, I have always enjoyed the company of women older than I. One afternoon, while reaching for my afternoon fix of espresso at the university coffee bar, I noticed a women who caught my eye immediately. She was sitting on one of those tall bar stools, intently staring at the "cyber cafe" screen before her. She was very casual about the way her legs straddled the stool, and her modestly short skirt rode up to the point where the bottom of her panties peaked out. She had very long legs, clad in stylish gray hose which ended in these striking 3" black spike open toe sandals. She had this sort of big hair which tumbled down in large ash blond curls that kissed her open collar, and framed her sharp facial features, which were made up "just so". I could not help but keep glancing her way as I walked out of the coffee shop. The image of this woman was with me all afternoon long, I could not get her out of my mind. Something about her looks just clicked, kind of like a song you can't get out of your head. It must have been something about her bearing combined with her attire, I really don't know. About a week later, she was back, surfing the web or whatever in nearly the same spot. Dressed again in high heels , a short black skirt, and a translucent white blouse beneath which the outline of a black lace bra was clearly visible. I felt a sudden surge of blood through my heart as it began to race. After getting my coffee, I ambled over to the "cyber cafe" area of the store and sat down to the keyboard of a computer two or three down from hers. I logged onto the web and distractedly surfed for an hour or so, until she stood to leave. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she smoothed her skirt of wrinkles, and ran her hands along the sides of her hips and across the round of her ass. She picked up her handbag and sunglasses, our eyes briefly met, and she graced me with a smile; I nearly fell off my stool. As she headed out of the door, she tapped on the window with her long red nails, mouthing "I don't bite", and with a jaunty wave she was gone. It became habit of mine to glance into the "cyber cafe" when ever I walked by. She however, was never in, and gradually I forgot about her. On one frigidly cold January morning, as I gazed through the window behind my desk, a husky voice beckoned for my attention. Turning from the window I saw the woman from the "cyber cafe", standing before my desk.. Images from our past encounters flood my mind, and what was once forgotten, became remembered anew. She was dressed for the bitter weather outside, a full length wool skirt, leather boots with a modest 2" heel, her neck wrapped by a very fashionable silk scarf. "I need to create a web page, and the information desk said that your lab could help?" she asked. My heart tried to escape from my chest as I stammered that of course I would be glad to assist her, "would you like to create the page on your university account?" Her response was a bit surprising, she wanted to create the page in a web based anonymous account. She said that she wanted to post a page so those that she was chatting with on the web could see an image of her. Her scent was intoxicating, I almost missed her inquiry about a photograph to go on the page. Being responsible for the university's multi-media lab, I also am a photographer, with access to the studio, so I responded that I could take a few shots of her. She was overjoyed, and her smile was radiant. We went across the lab to the small studio. While pulling down a nice speckled background, she asked if there was a place where she could change, for the first time I noticed her large shoulder bag. Pointing to the right, I showed her the equipment room that doubles as a make-up/changing room. While waiting for her, I busied myself setting up the digital camera, and adjusting the lights. As luck would have it, I had borrowed a stool from the "cyber cafe" earlier in the week, which I thought would make the perfect posing chair for her. She emerged into the studio as if re-born, gone was the long skirt and boots, replaced by a shimmering silver dress, cut low in the front to show off her cleavage, and low in the back to contrast with her magnificently tan shoulders. Her legs were clad in beautiful pale white stockings that shimmered in the bright lights of the studio, her feet were clad in stunning pair of Italian leather pumps with 4" heels and an ankle straps. I smiled my approval and motioned her to sit on the stool. Glancing from the stool then to me, she exclaimed "Now I know where I've seen you! Do you remember me?". Without going into great detail I remarked that indeed I did remember her, and was quite glad to make her acquaintance. It was then that I first learned her name; Marilyn. So now I had a name to put with the face in my mind, and soon I would also have images too. Marilyn, I soon found out was quite sultry in front of the lens, posing came naturally to her. I also found out that those long legs were clad in hose and garters, not pantyhose! I think that Marilyn enjoyed showing a little skin, and that panty-line made it's way into many of our shots. Soon the session was over, and Marilyn changed back to here winter clothes while I downloaded the images we had made into the computer. Together, we sat behind my desk at my computer, judging the images, and linking those she desired to the web page we had created. Sitting so close to her was intoxicating, our hands joining briefly here and there as we both reached for the keyboard and mouse controls. While pondering a particularly sensuous image on the screen, I let slip how beautiful I thought the line of her legs and calf were as they met the ankle strap and the form of her shoes. She turned her head and looked me in the eye, asking me if I was being quite truthful, that I thought she was good looking. I responded somewhat bashfully that I thought she was very good looking and admitted that I had difficulty getting the image of her out of my minds eye in the past. "Do you find me sexy?" she asked playfully batting her lashes and rubbing her leg against mine. I think I was stammering like an idiot as her hand moved across my lap and ever so gently stroked my solid maleness. "I guess you do!" she laughed, slowly removing her hand from my crotch, trailing her fingernail up my side, "alas, nothing we can do about that today." We worked together for a while longer, setting up her web page, downloading it to the cost free web page provider she registered with. All too soon it was time for me to close the lab for the day. Our afternoon together was over. Glancing out the window into the gloom of the descending dusk, we could see new snow falling. While readying herself to leave Marilyn asked "Will you walk with me to my car?, it looks a bit slick". "Sure, just let me finish shutting down the computers, and grab my coat." We exited the building into the calm of the falling snow. I could just barely see her face beneath the cowl of her large coat. Her blond locks protruded from the cowl and caught the falling crystals, causing her hair to glitter in the street lamps glow. Her car was parked in the lot around the lake which was surrounded by dense woods. Halfway round the lake she grabbed my hand and pulled me aside, off the footpath and into the woods. "I never really thanked you for the help you have been giving me, and I know you find me attractive. "You do still find me attractive, don't you?" She pulled down the cowl from her head, her face radiant in the cold air, and pulled me slowly toward her. Our lips met and the kisses lasted for what seemed hours. We moved further into the woods, the snow muffling any sounds that we made. She bade me to stand before her as she sat on a log. Her long fingers deftly unsnapped the button to my pants, and before I knew it my cock was exposed to the frigid night air. I can still feel her fingernails as they stroked the length of my shaft, pulling me out making me harder. Her tongue flicked about like a serpent, so artful and beguiling. I have never been so pleasured in my life. When I was near completion, she asked me in a very sultry voice if I would taste my own cum from her lips, I readily agreed. She went at it again with full force, teasing me to a very fulfilling climax. My cum spewed forth into her mouth, down her chin and between her breasts. She quickly rose to her feet, and we once again kissed, this time with my juices filling her mouth. I tasted the salty richness of my cum on her breath. I licked the cum from her chin and cheeks, and those drops that dribbled down her neck and into her cleavage. Her bountiful breasts straining at the fabric that held them in was soaked with my juice. "Oh, you have tasted cum before! You like it!" I stopped cold, caught, unsure of a response. Marilyn looked at me with her big eyes sensing me fear. "Well, it's true, isn't it?" I nodded my head slowly, pondering this turn of events. "I have tasted my own cum before yes, but never that of another" I stammered. "I can see it excites you and you enjoyed licking it from my skin" Marilyn remarked in a low compassionate tone. "I enjoyed it to, greatly". The mood of the moment deflated, we walked slowly and quietly to her car, the snow still falling. When we got to the car Marilyn offered to drive me around the campus to the staff lot, I agreed, my mind was in turmoil. Once inside the car, heaters blasting full Marilyn asked me, "If you could taste the cum of another, what type of a person would it be?" I responded that I really didn't know how to answer that question, or rather I did, but I had never been asked to articulate a response. Marilyn laid a hand on my leg, "I sense that this is important to you, help me to understand". The turmoil must have been evident on my face, "Look, I really need a shower and a change, (wink-wink) and I don't live far. Why don't you come with me and I'll change, then we can go get coffee or something?" I agreed, and for a long time I had felt that this was something I wanted to talk about. I just needed to get my thoughts straight, and coffee sounded very good. While I waited in her modest living room decorated with antiques and nik-nacs from far away places, I tried to clear my mind, all the while aware that Marilyn was showering in the next room. Refreshed from the shower, Marilyn joined me on the couch. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, and she was clad in a blue silk lounge pants and a matching loose top, her nipples unrestricted by a bra poked perkily through the lustrous fabric. Nuzzling into me, her arms around my shoulders she whispered "Mmmmm, you look as if you could use a bit of freshening up yourself before we leave. Why don't you use my bathroom for a few minutes while I dry my hair and get dressed" I had not thought how I must look, with lipstick, and spoo contributing to my generally dishevelled look. She passed me into the bedroom, with a quick squeeze to my ass and sent me into the bathroom where I striped to the waist and began to wash up. From the other side of the door I could hear a hair-dryer, then the screech of hangers grating across the rod. Just as I was buttoning the last of my shirt buttons, there came a knock at the door, "honey, I need your advice for a moment, could you come out of there". "I can't decide what to wear, perhaps you can help me?" A tantalizing prospect to be sure. Marilyn, still dressed in lounge wear was standing before a huge closet. "What are you in the mood for, dinner, coffee, or whatever." "Mmmmm, whatever" I responded as she smiled and pulled a pair of short skirt and blouse outfits to show me. "It's pretty cold outside for those Marilyn" I said, my heart sinking, because I really wanted to see her in one of those outfits. "Oh fear not, I have a big coat that will keep very warm, and I have you to lend me warmth too." "So which of these do you like, the black mini with white see through blouse, or the short gray slit skirt with a black crepe blouse?" I chose the slit skirt and crepe blouse, and was whisked back out into the living room to wait for the completed work of art. Marilyn emerged from the bedroom, like a model on a runway, twirling and lifting blouse and skirt for maximum affect. Below the crepe blouse was visible a black lace bra, accenting the natural lift of Marilyn's breasts. With a playful lift of her skirt, a matching pair of lace panties were revealed covering her round and tempting ass. Her sheer black hose were supported by a cute light gray garter. The ensemble was completed by gorgeous black leather pumps with 4" spike heels. "Well?" she asked in a mock Marilyn Monroe stance. "You do know the effect you have on my libido" I responded. "Oh Yes, you can count on that" was her retort flung over her shoulder as she led the way to the hall closet where I helped her on with her coat. We exited into a night filled with falling snow. I scraped the accumulating white mass from her car, and climbed in, mindful of just how strange the evening was proceeding. We decided to have a lite dinner at a local restaurant that was also known for outstanding coffee. After shedding our coats, we chose a booth near the window in the back. As I began to sit across from her, Marilyn pulled me down beside her, her ankle wrapping around mine, and her spike heel tracing a pattern into my lower calf. The food was delicious, and we talked about this and that through-out the meal. With the serving of coffee, Marilyn asked me, "So, if you could taste the cum of another, what type of a person would it be?" I had come to trust Marilyn, and felt that I could confide to her thoughts that I have held to myself most of my life. "Well, first off, I am not gay, the thought of sucking a man's cock is not very appealing." "Go on." she intoned, her fingernails lightly caressing my leg. With a sigh I threw caution to the wind, "I guess that I have always had a fixation on transvestites, she-males, and men dressed as women. I dream of an encounter where I am made or allowed to suck the cock of a good looking T- girl." Marilyn looked at me suddenly very serious, I thought she was going to bolt. "How long have you had these thoughts, and do you ever dream of any thing else?" "I have thought them since I was in my early teens, ever since I learned to masturbate. I also dream about taking this "fem-clit" in my ass, I love to put things up there!" I am sure that Marilyn is about to get up and leave. Instead she continues to caress my leg and slides just a little closer. "Do you ever dress up in women's clothes?" I respond that yes I do have a fetish for women's clothes, and enjoy "dressing" when ever I get the chance, though I would never pass in public. Marilyn regarded me with a peculiar stare, as if she were sizing me up for something. "Well there was little doubt that you enjoyed licking your cum from my skin. Tell me more of your fantasy thoughts". I began leading Marilyn through my fantasy; how I meet a woman, who has an interest in dressing me up, how I am lead to a room told to strip, then naked before her I am told to raise her skirt and take her into my mouth. Before you know it she cum's, I am to clean it up with my mouth, not letting a drop escape. I am told to bend over a chair and she fingers my tender ass, thrusting with her fingers, widening my hole. I can feel the lubrication slide down her fingers and into my hole. Then there is the part where she enters me with her T-girl cock, the pain, the pleasure. Marilyn stops me, reaches out to kiss me, pulling my hand into her lap, raises her skirt so that my hand slides below the fabric. My fingers caress the silkiness of her stockings, and the smooth skin between her panties and garters. Her mouth is hungry, she pulls my hand to her panties, the feel of the lace is electric. My hand pulls the corner of the panty back, expecting to encounter a slit I am surprised to find a substantial bulge! Marilyn has a cock! "Honey do you want my cock in your mouth?" she whispers, "Will you suck my cum and let me fuck you in the ass?" "Can I be your fantasy?" "Come on lets get out of here!" We left the restaurant in a hurry, jumped in her car and sped back to her place. "So" Marilyn asked as we entered her apartment, "what is your fem name?" "Kythe" I remarked, "This is a name I have been using for many years." Marilyn, purred, "Mmmmm I like that name. So, lets get you fem." "Take off your clothes, then come into the bedroom." Eager to comply, I soon stood stark naked in Marilyn's living room, not hiding a thing, least of all my hard and throbbing pole. Pushing open the bedroom door, I walked into a room with all of the lights turned down low, and candles lit along the walls. Marilyn sat on a desk stool, looking me up and down. In her hands she held a strand of pink silk, and a pair of blue nylons. "Come here Kythe." she grasped my cock and took the silk, wrapping it tightly around the base of the shaft behind the balls. She tied it off with a bow on top, "There Kythe; I have tied you off, you are so hard, I don't want you to cum before I am ready for you too!" "Now into the shower with you, leave the door open, so that I may watch, we are going to do many things, and I want you to do them properly." I entered the shower, naked except for my pink bow. Marilyn handed me a razor and instructed my to lather up well, because I was going to shave everything! She said that she wanted me to be really smooth. Marilyn sat on the toilet, giving helpful hints as the razor glided all across my body. Twice we exchanged new razors for ones dulled by my male hair. I remarked to Marilyn how I love the feel of being shaved, so smooth, so slick. With a grin she said, "Just wait till you slip on a pair of stockings, or feel the swish of silk against your smoothness, it will drive you wild!" After shaving I thought I was done, but no, Marilyn handed me a squeeze bottle with a tube out the top. "Ever had an enema, love? No, well then this will be fun!" She instructed me to bend over with my ass poking toward her through the open shower door. Marilyn entered my ass with her finger, then she pushed through the tube from the bottle. "Hold onto your ankles, you are going to feel pressure. Whatever you do don't give into temptation and release your muscles until I tell You to!" She began to squeeze the bottle, I felt my insides expand with warm liquid. Soon I felt the overwhelming need to go to the bathroom! "Hold It!" Marilyn told me sternly. I felt the tube slide out of my ass, I really needed to go! "Hold it!, you have one more bottle to go!" I thought I would die! The tube was reinserted in to my hole, and once again my insides began to swell. The tube was taken out, and Marilyn stood aside, bidding me to take a seat on the toilet. "Ok, now you can go!" I let loose, it sounded like Niagara Falls, whoosh! I did feel quite clean, and I know that nothing unexpected is going to come out of there for a while. I quickly finished in the shower, and welcomed the firm hands of Marilyn drying me off. Still naked, except for the now damp pink bow, we sat down at her make-up table, where Marilyn applied a base, then powder, and finally lip, eye and brow cosmetics to my face. She brought forth a wig that she said she used to wear before she grew her own hair long. A beautifully full auburn colored wig, with big curls, long enough to tickle the nape of my neck and kiss my shoulder blades. The result from cosmetics and the wig was startling. There was a cute girl staring back at me through the mirror! Though not complete, the transformation renewed my raging hard on. Marilyn sat on her chair, pondering. Her long legs straddled either side of the chair, her heels lifting and shaping her ankles, just so. "Alright Kythe, you are beginning to look the part, now before we get dressed to go out (Out! I began to panic!) I think you are ready to begin your training" She bade me to come and kneel before her. As I did so, she told me to slowly begin to rub her skin, feel the nylons about her thighs, the garter, the roundness of her ass. I was to imagine that it was someone else caressing me, that I was to caress her like I would want to be caressed. I felt the round of her ass, the valley and the bud at the base, she let out a low moan as I began to kiss her legs, slowly lifting her skirt, playfully running my finger and then my tongue along her panty line. I reached up and for the first time felt her throbbing mass. The panty was a thin lace, very sheer, and she was straining the fabric taught. I kissed her through the fabric, tasting dried pre-cum that had leaked onto the panty at sometime during our earlier escapades. I moved lower, to her balls, as she arched in the chair to give my mouth access. My tongue ran along the panty seam, then with a finger I lifted the panty up and flicked my tongue across her exposed ball sack. I pulled the panty down, exposing all of her to me. I spent long minutes licking, sucking and kissing her balls and ball sacks. My tongue darted down the valley and briefly sucked at her hole before returning to lick her long shaft. Like a candy cane I sucked round the base of the shaft, slathering the whole thing with spit, making it glisten in the candle light. I moved on to her head, flicking the tip with my tongue, playing with it like a cat plays with a toy before pouncing. Swiftly, I covered her whole shaft with my eager mouth. Forcing the whole cock into my throat, I can still feel the firm head as it nearly gagged me as it slid down my open hole. Slowly then with increasing speed I began to thrust my mouth up and down the shaft, sucking and licking as I went. Marilyn was moaning loudly now, trying to hold back, I could feel her muscles tighten as the first pre- cum trickled out of the tip of her clit. Like a symbiotic creature she held my head in her hands, thrusting when I did, not fighting each other, we danced together on her pole, until with a final devastating thrust she came, filling my mouth and throat with her gism. She pulled out just before I began to choke, and continued to shoot her juices onto my face and chest. Her salty spoo was warm, tasting slightly different than mine, the only cum I have ever tasted before. She eagerly kissed me, and once again our mouths and tongues mingled thick with the cum of one of us. Our tongues met and danced as our bodies pulsated across the floor. Together, we rolled back and forth, the texture of the fabrics of our cloths heightening the excitement of the moment. I could feel Marilyn's hardness pushing into me through her dress. Marilyn slowely moved on top of me, pushing down with her hips against my groin. I felt as if the ribbon Marilyn had placed around my balls to stem the flow of cum was about to burst! My cock was rock hard, straining against the lace of my panties. Marilyn moved her hand down along the flat of my stomach and began to gently stroke the lace of my panties, pushing back on my shaft, teasing the head though the fabric as it rubbed across the very sensitive tip. I felt every exquisite nail as it scraped across the skin. Marilyn pulled my panties down a little further, her fingernails probing into the quivering chasm of my ass, digging at the very hole of my anus. Licking her fingers and coating them with a glob of cum from her waist, Marilyn pushed a finger into my ass. I gasped as she rolled me over, her wet pole square in my face. Marilyn pleaded with me, "clean me Kythe, clean the cum from my cock so I can teach you to be a real woman" I gathered the glistening cock in my mouth, and as I did so, it began to regain strength, growing larger with each draw of my lips. "Kythe, go lean up against the bed, ass up, I think you know what comes next!" Prostrate against the covers of the bed, I watched as Marilyn pulled a small tube of jelly from the vanity, slathering a fair amount on her fully extended cock. I felt the cool touch of a finger coated with goo rubbing a little of the jelly into my hole, the finger then began to move in and out of my ass with increasing speed and depth. Stepping behind me, Marilyn locked her lovely legs around mine, nylons to nylons, high heels to high heels. I felt her weight pushing on my rear, the tip of her cock touching the edge of my ass, sliding up and down the crack. Suddenly, the cock found it's mark, and with your her hands resting on my shoulders, and fingers digging into my flesh, Marilyn entered me! I gasp! The pain! Pushing ever deeper with each slow thrust, faster and faster Marilyn pushed. The pain receeded as her movements become more fluid and my ass stretched. Waves of pleasure mixed with pain filled me. We moved together, as one, up and down, groaning and moaning in each of our own pleasures. Far to soon, I felt Marilyn begin to spasm. She pulled out, and rolled me over, onto the bed just in time for the cum to begin flowing from the sticky cock. The pearly jism was mixed with clear jelly and a thin smear of brown shit. Standing above me, her cock was just inches from my face. "Lick it Kythe, lick it clean" Marilyn bade me, moving in, pushing the dirty shaft toward my face. I sighed, and opened my mouth yet again to receive her shaft. The taste of shit on the cock was nearly over powering making me want to gag and choke. Soon however, the bitter taste was not so disagreeable, and I began to lick her cock and balls with ernest. Balls clean, Marilyn stood up and smoothed her skirt and blouse, all the while looking at me. I must have been a sight, all dishevelled, cum stained, and no doubt with shit on my lips. Sensing how much I enjoyed our recent interlude, Marilyn smiled and pushed me toward the shower once again. Following the shower, and a re-application of my make-up, Marilyn motioned me to her chair where a pair of blue stockings hung, "Put those on, you wont need a garter, they hold themselves up with elastic". The stockings were of a pale blue, and contrasted nicely with the pink bow still tied around my cock. Marilyn pulled out several outfits, but settled on a short dress and laid it out on the bed. She next began to rummage through her shoes, trying to find a matching pair to fit my smaller than average feet. She soon came up with a pair of very cute sandals that she laid next to the dress. Over to her armoire, she next went and pulled out a black bra, and panties. "Here, put these on, then follow me" she said, gesturing to the bra and panties. I followed her into the kitchen, where she got out a big glass bowl, flour and plastic wrap. She poured flour into the bowl, and mixed it with water until it was a self supporting goopy mess. She then glopped this onto two sheets of plastic wrap and tied each one off with a small knot. She then proceeded to place one in each of my bra cups, with the knot facing out, giving my perfectly perky C cups, with a nipple too! I was truly amazed. "Well dear, now you have a chest!" she remarked as we made our way back into the bedroom. She held up the dress I was to wear, it was a short blue gray cocktail dress, made of a sheer crepe like material. The neck as well as the back were scooped, and it had very short sleeves. We put this on, then she decided to add a black, very sheer long sleeve blouse over the dress. She handed me the shoes, and I put them on quickly. I love the feel of high heels, and sandals are the best! These had a 4" spike heel, and ankle strap, and an open toe. They were a deep royal blue, and complimented the lighter hose very well. She finished out my ensemble with a string of pearls and dangly earrings. The very last thing we did was to apply press on nails and nail polish, then my makeover was complete. I looked at my self in the mirror, I liked what I saw very much, but had to ask Marilyn if she thought I could pass, I still saw to much of my male self in the image reflected back. "Honey, not only could you pass, you will pass, because we are going out!" This thought scared me, and I told her so, she laughed, and told me not to worry, we were going to a "T" friendly bar, where everybody will want to know my name! Before going out, she gave me a once over, inspecting this and adjusting that. She lifted my dress, pulled my panties down, and a rush of cold air renewed my hard on once again. She undid the pink bow, and pulled it even tighter, replacing the bow and pulling my panties back up. She handed me a wrap, and pulled on her overcoat and we proceeded out the door. Sometime since our return from dinner, the snow had ended, and the sky had cleared, a full moon bathed the snowy landscapes with pearly light. We pulled out onto vacant streets and headed into the city, to a place Marilyn said she knew stayed open very late. We pulled up to a warehouse on the other side of the tracks, and parked the car next to a recently plowed snow bank. My feet were cold, sandals are not the best snow shoes, but at least the plowed road was not deep, and I made it inside with out getting my feet too wet. Inside the bar was like an oasis, an island in the snow.