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Rejection, Part II
By Miss Wendi Robertson
Prologue
In the first installment of "Rejection," William's second wife,
Mary, had discovered his stash of women's clothes, life-like
dildo, tube of sexual lubricant, and assorted collection of gay
and transvestite books and videos. Mary then refused to have sex
ever again with William, telling him flatly that she simply could
not have sexual intercourse with a queer who secretly wore
women's clothes and enjoyed the company of "Mr. Dildo."
This progressed to Mary's very erotic affair with Howard, a long-
time, very close male friend of both William and Mary. During
out-of-town business trips William placed a secret audio recorder
in Mary's bedroom and discovered that she and Howard were having
an affair. A video surveillance camera that showed every intimate
detail of his cheating wife's lovemaking with his good friend
Howard soon replaced the audio recorder. Then, one day Howard
cried out William's en femme name "Wendi!" when ejaculating deep
inside beautiful Mary.
Needless to say, Mary was crushed and that was the last time they
had sexual intercourse. But, within days, William moved in with
Howard and became his transvestite, queer-boy bride!
Part II
Things were really in a sad state of affairs now that Mary knew
that her transvestite husband, William, had secretly taped
recorded her adulteress affair with their single, good friend
Howard. Worst of all, Mary had learned in the "moment of moments"
that Howard desired her transvestite husband rather than her. As
she lovingly received Howard's ejaculate deep inside her lovely
vagina, her very being was crushed as Howard cried out William's
en femme name "Wendi!" at that most intimate moment between a man
and a woman.
Mary took a hiatus and left to spend some time out of town at her
daughter's home. William became Wendi by day and night, dressing
as a mature woman, but a woman still full of longing for the love
of a real man. At night, I would softly cry as I ejaculated into
my baby doll satin panties thinking only of Howard looking down
and kissing me full on the lips.
After a few days of such loneliness and confusion, I worked up
the courage to telephone Howard.
Howard answered the phone and my heart was pounding and I,
feeling faint, stuttered out, "How... Howard... this is, ahh,
err, William... I, ahhh, think we need to talk about... about
recent events."
The other end was silent for what seemed an eternity. Then,
Howard softly replied, "Yes, we do my sweet womanly sissy... yes,
we do. We have to discuss ourselves, don't we dear Wendi?"
"Oh Howard, I need you so," I blurted out as the weak, effeminate
transvestite I had always been at heart. "Mary is gone and all I
can think about is being your transvestite companion and lover."
Howard replied, "Come to my apartment at 2:00 this afternoon so
we can discuss it baby."
With that Howard abruptly hung up the telephone.
I saw I had three hours so I drew a bubble bath and I bathed and
shaved my body smooth, thinking only feminine thoughts of joy,
yet with trepidation and fear, too. But, my life-long
transvestite-feminine conditioning compelled me to resolve my
dilemma with a man who knew everything anyway. After all, at age
64, William, or more correctly, Wendi, knew that it were now or
never to fulfill my true needs and desires.
Like I were on autopilot, my Wendi-self donned his/her finest
Victorian corset, matching full panty briefs-the black pair with
the pink rose on the front-and I almost swooned as I rolled my
lovely seamed nylon stocking up each freshly shaved leg and
attached them to the three garters for each leg. I laced the
corset tightly to give me that wonderful constraining feeling of
sensual womanliness.
I then dressed with my normal, casual men's clothes over my
corset, panties, and satin stockings. I even wore sports socks
over my nylons so not even the most observant person would see
that telltale bit of nylon-clad ankle. As I walked out to my car,
I felt so flushed and the words "queer, such a sissy queer
faggot" kept rushing through my mind. As I slid into the driver's
seat I could feel my corset rubbing against the leather car seat.
My small penis became alive inside its satin place where it so
belonged. I felt so womanly and so set a free!
But, as I parked in front of Howard's luxury condominium my
feelings changed to thoughts of what a weak, inadequate man I
was, and here I was underdressed, not as a woman, but rather as a
weak, transvestite sissy. I almost restarted my car and drove
away. Instead, though, I got out and went to Howard's door.
Again, my heart was racing and I felt faint as I rang the
doorbell. The door opened and there stood Howard, so handsome and
powerful, dressed only in an expensive, very masculine robe. For
the first time I really realized how much taller he was than me,
his 6'3" overpowering my 5'8" height.
Howard smiled down at me and said, "My little girlish boy, come
to your man!"
He took me in his arms and closed the door behind us. I was
nearly crushed in his powerful arms as he deep-mouth kissed me. I
could smell the fresh, yet musky smell of a real man who had just
showered. I felt a warm glow tingle throughout my body as I
received his kiss of passion. He then looked me directly in the
eyes-his gaze so powerful and commanding I had to look away for a
moment.
He said, "Look me in the eyes sissy! Don't be such a shy, weak
queer. Look, honey, although you are a male, you are a male girl,
and that makes you are my girl!"
He took my hand and led me to the living room sofa where we sat.
I felt so submissive and demure knowing that he knew all and had
just called me both a male girl and his girl!
"William, have you been a transvestite all your life?"
"Since age 13, or so, Howard," I softly replied.
"Well," he continued, "We both have loved women most of our adult
lives... yet, deep within you have always had intense feminine
feelings and desires, haven't you dear?"
I deeply blushed and softly said, "Yes, Howard, so much so that I
sometimes feel I must be gay."
"No, my sweet, you are not gay nor am I. We are both something
quite different."
"What do you mean, then Howard?" I meekly asked.
He continued, "Over the eons of evolution small males like you,
generally born with small male genitals, are what I call 'the
third sex.' Males like you are innately feminine deep within, yet
you grow to love, even envy real women. That leads to becoming a
transvestite and, at times, intensely wishing you were a woman,
am I right?"
"Oh yes, you are right, Howard, very much so," I softly replied.
He continued, "I believe it is the results of thousands of years
of evolution that womanly males like yourself were born to serve
as surrogate women for real men during periods of lengthy absence
from women, such as wars or long ocean trips."
"Oh, Howard, that makes complete sense," I replied.
Howard continued, "I never married all these years William,
although I have made love to many women. But, always, deep
within, my most secret desires have always focused on the weak,
effeminate male, the sissy who could be both my pal and yet also
be my male woman, more erotic and sexual in the bedroom than any
real female." He continued, "Real women are just what they are-
real woman-by birthright. But, you are special, my dear male
girl, because you are a male who does not possess that direct
birthright, yet your special form of femininity is far more
erotic and exciting to me than what any real woman could possibly
ever offer!"
Howard then took me in his arms-oh, he had such masculine power
and so command he was, so different than me.
I meekly looked him in the eyes and softly said, "Howard,
darling, I came underdressed for you."
He replied, "I expected no less from my sweet boy woman, my
dear... do show me."
I took off my shoes and sports socks, revealing my nylon-clad
ankles and feet.
Howard said, "Oh, that is hot, baby, very hot."
I stood up and quickly took off my shirt and pants, standing
before my Howard in my lovely corset, panties and sheer nylon
stockings. I could see the obvious manly excitement in his eyes.
Instinctively, I did a swirl around so he could see my entire
body. I crossed my arms over my chest and batted my eyes.
Howard was awestruck as he said, "My, oh my, my William... my
Wendi. What a delicious little transvestite sissy you are. You
are not gay, but you are certainly a womanly queer, and you
certainly excite me immensely!"
With this Howard took off his robe. Oh my, here I was, a
feminine, girlish male, dressed as a slut and my good friend was
standing there, so manly and masculine, so commanding and, oh,
yes, wow, his very manly, very large penis was rock hard. My eyes
were affixed to his handsome, erect penis. He took me in his
arms, pressing his naked flesh against my groin as he felt me up.
His hands felt all over my corseted buttocks and he then squeezed
my buttocks and said, "Oh baby, you have such a womanly ass. And,
it now belongs to me, my sweet transvestite, male-wife!"
I almost fainted when I heard that ultimate word, "male-wife!"
He commanded, "On your knees you weak, effeminate sissy, on your
knees now you fucking slut!"
I dropped to my knees and pressed my face into his groin. His
penis rode up my right cheek, touching my ear.
I kissed all over his balls and he moaned and commanded, "Take my
manly penis into your cunted mouth, my sweet sissy. Prove to both
of us that you are more girl than boy, my sweet fairy. Do, it my
hot bitch, do it! You know you want to... you know you MUST!"
My dreams were coming true! I parted my lips and years of
masturbatory fantasies were now reality. As his manly, rigid
penis passed my lips and into my mouth, I knew I was surrendering
the last vestige of my manhood to this wonderful man! It was
better than my fondest fantasies as I felt the intense sexual
bonding of man and male girl as his penis filled my eager mouth.
I thought, this is what real women get to do, and I am now just
as good at this as they are!
I knew, though, in a way I was better at sucking my Howard's dick
than a real woman, because I knew exactly how to make it feel
wonderful for him. I deftly licked the slit on his cock head, the
orifice from which I would make him ejaculate his manly semen
into me. I got so excited thinking of the emotions and sexual
feelings he would experience as his orgasm grew into ejaculatory
release. I knew this far better than any real woman. I also now
knew that my blend of weak maleness with my strong sense of
femininity was what made me more special for my lover than any
real woman. He understood and desired me, his sexy "third sex"
babe!
I began to work my mouth up and down his rigid shaft. Once I got
the hang of it I was deep-throating him without gagging at all.
Of course, my small mouth could not possibly take the full length
of his powerfully large, manly cock, but I was taking enough to
drive him wild with lust and desire. My sense of my own small
penis was that it was actually my "female" penis, now very hard
and tenting my pretty satin panties. The pink rose was now damp
with my own precum flowing freely because of my intense sexual
arousal caused by sucking dick; yes, sucking a real man's hard,
hard dick! Oh yes, dick, I need his dick so! And, I am on my
knees in women's fuck lingerie, sucking my lover's wonderful
dick!
Howard moaned and said, "Oh fuck, baby, oh my sweet male wife...
oh you really do know how to suck cock! Oh, yes! Oh baby, fuck
yes!"
He began to fuck my mouth like it was a vagina. Oh I felt vaginal
from my mouth to my anus! I squeezed my legs tightly against my
small female penis, which felt more like a clitoris now than a
penis. He held my head from behind as he fucked my cunted mouth.
What a sight: a virile, masculine man standing naked with his
magnificent, powerful, very hard cock fucking the mouth of a
sissy with no makeup or wig, just a weak, queer male basking in
the glory of his/her emotional and sexual womanhood! The sight of
it all was utterly queer: of the sissy, with his/her small dick
tenting the front of his/her satin panties, his/her ass squirming
like both a sissy and a woman, as one and the same.
Howard quickened his pace and cried out, "Oh fuck, you queer
slut, take my cum, baby!"
The first shot of his warm semen shot into my mouth. He then
pulled his dick out, and stroked it, continuing his ejaculation
onto my face and neck, and onto my chest. I eagerly took over the
stroking and caused yet more ejaculate to spurt onto my chest and
corset. I whimpered in a high-pitched tone and as he dropped to
the floor and stroked my female penis through my panties, causing
me to ejaculate after only a few strokes by his powerful hand.
He forced me onto my back and mounted me between my spread legs,
and he rubbed his finger on my semen covered chest then said,
"Suck my cum off my finger, my sweet queer wife."
I did as instructed and felt so sexy and desired. As I sucked the
semen off his finger my vaginal anus began to have little
contractions and-oh my goodness-my first anal orgasm shuddered
throughout my vaginal anus.
I cried out, "Oh Howard, my darling! I am having a vaginal orgasm
in my womanly ass! Oh honey... eeeeiiii!"
I shuddered in his arms and held onto him so tightly, feeling so
womanly and so submissive-and so much my Howard's girl!
He said, "Now, now, sweet queer, that is to be expected and is so
lovely."
He then kissed my neck and face all over and said, "I love you my
darling male girl, my darling sissy queer."
I swooned as I looked directly in his eyes and said, "Oh Howard,
I love you so very much, too!"
With this he gently squeezed my cockette through my cum soaked
panties and then his hand went to my buttocks, with his finger
gently entering my vaginal anus.
I knew that my anus was now vaginal, as the anus of a true
transvestite sissy must ultimately be. I was now living the
reality that is the dreams of all transvestites everywhere! Yes,
we are all sisters, male women of "the third sex." I knew that my
vaginal anus was soon to lose its virginal status, and serve as a
source of intimate, immense pleasure for both my darling husband
and me, his queer male wife!
We lay quietly together in an embrace for perhaps 30 minutes.
Then, Howard said, "Honey, the time has come. It is time for you
to become my completed bride."
I said, "Oh Howard, you mean 'all the way,' don't you honey!"
"Yes, my sweet sissy, it is time for us to have sexual
intercourse, like you saw me have with your wife. Only this will
be more intimate, more sensual, and more erotic than that!"
He took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. The bed was
already pulled down.
He said, "Get in first, Wendi honey, and lay on your back like a
woman does for a real man."
I was now in such a state of sexual excitement I thought I was
going to have an anal climax right then and there! The sensation
of the mattress giving as his large, manly frame climbed onto the
bed and between my spread legs was wonderful. He felt me up
again, up and down my nylon-encased legs and all over my thighs
and buttocks. He then pulled my panties down until they were
dangling over my left ankle.
We were both rock hard again. He placed his manly, much larger
penis over my small female penis and said, "Honey, this is the
way we are, man and male girl, like man and woman, but more
exciting because my woman has a small, dainty female penis and,
honey, the combination of your weak, plain maleness and sissy-
queer, very feminine womanliness is so sexually intoxicating for
both of us! Honey, we are a very special man and wife!"
All I could do was swoon and make little sissy moans and roll my
eyes like a bride ready for her first time.
Howard then rubbed his powerful, rock hard penis up and down the
inside of each of my legs, leaving little damp spots of precum
here and there on my nylon stockings.
As he did this he said, "Oh William baby... Wendi baby... you are
both you know... you look so fucking hot in that sexy corset with
those whorehouse garters and sheer nylon stockings. Feel my hard
cock my sissy male princess!"
He then grabbed my panties and pulled them taut against my left
ankle.
He said, "Sissy darling, I love these sexy panties, too--so queer
for my male princess to wear black satin panties with a pink
rose. Look, baby, the rose is all sticky and soaked from your
climax you had when sucking my dick."
Howard then handed me a tube of KY lubricant and without any
husbandly directions from him I knew my duty. I first applied a
generous amount to my vaginal anus, and then he took over and
worked the KY into me with his finger. At the same time I applied
a goodly amount of the jelly to his raging hard, oh so handsome
penis and I worked it all over his man tool by gently
masturbating him just a little bit. His finger was now really
working inside my vaginal anus-I was his transvestite girl in the
advanced stages of foreplay that occurs just before actual sexual
intercourse!
Howard took my hand gently off his dick, and softly said, "Honey,
your ultimate moment has arrived."
I whimpered, "Oh honey, yes, we both need this so as man and
sissy queer male wife. Please be gentle with me, my darling
husband!"
This was it! He moved into position and placed my legs over his
broad shoulders. I could feel the head of his rigid penis
pressing at my vaginal anus.
He said, "Relax, sissy, and it will be easier for you, baby."
I obeyed my commanding husband and just let go, and felt him
slowly enter me, inch by delicious inch. It hurt some, not unlike
"Mr. Dildo." But, it also felt infinitely better than "Mr.
Dildo." I knew it was the real thing, and not only was it the
dick that I craved for so much most of my life, it was part of
this wonderful man who I now knew I was hopelessly and deeply in
love with. He was so gentle and considerate.
As his penetration was complete and his balls were resting
against my balls, he asked, "Are you okay sweetheart. Does it
feel good princess? Are you ready for my thrusting?"
I whimpered, "Oh Howard darling, I feel you inside me. I love you
my masterful man. Take me, honey, make me a completed queer male
woman!"
He started out slowly that age-old rhythm of male-female sexual
intercourse.
He moaned, "Oh fuck! Oh, my queer princess your ass is so tight
and feels so good honey sissy."
I whimpered, "Yes, Howard, my ass belongs to you. You are my man
and I am your sissy male cunt. Fuck my sissy-queer brains out sex
master!"
Howard leaned down and again deep mouth kissed me as the tempo of
his thrusting increased. Oh, I could only think feminine sexual
thoughts! I was delirious with womanly sexual lust and joy! I
pushed my anal vagina back at his every thrust and even did
contractions to heighten his sexual pleasure.
As he felt my contractions he said, "Fuck, honey, only a real
feminine queer would know how to do that! You are a natural male
woman, my darling princess!"
We became as one in the rhythm of sexual intercourse. I was his
male girl and I was in total feminine submission for his pleasure
and my fulfillment. There were no more words, only the increasing
tempo of his ever-faster thrusting. The bed was now squeaking
with the unmistakable sounds of sex! He grunted like a manly sex
machine, as I did my best to sound like a bride moaning in the
heat of her first time! I knew he was close, so I grabbed my
extremely hard female penis and began to beat off to the timing
of this thrusts.
Suddenly, I cried out his name, "Oh fuck Howard, I am coming!"
Another "pink cloud" very womanly feeling vaginal orgasm sweep
throughout my anus, and my groin at the same time had that
equally wonderful familiar boyish feeling as I shot my little
spurts of sissy semen onto both his groin and mine as he cried
out, "Oh fuck, sissy, take it you bitch!"
He gave me those hot short strokes and I could feel his shooting
semen flood my sissy ass as I cried out, "Yes, Howard, Yes! Fill
me up darling husband! Oh, I feel so fucking queer and fulfilled
darling! I am woman and you are man!"
He kept ejaculating and withdrew from my vaginal ass and shot
still more semen onto my female penis and balls.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" I cried out.
He was still now except for gently stroking my head with his
hands and kissing my face all over. I could feel his powerful,
but spent penis against my equally spent female penis. I wrapped
my arms about him and kissed him back.
I said, "Oh honey, why didn't we do this years ago?"
Without getting off of me he reached over on the night table and
took my left hand, placing a lovely wedding ring on my finger.
He said, "Honey, today is far better than tomorrow, and there
will be many tomorrows just like this!"
We eventually got out of bed and I took off my corset and nylons.
We showered together as two naked males, one a man and the other
a very effeminate, very happy, and very fulfilled sissy-queer
transvestite. We dried off and he pulled a women's purple satin
lounging robe out of his closet for me to wear as he put on his
masculine robe.
He said, "Many women have worn that robe before you, my sissy
princess, but none as alluring and exciting as you!"
We went to the living room and I sat on the sofa while Howard
mixed us some Bombay Sapphire martinis. We then sat and had a
long conversation about our future together as we sipped our
cocktails. Howard told me that sometimes he wanted me in full
drag, with wig, makeup, jewelry, and perfume, and acting utterly
as a woman. At other times, he said, he wanted me in only partial
drag, to convey that special image of a very queer, sissy male
pretending to be a girl. I cuddled against his broad shoulder and
held hands with him as the intoxicating glow of the martini took
effect. He said we would have many wonderful shopping outings
buying women's clothes for me.
We both agreed that I would continue to live with my wife for
appearances, but that I would spend many nights with him. In
fact, he called Mary on the phone and she agreed to it all,
provided I moved into our guest bedroom and understood that we
were still close friends, but never, ever again husband and wife,
other than on paper. She added that she would spend more time
away staying at her daughter's home so that Howard and I could be
man and wife in fact, if not on paper.
After Howard got off the phone with Mary, he dropped his robe and
said, "This is your signal, do you understand my sissy boy wife?"
I replied, "Of course I do darling" and I sucked him once again
to ejaculation before I went home to prepare my move into the
guest bedroom.
Mary was actually quite nice and even suggested that she would
give me makeup lessons and help me learn more about sitting and
walking about as a proper woman.
She said, "Since we both seem to be women in our own way, let's
be like sisters and make Howard proud to have my former husband
as his sissy wife."
I sensed that Mary, indeed, had a deep sense of understanding
about it all. I hugged her as my sister and thanked her for being
there for me.
I then went to my room, changed into a fresh pair of my favorite
pink, satin full panty briefs. I placed a tampon in my vaginal
anus that was soaked in soothing balm. I then donned my cute,
very sexy black panty girdle with garters, attached a fresh pair
of nylon stockings. I deftly put on my matching black satin bra
and filled the cups with my supple silicon breasts. Over this, I
put on my favorite light-blue silk nightgown. I went to bed and
thought only of my Howard and how I was now his boy wife.
I took my soiled black panties and softly masturbated into them
until I ejaculated, thinking of being in Howard's embrace... then
I drifted off into a deep and contented sleep, dreaming of satin
gowns and wedding dresses, and being surrounded by my giddy
transvestite girlfriends, as we shared womanly chatter about our
love for our men!
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