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All at once, Maria's limp lady stick transformed itself from lifeless shell into
The Incredable s/he Hulk. I had to keep opening my mouth to keep it all in.
Precum started to pour down my lips and chin onto to my bra. That precum was rapidly replaced by genuine girlie man paste.
I would have been laughing but it was like being
water boarded with seamen. I was drowning in hir cum. Holeee SHIT!
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I swear I should have been a sex ther****t. It would be my mission to make
sure before some transgender type she gal goes all the way and has hir manhood chopped off, that s/he knows just what s/he will be missing. In other words, before s/he gets hir pecker whacked s/he has hirself righteously blown by an expert. That of course would be my job.
It seems once again, I'm a sucker for the hard luck cases. There's got to be an easier way to meet other crossdressers who want to fuckin get blown and get their ass cheeks split. My way takes way too fucking long! I always wind up getting side tracked and falling for the wrong type!
Hir name was Maria That wasn't just hir bullshit crossdresser name, s/he had it
legally changed to Maria.
Normally I try to steer clear of the whiners at any transgender get together.
These are the she males who love to get together and cry about hormones and
electralysis and how nobody understands and blah blah fucking blah. Just
get over it, please.
Me, I'm just a horny pervert looking for a lay. I don't need a damn crying
convention. So of course what do I do? Start thinking with the wrong head
again.
The first time I saw Maria it was at my first meeting of the Pleasant Town*
Trangender League. It was lust/love at first sight. All I thought about
the whole night was wanting to get up into hir dress and rocking hir world!
But wouldn't you just know it? Maria and all hir she gal pals just sat around and had a big pity party. However, the good news is at least I got to be the one to take hir home. And against my better judgement I got hir phone number and that was that.
What we had wasn't a gay relationship. In fact the only way I finally
got Maria in the sack was to promise NOT to touch hir penis.
What we had going was a boy friend, girl friend relationship. It's just that Maria as my grrl friend didn't have hir pussy yet and me as hir boyfriend liked to wear a dress every so often!
Most men, (trannie,gay or otherwise) when they get fucked up their ass have a massive hard on. Not Maria! Hir's stayed deader than a doornail, which is just tragic.
Granted s/he was one beautiful she male. Hir face was pretty, s/he had great long hair, a beautiful body, with an awesome T & A combination. Just, no fucking boner.
As our relationship progressed Maria even introduced me to hir sex theripist.
The theripist recommended that I stop cross dressing altogether. It would help
Maria complete hir transition into full womanhood.
I might have gone for it except for one thing. I was still getting hot e-mails from Gail down in Arizona, even after one year. Gail's latest even included a video file. It was a movie clip of her jumping up and down totally naked on the same old mattress we had sex on last year.
Gail must have put her webcam on a tripod (or whatever she was using) in just the right spot. Not once did she jump out of the frame. What a pro!
Meanwhile I was determined to try one last time to deter Maria from having hir
operation. By some miriacle I convinced hir to try and let me blow hir just once. If s/he didn't like it s/he could go ahead with hir operation with my full blessing.
It was the smallest penis I had ever gone down on. Maria kept on insisting how it wasn't going to work but I just kept on sucking.
"Larry, please," s/he pleaded. "Just give it up, I hate my penis."
("OK if s/he starts crying I'm throwing in the towel.
But what if I try licking under hir gans RIGHT THERE")
"Larry, just stop, I told you it's not . . .
OMG! OMG! OMG!
DON'T STOP!!!"
All at once, Maria's limp lady stick transformed itself from lifeless shell into
The Incredable s/he Hulk. I had to keep opening my mouth to keep it all in.
Precum started to pour down my lips and chin onto to my bra. That precum was rapidly replaced by genuine girlie man paste.
The next thing I knew Marie shoved me off the bed and onto the floor. S/he sat on my face and drove hir she cock down my throat while pounding the floor with hir fists.
"Oh God!", Maria screamed. "I love having a penis!"
I would have been laughing but it was like being water boarded with seamen. I was drowning in hir cum. Holeee SHIT!
When s/he finally finished, without a word s/he got up and called hir ther****t to leave a message.
"Hello Dr. Orchid. This is Maria, I'm canceling my procedure."
You would have thought that s/he'd be grateful. If Maria was grateful s/he sure had a funny way of showing it. After deciding not to go through with a full sex change operation s/he decided to break up with me. S/he needed some space to decide what to do next.
Here, I finally got what I wanted and it literally blew up in my face. Go figure.
But at least there was still Gail in Arizona. Plus things were about to get real interesting at my job.
-to be continued
*fictional city near real places on a map
The Incredable s/he Hulk. I had to keep opening my mouth to keep it all in.
Precum started to pour down my lips and chin onto to my bra. That precum was rapidly replaced by genuine girlie man paste.
I would have been laughing but it was like being
water boarded with seamen. I was drowning in hir cum. Holeee SHIT!
********************************************************************************
I swear I should have been a sex ther****t. It would be my mission to make
sure before some transgender type she gal goes all the way and has hir manhood chopped off, that s/he knows just what s/he will be missing. In other words, before s/he gets hir pecker whacked s/he has hirself righteously blown by an expert. That of course would be my job.
It seems once again, I'm a sucker for the hard luck cases. There's got to be an easier way to meet other crossdressers who want to fuckin get blown and get their ass cheeks split. My way takes way too fucking long! I always wind up getting side tracked and falling for the wrong type!
Hir name was Maria That wasn't just hir bullshit crossdresser name, s/he had it
legally changed to Maria.
Normally I try to steer clear of the whiners at any transgender get together.
These are the she males who love to get together and cry about hormones and
electralysis and how nobody understands and blah blah fucking blah. Just
get over it, please.
Me, I'm just a horny pervert looking for a lay. I don't need a damn crying
convention. So of course what do I do? Start thinking with the wrong head
again.
The first time I saw Maria it was at my first meeting of the Pleasant Town*
Trangender League. It was lust/love at first sight. All I thought about
the whole night was wanting to get up into hir dress and rocking hir world!
But wouldn't you just know it? Maria and all hir she gal pals just sat around and had a big pity party. However, the good news is at least I got to be the one to take hir home. And against my better judgement I got hir phone number and that was that.
What we had wasn't a gay relationship. In fact the only way I finally
got Maria in the sack was to promise NOT to touch hir penis.
What we had going was a boy friend, girl friend relationship. It's just that Maria as my grrl friend didn't have hir pussy yet and me as hir boyfriend liked to wear a dress every so often!
Most men, (trannie,gay or otherwise) when they get fucked up their ass have a massive hard on. Not Maria! Hir's stayed deader than a doornail, which is just tragic.
Granted s/he was one beautiful she male. Hir face was pretty, s/he had great long hair, a beautiful body, with an awesome T & A combination. Just, no fucking boner.
As our relationship progressed Maria even introduced me to hir sex theripist.
The theripist recommended that I stop cross dressing altogether. It would help
Maria complete hir transition into full womanhood.
I might have gone for it except for one thing. I was still getting hot e-mails from Gail down in Arizona, even after one year. Gail's latest even included a video file. It was a movie clip of her jumping up and down totally naked on the same old mattress we had sex on last year.
Gail must have put her webcam on a tripod (or whatever she was using) in just the right spot. Not once did she jump out of the frame. What a pro!
Meanwhile I was determined to try one last time to deter Maria from having hir
operation. By some miriacle I convinced hir to try and let me blow hir just once. If s/he didn't like it s/he could go ahead with hir operation with my full blessing.
It was the smallest penis I had ever gone down on. Maria kept on insisting how it wasn't going to work but I just kept on sucking.
"Larry, please," s/he pleaded. "Just give it up, I hate my penis."
("OK if s/he starts crying I'm throwing in the towel.
But what if I try licking under hir gans RIGHT THERE")
"Larry, just stop, I told you it's not . . .
OMG! OMG! OMG!
DON'T STOP!!!"
All at once, Maria's limp lady stick transformed itself from lifeless shell into
The Incredable s/he Hulk. I had to keep opening my mouth to keep it all in.
Precum started to pour down my lips and chin onto to my bra. That precum was rapidly replaced by genuine girlie man paste.
The next thing I knew Marie shoved me off the bed and onto the floor. S/he sat on my face and drove hir she cock down my throat while pounding the floor with hir fists.
"Oh God!", Maria screamed. "I love having a penis!"
I would have been laughing but it was like being water boarded with seamen. I was drowning in hir cum. Holeee SHIT!
When s/he finally finished, without a word s/he got up and called hir ther****t to leave a message.
"Hello Dr. Orchid. This is Maria, I'm canceling my procedure."
You would have thought that s/he'd be grateful. If Maria was grateful s/he sure had a funny way of showing it. After deciding not to go through with a full sex change operation s/he decided to break up with me. S/he needed some space to decide what to do next.
Here, I finally got what I wanted and it literally blew up in my face. Go figure.
But at least there was still Gail in Arizona. Plus things were about to get real interesting at my job.
-to be continued
*fictional city near real places on a map
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