Her Mystical Trans-Formation

I was cumming, the roiling sensation of my climax washing through me like a violent storm as Lilliandra slammed her huge cock into me hard and deep and Misha sucked greedily at my bucking prick. And I wasn?t the only one. With me lying on my back, my ankles on Lillian?s slim, Spanish shoulders and her fat, powerful shaft plundering my depths while the exotically beautiful Misha?s soft, pink, Asian lips and tongue worked on my spewing black cock, I was also being fed hot mouthfuls of the salty thickness of ropy spunk. Erica knelt above me with Adrianna behind her. As the marvelous ebony complexioned she-male gripped her by her breasts, digging scarlet fingernails into those perfect globes while ramming deeply into her pale, white ass, she fed me her huge cock, thrusting its heated length in and out of my mouth and throat as she came. ?Oh yeah! I?m cumming! I?m cumming, Natalie! Oh! Oh! Suck my cock, you horny black bitch! Oh yeah, baby! Suck my cock and eat my cum!? She moaned. It was Erica who had arranged the she-male sex party, with twelve of the heaviest hung transsexuals we knew providing the entertainment. The purpose for the party was a celebration of the first anniversary of my receipt of tits. As I sucked her cock, relishing and swallowing the delicious heavy load of cum that erupted from her testicles, I thought of how much I enjoyed my life and I remembered the magical day Erica had appeared to capture my heart. She was absolutely stunning as she stood beside the doorway of the Cineplex. With long, flowing pale yellow waves that poured from her head to spill to her lower back, an exquisite face with round steel gray eyes and generous red lips, and a slender though curvaceous figure, the petite young woman wore immaculate designer clothing and presented an image of a model at a fashion shoot. Because it was a small town and I knew every resident, it was obvious that she was a new arrival, either visiting family and friends or having recently moved to the area. And the longer she stood where she was, the longer my eyes moved over her lines of her form. Dressed in close fitting garments that enhanced her appearance, I saw that she possessed firm, round, medium-small breasts that perfectly matched her five foot two inch height, trim arms, flat abdomen, small, boyish hips, and slim chiseled legs like Gwenyth Paltrow. Then, as if to give me a full view, she turned to display the way her tight black jeans clung to the pert, rounded cheeks of her small derriere and I was amazed at the thought that abruptly came to mind. My cock sprang erect, throbbing forcefully in my pants, as I imagined moving my tongue over the phenomenal woman?s milk white flesh. Returning my eyes to her face, I saw that she had noticed me looking at her. The woman gazed back over her shoulder at me, while giving me ample opportunity to view her assets. bursa escort Embarrassed at having been caught staring, I momentarily lowered my eyes. When I raised them again, I saw that she was walking towards me. ?Hi. My name is Erica,? she smiled, extending her hand. Her voice held a soft southern lilt that was familiar from the area, and if she noticed how abashed I was she ignored it. Shoving my emotions aside, as much as possible, I climbed to my feet. I took her small hand in mine. ?I?m Nathan and it?s a pleasure to meet you. Sorry about how I was staring at you,? I apologized. ?Oh. Don?t be. I get that a lot. First a guy stares at me and then he stares at me,? she responded. I frowned uncomprehendingly. ?A guy stares at you and then he stares at you?.What does that mean?? I inquired. ?Unh, unh.? Erica shook her head, causing the cascade of her blond waves to dance over her shoulders. ?Questions like that are never answered at an introduction. Maybe when we next meet there will be a reason for me to explain.? ?So I should look forward to seeing you again?? ?Without a doubt. I do so love a tall, handsome black man. And you being so polished in your manners?. That?s attractive. Makes me feel like a princess being swept off of my feet,? she stated. ?Who taught you proper form of grace?? I smiled. Usually when expressing myself with etiquette among other black people I was accused of acting white. I was pleased to see that she appreciated the flair of form and prose I provided. But in answer to her question I shook my head. ?Unh, unh. Maybe when next our paths do meet. Look to see you soon.? Smiling warmly, Erica left, letting me watch the movement of her hips as she departed. It was before we began our first date that she explained what she meant when she said first a guy stared at her and then he stared at her. When I arrived at the place where she was staying to pick her up she sat me down in the livingroom. I was seated on the soft cushions of a gray sofa, but she didn?t sit next to me. She lowered herself to a chair near me. ?I think we need to clear something up right now. Maybe I should have done so earlier. I don?t know. I?m really quite new to this idea of dating. Usually, I?m a bit more straight forward. You know, pick a guy up and tell him what?s what. If we?re on the same page we have sex. This is different and you need to be told what you are getting into. At that moment the beautiful woman I had been desiring explained that she was a transsexual. She said she was a pre-op transsexual who still possessed a cock and balls. I learned that Erica Lesher had once been Eric Lesh, a neighborhood boy I had gone to school with. Though we had not attended the same classes as I was a year ahead of him, I had seen and knew of him. Everyone in the neighborhood knew of Eric. Small and blond, he was the bursa escort bayan star of the school swim team. And I remembered something else that was rumored and he had been teased about. ?You were the little guy they said had the biggest dick in school,? I said. ?I still have it and I plan to keep it. There?s a term that?s used for pre-op trannies. Some people call us she?males. I don?t know if you can understand it, but I like being a girl and I like having a cock. I like to get fucked by a guy and I also like to fuck guys and girls. ?When I?m with a guy, I like to be the girl most of the time. I love to suck a cock and feel a big prick inside me.? ?You said most of the time you?re the girl. And the rest of the time??? I inquired. Erica gazed directly into my eyes. ?Nathan, I have a perfectly good cock and I enjoy using it as much as you do yours. Maybe even more sometimes. That?s something you also need to know. My cock is a part of me. If we do this, what we share won? be one sided. I will provide every pleasure to that big, black prick of yours and I will expect you to do the same for mine,? she said. I was aghast. ?You want to fuck me?? I responded incredulously, my heart pounding. ?Just as much as I want to feel you inside me,? she nodded. As shocked as I was by everything she had said, I wasn?t sure of how I should respond. I knew that if I had been in public with my friends I would have portrayed myself as offended and immediately denied any desire for her. But we were not in public and my friends were not there. I didn?t have to lie about how much I wanted her, and the privacy of her home gave me an opportunity to think about what I wanted. During my entire life I had never questioned my sexuality. I had never felt an attraction to a man. I didn?t have any gay friends. And I didn?t like musicals, Barbara Streisand, or Cher. Didn?t that make me straight? Obviously not. As I gazed at Erica, despite everything she had said, I continued to want her. I looked into her soft gray eyes and saw the vulnerability there as she awaited my response. I realized that the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. When I had arrived my intention had been to get to know her during our date and screw her brains out when I took her home. I found that I still wanted to fuck her, and I didn?t care if she had a cock the size of a small anaconda between her legs. That I felt that way made me question things I thought I knew about myself. As did the emotion that assailed me when I observed her vulnerability, making me want to take her in my arms and hold her, comfort her, and let her know everything was okay. But then there was the matter of her cock and that she wanted me to suck it and let her fuck me with it. I wasn?t sure I could agree to that, which was something I found to be strange. I felt that I should know escort bursa with an absolute certainty whether or not I would or would not suck a cock. A straight man would know such a thing. That I was even questioning myself about the possibility was disconcerting. ?Why did you tell me everything? You know, about you being Eric and us going to school together? You could have just told me about the transsexual thing and left it at that,? I stated. ?I wanted you to know me. Really know me. Nathan, I want more from you than a casual lay, I?.? ?You want to be my girlfriend,? I finished for her, knowing it to be true. She shrugged. ?I?ve always had a crush on you. You were a basketball star. All the girls had as much of a crush on you as they did on me. Is it hard to believe I wanted you too?? Erica asked. A sly expression suddenly touched her features. ?As for being your girl, yeah, I?d like that. But we would have to have an open relationship. I have to admit that I?ve never been very monogamous and always end up cheating when my lovers ask me to be exclusively committed. It?s why my last boyfriend broke up with me. I can be a slut at times. Truthfully, I?m a slut most of the time, so I need a lot of cock. While thinking of everything else, you should also consider whether you can handle having a bitch with a voracious sexual appetite. ?Is that all I have to think about? Decide whether or not I?m willing to suck your dick and let you fuck me? Decide whether I can accept you fucking other men?? ?And fucking other women. But, yes. Ain?t that enough?? Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. I then stood up and began to walk toward the door. Looking back, I saw that Erica remained seated where she was, watching me. I stopped. ?Well, are you coming or not?? I asked, holding out a hand to her. ?I don?t think the restaurant will hold our reservation forever.? ?You still want to go out on a date with me?? She asked, her expression lightening. ?You know everyone is going to talk about you when they find out what I am.? I shrugged. ?Yeah. But they would talk about me anyway, just for wanting to go out with you,? I responded. I watched her rise and walk to me, placing her soft, warm hand in mine. ?Might as well give ourselves the pleasure of one another?s company and not worry about anyone else.? The entire time I was with Erica was exceptional. Dressed in a shimmering green evening gown that hugged the sensuous slender curvature of her form, I couldn?t take my eyes away from her. She was like a dream. When she moved she was so fluid and graceful the sight was like watching the sinuous undulations of a snake. And I wasn?t the only one mesmerized by the spell invoked by her beauty. I noticed that during the dinner other men, and some women, were enraptly staring at her as well. But she responded to no one?s attention but mine. After enjoying a perfectly prepared meal we went to a club that was a favorite of the local community because it was the only club in our area. And as it was a Saturday night everyone who could be there was present. I was approached by a few women I knew and asked to dance.