A Trilogy of Trannie Tales

My cock thrust out at her pussy mouth. She pulled her head back, hooked one leg around the back of my stockinged calves, and looked at me through glazed eyes, unsure of how to react. I grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands, and lifted her off the floor—she locked her legs about my waist. I felt for the lips of her pussy and fingered them apart—I could feel the heat from her cunt. I thrust my pulsing meat deeply into her, and began to fuck her to the music, sort of a fuck-dance."

"Finally, I let her down and she pulled me down on the carpet, still dancing and grinding her pussy against my throbbing cock. I took my cue from the record on the stereo and fit nine hard inches right into the soppy gash between her pussy lips. We fucked on the floor—dancing to the song. She began to whimper, unsure of who was fucking her—man, woman, or Prince. Suddenly, she unlocked from me and got to her feet, standing above me and looking down unsteadily at me. I was not about to lose her now. I got up and pulled her back to me, placing her slender hand around my throbbing cock."

"Sensing that she needed a little help, I cupped my hand around the back of her head and pulled her to the chaise lounge. She lay back, her eyes focused on my cock, jutting straight out from under my miniskirt. Her mouth opened, and she began to moan, obviously in need. I moved over her and gently pulled her head to my cock. She began to lick my dick, short, unsure nips at first, but then she took me into her mouth. Soon she was gagging on my cock--she couldn't get enough of it."

"To make this story short, we made love all that night, as man and woman, and as woman and woman. She loved the novelty of having a woman with a cock fucking her. We did it all. From then on, we were lovers—of course she found out I was Terry, the young man in her class, and she treated me that way at school. But, when we got behind closed doors, I was a young woman who made love to her, sometimes with a cock, sometimes without one."