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“Deborah,” Samantha began, “I don’t know how to explain this to you. Maybe we’ll just play ‘show and tell.’ That way you will have no choice but to believe me.
I just nodded, having no idea what in the hell she might be talking about, but becoming incredibly curious.
“You know, Samantha,” I observed, “You remind me so much of the supermodel Frederique; about 5’11” and somewhat big-boned for a girl with large hands and feet and a deep voice. Frederique is a native of Holland but is now the quintessential New Yorker. She has done many ‘Cosmo’ covers, Victoria Secret catalogues, been on Letterman and Oprah, and my fav, the Howard Stern show. |
I just love it when the ladies, and it doesn’t happen often, hold their own with Howard and don’t just get giddy and nekkid. Frederique more than held her own.”
“You think I’m pretty then, Deborah?”
“Samantha, you are a total fox. Geez, I wish I looked like you.”
“Oh yeah, well I always thought you to be the best looking girl in our class and you still are, from what I saw of the other women at the reunion.” “Say what, Samantha, you weren’t in my class. How could I ever forget you?”
“Yes, Deborah, I was.”
“I don’t understand, Samantha. Are you pulling my leg?”
“Nope, but if you pull my leg maybe you will understand.”
Samantha unclipped her tulip-wrap dress and fully exposed the lace-top thigh-highs. I noticed an unusual bulge in her stretch string thong. No, it wasn’t black; the color was “serpent purple.” I knew because I had the same thing in my lingerie drawer. At first I could only guess the bulge might be a Kotex maxi pad or some such thing.
Soon I discovered the reason for the bulge. Samantha pulled down her thong and revealed quite a nice looking large penis, about seven inches soft. I felt faint for a moment and simply could not speak.
When I caught my breath I didn’t know what to say so I began singing lyrics from “A Boy Named Sue” by Johnny Cash …
“Well, he must o’ thought that it was quite a joke. And it got a laugh from a lot of folk. It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I’d get red And some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his head. I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue.”
“It’s real, Deborah. You can touch it if you like.”
I couldn’t resist. I touched it. Then I began to stroke it as it became erect and expanded to about ten inches. Obviously my overwhelming curiosity now demanded that I see “her” breasts.
“Please let me see your breasts, Samantha.”
Samantha pulled down the top of the strapless dress to reveal her beautiful melons; very full and firm and her nipples were quite erect, which I assumed my stroking her cock precipitated.
“I’m beginning to get the picture here, Samantha. You are Sam. And just how in the hell did that all happen?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“You are fucking right I want to know. This is incredible. Now tell me!”
“Would you suck my cock first? You are making me horny. Besides, I probably won’t have this cock much longer, if you get my drift.”
“Well, I never sucked a girl’s cock before. How come you never asked me to suck your cock when you were a dude?”
“Deborah, you knew me way back when. Just too damn shy I guess. Actually, a girl has never ever sucked my cock. Just guys.”
“You know, Samantha, this is a really nice cock. One of the best I’ve seen. Why would you want to part with it?” I began to nibble. “And it tastes good!”
“I want to be totally a woman and experience everything that a woman experiences. My doctor tells me that after the Sexual Reassignment Surgery it is quite possible I may be able to orgasm just like you do. I know that sounds incredible but that’s what the experts say. My doctor told me he will take sensitive tissue from my penis and use it to create my vagina and clitoris, which will hopefully provide a degree of erotic sensation. Exactly what degree of sensation, of course, won’t be known until some time after the operation. Some ‘new’ women have no capacity for orgasm and others get off big time. Here’s hoping!” Samantha gleamed as she downed a shot of the Glenmorangie.
“Now, you promise, Samantha, if I suck your cock you will tell me absolutely everything about this? I mean, you look so much like a woman, who would ever know. Well, except for this!” I deepthroated her cock. My pussy was becoming very moist because of this incredibly strange and erotic experience.
“Samantha,” I asked as I momentarily removed her cock from my mouth, “have you ever had sex with a woman?”
“No, and I don’t think I want to, at least not sexual intercourse.”
“But you have had anal intercourse with guys?”
“Yes, I have, Deborah.”
“OK, pretend I’m a guy and fuck me in the ass.”
“Huh?”
“You heard what I said. If you want to get off, fuck me in the ass.”
I laid face down on the bed and stuck my butt up in the air, and pulled up the bottom of my blue velvet slipdress. Samantha had an open invitation because there were no panties under the dress, just knee-high fishnets. The Analeze had already been applied liberally. I had to help Samantha find the right angle and eased her into me an inch at a time with one hand, playing with my clit with the other hand. If you can’t figure that one out, just let me inform you I have very long arms and I’m double-jointed. I can do some very weird things with my body.
Ten minutes later Samantha pulled out and shot hot cum all over my behind while I moaned in post orgasmic ecstasy due to the butt fucking and my own ministrations with my own fingers. Samantha had done it just right. Girls are so much gentler when they stick it up your ass.
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