Martin's cock easily fit in my mouth and down my throat while only half-hard, but grew more problematic as it grew to its full ten inches. I slurped on it greedily, enjoying how it felt to feel it grow as I suckled on it and worked it with my mouth and throat. My modest six-inch cock — even raging hard — fit into Martin's mouth with no problem. I had never had my cock sucked by another man and I was squirming almost the m...

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Martin asked. "Now that I've sucked your cock, it seems like the most natural thing," I said. "Besides, I'm not sure where this is going, or what happens after today; but I do know that I'm not going to pass up this opportunity. You having second thoughts?" "Are you kidding? You've seen my Tumblr page. I've always wanted to stick my dick in a sexy t-girl's ass. That was sort of what t...

"Listen, I can explain," I started to say. He cut me off. "No," he said simply. I saw an unmistakable glint in his eye as his next words seared into my brain. "You won't be able to explain anything with your mouth full of my cock." "Excuse me? I'm not..." "I know, not gay. But you are bi-curious. Your curiosity ends today." "Just what gives you that idea?" I felt a bit silly arguing the point with my hard cock dripping as...

"You should really go check in on Martin," my wife said. "When was the last time you dropped in on him?" "Just last week," I said. "You were at your Women's Club that night. I told you, remember?" "Still," she said. "It's the least we can do since his wife left him. They were such good neighbors to us when we moved in." "But the ball game . . . " I started to say. "No," she cut me off mid-excuse. "Grab a six-pack and go s...

Steffie visited the laundromat each week for the next several months. Each time she wore the pilfered lingerie Ty provided and each time she sucked a creamy load from his cock and was thoroughly fucked (not necessarily in that order!). She stripped off the lingerie at the end of each session, only to find a new set waiting for her in her laundry basket when she returned to her apartment. The lingerie was always nothing sh...

Steffie drew more looks than she was used to when she walked into the Laundromat. But then again, she'd never really visited the Laundromat as Steffie before tonight. She had deliberated long and hard about what to wear tonight. She had finally decided to go with a sleeveless crepe coatdress. It was mauve (almost the same color as the panties she'd worn that first fateful night!) with a v-neck and tank straps. Princess se...

Steffie was more comfortable entering the laundromat this week to wash her "unmentionables." True, Tyler had given her a sore throat last week and was going to make sitting down a new experience for her this week, but she was looking forward to it. Tonight she would pass the final hurdle to womanhood and become a complete sissy. She wasn't thinking of herself as Peter tonight at all. She'd even gone to the trouble of buyi...

Peter had made it a point to call the laundromat a few days after his encounter. He'd asked to speak to the manager and told her that he wanted to thank the attendant who had been on duty that night. His name, he discovered, was Tyler. Peter came into the laundromat that next week on the same night, slightly earlier than the last time. A handful of others were there, but it wasn't crowded. It was warm inside and Peter tho...

Peter sat in the laundromat, skimming through a two-year-old copy of Ladies Home Journal that he'd found. He was halfway through a "riveting" article detailing cheaper alternatives to dry-cleaning draperies when his dryer buzzed loudly, alerting him to empty it. By sheer force of habit, he glanced around before he dumped the contents of the dryer onto the folding table. Only the disinterested attendant — a twenty-somethin...

"I was sort of hoping you might help me out tonight," Kayla said. Her question didn't seem directed at me. "What did you have in mind?" Marisa responded. "Well, since so many of your "gurls" can't or won't, I was hoping you might fuck me with your strap-on tonight. I need it bad." Marisa laughed. She glanced over at the alarm clock. "We might have to combine our activities," she said. "I don't have time to wait for you to...

When she stepped through the door, I thought, "I've been had, this is really a housekeeper!" She was wearing the same uniform I had seen other housekeeping staff wearing — a short-sleeved pink polyester button-front utility uniform with a crisp white straight-waist apron. She didn't seem startled to see me, however, and stepped into the room, letting the door close behind her. When I started to speak, she held up one fing...

Like many married crossdressers, I do most of my dressing when either I am traveling for work, or when my wife is traveling with her job. She knows I dress, but isn't thrilled with the prospect since I work for a prominent business member of our small community. She's afraid that if my secret is ever "discovered" it will have consequences for both my job and my employer. I have tried and tried to stop; to resist the urge....

I slid off of the bed onto my knees and Henry stepped toward me. I slurped him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down for a few moments before directing him to the edge of the bed to sit next to Brendan. I removed Brendan's shorts from around his ankles and gave his soft cock a few slurps for good measure while I was between his legs. Then I got down to business. I sucked Henry first, enjoying his cock all over again...

For the next eight weeks, I sucked Henry's cock as our desires and schedules permitted. Sometimes I would just throw on some panties, a slip, and some makeup and gulp his tool. Other times I would get the dildo out and we'd have a 'complete' session. For practice, I always tried to stay 'in voice' regardless of how long a session lasted. A 'complete' session usually consisted of me getting dressed up all the way — skirt,...

It was the first day of college orientation, and I wandered around the dorms more than just a little confused looking for my room when I heard a familiar voice shout, "Hey, Martin!" It was Henry. It was because of Henry that I'd gotten into this school — a school well-known for its technology programs but better known for its football program. Well, Henry and Ms. Callahan; they had both written extremely persuasive letter...