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New Girl in Town #1
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From: [email protected].org (Jon Grossberg)
Subject: Bobbi's Story (chapter 1)
Organization: Somewhere just far enough out of Toronto
Date: Tue, 5 May 1992 04:16:43 GMT
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(Note: the original author of these stories prefers to remain anonymous)
N E W G I R L I N T O W N
Margo sat next to me in the coffee shop late that Saturday afternoon.
His real name was Mark, but he was one of the loveliest Drag Queens in
New York City. I had been dressing secretly at home in my mother's and
sister's clothes for just over three years, but at 18 years old, I had
never been in public as a woman. Margo lived now as a female, and
could pass anywhere. I complimented "her" on it, and "she" said. "You
could do just as well, you know." I was flattered, but not as sure as
she was. "Come on," she said. "I'll show you!" We went to her apar-
tment. We had been occasional lovers, so I had been there before, but
this visit would be different.
As soon as we were inside, Margo ordered me to strip completely, and
she put my male clothing neatly away. She looked me over carefully,
then stripped off all he own clothing, and led me into the bathroom.
In a moment we were in the shower soaping each other down. I loved the
softness of Margo's skin, and the feel of her hands on mine. The sight
and feel of her little penis, for Margo had only four inches even when
she was hard, was also somehow erotic, and I was getting visibly arou-
sed!
We were rinsing off when she said. "Stand there, and don't move!" She
stepped out of the tub, and returned instantly bearing a razor and sh-
aving cream. In seconds the lower half of my body was swathed in shav-
ing cream, and Margo was shaving my legs. She also trimmed my pubic
hair to a little, feminine, V-shaped thatch.
With all the gentle caressing and stroking that was going on, my cock
was now rock hard! Margo looked up at me from her kneeling position,
and smiled at me. Then I felt her lips close around my cock, and a
gentle back and forth motion of her head begin. I leaned back against
the tile wall, and soon was gushing my load of cum down her throat.
Margo swallowed every drop. She was an expert cocksucker!
"The transformation is about to begin!," announced Margo as we stepped
from the tub. As soon as we had dried ourselves, she produced a bottle
of cologne and some matching perfumed talc, and applied them liberally
to both of us. The sent was exotic, and I began to feel very feminine
in the way that I had always wanted to feel. We entered the bedroom,
and Margo reached into a drawer. She took out a matching bra, garter-
belt, and panties set for me. They were white lace with dainty pink
bows. "Virgins always wear white," she said. She also had a similar
set in aqua for herself.
We dressed together, and she showed me how to put the panties on over
the garter-belt so that they could be removed, and still leave the
stockings on. Margo also taught me how to tuck my penis back between
my legs into my crotch, so that no telltale bulges would show even if
someone were to see me in just my panties.
Last to go on was my bra. It was padded, and I had sort of smallish
male breasts, but we tucked a couple of old stockings into each cup to
fill it out a little better. I wanted bigger breasts, but Margo would
not allow it. "All the new girls think that they need big tits!," she
admonished. "A 'real girl' is not that big! If you want to look nat-
ural, do it subtly. Don't make yourself look like a clown!" She was,
of course, correct. I followed her advice, and I am a better woman for
it. To complete the effect, Margo gave me a light-brown wig that near-
ly matched my own hair, and fussed it into place on my head.
I was not prepared for what I saw when I looked in the full-length mir-
ror. There staring back at me was the girl I had always known I was!
I shuddered, and Margo lightly touched my arm. "See, Bobbi," she half
whispered to me. "I knew you could do it! That is the real you!" She
kissed me gently on the cheek. I had to agree with her. That was in-
deed the real me. It was also the first time anyone had called me
"Bobbi." I have kept the name ever since.
Margo's transformation of me was good, but it was far from finished. I
stood there in just bra, panties, garter-belt, sheer stockings, and wig
admiring myself in her full-length mirror. I liked what I saw very
much, but I also wanted more! Margo was quick to oblige. She handed
me a white lace full-slip with little pink bows at the straps and at
the hem that just matched the other things I was wearing. Then she led
me to the make-up table, and we sat down on the bench.
Margo picked the shades, and applied the make-up. Soon my nails were a
pink to match the bows on the lingerie, and she was working the foun-
dation over my face. "You have a tiny problem that most 'real girls'
don't have," she said. "You have to go a little heavier on the foun-
dation to cover that little beard of yours." The face powder, blush,
and eye shadow were next, followed by the mascara, and finally pink
lipstick to match my nails. "Put these in your purse," Margo said han-
ding me the lipstick, powder, and eye make-up she had used on me.
"You'll need them for touch-up's later." She did her own make-up then
using blue shades on her eyes to set off the aqua lingerie she wore. I
watched in fascination as I waited for my nails to finish drying.
With the make-up applied, Margo went back to her closet. She soon pro-
duced a pink leather purse, and pink pumps with four inch heels, and
handed them to me. I slipped the shoes on, and she said. "Put your
make-up in the purse, and then your wallet and cigarettes from your
pants. You'll need them when we go out." I swallowed hard, and began
to shake! I had not expected that all of this would go beyond Margo's
apartment! I had been in Drag at home in my mother's and sister's clo-
thes in PRIVATE before, but Margo had been the only person to have seen
me as a woman up to today, and she had only been privileged to that
during the last hour! I was scared!! What if somebody saw that I was
really male? What would or COULD happen?
Margo saw my fear, and smiled gently at me. "Relax, Bobbi," she said.
"We girls are only going for a little walk, so you can see what being a
woman feels like outside. You look lovely! You will be fine. Nothing
bad will happen." I thought for a moment. I did want to do it. I was
just scared of the unknown. I glanced at the clock. It was almost
9:00PM, and it was dark out. Nobody would be able to see me very well,
and I would be with Margo who lived as a woman. We would just look
like two more women walking in New York City's theater district and
Times Square. I told myself it would be all right, but I was still
frightened and excited over going out in Drag.
>From the closet, Margo brought forth a white cocktail dress. It was
knee length with three quarter sleeves, and the white satin under-dress
was covered in white lace. I slipped it over my head while she put on
a blue-green jersey sheath that made her look positively slinky. Margo
did up the zipper at the back of my dress, sprayed me with perfume, and
announced. "There! Now you are the sort of girl that men's dreams are
made of! Take a look!" I stepped up to the full-length mirror again.
I gasped at what I saw!! There in the mirror looking back at me was
one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen! She looked like some-
thing out of a movie! It took me more than a moment to get used to the
fact that she was ME!! I almost cried for joy!!
Margo reached into her jewelry box, and gave me a pink cameo locket on
a thin gold chain along with three gold rings one of which had a pink
stone in a marquise setting. I put these on, and she gave me a pair of
gold earrings with pink baubles that hung down, and matched the cameo
around my neck. A white lace shawl completed the outfit, and we were
ready to leave for our walk. Margo opened the door of the apartment,
we stepped out into the hall, and rode the elevator down. I was out in
Drag for the first time!
On the street, the Manhattan traffic was noisy as ever, and somehow
that was very comforting to me. I was terrified, and I needed some-
thing to remind me that this was really happening. As we walked I not-
iced that all eyes seemed to be on me! Had they found me out? I asked
Margo what was going on, and she responded. "Don't worry! All men,
whether they know it or not, look at all women all of the time. It is
just biological. You are a pretty girl, so all the women will look
too, and compare you with what they think they look like. All those
looks are a compliment! Just relax, and enjoy it!" It took a while yet
after she said that to me, but after we had been out for half and hour
I was starting to calm down.
Margo stopped in front of a bar called "The Gilded Grape". I knew the
place. It was the only real transvestite bar in New York City. "Let's
have a cocktail!," she announced, and maneuvered me to the door. I
hesitated. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do this! A walk on the
street was one thing, but talking to people up close in a bar was quite
another! "Stop worrying!," admonished Margo. "All the girls here are
guys. Why not go in?" She was right. That bar was probably even
safer than the street. Why not indeed? Margo opened the door, and we
went in.
The scene inside was familiar. I had not been inside "The Gilded Gra-
pe" too often, but I knew it well enough. There were two bars. One
near the front door where Edie, who looked more like a Beauty Queen
than a Drag Queen, was barmaid, and a bar at the back where Emma held
court. Emma was a biological woman of some forty years who looked and
acted like the puppet "Madam" from the comedy act of "Whalen and Mad-
am." Indeed, Whalen had been a regular at another Gay Bar where Emma
had once worked, and had based the character of his puppet on her! It
was to this rear bar that Margo led me.
All eyes seemed to be on me as I walked through the room. I had some-
times sat at one of those tables myself, and looked over the "girls" as
they walked by. Now it was my turn to be ogled by the men! I was the
"New Girl In Town" for the guys to lust over! I could FEEL all their
eyes on me, and it felt GOOD!! I could feel my penis stiffen down bet-
ween my legs even though it was tucked back into my crotch! I felt
like the woman that I wanted to be at last! I was a sex object, and I
liked it!!
Margo and I sat at the bar, and ordered a drink. I was introduced to
Emma, and received the first in a long string of compliments that I was
to receive that night. I was starting to get used to being a girl.
Just then a guy sat down on the stool next to me. Our eyes met, and I
could see that he liked what he saw. "Hello," he said. "You're new
here?" I replied that I was. He smiled, and asked if I would like to
dance. I hesitated for a moment, but an elbow in my ribs from Margo
helped me make up my mind! We got up to go to the dance floor, and he
asked my name. "Bobbi," I replied. "Bobbi, eh?," he said. "It suits
you. A pretty name for a beautiful girl! My name is Peter." He was
the first person to call me beautiful.
On the dance floor, Peter slipped his arms around me. The D.J. was
playing a slow number, and Peter held me very close as we glided across
the floor. It felt good to be in his arms, in a man's arms! It was
not the first time that a man had held me. It was not the first time
that I had danced with another man. Somehow, however, this was dif-
ferent. There was something about the way that he held me while we
danced. Maybe it was the way that he looked at me. Maybe it was the
way that his hand on my back moved slowly and gently trying to get just
the slightest touch of the more intimate parts of my body. I only knew
that it felt very good, and I did not want it to stop!
I pressed closer to him, and felt his hard cock pressing against my
thigh. My insides began to tingle! Not only had I become the woman
that I knew I was that night, but I could bring a man to erection as
that woman!
The music stopped, and Peter kissed me gently on the cheek. I was sur-
prised, but I did not pull away. His lips moved to mine, and we kissed
for a moment. Then he said. "I hate to say this for both of us, but I
have to leave now. Here is my business card. Will you call me this
week? I would like to have dinner with you." I promised that I would,
and he kissed me again. This time our lips parted, and we kissed for a
very long time. I promised again that I would call him, and he depar-
ted.
I walked back to the bar. I was feeling a little depressed that Peter
had to leave, but I thought about the next time I would see him, and my
penis tingled! That would be quite a date!
Margo was still at the bar, but she was not alone. She was talking to
the man sitting next to her. He was tall, and not really good looking
although pleasant enough. She was sitting very close to him, and she
pointed me out to him as I approached. As I sat on the other stool
next to her he whispered something to her, and nodded. "Bobby, this is
Frank," Margo said. I shook hands with him in greeting, and Margo
asked me to accompany her to the "Ladies Room." It was the beginning of
another adventure in this eventful night!
Margo and I entered the "Ladies Room." It was the first time that I
had ever been in one. It was different from the "Men's Rooms" that I
had been in. There were no urinals, and one wall had a long mirror on
it with a wide shelf. A number of other Drag Queens were at the mirror
adjusting their make-up. "Take care of your needs, and meet me at the
mirror," Margo ordered. I did so, taking the time to adjust the tuck
of my penis back into my crotch between my legs. Margo was waiting at
the mirror when I got there.
We took a moment to fix our make-up, and then Margo spoke. "What do
you think of Frank?," she said. I told her that he seemed nice enough
not really knowing what she was driving at. Then she got very serious.
"Frank is a sort of friend of mine," she said. "We see each other
every couple of weeks. He's 'straight', but he likes something differ-
ent from his tacky wife sometimes. Tonight he wants to party with two
'girls', and he likes you. He's very generous, so there's fifty dol-
lars in it for you. What do you think?"
This was not what I had expected tonight! I knew that Margo turned
tricks for cash, but I had not considered doing it myself before. The
idea of being a prostitute was exciting to me though, and after a mo-
ment of thought I said, "All right! I'll do it! What do we do now?"
Margo smiled. "Just follow my lead, and be friendly," she said, and
led the way back to the bar.
We sat for a few minutes at the bar with Frank while he and Margo spo-
ke, and then we all rose to leave. On the street, Margo and I each
took one of Frank's arms, and we walked to her apartment. In the ele-
vator, Frank took the liberty of feeling my ass. I only smiled at the
intimate touch. He would get quite a bit more than a quick feel before
that night was over!
Margo fumbled in her purse for keys while we stood at the door to her
apartment. Frank lost no time in getting his money's worth of me! He
roughly pulled me to him, and kissed me probing the inside of my mouth
with his darting tongue. His arms were around me, and while his left
arm pinned me to him like a vice, I felt his right hand resume its exp-
lorations of my bottom. With great care and skill he managed to hike
my skirt high enough to slip that right hand of his under the hem, and
gain free access to the naked flesh of the back of my left thigh above
my stocking top. He also treated his hand to still another roam across
my tush, now with only my filmy white panties separating that hand from
my soft, warm flesh, and probed a finger or two up under the elastic of
the leg hole for an added thrill. All the while his kissing had not
missed a beat!
"Hey! Break it up, you two!!" Margo's voice snapped us back to real-
ity. She was standing inside the apartment door, and beckoning us to
come in. "You may find each other irresistible, but I do have neigh-
bors, and besides I feel left out!," she complained to Frank and I as
we entered the apartment. I murmured a quiet apology, but Frank said
nothing. His response was to grab Margo in his arms, and give her the
same treatment he had given me a couple of minutes earlier. She wri-
thed gently against him like the practiced temptress she was, and I
noticed her hand lightly stroking his cock through his trousers. The
seemed suddenly oblivious to the fact that I was in the room. I closed
and locked the apartment door, and sat demurely on the sofa like a good
girl to wait for them.
"Well, at least we know we all like each other!," was Margo's comment
when they joined me a couple of minutes later. Frank plopped down on
the couch next to me, and Margo continued. "I told you that you would
like Bobbi, Frank. I am rarely wrong about such things. This should
be a fun evening!" She paused for a moment, and then said, "Frank?
Can we get the, Uh... 'financial arrangements' out of the way first?"
Frank sighed, and produced his wallet. He took out some bills, and
passed them to Margo. She counted out fifty dollars for each of us,
and handed me my share saying, "Put this in your purse, Bobbi." I did,
and then joined Margo who was standing before Frank. "Well," she said.
"Now we can have some fun!"
Frank sat on the sofa, and watched the events of the next few minutes
unfold before him. Margo stood behind me, and unzipped my dress. I
stepped out of it in a very ladylike way, and she tossed it over a
chair leaving me with just my slip to cover the rest of my lingerie.
Then she turned her back, and I removed her dress in the same way. We
faced each other, and kissed a long, probing kiss while we both slid
the straps of each other's slips off our shoulders, and let then fall
in delicate heaps about our ankles.
We stepped out of the piles of silk, and stood before Frank in just
bra, panties, garter-belt, stockings, and shoes. I all in white lace
with dainty pink bows, and Margo in aqua silk with dark blue bows. His
eyes lit up like searchlights! If he had liked what he saw of us in
the bar, he was now positively bursting with excitement over the vision
that he beheld! The bulge in his trousers was begging to be set free
of its confinement, and I was getting curious of what it looked like.
Margo nudged me toward the couch, and Frank took my arm to gently tug
me into sitting on his lap. Margo disappeared into the bedroom.
I could feel the hardness of Frank's cock pressing into my soft behind
as I sat on his lap. I wondered if he knew just how deeply into my ass
I wished it was REALLY pressing at that moment! My own penis, in its
tuck back in my crotch between my legs, was now quite stiff too. I
could feel a longing behind it deep inside of me. As if the ghost of
the vagina that should have been there was yearning to feel the length
of this man's cock plunging in and out of it! I was more than aroused
by all had happened, all that was happening, and all that was GOING TO
happen it me that night! I let all control of myself go, and jumped
headlong into the spirit of the evening!!
Frank was kissing me again, probing all the while at the inside of my
mouth with that delicious tongue of his. This time, however, his hands
had free access to roam unchecked over all of me, and roam they did!
He may not have been a great lover, but dressed as I was, the sexual
and sensual excitement that I was feeling was all but overpowering. I
squirmed playfully on his lap, and felt his now granite hard cock dig-
ging even more urgently into the soft flesh of my bottom.
I was doing what I had always wanted to do! I was sexually arousing a
man as a woman! I had become what I had always wanted to be! I was a
woman in every way that it was possible for me to be a woman at that
moment! I was living the most incredible night of my entire life! I
wanted to savor every instant of it!!
Margo appeared at the bedroom door, and called out to us. "I've turned
down the bed, and I'm getting lonely in here! Would you two care to
join me in the boudoir?" Neither Frank nor I needed any encouragement
to get us to head for "...the boudoir." If the poking and prodding
that my little tushy was getting by his cock every time I moved in his
lap was any indication, he needed a small trip to "...the boudoir," or
he was going to make a large mess in his trousers, and probably stain
Margo's sofa in the process! It was also obvious that getting me into
bed was the primary thought in his mind at that moment, and I echoed it
in my own mind as well. I wanted him to get me into bed too!!
Frank's right hand never left some part of my body as we walked to the
bed. At the doorway his left hand picked up Margo, and was giving her
the same treatment. "Stand still!," Margo ordered him as we approached
the bed. "You are a little overdressed for the occasion, but we'll so-
on fix that!" I unbuttoned Frank's shirt, and Margo un-buckled his
belt. I pulled the shirt off to reveal his massive, hairy chest.
Frank might not have had a very handsome face, but his body was hard,
tanned, and muscular! I treated myself to a taste of his tiny male
nipples as the shirt fell away, and felt him stiffen and gasp with ex-
citement. I looked down, and saw that Margo had disposed of his trou-
sers and shoes, and was gently nibbling at his muscular thighs while I
was flicking at his nipples with my tongue. Frank was immersed in sex-
ual passion, but we were having as much fun as he!
Then Margo kneeled in front of him, slipped her fingers into the waist-
band of his briefs, and pulled them to his ankles. A huge cock jumped
forth, and slapped against her cheek! It was fully seven inches long,
and two inches thick! A deep tangle of coarse black hair surrounded
the base from which it rose to end in a knob that looked as big as a
Ping-pong ball! A heavy sack with large balls hung below, and Margo
immediately began to taste those balls making Frank give out a low
moan. I gasped, and stared at the huge cock that only minutes ago had
been prodding my ass through Frank's trousers. More than ever now, I
wanted it in me!!
Margo stood up from kneeling, and surveyed Frank's naked body. From
the look in her eyes, I could tell that she liked what she saw. Look-
ing at him, my own penis throbbed and twitched although it was still
confined by my panties, and tucked back between my legs into my crotch.
I was sure that Margo's penis was doing the same things, and I also
longed to touch it along with Frank's out of curiosity. "I said you
would like this, Bobbi," Margo whispered in my ear as Frank lay down on
the bed.
Frank lay on his back with his hard cock jutting straight up while Mar-
go and I kneeled on either side of him. His arms pulled us toward him,
and he kissed us each in turn. We then began trickling kisses and ton-
gue play down each side of his neck, and across his body. We each
stopped at the small nipples of his firm pectorals to suck and nibble
gently. Frank moaned quietly at the attention the sensitive parts of
his body were getting. His hands were roaming all over us. He even
managed to slip a finger of his left hand under the elastic legband of
my panties to just caress the head of my penis for a moment. I shud-
dered with ecstasy! I did like what was happening just as Margo said I
would!
Margo and I moved further down Frank's body nearing the goal of our
quest. We reached his cock at exactly the same moment, and started
kissing either side of it starting at the base, and working up. At the
tip, our lips finally met, and we kissed each other with the head of
Frank's circumcised cock pressed tightly between us. Frank let out an
audible groan of pleasure as our mouths parted, and we flicked at the
glans with our tongues. He liked what was happening too!
I licked my way back to the base of Frank's cock while Margo continued
teasing its head with the tip of her tongue. I found my way to his
balls, and licked at them hungrily. The were warm and hairy, and they
tasted just the way a man's balls should taste to his woman. I felt
that I could have nuzzled them for hours. I nibbled at the sack, tak-
ing the loose flesh into my mouth, and gently rolling it against the
back of my lower teeth with my tongue as I sucked on it. I took one of
the balls completely into my mouth, and slid my tongue around and arou-
nd it to Frank's obvious delight.
Margo descended to the base of Frank's cock, and I moved up to the tip.
I took the large head between my lips, and knew instantly that he was
close to orgasm. I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock the way I
had just been doing with his balls, and I could taste the little tric-
kle of pre-cum that seeped from the slit. I worked his cock in and out
of my mouth slowly at first, but gaining speed faster and faster as I
worked! I increased the pressure with my lips bringing him ever closer
to climax!
Frank's cock then all but literally exploded in my mouth! His first
stream of semen shot all the way to the back of my throat, and splashed
against my tonsils before spilling down deep inside of me! He contin-
ued to pump his cum into my mouth until I thought it would overflow! I
held it all in, and lolled it on my tongue tasting the delicious salty-
ness of it before greedily swallowing it all to keep for my very own!
I lay back on the bed along Frank's left side after he had finished
cumming in my mouth, and Margo lay along his right. He had his arms
around us. We all played with each other while we waited for his balls
to recharge with semen. The night was far from over!
Frank did not take long to rest. His hands were roaming all over Margo
and I as he lay there, and I was more than aroused already from all
that had gone before. My penis, although still safely tucked away in
my panties, was throbbing with excitement! I had my own load of semen
straining for release, and I was sure that Margo was in the same con-
dition! I wrapped my left hand around Frank's cock. It was stiffening
again, and I could hardly wait! Biologically Margo and I might be
male, but in Drag at that moment, I was his woman, and I wanted him
inside of me!!
I continued playing with Frank's cock as it grew to full hardness while
Margo sucked gently on his right nipple. His left hand suddenly slip-
ped into my crotch, and fingered my penis through the thin film of
nylon that was my tiny white panties. I shivered with the ecstasy and
anticipation of what was about to happen! I turned my head to face
him, and out lips met. His tongue pressed its way back into my mouth.
It tasted sweet. I teased it with my own tongue, and he responded by
rolling to face me, and enfolding me in his arms.
We kissed long and passionately with him fondling my penis through my
panties, and I stroking his naked cock all the while. Margo was all
over both of us. Caressing my behind, fingering his ass, touching my
breasts, kissing his strong back, and doing all she could to raise our
already torrid level of excitement. My mind was racing wildly! I
could think of nothing else but having Frank fuck me in every possible
way!
I did not have long to wait! Frank suddenly kneeled up on the bed, and
slid me onto my back before him. His hands went to the elastic of my
panties, gripped them with his fingers, and stripped them from my quiv-
ering body!! He took hold of my calves to spread my legs, so that he
could kneel between them. As my legs parted, my penis popped free of
its tuck in my crotch, and stood straight up begging for further re-
lease!
I stared along my body at Frank's cock hovering over my tummy with its
head scant inches from the head of my own penis. He was naked, and I
now wore only bra, garter-belt, and stockings. I glanced at my penis,
and thought of how grotesque it looked. It should not be there! In
its place I should have the vagina of the woman I really was! More
than ever now, I wanted to be that woman for him, and for myself!!
Margo lost no time in preparing the stage for the next act of our play.
She slipped a pillow under my hips to raise my ass so that it would be
easier for Frank to enter me, and spread some K-Y Jelly over the head
of his cock. It was not a moment too soon! Frank moved forward, and
positioned his cock at my waiting asshole. I gasped deeply when its
head popped past my sphincter! I moaned as he thrust the seven inches
of its shaft up inside of me! He waited only for a moment while I
caught my breath, and began a slow, rhythmic, in and out motion, fuck-
ing me to further heights of passion! My mind reeled with it all! At
last I was being laid like a lady! I did not want it to stop!!
Soon I felt something else warm at my asshole. At first I had no idea
of what it could be! Then I realized that it was Margo! She was down
between our legs licking my ass, and Frank's cock and balls as he
fucked me! The feeling was incredible! I was being fucked and eaten
at the same time!
Frank's cock soon started to grow warm and twitch inside of me, and I
knew that he was close to cumming. My penis too was responding to
being rubbed between our bellies as he pumped me. Suddenly Frank
thrust his cock's full length into me! I felt it spasm, and then a
warmth grew deep within my bowels! He was cumming as hard and hot as
he had done in my mouth, and I eagerly received his full load of semen!
I had fulfilled the woman in me! My man had fucked me, and I enjoyed
every second of his cumming!!
Frank's cock slipped from my ass as he fell back exhausted on the bed
next to me. I felt a wetness on my tummy as he moved away. I looked
down to see my penis shrinking after its final release. I too has cum
from the touching of our bodies together! I slid the pillow from be-
neath me, and lay quietly next to him.
I had sampled all that I had ever wanted from the female side of my
sexuality that night. I knew that it would happen again, but I wanted
to savor this first time. I had lost my virginity as a woman, but
there was still one more thing to come tonight!
Margo appeared at the bedside with two washcloths. She gently cleaned
off the remains of our passion as Frank and I lay together. Soon Frank
was able to stand, and reluctantly he got dressed. I could see that he
did not want to leave, but he had gotten all that he had paid for, and
he had to go home. I too did not really want to see him go.
I stood, and tucked my penis back up into my crotch between my legs
while his back was turned. I glanced at myself in the full-length mir-
ror. Standing there in my bra, garter-belt, and stockings, the thatch
of hair at my crotch even looked like a woman's pussy! This is what I
had wanted to be, and that night I had made it!
I kissed Frank one more time in good-by. He smiled, and said, "You're
quite a woman, you know!" Something tingled deep inside of me. I
could have been paid no higher compliment at that moment. A ladylike
tear of joy welled up in my eyes. I knew now what I was, and what I
had to be. There was still a long road ahead, but I had taken the
first step. I watched in silence as Margo escorted him to the door,
and let him out.
"Bobbi," Margo said as she returned to the bedroom. "Please stay over
tonight. It's really too late for you to go home anyway." She did not
wait for me to answer, but reached into a drawer, and produced a lacy
yellow nightie for me. I slipped out of my bra, garter-belt, and stoc-
kings, and put it on. When I looked up, she too was wearing a short,
pale-blue nightie.
We lay down on the bed together, but as she relaxed her own small penis
popped free of her crotch, and jutted rigidly out from her body. I
then realized that while Frank and I had both cum twice in the course
of the evening, Margo had not had any release! "Just lay back, Margo,"
I whispered softly to her. "It's your turn now."
I kneeled over her, and took her penis into my mouth. Margo moaned
prettily as I worked on her. This was not an act of hot passion as had
gone before. There was about it all the gentleness of two women making
love, and that was at it should be, for that was what was happening!
I sucked Margo's penis, and stroked her balls for only a few minutes
when I felt her cum gently in my mouth. The taste was not as rough and
salty as Frank's semen, but sweet as I knew it would be. She pulled me
to her, and we kissed sharing her cum in both of our mouths. As the
kiss broke we swallowed the semen together. It was the most gentle
lovemaking I have ever experienced.
I pulled the covers over us. We kissed again, and then drifted off to
sleep in each other's arms. We had shared an incredible experience
that night, and would share many more in the future!
EPILOG:
I did not go home that night, nor for many nights after that. I moved
in the very next day to live with her. We lived together as two women
for a couple of years after that. We had many other experiences with
men both together and individually since then, but none have ever sur-
passed that of my first night in Drag!
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