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Robin and Linda
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Dreams Come True
Robin is bored, but feeling anxious. He so well knows the feeling
that is coming over him, and is powerless to stop it. His mind plays out
the scene, and he feels a tightness at the crotch of his jeans. As he
looks over the fence, he can see the lacy red bra and panties moving
slightly in the light August breeze. He never had a set that looked
quite that sexy before, and he must have them.
His senses straining, he notices no activity from the house. The
modest ranch home seems lifeless through the big sliding glass door. He
figures that the woman has gone out to go shopping. When she moved into
the neighborhood six months ago, she caused quite a stir because the
realtor was one of the biggest gossips in the small suburban community.
Her name was Linda, and she'd moved to the quiet little town after a
messy divorce. So messy, apparently, that she'd been able to pay cash
for the property. Robin didn't care about any of that. What mattered was
that she was in her early thirties and had a hot body, red hair and a
pretty face. So far, she was part of his favorite fantasy.
Tensing his body, he half-climbed, half-jumped the wooden fence.
Moving quickly through the unmown grass, he approached the beautiful
lingeree on the clothesline. Reaching up with trembling fingers, he
gently unpinned the lacy underwear, and began stuffing them into his
pocket. Then he heard a sound that almost made his heart stop, the sound
of the sliding glass door opening. He turned on his heel to dart away,
when he heard a voice that stopped him dead.
"Freeze, Robin!" he heard Linda hiss.
She was frowning at him, her hands on her shapely hips almost
clenched into her well-tanned flesh. She stood there in a white bikini
that didn't cover very much. The look of incredulity on his face made
her smile in spite of her anger.
"Yes, I know who you are," she told him, "you're the little bastard
that's stolen about a hundred bucks worth of lingeree from me. It was
easy to find out your name."
"B-But, how?" Robin's voice was plaintive.
"You only live down the street you little jerk. All I had to do was
watch which house you went into and ask one of the kids on the block. If
you're gonna steal underwear, you should at least do it somewhere else!"
"Shit," Robin mumbled, as he measured the distance to the gate.
"Don't even think of trying to ditch me. I'll call your parents.
What will they think of a boy who steals panties and bras?"
"I ain't no boy," Robin said, his eyes flashing angrily.
"Oh, yeah," Linda smiled, "how old are you ?"
"Eighteen," Robin said defiantly, "five months ago."
Slowly the look on her face changed. It became almost predatory,
and suddenly Robin wished he had kept his mouth shut.
"So you're an adult," she mused, "that changes things quite a bit."
She stood there contemplating him, and Robin felt his legs starting
to shake a little as he could see the wheels turning in her mind. He
wished that he'd never stolen a pair of panties in his life, that he'd
never had this compulsion to put on women's underwear. It wasn't fair.
He didn't know what made him do it, and he couldn't help it. Linda broke
the long silence.
"You know, I could call the police. You're eighteen. Shit, that'd
be much better than just calling your folks. You'd be ruined... Unless,
of course, you've been caught at this before. Have you?"
Robin shook his head mutely, feeling the pricks of tears starting
at the corners of his eyes. He opened his mouth to beg and plead for her
not to. He was ready to do almost anything she said.
"No, don't speak. I want to think for a minute."
As he stood there miserably, waiting for this cruel woman to decide
his fate, Robin vowed that he'd never steal another pair of panties in
his life.
"You know," she began, "I was just going to make you come mow my
lawn for the next couple of months, no big deal. But your being how old
you are changes all that. Do you see what kind of shit I can cause you
because of that?"
Robin nodded his head dejectedly.
"On the other hand," she continued, "I sort of feel sorry for you.
It became pretty obvious that it wasn't on a dare after the second time.
You really can't help yourself, can you?"
Robin stared at the ground.
"Speak. Don't forget who's in charge here."
"I... I don't know w-what comes over me," Robin fumbled.
"And does wearing my underwear give you a thrill? Does it really
get you off like nothing else?"
Robin's burning face told her all she needed. Now her look was
almost friendly, but there was something else there, too. She was still
giving off those predatory vibes, but the look in her eyes...
"You know," Linda continued, "you being an adult also means a few
other things. Do you know what I mean?"
"N-no."
"It means I can have some fun. And if I'm right about you, I don't
think you'll mind it very much either. Now do you understand?"
In a flash, Robin placed that look. It was a dark lust that scared
him, but also excited him a little. Could she mean...
"Follow me and be quick about it," she snapped.
Robin followed her into the cool living room.
"Don't just stand there - close the door!"
He turned and pulled the sliding door shut. Through the glass he
could see the lacy red panties lilting in the breeze as though they were
laughing at him. He turned to face her.
She looked across into his face, smiling a little more warmly, but
her eyes still danced with gleeful desire. She was about his height and
even more beautiful this close. Her skin was a healthy bronze from
sunbathing, but soft and smooth. Unable to help it, his eyes darted down
to the swell of her luscious, round breasts, barely confined in the
small triangles of stretchy fabric.
"Go ahead and sit down for now," she invited.
Gratefully, Robin plopped down on the plush couch and waited while
she sat down in a chair next to him. She licked her lips and spoke.
"You know," she started, "my ex-husband was a cross-dresser. Got
him off better than almost anything. Of course, he didn't look so good
in drag. Not like you probably would. Still, it was fun for me anyway.
We played a lot of different games, and I had a blast, too. I don't
think there's any problem with consenting adults having some fun behind
closed doors. Do you?"
Robin shook his head emphatically, wanting to please, still afraid
of the police being called. He was also starting to see where this could
lead, but was afraid to acknowledge it. Faced with the prospect of a
fantasy coming true he was torn between excitement and terror.
"I didn't think so. Anyway," Linda went on, "we had a lot of fun.
Part of me just loves turning naughty boys into women. I have a little
bit of dyke in me, you see. And I also like giving them what they got
coming. Are you starting to get the picture?"
She stared intensely at him, "And now I meet this cute little
cross-dresser named Robin. Now what should I do with you?"
"I... I don't know," Robin stammered.
She rose to her feet and slapped Robin across the face.
"That's 'I don't know, Mistress!" she hissed at him.
"I'm sorry... Mistress!" Robin cried out.
Linda was starting to enjoy herself. Here was a perfect opportunity
to really get into some heavy play. This poor kid had fucked up, and he
was going to pay the price. But, she mused, he's gonna be begging for
more after we get into it.
"Get up!" she commanded, "Get up and get your clothes off!"
Gasping, Robin leapt to his feel and began fumbling with the
buttons on his shirt. As he slid the material off the upper half of his
body, Linda noted with approval that his upper body was near-hairless.
Robin paused for a second, looking agonized, his hands frozen at the top
button of his trousers. With glee she noted the reason for his
hesitation, a bulge pressing firmly at his crotch.
"Take them off--NOW!" she spat at him, thoroughly enjoying this.
Fingers shaking, Robin undid his pants which quickly dropped past
his slender legs which were covered with fine, blonde hairs. His young
hard cock strained madly at the lacy, white panties he was wearing. He
kicked off his sandals and stepped out of the jeans.
"Pretty panties," she remarked, "good thing for you they're not
mine. You must get around... Now take them off and kneel before me."
His dick still throbbing between his legs, Robin swiftly got on his
knees before her, his head down.
"Very good, slave." she said, "you even assumed the right position
without being told. Now look at me."
She glanced down at her captive, feeling hot with her new-found
power. She saw him shaking a little, and the sight got her even hotter.
"So you want to dress up like a girl, huh? Want to be pretty? Well,
I'm gonna give you the chance to wear those clothes you want so much.
Now, follow me and do everything I tell you."
She made him get in the shower and shave his legs and underarms.
Taking his hand, she led him to her dressing table and sat him down. She
was very good with makeup, and in fifteen minutes she was looking into
the face of a beautiful, frightened teenage "girl."
Linda went to her dresser and pulled out a lacy white set of bra,
panties, garter belt and stockings. She tossed them to him.
"Do you know how to put these on, slut?"
"Yes, Mistress." Robin's voice quavered. Now he even sounded a
little like a girl.
"Then do it!"
Trembling, he fixed the garter belt around his waist. Then Robin
pulled on the patterned stockings, getting the seams lined up correctly
on the backs of his legs, and fastened them in place with the garter
belt. Next he drew on the frilly white bra across his hairless chest and
snapped the catch into place. When he stepped into the lacy pair of
panties, he pulled them up and over his aching, throbbingly hard cock.
His young rigid dick bulged within the sexy panties.
"Okay," she said, "now stand in front of this mirror and get a
good look at yourself and tell me what you see, you little slut."
Robin gasped as he looked at himself. There stood a very sexily-
clad young girl, a girl with a big lump in the front of her panties.
"I.. I see a.. a girl!" Robin's voice shook.
"I don't." Linda said, "I see a very naughty little slut that needs
a real good spanking. Get over her and lie down across my lap!"
She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for him. Robin
timidly approached her and positioned himself across her thighs, almost
sighing out loud at the feeling of his hard dick pressing against her
legs through the satiny material.
Linda looked down as Robin's nylon-covered asscheeks with much
satisfaction. His butt looked very much like a girl's and felt a wave of
desire course through her. She hooked an arm around his waist so he
couldn't struggle too much and raised her hand to deliver the first
blow.
Whack! Her hand came down hard on Robin's bottom, and he cried out.
Whack! She hit him again, loving the way his buns jiggled at each
stroke. She spanked him as hard as she could, delivering the spanking
evenly across both cheeks. By ten swats, Robin's cries were turning to
tears, but the hard bulge against her thighs belied him. Within ten
minutes, he had ceased crying and his breathing was getting ragged, as
though the pain was being replaced by something else. She paused in the
spanking, carressing his ass through the nylons and feeling the heat.
Suddenly, Robin's breathing got very short. Knowing what was
coming, she stroked his bottom firmly, her fingers playing down the
crack of his ass. Robin's body tensed and he groaned loudly, and Linda
felt a sticky wetness on her thigh as his semen jetted into the panties.
Overcome with lust, Linda ordered him to his knees. Still breathing
hard, Robin knelt there and watched her as she stood. Linda first
removed the top of her bathing suit, and Robin almost gasped again at
the sight of her perfectly round breasts. They didn't sag at all, but
rather stood out proudly with nipples hard from excitement. Linda hooked
her fingers into her bikini and quickly peeled them down. Now Robin did
gasp. Linda stood there before him, tall, sweaty and beautiful, with a
large hard-on jutting out from her crotch. It was at least nine inches
long, and it pulsed with desire.
"Do you know what to do?" Linda said, her own voice shaky.
Robin didn't need to wait to be told. He knew it even before she
said it. He wanted to take a woman's cock into his mouth. To suck it and
make her come. To get it hard again, and...
Robin kissed Linda's magnificent cock. He ran his tongue around the
big purple head, and Linda moaned softly. Encouraged, he opened his
mouth and took her large, throbbing tool inside. Linda groaned loudly,
feeling the young transvestite's mouth around her cock, and her hips
shook at the sensation. Linda felt her legs getting weak and she pulled
back from eager Robin.
"Just a minute, baby," she whispered, "let's get comfy here."
She lay on the bed with her back on the pillows, her legs apart,
and her eyes burning with desire at him. She reached out for him.
"Come to Momma, Baby Doll."
Robin paused for a moment, still on his knees, and relished the
sight of her. Linda lay there, her breath quick through her red, parted
lips, her firm, luscious breasts covered with a film of sweat, and, most
excitingly, her big, firm penis doing pushups against her flat belly.
The red-haired pre-op opened her legs wider to accomodate the cute TV.
Robin quickly moved between her legs and took Linda's juicy meat
into his mouth again. His mind was inflamed with the excitement of
sucking this gorgeous TS's tool. He slowly lowered his lips down the
smooth turgid shaft until his lips touched her pubic hairs, and Linda
began squirming madly at the sensation. Up and down her cock, Robin's
lips and tongue worked madly, and he could begin to feel her spasm
within his mouth. Suddenly, Linda's little cries hitched and she tensed.
Robin pulled back, and he felt the tiny little dribble leak out as
she came. Grabbing her penis, he milked it and got every drop he could.
As her breathing calmed down, Linda spoke.
"Sorry that's all there was," she said, "I've been on hormones a
long time."
"That's okay," Robin grinned at her, "I got so hot. Sucking a
woman's cock has to be the ultimate erotic experience."
"Almost," said a voice behind them.
Linda smiled at the unseen person, but Robin whipped around warily.
He gasped for the second time that afternoon. There stood at the foot of
the bed, one of the most beautiful young girls he had ever seen - and
her cock was even bigger than Linda's.
"Robin," Linda introduced, "meet Tiffany."
"Cute little slut you have here, Baby," Tiffany said, "Is he the
one who likes your underwear so much?"
"Sure is. He got a nice spanking for it a little while ago. Did you
have something in mind, too?"
"Well, after all," Tiffany said, "He did steal those lovely black
panties that I bought for you on Valentine's Day. I think we'll have to
think of something for that."
Half in fear, half in excitement, Robin gulped.
"Anyway, young panty-snatcher," Tiffany continued, "do you know
what the true ultimate erotic experience is?"
Robin looked at Tiffany, and her long, throbbing cock, and told her
he didn't, his voice shaking.
"It's being FUCKED by a woman, little slut. Get on all fours."
Moving as if in a dream, Robin did as he was told, watching Linda
get a tube of lubricant from the nightstand. He groaned as he felt her
apply it to his asshole, shuddered as he felt her slippery finger enter
his hot, tight rectum.
"Okay, baby," Tiffany said, getting on the bed, "here comes Mama!"
Robin felt her fingernails on his butt as she parted his sweaty
asscheeks. He felt something burningly hot pass between his legs, felt
her massive cockhead begin slowly pushing against the tight ring of his
sphincter. Slowly, but surely, Tiffany eased all nine inches up Robin's
hot ass and slowly began stroking in and out.
Robin watched Linda playing with her dick in front of him. To his
excitement, it was getting hard again. And she was soon on her knees,
her rigid cock in his eager mouth.
Robin was in heaven.
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