squirtsilly
10-09-2009, 05:15 PM
Looking at this lovely girl from Shemale Yum, I dreamed up this piece of total fiction...yes, it's fun to dream...and I hope others enjoy it, too.
BLOWING MY T-GIRLFRIEND AT THE MOVIES
The thing I especially like about my t-girlfriend Darlene is this: she is very beautiful and ladylike, but she is the sexual aggressor. She doesn’t suck my cock; I suck hers. She doesn’t get fucked; she fucks me. I like it that way.
In public, we usually play the male and female roles based on our appearance. She looks like a girl, so she acts like one, and I act like the guy. But occasionally her aggressive side even comes out in public too. Sometimes she likes to show other people who it is that does the “servicing” in our relationship, even though she wears the panties, dresses, bras and heels.
A few weeks ago we were at the movies. It was one of those multiplexes in Manhattan and we were in one of the smaller auditoriums, catching up on a film which had been out for a few weeks. It wasn’t as good as we’d expected, and we were feeling bored. We were sitting on the last row just under the projector beam. Further down the same row were two college-age girls, and judging by the way they were whispering to each other, they were bored by the movie too.
Darlene and I began to kiss. She was wearing a dress and soon my hands were moving across her body, feeling her sexy breasts through her bra and the light fabric of her frock. The college girls took notice of our behavior, and watched with interest.
I slipped my hand underneath Darlene’s dress and began to stroke her through her panties. Her cock was leaking in the lacy nylon and hardening. I pulled aside the crotch and her dick flipped into my hand. I love the feel of its heat and satiny smoothness in my hand. I adore looking at her pretty face and kissing her mouth and tasting her lipstick and feeling her girl meat stiffen in my hand.
“Those girls want a show,” Darlene whispered into my ear. “Let’s give them one.” Taking me by the shoulders, Darlene urged me towards the floor. In the light of the projector beam, I could see her almost devilish, superior smile. Her lipstick gleamed. She tugged up the hem of her dress and her cock stood up, only inches from my face.
I glanced over at the college girls. Their mouths were open as they stared. The further one leaned over her friend to get a better view.
Darlene took her cock in her right hand and with her left she grasped the back of my head. I was nervous to suck her in public, but I also really wanted to. I looked over at the girls and they were covering their own mouths, trying to keep in their surprised laughter. The whole thing was so startling and it was hilarious to them. Darlene winked at them and then turned her attention back to me, feeding me her dick, pressing it past my lips and into my mouth.
So there I was, kneeling in the back of the theater, my head moving up and down on my t-girlfriend’s cock. I cupped her balls and then I took her shaft out of my mouth so I could lick it all over, swirling my tongue over the head. Darlene was gooey with her pre-cum and my saliva. She kept grinning at me, and then she told me to put it back in my mouth.
I closed my eyes and sucked. Over the lame dialogue in the movie, I could hear those college girls tittering in enjoyment at the spectacle I was presenting. I sucked Darlene harder and faster and her hips bucked upwards to match my rhythm. “When it cums, drink it down,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to lose a drop.”
I heard some movement and opened my eyes. The college girls had slid closer, and were in the next seats now. They stared at me as I blew Darlene. They were quiet now. They could see my face clearly in the reflected light of the screen. I knew what I looked like with a cock in my mouth, under my wide eyes—Darlene had occasionally held a mirror in front of my face so I could how I looked when I sucked. I knew what those girls were seeing. I felt myself dissolve into only one reality: Darlene’s dick and its need to squirt. Her own eyes were shut tight as she got closer to cumming. One of the college girls leaned over and stroked my hair. “You do that really good, darling,” she said. “Makes me wish I had a cock too.”
At the sound of those words, Darlene began to explode. She had everything those college girls had, and a cock. I kept my mouth clamped on her spurting prick. Jet after jet of cream sprayed across my tongue and down my throat. It was too much to swallow all at once. My cheeks were bulging with Darlene’s cum. I was so light-headed I had to hold onto her waist through her dress so I wouldn’t fall over. She held me up between her smooth bare legs so I wouldn't slump down.
I kept Darlene's cock in my lips. The college girls were smiling again. One of them snapped two photos of me with her cellphone, then they both stood up and left without another word. Uh-oh: I knew that when they got back to their dorm, they'd have quite a story to tell--complete with illustrations...
BLOWING MY T-GIRLFRIEND AT THE MOVIES
The thing I especially like about my t-girlfriend Darlene is this: she is very beautiful and ladylike, but she is the sexual aggressor. She doesn’t suck my cock; I suck hers. She doesn’t get fucked; she fucks me. I like it that way.
In public, we usually play the male and female roles based on our appearance. She looks like a girl, so she acts like one, and I act like the guy. But occasionally her aggressive side even comes out in public too. Sometimes she likes to show other people who it is that does the “servicing” in our relationship, even though she wears the panties, dresses, bras and heels.
A few weeks ago we were at the movies. It was one of those multiplexes in Manhattan and we were in one of the smaller auditoriums, catching up on a film which had been out for a few weeks. It wasn’t as good as we’d expected, and we were feeling bored. We were sitting on the last row just under the projector beam. Further down the same row were two college-age girls, and judging by the way they were whispering to each other, they were bored by the movie too.
Darlene and I began to kiss. She was wearing a dress and soon my hands were moving across her body, feeling her sexy breasts through her bra and the light fabric of her frock. The college girls took notice of our behavior, and watched with interest.
I slipped my hand underneath Darlene’s dress and began to stroke her through her panties. Her cock was leaking in the lacy nylon and hardening. I pulled aside the crotch and her dick flipped into my hand. I love the feel of its heat and satiny smoothness in my hand. I adore looking at her pretty face and kissing her mouth and tasting her lipstick and feeling her girl meat stiffen in my hand.
“Those girls want a show,” Darlene whispered into my ear. “Let’s give them one.” Taking me by the shoulders, Darlene urged me towards the floor. In the light of the projector beam, I could see her almost devilish, superior smile. Her lipstick gleamed. She tugged up the hem of her dress and her cock stood up, only inches from my face.
I glanced over at the college girls. Their mouths were open as they stared. The further one leaned over her friend to get a better view.
Darlene took her cock in her right hand and with her left she grasped the back of my head. I was nervous to suck her in public, but I also really wanted to. I looked over at the girls and they were covering their own mouths, trying to keep in their surprised laughter. The whole thing was so startling and it was hilarious to them. Darlene winked at them and then turned her attention back to me, feeding me her dick, pressing it past my lips and into my mouth.
So there I was, kneeling in the back of the theater, my head moving up and down on my t-girlfriend’s cock. I cupped her balls and then I took her shaft out of my mouth so I could lick it all over, swirling my tongue over the head. Darlene was gooey with her pre-cum and my saliva. She kept grinning at me, and then she told me to put it back in my mouth.
I closed my eyes and sucked. Over the lame dialogue in the movie, I could hear those college girls tittering in enjoyment at the spectacle I was presenting. I sucked Darlene harder and faster and her hips bucked upwards to match my rhythm. “When it cums, drink it down,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to lose a drop.”
I heard some movement and opened my eyes. The college girls had slid closer, and were in the next seats now. They stared at me as I blew Darlene. They were quiet now. They could see my face clearly in the reflected light of the screen. I knew what I looked like with a cock in my mouth, under my wide eyes—Darlene had occasionally held a mirror in front of my face so I could how I looked when I sucked. I knew what those girls were seeing. I felt myself dissolve into only one reality: Darlene’s dick and its need to squirt. Her own eyes were shut tight as she got closer to cumming. One of the college girls leaned over and stroked my hair. “You do that really good, darling,” she said. “Makes me wish I had a cock too.”
At the sound of those words, Darlene began to explode. She had everything those college girls had, and a cock. I kept my mouth clamped on her spurting prick. Jet after jet of cream sprayed across my tongue and down my throat. It was too much to swallow all at once. My cheeks were bulging with Darlene’s cum. I was so light-headed I had to hold onto her waist through her dress so I wouldn’t fall over. She held me up between her smooth bare legs so I wouldn't slump down.
I kept Darlene's cock in my lips. The college girls were smiling again. One of them snapped two photos of me with her cellphone, then they both stood up and left without another word. Uh-oh: I knew that when they got back to their dorm, they'd have quite a story to tell--complete with illustrations...