9 comments/ 277060 views/ 98 favorites Bethany's Secret Ch. 1 By: Wannabe Chick -1- By the time my senior year of high school rolled around, I was 18 years old and I’d never had a girlfriend. This fact always bugged me because I knew I was good-looking, funny, and popular, but I still couldn’t get girls. The reason was simple shyness. I was terrible at talking to girls who I was interested in dating. I would open my mouth and sputter out something stupid which got me more weird looks than dates. My love life was a constant disappointment. Then, one day, I met Bethany. She was a new student in my high school and she was absolutely perfect. She was about 5’10 with dark brown hair down to her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes and her cheeks dimpled when she smiled. Her skin was soft like a newborn’s. Most impressive of all were her breasts. They were at least D cups, big and round, and very perky. I saw her coming down the stairs, dressed in a tight maroon shirt which showed off her huge breasts very nicely. She was also wearing a black mini-skirt, providing an excellent view of her sexy legs. From the first moment I saw her, I was in love. I knew she had to be mine. I was shy, but I was determined to overcome it. I spent hours rehearsing what to say to her, how to introduce myself. We had English together, so I had the opportunity, now I just needed the balls to do it. About a week after I first saw her, I sat down next to Bethany in English. “Hi, Bethany,” I said. “Hi,” she replied sweetly, flashing her pretty smile. I smiled back. “My name’s Eric,” I said. “I know,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you, Eric.” I was about to say the lines that I had rehearsed, but Bethany interrupted me. “Do you understand the chapter we read last night? I didn’t get it at all . . .” And that’s how it began. That day, we became friends. Two weeks later, we were an item. -2- Four months later, Bethany and I were still going strong. Our relationship was one of the most envied around school. Everyone thought we were meant for each other, including us. Bethany had suggested that we apply to the same colleges, since we had nearly identical grades and our SAT scores were close as well. She beat me by 51 points. However, despite the romance and devotion in our relationship, we had not yet had sex. I didn’t want to pressure her, but I was beginning to get a little impatient. I knew she was interested in sex. She talked about it constantly and was always touching me. She was always more than willing to give me blowjobs and let me feel up her breasts, but she seemed nervous about real penetration. I couldn’t figure out why until the night of our four month anniversary. We sat together on my bed. We had gone out for dinner and exchanged gifts. My parents were gone for the weekend so we had the house to ourselves. Bethany was wearing a virtually transparent yellow blouse and tight jeans. I longed to bury my face in her cleavage. Bethany reached over and unbuttoned my pants, slowly zipping down my fly. My cock was hard, pressing against my boxer shorts. Bethany pulled my pants down to my ankles and began to kiss my dick through my underwear. I leaned back on my elbows and closed my eyes, feeling her skilled lips on my hard prick. Bethany got on her knees on the floor in front of me. She slowly pulled my seven-inch cock out of my pants and began to stroke it gently as she kissed my balls. I felt her tongue dart in and out, flicking the tip of my penis and I moaned. “Oh yes Bethany . . . please suck it . . . yes.” She wrapped her lips around the head of dick and slowly moved down, taking it all in her mouth before sliding her lips back up to the tip again. Her red lipstick had left streaks on my cock which made me even hornier. She sucked lovingly, but firmly, always making sure to keep her lips tightly around my shaft and using her tongue to stimulate me. Her small, delicate fingers lightly danced on my scrotum. She began to suck faster and I groaned. “I’m going to cum, baby,” I said. “Keep sucking. Don’t stop . . .” A few seconds later, my hips heaved and I shot a huge load of jizz into her mouth. My hips kept heaving and I felt as if it would never stop. With one gulp, Bethany swallowed it all down and wiped her mouth. I fell back on the bed, my cock beginning to soften. “That was incredible,” I said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it honey,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” Bethany skipped off to the bathroom to clean up, as she did after every blowjob. When she came back, she had reapplied her lipstick and looked perfectly beautiful. Bethany lay on the bed next to me and we kissed deeply for a long time, our tongues mingling. I could detect a faint taste of semen in her mouth, but it didn’t bother me. My hands cupped her ass. It was firm and round, like her tits. My cock was getting hard again. “Bethany, I want to ask you something,” I said, breaking our embrace and sitting up. “What’s the matter?” she asked. “Nothing’s the matter,” I said. “I just need to know something. You’re obviously a very sexual person, but why don’t you want to have real sex? You don’t want to go all the way. Is it me? I mean, if you feel you’re just not ready, that’s fine, but I need to know.” Bethany looked away from me. I noticed a tear roll down her cheek. I turned her face towards me. “Don’t cry babe,” I said. “It’s not that important. I’m sorry I brought it up.” “That’s not why I’m crying,” she said. “I have a secret and I don’t know if I can tell you.” “You know you can tell me anything,” I replied. I rubbed my cheek against hers. She felt warm and soft in my arms. I wanted, more than anything, to comfort her but I couldn’t help but feel the swelling of her breasts against my chest. “I’m worried that, if I tell you, you won’t want to be with me. I’m afraid that you won’t love me anymore.” I could tell she was really upset. I sat up and put my arms around her. “Nothing could make me stop loving you,” I said. “Please tell me. I can’t help you unless I know.” “Here,” she said. Bethany took my hand by the wrist and slowly brought it to her crotch. She hesitated for a moment, then placed my hand between her legs. I pulled it away quickly and squeezed her thigh. I was shocked, but I did not want her to feel embarrassed. I kept my hand on her leg. “Bethany?” “Yes?” “Show me.” She looked at me in surprise. I nodded my head. “Show me everything.” Bethany, my voluptuous goddess of a girlfriend stood in front of me as I sat on the corner of the couch. She kicked off her shoes and removed her socks. Her toes wiggled nervously in the soft carpet. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the floor. Her white lacey bra could barely hold her huge tits, which bulged at me delightfully. Her nipples were visible through the thin material. Bethany next removed her pants. Her long, muscular legs were flawless. My eyes began at her ankles and moved up her sexy legs until my eyes fixed on her panties. I saw the suspicious bulge in her underwear. “Show me.” Bethany reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She removed it, exposing her breasts in all their glory. Her pink nipples were hard. She was scared, but undressing in front of me was turning her on. Bethany turned around to remove her panties. She bent as she removed them, showing me her sweet ass. Slowly, Bethany turned around. There, between her legs, was an eight inch, circumcised penis, slightly erect. I didn’t know what to say. Neither did she. So, I did the first thing that came to mind. I stood up and undressed. My dick was a little bit smaller than hers, but much harder. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her passionately. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Our cocks rubbed against one another and I felt her testicles push against mine. Still holding on to her, I laid back on the bed. She sat across my legs, my dick along her dick. She kissed me and I began to move my hips so our dicks were rubbing together. Bethany let out a slight moan. I rolled over until Bethany was on her back. I sucked on her nipples and squeezed her breasts. My tongue rolled across her chest from one tit to the other. Nervously, but with great excitement, I put my hand around my girlfriend’s cock and began to jerk her off. After paying adequate attention to her breasts, I kissed my way down past her navel and past her waist. Her pubic hair was completely shaved and the skin above her penis was smooth. I kissed it once before opening my mouth wide and taking her whole dick in my mouth. Bethany squealed in delight as her hips went up and she arched her back, trying to get every inch in my mouth. I sucked her the same way she sucked me. I kept my lips tight around her girly cock while using my tongue to lick the most sensitive areas. I had never sucked dick before, but the feeling of the long, hot organ in my mouth made me wild. I sucked furiously, covering her dick and balls with my saliva until they glistened. Everything was completely smooth and it felt wonderful in my mouth. “I’m going to cum!” she cried, right as the first hot spurt of jizz hit the back of my throat. It was salty and strong, unlike anything I had ever tasted, but I swallowed it down eagerly. I wanted to taste her inside my body. When I was done, I licked it clean and lay down beside her. “That was amazing,” she said and let out a sigh. She turned to me and kissed me on the cheek. “Eric,” she said. “Fuck me.” I needed no encouragement. I smiled, kissed her quickly, and knelt on the bed between her legs. Bethany lifted her legs up high, showing me the tiny brown asshole just below her big pink dick. I spit on my hand and rubbed my saliva (which still had traces of her cum) all over my dick for lubrication. I put the tip against her butthole, briefly wondering if it would fit. Slowly, I began to push until my head was in. It was so tight it almost hurt. Bethany was still an anal virgin, so I needed to be gentle. I looked at her and she smiled. Once the head of my cock was in, the rest was easy. My shaft gently slid in until I was buried inside her butt. With that, I began to fuck her, slowly pumping my painfully erect penis deep inside her as she moaned in mixed pleasure and discomfort. As I fucked her, I could feel her muscles relaxing, but she was still so tight. However, the slight relaxation made it possible for me to fuck her faster and harder. I did just that, feeling my balls slap against her ass cheeks. Her own cock was bouncing up and down until she grabbed it and began to masturbate as furiously as I was screwing her. My hands were on the backs of her knees, holding her legs up as her butt swallowed my dick hungrily. Her big tits jiggled as she threw back her head and moaned in ecstasy. Her anus clenched as another load of cum shot out of her dick, covering her tits and stomach. With one deep, powerful thrust, I too reached my orgasm, filling up her bowels with my sperm. Once it was over, neither of us could move, so intense had our orgasms been. The white jizz leaked out of her butt and dribbled down my dick. I pulled out. Bethany was still on her back with her eyes closed, panting as her breasts rose and fell. I went into the bathroom and got a towel to wipe off my dick. When I was done, I handed it to her. Right as she was about to wipe the cum off her tits, I said, “Wait.” I leaned over and licked up a blob of semen that had landed directly on her right nipple. I smiled. “Go ahead.” Bethany wiped herself clean. Still naked, I laid down beside her. Bethany leaned over and snuggled against me. Her limp cock felt hot against my thigh. “I love you,” she said. “I love you too,” I replied, kissing her on the forehead. “That was the most incredible experience of my entire life.” “Mine too.” I looked over at my beautiful girlfriend’s face, admiring its loveliness. Then, I drank in her body with my eyes – her big breasts, her long legs, her supple ass, her delicious cock. She was breathing softly and I knew she was falling asleep. I pulled the blankets up over our nude bodies and turned out the light. I wrapped my arms around her and smiled before drifting off to sleep. To Be Continued… Bethany's Secret Ch. 2 -3- Before beginning my story about what happened to me the week before Christmas, I should explain what had happened during the past few months. Early in my senior year of high school, I had met a gorgeous girl named Bethany who became my girlfriend. On the day of our four month anniversary, we had sex for the first time. What I didn’t expect, however, was that my girlfriend was actually a transsexual or a “shemale.” She had the face, body, and breasts of a woman, but she had male genitals. I was surprised at first, but was soon overcome by my desire for her. After giving her a blowjob, we had anal intercourse ending in the most phenomenal orgasms that either of us had ever had. Our love for one another was stronger than ever. After the sex, we went right to sleep, but the next morning I leaned about Bethany’s true past. I woke up the morning after our first time together. It was dark and I reached out to find Bethany, eager to hold her, but she wasn’t in the bed with me. Somewhat alarmed, I switched on the light. It was almost noon. I got out of bed, still naked, and put on a pair of sweatpants before going downstairs. My parents were gone for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. Once I stepped out of my room, I heard the sound of bacon sizzling downstairs. The smell hit my nose and I grinned stupidly. Bethany knew how much I loved bacon. I ran downstairs to find her there, dressed in a black negligee which she had brought from home, cooking at the stove. “Good morning sleepy,” she said. “Good morning beautiful,” I replied. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed her neck several times. “How long have you been up?” “About an hour,” she replied. “Your snoring woke me up.” “Ha,” I said, poking her in the ribs. She giggled. “Sit down,” she said. “Let’s eat.” She served the bacon on to two plates with eggs and set them down on the table. I sat down as Bethany poured me orange juice before sitting down herself. “This looks delicious,” I said. “Thanks honey.” She smiled as we began to eat. Half way through the meal I said, “I have to know Beth. I mean, I accept who you are and I love you for who you are, but I need to know how you became the way you are.” “Like any other transsexual,” she said. “I was about eleven years old and I knew that there was something different about me. I was a boy. My name was Brandon, but I felt like a girl on the inside. I used to wait until my mom was out of the house and dress up in her clothing, strut around, pretend to be a real girl. One day, when I was 15, she caught me. I broke down crying and told her that I wasn’t supposed to be a boy. She took me to see a man named Dr. Laine, who was a gender therapy specialist. I met with him for about a year and I was diagnosed with gender dysphoria, which is the medical term for transsexualism. I spent a year out of school, taking hormones and living as a girl. My breasts grew. My hips got wider. My hair and skin and voice became softer. Eventually, I became the girl you see before you. I enrolled in our current high school and the rest is history.” “And I couldn’t have asked for a better one,” I said. I squeezed her hand. “I love you Bethany.” -4- A week before Christmas, I was sitting alone in Bethany’s room. She had called me from the dentist’s office where she worked part-time and told me to go to her house and wait for her to get home. She told me that her mother wouldn’t be home so I could just walk in. Bethany’s father didn’t live with them. “My father is gone,” she said to me once. I assumed he had run off with another woman. Life was good, but strange. I didn’t consider myself gay, but I just couldn’t seem to get enough of Bethany’s dick. I loved sucking it and jerking her off. I was virtually addicted to my girlfriend’s cum. Still, my life was perfect and I didn’t want one thing to change. That’s what I was thinking about as I waited in Bethany’s room. I was looking at the pictures on her nightstand. There was one of Bethany and me in New York City, where we took a day trip in November to see a Broadway show. In the picture, I had my arm around her and we’re both smiling happily into the camera. I admired another picture which was of Bethany’s mother. Mrs. Mayer was a beautiful woman, almost as beautiful as her daughter. She was in her late forties with her daughter’s pretty face and spectacular breasts. Mrs. Mayer was a bit heavier and a bit taller than her daughter, but still gorgeous. Mrs. Mayer had liked me instantly when we first met. Sometimes, however, I couldn't help but wonder if Bethany had told her about our sexual experiences. It’s not as if Bethany’s transsexuality was a secret to her mother, but it still made me feel strange. I was beginning to get bored. Bethany was obviously late. Suddenly, I got a strange idea. I walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer where Bethany kept her underwear. There were all kinds in all colors – pink, purple, white, sky blue, and maroon. Some were lace, some were satin or silk, and some were plain cotton. She also had a few teddies and thongs. I pulled down the shade and checked to see if there was a car in the driveway. Bethany’s room was positioned well so I could see headlights if anyone came home. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I was very aroused by all of Bethany’s delicate undergarments. I could understand why she had such a collection. She had lived as a boy for 16 years and she was finally taking the opportunity to be a sexy girl in sexy lingerie. Who could blame her? I quickly stripped off my clothes. My cock was rock hard and stood at full attention. I took out a pair of pink panties from Victoria’s Secret and sniffed them. They smelled as sweet as Bethany, but with traces of her delicious cum. I stepped in them and wriggled until the panties were covering my crotch. They were tight, but the fabric felt wonderful against my skin. I searched for the matching bra and put it on as well. I felt so sexy as I slid the straps over my shoulders. I posed in front of the mirror, imagining my hot girlfriend in this underwear. I admired how my ass looked in the sexy panties. I caressed myself and cooed softly, pretending I was a shemale like Bethany. Suddenly, the door opened. I wanted to hide, but I was standing out in the open! I could only imagine how Bethany would react to this. I was petrified. But it wasn’t Bethany at all. Mrs. Meyer opened the door and walked in, not expecting anyone to be in there. “Eric!” she cried. “Eric, what are you doing?” All I could do was look down in shame. I felt like I was going to cry from embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I just saw Beth’s underwear and I wanted to try it on for some reason. Please don’t tell her. I promise I’ll never do it again.” “I won’t tell her,” said Mrs. Meyer, her tone softening. “I understand that boys need to wear girly clothes sometimes. Believe me, I’ve been through all this before. Bethany told me that you had sex, so you know her little secret.” I nodded slightly. “I was so shocked when I caught my own son dressed as a girl. I don’t think anything can beat that.” “I hate to be rude,” I said. “But I need to put on my normal clothes again . . .” For the first time since she caught me, I took a look at Mrs. Meyer. She looked beautiful as always in a black skirt with black stockings and a white blouse. She was wearing her honey-blonde hair up. It was ridiculous for me to be checking her out, considering I was practically naked, wearing only her daughter’s panties and bra. She ignored me. “I can tell what my daughter sees in you,” she said, closing the door behind her. “You’re very cute. I think it’s very sweet of you to love Bethany for who she really is, not just as a sexual object. Most guys wouldn’t have done what you did. I know she loves you very much.” Mrs. Meyer pulled the clip out of her hair and it came tumbling down. “Of course, I know one thing she doesn’t.” “What’s that?” I asked. “I know how good you look in lingerie.” She smiled seductively as she walked over. Mrs. Meyer put her hands on my waist and kissed me. I felt wrong for doing it, but I couldn’t resist. Seeing Beth’s hot mother and feeling Beth’s hot underwear against my cock, there was nothing I could do except kiss Mrs. Meyer back. As we kissed, she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her black satin bra underneath. Her breasts were spectacular. I begin to kiss them through the bra. She pushed my face deep into her breasts where I was nearly smothered by the warm flesh. Mrs. Meyer removed her her blouse, giving me free access to her boobs. I almost forgot that I was still wearing girls underwear. “You’ve been naughty,” she said. “You’ve been dressing up in my Bethany’s pretty underclothes. That’s not what boys are supposed to do. I’m going to have to spank you. Bend over.” I had never been into discipline, but I couldn’t resist the big tittied vixen. I bent over, putting my hands on Bethany’s bed. I felt the palm of Mrs. Meyer’s hand slap loudly against my silk-covered butt. I let out a small moan. She slapped me again. The pain felt delicious. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Sit down.” I sat down on the bed as Mrs. Meyer began to remove her skirt. She stood in front of me, tall and proud, in matching black bra and panties with a garter belt to hold up the black stockings. She was a dark mistress with her sissy boy dressed in pink frilly panties. “Now how do I teach a little boy who can’t keep in his own clothes?” Honestly, I shouldn’t been surprised at what happened next. Mrs. Meyer pulled aside the front of her panties and out popped her dick. I finally understood what Bethany had meant when she said her father was “gone.” I gazed in wonder at the cock, which was even bigger than Bethany’s. “I know you love girls’ dicks,” said Mrs. Meyer, “so that’s what you’re going to get. Bend over.” I did as I was told, slightly afraid of being penetrated by the woman’s huge dick. I wasn’t sure my asshole could handle it. Her long, slender fingers wrapped around the elastic waist of the panties I was wearing and pulled them down to my knees. “Spread ‘em,” she ordered. I reached behind me and spread my butt cheeks wide, exposing my asshole. Mrs. Meyer put the tip of her cock against my anus and began to smear it with pre-cum. I tried to relax my sphincter as I felt her dick begin to enter me. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain, but it felt amazingly good. I understood why Bethany had turned from a sweet virgin to a butt-slut overnight. This was an incredible feeling! My butt muscles flexed as I tried to take all of her ten inches into me. By the time she was all the way in, I was practically screaming in delight. I began to stroke my own cock, hoping I would get a chance to probe Mrs. Meyer’s “pussy” before the night was over. “Go ahead and jerk yourself off,” said Mrs. Meyer. “I love watching boys cum.” She put her hands on my hips and pulled me towards her as she fucked me. I groaned and moaned as she reamed my tender butt. I knew I would have to teach Bethany to fuck me too. “I’m no where near cumming, baby,” she said. “I’m going to enjoy this for as long as I can.” “Thank God,” I said, turning to smile at her. She winked back. “My daughter picked a good one.” -5- Speak of the devil. At that moment, Bethany burst into the room. “Mom!” she yelled. “Eric! How could you do this without me?” Mrs. Meyers and I laughed as she kept fucking me. Bethany walked over to her mother. “Hi Mom,” she said. Bethany and her mother kissed deeply, their tongues moving in and out of one another’s mouths. Bethany squeezed her mother’s breast and pinched her nipple as they made out. Apparently, the Meyers ladies had more than one secret. “How was work?” said Mrs. Meyers. “Good. Say, what is Eric doing in my underwear?” “I told him to wear them,” said Mrs. Meyers. “You know I love transvestites.” The two of them laughed. Bethany looked down at me. “The only reason I don’t consider this cheating,” she said to me, “is because I know how good it feels to be fucked by my mom. Her dick feels SO good, doesn’t it?” I nodded. “Well, Beth needs some attention too.” Bethany climbed on to the bed and crawled in front of me on all fours. Her cute butt was directly in front of my face. She pulled up her plaid skirt and pulled down her panties. “Eat my pussy,” she said. I had never given her a rimjob before, but I loved the idea. I used my hands to spread her buttcheeks, exposing her sweet asshole. I licked the rim of her asshole until it was shiny with my saliva. Then, I worked my tongue in, tasting the foul delights. Bethany moaned. I licked my finger and shoved it in. I licked as I fingered her. She was in Heaven. I moved from her asshole to her balls and began to kiss them lovingly. I ran my tongue from her scrotum all the way up her asscrack then I began to plant wet kisses on her asscheeks. At that moment, Mrs. Meyer pulled out of me. She hadn’t blown her load, I knew. “What’s wrong?” I said. “Nothing,” said Mrs. Meyers. “Go sit down in the chair.” She pointed to the chair on the other side of the room. I removed my panties completely, but still left the bra on. I sat down in the chair. “I’ll show you what us girls like to do for fun.” Bethany and Mrs. Meyers sat down next to one another on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Bethany pulled up her skirt, revealing her own beautiful dick. Then, she reached over and grabbed her mother’s hard cock. Mrs. Meyer did the same for her daughter. The two women closed their eyes and began to jerk each other off. Obviously, they had lots of practice with one another. “Oh yes . . . Mom . . . harder,” said Bethany blissfully. Mrs. Meyer began to jerk harder. Instinctively, mother and daughter leaned in together and french kissed. At that moment, streams of hot white cum shot out of their dicks, covering one another. They grabbed each other’s breasts, smearing their jizz all around. I walked over to the bed and stood next to them, masturbating. The two women smiled at me as I shot my cum on their faces. Afterwards, I sat down next to them and the three of us – our happy little family – sat sweating and panting in our own semen. My only thought was the need to feel my girlfriend’s dick inside me. I closed my eyes. It would happen soon enough. To Be Continued . . . Bethany's Secret Ch. 3 -6- February 16th was my birthday and I was eagerly awaiting spending the day (and night) with my girlfriend, Bethany. I had met Bethany six months earlier, when she was just a new student in my high school. I had fallen in love with her at first sight and becoming her boyfriend became my top priority. Not long after, Bethany and I were a couple. We had a great relationship in all matters except sex. Bethany was reluctant to give herself to me and never provided a clear reason why. On the night of our four-month anniversary, I got my answer. After having an earth-shaking orgasm from one of Bethany’s exquisite blowjobs, I questioned her about why she was so reluctant to have sex. To my surprise, she began to cry. She put my hand on her crotch and I felt what was unmistakably a penis. Bethany stripped before me, showing me her perfect body and I was overwhelmed by desire for her. We made love passionately and I got my first taste of cock, which I absolutely loved. One that day, our relationship became even stronger. It wasn’t long before things took a strange turn. I was in Bethany’s room, waiting for her to come home, thinking I was alone in the house. To amuse myself, I tried on Bethany’s underwear only to find that it really turned me on. At that moment, Bethany’s mother Caroline Meyer, walked in. Apparently, seeing me in panties and a bra turned her on as well. She stripped down to her lingerie and revealed that transsexualism ran in the family. Mrs. Meyer filled me with her wonderful cock. It was my first time being on the receiving end of butt sex, but it was absolutely incredible. It became even more incredible when Bethany walked in. As it turned out, mother and daughter had been sexually involved with one another for quite some time. As Mrs. Meyer continued to fuck me, I ate out Bethany’s asshole for the first time. For the grand finale, the three of us blew our loads together. -7- On the night of my birthday, Bethany and I were together in her room. Her mother was asleep so we have plenty of privacy (not that she would have cared if she heard Bethany and me having sex.) For my birthday, my girlfriend had given me a few CD's that I wanted and an expensive sweater from the GAP. I used to be a T-shirt and jeans kind of guy, but it had changed as I dated Bethany. She loved to dress me up in preppy clothes. I didn't resist. (Any single guy reading this will say I'm whipped, but any guy with a girlfriend knows what I'm talking about.) "I have a special present for you," said Bethany. "I didn't want to give it to you in front of your friends." My cock twitched. I assumed she meant sex. She gave my dick a playful squeeze through my pants. "Not that," she said, "a real present." Bethany bent over, giving me a nice view of her tight butt. I never got tired of staring at it. I could also tell she was wearing a tiny thong underneath her jeans. "What is it? What is it? What is it?" I asked. She pulled out a flat box wrapped in pink wrapping paper with roses on it. She handed me the box and kissed me on the cheek. "Happy birthday, honey." I put the box to my ear and shook it. "It's not a new car," I said. Bethany stuck out her tongue. I chuckled and set the box down on my lap. I tore through the paper like a child at Christmas. I pulled off the paper as eagerly as I pulled down Bethany's panties when I gave her a blowjob. All the paper was gone, revealing a plain white box. I pulled off the top and set it aside. Inside the box, lying on a bed of white tissue paper, was a green lace teddy from Victoria's Secret. "I know you've been crossdressing," she said, putting her arm around my waist. I blushed. I had my first crossdressing experience wearing Bethany's underwear late last year. Since then, I had amassed a small collection of ladies' underwear from eBay. There was nothing fancy and nothing nearly as sexy as this teddy. "It's perfect," I said. I leaned over and deeply kissed my girlfriend, groping at her body. I slid my hands up her shirt to fondle her breasts through her bra. Their sheer enormity never failed to amaze me. They were so big and round yet perky, soft yet firm. “Take off your pants,” I whispered. Bethany stood up next to the bed and pulled her pants down to her ankles, showing me her perfectly smooth, muscular legs. She was wearing a tiny blue thong, which was too small to hide the bulge. The tip of her cock was peeking out from the side. I reached out and slid my fingers under the elastic. Slowly, almost painfully slowly, I pulled the thong down. I could only look, mesmerized, at Bethany’s beautiful cock dangling in front of my face. I kissed the limp shaft as I removed my own pants. Bethany ran her fingers through my hair as I ran my tongue along her wonderful dick. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me on to the bed. Then, she walked to the other side of the mattress and crawled across it until we were in a 69 position. I looked up to see her large, baby-smooth balls hanging over my eyes. The tip of her penis brushed against my lips. I began to lick the veiny back of her shaft as I worked my way up to her scrotum. I opened my mouth wide and let her testicles fill my mouth. I began to gently squeeze her balls with my lips as my tongue danced across the wrinkly skin, just as her sensual mouth took in my own member. The pleasure was exquisite, feeling her tongue on my cock while tasting her warm dick flesh in my mouth. For a moment, I thanked God that my girlfriend was a shemale. I then focused my attention on her penis, suckling at it lovingly, as she did the same to me. Hers was now rock hard and throbbing, aching to fill my mouth with her jizz. As I sucked, I put my finger in my mouth and covered it with saliva for lubrication. I spread her ass cheeks with the non-lubricated hand and inserted my finger into her tight butt hole. The muscles clenched as her anus swallowed my finger. A faint moan escaped her cock filled mouth. She was beginning to face fuck me now, not bothering to be stimulated by my tongue or lips. I knew this meant she was close to cumming. I increased my speed as well. There was nothing more intense than when Bethany and I had our orgasms together. A second later, the sublime pleasure washed over my crotch as I ejaculated. At that moment, a deluge of Bethany’s sperm flooded my mouth. I swallowed it down quickly and then sucked hard on the tip of her penis to squeeze out every last drop of her delicious cum. I could feel her throat constricting around my penis as she swallowed my jizz as well. Once we had recuperated, Bethany and I snuggled together, still only wearing t-shirts. “Happy birthday, baby,” she said. I smiled and hugged her tightly, our cocks rubbing together. -8- A few days later, Bethany called me on the phone, fuming mad. “You’ll never believe what happened!” she said. “Justin Schubert just tried to ask me out! He knows I’m already going out with you, but I decided to refresh his memory, and he says, ‘Eric’s not enough of a man to satisfy you.’ I just walked away after he said that. Can you believe it?” “Sort of,” I said. “Justin Schubert has hated me since we were 11 years old. Of course, I can’t blame any guy for being attracted to you.” “Well, thanks,” she said, “but it still annoys me. What a creep.” “Yup.” Bethany was silent for a moment. I knew she was thinking. “I have an idea she said. I know how we can get back at him.” “How?” I asked. Later that night . . . "This is never going to work," I said. Bethany and I were in my bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet, naked, as Bethany applied lipstick, mascara, blush, and eye shadow to my face. "Of course it will," she said. "You'd be amazed how much make-up and a wig can change a person. Besides, he'll never expect to see you dressed up. You'll catch him completely off guard." "I'm only doing this because I love you," I said. She smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "I know," she said. "OK, all done." Bethany stepped away from me. "Now let's get you dressed." First, Bethany handed me the green lace teddy she had bought me for my birthday. I stepped into it and slowly slid the garment up my body. The lace felt painfully sweet against my cock. The g-string back wedged itself in my buttcrack. The shoulder straps went nicely over my arms. It was a perfect fit. I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. I could see Bethany smiling in her reflection. "I look terrible, don't I?" I said. "No!" she said. "That's why I'm smiling. I didn't expect you to look so, well, hot!" I chuckled. Bethany handed me two rubber fake breasts to stuff into the cups of the teddy. "I used to use these before the hormones kicked in," she said. I inserted them and was amazed at how well they blended with my skin. It actually looked like I had tits almost as big as Bethany's. I was really beginning to enjoy my womanhood. Next, I put on a short black skirt with matching block stockings and a tight maroon top. It suddenly occurred to me that I was wearing the same outfit that Bethany had worn on the first day I saw her in the hallway at school. I grabbed the last accessory, the wig, and placed it on my head. I straightened my fake hair and looked at myself. I really looked like a woman and I looked absolutely nothing like myself. I was taller than Bethany and a bit thinner, with small breasts, but I still looked damn fine! "You look great Erica," she said, linking arms with me. "We're supposed to meet Justin at the mall at 7:30, we'd better hurry. This is going to be so much fun!" -9- Bethany and I walked into the food court in the mall. I was trying to balance myself in my black heels. Although I was nervous and awkward, I felt incredibly sexy. The girly clothing clung to my body like wet silk and every move was an intoxicating step into the world of femininity. I was worried my cock would bulge through my skirt. “There he is,” said Bethany. Sure enough, there was Justin Schubert, sitting in front of McDonalds, wearing his trademark baggy khakis and crooked visor. He looked over and Bethany waved. Justin strutted over. “So,” he said to Bethany, “what made you change your mind?” “I thought about what you said,” replied Bethany. “You’re so much more of a man than Eric.” I almost burst out laughing. At that moment, it was true. Justin looked over at me, checking out my breasts and legs. He barely even looked at my face. There was no recognition in his eyes. “This is my older sister, Erica,” said Bethany. I was positive the Erica thing would give me away, but apparently Justin was too stupid to figure that out either. “So what do you ladies want to do?” said Justin, trying to be smooth. “Is anyone home at your place?” Bethany asked. Justin shook his head, smiling broadly. Bethany flashed him her most seductive smile. “Well,” she said, “why don’t we go ‘hang out’ there for a bit?” Soon, we were at Justin’s house, hanging out in his furnished basement. Bethany and I were sitting on the couch as Justin brought us drinks. I was very careful to keep my legs together so he couldn’t peek up my skirt. I watched Bethany and imitated her movements to look more feminine. Justin still hadn’t caught on to my little secret. “I never knew you had a sister, Bethany,” said Justin, making small talk. “Oh yes,” said Bethany, putting her hand high on my thigh. “We’re very close.” Justin’s eyes fixed on my thigh. “How close?” asked Justin. Bethany smiled. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled my face closer to hers. Our lips connected and our tongues began to mingle. It was a strange sensation to kiss while wearing lipstick, but very pleasant. I felt the same indescribable joy I felt when kissing her, the woman I truly loved. But, I could never imagine what Justin was thinking, watching two gorgeous “sisters” making out like horny sluts. Bethany fondled my fake breasts. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Justin watching us intently with his hand deep in his pocket. I realized he was fondling his dick, which must have been incredibly hard. “Come sit between us,” said Bethany. Without a moment’s hesitation, Justin came and squeezed in between Bethany and I. “Erica,” she said, “why don’t you do the honors?” I winked at Justin as I began to reach across his crotch. I unfastened the button and unzipped his fly. I pulled down the elastic waist of his boxers and his seven-inch cock immediately sprang up. It was the first time I had ever sucked a man’s penis, but I went right to it. I lowered my head down and took all seven inches of his shaft in my mouth for starters. I’d had all my oral sex practice on Bethany and she was actually bigger than Justin, so he was easy for me. I worked on him the same way I worked on Bethany, massaging his shaft with my tongue and applying the proper amount of saliva for lubrication. He pushed my head down, something Bethany never did, but I didn’t object. I looked up just in time to see Bethany lowering herself down as well. Together, my girlfriend and I licked Justin’s shaft up and down. His hands were in tight fists and his jaw was clenched hard. I knew he had never experienced a blowjob like this before. Our tongues chased each other around the tip of his cock to the sensitive area behind the head. As Bethany began to suck, I began to lick at his balls. I was used to Bethany’s bald scrotum and was almost surprised to find that Justin had hair on his, but I didn’t complain. I took his big sack in my mouth and drenched it with my spit, slurping audibly. “I’m gonna cum . . .” he said softly. At that moment, Bethany and I stopped sucking. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Wouldn’t you rather come inside one of us?” Bethany asked. Justin’s face brightened. “Fuck yeah!” he said. “Well, who’s it gonna be?” she asked. “Me or Erica? Take your pick.” He thought for a moment. “Erica,” he answered. “Alright,” said Bethany. “But there’s two stipulations. First . . .” Bethany removed a black, silk scarf from her purse and wrapped it around Justin’s eyes, blindfolding him. “You have to be blindfolded,” she said. “What’s the second stipulation?” he asked. Bethany winked at me. “You have to fuck Erica . . . in the ass. That’s how she likes it.” “Really?” he said. “Awesome! But, Bethany, can I fuck your pussy after?” She nearly burst out laughing. “We’ll see,” she replied. “Take off your pants.” Justin did as instructed, and then Bethany guided him to a kneeling position on the floor. I got on my hands and knees in front of him. I lifted up my skirt and pulled the g-string back of the teddy aside. My cock was about to burst. I grabbed my balls and pulled them forward a bit so that Justin would not notice his scrotum flapping against mine. Bethany spit into her palm and rubbed it along Justin’s dick until it was wet and slippery. Then, she guided the tip between my ass cheeks until it was pressing against my anus, poised to enter. He began to push, Bethany’s gentle hand guiding him all the way in. Soon, I could feel his bristly pubic hairs against my ass. I let out a soft, girly moan. He began to pump in and out, feeling my insides with the ecstasy one can only achieve through a sublime buttfucking. Bethany removed her dress and took off her bra. I noticed that she wasn’t even wearing underwear. She sat down on my back, facing Justin, her cock stretched out before her. She took Justin’s hands off my hips and placed them on her tits. He began to squeeze and kneed her breasts as he fucked me even harder. I was about to reach orgasm. I could feel it coming. Justin began to suck on Bethany’s nipples as he reached out to finger her “pussy.” She was quick, though. She caught his hand while it was an inch away from her dick and placed it back on her breast. “I’m going to cum . . .” said Justin again. “Shoot it in her ass,” said Bethany. A second later, warmth spread through me as Justin pumped his jizz into my asshole. As soon as I felt it, I grabbed my own cock and jacked it furiously until spilling a load all over Justin’s carpet. He pulled out slowly and fell back on the floor, trying to recover from the most intense orgasm of his life. Bethany and I took advantage of his momentary paralysis. She found her dress and quickly put it back on. I straightened my skirt. Just as we had finished covering our cocks, Justin removed his blindfold. “Erica,” he said, “that was incredible.” I smiled and blushed. “Thank you too Bethany. Next time, you’ll have to let me fuck you.” She smiled. “I don’t think so Justin. I have a boyfriend.” He looked at me questioningly and I shrugged. Bethany and I giggled as we left Justin on the floor, wondering what the hell had just happened. As we walked out the door, we heard him say, “What’s this cum stain on the carpet?” and we were gone. -10- So ends the story of my early sexual encounters with my transsexual girlfriend, Bethany. But, two summers later, the real story of my life began. It was July. Bethany and I were both home from college on vacation and we had decided to go for a walk in the woods. We strolled along casually, hand-in-hand. Crickets chirped far away in the swamps. Birds overhead sang. The sunlight dappled down through the leaves. I couldn’t have pictured a more beautiful landscape. I couldn’t have asked to be with a more beautiful woman. “These past three years have been the greatest I could ever hope for,” I said. Bethany looked up at me and smiled. “I’m not just talking about sex, although I certainly LOVE that as well. I mean, every moment I’m with you, I seem to fall deeper in love. Just kissing you, hearing your voice, or holding your hand fills me with this incredible sense of peace and happiness. Even the fights we’ve had have made me love you more.” “You’re so sweet. I feel the same way about you,” she said. “But there’s one thing that scares me,” I said. “I’m terrified of having to live the rest of my life without you. I couldn’t stand that.” She looked at me quizzically. I stopped, turned to face her, and took both of her hands in mine. “So, I need to make sure that doesn’t happen.” I got down on one knee in front of her. I could see she was about to cry once she realized what I was doing. “Bethany, will you marry me?” “Yes!” she cried. I stood up quickly and she jumped into my arms. We hugged, kissed, cried, and lived happily ever after.