2 comments/ 58713 views/ 12 favorites Adventures of Shemale Sandra Ch. 01 By: Elyquent His name was Phillip. Or at least it had been. Honestly, he wasn't sure who he was; all he knew was that what he had done two years ago was what he thought was right. This was the lifestyle he wanted. It should be said that Phillip has always had strong female influences throughout his life. He and his three sisters were raised in a single parent home by their mother. She cared for them, did her best to support them and because of this his childhood was for the most part pleasant. But there was always one thing missing. Phillip never could fit in with the other boys. He often spent days alone in his room wondering why this was, but the only conclusion he could ever come to was that it was his sisters' fault. Oh, how they had subjected him to the colorful side of life -- flowers, dress-up, dolls, giggling, you name it and he was put through it. And a lot of DID rub off on him, he reasoned. But he loved them, and he enjoyed their company no matter the consequences. Even when he outgrew their antics(and underwent other necessary separations from them -- puberty and all) he still longed for female companionship. This he sought in his classmates, but the slightly pudgy Phillip never met with much luck in that regard either. He was chronically shy. His attempts at forming bonds of friendship with the opposite sex were always turned down with frightening sincerity. He couldn't bring himself to demonstrate all of the characteristics his sisters had instilled in him as a kid because he didn't want to be branded a "fag", and so everyone thought of him as weird and repressed. So he mostly stuck to himself. It wasn't too bad he thought. He was still picked on occasionally, but he reasoned that he didn't care. He worked a part-time job, made good grades and had plans to go into the computer field when he went to college. What did he need friends for? Everything was working out quite well. In fact, there was only one problem as he saw it. Just one thing holding him back from a life of utter profressionalism. Just one especially little thing. His penis. What a curse he thought this was! It was always distracting him from what he knew was important. Worse yet, no one cared or even seemed to acknowledge that he had one. Especially not girls. For so long he had wanted to see a girl naked. His sisters were one thing, but he wanted to see a real girl's body. He didn't even have to put his penis in her; he would be content to rub it against her naked leg gently. Then he would cum, and he could put it away. That was all he wanted, but he couldn't have it. Girls were freaked out by him for some reason. And guys, well, at least he could talk to them normally. Even though most thought of him as a pudgy nerd. His sexual tensions began to perpetuate when he eventually moved out of his mother's home and began going to college. He found himself almost alway sporting an erection. At times he would even skip class to go and jerk off. He was already a sexual maniac, and he hadn't even had sex! That's when he started to subscribe to the Internet. It soon became his best friend. He would spend all night on it, finding pictures and studying them closely while he stroked his attentive member to a gooey orgasm. Hardcore, lesbian, masturbation, bondage, cumshots -- he was into it all. But one fetish in particular had caught his interest. This was that of the T-girl or the shemale. He was infatuated with the idea of being a woman. It would mean he could for once be accepted sexually and that he could easily go into bars and pick and choose which guy he wanted to take home with him. Sure, he still wouldn't have much luck with girls, but at least this way people wouldn't call him a "fag", or at least he hoped not. And he had the money to try it out, so he began to do research. Two years passed. Now, he was no longer a he. He was a she, and her name was Sandra. Sweet, 5'9, slightly plump at 150lbs Sandra. Her hair was long and brown with slight bangs peeking over the edge of her eyes, her skin was a luscious shade of tan and, oh, her breasts, they were coming along beautifully. Large, rounded and topped with two puffy brown nipples, slightly droopy but big enough to easily call a man's cock to attention. She was stunning, she thought as she laid there on the bed, her own cock standing at attention. She had been holding it in her hand and stroking it wildly for a while. Her plans to go out that night didn't involve getting a hard-on, and so she endeavored to make her girly-dick more compact. Up and down her hand went, over and over. She briefly imagined what she might look like to others right now, a full-figured woman laying on the bed trying to get rid of a raging hard-on. The idea was actually a big turn-on to her and after latching onto it in her mind she began to stroke faster. "Oh God," she cried out in a cracked voice. Her speech wasn't entirely feminine, but neither was having a big, bulging cock, and so she had comes to grips with the fact that everything wasn't going to be picture-perfect. But she sure looked it right then as her cock began to tremble of its own accord. The first spurt shot onto her stomach, but the second was like a fountain as it erupted all the way up to her flowing brown hair. And then there were two more. The last simply dribbling down her now-shrinking girly-cock. Sandra lay there on the bed, breathing heavily. It was some moments before she actually regained the energy to stand up, and when she did her words were briefly, "Shit!" She had made a mess just before she was going to go out. She walked to the bathroom, her cum-spattered breasts jiggling with every step. Looking in the mirror, she began to pick the gobs of salty liquid from both her hair and body. She dropped all of them in the toilet and flushed. Her last task in the bathroom was to wipe herself down with a towel. Then she went back to the living room. Her outfit for the first big night out was laid out on a nearby chair. She reached over to a nearby desk and grabbed a roll of tape. Pulling her testicles and flacid penis back, she taped them off just before the hole that was her girly-pussy. Three strips should do it, she thought. Next, she stepped into the panties laid out before her. They were white, silky and, she decided, a comfortable fit. After that came some very short shorts and then a low-cut tank top which didn't leave much to the imagination. Her outfit was complete. Something suitably slutty for a very slutty night out on the town, she thought. Her plans didn't include leaving the bar without a partner. She climbed into her car and began driving down the street. Her taped penis was cooperating nicely and she hoped that it would continue to do so throughout the night. The last thing she wanted was to pop a boner right in the middle of the bar. She crossed several more streets and eventually the raunchy bar was in her sights. This was the best place to start out at, Sandra figured. The men here had a legacy of desperation, and just last week a regular was caught having sex with none other than his pet dog. If they'd go for a dog, they'd certainly be thrilled to have her, she reasoned. Even if she did have a little surprise for them. But those thoughts were quickly pushed away as she threw wide the door of the smokey bar and entered. She swayed her hips alluringly during her approach to the bar and eventually took a seat on an empty stool.. There were three other guys near her. She didn't like to drink too much as a rule because it was harder to control her voice after a few cold ones. Besides, she was a lady and wanted to remain respectable. But it was hard to resist when, not long after entering, one of the relatively skinny men seated at the bar scooted over to the stool next to her. "Hey, do you want something to drink?" he said quietly. Sandra turned to face the man and looked him over briefly before smiling. "Sure," she said. Before long there was a Milwaukee's Best sitting in front of her. The guy spoke again, "I-I've never seen you here before, a..are you new?" He was obviously a little shy. Sandra felt especially confident after noting this. "Ya, I'm from out of town," she explained after a lengthy gulp of beer. The guy didn't say anything. She took another sip from her beer and took the liberty of browsing around the bar. It wasn't terribly crowded at this hour and besides the men seated at the bar, there was only one other group here. And they were off in their own world playing pool. She did, however, see that the other guys at the bar seemed hesitant to approach because of the man next to her. Sandra silently wished her beer-buyer would just break the silence and say something; she wanted to move on to another man if not. Eventually, he stammered, "You're pretty, nice hair." A pause. "I mean, you have pretty nice hair," he corrected with an awkward smile. Sandra returned the expression but could tell this guy wasn't going to make the first move. She decided that she would have to. Daringly, she placed her hand on his thigh. He almost seemed to jump when she did, but he then put his hand on her thigh as well. Sandra started to rub, and the guy reciprocated. It was her turn to speak. "You're pretty cute yourself," she stated, along with a more mischievous and confident smile than he had shown. "Thanks." By this time, she had finished her beer. The guy immediately offered her another, but she declined. She was doing her best to keep her voice feminine and didn't want to mess up, as she had already caught herself slipping once or twice. Luckily the guy didn't catch on. "So wha...what's your name?" he stuttered. "Sandra, you?" "Jeff," he announced with slightly more confidence. "Cool," Sandra said idly. She was still rubbing his leg and began to notice that it was having an effect on him. His blue jeans were bulging at the front, and Sandra had caught the bulge several times with her passing fingers. She grinned about it, and Jeff noticed, smiling. Sandra mused, "I'm happy we got to meet, and you seem to be too!" Her voice had cracked a bit, and she cursed herself, vowing not to talk in such big sentences. But again, he didn't seem to pick up on it, as his reply was a chuckle. He elaborated, "Yeah, I-I guess I'm having a good day since I met you." Sandra was both charmed and confident. She was going to make a move. "This bar is smokey," she spoke, "My place?" She continued, "I have more than beer!" Jeff seemed sold. "Sure," he said and stood up with Sandra. He quickly turned his back to the rest of the bar, futilely trying to hide the elevated crotch of his pants. They walked out together. After a drive and a little bit of touching, they arrived at Sandra's house. Jeff seemed excited, and Sandra definitely was. This was it, she knew; the night she would lose her virginity. They got in the door and Sandra sat down on the couch, motioning for Jeff to sit beside her. He clumbsily did, his pants still bulging from their touching in the car. Sandra couldn't help but smile. Jeff, however, was visibly nervous. In a way, Sandra felt sorry for him. She knew that, were she in his position, she would be the same way but, somehow, she derived confidence from her female form. She felt on top of the world mostly. But there was one thing bothering her at this moment too, and that was how she was going to break the news to him. Before she could think further on the subject though, Jeff hastily interrupted, "Uh... so you have drinks?" "Actually, I'm all out," Sandra replied with a big smile, "I just said that so you would come here." She could tell Jeff was starting to sweat a little bit so she once again put her hand on his thigh. He did the same to her. They started rubbing again. Sandra trembled a little and started to worry as she felt the tape pop off of her formerly trapped girly-cock. She was getting a hard-on and fast. Her testicles were once again hanging down too, and she could only imagine what the front of her shorts would look like soon. Hastily, she made a move. Her fingers went to Jeff's zipper, and she began to unzip his jeans. Jeff looked shocked and only managed a, "Oh baby," before visibly tensing up. Sandra figured in this position that she could conceal her secret by laying on her stomach, and so she did just that. He was wearing tight briefs. It took a bit of a struggle to yank them off, and when she finally did, what she noticed the most was that they had a rather large wet spot on the front. Pre-cum was already seeping from the slit at the end of Jeff's rod. By this time, her hand had encircled that rod and was giving it a vigorous work-out. She felt like a pro when it came to handjobs after so many years of beating her own pud. Jeff began to get more comfortable, and he reached over and grabbed clumbsily at Sandra's swinging hooters. She hadn't bought any bras yet. They were just kind of dangling down, barely encased in her loose tank top. She liked the feeling of a man groping them very much. In fact she liked it so much that when Jeff tried in vain to pull her top over her head but instead ripped it straight down the middle, she only laughed. He uttered a thousand apologies, but she just ignored him, not really caring. Her focus was on tending to that big, hard rod in between his legs, and her hand was doing just that. Meanwhile, Jeff had begun to suck on her large mounds tenderly. He really seemed to be interested in them, and that made her happy. But it was only a matter of time before she had to explain something else, she realized. Jeff's hand had been rubbing her thigh this whole time and was gradually beginning to gravitate towards her crotch. She winced as Jeff touched her cock. At first he didn't seem to believe it, and Sandra felt him giving it extra attention momentarily to make sure it was what he thought. Then his hand left it, and his mouth opened, "Damn, are you one of them Hermpahodites or whatever?" Sandra responded, "No, honey, I'm a shemale" Jeff seemed to consider this for a second. Sandra began to masturbate him full-force in reponse. Maybe this swayed his judgment a little bit, as the next thing to come out of his mouth was, "You won't tell anyone, will you?" Sandra quietly sighed with relief and promised secrecy. Before long Jeff was pulling at her daisy dukes. They soon came off along with the panties underneath, and there Sandra lay, entirely naked in front of this man. Admittedly, she felt more than a little un-lady-like as her five-inch boner throbbed and pulsed between her thoroughly tanned thighs, but Jeff didn't seem to particularly care. He was obviously quite excited, and even a little more confident now that he knew he wasn't the only one who was a little different. For a while they just sat there, staring at each other's naked bodies. Jeff was mostly looking at Sandra's she-cock. Sandra wrapped her fist about her massively erect girly-dick at this point and began to tug on it while she looked at Jeff's own. "Jeffy, would you like to be my first?" she asked softly in her best impression of a whimpering female voice. She reached down and parted the entrance to her tight she-pussy, awaiting his response. Jeff seemed eager, and after a brief pause reached for her legs and lifted them up in the air. He positioned his throbbing meat at the dark entrance to her love tunnel and began to push forward. It felt uncomfortable to Sandra at first and even hurt a little bit. But after a while she began to get used to it, and wow, was it turning her on. Jeff was kneeling on the couch in front of her, inserting his bare cock into her virgin asshole, while her legs were high up in the air, and her own cock rested against her tan stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum as it slid around with every thrust of Jeff's member. This was heaven, Sandra thought. She tugged on her little girly-cock some more and whimpered. He was really going at it now. Sandra began to cry out, "Yes!" and, "Harder!" Jeff complied. She was enjoying having this guy's big dick in her girly-pussy, and the fact that he was pretty much a stranger was even more exciting. She loved the idea of a strange guy fucking her in the ass and man-handling her sweet breasts. And Jeff was doing just that, his hands squeezing the sensitive orbs of flesh to the point that they almost hurt. Sandra started to buck back and forth on his cock and yank even harder on her girly-rod. Her strange lover began to work her over even harder, his hands molesting her rounded breasts with no remorse. He pulled his member out briefly and lifted up Sandra, who has still tugging on her manly hard-on, and placed her on his lap. He reinserted his dick and went to work. Sandra just thought this was the greatest thrill. She loosened her grip on the rod between her legs and tried to steady herself. She was bouncing up and down frantically now, her cock slapping from her stomach to her penetrated ass and back again. How much longer could she hold out? "Oh, Jeff!" she moaned, "Fuck my pussy baby!" Jeff was ramming her furiously. His fingers were digging into her thick thighs as his butt thrusted up and down, propelling his rock hard man-cock out of her puckered, little pussy. He was kneading her massive tits in his hands while at least making some attempt to balance her. It was a little hard to do with how much she was bucking though, and a few times Sandra slipped off to the side, but he fucked and grabbed her back into an upright position. He had a dead sexy shemale riding his dick like a little cowgirl, and he wasn't going to let her go for anything. At least until he shot his load. Now crying out in a desperate and cracked voice, Sandra literally began to throw herself onto Jeff's tool with every bounce. Her cock and titties were slapping against her body so rapidly that they were leaving large red marks. "Oh Goddddd," cried Sandra, and suddenly shot a geyser of cum straight up into the air. It plummeted back onto her cock and all over the couch. Her irritated cock spurted for at least a minute before finally going to rest, at which point the vicinity was soaked with her thick lady jizz. She began to fondle her nipples and continue riding, although a little slower now. Seeing the amazing site of a grown she-woman blowing such a massive load, Jeff was compelled to do the same and promptly shot a similarly massive load into the depths of her ravaged hole. His highly excited dick trembled and trembled inside the foreign girly-pussy for what seemed like minutes before finally ceasing its fire. They both lay there for about 5 minutes afterwards, Sandra's limp cock draped across her cum-soaked thigh and Jeff's resting in her rosey red asshole amidst more oozing cum. Jeff said, "Are all shemales this fucking sexy?" Sandra stood up now, and smiled tenderly at him. A small stream of hot jizz was dribbling from her used fuck-hole. "Yes, baby," she responded through short breaths, "We love to fuck!" As if to accentuate this, she tugged on her shriveled girly-cock some more. Jeff almost felt like having another go, but both of their cocks were still sore from the experience, and so he told her he had to go but asked when they could meet again. "I'm sure we'll see each other again sometime, honey", was her reply. He nodded contently and left after cleaning up and putting his clothes on. Sandra looked on the couch at the mess of cum-stains and could do nothing but smile. This was only the beginning, Sandra thought. What a beautiful new life this was! Adventures of Shemale Sandra Ch. 02 Sandra thought about Jeff all through the next day. He had been her first, and she could still recall their experience as if it had happened only moments ago. She could feel his rough hands on her tender flesh; his sweat falling in beady drops on her soft belly; his stiffled grunts echoing in her ear. And his force! Oh how he had bent her to his will! Used her for his pleasure! She had absolutely loved it! Recalling this, it was no surprise to her that her routine masturbation session that morning ended rather abrubtly. Normally, she would wake up and instantly become fixated on the bulge trapped inside her silky nightie; minutes upon minutes of frenzied self-gratification following. But this particular morning had been different. At first she awoke gazing upon the usual sights. The cool morning air had riddled her deeply-tanned skin with goosebumps, her perky brown nipples were in a state of silk-induced arousal, and of course the nightie she wore to bed was embarassingly bunched-up about her waist, the fleshy rod just past it in full salute. But when she instinctively reached for her first order of business, Deja Vu struck. She recalled at that point being perched on a helplessly swollen tool, bounding up and down with all the effort she could muster, and moaning for the first time in her life not because of self-induced pleasure but because of the mutual kind. Then she remembered the climax. Having trembled violently under its force, she could hardly forget it. It had only taken minutes to occur, but it was of the quality and quantity that even hours of her own efforts couldn't match. Not even the one that morning, which, by the time she reached another thought, had already occurred. And in well under a minute's time. It was still a splendid one though, of the variety that lasted right up until the member became limp, its shrinking mass continuing to drip that which seconds earlier it had forcefully projected. It didn't come with the usual bout of post-depression, either, thanked Sandra. Nope, she was in high spirits that day. So much so that even the dread of the upcoming clean-up didn't hold her down. In mere moments, she had thrown off her nightie and walked to the nearby bathroom. There, some tissue was used to clean off the shiny matter from her belly and crotch, and, not longer after, the shower started up. Sandra stepped in. It felt good to be clean, she decided with a sigh. But she knew that it wouldn't last for long. After some tidying up and and a few errands, the buxom shemale had plans for another night of fun and adventure. And getting dirty was but a requirement as far as she was concerned. Although perhaps she didn't quite expect what she got. Her adventure started in the library of all places, where she was picking up some books for a report due Monday. It was the public library, of course, as she loathed the one tied in with her school(encounters with people there almost always met with unpleasant results, as rumors about her had spread, and she was even looked down upon by most teachers who, at one point, she had awkwardly told the details of her changes to) Her intent was to be expedient but, by an odd twist of fate, she stumbled into just the type of person she was here to avoid -- a fellow student. He didn't seem the boisterous type, nor even the socially conscious type, but a nagging suspicion told her that he might be the nerdy conformer type; a type that wouldn't hesitate to single her out for what she is, assuming they knew. But Sandra resigned that he WAS in her way, and that she DID have to get the books for her report, so she went ahead and braved it by approaching the aisle he was on. Timothy Landry was what he was known by, to the people who could be bothered to care. His collection of non-fiction books was rivaled only by the amount of girls he'd secretly admired, but had never made a move on in high school. He'd cursed himself for this social anxienty, in private, and in private, he'd vowed self-rehabilitation for it. Yet, in private, he still lived. And he desperately wanted that to change. His eyes met hers for an instant and quickly darted away. Under his breath, if anyone wanted to get that close, he could be heard uttering a thousand curses. What to do, what to do, he hurriedly wondered, and silently wished at this point that he could, just for a moment, open up his bloated notepad of pick-up lines and various seduction tips. There's a hot girl just steps away from you, Timothy, he reasoned. You need to do something, his inner conscience demanded. What's wrong with you, it again questioned. "Hello." Sandra looked his way and noticed more a look of nervousness than of incredulousness. Her mind was at ease. "Hi," was all she said. She never in her wildest dreams thought that this scrawny, messy-haired guy would try to make a move on her. "How are you?" Timothy shot back with practiced foresight. "Uh, I'm okay..." said Sandra, trying to do a bit of her own redifining now that she wasn't so desperate for attention. "That's good to hear," responded the guy with matching brown hair and eyes at her feet. He paused and added, "Do you go to school?" Sandra had to admit she was a little flattered by this point. "Yep, just a few miles away at the university," was her answer. Timothy seemed to be in deep thought. "Oh," he said a bit too seriously for friendly conversation, "Why aren't you at the library there?" Like Timothy, Sandra had some pre-planned responses of her own: "I like the peace and quiet here," she stated. "Me too," he said and then backpedaled, "Not that I go to school." Sandra considered this and then spoke, "Oh? Do you work?" Deep in thought, he debated whether or not he should lie, but he couldn't think of a good enough one in time. "No, I stay with my grandmother," he muttered. "Oh, cool." "So can I get your phone number?" he asked both sincerely and abrubtly. Sandra laughed softly at his remark and explained that she doesn't have one. His response was, "Oh," and then his brain seemed to shut down. He was looking back through the books on the shelf nervously. Sandra felt kind of sorry of him, much like she did with Jeff, and said, "I have a house though." She was trying to keep what she said short to preserve the feminineness of her voice, but it didn't seem to matter because, as anyone at the time could have told, Timothy was quite shaken by this. "Uh, we-well, maybe I'll stop by sometime, " he stammered. Sandra giggled; she loved being in control. "How about now, sweety?" "Su-sure!" Timothy Landry's dreams had just come true. As for Sandra, well, she had just saved herself some time as well as the risk of possibly being singled out at a club or bar. And so they walked out together, Timothy forgetting all about his book, and Sandra all about her's. They arrived at her house after a long, quiet car drive, during which about the only thing they learned from each other was their names. Even Sandra became nervous due to how little Timothy had spoken, but somehow his apparent nervousness had made her feel more than a little kinky. She loved what she could do to guys, and it made her want to relieve all of her built-up sexual tension every time she saw a guy visibly attracted to her. So they sat on that familiar couch where Sandra had first lost her virginity; oddly, Timothy sitting on the opposite side from her. Could he really be that naive, she wondered. "So, what now, Timothy?" Sandra said with a mischievous smile. He looked at her and grinned, "Sex?" Sandra laughed. Timothy seemed to really lighten up at this point. "God, you're the coolest woman I've ever met," he spoke next. Sandra could do nothing but blush at this remark. She stood and decided to give him a little titty show for his compliment. Sandra never wore a bra, so just walking around she was naturally teasing guys. Her breasts were hardly easy to ignore at a full 36C, and considering that she always wore tank-tops or V-necks, a lot more guys had become excited at her passing by than she could even imagine. Her shirt this particular day just happened to be a Nike V-neck, and it was having a similar reaction on the slightly flustered Timothy. She hadn't even popped her shirt off yet, but he had certainly popped something of his own sitting on the couch. He wasn't trying to hide it either, she noticed. Still, she continued with her efforts and thrust out her chest, giving a little shake. Her tanned breats bounced around and rubbed together, creating a warm friction under her stretched shirt. She jiggled her chest some more and one of them slapped lightly against her skin. She looked at Timothy to see what his reaction was, but instead she caught him looking at something on the floor. Weird, she thought. Sandra looked down, but had no idea what it could be. When she glanced up, he was already staring at her boobs again, so she simply shrugged it off. At this point she decided that maybe it would be a good idea to let the twins out, and then make her way back to the couch. Even though she had taped her girly parts up with stronger tape this time, she was worried that they still might pop out unwantedly soon. Her jiggling titties weren't the only thing exciting in this room, after all. She strutted over to Timothy, swaying her hips seductively in her mini-skirt. Smiling, she bent over and pulled down the neck of her stretched, skimpy shirt. His face was only inches from where her dangling breasts were, the large, dark brown nipples crowning the tips clearly visible through the wide open neck of her shirt. He anxiously reached in and cupped one of the huge twins as best he could, tweaking the inviting nipple with his palm. Sandra stayed leaning over in front of him and then went in for a kiss. She stuck out her tongue, and Timothy took it between his lips and sucked. Teasingly, she kept pulling her tongue away from his lips and then darting it near them again. He seemed to like it. Her next move was to place a hand on the unsightly little bulge in his pants. As soon as she did though, she heard and felt a little peeling sound and knew instantly what it was. The tape hadn't held up like she wanted. She became a little worried, but then decided that he was the type of guy who wouldn't care about her special girly parts. Standing tall, she lifted the Nike shirt over her head, while a huge bulge of her own presented itself at the front of her mini-skirt. Her tits popped out seductively, but that didn't seem to be what he was looking at. It wasn't the floor either. No, he was staring straight at the newly-formed lump poking at the front of her skirt. "Is that a dick?" he said with startling assertiveness. Sandra blushed and nodded. His eyes lit up. "Holy shit, I love shemales!!" he said it his most confident tone yet, "I see you girls all over the Internet!!" Sandra giggled; it was a little flattering, but she didn't particularly like being compared to other girls. "Oh yeah, do you like what you see now?" she said, not trying as hard to conceal her natural voice as she was before. "Hell yeah!" Timothy announced. Sandra was elated. She was about to commence her fuck of the day and it wasn't even night-time yet! She did think it odd though, that Timothy seemed to be taking the initiative now that he knew her true secret. He had already laid her back on the couch and was proceeding to peel off her mini-skirt just since he had found out the news. She might have even considered him to be rushing things; that is, if he hadn't stopped for just a moment to stare at the flimsy white panties holding in her engorged girl-cock In all of Timothy's life he had only seen one thing that excited him more than what was now before his eyes, and he knew that he could find that other thing on her slightly thick, tanned, beautiful body, too. He was in heaven. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of slightly damp panty and rock-hard she-cock. Indiscriminately, he then jerked them both up and down and his hand. Sandra seemed to like it. She was loving the feeling of both his hand and the cotton carressing her girly-cock. It was coaxing more precum out little by little and making her extremely horny. But that wasn't enough for her, she decided. Reaching over, Sandra roughly tugged at Timothy's shirt until he resigned to lift his arms up and allow her to take it off. He wasn't particularly built at all, but that didn't stop her from flicking her tongue across one of his red nipples. Her hands meanwhile were busy undoing the buttons and zipper on his pants. She wanted his cock badly. So badly that she almost ripped his jeans pulling them down. But her target was in sight, only separated from her by some stretched white briefs. "Mmmm," moaned sandra. She hooked her index finger in the waistband and tugged the tight briefs just bellow his entrapped hard-on. "Oh Timothy," she said softly, biting her lip. His swollen cock was curved just a little to the right, which she thought was extremely sexy. But before she could touch it, he stood and finished taking off his remaining clothes: underwear, jeans, shoes and socks. Then he examined her. She felt very self-conscious as he looked over her naked body, the only articles of clothes on it being a pair of skimpy, wet panties and flip-flops on her feet. But he soon got rid of those, too, taking a big whiff of her panties before throwing them aside savagely. Her flip-flops came next, and they were tossed aside as well in a similarly brutish fashion. But then something unexpected happened. He had begun to massage a part of her body no one had ever laid hands on before. He was rubbing her feet, and it felt simply amazing considering how tired they were from breaking in the new flip-flops. His fingers-tips were firmly but smoothly manipulating her soles and occasionally moving over to squeeze or pinch her toes. "That feels good Timothy, " she said, still a little surprised that a guy was doing this to her. Sandra had begun to relax by this point. One of her hands was softly tweaking her large brown aureolas and nipples to excitedness, and the other, of course, was kneading her leaking little girly-dick. But Timothy had stopped massaging her feet before she even got to her third stroke; he was doing something even more strange now. His lips were wrapped around her painted big toe and they were sucking it rhythmically. He was tending generously to her sore feet with all the care his mouth could provide. Then he began dividing his attention between all of the toes. "Ooohh," Sandra squeaked as Timothy reached her other big toe. This felt good, she thought. Her fist was wrapped a little more firmly around her swollen girly-rod now, and she was making sharp thrusts upwards with her pelvis as she stroked. Timothy seemed somewhat fueled by this because he suddenly stopped sucking and stood up, stroking his own meat while watching Sandra. Sandra looked at him sweetly. Finally, she thought excitedly, he's going to fuck me. She couldn't wait for him to hit her sweet spot. "Do you have any lotion?" Timothy asked anxiously. Sandra giggled. "You won't need that sweety, " she said, "It'll fit fine." She stuck her tongue out at this, and shifted her shapely ass' position on the couch to face him. But Timothy didn't seem convinced. "Just trust me, " he said. Sandra sighed. She got up and strutted to the bathroom, her erection swinging from side-to-side as she did. Walking back, she smiled and laughed again, tossing the bottle of lotion his way. "Okay big boy," Sandra added, "If you think you need it." But his attention wasn't at all to lube up the meat between his legs. Instead, he began to apply it to Sandra's bare feet. The lotion was of a thick consistency, and it felt both cool and gooey as it was lathered onto her slightly dirty soles. Sandra jumped and quivered a little as the coldness hit her, and then lay still wondering just what he was up to. He was really coating her feet in the stuff, even in between her toes where it felt especially squishy as she wiggled her curious toes about. But before she could ask any questions, Timothy spoke up. "Sandra," he spoke and then paused, "have you ever given a footjob?" She laughed at his request. "Uh.. no," she answered, more than a little surprised. She began to wonder a little spitefully if he'd be making requests this bold if he hadn't found out she was a tranny. Some of this resentment stemmed from really wanting a good fucking, but a lot of it surrounded how both this guy and Jeff seemed to suddenly lose all their inhibitions once they found out about her little secret. She had begun to grow more and more jealous of real girls, but then realized that this wasn't the time or place for that. "It's like a handjob, except with your feet," Timothy said matter-of-factly. Sandra sighed softly. "Okay, I'll try." Timothy had laid down in front of her by this point, and so she lifted up her oily feet and placed one on either side of his strained cock. A big smile grew on his face as she began to work on the coordination in her feet by practicing the raising and lowering of them, all on his lucky dick. It was thoroughly lubed up now from all of the lotion, and he had to admit that Sandra's soles felt absolutely lovely on it. He could feel every tiny little wrinkle on the bottom of her feet as it passed over his swollen member. It was beyond a turn-on to him; it was an obsession. Sandra, however, felt hesitant. "Am I doing it right?" she wondered aloud, in an almost apathetic voice. "Oh baby, it's perfect!" he replied through labored breaths. Her fears seemed to shrink, as did her now-partially-soft cock; she just wasn't that turned on by this. But she continued to perform the footjob on Timothy, her back and head slightly off the couch and her legs in sort of indian-style position as they guided their respective feet up and down Timothy's reddened member. There was now a squishy, almost-slapping sound recurring, and she knew that although part of it was her softening cock flapping around helplessly, hitting her stomach, that it was mostly a strong suction gained from solid lubrication and the practiced rhythm of her feet. Sandra glanced at Timothy and noticed that he was ogling her lotioned-up feet, apparently on Cloud Nine. Slowly, she began to realize that this was actually having a massive effect on him, and at that point her desire to control began to manifest itself as gradually increasing arousal. She was starting to ger horny again. To speed up the process, she stopped her soft little cock from its swinging and starting to yank the skin on it up and down feverishly. This, too, took more coordination. It didn't stop her though. The footjob continued. Her feet were beginning to get relatively dry at this point, and Timothy reached over to grab the lotion. He popped the top on it and squirted some out. Being as horny as he was though, it was naturally hard to focus and so he did miss his target by a fair amount. The stuff came out in an enormous squirt, most landing on Sandra's busily jerking feet but a lot pouring onto Timothy's thighs and the couch, too. He was a bit sheepish. But Sandra didn't seem to notice. She was speaking to him by this point "You like that baby?" she gasped, "Are my feet turning you on?" She continued, "Your big cock feels so hard in between them that I just don't know what to do. My little toes are doing the best they can to make you cum." Timothy was speachless, but he had started grinding in time with Sandra's greased-up feet. Meanwhile, Sandra was still tugging on her girly-cock as it switched between fully erect and partially so. It couldn't make up its mind, so she had decided to slide just one little innocent finger into the asshole under it and probe around. It seemed to be working for the most part, but she was still far away from where she wanted to be. And it appeared that she was the only one feeling this way.