I Let a Tranny Into My Cranny XXX

bi-sexual, trans-sexual, Shemale, erotic literature, sexy stories, female erotica, erotic short stories, free erotica, adult fiction, caffieri.com, XXX stories, erotic fiction, short sex stories, erotic super shorts, adult stories, sexually explicit stories, porn stories, short erotic stories, kinky sex stories,  erotic stories  on YouTube,

By Lauren McAllister

My name is Sandra and I’m bi. Well, sort of bi. I’ve fucked some guys and I’ve certainly done my share of party-night knob-gobbling but really, I consider my fellow gals to be the gold standard when it comes to nookie. I mean, they’re just so darned delicious and cute, ain’t they?

I guess my attraction to the fairer and bumpier sex began during those formative and blazingly dull high school years. My God! When I think about the amount of money I spent on booze trying to get cheerleaders drunk at parties…it was so totally worth it! Getting my face comfortably ensconced under one of those short little pleated skirts was my version of crack. The poor girl in question would practically have to beat me in the head with a stick to get me to stop lickin’ her chicken.

Not that it was in any way easy getting “a straight” to let me clean her plate. It was a percentage game. With guys, I succeeded in my seduction (no matter how half-hearted) about 99.9 percent of the time. With girls, I scored about as well as a handsome guy did. And I must say that I gained a new respect for the male swain. The groveling, expense and sheer tenacity it takes to bed a happenin’ babe is truly staggering. And I wasn’t even going to get her pregnant!

Since those innocent, insouciant and wasted days of my youth, I’d wandered back and forth between the sexes like a certain embarrassingly-short action movie star. Eventually, I met a nice young lady with a pair of eyes that could set off car alarms and we proceeded to spend the next couple of years furiously fondling each other’s naughty parts. But, like a Walmart carpet, things quickly began to fray around the edges.

I finally forced to break up with Miranda, when she had the sheer gall to follow me to a business meeting and find me cheating on her with a waitress from our favorite restaurant. Let’s face it, once the trust in gone in a relationship…it’s pretty well time to start dividing up the dinnerware.

So there I was, an eligible young bachelorette with four place settings of Waterford China and an eye for the ladies.  Naturally, I went straight back into my alley-cat mode. I hit the lesbian bars like they were Ted Nugent’s chin. It was not unusual to find me waking up in two or three different badly made beds a week (when I wasn’t entertaining in my own boudoir). Alas, as much as I liked fucking around, I also missed having a steady girlfriend to cheat on. So, after a few months of fun and games and sneaking out of strange bedrooms, I decided to start looking around for relationship that was a little more permanent than sunrise.

My problem was I didn’t quite know precisely what qualities I was looking for in a shack-up happy hottie. A nice pair of tits and a tight ass are wonderful for an evening’s entertainment, but sadly not nearly sufficient to carry one through the Dinah Shore Weekend and holidays with the folks. I got so desperate, I even considered a finding guy. Don’t get me wrong, I really like the ornamentation that the male of the species comes equipped with. I have an entire draw full of strap-ons and dildo’s at home to prove it. Hell, I even like the taste of spunk – how many totally straight girls can say that? It’s just; one just gets a tad homicidal, having to put up with all the shit that comes along with a gentleman’s genitalia.

A Most Interesting Turn of Events:

Debbie, a really good friend of mine, was throwing an obscenely lavish party for her husband’s birthday, so I figured I’d head on over and help myself to a little cake and champagne. If there was no one interesting in attendance (and when I’m drunk, you really don’t need to be that interesting), I planned to just stay over as his special gift. I’d probably done Deb more times than her bubbly hubby had and Jack never seemed to be particularly put out when I’d climb into the old marital bed with the both of them.

By nine o’clock, things were progressing along as you’d think. I made banal and shallow conversation with people who I barely knew and liked even less, while consuming unwise amounts of mid-priced cabernet. My pretty head was swimming a little bit by the time they reached the cake cutting ceremony. That rich buttery icing was beginning to look about as appetizing as most of my fellow guests and then I saw her. She walked into the room like the sun returning to the Earth after a long cold winter. Babs was a fucking first-round knockout. I started lubricating before she even took off her coat. The next part was tricky. It was important to play it cool but not wait too long or she’d be buried under a pile of men before I got a chance to talk to her.

“Hi there,” I smiled, handing her an obscenely-sized glass of champagne. “So, how do you know Deb?” Gosh she looked edible.

“I met her through her work,” she smiled back.

Debbie was in the medical referral business, so I didn’t delve into the subject any deeper, lest I delve into something really icky.

At first I was just interested in the mind-blowing sex but as I got talking to her, there was more to this girl that an ass that cried out for a spanking. Barb had such a great sense of humor and a brain that made me wish I hadn’t had so much to drink. This was soooo the girl I wanted to take home and possibly even stay home with.

I started out with witty conversation and a light flirt. The glass I had in my hand went unsipped the rest of the night. It was time to get my faculties back, if I was going to land the big catch of the evening. Sure, there was some well-hung competition but I held in there. Luckily for me, men don’t have a ginormous attention span when it comes to hunting their concupiscent prey and I was playing the long game not the schlong game.

“You know, I’ve really enjoyed talking to you, tonight,” I cooed, upping the flirt quotient just a tick.

“It was nice meeting you too,” she replied. I tried to detect any favorable coloring in her phrasing but she was very hard to read.

The party was beginning to wind down and it was time to make my move.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?” I batted my eyes.

“I have an early day tomorrow I’m afraid, but I would love to see you again.”

Shit! She was going to make me date her! Buy her dinners. Take walks through the some grass-infested park. Shit like that. And I did. I worked harder on getting into this girl’s pants than I’d worked on anything in my life. She’d give clues that she was interested and then the next minute she was pulling back. Girls can be so frustrating sometimes!

I was wanking it so much back then I could hardly feel the tips of my fingers. I gave up all my other “acquaintances”, just in case Babs called late one night and I was otherwise engaged.

We were out one night at a party and I managed to slide enough booze into her that she didn’t think she should drive home. Why, I hadn’t had that much to drink and my car was just outside! The only sensible thing would be to let me take her home. Which is exactly what I did. When we arrived her apartment, I insisted on escorting Babs up. Why, in her inebriated state, who knows what catastrophes might befall her.

There was lots of holding and body touching and supporting my giddy little angel as we navigated our way into the elevator. Once the doors closed and the floor was pushed, my strength inexplicably gave out and she fell face first into my lips. That first real kiss was as magical as a fucking Disney movie. I could almost see the cartoon birds flying around our heads as we smooched. My tongue practically loosened my two front teeth, trying to get into her mouth but I kept it at bay. Mustn’t rush things now I was standing at the very gate of her girly mansion.

“Ooh, sorry,” I lied.

“That’s okay,” she slurred. “I really like you.”

“Well, I like you too.” And I kissed her again. This time, I swear she kissed me back.

We got to Bab’s apartment door and I could feel my entire vaginal complex screaming for me to get my act together and close this deal. Anything but face another night getting whapped insensate by my own fingers. She tried to wave me off at the door but I insisted that she was in urgent need of guidance to her bed. I didn’t wait for an answer; I just pushed her through the door. Even shit-faced drunk, she was still eye-meltingly gorgeous. I felt quite guilty about taking advantage of her in her intoxicated state but hell, she wouldn’t let me fuck her sober!

I managed to maneuver her into her bedroom, assuring her that I was just going to deposit her onto the mattress and leave. I felt like such a guy, lying to her that way.

“I’m really fond of you,” Bab’s slurred again.

“And I’m fond of you,” I replied, giving her a big wet soul kiss as I placed her butt on the down comforter and began to take off her top.

“Noooo,” she half-protested.

“Now, you can’t sleep in your clothes,” I lightly admonished her and removed her bra. And oh how those girlies sang to me like they were the Judds as I sent them free. Perfect, beautiful, perky and right in front of my nose. I pretended to accidently grab a hold of them as I pushed her back on the bed in order to remove her jeans.

“No. I can’t…”

That’s all I let her get out. I put my mouth on hers and went to tongue town. I was unzipping her and unbuttoning me and lapping at her larynx. By the second or third minute of my brazen and unprovoked attack on her virtue, she was starting to reciprocate my rapid-fire ravishings. I felt her hand slide slowly up my skirt. I already had my blouse and bra off by this point – sometimes with straight girls, you have to act fast or they come to their senses. There was a slight pullback when I started to knead her naughties but I have a lot of experience polishing the puss and eventually her token resistance waned.

My skirt was on the floor and all that remained were those damned jeans. I lowered myself into position to spend some major face-time with her nipples, while also subtly yanking the pants off her hips. Once there was a little space to maneuver, I dropped my hand down to take that sweet maiden voyage down her slit slide. When I got there however, things were not as I expected. There were no shaved puffy lips and dripping honey that I could feel. I seemed to be holding a lump of flesh that I didn’t quite recognize.

“Maybe we should stop,” Bab’s whimpered.

Hell, if I was going to take her advice, we’d still have all our clothes on. I dove down for a closer look.

Was it? No it couldn’t be. A couple of delicate tugs and out popped a nice sized doowanger that she’d tucked-up in between his/her legs. Lord love a duck, I had myself a shemale! So now, I had this big cock in my face and I was trying to figure out what to do. Without the alcohol and the horniness, I might have walked away. But as it was, I’d come this far…

I dropped down, taking the swollen head into my mouth and basting it with my tongue. Little sighs and moans rose up through Bab’s throat as I tickled her nuts and nibbled my way up and down her shaft. The jeans came off pretty easily now. I lifted my leg over and plopped my vagina down on her face. My little Barbie doll dug into my lips and fuck-hole like she was searching for a dark chocolate truffle in there. Wow! I hadn’t done a sixty-nine with a cock in over a year but I was really digging this one. After a scrumptious amount of knob-gobbling and scrotum licking, it was time to turn that boat around and head into uncharted waters.

Bab’s seemed to have sobered up somewhat and twisted me onto my back. Quite nicely, as I recall. Now, I had this gorgeous girl on top of me, with her tits and long hair hanging down. There wasn’t a trace of masculinity up top, but down bottom…she was all man! Babs was as hard as a rock as she slid her generous slab of pant meant further and further inside me. Mother of all fuckers, it felt good! I reached up and grabbed hold of those amazing funbags and basked in their bouncy, jiggly glory as Barb started to pump her Johnson all the way up into my fallopian tubes. I could feel my cunt tighten around her rod as he powerfully rammed it home.  I wrapped my legs around hers, stared into that pretty face and let her hump me to a huge one. Massive blasts from quivery quim bombs exploded up from between my legs and practically blew the top of my head off. I had my nails dug so far into her ass, I could have gone bowling with her. My teeth were clenched and my pelvis was bouncing up and down like a lowrider’s car. Meanwhile, Bab’s was wanging away in there like she was trying to churn butter with her dick. The massive load of goo she fired into my vaginal canal made it feel like I had a firehose up my twat. The creamy overflow leaked back out the sides of my devastated orifice and dribbled onto the sheets and down the inside of my legs. After the main barrage of spectacular spasms had crested and ebbed, multitudinous ripples of after-cum rivulets flowed up through my torso and formed little tingly whirlpools in my tits. The afterglow was almost as good as the sex.

“Wow! That just about gave me an aneurysm. I’d like to have that orgasm laminated and keep it in my purse,” I cooed and snuggled in her arms. Men’s chests are okay, but I like boobs. But, I also like to play around with a guy’s soft one and balls after the big show, so that was really cool too. It didn’t take much tactile teasing to get it all stiff and lonesome again, so she flipped me over and gave my box another good bashing.

When we woke up in the morning, we had a lot to talk about. Once she fucked me, of course. My climax was so powerful it loosened two of my fillings.

“So, I assume you like boys,” I ventured.

“I like both and I really like you.”

Phew, that was a relief.

“I just feel more comfortable as a girl.”

“And what plans did you have for your appendage?”

“Well, I was going to get a vagina near the end of the year.”

“Oh please don’t,” I blurted out. “I adore you and you’re everything I want in a man and a woman.”

“Wow. You’re probably even more screwed up than me.”

“Just give me a chance to make you happy and give your cock a chance to make me happy.”

Babs thought it over for a minute or two…and then she fucked me again. I took that as a positive response.

Since that day, we’ve been “an item”. I let him have the odd boy and we go pussy hunting together. The girls we bring home are a little freaked out at first when they see “the surprise” but once I get through with them, they can’t get it inside them fast enough.

So, my name is Sandra and I’m bi – but luckily, Babs is my one-stop shopping. Wink!

 

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister