by T.S.Severe

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, TransGender, Gang Bang, Interracial, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A lazy Sunday afternoon story about the perfect transsexual girlfriend. You know, the one who doesn't mind fucking your best friends in the living room?

"Are you sleeping, Amy?" His voice was soft, caressing my ears like his hand moving along my spine.

"Mmmm..." I just sighed, keeping my brown eyes closed and giving Sam a little smile that he probably couldn't see. My hair was all over the place, too long, too black, and just too ... Much. He liked my hair though, so I didn't mind.

I was face down on his bed, the way I liked to spend my Sunday afternoons and I guessed the football game was over, or maybe it was just halftime. Yeah, that's what it was. I could hear his friends laughing, their loud voices happily muted by the walls and doors that separated us. I didn't mind that either, a man needs his friends and I got along with them okay, although it had been a little tricky at first.

"The guys want to go out for pizza after the game." Sam told me and he was climbing on top of me, straddling my bare thighs and I could feel his jeans, cool and a little rough like soft sandpaper against my light brown skin.

"Hmmm..." I sighed, feeling his hands on my back, moving up and down, massaging me the way I liked it. He'd squeeze my shoulders and bring his hands along my sides, playing against the swell of my flattened breasts, and further, across my waist to my panties. Then Sam moved inward, his thumbs in the small of my back, kneading my flesh and bringing a soft groan of approval out of me before pressing their way back up to do it all over again.

"You're so beautiful..." he breathed and I felt him shifting, just a little so he could rub his trapped cock against my ass, grinding against me gently and using that massage as an excuse.

"Careful..." I sighed happily. " ... You might miss your football game."

"Can't help it," Sam chuckled and lowered his body carefully onto mine, taking his weight on his arms and knees, but giving me enough of him to feel the burden of love.

Sam was so much larger than my five foot four body, nearly a foot taller and fifty or sixty pounds heavier than my deceptive one twenty. I don't look like I weigh that much, especially with my narrow hips and smooth flat tummy. Maybe it's all in my tits, I thought with a giggle, because they're perfect 34C's and seemingly too large for the rest of me. Like my ass, which is small and tight and wonderfully pert as they say. Sam loved my butt.

He brought his face to mine, urging me to lift my head slightly, parting my lips as his tongue slipped into my warm willing mouth. We kissed lazily, with a languid passion that suited my mood perfectly. I sucked Sam's tongue like a soft pink cock, closing my lips around it and teasing it with my own. His hardness was apparent now, pushing against my panty covered ass and I rolled my hips beneath him, teasing my boyfriend in the simplest of ways.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I breathed a minute later, opening my eyes finally to see his handsome face, his soft brown eyes and generous smile.

"I have to now," he laughed and kissed my cute little nose, making me giggle. Sam always knew how to make me happy and he didn't have to do anything but be himself.

I waited patiently while he slipped off me, undressing quickly and the only movement I made was to pull the hair from my eyes so I could admire his body. Sam was pale and lean, athletic with muscles and thin brown hair over his legs. A thicker patch surrounding his meaty cock and heavy balls, and then a narrow little strip rising to his belly button. His cock was hard already, large enough without being too big. It was perfect for me, nice and fat and wet with precum.

He reached for my panties, licking his lips as he pulled them down slowly, all the way down my legs and off my feet as I lifted them. He brought his mouth to my ass, just like I knew he would, kissing my firm cheeks and then licking between them. It was wonderful for me and a shiver ran up my spine. I felt his hands taking me, his strong fingers pulling my ass apart for his loving attentions. He kissed the tight brown sphincter of my anus, smelling of strawberries from my recent bath, the perfumed beads that I liked to soak in.

I sighed and grabbed tiny fistfuls of sheet as I felt Sam's tongue against me, licking my asshole lightly and then harder, tickling me with the tip of his tongue and coaxing my muscles to relax and let him in. He was going to do me right, the way he always did, eating my ass for a good long while until I was writhing beneath his fingers, feeling my arousal as a desperate need to have the man inside me.

Sam slid his hand beneath me after a few moments, reaching between my spread thighs to find my hard penis and silky balls. He pulled my penis back so that it pointed towards my feet, trapped stiff against the bed and throbbing beneath my supple sack. He kissed my balls first, taking my hairless scrotum into his mouth and washing me carefully, rolling my testes around with his tongue. Sam loved my balls more than any other part of me, I think. He brought a finger to my asshole while I was busy feeling good, and then made me gasp as I felt him entering me slowly, working that finger back and forth to the first knuckle and beyond.

I opened for him easily and when Sam had his finger completely inside me, he let my balls go with a soft wet plopping sensation. He licked the underside of my penis briefly, just teasing me with his tongue, and then went back to my ass. He was getting me loose and ready for his big cock, eager for it as well, and he worked his warm spit inside me for many more minutes, until I was begging him with a panting voice to make love to me.

"Amy..." he sighed, bringing his cockhead to my anus and pushing against me with a steady pressure.

I would open for him just fine, there was little doubt of that, and the discomfort was a momentary thing. I'd been fucked a thousand times, since I was a preteen ladyboy in Singapore, working the clubs on Bugis Street, now I was in America. An eighteen year old girl on a student visa, a gift from the Gates Foundation and their charitable efforts to save exploited children like me. That I was really sixteen hardly mattered and in truth I didn't even know when my real birthday was. I'd borrowed a birth certificate from a friend and my sponsor, a pleasant Englishman who'd made use of my services on numerous occasions, had done the rest. He might have expected me to try and be the boy I'd been born, but that was impossible. I've been a girl as long as I can remember and I'm comfortable in myself.

Besides, I already have the body and it would be a real waste of money to undo all the work my old Malaysian owner had put into me. My pouting lips, pert little nose, and especially my perfect 34C tits, they'd cost a pretty penny or two. He's an unhappy man now, I'm sure, but I'll never see him again, or his bamboo cane. Once I have my degree I can do anything, even stay in America, possibly. I hope so anyway. I might even get sexual reassignment surgery, but I don't think so. I like my little penis. I'm used to it and I've met a lot of men who don't mind if I have a little something extra to offer. A lot of them like that part best of all and I'm constantly spoiled by their attentions.

Sam knew I had other friends, as I liked to call them, but they weren't my boyfriends. That was Sam and he was the one I stayed with, the one I gave my love to. The others were fun and profitable enough, but married or they had their own girlfriends. They were shy too; a lot of those guys, unwilling to expose their interest in a girl like me, and it's still like that. It'll never change, but I grew up a realist and the world and its irony holds little mystery for me. Sam loved me anyway and that was enough.

"Fuck Amy, you're so good around my cock, baby," Sam breathed into my ear and he was all the way in me now.

"Ummmm..." I moaned, wriggling my ass and squeezing it, massaging the man's prick as it slid easily back and forth.

He fucked me good and I was enjoying it a lot, that smooth stroking of Sam's cock as it stretched my asshole around him. He was just long enough to touch bottom in my ass, and if the angle was right he'd find my prostate, kissing it with his cock and making me shiver with pleasure. I could feel his balls pressed against mine when he'd go deep and hold himself there for a moment, grinding slowly before pulling back.

Sam was going to cum soon and maybe I would too, it always felt good and often I did orgasm with Sam, but not the way you might expect. My orgasms are more emotional, less physical than a man's, and I can cum without the release of semen from my balls. I lose my senses and feel the fever consuming me. My body shakes and my tummy tightens; my heart pumps violently to rush the ecstasy through my veins. It's intense and satisfying and leaves me giddy and weak afterwards. The best feelings in the world are those orgasms I shared with Sam.

"I'm going to cum, Amy. Christ, I'm going to cum, baby!" He was kissing me, fucking me hard and driving his cock into me so that the bed squeaked loudly beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall.

I gasped loudly, lifting my ass to meet him as best I could, feeling his cock seem to swell and then spasm in the tight confines of my ass. His seed spilled out quickly, filling my rectum with the distinct and heady sensation of semen spreading into the tender recesses of my hungry bowels. I love feeling a man cum inside me, it's something I've always enjoyed. The completeness of it, the satisfaction of being joined so intimately is like nothing else in the world and with other men I've always regretted the need for condoms. At least Sam could take me bareback and reward me with his creamy spend.

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