Descubriendo a Sissy

You were the weird kid in class. Always out of place. No taste or talent for sports. You seemed a bit gay to all of us.

Your effeminate figure, your round and prominent booty didn't help much either. But nobody was prepared for the surprise you gave us at that costume party. You were radiant. How well you looked in that dress, long hair, high heels. You were the most beautiful one at the party.






We started circling around your Booty and bet on who would take you to bed first. I was the boldest or the luckiest. You chose me among all and we went into the first bedroom we found.



Continued the surprises: not only were you more beautiful than my girlfriend:



Sucked better. You ate it with appetite, with hunger, savoring every inch, caressing with the tongue, embracing with lips, taking my cock to the bottom of your throat.



How long had you been wanting her? How many times did you masturbate imagining yourself as my slut, my slit, the hole where my semen would flow? That night became reality. The sigh that escaped you when I put it in was a declaration.



I never had it that hard. I never had a cock so long and fat.
I could make you come like a girl. And each of your orgasms deserved my cum. You were my wife until dawn.





When we separated, in the morning, and I saw you leaving, I realized that you had changed. Your booty was more rounded and firm, your hips swayed with rhythm, your legs were planted on the sidewalk. You were a woman. And I knew I only wanted to go back to having sex with you.