A New Day (MFF, trans, LP, cons) - Sex Stories

A New Day (MFF, trans, LP, cons)

... head, craning his neck for a better look, lifting up onto his elbows... She wasn't wearing a strap-on. It was her. She had a dick. He was being fucked by a shemale. "Oh, God," he groaned, half in horror, half in...he wasn't sure. "Yeah," the shemale moaned in agreement. She was quivering as she fucked him, moving her slender cock in and out of Patrick's asshole slowly, sinking in as deeply as she could on every stroke. "Hey, you started without me," a voice complained. Patrick looked to his right, to the doorway, where a short woman stood. Very short, he saw. The top of her head just cleared the doorknob. She was wearing one of his t-shirts, his old AC/DC concert shirt. It hung like a nightgown on her small body. She grinned as she walked into the room, peeling off the shirt, revealing her naked body. Like most little persons, she had shorter than average arms and legs, but it wasn't very noticeable. She had tiny breasts, small pointed cones on her pale chest capped with pink nipples. Below, her pussy was neatly trimmed, her pubes as blonde as the hair on her head. She climbed up onto the bed with only a little difficulty, stretching her body out next to his. She grasped his cock in one of her small hands and stroked him. Immediately, his cock began to drool precum. He watched her wipe it off before licking the goo from her fingers. Then she kissed him. He could taste himself on her tongue. A normal man, he told himself, would have recoiled in horror, but he didn't. This ...

... was familiar, somehow. She was a good kisser, too, her tongue dancing a waltz around his inside his mouth. He snaked an arm around her torso, pulling her closer. Her kiss increased in passion. Patrick's mind was spinning. He had two beautiful women in his bed and no memory of how they had gotten here. True, one was a shemale and the other a little person, the last two types of female he ever expected to score with, but that only made the mystery stranger. He remembered his friends insisting on taking him out to console him after his breakup. He remembered the first bar fairly clearly, the second with only fragmentary memory, and after that... He was not a heavy drinker, so it had not taken much to get him black-out d***k. What really confused him was his apparent lack of a hangover. Then again, he remembered telling himself when the night began to drink plenty of water. Most of a hangover was dehydration, after all. He had been a smart d***k, for a change. And, evidently, a silver-tongued one as well. The woman fucking him had said she'd wanted him "again." That implied there had been a first time. Likewise, the small woman in his arms felt equally familiar. His brain might have forgotten, but his body hadn't. He shivered as that special spot deep in his rectum was squeezed again. He moaned into the second woman's mouth. She broke the kiss, panting. "I can't believe how hot this is!" she said. "Pat, will you...will you eat me again like you did last night? Please?" "Yeah, of ...