From Anton to Antonia - Sex Stories

From Anton to Antonia

... won’t be long, his train was delayed and the battery of his mobile was flat, so he called the land line to warn me.” Rachael’s room was a mess, cupboards open and piles of clothes strewn everywhere. We chatted for a while as she inspected another draw. “You ever dressed like a girl? she asked me as he held up a denim waistcoat. “You have the pretty face and good figure.” I blushed again thinking of Julian and Rosie. Rachael saw me colouring up and giggled, “Try that on,” she said throwing it towards me. It fitted easily and its pinched waist gave me a more feminine look. “Hey Antonia try the skirt that goes with it,” she threw more denim at me. I felt a bit embarrassed being called Antonia and being dressed by Danny’s sister, but I turned away to push my trousers down. “Come on Honey we are all girls together,” she laughed. I pulled the skirt up; it too was a good fit. “And get rid of those stupid boxers,” Rachael said throwing me a black thong. The boxers hit the floor in an instant and soft feminine material was wrapped around my cock and balls again. Rachael looked at the result and smiled a naughty smile, then she opened another box; I gasped as she pulled a long blonde wig out. Expertly she started to transform me; hair, makeup and flavoured lip-gloss, then pulling my socks off and she knelt to slide a pair of holdups under my skirt and up over my thighs. She couldn’t have missed my dick, it had broken loose of the thong and now lay stiff along my leg. “Ever fucked a ...

... girl Anton?” she asked softly. I blushed and nodded. “Did you enjoy it?” Her voice was searching and seductive, I felt a sexy shiver along my spine as I thought of Dianna’s open wet pussy and the hard fuck that Rosie and I had on the drive home, I nodded again. “Come and fuck me,” Rachael said as she led me to her bed, she pulled her knickers off and lay back, legs open inviting my entry. “I thought you preferred girls?” I said staring at the dark fanny lips and tuft of brown curls above them. “Dressed like that Anton, you’re a girl with a stiff dick, what could be better?” I pulled my skirt up and mounted her; her hand guided my prick to her hole. “Don’t worry about pulling out when you’re close,” she whispered. “I’m on the pill. Most of my girlfriends are married these days and still have their hubby’s spunk in them when we meet.” This was only the third pussy I’d been into; she felt hotter than Dianna or Rosie, but still with that feminine wetness. The thought of seeing Danny had made me randy, but my alter ego in girly cloths I was wearing made me even more randy. It was fast and intense for both of us, my balls slapped against her; her wetness soaking into the thong. I felt a finger crept into my ring. “Is that where you let your boyfriends fuck you? She panted.” “Yes they love it and so do I,” I gasped. I knew she must be thinking about me and her brother. I’d seen girls enjoying anal sex on the web and I wanted to try a girls arse, so while her finger was pressed deeply ...