From Anton to Antonia - Sex Stories

From Anton to Antonia

... into me I slid my own finger up through her sweaty arse hole. She gasped and writhed with the intrusion and arched her back forcing her crutch harder towards mine. We wigged our fingers in each other’s rectums until it was too much for both of us. My balls exploded into her pussy and her muscles greedily milked them dry. We lay exhausted for a while then Rachael hauled me to a sitting position and re-applied my makeup. When Rachael had finished she stood me in front of the long mirror in her room. Okay, I was flat chested and my hips were square, but my legs were good, my plump round arse the boys liked so much, pushed the denim skirt out behind me. Then the wig, that just made we feel like somebody else, a girl that nobody knew, somebody that could be as bad as she wanted. I felt so sexy and so free. We heard the front door close and Danny called out as he climbed the stairs. “We are here in my room,” Rachael answered. “Have you met Antonia?” Danny stood for a moment staring, checking it was me under my new girly exterior; but he was also checking me out. “No, but I’d like to,” Danny said, lust burning in his eyes. He put his hands on my hips and gently backed me back against the wall. His face moved closer to mine, his tongue slid over my glossed lips tasting the cherry lipstick Rachael had applied, then his tongue drove deep into my mouth pushing my head back against the wall. His hands clasped my buttocks, fingers exploring the material of the denim skirt I was ...

... wearing; he ground his hips into me and kissed me deeper still. I’d always wanted to kiss him but he never would, for him I was a guy who didn’t mind him using my body for his pleasure, now, dressed as a girl, he wanted me. He slipped a hand up under my skirt and felt the broad expanse of thigh the thong gave me; then the hands strayed onto my bare buttocks until they found the thin strip of material covering his prize. “You have dressed to impress haven’t you. Does Antonia fuck on the first date? I hope so because I want to fuck her,” Danny whispered in my ear softly, but the last two words hung in the air. Normally I was just another guy who asshole he enjoyed, but dressed as a girl it was very different. He led me to his room, after draining my balls into his sister I felt so submissive that I just knelt on all fours on his bed. It was a way he had fucked me before, now Danny’s hands lifted my skirt exposing the thong I had been given; this was so easy, no fighting to pull trousers down and spoiling the moment as you pulled them and shoes off. “Let’s get you ready shall we?” Danny cooed from behind me. I felt the little rope covering my tight hole being moved aside; then his tongue circled my anus, it was still sweaty and slick from the fingering I had had in the other room. Then a cool lotion spread between my cheeks and another slippery finger worming into me. “Good girl,” he cooed. “A nice wet boy pussy waiting to be filled.” I heard the soft crack of his leather belt being ...