Born to Be a Girl: M***rs' Choice - Sex Stories

Born to Be a Girl: M***rs' Choice

... my penis had become rigid. Then he slowly inserted a finger, sliding it in and out. My back began to arch, this just might be better than before, as he said. Then he slid a second finger in. My hips started to move in rhythm seemingly on their own. Then, with his fingers still in my butt, he brought his lips to my ear and whispered “I'm going to fock you like a guy focks a girl now, would you like that?”. I nodded and shouted “Yes, oh yes, my love. Fock me like a girl, put your cock deep inside me!”. He did just that, gently. It hurt a little until he put it all of the way in, and let my anus (I guess I should now call it my vagina) adjust. When he started to move, I began to lose my mind. I spent much of that time fading in and out of lustful bliss. I heard him tell me that he was about to come, and I told him, loudly, to fill me with his sperm, to impregnate me. “Don't you dare pull out, keep pounding my pussy until my belly is overflowing with your come.”, I heard myself say. He obliged, coming twice more into my vagina, taking me from five different positions. I thought that I would expire from pleasure. My mind was blank, and my entire focus was on the movement of his cock in my vagina. When we were through, and could barely move, I managed to kiss him softly and tell him that I loved him, and that we should do that more ...

... often. He agreed, and told me that I was wonderful, and that he could not believe just how lucky he was that I chose to date him. “I thought that I was the luckiest guy in school when you accepted my proposal, but now, I feel like the luckiest guy on earth.”, he said. I smiled, but then a look of worry must have shown on my face, because he stroked my cheek and told me that my secret was safe with him. I kissed him again, and told him that I was the lucky one. We held each other for what seemed like hours. When I looked at the clock, I shot out of bed in a panic. “Quick, get dressed!” I said, cleaning up the room, putting my clothes on, and rinsing out the glasses that we had the drinks in. My parents were just coming in the house when we got back to the couch in the living room. I greeted them, walked my boyfriend to his car, kissed him goodnight, then came back in and went to bed. The next morning at breakfast, my f***r asked if I was alright with him knowing my secret, and if I had practiced safe sex. “How do they always know.”, I thought. “D***d!”, I whined, and he laughed. “As long as your safe and happy, my daughter.”, my m***r chimed in. They also told me that if I wanted the operation that would make me a woman physically, it could be my graduation present, provided that I continue to keep my 4.x G.P.A., and pass the S.A.T.'s.