Met 2 s****rs with a secret - Sex Stories

Met 2 s****rs with a secret

... at her cock and saw, to my surprise, that her bush was matted with cum. Suddenly, I knew what that squeal had been earlier. As I had orgasmed into her mouth, so had she orgasmed involuntarily. "You naughty girl," I said. "I'm going to have to change the sheets." "Mmm, not yet," she said. "They're just going to get messy again." I laughed. "True, true." We lay in silence for a few moments. "Can I ask you something, Asha?" I said. "Of course," she replied. "Why did you do it? Why did you become a girl?" "I didn't. I was born a girl. I was never a boy." "I don't understand." "I mean, on the inside. People might have thought I was a boy. I might have looked like one or dressed like one, but that was never me. This is the real me." "How old were you?" "Twelve, when I began living as a girl full time." Asha told me more details of how she had transitioned from the lie of being a boy to the truth of being a girl. She told me about visiting psychologists, talking to her parents and how understanding they had been, taking hormone treatments, and finally taking the big step that changed her life. She became on the outside the person she had always been on the inside. I admired her courage and her determination. I knew I never would have had the strength to attempt something like that. I could feel my sexual energy building again as we talked. By the way that Asha began to shift restlessly, I sensed the same was true for her. She asked me if I had any kind of lubricant. I told her ...

... there was KY jelly in the medicine cabinet. She rose from the bed and walked into the en suite. I watched her butt wiggle as she walked. It looked so inviting. When Asha returned to the bedroom, I could see that her cock had begun to rise again. She cuddled up against me and placed the bottle of jelly in my hand. "What's this for?" I asked, knowing the answer but not wanting to sound like I was expecting it from her. "Don't be a tease," she said, grinning at me. "You know . . ." "Well," I said, toying with her, "it's lubricant, so you want me to lubricate something. But what?" "Come on, Devon," she said, slapping me on the shoulder. "I have no idea." "My . . . my butthole . . ." "Whatever for?" "Because," she said, now shifting positions again, getting on all fours, "I want that big dick of yours all the way up there. Now get to it before I decide I don't want to give you any more tonight." "Yes, ma'am!" I said eagerly. Asha smiled approvingly and then turned her ass towards me. I rose up and knelt behind her. I squirted a bit of the KY jelly at the top of her crack and it ran all the way down. I slipped my fingers between the cheeks and greased up the crack. Asha reached behind and spread her cheeks apart with one hand to grant me better access. I could see her dark rosebud there, waiting for me to enter. I squirted some of the jelly on my finger, then pressed it against the rubbery orafice. I applied a little pressure and the tip slipped inside. Asha let out a soft sigh. I slid ...