All The Way (Part 3) - Sex Stories

All The Way (Part 3)

... be in town that weekend. In the meantime I kept on going back to the adult bookstore and having fun in the arcade. Once I even went to the theater and got fucked by every man in there, well at least quite a few of them. Sometimes I'd go to a bar and pick up a man for a quick one in a hotel, or the backseat of his car or anywhere we weren't likely to get caught. Mt attire for these bar fucks was pretty much the same; no bra, no panties, stay up stockings, a dress easy enough to take off or at least raise up quickly, and four inch come fuck me heels. When Kathy was out of town with her boss I'd pick up a man every night she was gone and bring him home with me. It took me several months to finally find a guy, Jeff, that liked me for more than an easy fuck. He actually wanted to see me again even after we had sex on the first date. For the first time in my life as a woman I started dating. We'd go out to eat or to a movie or dancing two or three times a week and then we always wound up in bed together, sometimes mine, sometimes his. Surprisingly, he even liked me after I confessed that I used to be a man. “It doesn't matter to me what you used to be,” Jeff told me one night after a good round of sex in his bed, “that's all behind you now. I used to go out and try to score every night, and really racked up an impressive number of women.” “I know what you mean, I used to go out and try to get a man to pick me up just for sex. I was a real slut,” I told him. “Well, I'd prefer that ...

... you be my slut only,” he laughed and kissed me hard while fondling my breasts. Jeff didn't have the biggest cock I'd ever fucked but he wasn't the smallest to ever be in my pussy by any means. He did however have the shortest recovery period of any man I'd ever known oftentimes fucking me three or four times a night. Well, at least he got it hard that often and used it on me with excellent results. And talk about staying power, he could fuck my ass, pussy or mouth for more than an hour before he shot his load. I began foregoing our parties just to be with him. For nearly three months the only cock to get into my pussy was Jeff's and he kept me happy and very well satisfied. Kathy even liked him and said he was just perfect for me and that maybe I'd found the man to become his little housewife. When I told her he wanted me to move in with him she was all for it, especially since she had a man to take care of her needs, which I could no longer do, or even want to for that matter. I was still seeing my doctor regularly, though not the surgeon who'd actually formed my vagina, but the one who checked my hormone levels, did the blood tests, and gave my pussy womanly examinations. He knew I was sexually active and I had told him a little about the wonderful man in my life named Jeff. He even told me that his son, who was about my age, was named Jeff as well. Every time I saw him it was always the same, he'd tell me at the end of my exam, “Everything is just fine, and no, you're not ...