At long finale, it was about to pass. What I 've always dreamed and longed for : to be dressed and made up as a woman and to have

male-female sexual congress with a man !

My friend is James Worth. Henry James is a handsome, virile man who has confided in about me his bisexuality. And I have likewise

confided in Henry James about my feminine, bisexual preference. We are a utter match, for James has always wanted as a lover a man who

pretends to be a woman.

James River told me that he often fantasizes while having sexual sexual congress with his wife that she is actually a manlike transvestite. He told me

that he always becomes more sexually excited when thinking that his penis is thrusting inside his fleshly shemale lover 's alternate vagina.

James believes that a true cross-dresser is more alluring and feminine than nigh genetic women, because the transvestite act more feminine

and is more athirst to feel and experience the thrill and joy of the hard shaft than to the highest degree genic women.

James is making stimulation dear to me on the lounge. He has taken off my skirt and unbuttoned my blouse. I am still wearing my padded long-line

bra, waist cincher, garter belt, sheer nylon stockings, spiked open-heel shoes, panty and my black, aphrodisiacal and very lacy good slip.

My brass is made up and my shoulder-length wig is carefully combed. My chest and legs have been carefully shaved to remove all suggestion of

unwanted haircloth. I am wearing a drop necklace and alluring dangling earrings.

Jesse James is holding me in his weaponry and deep-mouth French kissing me as his hands fondle my second joint, legs, and tail end. My little cock is

flat up against my breadbasket, constrained by my waist cincher and confined by my char 's pantie. Tonight, this short hard cock of mine is to

my clitoris. James has told me this about my button many times in readiness for our intimate Union. James is truly

in-charge. He has made this obvious, just as he has told me how desirable I am to him. He looks intently into my

centre and, while he kneads my panty-clad hind end, he says, `` Brenda, darling. Your center are so beautiful. I can see through them all the

way to your vagina ! '' As he said this his finger pressed into the silk of my panty, finding its way between my asscheeks.

James was now gently finger-fucking my foster vagina. I looked him in the eyes and said, `` Oh, James, I need you so, I want to

feeling you inside me ! '' He got up from the lounge and took my hand. He led me to the bedroom and instructed me to get in bed. He placed a rest

under my butt to shore up me up. He then took off my panties, but left them dangling over my left mortise joint. . His eight-inch cock was rigid and so handsome. I

could n't postulate my eyes off of it. I was so excited knowing that his cock was hard for me !

He knelt on his genu on the bed, facing me. He told me to place my legs over his shoulder. clip seemed to slow. The outcome were now in

tiresome motion. My world was focused on the view of my heaving bra cupful constrained by my bra and slip-up. My slip was pulled up above my waist.

My `` button '' was sticking straight up in the air. Just below my clitoris was St. James'rigid turncock. He applied K-Y jelly to his boastfully

tool, and then he worked some of the lubricant into my rosebud. I cried out, `` Do me ! Please assume me '' He replied, `` Yes Brenda. I need you so badly. ``

With this, I could see and experience his hard cock slowly still interior of me, until his breast was fill up enough that I could contact and rub

him. The sight of my nylon legs astride his broad shoulders, my consistency attired in women 's intimate undergarment. The incongruity of the

unmistakable comportment of a humble but very hard penis protruding from the `` char 's '' inguen, in what otherwise appears to be a completely

heterosexual brace beginning coitus.

Now James is momentarily still. I can feel his unfeelingness abstruse inside me. I feel so womanly and desired. My sexual feelings are to a greater extent

intense than they ever before. I ca n't imagine why I would ever require to be with a woman when I can be a char in this way ! And, I 'm not a

gay woman ; but a fully straight woman !

Now, James River begins to slowly shove inside me. My deputy vagina cling tightly to his penis. I can experience every delectable inch of his

mantool. As he slides in and out, my head 's eye tracks the movement of his cockhead inside me. I know that the stimulation of his cockhead

against the nasty confines of my deputy vagina must be giving him immense delight. I hope his the pleasure he is feeling is as intense as the pleasure he is now giving me.

I am now fully adjusted to his cock, and he is able to thrust inside me with ease. I want him, oh I want to feel his semen. I cry out,

'' Jesse James ! fuck me immobile ! Do me ! Do me ! Please do n't stop ! ''

With this, my fan begins to fuck me degraded. I can now get wind the bed spring squeaking. Wow ! My small rooster fizzle about

as my trunk takes the now-jack power hammer drive of my devotee. I grab my fall flat emasculate stick and set about to jack off as I take my lover 's

profound sexual stab. Suddenly, James'face stiffens and he cries out, `` piece of tail ! Fuck ! Take my cum my scented bitch ! '' My

darling now gives me those last short strokes. OMG ! I can feel his semen flooding deep into my bowel ! I feel my own flood tide

as my epicene stick to shoots my juices onto my tummy and onto his groin. I cry out, `` I 'm a fulfil woman ! ``

I ca n't grasp why I had waited so long to get a line this pleasure .