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Section 1
One weekend afternoon, my husband was out amusing himself with friends, and I, Yanyan, was home alone resting, when the doorbell suddenly rang. I opened the door, and it turned out to be my crossdressing girlfriend, Yaqi.
The moment Yaqi stepped inside, he said to me, "Yanyan, I'm sorry! A couple of days ago I bought a few shemale porn discs, but my computer broke, and I really have no way to watch them. Would it be all right if I watched them here?"
"You actually want to watch shemale porn in my house?" Just as I was about to let him have it, I noticed that when Yaqi looked at the little tank top and hot pants I was wearing, a look of being tempted actually showed in his eyes.
Seeing the lecherous way Yaqi was staring at me, a sudden urge to tease him rose in me. So I ran my hand along my smooth white thigh, put on a very sexy act, and said, "Have I gotten fatter than before?"
Yaqi was so wholly absorbed in staring at my sexy body that he showed no reaction at all to what I had said. I thought to myself, you little shemale pervert, today's your lucky day—I'm bored at home anyway—so I told Yaqi to come into the living room and watch with me.
Once the disc started playing, the screen kept filling with scenes of shemales making love. The sex organs of the men and women on screen were rendered in every minute detail. When the male lead's thick penis appeared on the monitor, I couldn't help stealing a glance at Yaqi's skirt, and I found that his skirt was tented—his body was reacting—and I also noticed that Yaqi kept sneaking looks at my body.
The picture grew even bolder then. Several pairs of naked men and shemales appeared on the screen, and extreme close-ups of their contact kept coming one after another. A shemale took a man's penis into her mouth and sucked desperately, and in the end was sprayed until her mouth and face were covered in semen. On the other side, a man shoved his penis into a shemale's anus and thrust wildly, and when he pulled out, his penis was like a water gun, spraying semen all over the shemale's smooth back at random. All kinds of strange, fantastic scenes of coupling poured out without end, leaving us marveling.
After about half an hour, Yaqi finally couldn't hold back any longer. Trembling, he said to me, "Yanyan, your figure and your looks are a thousand times better than the women in that shemale porn. May I please see your beautiful body?"
If Yaqi had said something like that to me on an ordinary day, I would certainly have scolded him, but this time, for reasons I didn't understand, I agreed at once. Then I went straight into the bedroom and changed into a white bra. The fabric was very thin, so my body showed through in a half-hidden, half-revealed way. For my lower half I changed into a T-back panty. The little patch of white, semi-sheer triangular cloth in front let my pubic hair show faintly, and the thin string in back left nearly my whole bottom bare.
By then I could see that the thing under Yaqi's skirt was swollen until it could swell no more, yet Yaqi was still doing his best to hide the excited look on his face. Seeing Yaqi in that strange state, I meant to tease him again and tempt him further. I pulled aside the little white cloth at the front of my panties and let Yaqi see my pubic hair.
When Yaqi saw what I did, a look of astonishment flashed across his face at once, and he stared at my lower body, dumbstruck.
Even I didn't know why I was being so open, but when I saw Yaqi's lustful expression and the way his skirt hem was riding high, I felt a thrill, and an excitement I had never known before.
Then Yaqi swallowed and said, "Yanyan, your body really is beautiful!"
A smile that was both proud and shy rose to my face, and I said with satisfaction, "Are you satisfied now?"
Still trembling, Yaqi answered, "Not quite. Could you show a little more?"
At that my mood tightened in spite of myself. I was already someone's wife—why was I still baring my body in front of a crossdressing man? Was this a betrayal of my husband? And yet why did it bring me such boundless pleasure? After a round of inner struggle, in the end I could not withstand the temptation that my sense of guilt itself had brought.
Without hesitation I took off my bra and laid my lovely breasts completely bare before Yaqi's eyes. The instant Yaqi saw my two round mounds of flesh spring free, he couldn't help gasping in wonder, "Yanyan… your tits… I mean your breasts… no, no… your chest… so beautiful… really so beautiful…"
Seeing the wonder on Yaqi's face, I felt a satisfaction I had never known. But right on its heels came a shame like that of a wife straying from her marriage. In that moment I felt a burn spread across my cheeks. I couldn't help lowering my head, and I said, a little shyly, "You little pervert! Seen enough yet?"
This time Yaqi was no longer trembling. Instead, as if perfectly justified, he demanded that I take off my panties and let him see my private parts!
I began to feel a little troubled. This was, after all, the most private place on a woman's body. Apart from my husband, I had never shown it to a crossdressing man.
I hesitated a while, and under the clash of guilt and satisfaction, I gave in once more. I steeled myself, yanked my panties off hard, and bared my slender lower body and my thick black pubic hair.
As if I were afraid Yaqi still couldn't see clearly, I parted my legs a little and used my fingers to spread my labia, revealing the tender red flesh inside my vulva, so that Yaqi could clearly see the little clitoris within, showing him the most mysterious place on a woman's body.
Honestly, even I was truly startled by what I had done. I believe Yaqi had never imagined I could be so wanton.
Crossdressed as he was, Yaqi could no longer bear a sensual shock that strong. He came forward at once and pressed me down onto the sofa. Of my own accord I spread my legs, so that Yaqi's eyes could examine every inch of my alluring sex.
When my whole vulva lay utterly uncovered before Yaqi's eyes, I felt a hot current surging against my lower body. I trembled without meaning to, and my juices slowly seeped from my little hole.
Yaqi could no longer restrain the fire of desire in him. His penis, in extreme excitement, engorged and stood erect. His breathing grew extremely rapid, and the blood throughout his body rushed wildly. Yaqi reached out and stroked my smooth, tender calves, then slowly moved his hands upward and kneaded my thighs. When Yaqi's hands reached the roots of my thighs, I unconsciously parted my legs a little more, so that he could more freely, slowly, stroke from my thighs to my hips.
Then Yaqi sat down beside me and took hold of my shoulders, moving his hands downward. While Yaqi was caressing me, I found myself moaning without meaning to, "Mm… mm… so… good… mm… it feels so good… mm…" and a hint of a lewd expression showed on my face.
By then desire was burning through me as well. I took Yaqi's hand of my own accord and guided it downward in a caress. When Yaqi touched my breasts, my body couldn't help giving a shiver. I closed my eyes, and Yaqi, without the least reserve, took my nipple into his mouth and sucked, while his hand moved between my thighs and stroked my vulva and my labia.
My lips parted slightly. I arched my chest so Yaqi could suck, and moan after moan spilled from my mouth. My body twisted like a water snake, and my waist kept thrusting up and down. Then Yaqi pulled his skirt down as well, baring the penis that was already hard as iron. Oh! I had never imagined that Yaqi, after sixteen or seventeen years of crossdressing, would still have a penis so thick and strong—dark, long, and thick—nothing like the little soft ones in the shemale films.
I gripped Yaqi's big cock and stroked it without stopping, my fingers rubbing his glans again and again. Lewd, delicate cries spilled from my mouth as I lost myself in an excitement I had never known: making love with a woman who had a cock. I even lifted my body higher, stroking my own breasts in a very provocative way, teasing Yaqi with everything I had.
Crossdressed as he was, how could Yaqi withstand teasing like that? His whole body shook. One hand cupped my waist, and then he raised his penis and roughly tried to force it straight into my vagina, which was burning like fire.
Yaqi's breathing and mine were both extremely rapid, like an arrow set on the string, as if we meant to let the fire of desire burst out completely.
At that moment I felt an intense itch inside my vagina. My clitoris was swollen, and my juices flowed without cease, as if preparing to welcome whatever Yaqi was about to do next. Yaqi set my legs up on his shoulders, then lifted his penis and pushed it toward my vagina. At last the two of us became one, truly and completely joined.
The sex scenes Yaqi had once been able to see only in crossdressing pictures or shemale porn had now, at last, become real.
Just as Yaqi and I were melting together like water and rain, my ideas about men and women suddenly woke me in the midst of the pleasure. I held Yaqi tightly and said, "Oh… mm mm… we still… shouldn't… oh… I… I'm a wo… a woman… ah… we should still stop…"
Yaqi was desperately spending the fire of his desire on my body. How would he pay any mind to what I said? Even as I kept pleading, Yaqi still drove his penis hard, probing deep into my little hole, going deeper and deeper, burning my desire through and through.
Then Yaqi bent down, put out his tongue, and licked at my lips, invading my last line of defense, seeking to conquer me completely. Yaqi's tongue teased me until I was panting oh, oh in a delicate cry, and with his penis moving in and out of my vagina without stopping, my lust broke loose completely. By then I had decided to cast aside every taboo. I opened my mouth to meet Yaqi's tongue and kissed him wetly with everything I had. And my hands, keeping time with the rhythm of Yaqi's thrusts, took a vibrator and drove it hard in and out of Yaqi's asshole.
Yaqi and I went at it harder and harder. We had already abandoned every so-called idea of man and woman, and sunk completely into the pleasure of sex.
Yaqi's penis struck me like wave after wave. At last I yielded under Yaqi's fierce assault and kept spilling filthy, wanton words: "Oh oh… my… good… Yaqi… so good… my beautiful husband… mm mm… ah… harder…"
Hearing himself called beautiful husband, how could Yaqi have any reason not to go all out? Yaqi and I went at it harder and harder. My juices splashed everywhere. Both my hands gripped the vibrator even harder where it was buried in Yaqi's asshole, driving it up and down with all my strength. My body kept swaying, the moans in my mouth grew more urgent, and we were about to reach the final moment of decision.
Yaqi could hold back no longer. At last he cried out, "Yanyan… I… my little brother… I… I can't… take it… it feels so good… it really feels so—" Before he finished speaking, Yaqi could endure no more. His body drove forward hard, and then he trembled without stopping as he shot thick semen, sending it along my vagina into my womb.
At that moment I reached my climax too. "Ah ah ah… oh oh oh… mm mm mm… I'm… coming… ah ah… mm mm…!"
After the climax, I kept gasping for breath. The arms that held Yaqi slowly loosened. My body was so spent that I lay sprawled like the character for "big," and now and then I still moaned mm and ah.
Yaqi was spent too, lying on top of me to rest, unwilling to draw his penis out of my warm, slick vagina, lingering over every minute and every second of our joining.
As Yaqi's penis softened, I signaled for him to pull out of my body. Then I reached out and gently stroked Yaqi's penis, and at last I opened my mouth, took Yaqi's penis inside, and swallowed what semen remained. Under my caresses, Yaqi's face was full of ease and pleasure.
I looked up, saw the utter satisfaction all over Yaqi's face, and couldn't help asking whether this was the first time he had made love with a woman while crossdressed. Yaqi looked at me and nodded shyly. After that, his face full of embarrassment, he put his clothes back on, said goodbye, and hurried home.
After Yaqi left, I was so tired I could barely stand. I dropped onto the sofa. When I thought of how Yaqi had given me both his asshole and his penis, I felt an unaccountable sense of delight. But then I suddenly remembered that these past few days happened to be my ovulation period, and I realized with a shock that just now Yaqi and I had truly lost ourselves with no protection at all. If Yaqi's semen had gotten me pregnant, how would I explain it to my husband? That would be a great deal of trouble.
I'd just deal with it when the time came! Next time I made love with Yaqi, I would simply have to be more careful!
All the way, I kept savoring how Yaqi, once crossdressed, possessed both a beautiful woman's looks and a thick penis, and I stayed drunk on the lingering echoes of our climax, until, without knowing it, I fell asleep…