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Pre-Op Roommate

By: Dracthyus



I was a few months away from graduating college with my Theater Arts degree when Mark, my roommate, told me he was going in for the sex change operation.

We popped a couple of beers and talked about this thing… he wasn’t sure whether he liked guys or not, he’d never done anything with them. But he liked dressing up like a woman, like acting like one, and felt like a woman trapped in a man’s body. It was weird as hell… Mark and I had been roommates since he started college just a couple of years before, and I’d never known any of this.

He didn’t think he was gay… he was going to get the surgery and become a lesbian, or something, though. He seemed really embarrassed, and asked me if I wanted him to move out.

It WAS going to be a freaky situation. Neither Mark nor I had much of a social life. I had the group from the Theater classes, and he had his marketing club, but this was they guy I hung out with most nights, eating pizza and watching TV. How this change in his life came about with me knowing absolutely nothing about it, I had NO idea, but I wasn’t gonna stop being his friend. I told him there was no need for him to move out, and that he was just as much a renter of the apartment as I was. It seemed settled.

He started the treatments just after I graduated. He had a couple of years of college to go, yet, but the apartment would still suit both of us, since I was looking for work close by. I managed to land a pretty good paying job at a local social clinic, since I had a lot of psychology under my belt. It turned out I was going to need all that training at home, too.

Mark started a program of hormone replacement therapy, and a few other chemical processes. After a couple of months of the treatment, his body chemistry was a raging mess, his emotional states would jump wildly, and he did indeed start looking much more feminine. He’d never been really built, as a guy, so it was gradually apparent that he was getting some curves… and some boobs. Not big ones, but they were there. He was going to get implants, at some point.

Even with all the female body chemistry, though, he still hadn’t undergone the major operation to alter his genitals, so he still had a pair of testicles filling him up with testosterone. The mood swings were, in large part, the two body chemistries fighting each other.

I guess I became a little distant… between getting a lot of overtime at the clinic, and not knowing how to handle his new status as a becoming “her,” I kinda kept to my room. But then there was that one day.


I came home really tired, and tossed my dress jacket over a chair, when I heard Mark crying, in the bathroom. I may have been uncomfortable with him, at the time, but I wasn’t a bastard. The door was open, and I poked my head in.

Mark was wearing a skirt and a blouse, trying to get accustomed to the female clothing. His hair had softened, and gotten a little longer, since he hadn’t cut it since before the treatments began. But his face looked like he’d been mugged by the Avon lady.

“What’s up, Mark?” I asked, leaning on the door jamb. He jumped, a little, and looked at me, huge rivers of badly-placed Mascara running down his cheeks.

“I… I wanted to try… try to look nice… and I got this stuff… and… it’s STUPID! STUPID!” He threw a handful of application sponges across the counter, and sat there crying.

I stepped forward, and examined the make-up he’d gotten. It was top of the line stuff… Mark’s folks were rich, and they apparently approved of his change, so he could afford the best makeup. But he had no idea how to apply it.

I put my hand on his shoulder… and it felt different. WAY different. Not the shoulder of the guy I would punch in the ribs when he was kicking my ass on the game system. It was softer… nicer… warmer. It was a woman’s shoulder. I continued on, though.

“Hey, it’s ok. You haven’t ever done this before, right?” 

He looked up at me with that clownish disaster of a face and nodded, quieting a little bit. I smiled.

“Look… Theater Arts degree, here. I’ve done more women’s make-up than I’ve had hot lunches. Let’s clean you up, and start all over, ok?”

He smiled… and it wasn’t a man’s smile. ‘Cause when guys smile at me, I don’t get warm in the crotch. I shoved the feelings down, though… this was Mark, my roommate. I showed him how to use Cold Cream to get the makeup off, and about a roll of toilet paper later, sat him down, facing the mirror, and began to apply the makeup myself.

“Start with the base… this is a good color. Pretty close to your own skin color. It’ll smooth out lines and such, not that you’ve got any to deal with, really. Gives you a good even tone. The lady at the makeup counter helped you pick this stuff, right?”

“Yeah,” he said, watching my hands deftly coat his face in a thin layer of the powder.

“She made some good choices,” I said. I applied the blush, showing him how to accentuate his cheek bones, and the eye-shadow, which was a really sexy dark blue. His eyebrows were a little on the bushy side, but it had kind of a Brooke-Shields in the ‘80’s appeal, so we left them alone. The mascara brought out his naturally long lashes, and a deep maroon lipstick really set his lips off. I caught myself wondering if his lips had always been in that shape, or if the therapy was changing that, too.

A little powder, and some fixatives for the lipstick, and he was done… looking like anything BUT a “he.”

He gave me that smile again, in the mirror… and with the makeup, it got me a little hard. I was admonishing myself for needing a cold shower after spending time with my roommate, of all people, when he turned to me.

“Can you do something with my hair, too? It still looks too much like… well… like it’s always looked.”

“I’ll give it a try,” I said. “I didn’t do much with hair that wasn’t wigs, but it shouldn’t be too hard.”

And, really, it wasn’t… some styling gel, a couple of brushes, and his hair went from his usual unruly, parted-in-the-center mop to a gentle wave, down the sides of his face. He looked in the mirror and smiled… and I realized that I had made him look fucking hot.

“Oh, Dan… that looks GREAT!” he said, primping a little. His small, rounded breasts thrust against his blouse, when he did, and I had to start thinking about baseball. “How can I thank you?”

“Hey, I was glad to help,” I said. “I don’t like to see you upset.”

He looked down at his lap, and started to sniffle a little, again. I guess I might have had a little panic.

“Hey, hey, hey… let’s not mess up that mascara, that’s some of my best work! What’s wrong?”

“It… it’s nothing,” he said, as he rushed past me to the living room. I followed him, not sure of what to do or say.

“I’d like to know,” I said, sitting on the couch. He sat next to me… at the other end of the couch.

“I just… it seems like… you… you don’t want anything to do with me, any more…” he said, and started crying, and I felt like a COMPLETE heel.

“Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder again. Again, it was a different shoulder… not a “His” shoulder, but most definitely a “her” shoulder. He turned to me… and it wasn’t a “he” turning towards me, but most definitely a “she.”

“What?” she asked, eyes brimming with tears. I couldn’t think about him as a “he,” any more. Even though he still had some equipment between his thighs, Mark was definitely a “she” now.

“I… I guess I don’t know how to react to this… to you, and what’s happening,” I said. Honesty. It’s caused MORE problems…

“Well,” said Mark, “just… like always, right? I mean… I’m still the same person… just… well…”

“…Different,” I finished. She nodded, looking into my eyes.

“I’ve been kind of lonely,” she said, shrugging. “I mean… none of the people in the marketing club know how to handle this, and with no classes… I’ve been kind of stuck here, in the days… and at night… you don’t want to even look at me…”

I swallowed, feeling absolutely rotten. “Hey, Mark… I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t think about what you were going through… you know, with people. I’ll try to do better, ok?”

She smiled, and reached out, and squeezed my hand. It wasn’t a gesture he’d ever used before… but I liked it. Liked it because a pretty girl had just touched me.

“Man,” I said, “I’m gonna need a cold shower, or two, though.”

Mark seemed surprised, and pulled back a little. “What? Why?”

I looked at her again, and blinked. “’Cause you’re hot and gorgeous all at the same time, that’s why.”

She blushed… even through the makeup, she blushed. “I… I don’t think so… I’ve been thinking that it wasn’t working out. That I was gonna be so ugly that it wouldn't work…”

“Hey, now,” I said, and squeezed her hand back. “Stop that. Believe me, you’re beautiful. And it isn’t just the makeup, either… I just did stuff to accentuate what you’ve got. You’ve been getting really pretty… seriously. I think that’s why it’s been hard for me to… you know… be out here, and stuff.”

The look in her eyes was shock and disbelief. “You think I’m pretty?”

I shrugged. “To put it mildly,” I said.

Then, she was sliding closer to me on the couch, and her hand was on my knee, and things were about to get WAY out of hand.

“Mark,” I started. She put her finger on my lips.

“Marcie,” she said. “I’m Marcie now, Dan.”

“Marcie,” I said, trying to get used to it, “You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had… but this is a little… kinda, you know… weird…”

“I still don’t think I like guys,” said Marcie. “But I like you, Dan.”

And then, she was kissing me, and, well, it’s been a while since a pretty girl had given me attention, and I kissed her back. And it was nice. My brain kind of turned off.

“Show me how pretty you think I am,” she said, as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her pert little tits came into view, round and soft, and I took them in my hands, and gently caressed them, my thumbs playing with her nipples. She gasped, and kissed me again… and there was no going back.

In the back of my mind, I was wondering what was going to happen when we got to her “below the waist” area, but it was a minor concern, compared with my now raging hardon. Her hand brushed over the front of my pants, and she looked me in the eyes with surprise and delight.

“You’re not kidding… I AM turning you on!” she said. In response, I kissed her, hard, took her hand in mine, and guided her fingers up and down my hard shaft. Marcie knew how to handle the equipment, she started stroking me just right, just the way a man likes it.

I let her hand go, and watched as she made the moves on her own, every stroke and caress just right. She pressed closer to me, and I leaned back on the couch, her touches on my cock feeling so good that I could do little more than lay there, and let her continue.

She unzipped my pants, after a few minutes, and pulled my raging hard cock out through the fly. She stroked it’s hardness, seemingly amazed at the look and feel of it. 

“I figured you were big, Dan,” she said, as she caressed my nine inches, “but I… I never knew…”

I just smiled. “Wasn’t like it was going to come up in casual conversation, before, you know?” I said.

She nodded, eyes transfixed on it. Then, she leaned down, and kissed the tip of the head, and I moaned. I couldn’t control myself… my hips thrust upward, just a little, and she took the head of my cock into her hot, wet mouth.

My roommate was blowing me. My roommate, who was a guy a month ago, was sucking on the head of my cock. And she was good at it, too.

Her hand continued to stroke the lower four or five inches of my cock as she sucked on the top of it… slowly letting it slide into her mouth, and sucking hard as she slid off of it. Her tongue played with the tip of my dick, pressing into my piss-slit, and wriggling, just the way I like it.

Soon, she was bobbing up and down on me, as my hands caressed her back and hair through her clothes. My cock was throbbing, and I was moaning with the sheer pleasure of it. She was going to make me cum in her mouth.

But she stopped… just stopped, after a few wonderful minutes, and looked me in the eye.

“Dan?” she said, her eyes filling with tears, “Will you… will you make me a woman? A real woman? Your woman?”

There wasn’t enough blood above my neck to choose what to have for dinner, much less make a decision about this. The brain below my waist, though, knew just what to do.

“Fuck yes,” I said. Marcie smiled at me, clutching me, tears wetting my shirt.

“I want you SO bad,” she said. “I have… I have since this started… I just… I was afraid…”

I kissed her. I kissed her hard… partially, to shut her up. Partially, because I really wanted to.

She stood up, and took my hand, and led me to her bedroom.

We’d never really gone into each other’s bedrooms, while we’d been living together. We did a lot of stuff together in the living room, but our bedrooms were kind of our sanctums, where nothing would bother us.

Marcie’s bedroom wasn’t really feminine… it wasn’t masculine, either. Like it’s owner, it seemed to be in transition. Not decorated much, with soft blue tones, for the most part. She led me in, and I closed the door behind us.

She looked at me, and bit her lip, a little. “You know, Dan… I haven’t had the final surgery yet… I’m… I’ve still got a…”

“Yeah, I know,” I said.

“How do you want to… you know…”

“Take your clothes off, Marcie,” I said, as I stroked my cock, leaning against the closed door. “I don’t care what you’ve got. I want you.”

She almost shrieked, as she smiled… and peeled off her very sensible outfit, very quickly. And nothing I saw did anything but turned me on more.

Her skin was soft, and clear, and her breasts, though small, were round, with pert little nipples. She had a woman’s curves, and a woman’s softness, and a hard cock sticking up over smooth, shaved balls.

She had no body hair at all… probably part of the treatments she’d been having, or a preparation for the surgery to come. But her cock was hard, for me. And somehow, that turned me on, too.

I peeled out of my clothes, as well. She came over to where I was standing, and helped me out of my pants; taking my belt in her hands, and dropping down to her knees, dragging my pants and underwear down to my ankles.

I stepped out of them as she leaned forward, and took my cock in her mouth again. She moaned as she took it deep… and gagged, as she took it all. My hands fell to her hair as she choked herself on my big dick, over and over… and I could feel her cock rubbing against my shin as she did it. 

She even swallowed around the head of my cock as she took it into her throat. No girl I had ever been with had done that, and Marcie was doing it because she wanted to, not because I asked for it. She was sucking my cock better than I had ever had it sucked before; her warm, moist, soft lips sliding up and down my shaft like a seasoned professional whore, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

Before that happened, I pushed her head off of me, and looked down into her eyes.

“I want you,” I said.

She nodded, and got up, onto her bed. I knelt on the bed next to her, as she thought.

“I… I want it on my back,” she said. “I want you to take my cherry while I look at you.”

“I’ve got no problems with that,” I said, as I helped her over onto her back. She spread her legs, and lifted them, taking her knees in her hands. Her thighs were spread wide for me, and I could see, under her dangling balls, the little pink rosette of her ass.

I knew she was a virgin, I knew I hadn’t had any contacts with risky partners. She had lubricated my cock with her spit, liberally, and I was leaking pre-cum. I knelt between her thighs, and rubbed the pre-cum around the head of my cock onto her hot, tight little asshole.

Her cock still pointed straight up at me, and somehow, that made it better. I knew how excited she was, there was no denying it.

“I’m ready,” she said, her eyes wide, looking into mine. I slowly started to apply pressure… feeling the heat of her ass slowly, SO slowly, engulfing the head of my dick.

Suddenly, I felt her relax, just a little, and the whole head of my cock popped into her. Her eyes went even wider, and she clapped both her hands over her mouth, to hold in the scream. I stopped… afraid I’d hurt her horribly.

“It… It’s ok,” she said, when she could speak, after a minute. “I knew it would hurt, but you’re so big… more. Give me more?”

I happily obliged. I continued to shove my big cock into her ass, until she had it all… all nine inches, firmly wedged into her virgin shitter. Virgin no more, that is. I’d taken her cherry… she was mine.

I slowly started to slide it out, and then back in, as she closed her eyes, and hissed from the feelings… pleasure, or pain, it didn’t matter to me, at the moment. I wanted her… wanted to spill my seed in her, wanted to make her mine.

“Yes… fuck me,” she hissed. She let go of her legs, and reached down to fondle her own cock. As I fucked her faster, and harder, she began stroking herself with one hand, and stroking her balls with the other.

I took her legs up onto my shoulders, and started to really pound her ass. I knew it wasn’t going to take long, with the expert attention she’d been giving me with her hand and mouth, so I determined to make it intense.

“Oh, Dan… oh, GOD… DAN…” she called, just as her cock started to shoot. The spasms through her groin and ass were a feeling I’d never expected, never anticipated… it made me shout, and cum up her ass, hard.

She milked the cum out of her cock as her ass milked my cock, totally and completely. Slowly, I withdrew my softening member, and laid down next to her.

She turned towards me, and I kissed her again, sweat covering both our bodies.

“Can… can we do that again, sometime?” she asked. “I… I really liked it.”

“Sometime?” I asked. “We’re going to do that again a lot. That was the best sex I’ve ever had, Marcie… and I think it’s only going to get better.”

She just clung to me, then, and her soft cock, slippery with her cum, rubbed against mine. As exhausted as I was from that historic fuck, I started to rise, a little.

“I never knew it could be like this,” she said, as she rubbed her face in my shoulder. “I… I think I’ve wanted you for a long time,” she said.

I shrugged, and caressed her soft, shapely ass. “I think I’m going to want you for a long time,” I said. 

We’ve been together for a while, and it keeps getting better. She hasn’t had the surgery yet, and she might not. I’ve gotten used to taking care of her needs, a little, and it gets more fun as time goes on… but that’s another story.

Pre-Op Roommate Ch. 02



I've talked before about how my roommate stopped being Mark and turned into Marcie. It was an awkward time, until we were able to finally express our attraction for one another, after which things got very interesting indeed.

In the week or so that followed our first lovemaking, Marcie pleasured me more ways than I can count. I was still in a daze, after deciding that it didn't matter that the beautiful woman in my apartment had a penis, so I just kind of accepted what came. We slept in the same bed, and if she wasn't beneath the covers, sliding her lips up and down on my hard pole, she was taking me in her ass or using her strong, but gentle hands to stroke me. It had been quite a while since I had regular sex, but I got used to the attention really fast.

The question that was always in the back of my mind, though, was "how do I please her?" I knew plenty about pleasing women, but the equipment question was always there. I knew what pleased MY cock, but what could I do for hers?

The Saturday at the end of that week, we went out to breakfast at a nice restaurant, and I had a hard time keeping my hands off of her. She had on a short denim skirt, and a t-shirt that showed off her braless chest very well. She didn't really need a bra; she hadn't had any augmentation done on her chest, as yet, and while the hormones had given her some breasts, they were nice, manageable lumps on her chest with pronounced nipples. Her nipples were pointing at me across the table, and it was driving me crazy, as usual.

Marcie had picked a table outside, this particular morning, and with the service at this place being slow, and the breakfast rush not quite begun, we had a little privacy. It seemed like a good time to bring the subject of her pleasure up.

"Marcie?" I said, as I pushed my empty plate away, "There's something I've been meaning to talk about... this seems like a good time."

She looked at me, and her face just fell... tears started to form in her eyes, and I remembered just how sensitive she could be, on the hormones. I reached out, quickly, and took her hand.

"Nothing bad! Oh, god, nothing bad... I'm happier than any man could be, right now," I continued, quickly.

"Oh, thank god," she said, dabbing at her face with her napkin. "I though you were going to... that you didn't want to... that... that you were breaking up with me..."

I sat back, shaking my head. "Now why would I want to break up with someone who makes me feel as amazing as you do?"

She smiled, and I swear her nipples got even pointier. I leaned forward.

"It's just... you do so much for me, right now, and I feel like I've been letting you down, in that department. I mean... I know that you cum, when we make love, but that's because you're stimulating yourself, and... well..."

I guess I blushed, I could feel the heat rise to my face. This wasn't a normal thing, I guess... not even a little. Hell, I was as straight as any guy I'd known, so how was I even going to talk about pleasuring her cock? I didn't know where to begin.

She looked at me, apprehensively... can't say I blamed her, even I didn't know where I was going with this.

"I want," I said, and paused. I took a drink of water to clear out my throat, and started again. "I want to please you, Marcie... I just don't know quite how."

She lit up. I mean, you hear people say that all the time, but this was almost literally an increase in the light she was putting out. Her eyes widened, her smile got bigger, and she took in a deep breath that thrust those nipples RIGHT at me.

"Oh, Dan," she said, taking my hand, this time, "You know... you don't have to... I'm so happy making you feel good... I think I've wanted to be doing these things for a long time. I don't have a problem in the world with you in bed."

My turn to light up, I guess... that was quite a compliment, coming from a woman I really adored. "Still," I said, "I really want to try to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I... I really need to make you feel good, Marcie."

She held my hand up to her face, and nuzzled it with her cheek, and I thought about throwing all the dishes to the ground and fucking her right there on the table... but I LIKED this restaurant. We fell into quiet thought, for a few minutes.

"I... I've been planning on getting some more operations," she said, quietly. "You know... something for my breasts, and then... well... the conversion."

That made me think, hard. True, she WAS going for the full transformation... I knew about that before we started the intimacy. And I had to admit... it would take a lot of the uncertainty out of things. But at the moment, it didn't seem like the solution.

"You know," I said, cupping her cheek in my hand, "I'm very looking forward to being with you during your transformation, but I don't think you should have to wait for that to be pleasured. So, that might help out in a while, but for now, I want to please the person that you are, and not the one that you will be."

She looked me in the eyes again, and I started to wonder exactly how we were going to get out of here without me putting my cock in her.

"Then... well," she said, straightening up a little, "there's always... well... you..."

This wasn't easy for either of us, I guess. And the raging hard-on in my pants was starting to make things even harder to think about.

"How about we talk about it in the car?" I suggested. Her eyes widened a little bit, and she just nodded... this conversation was getting to both of us.

I paid the bill and we rushed out to the underground parking garage. Fortunately, it was still pretty empty. It was hard for me to hide my hard-on as we hurried to the car... and harder for Marcie to hide hers.

We got into the front seat faster than I can remember ever getting into a car, locked the doors, and she was in my arms without a conscious thought. I kissed her deeply, rubbing her back, while she squirmed against me and stroked my tongue with hers. I wasn't really thinking at this point, and that's probably how things worked out so well.

"Oh, Dan," she said, sighing, as the kiss broke. She put her head on my shoulder, and those strong hands of hers started working the muscles in my back, right where they always get tight.

I slid a hand down between us, and stroked the inside of her thigh. She stiffened a little, then relaxed. As she continued to massage me, I worked my hand in little circles, higher and higher on her thigh. It didn't take long for my exploring fingers to slide up under her short little skirt, and brush the tip of her cock.

She shuddered against me at that first contact, and hissed against the side of my neck. "Dan," she said, her voice tight, "you don't have to..."

"Yeah, I do," I said, as I stroked the head of her cock through her panties. The stimulation was making her squirm and moan against me, and I started to really get into it. I traced the outline of her cock through her panties... it was hard and throbbing, even if it was about half the size of mine. I was making her feel good, and that did things for me that I'd never felt before. It felt good.

I reached up her skirt, with some difficulty (try doing this while someone is holding you tightly, sometime), and pulled her panties off, sliding them down to her knees, and then her ankles. Marcie was just holding me, by now... not talking, not massaging... just holding on to me so tight, her lips against my neck.

She moaned loudly when my hand went back up her skirt and caressed her bare cock. It felt hot in my hand, and while it had a soft texture, it was hard underneath... SO hard. Hard for me. I held the first cock, other than my own, that I had ever touched, and I started to stroke it, gently.

Her hips started to move, thrusting her cock through my hand. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how to stroke her in time with her thrusts, and her moaning got even louder.

Like I said, I wasn't really thinking at this point, all I wanted was for Marcie to feel as good as she made me feel. So, with a little difficulty, I pushed her away from me, up against the passenger door. She looked at me with disappointment, but it wasn't going to last. I worked her skirt up, over her hips, exposing her cock and balls to me.

And to anyone else that happened to look into the car, of course, but the parking garage was still mostly empty. Good thing, too... I didn't really care, at the moment, if anyone noticed what we were doing.

I took her cock in my hand again, and watched it as I stroked it. The head was a painful looking purple, the veins standing out and throbbing. She needed relief, and I was going to give it to her.

Her eyes widened as I bent down, and licked the tip of her cock. She took in a shuddering breath as I did, and that was all the encouragement I needed.

I didn't hesitate to take Marcie's cock into my hot, wet mouth. It was almost a reflex action, just another part of loving her. I actually enjoyed the feeling of it against my tongue, and sliding into my lips. She thrust her hips up, as I took her in, and the tip of it just hit the entrance to my throat. I gagged a little, but that was all right, because I was pleasing her.

My hands caressed her twitching scrotum as I slowly let it slide out of my mouth, and then took it all in again. I really loved it when Marcie would bob her head up and down on my hard prick, so I figured she'd probably like that as well.

Her hands came to rest in my hair as I slid my mouth up and down on her cock, running my tongue up and down the underside of it. She gently urged me, with those hands, to change my pace a little, and I did. There would be a rhythm to her pleasure, and she knew it better than I did, for now. So, I bobbed up and down on her a little faster, taking her in deeply, and sucking hard as I slide back up.

"Oh, DAN," she cried, as I felt her balls tighten up in her sack. Her thighs trembled, and I knew what was about to happen. But, not really thinking about it, I just continued... if I was going to do this, I was going to do it right all the way through.

"I'm CUMMING!" she screamed, and her cock started to spurt hot, salty liquid into my mouth. I kept sucking, determined to get out every drop. It wasn't coming out as fast as I'd expected.

That was when I found out what the hormones were doing to her orgasms. They weren't entirely like a man's, any more. She didn't cum as hard, but her orgasm took a while, like a woman's. She hissed and shuddered for a couple of minutes, while her cum leaked out of the tip of her cock into my mouth.

I used the tip of my tongue to lick it right out of the tip, and she almost went mad. You ever have someone play with your cock right after you cum, and it's like it's way too sensitive? That's what she was going through, but for a much longer time, and I worked every second of it. I didn't think twice about swallowing. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

When the shuddering stopped, and her cock was no longer flowing into my mouth, I lifted up off of her, and looked at her face. She was glowing... eyes closed, mouth open and heaving breaths, a fine sheen of sweat on her skin, and she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. In a minute, her eyes fluttered open, and the way she looked at me made my cock throb and remind me that I needed some attention, too.

She kissed me hard, tasting her cum from my tongue, and then she was on top of me, forcing me back against the driver's side door. I wasn't resisting much, to tell you the truth. Her hands practically tore at my clothes, popping buttons off of my shirt as she yanked it open. Her mouth slid down my throat, and her lips locked around my nipple as she pulled open my belt and ripped the front of my jeans open. She'd never been like this, before, and I was kinda diggin' it.

My hard cock sprang out in her hands as she yanked my boxers down, and she stroked me hard as she tongued and nibbled at my nipple. My hips were already thrusting, and my breath was coming out in gasps... I'd been hard and hot before, but she was a sex demon, now, pulling more and more desire out of me.

"I'm gonna make you cum SO hard," she hissed, as her mouth bit and licked down my abs. I was beyond speech... all I could do was look down at my transsexual sex goddess and let her take over.

She'd sucked my cock many times before. Hell, she didn't suck my dick... she made love to it with her mouth. Even before that time in the car, she'd been the best head I'd ever gotten. Now was something different, though. Something unbelievably better.

Her mouth locked onto the sensitive spot right under the head, on the underside... the most sensitive spot on my cock. Her tongue rubbed against it, hot and wet and smooth, and her mouth created a suction on it. Her hands cupped my heavy balls and caressed them, and her eyes looked right up into mine. 

Then, she took the head of my dick into her mouth, and sucked it ALL the way down in an instant. She had no gag reflex right now, I guess... she'd always gagged a little on my dick before, but something was different. She was the master of my cock, and I loved the hell out of it. With my cock all the way down her throat, her tongue slid out between my cock and her lower lip, and she tongued my balls.

This was pornstar head. This was the kind of head that guys who never got head think head is like... except better. She licked my balls with my cock down her throat for a few seconds, then her head was bobbing up and down like a jackhammer, my cock sliding in and out of those beautiful lips of hers so fast... and so deep!

Then she moaned around me, and whimpered, and her fingers were caressing little circles on my balls, and there was no holding back. 

:"FUCK... MARCIE... YESSSSSS..." I hissed, as my muscles locked in a rictus, and she sucked what felt like a gallon of cum out of my cock. I could feel the cum travel from my balls, through my groin, out my cock and into her mouth, and every millimeter of the path felt like a glowing ember of pure pleasure. She continued to bob on my cock, sucking hard, and massaging the cum from my balls all the way up, until she'd milked me completely dry.

She pulled off of me, gasping, and we just held each other for a few minutes.

"If you do that to me again," she said to me, "I may never want to lose my cock."

"If it'll make you do that to me again," I said, "I may never want you to lose it, either."

She smiled at me, and looked at me with those lust-filled, big, shiny eyes of hers, and I knew that we were going to have a long day of sex, if I could drive home with the front of my outfit completely torn open.