“That feels good,” I said. I reached down and slipped my fingers into her hair, and I could feel the base of her wig rubbing slightly on the top of her head. And I remembered that a boy was sucking my cock—she wasn’t actually a beautiful blonde woman, not in the biological sense, anyway. I found myself looking around, suddenly worried someone would see us.
I could only see the top of Georgia’s head, and her bare thighs. Her thighs looked feminine, but the top of her head looked like a wig: a constant reminder that she was actually a male. But even with my eyes closed, I knew she was a male—it was the whole reason I was there with her. Had she been a regular woman with a damp pussy and a pair of perky tits, then I wouldn’t have been in those woods. I would have never followed her after class or obsessed over her for a week like a crazy person. I would have never asked her out—and I definitely wouldn’t have stopped Riley from asking her out.
“Take out your cock,” I said. She looked up at me and stared for a moment before grinning.
“Like this?” she asked. She reached down, hiked up her dress, and fished her cock out.
“Yeah,” I said. My heart was a pounding mess. “And now stroke it.”
She started stroking it before turning her attention back to my cock. She stroked herself slowly with her off-hand while sucking and stroking my cock. It was an amazing sight. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t even want to blink and miss a millisecond of the beautiful sight before me. “Don’t stop,” I said. I watched her cock as it became harder and harder. She stroked herself in a curious way, twisting her wrist slightly and squeezing hard as she came upon her tip. When she reached down, she would reach past her ball sack, and then she would pull her sack up her shaft, stretching it until it fell down and she was back at her tip again.
My lips parted as I watched. I was hypnotized. I was starting to forget that my cock was being sucked at the same time. I reached down and gently pulled her head off of my cock. Then I sunk down to my hands and knees and I crawled up to her with a pounding heart. She held her cock out to me, offering it to me, teasing me. I opened my mouth and crawled forward a little bit more. She pressed her tip to my bottom lip. I licked her tip as I looked up into her eyes. She was smiling, standing upright on her knees. I looked back down at her shaft, which was long and curved and throbbing and beautiful. I took a deep breath and then I allowed it into my mouth.
I was sucking a trap’s cock, and I liked it. It wasn’t gross. I didn’t gag and I didn’t hesitate. In fact, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to have that cock in my mouth, and I needed to feel her climax and taste her cum. Though I wasn’t nearly as elegant as she was.
I sucked quickly and sporadically, moving my head up and down. My arms and legs were trembling with fear, so I stumbled a few times while trying to remain upright. I tried to press her tip into my throat, but then I gagged. I wasn’t nearly as natural as she was. But she seemed to like it. Her cock was rock-hard and she was moaning gently. So I kept sucking. I reached a hand up and fondled her ball sack while I sucked. She liked that a lot. She even reached down and pressed my hand more firmly against her ball sack. I could feel her testicles swelling. I looked up at her again and saw that her face was red and she was clenching. “I think I’m close,” she said.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I said. I started sucking harder and bobbing my head faster. I wanted her cum more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life—
And then she came, and after three blasts, I panicked. There was so much of it, and I didn’t know what to do, so I ended up spitting it out and coughing. I felt bad, like I was being offensive—and I probably was. But I panicked and I couldn’t recover properly. When I finally looked up at her, she was laughing. “Did you not like that?” she asked.
“No, I did—I just—I panicked,” I said. I looked down and saw a long strand of thick white cum hanging from her cock, about to fall to the ground. I stopped it with the tip of my finger. I brought it to my tongue and I licked it up. Then she reached down and took the little drop of cum lingering on her tip and smeared it on my bottom lip. Then she leaned in and kissed me, licking her own cum off of my lips. I felt my body become tense. She was overwhelmingly sexy—everything I’d ever dreamed of and more, and she was all mine, at least in that moment. She reached down and grabbed my cock. She started to massage it, getting it nice and hard again. She worked the tip mostly, using her spit for lubricant. It wasn’t long before I was trembling and throbbing. I looked into her eyes and I wanted to kiss her lips. But she knew I was about to come and she didn’t want to miss the fireworks.
She sunk down and aimed my tip into her open mouth, moments before I burst, even though I’d given her no warning. She took every shot and then swallowed the whole load. Then she looked at me with a big grin, as if to say, ‘That’s how to do it.’ I felt embarrassed but amazingly aroused.
CHAPTER VIII
I got another picture text message from her that night. It was a picture of a very large black dildo, sitting on her bed. The dildo had a thick base, so that the toy wouldn’t become lost in the user’s body. There was no text accompanying the photo. “What are you going to do with that?” I replied. It was ten minutes later before I received a reply: another photo. In this photo, she was bent over in front of a mirror, in that cute pink and white slip, and the base of that big black dildo was sticking out of her ass—but the rest of the dildo was buried deep inside of her. My cock became rock-hard in an instant.
Then she sent another picture message: a pool of cum on her bathroom floor with her dripping erection in the foreground. This time there was text with the picture. “I didn’t even touch myself, I swear.”
“Wow,” I replied. “That’s hot.”
“If you were here, I would make you lick it up,” she wrote.
“Well I wish I was there,” I said.
“Now send me a picture of you taking it in the bum,” she said, adding a little smiley face to her message.
My heart froze and then it hiccupped and stuttered. “What do you mean? I don’t have anything,” I wrote back.
“Find something. I bet you can find something in your fridge. Just pretend like it’s me,” she wrote.
With my heart pounding, I went down to the kitchen. I felt lightheaded. I’d never put anything in my ass before—not even a finger. I’d never even fantasized about taking it from behind before—in my trap fantasies, I was always the one giving it.
I looked in the fridge and found a few options—the least scary of which was a cucumber. It was long, but it wasn’t very thick—more narrow than my own cock. It was covered in little bumps, but the end was nicely dull and round, so there was nothing to cut me. I snuck the cucumber awkwardly back up to my bedroom and I closed the door quietly, so I wouldn’t alert anyone else in my house. I brought the long vegetable up to my bed and I looked down at it. I knew Georgia was waiting for me to come through, but I wasn’t sure I could actually do it—but I had to try.
I got undressed and then I laid on my back, bringing my knees up to my chest. I took the cucumber and tried pressing it up to my butthole. It wouldn’t go it—I needed some lubricant. So I spat onto the end of the cucumber and then I rubbed the warm spit on my tight rim. Then I started to push again, and I felt it starting to push in. I was actually penetrating myself!
I stopped suddenly, with only an inch of cucumber in my asshole. Was I really going to do this? What if it hurts? What if I damage something? I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves. I tried to think of something to relax my mind, and then the image of Georgia’s long curved cock came into my head. I imagined her coming up to me on that bed, holding my knees down to my chest as she pressed her tip up to my anus. And then I imagined her pushing in. And I pushed the cucumber in further. I clenched for a moment and then I relaxed, allowing it to sink deeper and deeper. It didn’t hurt, but it felt strange. I could feel every little lump on the cucumb
er, and every little curve and bulge. I tried angling it in different directions. It took a minute before I found one particular angle which felt nice.
I started to pump the cucumber in that specific direction, pressing it into that perfect sweet spot. Each penetration felt a little bit nicer than the one before it. I felt a tingle shooting through my body. My legs suddenly felt warm, and my cock suddenly felt strange—as if I was about to pee. I clenched tight on the cucumber and then that feeling only become more intense. I grabbed a towel off of my floor, just in case I did end up making myself pee. I figured I was poking myself in the bladder—but I was wrong.
I looked down and noticed half the cucumber was in my ass, which was about three inches more than I thought I would be able to handle—and I still felt like I could handle a few inches more. I took a deep breath and watched as I sunk that cucumber in further. Soon, there was only enough exposed cucumber left for my fist to grip it. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I wasn’t sure if I should have been impressed with myself, or disappointed. I was enjoying being veggie-fucked in the ass. What straight man likes to be stuffed? My heart stuttered and then I closed my eyes and let my anxieties wash away as images of Georgia filled my head. If it was her in that room with me, with her cock in my ass—would that be gay? Of course not, because she wasn’t a man, even though she had a cock—she was a woman. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever see in my life.
And I bet her cock felt amazing. I bet I would be able to feel it curving inside of me, and rubbing in all the right spots. And I bet I could feel it throbbing—her veins pumping blood into her shaft, making her harder and harder, and bigger and bigger.
My legs were trembling. And then I remembered I was supposed to take a picture. As I raised up my phone, I noticed my hands were trembling. It was hard to get a clear photo with my trembling hands, but I managed to get one. It wasn’t the sexiest photo: a man on his back with a cucumber in his tush—but it was what she wanted.
She replied a minute later. “Now close your eyes and think of me. And then send me a picture of your cum.” It didn’t take long. Once I had a clear image of her in my head, ramming me from behind, my climax was well on its way. I pumped that vegetable in and out of my ass until my cock was rock hard and twitching. Then I hardly touched it and it began to spew warm jizz all over my chest. I groaned and squirmed and tried my best not to scream so I wouldn’t wake my whole family. Then I looked down and saw the mess I made: multiple streaks of glistening white cum, reaching all the way up to my chin.
I took a photo and sent it. “Now lick it up and imagine you’re licking my cum,” she said. I felt so naughty and so desperate, but I did it. I wiped the cum up with my fingers and then I brought it to my lips. I licked it up and swallowed it with my eyes closed, and I imagined I was licking her cum off of her fingers. This time I didn’t gag. I was getting used to being with a trap—even though I was just by myself. I was getting more and more comfortable with the idea.
And I couldn’t wait to spend another day with her. I couldn’t wait to run off into some private space so we could fool around, and then maybe I could taste he cum again, this time without spitting it out in a panic. Maybe she would let me suck the nipples on her flat, feminine chest. Maybe she would let me pierce her asshole with my tongue. Maybe she would fuck me in the ass and make me cum all over myself.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” I wrote to her.
She replied with a little winky face, implying all of my fantasies in just two little keyboard characters.
CHAPTER IX
I was less surprised the next day when Mathew didn’t sit next to me during class, or when he didn’t look at me once, or when he snuck away before class ended and disappeared before I could find him. I stuck around the school and sent him a text message, asking where he was, but he didn’t reply for a whole hour. And then finally my phone buzzed. “I’m thinking we’ll go bowling. I’m near Paradise Lanes. Come meet me,” she wrote. I knew that she had waited to get changed and into character before messaging me—but I couldn’t help but wonder if she was messaging me in character… Was Georgia just a character? Was it not really who she was? Was I maybe just a convenient accessory to her female persona—and not someone she actually cared about?
My anxieties disappeared as soon as I saw her and her adorable, beaming smile. She waved me over at the bowling alley—she already had a lane for us and a drink in her hand. She was wearing a tiny skirt that did nothing to cover her ass once she was even slightly bent over—a terrible costume choice for bowling, though I couldn’t have asked for anything else. I got to stare at her perfect ass and her cute panties all afternoon. The guys in the other lanes would all stop to watch her throws. A few guys even whistled, and then they all got jealous when I went up behind her to give her a few pointers. I led her through the motions, bending her over and showing her how to toss the ball. Her skirt rode up and her base ass was pushing against my crotch. We had a bit of an audience, so I did my best not to get an erection.
But my heart was pounding. From the moment I saw her, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to suck her cock and I wanted her to stick that cock into my asshole. And she knew it. Every time we sat down for break, she would reach out under the table and caress my crotch. She always managed to find the tip of my cock in my pants, and then she would get me hard in a matter of seconds and then she would say, “Okay, it’s your turn to throw.” Luckily everyone was always staring at her, so no one ever noticed my erect bulge in my jeans.
After bowling, I wanted to take her back to my place, but she wanted to go to Main Street and walk around the busy night market—it was a night market in a not-so-nice part of town, not too far from where all of the prostitutes hung out. When we pulled up, there was literally a drug deal happening just a few feet away from us.
Once we were at the market, she held my hand, but she didn’t just slip her fingers in between mine—she kept gently tickling the palm of my hand with the tips of her fingers. She knew she was turning me on and teasing me and making me crazy. She would run up ahead of me when she saw something she liked and then she would bend over with straight legs, showing off her long smooth legs and that perfect bum. And once again, she would attract an audience of bright-eyed men. And my God, I wanted to bend her over right there in the middle of that busy market and stick my cock so deep into her asshole.
I couldn’t take any more while we were walking around inside. She found a table selling choker necklaces, and she bought one. It was lace and black and it made her look like the cutest slut. She knew it drove me nuts. So I grabbed her by the hand and I pulled her into the closest bathroom—it was a scuzzy place, but I didn’t care. I’m pretty sure a few people saw us slip in, but I didn’t care. I locked the door and then I dropped to my knees and tugged down her panties, revealing that beautiful curved cock that I loved so much. I couldn’t get it into my mouth quickly enough. I sucked and slurped without grace. She giggled. Once she was hard, I stood up and pushed her down onto her knees. I got my cock out as quickly as I could. My hands were trembling. She was still giggling.
“Suck it,” I said, holding it out towards her.
She took my cock slowly. She didn’t stick it in her mouth. She was grinning and looking up at me as she slowly pulled back my foreskin. “What’s the magic word?” she asked.
“Please. Please suck my cock,” I said.
She leaned forward very slowly, parting her lips and sticking out her tongue. She gently licked my tip and then giggled again. I was already rock hard. “I’m not going to suck it, but I bet you someone will,” she said.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
Then she motioned to a hole in the bathroom wall. There was an arrow drawn with a marker, and someone had written: ‘Glory hole! Get your dick sucked!’ “You’re nuts,” I said.
“I dare you to stick your cock in it,” she said. “I won’t go any further with you until you stick your cock in that hole.”
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p; My heart trembled, but I was so desperate for her touch—so I stood up and I awkwardly stuck my erection through that hole, praying no one was on the other side with a pair of scissors. Then Georgia said, “No, silly. You have to pay first.” I stepped back and she slipped a twenty-dollar bill through. Then she motioned for me to stick my cock back through the hole again. I stood there silently as a cool draft tickled my cock. I had no idea what was on the other side, though I assumed it was the girl’s bathroom.
“Nothing’s happening,” I said.
“Just stand there,” she said. She came up behind me and ran her hands gently down my sides. Then she tugged down my pants and my boxers and firmly squeezed my butt cheeks. A moment later, I felt the tip of her wet cock press up to my asshole. “Anything yet?” she asked.
And just as she said it, I felt someone grab my cock gently. I perked up and took a deep breath in. Georgia laughed. “Just relax,” she said. I felt the stranger’s fingers caressing the length of my shaft. And then I felt a warm, wet tongue slip up underneath my cock. I was getting a blowjob from a complete stranger through a hole in a bathroom wall. And behind me was a gorgeous trap, pressing her dick into my asshole. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to control my breathing. I tried to calm my heart rate, but it was out of control and unstoppable. Georgia managed to penetrate me.
She sunk in deeper and deeper as I curled my fingers against the wall. I clenched hard and then she whispered in my ear. “Relax if you want me to fuck you.” So I took another deep breath and then I relaxed. The person on the other side of the wall was starting to go to town: sucking and bobbing their head, covering my whole shaft in warm saliva. It felt nice.
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