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Van To Vanna

by Vanna D Lovely

 

It all began because of photographs taken years ago. Van had attended a costume party while in college and decided to do something surprising that one year: he dressed as a girl. He wore a pageboy blonde wig with a tight-fitting white turtleneck sweater and a gray plaid skirt which he bought at a used clothing store. (This caused him no small amount of embarrassment but he had had a few beers to work up his nerve.) With his boyish face and a little bit of make-up he borrowed from one of the sorority girls he looked like any one of them. Late that night, after the party was over and he had had his share of spirits, he used his camera to take some photos of himself in sassy poses.

Then, feeling frisky one day, he showed them to his newlywed wife Rhonda. With a laugh she asked, "Is this you?" "In the flesh," Van answered. Looking at them more closely she added, "You don't look half bad. As a matter of fact, you'd make a cute girl."

He blushed on hearing this because secretly he enjoyed that night when he dolled himself up. He enjoyed the feel of the satin panties against his man-flesh, the lacy bra encircling his chest, the smoothness of the nylons caressing his legs. And he seemingly had an innate knowledge on how to apply rouge, eye shadow and lipstick. It came as naturally to him as if he had done it for years.

Rhonda saw his face redden and now there was no escape for him. "My goodness! You're blushing, Van! You enjoyed being a woman didn't you?" she asked with a smile.

"Well…uh...um", he stammered.

"It's okay," she said, "I don't mind." Holding the pictures up to her face she continued, "Really…seeing this side of you fascinates me."

He responded, shamefacedly, "It doesn't bother you?…At all?"

"Nope, not a bit. I think it would be interesting to know you as a woman, where you're outside of that protective machismo of yours." She had spoken the truth. Van would put on a front of being so in control, impassive, and reluctant to speak his heart. But Rhonda now laid his secret bare.

"Back to these pictures, girlfriend," she went on. "Judging by the looks of this one picture, you were enjoying yourself plenty that night."

"I guess I was," he answered, not sure of what she was getting at.

"Here, look for yourself. That's the hard-on I know so well underneath the pleats of that skirt." Yes, he had to admit it, that was his erect penis underneath all of that feminine attire. The thought of it was causing his rod to stir and stiffen.

"So, did you get hit on by anyone at the party that night?"

"No," he answered sarcastically.

"Don't be upset, sweetheart. I'm not implying anything. It's just that you're so cute in that picture that I could see someone trying to make a move on you." He blushed again, this time more flattered by her words than embarrassed.

"So what happened after you took this pictures?"

"Nothing. I went to bed. Fell asleep rather fast that night."

"Nothing happened?" she asked mockingly. "Give me a break. There's no way you went to bed without stroking that hard-on of yours. If you didn't, then you weren't the same person then that you are now."

 

"Yes, yes, you're right," he said testily. How right she was, he thought. How he stroked his cock until it erupted with copious and fast-shooting rivers of semen into his hand. "Now can we change the subject?"

"You're the one that brought these pictures out, lover boy, now you have to put up with my questions. Fair enough?"

"Yes, fair enough," Van replied grudgingly conceding defeat.

"Tell me how your jerked that cock of yours off that night, including the foreplay."

"Foreplay?" he asked quizzically.

"Yes, foreplay. Everything you did leading up to the moment when you spurted your delicious load."

Van was more embarrassed, if that was even possible, at hearing Rhonda speak so frankly, so erotically. And this, too, had been a secret desire of his.

"If you can't speak the words because you're embarrassed, then show me."

"Alright," he replied, resigned to his fate.

Standing before their full-length closet mirror, Van began, "I was alone. After the pictures I went to the mirror at my sink next to my bed to look at myself. I was so hard, just the feel of the panties made me erect. And I thought I looked cute, too. And then…" Here his memory of that moment took over and he began to repeat every move of that evening: cupping his left man-breast with his hand, staring into the mirror as he felt himself up, pursing his lips together, running his tongue over his lips, sliding his right hand down his side to his rear and massaging his bum, bringing his hand to his belly and rubbing it, staring at the hard-on under his clothing in the mirror. "Mmmm, such a hard cock" he cooed into the mirror, "maybe you'd like some help with that." With that he began massaging his thigh and working up so gently to his crotch as he spread his fingers wide and slowly pulled them over his engorged penis. Then he slid his hand inside his underwear and with his thumb he rubbed his cum-hole, catching the delightful liquid oozing from his manhood. He quickly withdrew his thumb and sucked on his sweet nectar.

Had he not been so focused on what he was doing, he would have noticed Rhonda's reflection in the mirror as she mimicked every move he made: squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipple, sliding her hand inside her panties and vigorously massaging her clitoris. Indeed she was so turned on by watching Van jerking off that she came before he did. And when she had ridden the final waves of her climax, she spoke up, "What were you thinking right now?" Her voice interrupted his memory. Suddenly he froze. He replied, "I was seducing myself." "Interesting," she said "A man dressed as a woman seducing that woman and then bringing both of them to orgasm. Hmmm…Keep at it, my sweet."

Van didn't care that he was being watched, he was too charged to stop now. He grasped his cock, enjoying the smoothness of his skin as he stroked, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. He could feel the blood coursing through his engorged cock. It grew harder and harder, so stiff that it almost hurt. He gently used his thumb to run it along the large vein popping on the top of his rod. With his thumb he again rubbed his cum hole, getting all sticky with the sweet pre-cum he could feel leaking out.

Rhonda watched in amazement as Van's mouth opened, full of saliva and he moaned with uninhibited pleasure. Then, as before, he drew his hand out to lick his thumb clean of the clear, sticky pre-cum which thoroughly coated it. He continued stroking his manly rod until his body was writhing and his cock pulsing as one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine sticky explosions of wet and hot goo, stream after stream, spurted from his reddened cock, a ball-draining eruption of cum that overflowed from his hand and seeped into his boxers, making a stain on his pants. How he enjoyed the feel of his heated and viscous jizz in his hand and he watched as the stain, a badge of his manhood, grew larger and deeper on his pants. The only thing that would have made him happier would have been to watch the explosive spurts of cum spew from his rock hard cock. He instinctively pulled his hand out of his boxers and licked the cum that was dripping by copious gobs all around his fingers and down his palm.

"Looks to me like you've enjoyed the taste of cum before", Rhonda coyly whispered. Van's face grew red. "And judging by the look in your eyes you enjoy it. And I'm willing to wager that you've tasted cum other than your own, loverboy."

Now Van's whole body was flush with embarrassment. "Oh, you don't need to be shy around me, sweetheart. Tell me all about your cocksucking days." Rhonda came closer and began licking one of his fingers clean, sucking on it as though it were a cock. She paused briefly to say "Now, tell me, loverboy, about your first experience with a cock…other than your own." Van was shaking with fear mixed with anticipation and embarrassment. But as he felt her hot tongue tenderly licking his cum off his finger, his cock getting harder, he closed his eyes and began….

"It was at school. This younger guy was telling me about his liking other guys; he was kinda cute." Van stopped. He couldn't believe he was saying this. Rhonda placed her other hand on his cock and began caressing him to urge him on. He surrendered his body to her, his cock hardening and his body limp as he reveled in her caresses. "Well, we had started kissing one day but nothing else happened, other than me cumming in my pajamas which he didn't know about. Later, at night, I told him that I had cum. He was all 'why didn't you tell me?' He was excited by it. Next thing I was opening the button on his jeans and unzipping his fly, my face close so I could see my first cock, perhaps even suck on it. It was not very long but quite thick, I thought it would make a good mouthful. But he was so excited that the friction of opening his jeans and pulling down his boxers made him cum as soon as his cock was free. I came in my own pants watching without touching a finger to myself."

"Mmmmm…sounds like the two of you were hot for some cock" Rhonda purred as she finished with one finger, gently placing a wet kiss on the tip. "Tell me, then, when you first sucked his cock" as she began licking Van's next finger. Still reddened with embarrassment but his heart racing at the excitement of sharing this unusual liaison with Rhonda, Van continued, "Before he went to bed that night he asked me to make sure he was awake for his class the next morning. So, after managing to drift off to sleep I got up early and went to his room, letting myself in to awaken him. I stood next to his bed and laid my hand on top of his sheet, right over the bulge of his hard cock. He stirred and looked up at me, my morning hard on in his direct line of sigh. He reached out a hand and cupped my balls, massaging them. I continue to stroke his cock through his bedclothes. And in almost no time I could feel him twitching as his sheets became damp with his cum. And I was cumming in my boxers as he stroked me to orgasm."

"Mmmhmmm," said Rhonda as she finished licking his finger, "but you still haven't told me when your virgin mouth sucked its first cock….mmm….and tasted it's first cum, my cocksucker" as she moved on to the next finger. Van pretended not to hear the word "cocksucker" and continued: "That night, before we went to bed we were sitting side by side on his bed. We kissed and immediately our hands went to each other's cocks. We broke apart so we could watch one another. He was first. He opened my pants and pulled down my boxers, my hard cock bobbing out. He spit on my cock and began stroking it with his hand. He was close so he could look at my cock and I ran my fingers through his hair. The sound of his hand sliding on my cock, covered in saliva was sooo good. He kept stroking as I moaned and then I laid back and he knelt on the floor next to me, his face so close to my cock. He kept stroking and very soon he had me spurting a geyser of cum into the air on his hand, on my belly. He grabbed a towel and cleaned me off. Then it was my turn as we reversed positions and I knelt on the floor, admiring how thick his cock was. I stroked him dry and he came very quickly, lots of cum, the smell of it filled the room. Using the same towel our cum mingled together as I wiped his cum up."

Finishing his finger, Rhonda paused in mid-lick "you still haven't told me of your oral adventures…" as she began sucking his next finger. "The next morning I went to wake him up again but this time I kissed him and joined him on his bed. We both felt each other, how hard we were. He pulled the covers back and got on top of me. Then he pulled down my pajamas and boxers, leaving my cock free. I lifted up my t-shirt exposing my belly. He raised himself up and I dragged his pajamas down revealing his throbbing cock. So he lay on top of me, our cocks pressed against each other, coursing to our heartbeats, dribbling pre-cum giving us some lube. As we kissed we ground our hips together, our cocks rubbing against one another as he shot his load first onto my cock. He continued grinding, getting both our bellies sticky as my cock began to glide more easily with his cum as lube. Soon I could feel the cum shooting out of my cock, streaming onto my stomach and covering his cock as we kept grinding away to get the last drops out of both of us.

"You must've been quite the sticky mess" Rhonda chimed in, pausing in her finger-licking. By now Van's reddened embarrassment was gone, his flesh was now hot as he felt Rhonda performing oral sex on his fingers, stroking his cock, as she urged to reveal more and more of his adventure. She was now at his thumb, "This is it, loverboy, it'll be the last of your cum I'll ever taste unless you tell me every detail about how you got at his cock, made love to it with your pretty mouth, and enjoyed his cum in every way, like the cocksucking cum-slut I know you are."

By now Van didn't care, his heart was throbbing at retelling the tale. "That night I was in his room and he was lying down on his bed. I knelt on the floor next to his bed again after I had given him a hand-job to make him last longer. I unzipped the fly of his jeans and saw that by-now familiar shape beneath his boxers. It was flaccid but growing larger as he wondered what I would do. He lifted his hips up as I pulled his jeans and boxers down all in one motion. Now his cock was naked in front of me. I told him how beautiful it was, how thick, how smooth. I began by rubbing my thumb on his cumhole to get some lube from the last drops of cum that remained and then I traced the edge, that rim of the head of his cock, as he moaned and I watched his cock spring to life again. I could see his balls moving, pulling closer to his body."

"And then I took my virgin tongue and for the first time placed it on another man's cock, teasing his cumhole. He loved it, judging by his movements. I licked his head like it was an ice cream cone, lapping at it, letting my drool drip down it, all the way down his shaft and onto his balls. Then I took only the head in my mouth and began running my tongue all over it and sucking on it oh, so slightly. I could taste a little of the saltiness of his leftover cum. Then, for the first time, I took a whole cock in my mouth, as deep as I could without gagging. The thickness and velvety texture of it was a delight to my tongue which lavished caresses on it as I sucked with audible slurps on his now fully erect rod. I began playing with his balls, slowly at first and then with increasing tempo, as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock; taking it in as far as I could and then letting it out until it almost fell out of my mouth. There were a few stray pubes I had to get out of the way but then I continued bobbing as he now placed both hands on the back of my head and urged me to suck more deeply. He barely whispered 'I'm gonna cum' and so I took my mouth off to look at his slick and luscious cock as it shot his pretty white goo into the air, falling back on his stomach. He reached up to kiss me while I grabbed a towel to clean off his sticky juice."

"Having given my first blowjob, I was hungry for more; and having seen his cock erupt with cum that had the thrill of watching fireworks, I wanted to move on to another new frontier. So he laid down again and I placed my cheek on his thigh, my eyes glued to his now soft cock which I held tenderly in my hand, gently squeezing it, wanting to enjoy the sight of it growing to its full girth in my hand. He asked me what I was up to. I said nothing but kept squeezing and then caressing the smooth flesh of his delicious cock. Then, with some grace, I moved my tongue along his thigh to his pubes by his balls and dragged my tongue along his ever-growing manhood. I moved to the tip and then took it all in my mouth, letting my saliva flow all over it. I could feel his cock getting larger and firmer, his pulse coursing through it. With only a few licks his cock was quite hard again, ready for a third round."

"I could taste a little more of his left-over cum leaking out. It was thick. I went slow and dirty on his cock, making love to it with my tongue and lips, engulfing it in the heat of my wet mouth. He was going wild. Using my hand I began to stroke him in rhythm to my mouth sliding up and down his now slippery rod. This continued for some time because he was now working on his third orgasm. So I took time to fondle his balls and lick them, all the while keeping my attention on his cock with my hand or mouth so that I could enjoy the pleasure of making his cock rock with another climax."

"As I sensed him getting closer to cumming again, I draped my mouth over his cock and used only my mouth as I licked and sucked. He got up on his elbows to watch me, I guess, and warn me that he was going to cum again. When he saw that I kept at it, he tried to pull me off his cock but I wasn't going to let that cock out of my mouth until I enjoyed the splashing of its cum inside my mouth, on my palette, and down my throat, delighting in losing my cum-slurping virginity to the waves of cum that I felt shoot so hard and fast inside my mouth. I stayed on that cock until every last drop had dribbled out of its cumhole and then I let his now limp rod drop from my lips. With my mouth now full to overflowing with cum I asked him if he'd like to share. He squeamishly said no. So with a Cheshire cat grin on my face and with gusto I swallowed my first load of cum from another man's cock."

And as Van finished the story, Rhonda rubbed his hard cock until it spewed a second load as she whispered, "Wow, Van. I never know you loved cock so much. And cum. Wow! You are quite the slut. I can tell how excited you were to tell me all this. And I'd like to make you my cocksucking bitch with a surprise I'll order for the both of us."

A couple of days later, Van noticed a package that arrived in the mail for Rhonda. It was an unfamiliar return address. He figured it was part of her "surprise" for him. And he was right. That evening after dinner, Rhonda said, "I have to go run a few errands. Why don't you go run a bath for yourself. We can have some fun when I get back." Van replied, "Good, I'd like that. All of me would like that," he winked, pointing to his crotch. Rhonda's eyes lit up, "Don't you worry, there'll be plenty of fun for the both of us." As Van headed down the hall to draw his bath, Rhonda called out to him over her shoulder, "By the way, there's shaving cream and a new razor on the edge of the tub. Why don't you shave yourself for me?" Van began to get an idea of what she was up to and he was so horny now that he would play along to anything she asked.

"As you wish, my lovely Rhonda."

"And, since you don't mind that, there are some things I've laid out on your side of the bed. Choose what you like and get yourself all dressed up for me tonight."

"Your wish is my command."

"You'd better watch it, love, you may get more than you bargained for," she said sweetly.

Truthfully, he would do anything for her because inside he was thrilling to the thought that at last his fantasy as dressing as a woman for his wife would come true.

Making his toilette was going well, except for the shaving. "Damn! How do women do this so often?" Van's legs were hairy and he had to trim them first with a electric clippers and then do the close-up work with the razor. But, when he was finished with it all, he was quite satisfied with the results. He looked at his denuded legs with admiration, accounting them quite striking for a man. He had even shaved his chest and his bum. He ran his hands on his smooth skin. It felt sexy. His shriveled manhood confirmed his observation as it slowly began to stir to life. But that would have to wait.

Finished admiring himself he proceeded, naked, to the bedroom. There, on his side of the bed, was an array of panties, bras, stockings, and even a couple of bustiers and garter belts. Hanging on the closet door was a short black skirt and a lovely white blouse. Then his eye caught something on his dresser, a note from Rhonda, "These are for you tonight, my dear. Love – R" and underneath her writing was the imprint of a bright red pair of lipsticked lips that had kissed the note. Next to it was eye shadow, mascara, rouge, lipstick, nail polish, clip-on earrings and a handsome pearl choker.

Van took his time, choosing carefully, with an eye to coordinating his entire ensemble. His skin was all goosepimply as he slid on a luscious pair of white lace panties. His semi-erect member was getting the better of him but he did his best to tuck it into place. His next choice fell upon the matching white bustier which he was able to master as though he were a professional. A handful of tissues here and there and he had the appearance of small breasts. And then came the garter, a part of the set with the bustier. He couldn't resist touching himself just a little as he felt these uniquely feminine things next to his skin for the first time. Then, sitting on the edge of the bed he gracefully guided the white thigh high stockings up his shapely legs and attached them without much fuss.

Now that his lingerie was set, it was time for the skirt and blouse. He shimmied his thin hips into the skirt and was very pleased with the contrast of the black skirt with the white stockings. Once he had the blouse on, he went over to his dresser and selected what he would need for his make-up session and, taking them to Rhonda's make-up desk, he demurely sat himself down and set in to applying everything he needed, from the eye shadow to the nail polish to the pieces of jewelry. He liked how he looked and, while sitting there, saw a blonde pageboy wig to his right. Without hesitation he placed it on his head and pursed his lips together, reminding himself of the night of the costume party years ago. Then, a pair of black pumps, just the ones he had been searching for on the sly. Rhonda had bought them for him!

He began to wonder how Rhonda would take all of this, seeing her man dressed as a woman. There was a tiny bit of fear that perhaps she wasn't really okay with it all and would find him repelling, even repulsive. That maybe she would question his sexuality. But, he was all dressed up now, there was no turning back. He had to rely on the truth of her words.

"Honey, I'm home!" Rhonda chimed coming through the door.

"Hello there, dearie" cooed Van.

"You look great," Rhonda chimed back.

 

Van lowered his head in embarrassment but then looked up and said, "Thank you. I enjoyed preparing myself for you."

Rhonda placed a bag on the chair and grabbed him by the arms, pulling him into the light to get a good look at him. "Not bad for a first-timer. Or second-timer, I should say. That choker goes very well on you. You look good enough to eat."

"And so do you, my sweet."

"Come sit with me, I got us a video to watch."

"What is it?"

"I think you'll enjoy it, 'To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar.'"

"I've heard of it but never saw it."

"You'll like it, girlfriend. Now, make yourself comfortable; I'll be back in a bit."

Rhonda disappeared into the bedroom and emerged several minutes later wearing a pair of loose-fitting bluejeans and a one of Van's white shirts. By all appearances she must have taped her breasts down. Her hair was slicked and parted on the side.

"Here, sit next to me, girlfriend," Rhonda said, patting the cushion on the sofa next to her. "That's it, curl your legs up under you like a real lady. Tonight you get to be my girlie girl and I'll be the man. Okay?"

"Okay," he gulped, filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

"And nothing will be off limits." Now Van's heart really began to race.

Watching the opening scenes of the movie, Rhonda watched him watching those men dressing up in drag. She could see the pleasure in his eyes as he imagined himself looking that beautiful in women's clothes. She placed her hand on top of his, resting on her thigh and then, oh so slowly, pushed his hand further up until it reached a large bulge. She saw Van's eyes widen.

"I'm the man tonight, remember. And you are my girl. This is what girlfriends do for their boyfriends."

He nodded.

"Go ahead, you can touch it. I know you want to," she purred as she removed her hand from atop his.

Almost overwhelmed with hidden desire he locked his vision on that incredibly long and thick bulge in her jeans, such a beautiful cock hidden yet revealed. His mouth was filling with saliva at the mere touch of his hand on her rod. How desperately he wanted to suck that cock but first he wanted to enjoy the agonizingly pleasurable teasing by taking his time with it, enjoying the feel of every curve, the bump of every throbbing vein along the shaft. How much he wanted to show Rhonda what an unabashed cock-sucking slut he wanted to be for her. But fear of her rejection over this unusual fetish kept him silent even now.

But his desire began to slowly overcome his inhibitions with such a luscious bulge in his grasp. He slowly moved his hand from the tip to the base and began tickling it with his fingertips. His lips were parted slightly as his breathing became more shallow and quick. Rhonda could hear his heart racing as he was mesmerized not even by the exposed flesh but simply by the outline in her pants. She knew he must be longing with passion to set his eyes and more on her generous hard on. Then he began to stroke the man-flesh, gently and then with a stronger and stronger grip. He couldn't believe he was doing this, or that it was his wife who was egging him on.

Rhonda watched him, seeing the enjoyment he was getting from stroking her strap-on cock, and it turned her on even more. Watching him delicately and meticulously giving her a hand job. She sensed the pent up curiosity and excitement of a virgin in him, and it thrilled her all the more. She wanted to take him, have him, make him her own in a way he had never experienced before. She perceived that he wanted to be her oral slave who would gladly sleep all night with his drooling mouth holding her cock tight between his lips.

Without saying a word, she grabbed his hand which was still stroking diligently and stood up pulling him up with her.

"Come along, Vanna, let me show you my etchings," she quipped with a smile.

'Vanna', there it was. Rhonda no longer saw him as a man, but a woman. A woman filled with the same desires as almost any woman. And now he felt that he was being seduced as a woman, surrendering any vestige of his masculinity in exchange for his new found femininity. And he longed for it to happen on this night.

Arriving in their bedroom, Rhonda sat on the edge of the bed. "Now, Vanna, I want you to strut your stuff for me. I want to take all of your beauty in."

"And I'd love to do it for you, Rhonda," Vanna whispered in a sultry voice, dripping with a double entendre.

"Call me Rod, girlfriend."

"Yes, Rod," Vanna said with a coy smile. Another shade of vulnerability had been added to this role-play. Van would be calling his wife by a man's name. His maleness was continuing to slip away to make room for his new persona.

So Vanna began walking with the exaggerated steps of a model on a catwalk and then, reaching the end of the room, making a dramatic, head-snapping turn which caused her hair to sway so sexily. And all the while Vanna focused her eyes on Rod, eyes filled with desire and eagerness.

"Ohhh, you are so hot, Vanna," Rod said rather breathlessly. "Just watching you makes me want to touch myself." And with that, he dragged his fingers along the outline of his cock. Vanna stopped to watch for a few seconds.

"Would you like to help me with this, Vanna?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Rod" Vanna said, becoming rather shy all of a sudden.

"Help me with this hard-on. I can see in your eyes that you've been wanting this all night. And for how you've dressed up for me, I think you've earned it."

"You won't think any less of me?"

"Au contraire, I think very highly of you that you're so sensitive and can be so vulnerable to let me into your fantasy."

Relieved, Vanna sat next to Rod and placed her lips over his, teasing his lips with her tongue. Meanwhile she let her hands search over his body, caressing his thighs then sliding her right hand onto his belly. She then dropped her hand onto his cock and began to stroke it back and forth. Finally, she worked her hand up to open his jeans and slowly undid his zipper as she gave oral sex to his tongue.

Rod slowly stood up, still in Vanna's embraces, and then asked, "Would you like to see it?" Again, Vanna's face grew red. "You're too embarrassed, girlfriend. And to break you of this shyness, nothing else will happen unless you ask for what you want. Understood?" Helpless against her own desire, Vanna nodded in agreement. "Very good. You'll see it isn't so bad and I know you'll enjoy it," and as he said this Rod was undoing the buttons on Vanna's blouse while Vanna tilted her head back, ready to let him have his way with her. Removing Vanna's blouse, Rod stood her up in front of him and while placing his hands inside her skirt, he ran his tongue down her neck and along her bustier as he dragged her skirt down to fall at her feet. He finished by placing a kiss on the front of her lacy panties. Standing up once more, he placed a kiss on her and moved his tongue into her receptive mouth. Then he drew his lips across her cheek to nibble on her ear and whispered, "And what would you like next, my dear?"

"May I see it?"

"See what? There's lots to show you."

Vanna struggled to make the words pass her lips, but finally she whispered, "May I see your cock?" There, she had said it, sounding exactly like the woman she'd become. Vanna thought her heart would explode it was pounding so hard and fast. She feared a derisive response.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"May I see your cock, please," she finally asked in a voice meant to be heard.

"That's much better, Vanna. Of course you may."

Here Rod took Vanna's hands and moved them to the top of his jeans and then, without any further coaxing, she slid them down and helped him out of them.

There it was, giant in proportions and bobbing so slightly, a latex strap-on cock which looked as real as life.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Very much," Vanna gushed. For a while she just stood there looking at it, fascinated by it. Then she added, "May I touch your cock?"

"Enjoy yourself, girlfriend."

Vanna's hands eased onto his ponderous cock and she pulled her hands, one after the other, moving from the base to the head, delighting in the sight of her red nails against the pale flesh of Rod's erection. In her excitement, some saliva escaped from her lips and fell onto his penis. Now there was some lubrication so her hands began to move a little faster, the sound of the wetness filling her with more desire.

"You're excellent at hand jobs, Vanna. I wonder what else you're good at."

"Tell me, Rod, will you still respect me no matter what ?"

"Absolutely," he reassured her. "How could I not respect you, my dear?"

Then, running her hands along his sides, Vanna slid down onto her knees in front of him. She was now at eye-level with his magnificent cock.

"And what do you want down there, Vanna?"

She was crouched there before him speechless at his beauty. "You won't hate me for being such a ladyboy?"

"Not at all, Vanna."

She hesitated, working herself up to the moment, and then the words came, dripping from her lips, "May I suck your cock, loverboy?"

"I've been waiting for you to ask me that, sweetheart. I know you've wanted to suck my cock all evening. But you were too inhibited to either ask or do it. I could tell just by looking at you. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off my cock since you first noticed it. Don't worry, I don't think you're gay, Vanna. You just happen to like to suck your wife's cock every now and again. It would get me so hot to watch you make love to my cock with that precious mouth of yours."

"I'll do my best."

"I have no doubts that you'll be the best cocksucker I've ever had."

Rod said THE word, "cocksucker" and he said it in such an endearing way, not derisive or mean. Vanna liked being called Rod's cocksucker. She preferred it as her new pet-name. So she decided to live up to her new nickname. She began by planting a delicate kiss on the cum-hole of his cock and then proceeded to shower the head in her kisses, admiring the lipstick marks she left, so red on the paleness of his man-flesh. She gave a flick of her tongue on his cum-hole and began by licking his cock, from tip to base, with the tip of her tongue. She devoured his cock with her eyes as she took in every detail, every bump, every bulging vein, all the while depositing her saliva all along it's length, leaving no spot untouched by her drooling tongue. She lavished his cock with her worshipful licking.

And then, in an instant, she thrust her entire mouth around the thickness and length of his shaft. She was enthralled by the feel. He was too big for her to fit all the way in, but she did her best. And then she looked up into his eyes, her eyes smiling as she gyrated her cute ass and bobbed up and down on his cock, making such slurping sounds as to make her blowjob even more vigorous. She felt her own rod stirring in her panties as she became the most sultry cock-slurping bitch imaginable.

"You like this, don't you? I can see something peeking out of your panties that tells me you're quite taken with giving me a blowjob."

And Rod was right, the only sign of Vanna's manhood was fully erect, glistening with a large drop of pre-cum.

"You act like you've done this before," Rod said. Vanna's face flushed but she continued to caress his cock with her tongue. "But I don't care, you're mine now and only I will get to enjoy you like this."

Then Vanna lifted his cock up so that she could kiss his balls and take them, one at a time, into her womanly mouth. They were large and tight and she slurped as she sucked on first one and then the other. She continued at this for quite a while, alternating between sucking his rod with her mouth and stroking with her hands, just so she could watch his manhood in her grasp. She slobbered on his Rod's rod for well over half an hour, lubing it with her saliva and smearing it with her "fuck-me" red lipstick. She cast aside any inhibitions and went to town on Rod's cock like a maid serving her master.

With one final lick Vanna stopped and looked up at Rod, her lipstick smeared. "Would you fuck me, Rod?"

"I would be delighted."

Rod helped Vanna onto the bed and removed the garter for her. And then she arched her hips upward as he slid her panties off to reveal the only external sign that Vanna was in fact Van. Raising her still-stockinged legs in the air, Vanna grasped her ankles to present a clear view of her smooth cherry to Rod.

"Take me, Rod. Fuck me with that gorgeous cock of yours." Vanna couldn't believe what she was saying but she was too caught up in the moment to care.

Rolling on a condom and then applying some lubricant, Rod teased the entrance of Vanna's cherry with the head of his cock. Gasps of expectation came from Vanna's lips. Looking deeply into his eyes, Vanna said, "Make me feel like a complete woman tonight. Make me yours."

"I like doing this for you, babe" and with that Rod grasped Vanna's thighs and gently pressed his manhood against her, filling her up, bit by bit, until he had buried himself deep inside her, to the very hilt. She locked her legs behind his back to urge him on as he began thrusting which made her even harder. She curled her hair in one finger and with her other hand massaged her left breast as, with eyes half-open in ecstasy and breaths coming more and more quickly, she completely surrendered herself to him, feeling the fullness of his cock inside of her as it slid in and out. Then, when his thrusting had reached a crescendo, Rod grabbed Vanna's cockette and began stroking it, causing more pre-cum to leak out.

Vanna arched her hips to meet Rod's every thrust, urging him deeper and deeper inside her. She lovingly looked into his eyes as she beheld him driving his manhood into her, ravishing her like the woman she'd become. The feel of his huge cock inside of her, the sounds of Rod's thighs slapping against her buttocks, the sight of him stroking her member, brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

In the midst of his thrusting, Rod picked up a large goblet from the nightstand and handed it to Vanna. "Hold this, girlie, I don't want your cum wasted."

Obeying, Vanna took the goblet and held it in front of her engorged member as Rod continued slamming his cock inside of her and resumed stroking her. It brought Vanna over the edge as, with an explosive gasp, her cock spewed stream after stream of cum into the goblet. She curled forward in her orgasm and, with a sultry look at Rod, she slid her tongue between her lips purring, "I wish that were you shooting your hot and sticky load all over my face."

Rod ceased his thrusting and slowly withdrew his manhood from Vanna. As he slid the condom off he said "You're the best fucking cocksucking slut I have ever had. And what a tight ass!" Vanna smiled dreamily, as content as content can be. Or so she thought. Rod took the goblet from Vanna. "You've been an excellent lover…the best. I enjoy watching you get so into it. Now there's one last thing that I know you want to do. Why don't you ask me?"

At this point, Vanna thought, she had nothing else to lose: giving a handjob, a blowjob, being fucked in her ass. She had fulfilled every fantasy in front of her spouse, except one.

"May I drink that cum?" she said, all a-tremble.

"You can have all of it," said Rod with a wink. Here he laid himself down on the bed and poured the cum from the goblet all over his cock. "Now be a good cocksucking girlfriend and lick me clean."

Vanna didn't have to be told twice. Rod's frankness, calling her "a good cocksucking girlfriend", sent her into a frenzy. She lowered her lips onto his cock and lapped up every rivulet of cum that ran down the length of his shaft as she looked into Rod's eyes and moaned with pleasure. Finally, she deep-throated him and enjoyed the added warmth Rod's rod had having just come out of her cherry. Deliberately making one final loud slurp Vanna looked up and said, "Do I pass, Rod?"

"With flying colors! Now you are fully my woman, Vanna. In every way." And she was, having been completely sissified to the point of eating her own ejaculate. In response she leaned forward to place her tongue in Rod's mouth, to let him taste the fruit of his labors.

After cleaning up, Van and Rhonda lay naked and he cuddled up behind her. "Thank you so much, Rhonda. I felt so girly tonight, so feminine and kittenish. I loved it and you."

"And I loved watching you, my ladyboy." With that, Rhonda gave him a kiss and they drifted off into dreamy sleep as he looked forward to more adventures as Vanna.

 

Newlywed Van reveals some special college photos to his wife, Rhonda. Her curiosity and libido aroused by his secret, she makes him disclose the whole embarrassing truth and more. In one night they find themselves exploring a new horizon of sexuality and Van has his most secret fantasies fulfilled.

  

  

  

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