GIRLIFIED: 15 BOOKS MEGA BUNDLE

by Nikki Crescent

  “I like you,” he said.

  Erin looked up at him with a smile. “I like you too,” she said.

  “Really?” he asked.

  “Am I not sucking your cock?”

  His cheeks turned red enough that Erin could see the redness in that dark room. She watched as a strange look crossed his face. “Is your hair a different colour?”

  “I’m not wearing my wig,” she said.

  “Oh,” he said, but that strange look remained on his face. She continued sucking his cock. He was still solid and warm and throbbing. Another little bout of pre-cum drooled out of him. “I hope you aren’t just doing this because you feel like you owe me,” he said.

  “No,” she said without taking her lips away from his warm girth.

  “Okay, good,” he said. “Because I’d be happy to pleasure you, too. I don’t want you to think that this is just a one way street, you know?”

  Erin smiled. “Really?” she said.

  “Of course,” he said.

  So Erin slipped his warm dick out from her mouth and she crawled back up. She stood up on her knees and shimmied forward, so her crotch was right at Kalvin’s face. Then she reached down and fished out her cock, and held it out towards Kalvin’s lips. But Kalvin didn’t open his lips. He didn’t move at all. Suddenly, he was frozen stiff with wide eyes and a jaw that trembled slightly.

  “What’s wrong?” Erin asked.

  “Is—Is that a—a—a cock?” he asked.

  Erin’s heart plunged into her stomach. Did he not know? Was it not obvious? He’d watched her show twice now, and she didn’t keep it hidden. That groom-to-be even rubbed his hands over her cock—surely he would have said something to his friends… or did he not notice? Could he not tell the difference between feeling a tucked back cock and feeling a pussy? Did everyone think they were watching an actual woman stripper?

  Erin had assumed she’d been hired specially because of her extra endowment. Before she got fucked by Mel in that bar bathroom, he had said he knew she was a trap—was he lying? Did he not tell any of his friends? “I thought you knew,” Erin said. Even she found herself frozen with embarrassment. She was even too stiff to reached down and tuck her cock back into her lingerie. Kalvin continued to stare at it with horrified eyes, filling Erin with a strong, churning guilt.

  Kalvin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s okay,” he said. And then he said it again, and again. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.” He opened his eyes and looked at Erin. “It’s just a cock. It’s just another part of your body. Right?”

  “I’m so sorry,” Erin said. And she finally snapped out of her frozen state of terror. She reached down and started to push her dick back into her lingerie.

  “Wait,” Kalvin said. “Keep it out.” So she kept it out. Kalvin took another deep breath and then he slowly reached up for it.

  “You don’t have to do this,” Erin said, realizing he was about to suck her cock just to keep her from being upset.

  “I want to do it,” he said, but he didn’t sound too convincing. He gently slipped his trembling fingers around her girth and then he froze for a moment. “I want to do it,” he said again, as if he was trying to convince himself. He started to gently pump. It felt good, but it also felt incredibly awkward. Erin didn’t want him to do something he didn’t want to do. She already felt guilty enough. But now she didn’t know how to stop him as he massaged the blood into her shaft. She started getting harder.

  He kept his eyes on her chest and her face, trying not to look down at the cock. Erin figured it would be a good idea to release her tits, to make him feel more comfortable with the situation—so he could lay his gaze upon something more familiar. So she slipped the straps of her lingerie over her shoulders and she gently tugged down her top. Her perky tits were out now. She cupped them with her hands and gently squeezed—men loved it when she squeezed her own tits and fondled her own nipples. Kalvin seemed to love it as well. He watched with a fixed gaze as she gently rolled her nipples between her thumbs and pointer fingers, making them perky and hard—plus it felt nice.

  Kalvin’s gaze then slowly lowered down to Erin’s now-throbbing erection. He took another deep breath and then he leaned his head forward, parting his lips, sinking her cock into his mouth.

  CHAPTER X

  He’d never sucked a cock. He’d never even seen an erection that wasn’t his own before, unless you count in pornography. He always thought they would be gross—but Erin’s certainly wasn’t gross. It wasn’t any grosser than any other part of her body, and her body certainly wasn’t gross—in fact it was beautiful. And he didn’t want to let her down, so sucking her cock was the least he could do.

  He could feel it getting harder and bigger in his mouth, which was a strange feeling. He ran the tip of his tongue over the tip of her penis, feeling that small hole where cum would soon be shooting out of. He was terrified that she was going to blast off without warning, into his mouth—now that would have been gross. He probably wouldn’t have handled that so well. But he knew that if they were going to do it—have sex—then that cum would inevitably end up somewhere—either on his body, in his body, or on her body. Maybe he could lay her on her back and jerk her off until she came on her own abdomen. At least then her load wouldn’t touch him.

  But now, she was on top of him and he was feeling strangely submissive—too afraid to flip her over and too afraid to ask her to move. He knew that she was in control of their romp, though he didn’t know why or even how. So he just continued to suck her cock. He put his hands on her thighs and gently rubbed up and down. Her skin was smooth and warm, just like a woman’s—at least she felt and looked like a woman. At least Kalvin wasn’t on his back sucking the cock of some muscly, hairy dude. Erin was gently and pretty—though she was taller than Kalvin, and probably thicker too—but she was curvy, not broad. Even though she was bigger, she certainly didn’t look more masculine.

  He slipped her cock out from his mouth so he could get a breath of air. A strand of saliva connected her throbbing tip to his bottom lip. Erin was looking down at him with a big grin and red cheeks. He looked back up at her and smiled. “Not so bad, right?” she asked.

  “Not at all,” he said, his heart pounding and his mind spinning. He looked back at the cock and was shocked by how big it was. It felt big in his mouth but it looked gigantic to his eyes. It bobbed slightly, but it stood up straight with a curve, like a dull scimitar. Her balls swelled—even they were huge. How did she keep her package hidden during her shows? How was she able to tuck such an impressive beast? Kalvin watched as a drop of his own saliva dripped off of her cock, onto his chest.

  She walked herself back, back to the missionary position. As she lowered herself down, Kalvin could feel her warm, throbbing cock press up against his. She started kissing him again while gently thrusting, grinding her cock against his. It felt good, to Kalvin’s surprise. He even found himself gently grinding in response, mashing the tip of his penis against the tip of her penis.

  He looked down and saw her cock mashed against his. She had a bigger member than him—he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. But he didn’t let it get to him. He looked back into her eyes and suddenly felt confused. She wasn’t wearing any makeup but she still looked beautiful. How could a biological man look so beautiful? How could such a pretty thing have such a massive cock? She reached her hand down and grabbed her cock. He felt her tip glide down his length, across his ball sack, and down to his butthole. His heart skipped a beat as he realized what she was doing. It was a simple matter of telling her he didn’t want to be penetrated, but he couldn’t will himself to say it aloud. He just bit down on his tongue and tried to gather the courage. But he just couldn’t say it. He couldn’t even squirm his body away to stop her. She was in control. He was the submissive and she was the dominant.

  She started to push her dick against his butthole. He clenched hard but knew clenching wouldn’t stop the inevitable penetration. He tried to
relax his body, especially the muscles in his ass so it wouldn’t hurt so bad, but it was nearly impossible to relax with the image of her giant cock on the forefront his mind, and in his peripheral vision.

  His lips parted as the will to ask her to stop finally came to him, but the will quickly fluttered away and he found himself with parted lips and nothing to say. Her cock penetrated his ass. His body became tense, even though she only had a single inch inside of him. He clenched hard but she managed to travel deeper, pushing further and further in. Kalvin closed his eyes. He had been worried it would hurt but now the opposite was turning out to be true: it felt good—really good. He was afraid that he would start moaning in ecstasy. He didn’t want to like it, and he certainly didn’t want anyone—even Erin—knowing that he liked it. But once she had four of her nine inches inside of him, he began to realize that it was going to be impossible to resist the urge to squirm, moan, and come all over himself.

  His cock was throbbing on his abdomen. His prostate was pulsing warm blasts of euphoria into his cock, and he was suddenly worried he wouldn’t last long. He put his hands on Erin’s sides, but her body felt too nice—he had to avoid feeling her and looking at her if he was going to last more than sixty seconds. He closed his eyes and took a series of deep breaths.

  She started thrusting in and out. She only had half of her cock in him, but she was sinking deeper with each penetration. He could feel his anus stretching but it didn’t hurt. He liked it. He wanted it to stretch wider. He managed to unclench, allowing Erin to sink even deeper. And then he heard the words leave his lips: “More,” he said. And then his cheeks turned a shade of dark red as he realized he was begging for her cock.

  She sunk deep slowly, and he could feel every inch—every centimetre—every millimetre. He could feel her veins pumping blood and he could feel every little twitch. And it wasn’t long before he could feel her ball sack pressed hard against his ass. She was inside of him completely—nearly nine inches of thick, warm dick inside of his body. He let out a long, loud moan, and then she started to pump him.

  He let his head fall back. He grabbed her sides tightly, sinking his nails into her skin, but she didn’t seem to mind. His knees rose up and clamped hard around her soft body, but again she didn’t seem to mind. It took a moment for him to realize she had her fingers curled around his cock. She was pumping him quickly, trying to get him to come. He wanted the moment to last, but he also didn’t want to put an end to the incredible euphoria that was pulsing miraculously through his body. So he held on, bit hard on his tongue, and did everything he could to will his orgasm away—to extend that pleasure for just another couple of minutes, or even just a single minute if that was all he could muster.

  “Oh fucking God!” he cried, and then he looked down just as his cock sprayed his torso with warm jizz. Erin was looking down and watching with glowing eyes. She liked what she was seeing.

  She was pumping his ass harder than ever, ramming it quickly into her tush, making his squirm all over. She had to hold him tight, so that each penetration would mash into his prostate. And so far she was successful. It was only a few more hard pumps before she pulled out, held her cock tightly in her hand, and started spraying Kalvin’s whole body and face with her warm white load. He liked it. He liked the way it felt as it splashed against his skin. He even found himself smearing it all over his chest, still half in his state of euphoria even though his cock had drained and there was no more cock in his anus.

  Erin stumbled back and then she managed to pull herself to her feet. Her skin glistened with sweat. “That was fun,” she said. “I hope you had fun, too.”

  Kalvin nodded with an awkward smile. He never thought he would enjoy being fucked so much. He never thought he would enjoy being with a trap so much.

  And even though he was realizing he liked Erin a whole lot more than he thought before, he knew that he could no longer hire her for bachelor parties. As soon as one of his friends found out that Erin was actually a tranny, shit would hit the fan. God forbid one of the grooms-to-be were to find out that Erin wasn’t all-female…

  But even though he couldn’t hire her for parties anymore—he could still enjoy her for himself. He threw the blanket of his bed open and insisted she spend the night in his bed. She slipped up next to him, snuggling her warm bum into his crotch. He threw an arm over her soft body and proceeded to have one of the best sleeps of his life. And it all seemed perfect until the morning, when he woke up to a text message from Mel. “I need to come over and grab those tools I left at your place last week,” Mel’s message read. Kalvin’s heart started pounding.

  He knew that Mel had gone into that bathroom with Erin—and presumably, they’d fooled around. But they weren’t in the bathroom for long before Erin left and Mel came out looking devastated. Surely Mel knew about Erin’s secret. And if Mel now saw Erin in Kalvin’s condo, she would know that Kalvin got down and dirty with a trap.

  As the morning sunlight bled through Kalvin’s blinds, he looked at Erin, who was sleeping peacefully. He needed to think of a way to get her to leave, but he couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t upset her.

  CHAPTER XI

  Mel stood at the entrance to Kalvin’s apartment building. It was a cool morning and he’d forgotten to bring a sweater with him; so he held his arms tight to his body and tried his best not to shiver in front of the people on their way to work. He thought about slipping into the apartment building’s lobby as one man left the building, but he wanted to make sure Kalvin knew he was coming, so he pressed Kalvin’s buzzer again.

  But Kalvin wasn’t answering—which was strange, because he’d answered his text message saying, “Come over whenever.”

  Mel smiled at a couple as they walked by, and the temptation to sneak in as they went into the building was strong. But instead he just pressed the buzzer again. But still, there was no answer. So when the next person came through that door, Mel let himself in.

  But without being buzzed in, he couldn’t get up to Kalvin’s floor. He didn’t have a key-card for the elevator, so he was stuck riding it up to the fifteenth floor with the next man who was on his way up to the fifteenth floor. From there, he was stuck taking the stairs. His legs were sore long before he reached his destination. But at least the stairwell was warm—though it was almost too warm. Now he had beads of sweat on the back on his neck as he walked up to Kalvin’s apartment door. He knocked.

  And he heard someone moving around inside. He waited a minute before knocking again. He could still hear the faint footsteps of someone inside, as if Kalvin was in there, frantically trying to clean up. It wouldn’t have been unlike him, trying to make the condo perfectly tidy before letting any guests in. “I don’t care if it’s a mess, Kalvin!” Mel shouted. “I just want to grab those tools.”

  Another thirty seconds passed and then the door finally opened. Kalvin stood with a big smile. “Sorry about the wait. I was just trying to find your tools.”

  “I remember where I left them,” Mel said. He tried to take a step into the apartment but Kalvin didn’t move aside.

  “Oh, I found them. They’re here,” Kalvin said, lifting up a bag. He handed it to Mel. Mel looked inside.

  “I don’t see the sawzall. Did you see that anywhere?”

  “What’s a sawzall?”

  “I think I know where I left it. I can just grab it.” Mel took another step, but Kalvin didn’t move aside at first. He hesitated and then reluctantly held the door open. “What’s going on with you? You doing something illegal in here or something?”

  Kalvin let out an uncomfortably fake laugh. “No,” he said. “I just don’t like people seeing the place when it’s messy.”

  Mel looked around, put off by Kalvin’s statement because the condo was immaculate, as it always was. He couldn’t even spot a speck of dust in the whole space. “You need help, buddy.” He laughed and started walking towards the bedroom. He’d been helping Kalvin set up a bed frame, which had arrived in the wrong siz
e and the company had refused to do a return. Luckily Mel was able to make the bed frame the same size with some simple carpentry skills and a plethora of tools. The night he’d helped Kalvin out with the project, they ended up going out for drinks afterwards and then Mel went home in a cab, leaving all of his tools at Kalvin’s house.

  “Why would it be in there?” Kalvin asked, running up to block the bedroom door.

  “Because we were working in there, dummy.”

  Kalvin stepped in front of the door. “I can just grab it then. Where is it?”

  Mel smiled, realizing what was happening: Kalvin had a girl over. He was trying to hide his nightly fling. He was probably embarrassed—maybe she was a one-night stand. Kalvin never had one-night stands and he was always mocking people who didn’t have the same reservations. So of course he would try to hide his romp now—that explained all of the delaying. Maybe she was passed out from a night of heavy drinking and he couldn’t get her up and out of his bed. “So how was the bachelor party last night?” Mel asked with a big smirk.

  “It was fine. So where is the saw thing? I’ll grab it,” Kalvin said, his cheeks turning redder.

  And then the bedroom door opened and Erin stepped out. She was wearing one of Kalvin’s shirts, which looked baggy on her even though she was bigger than him. She was only wearing panties on her legs. Her stilettos were scattered on the floor with some sexy white lace lingerie.

  Mel’s heart plunged into his gut. He looked into Kalvin’s eyes and realized suddenly why Kalvin was being so sheepish: he’d slept with a tranny, and he knew that Mel knew she was a tranny.

  He looked back at Erin, who was smiling in the doorway, looking cute and innocent as if she really didn’t understand the conflict that was unfolding before her.

  Mel found himself wondering at a mile a minute if Kalvin knew that he’d slept with Erin in that bar bathroom. Did she tell him? Or did Kalvin assume that Mel saw her cock and then the romp ended then and there? Mel looked into Kalvin’s eyes briefly in an attempt to read his thoughts, but he could tell that Kalvin’s only thought was: how am I going to explain this to Mel?