The Ultimate Collection: 18 Books

by D. L. Savage

  He took the first pair of thong panties from the pile of clothes and slipped them on, feeling their silky fabric slide up his legs, then the thin strip of material fitting tightly between his butt cheeks and resting snugly against his softly-throbbing pussy lips.

  It was such a strange sensation; kind of like a wedgie, but not entirely unpleasant, and he turned to admire his ass once more in the mirrored fitting room, taking in its lovely new curves once more. Wow, he actually looked pretty hot!

  Almost involuntarily, Colt’s hands moved to his small breasts, savoring the tingling sensations that happened whenever his palms and fingertips grazed against his hard little nips.

  He took the matching bra and tried to put it on, but couldn’t seem to work out how to clasp it behind his back. Then he remembered a girl he’d once banged, getting dressed the following morning: she’d clasped it around her waist first, like a belt, then shuffled it up over her tits.

  So Colt tried that, finding it much easier to put on his new bra that way.

  Again he looked at himself in the mirror. The bra gave his perky little tits a tiny bit of cleavage, and he felt another sexy flutter run naughtily around his body.

  Next he pulled on a pair of purple yoga pants, feeling their stretchy clingy fabric moving up over his thighs, then enveloping his full buttocks. Wow. It felt pretty nice to wear something so tight-fitting, and he placed his fingers between his legs, feeling the warmth of his pussy emanating through the fabric by his crotch, and his pussy lips and clit throbbing, sending little waves of excitement around his new body.

  Finally he pulled on a tiny, plain white vest top.

  He took in the full picture: his dusky blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, his full sexy lips, his small but perky tits, his slim waist, and his long legs and sexy round ass.

  He savored the feeling of those tight fitting clothes, really showing off his new figure.

  And for the first time since his transformation, Colt finally felt himself giving in to the sexy naughty thoughts that had been nudging insistently at the very edges of his consciousness.

  It was like a floodgate opening: his mind was suddenly swarming with the hottest and dirtiest images he could possibly imagine.

  He pictured a hot, toned hunk, his abs and six-pack covered with beads of sweat, and there between his legs was a long thick semi-erect cock, with low-slung hairless balls beneath.

  And Colt imagined himself, in his new feminine body and outfit, kneeling before this mystery man, jacking his big meaty cock until it throbbed and stiffened in his little fingers, then pictured himself leaning in and taking the swollen dick tenderly in his eager open mouth.

  As Colt imagined these fantasies, his fingers slid down beneath the tight waistband of his yoga pants, beneath the silky thong, and as his fingertips grazed over his tight pubes then down over his swollen and tingling clit, he registered with a shiver of shock and excitement that his brand new pussy lips were hot and gooey with his juices.

  He only had to slip his fingers a little way into his tight wet cunt before he felt the first sensations of orgasm begin to build in him. As he ground himself faster and harder against his hand, his thighs spread wide, he watched himself in the mirror of the cubicle, his cheeks and chest flushed, his small breasts heaving, his nipples standing out prominently even beneath the vest and bra and his full lips pouting as he ground out a full, body-shaking orgasm, imagining a hard thick cock pumping squirts of cum into his eager, willing mouth.

  When Colt was finished, he brought his glistening wet fingers to his mouth and licked them, tasting the sweet, gooey new taste of his pussy.

  And there in the cubicle, he knew that masturbating wasn’t going to be enough. Tonight, he would have to have his first real cock …

  So that Saturday night, Colt got dressed up in one of his new slinky outfits: a figure-hugging black mini dress and simple black pumps (he still couldn’t get the hang of heels), and underneath it he wore a black bra and a skimpy black g-string and black hold-up stockings. He had done his make up, according to the help and guidance Chloe that had kindly given him at the make up counter after his clothes shopping session, and all that afternoon, he’d spent in the bathroom, rubbing lotions into his body, and even shaving off the few downy patches of hair under his arms, on his calves, and on his pussy lips, just leaving a small neat rectangular patch of pubic hair above his freshly-exposed clit.

  And now he was in Rialto’s nightclub, his old favorite spot for picking up chicks. Saturday night was ‘ladies night’, you see, and Colt found it weird that, instead of having to wait in a long impatient queue with all the other horny, predatory guys like usual, tonight he’d been ushered through immediately by Drake, the beefy black bodyguard who knew Colt by name (as they used the same gym). Yet tonight, Drake hadn’t recognized him as Colt, instead giving him a cheeky wink, and softly murmuring “Hey baby,” under his breath with a strange intensity as Colt had skipped past him and into the club.

  And instead of having to pay for his drinks, he’d been given his first — a large blue vodka cocktail with a straw — for free!

  This night is actually going pretty well so far, he thought to himself.

  As Colt sipped his cocktail and nodded his head to the pumping, propulsive beat of the music, his eyes drifted around the club, only this time it wasn’t hot girls he was looking for. No, tonight, Colt’s eyes drank in the various differentguys in the room. And as he looked at them, checking out their muscles and their broad shoulders, their tans and their jawlines and haircuts, he found himself imagining what their cocks might be like, too, and how they might handle him in bed; how strong and forceful they might be with his tender, yearning new body.

  And as he thought these things, he felt his breath grow slightly shallow, those now-familiar tingles running in little electric shivers around his body, his nipples stiffening tightly beneath the cups of his bra and his pussy lips gently swelling and throbbing. When he turned to walk to the bar to get a second drink, he realized with a blush that he was soaking wet, and he secretly savored the naughty sensation of his gooey pussy lips rubbing together as he walked, and the fabric of his g-string stretched tightly between his butt-cheeks.

  “I’ll get this,” a low manly voice cut in, just as Colt was about to order his second drink. “What are you having?”

  And with a pang of nerves, Colt realized that the guy who was talking to him at the bar was absolutely gorgeous. He looked like a male model. Fuck. Colt felt his heart hammering against his ribs and when he opened his mouth to speak, he hoped it didn’t betray his sudden pang of nerves.

  “Just another cocktail,” he said, glad that his voice sounded high and feminine and somewhat confident. “It was a … Sex on the Beach.”

  He realized as he said it that this might come across as flirting, and in that moment, he realized that he actively wanted to flirt with this hunky stranger, who until just a few days ago ago Colt would have found the thought of flirting with completely fucking homo and disgusting.

  But instead, he smiled and fluttered his eyelashes a little, enjoying the feeling of this hunky guy’s hungry eyes on his body.

  As the stranger leant in and ordered their drinks, Colt checked out his strong, broad shoulders and thick beefy arms. And he imagined himself falling to his knees and hurriedly fumbling this guy’s pants open, tugging out his stiffening cock and hungrily, noisily taking it into his mouth …

  “There you go,” the guy said, turning and handing a blushing Colt his drink. “What’s your name?”

  Colt was about to open his mouth and say his own name, then stopped himself just in time.

  “Chloe,” he said, instead.

  “Chloe,’ the stranger repeated. “What a pretty name! I’m Danny …”

  And as they continued to talk and flirt, Colt found himself savoring Danny’s attention, loving every second of it. At one point, Danny leant in, putting his hand on the small of Colt’s back as he whispered the punchline to a joke in his ea
r, and when Colt laughed, he realized with a shockwave of excitement that Danny’s hand was sliding further down, until it was cupping Colt’s firm buttock, exploring its size and weight beneath the taught fabric of his mini dress.

  Colt took this as his cue, turning and pressing his lips urgently against Danny’s, relishing the feel of Danny’s tongue slipping eagerly into his mouth.

  As they kissed, they embraced, and Colt felt the hot, prominent bulge growing beneath Danny’s jeans and pressing between Colt’s legs. He wanted nothing more than to pull up his dress, right here in this club, and grind his yearning, aching pussy hard against this hot sexy cock. But he knew he would have to hold on, at least until they were somewhere a little more private.

  His whole body was shivering with intense lust.

  He could wait no longer.

  “Why don’t we go back to my place,” Colt purred in Danny’s ear.

  “S-sure thing!” Danny stammered back, his eyes wide with excitement, obviously not expecting this sexy blonde to be quite so easy and eager …

  “Excuse the mess,” Colt said, blushing when he realized just how untidy and dirty and slobby his decidedly male apartment must look. There were old takeout containers and empty beer cans strewn absolutely everywhere, and tatty posters of pin up girls tacked to the walls of the living room and kitchen. “It’s my brother’s place, you see,” he bluffed. “I’m just staying here temporarily while he’s out of town.”

  But Danny didn’t seem to care. He only had eyes for Colt. They’d barely made it into the apartment before they started kissing again, their mouths pressed urgently together. And this time, things got much more intense. Danny’s eager hands began once again exploring Colt’s ass, only this time he tugged up Colt’s dress, too, exposing his bare buttocks.

  And in response, Colt sighed and opened his legs, grinding the hot damp crotch of his g-string hard against Danny’s swelling groin.

  “Fuck baby,” Danny said as his hand slipped down to explore Colt’s pussy, touching gently against the sensitive nub of Colt’s clit through the gossamer thin material of his panties, “You’re so fucking wet.”

  Then his fingers pulled the gusset of Colt’s g-string to one side, and plunged deep into Colt’s yearning pussyhole.

  Oh wow!

  Colt shivered with ecstasy as these strong manly fingers began fucking him. He ground himself in a steady rhythm hard against Danny’s hand, working up an intense full-body orgasmic feeling that was even more full-on than any he’d previously known. When it hit, it was almost too much to take. Colt whimpered and shuddered, throwing his trembling body around Danny’s rugged frame, pressing his small breasts and hard nipples against Danny’s broad muscular chest, as those thick hot fingers worked every last drop of pleasure from his young body.

  When he’d finally returned to his senses a little, Colt knew exactly what he wanted to do next: it was the thing that had been cropping up so often in all his horny fantasies, the thing which his whole mind and body seemed to want more than anything else in the world right now ...

  He dropped to his knees and began tugging and fumbling at Danny’s belt.

  Danny quickly got the message and yanked open his flies, scooping out a big thick veiny cock and balls from his cotton boxers. With it came a slightly sweaty musky smell, too, but this heady scent actually turned Colt on even more, and he reached out with a trembling hand and masturbated the big veiny cock before him with his tiny girly fingers, working a large clear bead of precum from its tip. The head was pink and bulbous and Colt just had to have it in his mouth. So he extended his tongue then brought his face eagerly towards Danny’s groin, taking the big cock head gently into his mouth, closing his full sensuous lips around it, then slowly, gently masturbating Danny’s shaft while sucking up and down on as much of his dick as he could fit into his mouth.

  He was obviously doing a good job, as he felt Danny groan and begin to thrust his hips, and he felt his cock swell and grow in his mouth. Fuck, that was such a hot feeling! And Colt shivered and moaned as much as he was able with his mouth stuffed with hot thick cock.

  His fingers slid down to his breasts, easily scooping them free from the front of his bra and dress, his nipples so hard and stiff they felt almost painful. He toyed with them for a while as Danny fucked his mouth, and then his hands moved down to his pussy.

  He tugged his g-string to one side, and touched his fingers softly to his wet, throbbing clit. It was swollen hard, almost like a little dick, and he only had to toy with it for a few seconds before he felt a second orgasm begin to shiver through him. This one wasn’t as intense as the first, but it was still pretty hot, and it lasted so much longer than any he’d experienced as a guy. It seemed to just keep on coming, in wave after electric wave, and it radiated out all around his shivering body.

  Once he had finished cumming, Colt stood back up again, his legs wobbly from the intense pleasure he was still feeling.

  “I want to fuck you, turn around and bend over that sofa,” Danny grunted, and Colt nodded and obliged, finding it really hot to be told what to do, to be the subservient little slut of this gruff horny guy.

  Normally he was the one who told people what to do. But now he wanted nothing more than to be used, to be fucked rough and hard by this almost-stranger.

  So Colt turned and spread his legs, arching his back, thrusting his ass into the air, feeling the cool air of the apartment on his bare buttocks.

  He could hear Danny tearing open a condom and fumbling it on behind him, and as he waited, he stepped out of his g-string then reached behind and spread his ass cheeks, giving Danny a tantalizing view of his shaved, swollen pussylips and his tight little asshole.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” Danny groaned, stepping forward hurriedly.

  Colt felt his hot rough fingers between his legs, toying with his wet pussy lips for a moment, then working upwards, one of his wet fingertips sliding tantalizingly into his asshole.

  Colt moaned and thrust himself back further.

  His pussy felt so open, so ready, so completely in need of being filled up with dick. It was like a sweet, sensual pain, and he knew that nothing in the world could satisfy him now except hot, thick cock.

  Luckily just at that moment, he felt Danny’s cockhead finally touching against his pussy lips.

  It slipped a little way inside, just an inch or os, and the sensation was waymore intense than Colt had been expecting. Wow, it was really stretching him open, filling him right up, and the feeling was at a strange and wonderful halfway point, right on the brink between pleasure and pain.

  “Be gentle,” Colt murmured. “Take it slow now, baby.”

  Danny’s hands gripped Colt’s waist as he fed more and more of his big hot throbbing cock into Colt’s cunt, stretching him wide open. And it seemed to just keep on coming. When it was almost too much, Colt finally felt Danny’s hips touch against his buttcheeks and he breathed out a sigh of relief.

  Then Danny slid out again, a little way, then back in. And slowly any pain faded away, and all that was left was the hottest most intense pleasure Colt had ever known. Fuck! It was so good. As Danny picked up in intensity, grabbing Colt’s hips as he began to really slam his big meaty cock into Colt’s pussy, Colt reached down and touched his trembling fingers to his clit hood, too.

  “Oh shit,” Colt squealed.

  Danny carried on fucking him, harder and faster, harder and faster from behind as Colt worked his hot throbbing bean in tight little circles, thrusting his ass backwards, gripping the sofa with his other hand to steady himself, all the while feeling that thick pulsing rod sliding in and out of his tight wet cunt hole.

  Colt and Danny came at the same time, Colt’s pussy spasming and clenching hard around Danny’s cock, and Colt could feel Danny’s shaft jerking and pulsing deep inside him, just as his own cock had used to jerk and squirt, back when he’d been the one fucking girls.

  It felt so good, so fucking good, he wished it could last forever …

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bsp; Morning sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, gently waking Colt from another deep and dreamless sleep. It took him a few groggy moments to work out what was different to usual, and then he remembered. He shifted a little, opened one sleepy eye, and took in Danny’s sleeping muscular frame, sleeping there next to him. His eyes grazed hungrily over Danny’s broad, sculpted shoulders and he felt a nervous flutter of excitement in his stomach as he remembered all the things they’d got up to last night.

  And then his horny, swirling mind shifted instead to focus on all the things that he was yet to experience as a woman: he’d never taken a cock in his ass, for instance, or experienced what it might feel like to let someone cum in his mouth. Man, there was so much left to do, and he hoped that Danny didn’t have to shoot off anywhere on this lazy Sunday morning, so perhaps they could try out some of the items on his wishlist now.

  With a cheeky smile, Colt sat up in bed and shook his morning dose of FemTrans pills onto his palm, then quickly washed them down with water.

  I wish this trial lasted longer, he thought sadly as he swallowed down the pills. I could happily stay like this forever.

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  5

  Pegged in Panties

  “I’m going away this weekend, don’t forget,” Alison said one morning over breakfast.

  “Oh yeah, I’d almost forgotten!” I replied, hoping my lie sounded genuine.

  Truth was, I’d been unable to stop thinking about my time alone in the house that weekend. And whenever I did think about all the naughty, secret things I was planning to get up to while my wife was away on a business conference, my cock tingled and swelled in my shorts.

  I’d bought a realistic dildo online, especially for the occasion, and right now it was hidden in a package in one of the dusty old cupboards in the garage that Alison never went into. And that wasn’t all. I’d sent away for some sexy lingerie too — nothing like the regular, everyday panties and bras that Alison wore. I’d spent a whole evening last week making my selection: two silky thongs, one in white and one in a bright pink, a black g-string, and a sexy little lace vest top too. And to top it all off, I’d bought myself a long black wig.