by Carl S East
I smiled. “I had him change the spell a little. From now on…this is me.”
“But…but why?”
I shrugged conscious of the way it made my bosom move. “I really like it. I’ve been feeling that way more and more every time that we exchange, that I just wanted to stay like this. So I had him change the spell a little.”
“But…but what about your family, or our friends, and…”
I grinned, knowing that it looked devilishly attractive on my face. “They all remember me like this now. Just a quick little tweak in the reality of the world and we’re set. Granted, it’s going to take another year to pay off…”
He reached out and took my hand. “Are you sure?”
I squeezed his hand and then pulled it up and put it on my nearest breast. “Totally sure. Congratulations, tiger.”
He grinned and squeezed back, and I closed my eyes to lie back on the chair. The exchange was over, and it was time to start our lives.
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Maxwell Avoi writes transgender erotic short stories and novellas in raspberry, sci-fi and fantasy flavors. You can find more information about him at his blog: http://maxwellavoi.wordpress.com/
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The Crush
By Carl East
Sometimes, I wish I were just like the other Guys, who make it seem so easy to get a date. The truth is I prefer older women, so going around with my friends arm in arm with a forty year old isn’t something you see very often.
It all started last year on my eighteenth birthday when a few neighbors were invited around for drinks and a barbecue. Lisa, who lived next door, was a thirty-year-old single woman. She’d lost her husband in the gulf a few years previously, and she was someone I liked, someone I liked a lot.
I’d mow her lawn for her and do the occasional errand, so I saw her quite often. She didn’t know that I had a crush on her though, as I tried not to make it too obvious. I guess I thought if she knew how I looked upon her she’d distance herself from me and I’d never get to see her.
Anyway, on this day, she came around and because we have a pool, she was wearing her bathing costume. My God, she looked sexy in that two piece suit. In fact, it took a lot of effort not to stare as she walked along the pool before diving in. I remember thinking how she’d probably laugh if she knew how an eighteen-year-old Guy looked upon her, and what he’d like to do to her.
The day wore on as days do, and soon people were congratulating me and leaving the party. When it came time for Lisa to leave, she gave me a hug and asked when I had a minute could I fix the shelf in her kitchen. Of course, I was very happy to do so, but first I had to clean up the mess in the back yard. Having told her that she said she’d see me later then.
What I didn’t tell her was that I always liked to clean up before going around to her house as I guess if any opportunity did come up, I’d be at my best. Silly I know but hey, it’s better to be prepared right?
So there I was knocking on her door and waiting for a response. When the door opened, I found Lisa dressed in a short skirt and tight tank top, which all showed off her figure incredibly.
“Hi Richard, come in,” she said, opening the door wider.
I walked in trying to keep my eyes to myself, and she directed me to the kitchen. I found the problem straight away, as one of the screws in the shelving had snapped. It just needed a better plug, and before long, I’d fixed it. Lisa had been hovering behind me all this time, which made me wonder if she was watching me work or just watching me. I guess I hoped the latter, as it would fit with my fantasies.
When I got down from the shelving, Lisa thanked me and asked if I’d like a drink. Now I’d already had eight beers during the day, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me so I said yes please. She immediately poured a couple of vodka tonics and handed me one. Of course, I didn’t tell her I didn’t like vodka, so I just drank it as we talked.
Now face to face at the kitchen table I could see her midriff, and realized that she must work out as she had a well-toned body. She caught me looking, and asked if I like what I saw.
“You clearly look after yourself, that’s evident by how well toned your stomach muscles are,” I said.
“Why thank you Richard, I do try to keep in shape,” she replied.
“Football keeps me fairly fit, so I don’t need to work out much,” I said, trying to keep the conversation going.
“I used to watch football a lot, look I’ll show you,” she replied.
She got up from the table and crossed over to the other side of the kitchen where she had personal belongings under one of the work surfaces. As she bent down to rummage through the various papers and books, I realized I could see the thong she was wearing. My eyes were clued to that spot, and I realized I’d gotten a boner. My God, she had a nice ass I thought as she stood back up.
“Here it is,” she said, placing a photo album onto the table.
She flicked through a few pages and found the ones she was looking for.
“That’s me when I was twenty five cheering on the team,” she said, pointing to the picture.
When I looked I blurted something out that I wouldn’t normally say, but it felt appropriate at the time.
“My God you look incredibly hot in that photo,” I said.
I realized what I’d said in an instant, and attentively looked up to gauge her response.
“Thank you Richard, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in quite some time.”
Then it happened, I was about to have the best day of my life and appropriately it was on my birthday. Lisa stood up and took hold of my hand, making me stand and then she kissed me. It was a tender kiss, and I responded by placing my right hand on her cheek and kissing her passionately.
Next thing I know we’re both pawing at each other’s clothing, and stripping off right there in the kitchen. I found out later that this was something she’d wanted to do for the past year, but she’d waited until I was eighteen. So there we were kissing hard and completely naked and for the first time I saw what all my fantasies told me I’d see.
She had an incredible body, but the best part was that she had shaved her pubic region. That always turned me on, and when she looked down and caught sight of my hardness, she made a comment that just made my day.
“My God you’ve got a nice cock.”
She then ran her hands over my hardened member, as I reached up to cup her breasts in the palm of my hands and squeezed gently. She then dropped to her knees and licked the end of my cock before allowing it to pass her lips. This was high on my fantasy wish list, and had been for some time. I looked down to see her mouth covering more than half of my hardness, and it felt wonderful.
She was doing this delightful little thing with her tongue whenever she drew my cock out, she would lick around the ridge before allowing it to sink back in. I realized straight away that she was clearly experienced at giving a blowjob. My cock had never felt this rigid, and the thought occurred to me about how long I could hold off with this treatment going on before I shot my load. I really didn’t want my first load to come too quickly, as I felt it would show an immaturity on my part. I know, these things go through our minds at the worst times, but I wanted to impress her.
I loved watching her breasts jiggling in that delightful manner whenever she bobbed back and forth. I then realized that I was close to coming and told her so, but she carried on until she could feel my cock throbbing. She then removed it from her mouth and pointed it down towards her breasts while still rubbing the full length with her right hand.
When I came, it was a long string of semen, which exploded from the end of my cock and landed squarely on her breasts. She then engulfed my cock again for the second burst and swallowed the rest as it escaped. I moaned aloud, and watched my first load as it trickled down her chest. She stood up a moment later still rubbing my cock with bot
h hands.
We kissed again and then she whispered that she wanted me to taste her sex. I never hesitated; I cleared the kitchen table and sat her down on the top. She lay back and I spread her legs. With both hands, I spread her delicate pussy lips apart, and started to lick the outer edges. She placed her hands onto the back of my head pressing me forward, and I licked her clit vigorously. I soon found out when doing that that she was a vocal person as she began to moan aloud, while she bucked her hips up and down.
I decided at that point to bring a finger or two into play and began to finger her whilst still licking her clit with the tip of my tongue. This made her almost scream, which I found very appealing and quite a turn on. She then shouted that she was going to cum so I redoubled my efforts to make sure she came well.
“Oh yes right there…keep it going…yes…yes. Oh my God I’m going to cum,” she shouted, closing her legs slightly as she quivered with her first orgasm.
I carried on until she shouted to stop, and then I stood up between her legs. At first, she was just slumped on top of the table, and I guessed she was coming down from that lovely place we all strive to reach. She then smiled up at me and opened her legs wide. I didn’t need a second invite as my cock was now rock hard once again and ready for action. I held both her legs apart and spread them a little further before positioning myself. At first, I just rubbed the end of my cock through the delicate folds of skin that surrounded her pussy, before guiding the tip into the entrance and slowly pushing forward. She raised her hips a little and I found it easy to glide my cock deep into her womanhood.
“Oh God you’re big,” she said.
I then began to rock back and forth watching as my cock stretched her opening, and she began to moan aloud again. It was when I began to fuck her hard that she lost all control. Her demeanor changed and suddenly she was a wanton slut as she was screaming out profanities.
“Yes…fuck that pussy. Harder…harder, God I fucking love your cock,” she shouted.
By now I was slamming it in and the only thoughts passing through my mind was how much I wanted to make this little beauty scream with another orgasm. I watched her squeezing her nipples painfully as the onslaught continued, and then she let out an almighty yell that she was coming. I fucked her harder and faster at that point and could feel that she was completely soaked. The muscles in her pussy wall seemed to be gripping me harder, and suddenly she gushed over my cock with a scream that filled the kitchen.
I only stopped when she placed her hand onto my stomach and pushed me back slightly indicating that she’d had enough. She lay there for a few seconds composing herself and then opened her eyes and smiled up at me before sitting up on the edge of the table.
“That was wonderful Richard, but you didn’t cum?”
“I was on the verge but you came quicker, so I figured we could carry on.”
Without saying a word, she got off the table and turned around to bend over it instead. I wasted no time as she spread her legs wide apart, by positioning myself as before and slowly entered her with ease, as she was still very wet. Holding her butt cheeks with both hands, I began to fuck her hard. The sounds of my upper thighs slapping her ass cheeks as I fucked her from behind filled the room, and soon she was egging me on to fuck her harder once more. With all the sights and sounds of that moment, going through my mind it wasn’t long before I shouted out that I was going to ejaculate. She in turn pulled away and turned around to lower herself into position just as I came for the second time that day.
It turned out that she wasn’t quick enough for the first explosive exit and caught the full load on her face before getting it under control and sucking me dry once more. After that, we dressed and talked for what seemed hours.
I still see her occasionally for sex, but I found out that she wasn’t looking for a relationship. All of this left me wanting older women, I just felt they were more mature not to mention more experienced. I still haven’t found one, but hey, I’m still young and there’s plenty of fish in the sea, or so they say.
The End
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About the Author
I was born in Hull, England. I’ve been writing for some years now mainly for the pleasure of it all but with the advent of self-publishing I’ve entered a completely new world. I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. If so, I’d love to read a review from you just to show me that you did at least enjoy the story.
Discover other titles by Carl East at Smashwords.com:
Title 1 – My Stepfather 2
Title 2 – Paranormal Encounters
Title 3 – Lisa’s Erotic Adventures
Daddy's Halloween Treat
By Jasmine Dayne
My fingers clutched at the scratchy fabric beneath me as Leo's tongue swiped across my clit. Ever impatient, he shoved a thick finger inside my pussy. I wasn't very wet yet and it almost hurt in the most delicious way. He had very little style when it came to giving me head, but rough worked for me too, sometimes.
"Mmm, yeah…" I looked down my body. My high, round breasts were a gorgeous frame as my eyes scanned down to my smooth mound, currently hidden behind Leo's shaggy brown hair. I closed my eyes to concentrate and make the sounds of the party downstairs retreat. He'd get bored between my thighs soon enough and I wanted to cum first.
I took one of my nipples and pinched it, tugging at the soft pink flesh. Leo's teeth scraped over my clit, sending a rush of cream out of my pussy and a wave of pleasure through my body. I was close, oh so close when a sound behind me startled me.
Sitting up quickly, I saw something that made my blood boil. Three male shapes stood in the doorway, masks covering their faces and erections stretching their pants. I shoved Leo off the bottom of the futon and yanked the cheap blanket around me. "What the fuck?"
He rose and grinned at me sheepishly. "Oops."
"Oops? That's all you have to say?"
Leo shrugged. "Sorry, Val. The guys just wanted to watch for a few minutes."
"Asshole!" I yelled. "You're letting your shit for brains frat brothers watch us have sex and didn't care enough to ask me?"
"You weren't supposed to see them."
I jumped up, grabbed my things from the floor and pushed past the idiots still lurking by the door. "Here's one thing you'll never see again, Leo: Me."
Getting down the stairs and through the throngs of people filling the house was quite a task. Someone spilled a beer down my back and I kept tripping over the blanket where it dragged on the floor. Happy for the first time that night that I was completely sober, I ran to the student parking lot, stopping only to slide my shoes back on.
Once I was safely inside my car I let my head fall forward against the steering wheel, furious with Leo and myself forever letting a jerk like him touch me. After a few moments and a dozen deep breaths, I pulled myself together and started the car. It took longer than usual to get off campus because it seemed every inch of space was full of people in colorful, funny, scary and plain silly costumes. It was only ten o'clock and the whole school was in a frenzy of Halloween excitement.
I sighed as I drove towards the one place I knew would be quiet and peaceful, my mom's house. She and her husband would be spending the weekend with friends out of town, so I'd have the house to myself. I'd only been in college for two months, but it was already wearing on me.
The thirty-minute drive gave me time to calm down and organize my thoughts. When I went back to school things were going to change. No more hooking up with any hot guy who paid attention to me. I deserved someone with a little maturity and common sense. Not a weasel frat-rat like Leo. He certainly wasn't worth the hassle. And the worst part was I might have been into letting someone watch us if he'd just asked instead of tried to sneak it by me. I mean, I wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, but I wasn't a slut, either. Most of the dirtiest things I'd thought of stayed in my head. Either way he took the choice away from me, and that wasn't cool.
Finally, I pulled into t
he driveway and smiled. There was a jack o' lantern on the porch next to a bowl of candy. That had to be Jake. My mother had never shown any interest in Halloween. She liked to be out of town to keep from having to celebrate, let alone hand out sweets. At the time, as I parked in front of the closed garage door, it didn't occur to me that the carved pumpkin had a candle flickering inside it, which wouldn't be possible if no one was at home.
Instead, my focus was on getting inside, into a hot shower and some PJs, and spending the night with some scary movies. I unlocked the door, shut off the alarm and went upstairs to my room. Well, we called it my room but it really wasn't. Mom and Jake had met online when I was fifteen and spent the next two years dating long-distance. I'd only met him a few times when I decided to apply to the local University. We came out for a visit and he proposed. When I got accepted Mom decided to come up here to live so I could have a place nearby to spend holidays. To be honest, I think the real reason she wanted to move here was so Jake could hang out with me and she wouldn't feel so guilty about traveling so much. She got a lot of money in the divorce from my real dad and was having a lot of fun spending it.
As soon as I got to my room, I tossed the blanket in the trash and went into the bathroom. I turned the shower on as hot as possible and stepped inside. For a long time, I just let the water wash over me. It was streaming through my long hair and pummeling my tired body. Eventually I soaped up, washing myself from head to toe, lingering on my breasts, my ass.
By the time I got out, the entire bathroom was filled with steam and my skin was pink all over. I dried my hair and body then massaged some lotion into my long, slim legs. It felt so good to pamper myself without having to worry about my roommate barging in. College was fun but I really missed having privacy.