First Time Femme

by D. L. Savage

  Spurred on, I began to bob my head faster, letting my glossy plump lips slide up and down his huge shaft, coating it with saliva until it was glistening wet. I used my hand too, just like Alice did, matching its movements to my lips so that I was jacking and sucking him in a slow steady rhythm, feeling his dick becoming rock hard and throbbing powerfully.

  As I sucked, I began to let out throaty little moans despite myself, my whole body quaking with a pure horny energy so damn different to anything I’d ever experienced before. This wasn’t just the sensation of slamming my dick into a wet hole but instead here I was, down on my knees pleasuring some total stranger, sucking his big black dick while my own pathetic little cock throbbed and ached, untouched in my panties.

  At some point I opened my eyes, catching a glimpse of myself in the dressing room mirror, unable to believe that the beautiful girl down on her knees giving head was really me. The sight of it got me hornier still, until I was totally lost in a slutty trance, sucking and slobbering all over his cock for all I was worth, pumping his shaft fast while working my lips up and down as much of his meaty cock as my mouth would allow, wanting nothing more in the world than to get this big stud off – to feel him blow his creamy load in my mouth.

  “Is my dick getting you wet?” he growled.

  “Uh huh,” I moaned, his words making my cock ache even more in my panties.

  “Show me,” he shot back in his low sonorous voice. “Touch your pussy then let me suck your fingers.”

  I paused, feeling a shot of fear, but at the same time I felt totally under his control, nodding my head and doing just as he said, thrusting my shaky left hand eagerly into my panties, to my surprise finding them warm and wet. I realized it must have been my own precum, seeping through the hole in the fake pussy.

  I pulled my sticky fingers from my thong then offered them up to him, feeling his warm mouth sucking my own juices off them. Then, to my relief, he let out a groan of pleasure.

  “You taste good, girl,” he growled. “Now touch yourself, baby. play with your wet pussy while you suck my dick ...”

  Again I did as he said, pushing my hand pack into my soaking panties. I let out a girly little whimper as I began to stroke my aching cock gently through the sticky gooey folds of the pussy, feeling the first flutters of an orgasm building up inside me as I continued to worship the stranger’s big black dick.

  “You gonna cum for me, baby?” he murmured, his voice so low and manly. “You gonna cum with my big dick in your mouth?”

  “Uh huh,” I replied in a breathy moan, my trembling voice muffled by his thick hot throbbing meat.

  All of a sudden it hit and I let out a fresh whimper, my whole body shuddering, my muscles tensing, my bound cock unloading until I could feel the warmth of my own cum soaking my panties.

  “Now open your mouth, slut,” he growled, pulling his big dick from my gasping mouth and starting to jack it, aiming the glistening head right towards my outstretched tongue.

  Again I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my eye makeup a little streaked, my wig mussed up, my slim body still trembling from my own orgasm and my hand pushed into my creamy sticky panties while I waited open mouthed for the stranger’s load like a good little slut.

  He let out a low moan, his body tensing, and then I felt it: a blast of cum so powerful it sprayed against my front teeth. Then a second squirt jetted onto my tongue, then a third flew into the back of my throat, pulse after pulse of hot gooey cum.

  I pushed my head forward, hungrily wrapping my lips around his pulsing dick, my hand milking his throbbing shaft for every last drop, my girly body still shuddering in pure slutty pleasure as I gulped back his load, feeling it slide down my throat ...

  * * *

  As he led me out across the lot toward the tour bus a few minutes later, I realized I didn’t even know his name. For him, this was probably an everyday occurrence, but for me it felt life changing.

  I had to keep reminding myself why I was even heading out here: to chase after my wife … But now, try as I might, in my hazy post orgasm glow, I couldn’t work up even a tiny shred of anger at what she was doing. Hell, I’d just blown a total stranger! So why couldn’t Alice have a little one-off fun with the guy of her dreams, too?

  “Have fun,” he muttered as we reached the door to the bus. “And thank you.”

  “Thank you,” I grinned back, as the delicious memory of his huge cock throbbing against my tongue flashed back through my swirling head.

  I gathered my thoughts, once again plucking up my courage as I gingerly made my way onto the tour bus, wondering what the hell I’d find back there.

  I stepped on board, immediately seeing the carnage of a party – cans of beer, lines of coke on the table, and in one of the alcoves I saw Laura, passed out fast asleep, her mouth hanging open and a half drunk bottle of champagne clutched in one hand.

  I made my way a little further down the central aisle of the tourbus, my heels clicking softly on the floor panels as I approached a black curtain at the back. But just as I reached it I paused, hearing something familiar.

  “Oh, Bradley,” Alice purred, her voice trembling a little with excitement, “it’s so big ...”

  I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, not just because my wife was actually living out her real life fantasy just a few feet away from me behind that curtain, but also because I knew exactly how she felt. And who the hell was I to break up her lifetime fantasy?!

  Because I understood it all so clearly now – I knew that for her this was just a little fun, and that she’d be coming home to me afterwards.

  So I quickly slipped off my heels, careful not to make any more noise as I turned and began to pad back through the tour bus, figuring I’d leave her to enjoy herself.

  But I realized with a smile that it came on one condition.

  She had to tell me all about it afterwards …

  Secret Summer

  1

  As the Greyhound rumbled to a stop, I felt my heart sink as I stared out of the window at the dusty, run down bus depot, the flat empty countryside seeming to span out in all directions around it.

  Seriously, was this where I was about to spend my summer vacation?

  I’d never actually been out to visit my aunt before, and I guess you could say it wasn’t under the best circumstances, what with the fact that I’d accidentally burnt my parent’s house down. Alright, so it was just the kitchen that’d caught fire – after I’d set something cooking then got distracted playing video games – but still. The smoke damage had meant that the whole of the ground floor had to be redecorated, and needless to say, Mom and Dad were pissed.

  Which is how I’d ended up here in the middle of nowhere, coming to stay with my aunt Kate, after she’d offered to ‘take me off their hands’ for the summer.

  Just then I caught sight of her amongst the small group who’d gathered to welcome people off the bus, waving back at me frantically, a huge grin plastered on her chubby face. To be honest, with her thick auburn hair, purple tye-die dress, and nose ring glinting in the sun, she would’ve been pretty hard to miss.

  Even though she was my mom’s older sister, she’d always been kind of wild and free ever since I could remember, and she made my mom look totally boring and strict by comparison.

  I grabbed my holdall then began to file off the bus, my legs feeling like jello after sitting on my ass for however-many hours, my eyes already pricking with tiredness even though it was only a little after six in the evening.

  “Oh my god, Hayden, look at you!” Kate said, rushing up to me the minute I stepped off the bus. “You’re all grown up.”

  She pulled me into a hug so tight it knocked the air from my lungs, and I swore I could smell the faint tang of weed clinging to her. I guess I wouldn’t be surprised too much if she did blaze, after all, she’d always been kind of a free spirit.

  “Come on, let’s get you home,” she grinned, leading me off to the small dusty parking lot, wh
ere her beat up purple Mazda was parked.

  She popped the trunk and I slung my bag inside, wishing my folks had allowed me to bring my laptop. But of course, after the kitchen disaster, it had been confiscated for the summer as punishment – which made me feel like a little kid, even though I’d just turned eighteen and was going to college in the fall.

  As I climbed into the passenger seat of the car, the weed smell was even stronger, and sure enough Aunt Kate pulled a half smoked joint from the ashtray and lit up, before saying, “You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?”

  “Go ahead,” I mumbled, a teensy part of me hoping she might offer me the joint too even though I’d never actually tried it before.

  She started the engine, and some cheesy seventies hippy music came blasting out of the stereo at full volume. She turned it down a little, then pulled out of the lot, while I fumbled with my cell phone in my lap, typing out a quick message to my mom to tell her that I’d arrived safe, my heart sinking even further as the shitty reception meant that it wouldn’t even send.

  “I can’t get over how much you’ve changed,” Kate grinned at me as we began to drive back to her place, zooming along the long dusty road, crop fields flashing by on either side. “I like your long hair, too,” she added. “It really suits you.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “Mom’s been on my ass about getting it cut before college,” I added.

  “Oh don’t listen to her,” Kate laughed. “She always did have a stick up her ass.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh too.

  “Oh and all that crap I fed her about you helping me out around the place?” she added, “that was just baloney. Feel free to just hang out, do whatever you want.”

  “Here it is,” Kate said just then, as we drove through what I guessed was the main street of the town. “Maysville …”

  Sure enough, it was just as tiny as I was imagining, maybe even smaller; just a single strip of shops, a couple of bars, and a run down gas station that flitted by in a flash. And I couldn’t help but wonder just what the hell I’d do all summer long. I just hoped to god Kate had wifi at her place ...

  * * *

  “You’ll be staying in Alex’s old room,” she said a little while later as she led me through her house, which was cluttered with all kinds of crap, the beat up sofas covered with tie-dye throws and piles of dusty books everywhere, before we headed up the creaky wooden stairs. “Here it is,” she said, throwing open the door.

  I wandered in to the small bedroom, and set my bag down, looking around at my cousin’s old room. It looked like Kate had kept it just as Alex left it, with books on the shelves, a faded world map tacked up to one wall, an old, wooden-framed mirror hanging from another, a closet door in the corner and a small single bed.

  “How’s Alex doing these days?” I asked, realizing that I didn’t actually know what my older cousin was up to. When I pictured him, it was from years ago at family gatherings – a skinny, quiet older boy who kept mostly to himself. But I realized he must be like twenty-three or twenty-four by now.

  “He’s doing good,” Kate said. “He’s out in San Fran, working as a hotshot computer programmer. But he hardly ever calls me, and visits even less. I’ll be glad to have somebody else around the house for a change. “You hungry?” she added. “I could fix you something to eat?”

  “I’m actually pretty beat,” I replied. “I might just grab an early night.”

  It was true – the gruelling bus journey had really taken it out of me.

  “Alright,” Kate said, turning to head out of the room. But then she stopped and turned back to me, looking at me in a weird way, an odd expression flickering for a brief moment on her chubby face. “Sorry,” she said, snapping out of it. “I was just thinking how much you look like Alex did at your age. It’s actually kind of spooky ... Anyway, good night.”

  “Oh Kate?” I called after her as she made to leave the room.

  “Yes honey?” she said from the doorway.

  “What’s the wifi password for this place?”

  But at my question she just laughed and shook her head.

  “I’m afraid there isn’t one,” she chuckled. “I don’t have the internet. You’re gonna have to think up some other ways to amuse yourself this summer ...”

  2

  “You should have called me last night, Hayden,” Mom chided when I called the next morning from Aunt Kate’s old fashioned telephone in the downstairs hallway, my ass perched on a dusty stool.

  I fought back a groan of frustration. God damn it, even hundreds of miles away my mom still had the ability to ride my ass.

  “I tried to send a text,” I explained. “But there was no signal ...”

  “And it took you until now to figure out how to use a regular telephone?” she shot back.

  “I guess,” I admitted. “Anyway, I’d better go,” I added. “Say hi to dad for me. Love you.”

  “Love you,” Mom replied in what sounded like a weary sigh, then hung up the phone.

  Standing there in the hall, it hit me all over again. What the fuck was I even going to do with myself? I didn’t have my laptop, my cellphone was practically useless and the idea of hanging out in the house with Kate didn’t exactly fill me with excitement.

  “How was she?” Kate said just then, appearing in the doorway.

  “Pissed as usual,” I replied with a shrug.

  “Say, you wanna pop into town for me?” she asked. “I need a few things from the grocery store, and I thought you might like to go explore a little?”

  “Why not,” I said, hoping that maybe Maysville had something interesting to offer …

  * * *

  It was warmer out than I was expecting, and as I made my way down the side of the dusty road that led into town, I had to take off my sweater after a while and tie it around my waist.

  As I passed the driveways to the other houses, it seemed as if Kate wasn’t the only hippy that lived around here. In fact, a few of the other houses I saw on my way looked downright weird – one had dream catchers dangling from its windows, while another had a whole bunch of those wind toys set out in the garden, whirling lazily in the late morning breeze. I even saw one place that had a small rainbow LGBT flag flying from the porch.

  Damn, I thought, as I passed them. I really hadn’t considered places out in the sticks like this to be so weird – but I guess it made sense that Kate had moved to a liberal place like this, considering the kind of hippy stuff she was into.

  As I reached the main street of town, no more than seven or eight small shops in a strip on either side of the wide dusty road, I pulled out the handwritten list Kate had written me from the pocket of my jeans, scanning the fronts of the stores for whichever one was the grocery store.

  It seemed pretty quiet. Just a few cars and one or two folk on the sidewalk, and again I got the sinking sensation that I was going to spend the summer bored out of my mind.

  But then something caught my eye, distracting me. It was a dark purple sign, above a shop window that was glittering with what looked like crystals. As I got closer, I saw that the hand painted sign read Hopes & Dreams in a curling golden font and I found my intrigue growing even stronger.

  What was this place? I wondered as I strolled toward it.

  I paused outside the doorway, deliberating if I should go in and explore. The door itself had a purple velvet curtain draped behind the glass, so I couldn’t actually take a peek inside without going in, and I had no clue if it was even open.

  But when I reached out and pushed the brass handle, the door swung open and a small chime jingled above me.

  Ah fuck it, I thought, stepping inside. At least it might kill a few minutes ...

  * * *

  It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dimness of the store, as I looked around, slowly taking in the shelves – some of which contained books, others holding stuff like tarot cards, incense sticks and, set out on a table in the middle of the room were more of those crystals,
in all different shapes and colors.

  There didn’t actually seem to be anybody working in the store, or at least the register was empty. But I saw a doorway behind it, covered by another purple velvet drape, and I figured the shop assistant must be doing something out back.

  As I headed over to the table of crystals to take a closer look, I shook my head at the idea that in a town like this, stuff could be left out without thinking that somebody might steal it. Back home, this whole store would be ransacked in like five minutes flat if there was nobody watching the register.

  Just then, my eye was drawn in particular to a dark green gemstone which was attached to a slim black leather cord to make a necklace. There was something kinda cool about the swirling emerald color of it, and I reached out and lifted it from the display table, assessing its cool weight in my palm.

  I could just slip it in my pocket, I thought for a moment, but of course I didn’t act on the urge. I’d never stolen anything in my life and I wasn’t about to start now. But still, it was kinda tempting …

  “Those are malachite crystals,” a husky feminine voice said behind me, startling me so much I almost jumped out of my skin. “They’re known to promote transformation in the wearer ...”

  I quickly dropped the crystal back into the tray on the table then span around, expecting to see a woman, but to my surprise the person who’d emerged from the back room was a guy – tall and pale, with blonde hair and striking blue eyes, who I guessed was maybe in his early twenties.

  “You must be Hayden, right?” he said, taking a few slow, elegant strides towards me.

  It was so weird; his movements and his voice were so feminine, and the more I looked at him, the more his features seemed kind of androgynous too. He had really prominent cheekbones and big blue eyes, and he held himself with poise and grace, more like a girl than a guy.