Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2009 15:14:39 -0500
From: Frank DePeri <frankdpr@gmail.com>
Subject: "My Excursion Into Womanhood"

This is a total work of fiction.

At 5'4" tall, and 138lbs, I was often found to be very desirable as an oral
bottom to the several dozen men I'd orally pleasured the past 20 months.
Men....especially large men......often found me to be erotically submissive
and a "real pleaser" when I lovingly took their cocks into my mouth and
worked them to their finish.  My lips, tongue, hands....all seemed to work
in unison from the small man kneeling between the knees and thighs of horny
virile males who just needed to "get off" as quickly and simply as
possible.....with no strings attached. And I just loved my experiences with
men.  At 70 years of age, very healthy, fit, athletic, a former
long-distance runner, married for over 40 years, and "regular" or "normal"
in all outward appearance, I was experiencing a side of my libido that I
felt confident that absolutely no one knew about.

But while I'd immensely enjoyed the m/m oral pleasures I was giving to men,
I'd begun to yearn for even more intimacy with the men I'd been getting to
know in such a deeply personal way......thrilling them to sexual climax
inside my mouth and completely swallowing their semen. It was no longer
meeting my sexual needs. While I was enjoying it and emotionally receiving
a great deal of warmth and pleasure from it...especially when men thanked
me profusely and warmly....and sometimes even offering to return the favor,
which I occasionally accepted from them, I still wanted them to appreciate
me even more deeply.

Occasionally, when performing oral sex on men, I'd been treated as a
feminine servant by some of the men. They'd often referred to me vocally by
using terms of endearment that a man uses to express love, tenderness, joy,
lust, and even contempt to a woman. At first I found such address to me
offensive, but tolerable. It seemed to me to be the way some of the men
were able to best express themselves while aroused or building arousal to
the final point of sexual orgasm......and I certainly wanted that orgasm of
theirs to give me the prize of their semen so that I could enjoy it
spurting and flooding my mouth, after which I eagerly swallowed it for the
deepest and most intimate male bonding I had ever experienced......the
swallowing of a man's seed...a man's sperm which resided in the bath of his
seminal fluid. All of the accompanying behavior of the man who was
cumming.....his moans, groans....  trembling, wriggling, grabbing at my
hair, rubbing my head, rubbing my back, bucking, bellowing, breathing
erratically .......all were icing on the cake as I enjoyed the deeply
personal act of making a virile man ejaculate inside my mouth, as he lost
control of all senses but the sexual.  At that time he was all
mine.....needing, wanting, and loving me in his lust, temporary as it often
was and must be. His occasional references to me as his honey, baby, or
even as his bitch were proof to me that he enjoyed me both as a man and,
perhaps, even more so as a submissive man/woman.

But being treated as a feminine object, rather than as a man, because I was
servicing men who viewed a blow-job as a woman's "work" really began to
turn me on more and more as I continued to "do" men the past year and a
half. I began to get turned on by the thought of men looking at me and
lusting for me because I was small, submissive, and a "giver" of
pleasure....a woman's role, as it were.  Finally, I had reached the point
where I wanted to "go all the way" as a woman.  I wanted to be fucked. My
legs were strong, short, but quite slender and lean....even femme.  If they
were shaved they'd be quite attractive to a man, I thought.  One man, while
69ing with me, had kissed them very passionately and referred to me as
sweety and my legs as being beautiful as he wetly kissed my thighs and my
knees like they'd belonged to an attractive woman. Being treated as a woman
had been extremely erotic to me, and I quickly began to think about the
ways in which I could behave, appear, and express myself to become even
more desirable and exciting to men with whom I was seeking sexual pleasure
and intimacy.

I began to think about crossdressing, wearing makeup, and simply meeting
men on that basis....to let them have me as they'd take a woman for love
and/or sex. Of course, taken to it's logical conclusion, this all meant
that i was going to have to allow myself to truly go "all the way" and
submit my entire body to a man for his sexual gratification.  It meant I
was going to have to let men fuck me anally. I was ready. I really wanted
that. When I'd met large burly men...."bears," to suck off, I had urges to
be taken forcefully and totally.  I wanted to hear those men as they
reached a climax inside my ass and clung to my hips and torso as they
bellowed out their cries of ecstasy and poured their semen inside me.  I
could think of no more intimate and bonding experience between two men. It
was great when they behaved that way while ejaculating inside my mouth, but
it didn't seem like it would if it was inside my ass.

I was now prepared to enter a new dimension of sexual experience. I knew
that now I would be wanted to kiss a man and respond to a man just as he
expected a woman to do. Oral intimacy was now going to involve lips and
tongue on and inside a man's mouth, and the willingness to experience a
man's mouth and taste and savour his saliva and the oder of his breath as
he built up his desire and arousal to a point of no return and the
immutable need to penetrate me anally to "know" me as I was inviting him to
do so. All these thoughts excited and aroused me to an extreme. I now so
desperately wanted a man to make love with and satisfy himself totally,
like I was his lady lover. I now had to get ready to do so.

I went out and purchased high heel shoes, a dress, nylon stockings (not
pantyhose), panties, some jewelry to wear, make-up, nail polish, and simply
set out to look the part. I then advertised on Craigs List, in the m4m
casual encounters section for a bearish man who wanted a femme cross
dresser who would give him whatever he wanted. I was sure to include in the
ad that he was getting a bonified "virgin" to take anally, and that he must
be gentle with me at first. I couldn't host, so either he must, or a room
had to be procured.  I then waited for a response.  I got about 20 within 3
hours, and I finally settled on one which I thought would be right for me.

His name was Ben. He was 52 years old, 5'11" tall, 225 lbs, married, white,
slightly graying short hair, brown eyes, generally fairly hairy, cut, just
under 7", and, as he put it, a "heavy cummer." He sent me some photos of
himself, mostly in the nude in various tasteful poses.  I was very aroused
at his masculinity and gerth.  He was a man by whom I wouldn't be able to
help but be feminized.  Even without cross dressing, I felt feminine while
just looking at the pics he'd sent me, and imagining being with him for
sexual intercourse and all the foreplay that it would entail with me
dressed up feeling and behaving fully femme. I so wanted Ben to be my
lover....totally. Strange and kinky thoughts began to emerge from my mind,
irrational thoughts.......like the thought of being inseminated and
bred....having this virile man's child. I could hardly wait for our first
time together.

The time finally arrived, and to simplify things I'd made a room
reservation at a hotel central to both our dwelling locations. I was
fortunate in that my wife was out of town visiting some close relatives of
her's, so I could make a night of it with Ben.  We both arrived at the
hotel at around 6pm.  I was carrying a light overnight bag in which all of
my change of clothes were, along with make-up and various other implements
that I hoped would transform me into a passable and sexually attractive
feminine figure for my lover to be.  I'd shaved my legs and other portions
of my body to minimize the masculine aspects of my body as much as
practically possible. I'd done this without even giving thought to my wife
noticing the change after she'd return from her trip.  But at this point, I
didn't care or want to distract myself from what I was about to have happen
to me with Ben, so I put it all out of my mind.

Ben also carried an overnight type bag. Like me, he was dressed very
casually, although unlike me he wasn't wearing short pants. He immediately
spotted me and smiled while looking me over up and down my figure.  I
looked at him and sized him up in a similar manner.  He was a big man....a
very domineering figure compared with me.  The sight of him immediately
aroused me, and I was hoping that my diminuitive figure was doing the same
for him as he imagined what he would be doing with and to
me.......especially when I made myself far more femininely presentable and
alluring.  I so wanted him to fuck me....plain and simple.  I wanted him to
implant his seed inside me and enjoy me to the fullest.  I wasn't going to
spare any effort to make him feel all of the man that he could be with me
as his lover. I was even now falling in love-lust with Ben, and I wanted
him to desire me so very much.  I could barely contain my lust.

He extended his hand and we shook hands.  I felt his tight manly grip,
which I returned demurely, as I didn't want to appear masculine to my man.
I wanted him to think of me as the "weaker sex," from the very
start....even though not yet dressed as such.  I quickly told him the room
number, and we both walked to the room for which I had a key-card.  AS soon
as we got inside the room, Ben put a hand on my shoulder and gently stroked
my back.  I turned to look up at him and he immediately bent downward and
found my lips with his.  I was taken aback by the suddeness of his kiss,
but I quickly responded positively and we began to kiss passionately as he
drew me close to his massive chest and torso.  I was now already being
perceived as the lady he was going to receive pleasure from and to whom
he'd give his love this night. And I was willing and able to return all in
kind.

We gravitated towards the bed while our kissing and fondling proceeded for
several minutes. He was aroused and tentiing in his pants, as was I. I
broke our kiss and said "I want to make myself look nice for you, Ben."  He
smiled and said, "yes, Francie. I want to see you as beautiful as you can
be."  With that I retired to the bathroom and began my transformation into
all the woman that I could be.  Nylons stockings, panties, a padded bra, a
one-piece dress, make-up that included powder and lipstick along with
eyeliner...all the trappings a woman used to be alluring to a lusty man,
and finally the high heel shoes.  I thought I was a "knockout" as I
observed myself in the full-length mirror. My shaved legs looked so very
feminine through my nylon hose, and as I posed and moved my body I was now
sure that he would "like" me.

As I exited the bathroom and came into Ben's view I could hear him catch
his breath and sigh as he beheld me fully dressed as his "lady."  "Oh,
Francie," he uttered somewhat breathlessly, "you're beautiful. Come here
and let me see and touch you.  I sauntered over to him in as lady-like a
manner as I could move, and he quickly embraced and began kissing and
caressing me all over.  He was now in his boxer shorts only, and his
masculine hairy body had me completely weak-kneed as he passionately
kissed, touched and embraced me.  He was so very aroused by me. His arousal
was contagious and I was now as horny for him as he for me. I began to kiss
his chest and shoulders as he kissed my head and the back of my neck.  Our
mouth kisses were very deep, wet, and passionate as we exchanged saliva
copiously. His taste was intoxicating to me, and I was so very surprised to
my reactions to making out with a man.  Kissing men before had been more a
prefunctory duty than a joy. Now, with Ben, it was a necessity for me, so
that I could express my lust and need for his body to possess me and merge
with mine's......to become soulfully as one with him.

"Oh, Ben, Ben," I cried out to him. "I need you. Take me. Put it in me,
please.  Fuck me, Ben."  With that I "went down" on him and began to suck
on his hard dripping penis as I slipped off his boxer shorts.  He was so
wet.....and big!  "Francie, I'm ready to give it to you good, sweetie," he
whispered while out of breath from the pleasure of my sucking on his cock.
I looked up at my lover...now my love, and I made longing eye-contact with
him as if to say "I'm all yours, Ben. You can take my virginity at
will.....I'm here just for you. He understood. He raised me to my feet and
began to lift my dress and tug at my panties.  They easily slid down my
smooth shaved nyloned thighs and legs. Suddenly I felt very shy and
vulnerable to him.  I moved back as I kicked away my panties, and I sat in
a chair across from Ben and shyly and little girl-like.....still wearing my
high heels...... I crossed my legs and smiled...almost blushing.  At that
sight he was beside himself in lust and desire to "know" me....know the
mystery of my body and libido. He wanted to penetrate me and transfer his
seed to me as he expressed both his love and lust for me. I was in a total
state of womanhood now.  I felt just like I knew a woman must feel in the
same situation as she's about to submit to a man's desires for
her.....about to be revealed to him and discovered by him in the most
intimate and deeply personal way possible.  I was going to bring him to
orgasm and submit to being exposed to his precious seed.  And I was going
to love him ever more for it.

I crossed and recrossed what I now believed were my beautiful legs.  Each
time I did so Ben would get an eyefull of my "private" parts.  He was
erect, wet, and ready as he squirmed on the bed's edge.  I was wearing
jewelry which flashed and caught his eyes as I moved my hands to motion to
him that I wanted him so very much.  I then arose from the chair and moved
to Ben to hold him and allow him to hold me as we resumed passionate wet
kissing and fondling.  Suddenly he grabbed me and picked me up in his arms
as if carrying a bride over a threshold. He then turned with me in his arms
and gently placed me on the bed.  He said "I want you to keep your nylon
stockings on, and your high heels....your dress too. I'm going to take you
now, just as you are with just your panties off.  With that being said he
quickly got on the bed over me, lifted my dress, spread my legs and placed
my feet over his big shoulders and mounted me as though I were the woman I
now so wanted to be for him. He began to hump me as his cock and balls
rubbed with my like parts and slid around each other from our oozing
precums.  He was so manly! I was being kissed and manhandled by a hunk of a
man.....a lusty potent man.  I so wanted his semen to flow into my body
now. We kissed ever more passionately.  We liberally swapped spit and
sucked on each other's tongues as we mutually probed and learned about each
other's mouths.  It was so wonderful! I was merging and bonding in the most
intimate way I could think of....with a real man.

"I want to cum inside you, Francie," Ben blurted out as his breathing and
sweating increased from his building lust. "Oh, yes, yes, Ben," I cried
out. "Fuck me. Make me all yours now. I need you. I want it, now."  With
lust and determination in his eyes, Ben looked deeply into my eyes and said
"You're really going to be taking my cum, sweetie. I've got a big load for
you....it's just for you dearie." He then reached over to the night table
and took hold of a tube of lubricant to begin applying it to my rectum and
all around the head and shaft of his erect penis. He did it quickly, and
then returned his gaze to my body beneath him....deeply searching my face
and my eyes for the reaction to his penetration as he slowly pushed inside
me....gently, slowly, steadily, and I then felt his crown moving past my
sphincter muscle.  He was coming into me....my lover was taking my
"cherry." It was so personal ...so intimate, and wonderful. I let out a
sigh just as he did. We were in unison with our desires and expected
pleasures. In almost no time at all he'd pushed completely inside my
rectum.  I felt full of my lover. He was filling me both physically and
emotionally with his manly countinance.  I was about learn what it was to
be inseminated.....just like a woman who belongs to a man learns so very
quickly when she's fucked for the first time.  There'd been pain, at first,
but it was over very quickly.  My lust had simply overcome any pain that
had begun, and just as quickly gone away.

Ben began to move...to thrust.  At first slowly and with short strokes, but
soon longer and longer strokes as his speed began to pick up.  Each time he
pushed fully inside me I thrilled to his violation and growing knowledge of
me....my reactions, my growing love and lust for this virile man.  I was
totally becoming his now. My legs were draped over his shoulders, and he
bent down to meet my mouth with his as we continued our dance of love. His
wet kisses were intoxicating as I felt his complete manhood deeply probing
the core of my small willing body. Every now and then he'd straighten up
and look over my body...my nylon stockinged legs, my high heel shoes, and
the dress pulled up to my chest while his hard cock implaled me deep inside
my ass.  Then he'd resume his loving of me. Thrusting, kissing, gently
biting my neck and my shoulders. I reached out to him and held his face and
head in my hands as I thankfully gazed into his lustful eyes.  My cock was
wet and hard, and his was feeling so good sliding along my colon.  I was
near cumming, and I could feel the growing gerth of his penis as it neared
a climax.

Then it started to happen. Ben's breathing was becoming more erratic, and
his motions more rapid as he thrust back and forth.  He then uttered aloud,
"Oh Francie, I think I'm going to cum. Ohhhhh, my love, my lady, I'm making
you all mine.  I'm, I'm, oh God, I'm going to breed you my sweetie, my
honey. Ahhhhhhh, aaarrgggghhhh, oooohhhhhhhh meeeeee." And breed me he did.
I felt his swelling cock inside me and his final thrust as we grasped
eachother tightly and trembled to what was now happening.  A warmth and
wetness sensed very quietly flooded my body.  I was making my lover cum
inside me, and I loved him deeply for it. I could feel all 5 pulses
accompanied by the spurts of his seed, and then some post-spasms as he
finished.  It was then that I realized I'd cum as well, and that his
pleasure had been just as much mine, as I'd spurted my semen on both our
stomachs.  Ben collapsed on top of me...in my arms, and I held him warmly
and lovingly.  We were now as one, and nothing could ever change this event
of intimacy and love.  Ben rolled over, slipping out of my body. In a quiet
afterglow we softly kissed on the lips several times, and then we both went
to sleep.

Frank

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