Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2017 09:24:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Starting with Simone Part 2 TG Starting with Simone - Part 2 Nifty / transgender / teen Legal stuff. This story is fiction and is for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction, or if you are not over the age of 18, please close this page now. A reminder before getting on with the story, if you enjoy accessing erotic literature on nifty, please donate to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Without nifty, we would not have such a great place to share such exciting stories. If you didn't read Part 1 of this tale on nifty already. Please do. You'll get to know the characters better and you'll enjoy this part more. So, it was Wednesday, 2 days since I'd had what turned out to be my life changing experience with nerdy classmate Simon, a.k.a. Simone. Who was most definitely NOT nerdy classmate Simon, but the hottest chick I'd ever seen. Simone (pronounced see-moan, even the name sounded sexy) was the hottest and only chick I'd ever fucked. Fucked up the ass. I was trying to put the Simon part of the situation out of my mind. Simone was Simone. A girl. Not a boy. And Simone the girl turned me on so much. I'd jerked off now 3 times since our encounter, no need for the stimulus of internet porn. Trying to remember her tight ass milking the cum out of my cock. Even the part I hadn't yet fully understood, me sucking a cock for the first time in my life. I was finding it was a total turn on. Thinking about when Simone was fucking my mouth got my dick stiffening ever harder. I have a 7-inch cut cock, fairly thick. I remembered Simone was also circumcised, roughly same length as me but with a tighter, more pointy head on her shaft. I longed to see her cock again. I was inwardly shocked that I was so excited about the thought of sucking it some more. Maybe I'd always secretly been this way. I was a slightly confused teen at this stage, I had to admit. Our next meeting seemed a long way off, so I busied myself on a game on my Xbox, but it was no good. Forget holes-in-one at TPC Sawgrass on Tiger Woods 2004, all I could think about was fucking Simone's ass, so eventually the urge took me onto the internet and my initial journey into the delights of tranny and shemale porn online. Until now I'd exclusively stuck to what I considered normal porn, as in straight sex, or girl on girl, what I had recently thought of as the only normal kind of sex. I thought to myself I'd better not forget to clear my browsing history. I didn't want anyone (mom especially) finding search terms like "tranny schoolgirl", "tranny cock", "guy fucking tranny teen", and what was turning out to be a personal favorite, "tranny cumshot". The cock and cum aspect of my porn watching desires made me realize that hormonally stunted she-cocks of under 4 to 5 inches held no real fascination for me, and never would do. Much as I loved the mostly full breasts on these girls in the porn flicks. And how stunningly pretty some of them were. But for me, it was clear. No decent sized cock in shot on the screen, means click the pause button, and quickly flip to the next movie. It got so I fantasized massively about seeing Simone's cock shooting out a full load of cum. I mean, during our first experience together, Simone's orgasm had happened in my mouth and I'd struggled to swallow her load. But I really wanted to see Simone's cock spurt next time we met. Preferably all over my own cock. Thursday morning came around and just as I thought the waiting for next Monday would never end, my cellphone buzzed with an incoming text. "House free tmrw night. Mom out. Lets play. Bring working controller. 8pm. S". My Heart almost jumped into my mouth. Without hesitation I replied, "See u at 8pm". 2 minutes later I got another text. "Tell ur mom sleepover. My mom not back til Sat p.m." Oh. I hadn't considered an all-nighter. I was still slightly mixed up at what had happened over at the Blount's house. What if Simone turned back into Simon after our fucking? I didn't really want to play Xbox with Simon. The controller bullshit was a cover, obviously. Simone as Simon, it felt too awkward, I wasn't ready for it in my confused state. I wasn't even GAY, I kept telling myself. I had to think. In the end, I feared the invite being turned down if I disagreed, so I texted back, nervously, "OK. Late night games marathon. See u at 8". My mom occasionally looked at my cell, I knew when she'd done it although she said she didn't. The phone wouldn't be where I left it, or it would be in a slightly different position. So, I quickly added Simone's number as a contact, "S Blount" and decided I'd better mention my plans to mom as soon as she got back from the store, where she'd gone shopping for groceries. Mom rolled into the driveway about 5 minutes later, and shouted to me for help in unloading. Once mom and I had packed away the groceries she'd brought home, I plucked up the courage to mention Friday night's plans. "Mom, Simon has asked me round tomorrow to play Xbox. Dual player. Is it OK if I stay over? There's a tournament online with players from the West Coast. Could be a late one." Mom smiled, she thought knowingly. "I told you that you'd find something to do with Simon. I'm glad I sent you over now. He seems like such a lonely boy. And you haven't been yourself lately either." Little did she know what she had started. Mom continued, "That's nice, sure honey, stay over, I have a movie on DVD I'd like to watch anyways. You must have had real fun on Monday, what, you must have been over at Mrs. Blount's for almost 2 hours?". Pouring herself a coffee, mom continued. "But no beer. I know Janice. Out on Friday nights, Simon and Wendy house sitting. I know what kids like to get up to.". Mrs. Blount was called Janice I remembered. Mom laughed slightly. "Janice likes a party, I can't even go over for an afternoon coffee without having at least one glass of wine. There will be beers in the refrigerator. Don't be drinking." Mom looked me in the eye with a slightly amused look. As I started to reply, mom winked, "Well, don't drink too much. 2 can limit if you are offered, OK?". Mom had always treated me in a mature way, especially after dad left 2 years back. And dad wasn't a drinker I remembered, not round the house anyway. She was one of those adults who thought they were a modern parent, and she accepted that on occasions "boys would be boys". I guess she thought she could control it better by not being too strict. I answered seriously, "OK mom. I think we'll be too busy playing to drink beer anyway. These games can get intense." "And Lite beer, young man. Don't want you to end up a fat slob like your father." I headed back to my room. On Friday, it seemed to take ages to get to 8PM, but eventually I picked up my Xbox controller and headed for the door. "Ronald!" mom shouted from the kitchen as I was about to open the front door and head out. In my nervousness, I'd forgotten to tell mom I was leaving. "Sorry, bye mom, see you tomorrow afternoon" I hastily splashed out as mom walked towards me. "Aren't you forgetting something young man?" mom quizzically asked. Before I could reply she walked towards me with a DVD case in one hand (it was a British movie, "Love ", mom loved romcoms) and a small bag in the other. She passed me the small bag. Inside was a pair of underwear and a pair of clean socks, and my toothbrush. "Oops" I muttered. "Yes," mom carried on, "Though I guess you remembered the most important thing. Your joystick". I laughed inwardly, and I didn't even correct mom as I usually did, telling her that what I had in my hand was a controller, not a "joystick". Quick kiss on the cheek, and out into the evening I went. I noticed the time was 7:55PM and as I was checking the time on my phone there was a buzz, and up popped a text. "Let yourself in back porch. Im upstairs". From my newest contact, "S Blount" Butterflies in my stomach as I crossed over to the Blount's house. The porch door was open an inch or two so I quietly slid it open further and walked in, closing the door shut behind me with a click. Super sharp timing. 8PM exactamundo, baby. My whole body was tingling with excitement. The lights were on in the summer evening dusk and I walked briskly across the living room to the hallway and the foot of the stairs. I glanced up in anticipation, butterflies again, and quietly made my way up to the upstairs hallway. I reached the top of the stairs and a voice from an open doorway beckoned, "Over here. Mom's room". I suddenly realized that Simone's voice was, and had been during my last visit, noticeably feminine. Totally different to Simon's at school. I remembered some kids at school one day had teased Simon as "sounding like a fag". Fuck, I realized even I had joined in the laughter in the library that day. Kids can be so cruel. I was suddenly ashamed thinking what a jerk I could be. But Simone's voice really was like a girl's voice. It hit me that there were lots of little details I hadn't processed during the frenzy of my sexual awakening earlier in the week. I panicked slightly. Would Simone still look hot? It was like my mind was blanking out details of Monday's liaison. I almost forgot what Simone, the hot chick version of Simon, had looked like. Would Simon even be dressed as Simone? And she'd mentioned other wigs, and other clothes. Would I walk in and see someone who didn't even turn me on anymore? Again, a realization hit me that the beige PVC boots had been a REAL turn on. And Simone's intense sexy smoking of her cigarettes. Even though I didn't smoke myself. Seemed I was a fetish guy. Anyway, I took a sudden gulp of air and headed into Mrs. Blount's bedroom. In front of me, half turned towards what must have been Mrs. Blount's bedroom PC (not everybody had laptops at this point in time) stood Simone. As she took the few steps towards me, it was like time stood still. Still hot? FUCK YES. Simone had a light red, rust colored wig on, in a bob, with make-up that just blew me away in its sheer eroticism. Silver and green eye liner, slightly sparkling, perfectly swirled to accent her eyelids, deeply dark mascara, long false lashes, rouge perfectly applied to her cheeks and the same very deep red lipstick that made her lips look so full and so sexy and so fucking kissable when we'd met Monday. I quickly scanned Simone's clothing. It was amazing, I now realize, how maturely and super-sexually Simone dressed. This was no PVC vinyl bustier drag queen overkill, or a fucking fake nurse bullshit all-in-one white jacket with a dinky red cross on it, like the overpriced shit sold in sex shops. Simone had on a tight white blouse, open to slightly below her chest region with a crisp black brassiere visible from the gap between left and right, the blouse knotted at the waist to reveal her gorgeously sleek midriff. Covering her pubic area was a tight black short wool skirt, the bottom of which exposed the dark red lacy tops of a pair of black hold up stockings. No boots this time, Simone was wearing a pair of black suede leather high heel pumps. Simone being Simone, the look was finished with deep-red, long, stick-on nails. And of course, a freshly lit Marlboro in her right hand. I look back now and gasp at Simone's maturity. They say girls grow up faster than boys, but here there was this boy-girl who was so downright sexually mature, like she really was a 16-year-old girl busting with girl hormones. The sexually active type who would normally be fucking college jocks or their dads' best friends. I often reminisce, and I am still genuinely amazed Simone chose me as a partner that summer. Before I had a chance to say anything, Simone locked her lips onto my mine, grabbing the back of my head with her right hand and deeply tonguing me. I responded in kind, pushing her tongue back and forcing my own tongue back into her mouth. It was like a replay of our first kiss. As we kissed I instinctively put my hands around Simone's waist pulling her groin towards mine as we mashed our cocks together through my pants and Simone's skirt. Any fears or second thoughts were blown straight out of my head as my cock automatically started to harden. It was Simone who broke our clinch. She took a step back towards the PC which was on a desk in what I could see now was a very large bedroom. There was a king size bed sat against the back wall. Above it was an abstract blurry painting, it looked like a dark-haired naked woman lying on a couch. On the bed were a couple of neatly folded bath towels, and I could also see a small en-suite bathroom to our left. Simone took a deep drag on her cigarette, then placed it in an ashtray on the desk. With a quick turning movement, she tossed me something. Failed high school shortstop or not (I still have my Rey Ordonez bobble head) I was quick enough to catch the object thrown towards me. A can of beer. Bud Light! Mom would be pleased. "I'm two cans ahead of you Ronnie", Simone laughed, as she walked towards the bathroom. "Ronnie, quick, come on". I walked into the bathroom cracking the can of beer open just as Simone pushed up the toilet seat. She'd picked up her Marlboro and had it dangling from her lips. I stood silent as Simone raised her skirt from the front and exposed a pair of sheer black panties. They were flat at the top across her waist area, but as she pulled them to one side from below I could see that the object of my fantasies for the week was just as beautiful as I remembered it. Her perfect thin rod took my breath away. Before I knew it, the object of my desire was pointed towards the potty and Simone sighed as she started to piss. The hand holding her spouting cock had the lit Marlboro held between two of her fingers. The noise of the jet of piss hitting the potty water jarred a little, but here again I was learning that there were some things that my young mind had not considered at all in a sexual context, which were fucking such a turn on to me. It seemed that Simone was pissing forever when she glanced over and smiled at me. Squeezing out the last few drops of piss from her beautiful cock, she dabbed the end with a sheet of tissue paper and flushed the toilet. "Damn, 2 beers, but I was nervous waiting. I wasn't sure you'd come. Or you'd come around with some of your other friends to make fun of me." Simone smiled. "But Ronnie, I just cannot fuck if I need a piss, and I'm hoping we have a lot of fucking on tonight's schedule", Simone continued. "Anyway Ronnie, as you can see I've cleaned my cock for you. As well as my ass. Did that this afternoon!". Simone issued another big beaming smile my direction. Simone gave a quick head nod back towards the bedroom and I drew back and swung round taking a deep drink of my beer. Simone told me to sit on the bed, which reflexively I did. "Sexy boy", said Simone. "I want you to take all of your clothes off. We've got all night now I know you're my willing lover. We're going to take this long and slow, and I am going to take you places you've never been. I'm gonna treat you like no other". As I started to de-robe Simone walked over to the computer desk, stubbed out her cigarette, and cracked open one of the 3 remaining cans of beer. I quickly got myself fully naked. I was nervous, so my cock was at this point notched back to semi-hard. "Ronnie, do me a favor pretty please and lay out those towels on top of the bed, will you?" I stood up and unfolded the towels, covering most of the top of the bed coverings. "Only mom is allowed to fuck in this bed", Simone added, "I think she'd know if we left come stains on the sheets, so better to be safe than sorry. I'd be back to that therapy bullshit again if I was caught. Even though my slut sister Wendy never gets the therapy threats after mom's caught her screwing another one of mom's boyfriends. There's a fucking word for what that bitch likes doing, something about thinking you're fucking your dad." The Wendy comments intrigued me. Fucking older guys? Wendy was 3 years older than me, and secretly she'd been my first jerkoff crush when I was 14, and she was very hot, GREAT tits. But no way I wanted Simone to know this. I sat back down on the bed. Simone again reached in, cupped the back of my head and initiated a slow passionate French kiss. I was totally naked. My cock tingled. "Lie back, lover", Simone purred. I did as I was told. At his point, Simone had made no attempt to take any of her outfit off, and I was more than OK with this. Dressed as she was, she was beyond hot as far as I was concerned. Before I knew what was happening, Simone was licking my left ankle. She stretched up and cupped my balls in her left hand. Boing! My cock jumped to attention in a second. Now it was my big toe, Simone wrapping her lips around it like she was blowing my cock. Fuck. Even though I'd been a virgin less than a week ago I think even as a young guy you kind of understand the fuck gig the first time you sneak a jar of your mom's cold cream and wrap your cream lubed hand tightly around your cock and slowly hand fuck yourself. Although hindsight is 20/20. But personally, I've found that fucking girls is much like that. Foot shit? Never. Never ever would I have thought that the foot could be such an erogenous zone. I gasped as Simone went to town on my foot. She pushed my lower leg up so she was crouched over me in full view now. Staring deeply into my eyes as I literally squirmed in pleasure. Simone let my foot go, crawling slightly up the bed to once again French kiss me. Again, cupping my balls, this time from above. Simone broke off the kiss. "Turn over lover" Simone prompted, "You are going to love this. Have a drink baby". As Simone gently slipped off of the bed she took a pull from her can of beer, and slipped off her black panties. I paused turning over, perched on my elbow as I saw again fully the majestic beauty of Simone's now rock hard cock. I picked up my beer and finished what was left in one swallow. I started to worry slightly, I was not sure I was ready for a she-cock up my ass, but Simone seemed to read my mind. "Ronnie, I'm not ready to fuck you, because I think you're not ready to be fucked by me. I told you already we are taking our time tonight. I feel kind of guilty that maybe I took advantage when you first met Simone. I fooled you, I didn't tell you who I was til I got your cock so hard you'd have fucked anybody who was in front of you." I looked away briefly, but in a second my eyes were drawn back to Simone. "Tonight, it's all about pleasing you. You pleased me so much Monday, it's my turn, I want to return the favor". What Simone said surprised me, but again I quickly realized that although on Monday I was the fucker rather than the fuckee, Simone had actually been the one to drive the agenda from the start. I had a lot to learn about human relationships, even hetero ones I would find out in the next couple of years. But Monday had blown my mind, and I tingled in anticipation if this was going to be even better. Simone gently laid her left hand on my shoulder and I turned over and lay down on my front. My cock was still throbbing, my most recent anxiety hadn't made its way down to my genitals. I felt Simone straddle me, squatting over my ass with her back upright, like a jockey, and I tensed as I felt from under her skirt her dick gently rub against the bottom of my spine. "Relax, Ronnie", Simone breathed, "Tonight is not the night for me to pop your cherry." And with that Simone leaned forward and from the base of my neck ran her tongue directly down my spine. Crack! It was like electricity running down my back, pulsing all the way through my body. Involuntarily I pushed my groin forward and almost buried my cock into the soft towel I was lying on. As Simone slowly moved up and down tonguing my back bone, she dug her false nails into the flesh of my butt. Spasm! This was like coming without coming. How could Simone do this? I had no idea that the human body could provide so much pleasure. This truly was a Sex-Ed lesson. Practical Sex-Ed. As Simone once again disentangled herself from me, my whole body was tingling. She reached over and handed me a beer, then went to the computer desk and flipped open her pack of Marlboros and lit up. I could see Simone's cock was still rock hard, it was pointing at me from under her skirt. With her cigarette held firmly between her lips, Simone reached back and unzipped the skirt, which fell to the floor with a swishing sound. It was then I plucked up the courage to ask Simone for a favor. "Simone, I really want to see come spurting out of your cock" I managed to get out. A deep smile lit up Simone's face, her eyes sparkled as she stared at me. Simone inhaled deeply then exhaled a jet of almost blue smoke. "Well, I had a few ideas about tonight, and this fits in nicely with one of the ideas I had for our pre-supper session". Pre-supper? Simone saw my confusion. "We can't fuck all night with just a 6 pack of Bud Lites and a pack of Marlboros. We're gonna take a pizza break, silly. Mom left me 20 dollars for pizza". Simone smiled at me again, and I felt relaxed and smiled back. "I always get a special pizza delivery when I'm home alone Friday", Simone said mysteriously, "You'll love it". Again, with the break in proceedings I'd gone semi, and I saw Simone look down. I glanced at Simone's cock, still rock hard. Guessing my thoughts, Simone nonchalantly said, "I really like being with you Ronnie. I've thought about you 24/7 since we fucked on Monday. You sooooohhh fucking turn me on." Simone dabbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, and nodded at me. "Turn over lover, I've got another thing to show you" I rolled over onto the towels covering the bed. Instead of squatting over my ass like a masseuse as she had done earlier, this time Simone stayed slightly to my right and positioned herself on all fours before lowering her head over my butt. I could feel Simone's fingers prize my butt crack apart then I could feel her warm breath over my asshole, and finally, BOOM! I felt electricity pulse through my whole body as Simone stuck her tongue deeply into my asshole. Simone must have known the pleasure she could give, her tongue wriggling inside me as her tight fingernail grip kept my butt cheeks stretched open. She'd pull out every so often, a subtle flick of her tongue keeping me rigid, before once more burying her tongue into my anus. The pleasure once again stopped suddenly. "I think you might be ready now" Simone whispered. "Stand up lover boy". Again, I instinctively did as I was told. Simone flattened the crumpled towels on top of the bed, then positioned herself on top of them, on all fours. The bottom of her stockinged legs crossed the edge of the bed slightly, and I could see that the heels of Simone's shoes were a good 3 or 4 inches long. "You're going to fuck me doggy style tonight. I want you to be standing behind me, right here", Simone's finger pointing to her puckered anus, "but first, let's see how good you can rim a girl's asshole." I squatted down behind Simone's tight gorgeous butt, and as she had done to me, I prized her ass cheeks apart and moved my face in. I started by licking the soft round entrance to this hole of pleasure, a slight bitter taste on my tongue. Then I gave into my urges and slid my tongue in, slowly at first, before I penetrated deeper and strained to move my tongue muscle rhythmically, up and down, round and round. With each move I made, the strain on my tongue felt like I was giving it a workout. But I did not want to stop, I'd have kept going for hours if this is what Simone wanted. Simone uncontrollably squealed loudly which had the effect of ratcheting up by stiff member to maximum stiffness as it flopped around free under me by the side of the bed. After a minute or so Simone panted, "Ronnie, up here, get your cock up here!" I slipped round the side of the bed, and directed the tip of by now visibly pulsing rod towards Simone's face. "Time to lube you up". Simone greedily slurped my cock, saliva trickling down her chin. "Control yourself, Ronnie" I thought to myself, as feelings of unbelievable pleasure coursed through my nether regions. Simone withdrew my throbbing shaft from her mouth, pinched the base of my cock firmly, and then violently let out a forceful gob of spit onto my glans. "Do me now Ronnie, I'm ready. Fuck me. Fuck me hard" Simone pleaded. I repositioned myself behind Simone's glistening asshole. Pinching the base of my cock as Simone had, I pushed myself forward. With the slippery coating on my cock providing maximum lubrication, there was only minimal resistance as I slowly penetrated Simone's love tube. Again, Simone squealed. I let out a simmering "Aaaaaah" under my breath as I fed my whole length into Simone's asshole. I was all the way in, I could feel my balls touching Simone's soft flesh. "FUCK. ME. HARD", Simone loudly pleaded. She didn't need to tell me twice. I pulled my cock back. Pause. Slam! All the way back in. Back. Pause. Slam! Harder than before. Repeat ad orgasmus. With each thrust Simone almost screamed. Which turned me on even more. Soon I was violently jackhammering Simone's asshole and I felt sensations I had not thought possible spread all the way through my body. Fucking like this, I wasn't going to last long. I started to feel my orgasm develop first in my own anal region and then I roared as the floodgates opened and I spurted deep into Simone. As I came I stopped pumping, I simply arched the top half of my body backwards away from Simone, and stayed as deep as I could for as long as the waves of my orgasm swept over me. As my cock twitched with each spurt, Simone moaned slightly. I slowly withdrew my spent member from Simone's ass. Simone edged herself off the bed sideways in one graceful movement and took the few steps to the en-suite bathroom. I wasn't sure why but I followed. Simone reached behind herself. "Oh Ronnie, I think I turn you on", she said demurely, "So much cum", showing me her fingers coated in a large blob of my seed. Slowly she reached towards her mouth and completely devoured my wetness. Simone sat down on the toilet bowl and with a slight push emptied herself of the rest of my juice with a long farting sound that at first shocked me but then aroused me. Wiping her ass, Simone displayed the toilet paper. Smeared with a small residue of my glistening white come, no brown color visible. "Told you I cleaned up for you", Simone smiled, before flushing. As Simone approached the entry back into the master bedroom I blocked her slightly, then without warning grabbed her and initiated a strong French kiss. I could feel Simone start slightly, as she realized this was the first time I'd taken the lead. I broke the kiss off and led Simone back into the bedroom. It was actually me who reached over and handed Simone a Marlboro, and as she held the cigarette in her mouth I lit it for her using her pink lighter. "I really want to see you come, Simone" I said. "Let me suck you, but do me a big favor, please tell me when you're about to come, I want to see you shoot. I've been dreaming of that all the time since I left here on Monday". Simone smiled, then took a deep drag on her Marlboro, "What are you waiting for, lover boy? Let's get to it." Simone opened her legs. Her cock was semi erect and I noticed her tip was glistening with drops of a clear liquid. I leaned in and swallowed Simone's rod whole. As the blood filled her stiffening member I started to run my tongue round the underside of the head of Simone's cock. This resulted in a slight jerk, and with Simone now fully hard, I started to bob my head up and down. Simone's breathing quickened and I could hear her take ever more frantic drags on her Marlboro until she warned, "Ronnie, stop now, please". I removed my head, and as I did so Simone, cigarette gripped tightly between her teeth, wrapped her left hand around her shaft and after 4 quick tugs, the sight I so much wanted to see blossomed in front of me. "Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah" Simone moaned. The first jet of cum was a long stringy thread of white goo, with a slight blob on the end that traveled upwards so far it landed on the breast area of Simone's blouse. Three more less intense spurts landed on Simone's belly, a little pool of beautiful cum ending up in her navel. Simone finished by tightly squeezing out the last of her love juice onto her belly. We looked into each other's eyes and without a word I leaned forward and drained Simone's dick of the small amount of jizz that remained inside her softening member. After swallowing, I moved up quickly and lapped up the cum that was on Simone's midriff, taking extra pleasure tonguing the pool from her belly button. Simone giggled as I did finished the job. Standing up, I cracked open a remaining beer, took a slurp and then handed the can to Simone who was brushing some cigarette ash off of her blouse, and tracing the line of the spurt that had landed on her blouse. Simone took a drink. Then looking into my eyes, she smiled, "Ronnie, you might be a keeper." She continued, "I guess I need a new outfit. You can help me choose before I dial out for our special pizza". Simone emphasized the special part of special pizza. I wondered why, and I guess I was soon to find out. To be continued