From alt.sex.stories.tg Thu Oct 24 16:44:59 1996 Path: nienor!fu-berlin.de!news.th-darmstadt.de!news.swb.de!news.rhein-neckar.de!news.miracle.net!newsfeed.randomc.com!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!news.idt.net!news From: Ricky Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: TG: Moving On Date: Sun, 20 Oct 1996 22:01:32 -0700 Organization: IDT Corporation Lines: 182 Message-ID: <326B03AC.35A@mail.idt.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ip182.rochester.ny.interramp.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.01 (Win16; I) You know the drill, if you are under 18 you need to ask your mother if you can read this because it has sex and other adult stuff in it. ----------------------------------------------- Moving On by Ricky When Jack and I were married we moved into a new house after a wonderful honeymoon in the tropics. The only thing that marred our trip was losing half of our luggage on the trip home. As we arrived after midnight and had no choice to head for our new apartment and go to sleep among the boxes I had moved in before we left. When we awoke we rummaged through the suitcases and discovered Jack had no clothes at all except the well used ones he wore on the flight back, and all his things were still in transit with the moving company. I didn't see much wrong with spending the next week before we returned to work with a naked man but he didn't think it was so funny. So we ate breakfast in the buff and took advantage of our unclothed state for a quick fuck. A call to the airport confirmed we were still without luggage so we started unpacking. It soon became obvious that work like that is not easily done with your balls flapping in the breeze, and with a rather malicious grin I offered Jack some of my stretch pants and a blouse for protection. He's taller than I am, but almost the same size, so he reluctantly put on my clothes and we continued on. As we opened and sorted things I kept looking at my new husband and got a real kick out of seeing him in my clothes. I couldn't help teasing him by occasionally holding a dress before him and speculating how it would look on him or asking him if he thought his cock could fit inside a pair of lacy panties. We started to get really silly as he admired my wardrobe, and we decided I had enough clothes for the two of us even if we never found his luggage. When we found one of my favorite bras, a lacy underwire number in red and black, I offered it to him to try on. To my surprise he simply removed my blouse and held out his arms. Caught up in the absurdity of the moment I fastened the bra around his body and stuffed it with loose underwear. It wasn't until he put the blouse back on and struck a pose for me that I realized just how good he looked. With his light beard and long hair there was a definite feminine appearance, and to my surprise it rather turned me on. The rest of the day became a fashion show, with Jack trying on my things and me admiring him. My older clothes, from before I lost some weight, fit him very well, but my shoes were hopelessly small. When we took time out for lunch the conversation turned serious. Hesitantly he told me he had always liked the feel of women's clothing. As a teenager he had tried on his mother's things, but had gotten caught and hadn't had the nerve to try again. This morning's fun was a dream come true. I was astounded by this confession, but not really upset. About all I could do was to hug him and tell him I loved him no matter what he was wearing. The hug soon turned passionate, his tongue diving deep into my mouth and his caress tightening around me. I ran my fingers over his back, encountering the unaccustomed lines of a brassiere, and began to tease at the panty line under his dress. In no time at all I could feel his prick pressing into my crotch. I sank to my knees and pulled up the hem of his skirt and saw all 10 inches of my husband's rigid rod straining against the silky fabric of my panties, which answered the question as to weather they could contain his manhood. I quickly freed his member and let the skirt fall over my head as I began to gently tease the tip of his cock. His masculine scent was strong in the confines of the skirt, and there was an eerie half light that made the experience very surreal. I began to caress his balls through the lace of the panties, my finger sliding easily over the fabric, and his pecker instantly rose farther than I had ever seen it. I engulfed him and began to suck deeply, sliding my lips over his pole, feeling his manhood fill my mouth and throat. I ran my lips down his pole and I could feel the skirt sliding over my head and the hem tickle my back. As I took him into me I could hear him begin to moan, pressing his cock ever deeper into my hungry lips, driving passionately into me. I squeezed his swollen balls, hanging in the silky panties, and felt him convulse as he filled my mouth with his steaming cum. With his hands clutching my head for support I continued sucking, drawing all of his spunk that I could until I felt his magnificent member begin to deflate. Damn, if wearing my clothes got him this hot then I hoped he would never take them off. I felt his skirt being lifted and soon his hands were toying with my tits, his fingers tracing tingling circles around my nipples. Taking my hands he led me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed and pulled down my pants, but left my undies on. I was surprised, but ready to see what he had in mind. I lay back with my knees over the side of the bed and he soon spread my legs and began to play with my crotch. I closed my eyes and relayed, then tensed as I felt his tongue begin to outline my panties. He began to nibble on my thighs, blowing his warm breath over the skin he had just licked, causing shivers of hot and cold to pass through my body. I could feel my crotch getting wetter, and he soon began to suck at my cunt lips through my panties. Opening his mouth he blew long, hot streams of air into my cunt, and I could feel my entire crotch heat up with the trapped heat. I couldn't stop myself, I began to wriggle under his ministrations, trying to slide my clit under his mouth to speed things up, but Jack was in no hurry. His fingers began to burrow the elastic of my panties, tracing the outline of my cunt lips. I could feel him carefully working through my sopping pubic hair to reach the naked flesh of my vagina, and soon his finger was plunging into my cunt. God, this was good! I opened my eyes and saw my husband, still wearing my dress, grinning like a madman as he finger fucked my. I soon felt his other hand begin to caress my clitoris, and waves of pleasure began to radiate as he rubbed my clit and kept driving his finger up my twat. In no time at all I came, doing my best to levitate from the bed as he continued to rub my bucking clit. With exquisite timing the phone rang as I was beginning to relax. It was the airline, they had finally located Jack's suitcases and we could pick them up any time. In the afterglow of some of the best sex we had had together I decided not to tell him, and to keep him in my clothes for the next week. If he had always wanted to try on women's clothes there was no better time to let him try his fantasy than now. With a wicked grin I told him it was a wrong number and got up from the bed. I got dressed and left to do some shopping while he cleaned up the house. I did the rounds of the grocery, shoe store and the several departments of the local discount store. Arriving home I decided to play the mysterious female, and began to unbutton Jack's blouse as soon as I was through the door, soon stripping him naked in the hallway. Leading him to the bathroom I ran the water for a bubble bath and placed him in it. If we were going to do this we were going to do this all the way, so I lathered his legs and began to shave them. I'll never forget the look on his face as I began to lather him up, he was like a robot compliantly moving his legs into position for me, not really believing this was happening. I'm afraid I got carried away with the razor, and began to remove all his pubic hair. With each stroke of the razor his prick began to rise out of the shaving cream, and soon it stood tall and proud from his bare crotch. I took the can and decorated his flagpole with lather and began to stroke it. Without hair he was so smooth, so slippery. Caressing his balls I ran my hands up and down his rod, squeezing and slipping in the soap, sliding over his balls and then back up again to the tip. I felt him pulsing in my hands, felt his body rise with each upward stroke. I took it slowly, teasingly running my thumb and forefinger up his cock as slowly as I could, then bringing them back down. I would stop for a while at his glans. just rhythmically squeezing without moving at all. It got a bit messy as he began to move and sloshed the water about the tub, but in only a few minutes I got to watch the cream explode from his soapy dick the fly high into the air. I rinsed him off and dried him in a big, fluffy towel, then opened my bags to show him my purchases. First some tall pantyhose to fit his newly shaved legs properly, then a pair of high heels that fit him properly. I once again helped him into my bra and panties, then filled two oversize balloons from the toy department to fill his bra. As I take a 38D it took more than your normal balloon to fill them. I led him to the bedroom and let him choose a slip and dress and soon my astonished husband was ready to live his fantasy. He was overwhelmed, and I told him I would like to have him enjoy the next week wearing my clothes. Right then and there he dropped his masculine facade and began to sniffle, almost unable to believe I loved him enough to let him do this. If I had any second thoughts I lost them right there, I knew this would work out. That evening we went to bed in nightgowns, and as I lay there I felt his hand start to caress my breasts. I was feeling nicely dreamy, glowing with the thought I could help Jack to live his fantasy. His warm hands began to trace slow, sensuous circles around my nipples, and as they began to rise he leaned over and unbuttoned the top of my nightgown, exposing to his waiting mouth. I reveled in the warmth of his lips and tongue as they descended on my sensitive tits, feeling his wonderful tongue begin to flick over my nipples. He began to suck gently, rolling his tongue around my breasts, washing me with waves of pleasure. I soon felt his hand slide the hem of my nightgown upward and soon felt his fingers play with my hairy cunt. As he gently brushed my hair back I spread my legs apart so he could continue unimpeded. I felt his finger as it traced my cunt lips, he gently pinched them together, then slid into the crack of my vagina. As my flowing juices coated his fingers he began to make little excursions upward, causing me to start to whimper as his digit quickly crossed my sensitive clit. Soon his fingers were buried deeply in my steaming hole, and in no time he found my G-spot. He continued to suck my nipples in time to his probing finger, and my excitement built like resonating waves with each motion of his hands and mouth. As I felt my release coming and he pulled his hand out of my twat and began to rub my clit furiously. I could feel his hand slipping over my soaked pubic hair. pressing firmly on my clitoris just the way I like it. The waves built and built until I came like the entire ocean was washing over me. Before I could come down he was on top of me and plunging his fully erect rod deep into my. I could feel his crotch slamming into mine with each deep, magnificent thrust, feel his rod splitting my sex wide open to snap shut as he withdrew and then plunged into me again with the next stroke. I opened my eyes to see the frilly nightgown that adorned my husband's body as he fucked me silly, and was struck by the contrasts. I didn't think about it long, however, as the furious pounding was again making me edge toward orgasm. I lifted my ass a bit and Jack continued to bore down my slit with his marvelous member. I could feel my copious juices dripping from my slit onto the bed, and with a few more masterful strokes I came again, feeling the warmth of his cock filling me as I came. Even on our official honeymoon we hadn't achieved such satisfaction. As things started to become clear again I heard him grunt and he filled me with his cream, pumping load after load deep into my body. Looking back I am amazed how easily I accepted this unusual aspect of my husband, and how much it fascinated me to help him learn to adopt a woman's demeanor. I was attracted to him because of his quiet, sensitive nature, and could see how all this tied together. By the end of the week seeing him in my clothes was normal as we, and he was getting the hang of makeup and such so the illusion of femininity was getting better each day. Our solitude came to an abrupt end Friday morning when the movers called to say they would deliver his things that afternoon. Somehow in our idyllic isolation we had forgotten about this, so had no choice but to see how convincing Jack could be as Jackie, just as long as she didn't open her mouth . Besides, we would never see these people again anyway if anything happened. We were surprised to find the movers were a couple in their late 30s, driving and working together. As they paraded in with furniture and boxes they would occasionally glance at Jackie with what seemed to be curiosity, but were too polite to say anything. The anonymous movers soon became Phil and Georgia, and we spent almost as much time talking as moving things. I couldn't help but admire Phil's gorgeous body, rippling with muscles from his strenuous trade. His skin shone with sweat from exertion, and his T-shirt was soon soaked. I could see Jackie was trying mightily to keep in character and not drool over Georgia, who was just as fit and whose enormous tits bounced robustly under her rough work clothes. When the job was done I invited them to sit down on the newly installed couch for a few minutes and have a drink, an offer that was readily accepted. We were very relaxed and Georgia commented that Jackie didn't seem to talk much. To my surprise he answered, saying his voice didn't really match his present appearance. The both of them grinned and slapped hands, Phil saying "I told you she was a crossdresser, didn't I Georgia?" He turned to us and told us not to worry, Jackie wasn't the first and surely wouldn't be the last. "You meet all kinds of people in the moving business, and see some pretty private things, too!" They proceeded to regale us with stories of the unusual things they had moved, and the talk turned increasing toward sex, and kinky sex at that. Perhaps it was because I was high on the great sex we had had that week, perhaps it was because I have always been a horny bitch, but the next time I delivered a beer to Phil I leaned over and began to nibble on his ear. Without hesitation he reach out to stroke my tits. Georgia happily nibbled his other ear and said" He's all yours for the night, honey. I've always wanted to find out what it was like to screw another woman, but I like men too much. This seems to be a great combination ." With that she went over and sat on Jackie's lap and began to kiss her passionately. I was in a dilemma. By this time Phil was running his fingers over my nipples and raising my blouse to get a better view of my endowments. I loved every minute of it, but was distracted watching my husband get it on with Georgia, and I kept wondering how she would cope with his pantyhose. I guess Phil noticed my distraction because he firmly placed me on the couch and knelt before me, then placed his lips to mine and blocked the view. His tongue explored my mouth and his hands began to roam, sending chills through me. With practiced motions he undid my bra clasp, leaving it hanging over my tits. One button at a time he opened my blouse, stopping to explore what skin it exposed. His hands were warm and welcome, and I soon lay back and closed my eyes, following Jackie's adventures with my ears. So far that consisted of low "umms" and "ahhs" punctuated by an occasional sharp "Oh!" I was soon making such sounds myself as Phil's fingers burrowed under my loosened brassiere and found my nipples. He started rolling my swollen nipple in his finger, and soon both my tits were being stimulated, his warm palms cupping my breasts while he gently massaged my throbbing nipples. There was a quick rush of cold air as he raised my blouse and my left breast was blissfully covered by his warm lips. Opening my eyes I saw Georgia had raised Jackie's skirt and was removing my husband's pantyhose and panties. Desire flared through my body and I clutched Phil closer, grinding my tit into his gaping mouth and moaning. Again the flash of cold and he switched sides, playing with my wet nipple as he sucked on his new toy. I began to wish I was wearing a skirt like Jackie so he could get to my cunt easily, but he seemed content to suck my breasts and play with my body, and I wasn't foolish enough to stop him. I saw that Georgia had removed her bra and shirt As well as Jackie's skirt and was happily stroking her tits over Jackie's cock, which looked very odd standing tall and proud beneath his/her padded breasts. I had no time to look further because I could feel Phil unbuttoning my jeans and trying to pull them off. I lifted my ass off the couch and he pulled them off, but as I settled down his strong hands cupped my ass cheeks and began to squeeze. He pulled me foreword on the couch, spreading my legs and exposing my aching slit. His fingers played with my cunt hair, combing it to the sides to reveal my swollen twat. With one hand he held back my hair as this other gently traced my slash, pinching a bit here and there, sending great rolling waves of pleasure through me. Gradually his finger descended into the wet well between my legs. probing deeper and deeper inside my body. Soon a second finger was inserted and he began finger fucking my sopping slit, driving me wild with excitement. With each plunge I arched my back and drove my crotch into his hand, trying to drive his finger deeper into my aching vagina. I could hear my gasping breaths with each thrust as if they belonged to someone else, I was floating above it all. To my complete surprise I came with nothing more than his fingers in my cunt, something that has never happened before. I lost all control, screaming with the swelling of orgasm, twisting my body about his fingers. I lay still as the feelings passed and opened my eyes to see Phil removing his work clothes to reveal a surprisingly small cock for such a large body. OK, I admit I was disappointed, but it didn't last long. Phil had barely removed his pants before he drove his dick into my well lubricated cunt. Somehow what seemed so small before my eyes was comfortably large inside me, or should I say pumping in and out of me. I was still high from my orgasm, and the delicious feeling of being thoroughly fucked started me up toward the top again. I watched Phil's hairy chest as it rose and fell with his exertions, and marveled at the bulging arm muscles as he performed his sexual sit-ups on top of me. His careful strokes just opened my hungry slit to his cock, he played with my cunt lips, holding back after a few strokes to make me bag for more and then plunged back in. Once again I began to feel the advancing tide of orgasm building and I once again felt the unbelievable feelings wash over my body as Phil continued to pump happily away. As soon as I could concentrate he pulled me from the couch and placed me on hands and knees. I was distracted by the sight of my husband burying his cock in Georgia. She had removed her clothes, but had made Jackie keep her blouse and bra on. I was fascinated to watch my husband's 10 inches of upright cock sink into Georgia's welcoming tunnel, and watching his boobs bounce while he fucked her was a real turn on. Georgia's tits were swinging in great arcs under her as my husband drove his meat into her, slamming her body foreword with each thrust. she was calling encouragement to him, urging him to fuck her harder and deeper. I was just getting interested when I felt Phil rub his finger in my cunt and get his finger wet and slippery. He began to probe my asshole as it stuck up in the air. In no time at all his finger was sliding in out of my back door with ease. He pulled his finger out and inserted his prick, burying his organ in my ass. He paused for a minute and we both watched the show as Georgia began to shake, coming as my husband continued to drive his rod into her. As her cries quieted Phil began to move his cock in my ass and was soon moving like a pile driver. Jackie looked over and saw our action and decided it was a good idea. We had not tried anal games yet, as we were still discovering all the other joys of married life. I was suddenly glad I had broken my virginity with Phil's modest organ as I watched Jack/Jackie carefully work his much larger tool into Georgia's waiting ass. She was very ready for it, once again calling encouragement to him. We watched in fascination as Jack carefully inched his tool in until it was completely buried, then slowly brought it out again. We were so caught up in this show we barely realized that Phil had stopped reaming my own ass. With a shake Phil added his encouragement to his wife's and resumed his interrupted pumping. Once again the sweet warmth of his cock penetrated my shivering asshole and I abandoned myself to his masterful fucking. In all too short a time Phil grunted and filled my bottom with gobs of cream, slamming his crotch into my ass cheeks with fervor. As I felt myself being filled I saw it was Jack's time as well and watched him come with his cock deep in this stranger's ass. What a housewarming!. Sadly our newfound friends could not stay, they had a load of furniture to deliver the next day on the other side of the state. When they left we were consoled by the weekend still ahead to explore just how much fun crossdressing could be.