Straight away he was down, gathering them up. "My name's Paul" he told her as they knealt together. She noticed his hands, larger than her's yet elegant and long-fingered.

"Will you join me for a drink?" he said as she deposited the letters in the already full maildrop.

Though suddenly she wanted to, she'd hesitated. "I don't usually go for drinks with strangers." Aside from that, she was feeling negative about men since her boyfriend had forced her suck him when she really didn't feel like it recently, then come in her mouth and all over her face

"We aren't really strangers. I've been seeing you in the elevator and coffeeshop for a year. We even exchange theatening letters." He chuckled, then explained. "I work for the firm of attorneys one floor above yours."

Talking with Paul was so different. It was as if, somehow, they were on the same side of the fence. Understood the world in the same way, even more than the most understanding guy she'd ever met before. His eyes - so expressive, communicating so much detail to her. Then, he stood up from his side of the table and she watched him, wide-eyed, wondering what on earth he was up to as he walked around. Leaning forward, he suddenly kissed her full on the lips. His lips so soft, the kiss different from any before, sweet and romantic; and sexy. Realizing she'd opened her legs with desire while he was kissing her, she hurriedly closed them again, discovering her panties suddenly wet.

The decor of his apartment surprised her upon entering. She hadn't realized men, other than gays, had such taste. What was she doing here, anyway? She was still too mad at her last boyfriend to even think of going to bed with a guy. Then he kissed her, such sweet, sensitive and seductive kisses as no guy ever gave her before, and she melted in his strong arms. Let him lay her back on the sofa, slide his hands up her thighs, raising her short skirt. Squeeze her cheeks, fingers inside her skimpy panties, sliding them off. That deliciously exposed, expectant feeling as they were slid down her legs and off, tossed through the air over his shoulder, rotating. He left her stockings on. She felt very sexy as he drew back to admire her long shapely legs.

"Oh!" she cried out in immediate mini-orgasm as his touch. Such a touch in those long, elegant fingers. He really knew how to use them, gently yet firmly spreading her pussy lips side, stretching just enough to draw the covering off the head of her clitoris which he immediately found - so rare, when so many men fumbled around like drunks who'd lost their doorkeys in the night. Deftly he put his lips down and around her clit, sucking it out. But then, damn him, he stopped. Men always did. Unbuckled his belt hastily, brrzzzd, down with the zip, down with the pants. He'd jam it in, thrust like a ram for two minutes, slam, bam, thank you mam. It'd be all over, nothing for her, just like most of the others.

Lying back, resigned, she felt it go in. Felt nice. Surprisingly small, compared to that great hunk of salami her of her boyfriend. Nice small. A huge cock gave a stretching feeling which could be good but if they didn'tknow how to use it, just didn't hack it.

"Ooh" she said, luxuriantly, as Paul worked his cock around. "Ooooh, that feels so-oo good. How ever do you do that."

As he worked it in, he moved it around, then out, finding her clitty, rubbing, pressing upon it. Silkier, more erotic, more sensuous than any cock she'd know. "Oh, oh, oh!" She had her first orgasm and heard Paul groaning, felt him shuddering. He seemed to be having an orgasm too, and she could feel hot liquids pouring down upon her. She wanted to be naked, and wriggled out of her blouse. He was still dressed. Pants around his knees, but that Ralph Lauren shirt hiding his beautiful chest.

As he arched his back, shuddering with orgasm, her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt. Beneath she found elastic bandage wound around his chest. A cold shock hit her looking at the contours close to like this and she got her fingers under the bandage and heaved it up.

Small, light, beautifully formed breasts with enormously long nipples dropped out.

"Oh, my God no!" She was being fucked by a pre-op transexual. Panting, Paul looked down at her. In her horror she jerked her hips so his prick came out. She tried wriggle free, but Paul held her there with his superior strength. Staring down at his cock she saw....it wasn't. If Angie was a girl, so was Paul! It was a gigantic clitoris. Large as her own small finger. Larger!

"Angie" Paul/Paula said. "I'm sorry, I should've told you."

"Get off me!" Angie loudly screamed, her head swimming with indecision. "I won't make love to another woman." Her ever-more-cloudy mind repeated it over and over, not with another woman, CERTAINLY not with another woman, like she was trying to convince herself. Abruptly though, it dawned on her, she already had, and it had made her frustrated body feel so-o-o great.

"Get off!!" she again cried, but this protest was much weaker.

"No," Paula said gently but firmly, putting her strong arms around Angie, holding her squirming body tight.

One muscular arm had quickly slipped under her arched back, the other under her quivering buttocks, forcing their heated bodies so tightly together. Angie still half-heartedly struggled and writhed, becoming aware she wasn't really trying with conviction to escape. Her body had made its own decision.

Paula's strong hand firmly under Angie's wiggling buttocks kept their oozing pussys pressed together, juices mingling as one, as they again furiously mated. Like it or not, Angie felt a sharp sting as that enormous throbbing girly-cock again penetrated her yearning love-tunnel, her lusting body loving every throbbing inch of it.

Now Paula leaned down close, her soft lips harshly mashing against Angie's,

feverishly kissing her. Without warning, Paula's hot stiff tongue began thrusting in and out of Angie's mouth, almost as fast as Paula's hot stiff girly-cock was thrusting in and out down below.

Angie quickly found her wet lips wantonly pressing back. She began strongly sucking on that naughty stiff tongue as it constantly jabbed into her wide-open mouth, then retreated home. Once or twice, her mind drifted and she envisioned that she was sucking on Paula's girly-cock, rather than on her wiggling tongue.

Wow, Angie thought, slightly scared, I've never even thought about sucking another girl's clitty before, especially not one that was as large as many young boy's cocks. On the other hand, that idea now didn't seem as revolting as she earlier might have found it. A sudden deep plunge between her shaking legs startled her, bringing those thoughts back to the reality filling and fulfilling her.

She still couldn't believe that she was being thoroughly fucked by a monstrous hard pink girly-cock. It kept violently slipping in and out, exciting her love tunnel's nerve endings sooo much more than any guy's cock ever had. Every cell between her widely-spread legs could vividly feel each inch of that thick pink shaft as it unrelentingly plunged in her body, easily shoving her pouting wet lips aside. It felt so utterly hard and so amazingly enormous. "Wonderful, oh, wonderful" l she heard herself babble with shorter gasping breaths as her climax built higher and higher.

Suddenly, a loud guttural "Yeeesssssss" rose from between her dry parted lips as she began violently coming. Streaming rapture burned from her own bloated clitty, through her bouncing pussy, all the way up into her throbbing womb.

If only that monster girly-cock could squirt inside me flashed through her mind. Suddenly she realized something was squirting against her and into her. Jets of female ejaculate such as she'd heard of, never seen before, as her amazing new lover came. It took her to a plane so high she almost lost consciousness, sighing deeply. Every single cell in her whole trembling body was screaming like never before. She had absolutely never cum this hard . One strong jerk almost threw Paula right off, but Paula rode her like a cowgirl, breaking a little filly.

After Angie finally floated back down from the clouds, her teary eyes looked deeply into Paula's swirling blue pools. Being such a "gentleman," she knew that Paula had only cum once, while letting her cum twice.

Now what can I do in return, Angie pondered, but had to wonder for only a split-second. She grinned devilishly.

"Let me suck it" she hotly whispered to Paula, discovering this was now something she really wanted to do.

Looking shocked, Paula turned her head away, blushed, turned back, then shyly said "Nobody has ever sucked it before. They've liked it inside them, but never wanted to suck it."

Angie giggled. This shy side was a piece of Paula she'd not seen before. Not realized existed. It made her suddenly seem so cute.

"Let me be the first, Paula" she coaxed. Then, seeing the girl's desire and modesty fighting with each other: "Oh, Paula, I need it in my mouth. Let me please you. Let me be the first." Angie began sliding down under Paula's body, her mouth going lower and lower. Her eyes tightly closed, Paula was now not protesting even one little bit.

Angie immediately noticed that Paula's girly-cock had shriveled back up under her panties. Even cuter! Dressed like a macho guy, she still wore black lace panties underneath. Paula wiggled her hips, helping, as Angie pulled those dainty panties all the way down. Her searching eyes could clearly see Paula's tiny girly-cock sticking out about an inch in the center of her nest of curls. It wasn't this tiny just a minute ago, and Angie was determined to bring it back to its full glory. Her naughty wet tongue slipped out, flicking its darling pink head. She felt Paula shudder, as well as seeing that cute clitty wiggle, just becoming a little bit bigger.

This is a job I'm going to really enjoy, Angie thought.