1. Becoming My Girlfriend


    Date: 3/20/2016, Categories: Shemales, Author: lana100, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    of a stretchy lycra. Yes.. this would cover his small breasts nicely. He stepped into the swimsuit, and pulled it up his smooth legs, and up over his hips. The lycra gusset clung tightly to his sticky mound, outlining its erotic shape. He pulled the rest of it up, slipping his arms through the arm holes, and tugged the straps over his shoulder. He adjusted the top and then looked into the mirror. Wow! Even on his half-female body, it looked sexy. The gentle swell of his A-cup breasts were nicely defined, and his belly, rounded by the uterus nestled within, led the eye right to the soft, curving flatness between his legs. His soft, pale thighs emerged out alluringly on either side, descending into slender, tapering legs. The sight was erotic, and Bernard felt his moist cleft twitch. Flushed, he turned away from the mirror, and threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, acutely aware of the alien-feeling female garment clinging to his skin. As he dressed, he was suddenly aware of the heady pussy smell in the room, and looked in disgust at his bed. Two circles of pussy juice stained his sheets, one where he had just sat, and a larger one that had seeped out of him while he was thrashing in the throes of yet another fucking female orgasm! Angered, he ripped the sheets off his bed, stuffing it into his laundry basket. He threw another couple of items in, including the pink satin panties, which had a dried oval of cream on the gusset. He grabbed his student card and some change, and ...
    left his room, stopping by Allison's room to rap heavily on the door. No answer, figures! He left the dorm, though not before passing by the laundry room and throwing in his load. *** The night air felt deeply refreshing, and he breathed deeply, feeling some of the disquiet and upset leave his body. Across the quad, he could hear raucuous music and shouting from the student union building, where the bar was still open. Here and there, he saw other students, but they paid him no mind, either dismissing him as a weedy-looking effeminate man, or a particularly ugly girl. He started walking to the phys ed building. As he walked, his moist sticky pussy twitched, and he scowled in annoyance. What a huge bother women put up with. Getting wet was so different from growing hard. When he grew hard, he felt strong and masculine, the cock filling him with a sense of power and urgency. But it could soften as quickly as it hardened, and it was a clean process that left no trace behind, unless one counted the tiny spot left behind when precum appeared. And when he came, there was a mess, sure, but you cleaned it up and you were done. But when his pussy became sexually aroused, it was a wet nightmare. It spread female lubricant all over, it was extremely distracting when he walked, sat or did anything, and invariably after the arousal was done you were left with a wet sticky pair of undies. Worse than that, though, was the feeling that the arousal triggered - one of horrible vulnerability, ...
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