Erotic stories of fucking crossdressers in shoes
During this long stay, I saw Paul Little often, for reasons of caution, but because I refused to see him see me covered with bandages, necessary after the operations that shaped me, little by Little, a new body and a new face, however, quite close to mine.
I remember he was scared when I asked him to get me a casting of his sex in total erection. Jokingly, I told him it was to remember him, but those who went through it, know why, and he did it, made of hard silicone, as I told him.
To the direct question asked by the surgeon before vaginoplasty, whether it was for me, to be simply a woman and enjoy life as such, or for a single man, I answered frankly. It was for my man, my only one, without specifying, of course, who he was.
“If you allow it, and he agrees, it would be better if I could see his sex, or at least, a perfectly erect footprint. »
“I’ll ask him Doctor, I hope he will »
“That would be, well … so your new sex will be adapted to his »
When I gave him the replica of this wonderful member of love that united us, he looked frightened, contemplating, palpating, circling this cylinder, in height, in width, doubtfully…
“But it’s huge… !!! »
“I know Doctor, I’ve been taking it in myself for so many years. »
“Do you want your vagina to support it ? In full ? »
“That’s what I want doctor … however, I don’t know if it’s possible. »
“Let me think, study all aspects of this problem … but it could be very painful for you… »
“My whole life ? »
“No, if I succeed, time to drill into you a receptacle that can accommodate such a member. On the other hand and luckily, your male member is quite developed too, as well as your testicles. But I still risk having to perform a skin transplant to achieve a total retroversion, from the vaginal lips to the bottom of the cavity »
“Do whatever is possible to you Doctor »
“Are you sure ? Digging such a hole between your bones and your flesh will be hyper painful for you »
“No matter doctor … I don’t mind suffering, only the goal counts. »
“Good news anyway … your body reacts well to hormone treatment, your breasts are developing properly and we can now switch to injections to speed up the process. Moreover, the interventions on your face are perfect, just a few corrections to perform, the filing of your Adam’s Apple is successful and we also intervened on your vocal cords to improve your voice »
“I feel it in me, Doctor, and it’s perfect. Did you receive the second payment ? »
« Yes »
“You will receive the last one in the final transformation, but I want a perfect success, regardless of the price… »
“She will be…. Our techniques in this field have evolved a lot, especially in our establishment where we are at the cutting edge of progress … you have chosen us for that besides »
This man had never used the term Madame or Monsieur to me, and it was after eight months of stay in this place that had made me a real woman, that I took up the opaque limousine that led me to this little house, with the knot in my belly.
My brother had left his brother Marc last time and it was Marika Schieller who introduced herself to him, with the last identity that my father had created, a young Swiss woman of my age, who was fond of German letters at the University of Zurich.
After a moment of floating, watching us both, my Paul stood before me, with all the splendor of his being, filled with the aroma so smooth that I knew so well…
It did not matter whether I was Marc or Marika, but Paul was there, at last before me, that man to whom I devoted my life, the sacrifices I had made seemed so weak, so justified before Paul … My Paul…
He took my hand, fucked her, like a fiance in front of his fiancee, and dragged me to his suite, to this house where we had shared our last feud.
“I cheated on you, Marc…. Just once. »
“I understand my angel »
“Do not be deceived, Marc, and if I have deceived you, it is for a very specific reason »
“Well … Which One ? »
“Sexually, I only knew you and you always satisfied me fully, I never felt the desire to go elsewhere, you know. »
“I know Paul, neither do I »
“But you were going to become a woman, so I had to know if I was capable of making love to a woman »
“So what? »
“I got there, painfully, only your image before my eyes allowed me to go to the end, to fill the condom I had put on for the first time, obviously out of caution, but also because my enjoyment is only yours. »
“And now ? »
“You’re right… Marc or Marika… I know my sexual appetite is fierce, boundless, but I realized it was only for you … you cast a spell on me ? With his laughing eyes….
“But yes…. When I was born … as soon as, as an infant, you took me in your arms as a 5-year-old ” I was back in his fun game… of course, children and even teenagers, we really did not think about what would follow.
“It’s simpler… love me as I love you… »
I had chosen Marika’s first name, because he was very close to Marc and if a lapse was committed, he could easily go unnoticed.
Long caresses followed, Paul went to the discovery of this new body, curves that did not exist before, and with tenderness, with love, with passion, his hands, his mouth, his sensual lips kept going around occupying each of the square centimeters that composed it. To him, I was the being he loved, passionately, regardless of my physical appearance, male or female, as long as I was his and nothing but him, that we were always one.
His virile ardor having regained the top, his indecent phallus quickly showed his desire for possession and it is, cautiously that he sank into me, my chalice having not been visited for some time, and very quickly, at the same time, that our enjoyment has blown, screaming both the happiness of our reunion, of this long-awaited mating.
When his glans began to touch my fresh vaginal lips and he tried to cross the barrier, I denied him access.
“Forgive me my darling … in my haste to possess you again, I did not think that you needed time, everything is so fresh and I especially do not want to hurt you »
“Yes, my tender, it’s still a little early for that »
“I’m sorry »
“You have to think of something essential now, for the culmination of all the efforts we have made »
“Which one ? »
“Marc died Paul, he died in the Amazon, and it is Marika that you have in your arms. It is no longer he, it is she, it is the feminine that is of necessity, even if it is not easy, neither for you nor for me, but I, it is true, I was helped at the clinic for it »
“I will pay attention henceforth my darling…. It would be foolish, if because of clumsiness on my part, doubt arises. »
I huddled in his arms, against his hairy torso, my hand on his back and sleep took us away, benevolent, soothing, we had found ourselves.
What I had not told Paul was that in the greatest respect of traditions, I had demanded from my surgeon that he create me a hymen, hymen that I only wanted to be deflowered on our wedding night, presenting my recent surgery and the size of Paul’s sex, as a real excuse to make him Wait, always reserving to him, as before, what had filled us.
Back in Berlin, Paul very quickly presented me as the crush he had encountered in Zurich during his travels, being still quite vague on the subject, and eager to marry me as soon as possible. His friends had not recognized me, of course, and after a few vague remarks about my resemblance to Marc, I always responded with a candid air… but who is Marc ? Establishing a modest silence, a little embarrassed on their part, understanding by this, that Paul had kept me in ignorance of the existence of his brother and his tragic death.
The date had been set, 2 months later, for a civil marriage in Lorraine, he was French, and the religious wedding in Görlitz that I cared about above all, having managed to convince Paul, despite his reluctance beforehand.
Both Catholics, it was in St. Jacob’s Cathedral that our union was to be celebrated, our suite reserved for the Grand Hotel in Budapest, the same as the one we had occupied during our previous stay.
Arriving three days before the ceremony, at the end of the afternoon and after the formalities of use, Paul rushed at me, he was like crazy, dripping with desire through all the pores of his skin, possessing me with a force that I knew, certainly, but rarely so powerful, as if the air of Görlitz, the city, this setting, increased tenfold his desire. He hammered me, plunging his sex into the depths of my being, of my soul, seeking to possess their only orifice that he had not yet conquered, always refusing him.
Rather late and exhausted, we went down, after a shower, to the dining room, enjoying the special meal, which in his habit, the Chef had concocted for us, with an appetite, which, my faith, invigorated us after so much energy expenditure and at dessert, we saw Dieter approaching us.