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She got up and went to the couch, positioning herself
on her hands and knees. Alicia knew what to do. This was one of the
most exciting ways for them to fuck, a position that thrilled them both.
She sat on the couch behind her, her rod between her thighs and into
the tight channel of her pussy from the rear. Gripping her waist, she
began to slide into her. Her cock filled her hole tightly, the hotly
lubricated channel of her sweet young cunt. She fucked her again and
again, till she came loudly, then dropped flat to the couch. Alicia
pulled out shooting her load all over her tight ass then rubbed it in.
She was on her stomach for a long while, and when she awoke it was
to order her into the bedroom. Their bed chamber was a seductive
room, with rust-hued walls and a gorgeous bronze-like bedspread.
They were quickly naked, except for Stephanies garter belt and
nylons, then lounged on the large bed. Shewanted some more of that
doggie-style fucking that Alicia was giving heron the couch,
so she got on her hands and knees and ordered her to fuckher.
Gladly, her husband got in behind her on the bed on her knees
andstuck her rod up her cunt from behind. Then she shoved it in
and out,battering her shapely buttocks with her loins as she
fucked her harderand harder. When she withdrew, Stephanie
rolled over onto her back, pulling her on top of her. Her body
was coated with sweat, her forehead beaded with dewy perspiration
and her rod as stiff as it had ever been in her life as she
mounted her. She tossed her head, moaning softly as she felt
her dick penetrate the soft barrier of her pussy.

Once
her panties were off, Stephanie rose and stood over her in her
highheeled shoes. She knelt, looked up at the spread lips of her
pussy andquickly went to work. Her tongue was moving as rapidly as
a piston in astock car as she licked her cunt lips up and down, then
stimulated her clit some more. When she had […]

“Undress me, Alicia,” she commanded; and it was an orderthat
never failed to excite her further. She came up from between
her thighs with trembling fingers and reachedor the buttons
that ran down the front of her white silk blouse. Sheundid
them carefully, seeing the bulging white curves of her breasts
asthe garment parted. She stood, nearly kicking her aside as
she did so,and let the blouse fall over the soft curves of her
shoulders. Herlarge, shapely breasts jiggled enticingly as
she stared up at them. Sheput her moist fingers in the waistband
of her black skirt, then pulledit down over her slender ankles,
and she stood before her nearly naked,wearing only a black and
red garter belt and the nylon stockings itsuspended. “Get my red
negligee, Slave, “Stephanie said. “Yes, mistress,” she replied
gladly, scrambling for the bedroom, hercock a stiff stick in her
panties, impeding her progress. She returned with her finest
negligee; and as she stood tall in themiddle of the living room
she placed it reverently over her voluptuousbody. In her high heels
she seemed to tower over her, her perfectbreasts bobbing beneath
the see-through material of her negligee. Therest they were able
to do without speech, and soon Stephanie was seatedon their tan
leather couch, legs and negligee parted, feet propped upfor comfort.
Alicia knew what to do without being told. As Stephanie leaned back,
relaxing after her hard days work, her husband knelt between her legs
and pressed her aching mouth to the split mound of her pussy. Her
tongue was like a flicking snake, caressing up and down the inner
lipsof her pussy, then stimulating the pink nubbin of her clit. She
had hermoaning with pleasure as she lapped the juices from deep inside
her wetpussy. When they were done, she ordered her to stand; and
that’s when shenoticed the stiffness of her rod. It tented out the
front of her pantiespoking up the white apron that covered her front.
“Drop you panties,” she ordered in a scolding tone of voice. “Look at
that lump in your panties, it’s disgraceful.” Afire with lust and
excitement, Alicia undid the buckle of her belt,unzipped her panties
and slowly lowered them to the floor. Her rod sprangfree, huge and
stiff and wavering in front of the tall imperious woman.Stripping
for her always excited her, made her feel somehow like a little
girl dropping her drawers before a beautiful woman teacher.

“Face and voice?”
“Yes. I’d say if she is to go that route, we do the surgery
before she goes out for learning how to live on her own as a
woman.”
“All right,” Col Hampton concluded. “Call the airport and
have Sherry brought here for a discussion about hormones with you
and you alone. We’ll wait up in Trotti’s office.”

Sherry came to Janet’s office looking an absolute mess. She
was sweating from the effort of conducting the dead engine
exercises. “This is a little out of the unusual,” Sherry said.
“What’s up?”

“I’ve been reviewing your progress here, Sherry. You are
turning out to be a fine young woman. When I or anyone else looks
at you, we’d be hard-pressed to believe that you are really a man.
How do you feel about it?”
Sherry was taken a little aback. “I guess I feel good about
it. When I get dressed and look in the mirror, I see me. It’s
hard for me to realize that I am a man, too.”

The town (she thought of it as that) has several running courses
laid out along the roads, complete with mileage markers. Sherry’s
goal was to run three laps around the airport, a distance of over
seven miles.
The coursework was changing constantly. After a series of
lessons on clothing and accessories, Sherry started a basic cooking
course. Doris pointed out that most women knew how to do more than
fry hamburgers and eggs, which about the extent of Sherry’s kitchen
skills.

So she learned how to cook and how to select items from
the supermarket. Sherry privately didn’t think much of this phase
of her training. It seemed like a lot of effort to spend so much
time spreparing a meal that normally didn’t take anywhere near as
long to eat. Lord Sandwich knew what he was doing, she concluded

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Anderson’s jaw dropped. Gazing back at him in the mirror was
an attractive young businesswoman. He ran his hands down the side
of the skirt, feeling the smooth material. He smiled and the woman
in the mirror smiled back. What he didn’t see was the satisfied
grins Doris and the saleslady gave each other. He wasn’t sure how
long he stood there, entranced at his image in the mirror. He felt
something click inside himself, and from then on knew that the
female pronouns were the right ones. It just felt right. It was
a moment that Sherry would remember as long as she lived. She
would later say it felt like she had been reborn.
They spent a lot of time assembling a wardrobe; dresses,
skirts, tops, casual wear, coats, shoes, and a couple of pairs of
boots. Doris picked out a few things to take back with them, the
saleslady promised the rest would be delivered.

“That’s sort of the `full formal’ look,” she explained. “It’s
good for an evening out. But for daytime, it’s a bit much…” She
then showed him how to lightly apply makeup for a look that was
both enhanced and natural. “You don’t want to wind up looking like
the daughter of Bozo […]

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