Be yourself
In the wild nineties, my wife, due to lack of money, sold alcohol from home. We lived in a private sector then, they stopped paying salaries at work, and we had to fend for ourselves. During the day, we went to liquor stores, stood in long, multi-hour lines, stocked up to the brim with wine and vodka, hauling huge bags home, and in the evenings sold the goods to local men—drinking enthusiasts. There were plenty of enthusiasts; the neighborhood was particularly heavy-drinking and, moreover, criminal. Many former convicts lived here, who had several trips to the boss.
An advantage of this home-based alcohol business was also
that the clientele was mostly local, many rarely had money, but they constantly wanted a drink. With us, you could take a bottle or two on credit: my wife started a special notebook where she carefully recorded the debtors.A regular customer was Vova Sarafanov, recently released from prison, whom local thugs called an active pederast. He didn't hide it, by the way; when he came to my wife for a bottle, he would glance at me with obvious interest. I was embarrassed by his openly cynical looks, as if Vova was penetrating my most intimate, secret thoughts with his eyes. The thing is, I was also a pederast at heart, only passive. Although I had never tried it, I really wanted to... And my wife knew about it.
She fucked me at night with a thick candle in my ass, and I would furiously jerk my cock and writhe in sweet convulsions. The orgasm at such moments was double. I came violently, with loud cries and moans, like a real woman being penetrated in the vagina. My wife would even marvel: "We live like two women... I'm fucking you..."
I asked her to find me a man because I wanted to try a real, live cock. "Find one yourself," my wife would reply, looking at me with disapproval. "How low you've sunk!.." – "What can I do if my anus is an erogenous zone?!" I justified myself. "I can't live without it anymore..." – "Well then, get married, you pederast!" my wife said with disgust. "Why? I'd rather find myself a lover," I objected. "Or better yet, you find a lover, and he'll fuck both of us." – "Do you really want men to fuck you in the ass that much?" my wife probed.
Such conversations with my wife were, of course, accompanied by passionate couplings and sometimes dragged on until dawn. And they repeated so often that my wife eventually decided it was just a necessary element of foreplay for me.
One summer, my wife went to her parents' village for the weekend, leaving me with several crates of fortified and dry wine and vodka. In the evening, as usual, Vova Sarafanov came. As soon as I saw him, I trembled with excitement because I decided the decisive hour had come when I could finally realize all my hidden dreams and fantasies. Vova didn't miss my agitated, nervous state. He took three bottles of dry wine and demanded glasses. I was glad Vova was staying and eagerly fulfilled his request. He poured wine into two glasses and pushed the second glass toward me.
– Let's drink to our acquaintance, kid.
I was already thirty, but I liked that he called me that. Vova drank the wine and, sitting at the table, lit a filterless cigarette with pleasure. He seemed to be settling in for a long time. I continued standing near the table, not daring to sit next to him so he wouldn't think something... Though in my heart, that's exactly what I craved: for him to understand I wanted him. I was afraid to look into his eyes so he wouldn't read the frank desire in them... But from my appearance, body movements, and voice intonation, everything was clear anyway.
Vova poured more wine, we drank again, and he decisively pulled me by the hand onto his lap.
– What's this for? – I immediately became flustered, shooting a frightened glance at him, and immediately blushed deeply to the roots of my hair. I remembered that under the thin leggings, which tightly hugged my legs and ass, I was wearing small, lacy women's panties, which my wife had recently bought at my request. I felt like an innocent girl in them, being seduced by an experienced, seasoned libertine.
– Sit down, don't play hard to get, – Vova ordered, paralyzing my will with his grinning, all-understanding gaze. – You want this yourself, right? So why put on airs... Sit down, let's have some fun...
– Vova, we need to close the door. What if someone comes, – I said with a tremor in my voice, realizing I was giving myself away completely. But I couldn't help myself anymore. I knew the fateful... inevitable was about to happen now!
Vova understood everything and let me go. I quickly went to the hallway, locked the front door, and obediently returned.
– Take off the leggings! – he demanded harshly.
I inwardly trembled from being told such things, embarrassingly lowered my gaze, and began to undress. Vova poured himself more wine and, without offering me any, drank in small sips, watching me. I unbuttoned my shirt, threw it on a chair, followed by my T-shirt, and started pulling off the leggings. He watched attentively and sipped wine from his glass.
Seeing the lacy women's panties I was wearing, he laughed knowingly.
– So I guessed right? You really are a girl!
I lowered my head even further, not answering. Letting him understand that it was indeed so.
– Well then, take me to the bedroom, girl, – he ordered mockingly, finishing the wine in his glass.
Burning with shame and at the same time, rejoicing with my whole body, trembling with impatience in my hips, I timidly took his large, rough, calloused worker's hand and led him to the living room. A few steps from the bed, he greedily grabbed my buttock with his hand, kneading and stroking it. Then he slipped his hand into my panties. I stood frozen, while he groped my ass and kissed my neck and earlobe. And then I grew bolder and touched his cock through his pants with my right hand. It was already hard, and I got even more excited.
– Undress your man, girl, quickly! – Vova continued to command.
I immediately began undressing him. He watched me, and his cock rose and hardened even more. When I took off his underwear, I was struck by the size of his huge, broad-headed cock. Mine was much smaller. He saw me admiring his equipment and, continuing to grin predatorily, sat on the bed. For comfort, he put a pillow under his back.
– Come here, my dear, – he called me.
I had already gotten used to the idea that I had turned into a girl and did everything he told me. I climbed onto the bed in women's panties—to him. He pointed at his huge, erect cock.
– Suck it, girl. Now!
I was glad he suggested it himself. But I had dreamed of this all my life and often sucked men's cocks in my dreams. And now I was lucky enough to do it for real! I greedily took the head of his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt very pleasant, as if I had drunk more wine, or even vodka. I began licking the head and hard shaft of his cock with my tongue, coating them with abundant saliva that suddenly filled my mouth.
Vova started thrusting, sending his equipment into my mouth back and forth. When the cock slipped out of my mouth, I quickly and skillfully swallowed it again, almost to the base. My partner moaned voluptuously, pressing his palm lightly on my head, on my crown, to sink his cock deeper into me. This was also terribly pleasant for me. My own cock literally jumped up, straining the fabric of the women's panties. A sweet ache started in my groin, I wanted to jerk off because, unfortunately, there was no one to fuck. I was being fucked like a promiscuous girl. Given cock in the mouth like the lowest street slut. But that's exactly what wildly excited me. And I also thought that when he came, I would have to swallow his cum so as not to offend him.
But the excitement from everything happening to me was so great that I myself longed to drink his cum. Moreover, I was also overwhelmed by a strong erection and an irresistible desire. But I didn't touch my cock so as not to come prematurely and ruin the whole high.
Vova began trembling all over, wheezing loudly, and frequently shifting his legs on the sheet. Then he suddenly grabbed my ears tightly and started quickly thrusting his excited cock into my mouth—back and forth. The pace of his movements increased with each second; then he rose from the bed and growled wildly like an animal. His cock vibrated like a machine in my throat. I felt that a little more and he would come. From intense excitement, I began quickly massaging my cock under my panties.
At that moment, Vova screamed, jerked, his cock in my throat seemed to swell even more, and something hot, sticky, cloying in taste poured into me. "So this is what male cum is like!" – I almost cried out in delight, feeling the taste of male sperm in my mouth for the first time in my life.
Vova, while coming, pulled my ears hard and, emptying into my mouth to the last drop, collapsed flat on the pillows in exhaustion. I fell with my heated face into his hairy groin, buried deep in it... In gratitude for the pleasure just given to me, I kissed his limp cock, still moist head, and slightly musty-smelling balls several times. I believed I had truly just become a real girl, giving a blowjob to my man. The man was indeed mine from now on. Or rather, I myself, or more precisely, myself, was his. And if not a wife, then I was definitely Vova's mistress from now on!
– Bring the wine, cocksucker! – my man suddenly ordered unexpectedly and rudely.
I was offended. For a minute, female pride and dignity awoke in me.
– Volodya!.. – I looked at him reproachfully, but he didn't let me finish. Quickly rising from the bed—he slapped me hard across the cheek with his heavy palm. So hard that I tumbled to the floor and cried there from pain and, mainly, from humiliation.
– Vova, why? – I sobbed at his feet.
He jumped off the bed and again slapped me hard across the same cheek.
– Remember, bitch, you're my whore now! And I'll do whatever I want with you! – he shouted with hatred, glaring evilly and breathing wine fumes in my face. – You'll suck my cock, and I'll fuck you in the ass and tell the guys you're a cocksucker and a faggot, got it? And if you complain to anyone, I'll waste you somewhere in a remote place—I know how. And no one will ever find your corpse! Clear?
– Yes, it's all clear. I won't do it again, please forgive me, darling, – I humbly babbled, lying on the floor at his feet and swallowing tears.
– That's more like it, – my tormentor grunted with satisfaction, climbed back onto the bed, and demanded wine.
I did everything as he wanted. He drank the wine, handed me the empty glass, and turned his back to me.
– Lick my asshole with your tongue. But very gently and tenderly. Or I'll hit you again!
My cock continued to stand high under the slightly dampened women's panties from secretions, and another command from my strict master again plunged me into sweet trembling. I eagerly pressed my face to his behind and began licking his anus with my tongue. I did it so skillfully and excitingly that his cock rose again—I slipped my hand between his legs and felt it. At the same time, I didn't stop tenderly enveloping my man's anus with my saliva-moistened tongue. He began to moan softly and wiggle his ass in all directions; his cock grew even harder. My own cock was also so hard it didn't even fit in the small women's panties I still hadn't taken off.
Vova turned to me, ordered me to take off the panties. I quickly did so. My cock was so hard it visibly turned into a thick rod. Vova threw me on the bed, hugged me tightly, and began fiercely kissing my lips, regardless of the fact that his cum was still in my mouth. I arched under him and spread my legs wide. He lifted my legs up, threw them over his shoulders, and, half-sitting, began inserting his erect, hard cock of an adult, healthy man into my anus. His cock was so thick, and the hole in my ass so tiny, that it became unbearably painful. I squirmed under him with my legs and cried again, begging him to stop.
– What now, bitch? – he roared, ready to tear me apart from impatience.
– Sweetie, darling, I'm scared! It's so big... It hurts so much there, – I cried, looking pleadingly into his eyes and humbly kissing and licking his rough fingers with my hot, moist lips.
– Bitch, lubricate your asshole with spit, – he growled, not stopping pushing his huge, bone-hard, blood-filled cock into my ass.
I obeyed him, quickly gathered a mouthful of saliva, spat it into my hand, and generously moistened my little hole. Then did the same and lubricated the head and upper part of his cock with my saliva. After that, his equipment went into me without hindrance. Vova, moaning voluptuously, began fucking me in the ass. And at that moment, I ecstatically realized I had already become a real woman! Realized that my man had just taken my virginity. That my long-standing blue dream had finally come true!
The pleasure I experienced from these thoughts, and most importantly—from his cock—was indescribable. I tightly wrapped my arms around Vova, pressed him to me, merged, literally fused with him mouth to mouth. Our combined cry of happiness drowned in our mouths. Saliva mixed. He firmly spread the cheeks of my ass with his fingers, and his cock literally plunged into the suddenly very wide hole of my anus. And this was now my vagina, in which men would fuck me for the rest of my life. Yes, I was grateful to him for giving me such truly unearthly, cosmic pleasure.
It was true nirvana when he poured a hot stream of his cum into me, and I felt that burning warmth of his seed deep inside my ass. And with moans and cries, convulsively jerking and writhing with my whole thin, naked body, I also came, covering my stomach and thighs with cum. I felt terrifyingly good because I was coming simultaneously as a woman—with my anus—and as a man—with my cock. And my cock now seemed not like a cock but more like a large female clitoris, and I seemed to myself if not a hundred percent woman, then certainly a hermaphrodite, having two organs of different sexes...
So we fucked all night. He kept getting hard for me. And I kept coming under him... And not only under him but in other positions too: doggy style, sitting on his cock, sideways... And I sucked him off several times during the night, after Vova came in my ass. And it was truly a happy, unforgettable madness. I was finally completely satisfied and doing what I had always wanted. And I felt sorry for my former self, complex-ridden and uptight...
And only on this sweet night did I feel the true, genuine taste of human life!