Chap.8 - Transformations - Honey-Lee Nympho - Sex Stories

Chap.8 - Transformations - Honey-Lee Nympho

Honey-Lee–the journeys of a TG Nympho

Chapter 8 - Transformations

In the days following our extraordinary adventures at the Holmstead’s, Paul and I, apparently sexually satiated for awhile, settled back into the quintessential Florida lifestyle – late, leisurely breakfasts on the lanai, afternoon cycling along beautiful trails, especially those from Port Charlotte, through Venice nearly to Sarasota, or kayaking the broad local canals, creeks and rivers.

Evenings we made love, casually in the lanai, on the pool deck, kitchen counters, living room sofas and chairs – but just as often on my smooth, wide, white king-sized bed. And every night as we went to sleep, Paul would tuck his by-then, semi-erect penis safely away for the night in my accommodating tg-pussy.

To an outsider it would have appeared an halcyon, perhaps even mundane, lifestyle, but for us and for that short period in time, it seemed to suit, to allow us to recharge, to replenish and restore our life-forces for the lubricious cyclone we were intuitively certain would soon envelop us.

To be sure, we did one night seek out a young couple advertising on a local swinger’s website. She was advertised as a “pulchritudinous love goddess”; he as “every woman’s Adonis”. Ha! She was, in fact, a chubby, out-of-shape little thing with sagging boobs and belly plucked from the isles of a Walmart somewhere. He was an awkward 29 year old with prematurely thinning black hair and blotchy, hairy hands – tho I’ll admit he did have a long, almost prehensile nose and long tongue.

Her idea of love-making was to unceremoniously strip, flop on her back, spread her chubby legs, flap her floppy boobies and giggle. His idea . . . well once he heard I’m a TG, he was all over it. “What’s it like? Is it stiff? Can it squirt? Can I suck it? How big is it? I wanna suck it.”

Well, we made the best of it and I’m sure from the way the giggles turned to squeals and then to groans, screams and every other inarticulate sound that can come out of a woman’s mouth, that our “pulchritudinous love goddess” that night at least was levitated to the heavens of some of the lesser gods. If she was walking at all when she left, she was certainly walking differently.

Once I answered some of “Adonis’” interminable questions about “it” by letting him tear down my panties, just inside our front door, I was able to educate him a little. “Yes you may suck my clit but if you cum in your pants before giving me some decent action, I’ll tear your balls off and turn you into a eunuch.” I don’t think he knew what a eunuch is, but he got the idea and let me coach him a bit. That’s when I discovered the prehensile nose with which he was able to give me a little spasm so I let him poke his average 6” cock in me and grind away for awhile, giving him a few moans for encouragement.

He seemed quite startled when I pulled his tits and slapped his ass sharply but he did redouble his efforts and manage to squirt a teaspoonful or ...