Date: Tue, 9 Mar 2010 16:28:17 -0800 (PST)
From: bill bobber <givingitupgladly@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Fireworks -2  Interracial, beginings,

Please do not read this if you are not at least 18 years old.


In my first instalment I had told the story of my sexual awakening at the
hands of a beautiful black man. We had met at a party, there was drinking,
and things had happened - I had given Miles (the afore mentioned BBM) a
blowjob in the bathroom.

Fast-forward to the next day.

I am alone in my apartment wrestling with some pretty conflicting feelings
and desires. Part of me is wracked with guilt over my actions the night
before. I had given another male a blow-job, and, I had swallowed his
cum. I could perhaps pretend that I had been excessively drunk and that I
had been forced to do these disgusting things, but the bigger problem
seemed to be the fact that I was hopelessly excited by the memories. The
feeling of Miles's thick cock entering my mouth and stretching my lips wide
- the feeling of his hands gently holding my head as I worked to bring him
pleasure - the musky smell of his balls as they swayed with our joined
motion - and the taste, the aroma, and the overwhelming sensation of his
beautiful cock blasting its delicious load into my hungry mouth. I had not
lost my erection since the night before. I would masturbate frantically,
imagination overflowing with images and sensations of Miles's cock,
desperately hoping that this would be the end of it and I could get on with
other things when I was done, but without success. Each time I finished,
the erection would return, along with more dirty thoughts of me on my knees
in front of Miles.

So, guilt and intense horniness battled in my poor brain. I finally gave
into my desires and set myself up for an extended jerk-off session. Out
came the lube and dildo, on went the computer with the adult sites. As I
stroked my self I admired the pictures of hot girls sucking and getting
fucked. I had discoved as early as thirteen that I got great sexual
pleasure when something was inserted into my rectum as I jerked off. The
slender dildo was now lubed-up and pressed against my puckered anus. I
gently but firmly slid it inside me until it found that special spot and I
moaned with happiness. As usual, whenever I did this I got a little carried
away. It started with visiting web-sites that featured transsexuals.  Some
were incredibly beautiful, and the idea that they were actually guys like
me, turned my on very much. As usual, I didn't look at them and think,
"Wow, I'd like to fuck her!" Instead it was always, "Wow, I wish I was
her!"  I think the thing about trannies that really got me was the fact
that the sexual roles were so well defined. In other gay relationships I
suppose there is still a top and bottom, but they might need to negotiate
that before anything happens.

"It's Tuesday, so you're the top today."  "Aw, shucks. I'll do the dishes
if you let me be the bottom instead."  "Oh, okay."

But with trannies (or so I imagined) the wearing of the lingerie was a
clear signal that this person was assuming all female roles, and as a
result, was the giver of blowjobs, the consumer of all semen, and the
receiver of all fucks. And that just flat out made me horny.

Speaking of which, I was nearly crazed with lust as I gazed at slutty young
men in women's clothing getting fucked in the ass and taking thick loads of
cum in their mouths as I slid my dildo in and out of my horny
butt. Thoughts of my experience with Miles the night before circled by
head. I had sucked a cock and swallowed cum. I was proud of my ability to
do that. It made me want to do it again; to do it, and maybe more. So I did
something I would never have done in normal circumstances. I called Miles.

The night before, after Miles came in my mouth, I had slumped to the
floor. I was overwhelmed by the exertion necessary to bring a fully-grown
man to orgasm, and I was myself reeling from my own orgasm. That's why it
wasn't until I had gotten home later that I had found the note saying,
"Call Me" with a phone number. I had sworn to myself that I would never do
that. But, I hadn't thrown out the note. I had apparently "forgotten" and
it was now in my hand.

Heart pounding with fear and excitement I dialled.

"Hello" The sound of his voice again almost made me drop the phone.

"Uh, hi Miles. um, this is Chris."  Would he even remember me?

"Hey man, it's really good to hear from you. I didn't think you'd call me."

"Yeah, well.I found your number in my pocket and."  I didn't know what to
say.

"I'd really like to see you again Chris"

Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god! He wants to see me again! I was too blown
away to think of what to say when words just seemed to flow from my mouth.

"Sure, I'd like that." Did I just say that!?

"What are you doing tomorrow night? Maybe I could come over around 7?"

Again, my brain was busy panicking while my body was making choices for me.

"That sounds great, I'm really looking forward to it. Here's my address."

After I hung up I shoved the dildo as far into my ass as it would go, gave
my rock-hard cock two quick strokes, and was rewarded by a fountain of cum
that blasted up in the air and then fell all over my face and chest.

If I was conflicted before, I was ten-times that now. Miles was coming to
my apartment. He was going to be here right in front of me again. He was
going to expect me to probably. do what I had done before. Why else would
he want to see me again? He was clearly expecting me to give him a
blowjob. Damn! It would be a lot easier to deal with this if I wasn't so
excited!

The next day at work time felt funny. There were times it seemed to race
by, then others when it appeared to have stopped altogether. I was just as
divided, but I had come to a kind of peace with myself. This was a one-time
thing. It was just a period of self-discovery and I was exploring my
sexuality. No one needed to know about this and Miles seemed like a nice
guy. If something happened that I wasn't comfortable with I would put a
stop to it. The question was, what was I comfortable with? At times I was
convinced that I would not let him do anything. I would explain to Miles
that I had been drunk and it had been a mistake. He would understand and we
would spend the evening talking about movies and politics.  The next minute
I was imaging his round buttocks in my hands as he fucked my mouth. Sigh.

5:30 PM Home - clean apartment. Change sheets on bed. Resist all
temptations to masturbate furiously despite that fact that I am walking
around naked. Have shower and use enema bag purchased on way home to clean
rectum. Check out ass in mirror for seventeenth time. Legs, ass and hair
all look okay.

6:30 PM Pour third glass of wine. Put on some nice music and turn down
lights. Brush teeth and gargle with mouthwash. Think about Miles kissing me
and wonder briefly about lipstick. Put on jeans that I know accentuate my
butt. Take off t-shirt and put on a tank-top that I had found in the
laundry room and picked up. Not really sure why.

6:45 PM Brush hair for tenth time. Open second bottle of wine. Wonder for
twentieth time whether the tank-top thing looks too "gay," but stick with
it anyway because I think it looks sexy. Reflect for the two hundredth time
that another man was coming over to my place because he was probably
expecting me to suck him off.  Enjoy the thrill of excitement this thought
gives me.

6:55 PM Ding-Dong

I open the door. Miles is wearing slacks and a very nice shirt. It is clear
that he has dressed nicely and this makes me happy inside. Maybe I'm not
the only one excited about tonight.  I invite him in and I can't help
notice he seems to like what he sees. I still worry about the tank-top but
I've got such a buzz from the wine that I just don't think about it.

We sit in the living room. It's a small apartment and the couch is small
too so we are not far from each other. I get Miles a glass of wine and I
notice that he has moved closer when I sit back down. We talk about stuff -
friends, sports, work.

And then he says.

"I really enjoyed myself the other night" Oh my god! Now what do I say?!

"I've, um, never done anything like that before" I can feel my cheeks
blushing red.

"I couldn't tell that."

I'm confused. "What does that mean?" I ask looking into his gorgeous brown
eyes.

"It means it was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. With the most
beautiful.  person I've ever been with."

While the embarrassment washed over me I was aware of a sense of pride and
the sense that he had almost said "girl" when he said "person."

"Thank you" I whispered. Then he kissed me.

Okay, that wasn't my first kiss, but it might as well have been. I had
always kissed as the man, now it was clear I was the receiver. And I loved
the reception.  It felt so wonderful and sexy to kiss Miles. I gave into it
completely kissing him back to let him know I was just as eager as him.

As we kissed our hands began to roam. His slowly reached up under the tank
top and gently squeezed a nipple. I had no idea they were so sensitive, but
now it felt like a 2000 volt shock right to my pleasure centre. I moaned my
approval as my hands roamed across his muscular chest, but just like that
night on the balcony, he guided them to a better spot. Gently, yet firmly,
his hand took mine and placed it over the growing bulge in the front of his
pants. Feeling that hard mound under my fingers my heart rate doubled. This
meant that Miles was excited - because of me. And it meant that I would
have to give him what I had the other night.

Miles helped me as I fumbled for the zipper in his pants. Once open, I
reached inside and found his hard shaft trapped inside cotton briefs. I
moaned my frustration, as our kisses grew more passionate.

"Wait! Miles broke off our embrace, stood up and pulled down his pants. My
eyes were glued to the thick black rod that bobbed up and seemed to point
at me. I could feel my mouth water and all I remember thinking was "I can't
wait to suck on that."

Which is what happened as soon as he sat back down. Any flimsy pretensions
of indifference or uncertainty were ripped apart as I engulfed his hard
cock like my life depended on it. To say that I merely "sucked it" is like
saying the Mona Lisa is just a painting. I slid down between Miles's legs
in order to better access the meaty giant I was now serving. On each bob of
my head I tried to take in more and more of his length until the fat knob
of his cock was wedged into the entrance to my throat. I ignored my gag
reflex and tried to stuff it further.

"Whoa baby, just take it easy," said Miles as he gently caressed my head.
"There's plenty of time for that. Just work on what you've got, you're
doing just fine."

I looked up into his eyes with what I can say with truth as love and
adoration and said, "But I want it so much, and I want you to cum in my
mouth like you did last time."

"Oh, don't worry about that my little darling. I've saved up lots of sweet
cum for you. Just keep on sucking."

I looked down at the muscular tube that throbbed and glistened with pre-cum
and my saliva. The pee slit on the top was gaping like a little mouth and I
knew that it would soon open up and flood my mouth with copious amounts of
sperm.

"Oh god I love this," I whispered as I licked the head. "I just love your
cock. I love sucking it and I love the idea of swallowing your cum. I just
want to be on my knees for you all the time." I was really getting into it
and Miles sensed that I liked to talk dirty.

As I returned to sucking Miles began calling me things like, "his little
cocksucker", "his cum-whore", and "his "cum-slut."

I was very turned on by this talk and especially that he never referred to
me as a guy, but as a girl.

This made me pause for a moment and look up at him. "I want to be a girl
for you."

Miles smiled and said, "I like what I see so far."

"But I'll be better than any girl. Now cum in my mouth."

I sucked hard and worked the rest of the shaft with my hand. My other hand
was holding and tugging on his fat balls. They were heavy with cum and I
knew I was getting close to my reward when I felt them start to pull up
tight in his crotch.

"Oh baby I'm gonna cum now!!!

I took a second to turn my mouth and say in as slutty a voice as I could,
"Give me all your cum baby!"

I only took the bulbous head of his cock in my mouth as he came. This left
lots of room in my mouth to hold the semen as it pulsed again and again
until my cheeks bulged from the pressure. I swallowed only then and loved
the thought that his seed was going into my tummy. His hands squeezed my
head and he was making all sorts of grunts and moans that made me so
happy. The aroma of sperm filled my nostrils as completely as my mouth was
filled with the sperm itself. When the spurts began to slow I started
sucking again to try and make it last. I didn't want it to end. In fact, I
just kept sucking Miles's cock until I was able to make it hard again
several minutes later. I think it was during this interlude that I really
found myself: on my knees, between a man's legs, blowing him - it was what
I wanted to do forever. All vestiges of masculinity left me at that
moment. I wanted to be Miles's girl.

We took a moment to breath when my mouth required a rest. But I had warned
him that I would be back for more.

"Where's that shy guy that answered the door?" asked a very sated Miles. He
was laying back on the couch, arms behind his head, his beautiful semi-hard
cock draped across his muscular thigh.

"I don't know," I replied truthfully. "I think you made him go away."

"Who's here with me now then," he asked playfully.

"Someone who wants to do this more." I leaned forward and began to kiss my
way up his chocolate thigh towards his stirring cock. Then I
stopped. "You've been with guys before?"

"Uh, yeah, just a couple." Now it was his turn to be shy.

"So, what was it about me that made you want me? Because, I can see you
want me" As I said this I pulled his hardening cock upright and pointed it
at my open mouth.

"Well, you're beautiful, and sexy. I don't know, you just really turned me
on. And keep turning me on."

I licked his shaft like a lollipop and then said, "Would you like me as a
girl? Could I pretend for you that I was a girl?"

Miles's eyes bulged a little and he said, "Shit yeah! Especially if it
means I get to fuck that sweet white ass of yours!"


I stood up. "Lets go to the bedroom."



Flash-forwards two weeks.

I am on all fours wearing black garters, black fishnet stockings and black
stiletto heels while behind me my boyfriend Miles is pounding my ass with
his big cock.  My hair is growing out longer and in the meantime I am
wearing a blonde wig. My eyes are done beautifully and I have bright red
lipstick on.  I look back over my shoulder at him and urge him to fuck me
harder.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Please fuck me! Oh! Oh!"

Miles has been fucking me several times a day for the past two weeks so my
ass can now accommodate all of his manly powers. I still try to lube up a
little before we make love but it's getting to the point where some spit
and a lot of desire can do if we don't have any and the urge to have sex
overcomes us. It did hurt a little at first, but not for long. And the
pleasure it gave me to truly give yourself up to a man and be fucked long
and hard is overwhelming. One of the best parts of being a girly cum slut
is afterwards when I'm in the kitchen making my man a post-coital snack and
I can feel his semen leak out of my ass and down my shaved legs towards my
high-heel shoes. I giggle knowing that there will soon be more going in
there to replace what has leaked out. It also gives me a warm glow knowing
that there is already a substantial amount of warm sperm in my tummy.

Becoming Miles's girlfriend has changed so much for me. I'm sure some of
the other tenants in the building wonder where the quiet guy in 312 went
and where this sexy girl came from, but I don't stop to chat. I'm spoken
for. Although Miles has suggested that he might bring some friends over one
night. The thought of servicing several horny black men gives me shivers,
Especially when I know how much work it takes to keep just one satisfied.
But the idea of one guy fucking me while I suck off another is a fantasy of
mine. And I must admit, I am a cum-loving slut who loves to have her ass
fucked hard, so I think I might be ready to try that one day soon. In the
meantime, its time to keep my boyfriend satisfied.


I hope you enjoyed this, because I sure enjoyed writing it!!
Please take the time to let me know if this story brought you any pleasure.

Thank you!!!