Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2006 18:10:38 +0100
From: alexisdelby <alexisdelby@libero.it>
Subject: straight to femme bottom part 3

I opened part 2 saying how good felt waking up with my asshole full of cum,
but now I was experiencing the most vivid pleasure and the sweetest
awakening all at once: Joseph woke me up pumping his cock in my asshole. It
was really, really hot... I was on my right side, half-asleep, feeling the
heat of his pole turning me into his personal morning donut. My chest was
sticky with his dry cum from when he had cum how much? One hour before? It
didn't matter: it was a timeless situation. I felt his left hand roam from
my butt to my leg, to my breast, to my tummy. I just relaxed on his right
bicep, while he brushed my nipples with his right hand. I moaned to let him
know I was awake, he said: "Uh, my yummy chubby girl, I love your body..."
"Thank you, Joseph...I guess this is my breakfast in bed!" "You can bet it
is, take it!". I felt just right having him entertain himself on my asleep
body before I woke up, as long as I could savour at least the end of the
ride. He didn't sound so pleased, anyway: he groaned like something was
wrong, which worried me: "Shit, you're too tight. I'm not gonna enjoy my
ride if you don't loosen up. Shit! I've turned you into a girl, but your
body doesn't respond the right way... Fuck!". I didn't know how to feel:
afraid, offended, excited... How? I mumbled some excuse: "I'm sorry Joseph,
I promise I will be as loose as you like it soon, don't be mad at me!". He
kind of laughed, but angrily: "This is not what I like...You don't have an
asshole to go with your juicy ass. That feels bad. It's like fucking a
fag. You're just a submissive fag, not a woman... Shit!". He kept pumping
away, I felt like crying: I wanted to be what he liked, and I wanted him to
like me...And I didn't want him to treat me like that: I was his girl!
Suddenly he stopped. "Ok, let's see if I can do something to save you or if
I have to throw you away". I answered meekly, whining: "No! Please, no!
I'll do..." "Shut up, bitch!". I was in hell, but saw a way out. That felt
confusing, and impossible: from heaven to hell in seconds and witho

e: would he do tat something to save me? I hoped he succeeded, no matter
what it was. He lifted me up on all fours without drawing his cock from me,
and put my head down on the pillow pushing me towards my hands, as my ass
was lifted up unnaturally. "I'm gonna ream your ass good now, and it's
gonna hurt like hell. I'm talking about me, not you, I don't care about you
now. As I'm sacrificing for you, don't complain, right?" I moaned a yes in
the pillow, prepared to the worst and relaxed. He made fun of me, then:
"Try to imagine shoving your clit in the rear of a cat, and you'll get what
I'm feeling..." I never had sex with a cat, sure, but felt so inferior and
shameful as though he had caught me do that dressed in panties and bra.

"Ok, let's go!". And he actually went. In (completely in) and out
(completely out) all the while, with all his weight, with all his power. I
was sure I would not be able to walk anymore, he was breaking me, making me
a useless bed companion for when he felt like doing it hard and hurt
somebody. He grunted satisfied, as he was actually enjoying tearing me
apart. I was feeling my ass on fire, especially my ring. He began to spank
me hard on my asscheeks, which I didn't even feel. I was living it like a
sequence of bursts of pain to my sphincter and nothing else. The pain
echoed in my body not allowing me to feel the pleasure I knew hid in the
moments his cock slid past my sphincter into my rear and back till it came
out, when another surge of pain hit me. I was like "Ouch!" even when he was
outside, when I could feel the fresh air for a fraction of second. I wasn't
enjoying it, at all. But I wanted to, I could actually guess the marvellous
taste I longed for in between his furious thrusts. Then he gave me the key
to enjoy it, when he leaned onto me and whispered to the back of my head:
"Take it whitey, be the good slave mother nature wanted you to be!". His
rhythmic spanking was no longer an unknown sound, no longer...

I was transported in a quiet night in the Africa I had never seen, in the
middle of a circle celebrating a tribal feast: the drums of the spanking,
the fire warming me, and me as the banquet where the dominant specimen of a
sort of all male amazon tribe was exercising his ius primae nocti... Wow! I
immediately felt exposed and could overturn the sensation in my rear:
pleasure first, pain in the background. I lifted my head and began to moan
audibly. "Yes, do me harder...Do me!". Joseph actually slowed
down. Surprised? Maybe. "Oh, sure, that's what I was talking about: wide
open and willing to spread even more... Now relax and let's enjoy it
together" "You can be sure I will...". He began to go faster and faster,
but wasn't even close to cumming. I was. I did, as my asshole clenched him
holding him in for a few seconds. Pure lust, something that made me shiver
and go crazy. He immediately went back to that complete in and out movement
I just got to appreciate, not allowing me to chill down after my
orgasm. "You're great...I'm all yours!" "Yes, honey...You see..." He began
to talk to me through his thrusts, continuously interrupting himself. I
will omit the suspension points for easier reading (that's very kid of
me...add me to your contacts in windows messenger! Seems like a good
deal. Now!). "You see, this was all in your head. I knew you could relax
and stretch like this. Like a cunt, not an asshole... By the way, you have
to begin to use a douche bag, to clean down there. You have to. I like
female cunt, not asshole. This right here, right now...This is a class A
pussy. A work of art, my work of art. I turned a male asshole into a female
cunt in the span of 3 days, I'm really someone. But I know it can't stay
like that 24/7, you'll still need to use that as a asshole. Obviously when
I'm not around. That's why you will use a douche bag: like that, you will
be able to concentrate its being an asshole in a very small amount of time,
which will make you available almost any time. Besides, you don't have much
choice...There is no way you

re gonna hold back shit from now on!". He laughed. I knew that meant
permanent damages to my asshole, but didn't care: it was worth it. It was!
I said: "Yes, I will use it...But I want you to stretch me even more, so I
can experience womanhood at its fullest... Will you?". I don't know why I
said that. Maybe someone was taking over, a new me. He said: "Ok, but it's
gonna hurt" "Do it, I'll enjoy it".

He pulled out till the head was right at the ring, where it most hurt, then
stopped. I reached back for his hands with my hands, and he held me
tight. He then began to push up, down left or right, without going in or
out. It was slow and sensual, and I was determined not to feel pain. I got
to the conclusion that pain was a poison you can get used to, and if you
don't sense it you can isolate the most impressive pleasures in the world,
which come out of the mist of the dull lack of pain you finally reach to
reward you (maybe I was running too fast, with Joseph...). I wanted to show
him how much I loved his abuse, so I moaned like a porn star "Oh, Joseph,
yes! Wow...Oh! Ah!". I spontaneously assumed a girly tone with him, and
knew that they would hear me from outside. His head-to-rim job lasted very
long, until I finally felt almost comfortable. Right then I got up on my
knees and turned my head to him, smiling languidly. I impaled myself to
kiss him, still holding his hands. We kissed for a long time, our tongues
the center of the world. When we stopped I whispered to him: "I'm all
yours, whatever you want to do to me. Doesn't matter, you turned me into a
woman, freed my real me...Do me however you want, I won't
complain. Just..." "What?" he said before kissing me for another 2 minutes
at least. "Just...Once in a while, when I beg you, make sweet love to me,
please... I like it rough, dirty and all, but I want to feel like I'm your
girlfriend as well, please! So..." "Ok, girlie. I want it, too" "So...Now?"
"Now" he said kissing me and began to move slightly in my rear, still
holding hands. I began to wiggle my ass in a sexy dance, as he went in
circles inside me. Wow, how easy...I brought his hands to my nipples, and
he began to brush `em while I still gripped his hands. We were entering a
state of bliss beyond pleasure, my ass moving at the rhythm he dictated
with his love stick, when he broke the kiss to tell me something. "Your
nipples...They're so soft and puffy... They're the first thing I noticed in
you. So girly..." I was squirmi

s he was, too, as I felt my softness pierced by something even harder and
bigger. "I saw them through your t-shirt, and knew it. Nobody with such
nipples and breast can be but a female...A woman...My sweet J-Lo...". Right
then he pinched both my nipples really hard, sending waves of pleasure
through my body. I kissed him and he screwed my prostate just a few
seconds, taking me past the edge and having my clit spit untouched once
more. My ass muscles clenched him and triggered his wet hot orgasm, lava
splashing my happy insides. I leant into him almost fainting. He put me
down on my stomach and extracted his cock from me. It felt strange and
cold, the air entering my gaping open hole, the absence of what had been
inside me for...How long? The air was fine, as it was burning, but... My
thoughts were interrupted by him: "Sweetheart, gotta go now" he said as he
presented me his cock. "Don't!" I uttered before sucking him clean and, in
my intentions, more. But he pushed me off his dick and dressed. I admired
him and told him "When will you come back?" "As soon as possible, don't
worry". He sat beside me and fondled my ass while he kissed me goodbye. On
the door he said: "Remember to wash your pussy honey" "I will my lion!" He
dropped a folded paper on the table: "And here are some numbers of friends
of mine you should visit. They will help you with clothes and stuff and,
besides, they have to know my girlfriend, right?" "Right!" "Bye" "Bye!". I
closed my eyes and felt so happy: he wanted me to know his friends! And
maybe all my flatmates said about him wouldn't be true. Not with me, his
girlfriend...



So, here is part 3.I'm really happy for the feedback I'm receiving, so I've
decided to write more. Just...I'd like to receive more detailed e-mails:
tell me about yourself, tell me what you like and what you didn't (I need
criticism!)... Bye for now,

Kisses, Alexis Delby