Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2016 13:18:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: keira.buttslut@yahoo.com
Subject: A Slice of Life - Chapter 1 [TG; Teen]

Disclaimer: This story, and the chapters contained herein, include graphic,
sexually explicit descriptions of consensual and non-consensual intercourse
and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone
offended by reading such material. All chapters are the property of the
author.  Any feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thanks!

- K H

A Slice of Life
By Keira Heisler

1.

It is dark out, night descending upon a wintery, snowcapped city
backdrop. Cold against the windowpane, I feel my head shoved into it and my
hand makes a streak across the glass. My would-be attacker tears my panties
off of my slender hips and I hear him unzip his fly. Feeling the cold of
the window against my cheek, I shudder at what's coming next. His belt
clinks against the hard floor as he drops his pants.

For a moment, silence.

And then, I feel his hands grasp me by my waist. My bra is still on, but
that doesn't matter. And all of a sudden, I feel moist saliva drizzle down
my bubble butt, moistening the hole. He doesn't finger me to make sure I'm
lubed and ready for his cock. Instead, he pulls me back til I feel his
mushroom head just outside my poorly lubed boypussy.

I exhale as he thrusts into me, the head of his cock moist with the
saliva. But it's not enough. As he drives into me, I feel like I'm being
torn apart.  He's such a big man.

Finally, after an unknown expanse of time, barely conscious, I realize he's
in to the hilt. All 9 inches of cock, thick as a soda can, driven into me
like a pike all at once. I hate to think of how badly I'm going to be
bleeding by the time this is done, but as he adjusts his position,
something other than pain stirs inside my bowels. I feel my tiny cock start
to galvanize, feeling his shaft brush against my prostate as he shifts.

After a moment of letting me get used to it, he withdraws, hands still on
my hips. Doggy is always going to be my favorite position; it makes me feel
so girly and submissive.

"You like that?" the man grunts as he thrusts back into me, his sinewy hips
crashing into my bubble butt and making me moan. His cock feels so good.

"Fuck me, Aren!" I whisper, getting the breath knocked out of
me. Withdrawing from my tender anus, he pulls out to lube his
cock. Positioning back into my hole, I feel trills of delight shoot upmy
centerline and expand to my toes and fingertips.

Here it comes again.

Exploding inside my rectum, I gasp as his cock rampages through me. "Be
more gentle," I moan, arching my back to try and abate the flames of
sensation coming from my posterior. As I look back at him, my cheek still
firmly pressed against the now-steaming windowpane, the look in Aren's eyes
is one of a man possessed. He keeps one hand on my left ilium, and with his
right hand he grabs a handful of my blond hair, forcing me back as he
thrusts deeper into me. I can tell he likes the feel of my tight, teenaged
sissy boycunt. As he pounds my ass, I feel his balls slap pendulously into
my perineum. Precum oozes out of my 4-inch clitty as his shaft milks my
prostate.

He's such a big man.

After a few more thrusts, he stops. Pulling out of me and making me
suddenly feel empty, he flips me over onto my back, my head settling atop
the pillows of the twin bed and thankfully missing the windowpane. I lift
my hips up and put a pillow underneath the small of my back and pull him
closer. His swollen, veiny cock pulsates underneath my touch as I position
him at my gilded entrance, slick with saliva and precum. He looks down into
my eyes and thrusts into me, making me moan loudly and arch my back. I wrap
my legs around is muscular waist.

My body is shiny with perspiration from our tryst. Bra still on, I look up
into his eyes and undo the clasp holding it on. My tiny, budding breasts,
coated in a film of sweat, seem to excite him. Completely naked save for
the pink pair of ankle socks still on my feet, I reach up and caress his
gaunt face. "Baby, you getting close?" I whisper as I feel him exit
slowly. Thrusting into me again, faster now, his glans drives right into my
prostate and I feel myself getting ready to cum. My sissy cock is an
embarrassing 4 inches long at its most erect, shriveled from the chemical
cocktail of hormones I've been taking over the last four months.

Aren grunts and puts a calloused hand on my throat, choking me gently while
he fucks me.

Hot.

"Are you?" he grunts gutturally as he applies pressure to his hand around
my throat. As if to enunciate his point, he withdraws and thrusts into me
harshly, striking my prostate once again. I illicit a loud, girly moan, my
hard cock smearing precum all along my tummy.

As he drives out and back in to me, I feel his cock ignite a smoldering
blaze of feeling inside me. In and out, each time striking my prostate as
it bottoms out at its hilt. And before I know it, I can't take it any
longer. Gripping his hips as he pistons his thick cock in and out of my
boypussy, I arch my back and moan, my tiny cock erupting in spurt after
sticky spurt of hot cum. Glad I'd removed my bra, as some of it shot out
powerfully enough to land right on my clavicle, leaving a thin trail down
my chest to where my sissy shaft is rapidly receding.

It wasn't long before I could feel Aren ready to orgasm. Flexing my anus as
he withdraws and relaxing it as he enters, he leans down and for the first
tender moment in our fucking, he gently kisses me. Hand still on my throat,
only gently squeezing now, he thrusts in one final time; he grunts loudly
before pulsating inside of me and coating my insides in a thick blanket of
sperm.

"Fuck. . . ." he whispers as the intensity of his orgasm grips him like a
vice.

Exhaustion grips both of us soon after he slides out of me.

The afterglow. Not often do I get to feel it, but when I do, it's so
enjoyable. My rectum is numb from the punishment he inflicted upon
it. "Mmm, I'm going to be sore tomorrow baby," I coo as I slide the pillow
from the small of my back up to my head. Resting down upon it, I look up at
him, his gaunt face highlighted only by the streetlights outside my
window. Aren brushes his long, unkempt hair out of his face and leans
against the wall next to my bed, resting a hand on my thigh. Sighing, he
looks down at the mess of clothes on our floor. I wonder what he's
thinking.

We sit in silence, neither of us uttering so much as a word, for a
while. This is one of the best things about finding someone you don't end
up hating. You can be comfortable in silence together. It's rare, even in
hetero couples. Even in simple friendships. Then again, what do I know? I'm
only 18 years old.

Aren gets up, smiling to me. "Wanna take a shower together?" I ask. He
chuckles lightly. The tenseness of his voice from before is gone. I knew
this is what he needed, especially after a hard day at work.

Scratching the back of his head, he stretches and looks down at me,
grinning. "No baby, you go and wash up. I'll take a shower after I get
home."

He looks so sexy in this light. I can see the shadows jutting off the
centerline from his abs. He wasn't very muscularly built, but toned and
thin, with great muscle definition. Years of working graveyard shift had
given him a sallow, pale tone to his skin, almost as pearlescent as
mine. Hard to believe he was 13 years older than me. "You don't want to
stay the night?" I pout, giving him my cutest puppy-dog eyes.  He leans
down and kisses me softly on the lips, his tongue gently probing my
mouth. Drawing back, he smiles and says, "Maybe some other time. It's
getting late for you, and I don't want to freak your roommates out like
last time."  I sigh and reluctantly agree, getting up and grabbing a tissue
to wipe the cum off my chest. He proceeds to put on his pants, black,
form-fitting jeans with a studded leather belt and wallet chain. Pretty
sure he has a butterfly knife in his pockets too, but I decide not to
ask. Pulling his hair into a ponytail and adjusting his necklace, he throws
his shirt on. I smile at him. So sexy, and mine.

After I clean myself up, I put on a nightie and my panties. Reaching up to
him, I kiss his neck, nibbling gently. "Drive carefully," I whisper. He
wraps his arms around me and I inhale his scent. Kissing me on the lips, he
grabs his jacket and heads toward the door. I decide to follow him and see
him off.

* * *

The bath water was steaming. After cleaning myself out from our play
session, I pop a Premarin and swallow. Rummaging through my medicine
cabinet, I find the anti-androgen bottle and take 2. Sighing in relief, I
close the door and look at myself in the full-body mirror attached to the
inside of the door. Staring back at me is a relatively attractive, slender
young girl. At least from my perspective, anyway. Breasts only an A-cup at
most, my hips not fully flared yet, I still had a long ways to go. However,
I didn't grow any facial hair anymore, and my face was becoming feminine
and rounded. And my hair, my god, it was luxurious and full, shimmering
golden in the right light.

I looked down at the elongated scar stretching from just above the palm of
my hand halfway up the inside of my left arm. How I'd managed to survive
that gash was still a mystery to me. Perhaps it was fate? And I looked at
my bubble butt and waist, thinking I needed to double down on my workout
regimen. Still though, since I started transitioning from boy to girl, I'd
definitely made some progress. I'd fuck me. Hard.

My eyes are probably my prettiest feature, though. Catlike with long,
elegant eyelashes, the irises a stunning shade of light blue. My lips are
pouty and full, mostly thanks to the estrogen pills. Turning around and
posing sluttily in the mirror, I inspect my well-fucked asshole. Bright
red, tingling to the touch. Mmm, I'll have to get Aren to use lube next
time. Still worth it though.

The high of the Premarin comes on slowly as I relax in the tub. Baths are
the best part of a day, really. Listening to Boards of Canada on my phone,
I close my eyes and let my mind drift. I start dreaming of Aren and I, and
where our future lands. Hopefully a nice, small town situated in the Alps,
or perhaps the Black Forest. We've both always had a thing for nature,
going on hikes whenever we get the urge to escape the rat race for a while.

As I sink deeper into the simmering bathwater, I hear a knock at my
door. Maybe it's Aren?

Getting out of the tub, I grab the red terrycloth bath sheet and wrap it
around me and a smaller towel to wrap around my hair. Checking my face, I
make sure I'm presentable.  I walk to the door and look through the
peephole. Instead of Aren, a police officer is standing out front, badge
glinting dimly in the streetlight and partially obscured from the snowfall
that'd picked up.

Opening the door a crack, I peep my head out. "Something I can do for you,
officer?"

He's an older man, probably mid-fifties, with a bushy salt-n-pepper
mustache and thick glasses. "Excuse me, are you Keira Heisler?" he asks.

"Yessir."

The look in his eyes is grim. Reaching inside his coat pocket, he
sighs. "Sorry about this." Without warning, he zaps me with a taser, and
before I even know what's going on, I collapse onto my front step. He
continues to hold the trigger down, electrocuting me til everything goes
black. Mercifully, I pass out. But before I do, I wonder if I'm going to
die.

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End of Chapter 1. More to cum soon! And as always, I appreciate the
feedback and thanks for reading!- K H