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From: Ricky <rhunt29@mail.idt.com>
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Subject: TG: Moving On
Date: Sun, 20 Oct 1996 22:01:32 -0700
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You know the drill, if you are under 18 you need to ask your mother if you can read this because it has sex and other adult stuff in it.  

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Moving On by Ricky

When Jack and I were married we moved into a new house after a
wonderful honeymoon in the tropics.  The only thing that marred our
trip was losing half of our luggage on the trip home.  As we arrived
after midnight and had no choice to head for our new apartment and go
to sleep among the boxes I had moved in before we left.  When we awoke
we rummaged through the suitcases and discovered Jack had no clothes
at all except the well used ones he wore on the flight back, and all
his things were still in transit with the moving company.  I didn't
see much wrong with spending the next week before we returned to work
with a naked man but he didn't think it was so funny.  So we ate
breakfast in the buff and took advantage of our unclothed state for a
quick fuck.

A call to the airport confirmed we were still without luggage so we
started unpacking.  It soon became obvious that work like that is not
easily done with your balls flapping in the breeze, and with a rather
malicious grin I offered Jack some of my stretch pants and a blouse
for protection.  He's taller than I am, but almost the same size, so
he reluctantly put on my clothes and we continued on.  As we opened
and sorted things I kept looking at my new husband and got a real kick
out of seeing him in my clothes.  I couldn't help teasing him by
occasionally holding a dress before him and speculating how it would
look on him or asking him if he thought his cock could fit inside a
pair of lacy panties.  We started to get really silly as he admired my
wardrobe, and we decided I had enough clothes for the two of us even
if we never found his luggage.  When we found one of my favorite bras,
a lacy underwire number in red and black, I offered it to him to try
on.  To my surprise he simply removed my blouse and held out his arms.
Caught up in the absurdity of the moment I fastened the bra around his
body and stuffed it with loose underwear.  It wasn't until he put the
blouse back on and struck a pose for me that I realized just how good
he looked.  With his light beard and long hair there was a definite
feminine appearance, and to my surprise it rather turned me on.

The rest of the day became a fashion show, with Jack trying on my
things and me admiring him.  My older clothes, from before I lost some
weight, fit him very well, but my shoes were hopelessly small.  When
we took time out for lunch the conversation turned serious.
Hesitantly he told me he had always liked the feel of women's
clothing.  As a teenager he had tried on his mother's things, but had
gotten caught and hadn't had the nerve to try again.  This morning's
fun was a dream come true.  I was astounded by this confession, but
not really upset.  About all I could do was to hug him and tell him I
loved him no matter what he was wearing.  The hug soon turned
passionate, his tongue diving deep into my mouth and his caress
tightening around me.  I ran my fingers over his back, encountering
the unaccustomed lines of a brassiere, and began to tease at the panty
line under his dress.  In no time at all I could feel his prick
pressing into my crotch.  I sank to my knees and pulled up the hem of
his skirt and saw all 10 inches of my husband's rigid rod straining
against the silky fabric of my panties, which answered the question as
to weather they could contain his manhood.  I quickly freed his member
and let the skirt fall over my head as I began to gently tease the tip
of his cock.  His masculine scent was strong in the confines of the
skirt, and there was an eerie half light that made the experience very
surreal.  I began to caress his balls through the lace of the panties,
my finger sliding easily over the fabric, and his pecker instantly
rose farther than I had ever seen it.  I engulfed him and began to
suck deeply, sliding my lips over his pole, feeling his manhood fill
my mouth and throat.  I ran my lips down his pole and I could feel the
skirt sliding over my head and the hem tickle my back.  As I took him
into me I could hear him begin to moan, pressing his cock ever deeper
into my hungry lips, driving passionately into me.  I squeezed his
swollen balls, hanging in the silky panties, and felt him convulse as
he filled my mouth with his steaming cum.  With his hands clutching my
head for support I continued sucking, drawing all of his spunk that I
could until I felt his magnificent member begin to deflate.  Damn, if
wearing my clothes got him this hot then I hoped he would never take
them off.

I felt his skirt being lifted and soon his hands were toying with my
tits, his fingers tracing tingling circles around my nipples.  Taking
my hands he led me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed and pulled
down my pants, but left my undies on.  I was surprised, but ready to
see what he had in mind.  I lay back with my knees over the side of
the bed and he soon spread my legs and began to play with my crotch.
I closed my eyes and relayed, then tensed as I felt his tongue begin
to outline my panties.  He began to nibble on my thighs, blowing his
warm breath over the skin he had just licked, causing shivers of hot
and cold to pass through my body.  I could feel my crotch getting
wetter, and he soon began to suck at my cunt lips through my panties.
Opening his mouth he blew long, hot streams of air into my cunt, and I
could feel my entire crotch heat up with the trapped heat.  I couldn't
stop myself, I began to wriggle under his ministrations, trying to
slide my clit under his mouth to speed things up, but Jack was in no
hurry.  His fingers began to burrow the elastic of my panties, tracing
the outline of my cunt lips.  I could feel him carefully working
through my sopping pubic hair to reach the naked flesh of my vagina,
and soon his finger was plunging into my cunt.  God, this was good!  I
opened my eyes and saw my husband, still wearing my dress, grinning
like a madman as he finger fucked my.
 I soon felt his other hand begin to caress my clitoris, and waves of
pleasure began to radiate as he rubbed my clit and kept driving his
finger up my twat.  In no time at all I came, doing my best to
levitate from the bed as he continued to rub my bucking clit.  With
exquisite timing the phone rang as I was beginning to relax.

It was the airline, they had finally located Jack's suitcases and we
could pick them up any time.  In the afterglow of some of the best sex
we had had together I decided not to tell him, and to keep him in my
clothes for the next week.  If he had always wanted to try on women's
clothes there was no better time to let him try his fantasy than now.
With a wicked grin I told him it was a wrong number and got up from
the bed.  I got dressed and left to do some shopping while he cleaned
up the house.  I did the rounds of the grocery, shoe store and the
several departments of the local discount store.  Arriving home I
decided to play the mysterious female, and began to unbutton Jack's
blouse as soon as I was through the door, soon stripping him naked in
the hallway.  Leading him to the bathroom I ran the water for a bubble
bath and placed him in it.  If we were going to do this we were going
to do this all the way, so I lathered his legs and began to shave
them.  I'll never forget the look on his face as I began to lather him
up, he was like a robot compliantly moving his legs into position for
me, not really believing this was happening.  I'm afraid I got carried
away with the razor, and began to remove all his pubic hair.  With
each stroke of the razor his prick began to rise out of the shaving
cream, and soon it stood tall and proud from his bare crotch.  I took
the can and decorated his flagpole with lather and began to stroke it.
Without hair he was so smooth, so slippery.  Caressing his balls I ran
my hands up and down his rod, squeezing and slipping in the soap,
sliding over his balls and then back up again to the tip.  I felt him
pulsing in my hands, felt his body rise with each upward stroke.  I
took it slowly, teasingly running my thumb and forefinger up his cock
as slowly as I could, then bringing them back down.  I would stop for
a while at his glans. just rhythmically squeezing without moving at
all.  It got a bit messy as he began to move and sloshed the water
about the tub, but in only a few minutes I got to watch the cream
explode from his soapy dick the fly high into the air.

I rinsed him off and dried him in a big, fluffy towel, then opened my
bags to show him my purchases.  First some tall pantyhose to fit his
newly shaved legs properly, then a pair of high heels that fit him
properly.  I once again helped him into my bra and panties, then
filled two oversize balloons from the toy department to fill his bra.
As I take a 38D it took more than your normal balloon to fill them.  I
led him to the bedroom and let him choose a slip and dress and soon my
astonished husband was ready to live his fantasy.  He was overwhelmed,
and I told him I would like to have him enjoy the next week wearing my
clothes.  Right then and there he dropped his masculine facade and
began to sniffle, almost unable to believe I loved him enough to let
him do this.  If I had any second thoughts I lost them right there, I
knew this would work out.

That evening we went to bed in nightgowns, and as I lay there I felt
his hand start to caress my breasts.  I was feeling nicely dreamy,
glowing with the thought I could help Jack to live his fantasy.  His
warm hands began to trace slow, sensuous circles around my nipples,
and as they began to rise he leaned over and unbuttoned the top of my
nightgown, exposing to his waiting mouth.  I reveled in the warmth of
his lips and tongue as they descended on my sensitive tits, feeling
his wonderful tongue begin to flick over my nipples.  He began to suck
gently, rolling his tongue around my breasts, washing me with waves of
pleasure.  I soon felt his hand slide the hem of my nightgown upward
and soon felt his fingers play with my hairy cunt.  As he gently
brushed my hair back I spread my legs apart so he could continue
unimpeded.  I felt his finger as it traced my cunt lips, he gently
pinched them together, then slid into the crack of my vagina.  As my
flowing juices coated his fingers he began to make little excursions
upward, causing me to start to whimper as his digit quickly crossed my
sensitive clit.  Soon his fingers were buried deeply in my steaming
hole, and in no time he found my G-spot.  He continued to suck my
nipples in time to his probing finger, and my excitement built like
resonating waves with each motion of his hands and mouth.  As I felt
my release coming and he pulled his hand out of my twat and began to
rub my clit furiously.  I could feel his hand slipping over my soaked
pubic hair. pressing firmly on my clitoris just the way I like it.
The waves built and built until I came like the entire ocean was
washing over me.  Before I could come down he was on top of me and
plunging his fully erect rod deep into my.  I could feel his crotch
slamming into mine with each deep, magnificent thrust, feel his rod
splitting my sex wide open to snap shut as he withdrew and then
plunged into me again with the next stroke.  I opened my eyes to see
the frilly nightgown that adorned my husband's body as he fucked me
silly, and was struck by the contrasts.  I didn't think about it long,
however, as the furious pounding was again making me edge toward
orgasm.  I lifted my ass a bit and Jack continued to bore down my slit
with his marvelous member.  I could feel my copious juices dripping
from my slit onto the bed, and with a few more masterful strokes I
came again, feeling the warmth of his cock filling me as I came.  Even
on our official honeymoon we hadn't achieved such satisfaction.  As
things started to become clear again I heard him grunt and he filled
me with his cream, pumping load after load deep into my body.

Looking back I am amazed how easily I accepted this unusual aspect of
my husband, and how much it fascinated me to help him learn to adopt a
woman's demeanor.  I was attracted to him because of his quiet,
sensitive nature, and could see how all this tied together.  By the
end of the week seeing him in my clothes was normal as we, and he was
getting the hang of makeup and such so the illusion of femininity was
getting better each day.  Our solitude came to an abrupt end Friday
morning when the movers called to say they would deliver his things
that afternoon.  Somehow in our idyllic isolation we had forgotten
about this, so had no choice but to see how convincing Jack could be
as Jackie, just as long as she didn't open her mouth .  Besides, we
would never see these people again anyway if anything happened.

We were surprised to find the movers were a couple in their late 30s,
driving and working together.  As they paraded in with furniture and
boxes they would occasionally glance at Jackie with what seemed to be
curiosity, but were too polite to say anything.  The anonymous movers
soon became Phil and Georgia, and we spent almost as much time talking
as moving things.  I couldn't help but admire Phil's gorgeous body,
rippling with muscles from his strenuous trade.  His skin shone with
sweat from exertion, and his T-shirt was soon soaked.  I could see
Jackie was trying mightily to keep in character and not drool over
Georgia, who was just as fit and whose enormous tits bounced robustly
under her rough work clothes.  When the job was done I invited them to
sit down on the newly installed couch for a few minutes and have a
drink, an offer that was readily accepted.  We were very relaxed and
Georgia commented that Jackie didn't seem to talk much.  To my
surprise he answered, saying his voice didn't really match his present
appearance.  The both of them grinned and slapped hands, Phil saying
"I told you she was a crossdresser, didn't I Georgia?"  He turned to
us and told us not to worry, Jackie wasn't the first and surely
wouldn't be the last.  "You meet all kinds of people in the moving
business, and see some pretty private things, too!"

They proceeded to regale us with stories of the unusual things they
had moved, and the talk turned increasing toward sex, and kinky sex at
that.  Perhaps it was because I was high on the great sex we had had
that week, perhaps it was because I have always been a horny bitch,
but the next time I delivered a beer to Phil I leaned over and began
to nibble on his ear.  Without hesitation he reach out to stroke my
tits.  Georgia happily nibbled his other ear and said" He's all yours
for the night, honey.  I've always wanted to find out what it was like
to screw another woman, but I like men too much.  This seems to be a
great combination ."  With that she went over and sat on Jackie's lap
and began to kiss her passionately.

I was in a dilemma.  By this time Phil was running his fingers over my
nipples and raising my blouse to get a better view of my endowments.
I loved every minute of it, but was distracted watching my husband get
it on with Georgia, and I kept wondering how she would cope with his
pantyhose.  I guess Phil noticed my distraction because he firmly
placed me on the couch and knelt before me, then placed his lips to
mine and blocked the view.  His tongue explored my mouth and his hands
began to roam, sending chills through me.  With practiced motions he
undid my bra clasp, leaving it hanging over my tits.  One button at a
time he opened my blouse, stopping to explore what skin it exposed.
His hands were warm and welcome, and I soon lay back and closed my
eyes, following Jackie's adventures with my ears.  So far that
consisted of low "umms" and "ahhs" punctuated by an occasional sharp
"Oh!"  I was soon making such sounds myself as Phil's fingers burrowed
under my loosened brassiere and found my nipples.  He started rolling
my swollen nipple in his finger, and soon both my tits were being
stimulated, his warm palms cupping my breasts while he gently massaged
my throbbing nipples.  There was a quick rush of cold air as he raised
my blouse and my left breast was blissfully covered by his warm lips.
Opening my eyes I saw Georgia had raised Jackie's skirt and was
removing my husband's pantyhose and panties.  Desire flared through my
body and I clutched Phil closer, grinding my tit into his gaping mouth
and moaning. Again the flash of cold and he switched sides, playing
with my wet nipple as he sucked on his new toy.  I began to wish I was
wearing a skirt like Jackie so he could get to my cunt easily, but he
seemed content to suck my breasts and play with my body, and I wasn't
foolish enough to stop him.

I saw that Georgia had removed her bra and shirt As well as Jackie's
skirt and was happily stroking her tits over Jackie's cock, which
looked very odd standing tall and proud beneath his/her padded
breasts.  I had no time to look further because I could feel Phil
unbuttoning my jeans and trying to pull them off.  I lifted my ass off
the couch and he pulled them off, but as I settled down his strong
hands cupped my ass cheeks and began to squeeze.  He pulled me
foreword on the couch, spreading my legs and exposing my aching slit.
His fingers played with my cunt hair, combing it to the sides to
reveal my swollen twat.  With one hand he held back my hair as this
other gently traced my slash, pinching a bit here and there, sending
great rolling waves of pleasure through me.  Gradually his finger
descended into the wet well between my legs.  probing deeper and
deeper inside my body.  Soon a second finger was inserted and he began
finger fucking my sopping slit, driving me wild with excitement.  With
each plunge I arched my back and drove my crotch into his hand, trying
to drive his finger deeper into my aching vagina.  I could hear my
gasping breaths with each thrust as if they belonged to someone else,
I was floating above it all.  To my complete surprise I came with
nothing more than his fingers in my cunt, something that has never
happened before.  I lost all control, screaming with the swelling of
orgasm, twisting my body about his fingers.  I lay still as the
feelings passed and opened my eyes to see Phil removing his work
clothes to reveal a surprisingly small cock for such a large body.

OK, I admit I was disappointed, but it didn't last long.  Phil had
barely removed his pants before he drove his dick into my well
lubricated cunt.  Somehow what seemed so small before my eyes was
comfortably large inside me, or should I say pumping in and out of me.
I was still high from my orgasm, and the delicious feeling of being
thoroughly fucked started me up toward the top again.  I watched
Phil's hairy chest as it rose and fell with his exertions, and
marveled at the bulging arm muscles as he performed his sexual sit-ups
on top of me.  His careful strokes just opened my hungry slit to his
cock, he played with my cunt lips, holding back after a few strokes to
make me bag for more and then plunged back in.  Once again I began to
feel the advancing tide of orgasm building and I once again felt the
unbelievable feelings wash over my body as Phil continued to pump
happily away.

As soon as I could concentrate he pulled me from the couch and placed
me on hands and knees.  I was distracted by the sight of my husband
burying his cock in Georgia.  She had removed her clothes, but had
made Jackie keep her blouse and bra on.  I was fascinated to watch my
husband's 10 inches of upright cock sink into Georgia's welcoming
tunnel, and watching his boobs bounce while he fucked her was a real
turn on.
 Georgia's tits were swinging in great arcs under her as my husband
drove his meat into her, slamming her body foreword with each thrust.
she was calling encouragement to him, urging him to fuck her harder
and deeper.  I was just getting interested when I felt Phil rub his
finger in my cunt and get his finger wet and slippery.  He began to
probe my asshole as it stuck up in the air.  In no time at all his
finger was sliding in out of my back door with ease.  He pulled his
finger out and inserted his prick, burying his organ in my ass.  He
paused for a minute and we both watched the show as Georgia began to
shake, coming as my husband continued to drive his rod into her.  As
her cries quieted Phil began to move his cock in my ass and was soon
moving like a pile driver.

 Jackie looked over and saw our action and decided it was a good idea.
We had not tried anal games yet, as we were still discovering all the
other joys of married life.  I was suddenly glad I had broken my
virginity with Phil's modest organ as I watched Jack/Jackie carefully
work his much larger tool into Georgia's waiting ass.  She was very
ready for it, once again calling encouragement to him.  We watched in
fascination as Jack carefully inched his tool in until it was
completely buried, then slowly brought it out again.  We were so
caught up in this show we barely realized that Phil had stopped
reaming my own ass.  With a shake Phil added his encouragement to his
wife's and resumed his interrupted pumping.  Once again the sweet
warmth of his cock penetrated my shivering asshole and I abandoned
myself to his masterful fucking.  In all too short a time Phil grunted
and filled my bottom with gobs of cream, slamming his crotch into my
ass cheeks with fervor.  As I felt myself being filled I saw it was
Jack's time as well and watched him come with his cock deep in this
stranger's ass.

What a housewarming!.  Sadly our newfound friends could not stay, they
had a load of furniture to deliver the next day on the other side of
the state.  When they left we were consoled by the weekend still ahead
to explore just how much fun crossdressing could be.