the clitoris and the entrance to the pussy, a little going inside. Sasha immediately “started singing”, closing her eyes with bliss and shame, and I continued to drill her, saying: “Here, my darling, my precious little hare, we already have sex — see? I go in you, I go inside - this is already real sex ... and then I’ll just be all Glu-Ub, Glu-U-U-ub go into my zayu (I continuously entered Sasha, breaking every millimeter of her cunt). .. look how deep I am already! and the animal does not hurt, the animal is very nice (Sasha bent, purred and began to sit on me). - Yeah! My bunny has felt, curly has felt ... hare is a little embarrassing, but this will pass, soon will pass ... ah how good is the bunny!

At that moment I felt that something firm was pressed into my stomach. Looking down, I saw that Sasha's penis was again swollen and demanded love. I carefully took it - and Sasha, ecstatic, squealed. She began to sit down on me frankly, pushing me with a pelvis, and my "cautious policy" ended: two or three movements - and I drilled Sasha through, to the end, falling into a soft jelly in the depths of her pussy. Did she hurt - I do not know; at that time I jerked off her dick, crushed my eggs - and Sasha howled, turning into a crimson bundle of pleasure. Soon she finished - finished as a woman, excitedly, with a sweet squeal ... I continued to jerk her cock, but she said “don't, he already has it all ...” She sighed deeply, looked at me with all eyes - and suddenly laughed: “What, really? This is all true? I am a woman? I can not believe ... "She was full of sex, like a honeycomb - honey, and she was not at all ashamed ...

***

- Before the first class I was Alexander Kudryavtsev. I still used to call myself “he”, think of myself as a boy ... although I always felt that I was a girl. This is an inexpressible feeling, it cannot be described. By the age of seven it became clear that I obviously looked more like a girl than a boy, and the doctor said that I have more of the female hormone. So I became a girl Sasha, and I went to the first class ... My parents were afraid that I would have a mental trauma - but I was just very pleased that I now wear dresses, jewelry, bows, I grow hair ... became herself.

- I can have children, you do not think! I am a real woman! - passionately urged me Sasha. - All the doctors tell me that I have a female one ... Here is a male one ... well, as a man, I cannot have children: there are too few spermatozoa, and they are frail, sluggish ... But I can also have an orgasm and masculine.

- It is very difficult to describe. I am always excited at the same time - and there, and here. But these are different sensations: there, in a woman's place, you want a solid, but to him, Sasha showed a penis, on the contrary, a soft one. And they start at the same time: if one, then surely the other. But I can only experience a male orgasm once a day, even though later he gets up ... And a woman’s - as many as you want, I'm still a woman ... But, really, am I a woman? I have a terrible complex that I am “not a little mouse, not a frog” ... You know, I didn’t tell you everything ... The worst thing is that I ... no, I can't ...

- Do you attract women?

“Yes,” Sasha quietly admitted. - But men are more.

- How does it happen? Describe ...

- Describe? ... Well ... yes it is very simple: to a beautiful girl I sometimes have ... rises!

- And the guys?

- On the guys ... first it gets wet and tickles TAM ... and then he gets up too! - Sasha laughed.

- So what are we going to do? Do you need both men and women?

“And you ... can you be a woman for me sometimes?” I read that this is possible ... Then I will not want girls.

- You want ... Do you want me to give you in the ass? - I even started at the thought. That was my secret dream ...

***

Very soon we were engaged and then married.My Sasha was amazing: a slender figure with a gentle tight chest, sloping hips, plastic hangers, slender legs; a very thin, slightly anxious face, resembling a sweet, tender little animal — a bunny or a squirrel — extraordinary beautiful eyes, deep, sensual; a smooth mouth - and a shock of brown curls, thick, long - below the shoulders, - sparkling, fluffy ...

From our experiments, my head was spinning. I was simply obsessed with finding new, new ways of enjoying, with new sensations for Sasha and for myself. I immediately bought us an artificial vagina and a dildo with vibration. Gradually, I ransacked Sasha's ass, and she went crazy, impaled immediately on three centers of pleasure: on my dick in the ass, on the vibrator, which I moved in her pussy - and on the rubber vagina enveloping her member (Sasha herself moved her). The cry of her triple orgasm is still in my ears: Sasha was wheezing in the agony of pleasure, like a dying beast ...

After such a shock therapy, Sasha began an arrhythmia, and I was frightened: it seems that the dose of pleasure was excessive ... But then we got used to such sex.

I fucked her ass and pussy and mouth, she gave her a blowjob, kuni, combining regular and oral sex with our toys in different combinations, and Sasha expired in countless orgasms. She changed: her cheeks turned pink, a languid smile never left her face, her eyes always glittered ... She became so pretty and sensual that I had to protect her from all the familiar and unfamiliar guys.

We often changed roles: I became a girl Ksenia, and she became a boy, Sasha. I substituted my ass, and she fucked me with his dick, turning into a real wild male.

It was scary and forbidden, but the roof was torn down so that it was impossible to describe ... It ruffled me for a long time, as I did, and in the end our butts became so wide and elastic that we could fuck each other without preparation.

The homosexual vein was completely absent in me - I was indifferent to the guys - but anal fucking was so fabulously pleasant ... At first she caressed my buttocks, making her way to the anus, tickling the sensitive skin around him, relaxing me ... Then, when I was flooded a special feeling of blissful weakness and readiness to give up her ass to her power, incomparable with anything — her ass seemed to turn into a soft piece of butter, waiting for her invasion — she inserted between my buttocks and began to push me, caressing my fingers and back and hips.

Gradually, she entered deeper and deeper, and I was breathing from an eerie, luscious feeling of fullness ... With every push I felt myself turning into a helpless, loose piece of flesh, itchy from pleasure; I became a victim, prey, which was tormented by a predator ...

Sasha was (or was?) Sometimes very cruel: in this sex her male component found a way out, deeply deeply hidden in her, and she turned into a real devil. Fragile, feminine Sasha furiously fucked me, loudly spanked over loosened flesh, wheezed - “there you are ... here you are! ... I am your master! ... let's move! ...” - and I played along with her, knowing that this is a game, and Sasha’s man’s lust burns in her.

A special thrill was suddenly changed places: Sasha suddenly jumped out of me (it seemed to me that I was blown away like a ball) and said:

- And now you me! ..

And - we fucked each other in all holes, becoming alternately a man and a woman ... This sexual madness dissolved us in ourselves, and we no longer understood who we were ... There was something very forbidden in him, before the shudder, to tickling in the heart - but we knew that we did not harm anyone, and our conscience was clear.

Gradually, I got used to the fact that I, too - a little girl; Sasha, despite women's tastes, liked it when I dressed and behaved femininely, gently, and coquettishly; Our favorite game was “a little girl and a sexy nanny”. We sometimes even changed clothes “on the contrary”: I am a girl, Sasha is a boy; I put on a long wig, Sasha did me a make-up (this procedure gave us both a lot of shameful pleasure) - and we went for a walk. We even dreamed of going to a gay club - as two guys - but we did not dare ...

...And then Sasha gave birth to me two completely healthy children - a boy and a girl - and finally ceased complexes about her dual nature. We don’t really know ourselves which of us is a man and who is a woman ... That is, we know, of course, but, when necessary, we forget.

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