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Met 2 sisters with a secretSynopsis: First of all, I want to apologize. I konw it’s been a really long time since I posted anything. I just haven’t had much time to write. However, I think you’ll find this story worth the wait.This story is about a young man who heads off to college in New Zealand and meets two beautiful sisters. Before long, a relationship develops between our hero and one of the sisters. Of course, if you’ve read any of my stories, you know there’s more to this girl than meets the eye . . .* * *I want to get one thing out of the way before I start my story: I’m not gay. It’s not a denial thing, though. I mean, if I were gay, I wouldn’t try to lie to myself and pretend to be something different. It’s simply the truth of who I am. I love women, romantically and sexually. I’ve never felt any kind of love for another man except for the kind of love that a person feels towards his friends or family.Still, I’ve always loved cocks. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated by them. Let’s be honest – I think they’re beautiful. Whenever I’m watching a porno movie or looking at some porn on the internet, my eyes are always drawn to the man’s dick and his balls almost as much as to the woman. Have I ever thought about how it would feel to touch another man’s cock? Or even suck it? Yes, to be perfectly open. I have thought about it on many occasions. But I never acted on it for the plain reason that I couldn’t reconcile my desire for the male sex organs with my lack of desire for the rest of the male form.That is, of course, until I met Shanthi and Asha. Now I’ll get on with the story.My name is Devon Lockett. I came to live in Auckland, New Zealand, during my final semester of college as part of a study abroad program. Like so many others, I had wanted to visit New Zealand ever since I saw “The Lord of the Rings”. When the opportunity presented itself to spend a semester studying at the University of Auckland, I jumped on it.Once I arrived in the city, I knew I needed to find some place to live. I could have taken university housing but I’d shared a dorm long enough. I wanted some place to myself. Through hard work and a little luck, I found a one-bedroom apartment for an exceptionally low cost right near the university, within walking distance.I hadn’t brought much to the country with me, just two suitcases and a backpack, so moving in was a relatively simple process of taking the elevator up to the fourth floor and lugging my bags to the door. Once I reached my new place, I set down my bags and reached into my pocket for my keys.At just that moment, the door next to mine opened, and two young women stepped out into the hallway. I was immediately stunned by how strikingly beautiful they both were. The girl on the right was about 5’9″ with long, black hair and skin the color of coffee ice cream. Her eyes were a deep, mysterious brown. Her body was lean and lithe, her breasts small, her entire frame tight and well-conditioned like a gymnast. The second girl, clearly the sister of the first girl, was a bit shorter, around 5″5′. Her skin was a shade lighter, but still reminded me of something sweet and delicious. Her eyes were the color of rich, dark honey. Unlike her sister, she was chubby, but not in a bad way. Her face, breasts, belly, and thighs were pleasantly rounded in a way that made her just as beautiful as her sister.”Oh, hi,” I said, forcing myself to say something so that I’d stopped staring.”Hey,” said the taller sister in an adorable Kiwi (translation: New Zealand) accent.”Hey,” repeated the shorter one in an identical accent.”My name is Devon,” I told them. “I live in this apartment here. I’m just moving in.””I’m Shanthi,” said the taller sister. “This is my sister, Asha.””Hey,” Asha said again with a smile.”Those are interesting names,” I remarked. “Where are you from?””We’re from New Zealand,” Shanthi told me, “but our father is from Sri Lanka.””Our mother is a Kiwi,” added Anush, meaning that their mother was a “paiheke” – a person descended from European colonizers. “Are you American?” she asked.”Yep,” I admitted. (Side note: So far, everyone I’d talked to since coming to this country assumed I was Canadian. At least, they always asked me if I was Canadian. I think that, for whatever reasons, those people were afraid I might be offended if they asked if I was American.)”I’m here going to college . . . er, University,” I said, correcting myself since “college” meant “high school” down here. “University of Auckland. I’m doing a Study Abroad kind of thing.””Cool,” said Shanthi. “Well, it was nice to meet you. We were just about to go to the gym. See you around?””Definitely,” I said. “Actually, I’m thinking about ordering a pizza tonight from some place called Hell. Would you two like to come over later for dinner? I mean, even if it does kind of defeat the purpose of going to the gym.”They both laughed at that. They had beautiful, musical laughs. But they didn’t laugh too hard. It wasn’t that funny.”Sure, why not?” said Shanthi.”Awesome,” I replied. “I’ll be here. Just come over whenever.””We will,” Shanthi assured me.”See ya,” said Asha.”See ya,” repeated Shanthi.The two girls turned away from me and walked in the opposite direction down the hall, towards the elevator. Both wore tight, spandex shorts, presumably for working out at the gym. My eyes fixed first on Shanthi’s taut, firm ass and then on Asha’s full, gorgeously-rounded ass. At that moment, Asha glanced at me over her shoulder and smiled.I smiled back and lifted a hand in a small wave. The girls stepped into the elevator a moment later and were gone. I entered my apartment and began to unpack my clothes. I had been in my new place for less than ten minutes and was already going to have dinner with two sexy sisters. Everything was coming up Devon. I could barely stand the excitement as I waited for the girls to arrive.* * *About ninety minutes later, I heard a gentle tapping on the door. I rushed to the peephole and peered through it. Shanthi and Asha were both out in the hallway, now dressed in regular street clothes, waiting for me to let them in. Without a second’s hesitation, I opened the door and welcomed them to my home.The place was pretty bare and lacking in personality since I hadn’t had much time or opportunity to add any personal touches. Still, it had a dining table and some nice chairs that we could all eat at together. I asked the girls what kind of pizza they wanted and, when they gave me strange answers like “Brimstone” and “Purgatory”, I decided to actually look at the Hell menu. After a few minutes of searching, I decided on a “Mayhem” and called up the restaurant.Soon, there were three individual size pizzas on the table in front of us. As we ate, the three of us talked at length about all kinds of various subjects, the girls getting to know me and I, by turn, getting to know them.For example, I learned that Shanthi was 20 years old, 2 years younger than me, and that she was studying Political Science at the University. “She’s going to be Prime Minister someday,” Asha had remarked to her sister’s slight embarrassment. Asha, on the other hand, was 18 years old and doing her first year at the University. She was studying biology and was assisting a professor doing breakthrough work in the field of medical surgery. The sisters also told me that they had both moved out of their parents’ house before the start of the school year so that they could share an apartment together closer to campus.”So how about you, Devon?” Asha asked. “What brings you all the way to New Zealand?””Well,” I said, “I’ve always wanted to try living abroad. I’ve lived in the same town my entire life and I’ve never traveled as much as I’d like to. I saw this as an opportunity for an adventure, so I took it.””Good on you,” said Shanthi.”How are you finding New Zealand?” Asha asked me.”It’s great. It’s a lot different but not bad different. The people are much friendlier. I mean, if I’d asked two girls I’d never met to come over to my apartment for dinner back home, they probably would have thought I was a lunatic.””Oh, we don’t think that, do we Shali?” Asha asked her sister.”No way,” Shanthi replied with a little laugh.”Thanks, I appreciate it,” I told them.We talked until midnight. I was constantly amazed by how sweet, how sincere, and how open both of the sisters were. Although I had known them for only a few hours, I knew instinctually that we would remain close friends for the duration of my stay in New Zealand. The girls both seemed to genuinely like me and enjoy my company, which was encouraging.Finally, the night began to wind down. I was still feeling the effects of jetlag and the girls seemed to be yawning more frequently. It was time for bed. I offered to walk them home.”But we only live next door,” Shanthi remarked.”But as a gentleman, I’m required to escort you young ladies home safely.””American boys,” said Asha in a wistful tone. “They’re so gallant. Not like Kiwi boys at all, ay?”As promised, I walked both of the girls the whole three meters (I was trying to think in metric now) to their door. We said goodnight and they walked into their apartment. It was Asha who closed the door and she gave me the same secretive smile she had given me when she’d caught me checking out her butt earlier. I walked back to my place.In the month that followed, I saw Shanthi and Asha often. Two days after our first meeting, they offered to cook me dinner – genuine Sri Lankan fare. We stayed up even later that night talking, our tongues a bit loosened by a nice bottle of wine from a vineyard on Waiheke Island. I felt very comfortable and very content in their company, as I hoped they felt in mine.Several times a week, the three of us would get together and have fun. They showed me around the city and we did all the touristy things that I had read about and that they, having lived in the country all their lives, had never done. Some nights, we went to clubs. Other nights, we would see movies. One day, we took a ferry to the Bay of Islands and saw real, live dolphins swimming alongside the boat. Everything I did with Shanthi and Asha was a wonderful time.Gradually, I began to realize I had a serious problem, however. I was falling in love, but I couldn’t decide which of the girls I had fallen in love with. I was constantly thinking about one or the other, but I could never decide which one I liked best. Shanthi was closer to me in age and, with a gun to my head, I would have said she was the more attractive sister, but she was also aloof at times. I felt I had a bit more chemistry with Asha than with Shanthi, but I didn’t know if she felt the same way about me. I was too concerned with losing their friendship to admit my feelings.Still, I knew that the love I felt was too strong to be concealed indefinitely. I think I was waiting on a sign from above to indicate what my next move should be. One Friday night, a month to the day after I met the sisters, I received that sign, loud and clear.* * *I had spent that night with Shanthi and Asha. I had class during the day and met up with them afterwards for a late lunch. We spent the next few hours running some errands together which I always preferred to do with the girls because they had a car and I didn’t. For dinner, in honor of our one month anniversary, we had pizza from Hell again.When the night was over, the girls left me on my own and went home. I was not the bursa escort least bit sleepy, however. That day, I was more torn between my love for both girls than I had ever been in the last thirty days. I stood out on my small balcony, looking down at the city, contemplating the situation. Sooner or later, I would have to come clean or I would go insane.I was considering that when I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it to find Asha, dressed in burgundy silk pajamas that clung to her body in a most pleasing way. She looked apprehensive, as if she were doing something she shouldn’t.”Hey,” I said. “What’s up? Is everything all right?””Yeah,” she replied. “I couldn’t sleep.””Me neither. Come on in. Do you want some tea?”I made a pot of tea and set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch along with two tea cups. I sat down beside Asha and poured the tea into her cup, then mine. We each took a small sip and then set them back down on the table. Asha still had that anxious expression and she was being unusually quiet. I moved a little closer to her.”Are you sure everything is OK?” I asked.”Yes,” she replied, then, “No, not really.””What’s wrong?””Have you ever had to keep a secret because you were afraid of hurting someone you love even if it felt like that secret was killing you?””I think I can understand.””What would you do?””I think that, if you really love that someone, you have to be honest with them, even if it hurts them.””Devon . . .”And just like that, we were kissing. I can’t say who made the first move. I can’t really remember because it happened so quickly. One moment, Asha was saying my name, and the next our lips were pressed hard against one another’s. There was no nervous hesitation, no tentative brushing of lips, or even longing glances into one another’s eyes. We simply dove into one another’s kiss without so much as a deep breath.My right arm curled around the back of Asha’s neck and my hand buried itself in her soft, luxurious hair. My other hand rested on her hip. Her hands came up under my arms and pulled at my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. Soon, we were in a fierce embrace. The heat from her body was blazing in its intensity, but the warmth of her flesh was as intoxicating as the taste of her mouth.Asha swung her leg over my thighs and she was now sitting on my lap, facing me. At last, we had that longing gaze into each other’s eyes. Neither of us spoke, but there was no need for words. I knew by the passion with which she had been kissing me that Asha felt the same way about me that I felt about her. Her passion was unmistakable because it was the same as my own. The gazing couldn’t last for long. We were kissing again. My hands wandered up and down her back while her hands cupped my face. Her lips parted and I could feel the tip of her tongue poking out. I opened my mouth as well and the tips of our tongues met in the warm, wet seal our lips had formed. It take only moments for this cautious probing to become a deep French kiss.I felt bolder. My hands crept down from Asha’s back to her ass, which I squeezed and kneaded firmly. This only encouraged her to become bolder as well. Her hands began to explore underneath my shirt, rubbing the muscles of my sides and my chest. I pulled away from her, breaking the kiss, just long enough for Asha to eagerly yank my shirt up off over my head and toss it aside on the floor. Our kissing resumed and my lips were delightfully numb with the constant pressure. Our breathing was heavy and loud as we sucked in air only when absolutely necessary. The room was filled with the sounds of two people too absorbed in on another to care what kinds of strange noises they might be making – grunts, sighs, moans, and more.I kissed the corner of Asha’s mouth, then her cheek, and then worked my way towards her ear lobe. I kissed it and gently tugged on it with my lips. Asha sighed, turning the side of her head towards me. I kissed her cheek again and then began kissing my way down her jaw line to her neck. She tilted her face toward the ceiling, giving me freer access. I kissed her tender neck eagerly until I reached her collarbone. Asha’s fingers ran through my hair, massaging my scalp as I kissed her succulent skin.While my lips were exploring her throat, my hands had moved away from her butt. I cupped one breast in each hand, through the silk of her pajamas, and gently squeezed them, which elicited airy moans from Asha. I drew my hands away and my fingers proceeded to unbutton the front of her pajama top. I undid the first button and kissed the newly exposed skin. I undid the next button and kissed the top of her cleavage. I did this slowly, so that Asha could stop me if I was going too far for her, but apparently she had no complaints about it. One by one, I undid the buttons until there was an unbroken strip of skin visible from her neck to her waist.I peeled the silk away, baring Asha’s breasts to my hungry eyes. She lowered her arms so she could slip them out of the sleeves. Her top was discarded and forgotten. I paused for a moment to admire her breasts, which were a large C-cup at least, with dark pink nipples in the centers. They were healthy, natural, beautiful breasts.Kissing my way down, my mouth came at last to her left nipple. My tongue traced circles around it, stimulating it until it was diamond hard. Then I began to suckle, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I worked the left breasts for a minute or more before turning my attention to the other. I repeated the same steps as before. I moved back and forth. Whichever nipple I was not sucking, I was gently pinching with the fingers of my free hand. All the while, Asha made rapturous sighs that sounded almost like dry sobs of pleasure.When I removed my face from her breasts and sat up straight, Asha remained in the same position, leaning back with her face tilted upwards. I drank in the sight of her bare chest and admired the smooth, dark skin of her chubby belly. Then my eyes drifted down even farther and nearly refused to believe what they saw.”What the . . .” I said out loud without meaning to.Something long and hard was poking up against the fabric of Asha’s pajama bottoms. Asha looked down and immediately realized what I had seen. She jumped off my lap and stepped away from me, which only revealed more. With her standing fully upright, I could see there was a tent pitched in the front of her silk pajama pants with a tiny wet spot at the top.”Asha?” I said, looking for some kind of explanation.”Oh my God, oh my God . . .” she kept repeating. Her face was dark red as she scrambled to find her top and she refused to look at me. She just kept chanting those three words.”What is this? I don’t understand,” I told her.”Devon, I’m so sorry,” she said. She found her top and began to put it on, turning her back to me.”I don’t . . .””I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” she said. “I would have stopped. I just got caught up. I’m so sorry.””Sorry for what?”Asha didn’t answer me. She just buttoned the first few buttons and made a beeline for the door. Seeing what she was doing, I jumped off the couch and followed her. I caught her as she reached for the doorknob. I grabbed her elbow, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to restrain her and prevent her from leaving in such a state.”Please talk to me,” I begged.”Don’t you get it?” she said, sounding desperate. “I have a penis. I’m a transsexual.””A transsexual?””I’m sorry, Devon. Please just let me go and you’ll never have to see me again.””Why would you say something like that? I love you, Asha.”At last, Asha stopped struggling to get through the door. She turned slowly to me, her eyes slowly rising to meet mine. I knew it must have taken a tremendous effort. Her eyes were wet and shining, but also filled with hope. She waited for a moment before speaking.”Do you mean it?” she asked.”I do,” I told her.”Oh, Devon,” she breathed, “I love you too.”She threw open her arms and I went happily into them. We held one another tightly, not with the same physical and sexual urgency that we had before, but in a more tender embrace. I buried my face in her hair, breathing the sweet fragrance, and she leaned her face against my shoulder. Then I turned my face to hers and we kissed, sweetly and softly.”I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about all this,” I admitted, “but I know how I feel about you and that’s enough.””That’s kind of you to say,” Asha said, “but we have to face reality. If you’re not attracted to me sexually, then what kind of a relationship can we have?””Who said I wasn’t?””There’s a difference between finding someone sexy and wanting to have sex with that person. Especially a person like me. If you’re not interested in me sexually, I’ll understand. I won’t hold it against you. I’ll know it’s just how you are.””I do want to have sex with you. Badly. I want to make love to you.”Asha withdrew from my embrace and walk past me into the living room. She stopped a few feet away with her back facing me. She reached with both hands towards her chest and began to unbutton her top. Although I could not see it, I could recognize the motions. When she was finished, she slipped the silk pajama top off of her body and let it fall to the floor. I admired the smooth, flawless skin of her wide back. Although she might be called overweight, she was honestly as perfect as any woman could be.Her body trembled slightly as she drew a deep breath. Her thumbs hooked the elastic waistband of her pants. She bent slightly at the waist, pulling the burgundy fabric down past her curvy thighs, revealing her bare backside to me. She released the pants and they dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them and now stood naked before me. My eyes took in the breath-taking sight of her pleasantly plump ass, which was round and healthy.She peered at me over her shoulder, then turned to face me, presenting herself to me. I tried not to stare but, of course, my gaze was drawn to that mysterious place of a woman’s body, where the two legs meet. Sure enough, there it was – a thick, circumsized cock about four inches long, semi-erect that was crowned by a well-maintained bush of midnight black pubic hair.I didn’t speak. There was nothing I could say that could express what I was feeling. Instead, I walked to Asha and placed my hand against her face. She closed her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her the way we had kissed at the door.Then it changed. My hand moved from her face to the back of her head and I held it there while I pressed my lips fiercely against hers. Asha reacted immediately, pressing her body closer to mine. My tongue entered her mouth. Hers and mine wrestled for control. The first kiss had been to show that I still loved her. This kiss was to show that I still wanted her.And why wouldn’t I? I thought. For years, I had been fantasizing about how it would feel to touch or suck another man’s cock. Now I had found exactly what I needed. Not a man, but not a ordinary woman either – a woman with the cock that I wanted so much. My only regret was that I had not explored this avenue earlier.”I think we should continue this in the bedroom,” said Asha, breaking our deep kiss.”I was just about to suggest that myself,” I replied.”Come on.”Asha spun around and began to walk towards the bedroom. I gave her a playful spank on her ample butt. She squeaked and then giggled as she skipped excitedly into my bedroom. I followed close bursa escort bayan behind. Once inside, I practically tackled her to the mattress. I mounted her and plunged my tongue down her throat. Asha’s legs wrapped around my waist and she held on tightly.I kissed Asha’s lips, drunk on the taste and the feel, as my hands ran up and down her thick thighs. I kissed her chin, then her neck. I worked my way down rapidly to her breasts and feasted on them with a hunger even greater than before. She cooed and gasped as I stimulated her sensitive nipples. I kissed my way down to her navel and below. Her black pubic hair was as soft as goose down and smelled of some wildflower shampoo. I buried my nose in it, letting the scent invade my nostrils. My mouth was inches away from her dick and I began to salivate at the thought of what would come next.”Scoot over,” I whispered. “Put your head on the pillows.””Devon, you don’t have to . . .” she said.”I have to, Asha. I want to.””OK.”Asha moved into position, lying on her back in the center of my bed, with her head on the pillows. She spread her legs apart and planted her feet on the mattress with her knees elevated. She was now completely exposed. Her cock, now hard, rested face-up in her bush. Her dusky-colored ball sack drooped down below. Inside their warm home, her testicles seemed to twitch with anticipation.I lay with my upper body perpendicular to hers. My right elbow rested on the other side of her body. My left hand reached for her rigid member and I held it in my hand. It had grown longer, now that it was fully engorged with blood, but it was still a less than average length. The width, on the other hand, was greater than my own. I held it for a moment, feeling the weight of it. I was captivated. Her cock was so beautiful, even as beautiful as Asha herself.I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head. Asha’s body reacted immediately, tensing and trembling. It tasted delicious, even more wonderful than I could have imagined. My tongue explored every inch of her throbbing mushroom tip. My saliva mixed with the tiny bit of precum oozing from her pee slit and I had to keep swallowing or else risk drooling all over her.”It’s even better than I imagined,” she told me.Her encouraging words egged me on. I let another inch of her meat into my mouth and closed my lips tightly around it. Again, I gave my tongue all the time it needed to explore this new territory. I proceeded down another inch and again took time to savor this experience. I wanted it to last forever.Unfortunately, it was not to be.”Devon,” Asha whispered harshly, her breath coming hard and fast. “I’m going to cum . . .”I wasn’t quite prepared for that, but I reacted on instinct. I wanted to taste the most raw essence of this beautiful, sweet, kind girl with whom I had fallen in love.A moment later, a salty but delicious liquid filled my mouth. Asha moaned and thrust her hips up. Another surge of her heavenly nectar entered my mouth and slid down my throat. I swallowed it all, silently begging for more. More came, but less than before. Another surge followed as she emptied the contents of her testicles into my mouth.Asha took a deep breath and let it out in a single burst. Her body relaxed. I withdrew my mouth from her dick and sat up. I shifted positions so that I was now lying alongside her, resting my face on her breast. My fingers rubbed her round tummy.”Sorry,” she said, a bit embarrassed. “I’ve been kind of looking forward to this for a long time, I guess.””Don’t worry about it,” I said with a chuckle.”We have all night, anyway, don’t we?” Asha pointed out.”We can have the rest of our lives if we want,” I replied.Those words had huge implications. A month ago, I might have said it was impossible to fall so hard in love with someone so fast, but I’d meant what I said. Asha could very well be the one. Time would tell, but I had confidence that this relationship would last for a long, long time. She didn’t respond to my statement, though. She just kissed the top of my head.We lay there like that for quite a while. We didn’t speak. We didn’t have to. I knew that Asha needed time to recharge her batteries and I was patient.My patience paid off. Asha broke the stillness and wriggled out from under me. She crawled halfway down the bed, then turned towards me. She reached out for the waistband of the mesh basketball shorts I was wearing and yanked them off me. Next came my boxer shorts. Asha stared hungrily at my eight-inch cock.Without hesitation, she dove right in. She kissed the underside of my shaft, up and down, from bottom to top. Her full lips sent shivers of electricity through my body to the tips of my extremities. I watched her as she buried her face in my crotch, kissing my balls as lovingly as my dick itself. She gripped my cock with her right hand and began to stroke it as she licked both testicles in turn.At last, she pulled her mouth away from my sack and looked up at me. Her honey-colored eyes seemed lumiscent in the faint light of the room. Without breaking that eye contact, she opened her mouth, and took me inside her. The pleasure was so intense that it almost felt like pain. I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out, which might alarm her. Within moments, the feeling subsided, replaced by pure delightful sweetness. Asha’s head bobbed up and down slowly. Her eyes never left mine. She continued to suck on my cock tenderly. She was teasing me, I knew. She wanted to draw out this moment for as long as possible. She pushed me to the very edge and then drew back before I went over.An hour passed. The feeling never diminished, only increased. What was sixty minutes seemed to pass in a heartbeat. All that time, we kept our eyes locked on one another.My life had been changed forever by this girl, but I knew one thing for certain. I had not come to this country for a change of scenery, for an education, even for an adventure. I had traveled across the world, from one side of the planet to the other, to find this girl.Asha’s hand found its way to my shaft once again and began to stroke. I knew this was the moment. She pumped my cock with her hand while her mouth sucked like a hungry c***d at a breast. She was pushing me towards that edge again and this time there would be no coming back.A tremor rocked my body, then another. The energy was building inside me quickly, too quickly to contain or control. I could no longer keep eye contact. I closed my eyes tightly as I began to see flashes of light in front of my eyes.The dam burst. I blew my load with an almost volcanic force. Asha sucked it down, just as I had sucked down hers. She squealed, but the sound was muffled by the cock in her mouth. I pumped more and more cum into her throat until at last the reservoir went dry. I opened my eyes again. Asha was looking at me, smiling rapturously.She climbed up beside me and lay down next to me. I put my arm around her shoulders and she cradled her head against me. I looked down at her cock and saw, to my surprise, that her bush was matted with cum. Suddenly, I knew what that squeal had been earlier. As I had orgasmed into her mouth, so had she orgasmed involuntarily.”You naughty girl,” I said. “I’m going to have to change the sheets.””Mmm, not yet,” she said. “They’re just going to get messy again.”I laughed. “True, true.”We lay in silence for a few moments.”Can I ask you something, Asha?” I said.”Of course,” she replied.”Why did you do it? Why did you become a girl?””I didn’t. I was born a girl. I was never a boy.””I don’t understand.””I mean, on the inside. People might have thought I was a boy. I might have looked like one or dressed like one, but that was never me. This is the real me.””How old were you?””Twelve, when I began living as a girl full time.”Asha told me more details of how she had transitioned from the lie of being a boy to the truth of being a girl. She told me about visiting psychologists, talking to her parents and how understanding they had been, taking hormone treatments, and finally taking the big step that changed her life. She became on the outside the person she had always been on the inside. I admired her courage and her determination. I knew I never would have had the strength to attempt something like that.I could feel my sexual energy building again as we talked. By the way that Asha began to shift restlessly, I sensed the same was true for her. She asked me if I had any kind of lubricant. I told her there was KY jelly in the medicine cabinet. She rose from the bed and walked into the en suite. I watched her butt wiggle as she walked. It looked so inviting.When Asha returned to the bedroom, I could see that her cock had begun to rise again. She cuddled up against me and placed the bottle of jelly in my hand.”What’s this for?” I asked, knowing the answer but not wanting to sound like I was expecting it from her.”Don’t be a tease,” she said, grinning at me. “You know . . .””Well,” I said, toying with her, “it’s lubricant, so you want me to lubricate something. But what?””Come on, Devon,” she said, slapping me on the shoulder.”I have no idea.””My . . . my butthole . . .””Whatever for?””Because,” she said, now shifting positions again, getting on all fours, “I want that big dick of yours all the way up there. Now get to it before I decide I don’t want to give you any more tonight.””Yes, ma’am!” I said eagerly.Asha smiled approvingly and then turned her ass towards me. I rose up and knelt behind her. I squirted a bit of the KY jelly at the top of her crack and it ran all the way down. I slipped my fingers between the cheeks and greased up the crack. Asha reached behind and spread her cheeks apart with one hand to grant me better access. I could see her dark rosebud there, waiting for me to enter.I squirted some of the jelly on my finger, then pressed it against the rubbery orafice. I applied a little pressure and the tip slipped inside. Asha let out a soft sigh. I slid my finger in deeper. Now, I had never had any kind of anal sex, even with an ordinary girl, so this was all knew to me. I wasn’t sure what to expect. It was tight and hot inside and I could feel the blood pumping inside her.I added more jelly and slipped a second finger inside Asha’s butt. It went in effortlessly and Asha sighed again, almost a moan. I buried my fingers inside her up to the knuckle, as far as I could. I moved them in and out of her hole, but also around in circles, trying to stretch the sphincter enough to allow me to penetrate her with a minimum of discomfort.After a short while, things began to feel looser, and I knew it was time. I pulled out my fingers with a faint pop sound, and raised myself up so that my dick was even with her anus. I squirted some of the jelly along the length of my shaft and then rubbed it all around to lubricate myself as well as her. I placed one hand on her hip and used the other hand to guide myself towards her.”Devon,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me.”Yes?” I asked, pausing.”I just wanted to let you know that you’re my first.””I’m honored,” I told her sincerely.She smiled at me and then turned her face away. Now she was ready. I lined the tip of my cock up with her butt hole and began to push. Although it was loose, it was still not easy to penetrate. Asha groaned in discomfort, but didn’t tell me to stop. She perservered through the pain as I at last managed to push the head of my cock into her pure, untouched escort bursa opening.After that first bit of resistance, my dick seemed to fit like a glove, as if her butt were meant for me and my cock meant for her. Asha sighed as my eight inches sank into her body. I buried my shaft up to the hilt and then stopped.”How does it feel?” I asked.”Like I’ve been finally been completed,” she replied.Sure, it was a corny thing for her to say, but I’ve found that corny sentiments are almost always the most sincere, since you would never say such a thing unless you truly meant it.Our love-making began. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm and we achieved sexual harmony. When I pushed forward, she pushed back. When I pulled back, she relaxed her muscles inside to allow me freedom to move. Even our breathing became synchronized.It was slow at first. As Asha had done when she had sucked on me, I tried to draw out the experience for as long as I could. One of the good things about having cum once already tonight was that I was able to go for much longer. I didn’t measure time in minutes or hours. I measured it in the beats of our hearts, in the sighs and moans of our love, in the whispered pleadings and promises we made in the blessed dark.But it could not last forever. Our rhythms became faster and faster. I pushed my cock as deep inside as it could go, then pulled it out to the base of my head, then immediately pushed back in. Asha raised her head and her body stiffened as she put all the strength of her back into our exertions.Soon I was slamming my groin against her ass. The room was filled with the smell of sweat and the sounds of Asha groaning and moaning. My ball sack slapped against hers with each thrust forward, making a clapping sound that grew louder as I drew closer to my final climax. My cock had never been so hard and I had never felt a more intense burning in my loins.Asha buried her face in the pillows and began to cry. Even then, she never told me to stop. I knew, through our intuitive connection, that she was not crying out of any pain she did not relish.The moment came at last. With a quick series of deep thrusts, I launched a flood of semen and christened Asha’s virgin bowels. Even as I shot my load into Asha, my body took control and continued ramming her. I saw Asha’s arm moving furiously alongside her body and I knew she was jerking herself off. I kept pumping, determined to keep it up until Asha came. At last, she gave a deep sigh and collapsed forward. My dick slipped out of her body as she went and I too fell over, barely managing to avoid falling on her.We both gasped for air. I turned my face towards Asha’s and opened my eyes. Her face was wet with tears and sweat and drool.”Are you alright?” I asked her.”Don’t worry,” she told me in a comforting tone.”You were crying. Did it hurt that bad?””It hurt, but it didn’t. Does that make sense? It was like the pain was transformed. I was crying because I’ve never felt so much emotion at once. I couldn’t contain it. So much love.””That’s amazing, Asha. I wish I could have felt that too.””But Devon . . .” she said, then reached out for my face. She rubbed my cheek and showed me the tip of her finger. There was a teardrop on it. Only then did I realize that I had been crying, too. “You did.”* * *Asha fell asleep almost immediately. I managed to pull the blankets up over us and pull her body close against mine before I, too, fell into a deep sleep.* * *When I woke up the next morning, it was to the sound of my bedroom door creaking slightly. I opened my eyes to see Asha entering the room, carrying a tray which she set down on the small table beside the bed. I saw toast with jam, slices of fruit, and two glasses of juice – enough for both of us. When she stood back up, she saw that I was awake, and smiled warmly.As far as I could tell, she was wearing nothing except for one of my t-shirts. It was a bit tight on her, but long enough that the hem dangled down enough to conceal something else dangling down. My eyes fixated on her lovely, shapely thighs.She interrupted by staring by crawling over and kissing me on the mouth. I returned the kiss with equal vigor and delight. I think that, until this point, Asha may have been slightly concerned that I had made love to her more out of horniness than a genuine desire for her and that, after two orgasms and a night to sleep on it, I might feel differently towards her.I didn’t. She was as lovely and sexy to me as she had been in the deepest throes of our passion last night. I ran my hand up and down her thighs and it wasn’t long before the fabric of the t-shirt began to rise noticeably. I had been right. She was only wearing the shirt.”Uh-oh,” I said. “Someone has morning wood.””Only ’cause you’re touching me like that!” she replied.”Then I’m going to keep doing it.””I won’t stop you.”I drew back the cloth of the shirt to reveal her treasures. I reached out and cupped her hot balls in my hands, then began to massage them while my wrist rubbed against the underside of her shaft. Her cock was rock hard in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, my own cock was rapidly hardening underneath the blanket.”There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” she confessed.”What is it?” I asked.”You know when the girl goes on top and the guy goes on bottom and they both suck each other’s dicks at the same time. Well, not always dicks. You know what I mean.””Sixty-nine.””Exactly! Can we do that? Please?”There was no way I was going to refuse a request like that. I tossed the blankets aside and lay flat on my back, spread eagle. Asha eagerly rose to a kneeling position, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and yanked it off over her head. Her large, full breasts bounced with the motion and I noticed that her nipples were as hard as her dick.Asha moved so that she was kneeling next to my shoulders, then slung a leg over my head until she was kneeling on either side of my neck, facing away from me. Her bare ass was only inches away from my face and her sack was dangling down brazenly from underneath. I found it slightly amusing that this same girl, who had been so mortified when I had noticed a bulge in her pants, was now happy to plant her balls right in my face. I was happy about it too, actually.Asha lowered her face to my crotch and began to kiss the areas immediately surrounding my package, warming me up. She proceeded to kiss my nut sack next, occasionally stopping to lick a little circle around one testicle or the other. She quickly reached my cock and began licking up and down the shaft like it was a tasty Popsicle. It occurred to me that last night Asha had shot her load so early that she had the patience to give me the achingly-slow blowjob she had. Now, full of sexual hunger, she didn’t plan on waiting. She wanted to suck my cock hard and fast. I went to work on Asha as well. Because of the position of our bodies, her cock was not easily accessible, but her scrotum was right there. I pinched the loose skin between my lips and tugged on it ever so slightly. It was smooth and hairless and the entire region had an intoxicating, musky smell.The skin wasn’t enough for long. I began to lick her balls, then to lap at them greedily like a dog. I would place my open mouth against one ball and suck it inside. Then I would roll it around with my tongue. I moved from one testicle to the other in this fashion.Meanwhile, I was playing with Asha’s butt hole a little as well. I wet my finger with saliva and inserted it into her rectum which, I was pleased to note, felt as tight now as it had at the beginning of our anal play last night. I slid my finger in and out of her while I nursed on her tasty girl-nuggets.The only problem with this position was that I couldn’t reach Asha’s dick. I rolled Asha over on to her side so that she and I were both lying on our hips, facing opposite directions, with complete access to one another’s meat.I took her cock in one hand and peeled back to the foreskin to reveal the head. I took the entire thing into my mouth at once, nearly gagging on its girth but not caring. I was desperately hungry for her.I can’t say exactly how long I lay there, sucking on my new girlfriend’s cock, but I know it must not have been too long. Soon, we were both grunting from the corners of our mouths as we fought to suck harder and take it deeper down our throats.I had one hand on each of Asha’s ass cheeks and I was massaging them fiercely while I licked, kissed, and swallowed her magnificent organ. I began to use her ass for leverage, pulling her towards me until she was practically fucking my face.Asha was going at it like a pro. She would take my entire length into her mouth in one gulp, wrapping her lips around the base of my cock and teasing the sensitive flesh with the muscles of her lips, tongue, and throat. After a short while, she was giving up on the teasing, and just bobbed her head up and down rapidly with her lips tightly sealed around my dick, effectively jerking me off with her mouth.Neither of us could last long at that pace. Our moans and groans became louder and more frequent. Our bodies began to shake. In one explosive moment, I jettisoned my entire load of semen into Asha’s mouth. Almost simultaneously, or perhaps in reaction to my offering, she blew her wad into my mouth as well. It was just as delicious as I had remembered. Asha and I drank one another’s juices until there was no more left.I lay my head on Asha’s thigh, panting heavily.We recovered for a moment and then Asha crawled back over to me. She looked at me for a moment, then reached out and dabbed the corner of my mouth. When she pulled her finger away, there was a tiny drop of cum on the end. She offered it to me and I happily slurped it off.”Now let’s eat breakfast,” she said.”I thought we just did,” I joked.”You nutter,” she said, slapping me playfully on the shoulder. We ate the breakfast that Asha had prepared. It was simple, but tasty, and served to replenish a lot of the strength we had exhausted last night and so far this morning. Once the meal was finished, Asha cuddled up against me. She went still for a moment, then whispered softly:”There’s something else I have to tell you.””What’s that?” I asked.”Do you remember when I made that comment last night about keeping secrets from people because you didn’t want to hurt them?””Of course, but don’t worry. You didn’t hurt me.””That’s not what I meant.””What did you mean, then?””It’s Shanthi. I’ve been keeping a secret from her because I was afraid it would hurt her to know the truth. And I guess I was being selfish, too. The truth is that Shanthi is in love with you, too. She told me last week but I was too afraid to admit that I felt the same way about you. I was worried she’d feel betrayed. And now I really have betrayed her.”This was a bomb shell I had not been expecting. I never gave much thought to the possibility that Shanthi had those kind of feelings for me. When things had progressed with Asha last night, I had forgotten about her sister almost altogether. It seemed like a moot point.Now those conflicted feelings I’d been having for Asha and Shanthi rushed back. Of course, things were much more complicated now.Should I tell Asha that I had feelings for her sister?Should I just pretend that I didn’t?Would I choose Shanthi over Asha if I had to make a choice?”I’m a horrible person, aren’t I?” Asha asked.”Shh,” I replied, trying to sound soothing. “Not at all.”I kissed Asha on the forehead, then on the lips. She cuddled up against me, holding me tightly. I pondered the question she had just asked me. Little did Asha know that I was wondering the same thing about myself.To be continued . . .

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