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My boyfriend got a sex change

My boyfriend got a sex change

You don't mean that," my douche-bag boyfriend, Luke, said, trying to calm me down. It didn't work very well. I mean, what kind of guy cheats on his girlfriend, not once, but twice?! And expects me to just forgive him? I told you 'cause I felt bad. That gotta count for something. Don't come after me," I stated, stepping out of his grip and storming out of his room before he could argue. I made it as far as my car, which was parked in a dark corner at the end of the street.

But I didn't go home. I guess there was a small, tiny part of me that hoped my boyfriend of two years wouldn't do what I thought he was going to do.

Sure, I had just dumped his ass. Sure enough, he proved me right not five minutes later when he walked out of the house and got into a car and sped off in the other direction. But it was a car I'd seen many times before.

It was my best friend's car. I had wasted two whole years of my life giving my heart and soul to a guy who didn't give a shit. He'd told me about two girls he had slept with while we were together.

But I was sure there was more seeing as he'd just driven off with my best friend. I wanted him to feel the pain I was feeling. I wanted him to know what he had done to me.

An idea started forming in my mind. It was wild, outrageous, and borderline cruel. But I knew it would work, and frankly I was too pissed to care if it didn't necessarily make sense. I got out of my car and headed back up to his house, letting myself in with my key.

Once inside, I made my was downstairs into his sister Tara's basement apartment. I'd been down there quite a few times. Tara was fun and spunky, and we used to watch movies together a lot when Luke was at soccer practice.

I knew where her room was, and that she would already be fast asleep. Now, this plan was quite crazy. But I was willing to risk it just to see the look on Luke's face when he found out. So, before opening Tara's bedroom door, I stripped out of my jean shorts and tank top, and slipped my bra off as well. Taking a deep breath and gathering all of the anger and confidence I could, I pushed open Tara's bedroom door to reveal a pitch black room. Carefully tiptoeing across the floor, I made my way over to her bed, peeled back the covers and slipped in beside her.

I would have never even considered what I was about to do if I hadn't seen Luke get into that car. It was a low move, even for cheating scum. I could only hope Tara would agree. Beside me, I could see Tara's sleeping form lying on her back, arms thrown over her head.

Slowly, I shimmied close enough to her that I barely had to reach out to press my lips to her collarbone. In turn, she whimpered just a bit in her sleep, but didn't stir. I peppered a handful more kisses along her throat and shoulders, starting small.

A feeling deep inside me told me that this was wrong, but I told it to shut the fuck up. Once I was over my initial fear of Tara bolting awake, I felt safe enough to roll over so that I hovered over her, my legs straddling either side of her slim waist.

My hands moved over her torso then, feeling her smooth satin tank top slide beneath my fingertips. As my finger brushed over her chest, I felt her nipples spring to life at my touch. Tara moaned quietly in her sleep, her hips rocking gently beneath me, but she didn't wake up. I took it as a sign to continue, cupping her soft tits in my hands. When I'd woken up this morning, I'd never thought I'd be here; in bed, groping my now ex-boyfriend's sister's tits while she slept, wearing nothing but my thong.

I'd kissed girls before, usually when I was drunk. I'd even groped some of my friends before when we were clubbing. That was the most I'd ever done with a girl. But I was still kind of curious; which probably explained why Tara was the first person I thought of when my "revenge sex" plan had come to mind.

I'd always thought Tara was hot, sure. I'd thought she was even hotter when I'd walked into their living room one day and found her on the couch, knuckle deep in another girl's pussy.

That same night, I'd had a wet dream that I was the girl she was finger-fucking on the couch. But I'd never taken my fantasies seriously before. Now, here I was, slowly shimmying down her body as I palmed her tits roughly through her nightshirt. She moaned again, this time wiggling in her sleep just enough that her leg's parted and her crotch rubbed against mine. I bit back a whimper at the sheer rush I felt as our panties rubbed together in that brief moment. When it passed, I wasted no time fitting myself between her newly parred legs.

I was under her covers now, hidden from the outside world. It was darker there, and all I could smell was the intoxicating scent of sex. With unskilled hands, I gently managed to tug her panties down to her knees, exposing her pussy to the darkness. She was bound to wake up soon enough, it was a miracle she hadn't already, so I skipped the forplay drove straight into the action.

I plunged one finger into her opening and heard her gasp above me. Her pussy was warm and wet as it clenched eagerly around my finger. As her hips began rocking back and forth, I dipped a second finger into her and began thrusting them in and out rhythmically. As she moaned and gasped I smiled to myself, revelling in the fact I was the reason she was making those sounds. With my other hand, I started rubbing circles in her slick, wet folds.

I felt myself grow a little warmer when I realized how smooth and bare her mound was under my touch. Feeling bold, I spread her lips, leaned in and gently flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit.

I may not have ever pleased a girl, but I had been pleased before. And I knew exactly what made me cum. Tara twitched, gasping loudly.

Fuck me, baby," she moaned as her hips rocked against my face. I quickened the pace with my fingers too, even thrusting a third finger inside of her with ease. When I felt a hand latch into my hair, I froze; my tongue halfway through rubbing circles around her clit, and my fingers midway through hammering into her.

But she didn't pull me away. Instead, she pushed my face farther into pussy with a moaned, "Harder, baby! Her body bucked as I recognized her climax was drawing closer. When it finally hit, I frantically continued thrusting my fingers into her, until I felt her warm juices gush over my waiting tongue.

Once she was finished, I crawled out from under the covers to face her. She was half dazed, floating in a post-orgasmic fog. She hadn't realized it was me yet, so I took a chance and leaned down to kiss her. Tara responded quickly, her hands weaving in my hair and pulling me closer as her lips parted against mine.

I invaded her mouth with my tongue, tasting her on her own tongue and shivering with pleasure. Her first stop was my small tits, suckling on my sensitive nipples before gently nipping at at them once they were hard. Next, was my stomach, as she swirled her tongue around the ring in my belly button. She crawled out from under me between my legs. I felt her kneel behind me on the bed, taking my hips in her hands before suddenly thrusting her pussy against my ass.

I groaned loudly, my face sinking into the pillow below me as she continued to rock her hips against me from behind. Then, with one hand, she reached around my front and slipped it into my panties. By this point I was so wet that her fingers glided easily through my folds. I moaned into the pillow as she flicked and tweaked my clit between her fingers until I was just about ready to climax. With her hands, she spread me from behind and I jumped when I felt her warm, wet tongue glide up my slit.

She did it again, more slowly that time, stopping to dip her tongue into my opening as far as she could. My aching pussy clenched as the need for release built up inside of me. I tried rocking against her tongue, but it only resulted in her pulling away again.

She continued like that for what felt like forever; lapping at my slit and tasting my wetness until body was vibrating with the need for orgasm, but she wouldn't let me. Every time I came close, she would pull away.

Until she pulled away again, only to replace her tongue inside me with the same two skilled fingers I had watched her pound into another girl's pussy that fateful day.

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My boyfriend got a sex change

You don't mean that," my douche-bag boyfriend, Luke, said, trying to calm me down. It didn't work very well. I mean, what kind of guy cheats on his girlfriend, not once, but twice?! And expects me to just forgive him? I told you 'cause I felt bad. That gotta count for something. Don't come after me," I stated, stepping out of his grip and storming out of his room before he could argue. I made it as far as my car, which was parked in a dark corner at the end of the street. But I didn't go home.

I guess there was a small, tiny part of me that hoped my boyfriend of two years wouldn't do what I thought he was going to do. Sure, I had just dumped his ass. Sure enough, he proved me right not five minutes later when he walked out of the house and got into a car and sped off in the other direction. But it was a car I'd seen many times before. It was my best friend's car. I had wasted two whole years of my life giving my heart and soul to a guy who didn't give a shit.

He'd told me about two girls he had slept with while we were together. But I was sure there was more seeing as he'd just driven off with my best friend. I wanted him to feel the pain I was feeling. I wanted him to know what he had done to me.

An idea started forming in my mind. It was wild, outrageous, and borderline cruel. But I knew it would work, and frankly I was too pissed to care if it didn't necessarily make sense. I got out of my car and headed back up to his house, letting myself in with my key.

Once inside, I made my was downstairs into his sister Tara's basement apartment. I'd been down there quite a few times.

Tara was fun and spunky, and we used to watch movies together a lot when Luke was at soccer practice. I knew where her room was, and that she would already be fast asleep. Now, this plan was quite crazy. But I was willing to risk it just to see the look on Luke's face when he found out. So, before opening Tara's bedroom door, I stripped out of my jean shorts and tank top, and slipped my bra off as well. Taking a deep breath and gathering all of the anger and confidence I could, I pushed open Tara's bedroom door to reveal a pitch black room.

Carefully tiptoeing across the floor, I made my way over to her bed, peeled back the covers and slipped in beside her. I would have never even considered what I was about to do if I hadn't seen Luke get into that car. It was a low move, even for cheating scum. I could only hope Tara would agree.

Beside me, I could see Tara's sleeping form lying on her back, arms thrown over her head. Slowly, I shimmied close enough to her that I barely had to reach out to press my lips to her collarbone. In turn, she whimpered just a bit in her sleep, but didn't stir. I peppered a handful more kisses along her throat and shoulders, starting small. A feeling deep inside me told me that this was wrong, but I told it to shut the fuck up.

Once I was over my initial fear of Tara bolting awake, I felt safe enough to roll over so that I hovered over her, my legs straddling either side of her slim waist.

My hands moved over her torso then, feeling her smooth satin tank top slide beneath my fingertips. As my finger brushed over her chest, I felt her nipples spring to life at my touch. Tara moaned quietly in her sleep, her hips rocking gently beneath me, but she didn't wake up.

I took it as a sign to continue, cupping her soft tits in my hands. When I'd woken up this morning, I'd never thought I'd be here; in bed, groping my now ex-boyfriend's sister's tits while she slept, wearing nothing but my thong. I'd kissed girls before, usually when I was drunk. I'd even groped some of my friends before when we were clubbing.

That was the most I'd ever done with a girl. But I was still kind of curious; which probably explained why Tara was the first person I thought of when my "revenge sex" plan had come to mind. I'd always thought Tara was hot, sure. I'd thought she was even hotter when I'd walked into their living room one day and found her on the couch, knuckle deep in another girl's pussy. That same night, I'd had a wet dream that I was the girl she was finger-fucking on the couch.

But I'd never taken my fantasies seriously before. Now, here I was, slowly shimmying down her body as I palmed her tits roughly through her nightshirt. She moaned again, this time wiggling in her sleep just enough that her leg's parted and her crotch rubbed against mine. I bit back a whimper at the sheer rush I felt as our panties rubbed together in that brief moment.

When it passed, I wasted no time fitting myself between her newly parred legs. I was under her covers now, hidden from the outside world. It was darker there, and all I could smell was the intoxicating scent of sex. With unskilled hands, I gently managed to tug her panties down to her knees, exposing her pussy to the darkness. She was bound to wake up soon enough, it was a miracle she hadn't already, so I skipped the forplay drove straight into the action. I plunged one finger into her opening and heard her gasp above me.

Her pussy was warm and wet as it clenched eagerly around my finger. As her hips began rocking back and forth, I dipped a second finger into her and began thrusting them in and out rhythmically. As she moaned and gasped I smiled to myself, revelling in the fact I was the reason she was making those sounds. With my other hand, I started rubbing circles in her slick, wet folds. I felt myself grow a little warmer when I realized how smooth and bare her mound was under my touch.

Feeling bold, I spread her lips, leaned in and gently flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit. I may not have ever pleased a girl, but I had been pleased before. And I knew exactly what made me cum. Tara twitched, gasping loudly. Fuck me, baby," she moaned as her hips rocked against my face. I quickened the pace with my fingers too, even thrusting a third finger inside of her with ease. When I felt a hand latch into my hair, I froze; my tongue halfway through rubbing circles around her clit, and my fingers midway through hammering into her.

But she didn't pull me away. Instead, she pushed my face farther into pussy with a moaned, "Harder, baby! Her body bucked as I recognized her climax was drawing closer. When it finally hit, I frantically continued thrusting my fingers into her, until I felt her warm juices gush over my waiting tongue. Once she was finished, I crawled out from under the covers to face her. She was half dazed, floating in a post-orgasmic fog.

She hadn't realized it was me yet, so I took a chance and leaned down to kiss her. Tara responded quickly, her hands weaving in my hair and pulling me closer as her lips parted against mine. I invaded her mouth with my tongue, tasting her on her own tongue and shivering with pleasure. Her first stop was my small tits, suckling on my sensitive nipples before gently nipping at at them once they were hard.

Next, was my stomach, as she swirled her tongue around the ring in my belly button. She crawled out from under me between my legs. I felt her kneel behind me on the bed, taking my hips in her hands before suddenly thrusting her pussy against my ass. I groaned loudly, my face sinking into the pillow below me as she continued to rock her hips against me from behind.

Then, with one hand, she reached around my front and slipped it into my panties. By this point I was so wet that her fingers glided easily through my folds. I moaned into the pillow as she flicked and tweaked my clit between her fingers until I was just about ready to climax.

With her hands, she spread me from behind and I jumped when I felt her warm, wet tongue glide up my slit. She did it again, more slowly that time, stopping to dip her tongue into my opening as far as she could.

My aching pussy clenched as the need for release built up inside of me. I tried rocking against her tongue, but it only resulted in her pulling away again. She continued like that for what felt like forever; lapping at my slit and tasting my wetness until body was vibrating with the need for orgasm, but she wouldn't let me. Every time I came close, she would pull away. Until she pulled away again, only to replace her tongue inside me with the same two skilled fingers I had watched her pound into another girl's pussy that fateful day.

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