Charisma Part 3

Although many transsexuals weren’t happy unless they underwent sex-reassignment surgery (or mutilation, as Tiffany thought of the procedure), trading their cocks and balls for artificial vaginas, Tiffany wasn’t one of them. In her mind, she wasn’t really a man trapped in a woman’s body. She was both--and neither--male nor female; she transcended sex as much as she transcended gender. For Tiffany, such concepts as “male” and “female” were as troublesome as they were obsolete; “shemale,” a term that suggested a hermaphroditic state of sexuality and gender suited her far better. She regarded herself as a third sex more than she regarded herself as a male with breasts or a “chick with a dick.” She dressed as a woman and used feminine pronouns in reference to herself only because such practices were expected by others. Nevertheless, it was exciting to be equipped with female genitals. “Temporary, please,” she told Charisma.

“Temporary they shall be, then,” the sorceress agreed. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to fuck you.”

Tiffany adopted the same position that Charisma had assumed when it had been Tiffany who’d fucked Charisma, kneeling on the couch with her ass high in the air, her legs well parted, and her weight on her elbows and knees. Except for the wonderful corset, the rest of Tiffany was naked, and Charisma enjoyed the sights of her round ass, the glistening crescent of her cunt, as seen from between her parted thighs, and her long, tapering legs. The sorceress took her place behind Tiffany, pointing her larger cock into the tender lips of her partner’s cunt and the smaller erection into Tiffany’s anus.

“Wait!” Tiffany cried.

“What is it?” Charisma asked.

“Won’t I need to be lubricated--behind, I mean.”

Charisma laughed. “I don’t think you’ll need to be concerned about that.