Shemale Erotica Box Set 2

One Hot Shemale Exchange Student-2

ONE HOT SHEMALE EXCHANGE STUDENNT

By

Jennifer Lynne

Brooke turned eighteenth halfway into her eight-week visit and it was as if someone had found her slut switch and flipped it to on. Overnight she had gone from her trademark tomboy jeans, baggy T-shirts and grimy sneakers to tight, plunging halter tops that revealed more tit than they hid, f**k-me heels and cut off shorts that fit so snug in to her crotch they would have made Daisy Duke blush. Perhaps it was because she’d just achieved the magic milestone age, and achieved it with her virginity intact that she’d decided to make the change?

But, whatever the reason, it was becoming especially hard for Jason – in more ways than one – especially since he’d discovered that the shemale exchange student packed a monster nine-inch surprise between those shapely legs of hers.

Jason had spent much of the previous summer over in England with Brooke’s family, although he’d not once seen this side of the T-girl; then, she’d been more interested in dirt biking and soccer than in boys – but now she was over here and just turned eighteen, all that had changed. As the summer – and Brooke’s visit – had progressed, Jason had found himself more and more being left at home with the exchange student, because his father, Bill, was either at work or out with his new girlfriend, Olivia. Jason thought that Olivia was okay; he even had a little crush on her as she was smoking hot and nearer Jason’s twenty-one years of age than his father’s – but she was nowhere near as sexy as Brooke had turned out to be, and most certainly she didn’t have nine inches of thick c**k hidden away.

And, although Olivia had brought a much needed feminine touch to the house and more than a little joy to Bill’s bed, Jason did miss the rapport he and his father had, which was more akin to that of good friends. The two would often go out together drinking and would even frequent the upper class strip joints around town, but all that had stopped the minute Olivia had arrived on the scene.

Since her unexpected transformation from ‘one of the boys’ to something altogether more wanton and s****l, Brooke had taken to parading around the Murphy’s spacious home wearing sexy, revealing clothes, very little, or when the mood struck her, nothing at all. And it was noticeable that she usually did the latter when it was just she and Jason at home.

“Could you please put something on?” Jason begged the pretty transsexual, hugging the fluffy red cushion across his knees in an attempt to hide the growing bulge in his crotch.

“I did,” Brooke protested and for emphasis she tugged at the strap that held up the string bikini that barely concealed her ample breasts and made Jason wonder just where the hell she’d hidden that magnificent d**k of hers. “Now, where did I put my iPod?” She made an exaggerated show of bending over in front of Jason to reach beneath the armchair, her round, peachy ass raised high in the air and adorned by nothing more than a thin piece of colored string and a miniscule triangle of cloth that only just about covered her hairless c**k and balls.

“You know what I mean,” Jason complained, “just look at you!”

Brooke retrieved her iPod and straightened up. She stood there in front of Jason with her petite, lithe body tanned and curved in all the right places and she placed her hands on her hips. She cast a glance down her own body, over the twin mounds of her full breasts, along her flat belly, on to her colourfully covered she-gina mound and right the way down to her sexy bare feet with their garishly decorated toes. “Everything’s covered; I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Jason.” Brooke smiled at Jason’s blushing face and hit the play button on her iPod.

Through the ethereal magic of Bluetooth, music spilled out from Bill Murphy’s incredibly expensive HiFi system – it was a grungy tune by some local band Brooke had gotten in to of late - initially because she had wanted to f**k the lead guitarist, although much to her dismay he’d turned out to already have a boyfriend.

Brooke began to dance.

“Do you mind?” Jason whined. “I’m trying to watch the ball game.”

“Why watch football when you can watch this?” Brooke teased as she gyrated her hips and bikini clad groin less than a foot or so away from Jason’s ever-reddening face. She flicked her head back as she danced, tossing her thick mane of luxurious, brunette hair over her sun browned shoulders. Slowly, seductively the shemale stroked her hands up and down her smooth, curved sides, stopping just short of the sensual curvature of her large, firm breasts that bulged out either side of the inadequate triangles of cloth that stretched taut across her stiffening n*****s. “Don’t you want to dance with me, Jason?” Brooke purred and reached out an inviting hand towards him.

“No, I do not,” Jason snapped, all the while trying his best to ignore Brooke’s exposed flesh as it moved sensually and directly so closely in front of him in sensual time to the music. Determined not to be tempted, Jason then made a big show of leaning sideways on the couch to look around the shemale’s curvy butt at the TV, but all he could concentrate upon was the shapely expanse of tanned thighs that were lean and toned from years of playing soccer.

Impeccably in time to the grinding music and copying moves she’d seen on the porn channels, Brooke smoothed her hands down over her t**s, at the same time juggling them a little and circling the bikini-covered n*****s with her slim fingers. When she knew she’d caught Jason’s undivided attention, she quickly pulled down one of the miniscule cloth triangles and flashed him her perky, rosebud n****e.

“Will you please not do that?” Jason groaned, he really wished that Garry, his best bud’ since sixth grade was there – he was already an hour late and when he was around, Brooke tended to leave Jason alone and directed her flirtations at him, mostly because she had a major crush on Garry Marshall.

“Why? Am I making it hard for you, my dear, sweet Jason?” Brooke laughed, her voice silky smooth and seductive.

“You are pissing me off, that’s what you’re doing,” Jason’s face then flushed even brighter at the sudden, brief appearance of the futa exchange student’s other n****e.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance with me?” Brooke purred once more as she snaked her hands down over her smooth, flat belly and on towards the triangle of neon pink cloth that nestled between her legs.

“Quite sure, thank you. Now will you just leave me alone? Please!” Jason said curtly as he readjusted the cushion on his lap, suddenly aware that his shifting around had just exposed to his shemale would-be seductress the now full-on erection that was attempting to burst its way through his shorts.

Brooke stepped towards Jason and lowered herself down to grind her crotch on his bare knee. “I shaved this morning – look,” she said and pulled the slip of material to one side to give him a good and proper look at her bare c**k and balls.

“I can see that,” Jason said. There was brusqueness in his voice but he simply couldn’t help himself but gaze at Brooke’s thick, veiny c**k – impressive even though not yet hard – that was tucked back between her legs, and the bulging pink sack of her delicious balls.

“Oh, suit yourself,” Brooke chastised with a huff. She stood up, flicked off the music and walked from the room. “I’ll be in the hot tub if you change your mind.” She walked – no, sashayed – away from Jason, her hips swaying and all-but bare buttocks jiggling in a most alluring way.

Jason watched her leave, the ache in his d**k almost unbearable. He wasn’t sure if the T-girl had any idea what effect she’d been having on him lately, having metamorphosed practically overnight from annoying nerd to s*x siren whilst he wasn’t paying attention. And just why she bothered with that dumb bikini at all was beyond him, since it didn’t cover much of her body and she always took it off in the tub anyways – Jason clearly had much to learn.

He did figure, though, that Brooke’s newly discovered sexuality was something she hadn’t quite gotten used to yet – like a learner driver given a performance sports car to drive - and he hoped to dear heaven that she would settle down sometime soon, otherwise the remainder of the summer was going to be unbearable for him and his poor, tormented c**k.

Or he may just have to take her up on her blatant offers of hot, shemale f*****g.

The second the outside door slammed shut behind Brooke’s shapely rump, Jason tossed aside the cushion and sprinted from the couch; there was the perfect vantage point in Dad’s bedroom from which there was a full view of their hot tub.

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