On Your Knees

On Your Knees

A Vignette

By Maryanne Peters

When I heard that Kevin Hallett had changed his sex and was living as a woman up in Seattle, I could not believe what I was hearing. I just had to seek him out, and not with any good intentions.

I disliked Kevin Hallett, and maybe I even hated him. In high school he just seemed to have everything that guy -- smart, great at sports, popular with the girls -- and everybody said that he was a gentle soul with it. It seemed that he had everything that I didn't have, and I wanted it.

Then he moved on to college and I went to work in my father's engineering business. I did very well, and only better when my father died, and I bought my family out. I was in a financial position to be able to drop everything and head up to Seattle, to find Kevin and to fuck him.

I really didn't care what he looked like. Just the thought of laying out the great Kevin Hallett and getting inside that guy and dumping a load into him sounded oh so satisfying to me. My guess was that he would now be weak and passive, but I still had to get him alone and close to his bed -- or mine. But it would be good to fuck him in his own home.

I decided to engineer a casual meeting. I actually hired a private investigator to watch Kevin for a couple of weeks and find a regular routine so that I counter work out a place to meet by chance.

It so happened, that he went for a run on a Saturday morning, which came as no surprise. I was told the route, and I picked a spot quite near to his place and just before his exercise would be over. I got there early and waited, walking out just as the large woman slowed and checked time and heartrate.

It was Kevin all right, but surprisingly attractive -- even pretty. The long dark hair was tied up in a high ponytail. The shoulders were broad but had lost their muscle, and the sports bra held back a good-sized bust. The legs were long and smooth and might be the envy of many women.

"Excuse me, it sounds like a corny line, but don't I know you from somewhere?" I had rehearsed it. I knew Kevin well enough to know that he would not ignore it.

"I think you do, because I know you," The voice was surprising soft and feminine. "We were at school together. I am Kim Hallett, but you might remember me as Kevin Hallett." There was a sly smile, as if this line had been said before with amusing results.

"Wow! Kevin -- I mean Kim. You're gorgeous! Who would have thought? I bet you have a story to tell."

"Well, I do. If you have time I live just over there," said Kim. "It is cold, and I have coffee brewing and a fire burning inside. Why don't come in for a bit?"

"It is cold," I agreed. "Sure, why not?"

As I followed her (because she had clearly earned the pronoun) I found myself admiring her butt, and as she turned the key, I was close enough to smell her. It was not the smell of a man. It was slightly erotic and even arousing. This change had been radical. I was getting seriously horny.

"I need to take a shower," she said. "Help yourself to a coffee."

I poured out a coffee from the machine and I looked around. There were some photos on display but none of Kevin. A few family photos without him. A few photos of Kim -- clearly an outdoors sort of girl. There were some books about transgender subjects on clear display as if to signal to a visitor -- "Yes, the owner of this place is a transsexual".

I leafed through a few magazines. Women's magazines. Fashion and food, and lifestyles of the rich and famous.

When Kim came back in the room she was wearing very little. It was just a plain pink silk mightie, or if it was a dress it was basic. She was e=wearing shoes too, with a small heel but enough to show off those long, athletic legs. Her dark brown hair dangled around her broad shoulders but her arms were no longer powerful. That made me feel powerful. Kevin Hallett had been reduced to this -- a girl. She was tall and pretty and her eyes seemed to invite me in, but he was nothing like the man I hated.

I took my shirt and sweatshirt off together and threw them on the armchair behind me. I want Kim to see my manly chest and the shoulders I had developed. I felt totally in control and I needed to show her that.

"Get down on your knees," I directed her. She complied without question. I reached for my flies, now out of necessity more than anything else.

"I will suck your cock if you like but I would prefer to have everything you have got swimming inside me," she said. "I am not dressed like this to have a chat. My bedroom is just across the hall. Come with me."

She stood up and headed for the door. I followed. It was as if I had already lost control of everything.

"Let me take this off so you can play with my tits, but I will keep the shoes on," she said. "I think that heels in the air are sexy, don't you?"

As she lay down she leaned up and one of her big hands reached forward to wrap around my cock, firmly but without squeezing, to pull me towards her bush with its bright pink slit seeming to quiver slightly in anticipation. It was warm and moist and I shuddered with a sigh as her body swallowed all that I had.

"Fuck me, manchild," she said.

Manchild? What was that supposed to mean? I was in charge here. This bitch was my conquest. This huge dickless creature was mine to fuck. But it was only that act that was in my head. Everything else was gone. I was not going to say anything. I was going to let my cock do the talking, and the spitting.

I rode Kim as hard as I had ever ridden any woman and she just called out things like -- "That's it baby. Give it to me. Oh yes!"

And then came the moment when I felt her internal heat and my cock did what it was made to do and both of us took that tiny step onto a higher plane -- the doorsteps of heaven. I could only gasp and call out to the God I can only believe in, in that very moment.

The noise she made was half feminine squeal and half the quarterback's cry of victory.

I hated Kevin Hallett, but he is gone, and I think I am in love with Kim.

The End

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