What Am I? Ch. 03

Chapter Three: Dr. Scott

As soon as I entered her house, I pounced on her. Without Mike and without Tommy and his wife, I had only Jenny left, and once a week was definitely not enough. She was starving too and kept kissing me, while she was shedding her clothes. By the time we reached the bedroom, we were already naked, and a trail of clothes was strewn from the entrance to the bedroom.

She threw me down on the bed, held my cock in her palm and licked my cunt from end to end. Her tongue explored every spot and every hidden fold. Her focus on my slit made her hand sloppy on my shaft.

"Are we lesbians today?" I asked.

"We're whatever you want us to be, as long as it ends in endless orgasms."

"Then leave my cunt and focus on the cock," I requested.

"You're leaking fluids like a pregnant woman before giving birth," she said apologetically. It was the truth. My panties were so wet they stopped absorbing, and I felt the fluids dripping down my thighs. "And no matter how much I lick, more and more fluids keep coming," she added.

I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her towards me for a kiss. "Today I am a man, and you are a woman," I said. "No dildo."

I crushed her full breasts, licked her nipples, and went down toward her stomach and from there to the center of her being between her legs. I teased her until she couldn't take it anymore, and then I penetrated her and fucked her fast and hard. I lay on top of her, pressing my tits against hers, squeezing her breasts with mine. She slid her hands between our breasts and moved them back and forth, rubbing her palms against our nipples. Her legs were spread wide, and she dug her heels into the bed, lifting her hips toward me with every thrust. I propped myself up slightly on my elbows, and she pressed my nipples to hers, pinching them together.

"You're very creative today," I said.

"Ugh, shut up and fuck me," she said, as I kissed her nonstop--on her lips, her face, her neck.

As expected, we both came very quickly, but I didn't slow down. I kept fucking her and she swung her legs up in the air, grabbed my ass, and pulled me inside her with force. Her head tilted to the side, and she started panting and moaning, "Ah... ah... ah..."

Then she locked her ankles on my back and pressed me forcefully against her body as she reached another orgasm. I turned her to stand on her knees and penetrated her again in doggy style. She shook her hips up and down, making my orgasm climb fast. I massaged her asshole and then slid a finger into it. She let out a short scream and collapsed onto the bed, her face buried in the pillow. In that position, there's room for a lot of creativity, and she moved her hips in circular motions that drove me insane, and probably her too.

"Jenny, you're a champion," I moaned.

I quickly came inside her with a heavy sigh, and seconds later she came again.

This time, I fell onto the bed, and she pounced on my cock, sucking it hard. I was far from satisfied, and it didn't take her long to get my prick hard again. She lay on her side with her back to me, grabbed my shaft, and guided it to her asshole.

When we were done, she clung to me and whispered, "I set a personal record. Eight orgasms." It was a personal record for me too -- five orgasms. I didn't think I could cum that many times in a row.

We lay side by side and talked, caressing each other's bodies, and then we did a slow, loving encore. Only when we were finished did the sentence that every sex partner dreads come -- "I met a guy..."

*****

I entered the hospital's website. There was a page about Dr. Caroline Scott, and it said that she was born in Leipzig, Germany, completed a bachelor's and master's degree in psychology at the local university, and a doctorate at Georg-August-Universität Göttingen. After that, she completed another doctorate in psychoanalysis at JFK University in Buenos Aires, and she has been working at the hospital since 2020. Nothing was said about her personal life.

I searched for Dr. Reese and, to my surprise, found a detailed page about Professor Eddie Reese, head of the urology department at the hospital. Nice, so the honorable doctor is a department head. She was born in the Netherlands, studied medicine in Heidelberg, Germany, but specialized in urology and sexual function at the university hospital in Amsterdam. After that, she underwent additional specialization in genital surgery in France. Nothing about her personal life.

I searched for both of them on social networks and in every database, I could access, but without success. They didn't even appear in the phone company's directory. I managed to find the official websites of all the educational institutions they studied at, but I didn't find a single word about either of them.

Frustrating.

*****

Without Mike, Tommy, and Jenny, I was left only with my hand, and that was a very unhappy situation. So I returned to the Trannies' Club dressed as a woman, hoping to meet Professor Haas again. I hoped that dressed as a woman, he wouldn't recognize me and wouldn't run away. The thought of Haas led to the thought of Kenny, of his very big cock and round ass, and I already started feeling butterflies in my lower stomach. There's a good chance that a fuck with Professor Haas would lead to a fuck with Kenny too.

I sat at the end of the bar and ordered a fruit cocktail. The beautiful tranny with the masculine voice came in and immediately approached me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Waiting for someone?" she asked.

"Hoping to meet someone," I answered.

"Well, if you want me, I'll be at the other side of the bar," she said. "I'm very interested."

After an hour, I realized Professor Haas wasn't coming. I made eye contact with the tranny, and she started walking toward me, but before she could reach me, a young guy, more or less my age, sat down next to me, wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a brown leather jacket.

"What are we drinking?" he addressed me. From the first moment, he created antagonism in me toward him, and that's a shame because he was a very handsome man, with beautiful blue eyes and light hair tied up in a ponytail on top of his head.

"We're not drinking, only I'm drinking, and you're babbling."

"That's about to change in a moment," he said with the confidence of a man women throw themselves at. He signaled to the bartender and said, "Give me the same as her and add a shot of tequila." And then, as if in an afterthought, he added, "And add a shot of gin for the lady. That okay with you?"

The bartender glanced at me, and I nodded.

The guy turned to me and said, "I'm Claude, by the way." He was so transparent I almost burst out laughing. It was obvious Claude wasn't his real name and that he'd chosen a French name for himself. Maybe that attracts women, who doesn't want a French lover?

"Michelle," I said shortly.

"Text your friend there's no point in him coming. You're already taken."

"Am I really taken? I didn't notice."

"Oh, you're totally taken, maybe even in love."

"Wow," I said, "well, we'll see about that."

"First time I'm here," he said. He glanced around and added, "There aren't any real men here."

"Except for you," I replied with sarcasm. And then, "There aren't any real women here either."

"Except for you," he shot back. I didn't correct him. For now, I went along with it.

"So that's your technique?" I asked as the bartender served him his cocktail and fixed mine. "Get the woman drunk to lower her resistance?"

"Ouch, you hurt the apple of my eye. You think I need alcohol to seduce a woman?"

"You?" I said, again with sarcasm. "No way!"

He caught the sarcasm and went quiet for a moment. "What are we drinking to?" he asked, and I thought it couldn't get shallower than that.

"To the first man to walk into this respected institution since it was founded," I said with obvious sarcasm.

"I'll drink to that." Of course. I didn't burst out laughing, but I really wanted to.

"Manly, handsome, and charming too," I said, trying hard to suppress my laughter. "What more could a woman ask for?"

"Also very smart," he added with utmost seriousness. And then he burst out laughing. "You're probably wondering who this prick that landed on you is."

"A similar question crossed my mind, just in less blunt phrasing."

"Suits you," he smiled. "There's something very honest about you."

"It's that obvious?" I asked. If only he knew...

"I go to bars to drink sometimes. Straight bars, gay bars, trannies bars, whatever comes up. Everyone puts on a show, tries to pretend to be something they're not, but you? One can see the honesty on your face."

"And you?" I asked. "You're not trying to pretend? With all that fake self-confidence?"

"It's not fake self-confidence," he said and winked at me. "It's my natural charm."

I smiled and focused my gaze on my drink. I wondered how he'd react if the beautiful tranny got even closer and hugged me. I even considered hinting to her to come over, but I had to jab at him a bit more.

"So... what kind of motorcycle do you have?" I asked.

"Wow," he raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I ride a motorcycle?"

"It fits the character you're trying to build for yourself," I replied.

"You should be a profiler at the FBI."

"My boyfriend is an FBI agent," I said. "I'll ask him if they have a job for me."

"Oh, dear, and you didn't text him not to come."

"Scared of him?" I asked.

"My strength is here," he said, pointing to his temple, "not here," he pointed to his biceps muscle. There was something real in that. He had the arrogance of a successful high-tech guy.

"Don't worry. He's not coming. He's abroad," I said, and then asked, "Why are you so sure you're so smart?"

"You can see it on me, right?" he said and added, "Besides being so beautiful, I'm also a senior researcher at an information security company." Oops, now this was starting to get interesting.

"You actually seem more like a college student to me."

"I'm studying at the university. I got an exemption from college."

"And that's why you think your self-confidence is justified," I said.

"In life, I have a lot more self-confidence," he confessed. "In bars, my self-confidence isn't that strong."

"So, in life, you're even more extrovert than you are now?" I asked. "I'm not sure I want to meet you."

"Oh, you really want to," he said. "I assure you."

"Why do you think everyone in bars is fake?"

"That's how I feel. In a straight pub, women try to make an impression that they're much more than they are. And here? No offense, but look around, all these shemales know they're men, they have a man's voice and man's movements, but they try so hard to act like women. Isn't that fake?"

"And maybe they feel like women? Maybe they want to feel like women?"

He went quiet for a moment and then admitted, "There's something in what you're saying. I take my words back."

"A moment of honesty," I said.

He chuckled. "I'm not fake. When I'm wrong, I know how to admit it."

"You, yourself, said you fake a self-confidence in bars."

"That's not what I said. At least not what I meant. What I wanted to say is that I try to recreate my everyday behavior. In life, I have a lot of self-confidence. And rightly so."

I didn't laugh. "I'm sure it's justified," I said with a serious face, hoping he'd catch the sarcasm.

He caught it. He went quiet for a moment, and I asked, "When did you manage to gain your experience in information security? In school? You didn't spill secrets to anyone?"

"Worse than that. I hacked into all sorts of websites." Now this was very interesting. If it was true.

"What websites? Stole exams from the school secretary?" I hoped I sounded sarcastic enough to get a reaction.

"When I was 14, I hacked into my dad's bank's information system and erased his mortgage. They still haven't figured it out."

"You remember my boyfriend is an FBI agent," I said. "So how did you get caught?" It was obvious he'd been exposed somehow, otherwise no information security company would know about him.

"Nobody's perfect," he said with a smirk. "A few years later, I hacked into an insurance company's information system, and the company that provided their security caught me."

"Yes," I said slowly. "Really, nobody's perfect."

"It was just bad luck, one in a million. The system backed itself up exactly when I was inside it."

"Okay, I think I got the idea," I said. "What do you say if I give you a test? If you pass, you can take me to your bed. Work for you?"

But he caught me right away. "So that's the deal? I hack into some website for you, and you'll give yourself to me? And here I thought you wanted me because I'm so beautiful and smart."

I almost puked. "Don't boast yourself," I said. "You're not that great."

He went quiet for a moment and then said, "Give us a chance to get to know each other. When you know me better, I think you'll change your mind."

"What do you think if we start with you stopping acting and just being you, like you feel now, and not like you think you need to feel?"

He went quiet again. His gaze sank into his drink, and suddenly he collapsed. "I don't know why it is," he whispered. "I get close to a woman, and all my confidence evaporates. I suddenly feel so weak."

"And because you don't succeed in straights bars? You thought with shemales it would be easier for you?" I can be cruel sometimes.

He went quiet again.

I felt sorry for him. I stroked his hand and said, "You're smart, that's very clear, and you don't need the fake self-confidence to be charming."

"Really? I'm charming even without it?" he chuckled, putting on a show of himself from a few minutes ago.

"You're a handsome man, and you're smart. Be content with that."

"Does that mean we're leaving here together?" he asked.

"Maybe," I said.

He sipped his drink and sent me a hesitant look, not knowing how to continue.

We talked for a few more minutes until we finished drinking, and then I said, "Okay, let's get out of here."

"You'll enjoy my motorcycle," he said. "When have you felt 20 horsepower vibrating between your legs?"

"Don't ruin it," I said. "First, I'm not dressed for riding a motorcycle. And second, I have a car here."

He scanned me and said, "Okay, follow me, we'll go to my place. But one day I'll take you for a motorcycle ride. It's the feeling of ultimate freedom."

I got up from my seat and sent an apologetic gesture to the beautiful tranny who was still sitting alone. She smiled and sent me a kiss.

On the way out, I said, "You know, most charming men are pretty lousy in bed."

"Define 'lousy'," he said.

"They're caught up in their own pleasure, don't know how to satisfy a woman, and are very quick."

"I promise you I'm not caught up in myself, and I'm not quick at all. As for the other thing, I'm not sure, you'll tell me at the end of the evening."

"Okay," I said. "Two out of three. Let's go for it." He laughed and hugged my waist.

He lived in one of the more expensive areas of the city. He had a large apartment, furnished in good taste with expensive furniture. I doubted he chose the furniture; the apartment had the fingerprint of an interior designer. He probably earned a lot at the company he worked for.

He took me in his arms, resting his forehead on mine. With my high heels, we were the same height. His blue eyes looked into mine, and he whispered, "I'm glad you came."

I kissed him lightly on his lips, and he kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I pushed him back and said, "First thing, I'll need to teach you how to kiss."

He was embarrassed and said, "Sorry."

I kissed him again gently on his lips and said, "Kiss gently. At first, only with the lips, and then, put your tongue in just a little. Like you're licking my lips."

He kissed me again, and I said, "Now that was better. In the end, I'll make you a truly charming man."

He burst out laughing and said, "Want to see my apartment?"

"First of all, I want to know your real name. And it's not Claude."

He was embarrassed again. "Malcolm. Mel."

"Okay, Mel, let's see your apartment."

He placed his jacket on a chair in the kitchen and took me to a room whose door was locked with a biometric lock. He presented his eye to the scanner, and the door opened.

"This is my holy of holies," he said. "The workroom."

I entered almost in awe. The room was impressive. It had six large computer monitors arranged in two rows, two keyboards, and not a single printer. I assume that in the field of information security, printing is the biggest offense there can be, but it's not like I really have any idea what I'm talking about.

We continued to a huge bathroom, with a jacuzzi the size of a small room, and I noticed the tip of a vibrator peeking out from one of the drawers. And then we reached the bedroom. I stood in the doorway, stunned -- the room had a huge, round bed!

He took a remote and pressed a button, and the bed started to rotate. I burst out laughing. "Stop it," I shouted, "you'll make me dizzy."

He took me in his arms again, laid me gently on the bed, and kissed me. "I'm so glad you came," he said again, "you're so beautiful."

I ran my hand over his chest and pulled his T-shirt off him. He stroked my chest through my dress and then tried clumsily to take it off me.

"Wait a moment," I said. I got up and stood with my back to him, and he opened the zipper on the back of my dress, letting it fall to the floor, and before I could turn around, he took off his pants. I turned to him, and his gaze fell on my cock, clearly visible through the elastic panties. He stepped back quickly and fell to sit on the bed.

"I...," he tried to speak, "I... you..."

"Yes, I'm a shemale," I said sharply. "What did you expect to find in a trannies bar?"

"I... I...," he stammered again. And then he buried his face in his hands, composed himself, and said, "I'm such an idiot. You're right. I apologize for hurting you."

I approached him and stroked his face. He lowered his hands and apologized again, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay," I said. "Now tell me why you went to a shemale bar."

"The truth?" he was embarrassed again. "I was looking for a fuck."

"You don't succeed with women, so you thought it would be easier with a shemale," I said.

He nodded and said, "That's the whole idea of shemales, isn't it?"

"First of all, no!" I replied sharply. "But I agree with you that it's easier to score a fuck with a shemale. So, if you intended to take a shemale home from the start, what scared you?"

He lowered his gaze, ashamed. "Just the shock of you being a shemale. I was sure you were a woman."

All the antagonism I had toward him when we first met disappeared, and sympathy took its place. Smart or not, successful or not, in his relationships with women, he was just a lost boy. I pushed him to a lying position, took off my panties, and lay next to him, stroking his face. He was skinny, with thin, straight, gorgeous legs, shaped like a pole dancer's in a bar. His body was covered in a fine layer of hair, like many women have on their forearms, short and light hair.

"Look at me, Mel," I said. He raised his blue gaze to me, and I continued, "Did you really think you'd take a shemale home and fuck her, and that's it? It didn't occur to you that she'd want to fuck you too?"

He recoiled as if I'd slapped his face and stammered again, "I... I apologize. This is all one big mistake of mine. I didn't know shemales fuck back."

"You've never seen shemale porn?" I asked.

"I've seen it. But I thought that's just in porn."

"Do you know what UFMIFU is?" I asked. He shook his head no, and I explained, "It means -- U Fuck Me, I Fuck U."

He shook his head. "I'm straight," he said, but I knew deep down he wasn't entirely straight. He had already considered the option of homosexual relations. I took his hand and placed it on my cock. He flinched, but I kept pressing his hand to my cock.

"If we're going to be lovers, you need to feel comfortable with my cock," I said.

"I'm straight," he said again.

"Didn't I see a vibrator in your bathroom?" I asked. He lowered his eyes, and I continued, "You fantasize about a dick in your ass, don't you?"

His lips moved silently, and he didn't respond. I kissed him gently on his lips, and he returned a kiss. "Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked.

"I really want to..."

"And I want to fuck you too. You'll love it."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"If you accept it, it won't hurt at all. If you don't quite accept it, it'll hurt a little at first, but the pleasure that comes afterward will be a thousand times better."

I pulled his head, and he buried it between my tits, whispering again, "You're so beautiful." His hand, which was holding my cock, cupped my balls, and I knew he had given in. He let go of my cock and started stroking my tits and licking my nipples. From my tits, he went down to my stomach and then faced my hard cock.

He grabbed my hard cock, stuck out his tongue, and licked the tip of it with the end of his tongue. His gaze rose to me for approval, and I stroked his head, wrapping his ponytail around my hand. He licked the tip of my cock again and then licked the frenulum.

"I've never done this," he whispered.

"Do what you'd want me to do to you," I said.

He licked the frenulum again and then the whole rod from the balls to the glans. Once, twice, and then he put the head of my prick in his mouth and sucked. He took a bit more of it in and licked the frenulum inside his mouth. I stroked his smooth hair and then his nape. I didn't want to push him to take my cock deeper; he'll do it on his own when he felt comfortable.

A few minutes later, half my shaft was in his mouth. He was a lousy sucker, and that's another thing I'd need to teach him, but he was beautiful like a Greek god, and I wanted to fuck him. I gave him a few more minutes to play with my cock and then lifted his head off it and laid him back down next to me.

I lay next to him, stroking his face, and said, "We'll do it like this. First, I'll give you a blowjob. Then you'll give me one. After that, I'll fuck your beautiful ass, and finally, you'll fuck my ass. How does that sound?"

He came back to himself and smirked. "Making sure, huh? You'll fuck me first, so I don't kick you out of the house before you get a chance to fuck me."

I slapped him gently on his face. "Stop talking nonsense, I trust you," I said. "Besides, didn't you say you can see the honesty on my face?"

He kissed me quickly and said, "You're honest, I'm the one who hasn't proven his honesty."

"After I'll fuck you, your orgasm in my ass will be incredible. That's why it's better if I fuck you first. I want you to have an experience you won't forget." And then I added, "But first, I'll need to prepare your asshole. We'll do it a few times so it's easier for you to take me in your ass. Lie on your stomach."

I took out the lube spray from my purse and sprayed it on his asshole, then gently pushed a finger inside. "Slow," he groaned. "Be gentle."

I found his prostate and stroked it with the tip of my finger. He groaned suddenly, "God, what's that?"

"That's the start of the fun," I said.

I fucked his ass with one finger, then rotated it around the rectal muscle, trying to widen the hole, and finally pushed in another finger. The pressure on the muscle drew a surprised cry from him, "Ahhh... ughhh..."

With two fingers in his ass, it was easier for me to touch his prostate. I stroked it and then rotated my hand, letting my fingers move against the hole. This time he groaned with pleasure. "Michelle... ughhh..."

I pulled my fingers out of his ass and said, "Okay, that's enough for now. Lie on your back."

I sucked his cock like I know how. He groaned in pleasure, and his whole body trembled. I didn't let him cum, and every time I thought he was close, I took his cock out of my mouth and licked it along its length. His cock was about the size of mine, straight, smooth, and very pleasant to the touch. I felt his stomach contracting and releasing and his legs trembling, and then I asked, "If you cum now, will it get hard again?"

"Sometimes after the third time, it takes a bit of time to get hard again," he returned to his basic arrogance.

I slapped him on his thigh and said, "One arrogant guy. Okay, then feel comfortable cumming in my mouth."

I put the tip of his penis in my mouth and sucked it in, like sucking spaghetti. When it was all in my mouth, tickling my throat, I pulled my mouth upward, drawing the blood to the glans. He groaned loudly. When only the glans remained in my mouth, I sucked his frenulum. He writhed, and his body arched, and then he came in my mouth with a strong sigh, accompanied by a muffled cry, "Mishhhhellll..."

I kept sucking him a bit more and then patted his thigh and said, "Back to the stomach."

He turned quickly, waiting for me to insert a finger into his asshole. I lubed his hole again, only this time I immediately pushed two fingers inside. He didn't resist, and it went smoothly. I played with his hole for a few minutes and then pushed in a third finger. This time he let out a short cry of pain. With three fingers in his ass, it's hard to reach the prostate, so I just settled for widening his hole and then lay on my back next to him, crossing my ankles. He got up from his place and tried to spread my legs. "I like it like this," I said. "Go with me."

He shrugged and put my shaft in his mouth. Suddenly something bothered him, and he said, "You won't cum in my mouth, right? I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"Don't worry. I'll cum in your ass."

"What I did to you earlier was okay?"

"There's always room for improvement. Always try to steal ideas from whoever sucked you before."

This time he sucked much better. Finally, I lifted his head off me and told him to lie on his back. I lifted one of his legs onto my shoulder, turning him to lie half on his side, and so I penetrated him slowly. Despite all the preparation and despite him expecting it, he let out another short cry of pain. I penetrated him until the tip of my cock pressed on his prostate. His cry of pain turned into a moan of pleasure.

I fucked him with quick movements, hitting his prostate with every thrust, and he didn't stop moaning loudly, "Ahhh... ahhh..."

His legs were so beautiful and shapely that I couldn't stop stroking the leg that was on my shoulder, from the foot to the butt and back. I squeezed his beautiful butt and kissed his calf, while fucking him. He moaned again and again and then grabbed his cock and pulled it hard.

I stopped for a moment and said to him, "It takes a lot of practice, but if you manage to cum while I'm fucking your ass, it'll be the best orgasm you'll ever have."

His beautiful body, the lovely legs, and the soft ass raised my blood pressure. He was much sexier than my waitress. I could fuck him for hours, if not for my orgasm threatening to erupt. To delay the orgasm a bit, I pulled myself out of him, squeezed his butt, and said, "Turn around and get on your knees."

He did as I said, and I penetrated him again, squeezing his round, smooth buns. This time I couldn't hold it back anymore and quickly came in his ass. I fell on his back and whispered, "Mel, you have an amazing ass."

I lay next to him and played with his cock. To my surprise, it got hard quickly even without a blowjob. I squirted some lube on my asshole and then lay on my side and said to him, "Now you can fuck me. Spooning position, know it?"

He jumped up happily and lay behind me. I grabbed his cock and guided it to the right hole. He inserted his cock all the way and pressed hard on my prostate. Honestly, I could stay like that without moving, and that's it. The fucking is unnecessary. He probably didn't agree with me and fucked me with the enthusiasm of a virgin guy fucking a woman for the first time. His heavy cock hit me hard, and I moaned time after time, encouraging him to keep going and tear me apart. I grabbed my dick and masturbated urgently. His cock was long enough to massage my prostate but also thick enough to give me a good feeling in the hole itself.

When he came, I felt his whole-body trembling behind me. He shot a jet into me, and another jet, and a few more, as he called out loudly, "Mmmmiiishhhhellll... ohhh..."

I came again a minute later, dirtied his sheets.

In all my excitement over his wonderful body, I forgot that I wanted him to hack into the DOI system and tell me if Reese and Scott are married, but he didn't forget.

"Didn't you want me to check something for you?"

"Can you hack into government systems?" I asked.

"If it's a civilian system, no problem; even if it's a classified system, I can, but I won't do that."

I reassured him it was a civilian system and explained what I wanted. He promised to do it for me.

*****

The truth is I gave up on finding Professor Haas at the club. He probably put one big X on that bar, at least until I'll finish college. But Kenny didn't give up. The end of the academic year was approaching, and that morning we had a bibliographic exam on the reading material in ethics. For months we studied for this exam. We sat two chairs apart from each other and dealt with the exam. Professor Haas passed between the students and peeked over their shoulders at the form in front of them. The bastard, now he's sure to remember what my name is, the question is whether it's to give me an F or to give me an A.

But Professor Haas surprised. It turns out he was actually interested in Kenny. He leaned over him for a long time, surveying his answers. From the corner of my eye, I saw the bulge in Kenny's pants. It seems to me that Professor Haas saw it too and was impressed. All that evening, Kenny walked around with a slight erection in his pants. I pointed at the erection and said, "If that's because of me, I'll cut it off."

He laughed and said, "Trying to get back at me? It's not because of you; it's because of Professor Haas. Now I'm sure--he has breasts, I felt them on my shoulder."

"So now you're crushing on him even without women's clothes?"

"Now I'm imagining him naked, without any kind of clothes."

"Someone here is developing homosexual tendencies," I said. "Don't get near my ass."

He sat next to me, his thigh touching my thigh, and the warmth of his body gave me a slight shiver again. "What do we do with him? We must catch him in women's clothes."

"I tried," I said. "I peeked a few times at that bar, and he wasn't there."

"Maybe there's another shemales bar?" he asked.

Good idea, I thought, I need to ask Cindy, the waitress. Later that evening, I called her.

"Hey Michelle," she answered happily. "When are we meeting?"

"Is Wednesday still your free day?" I asked, and when she confirmed, I added, "So come to my apartment at seven PM?"

Although in general, Mel had a much more beautiful and sexy body than Cindy's, Cindy had two advantages--first, her small, perky breasts, and second, her soft body I so loved to squeeze.

She entered my apartment and immediately hugged my waist and pressed herself against my body. To my surprise, she had an erection. "I missed your fat cock," she said.

I grabbed her soft butts, squeezed them, and answered, "I missed your soft buns too."

I lifted her with her butt, placed her on the table, and took off her panties. "What do we have here?" I said with satisfaction. When her prick was very hard, it looked a bit longer, maybe this time she'll manage to tickle my prostate.

"I took Viagra," she said shyly. "This time I want to fuck you properly."

The feeling of her cock, when it's hard, in my mouth was a new experience. Even so, it went into my mouth completely without any difficulty. I sucked it, rubbing my tongue on its soft part, and squeezing her soft thighs. She grabbed my head and screamed, "Michelle, I need your ass."

I took her to bed, and in a moment, we were both naked. I tried to explain to her that I'm a hermaphrodite and that I have a pussy, but she didn't really listen, or didn't understand what I was saying.

"Your cunt doesn't interest me," she said. "I want to fuck your ass."

I stood on my knees and guided her cock to my asshole. It really was a different feeling to feel her cock so hard in my ass. In a hermaphrodite like me, the prostate is located deeper, so her shaft didn't really hit it, but it caused a pleasant tickle there. With a strong erection, she didn't cum so quickly either; and when she came, her whole body trembled in ecstasy.

As always, her soft body raised my temperature. I squeezed her breasts and her thighs, but she was impatient. She pushed me onto my back and impaled her ass on my cock, screaming, "Mommy, yes, yes, oh my god, it's good."

When I came, she sucked my cock until it got hard again and then lay on her back and raised her legs up. "Tear me apart," she commanded. "Now!"

For the next hour, I fucked her in every possible position, and when her cock got hard again, she stopped me in the middle of fucking and screamed, "Stop! Stop! My cock is hard; I want to fuck your insane ass again."

This time I lay on my back, and she fucked me again with enthusiasm. In my opinion, even in this position, she didn't notice I have a pussy.

When we finished, she got up and went to shower. I stayed on the bed for a few more minutes and then peeked into the shower, and what I saw there made my cock jump to a full erection. She stood in the shower, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. In one hand, she directed the Handheld Shower Head to her small balls, while her other hand, covered in soap, rubbed her small cock that looked smooth and pleasant. Her breasts trembled as waves of pleasure passed through her body, and the muscles of her thighs contracted and released alternately.

I kept looking at her, as I stroked my hard cock, until she shot jets of cum on the transparent glass of the shower stall. Her legs collapsed under her, and she turned and leaned her forehead on the wall with her legs spread. Her butts parted, and I saw her pink, puckered asshole. I didn't hesitate. I entered the shower stall and inserted my cock into her ass in one thrust.

"Michelle," she screamed. "Oh my god, Michelle..."

I hugged her waist and lifted her in the air, fucking her nonstop. She still held the Handheld Shower Head, only this time she aimed it at my balls and my pussy. The double stimulation on my clit and my dick made my legs tremble, and her screams only aroused me more, "Michelle, tear me apart, yes, yes..."

It was the second time in my life that I came with my cock and clit at the same time, and my legs barely held me. I leaned on the wall, crushing her soft body against it.

When we finished showering, I wiped her pleasant body and then asked, "Cindy, is there another place for trannies, besides the Trannies' Club?"

"What happened?" she asked with a mischievous smile. "You already managed to fuck all the regulars at the Trannies'?"

"Just feel like changing the atmosphere," I dodged.

And then she told me about 'The Lex,' a small and very exclusive bar where most of its customers are trannies.

*****

The morning before the class with Professor Haas, the grades for the bibliographic exam were published. Both of us, Kenny and I, got an A. Toward the end of the class, Professor Haas referred to the exam and then asked, "Who is Kenny Ryder?" As if he didn't know...

Kenny raised his hand hesitantly, and the professor said, "An exceptional exam. Zero mistakes."

That same evening, we found The Lex and went inside to peek. It really was a small place, just a very long bar and one row of tables, and also quite dark. The bar was located in the basement of an open industrial building, which ruled out any possibility of monitoring the entrance to the bar without standing suspiciously near the entrance.

"We'll have to wait for him inside," I said.

"He'll recognize us right away and disappear," Kenny said. "There aren't even back tables there. Everything's exposed."

I had the solution, but I didn't want to be the one to bring it up, so I suggested, "Maybe we recruit someone he doesn't know to sit at the bar?"

"Come on," Kenny replied. "Who? My mom?" I waited for him to bring up the solution I really wanted.

"We'll have to go in disguise," Kenny said. Nice, there's progress.

"Disguise, like what? Donald Duck? A robber's mask? Corona is over."

"Disguise like his," Kenny said. Hallelujah.

"Dress up as women?" I asked. "I have no idea how to do that."

He was quiet for a moment and then said, "Let me check on that."

*****

Two days later, Kenny's mom came to visit, dragging a suitcase behind her, which made me wonder if she came to visit or to stay. Honestly, a threesome with Kenny's mom seemed to me not to be a bad idea at all. First of all, she was thinner than she appeared in the pictures Kenny showed me. Tight jeans can't lie and flattered her long legs and firm butt. Her breasts were heavy and swayed slightly with every step. Her hair was dyed dark blonde and fell smoothly on her shoulders, and she was made up very delicately, with matte red lipstick that highlighted her full lips. Just the thought of those lips wrapping around my dick caused me a slight erection and a flood of fluids from my pussy.

She opened the suitcase and pulled out sets of women's clothes--dresses, women's suits, skirts--and said, "Let's see what will suit you. I have a pretty good idea about Kenny, so we'll start with you, Michelle."

Her hands brushed over my body as she fitted the clothes to my body, and her gaze wandered more than once toward my crotch. To hell with Haas, I'd settle for Kenny's mom.

An hour later, we were dressed in women's clothes and practicing walking in high heels. Not surprisingly at all, it turned out I was more talented at walking with high heels. And then we moved on to makeup, and she taught us to apply lipstick and do eye makeup. When we finished, Kenny surveyed me and said, "Forget Professor Haas. I'm ready to do Michelle here and now."

Nice idea, I thought, but out loud I said, "Go fuck yourself, you fucked-up gay." And I threw a high heel at him.

"Need to be gay to do anal?" Kenny's mom intervened. And again, the thought of a threesome with her took over my mind.

"Need to be gay to fuck a man's ass," I said, keeping up the straight guy image, and hinting that we have a woman's ass here.

"Ass is ass," Kenny's mom ruled.

"But a cock in the ass isn't toilet paper," I replied.

"It's at most like shitting after hard constipation," she said and burst out laughing.

After she left, I said to Kenny, "Your mom? Totally wild. I'm surprised you needed to fantasize about her. I have a feeling she would've given it to you."

"She wasn't always like that. When I was at home, she was very strict with me. You see, I grew up without a dad, and she thought discipline was important."

"Okay," I said, giving it back to him. "Formally, you're still a dumb teenager, so you can still fulfill your fantasy."

"Be my guest," Kenny said casually.

"Maybe I really will," I said.

On the way to The Lex, Kenny said, "Once I had constipation, and when I finally shat, something came out thicker than my cock."

I burst out laughing. "Are we going to talk about shit now?" I asked.

"Just thought maybe it's not really that bad."

"Let me understand," I said. "Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?"

"I was thinking what will happen if Haas will want to fuck back."

"When that happens, we'll deal with it," I replied.

That evening, Professor Haas didn't show up at The Lex. On the way back, we agreed we'd take turns, every evening one of us would spy at The Lex, and the other would work on the assignments we need to submit and be on standby for a call. If Haas shows up, he joins.

*****

It happened the evening before the last class of the esteemed professor. I was writing a boring paper and thinking about Kenny's mom when my phone rang. "He's here," Kenny whispered.

I left everything and ran to my car. I got ready and entered The Lex. Kenny was sitting at the end of the bar with his long, smooth legs crossed. Further down the bar was the professor, and next to him a young, cute guy. The professor was talking to him and touching him as if by chance, once on the arm and once on the thigh. It was very clear that the guy wasn't the professor's friend, but someone the professor was trying to seduce.

"I managed to take a few pictures," Kenny whispered to me as I entered. "Until the young guy arrived, and Haas stuck to him. Maybe you should sit on the other side and take a few more pictures from that angle."

I walked toward the other side of the bar and sat a few seats behind the professor. I was close enough to notice that the young guy was really young. I assumed they checked his age when he entered the bar, so he was over 18, but only slightly over. I pulled out my phone and pretended to read messages while taking a few more pictures. Of both the professor and the young guy. In one of them, particularly successful, the professor is seen pulling the guy's hand and pressing it to his exposed thigh. The young guy trembled with desire.

"If you're into this, you'll really enjoy with me," I heard the professor say. "But just so you know, it goes both ways."

"Reciprocity is a very basic thing," I said to the glass in front of me. The professor sent a quick glance my way and said to the young guy, "The lady is right. Reciprocity is the basis of all our existence."

I pulled the hem of my skirt a bit, to give the professor a better view of my thighs, hoping that if the young guy didn't give in, he'd move to me. The professor sent another short glance my way and then pulled the young guy to one of the tables. He didn't recognize me.

Kenny joined me, and I placed a hand on his waist and kissed him on his lips. "What are you doing?" he whispered in shock.

"Just reinforcing our cover," I replied. "We're not two men in a bar, we're two shemales, and shemales always make out."

"When did you gain such expertise in shemale matters?" Kenny asked.

"Since I saw you dressed as a woman," I replied, making him smirk.

Ten minutes later, after the professor introduced the young guy's hand to his cock, the young guy got up from his place and fled the bar. Kenny and I exchanged looks and then took our glasses and joined the professor.

"We couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are," I said.

"You're beautiful too, and it looks like you get along with each other," Haas said. "Why do you need me?"

"We thought about spicing things up," Kenny replied.

From such a short distance, there was no chance Haas wouldn't recognize Kenny. His gaze moved to me, and a spark of realization rose in his eyes. "I'm your professor," he said. "This isn't ethical."

"Who better than you would know," I said. "On the other hand, a kid, like the one you tried to seduce, isn't exactly ethical either."

"Are you trying to blackmail me?" he asked.

"Not at all," I replied. "Just seduce you. You can leave, and no one will know you were here."

But he didn't leave. His gaze moved from me to Kenny and back, and I could see he was caught in the net. The lustful look he sent Kenny was so clear that Kenny blushed. Really. I also surveyed him with lust. Older women sometimes look very attractive from afar, but less attractive up close, but the professor was sexy even up close. His skin was smooth like porcelain, and his body moved in feline movements that hinted at all the pleasure he could give in bed.

"So what do you expect? That we do a threesome?" he asked.

"Your choice," Kenny replied. "You can choose one of us or both of us together."

"Just think of all the options that will open up for you," I said. "We'll make you a sandwich. Simultaneous reciprocity."

The professor literally trembled at the thought, but he didn't fall into that trap. "I prefer one-on-one," he said.

Kenny's hand rested lightly on the professor's hand, and it was clear he hoped Haas would choose him. Kenny was totally into it, and not just in one direction. Kenny wanted to fuck the professor but also wanted the professor in his ass.

"You can choose, no one will get hurt," I said, aware that Haas would choose Kenny. And that's exactly what the professor did. They both left the bar arm in arm, and I dragged my feet back to my car.

I too was desperately in need of a fuck, and I also wanted to pressure Mel, so I called him. He didn't answer, and yet a quarter of an hour later, I was at the entrance to his apartment. I heard noises from inside the apartment, so I didn't stop ringing until the door opened, and Mel stood in the doorway, wearing a Chinese Silk Kimono Robe with intricate dragon embroidery.

"Michelle," he said happily and pressed himself against me in feminine submission, with his head resting on my shoulder. I kissed him, and he responded. His hard cock peeked from between the edges of the kimono and pressed against my thigh. And then he stepped back and whispered, "I'm sorry, but I'm not alone. I have a friend here." And then he regretted it and added, "But you're welcome to join us, if you want."

The conversation drew his partner, and I saw her behind him. She had black, straight hair that fell on her shoulders, her eyes were dark, and she was made up in a gothic style. She was wearing a tank top, a short skirt, and very high-heeled sandals, which prevented identifying her true height. She was thin but not skinny like Mel, her breasts were small, and her thighs soft. Her skin was tanned, her dark eyes shy, and her lips curved in a mischievous smile. The combination of the shy eyes and the playful smile sealed the deal.

I pushed Mel aside and entered the apartment.

I stood in front of her and said, "A particularly cute creature you have here. What's your name?"

She sent a hesitant glance toward Mel, who nodded. "Anna," she answered.

"I'm Michelle," I said and approached her for a kiss.

Her soft body pressed against mine, and my erection started to awaken. I grabbed her face in my palms and kissed her a long, very wet kiss. To my amazement, she blushed. This sweet girl caught my fancy. But it turned out that not only my erection awakened. Suddenly, I felt something hard pressing against my crotch, I lifted her short skirt and discovered that this beautiful girl also had a dick. It wasn't long, I assume quite average, but very thick. The thickest I've ever seen.

"Surprise, surprise," I said and grabbed her thick cock. I pulled down one of her shoulder straps and pushed my other palm toward her chest. She didn't have a tit, but she had long, thick nipples, and the areola around them was very fleshy.

Okay, so this was a boy, a cross-dresser, but since he introduced himself as "Anna," I treated him as a woman. Mel pressed against the side of my body and lifted the hem of my dress in search of my shaft. He was much more beautiful than Anna, and suddenly I wanted to see him dressed in women's clothing.

I kissed him and said, "Mel, you really should be a woman. Do you have women's clothing at home, or do you want to wear my dress?"

"I don't even have a bra," Mel said.

"Okay, ladies," I said, "what do you think about stripping me?"

In the end, only Mel stripped me. The moment Anna met my prick, she took it in her mouth and didn't part from it. I pressed Mel against me and kissed him gently. He stroked my tits and whispered, "I missed your cock."

He stripped me with erotic movements, stroking and kissing every piece of flesh that was exposed, until I was naked, and then he fastened my bra with the clumsiness of a man and stuffed a pair of rolled-up socks into each of the bra's cups. The dress he managed to put on more easily. When he finished, I sat him on a chair and started to make him up.

I didn't have my makeup kit, of course, but like every woman, I carried a few useful items in my purse, like lipstick and eyeliner. Unfortunately, I didn't have a blush in my purse, though it could have improved Mel. While I was making up Mel, Anna didn't part from my cock. She pressed against me and rubbed my cock, while her other hand squeezed my butt and stroked my asshole. What a pleasure.

When I finished with Mel, he stood up and put on a show for me like a model. My hormones started going wild. He was just so beautiful. I stood Anna next to him and took a picture of both of them, and then I patted both of their butts and said, "Ladies, I'm going to fuck both of you until you scream 'help.' Don't bother to undress. Come on, to the bed on your hands and knees."

Both of them ran to the bed and positioned themselves on their knees with their heads nestled between their forearms. Anna's skirt rested on her back, and her butt wiggled upward. She had a round, beautiful butt, a bit fuller than Mel's. I surveyed the two butts in front of me. Anna's butt was much more appealing, but Mel looked so beautiful that I couldn't hold myself back. I sprayed lube on both of their holes and stood behind Mel.

I penetrated him in one go, making him scream, "Michelle... fuck you... oh my god... Mishhhhellll..."

I fucked him with hard thrusts, and he moaned, "Ugh, Michelle, I love your cock." And then he turned to Anna and explained, "He has a great cock."

Anna reached her hand between his legs and grabbed his cock, rubbing it hard. Mel didn't stop moaning, "Fuck... fuck... fuck... it's good."

I pulled myself out of him and moved aside to Anna's soft butt. "What? No!" Mel protested. "I need you to fuck me more."

Her asshole was tight, even more than Mel's. I pressed her buns together, so they'd wrap around the part of my rod also outside her hole. She let out a loud moan and immediately buried her face in the pillow. Shy girl.

Mel reached out a long hand and stroked her breasts while she moaned into the pillow nonstop. I slapped him on his butt, and he wiggled it for me. Anna reached her hand back and lovingly stroked my thigh. I pressed my hips to her hips and pushed my cock as deep as possible inside her, her moan turned into a short scream. I hugged her waist and reached a hand toward her cock, it was wet with pre-cum. The girl was continually leaking.

In the next few minutes, I switched between his butt and hers a few times, enjoying stroking his smooth thighs and squeezing her soft thighs. It was great, and in the end, I came hard inside Anna's ass. I collapsed on her back, panting and crushing her body into the bed. She freed her head from under me and kissed me on my cheek.

"Want to fuck me?" I whispered to her.

"Yessss," she literally jumped with excitement, and I suspected that because her cock was so thick, Mel didn't let her fuck him. She pressed against me and whispered in a shy voice, "Can I fuck your ass?"

"Of course you can," I replied without thinking. What a mistake!

I laid her on her side, kissed her, and stroked her dick. From her mouth, I went down to her nipples and to her hips and took her cock in my mouth. Her whole body trembled with excitement. I'd never had such a thick cock in my mouth. I pushed it as deep as I could, and it wasn't easy, because it was definitely thicker than my throat. I grabbed her balls, and only then did I notice that although her scrotum was tight, inside it were two large balls that promised a strong, hot, and long stream of cum.

Mel also switched places and started licking my asshole. If the bed hadn't been so big, one of us would have already fallen off it...

Finally, I made room for myself between them and stood on my knees. Anna jumped from her place with joy and positioned herself behind me. She penetrated me slowly, in a high position, standing on her feet. Her thick rod literally tore my asshole, and I felt every fraction of an inch of it penetrating me. She penetrated me all the way and managed to touch my prostate. She held my waist firmly, and her thrusting movements were strong and hinted that she wasn't moving her whole body, just her hips. The girl knew how to fuck, and her cock made my hole feel wide open.

Mel pushed my legs apart and positioned himself on his knees between them. He leaned back on one hand and with his other hand guided his cock to my pussy. When he penetrated me, I felt as if my holes were stretched open with unnatural force. Both of them fucked me at different rhythms, but their movements inside me created complete mess in my stomach.

Double penetration is nice, but not when a cock as thick as Anna's is stuck in your ass. "Stop! Stop!" I said. "Get out!"

Anna pulled her cock out of my ass, and her eyes expressed concern. "Undress!" I ordered them.

I smiled at Anna calming and laid her on her back. I climbed on her and guided her cock to my pussy. Mel understood immediately and stood behind me, inserting his long cock into my asshole. I lay on Anna, with my prick pressed against her soft stomach, and said to Mel, "Lean on me with all your weight. Crush me."

Anna smiled her mischievous smile and bounced her hips toward me. "Stop," I said. "Go all the way in and don't move. I want to fuck you."

My forward and backward movements caused both my holes to stretch simultaneously and my shaft to rub against Anna's soft body. What can I say? The feeling was as if the partition between the two holes was about to tear, and both holes were about to become one big hole. Like getting a ballistic missile between my legs.

It didn't take long for my orgasms to come. One after another--orgasm and another orgasm and another one. My clit was already very sensitive, I was breathing heavily, and finally, I collapsed on Anna, exhausted. "Okay, sweeties, now you fuck me," I said.

At first, they fucked me in sync, but very quickly their rhythm stopped being uniform, and I felt my ass emptying as my pussy filled and vice versa. Mind-blowing.

Mel came first, but Anna kept fucking me for long minutes until she filled my pussy with thick jets of hot fluid.

We rested, and fucked again, and rested again. Mel sent a quick glance toward Anna, who was lying exhausted on the bed, and said, "Come, let's move to my workroom."

He didn't waste time and immediately said, "Scott was born in the year 1987 and Reese in the year 1989. Their residential address is identical. Scott entered the USA in the year 2020 while Reese in the year 2017. They probably were never married."

I did a quick calculation--Scott, therefore, is 37 and Reese is 35. Something didn't add up to me, and I did the calculation again. Head of department, professor, at age 35? Dr. Reese must be very talented.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Reese is the head of department."

"I was surprised too. The list of articles she published since she's been in the USA is very long. On average, two to three articles a year, and another two books. She was appointed head of department only a few months ago."

So when I met her, she really was just Dr. Reese, I thought, not a professor.

"Listen," he said, "it could be that the more important information is from the period when they were students. I need to check their educational institutions."

"Right," I said, "mainly pay attention if one of them changed her name."

*****

Speaking of the devil, when I was on the way home, I received a message from Dr. Scott, "How are you? Keep in touch." I assumed the initiator was Dr. Reese, but she felt uncomfortable sending me a message despite not honoring her promise to give me an answer. Maybe it's time to introduce a bit of jealousy between the two lovers. I need to seduce Dr. Scott.

*****

Kenny tried to sneak into our room, with a gray face, at six thirty in the morning, but I was already awake and making coffee. I sent him a questioning look, and he blurted, "I don't want to talk about it."

"No problem, buddy," I said. "Go take a long shower, and I'll make you coffee and breakfast."

"I have no appetite," he said.

"Trust me, you'd better eat. When the adrenaline calms down, you'll be starving and start shaking."

He shrugged and went to shower. When he came out, I pointed to the table. "There's coffee. Eat and drink. Take your time. I'll grab us a spot. Anyway, Professor Birch checks names only at the end of class."

Although I was eager to hear his story, I didn't ask. The academic year ended, and the exam period began. To my surprise, the following week, he announced he was going on a date. I raised an eyebrow, but his gaze avoided mine. Shit, I thought, he was going back to Professor Haas. He took it in the ass and loved it.

I decided to make use of the evening. I called Dr. Scott and was transferred to voicemail.

"Hey, Carol," I said. "Michelle speaking. I reserved us a table at 'Hoppers' for eight o'clock. I'd be happy if you joined me. Finally, a date." Hoppers was a beautiful boutique restaurant in the downtown.

All that afternoon, I was excited and unfocused. Finally, I dressed as a woman and went to Hoppers, hoping Dr. Scott would show up. I sat at the table, ordered a bottle of wine, and waited.

Eight o'clock passed, and then also eight fifteen, and then a few minutes before eight thirty, she entered. Really not German of her to be late like that. She scanned the room and didn't recognize me. I waved to her, and she approached my table. I stood up and kissed her on her cheek. As always, she wore a tight dress that showcased her rounded breasts, with a long bell-shaped skirt, and wore high-heeled sandals.

She fixed me with a recognizing look and said, "Michelle? Wow, you look like a stunning hunk."

"I thought a lesbian like you would prefer me in women's clothing," I said.

"I actually wanted you as a man," she said.

"You'll soon see magic," I said. "I can be both."

She smiled her cute smile, sat down, and said, "Didn't your mom teach you not to invite a lady to a date via voicemail?"

"I tried calling, you didn't answer."

"Then try again. Be a gentleman."

The meal was nice, and afterward, we left the restaurant, and I asked, "Want to come to my apartment?"

She giggled and said, "Is that how you hit on girls? Directly? I need to teach you to be subtle. Let's go to my office."

We entered her office, and she locked the door even before turning on the light. She turned to me, and I gathered her in my arms and kissed her. "Well," she said with satisfaction, "you've learned to be a man."

She squeezed my tits and tried to lift the hem of my dress. "Just a moment," I said, "there's something I've been fantasizing about for a long time."

I pulled her to the couch and sat next to her. "I want you to show me your Perineum."

She burst out laughing, gathered the hem of her dress, and lifted a slender, beautiful leg onto the couch. I placed a hand on her thigh and leaned to lick it. I advanced with small kisses toward her magnificent, exposed pussy, and then buried my face between her legs, licking her amazing pussy from end to end. Her eyes closed, but she didn't moan. She had incredible self-control.

I teased her lips with my fingers and my tongue, causing her lower stomach to tremble. I found her clit and licked it and then pushed two fingers into her love tunnel, while I licked the clit. Her breath became heavy, but she still didn't release even one moan. I dug deep inside her and found her G-spot. I stroked it gently with the pads of my fingers, and then I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it. When Jenny did that to me, I screamed my soul out, she barely let out the air in her lungs in a whistle. But I could see she was in ecstasy. Her legs trembled, and her stomach jumped, contracting and releasing alternately.

I kept working on her G-spot, and then it happened: she let out a long squirt of water from her pussy, straight onto my face. This time she definitely screamed, and her head moved from side to side. I placed my palm on her lower lips and played with them, as I saw on the internet, and she kept trembling more and more, and thin moans burst from her mouth. Only after a full minute did she calm down.

She lowered her leg from the couch, and I rose to her for a kiss. "No," she said, "wipe your face first so you don't wet my dress." Shit, does she ever lose it? What an iceberg!

I undressed her and she undressed me, and then I gazed at her slender body. She looked like a Greek goddess, a porcelain statue. Her breasts were full, rounded, and almost completely perky, with only a small crease beneath them. Her nipples were red like blood and thin, but the areola around them was wide. I brushed over her breasts, and she pushed me back. "Now it's my turn," she said.

She knelt on the couch. With one hand, she grabbed my balls, while her other palm held the base of my cock. She put it in her mouth and took it all in one go. The doctor definitely has a deep throat. Her blowjob work was flawless. She knew how to suck and lick at the same time, and when my cock was fully in her throat, she made swallowing movements that stimulated the glans. Her hand, which held my balls, slid further down, and she played with my clit. The double stimulation made me moan loudly.

It was clear she was trying to give me a double orgasm, perhaps per Dr. Reese's instructions, as part of her scientific experiment. She sucked my cock, but the moment it trembled, she immediately focused her efforts on the clit and vice versa. But it didn't work for her. I came with my cock and filled her mouth with my hot junk. She swallowed it all and kept sucking a bit more, while playing with my clit, until I came with the clit too.

I lifted her off me and lay on top of her, squeezing her beautiful breasts, and sliding my hand along her white, smooth body. I surveyed her gorgeous body, and very quickly I had an erection again. She pulled my head for a kiss, as she grabbed my cock and rubbed it from end to end.

I flipped her so she lay on her stomach and lay on top of her, with my hard rod pressed between her butts. I kissed her neck and went down toward her smooth back. I positioned both my hands on either side of her breasts, with my fingers brushing the sides of her breasts. I kissed her small kisses and licked her small licks. Her back was so white and perfect that the light from the lamp above practically reflected off it. I barely reached her waist, and I already felt her body writhing beneath me. She, of course, didn't moan loudly, but her breath became heavy and deep, and her face was buried in the armrest of the couch.

When I reached her lower back, I noticed her butt was trembling. Her buns were round and perky, and when I grabbed them with both my hands, I felt how firm they were. I squeezed them and licked them, and then I spread them and licked the inner part near her reddish asshole. The sight of the reddish hole against the very white skin reminded me of the story of Snow White.

I licked her butt, ignoring her asshole. Her hips moved beneath me right and left, and it was obvious she wanted my tongue on her asshole. Not yet, sweetie, I thought. I kept teasing her for a few more minutes and then quickly passed my tongue over her anus. This time she couldn't hold back, and a quiet moan escaped her mouth. I kept teasing her for another moment and then focused on her amazing asshole. Her butt started trembling as if she was about to have an orgasm in her ass. I pressed the tip of my tongue to the hole and pushed. Another moan escaped her mouth. The hole was tight, and it was hard for me to penetrate it with my tongue, so I wet a finger and pushed it into her asshole.

"Michelle," she whispered in a plea.

I rotated my finger in her hole, trying to widen it. In my wallet, I always had lube, so I lubricated her hole, and she raised her butt in the air, waiting for me to penetrate. I penetrated her slowly, and she moaned a deep moan. The end of self-control.

Her hole was indeed tight, but not very. It was clear it wasn't virgin, and that made me wonder if Dr. Reese likes to push a dildo into her ass. I fucked her slowly, trying not to hurt her. It seemed to me that my concerns were in vain; she really enjoyed it. She reached a hand back and stroked my thigh, and then she said, "Michelle, from the start, I knew you'd be a great fuck."

I came hard in her ass and fell on her body, panting.

She slipped out from under me, flipped me onto my back, and lay on me, rubbing her perfect crotch against my dripping rod. Her green eyes didn't let go of mine, and she kissed me nonstop. I stroked her back and then her butt. She sat on my hips, and my hands, as if on their own, grabbed her round, full breasts. She leaned toward me, bringing her nipples to my face. I sucked one nipple and then the other, and within a few moments, I had an erection again.

She felt my erection and wiggled her crotch on it happily, and then rose, grabbed my cock, and guided it to the sweet hole between her legs. She sat on me like that for a few moments and then lay on me and bounced her crotch in quick movements.

Since I had just cum before, I wasn't in a rush. She, on the other hand, was very rushed. That's what anal sex does to a woman. But even when we were both in the heat of sex, she didn't take her eyes off mine. She fucked me while kissing me and came once, then again, until she got tired.

I turned her onto her back. She pulled me to her and wrapped her legs around me. I kissed her, and in the meantime, I aimed my prick at her wet well. She didn't wait for me and pushed me, using her legs, deep inside her, as she caressed my face, and her eyes smiling at me.

I fucked her slowly. Without thrusts and without quick movements. I pulled my penis out until only its head was inside her and then returned and inserted it into her slowly. She smiled her sweet smile and made me skip a beat. I continued like this until that moment when the orgasm hit me by surprise, and I filled her with warm fluids. She closed her eyes and continued to rock her pelvis until she came again.

*****

Our last exam was in the history of the USA. Many names, dates, places, and events to memorize and remember. We sat side by side and quizzed each other. His smooth thigh rubbed against mine and caused me an erection. He saw the erection, but didn't say anything. In general, lately it seemed that Kenny was less careful about modesty, and more than once I saw his rounded butt or his very long dick. Maybe he expected that I would loosen up a bit as well, but I couldn't do that, even though I really wanted to.

"Okay," Kenny said, "your turn."

He turned half a turn and faced his body toward me. However, he didn't give up on rubbing against my thigh and placed his thigh on my thigh, with his knee draped over my crotch. There's no way he didn't feel my erection, but not only did he not react with sarcasm, it seemed he even enjoyed the matter and rubbed his thigh against my cock with almost imperceptible movements. I decided to go with it and see where it would lead us, and I placed my palm on his thigh. He didn't react, but after he finished quizzing me, he said, "Boring like this. What do you think about adding some spice to this awful boredom?"

"What's on your mind?" I asked.

"Let's put on makeup and continue studying like two women," he said.

"My sweet," I said, "if I see you dressed like a woman and beautiful like a woman, I'll fuck you right there."

He giggled and didn't respond.

Despite the exam preparations, he didn't give up on his meetings with Professor Haas--"to clear the mind a bit," in his words. So it happened that a few days before the exam, he announced he was going on a date.

"What do you think if this time I'll do your makeup?" I asked. "I'll make you a stunning chick."

He gave me a strange look, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Only if you promise there won't be any funny business."

"That depends on you," I said. "I'll keep my restraint."

He got dressed, and I applied his makeup gently and arranged his hair. It'll take Professor Haas a moment to recognize him. When I finished, he stood in front of the mirror and said, "I'd fuck myself now."

"Me too," I replied without thinking.

He smiled and left the room embarrassed.

I called Mel. "Are you coming?" he asked happily. "Anna is here too."

"Sorry, honey, I have a lot of material to study. Did you find anything?"

"Only that Scott was originally Stöcke. She changed her name when she studied in Argentina. Reese, I didn't find at all."

"Mel, we know she's a genius," I said. "Check earlier years too."

*****

Right after the exam, Kenny packed his belongings and intended to leave. The time had come to reveal myself to him.

"Wait a moment," I said. "What do you think about a secret for a secret?"

"I have no secret from you. You know everything."

"I want details," I said. "In return, you'll get a secret that will knock you off your feet."

He gave me a strange look. "What secret so big could there be? I'm already pretty sure you slept with a man too."

"Much bigger," I said.

He sat next to me, placed his head on my shoulder, and said, "Terribly embarrassing. Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Tell me about your meetings with Professor Haas," I said.

"Not much to tell. Mostly I fuck him, but in every meeting, he makes sure to fuck me once as well."

"Do you enjoy fucking him?" I asked.

"You know I do. He's an amazing hottie."

"And do you enjoy when he fucks you?"

He blushed and didn't answer. I placed a palm on his thigh and said, "Come on, baby, tell daddy."

"Yes," he answered in a whisper. "Very much."

"I'm glad to hear that," I said. "Okay, now my turn."

I stood up from the bed and told him, "Stay seated."

I stood in front of him and took off my shirt and then my sports bra. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "You're a shemale," he exhaled forcefully. "I knew you were fucking too. You hypocritical self-righteous."

"Calm down," I said and started taking off my pants, "I'm not a shemale."

I stood in front of him naked. When I'm standing, he couldn't see my pussy, so as far as he was concerned, I was a shemale. "What I see is a shemale," he insisted. "And all this time, you called me gay and gave me shit of that."

"I'm not a shemale," I repeated. "I'm hermaphrodite."

"What does that mean?" I explained to him, and he looked at me in disbelief.

"My breasts are completely natural, want to feel them?"

He stood up and massaged my breasts hesitantly. "And you want to tell me you also have a pussy?" he asked.

"Stay standing," I said.

I sat on the bed, spread my legs, and lifted my balls. His gaze got stuck on my cunt, and he almost fainted.

"This isn't real," he said. "Can I touch... this?"

"Absolutely," I said. "You can also lick it."

He knelt on his knees in front of me, placed a trembling hand on my thigh, and with his other hand played with my lips. He ran a finger between the lips and discovered my clit. "Almighty God," he whispered. A few moments later, he also discovered my love tunnel.

"Go to hell, you stinking bastard," he cursed. "You want to tell me that all this year I had a pussy in the room, and I didn't know?"

"Don't forget that this pussy is also attached to a cock. Were you ready for all the implications that come with this cock?"

I stroked his head and pulled him between my legs. "My mom is supposed to pick me up. She's probably already waiting for me downstairs," he said as if to himself and lowered his head to my pussy. He licked it, inserting his tongue between its lips and pushed a finger into my hole. Just the thought that it's Kenny giving me a head made my stomach start to tremble. I lifted his head from my cunt and lowered it to my shaft. He didn't hesitate and took it into his mouth.

He sucked my cock like only a man knows how to suck, touching all the sensitive spots and drawing the blood to the tip of the cock. I leaned my head against the wall and sighed in pleasure. He didn't stop and continued until my balls started to churn. A few minutes later, I squirted hot sperm deep into his throat. He didn't pull back and swallowed everything. And then he lifted his head and returned to my pussy.

A soft knock was heard from the door. "That's probably my mom," Kenny said.

"If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me either," I said. "Let her in."

He opened the door, and his mom, dressed in jeans and a button-up shirt, entered the doorway. Her blonde hair was loose, and she was made up in a way that really flattered her. She surveyed me closely and immediately realized what she was seeing.

"Holy shit," she said. "Hermaphrodite! I read about it, but I never saw one like this."

Kenny's gaze quickly passed to me, then back to his mom. And again to me and again to her. He wanted to fuck me but was shy to do it in front of his mom. She again showed quick perception and said, "Come on, honey, fuck him. I can wait."

"Only if afterward I fuck you," I said.

"Go for it, son," his mom advised him.

But Kenny thought differently. He approached me on the bed and leaned to kiss me, as his hand caressed my breasts, and whispered in my ear, "You bastard, next year I'm going to fuck you every night."

I squeezed his hard butt and whispered back, "Next year, I'm going to fuck your sexy ass until smoke comes out of it."

*****

I sat on the bed fantasizing about Kenny's long cock. Next year, he'll fuck me in my ass and make my prostate sing symphonies. Next year, I'll also fuck his beautiful ass.

My phone rang. It was Mel who said, "You were right. I found your doctor. She didn't change her last name, but she did change her first name. When she studied in Germany, she was Edward Reese. When she returned to Netherlands, she changed her first name to Eddie and her sex to female."

At that moment, all the puzzle pieces fell into place. Dr. Reese was a shemale. She probably fucks Dr. Scott, and that's why she called her 'husband.' She didn't like pushing a dildo into her ass; she liked fucking her in the ass.

I showered, wore my most beautiful dress, and spent a lot of time on makeup. When I finished, I took my purse and drove to the hospital.

Two patients were waiting at the entrance to the professor's room. Probably she's seeing patients today. I waited patiently until I was the only person in the waiting room. When the last patient left her room, I took my purse and entered her room.

Her gaze lifted to me in surprise and immediately dropped to the list in front of her. "Sorry, do you have an appointment with me now?"

I turned and locked the door behind me. She stood up from her place quickly. "Sorry? Who are you? What do you want?"

I crossed the distance between us quickly, pressed her forcefully against the wall, and kissed her lips. She tried to resist, but I had more strength. While kissing, I lowered one hand to her crotch and stroked her groin, feeling her cock in my palm.

She pushed me forcefully and said, "I'll scream. Who are you?"

I continued stroking her cock and said, "What's wrong, Eddie? Don't you recognize me? I'm Michelle."

She was stunned. "Michelle?" she said in confusion, and then she realized. "Michelle!"

Her legs collapsed, and I sat her on her executive chair. I leaned and kissed her again and then lifted the hem of her skirt and pulled her dick out.

"Michelle, wait!" she pleaded. "Michelle!"

But I didn't comply with her. I bent on my knees and took her prick into my mouth. "This isn't fair, Michelle," she pleaded. "This is my secret!"

Her cock was a bit shorter than mine and less thick, but it was smooth, straight, and its head was swollen and red. Very quickly, it hardened in my mouth. "Michelle, wait," she pleaded again. "Please! I need to explain."

I continued sucking her cock, and she said, "Michelle! This isn't right! I don't deserve this treatment."

This time I complied. It really wasn't fair to treat her like that. She was always good to me, even though she didn't have to be. In fact, I suddenly thought, she doesn't owe me anything. I lifted my head from her cock, and she said, "You know I want you. Give me a chance to explain, and then you can do whatever you want to me."

I stood up and kissed her lips. She cooperated. And then she said, "I didn't want you to find out like this."

"You waited too long," I said.

"You're probably right. The truth is, I was quite ashamed. I knew you were attracted to my feminine appearance, and I didn't know how to tell you that I also have... you know."

She pulled down her elastic underwear, stood up, and extended her hand to me. "I heard there's a certain position you really like," she said with a mischievous smile and took me to the small couch in the corner of the room. Dr. Scott's couch was much bigger and also more comfortable, but I assume that as a psychoanalyst, she used the couch for patients too. Reese's couch was meant only for companions.

I sat at the edge of the couch, and she sat next to me, pulled up the hem of her skirt, and lifted a leg onto the couch. "Isn't this the position you like?" she laughed. I already knew that my two favorite therapists were gossiping about me between themselves.

She spread her legs and lifted her heavy balls, and she had balls any man could be proud of. Beneath the balls was... a pussy.

"You understand?" she said. "I'm hermaphrodite too. Just like you."

I was stunned. A bit funny, but for some reason, I thought I was the only hermaphrodite in the world... I didn't expect another one like me to be nearby. Maybe in Japan, but not in the USA.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "It could have made things much easier for me."

"At first, it was too early to get into my personal details. Later, when it became clear you're a shameless boundary-pusher, I thought it might ruin our doctor-patient relationship. And finally, I didn't know how to tell you."

I suddenly remembered. "In our first meeting, you told me you'd never encountered my condition."

She smiled. "I really hadn't encountered that condition in any of my patients. You didn't think I'd tell you about my sexuality in our first meeting, right?"

I stroked her thigh. "You know what? I even like you more like this."

She stroked my hand and said, "From the first moment, I wanted you. It was like a connection between two people of the same kind, who are completely different from everyone around."

"You grew up as a boy," I said without knowing how to continue.

"That's true. My parents decided I'd be a boy. I also wanted to be a boy. The truth is, even today, I sometimes feel more like a man than a woman."

"So what happened?" I asked. "Why did you decide to identify yourself as a woman?"

"I didn't decide," she said. "Nature decided for me. When I finished medical school, I did a sperm count for myself, and it turned out my count was very low. Lower than the threshold they accepted back then for sperm enhancement treatment. On the other hand, my uterus was completely normal."

"Did you try to get Carol pregnant?" I asked.

"Let's just say that since we've been living together, she's never taken contraception."

"Shit," I said. "And I came inside her."

"So at most, you'll have a child with her. Don't worry, she won't come to you with demands."

My hand was still on her warm thigh, and I asked, "So how do you want to fuck me? Pick a hole!"

She laughed and said, "The truth is, I was actually hoping you'd fuck me..."

But at that moment, her phone rang.