Cindy Laura and I

By Kachar Ricuchi

Published on May 1, 2020

Transgender

XXV

My Yoga teaching went really well. I was having a good deal of regular students, and lately I had Cindy. She was really the best in every sense. Early in my new life I was meeting some of the students in parties which gathered members of the studio and friends. I met Laura at one such birthday party. I liked her from the start. She was the friend of a Yoga student but clueless about Yoga. No problem. No need to talk about me or what I did in my life. I wanted to know about her. She was witty, talkative and I was rapidly attracted to her. While she showed herself very feminine with light make-up and beautiful clothes, I knew she was different. I knew she had been a boy. How did I know? While she was surprisingly very very feminine, I could note, thanks to my anatomy training in Yoga, a subtle swagger in the hips which denoted the existence of her boyish parts. Fantastic! I thought, she keeps them. I had no idea how cute they were in all their smallness, something I discovered later that night. It all went very fast from the moment we locked our sights, as we entangled our inquisitive eyes on each other's bodies, checking ourselves out, and got lost in one dark corner of the flat. She was wearing a short dress; she was wearing a tight thong so my hand reached her free cock in a breeze, slightly wet in this hot weather. It was getting hard under my fingers, yet it did not overflow her thong. It was wonderfully small as even fully erect it did not peek out of it. I was getting harder and for sure mine was peeking out of my panty. Laura found it very hard when she decided to explore under my skirt, grasping the swollen head as it rose and burst way out of my panty.

We had hot sex all night at my place. We had decided to change venue once we knew our hard long pussies were surely not getting any softer and they would not be back discretely tucked. And what we wanted to do with them, for the first time, was to have a riot that was way better kept amongst ourselves. Holding hands we flew, walking a short distance to my place, with our heels resounding with echoes in the pretty empty streets this early in the morning. Once inside, everything we wore was swiftly out, high heels, skirts, bra, panties, spread all over the entrance hall. We held our hands, looking at each other buck naked shining in the dim light with the sweat of our bodies. My left hand went to grab her erect cock and pull it towards me to meet my long hard cock. My right hand grabbed them both and pressed them, becoming, as I have often fantasized, our one big girlie cock. I could observe them together for the first time: her beautiful slender coquette and my larger, fully engorged shaft. My left hand joined in as I started sliding my hands over their length and I played swirling them around each other. This, I thought and hoped, was how we should be in the future, revolving around each other with our sexes, and our secret, a central part of our intimacy.

XXVI

We had split our embrace and lowered down to a squat to Garland pose. Each of our hands came together in a prayer, our knees touching each other. Our balls were hanging free while our cocks were hard enough to point inwards, while Cindy's shaved pussy was split open with her freed long labia, as they hanged downwards. Our breathing energy, with all three synched and our eyes closed, was aimed at joining our breathing forces, as one, pausing before returning to the lovemaking action. We would need it. I broke out triangle covenant first and repeated Garland pose but this time I was behind Cindy, close enough for my nipples to touch her back and my long cock to lodge in the crack of her ass with the tip way under it. I went for close contact fast. I sensed her tremble slightly. She probably could see the tip of my cock peeking under her lips. My arms went around her chest and my very open hands grabbed her beautiful soft, round tits and large dark nipples. I was quiet, did not move my hands nor pressed, but my cock kept alive pressing against her vagina with the rhythmic and strong contractions of my pelvic muscles.

The contraction of the muscles between the anus and the crotch is very important in Yoga: it is the source of the primary energy we grab from earth, but also the one that gives life to my moving penis as I pump my muscles and it bounces up and down. I looked at Laura with tenderness and with an eye movement asked her to place herself in Garland facing Cindy, very close to her, touching her knees. Her legs were squatting but were very open so rather she embraced Cindy's legs, so close that she was resting her whole weight on them; four legs, already sweaty, collated together. Cindy left her prayer hands and reached out both arms to grab Laura's cock and balls, softly but decisively, to feel the warmth of her pussy and intending to stimulate her. I could not see those hands at work, but Laura's facial features showed in detail what she was feeling; a knew that face well. I knew that her cock was getting harder fast, as if resisting the work of Cindy's hands, but just stretching so that those very hands could give her more pleasure in all the skin of her short shaft. I wondered if Cindy wanted to be in control. By the looks of it Laura was just willing to let herself being pampered, but soon enough I sensed that she wanted to finish last night's exploration she had left midway.

Next: Chapter 15


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