Femboy Hot Novels & Stories

The following content contains the mature content of sexual intimacy. Read at your own risk or you can skip it. Demonte’s POV: As I placed her in the bed, I couldn’t help myself but lie just beside her and stare at her proportions. This girl was like a magic wand to me. She could transform me to someone I couldn’t even imagine. I reached out my hands to her face. Her wet hair was landing on her skin was proud and I wasn’t liking the vibes of it. I tucked her wet hair behind her ears as I brushed her cheeks.

So I yanked it out. I placed my hands around my huge cock, I wouldn’t put a size on it but it was pretty too big for a fem boy. One time Marie saw it while we had a sleepover she almost went nuts. My lips was widely parted, breath heaving loudly to this beautiful sexy view that I was having from the darkness. Kennedy revealed a sex toy that looked like a plastic pussy. The color of the pussy you was like that of a fair skin toned girl. He slid it gently over his cock, the outer opening of the vagina stretched open as he pushed it on his cock. His cock had sprouted out from the other end. Cap glistening with a surge of arousal. He bit his lips, I did too.

She looked at me, smiling as she said, "Sorry for brushing against you accidentally. You're a bit bigger than I imagined." Absolutely delighted on the inside to hear that, I smiled. "S-Same goes to you," I replied. Celeste smiled even brighter as she strutted back into the room, swaying her hips while doing so. As she sat on the bed, she fixed her eyes on me. Under her stare, my body felt unusually feverish, as if I was about to be swallowed by a ball of fire. I took my clothes off while she watched on, drawing out that sizable member of mine, presenting it right before her eyes.

Andy embarrassedly touched her nose and suddenly became gloomy. “You don’t have to remind me of that. I know that I’m a tomboy with no feminine charm.” Seeing the carefree Andy suddenly becoming upset, Baby Robbie quickly consoled her. “Don’t be upset, Sis Andy. Truthfully, you look extremely feminine. As long as you put on a little makeup, you’ll be popular among thousands of handsome men.” Andy’s eyes lit up, and her confidence was boosted. “Really?”

I was a senior in high school, and having just turned 18, I thought I was everything. I was HOT and I knew it, and loved flaunting my best assets. I was a total cock tease to all the boys and even older men. It helps that I have a killer body, standing almost 6' tall, long wavy blonde hair, full firm 36C breast, and long slender legs that end at a perfect bubble butt ass.

Tonight I rented the best. Her name was Vesper. Legendary courtesan. Body built for sin—full breasts, narrow waist, long legs, skin like warm silk. Her profile promised heightened nerve endings that turned every touch into fire. I paid triple for the premium slot and lay down in the dim rental suite as the techs hooked me up. “Consciousness transfers in three… two… one.” Blackness. Then light flooded in. I opened her eyes. My new hands moved up and cupped heavy tits, thumbs brushing sensitive nipples. A sharp gasp escaped full lips. The sensation slammed into me—pure female pleasure shooting straight to a clit that was already swelling.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

I pull her into a hug. “How is this even fair? There's not even one slightly ugly one. When you said they were hot too I thought you must be looking through rose-tinted glasses because there's no way you not only have 5 boyfriends but all of them look like they walked out of the beautiful men section of the Cosmo mag! It’s a good job they're all taken because otherwise, I think I'd turn straight after an hour in a room with these 5. No wonder you got pregnant, your ovaries have been going into overdrive surrounded by these men!” she whispers as we hug. “What are rose-tinted glasses and Cosmo?” Theo asks and Freya stiffens.

She had no panties—just a totally shaved gash, pink and glistening. "Oh, Bobby!" she moaned again. "Just fuck me! Fuck me while everyone else here watches. I wanna show them what a fucking tramp I am!" Bobby didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock (didn't anyone here wear underwear?) and pressed it up against Hot Pants' sopping wet quim. "Yeah, that's it!" Hot Pants sang. "Fuck me there! I want to be abused tonight, Bobby. Abuse me like a trashy little fuck-slut!"

It only stood proud by a couple inches, but it looked hot as fuck. Then Pete took over for, digging his fingers into the girls, and pressing them tight around my dick...while I fucked his wife's tits. Her tits were big and gorgeous, but they seemed even bigger the way they wrapped around a girthy dick. They were warm and firm, but pillowy soft at the same time. I always loved Jodi's side boob...and that hot crease under each breast. When I slip my tongue through it, the weight pinches my tongue, with fleshy warmth.