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Subject: {ASSM} A night to remember (tg, herm, first time)
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Josie wasn't a girl a man would turn his head for if he saw her on the
streets. She was a small, petite girl, her breasts barely an B cup.
She was wearing her light brown hair  in an inconspicuous short cut
and the thick glasses she needed for being able to see anything in her
surrounding, didn't really help to make her more attractive. At the
age of 32, she never had been in a relationship, not that others would
not have been interested, but she was always afraid, scared someone
might discover her secret. She never forgot the day, when the other
kids at school found out about the thing between her legs and her face
still burned when she remembered. Kids can be cruel, and she got that
confirmed the hard way. After that incident, her family left the town
she grew up and moved across the continent to the east coast. And she
decided, that this should never ever happen again and vanished into
inconspicuousness. And as she avoided any closer contact to
classmates, she never the less found her kind of love when she
discovered the beauty of numbers and mathematic. At work, some called
her a mathematical genius and this, this was something she was really
proud of. She was working for a big investment bank at Wall Street,
developing mathematical models that allowed the bank to sell those
products that would soon send the financial world into turmoil. But
Josie had never been interested in what the bank did with her models,
all she wanted was to work with the beauty of the numbers and the fact
she was even been payed nicely for doing that, was all she asked for.

When the bank offered her to send her on a convention about financial
modeling in the financial market, she had been reluctant to accept it.
But her friends, the few she had, convinced her it would be a good
thing to fly to good old Europe and see a different part of the world.
One of the chauvinistic guys at work even talked with a smug grin
about the exotic clubs they had over there, a remark she decided to
ignore. The convention had been quite interesting. Although the
speeches would have put most ordinary people into a deep sleep
quickly, for her, it had been an enjoyable experience to be with
others who shared the same passion for numbers as she did. The only
negative thing was, that her laptop broke down on the second day,
rendering her unable to spend the evening in her hotel room playing
with numbers and digging deeper into the discoveries the speeches gave
her. 

She was sitting in her room and tried to figure out how she could
spend the evening. It was a rare situation for her, not being able to
spend the evening with her favorite entertainment - playing with
numbers. She finally decided to do a little sightseeing and got
directions and a small map from the receptionist. Quite to her
surprise, she realized that her hotel was actually located quite
centrally and she went out, discovering the city. It was a warm summer
night and the streets and were filled with people, walking the
picturesque little alleys, strolling slowly from shop to shop and
finally ending in small restaurants or bars. Having had her dinner at
the hotel, Josie decided after a while to have a drink in a bar and
then go back to her hotel. She noticed a pink neon sign over a door at
the dead end of a short alley. According to the the sign, the place
was called "Hermie's", but the pink neon martini glass over the
entrance convinced her it was a bar. 

The place was rather dimly lit, having a small bar with a couple of
stools on the left side. The room was dominated by some sort of stage
that reached into the middle of the room, with tables placed around
it. Most of the tables were actually occupied by people having drinks
and chatting with each other. The place looked friendly, surprisingly
crowded for the still quite early night, the music was not too loud
and Josie decided to have her drink here.
 
She went to the bar and sat down. The girl behind the bar smiled at
her and finished drawing beers. Josie watched the young girl as she
chatted with the two guys she was serving. She was maybe 19, 20 years
old, wearing short, cut off jeans and a short tank top that ended just
below her full breasts, showing of her firm, tanned belly and the
silver piercing in it. For the first time in years, Josie thought
about her own, boring appearance felt a pang of jealousy. The girl,
having finished drawing the beers, came over to her and smiled at her
with an open, honest warm smile that made that faint feeling of
jealousy just melt and had her smile back. 

"What can I do for you?" she asked, her voice warm and friendly. "Oh,
and before I forget, the first drink is an additional 30 Euro. Kinda
the entrance fee for tonight's entertainment, you know. So, if you you
just want a quick, cheap beer, this is your last chance to leave." She
laughed at Josie, as if she would be perfectly sure her guest would
stay.

Josie felt a bit taken by surprise and hesitated. For a moment she was
tempted to ask what the entertainment would be about, but realizing
how the place continued to fill up, it seemed the place was quite well
known for it and she simply nodded, pretending she was perfectly aware
what it was about and ordered her drink.

The girl smiled at her with a wink and started preparing her drink.
"You won't be disappointed, I promise. You know, we're quite famous
for the show. Sometimes I think people come from all over the world,
just to see it."  Josie told her where she was coming from, as the
waitress placed the drink in front of her. "See? I told you!" she
laughed and and left to serve the other clients.

Josie looked around, looking at the audience. After a while she
realized, that most customers were of the same sex, either male or
female couples or small groups. Before she had time to start wondering
about it, the lights went out and a  spotlight draw her attention to a
purple velvet curtain at the end of the stage. A man with heavy,
showily makeup in a tuxedo separated the curtain with his walking
stick and and paraded to the center of the stage. He bowed deeply and
then looked at the audience with a beam of genuine pleasure.

"Welcome!" he shouted. "Welcome to Hermie's, ladies and gentlemen,
strangers and friends, be our guests tonight!" He bowed deeply, so
deep that his hat almost touched the stage while his right hand moved
with an elegant swing to the chest. 

"We know, why you are here, and we will do our best to have you enjoy
the show today, although we are sure you won't tell your beloved at
home from your trip to Hermie's." He paused and bowed again as a few
scattered laughters and applause were heard. "And a special welcome to
those of you who found your way to our little corner in the world for
the first time, we are sure we will tickle your special ... kink
today!"

The way he pronounced the last words left Josie wondering about the
entertainment the the bar was about to offer to it's guests this
night. The presenter finished his speech and left the stage which
remained in darkness for a few moments after his departure.  

Moments later, slow music filled the room and the velvet curtains
opened again, this time to let a young woman enter the stage. She was
young, maybe 20 years old and in a tight cotton blouse, jeans and
boots - short, she looked like a blond cowgirl parading up and down
the stage, swaying her hips and smiling at the audience as she slowly
opened the belt and pulled it from her jeans, swinging it around her
head and then throwing it into the cheering audience. Josie almost
chocked on her drink when she realized what the entertainment of this
place would be about. 

The woman slowly opened the blouse, exposing the full swell of young,
firm breasts. The cheers got louder again when she had opened it
completely and teasingly pulled it aside, almost exposing a breast.
Josie thought for a while about leaving the place, but just when she
was about to get up, the girl on stage looked into her direction and
smiled at her, giving Josie the feeling she was smiling directly at
her. The blonde's hands slided down her body and over the curves of
her hips and Josie gasped when she noticed the growing bulge in the
girls pants. 

Her mind raced as she stared at the show on the stage, thoughts of
disbelief flooded her mind. For a few seconds she thought she was
about to be the victim of a cruel joke, that any second, the audience
would turn, point at her and laugh, but of course it didn't happen.
Instead, the audience completely focused on the scene on the stage,
cheering again as the blouse finally slipped from the girls shoulders,
exposing almost perfect, perky breasts with puffy nipples.

When the girl's hands moved down to open slowly and tantalizing her
jeans, Josie almost screamed at her to stop, the memories of what
happened in that locker room back in school flooding her mind, the
memories of utter humiliation and embarrassment as the others found
out about how different she was coming back to her. She stared with
wide open eyes at the unfolding events on the stage, gasped as the
girl slowly opened the pants and pulled them down, ever so slowly,
teasingly, until her massive cock was exposed to the audience and a
baffled Josie. 

It was then, when Josie heard the cheers and hollers of the audience
as the cock was exposed, that she realized that not everybody was
thinking that a girl with a cock was a freak. Years of restrained
fears suddenly crumbled and vanished, and she felt herself start to
cry in relief as she watched the shemale on stage expose the beauty of
her body to the audience. The tears finally blinded her and she missed
how the girl bowed with a bright smile and slipped behind the heavy
curtain.

She was sitting at the bar, tears ruining her make up while she was
staring blindly at the glass in her hands, when she felt the light
touch of a hand on her arm and a tissue being pushed into her hand.

"You're ok?" a soft voice asked. She tried to smile, suddenly feeling
embarrassed and vulnerable again and nodded. She dried her eyes and
looked at the woman, feeling embarrassed and silly. She seemed to be
around 20 years or so, with short, reddish hair, wearing a summer
dress that felt loosely over her hips.

"Uh.. yes, I.. I" not knowing what to say she stopped and looked to
the ground, feeling so silly. The woman smiled and handed her another
tissue when she noticed Josie's eyes fill with tears again. 

"Hey, it's ok ..." She dabbed the tears from Josie's eyes, a tender
touch that caught Josie totally off guard. "You know, it's just the
first time somebody started crying when watching my show. So I just
wanted to check if you're ok, you know?"

Josie's eyes opened wide as she recognized the dancer. "Oh my god,
it's you!" she gasped and blushed again "I didnt.. I mean your hair!
I..." Again Josie's voice trailed off as she was too embarrassed to
talk and she looked to the ground, blushing only more as she caught
herself staring secretly at the girl's crotch. 

The girl laughed, a pearly, friendly laugh. "Oh, it's the wig, you
know. Wearing that on stage gives me kinda anonymity when I'm not
performing, you know." She stopped talking, waiting for Josie to look
at her again. "So say, why did you cry when you watched me?" Josie bit
her lower lip, not knowing what to say, her mind franticly trying to
find some believable story she could tell to distract the girl.

The girl touched her arm again and leaned closer, her breasts almost
touching Josie's arm. "Were you so relieved to find out you're not ...
the only one?" she asked with a low voice, barely audible through the
bar's noise. Josie's eyes opened in shock and in a reflex, she tried
to turn and run from that place and this girl who seemed to read her
mind. But the hand on her arm stopped her. 

"Don't run. Please" She turned, looking at the girl, her thoughts
chasing each other in a swirling chaos that threatened to overwhelm
her. The girl smiled again, a warm, mesmerizing smile that stopped her
from running away. She felt the girl take her hand and pull her with
her. 

"Come" she said, giving her hand a squeeze. "Let's dance"

And much to her amazement, Josie followed her through the door to the
next room. The heavy curtain in the doorway shielded the noise from
the bar surprisingly well. The music was slow and Josie hesitated when
she pulled her closer. 

"I'll lead" the girl smiled and Josie, remembering what the girl was,
almost giggled.  The girl held Josie's gaze with her green eyes and
smiled as they started to dance, feeling Josie's insecurity. Josie was
suddenly aware of the body so close to her, something she had never
thought she would feel. The girl smiled at her, moving with the
elegance and ease of somebody who was used to dance. She pulled her
even a bit closer, their bodies almost touching as they danced without
talking for a few minutes. Josie was aware of her body's softness so
close to her, the sweet perfume making her only the more aware of a
situation she had already accepted she would never experience. She
felt blood start to fill her hatred penis. "We better stop ... " she
stammered, but the girl pulled her only closer. 

"Shhh... it's ok" the soft voice, almost hypnotizing calmed her down.
"You don't need to hide here. Nobody needs to hide here ..." The soft
touch of a caressing hand on her arm sent sparks to her brain. The
blood in her cock made it swell more, straining the stoking as it grew
along her leg. She was suddenly aware of the nylon's friction on the
sensitive flesh as they danced. Her breath quickened as the sudden
arousal caught her off guard. The girl pulled her closer, until their
bodies touched and she felt the softness of her breasts press against
hers as they now danced cheek to cheek.

"Here, you can be who you are", the soft voice whispered in her ear.
"It is ok to be a man here... " Hands caressed her back slowly, "or a
woman..." The breath in her ear made her shiver and she fought the
urge to press her crotch against the girl's. "And you are welcome if
you are..." Josie gasped as the girl slid a leg between hers, her
thigh pressing against the swollen flesh of her trapped cock, "... a
shemale" Josie felt the girl exhale as she felt it press against her
leg and almost moaned at the sensation. 

"I'm... I'm not a shemale" Josie managed to whisper, her throat dry of
arousal and confusion. The girl's eyes looked at her confused, feeling
the swollen cock press against her leg and then opened in sudden
understanding. 

"Oh my, you're a ...?"

"Hermaphrodite" Josie finished the sentence, feeling tears of shame
fill her eyes again. 
They had stopped dancing and the girl looked astonished at her. "Oh my
god, that's amazing!" she finally exclaimed, pulling her into a close
embrace. "I always dreamed of meeting one, this is so wonderful!"
Josie stared at her as if she had lost her mind. "You are, what we all
dream of here! You're not a drag queen nor a freak of nature, you're,
you're... perfect!"

Josie stared at her in bewilderment, not believing what she just
heard. "Perfect? How could I ..."

She never managed to finish that sentence as the girl pulled her in a
tight embrace, almost crushing her. She heard the girl laugh and smile
and she finally realized, the girl's joy was genuine and then she
relaxed and hugged the girl back. She felt the softness of her curves
pressed against hers, the warmth of her body and then she felt the
girl's cock grow against her belly, separated only by the their cloths
from the warmth of her own skin. 
It was that feeling, and the memory of how hard and eager it looked,
when the girl had been performing on stage, that made her suddenly
imagine how it might feel like having it inside her. Josie's breath
quickened and she felt an unknown heat grow in her, causing her to
press her crotch against the swollen cock she felt so close to her
skin. The girl's hands moved down her back and cupped her ass,
squeezing it, pulling her closer against her cock. They looked at each
other, both their faces flushed with arousal. 

"I want you", the girl whispered looking into Josie's eyes, and Josie
only nodded, knowing suddenly what these sensations that were growing
inside her body meant. The girl reached up and touched Josie's face,
pulling her closer for her first kiss when a voice interrupted them.

"Cheryl, you're turn again on stage, you're up there in 10 minutes!"
They broke the embrace, and Josie looked at the door, blushing again
as she saw the waitress from the bar smiling at them. "I'm sorry guys,
but you know - the show must go on!" She smiled and pulled her head
back through the curtain.

Cheryl looked at Josie, her fingers still caressing the face. "Please
don't leave." She suddenly looked vulnerable, scared, Josie might use
this opportunity to slip out of the door and leave her life. Josie
watched her, the vulnerable expression on the other's face causing an
emotion grow in her she had never felt before, an emotion that made
her smile back at her, touching her face with a soft touch as well. 

"I won't, don't worry. I'll still be here when your show's over." And
then, out of an impulse that surprised herself, she leaned forward and
kissed  Cheryl on her lips. It was the first kiss of her life, and
when she felt the girl's lips part and tease her lips with her tongue
until they opened, she never wanted it to end. 

Cheryl finally broke the kiss and left Josie behind, out of breath,
but for the first time in her life, longing for somebody.

After a few minutes she finally went back to the bar and, spotting an
empty small table close to the stage, went to the table and sat down.
She didn't dare to look around this time, nor did she dare to think
about what had just happened. The waitress brought her another drink,
telling her with a knowing smile that made her blush, that this one
was on the house.  Josie emptied it quickly, welcoming the effect it
had on her rationalizing mind.
 When the lights went out and the spotlight concentrated the attention
of the audience to the curtain, she felt her heart beat like crazy.
Cheryl entered the stage, wearing a school girl uniform, the classical
white blouse, short plaid skirt uniform, only that the white thigh
high stockings, combined with white garters she was wearing would
probably have been banned by any school on the continent. The same
held true for the length of the skirt, being so short it barely
covered her ass and completely failed to hide the dangling cock.
                               
The sight of the cock sent again erotic tingles to her pussy and she
watched with raising arousal how the girl on stage started to caress
herself, cupping and squeezing her bra less breasts through the blouse
until her hard nipples poked against the material. Josie, as well as
the rest of the audience, noticed that the nipples were not the only
part of the girl's body that was swelling. As Cheryl was teasing the
audience, the cock slowly hardened, lifting the skirt, until it
pointed from the girls crotch. Josie  heard a moan to her right and
she realized, she was not the only one who was fascinated by the
girl's show and the massive cock.

Glancing over to that table, she noticed a woman who had her partner's
hand between her leg, obviously being rubbed by her as she stared at
the cock and the lewd display on the stage. Josie gasped as Cheryl,
the blouse open, now undid her skirt and wiggled out of it, wearing
nothing but garter and the stockings. She looked up and realized
Cheryl was now looking at her as she was caressing herself. Knowing
she had Josie's attention, Cheryl stepped closer, almost to the edge
of the stage and, licking her lips, slid her hands down her body to
her hips as she slowly sat down on her heels, her knees wide open.

Josie trembled, feeling her own cock painfully hard in its restraints
as she watched a slim hand move under the cock and cup the heavy
balls, caressing them until the moans from the table next to her mixed
with a low, deep moan from the stage that made Josie tremble. She
watched Cheryl stroke the now fully hard cock, her hand barely able to
close on it as it slowly moved up and down. The music had long ended
and the room was silent, in complete darkness as everybody watched
Cheryl, caught in the spot's bright light, masturbate for Josie. 

Watching the massive cock, Josie felt her pussy overflow with
moisture, the only thought she had was how it would feel in her,
pumping her with the same, slowly accelerating speed that the hand was
pumping it. Cheryl's face was now flushed with excitement, her moans
mixing with the moans and groans that joined her from the dark room.
Josie trembled, a hand pressed through her dress against the wetness
that soaked her pantyhose. She looked up at Cheryl's face again and
saw her mouth move in a silent "I want you". She moaned and shook and
then, as Cheryl's mouth opened in an expression of ecstasy, the
spotlight went dark. Moments later, Josie heard heard a groan and then
a scream of lust from the stage, followed by an equally ecstatic moan
to her right as the woman was brought to her climax by her partner. 

The darkness lasted long enough to allow everybody to rearrange their
clothing, leaving Josie sitting in the darkness, totally ensnared by
emotions she had never felt before. As the lights went back on, she
noticed the table to her right was now empty. She hesitated a moment
and then got up as well. Afraid she might not dare to do it if
somebody looked at her, she went back to the room where she danced
with Cheryl, her gaze fixed on the floor. Moments later, a door on the
other side of the room opened and Cheryl, almost running, burst into
the room, still wearing her blond wig and the school girl uniform, the
blouse barely closed. She stopped, an expression of joy gleaming in
her eyes when she saw Josie. 

"You didn't leave!" Josie stepped closer, her emotions almost
overwhelming her as they hugged. Cheryl finally broke the embrace.
"Come..." she simply said, pulling her by her hand. In her wardrobe,
they looked at each other and then both moved, pulling each other into
a passionate kiss. They kissed for what felt like an eternity for
Josie, tongues playing with each other, hands roaming over each others
body until they both were breathing hard.
 
"Please, " Josie whimpered, as her cock, still trapped in the
pantyhose's leg throbbed. Cheryl slowly moved down until she was
sitting on her heels again and looked up at her. Her hands caressed
the nylon covered legs, feeling the smooth softness under her hand as
she looked up at her lover. 

"I want to see it. " she whispered, her hands gently and slowly
sliding up the legs. "I want to see what you've been hiding so long. I
want to feel it and... " she kissed a knee, "taste it". Josie looked
down at her, her hands trembling as she caressed the hair. 

"I've never.. oh god..." she gasped as Cheryl's hand found her cock,
that part of her that had made her life so miserable and that was now
so throbbing and begging to be touched. Cheryl's hand explored the
organ, her eyes opening as she felt its size. She pushed her gently
back until Josie was leaning against the mirror table. She pulled the
pantyhose down and watched amazed how the massive, 11 inch long cock
jerked up as it was freed from its confinement. 

"It's beautiful." she whispered, pushing the hem of the dress up to
expose it. Josie watched nervously how she exposed her cock and then
felt tears of relief fill her eyes as she heard Cheryl's amazed
comment. Cheryl looked up and saw her smile under tears and then
leaned forward to kiss it, determined to make Josie forget all the bad
memories she had about being a hermaphrodite. Josie felt the warm lips
on her cock and gasped, feeling it throb at the touch. A finger
touched it lightly, moving up it's length and then slowly down to its
base. 

Josie whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensations as the finger touched
her pussy lips, wet and slippery with excitement. She had closed her
eyes and missed the look of utter admiration on Cheryl's face as she
explored her lover "You're so beautiful, so perfectly the best of both
worlds! So soft.. hard.. vulnerable.." Josie gasped and shook as she
felt a finger separate her lips and enter her slightly until it found
resistance. 

"Oh my god Cheryl.. Chery.. don't.. oh god " She felt warm wetness
engulf the swollen head of her cock and moaned deeply, feeling heat
grow in her quickly. She leaned back against the mirrors, her hands
gripping the edge of the table as she tried to keep herself from
falling, as the bewildered moans of her lust filled the small room.
Cheryl's finger rubbed her lips in a slow tantalizing rhythm. She
moaned as he tasted salty precum on her tongue. Her other hand gripped
the thick cock as good as it could and stroked it. She heard Josie's
gasps and groans and looked up as she sucked on the thick cock head,
caressing it with her tongue. 

Josie's hips bucked as she felt the heat in her explode, her knuckles
white as she grabbed the table's edge hard. She felt her cum being
squeezed through her cock, the sensation so intense, almost painful,
she couldn't help but screaming out on top of her lungs. Cheryl felt
it swell in her hand and then it squirted in her mouth, coating her
tongue with thick, salty semen. 

Josie winced and shook as wave after wave shook her body, the center
of her universe concentrated on the pulsing cock that filled her
lover's mouth until it overflowed and dripped on the white blouse. The
waves finally ebbed and she felt her legs give way until she slided
off the table and knelt next to her lover, hugging tightly, sobbing in
joy and amazement, determined to never ever let her go.
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If you didn't please tell me as well :)

And - if the story gave you an erotic tickle - thank you :)

Those who liked it can find my other stories here:
http://cynfulangel.blogspot.com/

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