The A-Team

Carrie, Robin and Cassie had set you, Joshie and Rupert on a date at a local gay bar called Ettie Mae's. Your date was named Karla Ramirez. Joshie's date was Dee Rogers. And Rupert's date was Betty Jane. It wasn't a secret to anyone that your dates weren't genetically female. They were transsexuals.

Karla was a fit, muscular Colombian bartender and mathematics student. Betty originally hailed from England, like Rupert and Robin, and had pale skin and a thick snake under her panties. And Dee was tall, solidly built with a thick ass and heavy fake tits, and a big black cock for the tiny blonde Joshie.

You were all booked at the same restaurant. You could see nervous Joshie a table over. It appeared Dee had her foot between his thighs, and he couldn't stop squirming. Meanwhile, Rupert was looking lustily across the table at Betty.

For your part, Karla was beautiful. Long dark hair, perfect brown skin, and a thick rear, she was your dream girl in so many ways.

"You're quiet," Karla observed. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Oh no," you said. "I'm just ... captivated, really. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"Even prettier than Carrie?" she asked, cocking her eyebrow. "I appreciate the compliment. You're a pretty boy too. I normally prefer women, but ... you're built like one." You blushed.

"Thanks ... I guess." Karla looked over at the other tables. Very little food was being eaten. Both Dee and Betty were snuggled up to their boys. Karla scooted her chair closer to yours, and she kissed you. Her tongue pushed into your mouth and you let her taste you, her tongue swirling against yours. She took your hand, pulling it between her thighs, and you could feel her cock start to swell in your hand.

"Just like a girl. Let's get back to my place," she said breathlessly.

***

There was a Colombian flag on her window. She stripped you, looking over your tiny cock and round white ass. You watched her strip, her big cock as brown as the rest of her, hairless, and nine fat inches.

"Oh my God," you said. She flipped you onto your belly, lubing your ass up. You moaned.

"Not your first time, I take it?" she asked.

"No ... I had a boyfriend for most of high school," you said.

"What was his name?"

"Marco."

"Ah, no wonder Carrie wanted me for you." She stroked her cock, adding more and more lube until it shined. Then she started to slide it into your ass, the head popping in to you, followed by inch after inch of the most perfect cock you'd ever felt. It was feminine and masculine all at the same time. She worked in and out of you, and you came. Once, then twice, your cock constantly kept at attention as hers pushed against your prostate. And because you were laying flat on your belly, there was nowhere to go. You were completely, and irrevocably, hers now.