The Mature Transvestite Who Met Polenta on a Forum

Everyone who reads me already knows this: what I tell you happened to me for real, and this story is no exception. It was one of those sweltering, sticky afternoons that leave you thinking of nothing but skin against skin. It wasn’t that long ago, just last summer. I was restless, my body on fire and a need rising up from deep inside me. I’m a mature transvestite, and by now I know my appetite well: when the body asks, you have to answer without arguing.

I had gotten myself ready since early morning, long before I even had someone to be ready for. I put on a thong and black lingerie that barely covered my nipples, fishnet stockings, garters, all in the same color, which is my favorite. On top I slipped on a little yellow dress, short and suggestive, the kind that hints at more than it shows. That season I wore my chestnut hair, not too long, held back with a black clip, and I stepped into very high heels, also black, so my ass would be well defined when I walked.

I was up for anything that afternoon, so I went into a forum and it took less than ten minutes for a man to message me. He introduced himself gallantly and signed his messages as “Polenta.” The nickname made me laugh and, without wasting time, I asked him where such a curious name came from.

—You’ll have to find that out yourself, sweetheart —he replied—. And it’s going to cost you your ass.

I, who live for challenges, got even hotter at that. I answered right away that my little ass was aching for it, that whatever his name was, all I cared about was a bold man coming to take care of me. I wasn’t exaggerating: I was truly desperate.

We agreed to meet around eight at night, and it was only four in the afternoon then. By that point I was already dripping like a bitch in heat, my panties soaked and my nipples so hard they pointed at the ceiling. My little dick was still small, not erect, but it kept getting wet, and I felt a persistent tingling in my rectum that was screaming for attention.

Let it be eight already, I thought as I paced around the room.

The time came and Polenta knocked on my door. I let him in and gave him a welcoming kiss. He was pretty short, shorter than I expected, but he had his own appeal, a steadiness in his eyes that made up for his height. We talked for a while. He told me I was pretty, that he liked my figure, that I looked delicious. Every word made me hotter.

I started undressing him slowly, savoring every button. I stayed in my lingerie, just in my thong and bra, both tiny. My little dick barely showed under the tight fabric, flattened like a little button. Polenta was left in his boxer briefs, and I decided to yank them down in one pull.

That was when I saw that penis. It was tiny, with the foreskin covering almost all of it, bigger than mine, yes, but compared to others it was the smallest I’d seen in a long time. I couldn’t quite hide my surprise.

He didn’t even flinch when he saw my face. On the contrary, he seemed even more self-assured.

—Suck it, bitch —he ordered with a force that admitted no argument.

Obediently, I looked him in the eyes with my best slutty face and took that candy into my mouth. I started sucking it hard, and the truth is it was tastier than I’d imagined. Almost immediately his liquid came gushing out in spurts, and that turned me on even more. Then I noticed something: it was starting to grow inside my mouth.

***

The size it took on was incredible. I kept sucking, without stopping, and that cock that had seemed harmless turned into a thick, long dick. The veins stood out, the glans swelled and slipped free of the foreskin. The more I worked it with my mouth, the more it grew, until I started choking on it. It was enormous. I had never seen such a transformation, almost monstrous.

About thirty minutes passed of pure surrender. I was wet, with my rectum throbbing with need. Polenta held my head and told me what I needed to hear.

—Now you know why they call me Polenta, bitch. Because I rise in the pot, just like flour when it boils. Turn around, I’m going to blow your ass apart. I’m going to leave it open like a tunnel, and all the cum that comes out of that hole you’re going to swallow like the hungry whore you are. Hurry up.

He didn’t need to say it twice. I turned around, lifted my ass, and rubbed my nipples while I spread my cheeks with both hands. He wasted no time: he drove that cock into me in one single thrust. I let out a cry that was half pain and half glory, and I started moaning like a madwoman. I’d been speared all the way through in one stroke. A savage fucking, with no pause and no mercy.

I felt my little dick leaking uncontrollably, like an open tap. Polenta rode me like that, pumping, for almost a full hour. He groaned like a man possessed, moving his hips with the endurance of a rider, giving me dick nonstop. That hot iron was truly big, and it kept opening me more and more with every slam.

At one point he pulled out all at once and I saw myself reflected in the big mirror on the wall. My ass was open like a sinkhole, and the huge glans gleamed behind me. Seeing myself like that, stretched and surrendered, made me see stars. He shoved it back in and we kept changing positions, each one deeper than the last.

***

After a good while and several positions, he came inside my ass with a long growl. He asked me to expel everything, so we waited a few seconds until the last warm drop fell from my asshole. Then he made me pick it up with my mouth, and I did it while looking him in the eyes, savoring that nectar as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.

—Good bitch —he murmured, satisfied.

Then he grabbed my little dick and jerked me off hard, without any gentleness, until he got my own cum out of me. And, of course, he made me taste that too. I drank it all down, rolled it on my tongue, and told him in a broken voice how delicious it was. He loved the answer.

Polenta was a real champion. His penis slowly lost size, until it went back to that little, apparently harmless thing it had been at the start. It was like the Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde of sex, I thought, and the idea made me laugh inside. That short man had made me his woman with total mastery, and the level of dilation I got that night was the best I’d felt in a long time. The orgasm was glorious. And there was plenty of cum for my mouth.

We stayed for a drink, talking and laughing, and then there were two more rounds of sex that stretched on until three in the morning. It was an unforgettable night, one that stays etched in memory. I felt complete, satisfied down to the last corner of my body.

That encounter made me more of a sissy, more of a slut, and made it clear to me that I still have a lot to explore. I promised myself I’d keep training my ass for big cocks, prepare better, especially for thickness. Polenta also licked my nipples for a good while, and that crowned the night: nothing melts me more than a greedy mouth on my little lemons.

Just thinking about it brings back that familiar tingling down there. Until next time. Kisses.