She cried out “Holy Shit!” and impaled herself on most of it before beginning to ride me like a pile driver in and out of her canal. Her vagina... muscles went into spasms and contractions around me as her honey flowed around the shaft. The feelings of her orgasm spurred me on and I let myself be lost in the wildness of the moment. The veins on my cock were enlarged and making a great “French Tickler” along the walls of her vagina, but she hadn’t taken me all yet, she had stopped short. Why hadn't I been born a girl - so I could demonstrate to my gender how to REALLY be a girl? I began to pray - not to god, because I knew that he would condemn me for it - but to his opposite, Satan. I got down on my knees, totally naked, an erect penis, and prayed as hard as I ever prayed to Satan to transform me into a woman. In return I promised Him that I would serve Him faithfully as long as I lived, and labor for Him in the brothels of Hell for eternity. And I meant everything I said.. Though we grew apart shortly after that, I continued to fantasize about more encounters. Here is one of my favorite fantasies: I went back to visit him one day to see if we were still friends, only this time I was wearing thigh highs, garters & a corset under my clothes. I tell him I will never tell anyone about our "fun" and that we can just go our own ways and that's cool. He says he feels too guilty after he does it, but no matter how hard he tries he just can't stop because it feels so. I guess they were searching for my nipple. When his finger found my hard erect nipple, he started exploring my nipple. To help him I pulled up my top, pulled down my bra and gave him access to my tits. He was tracing my nipple, pinching it, pressing it, rubbing it, doing all form of things while he pumped his cock. What a kinky couple of fucks we were. I’m not sure if anyone saw but that stretch of road was so erotic. I was loving it. I could feel an orgasm building up and he looked ready to.