Getting to grips with the initial shock of Marielle being a shemale Peter
thought of all the possibilities. He was certainly attracted to her in a
big way, she had shown him nothing but kindness and willingness, and so
what was the problem. Meanwhile Marielle was sitting on the bed
crying. Sitting beside her he put his arm around her and drew her in close
to him. “Things will work out, if that’s what you want?” “We can but try”
he said. Wiping her eyes with a tissue, she smiled all she had ever wanted
was for someone to accept the way she was, Grace had done so, why couldn’t
everyone else?
Standing in front of Peter she removed her dress, she was now naked, he
couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she certainly had an a gorgeous figure,
the most beautiful face, her rounded but firm perky breasts, the long waist
length hair and those long legs that seemed to go on forever. She sat back
down beside him, again he put his arms around her, he wanted her, and he
desired his lips touched hers as the fell backwards on the bed. Laying
there they started fondling each other no words were spoken; they
understood each other perfectly and knew of the possibilities. Kissing her
deeply and passionately he held her close, her arms around him and touching
him gently, his mouth found a ripe erect nipple and he suckled on it bring
Marielle to a new height, and with her clitty throbbing Peter went down to
suck on it., moving down between her legs his head bobbing up and down and
his arms outstretched finger tweaking her moist nipples. This was a new
experience for him, and he was enjoying it, and as he looked up he could
see Marielle writhing and moving about the bed. The sucking became more in
tense, and the more excited Peter became, the more he found it hard to
control himself. Deeper and deeper into his throat he took Marielle’s
clitty, until it exploded and spurted in his mouth, Marielle moaning with
ecstasy.

Turning her over onto her stomach, Peter grabbed her by the hips onto her
knees. Looking for some lubrication he found some in a drawer, and with
that he lubricated Marielle’s pretty tight asshole with his fingers, making
sure it was nice and slippery, as he entered her hole with his huge erect
cock. Taking his time, going a little deeper each time, he heard her moan,
when he was totally inside her ass he put his arms around her and tweaked
her nipples again, she responded by pushing her ass back into him, as if to
say take me, I’m yours. Holding her hips he pushed his cock in and out, he
couldn’t get enough of her, he went a little faster, not too much as he
wanted to enjoy this moment, and knowing Marielle was willing participant
did help. “My god “he thought “what a wonderful feeling”, quickening up the
pace, and thrusting deeper he could feel the build up, trying hard not to
cum too soon he pounded into her now not so tight ass, until he could hold
back no more, and with a shout of “I’m cumming “his body jerked a few times
as he spurted his seed into her ass, before collapsing onto Marielle’s
back. Kissing her neck he rolled off and they were kissing one another with
such a passion when suddenly they both stopped and stared at each other,
there was this feeling that they were not alone, noticing the bedroom door
standing wide open, they look and were surprised, for who should be
standing there but Grace, herself.

“I see you have both had a nice time since I have been away” she said,
looking at the two naked people on her bed. “Did you enjoy yourself Peter?”
what could he say, “How much did you see?” he asked Grace. “I saw enough
“was the reply. “Stay where you are both of you” said Grace as she walked
across the room to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror she took
off her jacket, undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor, unhooking her
bra she let it fall and bent down to take her panties off and hold up
stockings, and was fixing her hair, when just at moment in time Peter
walked in, he wished to wash his cock and make it clean again. Seeing Grace
standing there in all her glory made his cock go hard again, “what was she
thinking of doing now” thought Peter, then a thought came to him and a big
smile came across his face, drying off his cock he returned to the bedroom
. A shout came from the bathroom “just you two carry on, I’m going to have
a quick shower”, Turning the shower tap on Grace quickly dived in and have
a shower just to freshen herself up after a day at the office, Shutting off
the tap she could hear strange noises coming from the bedroom, wrapping the
towel around herself she walked to the bathroom door and stood and stared
at the antics that Marielle and Peter were getting up too, the two of them
romping upon the bed.

As they settled down to comfort each other, Grace could see how tenderly
they touched Peter lying on top of Marielle and kissing all over her body,
kissing each nipple and licking it, even nibbling at them made Grace drop
the towel lower on her body. Touching her own breasts she wished and
imagined it was Peter who was handling them, touching her nipples, and
squeezing them till they were erect.

Peter slowly moved down Marielle’s body, kissing her stomach and down her
thighs, Marielle’s small clitty standing to attention made Grace want it to
be her. The towel had totally fallen off of Grace’s body and her hand went
straight to her honey pot, fingering her clitty she realised how wet she
was, watching what they were doing, had it got her this excited? Putting
her fingers into vagina she began to finger herself wanting so much to have
a huge cock inside her. Moaning quietly as her fingers did a merry dance
inside her, Peter looked up and saw Grace, whispering something to Marielle
he stopped what he was doing and got off the bed, walking towards Grace he
took her hand and led her to the bed.

Peter lay in the middle of the bed with `his’ two women. Kissing Marielle
he felt Grace stretch across his body, she suckled on Marielle’s nipple
while her hand went down and around Peter’s hard cock, pounding it up and
down to a rhythm. Peter had Marielle in one arm still kissing her and with
his other was playing with Grace’s clitty. Both women were moaning with
pleasure. Then Marielle stopped kissing Peter and went down on Grace and
sucked and licked her sopping wet clitty, her arms out stretched playing
with Grace’s huge breasts, fingering her nipples and giving them a little
squeeze now and again. Mean while Peter had taken his cock and put it in
Grace’s mouth letting her suck, lick and flick her tongue around it, she
ate him hungrily; Grace’s hands came up under Peters testicles, as she
played with them and the ring at the back of the scrotum, the other
stretched up to pull the ring on his nipple. He gave a groan his cock was
nearly at the exploding point with Grace sucking so hard on it, her heading
bobbing up and down off of the pillow. Peter pulled the cock out of Grace’s
mouth gave it a few strokes before jerking and going into spasms as his cum
juice went over Grace’s mouth and chin, Marielle, having enjoyed eating
Grace’s pussy, a wet ring around her mouth was climbing slowly up the bed
. She wanted to taste and started to lick Peter’s cum off of Grace’s face,
and before they knew it they were kissing. Grace lightly touching
Marielle’s pert breast playing with the nipple as Marielle’s hand went to
finger her wet clitty. Their kissing became so intense, mixing both their
juices, cum with cum; both ate each others face hungrily, Peter sat back
and watched them.

The women went into a sixty-nine position, Grace having Marielle’s small
but hard clitty in her mouth, and Marielle back sucking Grace’s pussy, and
fingering Grace’s ass with two fingers. `God was this a vision or what’
thought Peter’ this is every man’s dream, and it is happening right here in
front of me’. Both were sucking away at each other the slurping noises were
getting louder and louder just like the moans. It was getting too much for
both women and Marielle beckoned to Peter, who was all to ready to
oblige. Marielle slipped off of Grace’s body and stood to watch what Peter
was about to do. Lying on his back he let Grace mount him. She moaned with
delight as she lowered herself on his rock hard throbbing cock. He
meanwhile teased her nipples until they were hard and brought her down so
he could suckle on them. Grace kissed all round his face hungrily she
wanted him badly, as her hot wet sopping pussy moved up and down on his
cock she felt a presence behind her, it was Marielle standing with her
small but very hard clitty in her hand. Moving nearer toward Grace she took
some lubrication from the jar at the bedside table, and spreading it on her
fingers she penetrated Grace’s ass, Grace’s gave a loud moan.

Marielle took hold of Grace’s hips and raised Grace’s ass up slightly so
she could penetrate it with her small hard cock. Slowly and methodically
she began to get into a rhythm, all three were in a state of ecstasy, all
enjoying each others body, but Grace most of all for she had her two
orifices filled at the one time. As each cock penetrated her Grace moan
with sheer delight, wanting it to never end, how long could the all last
out.

Marielle was the first to cum, she had gotten so excited and carried away
that just as she withdrew her hot wet juice came all over Grace’s ass, as
it trickled down the crevasse of the buttocks it dripped onto Peter’s
scrotum, making him wet there, more than he already was with Grace’s juices
and with the build up of heat between them causing beads of sweat over both
their bodies. Marielle stood back and watch the pair writhe and squirm
about, Grace, panting orgasm after orgasm but finally it was the big one,
Peter’s rock hard pulsating cock could take no more and a few jerks and
shudders he shot his load into Grace whose body was shuddering and her
breast heaving as she came herself. Grace couldn’t speak, let alone
anything besides she slipped off of Peter’s body lay back exhausted, trying
to catch her breathe she found it difficult to talk at that precise moment
in time. When she managed to compose herself, she looked up to see Marielle
licking and sucking Peter’s cock clean.

Feeling quite envious of Marielle licking Peter’s cock, Grace demanded that
Marielle get down between her legs and lick all the cum from her, like the
obedient maid she was she knelt at the bottom of the bed, bent down and
started to lick her Mistress’s pussy, the sweet taste of her Mistress’s cum
and the saltiness of Peter’s made and interesting combination, her tongue
delving deep inside Grace’s pussy sucking all the cum juices out, lapping
it all up. Pushing the pussy lips apart so she could tongue Grace’s clit,
Marielle’s tongue went into every crevasse, even into Grace’s pee
hole. Taking her finger she began to massage Grace’s clit, although it was
a nice feeling Grace stopped her. `I need to pee’ said Grace `lie down
Peter with you mouth open,’ Peter stared at her,’ Look I’m your Mistress
you will do as you are told now get down on the bed with you mouth open’
Peter obeyed . Climbing back on the bed he lay on his back with his mouth
open and Grace straddled his face.’ Now remember’ she said `if one drop of
urine goes on the bedding it will be punishment time for you again, so try
not to let spill from your mouth’. Crouching down Grace pulled her pussy
lips apart and slowly began to urinate in Peter’s mouth, he made sure he
got every drop and none was spilt, stopping mid stream she told Peter to
get off the bed and Marielle to take his place, obediently Marielle lay on
the bed mouth wide open. Again Grace crouched over Marielle’s face and
pulling the pussy lips apart she slowly finished her urination in
Marielle’s mouth, she then told her to lick her Mistress dry.

Deciding that she needed a shower Grace climbed off the bed and went to the
bathroom, turning on the shower tap she let it run till the water was warm,
and then she shouted on Peter come to her, but saying Marielle must stay
where she was in bed. Peter didn’t think this fair for he wanted to be with
the two of them but he must obey his Mistress, so he walked over to the
bathroom and saw Grace in the shower beckoning him to come beside
her. Hesitantly he got into the shower with her. `Soap me all over’ she
told him ‘let me feel your hands all over my body, raising her head up to
meet his eyes she said `how I adore you, I want you for myself, I will not
share you ever again’ kissing him fully on the lips, but Peter didn’t
respond to Grace’s disappointment, she became quite angry and slapped his
face hard, `Get out of my sight `she said `You ingrate that you are’. `You
want that thing through there on the bed, she is neither one nor the other
and you show her your passion your desire, and what about me? Don’t I
deserve some happiness?’ With that Peter turned walked out of the shower
and the bathroom, Grace could hear Marielle begging him to stay, and the
bedroom door slam close.
To find out what happens next you will have to wait and see. Will Peter
walk out of either Marielle’s and Grace’s life for good or will they make
amends, for that you will have to wait for part 5.

By Brett Lynn

“Man, am I glad to get off that bus! It’s apparent that bus driver
confused the concepts of cold and fucking antarctic! Plus, now I’m
nipped out too.”
Marilyn stepped off the bus into the quiet, cool Queens afternoon. She
was on her way to see a movie. Any movie. Just anything to escape
civilization for a couple of hours. She had a tendency to do that
whenever she had a bad week. This one sure qualified as one. First,
she had a whole pile of tests thrown onto her at once. Plus, she had to
write a 6 page paper for her least favorite subject, English, on some
Shakespeare play. And, of course, it seemed that as fall descended, the
sex drives of the fine men of the Bronx seemed to rise. It seemed as if
someone had slipped something into the water or something. So, with Kat
busy with a school project, she decided to head into her native borough
to relax for a bit and return to the Bronx with her batteries
recharged. As she was thinking this, she nearly walked right into the
glass at the box office.

“What movie is starting the soonest?”

“Um, well, we have `Autumn in New York’ starting at 1:40…”

“One ticket please?”

“That’ll be $8.25 ma’am.”

Fishing a $10 bill out of her pocket, she slipped the money through the
opening in the box office. “Here you go.”

“OK, your change will be $1.75. Here’s your ticket and enjoy the show!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Marilyn thought to herself. “I just need to relax.
Forget this fake friendly crap.” Her dress belied her attitude.
Underneath her thin Tommy Hilfiger jacket, she wore a ratty little
t-shirt with enough of the bottom cut off to show off her belly. She
dug up some track pants, wore some green lace panties she just happened
to find clean this morning, and finished it off with some old basketball
shoes. As she handed off her ticket to the ticket taker, she barely
paid enough attention to him to figure out where the theater where the
movie she was supposed to see is playing.

She quickly bounded up the stairs, then half ran into the small movie
theater, as if the doors could somehow keep me safe. She decided to
take a seat in a back row, the better to stretch her legs. “Ah, the
sweet joys of American escapism. What would I do without them!” she
sighed to no one particular. “Oh shit, there’s some time before the
movie. Let me get a soda right quick…”

Marilyn returned to her seat just after the previews started rolling.
She put her large soda down on the floor, shucked off her jacket, then
plopped down in the padded seat. She reclined slightly, then picked up
her soda and placed in against her partially exposed belly. “Mmm, that
feels good,” she thought to herself. “If this wasn’t in public, I’d be
tempted to whip it out right now and stroke myself off.” Then she took
a glance around the movie theater. Save for a few girls her age, a
middle-age couple and an older couple, the theater was vacant. “What
would I do for a place to think without Hollywood churning worthless
crap? Got to a library?” she thought. Then, she chuckled out loud,
nearly spraying the soda she was sipping on.

As expected, the movie was crap. However, it gave Marilyn a chance to
clear her head. After all, when you had a week like she had, you just
need to just let your mind free associate for a bit, take it out for a
jog if you will. So, Marilyn stared blankly at the glowing screen,
sipping on her soda, idly scratching and squeezing on her braless
breasts. After not too long, her soda was finished, and her eyelids
were getting heavier and heavier. “If I didn’t have to pee, I’d be able
to get a nice long nap out of this movie,” she thought to herself. Her
legs stiff from sitting, she stretched her long, built body up, then
stepped out of the movie theater towards the bathroom.

The women’s room was fairly quiet when Marilyn stepped in there. It
seemed too large for it’s own good, especially considering the
`prodigious’ crowds that filtered through the movie theater this time of
day. However, along the long wall of sinks, she did notice someone
interesting. First off was the woman’s hair, dyed a bronze hue,
shoulder length, and despite a bit of a curl towards the bottom, in need
of a fresh perm. However, the face that she spotted in the mirror
seemed permanently fresh. A cross between the cute chubbiness of a baby
and the subtle intensity of sensuality, the woman’s caramel-hued face
was staring intently into the mirror, placing mascara on her eyelashes.
Now situated directly behind the woman, Marilyn looked at the rest of
her body. The stranger’s body appeared the epitome of `ghetto
fabulous’, with her thick body, huge round butt and large, slightly
sagging breasts encased in a simple black tube dress that barely covered
her big, soft thighs as she bent over the sink.

“Not bad, not at all,” Marilyn though to herself as she tried to slip in
backwards into a stall, trying to keep a glimpse of that body as long as
possible. When she slipped down her pants, she noticed that she has
developed a bit of a hard-on. “Cute. Now I’m gonna have to angle
myself as I sit down not to get my tip in the water,” she thought to
herself, carefully not to say anything out loud to give her away. She
then took care not to think any more of the beautiful woman outside of
her stall as she relieved herself, not wanting to have to entangled her
manhood from the toilet. Finished, she tucked herself back up between
her legs, pulled up her pants and panties, then opened the door to her
stall. She caught herself staring at the beautiful stranger in front of
her, watching her as she put her wine red lipstick on her soft lips.

“Like something you see?”

“What?!”

“I saw you staring at me ever since you came in here,” the stranger said
as she looked at Marilyn through the mirror. She then turned her head
around to look behind her and said, “I’m kinda flattered.”

“I’m saying though, um, well, I just thought you were…”

“Fine? Sexy? If you were a man, you fuck me this second? What
difference do the words make? I know you want me,” the stranger
responded as she turned to face Marilyn and stood up. Marilyn took this
time to check out the whole package, from her cute face and cherubic
lips, to her huge tits, to her slight belly that looked so cute on her,
to the thick thighs all the way down to her 3 inch platform heels. She
felt the stranger eye her from top to bottom and said, “you ain’t half
bad yourself. I wish I had a body like yours. Then again, I have had
bodies like yours in that special way.”

“S-so I take it you like women?”

“And men. What difference does it make?”

“M-my name is M-marilyn? What’s yours?”

“Just call me…Love, and we’ll leave it at that. Besides, I like looking
at you better than that damn movie I was watching.”

At that, Love reached up, looked into Marilyn’s eyes and lightly
squeezed at Marilyn’s breasts. She repeated the squeezing motion again,
this time lightly pulling on Marilyn’s nipples through her shirt. Her
hands kept slowly moving as they cupped and massaged her breasts, then
moved her hands down to caress her soft belly. When her hands brushed
against the ebony midriff, Love gave the stomach a playful squeeze,
looked up at Marilyn with big eyes, smiled innocently and said “mmm…this
looks yummy!” Her lips moved down to where her hands were and gave
Marilyn’s stomach a few light pecks. She then sucked on the exposed
belly button, kissing it and flicking at it with her tongue.

“O-ooh, that feels good,” Marilyn managed to gave out between shivers of
pleasure.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes, very much.”

“I might do some more of that later. Meanwhile, I have something else
to attend to,” Love remarked with a wink and a mischevious smile.

She then reached between Marilyn’s legs to grope at her crotch. As she
ran her hand back and forth against the smooth crotch, her eyes bulged
out in surprise. “Hmm…looks like I’ll get to find out whether the `If
you were a man’ situation really is true.” She reached her hands inside
Marilyn’s waistband and pulled her pants down to midway up her thighs.
She then pulled aside the green lace panties, letting Marilyn’s dick pop
out and hang slightly outward and down.

“It looks like someone’s getting excited.”

“Yeah,” Marilyn nervously chuckled, “y-you could say that.”

“Well I got something more exciting for you….”

With that, Love pulled the dick out until it was parallel to the floor,
then bent over and gave the tip. She then slobbered Marilyn’s tip a bit
and licked all around the head to the little ridge at the base of the
tip. Her lips caressed the sensitive skin as she dragged her lips from
the tip down to the shaft, her tongue flicking out as she did this. Her
free hand was stroking the piece of dark meat in her hands, part out of
admiration, part out of lust, part out of caring as one would a pet.
She nuzzled her nose against it, then started kissing wetly against the
dick in her hands. She felt it twitch and harden as she continued her
attentions, and felt its owner shuddering, felt her hands in her hair
stroking it, heard her moaning. By the time she reached the base, she
stopped, blew all over the wet skin on the shaft, then starting kissing
and sucking the skin on the balls.

“Oh yes…please, don’t stop…”

Love gave Marilyn a series of short, soft butterfly kisses on her
balls. She gave them with the patience and caring one only gets with a
connection between human beings. She used her mouth to show how much
she liked doing this, covering the balls in front of her with kisses.
Just as she was about to bring her lips back up to the cock, she a
shudder from her partner and felt a hard tug on her hair.

“Are you OK?” Love asked.

“Uh..uh…yeah…just need to catch my breath. My knees just went jelly
there. Damn, you’re incredible!”

“Thank you,” Love replied with a smile.

“C-can I lean against the sink? So I don’t slip and fall and hurt both
of us?”

“Sure. Just let me do a few other things first.”

Love walked over to the end of the bathroom by the door. She quickly
placed the wet floor sign outside the door, then took the time to lock
the door from the outside and propped the garbage can up against the
door.

“There we go. We should have plenty of private time now,” Love said
with that infectious, almost innocent smile of hers. “Now lean up
against that sink miss,” she said with a mock harshness, “we have some
business to finish.”

Marilyn waddled over to the bank of sinks and leaned against the
counter, bracing herself with her hands. Love kneeled on the floor,
grabbed the half-hard cock with her hand, brought the tip to her mouth
and sucked on it hard, flicking her tongue all around it. As it started
to harden to completeness, she took more into her mouth, working her
tongue all around the thick shaft she was struggling to fit into your
mouth.

“Wow, you’re a *big* girl down there, if you know what I mean,” Love
remarked as she took the dick out of her mouth.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well, I think I can handle you though. Don’t worry. You won’t hurt
me, and everything will be OK, alright?” Love posed with a smile and a
gentle giggle.

“OK. Just lemme know if I’m hurting you.”

Love then quickly took 4 inches of cock back into her mouth, slobbering
and moaning contentedly. She took the time to work her tongue around
the huge dick and change the pressure she was sucking at as she worked
her mouth up and down.

“Yeah…that feels so g-good…please don’t stop…don’t hurt me like that,”
said Marilyn, nearly brought to tears by the sensations she felt. She
leaned heavily against the counter as she laid her head back, closed her
eyes, and tried to cope with the sensations shooting from her cock. She
reached under her shirt and started to paw at her breasts as she felt
that warm, wet, tight mouth bring her to a full erection and slip
another two inches inside, caressing every inch with care. She felt
hands stroking the rest of her cock outside of the mouth, and she opened
her eyes and looked down to see Love working her mouth with lust-filled
eyes and a smiling mouth. Marilyn stroked her hair in loving
appreciation with one hand as she felt the strokes on her cock get
longer and longer and deeper and deeper. When she felt a pair of hands
grab onto the base of her cock as another two inches were sunk down
Love’s throat, her hands went limp, not thinking that someone could make
her feel this good. Too lost in her sensations to cum, she reached up
her hands and brushed them by a pair of huge tits attached to the woman
sucking her off. While one hand continue up to grab and maul at her own
breast, the other lingered down there, reached in the tube dress and
started rubbing on a breasts, feeling the hard nipple and bumpy areola.
Just then, her hand went limp as she felt one very powerful suck that
would have made her cum if she didn’t lose herself in the feeling in the
first place.

Love then grabbed on tight to the three inches of the massive member not
exposed, then slipped the rest out of her throat. She took a deep
breath, now being able to breathe clearly without a dick in her mouth,
and said coquettishly, “so, you wanna play some more, huh?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Why don’t we switch places? I’d like to just lay back and have my
nipples bit and my pussy eaten. Besides, if you do a good job, I have
some fun for us,” she said breathlessly with a wink and an incandescent
smile.

Marilyn practically jumped off the counter and made room for her new
friend, who immediately jumped up and sat on the counter. She then
turned and faced her to hug her tight and kiss her hard, their tongues
dueling in each other’s mouth. She grinded her chest against her
friends, then disengaged so that her hands could fully explore the large
mammaries in front of her. As she roughly mauled them through the
dress, she felt Love press her chest against her hands, her tits oozing
out between the fingers. Marilyn then grabbed the part of the dress
over her breasts and pulled it down to her waist, exposing what she was
checking out before. The boobs were very large, as expected, with a
slight sag to them, topped with milk chocolate areola, bumpy all around,
and erect half-inch nipples.

“Mmm…looks like someone stuck chocolate kisses on your chest,” Marilyn
said to her new lover.

“Well, chocolate kisses just begged to be sucked and bit, right?”

“Yeah”

“Well suck on them for me, baby,” she said with a smile. “Bite my
nipples.”

Marilyn then took Love’s left breast in her hand and tentatively kissed
at a nipple. She then kept kissing it with more and more passion until
she was sucking on it hard, trying to pull it away from her breasts and
lifting the breast up in the process. She then took the nipple between
her teeth and lightly gnawed on it while her tongue was allowed to trace
the rough terrain of her areola. She took her right hand from the left
breast and used the fingernails on that hand to pinch at the other
nipple.

“Mmm…yeah…that feels so good,” Love moaned out to no one as she grabbed
Marilyn’s head tightly, weaving her hair through her long wavy hair and
squeezing as hard as possible. “Oh, yeah, move your hands all over
me…work me baby…”

Suddenly, Marilyn had an idea pop into her head, and she pushed her head
against Love’s hand in order to get her to release it.

“Wanna play a game?”

“But aren’t we playing one now?”

“Well, you’ll like this one,” Marilyn said with a confident wink. She
dropped to her knees, grabbed one of Love’s legs at the knees and
stretched it all the way out from her body. She then slobbered her lips
against the skin under the knee, looked up at Love and said “Are…”

She moved her lips to Love’s calf, pressing her skin against the
resilient muscle and the sweet skin. “You…”

Finally, she tried to suck the skin off Love’s ankles, flicking her
tongue fast against the skin. “Ready?”

“Fuck yeah…I wanna see what else you have to tease me with!” Love
replied with a smile.

Marilyn slipped the high-heeled sandal off of her lover’s foot, allowing
her access to the small, cute feet, capped with tiny toes painted in
polish the same color as her lipstick.

“OK, here’s the game,” Marilyn said softly. “We’re gonna play a game of
`This little piggy’ with a slight twist. Got me?”

“Yeah”

Moving so that her mouth was by the big toe, she looked up at Love’s
soft face and said softly “this little piggy went to market…” After she
said that, she took the toe between her lips, swirled her tongue all
around it, then sucked it into her mouth. She felt Love shudder all the
way through her toes as she pumped her lips up and down the toe a few
times, then pulled it out. “Are you ready for the next one?”

“Oh, yes, baby,” she replied as she reached up to palm her breasts. “I
can wait until the last part,” she said with a lustful smile.

“Ooh, you’ll see,” Marilyn replied with a wink. “You’ll see. Now this
little piggy went home…” She finished that line in a similar way she
finished the first one, with a nice long suck of the next-biggest toe.
She did this two more times, each time driving Love crazy, bucking her
hips up off the counter and pulling her nipples hard. Panting, she
looked down at Marilyn as said, “Mmmm…yeah baby…now how are you going to
get the last piggy…” She then pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing
her g-string, pawed at her pussy at then said “…home?”

Marilyn arrogantly smiled, then said “…and this little piggy went wee…”
She followed that up with a quick suck of Love’s little toe.

“…wee…”

She then sucked and licked at the skin on the side of the foot, running
her tongue down a bit to the bottom.

“…wee…”

She then took the thick ankle, grabbed onto it with her hands, sucking
and licking at the soft skin attached to the hard bone.

“…wee…”

She then moved around to between Love’s legs and licked all over the
soft calf.

“…all the way home!”

She then attached the legs with avengence, sucking and licking and
kissing her way up the leg. She lapped away at her skin like a dog laps
away at water. When her lips reached midway up the inner thigh, she
felt Love shiver hard.

“Oh God, baby, make me cum, oh please make me cum!!!” Love moaned out in
desperation.

So turned on by this display of lust was Marilyn that she raised her
shirt over her braless tits, pinched at her nipples, then rubbed them
lewdly against each thigh.

“Well, maybe, if you ask nicely,” Marilyn cooed in reply, then kissed
closer to Love’s pussy, close enough to smell how much wetness she’d
dripped onto the countertop.

“Please…make me cum…don’t do this to me!”

Marilyn kept playing with her tits in her hands as she nuzzled along
closer to the pussy that so begged to be kissed. Just as she was about
to touch it with her lips, she moved her lips over to the other side of
her pussy to nuzzle against the juncture of the other thigh to her hip.

Along in tears, Love screamed out “PLEASE…I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE!!!!”
Then she grabbed Marilyn’s head and aimed her lips straight at her
g-string covered pussy. Wanting to tease her lover just a bit more
before eating her out, she tentatively stuck out her tongue against the
soaked fabric and tongued out a `Y’ against it. No sooner that she did
that, Love grabbed her head tighter, wrapping her fingers in her hair,
trying to get off against her tongue. Still mauling and palming her
breasts in her hands, she kept moving her tongue against the
panty-covered pussy, slowing spelling out the rest of “You need me!” By
the time she reached the exclamation point, Love was bucking around like
a bronco, sobbing in tears, desperate for release.

“PLEASE…(sob!)MAKE ME CUM!!!…DON’T MAKE ME SUFFER LIKE THIS…”

Finally, Marilyn spread Love’s legs with one hand and pulled her
g-string aside with the other. She took one gentle lick on one of the
labia on the twitching, shaved pussy, then said, “mmm…this caramel sure
is sweet.” That one lick took Love past the realm of language and left
her laying against the mirror a sobbing mess. She did a matching lick
on the other labia, then went pressed her lips to her clit, taking it
inside and touching her tongue to the tip of it.

Love came so hard, she thought she was going to die. All the pulsing
sensations she felt coursing through her body were magnified. She felt
every muscle in her body tighten up as her pussy began to twitch in
orgasm. She felt her heart pumping harder and harden and faster and
faster. She felt like her brain start to swim in endorphins. Then it
happened. Her heart pumped so hard and fast, she felt like she was
going to have a heart attack. Her muscles felt as if they were going to
explode. Finally, she felt her pussy clamp down against itself harder
that she ever felt before. As the final contractions happened, she
slumped down against the mirror, lost in a world where all was piece and
she felt love. She felt like she was floating through space and that
she was going to be there forever. When she finally came to a minute
later, she felt her foot rubbing against some sort of pole. As she
opened her eyes, she saw that Marilyn was rubbing her foot against her
dick, using the soft flesh to get her hard. As she felt the dick
twitching, she tried to move her foot in a way to get him harder. Soon,
she was giving Marilyn a foot job, and as she felt him twitch, she
noticed that she was close to exploding that cock.

“L-love…remember that reward you owe me for a job well done?” queried
Marilyn as she held onto Love’s ankle to stop from collapsing on the
floor.

“Sure. Tell you what…I want you to pump my pussy a couple of times…to
get you lubed up…then I want you to stick that dick up my ass so I can
give you the cum I *know* you need.”

She jumped off the counter, then turn around and bent over the counter.
She pulled up the hem of her dress, finally showing off the massive
globes of her ass split by the thin band of the g-string. Marilyn,
tantalized by the sight in front of her, walked up to the fat ass, stuck
her dick in the crack, grabbed Love’s hips and started grinding against
her.

“Yeah, this is so nice…I gotta fuck this…”

Marilyn then stepped back just enough to pull the g-string to one side,
exposing Love’s pussy. She then bent her dick out, bent her knees some,
then slowly slipped each inch of her cock inside the wet pussy, pumping
it inside of her.

“Ooh…this is so good…you’re getting me so hot!” Love moaned out raspily.

“Thank you.” With that, Marilyn bent over Love, turned Love’s head to
the side and kissed her deeply, their lips hungrily caressing each
other, their mouths trying to swallow each others. After making out
like this, the two realized that Marilyn was balls deep inside of Love.

“OK…I think I’m ready to fuck your ass now.”

“Do it…I want your huge cock back inside of me…”

With that, Marilyn stood up straight again, pulled out of Love’s pussy,
lined up her dick with Love’s asshole and rammed half of it in.

“OOOOH!!!! YOU’RE GONNA SPLIT ME IN TWO!”

“Oh, sorry, it’s just that…er, I mean…I just got so excited…I didn’t
mean to hurt you.” Marilyn then bent over to Love’s head and kissed her
forehead in apology.

“Don’t apologize…that feels so good….now fuck my ass hard and pump some
cum up my ass!”

With one hand, Marilyn grabbed onto one of Love’s breasts, and she
reached down to her clit with the other. She locked lips with Love
again and began to pump deep inside of Love’s ass, playing with her clit
as she did it. Love moaned deeply into her mouth as their lips remained
locked.

“BAM! BAM! BAM!”

“Oh shit…I think someone’s figured out what we’re doing in here”

“Just fuck my ass hard and cum….Oh, I wish I could do this longer
though,” Love remarked.

Just as she said that, Marilyn stepped up the pace in her fucking,
fucking in long, powerful, quick strokes. She felt Love tighten her ass
to stroke her cock just right, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh G-god, yeah, I’m about to cum…”

“Yeah, nut in my ass…gimme all your cum!”

With those words, Marilyn lost control, pumping out of control. She
pumped three more times before pulling Love up tight to her, kissing her
hard and moaning into her mouth as she squirted her load inside of her
lover. After she finally stopped coming, she let Love down gently to
the counter and slowly pulled out of her ass.

“HEY! IS EVERYTHING OK IN THERE?”

“Oh shit! Let’s get dressed quick!” Marilyn whispered to Love. With
that, the two scrambled to get dressed. “One moment!” screamed out
Marilyn. Love pulled her dress back into position, put her shoe back
on, then scrambled to the door. Marilyn meanwhile pulled her shirt back
down, tucked herself back up and pulled up her pants just as the door
was opening, revealing a theater employee standing at the door.

“Hey, what was wrong?” the guy asked. “I heard a bunch of moaning in
here. Are you guys OK?”

“Um…yeah! It’s just that I think we both had some bad hot dogs. Yeah.
Um, can you give us a minute? I wanna talk to her for a bit,” Marilyn
nervously spoke out.

“OK, I’ll be outside when you’re finished.” With that, the theater
employee stepped out the bathroom.

“Man, that was incredible. If they say God is love, then you Love must
be as close to God as anyone I’ve ever seen,” Marilyn said.

“Thanks. That was kinda weird fucking some complete stranger. Do you
have any diseases?”

“Nah. Plus I doubt I can get you pregnant unless some of that cum seems
down into your pussy.”

“Well, the way it’s dripping right now, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“So what brought you here.”

“Oh, nothing much. Hubby is out of town on a tour of duty with the
Army. I had went clubbing last night, then climbed out of bed this
afternoon to hit a movie. I was just getting ready to see it, fixing my
make-up and such, when you stepped in.”
“Alright. Hey, what’s your number? Maybe we could hook up again
sometime. That was unreal!”

“No thanks…remember, I’m married!” Love then looked for her purse,
kicked a few sinks down in the midst of passion, then pulled out of her
purse a pen and some paper. “Here…write my number down, so I can get in
touch with you whenever the needs strike me,” she said with a wink.

“Thanks,” Marilyn said. Then she jotted down her name and number.

“Well, let’s get out of here…see ya around!” Love said with a smile,
then strolled out of the bathroom. Marilyn followed not to far behind
her. Just as she got out the door, the theater guy showed up in there.

“I know what you two were doing in there.”

“Is there a way for me to get out of trouble?”

“Well, you could show me your t…”

Just as he said that, Marilyn quickly grabbed the bottom of her shirt,
flashed the guy, then said to him “See ya!” Marilyn then ran on back up
the stair to the theater. She had missed most of the movie she had came
to see, but who cares? She enjoyed herself that afternoon.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself I’m five feet 10 inches tall
around 220 pounds, brown hair and eyes very muscular, I’m an
ex-professional boxer.

Around 10 years ago I I was working as a bouncer erotic a nightclub in Fort
Lauderdale, when one night I heard a commotion in the parking lot. There
were several men beating up a beautiful woman, when I tried to break it up
I ended up getting very banged up myself.
Her name was misty, she thanked me for helping her and asked if I need a
ride home since I was so beat up. I told her I was just doing my job but
since my glasses were broken I’d appreciate a ride home.

When we arrived god yes my house I invited her inside. I asked her why
those guys wanted to beat her up. She told me she was a trans-sexual, I
was shocked I had never met a transsexual before. Then she started
crying and told me what a nice guy I was and how she wished she had a
man like me. Then she reached over and started hugging me. I held her
for a while, then she tried to kiss me. I told her I’m not gay. She
said I know you’re not gay but I’d like to repay you for your kindness,
and then she started to kneel in front of me and undo my pants. I
didn’t know what to do and I froze for a minute, and she ripped my pants
down to my ankles and inhaled my cock.

It’s felt great, she knew how to suck, she grabbed my balls hard and
deep throated my cock, I never felt such incredible suction before, she
squeezed my balls so hard by almost screamed. I finally said,” god yes
suck my cock” she stood up and took off the rest of my clothes, then
she threw me onto the bed and took off her clothes.
She then climbed on top of ME and told ME to suck her balls. I had
never seen an erect penis before accept my own. Hers was much larger
must have been over nine inches. She said in a very deep erotic voice
suck my cock boy and started rubbing in all over my face. I became very
turned on at this point and opened my mouth which she promptly shoved
her cock in my mouth and started to fuck my mouth.

I had never been this turned on before I didn’t know what to think. My
mouth was being fucked by a beautiful she male and I liked it.
At this point she tried to turn me over onto my stomach I asked her what
she was doing? She said “it’s okay baby turnover” and flipped me over
onto my stomach. I told her I don’t want to be fucked which she said I
think you do and started to shove her huge cock in my ass. I screamed
it’s too big don’t AHHHH don’t god dam- it it’s too big. At this point
I felt it slide in my ass, I tried to get her off ME but she was very
strong, she said “take easy baby it will feel good in a minute” she
stopped thrusting so I tried to relax and after several minutes she
started fucking ME very slowly. My cock was rubbing against the bed
sheets. I was so horny at this point I would’ve done anything. She
told ME tell me your my bitch! I said never. So she withdrew her cock
and shoved it all the way back in as hard as she could. I screamed in
pain. She said,” tell me your my bitch”. I was then in incredible pain
and had no choice but to shout out I’m your bitch please fuck me!

To which she said “you need to be fucked like a bitch on your back with
your legs spread” and then she flipped me over and spread my legs and
shoved her cock in my ass. While she thrusts viciously in my ass she
jerked my cock harder than ever before. I howled in pleasure and pain
and humiliation she smiled her my humiliation and said “what’s it to
feel like to be fucked like a woman in the ass you bitch”

She suddenly stood up and crossed the room, she sat in the living room
chair and opened the drapes to the front of a house and told ME to come
here and sit on my cock where your neighbors can see the big tough
bouncer get fucked like a bitch by a she male!

I didn’t know what to do I was so horny I hadn’t come yet, and was
extremely humiliated and scared my neighbors would see ME but she had ME
in some kind of spell, she shouted “come here god dam it and sit on my
cock, do what I fucking tell you” so I walked over to her and said
“there’s no way your fucking ME in front of this open window” to which
she smacked ME in my face hard, my ears rang. She said “ride my cock
like good bitch” and I turned around and started to sit down on her
massive hard on. I could only get a little of it in my ass but she
grabbed my nipples and pulled me viciously down onto her cock and told
ME to ride her cock that she wasn’t going to do all the work.

So here I am in front of my open window riding a nine inch she male cock
with my own cock about to explode any second. Then she twisted my
nipples as hard as she could while thrusting her cock in ME so hard you
could hear it all through the house. She said “I’m going to come in
your ass you fucking queer” and I shot a load unlike any other load of
cum, I ever shot before in my life, all over my face and chest to which
misty said “lick up your come lover” and she shot her load of my ass.

I always remember that day!

My description: My name is Micky and I am 21 years
old, 5 feet 8 inches tall. A fulsome shemale, with smooth
soft skin, reasonably sized tits, (natural, no artificial
aids or female hormones) a rounded tummy, with a large
plump bottom, and long shapely legs. Sort of fuller
figure Marylyn Monro / Botochelli female shape. My penis
is very average at about 5 inches uncut, but my balls are
quite large, shaved, and hung closely up between my legs.
Because I admit to liking my food, I have a layer of body
fat over the muscles that I have, giving me a soft
covering of blubber, but yet not looking really fat.

My ass is quite large, due to the fact that I do so much
steep hill-running/walking/step-ups / dancing, that the
muscles under the layer of fat there, have grown quite
large and powerful, yet my rear end just looks big and
plump like a fresh peach as my friend Dave says!

Although, as I said I like my food, I am ‘into’
healthy eating and moderate exercise, and I have no
health problems, loads of energy, a clear skin and many
people have commented that I look very healthy and
wholesome. Believe it or not I am a virgin! Yes, I know
that it’s rare these days but I’ve known since I was a 10
year old that I seemed to fancy boys and not girls.

I have had many close homosexual encounters but no sex ever
took place, as I was always too frightened to go the
whole way. I also noticed that

I seemed to attract older men, and still do to this day.
When I reached around 18 years of age I realised that my
sexual inclination was as a ‘passive’ bottom, but again,
although I dreamed of being ‘taken’ sexually by a man it
had never happened in reality.

I sometimes felt that my healthy and fulsome
body was aching to be used by a man, and although I had
come near on quite a few occasions, I always held back
and would not allow any sex to take place except for some
kissing, hugging and a bit of ‘touching up’, before I
called a halt to proceedings. This gave me the
reputation as a little tease I’m afraid. Whenever an
older man came near me and started giving me those looks,
you know.. Furtive glances at my face, bulge and bottom
in my tight jeans, then sometimes, depending on how many
people were around and how adventurous they were, a
gentle touch to my arm, neck or face. This would set my
heart pounding and I would instantly go into ‘tease’ mode
just to see how far he would go. Sometimes, I could
hardly catch my breath as the touch of an older man would
seem like an electric shock to my young, fulsome and
yearning body.

When going out clubbing at night, I tend to wear
sluttish tight fitting: tights / leggings / tops made of
Lycra / Spandex, which shows off my fulsome body shape,
with a short blond wig. I also cover my rather full lips
with medium red lipstick, and then some face makeup /
mascara, but don’t overdo it. Finally, putting on some
perfume.

Since a child, I have had a weak bladder that causes
a bit of a leak that from time to time, and lets out a
small spurt of pee when I am surprised or shocked or
someone grabs me hard towards them or puts pressure on my
tummy. So my tights / leggings / panties covering my
crotch and ass area, sometimes (particularly after a
night out clubbing or exercising) smell of my pee, which
I try to cover up by spraying on female ‘perfumed’ body
spray around the affected area, and over my tights.

I work part time for a small catering company
delivering hot drinks and snacks to various offices and
workshops on the industrial estate near where I live. On
this particular day, I was late with my deliveries due to
being out clubbing the previous night. I really love
dancing all night to fast, modern ‘dance music’. Anyway,
I had come straight from the club to my small van, parked
just down the road in the yard of my bosses catering
supplies company, which contains the food and beverages
for that mornings deliveries.

I was wearing my usual tight fitting lycra top and
tights, which I would normally change out of before going
to work, but just didn’t have the time, so as it was
raining quite hard, I threw on a short red plastic
raincoat with a belt fastened tightly around my waist.
It had been a hot night in the club, dancing hard, and
many men had tried to pick me up, as well as an old guy
who just wouldn’t stop touching me up as I was dancing
around. At the end of a long nights dancing, my crotch
and ass area had got a bit damp due to my piss leak
problem caused by both my fast and hard dancing and men
grabbing me, quite forcibly around my waist in an attempt
to dance closely with me. Because the club is quite dark
the damp patches around my crotch and even the area
around my ass due to the pee pooling and wicking through
the material of my tights and panties whenever I sit down
for a rest, aren’t really noticeable. But you can smell
it if I sit down and forget to tightly, cross my legs.

But as I say, I am usually aware of my pee smell
coming from between my legs, especially when I sit down
and don’t cross my legs. But, I was late so didn’t have
time to get showered and changed. So, the raincoat goes
someway to hiding / masking this smell of a mixture of
perfumed body spray and pee. Strangely, I have found
that there are quite a few men out there who seem to get
really turned on by the aroma coming from down there
after a long nights dancing, and I’ve honestly never
understood why, as I’m embarrassed about it?

Anyway, there I was, rushing around, no time to even
get changed, have a shower or even go to the toilet (I
was bursting for the loo, as both my bladder and ass felt
very full). My customers would be angry if I wasn’t
there to give them their tea, coffee and snacks for their
morning break, and anyway I could use the companies
‘men’s room’ after I’d served my customers.

My first delivery was to a very large industrial
complex that also contained the company’s main offices
where the directors worked. This company were proud to
be making pharmaceuticals and drugs from totally natural
organic products, and there must be around 200 people
working on the site. Thankfully, I only have to supply
the management with their morning beverages and snacks.
This company are very strict with security, and so I
always have to present myself to their security
guardroom, before I can get in. They know me in there,
so it’s usually just a matter of signing the visitors /
contractors book and collecting my ID badge. But this
time, just because I was in a hurry, and also because of
the way that I was dressed, the security guys decided to
give me a hard time. I complained at being kept waiting
and said that my important customers would not like it
either, and they would be in deep trouble if they delayed
me. This was totally the wrong thing to say to them, but
I was feeling tired and a bit emotional.

The big bearded head of security, has never liked me
anyway, and the others pretty much do as he says.

“You will have to have another photo taken, sit down
on this chair”, the head security guy said.

This chair is situated in the correct position for the camera.
I sit down, crossing my legs and pulling the hem of my
short raincoat down as far as possible over the top of my
thighs. The height of the chair is not correct so he
walks over, bends down towards the front of the chair
that I am sitting in, and starts fiddling with height
adjustments, just under the chair. He kneels down in
front of me to adjust the chair height.

“Sit up straight in the chair, like a man, and
uncross your legs, so I can reach the adjustment knobs”, He says.

Feeling angry at his attitude towards me, but also a bit
frightened, (he is a big scary, mean looking guy, after
all !) I do as I’m told.

As soon as I uncross my legs, I can smell my pee
odour rising from my crotch. He obviously notices it as
well, as he suddenly looks up at me, then down again
between my uncrossed legs and under the hem of my short
raincoat at my crotch area. I wriggle in my seat
nervously, bring my knees together to block his view of
my crotch feeling embarrassed, that he of all people has
noticed it.

“Sit still and stop squirming about in the chair”,
he says.

He quickly and roughly put his hands between my
thighs, pushing my legs apart, then putting his head down
just inches away from my damp, pissy crotch, while
fiddling with the chair height adjustment control. I was
shocked, but also felt excited!! I could feel my moist
little boy-clit twitching inside my panties.

Again, he lifted his head, looked between my legs,
then up to my face, with what can only be described as an
evil leer on his face. As he went to stand up, he put
his right hand on the chair seat between my legs, so that
his knuckles brushed my damp tights stretched around my
balls. It was like an electric shock !!! My thighs
quivered as I involuntarily, closed them around his fist.
I could feel my boy-clit letting out a dribble of fluid
into my panties, and my balls started to swell. He left
his fist there a tad longer than he needed to, and just
before he roughly pulled it away from between my now,
tightly pressed together thighs, he pressed it hard into
my damp, rapidly swelling, and pissy bulge. Wow !! What
was happening to me? I squirmed in my chair, quickly
crossing my legs and in doing so, felt the fluid that had
been building up inside my boy-clit being squeezed out
into my panties.

He then stood over me, putting the fist that he had
pushed into my damp bulge, up to his nose. Then noticing
that his knuckles were covered with moisture from my damp
crotch, he put it to his mouth and licked it off, while
leering at me. In less than two minutes he had not only
managed to notice my pissy smell, but had some of my
intimate pee juice on his hand, and then, even tasting it
in his mouth !!

Up until that point, I hadn’t noticed the other two
security guys, but could now see them both laughing at my
discomfort. A minute later my security badge picture was
being laminated into a plastic badge with my details on
it. I stood up to collect it at the desk and noticed
that I had left a damp patch on the chair where I had
been sitting. I hoped that they hadn’t noticed it. The
head security guy came out from behind the desk holding
one of those large wooden riot batons, repeatedly
smacking it into the palm of his left hand.

“We will be starting to check and search all
contractors as they leave the site, and some will have
the full search”, he said giving me that evil grin again.

He then, walked over to the chair that I had been sitting
in, and put the tip of his baton onto the wet patch that
I had left, while looking at his two colleagues then back
to me again. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, as
he told one of the other guys to fetch a piece of toilet
tissue and clean the ‘filthy mess, the dirty whore has
left on the chair’. As I walked past him to leave, he
used his baton to lift up the rear of my plastic raincoat
to reveal my plump, lycra tights covered ass. Then
pushing the baton hard, between my legs and up into my
balls from behind, which forced more of my sex juice to
leak into my panties. He leaned towards my face and
whispered:

“Just you wait boy. We are going to teach you a
lesson, you f*cking dirty, fat arsed, whore-boy. We’ll
teach you to leave your stinking whore juice dripping all
over our furniture and floor”.

I left the security office, feeling vulnerable, and
scared,but excited at the same time.

I turned around to see him lift the baton to his nose,
before sniffing it, and giving me that evil grin of his.

I collected my trolley from the van, and made sure
to pull down the hem of my short plastic raincoat so as
to cover the damp patches covering my very tight lycra
pants around my balls and ass, made even more noticeable
by the antics of the head security man and his wooden
baton.

I then walked towards the management offices, as
some contract builders wolf whistled at me, in my short
raincoat. If only they knew what was underneath it!!

I had never served my management customers dressed
as I was, usually wearing very tight light blue jeans and
tee-shirt, so I was definitely getting some sideways
glances.. I knew that the managing director was not due
in his office for another hour or so, and that there were
rumours that he would shut and lock the large office
doors while ‘entertaining’ one of his ‘lady friends’.
Two of the elderly senior managers, Mr Arthur Jones and
Mr Paul Townsend, had taken a shine to me, and always
took the time to ask how I was, asking me to sit down and
chat. They didn’t miss an opportunity to cuddle and pat
me, sometimes getting a bit too close for comfort, but
they were nice blokes all the same. Both were married
with grown up kids, and there was some office gossip that
they had both been seen with young men in the town.

I went into Mr Jones office with my trolley, he
looked up from his computer and over his glasses at me,
looking me up and down, before saying in a stuttering
voice;

“Hello there Micky, you look really well today”.

I said that it was nice to see him and apologised for my
dress, explaining the circumstances. I then asked what he
wanted from the trolley? He got up from his desk, and
put his arm around my waist as he looked at what was
available on the trolley. With the heat in his office, I
could smell my pissy smell, and I was sure he could as
well. Dam that security man for making things worse. Mr
Jones seemed to be getting quite excited, as he
energetically, and repeatedly, squeezed my waist with his
right arm, causing my short plastic raincoat to ride up
over my ass and balls. I could really smell myself now,
as my raincoat was no longer covering my crotch and
bottom. As Arthur Jones looked down at my damp and full
balls then behind to my plump backside, his eyes were wide,
and he started shaking, all thoughts of the trolley
contents had obviously gone out of his mind!!

“You have a wonderful fulsome bottom Micky. It is
like a soft peach and wobbles like a jelly”, he said, as
he gave my bottom a hard slap, low down and just between
my damp ass cheeks.

I laughed to ease my embarrassment, just as he raised
his hand to my cheek and started gently stroking it, moving
around to the back of my neck. I could feel that his hand
was a bit wet and could smell my pee odour on it.

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, he moved
a finger into it, while pushing me up against his large desk.

I could now taste and smell my own salty pee mixed with
the female body spray scent that I had used earlier, on his finger.

I raised my hands trying to push him away, but he was really
strong, and I ended up on his desk, with my feet just off
the floor with Arthur’s body between my legs, and the hem
of my short raincoat, up around my waist.

He slid his left hand down inside the top of my raincoat
and started rubbing it over my lycra, covered tits, while
alternately, pushing two fingers of his right hand into my
mouth, then pulling them out and stroking my cheek with his
fingers wet from my mouth, repeating the process.

I was getting really turned on, and feeling like a dirty
whore who desperately needed a man, but was really worried
about someone coming through the unlocked door.

Arthur then, undid my raincoat belt, undid the snap-
on’s, and pulled it off me. So there I was, up on his
desk with my tits pushing out of my tight lycra top, and
my fulsome ass and damp, and inflated balls, imprisoned
in my very tight lycra tights. He took some steps
backwards to enable himself to see the whole thing. I
was squirming around on his large desk, wondering what
was going to happen next?

I didn’t have long to wait. Arthur came over and
put both his hands on my tits. He, started kneading and
pinching my nipples through the tight fabric. He leaned
forward and started to kiss my neck and face. I could
feel his hot breath on my cheek. He whispered in my ear.

“You are a very sexy boy, and I’ve always wanted
you. Now, I’m going to have all of you. I can smell
your sex, and It’s obvious that you need a man to take
care of you.”

“No, please Arthur, don’t. Someone may come into
your office?” I said breathlessly.

At that Arthur replied, “I don’t care Micky, If the
boss can get away with it in his office with his dolly
birds, then so can I, with you.”

He then pushed me further back on his desk so that I had
to put my hands behind me to stop from falling backwards,
Quickly, he bent down and moved his head down, towards my
crutch while forcing my thighs apart, before thrusting his
head deep into my wet, lycra covered bulge. I gasped, as I
felt his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking at my
balls, through the tight, wet material. I could feel
my balls expanding and stretching the wet materiel of my
little panties under the tight lycra pants, and each time
he thrust his head into them, I felt more of my sex
juices squirting into my panties. My whole body was
shuddering with excitement, as I squirmed around on his
desk.

Just as I was getting myself lost in pleasure, there
was a loud knock on the door. I was instantly shocked
back to reality, and felt a strong surge of pee come from
my cock at the suddenness of it. My ass sphincter
muscle, very nearly opened, and I had to make a conscious
effort not to let the contents of my fat, shit filled ass
soil my panties. As I said before, I hadn’t had a chance
to go to the loo, before I started work, and was very
full.

In the open doorway stood Paul Townsend, Arthur’s
friend and fellow senior manager.

“For heavens sake close the door Paul.” Arthur said
excitedly.

Paul did as he was bid, also turning the key in the
door to lock it.

“Well, you two look as if you are enjoying
yourselves!” Paul said sarcastically.

I was by now, sat bolt upright, my legs tightly
closed together with my arms across my chest. I could
feel the dampness of my pee mixed with sex juices, as it
puddled around my backside and thighs, before dripping off the
desk and onto the floor in long sticky threads. I jumped
down off the desk and made a grab for my little raincoat.
Paul said

“Oh no you don’t Micky. I can see and smell that
things have gone too far, for you to do a runner on us.
What say you Arthur?”

“Definitely have..” Arthur replied.

They both seemed to have turned from two nice
elderly gentlemen to ravenous predators, and I was their
prey

“Look, I’ve got to go. I need to go to the loo, and
get cleaned up. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” I said,
grabbing my raincoat and rushing towards the door.

Arthur blocked my path, and took the key out of the door.
He then pushed me back against the desk with his right
hand pushing into my tummy. I felt the forceful pressure
of his hand being transmitted to my full bladder, as he
kept pushing me back. More pee was forced out of me, and
ran freely down the inside of my thighs, soaking my lycra
tights, before dripping onto the floor. Paul looked down
at my pee soaked tights, and said.

“Well Micky, it looks like you do need the toilet?
But never mind about that. You won’t need the toilet
when we’ve finished with you. Don’t forget that we are a
natural health products company, and people will pay good
money for what ’sexed up’, fulsome little whore boys have
in them. All those sex hormones contained in your piss,
shit, jizz and saliva. Never mind Viagra, all those
rich, elderly men will pay a fortune to us, if we can
extract and distil it from dirty little sex whores like
you.”

Paul went to the telephone, dialled a short number,
and spoke.

“Security, yes it’s Paul Townsend here, you know
that problem that we were talking about when I saw you
this morning, well, it’s turned up here in Arthur Jones
office. It maybe more than we can handle. Can you get
up here quickly? Oh, good, I thought you’d be pleased.
You may need some willing help, if you know what I mean.
Oh, and bring your special tools.”

I made a run for the door, but slipped on the wet
floor, caused by my own sticky juices. I went down on my
tummy, put my hands on the floor to get up, then felt the
weight of Paul’s size 12 tooled leather shoe in the small
of my back, pushing me roughly back down onto my tummy,
chest and face, onto the wet pee covered floor. The front
of my blond wig, and clothes were now wet from my own pee
pooled on the floor. What the hell was I going to do
now? I was really scared, but incredibly excited as well

There was a knock on the door.

“Security here sir, can you unlock the door?” a
voice said from the other side of the door.

“Wait a minute, Arthur, can you unlock the door,
I don’t want this little whore to slither out from under my
foot.” Paul said.

Arthur opened the door and let the three security
guards into the office before locking the door again.

I looked up and saw the big head security guard, who
had touched me up in the guard room, staring down at me,
with that evil grin of his.

“Well, look what we have here. I said that we’d
meet again you dirty little ‘cock-sucker’.”

I noticed that they were all carrying large black
holdalls. One of the other guards said.

“You can smell the whores sex, it’s all around the
room.”

“Yeh, just look at how fulsome he is. Big soft tush,
fulsome rounded tummy, sexy pouting mouth, nice tits by
the looks of it, and look at what’s between his legs.
Those balls look like they have plenty in them. The boy
is bursting, with what we need.”

I felt Paul’s leg lift off me and I was quickly
grabbed by the two security guards and steered towards
the desk, which the head security guard had completely
cleared, although it was still wet and slick from my
earlier piss leak. The two guards held my arms, pushing
me down on my back, and onto the desk, while Paul and
Arthur grabbed my legs and pulled them wide apart

I tried to struggle, but these four men were just
too much, and I felt helpless, and in their power. The
large security guard, unhooked his large wooden riot
baton and moved it towards my face, in a quick movement.

I flinched, thinking that he was going to hit my face
with it. He laughed, and touched my cheek, lightly with
it, before drawing it across to my mouth, then pushing it
past my lips. I had to open my mouth or I think that he
would have broken my teeth, He pushed it right in.. It
virtually filled my mouth. He pushed it in and pulled it
out a number of times, saying;

“Come on you little cock-sucker, come on. Look at
the little whore, he loves it.” Said the big guard

I could see my red lipstick mixed with my saliva
coming off onto the wooden baton as the large security
guard pushed it in then pulled it out of my mouth. I
could also feel Paul and Arthur’s hands sliding further
up my legs from my ankles, and rubbing the inside of my
thighs, and on up to my wet and inflamed balls as they
kept my legs spread apart. The two other security guards
were holding my arms with one hand while one of them was
rubbing and pinching my tits with his hand under my lycra
top, and the other guard was kneading and rubbing my bare
tummy The head security guard kept pushing his baton in
and out of my hot mouth for what must have been a good 3
minutes, before withdrawing it, getting some cotton buds
and a small glass bottle from out of one of the bags they
had brought. He then wiped my saliva off his baton, with
the cotton swabs, then, when he had completely removed
all traces of my saliva from off his baton, he placed the
swabs in the bottle, put the top on it, wrote something
on a label, and placed it up on a filing cabinet.

Oh god. What next I thought? I was very soon to
find out.

He then drew his baton down across my face, over my
lips, and moved the tip slowly over my tits. He started
pushing my tits with the baton, then he suddenly moved
his baton down and inside my low cut lycra top and then
started massaging my boobs. I was really getting hot and
turned on as he pushed his wooden baton right next to my
tits. He then suddenly withdrew it and pushed it hard
into my rounded and fulsome tummy. Immediately, I felt
my full bladder compressed, with the result that a strong
spurt of pee again went into my panties and then dripped
onto the desk between my legs. This was accompanied by
some loud farts as my full ass also felt the pressure of
the baton being forced into my tummy Paul said.

“C’mon now, don’t be wasting the goods.”

The big guard then unceremoniously pushed and
rubbed the baton over my swollen balls and cock and up
between my legs, getting a good covering of sex juices on
it as he repeated the process.

“We need to strip those tights off him.” Said Paul.
I then felt Paul and Arthur pulling at the waistband of
my tights. As they were very close fitting wet and
tight, they came off with some difficulty, ripping and
laddering in the process. But eventually, they were off,
and discarded onto the floor.

The head security guard said.

“Phew, you can really smell his sex now! Look at
those full balls pushing out of the whores sodding wet
panties. We need to stand him up for the next phase.”

The two other guards, hauled me up from the desk,
back onto my feet. The large security guard reached into
a bag and pulled out a large jar, with a fluid capacity
of about 3 litres. Arthur then reached down and
literally ripped my tight and very wet panties off from
the front, to the accompaniment of a squelching sound,
and a sticky jet of piss and pre-cum, as his hand knocked
into my bare, completely hair free and swollen balls in
the process. The material of my panties just ripped
apart as he very roughly pulled them off me. I noticed a
bit of a ’shit stain’ on the ripped threads of my pee and
pre-cum soaked panties, so my ass sphincter muscle must
have let some through when I was getting prodded in the
tummy by the large security guard. My bare, smooth and
very swollen balls were now visible and at their mercy.
My boy clit was pointed up and just touching the lower
part of my tummy and was dribbling sticky pre-cum onto
it, then down into my pubic hair. I’d never felt so
sexually ‘turned on’ yet very scared at the same time.
It was like a series of electric shocks going through my
body as these men pushed and prodded my sensitive and very
vulnerable areas.

What were these men doing to me? I was like a slut,
wanting more and willing to give my sexed up and fulsome
body, completely to them.

“Oh, just smell that”. Said the head security guard
as he brought the large jar down and then up to cover my bare
balls and dripping cock. The large security guard then said:
*****
“Spread his legs more, so that I can get the
specimen jar right up. We don’t want to waste any”.

When the jar was in place and my ‘boy clit’ had softened
somewhat, the large security guard, walked up to me, and
proceeded to push his baton, into my tummy. Each time he
pushed it in, my back would bow out backwards, so they
pushed me up against a wall, so the baton pressure was
transferred directly to my bladder

I was like some Cow getting milked, as my hot and
rich pee, spurted out into the jar, with every push of
the baton into my full, and rounded tummy, also
accompanied by a series of farts from my full backside.

But I didn’t care if they forced my shit out in the
process, as I just abandoned myself to them. They commented
on how, as the jar was filling with my rich pee, my tummy
seemed to be less and less rounded and full. When he couldn’t
extract any more by prodding my tummy, the head guard,
put a top on the jar, labelled it, then placed it on top
of the filing cabinet with the saliva sample bottle.

Now what, I thought. At least I won’t be leaking so
much pee over everything, as they’d extracted about two
thirds of it from me. Paul then said,

“Right, get that top off him, we might as well see
everything.”

One of the guards then proceeded to pull me lycra
top from off me, revealing my soft, smooth and pert tits.

I was now completely naked, and I could see the fire
of lust in their eyes. One of the security guards lifted small
leather pouf seat out of a bag and placed it on the desk.

“Get the dirty whore back on the desk, on his front
this time. Hold his legs and arms. Get his dick and
balls over the pouf so that his ass is lifted up” Said
the head security guard.

I was spread out on the desk and could feel my wet
and slippery balls and cock sliding around on the
leather pouf as they positioned me on the desk. My
fulsome backside was now lifted up towards the ceiling by the
pouf. I looked up and saw the head guard get a large
metal instrument out of a bag. It had three flat spoon
shaped metal ends with a screw device between them. The
head guard then said.

“I can’t see the whores shit hole very well. His
ass cheeks are so plump and deep. I need someone to pull
them apart so I can see his hole properly.”

At this, one of the security guards got two yellow
nylon, long ropes out of a bag.
He made an adjustable loop at the end of each rope,
before sliding each rope over my feet and ankles, pulling
the loops up my legs until they were right up and into my ass
crack. He then tightened each loop so that they were
just brushing each side of my hole, then, with the help
of his colleague, they pulled on each rope until each of
my soft, fleshy and fulsome ass cheeks were pulled wide
apart, revealing my quivering, damp and vulnerable rose bud.
They then tied the ropes tightly, to the table legs.

The head guard then walked over to me with the metal
tool. I felt the cold metal against the soft fleshy skin
of my ass. Then I involuntarily arched my ass upwards as
I felt the three, cold metal fingers being pushed into my
damp boy cunt. But only 3 inches or so. I thought, well
if that’s all he is going to do, no problem. But then, I
heard the squeaky noise of the metal butterfly screw
turning, and I could feel those cold metal fingers
pushing against the sides of my shit hole. With each
turn of the screw, I could feel my sphincter muscle being
prised apart. I tried to resist it by tightening my
sphincter, but it was hopeless. I began to feel the
pressure of all the shit in my ass, up against the forced
opening of my boy cunt. Then, all of a sudden, there was
a loud farting noise, followed by something being forced
out of my ass under pressure, followed by the smell of my
shit. Paul said,

“Look at that, the whores plump ass is so full, that his
shit is being forced out onto the desk between his legs.”

Eventually, after many more turns of the tools screw
the pressure was equalised, and my boy cunt was stretched
painfully wide open by the metal tool. I could feel
relatively cold outside air penetrating the interior of
my ass for the first time in my life, as a normally
closed or at least opened but plugged with my shit, part
of my body was prised open. I then saw Paul reach into a
bag, and pull out a pair of long rubber gloves. I saw
him walk around to where my ass was raised up on the
pouf. I was completely at their mercy. I felt Paul’s
gloved hands on my ass, then, all of a sudden, I felt him
punch his fist into my stretched open hole. Once twice,
three times, until I could feel most of his rubber gloved
fist inside me. Oh, the pain, but what a feeling. I
gasped, and found myself whimpering;

“No, no, what are you doing to me?”

Paul then roughly started to slide first three
fingers then four, finally his whole hand into my
stretched and widely opened boy cunt. I felt him open his
hand out inside me. He felt around for a piece of my
shit before closing his hand around it, and literally
scooping the steaming contents of my fulsome ass out
through my wide open hole and onto the desk, between my
spread legs. In and out, in and out went his hand, into
my prised open and shitty boy cunt, scooping ever more
shit out of me. I found myself contracting my tummy
muscles and pushing my shit along and into the area in my
ass around his hand. He was emptying me out and it was an
incredible sexual feeling, to have my body so deeply
invaded by another person. I was squirming around on the
desk, moaning. The yellow ropes around my ass cheeks and
boy cunt were getting covered in my shit as Paul ripped
it out of my wide open hole. My balls were at bursting
point and my small cock was stiff and sliding about on
the leather pouf as it leaked copious quantities of pre
cum, mixed with some left over pee. As Paul scooped my
shit out of me, Arthur was using a small plastic
pharmaceutical tablet scoop to take it off the desk
between my spread thighs and put it into another labelled
container. The whole room was filled with the smell of
my shit and pee.

Eventually, there was no more shit left inside me
that Paul could easily reach, and I felt Paul’s hand
probing ever deeper into me. He started stroking my
prostrate, I was crying and moaning. The head security
guard then said.

“Let me introduce the dirty whores hole to my baton.
I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I first saw his
fat ass. I’ll give him good reason to cry.”

I felt Paul withdraw his gloved hand from my wide
open hole to the accompaniment of a squelching sound, and
saw the big guard, walk around to my feet, while drawing
his baton slowly from my head, down my cheek, along my
back bone, and then, down into the pulled open mound of
my ass. Rubbing the batons head backwards and forwards
along my shitty crack and over my wide open boy cunt,
getting it covered in the shit that had been deposited in
the area. Teasing me, moving it backwards and forwards
along my crack and over my hole, as I lifted my bottom up
towards the ceiling before he would force it back down
with his baton. I was begging like the dirty whore I was,
for him to penetrate my hole with his baton. After a
while, he said.

“Alright, you filthy,.” fat assed little whore,
you’ve asked for it.”

I felt him forcefully jam the baton down into my
wide-open hole. Deeper and deeper, and deeper. Because
my hole was held wide open by the speculum tool, the
baton just went straight in. The big head guard said.

“Just look at this. His fat ass has taken the
whole length and width of my baton! Even my fingers are
getting covered in the filthy whores shit, as I push the
baton it’s whole length and more into him.”

As the head guard was plunging then nearly
withdrawing the baton from inside me with ever increasing
ferocity and speed, I was writhing about on the desk,
held down by the others. A mixture of my pee and pre-cum
was being forced out of me, and flowed down the sides of
the leather pouf, onto the desk before dripping of the
edge of the desk and down to the floor in long sticky
strands. I was screaming, crying and moaning. Paul
said.

“I’ll shut him up.”

Paul then proceeded to unzip his fly, and out of his
underpants came what must have been a nine inch cock,
very thick and rapidly getting harder and harder. He
walked around to my head, which was near the edge of the
desk, put his right hand onto my wet, tear stained face
with my mascara running in dark streaks down my cheeks.
He lifted my head up, then shoved his dick between my
fulsome lips. He pushed it in slowly, at first. in and
out, in and out. I was ravenously taking it all. I
could taste his cock. Then, faster and harder. While
the head security guard was doing the same with his
baton. The head guard had gone so deep into me that the
baton was finding more shit, that Paul’s fist couldn’t
reach. Each time the big guard withdrew the baton, a
sliver of my shit would come flying out, landing either
on the inside of my thighs, on the desk, on the big
guards uniform, even on the wall by the desk. My shit
was flying everywhere!!! I was writhing about on the
desk, getting covered in my own juices and shit. Being
fucked at both ends. My balls felt as if they were
going to explode at any moment.

I could hear Paul grunt followed by a moan then felt
a hot jet of jizz hit the back of my throat. I greedily
gulped the delicious fluid down, like the dirty whore that
I am.

It was at that point, that Arthur and the two other
guards decided to remove the pouf and roughly turn me
onto my side. The big guard, withdrew his shit covered
baton, and Paul took his cock out of my mouth. The two
shit covered ropes that had held my ass cheeks apart were
released, and the speculum, that had held my hole open
was roughly pulled out, with a resulting thwacking sound
as the lips of my boy cunt and then my ass cheeks came
together.

They turned me onto my back then pulled me off the
table, leaving a long shitty skid-mark as my fat ass was
pulled across it. Then I was pushed to the centre of the
office, standing up, with my hard little cock dripping
long strands of sticky fluid across the floor, and my
balls puffed up, filled with love juice, and ready to
explode. My arms were held either side of me, and my
legs were pushed apart. The head security guard walked
up to me with his baton, which still had bits of my shit
on it, and started thwacking it repeatedly across my soft
fulsome ass. I stumbled forwards with each impact,
but was roughly pushed back each time by Paul. Arthur
said.

“Look how his soft, plump ass wobbles like jelly
when it gets smacked, and look at those balls, all
inflamed and ready to explode.”

One of the other guards started fondling, squeezing
and kissing my tits, while the other started kissing my
neck and mouth. The head guard once more roughly
inserted his baton between my ass cheeks and pushing it
past, my now closed boy cunt, and deep into me, with a
slow rhythmic movement, that increased its pace every few
seconds. Arthur, had reached into one of the bags and
found another labelled jar, which he held in his right
hand rubbing the jar against my wet, very stiff little
cock, while his left fist was kneading my rounded tummy.
At the same time, Paul started slapping, squeezing and
rubbing my super inflated balls with his right hand. The
sensations that were going through me, were just
incredible! These men were treating my soft, fulsome
body like a piece of meat. I was moaning and crying with
pleasure and sheer sexual lust. The sweat was running
down my body and mixing with my piss and shit on the
floor. I was giving myself to them, totally. Paul said.

“Look at the dirty little whore. He is loving it..
All his love juice is ours. This is the stuff that will
contain the most hormones, and in a moment, we will have
extracted it from him, and it will be all ours.”

I’m crying out and begging for more, as these men
bring me to the climax of my life. They have extracted
everything from my fulsome body, excepting for my jizz,
which they will have very soon. I never thought in my
wildest dreams that I could be drained and ‘taken’ in
this way. I really do feel like a dirty whore, who has
let himself be completely and utterly dominated and
fucked by these men.

I am writhing around, covered in sweat.. My balls
are so full, that I feel the next touch or squeeze will
cause them to explode. My ass, tummy, tits and mouth are
getting such attention by these men that I’m going
into a wanton sexual frenzy. Arthur said:

“I can see his cock going into spasm. He is going
to come..”

At this Paul starts putting his hand around my
little dick and roughly, and increasingly quickly, move
it up and down. I am past the point of no return, as I
feel my orgasm building to an impossible climax.

I scream out as I feel my jizz moving up my little penis.
It explodes out of the end, catching Arthur in the face and
with his specimen jar slightly out of position. My love juice
explodes again into Arthur’s face. He quickly covers the
end of my boy clit with the jar, while Paul rubs my dick, up
and down with one hand while kneading my balls with his
other. The specimen jar is rapidly filling, then starts
to overflow. Paul now starts to squeeze my balls like
someone would while milking a cow, so as to extract every
last drop out of me. My love juice is running out of the top
of the jar and down Arthur and Paul’s hands and onto the
floor. Still, it keeps spurting out of me. Until
finally, it stops.

I collapse onto the wet, sticky and shit covered floor,
my whole body shaking and shuddering. I felt the head security
guard force the toe of his boot hard into my ass crack getting
his boot shitty in the process.

But I was oblivious to what the head security guard was doing.
I felt utterly drained and exhausted.

I heard Bill say that the room would have to be
cleaned and the mean head guard delegated the job to his
two junior guards, telling them to put my soiled panties
and tights etc, etc into a plastic bag and get a mop and
bucket and clean the desk, walls and floor of all traces
of my pee, shit and love juice. Meanwhile, Bill dressed me in
my short red plastic raincoat, tied the belt tightly
across the middle of the raincoat and said:

“What shall we do with the dirty whore now?” Paul
replied:

“We can make a lot of money out of what we’ve
extracted from him, and we can make a whole lot more if
we can hide the whore somewhere safe for a short while,
feed him up with good food and drink, wait for his
fulsome and healthy young body to produce the goods
again, then extract it all out of him.”

I was then grabbed by the head guard who took my
wet and soiled panties from out of the plastic bag and
proceeded to stuff them in my mouth as a gag, before
putting some duct tape around my arms and eyes. Then,
using his baton in the small of my back, with the
occasional prod up my short raincoat and into my shitty,
panty-less ass-hole, propelled me down the back stairs
and roughly pushed me into the back of a waiting security
van which was parked in a hidden parking bay at the back
of the office building.

As we sit on the couch watching Shemale porn, my friend Bob turns and asks.

“Do you still wanna be my buttslut?”

“Yeah, Hell Yeah! We’ve been talking about it for a long time.”

He smiles “Did you bring some stuff to get dressed up? You keep talking
about it, and I’d really like to see it.”

I give a broad grin and say “COOL, I can’t wait to show it to you! Give me
a few seconds to change and I’ll be right out.”

With that I run off into the bed room. He kicks back and goes back to
watching porn as he listens to me tearing through my bags.

“Don’t forget the perfume! I want you to smell nice while I fuck you!” he
screams.

About twenty minutes later I come in and see him still watching porn and
stroking his cock slowly.

“Hey baby, you ready to ride?” I say in a sultry feminine voice.

He stops stroking his cock and turns to look at me.

“Come on in and let me have a look at you.” and points to the middle of the
room.

He watches closely as I move to the middle of the room with a slow sexy
gate. I get to the middle of the room and ask in feminine voice

“What do you think?”

“Shut up!” he barks “You don’t speak unless I tell you! Understand?”

I jump as if slapped “Yes.”

“That’s YES SIR! to you.”

I stand rigid “Yes Sir!” I repeat in a loud obedient tone.

“That was excellent.” he says, as he makes a twirling motion.

I obediently make a full turn as commanded.

He places his arms out on the back of the couch, his hard cock still
hanging out of his open fly. He soaks in the sight as I stand there. I’m
dressed in a tight slinky Short black dress, High heeled black boots that
come to just above the ankles, black lace stockings that end just below the
hem of the dress. I have shoulder length curly red hair and full red lips.

“Wow, you said it was nice, but this is really hot.” he remarks as he looks
at me.

“Thank you sir!” I respond obediently.

“Pull up your dress so I can see what’s under there.” he commands.

I pull my dress up to my waist revealing a tight white pair of lacy
panties. He smiles as he looks at what seems to be a pussy crack.

“Turn and let me see your ass.”

I turn, and he sees the creamy globes of my ass spilling out the edges of
my panties.

“Those heels really make your ass look hot.” he remarks as he stands up.

“Thank you sir!” I say as I stand motionless.

I can sense him close behind me, as he sniffs my perfume and feels my
ass. He reaches around and starts to squeeze my tits.

“I like the feel of those.”

I smile again and stick my chest out

“Thank you sir!”

He then walks around front of me.

“jump up and down.”

I jump up and down as he watches my tits jiggle. He inspects my crotch and
runs a finger through the crack.

“I guess you’ll do.” he states plainly.

“Thank you sir!” I say as I look ahead.

“You wanted to be used like a sex toy, Didn’t you slut?”

“Yes Sir!” I respond quickly.

“Yes sir, what?” he asks.

“Yes Sir! I want to be used as a sex toy! Sir!”

“Well I’m gonna do just that. You are now my sex slave. From now on….Your
name is Slut! You are my cock-sucking, butt-fucking slut! You are here to
service my cock. I will use you as a warm place to stick my dick while I
cum. You will give me sex, any time, any where and any way I want it.” he
instructs me as he pokes his cock at my ass.

“Is that understood!?” he barks.

“Sir! Yes Sir!”

“What’s your name!” he barks.

“Sir! My name is Slut! Sir!”

“What are you?” he asks as he returns to his seat and pulls down his pants.

Still facing the other way, I smile at the thought of being used as a sex
toy.

“Sir! I am a sex toy! I am a cock-sucking butt-fucking slut!”

“And what are you here for?”

“I am here to service your cock! I am here to provide a warm place for you
to stick your dick while you cum! Sir!” I say with a smile.

“And what are you going to do?” Bob asks.

“I am going to give you sex any time, any where and any way you want it!
sir!” I respond

“Turn around and straighten your dress.”

I turn and pull my dress back down.

“Slut!” he barks.

“Yes Sir!”

“Get over here and suck my cock!” he orders.

I quickly kneel in front of him and start to sucking his cock.

“Look me in the eye while you do that.”

I look up obediently, and he watches as his throbbing cock disappears into
my bright red tightly pursed lips. I suck his cock hard in long slow
strokes. As I reach to grab his cock, he pushes my hand away and says

“No hands allowed!”

I put both hands on his thighs and start to massage his cock with my tongue
while I look up at him. He watches intently with a BIG grin while I do
this. After a short time he grabs the sides of my head firmly and moans.

“Don’t swallow!!”

I can feel his cock throbbing and cum splashing onto my tonsils as he holds
my head firmly in place and drive his cock into my cum filled mouth. He
cums so hard and there is so much of it that it squirts out the corner of
my mouth and down my chin.

When he’s finished cumming, he pulls his cock out and watch as cum drips
from my chin. He then lets go of me and points to his cock and says.

“Spit it out so I can see what I gave you.”

Still looking up at him I open my mouth and a flood of gooey white gobs
spills out and covers my chin as it drips down and covers his cock. I stick
my tongue out and let even more run off and cover his cock, balls and
belly. Bob starts to laugh as he looks at my white cum covered tongue.

“Was that good?” he asks.

“Yes sir! It was excellent! Sir!” I say as I wipe the cum from my chin and
lick it from my hand.

“Good, lick it ALL up then.”

I start licking his balls and cock with loud slurping noises as he
watches. Once I had licked up about half the cum he stops me and says

“Take off your panties and get on all fours right here.”

I quickly strip off my panties and get on all fours. I feel him grab my ass
cheeks and spread them wide. He then starts to wipe the cum from his belly
and smears it around my asshole. He drives his thumb deep inside with every
pass. When he had used nearly all of the cum and his thumb slid in easily
he smeared the last of it on the head of his cock. Then I felt him kneel
behind me and pressed the head of his cock against my tight puckered hole
while grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them wide.

“Do you have a tight ass? Slut?”

“Yes sir! I have a very tight ass!”

“We’re gonna have to do something about that. Don’t you think?”

“Yes sir, I think we do.”

“What do you think we should do?”

“I think you should fuck me sir!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes sir I would LOVE that.”

“Then beg for it, and tell me how much you want my cock.”

“Please sir would you fuck me now? I want your cock so bad! I want your cum
inside me! I want to be your sperm bank! Please fuck me sir!” I plead

“You’re a dirty whore and you want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I’m a dirty whore and I want your cock! PLEASE FUCK ME NOW!”

“OK” he says with a sigh “I shouldn’t fuck such a dirty whore. But since my
cock’s hard, I guess I gotta fuck someone.”

“Thank you sir, fuck me hard sir.”

He drives his cock deep inside me and starts to fuck me hard. My rock hard
cock bouncing under me as he pile drives into my ass. His cock slides
easily into my ass, using cum as lube. Bob quickly begins to fuck me hard
and deep, prodding my prostate with every stroke.

I begin to squeal and jump as my over heated prostate can’t take any
more. Cum sprays out of my cock and onto the floor in front of me.

Bob chuckles as he feels my asshole spasm as I cum. He just smiles and
fucks me harder and faster. He keeps fucking me until my prostate is
bruised and burning up.

I cum again while his cock drives into me relentlessly. His hard cock pile
drives my now sore and tender ass, as I moan and scream with delight. I was
moaning the whole time and telling him how good it feels and how glad I am
that he decided to fuck me.

I throw my head back and squeal again as I cum for the third time. My ass
is so sore and worn out I can’t hardly take it. His cock continues to abuse
my rectum and prostate. My cock is so hard and my ass is so sore from the
pounding he’s giving me. I’m about to fall over from exhaustion.

When he finally fills my overworked ass with cum, I can hardly feel my
asshole any more. As he pulls out and tells me not to move. He lays on the
couch and smokes a cig as I put my head down. With my ass stuck way up in
the air and my legs spread so he can see deep into my freshly used cum
filled fuck hole.

Bob laughs “I think you’ll make and ok cum slut, if you work at it.”

I sigh with exhaustion “Thank you sir! I’ll work hard at being the best cum
slut you ever had, Sir!”

He laughs again “Turning you into a decent cum slut is gonna be alot of
work. I might just have to take you down to the titty bar and pimp you out
in the parking lot for practice. Would you like that?”

“YES SIR! I WOULD LOVE THAT!” I respond quickly.

I smile, while imagining to myself what it would be to be pimped out to a
bunch of horny drunks. Bob smiles as he watches.

“Put your panties on Slut! You’ve got work to do!”

I want to get one thing out of the way before I start my story: I’m not gay.
It’s not a denial thing, though. I mean, if I were gay, I wouldn’t try to
lie to myself and pretend to be something different. It’s simply the truth
of who I am. I love women, romantically and sexually. I’ve never felt any
kind of love for another man except for the kind of love that a person feels
towards his friends or family.

Still, I’ve always loved cocks. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been
fascinated by them. Let’s be honest - I think they’re beautiful. Whenever
I’m watching a porno movie or looking at some porn on the internet, my eyes
are always drawn to the man’s dick and his balls almost as much as to the
woman. Have I ever thought about how it would feel to touch another man’s
cock? Or even suck it? Yes, to be perfectly open. I have thought about it
on many occasions. But I never acted on it for the plain reason that I
couldn’t reconcile my desire for the male sex organs with my lack of desire
for the rest of the male form.

That is, of course, until I met Shanthi and Asha. Now I’ll get on with the
story.

My name is Devon Lockett. I came to live in Auckland, New Zealand, during
my final semester of college as part of a study abroad program. Like so
many others, I had wanted to visit New Zealand ever since I saw “The Lord of
the Rings”. When the opportunity presented itself to spend a semester
studying at the University of Auckland, I jumped on it.

Once I arrived in the city, I knew I needed to find some place to live. I
could have taken university housing but I’d shared a dorm long enough. I
wanted some place to myself. Through hard work and a little luck, I found a
one-bedroom apartment for an exceptionally low cost right near the
university, within walking distance.

I hadn’t brought much to the country with me, just two suitcases and a
backpack, so moving in was a relatively simple process of taking the
elevator up to the fourth floor and lugging my bags to the door. Once I
reached my new place, I set down my bags and reached into my pocket for my
keys.

At just that moment, the door next to mine opened, and two young women
stepped out into the hallway. I was immediately stunned by how strikingly
beautiful they both were. The girl on the right was about 5′9″ with long,
black hair and skin the color of coffee ice cream. Her eyes were a deep,
mysterious brown. Her body was lean and lithe, her breasts small, her
entire frame tight and well-conditioned like a gymnast. The second girl,
clearly the sister of the first girl, was a bit shorter, around 5″5′. Her
skin was a shade lighter, but still reminded me of something sweet and
delicious. Her eyes were the color of rich, dark honey. Unlike her sister,
she was chubby, but not in a bad way. Her face, breasts, belly, and thighs
were pleasantly rounded in a way that made her just as beautiful as her
sister.

“Oh, hi,” I said, forcing myself to say something so that I’d stopped
staring.

“Hey,” said the taller sister in an adorable Kiwi (translation: New Zealand)
accent.

“Hey,” repeated the shorter one in an identical accent.

“My name is Devon,” I told them. “I live in this apartment here. I’m just
moving in.”

“I’m Shanthi,” said the taller sister. “This is my sister, Asha.”

“Hey,” Asha said again with a smile.

“Those are interesting names,” I remarked. “Where are you from?”

“We’re from New Zealand,” Shanthi told me, “but our father is from Sri
Lanka.”

“Our mother is a Kiwi,” added Anush, meaning that their mother was a
“paiheke” - a person descended from European colonizers. “Are you
American?” she asked.

“Yep,” I admitted. (Side note: So far, everyone I’d talked to since coming
to this country assumed I was Canadian. At least, they always asked me if I
was Canadian. I think that, for whatever reasons, those people were afraid
I might be offended if they asked if I was American.)

“I’m here going to college . . . er, University,” I said, correcting myself
since “college” meant “high school” down here. “University of Auckland.
I’m doing a Study Abroad kind of thing.”

“Cool,” said Shanthi. “Well, it was nice to meet you. We were just about
to go to the gym. See you around?”

“Definitely,” I said. “Actually, I’m thinking about ordering a pizza
tonight from some place called Hell. Would you two like to come over later
for dinner? I mean, even if it does kind of defeat the purpose of going to
the gym.”

They both laughed at that. They had beautiful, musical laughs. But they
didn’t laugh too hard. It wasn’t that funny.

“Sure, why not?” said Shanthi.

“Awesome,” I replied. “I’ll be here. Just come over whenever.”

“We will,” Shanthi assured me.

“See ya,” said Asha.

“See ya,” repeated Shanthi.

The two girls turned away from me and walked in the opposite direction down
the hall, towards the elevator. Both wore tight, spandex shorts, presumably
for working out at the gym. My eyes fixed first on Shanthi’s taut, firm ass
and then on Asha’s full, gorgeously-rounded ass. At that moment, Asha
glanced at me over her shoulder and smiled.

I smiled back and lifted a hand in a small wave. The girls stepped into the
elevator a moment later and were gone. I entered my apartment and began to
unpack my clothes. I had been in my new place for less than ten minutes and
was already going to have dinner with two sexy sisters. Everything was
coming up Devon. I could barely stand the excitement as I waited for the
girls to arrive.

* * *

About ninety minutes later, I heard a gentle tapping on the door. I rushed
to the peephole and peered through it. Shanthi and Asha were both out in
the hallway, now dressed in regular street clothes, waiting for me to let
them in. Without a second’s hesitation, I opened the door and welcomed them
to my home.

The place was pretty bare and lacking in personality since I hadn’t had much
time or opportunity to add any personal touches. Still, it had a dining
table and some nice chairs that we could all eat at together. I asked the
girls what kind of pizza they wanted and, when they gave me strange answers
like “Brimstone” and “Purgatory”, I decided to actually look at the Hell
menu. After a few minutes of searching, I decided on a “Mayhem” and called
up the restaurant.

Soon, there were three individual size pizzas on the table in front of us.
As we ate, the three of us talked at length about all kinds of various
subjects, the girls getting to know me and I, by turn, getting to know them.

For example, I learned that Shanthi was 20 years old, 2 years younger than
me, and that she was studying Political Science at the University. “She’s
going to be Prime Minister someday,” Asha had remarked to her sister’s
slight embarrassment. Asha, on the other hand, was 18 years old and doing
her first year at the University. She was studying biology and was
assisting a professor doing breakthrough work in the field of medical
surgery. The sisters also told me that they had both moved out of their
parents’ house before the start of the school year so that they could share
an apartment together closer to campus.

“So how about you, Devon?” Asha asked. “What brings you all the way to New
Zealand?”

“Well,” I said, “I’ve always wanted to try living abroad. I’ve lived in the
same town my entire life and I’ve never traveled as much as I’d like to. I
saw this as an opportunity for an adventure, so I took it.”

“Good on you,” said Shanthi.

“How are you finding New Zealand?” Asha asked me.

“It’s great. It’s a lot different but not bad different. The people are
much friendlier. I mean, if I’d asked two girls I’d never met to come over
to my apartment for dinner back home, they probably would have thought I was
a lunatic.”

“Oh, we don’t think that, do we Shali?” Asha asked her sister.

“No way,” Shanthi replied with a little laugh.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I told them.

We talked until midnight. I was constantly amazed by how sweet, how
sincere, and how open both of the sisters were. Although I had known them
for only a few hours, I knew instinctually that we would remain close
friends for the duration of my stay in New Zealand. The girls both seemed
to genuinely like me and enjoy my company, which was encouraging.

Finally, the night began to wind down. I was still feeling the effects of
jetlag and the girls seemed to be yawning more frequently. It was time for
bed. I offered to walk them home.

“But we only live next door,” Shanthi remarked.

“But as a gentleman, I’m required to escort you young ladies home safely.”

“American boys,” said Asha in a wistful tone. “They’re so gallant. Not
like Kiwi boys at all, ay?”

As promised, I walked both of the girls the whole three meters (I was trying
to think in metric now) to their door. We said goodnight and they walked
into their apartment. It was Asha who closed the door and she gave me the
same secretive smile she had given me when she’d caught me checking out her
butt earlier. I walked back to my place.

In the month that followed, I saw Shanthi and Asha often. Two days after
our first meeting, they offered to cook me dinner - genuine Sri Lankan fare.
We stayed up even later that night talking, our tongues a bit loosened by
a nice bottle of wine from a vineyard on Waiheke Island. I felt very
comfortable and very content in their company, as I hoped they felt in mine.

Several times a week, the three of us would get together and have fun. They
showed me around the city and we did all the touristy things that I had read
about and that they, having lived in the country all their lives, had never
done. Some nights, we went to clubs. Other nights, we would see movies.
One day, we took a ferry to the Bay of Islands and saw real, live dolphins
swimming alongside the boat. Everything I did with Shanthi and Asha was a
wonderful time.

Gradually, I began to realize I had a serious problem, however. I was
falling in love, but I couldn’t decide which of the girls I had fallen in
love with. I was constantly thinking about one or the other, but I could
never decide which one I liked best. Shanthi was closer to me in age and,
with a gun to my head, I would have said she was the more attractive sister,
but she was also aloof at times. I felt I had a bit more chemistry with
Asha than with Shanthi, but I didn’t know if she felt the same way about me.
I was too concerned with losing their friendship to admit my feelings.

Still, I knew that the love I felt was too strong to be concealed
indefinitely. I think I was waiting on a sign from above to indicate what
my next move should be. One Friday night, a month to the day after I met
the sisters, I received that sign, loud and clear.

* * *

I had spent that night with Shanthi and Asha. I had class during the day
and met up with them afterwards for a late lunch. We spent the next few
hours running some errands together which I always preferred to do with the
girls because they had a car and I didn’t. For dinner, in honor of our one
month anniversary, we had pizza from Hell again.

When the night was over, the girls left me on my own and went home. I was
not the least bit sleepy, however. That day, I was more torn between my
love for both girls than I had ever been in the last thirty days. I stood
out on my small balcony, looking down at the city, contemplating the
situation. Sooner or later, I would have to come clean or I would go
insane.

I was considering that when I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it
to find Asha, dressed in burgundy silk pajamas that clung to her body in a
most pleasing way. She looked apprehensive, as if she were doing something
she shouldn’t.

“Hey,” I said. “What’s up? Is everything all right?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither. Come on in. Do you want some tea?”

I made a pot of tea and set it down on the coffee table in front of the
couch along with two tea cups. I sat down beside Asha and poured the tea
into her cup, then mine. We each took a small sip and then set them back
down on the table. Asha still had that anxious expression and she was being
unusually quiet. I moved a little closer to her.

“Are you sure everything is OK?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied, then, “No, not really.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Have you ever had to keep a secret because you were afraid of hurting
someone you love even if it felt like that secret was killing you?”

“I think I can understand.”

“What would you do?”

“I think that, if you really love that someone, you have to be honest with
them, even if it hurts them.”

“Devon . . .”

And just like that, we were kissing. I can’t say who made the first move.
I can’t really remember because it happened so quickly. One moment, Asha
was saying my name, and the next our lips were pressed hard against one
another’s. There was no nervous hesitation, no tentative brushing of lips,
or even longing glances into one another’s eyes. We simply dove into one
another’s kiss without so much as a deep breath.

My right arm curled around the back of Asha’s neck and my hand buried itself
in her soft, luxurious hair. My other hand rested on her hip. Her hands
came up under my arms and pulled at my shoulders, pulling me closer to her.
Soon, we were in a fierce embrace. The heat from her body was blazing in
its intensity, but the warmth of her flesh was as intoxicating as the taste
of her mouth.

Asha swung her leg over my thighs and she was now sitting on my lap, facing
me. At last, we had that longing gaze into each other’s eyes. Neither of
us spoke, but there was no need for words. I knew by the passion with which
she had been kissing me that Asha felt the same way about me that I felt
about her. Her passion was unmistakable because it was the same as my own.

The gazing couldn’t last for long. We were kissing again. My hands
wandered up and down her back while her hands cupped my face. Her lips
parted and I could feel the tip of her tongue poking out. I opened my mouth
as well and the tips of our tongues met in the warm, wet seal our lips had
formed. It take only moments for this cautious probing to become a deep
French kiss.

I felt bolder. My hands crept down from Asha’s back to her ass, which I
squeezed and kneaded firmly. This only encouraged her to become bolder as
well. Her hands began to explore underneath my shirt, rubbing the muscles
of my sides and my chest. I pulled away from her, breaking the kiss, just
long enough for Asha to eagerly yank my shirt up off over my head and toss
it aside on the floor. Our kissing resumed and my lips were delightfully
numb with the constant pressure. Our breathing was heavy and loud as we
sucked in air only when absolutely necessary. The room was filled with the
sounds of two people too absorbed in on another to care what kinds of
strange noises they might be making - grunts, sighs, moans, and more.

I kissed the corner of Asha’s mouth, then her cheek, and then worked my way
towards her ear lobe. I kissed it and gently tugged on it with my lips.
Asha sighed, turning the side of her head towards me. I kissed her cheek
again and then began kissing my way down her jaw line to her neck. She
tilted her face toward the ceiling, giving me freer access. I kissed her
tender neck eagerly until I reached her collarbone. Asha’s fingers ran
through my hair, massaging my scalp as I kissed her succulent skin.

While my lips were exploring her throat, my hands had moved away from her
butt. I cupped one breast in each hand, through the silk of her pajamas,
and gently squeezed them, which elicited airy moans from Asha.

I drew my hands away and my fingers proceeded to unbutton the front of her
pajama top. I undid the first button and kissed the newly exposed skin. I
undid the next button and kissed the top of her cleavage. I did this
slowly, so that Asha could stop me if I was going too far for her, but
apparently she had no complaints about it. One by one, I undid the buttons
until there was an unbroken strip of skin visible from her neck to her
waist.

I peeled the silk away, baring Asha’s breasts to my hungry eyes. She
lowered her arms so she could slip them out of the sleeves. Her top was
discarded and forgotten. I paused for a moment to admire her breasts, which
were a large C-cup at least, with dark pink nipples in the centers. They
were healthy, natural, beautiful breasts.

Kissing my way down, my mouth came at last to her left nipple. My tongue
traced circles around it, stimulating it until it was diamond hard. Then I
began to suckle, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I
worked the left breasts for a minute or more before turning my attention to
the other. I repeated the same steps as before. I moved back and forth.
Whichever nipple I was not sucking, I was gently pinching with the fingers
of my free hand. All the while, Asha made rapturous sighs that sounded
almost like dry sobs of pleasure.

When I removed my face from her breasts and sat up straight, Asha remained
in the same position, leaning back with her face tilted upwards. I drank in
the sight of her bare chest and admired the smooth, dark skin of her chubby
belly. Then my eyes drifted down even farther and nearly refused to believe
what they saw.

“What the . . .” I said out loud without meaning to.

Something long and hard was poking up against the fabric of Asha’s pajama
bottoms. Asha looked down and immediately realized what I had seen. She
jumped off my lap and stepped away from me, which only revealed more. With
her standing fully upright, I could see there was a tent pitched in the
front of her silk pajama pants with a tiny wet spot at the top.

“Asha?” I said, looking for some kind of explanation.

“Oh my God, oh my God . . .” she kept repeating. Her face was dark red as
she scrambled to find her top and she refused to look at me. She just kept
chanting those three words.

“What is this? I don’t understand,” I told her.

“Devon, I’m so sorry,” she said. She found her top and began to put it on,
turning her back to me.

“I don’t . . .”

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” she said. “I would have stopped. I
just got caught up. I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

Asha didn’t answer me. She just buttoned the first few buttons and made a
beeline for the door. Seeing what she was doing, I jumped off the couch and
followed her. I caught her as she reached for the doorknob. I grabbed her
elbow, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to restrain her and prevent
her from leaving in such a state.

“Please talk to me,” I begged.

“Don’t you get it?” she said, sounding desperate. “I have a penis. I’m a
transsexual.”

“A transsexual?”

“I’m sorry, Devon. Please just let me go and you’ll never have to see me
again.”

“Why would you say something like that? I love you, Asha.”

At last, Asha stopped struggling to get through the door. She turned slowly
to me, her eyes slowly rising to meet mine. I knew it must have taken a
tremendous effort. Her eyes were wet and shining, but also filled with
hope. She waited for a moment before speaking.

“Do you mean it?” she asked.

“I do,” I told her.

“Oh, Devon,” she breathed, “I love you too.”

She threw open her arms and I went happily into them. We held one another
tightly, not with the same physical and sexual urgency that we had before,
but in a more tender embrace. I buried my face in her hair, breathing the
sweet fragrance, and she leaned her face against my shoulder. Then I turned
my face to hers and we kissed, sweetly and softly.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about all this,” I admitted, “but I
know how I feel about you and that’s enough.”

“That’s kind of you to say,” Asha said, “but we have to face reality. If
you’re not attracted to me sexually, then what kind of a relationship can we
have?”

“Who said I wasn’t?”

“There’s a difference between finding someone sexy and wanting to have sex
with that person. Especially a person like me. If you’re not interested in
me sexually, I’ll understand. I won’t hold it against you. I’ll know it’s
just how you are.”

“I do want to have sex with you. Badly. I want to make love to you.”

Asha withdrew from my embrace and walk past me into the living room. She
stopped a few feet away with her back facing me. She reached with both
hands towards her chest and began to unbutton her top. Although I could not
see it, I could recognize the motions. When she was finished, she slipped
the silk pajama top off of her body and let it fall to the floor. I admired
the smooth, flawless skin of her wide back. Although she might be called
overweight, she was honestly as perfect as any woman could be.

Her body trembled slightly as she drew a deep breath. Her thumbs hooked the
elastic waistband of her pants. She bent slightly at the waist, pulling the
burgundy fabric down past her curvy thighs, revealing her bare backside to
me. She released the pants and they dropped to the floor. She stepped out
of them and now stood naked before me. My eyes took in the breath-taking
sight of her pleasantly plump ass, which was round and healthy.

She peered at me over her shoulder, then turned to face me, presenting
herself to me. I tried not to stare but, of course, my gaze was drawn to
that mysterious place of a woman’s body, where the two legs meet. Sure
enough, there it was - a thick, circumsized cock about four inches long,
semi-erect that was crowned by a well-maintained bush of midnight black
pubic hair.

I didn’t speak. There was nothing I could say that could express what I was
feeling. Instead, I walked to Asha and placed my hand against her face.
She closed her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her the way we had kissed at
the door.

Then it changed. My hand moved from her face to the back of her head and I
held it there while I pressed my lips fiercely against hers. Asha reacted
immediately, pressing her body closer to mine. My tongue entered her mouth.
Hers and mine wrestled for control. The first kiss had been to show that
I still loved her. This kiss was to show that I still wanted her.

And why wouldn’t I? I thought. For years, I had been fantasizing about how
it would feel to touch or suck another man’s cock. Now I had found exactly
what I needed. Not a man, but not a ordinary woman either - a woman with
the cock that I wanted so much. My only regret was that I had not explored
this avenue earlier.

“I think we should continue this in the bedroom,” said Asha, breaking our
deep kiss.

“I was just about to suggest that myself,” I replied.

“Come on.”

Asha spun around and began to walk towards the bedroom. I gave her a
playful spank on her ample butt. She squeaked and then giggled as she
skipped excitedly into my bedroom. I followed close behind. Once inside, I
practically tackled her to the mattress. I mounted her and plunged my
tongue down her throat. Asha’s legs wrapped around my waist and she held on
tightly.

I kissed Asha’s lips, drunk on the taste and the feel, as my hands ran up
and down her thick thighs. I kissed her chin, then her neck. I worked my
way down rapidly to her breasts and feasted on them with a hunger even
greater than before. She cooed and gasped as I stimulated her sensitive
nipples. I kissed my way down to her navel and below.

Her black pubic hair was as soft as goose down and smelled of some
wildflower shampoo. I buried my nose in it, letting the scent invade my
nostrils. My mouth was inches away from her dick and I began to salivate at
the thought of what would come next.

“Scoot over,” I whispered. “Put your head on the pillows.”

“Devon, you don’t have to . . .” she said.

“I have to, Asha. I want to.”

“OK.”

Asha moved into position, lying on her back in the center of my bed, with
her head on the pillows. She spread her legs apart and planted her feet on
the mattress with her knees elevated. She was now completely exposed. Her
cock, now hard, rested face-up in her bush. Her dusky-colored ball sack
drooped down below. Inside their warm home, her testicles seemed to twitch
with anticipation.

I lay with my upper body perpendicular to hers. My right elbow rested on
the other side of her body. My left hand reached for her rigid member and I
held it in my hand. It had grown longer, now that it was fully engorged
with blood, but it was still a less than average length. The width, on the
other hand, was greater than my own. I held it for a moment, feeling the
weight of it. I was captivated. Her cock was so beautiful, even as
beautiful as Asha herself.

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head. Asha’s body reacted
immediately, tensing and trembling. It tasted delicious, even more
wonderful than I could have imagined. My tongue explored every inch of her
throbbing mushroom tip. My saliva mixed with the tiny bit of precum oozing
from her pee slit and I had to keep swallowing or else risk drooling all
over her.

“It’s even better than I imagined,” she told me.

Her encouraging words egged me on. I let another inch of her meat into my
mouth and closed my lips tightly around it. Again, I gave my tongue all the
time it needed to explore this new territory. I proceeded down another inch
and again took time to savor this experience. I wanted it to last forever.

Unfortunately, it was not to be.

“Devon,” Asha whispered harshly, her breath coming hard and fast. “I’m
going to cum . . .”

I wasn’t quite prepared for that, but I reacted on instinct. I wanted to
taste the most raw essence of this beautiful, sweet, kind girl with whom I
had fallen in love.

A moment later, a salty but delicious liquid filled my mouth. Asha moaned
and thrust her hips up. Another surge of her heavenly nectar entered my
mouth and slid down my throat. I swallowed it all, silently begging for
more. More came, but less than before. Another surge followed as she
emptied the contents of her testicles into my mouth.

Asha took a deep breath and let it out in a single burst. Her body relaxed.
I withdrew my mouth from her dick and sat up. I shifted positions so that
I was now lying alongside her, resting my face on her breast. My fingers
rubbed her round tummy.

“Sorry,” she said, a bit embarrassed. “I’ve been kind of looking forward to
this for a long time, I guess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said with a chuckle.

“We have all night, anyway, don’t we?” Asha pointed out.

“We can have the rest of our lives if we want,” I replied.

Those words had huge implications. A month ago, I might have said it was
impossible to fall so hard in love with someone so fast, but I’d meant what
I said. Asha could very well be the one. Time would tell, but I had
confidence that this relationship would last for a long, long time. She
didn’t respond to my statement, though. She just kissed the top of my head.

We lay there like that for quite a while. We didn’t speak. We didn’t have
to. I knew that Asha needed time to recharge her batteries and I was
patient.

My patience paid off. Asha broke the stillness and wriggled out from under
me. She crawled halfway down the bed, then turned towards me. She reached
out for the waistband of the mesh basketball shorts I was wearing and yanked
them off me. Next came my boxer shorts. Asha stared hungrily at my
eight-inch cock.

Without hesitation, she dove right in. She kissed the underside of my
shaft, up and down, from bottom to top. Her full lips sent shivers of
electricity through my body to the tips of my extremities. I watched her as
she buried her face in my crotch, kissing my balls as lovingly as my dick
itself. She gripped my cock with her right hand and began to stroke it as
she licked both testicles in turn.

At last, she pulled her mouth away from my sack and looked up at me. Her
honey-colored eyes seemed lumiscent in the faint light of the room.

Without breaking that eye contact, she opened her mouth, and took me inside
her. The pleasure was so intense that it almost felt like pain. I gritted
my teeth to keep from crying out, which might alarm her. Within moments,
the feeling subsided, replaced by pure delightful sweetness.

Asha’s head bobbed up and down slowly. Her eyes never left mine. She
continued to suck on my cock tenderly. She was teasing me, I knew. She
wanted to draw out this moment for as long as possible. She pushed me to
the very edge and then drew back before I went over.

An hour passed. The feeling never diminished, only increased. What was
sixty minutes seemed to pass in a heartbeat. All that time, we kept our
eyes locked on one another.

My life had been changed forever by this girl, but I knew one thing for
certain. I had not come to this country for a change of scenery, for an
education, even for an adventure. I had traveled across the world, from one
side of the planet to the other, to find this girl.

Asha’s hand found its way to my shaft once again and began to stroke. I
knew this was the moment. She pumped my cock with her hand while her mouth
sucked like a hungry child at a breast. She was pushing me towards that
edge again and this time there would be no coming back.

A tremor rocked my body, then another. The energy was building inside me
quickly, too quickly to contain or control. I could no longer keep eye
contact. I closed my eyes tightly as I began to see flashes of light in
front of my eyes.

The dam burst. I blew my load with an almost volcanic force. Asha sucked
it down, just as I had sucked down hers. She squealed, but the sound was
muffled by the cock in her mouth. I pumped more and more cum into her
throat until at last the reservoir went dry. I opened my eyes again. Asha
was looking at me, smiling rapturously.

She climbed up beside me and lay down next to me. I put my arm around her
shoulders and she cradled her head against me. I looked down at her cock
and saw, to my surprise, that her bush was matted with cum. Suddenly, I
knew what that squeal had been earlier. As I had orgasmed into her mouth,
so had she orgasmed involuntarily.

“You naughty girl,” I said. “I’m going to have to change the sheets.”

“Mmm, not yet,” she said. “They’re just going to get messy again.”

I laughed. “True, true.”

We lay in silence for a few moments.

“Can I ask you something, Asha?” I said.

“Of course,” she replied.

“Why did you do it? Why did you become a girl?”

“I didn’t. I was born a girl. I was never a boy.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I mean, on the inside. People might have thought I was a boy. I might
have looked like one or dressed like one, but that was never me. This is
the real me.”

“How old were you?”

“Twelve, when I began living as a girl full time.”

Asha told me more details of how she had transitioned from the lie of being
a boy to the truth of being a girl. She told me about visiting
psychologists, talking to her parents and how understanding they had been,
taking hormone treatments, and finally taking the big step that changed her
life. She became on the outside the person she had always been on the
inside. I admired her courage and her determination. I knew I never would
have had the strength to attempt something like that.

I could feel my sexual energy building again as we talked. By the way that
Asha began to shift restlessly, I sensed the same was true for her. She
asked me if I had any kind of lubricant. I told her there was KY jelly in
the medicine cabinet. She rose from the bed and walked into the en suite.
I watched her butt wiggle as she walked. It looked so inviting.

When Asha returned to the bedroom, I could see that her cock had begun to
rise again. She cuddled up against me and placed the bottle of jelly in my
hand.

“What’s this for?” I asked, knowing the answer but not wanting to sound like
I was expecting it from her.

“Don’t be a tease,” she said, grinning at me. “You know . . .”

“Well,” I said, toying with her, “it’s lubricant, so you want me to
lubricate something. But what?”

“Come on, Devon,” she said, slapping me on the shoulder.

“I have no idea.”

“My . . . my butthole . . .”

“Whatever for?”

“Because,” she said, now shifting positions again, getting on all fours, “I
want that big dick of yours all the way up there. Now get to it before I
decide I don’t want to give you any more tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am!” I said eagerly.

Asha smiled approvingly and then turned her ass towards me. I rose up and
knelt behind her. I squirted a bit of the KY jelly at the top of her crack
and it ran all the way down. I slipped my fingers between the cheeks and
greased up the crack. Asha reached behind and spread her cheeks apart with
one hand to grant me better access. I could see her dark rosebud there,
waiting for me to enter.

I squirted some of the jelly on my finger, then pressed it against the
rubbery orafice. I applied a little pressure and the tip slipped inside.
Asha let out a soft sigh. I slid my finger in deeper. Now, I had never had
any kind of anal sex, even with an ordinary girl, so this was all knew to
me. I wasn’t sure what to expect. It was tight and hot inside and I could
feel the blood pumping inside her.

I added more jelly and slipped a second finger inside Asha’s butt. It went
in effortlessly and Asha sighed again, almost a moan. I buried my fingers
inside her up to the knuckle, as far as I could. I moved them in and out of
her hole, but also around in circles, trying to stretch the sphincter enough
to allow me to penetrate her with a minimum of discomfort.

After a short while, things began to feel looser, and I knew it was time. I
pulled out my fingers with a faint pop sound, and raised myself up so that
my dick was even with her anus. I squirted some of the jelly along the
length of my shaft and then rubbed it all around to lubricate myself as well
as her. I placed one hand on her hip and used the other hand to guide
myself towards her.

“Devon,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Yes?” I asked, pausing.

“I just wanted to let you know that you’re my first.”

“I’m honored,” I told her sincerely.

She smiled at me and then turned her face away. Now she was ready. I lined
the tip of my cock up with her butt hole and began to push. Although it was
loose, it was still not easy to penetrate. Asha groaned in discomfort, but
didn’t tell me to stop. She perservered through the pain as I at last
managed to push the head of my cock into her pure, untouched opening.

After that first bit of resistance, my dick seemed to fit like a glove, as
if her butt were meant for me and my cock meant for her. Asha sighed as my
eight inches sank into her body. I buried my shaft up to the hilt and then
stopped.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“Like I’ve been finally been completed,” she replied.

Sure, it was a corny thing for her to say, but I’ve found that corny
sentiments are almost always the most sincere, since you would never say
such a thing unless you truly meant it.

Our love-making began. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm and we achieved
sexual harmony. When I pushed forward, she pushed back. When I pulled
back, she relaxed her muscles inside to allow me freedom to move. Even our
breathing became synchronized.

It was slow at first. As Asha had done when she had sucked on me, I tried
to draw out the experience for as long as I could. One of the good things
about having cum once already tonight was that I was able to go for much
longer.

I didn’t measure time in minutes or hours. I measured it in the beats of
our hearts, in the sighs and moans of our love, in the whispered pleadings
and promises we made in the blessed dark.

But it could not last forever. Our rhythms became faster and faster. I
pushed my cock as deep inside as it could go, then pulled it out to the base
of my head, then immediately pushed back in. Asha raised her head and her
body stiffened as she put all the strength of her back into our exertions.

Soon I was slamming my groin against her ass. The room was filled with the
smell of sweat and the sounds of Asha groaning and moaning. My ball sack
slapped against hers with each thrust forward, making a clapping sound that
grew louder as I drew closer to my final climax. My cock had never been so
hard and I had never felt a more intense burning in my loins.

Asha buried her face in the pillows and began to cry. Even then, she never
told me to stop. I knew, through our intuitive connection, that she was not
crying out of any pain she did not relish.

The moment came at last. With a quick series of deep thrusts, I launched a
flood of semen and christened Asha’s virgin bowels.

Even as I shot my load into Asha, my body took control and continued ramming
her. I saw Asha’s arm moving furiously alongside her body and I knew she
was jerking herself off. I kept pumping, determined to keep it up until
Asha came. At last, she gave a deep sigh and collapsed forward. My dick
slipped out of her body as she went and I too fell over, barely managing to
avoid falling on her.

We both gasped for air. I turned my face towards Asha’s and opened my eyes.
Her face was wet with tears and sweat and drool.

“Are you alright?” I asked her.

“Don’t worry,” she told me in a comforting tone.

“You were crying. Did it hurt that bad?”

“It hurt, but it didn’t. Does that make sense? It was like the pain was
transformed. I was crying because I’ve never felt so much emotion at once.
I couldn’t contain it. So much love.”

“That’s amazing, Asha. I wish I could have felt that too.”

“But Devon . . .” she said, then reached out for my face. She rubbed my
cheek and showed me the tip of her finger. There was a teardrop on it.
Only then did I realize that I had been crying, too. “You did.”

* * *

Asha fell asleep almost immediately. I managed to pull the blankets up over
us and pull her body close against mine before I, too, fell into a deep
sleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, it was to the sound of my bedroom door
creaking slightly. I opened my eyes to see Asha entering the room, carrying
a tray which she set down on the small table beside the bed. I saw toast
with jam, slices of fruit, and two glasses of juice - enough for both of us.
When she stood back up, she saw that I was awake, and smiled warmly.

As far as I could tell, she was wearing nothing except for one of my
t-shirts. It was a bit tight on her, but long enough that the hem dangled
down enough to conceal something else dangling down. My eyes fixated on her
lovely, shapely thighs.

She interrupted by staring by crawling over and kissing me on the mouth. I
returned the kiss with equal vigor and delight. I think that, until this
point, Asha may have been slightly concerned that I had made love to her
more out of horniness than a genuine desire for her and that, after two
orgasms and a night to sleep on it, I might feel differently towards her.

I didn’t. She was as lovely and sexy to me as she had been in the deepest
throes of our passion last night. I ran my hand up and down her thighs and
it wasn’t long before the fabric of the t-shirt began to rise noticeably. I
had been right. She was only wearing the shirt.

“Uh-oh,” I said. “Someone has morning wood.”

“Only ’cause you’re touching me like that!” she replied.

“Then I’m going to keep doing it.”

“I won’t stop you.”

I drew back the cloth of the shirt to reveal her treasures. I reached out
and cupped her hot balls in my hands, then began to massage them while my
wrist rubbed against the underside of her shaft. Her cock was rock hard in
a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, my own cock was rapidly hardening
underneath the blanket.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” she confessed.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You know when the girl goes on top and the guy goes on bottom and they both
suck each other’s dicks at the same time. Well, not always dicks. You know
what I mean.”

“Sixty-nine.”

“Exactly! Can we do that? Please?”

There was no way I was going to refuse a request like that. I tossed the
blankets aside and lay flat on my back, spread eagle. Asha eagerly rose to
a kneeling position, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and yanked it off over
her head. Her large, full breasts bounced with the motion and I noticed
that her nipples were as hard as her dick.

Asha moved so that she was kneeling next to my shoulders, then slung a leg
over my head until she was kneeling on either side of my neck, facing away
from me. Her bare ass was only inches away from my face and her sack was
dangling down brazenly from underneath.

I found it slightly amusing that this same girl, who had been so mortified
when I had noticed a bulge in her pants, was now happy to plant her balls
right in my face. I was happy about it too, actually.

Asha lowered her face to my crotch and began to kiss the areas immediately
surrounding my package, warming me up. She proceeded to kiss my nut sack
next, occasionally stopping to lick a little circle around one testicle or
the other. She quickly reached my cock and began licking up and down the
shaft like it was a tasty Popsicle.

It occurred to me that last night Asha had shot her load so early that she
had the patience to give me the achingly-slow blowjob she had. Now, full of
sexual hunger, she didn’t plan on waiting. She wanted to suck my cock hard
and fast.

I went to work on Asha as well. Because of the position of our bodies, her
cock was not easily accessible, but her scrotum was right there. I pinched
the loose skin between my lips and tugged on it ever so slightly. It was
smooth and hairless and the entire region had an intoxicating, musky smell.

The skin wasn’t enough for long. I began to lick her balls, then to lap at
them greedily like a dog. I would place my open mouth against one ball and
suck it inside. Then I would roll it around with my tongue. I moved from
one testicle to the other in this fashion.

Meanwhile, I was playing with Asha’s butt hole a little as well. I wet my
finger with saliva and inserted it into her rectum which, I was pleased to
note, felt as tight now as it had at the beginning of our anal play last
night. I slid my finger in and out of her while I nursed on her tasty
girl-nuggets.

The only problem with this position was that I couldn’t reach Asha’s dick.
I rolled Asha over on to her side so that she and I were both lying on our
hips, facing opposite directions, with complete access to one another’s
meat.

I took her cock in one hand and peeled back to the foreskin to reveal the
head. I took the entire thing into my mouth at once, nearly gagging on its
girth but not caring. I was desperately hungry for her.

I can’t say exactly how long I lay there, sucking on my new girlfriend’s
cock, but I know it must not have been too long. Soon, we were both
grunting from the corners of our mouths as we fought to suck harder and take
it deeper down our throats.

I had one hand on each of Asha’s ass cheeks and I was massaging them
fiercely while I licked, kissed, and swallowed her magnificent organ. I
began to use her ass for leverage, pulling her towards me until she was
practically fucking my face.

Asha was going at it like a pro. She would take my entire length into her
mouth in one gulp, wrapping her lips around the base of my cock and teasing
the sensitive flesh with the muscles of her lips, tongue, and throat. After
a short while, she was giving up on the teasing, and just bobbed her head up
and down rapidly with her lips tightly sealed around my dick, effectively
jerking me off with her mouth.

Neither of us could last long at that pace. Our moans and groans became
louder and more frequent. Our bodies began to shake.

In one explosive moment, I jettisoned my entire load of semen into Asha’s
mouth. Almost simultaneously, or perhaps in reaction to my offering, she
blew her wad into my mouth as well. It was just as delicious as I had
remembered. Asha and I drank one another’s juices until there was no more
left.

I lay my head on Asha’s thigh, panting heavily.

We recovered for a moment and then Asha crawled back over to me. She looked
at me for a moment, then reached out and dabbed the corner of my mouth.
When she pulled her finger away, there was a tiny drop of cum on the end.
She offered it to me and I happily slurped it off.

“Now let’s eat breakfast,” she said.

“I thought we just did,” I joked.

“You nutter,” she said, slapping me playfully on the shoulder.

We ate the breakfast that Asha had prepared. It was simple, but tasty, and
served to replenish a lot of the strength we had exhausted last night and so
far this morning. Once the meal was finished, Asha cuddled up against me.
She went still for a moment, then whispered softly:

“There’s something else I have to tell you.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Do you remember when I made that comment last night about keeping secrets
from people because you didn’t want to hurt them?”

“Of course, but don’t worry. You didn’t hurt me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?”

“It’s Shanthi. I’ve been keeping a secret from her because I was afraid it
would hurt her to know the truth. And I guess I was being selfish, too.
The truth is that Shanthi is in love with you, too. She told me last week
but I was too afraid to admit that I felt the same way about you. I was
worried she’d feel betrayed. And now I really have betrayed her.”

This was a bomb shell I had not been expecting. I never gave much thought
to the possibility that Shanthi had those kind of feelings for me. When
things had progressed with Asha last night, I had forgotten about her sister
almost altogether. It seemed like a moot point.

Now those conflicted feelings I’d been having for Asha and Shanthi rushed
back. Of course, things were much more complicated now.

Should I tell Asha that I had feelings for her sister?

Should I just pretend that I didn’t?

Would I choose Shanthi over Asha if I had to make a choice?

“I’m a horrible person, aren’t I?” Asha asked.

“Shh,” I replied, trying to sound soothing. “Not at all.”

I kissed Asha on the forehead, then on the lips. She cuddled up against me,
holding me tightly. I pondered the question she had just asked me. Little
did Asha know that I was wondering the same thing about myself.

Well, to summarize part one, I became rather obsessed with wanting to fuck
my wife in the ass, and she used that desire, against me, sort of, by
forcing me to dress in feminine clothing, so, she could live out one of her
fantasies, to fuck a “girl” in her pussyass. And I’m that girl!!!

We’ve gotten me all dressed up, for our special night, and she went to the
bathroom to get ready, also. At her suggestion, I got online and started
reading the shemale/tv/cd stories, again, which got me very excited,
especially the ones featuring domination. I don’t know what it is, but, the
idea, of being with a “chick with a dick” just gets me all horned up. So,
I’m reading a story, as the door opens, and in walks my wife.

“Wow”, I say, as I look up to see her. She’s dressed in a black latex body
suit, crotchless, and a big, black cock, jutting out from the her
mound. She looks positively breathtaking, as I watch her move towards me,
cock bouncing slightly with the sway of her hips. I’m so turned on, from
the stories, that seeing that rigid 7″, thick cock, sticking out from my
wifes groin, just gets me hotter.

“Do you like my outfit, Rose?”, she coos. “I’m sure you’ll love the feel of
my hard cock, as you take it like my lesbian girl friend. Do you want me to
fuck your pussy, baby, give you the fucking of your life, make you my
bitch? Are you ready?”

Oh, my, I’m thinking, she’s really getting into this. I’m still so scared
of the pain, involved, but, admittedly, am still excited at the thought of
fucking her, afterwards, so, I’ll have to go thru with this, as
discussed. “Yes, honey, I’m ready,” I say.

“MMMMM, I’m so glad you’re ready, bitch, cause I’m gonna make you moan and
groan, tonight, making you beg for more of my cock, fucking your tight
little pussy. Why don’t you help me get even more excited, and come over
here on you knees, and give your knew lover a big sloppy kiss?” Needless to
say, it wasn’t really a question, but, a strong suggestion. She wants me to
kiss the cock, that’s going to fuck me?….Oh, god, what I’ve I gotten
into?. The problem is that I love the dirty talk. I really get off on it,
as it makes me hot. I love this humilation. What’s wrong with me, to be
letting this happen?

She motioned me, sort of like you would a dog, to come to her, me pleading
with myself, not to succumb. However, I knew I had to, and again, it’s just
us, so, I’ll do it for her. The ole, “the ends justify the means”
scenario. Crawling over to her, I just sat back on my haunches, staring at
that one-eyed monster, as she moved her hips, closer, to my lips. I could
smell the aroma, a quite familiar one…oh, yes, it was her pussy. She must
have used it on herself, prior to coming out, and now it shone with her
sweet juices. I had to taste that, so, I hesitantly licked at the bulbous
head, tasting her cunt juices, and wanting more.

“Oh, yes, Rose, that’s it, give it a big sloppy french kiss. Go ahead
girlie, wrap you lips around the head, so, I can feed you my big black
cock,”, she purred as she slipped the head inside my mouth. It only went in
about an inch, as she stopped, saying, “That’s it, just suck the head, for
now. Don’t worry, I’ll give you more, but, for now, just suck it a little,
and smell my pussy juices. You like them don’t you? You like the taste, of
my cunt, on my cock, don’t you?”

All I could do was moan a “mmm”, and keep on sucking as she was holding the
back of my head, not allowing me any retreat. I bobbed my head up and down,
giving her the “yes” answer she was looking for. And she’s completely
right, I do love the taste and smell of her pussy. The only negative to
this, is that I’m having to suck a cock to get them. Oh, well, it’s ok, for
now, I guess. And I keep thinking about putting my cock in her tight little
asshole, too. That thought, just let’s all of this to be ok, well, maybe
not ok, but, at least tolerable. I mean, here I am, on my knees, dressed
completely in women’s sexy clothes, sucking on my wifes strap on dildo,
knowing that big thing is going to be inside my pussy, later, and I’m still
excited….rut ro…I may have a problem here. Damn, I did it again,
calling my ass a pussy! She keeps referring to it that way, and I’m
following suit. Shit, I’m in trouble.

“Ok, honey, now let’s go deeper in your throat. Just let it in, bitch, let
it slide down your throat like a good cocksucker. You like sucking that
cock, don’t you? You want it deeper don’t you? MMMMMM, it’s so sexy seeing
your painted lips wrapped around your big, new, lover. Oh, yes, you’re
doing a fine job, of sucking my cock, and getting it all nice a slick for
your pussy. I know you’re gonna love it, sliding in and out of your cunt,
as I make you my bitch.”

Again, all I could do was moan and shake my head, as she started to slide
that plastic cock in deeper and deeper, making me gag. She pulled back a
bit, then pushed in again, deeper this time, again causing me to
gag. “Swallow when it gets to the entrance of your throat. That will allow
you to take it in deeper, Rose.” And swallow I did, on the next push, and
sure enough, my throat opened up, allowing it to slide right in, as her
smooth pubic area, brushed my nose. Again, she pulled out, just a little,
allowing my to breath, and then back in, this time, mashing my nose against
her crotch, giving me every possible centimeter of that dong, in my mouth
and throat.

She held it there, saying, “Oh, my girlie, you’ve done it, like the good
little cocksucker, I knew you’d be. Doesn’t that feel good, knowing you’re
making me happy? Oh, I can see you must like it too, cause your clittie is
all hard, and dripping.” Oh, know, she was right, I ‘m hard as a rock,
while she’s standing in front of me, feeding me her strap on cock, like it
was real. I can smell her pussy too, that sweet aroma of her juices, and
the taste is wonderful.

Pulling back out, some, she said, “Keep you lips tight on it, make love to
that big black cock, Rose. It’s gonna give you soooooo much more pleasure
in just little bit. But, first I think we need some pics,” as I see the
flash of the camera. I look up, and am blinded by another one. “MMMMM, yes,
look at me with my cock in your mouth, while I get a good pic. Now, I’ll
pull out a bit, and get another one. Keep looking at me, Rose, eyes, open!
Oh, yes, very nice, now one more, with just he head resting on your lips,
so we can see the whole, cock, and how big it is. Oh, good, girlie, now
let’s get it back in your throat, again, slowly.” She keeps taking
pictures, me swallowing that monster, looking at her, eyes open, in a
slight trance. “That was great, Rose, now, let’s get on to the next step,
shall we? You want that, don’t you? You want to have me fucking your pussy,
don’t you? Then you’ll be able to fuck mine, right?”

“MM, MM,” I moan, not being able to speak. I just told her I wanted her to
fuck me! I really don’t but, have to agree, if I’m going to get to do
her. Oh, my, ok, well let’s get it overwith, I’m thinking.

“Get on the bed, on all fours, with your pussy poking back at me. I want to
see the you all opened up, waiting for me to fuck you. Come on now, girl,
don’t be shy, get up there,”, she said, as I didn’t move at all. As I
started to slowly get up, she went to the nightstand, and got some
lotion. Oh, good, I thought, I’ll at least be lubed for this. She handed it
to me, and told me to lube up my new lover and my pussy. Oh, god, I’m going
to do it for her! I’m going to actually put lube on my pussy, and her cock,
so she can fuck me with it.

“MMMM,” she says, “you look so pretty there, and so sexy, Rose. I know
you’re going to love this, as much as I do, maybe even more. That’s right,
get a lot on my cock, now your pussy, don’t forget to get some inside,
baby. You wouldn’t want me to “hurt” you, would you?” Hurt me?, I’m
thinking. Damn, I know it’s gonna hurt already, so, what’s this shit, about
“not wanting to hurt me?”.

“Honey, I’m afraid it’s gonna hurt too bad. Let’s not go any further, ok?”

“What? Are you serious? You don’t want me? You don’t want to make me happy?
Typical, you just want what YOU want, and don’t care about me. Ok, whatever
you want….but, you get nothing, remember that. AND I mean nothing!!

I looked back, over my shoulders, seeing her kneeling there, behind me,
staring at me, like she was pissed, and wondered what to do. On one hand, I
would have to experience the pain, but, on the other hand wouldn’t get
“any” and probably for a long time. She can be spiteful, I know, so, I’m in
deep shit here. “Ok, go ahead, but, please take it easy, ok?”

“Of course I will Rose, I’ll be as gentle as possible. Are you all lubed?
You did a nice job of making my cock ready for you.”

“Yes, honey, I”m ready.”

“Ok, then, here we go.” she says. I can feel the head sliding up and down
my crack, making sure it’s all slick, as she begins. “MMMMM, nice pussy,
girlie. I’m gonna take your cherry now. Gonna make you mine. You’ll never
be the same, Rose, but, you’ll want more, I promise.” With that, she pushed
at my pucker, forcing it open. I groaned, in pain, and then I opened up,
causing me to scream into the pillow. The pain was unbearable, as I felt
like I was being split in two. She completely stopped, allowing me to get
accustomed to this new feeling. I don’t know how long she was motionless,
but, all at once, I pushed back towards her, and she got the idea, that I
wanted more. Slowly, very slowly, she pushed in, pulled out, pushed in,
pulled out, going a little deeper, each time.

I moan, once, and she says, “Oh, girlie, I knew you’d love it. You want
more, as we’re only about half way in. I’ve got a lot more cock to fuck you
with. You want me to go deeper? You look so hot.”

Due to the slight bend in the didlo, the head, and the large veins, were
rubbing my love button, as she moved in and out, ever slow slowly. This
sensation, was creating a warmth, that I can explain. My cock was rock
hard, and my insides were absolutely on fire. If you’ve not experienced
this, it’s so difficult to put into words. But, once the pain had ebbed,
all I knew, was that I wanted more. I wanted to feel more of that fire. And
the only thing that would enhance that lusty burn was the hard, fat, cock
in my pussy. So, I moaned, pushed back, and said, “Yes, give me more.”

“Oh, baby, I knew you’d love it, I knew you’d want more. That’s a good
girl, now, we’re on our way to some great times. I’m gonna give you what
you need, Rose: A good hard fucking!!!!” With that, she pushed all the way
in, again, making me cringe, but, not near as bad. then, she held it,
holding my hips, locking me to her. And again, the pain subsided, allowing
that wonderful warmth to return. She slowly pulled out, and just as she had
almost completely retreated, began her journey back up my love chute,
again, making me groan and moan in sheer pleasure. She sensed this, too, as
my moans were of lust, not pain, any longer.

Now she’s moving much quicker, with short, stabs, that are driving me
wild. All of sudden, I feel my balls churning, as I explode with the best
orgasm of my life. I almost blacked out, from the force of my cum shots. I
soaked the bed, underneath me, as I must have shot 5 strong jets, and a few
smaller ones. “I knew it, Rose, I knew it,”, she yelled, watching me
getting off. “You just had a great orgasm, from me fucking you,
baby. Aren’t you glad? Do you want more? I’ll fuck you more, if you want,
girlie. Tell me you want more, tell me you’re my bitch now, to fuck
whenever I want. Tell me Rose, or I pull out, right now.”

I’m still in my after cum bliss, so, nod my head, saying, “Yes, please fuck
me more. Give me that feeling again, Lil, make me your bitch, and fuck me!”

“Rose, will you let me fuck you whenever I want? You love it, right? You
want more, right? You look so good, with that big cock in your pussy,
begging me for more. I can tell you want more, girlie, so, tell me you
do. Tell me what you want. Turn around, so, I can see your face when you
beg me for more, bitch!”

And of course I do exactly as she says, looking back, saying, “Oh, yes,
please more, please fuck me more. That was incredible.”

“What else Rose?”

“You can fuck me whenever you want, and I’ll be your bitch. Please do it
again!”

“Ah, that’s nice. It’s so sweet to hear you beg me to fuck your pussy with
my big ole cock, Rose. I just knew you’d love it. I’m so glad you want to
be my bitch, cause that’s what’s gonna happen, now. You’re gonna get
fucked, now, like a bitch, and then beg for more.”

With that, she grabbed my hips, and began a serious, deep dick, fucking of
my pussy. She held on , as she thrust herself into me, causing me to scoot
up to the headboard. My head bounced off it a few times, with her powerful
movements, but, the fire had returned, so, I didn’t care. Oh, god the fire,
the burning, that hot molten feeling, deep inside me, was so captivating. I
wanted more, for sure. And she gave me more, making me cum, again, with
almost as much force and feeling as the first one. This, time, though, she
didn’t stop, she just kept on fucking, using her cock as a battering ram
for my insides . My pussy was getting sore, but, the flame was still there,
so, I didn’t care. And again, I orgasmed, for the third time, in about an
hour. I’m still amazed at how she knew about my inner pussy need, but, she
did, and I do, so, that’s all I care about now. Just fill that need, and
she can do anything she wants.

Finally after she had used and abused my pussy for over an hour, she pulled
out, and said, “Oh, my girlie certainly liked getting her pussy reamed,
didn’t she? I believe she came three times, from just my little ole cock
fucking her. MMMMM, you looked so cute, honey, your little clittie,
shooting, without being touched. I knew you’d like being a girlie. So, tell
me Rose, didn’t you love it? Didn’t make you feel wonderful? Didn’t you
feel like a bitch, being fucked in her pussy? Next time I’ll go for four
cums, out of your clittie. You know, you should clean that mess up, why not
lick it up for me? Go on, lick up your clittie juice, bitch!”

Holy shit, I said to my self, as she was completely correct. I loved it,
want it again, and if she wants me to lick up my cum?….hell that’s an
easy price to pay, if she’ll pound my pussy again. Oh, my god, that was the
most sexual and sensual event of my life, and I knew I wanted more. How did
she know? My third orgasm was twice as strong as any I’ve ever had, before
our fuck. The first one was 6 times as great…so, yes, she can have me
anytime. I’ll dress, suck her cock, bend over, spread my cheeks, and beg
her, if that’s what she wants.

After licking up my cum, she came layed down on the bed, and said, “Now
honey, my cock needs a good cleaning, so, come here and suck it clean. Be a
good girlie, lick your new lover’s cock, totally clean.”

“Yes, maam,” I said, crawling towards, her mouth watering. I’m amazed at
how much I’ve done/learned in the past few days. From straight guy to his
wifes fuck toy. There’s just a fine line between them, I guess. I wonder
what will happen in the future?

But although he was careful I found him out. There were the giveaway signs
- a lack of interest in sex with me, hidden spunky hankies, that kind of
thing. So I checked his internet use and found he’d been surfing shemale
sites, pictures, stories and some nasty videos. He seemed to be fascinated
by the idea of a woman who turned out to be the sexual aggressor. Shemale
BDSM was his favourite area of activity.

One lazy Sunday afternoon I decided to test him out. After a couple of
beers and spliffs and a little playing around I got him to agree to me
tying him to the bed naked. I am a beautiful buxom lady with large
sensitive nipples and require my sex to be just so. Today I had a plan that
made my pussy moisten just thinking about it. We are very similar people,
strong, single minded and like to be in control. I think the idea of
handing that control over involuntarily is what turned him on - with an
added kink that I was about to test!

Dressed in a semi transparent creamy coloured slip with dark knickers and
bra beneath was a sight to get any man aroused. I slipped the soft yet
strong yachting ropes around his wrists and secured him tightly, naked on
his back to the bedposts. As I stretched his legs apart his penis stiffened
and rolled across his shaven testicles. I could tell this dirty boy was
having impure thoughts.

Impatiently I flicked his penis to one side and told him “just stop that!
You’re here to satisfy me now” and climbed up to sit on his chest, and
pushed my fingers into his mouth. “Lick them!” When my fingers were
moistened by his tongue I slipped them down the front of my knickers and
started fondling my sweet clit inches in front of his face.

“You want to please me and suck my pussy baby?” You bet! He leaned his head
forward to try and reach my knickers but I pulled back out of reach. I
stood up, turned round and lowered my knicker clad arse towards his open
mouth. “OK start at my arse then” and slipped my knickers to one side. He
eagerly tongued around my anus and probed a little at my hole. It was
deliciously naughty having his tongue wriggling at my anus whilst I fondled
my sensitive clit.

In no time my orgasm overtook me and my pussy was flushed with slick
juice. “Mmm lick me out now Babe” As my orgasm subsided his tongue cleaned
my pussy. He was moaning with desire and his cock was standing up like a
flagpole. I reached forward and took his cock in my left hand, pulling his
foreskin back fully, and smearing his precum around the exposed sensitive
head. In my right hand I clenched his balls and squeezed. He gasped and
moaned. “Naughty, naughty boy! Suck my cunt good, mmm” I started to control
the urgency of his tongue pleasing my clit by manipulating his cock and
balls. As he got close I relaxed, keeping him going to ensure my own
shattering second orgasm. God I was loving it!!

And so apparently was he, jerking his hips up off the bed trying to get
more contact with my hands. “Stop it!” and I squeezed his balls again and
he subsided back with a moan. I’ll sort this out. I got a tight hairband
and doubled it around his testicles, holding them tightly out from his
body, then took a rope around the bed through the loop of the hairband. Now
he couldn’t move without hurting his balls.

After two clitoral orgasms I fancied a fuck so I climbed aboard his cock
and thrust myself up and down on it. Before I had bounced three strokes he
started pumping his juice into my cunt. “Bastard! I’m not ready” and I
smacked him across the cheeks. He moaned with orgasm and twitched from the
sting of the slap.

“You’ll pay for that!” I was fairly getting into my dom role now! I slipped
off him as his cock softened and repositioned my pussy over his
face. “You’ll have to bring me off with your tongue now!”

I rubbed my slick pussy over his nose and mouth while teasing his balls by
running my long fingernails over his tight sack. “MMmm” he groaned and his
penis twitched. “Dirty boy! Push that tongue up my cunt!!” As his tongue
squirmed around between my pussy lips I squeezed his semen out and held his
head firmly between my creamy clenched thighs. He couldn’t avoid his spunk
slithering into his mouth and down his cheeks.

“There’s a good boy, clean me up! Do something right for a change!”
Obediently, caught up in the depravity of the moment, he flicked his tongue
around my pussy giving me delicious sensations. Maybe this was a better
idea than I’d first thought - where could this lead?

His story

I was amazed at the exciting kinky behaviour my wife was trying out on
me. She had me totally carried away under her control and I was loving it!
I’d never had any mans spunk in my mouth but since it was my own i could
hardly object.

As her cunt squirmed lustfully over my face, she opened her bedside drawer
and got something out. She shifted her cunt over my face and stuck
something into my mouth and commanded me to suck it. It was a rubbery dildo
of realistic texture and a little bigger than my average size cock. Then
she turned it around putting the other end in my mouth and mounted it. As i
clenched my teeth holding it still with difficulty I watched her cunt slide
back and forth inches from my face. Her arsehole came down, touched my nose
then rose again in a steady rythm as she pleasured herself on me.

Soon she was orgasming for a third time and my cock was again standing like
the Eiffel Tower, desparately seeking relief. As she slowed she removed the
dildo from my mouth and said “Now you naughty boy, I’ve a treat for you!

She loosened the bonds on my ankles from the bedposts and drew first one,
then the other, up to tie them at my ankles! My cock was pointing at my
face. Then she dripped massage oil onto the tip of my cock, dripping it up
the shaft then over my balls and finally over my arsehole. This was like a
delicious Chinese sexual water torture.

Setting aside the bottle, she gripped my penis and pulled the foreskin
back, massaging the oil into the head of my cock. Oh delicious agony with
the tight cord holding my balls down! She rubbed the oil all around my cock
and balls and arsehole. Just when i thought my reward was coming she
stopped and grabbed the dildo, greasy with her cunt juice, and rubbed it
around my cock, prodded my balls and then started squeezing it up my bum!
Oh Jaysus! I’d never imagined she’d do a thing like this to me, it was so
debased!

“resistance is useless!” she said and gave my distended balls a tug. Uh! I
jolted and she shoved the dildo in an inch, then gently worked it all the
way in. It felt like having an awful crap in reverse. But the discomfort
subsided and I was quickly caught up again in the depravity of the
moment. She started working it in and out and around a bit until she hit
something inside and I erupted in a powerful squirt of spunk onto my lips
and chest. “Lick it up dirty boy!”

“Now I control you. You will do my bidding and pleasure me as I require and
in return I will give you what you’ve been secretly desiring - but its all
on my terms, you naughty, naughty boy!”

What would she do next?

by Pat

I am a 26-year-old single mother of two. My children are
aged 5 and 4. I work at a local drive inn theater
serving fast food items. This is where I met my Lesbian
girl friends Jill and Annie.

They were getting ready to move across town and had
bought some new furniture so I went over to their
apartment to look at a couch that they wanted to sell.
They had dinner all ready for the three of us including
a bottle of wine.

Annie is a 28-year-old beauty and she’s very tall at
about 6 ft and slender with large breasts. She had left
her husband for Jill who broke her into Lesbian sex the
first week they lived together.

Jill is 29 and slim too, with short hair almost like a
mans. She is very pretty and considers herself the “man”
of the household.

After supper we sat down in the living room and Jill and
Annie starting making out on the couch. I just watched
them and made no comment. But I think the wine had
started to get to me because I was feeling very horny.

Then to my surprise they told me if I joined them I
could have the couch for nothing. I wasn’t too sure
about it, but when they came over to me and started to
undress me, I decided to give in and see what would
happen.

Jill started sucking on my nipples while Annie dropped
to her knees and starting sucking my very hot pussy. I
almost jumped out of my skin when I felt her tongue at
my opening. They were both so aggressive that I felt
like I was being eaten up. I enjoyed that feeling very
much.

They pushed me down onto the couch and Jill starting
sucking my pussy running her tongue very far into me.
Annie stood over me and pushed her pussy over my mouth.
I wasn’t sure what I would do. I mean was I going to eat
out another woman? It had never even occurred to me to
do something like that.

Secretly, I had always wondered what it would be like. I
didn’t take Jill long to make me climax like I never had
before. And Annie was face fucking me like mad and was
about to fill my mouth with her juices.

As her climax hit, Jill starting moving up my body and
was between my legs when and felt something enter me
moving very fast and deep. I thought she had put a
strap-on-peter and was fucking me with it. Soon she
starting going real fast and I felt something shooting
into me, it felt very warm. I climaxed again, groaning
in fantastic pleasure.

We laid there all tangled up together for a while. When
Jill pulled out of me I saw what she had been using on
me. It was a real peter almost 5 inches long and very
thick. And it was covered with both of our come.

I was in shock at first, how could this be? I reached
down to fell it to make sure it was real. Jill pushed my
head down and told me suck it clean for her. I was only
inches away from her penis now and I knew it was real.
But I could also see a pussy opening situated below it.

I don’t know why I did it, if you asked me I couldn’t
explain it, but I starting sucking her. Then all of a
sudden I felt my mouth and throat being filled with her
hot come. I swallowed looking up into her face. She
looked so hot with her breasts heaving and her head
thrown back in ecstasy.

Jill was a true hermorodike she had a cock and a pussy.
Now I could I see why Annie had moved in with her. What
a useful person Jill was.

I still go over there about 3 times a month for a little
pussy and peter.

After 5 years of marriage I was getting bored. Don’t get me wrong, my wife
was great in the sack, always ready to go, and keen to experiment, but I
needed something she couldn’t give me: cock. After thinking about it long
and hard (no pun intended), I decided that not just any cock would do. I
decided it would have to be shemale cock. I have fantasised about shemales
since I started jerking off at 12 or 13, and I decided that, the first
chance I got, I would turn fantasy into reality.

I began buying a local weekly newspaper that was filled with adult
classifieds, and after a few weeks, I had seen several ads that appealed to
me: “Sexy European Shemale”, “Exotic Indian Transsexual”, “Playful Asian
Trans”, etc. I called a few of the numbers to get details on prices,
services, etc. Now all I had to do was wait for the right opportunity.

A few months later, my wife had to go overseas for a couple of weeks for a
family thing, and I put my plan into action. I called Jessica (the “girl” I
had chosen) and arranged a time for us to meet that evening at my place. I
set up the lounge with a blanket and some cushions on the floor. I applied
a hair removal cream to my pubic hair, the hair on my ass and between my
cheeks. After waiting the required time I jumped into the shower and
watched my short and curlies disappear down the drain. I paid special
attention to cleaning my cock, balls and ass. I finished my shower, dressed
in a bathrobe, lit some incense, then sat down to watch some porn for the
hour or so I had left to wait.

Finally, there was a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and
was confronted by a vision of beauty. I quickly opened the door and invited
my guest in. We introduced ourselves, and she took her coat off. She had a
fantastic body. She was about 5′11″ in her heels with a 34-24-34
figure. She gave me a slow twirl and asked me if I liked what I saw. I
replied in the affirmative. She was wearing a figure-hugging red dress that
was cut low enough to show a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage. The dress
finished just below her tight, perfectly-formed ass. Her legs were encased
in sheer black stockings with a seam down the back. My cock, which was
semi-hard from the porn I had been watching, rose to it’s full 8 inches of
glory and poked out through the front of my bathrobe.

“I see that I meet with your approval,” Jessica laughed as she finished her
twirl, “now, let’s get the business out of the way so we can both have some
fun.”

I handed her a wad of notes which she stuffed into her purse without
counting, then she dropped to her knees and took the head of my cock into
her mouth. My cock twitched as she worked her tongue over the underside of
the head. As suddenly as she had begun she stopped and rose to her
feet. She pushed the bathrobe off my shoulders and I let it fall to the
floor. Then she walked around me, trailing a finger across my ass and up
over my shoulder. She circled one of my nipples with her finger, then bent
down and tongued the other nipple. It felt like and electric shock has
passed through me. Then she licked up my neck and gently probed her tongue
into my ear.

“Get down on your knees,” she whispered, and, in an almost trancelike
state, I complied. She stepped back and slowly pulled her dress up over her
head, leaving her in only her stockings and black lace panties. She dropped
the dress to the floor and gave another slow twirl. I gazed up at her as
she ran her hands over her perfect body, cupping her tits and tweaking her
erect pink nipples.

“Now take my panties off for me.”

I reached out and took hold of the sides of her panties and slowly pulled
them down over her hips, down her thighs. I let her panties drop to the
floor and sat back. From between her legs rose a beautiful semi-hard
cock. I watched as it slowly rose up from her hairless loins. Slowly, her
purple cockhead forced it’s way out of her foreskin. Her cock grew to a
fairly thick 8 or 9 inches and a drop of precum appeared from the slit. She
flexed it up and down, which broke the spell I had seemingly been under.

“You like what you see?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Then kiss it for me. Take it in your mouth.”

I stretched my tongue out and licked up the drop of precum. I savoured the
slightly salty taste before circling her cockhead with my tongue, then I
opened my mouth and took the head in. I continued to work my tongue on the
underside as I slowly lowered my mouth down her cock. I eased off slightly,
then pushed more of her cock into my mouth, until I got about 6 inches
in. I couldn’t take any more so I concentrated on working what I could take
while I wrapped my hand around the base and jerked her into my mouth. I
alternated between licking and sucking the head, and pumping in and
out. After a few minutes she began to moan, and she withdrew her cock from
my mouth.

“If you’re not careful, I’m going to to cum in your mouth.”

My reply was to take her cock back into my mouth and work at it with
renewed vigour, pumping more of her cock into my mouth with each downstroke
until I had her whole cock in. Her cockhead was lodged in my throat and I
worked my swallowing muscles on it, before withdrawing about halfway and
plunging back down again. By now, her breath was coming in quick gasps and
her cock was rapidly twitching. She was ready to blow any second, so I kept
the head of her cock deep in my throat, working it, while my tongue licked
the underside of her shaft.

“Ooh… ooh… ooh god… oh yeah… oh, oh, oh, here I cum, baby, here I
cum” Jessica warned me as her cock twitched out of control. I took the
first shot down my throat before pulling back to take the rest in my
mouth. She shot off 6 or 7 good shots of cum into my mouth, and I had to
swallow rapidly to keep up. When she finished shooting I kept her cockhead
in my mouth and sucked out any remaining cum, which I eagerly swallowed. I
kept licking and sucking on her cockhead as she recovered from her
orgasm. After a while she removed her semi-hard cock from my mouth and bent
down to lick up a drop of her semen that had escaped from the corner of my
mouth and was running down my chin, then she ran her tongue over my lips
and kissed me, her tongue searching for a taste of her cum.

“Your turn now, baby,” she said and she gently pushed me onto my back on
the blanket. She knelt down between my legs and sucked my nipples before
moving down to my cock, which was now leaking copious amounts of
precum. She moved down past my cock to my balls, taking first one, then the
other into her mouth, before releasing them and licking her way up the
underside of my shaft. She licked up the precum that was oozing out of my
slit, then surprised me by taking my entire cock into her mouth in one
go. I gasped and my cock twitched, almost shooting, but I just regained
control as she withdrew. She returned to my balls, licking and sucking them
and tickling just behind them with one hand while slowly pumping my cock
with her other hand. She kept me on the edge for about 20 minutes by
licking up and down my cock and balls, and, every so often, briefly sliding
my cock into her mouth. Whenever she sensed that I was getting too close
she would back off and return to my balls.

Then she surprised me again by lifting my legs up and sliding her tongue
down below my balls to my asshole. No-one had ever licked my asshole
before, so I just relaxed and let it happen. Jessica licked around the
outside of my asshole for a few moments, then gently stabbed her tongue at
my hole. After a couple of minutes of this, my asshole relaxed and her
tongue slid in. The feeling was amazing as she tongue-fucked my
asshole. Her tongue felt so long as it penetrated me, licking as far inside
my asshole as she could reach, lubing my ass with her saliva. After maybe
15 minutes of her tongue in my ass, she moved back up to the head of my
cock, and once again took me all the way into her mouth, as her fingers
caressed the opening to my spit-slicked asshole. She swung her body around
into a 69 and pushed her rock hard cock into my mouth again. She tongued
her way back to my asshole and resumed her tongue-fucking. She fucked my
mouth for a couple of minutes, until her cock was coated with my spit, then
she withdrew her cock. She swung around again until she was kneeling
between my legs once more. She took my cock back into her mouth and worked
it hard and fast until I was right on the edge, then she knelt up and
lifted my legs up, pushing my knees up to my chest and fully exposing my
asshole.

“Have you ever cum from getting your ass fucked?” she asked.

“I’ve never had my ass fucked,” I replied.

“So I’m venturing into virgin territory then?” She mused, before reassuring
me, “Don’t worry, you’re gonna love this.”

Jessica placed her cockhead at my opening and gently pushed. She slowly
increased the pressure on my asshole until she felt it relax slightly, then
she eased off the pressure. She worked her cockhead on my asshole for a few
minutes until she felt I was relaxed enough to take her, then she pushed
forward and I felt my asshole stretch open as the head of her cock slipped
inside. I gasped and she paused as my asshole spasmed around her cockhead,
tightening and relaxing around her fat cock. Then she withdrew and quickly
pushed just the head back into my ass, repeating this until my asshole
stayed open when she pulled out.

She bent down to spit into my open asshole and placed her cockhead once
again at my opening. She pushed her cockhead into my hole and gently rocked
back and forth, pushing slightly further in with each push until about half
of her cock was in my ass. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt as she
began fucking in and out of my ass with half of her cock. By now my own
cock was twitching and dripping precum onto my stomach. Jessica wiped up a
drop of precum from the head of my cock and sucked her finger as she
continued slowly fucking my asshole with just half her cock. I could feel
the head of her cock as it moved in and out of my ass, stretching me open
as she forced her way in, my internal ass muscles tightening around her
cock as she withdrew, not wanting to let go.

After a few minutes of this she stopped to ask me if I was ready to take
everything she had. I nodded and she resumed her assault on my ass. She
slowly fucked half her cock in and out of my ass a few more times, then,
when she felt I was ready, she slid her entire length into my ass in one
smooth motion. I almost lost it when she did that. I saw starbursts in
front of my eyes and my asshole spasmed around the base of her fat
shaft. She stayed still until I regained control and took a deep breath,
then she slowly began fucking my ass with her full 9 inches. As she
increased the pace of her assfucking, I felt a pressure building in my
balls, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, I was
going to blow from the amazing assfucking I was receiving. Jessica was now
pummelling my ass at high speed, her cock pistoning in and out of the
deepest recesses of my asshole, her breathing coming quickly from the
exertion. She sped up even more, building towards a huge orgasm, not far
behind me.

Without warning, Jessica lifted my legs up higher, changing the angle of
her cock going into my ass. I felt the pressure build even further as her
cock rubbed back and forth against my prostate. I couldn’t take it any
more, and huge jets of cum burst from my cock. The first jet shot over my
shoulder, and was followed by several more, each weaker than the last,
covering my chest and stomach. My asshole spasming around her cock set
Jessica off and she pumped a load deep into my ass. I could feel her jets
splashing my insides as she thrust as deep into my ass as she could, her
semen would take hours to come out. When she had finished shooting into my
ass, Jessica collapsed on top of me, her now semi-hard cock still deep
inside me, twitching as my ass continued to throb around the base of her
shaft, milking the last remnants of her load out of her.

Several minutes later, Jessica pushed herself up into a kneeling position
and began to pull her spent cock out of my ass, my sphincter gripping
around her cockhead, not wanting to let it go. Her cock came out of my ass
with a slight pop, and she bent down to lick up her semen which dripped out
after her cock, then she thrust her tongue inside my ass to get as much of
her load as she could. My cock began twitching back into life as she did
this and she moved up to suck it back to full strength. Between sucks, she
licked up my semen off my stomach, and when my cock was rock hard again she
licked up the last of my semen off my chest, then kissed me, releasing my
cum into my mouth.

Jessica continued up my body until she was straddling my face, but instead
of giving me her cock to suck as I thought she was going to do, she moved
further forward, lifted up her hairless balls, and offered me her
asshole. Remembering the pleasure I had received from her, I eagerly thrust
my tongue into her ass, forcing it inside, coating her asshole with my
spit. Jessica leaned back and slowly jerked on my cock with one hand as I
tongue-fucked her ass, going as deep as I could, in and out with my tongue
like she had done to me. With her other hand, she pulled her own cock back
to erection, and was soon gasping and moaning with pleasure.

I was poking and thrusting my tongue deeply into her asshole, when she
pulled up and moved back down until she was straddling my hips. She lowered
her ass until my cock nestled in her spit-lubed asshole, and slowly worked
her ass until it began to open up for my cock. In one movement, she forced
her ass all the way down over my cock, until I was all the way inside her,
her sphincter throbbing around the base of my shaft. The heat and tightness
was unbelievable, and I strained to push as far into her ass as
possible. Jessica’s eyes were closed and she was gasping, lost in the
pleasure of having her ass penetrated. She opened her eyes and slowly
lifted her ass up the length of my cock so that just the head remained
inside her, before plunging down to completely envelop my cock again.

She rocked on my cock, forcing it in and out of her tight ass, her own cock
leaking precum onto my stomach, bobbing up and down in time with her motion
on my cock. Her eyes were closed as she once again lost herself in the
pleasure of having her ass fucked. I reached up, and played with her tits,
pinching her nipples, enhancing her pleasure as she rode my cock. One of
her hands was on my chest, helping her keep her balance while her other
hand jerked on her cock, and fondled her balls. The pressure was building
in my balls again and I began lunging up in time with her own downward
thrusts.

She began really slamming her ass down onto my cock as her orgasm
approached, her asshole spasming around my shaft, drawing me inevitably
towards my own climax. Her hand was working her cock frantically as she
pumped her ass on my cock. Suddenly, Jessica stopped, my cock deep in her
ass, and her cock began to shoot. I opened my mouth and caught the first
jet with my tongue. The throbbing of her asshole pushed me over the edge,
and my own load blasted deep into her hole, plastering her rectum with my
semen.

Once again, Jessica collapsed onto my chest, this time with my cock locked
in her ass. Her cock twitched in between us, dripping the last of her load
onto my stomach as it softened. She slowly rose up and my cock slipped out
of her ass. She lay next to me on the blanket and played with my still
semi-hard cock. After she coaxed my cock back to life once more, she
climbed on top of me in a 69, her cock dangling over my face. I took her
cock into my mouth and sucked her as she did the same to me. I felt her
cock stiffening in my mouth as I worked on it while she sucked my cock into
her mouth again.

When my cock was rock hard again, Jessica climbed off me, got down on her
hands and knees, and pleaded with me to fuck her ass again. I gladly
complied, sliding my cock all the way into her ass in one stroke and,
without pausing, I began to mercilessly hammer my cock in and out of her
already well-fucked asshole. I pounded my cock relentlessly into her ass
for a few minutes, then I slowed began working just the head of my cock, in
and out of her sphincter, her ass staying open as I withdrew, and fitting
snugly around my cockhead as I re-entered. Jessica pulled off my cock, and
rolled over onto her back. She lifted her legs, offering me her asshole
again, and I eased my cock back in. Her ass muscles massaged the length of
my cock, gripping around my knob, pulling me towards another powerful
orgasm.

“I want your cum in my mouth,” Jessica said, and I increased the speed of
my thrusts as I neared the point of no return. She rhythmically tightened
her asshole around my cock and I felt myself about to lose control so I
quickly pulled out. Jessica sat up and locked her lips around my knob and
literally sucked the cum out of my balls. I howled in exquisite pleasure as
I fired load after load into Jessica’s thirsty mouth. I finally stopped
shooting, and Jessica milked the last of my semen out of my spent cock,
licking the head clean.

As I sat there, exhausted, contemplating the events that had just taken
place, Jessica raised herself up on her elbows and laughed as she saw my
cock weakly twitching in a vain effort to get one more piece of action. I
suggested we have a shower together to clean up, and Jessica readily
agreed. As we soaped each other up, I realised that I badly needed to take
a piss. Jessica dropped to her knees and took hold of my cock, aiming it
directly at her open mouth. My hot piss began streaming out of my cock and
into Jessica’s mouth, which rapidly overflowed. She directed my stream down
over her tits, and my piss cascaded off her nipples and down over her
stomach. As my stream slowed, she took my cockhead into her mouth and
tongued my slit while swallowing my salty piss. She withdrew my cockhead
from her mouth with a wet pop, looked up at me, and smiled.

“God, that turned me on so much,” she said as she rose to her feet. “Turn
around, I have to fuck your ass again.” I quickly turned and spread my
legs. I leant over and braced myself against the shower wall while Jessica
moved in close behind me. I felt her cockhead nudging against my asshole
and my sphincter stretching open around her cockhead once more as she
prepared to fuck me again. Jessica slowly pushed her cock all the way into
my ass with one smooth thrust. When it hit rock bottom, I gasped and
Jessica held still as my ass became reaccustomed to the thickness of her
cock. I could feel her cock pulsing deep inside my rectum, throbbing
against my prostate gland, almost causing my to fire off another
load. Jessica then began a slow in and out motion, gently fucking my ass
with her fat cock.

She must have slowly fucked me for half an hour, making the pleasure of
this assfucking last as long as possible. My cock was again twitching and
leaking precum, and I could hardly bear the excruciating pleasure, I could
feel every vein and ridge on Jessica’s cock as it slowly slid in and out of
my hypersensitive ass. She sensed I was getting close to coming again, and
she varied the speed and depth of her thrusts. She began to really slamfuck
my ass, her balls slapping against mine as her cock slid home, my ass
gripping around her cockhead as she pulled almost all the way out. The head
of her cock rapidly sliding back and forth over my prostate had me right on
the edge and I knew I would blow any second. Jessica reached down and
gently squeezed my balls, and that was all it took, my cock spasmed over
and over as my load shot out and splashed against the shower wall. My
asshole throbbing around Jessica’s cock caused her to pop deep inside my
rectum, her warm cum blasting against my insides and filling me up.

Jessica fell forward, her tits pressed against my back and her cock still
lodged in my ass. We stayed like that until the water ran cold, then
Jessica pulled her cock slowly out of my ass and we quickly finished our
shower. As we dried each other off, Jessica asked if she could stay the
night as it was getting pretty late, and hinted that there was more fun to
be had.

Jessica ended up staying for 3 more days of almost non-stop action, and
after she had left, I found the money I had her paid for her services
stuffed behind a sofa cushion. I still see her about once a month, whenever
I can sneak away from my wife. Each time I see her I buy her a new dress,
or some lingerie, or some other gift because she refuses to take my
money. After each of our encounters I leave well satisfied, but looking
forward to our next meeting as I just can’t get enough of her fat cock in
my ass or her cum in my mouth.