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[Author’s note: This is the longest thing I’ve posted to Literotica yet, 60,000 words that I’ll be dividing into 7 or 8 chapters. It’s also got the lowest proportion of sex scenes in any of my serials. I very nearly put it in the “Romance” category, because it’s as much or more a love story as a work of erotica. But I figured fewer of the readers in that category would be interested because of the transgender element. So if you’re looking for something like “Contrast” or “Gloria’s Daughter” where the majority of scenes are packed with fucking, this one may not be the story for you, or you may want to skip directly to the last chapter where there’s a little more naughtiness as a payoff. As usual, I’d like to thank DonnaBeck for her advice and encouragement as my beta reader, and I’d like to thank everyone else for being readers in general. I hope you enjoy this one … I’m pretty happy with it.]

* * *

I certainly didn’t go into the reading of Mrs. Pinobscott’s will thinking I might score with a trouser-burstingly hot blonde in a microdress and black calf-length stiletto boots. I mean, maybe I had some fantasies about Mrs. P’s lawyer being a vision in heels and a too-tight suit skirt. And maybe I daydreamed the old lady would leave me a mint so I could cash in on some gold-digger action and improve my sex life.

But realistically what I expected to get was her cat. So when I walked into the law offices of Donovan, Donovan and Furnier, the only pussy on my mind had claws and hairballs.

The receptionist who greeted me in the front office had a nice smile, too many freckles, and a wedding ring. Her outfit would best be called “frumpy.” And when she led me down the hall, there were no sizzling young interns or professionally dressed paralegals with lipstick just a few shades too brightly red. It was a perfectly dull place full of perfectly dull people doing the kinds of things that would never appear in a prime-time legal drama, or even a law-firm sitcom.

We zig-zagged past some bland grey cubicles and filing cabinets, and then the receptionist opened a conference room door for me, and I walked in, and –

Clonk. Scrrraape.

That was the sound of my jaw hitting the floor and dragging along as my legs kept moving me forward into the room.

Two people sat at the conference table, which had room for maybe six. At the far end of the table, a balding middle-aged guy in a bowtie straightened and re-straightened a stack of papers in front of him, obviously the lawyer. But I barely saw him because in a seat much closer to me sat …

Okay, so every guy has a dream-girl, right? Well, I hope it doesn’t say too much about me that my dream-girl has always been kind of boringly stereotypical: blond-haired, blue-eyed, long-legged, scarlet-lipped, and blessed with copious breasts and dark, fluttery eyelashes.

This girl’s looks picked that dream-girl up, slapped her a couple of times, and threw her out a window.

For starters, a dream-girl can’t look right at you, shoot you through with a realization that you’ve just seen a shade of blue you didn’t even realize existed, like a sky made of sapphire, but alive and focused and sweeping over you, measuring you up. And no matter how good a daydreamer you are, a dream-girl’s smile is always going to be big and beaming, made of one part happiness and one part sexiness mixed together and leaving nothing to guess about. But the woman looking at me now had a lush-lipped, barely curved hint of a smile, faint and a bit wry, subtle, secretive, maybe not even a smile at all but just the way her head was tilted and the way the light hit those red, red, red lips. Glossy red. A red that begged for her tongue to peek out just enough to wet them, though it didn’t.

“Mister Donovan,” said the receptionist, “this is Nick Chalmers.”

“Oh good!” said the bow-tied lawyer, looking up from his papers. Something relieved in the man’s voice made me pretty sure he’d been awkwardly arranging and rearranging those documents for several minutes in a deliberate attempt to avoid staring across the table at …

Now, dream-girl breasts can get pretty good. I’ve got a lot of practice at imagining them, and it’s one of the areas I like to concentrate on when I’m thinking about a dream-girl. But I’d never gotten my brain to kick out an image like this. Inside her skin-tight white micro-dress – the kind with those little sleeves that barely peek out over the shoulders – she had two perfectly formed, swelling, curving, pert, perky, proud, please-let-me-put-my-hands-on-those breasts. They filled out the silky alabaster fabric of her dress just shy of bursting, and cozied together within its low, low neckline to all but suck the eyes from my head with a fertile valley of cleavage like I’d never seen before.

The lawyer was saying something, I couldn’t really hear what, and then I realized I wasn’t hearing him, and I blinked and tore my eyes from that incredible bosom to find milf porno her looking dryly at me with one fine blonde eyebrow very slightly raised.

“I’m sorry,” I said, blinking some more and pretty sure my face had just turned as red as her lipstick. I looked over at the lawyer, desperate not to see what kind of scathing look she was about to give me for staring at her tits. Mister Donovan’s lawyerly face held a surprisingly sympathetic expression. I repeated myself because nothing else came to my brain, “I’m sorry, what?”

Donovan’s mouth opened, but the woman stood from her chair and offered me a graceful, long-fingered hand with perfectly trimmed nails the same color as her lips.

“Lindsey Moss,” she said. The blue of her eyes held me until I realized her face had taken on an amused look, and I took a half-step forward and shook her hand. She had a firm, quick handshake – but then her fingers lingered as she released, drawing briefly along my palms and my own fingers before breaking contact.

I felt myself sweating.

“Nick Chalmers,” I said, straightening the collar of my polo shirt with one hand.

Lindsey glanced toward the doorway, where the receptionist still stood. “Yes, that’s what she said.”

It took a profound act of will not to look at her breasts again while her gaze turned away. I managed it by swiveling to face the lawyer, then walking over to shake his hand.

“Yes, Martin Donovan,” he said with a weak smile. “Now if we’ll all sit down, I believe we can get through this relatively quickly and painlessly. That will be all for now, Mrs. Anders.”

The receptionist nodded and left, closing the door behind her, and for the first time, Lindsey’s incredible poise faltered, just for a moment, as she straightened in her chair and looked from the shut door to me to the balding Martin Donovan.

“This is it?” she asked. “What about the rest of the family? It’s just me and this guy?”

Donovan cleared his throat as if to gain time, then uncomfortably nodded me toward a chair, since I still hadn’t sat down. I took one closer to his end of the table than Lindsey’s, not wanting to look like I was invading her space and also because I could then pay attention to Donovan without her in my field of view where I might embarrass myself staring again. It did surprise me that we were the only two heirs, since Mrs. Pinobscott had talked endlessly about her various family members whenever I went over to clean the catbox for her or run Mister Whiskerdoodle to the vet. And she hadn’t ever mentioned a ‘Lindsey.’

“Well,” he said, “as it happens, my client specifically requested two separate readings, one for the majority of her family and friends, and the other for Mr. Chalmers and you, ah … Miss Moss.”

Lindsey snorted and rolled her eyes. “The black sheep reading, huh? You my aunt’s sugar boy, Nick?”

“What? No!” It came out a bit of a squawk, but I couldn’t help it. From the pictures around Mrs. P’s house, she’d actually been pretty hot up into her sixties. But she was eighty-five when I met her and almost ninety when she died.

Lindsey laughed, making it clear she’d been joking. Because it was such a low, sexy laugh, sultry and golden like her hair, the sound made my throat dry in a way that kept me from feeling insulted.

“What’s the story, then, Mr. Donovan?” she asked, looking back at the attorney.

Shuffling through his papers, he found two manila envelopes, checked their labels, and passed one to each of us. “By the terms of the will, I am instructed to give each of you these personal letters written by Mrs. Pinobscott. After you read them, I’m to reveal what disposition of property you’re each to receive.”

I noticed Lindsey seemed a little hesitant to take hers, and that she opened it more slowly than I did mine. But I was curious what Mrs. Pinobscott would want to say to me, so for a few moments, I quit paying attention to my fellow heir and focused on my own letter. It said:

Dear Nick, my favorite and sweetest neighbor. I hope you don’t mind wrinkly old Mrs. Pinobscott putting her nose in your personal business, but you know I have always been so confused that a nice young man like yourself should stay single. And not even have a girlfriend since that Carmella left! So I have decided to play matchmaker for you.

What the fuck!

I’m pretty sure my eyes went as big as Lindsey’s tits when I read that. They definitely shot up from the paper to Holy shit, Mrs. P couldn’t possibly …

No, the idea was ridiculous. Mrs. Pinobscott’s vision was always bad, but not bad enough to think a merely kinda good-looking guy like me would have a chance with a raging-inferno-hot goddess like her niece. I mean, just look at her! And then look at me! Hair color: mud. Eye color: mud. Hair texture: unmanageable, nothing to do but keep it short. Okay shoulders, totally average height. Supposedly, I have a good smile. A little mobil porno too much forehead – not enough to make me look like Edgar Allen Poe or Frankenstein’s monster, but put it together with my no-recent-time-in-the-sun skin, and I came out pretty geeky. And in contrast, this woman came out –

That’s when I realized Lindsey had the fingers of one hand up over her mouth and was staring at her letter with a swell of tears in her eyes. I quickly looked away and felt like crap. Mrs. P was dead. Yeah, I’d liked her and she could be funny and I was sad about it, but I’d been expecting her to kick off anytime for the last three out of the four years I’d known her. And Mister Whiskerdoodle was kind of a pain in the ass to help take care of – I hate catboxes. And the old lady almost always wanted to talk about twenty minutes longer than my capacity for neighborhood gossip.

So I wasn’t really broken up about her being dead. Instead, here I was in the same room with a woman who’d lost somebody she obviously really loved, and instead of being respectful, my head had decided to run away into stupid daydreams of Mrs. P trying to set me up with a smoking blond sexpot ten thousand percent out of my league.

Just read your letter, dipshit.

But when I did, my eyes widened back up again … because I was right.

I really can’t tell you all that much about Lindsey, we haven’t been close for many years. But of all my nephews and nieces, when they were children, Lindsey had the best heart. Headstrong, yes, and one of those people who march to their own drummer. In fact, after college – oh gosh, listen to me, I’m going to go on so long I’ll die before I even finish this letter. Anyway. The family hasn’t been as good to Lindsey as we should have been, me included. So I want to do something for her and I want to do something for you and maybe it will turn out just perfect the way none of my plans ever do!

You’ll understand when Mr. Donovan reads the section of my will that’s for you two. It’s no guarantee, but I think it will give you a chance at showing her what a nice young man you are, and even though she certainly doesn’t look it, I think you’ll find that there’s a very nice, shy person inside of her too. But for heaven’s sake, don’t let on to her that I’ve told you all this! If there’s one thing Lindsey has always hated, it’s people trying to make her be something according to their own ideas. Just act like as far as you know, the whole inheritance thing is a crazy old lady’s demented whim!

Thank you, Nick, for spending so much time with me when you probably had all kinds of better things to do. I’m sure you thought you were just being charitable, and I know I talked your ear off way too often. But you really made a difference for me these last few years. You’re a good person.

Now it was my turn to get teary-eyed and sniffly. I blinked a lot and focused on fitting my letter back into its oversized envelope. By the time I got that done and closed the brad on the envelope’s flap, though, I’d glanced up at Lindsey a couple of times, and my amazement had crept back in.

Damn, Mrs. P, what in the world do you think you have up your sleeve?

Lindsey was doing that thing women do sometimes when they’re about to cry and don’t want to, where they look at the ceiling and open their mouths like they’re yawning or something and blink really fast and rub at one cheek right by the eye with one thumb. She pulled it off pretty well. I didn’t see any actual tears get all the way out onto her cheeks. Also, it was hot as fuck. When she finished, she glanced at me like she was annoyed I’d been looking, so I turned away in a hurry.

At the end of the table, Mr. Donovan appeared ready to do business, holding a couple of papers in front of him between both hands. Seeing us both looking his way, he adjusted his glasses and turned his eyes down to the legal documents.

“I hope the letters were satisfactory,” he said, “because the pertinent section of the will is quite brief. It reads as follows. ‘Pertaining to the cat, Mister Whiskerdoodle, possession and ownership shall fall to Nicholas Scott Chalmers.'”

Great. No surprise there. Is Lindsey for some reason desperately attached to Mister Whiskerdoodle and now she’s supposed to ask me for visitation rights?

“‘Pertaining to the property at 17299 Widdershins Court, the accumulated equity shall be divided equally between inheritors Nicholas Scott Chalmers and Lindsey Wyndham Moss. Should the inheritors so choose, Donovan, Donovan, and Furnier, P.L.L.C., shall upon notice immediately execute the sale and disposition of the property and remit to each inheritor one half of all proceeds, net any mortgage balance remaining unsatisfied. Alternatively, from the deceased’s previously declared allocation of cash assets for charitable donation, a trust fund for remodeling expenses may be established in the amount of twenty thousand dollars, to olgun porno be managed by Donovan, Donovan, and Furnier, P.L.L.C., at the equal direction of both inheritors, and full control of the property shall transfer equally to the inheritors upon exhaustion of the fund.”

Oh. So that’s better. I just about halfway thought I understood what all the legalese meant, but I knew it sounded like an improvement over just walking out with an old, puke-prone cat. Luckily, my fellow “inheritor” jumped in right away to clear things up.

“So she’s giving us her run-down pit of a house,” Lindsey said, “and we can cut and run for whatever equity she’s got in it, or we can fix the place up and she’ll give us twenty grand to do it.”

Donovan nodded, set those papers down, and shuffled in his stack for some others. “That’s exactly right. Now, presuming you’ll want to be informed in your opinion, here are the current statements of account on the mortgage lien against the home and the latest property valuation from the county tax assessor.”

He slid a set of copies over in front of each of us. I tried to puzzle through mine to find the right numbers and figure out exactly what kind of money I was looking at, but once again, Lindsey was way quicker with the statements and the math than I was.

“Whee. If we can get what the county says it’s worth, minus the amount she still owes, I make it out to be about ten grand each.”

Damn, Lindsey’s obviously doing pretty well for herself if ten grand is only worth a ‘whee’ from her. As I watched her, she leaned back in her chair, hands behind her head, looking up at the ceiling, her gorgeous face wavering between annoyance and distaste. The position showed off the smooth ivory hollows of her armpits fantastically, and lifted and accentuated her boobs even more than the dress already did. Fuck, dude, of course she’s doing well for herself. Look at her – the hairdo, the dress, those boots, the little designer handbag. And she’s obviously smart as hell. Is there some reason you’d expect her to be just scraping by the way you are?

Her blue eyes came back down from the ceiling to land on me like a load of bricks intended for a mural of the entire ocean.

“Okay, sugar-boy Nick,” she said, “you ever do any remodeling?”

“Uh …” Did I want to tell her about replacing my own toilet when the bowl cracked and I couldn’t afford a plumber? I decided to be vague. “A little, sure.”

Her mouth twisted to one side, and I could almost see her make the decision to take me at my word instead of laying into me with a sarcastic question about what exactly “a little” meant. The mind behind those sharp blue eyes was moving fast now and apparently didn’t want to get slowed down.

“Because if we have contractors do everything,” she went on, “twenty grand won’t get us shit. But I do interior design, and I know where to get the materials, and if you can put in your share of the labor, I think we can get twice as much out of the sale as throwing it straight on the market would do.”

“You mean, twice the ten grand you said we’d split?”

Her eyes rolled. Gorgeously. “No. Twice what the county has it appraised at.”

“Holy shit,” I said. “That would be …”

“Yeah, a lot. Don’t get your hopes up too high, but we might be looking at forty or fifty each, net.”

At the end of the table, Donovan tapped his stack of papers against the surface to square them.

“I take it you’ll be wanting us to set the trust up, then?”

Lindsey gave me a look that said if I wanted to chicken out, I’d better do it right that very second.

Ten grand, guaranteed, and I look like a putz to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had a conversation with, and totally bomb out on any chance with her. Or a couple months of hard work and getting to see her and talk with her about it all the time, and then I totally bomb out with her.

It wasn’t a very hard choice. “Sure.”

She nodded at me and looked Donovan’s way as she folded up her letter and put it in her handbag.

“I think it’s what my aunt would have wanted,” she told the lawyer, although not with tremendous enthusiasm. “Let’s do it.”

* * *

Lindsey and I walked out of the office together into the hot Dallas sun of late summer. I didn’t try to make it happen that way; it just did. The trip down in the elevator was silent and uncomfortable. Lindsey was tall, probably almost my height even bare-footed. The walk across the lobby filled my ears with the click of her boot-heels, taunting me with the desire to glance down at the sleek black leather of those boots and the soft smooth pale calf-to-thigh stretch of legs that ran from the boots to her skirt hem. But I managed to keep my eyes to myself, even when I stepped ahead and held the door for her. She went through to the parking lot unselfconsciously, fishing for her keys in the handbag as if daring me to look at her perfect ass. Just before I broke down, she found them and turned.

“You’re her neighbor, right?” she asked, pulling out a pair of sunglasses too and slipping them on over those fantastic blue eyes. “I haven’t seen the place in a couple years. How about I meet you there and we give it a walk-through.”

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Alexandra’s First Confession

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Creampie

I run to the church, practically crying from shame eager to get all the naughty things I’ve been doing off my chest. I look at the door of the confessional, wipe a tear out of my eye and pull up my knee socks, which have fallen from running so fast. As I’m leaning over pulling up my socks I swear I can smell my own sex; I had gotten all moist again running to the church, replaying the week’s events in my mind. I felt so dirty but also free and satisfied, I was so confused. I tucked my white shirt into my little plaid pleated skirt, noticing my nipples had gotten hard outside from the cold. They felt good as they rubbed against my bra and I loved seeing them poke through the thin material, stretching the buttons on my shirt. Shit, I’m doing it again! I’ve got to tell someone about not being able to get sex off my mind. It’s so…frustrating but it excites me so much. I swing the door open and plop down on the bench. The little window slides open and I lean back, suddenly flushed and embarrassed. I waited too long to speak, then I heard, “Hello? Is something on your mind my child?”

I stammer, “Uh, yes, Father, I have sinned…and sinned and sinned and sinned.”

“Now, my child, I’m sure it’s not that bad, what is it you have done?”

“I’m afraid to say, Father.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, just start at the beginning.”

The beginning! Where was that, anyway? So much had happened this past week and I was beginning to feel like a sexual freak. “Well, it started when I was walking home from school Monday afternoon. I saw this boy I know and he told me he had something to show me. I know I shouldn’t have Father, but I was curious so I followed him. He took me into the woods and showed me a magazine.”

“What genç porno kind of magazine, my child?”

“It had naked pictures,” I said.

“Naked pictures? Of men or women?”

“Both,” I replied, not sure quite why it mattered to him. “There were men naked with women and women naked with other women. But that’s just how it started. I’m so—so ashamed.”

“Why are you so ashamed?”

“Um…because I got a warm feeling between my legs and I know it felt wrong but I didn’t want it to stop.” I was biting my lip, trembling now.

“Go on my child…tell me the whole story; every detail.”

“Well, I stared at the pictures, then when I looked up, the boy had pulled down his pants and was showing me his coc…um…penis. It was so big and hard, just like in the magazine. I couldn’t help myself, honest, I reached down and touched it. He told me to stroke it and I, I..” Tears were welling up in my eyes, but mostly because I was again feeling so wet again recounting what had happened. I hear the Father shifting next to me and coughing a lot, he must think I’m a total pervert.

“Tell me my child, did you stroke it?”

“Well, yeah…and he really liked it and the more he liked it the more I wanted to do it. I also wanted him to touch me.”
“Where did you want him to touch you, my child?”

“I wanted him to, to..to touch me ‘down there.'”

“Down where?”

“Down in my…vagina.”

“And did he touch you in your vagina?”

“Oh, yes Father and it felt sooo good. He put his fingers inside me and they got all wet and he pushed in and out and he even touched this little button down there that’s real sensitive and…oh no, I’m so sorry!” I was full hd porno so embarrassed and turned on and I hoped the Father didn’t know that I was rubbing my thighs together.

“Don’t be sorry, my child, I’m enjoying your story, please, go on.”

“Well…if you’re sure.”

“I’m certainly sure.” After he said that, I swear I heard him unzip his pants!! Well, that really got my wheels turning, I mean it reminded me of the boy and his big hard cock and how I was touching it and he was touching my pussy and…oh, hell, I couldn’t stand it, as I continued my story I began absently rubbing my tits over my shirt.

“Well, he was touching me all over my pussy and I was stroking his cock and I was so embarrassed but I was moaning out loud cause it felt so good. His eyes were closed and all of a sudden something happened…something I’ve never felt before.”

I heard the Father breathing heavily next to me and he said, “What-hap-pened-my-chi-ild?” I couldn’t stand it anymore, I put my hands up my skirt and moved my cotton panties to the side and put my fingers up there just like the boy had. I began frigging my little pussy, lost in my own pleasure, entirely forgetting where I was. I accidentally let a little moan escape, “Oohh.” I quickly stopped and heard only silence next to me; again, I was filled with shame and fear. Finally, the Father spoke, “My child, perhaps you could best explain this to me if you do it again.” Shit, busted. “How do you mean Father?” I asked in my best little girl voice. “My child,” he responded, “Can you make yourself feel what the boy made you feel? Could you do that, right here, right now?” Could I? “If I must, Father, for you I will.”

“Good gangbang porno my child, now I shall try, just for you, to be your friend.”

“How do you mean father?”
“Well, certainly he too got this feeling of which you speak? You weren’t a little tease now were you?”
“Oh, no Father, I took care of him, I sucked his cock right there in the woods.”

“Oh, God…I mean, Oh, good, my child, you know, boys don’t like little cock teases.”

I was so turned on hearing the Father talk to me like I was so naughty that I began to rub my little button and spread my pussy juices all around.

“Father?”

“Yes, my child?”

“I’m, um, doing it right..uh, n-ow..and it feels s-o go-od I just, uh, uh…ooh”
“Yes, my child, that’s perfect, rub that little pussy of yours…just like that, are you very wet?”
“Oh, yes Father, practically dripping…I think I want to feel that feeling again…anytime n-ow…it’s com-ming sooo so—on…uggh…”

“Not yet my child, I’m sti—lllll stroking my hard cock just like that nasty boy you told me about, now listen to me stroke…oouhh..yyesssss…uuh huh…so hard for you my child…oh yes oh yesss..”

“Father, I can’t hoo—oold it any—mmo—re, I have to …aaaaaahh…”
“Cccoome my child, come for me now, put your face to the window, let me hear you come…it’s alright.”

“Ooohh father…I’m cooommmmmmiiinngggggg…sssssaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh”

“Yes my child, stay there, I’m coommingggg tooooo…oooooooooohh”

My face was plastered to the window and all of a sudden I saw a huge spurt of come fly at my face in the window. The Father came so hard it projected all the way up!!

“Lick the window, my child, taste what I gave you…”

“Ooh Father, it tastes sooo good.”

I lapped at the window and stuck my fingers through for him to suck on. I looked up into his eyes coyly, “Father, I’m real tired now…I’ll come back for the rest of my confession later, okay?”

“Don’t make me wait too long, my child…

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All are Pawns of the Mistress Ch. 02

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Blowjob

Jazz pushed back from the wall impaling herself further on the long dark cock ramming her ass. Her body quivered. She was sweaty and trembling, never before had she dreamed of anything so massive entering her little ass. She felt herself being torn in two by the girth of the black meat monster. She moaned: “Oh yes fuck me with your black cock! FUCK ME!”

Rewarded with vigorously renewed piston action from behind, she grunted: “Harder!”

She felt his heavy black balls which were a deep purple now, slapping against her virgin pussy. Her lips swelled as his manhood whacked the hell out of her ‘man in the boat’. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) Her nails dug into the wall over the bed, the creaking of the floorboards, the pounding of the headboard, the springs coiled, the lovers gasped.

Black fingers squeezed white skin, her soft round firm ass pressed back, pulling away, pulled back, slapped. She felt the large dick suddenly pull out of her anus. The absence left a void where cool air filled into her hot cavity.

Jazz yelped and hot cum showered her backside, blasting out of the long black dick in three hot streams, catching her ass, back and face when she turned to see what had happened. She twisted around on her parents bed and took the stink snake into her mouth, sucking her own ass off of it. Licking the head first,, the balls the sides the belly, clawing her white fingers into the black man’s butt cheeks, pulling him into her face and forcing his long thick member down her throat. She moaned with it buried in her.

“OH SHIT GIRL YEAH!” the man took hold of her platinum blond hair and forced her face into him, burring her nose in his oily black pubes. “FUCK YES!”

The more cum that came, the more she moaned, massaging his dick with her tongue, sucking all he gave down into her belly. It was noisy, messy and the room reeked of sex. (SLURP! GULP! SLURP! SMACK! GULP!)

When she had drained him completely, the next two black men climbed into her parents bed, and on her. One stroking her head towards his manhood, the other already hard, shoved himself directly into her ass, by now there was little resistance and his 9″ dick slipped right up, deep inside. His balls rested on her sphincter.

She jerked the first dick while sucking on it, messaging his balls and licking the man’s taint. “You going to fuck me hard?” she cooed, her soft white fingers sliding up and down the length of his black glistening dick. Her large blue-green eyes, now gray and hungry for more.

“Hell yeah bitch!”

The men were not romantics, and didn’t bother with the preliminaries. Once she sucked the dick to a full 10″ erection. He joined the other fucking her ass. One man she straddled on the bed, with his long dick up into her, which she rough rode on top, grinding her ass deep down on to him and off again, her ass muscled squeezing him and when she came off a popping sound, the other man crouched behind her and at the opportune moment shoved his dick in her ass too. Carefully now she took both dicks in her small tight white ass.

Her body felt aflame. The two dick’s piston assault on her small cavity left her helpless, she grappled for the wall, the headboard her father’s pillows. Her screams of pleasure filled the room, accompanied by the men’s grunts, other men’s laughter, and further down the streaming line of black men, discussion about what they were going to do to her when it was their turn. Some men stroked themselves, other’s left the duty to her, the room was filled with them, naked black men of all shapes and sizes. They drank her father’s beer and stripped next to the bed, climbed on each in turn two to three at a time. She sucked them and fucked them with her ass, saving her virginity as best she could, she took two dicks in the mouth, two in the ass and jerked off still others. It was an endless line that left her and the bed drenched in sweat and soaked with cum, spit and a little piss.

The musky odor wafted down the hall, and filled the house, arousing other black men that had gathered in the kitchen and living room, now more cars pulled into the driveway. The BOOM! BOOM! of their stereos drowned out the laughter and cries of passion from the master bedroom. But it was still early, text messaging and photos sent by cell phone promised new arrivals by the hour and there was a long, long night ahead of her.

Jazz swallowed so much cum that her flight tight athletic belly formed a little pouch. Her ass was so loose that if only one man was fucking it, it whistled. Cum soaked her blond hair and crust formed on her back, shoulders, small tits and face and neck and arms and legs. She was showered in black men’s cum and spit.

Her hands tore at the headboard and she buried her sweaty face into her father’s pillow: “YEAH FUCK ME YEAH!”

Without mercy the two men took her ass, fucking her fiercely on her parents bed. JIZZ sprayed up into her, pouring out and down her thighs to puddle on the bed. The two climbed off slapping and squeezing full hd porno her ass for one more time, and three climbed on.

Jazz was caked in cum, it ran up into her pussy and gathered there, had her hymen been broken she would have surely been impregnated. Her hands slipped around the SPERMY mess rubbing her TWAT and carefully probing her own depths with each consecutive orgasm.

The other men came and went, each unlading their goo in her ass or on her back. After hours of countless fucking. The house was quite, sore, cum covered and humiliated. Jazz cleaned up the mess that the men had left. It was then that she realized just how many people had been their, how many men in the train, how many black guys she had fucked.

Embittered, ashamed, she wept as she cleaned up- if her parents or her friends discovered what a whore she was her life would be over.

Jazz was a very popular girl at school. Though she was 18, and still in high school it was not her fault- that was due to her parents ugly divorce and her step mother’s terrible reputation, her father had to move after he step mother had been found out as a whore. It was her step mother’s open sexuality that had driven Jazz to the comfort and solidarity found in her White Power friends, they were consistent. Hate and superiority- it was comfortable for her. She was very pretty and very smart and became a valuable asset to her friend’s groups for propaganda and such, and they had always kept her grounded, now what would they think of her? She betrayed EVERYTHING they stood for.

When her parents returned from the movies, they found the house in order, nothing amiss. She was very good at covering her tracks.

The next day in school, she avoided her friends, fearful that the shame would be apparent. She avoided the blacks too for fear that they would all suddenly know she was a Black Cock whore. Now she understood why her father had to move from town to town as her step mother’s history became known- such a slut, she hated her. “Am I like her now?” she didn’t want to think about it. The day passed slowly but at last she was home and in the comfort and safety of her room. She hoped and wished it would all just pass away and be forgotten. She could return to her life of bitterness and hate, and all would be right with the world.

Derek returned that night, to her window. He knocked on it twice and she let him in. “I was getting ready for bed…” she stammered backing away, sudden confirmation of what she had done the night before, a glaring shock on her face.

“You didn’t think you’d see me again did you?” he wiped his jaw and licked his lips, climbing in as she stepped away, giving him room. “Horny little white rich bitch thinks she can play in the dark, and not get bit.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” suddenly cold, she rubbed her arms and closed the window.

Derek locked the door and turned on her stereo, “Yeah, this beet is bumping girl.”

“What do you want…?”

“Derek…” he answered her questioning eyes, “That is my name, bet you cant name half the men who fucked your ass the other night.”

“Hush, keep it down.”

“You better turn it up.” he thumbed the radio and pulled a condom out of his pocket, “We going to make some noise.”

Jazz eased back on to her bed, her arms and legs wrapped around Derek, who climbed in on top of her. His naked body shining in the bedroom light. Too late she noticed the bedroom window was opened: “Oh my God! Everyone can see your ass cheeks Derek!” she gasped in horror.

“Yeah, and they’ll know what I am doing to your little white ass too!” he shut her up with his mouth which was much larger than hers, and forced his tongue inside. His large black lips engulfing her.She moaned and protested with her small white hands pushing on his large black hairy chest, but he ignored it and parted her thighs further by shoving his erect manhood into her warm virgin sex pot. “OH GOD IT BURNS!” she cried, biting his neck.

“DAMN!” he answered her cry with a thrust, and another, until she popped and his whole 9 inches slid up through the bloody hole, to his balls.

Jazz wept, squeezing Derek tight.

Derek pounded away on her bed. “I am going to hump you bitch until I cum all up inside of your pussy- got that?” his sweaty back could be seen from the lawn out front, as well as her white legs wrapped around it. Her arms grasped for the air , for the wall and then embraced his neck, pulling him closer and answering his thrust with her own. The pain was excruciating, but she bit down on it and took what he gave. Thrust for thrust, groan for groan, hump for hump.

“OH GODDAMN!” he came, and came and came.

Her muscles constricted uncontrollably, locking his dick up inside her deep, more cum shot out and flooded her virginal cavity, a virgin no more.

“Oh bitch! You so tight!” he pushed down on her soft white belly: “I can feel my cum shooting out of my dick in you ha! gangbang porno ha! Oh bitch you is going to be so pregnant!”

Jazz didn’t understand a word he was saying. The room spun around and round. Images of her Nazi Heroes laughing at her… her skin head friends stoning her. She had betrayed them, she had betrayed her kind. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She had not only been butt fucked by black men, now she gave her virginity to one as well. Her small hand fell to her stomach, she imagined his black seed swimming around, looking for little white eggs to ruin. His large black hands gripped hers, fingers interlocking. He molested her small breasts with his large flabby wet lips then her neck and then her mouth, again, they kissed tongues entwined.

The repulsion excited her. Her sore, used pussy gripped his spent penis. A tingling sensation filled them both. His dark meat twitched then came to life. “OH BITCH WANTS MORE HU?”

Derek resumed thrusting, before long spilling more seed into her, and again as the music inspired him. Hateful music, skin head white power thrash metal that made him hate her and want to fill her with black babies so ruining the life that she knew, he slapped her ass, turned her around, doggy style and slipped his flaccid dick into her abused, previously stretched out ass-hole. It plopped in. The heat from the anus and her weak pleas aroused him, before long Derek was piston fucking Jazz’ ass, ferociously, without mercy, squeezing her cheeks and plowing his manhood in and out of her hot suck pot until for the last and final time, he came. But he gripped the base of his dick and held back the flood, pulling out of her ass and grabbing her hair, pulling her face to his dirty dick: “Suck it bitch! Suck me clean you fucking whore!”

“Mm!” (GULP! SLURP! GULP!) “Mm!” her only reply. His dick forcibly blocking any protest. It spasm deep in her throat and spilled his seed down into her belly.

Jazz sucked and licked her ass off of him, sucked his balls, and fell back on her bed, licking her fingers- not believing that anything like this could have ever happened to her. Sweating, out of breath, they lay in each other’s arms for a moment, but only a moment. “I going to go now bitch.”

Derek rose from her, cold air swept over her in the absence of his hot body, and sweat.

Jazz shivered, hugged herself and sat up. In a daze she collected her clothes and cleaned up. Her stepmother was knocking at the door telling her it was past ten and for her to turn down the racist noise. “Fuck you.” Jazz replied, but complied and slipping on a clean pair of panties, went to the bathroom, showered, brushed her teeth, flossed, gargled, combed her wet platinum blond hair, wrapped a towel around herself and returned to her room.

To her shock, the window that Derek had slipped out of and she had closed and locked, was opened again, and several large black men were in her room. Two she recognized from the night before. “What the?”

“We’re here to take care of business.” Said one locking the door behind her.

“I understand you is still a virgin?” another said removing her towel.

“NO-not anymore, Derek had me.” she said flatly, “You’re too late.”

They laughed, “We don’t mean a pussy virgin! You dumb bitch.”

Music was turned up to a moderate level, “Hush now girl or your folks will come in and see what we are going to do to you.”

“Yeah- they won’t look at you the same after for sure.”

“None of this stuff is welcome.” Jazz countered grabbing back at her towel. The man held it high and when she reached for it two of them grabbed her, one removed her panties and the other pushed her down to her knees.

Her racist music, “Stand” from Prussian Blue started. “Oh this is going to be some good shit!”

“Let me go!” Jazz tried to shrug off the men’s gripping hands, but they were too strong and really, deep down, she didn’t want to be free of them. Inside she wanted to be used and abused by all of them, she knew that was the only way she would find satisfaction tonight. But her pussy hurt, she had just lost her virginity, could she handle all of them- or even one?

Her whole life, as far as she can remember she had hated blacks. She listened to racist music, had racist friends, read racist propaganda- wrote racist poetry, but all that changed less than a week ago. She couldn’t believe how sudden her life had turned around. (SLAP!) and she couldn’t believe that one of the men had just slapped her. A Black man! Who the hell did that monkey think he was? Then she remembered, she was going to have sex with these monkeys or do whatever it was they wanted, THAT was going to satisfy her.

She brought her mind to the now, the immediate moment. Around her the men pulled out their long black dicks and were stroking themselves. They touched her shoulders and pulled her hair: “You is one hell of a fine bitch!”

The tallest one, who had teased her with the towel genç porno stepped in front of her, “Suck on this bitch!” he shoved his almost stiff dick into her face. HE had been spitting on it and stroking himself, his spit smeared her face and her hair stuck to it. “Suck it you fucking white whore!”

She parted her lips and took the large member into her warm waiting mouth. Herr soft tongue stroked it, her hands gripped his heavy balls and she piston sucked along the growing length of his massive Black erection. (SMACK< SUCK SLURP SMACK SUCK SLURP!)

“OH YES!” he grunted.

“HA! HA! HA! The whore’s got a mouthful now!”

“NOT yet… AAAAAAHHHHHH!” without delay the tall Black man shot his seed deep into her throat. “NOW DATS a mouthful!” (GULP! “MMM” SLURP! GULP!)

He pulled back as she began to swallow him and jerked off in her face, covering her with cum. Three hot steamy loads shot into her eyes, on her neck up her nose and on her tongue when he commanded her to open her mouth: “OPEN it bitch and keep my cum in it, we’re going to see how much cum you can keep in your mouth without swallowing it, choking on it or passing out!”

“Yeah when we said virgin, we meant BUKAKE virgin bitch!” another man shoved his dick into her face, smearing spit and semen around before shoving it into her mouth, “I think you can suck me off too, since you know the rules now, and this time don’t swallow it bitch!”

The second man took longer to cum. He made her suck his balls and lick his brown anus. “Yeah how is that you Arian whore, sucking on a black man’s SHITTER! Ha! Ha! Ha! if your skin head friends could only see you now ha!”

His cruel words cut her deep, but they aroused her at the same time. She gripped his black hairy ass and drove her tongue up into him tasting his guts, sucking his ass and licking his anus. She returned to his balls filled with shame and then his long fully erect, thick and lumpy dick. She sucked him and sucked him and jerked him and sucked him, (SLURP! SMACK! SLURP! GULP! SLURP!) “Mm” she vibrated his dick with her humming and then he pulled her head back, pumped himself twice and shot his load into her face, eyes and hair. The last few streaks shot across her open mouth laying thick white lines across her waiting tongue.

In order to collect more cum she didn’t really suck the other men so much as lick them and humiliate her face with their dicks, balls, and asses, while jerking them off into her mouth. One after the other and then two at a time as the men repeatedly came on her and in her. Her face, neck, hair and breasts were soaked, caked in lumpy drying crusty cum.

The men gathered around her on the floor, stroking themselves and dropping their last wads on her, or spitting on her if they couldn’t. Unknown to her, as the night before, and the night before that pictures were being taken with their cell phones and from the window. Later when they were finished with her they would have leverage, but for now they spit on her and in her mouth and she gargled their cum, naked on the floor, on her knees. “You like it don’t you? You fucking filthy whore!”

(GARGLE GARGLE GARGLE!) “Mm” Jazz massaged her cum covered breasts, small stiff, erect slipper cum covered nipples. Her hair soaked, caked with cum fell in her face.

“Alright, swallow it all now bitch and show us your empty mouth!”

(GULP!) it took three strong swallows to get all there semen and spit down (GULP! GULP!) “Ah!” her lips smacked together and she flashed her empty tongue at them.

“Did you like it whore?”

“I loved it!” (LICK) she flicked her tongue over her lips: “Fill me up boys, anytime!” her body was covered in goose bumps she couldn’t believe the thrill she derived from the humiliation.

She did not know when they left, or when she had fallen asleep. But Jazz awoke in her bed with only her panties on and the sensation that she was not alone. She felt for the light but her arm and body ached on the side and she couldn’t reach it. “Who’s there?” she asked, her body covered in dried cum, crispy like a donut under cool sheets. Naked and firm- she tensed, awaiting the reply. Her jaw was still sore from the oral abuse and she wiped the cum crust from her eyes. “Who is there?” repeating the question with a tremble, a shiver down her youthful, playfully firm spine.

“It’s me… princess.” her father said. “You’re no princess though, not any more. I saw what you were doing, I saw when I was taking out the trash, just like your mother!” he stooped over the bed gripping her arms. “You’re a Black man’s fuck slut aren’t you?” he shook her in the darkness, “I saw EVERYTHING from the yard, who knows who else saw hmm?”

“You’re hurting me!” she pleaded.

“Good!” he squeezed harder; “You deserve it, whore just like your mother and your stepmother fucking black men fuck sluts that’s what you all are!”

“NO DADDY!” she yelped as he climbed on to the bed, on top of her.

His body heavy, oppressing her, squeezing her tight. His breath on her skin, “Covered in their cum!” he licked her neck, “UNGH!”

“STOP DADDY NO!”

“Whore! Fuck slut, mud shark!” he licked her neck again and pressed his lips against her mouth when she protested, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth.

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I awoke slowly, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the bed and thick quilt. My mind was slowly trying to separate half remembered dreams from reality. Pink panties. A lacy bra. Viv’s breasts. Excitement. Embarrassment.

Suddenly my eyes were open as the catalogue of disjointed dream images slotted into the reality of the previous evening. Even as the memories formed into a consistent recollection it still didn’t seem real. It seemed more like the vivid remembrance of a film than part of my life.

Yet as I breathed I could feel the straps of Viv’s bra, still filled out with her panties. Stretching a little revealed the smooth satin of her nightie bunched around my thighs, and through the gloom of the early morning I could see the outline of two pairs of Viv’s panties drying on the radiator. The panties Viv had me hand wash the previous night. The pink pair with a lacy front that she had brought me off in and the white satin pair she’d been wearing that matched the bra I was so conscious of.

I stretched and rolled fully onto my back. The warm comfortable quilt heavy on my morning erection. Made all the more rampant this morning by waking in Viv’s spare bedroom still wearing the wonderful satin nightie she had tempted me with the previous night. I opened my legs more as I indulged myself in the memories of the previous evening. The feel of the slippery softness of the soap as I washed her underwear. The warm water, the sensation of the wet material beneath my fingers. It had been a surprisingly intimate and exciting part of the evening. A feeling of contentment we had both appeared to share. Viv had simply watched me in silence as I gently washed her underwear in the bedroom sink.

Her other instruction to me was for a morning cup of tea. The urgent project at work that had unexpectedly diverted us both from our routine tasks the previous week still required more long days. Being up at six o’clock was normal for me, but I got the impression it was on the early side for Viv. That she would have extra minutes in bed seemed to be almost as exciting to her as knowing that her work colleague and now her sissy maid would be bringing her tea in the morning.

Now more or less awake and conscious of the minutes drifting by I pushed the quilt aside, switched on the bedside lamp and stood. Catching images of myself in the dresser mirror as I felt the nightie fall down my legs. The mirror showed where my excitement was covered by the soft peach satin. My fingers pulled the material at the sides, stretching it tight and making my excitement obvious under the very feminine night wear. Gently I touched the very tip of my satin covered manhood with a single finger, almost teasing myself. My thighs instinctively squeezing together as the sensations of pleasure flowed through me.

I allowed myself only a few seconds of indulgence before turning and taking the pink nylon wrap from the back of the door. Sliding my arms into the wrap, pulling it tight and tying the belt gave a whole new set of sensations as satin and nylon rubbed over bare skin in a dozen different places. I gave a final glance in the mirror. The pleasure and excitement the feminine clothes gave me was only half due to the feelings of soft flowing fabrics. The other was that they were pretty and delicate and so obviously not male. The image of a body covered in femininity at least as important to my stimulation as the feelings of those things on my skin.

I was half way across the landing before I suddenly felt exposed. The spare bedroom with its closed door had provided an illusion of privacy, but now walking around the house the familiar doubts and fears began to surface in my mind. After the events of the previous evening they were all irrational, but years of hiding my addiction to dressing in pretty female things cannot be forgotten in a few hours. I paused at the top of the stairs, listening intently for the slightest sound of activity in the house. Just as I had done for years when I had shared a house and my dressing had been confined to snatched opportunities when my two housemates were out for a time.

Mental excuses as to why I was wearing her nightie came automatically from the defensive side of my thoughts. You had to wear her nightgown when you stopped over unexpectedly, you came straight from work there was no option. I breathed deeply and felt my bra straps, the lace of the cups easily visible through the thin doktor porno peach material that formed the top of the nightie.

What about the bra. What’s your excuse for wearing Viv’s bra? There isn’t one is there? Only cross dressers, sissy cross dressers like you wear pretty lacy bras.

Closing my eyes I deliberately took control of my runaway thoughts. Viv already knows I reminded myself. You begged to wear her panties, and her bra, and her nightie. You begged her because you couldn’t resist the excitement, because you are a sissy panty boy and you have let Viv find that out. Taking a deep breath I forced myself to slowly descended the stairs, my thoughts distracted for a few seconds by the feel of the satin brushing over my legs on each step.

In the kitchen my thoughts were still in turmoil as I set about making tea. They were still in turmoil a few minutes later as I paused before gently knocking on Viv’s bedroom door. After her acknowledgement I gingerly pushed the door open and stood just inside her bedroom, illuminated by the light from behind me. The darkness once more offered the illusion of defence against wearing her long satin nightie.

“Good morning.” She said in a croaky sleepy voice.

I fumbled a good morning back and moved into the darkness to put the cup of tea by her bedside. Her hand reached out to the bedside lamp and a soft glow illuminated the room. Viv looked at me from under sleep tousled hair. Suddenly I was very conscious once more that I was wearing only feminine night wear. Our eyes met for a moment, but she just smiled.

“Oh, thank you.” Were her next words as she shifted herself to sit up in bed. The quilt cover slipped down and exposed the top of her own nightie. It seemed to be red nylon, a halter neck with a plunging neckline, the material smooth over her heavy breasts and even without being excited the outline of her nipples were still visible. It didn’t seem to me to be a normal middle of the week in February night gown, but much more of a special time night gown. Of course any day when you make your male work colleague wear panties and beg to be your sissy maid is sort of a special time.

“Well.” She said adjusting her propped up position on her pillows.

“I wasn’t sure I’d get my tea in bed. I half expected you to sneak off sometime in the night.”

“You had my clothes.” I replied after a pause, nodding my head at the neat pile of my male clothes off to one side.

“Yes, I guess it would have been difficult wearing just your coat.”

Without the wine and the excitement of the previous evening Viv’s voice seemed uncertain and less commanding. I realised I wasn’t the only one feeling unsure about the abrupt shift in our relationship. Despite her confident attitude she must have had to overcome her own fears and embarrassment. Maybe she was having second thoughts too.

Viv carefully picked up her hot tea, blowing on it gently before taking a first minute sip. The silence stretched between us. The doubts about continuing on from last night flooded my thoughts once again. Now though I didn’t want to loose what had started. Embarrassment and fear of humiliation were still there but there was a new fear. The fear of loosing an opportunity to experience my long hidden fantasies for real. Suddenly that fear was far more acute than I had ever anticipated it being.

“What. What would you like me to do next. Ma’am.” I asked hesitatingly, prompted by a growing feeling of disappointment with myself. The opportunity to experience what I had so often longed for was before me. All I needed was the courage to overcome my own fear and we could both enjoy very sensuous and exciting times together.

Viv took another sip of tea before she too seemed to come to a conclusion.

“You know you can leave here any time . . . with your clothes.”

I nodded and then paused to gather my courage.

“I don’t want to . . . ma’am.”

A sense of relief started to flow through me. The disappointment fading away as quickly as it had come.

“I want to be your sissy maid ma’am.” This time in a stronger voice. I could almost feel Viv’s doubts fading away too.

“I want to dress in pretty feminine things for you ma’am and then see to your personal needs.”

The twinkle was back in Viv’s eyes. I could almost see her imagining me in a cute pink satin maids dress.

“Very ensest porno well Chrissy.” Her voice had changed subtly too. Now it had that sense of command once again.

“First you need to get my clothes out for today. If you can find a pair of my panties that aren’t filling out that bra of mine you’re wearing that is.” I returned the smile she had on her face as she directed me to one of her cupboards. Opening it I was confronted by an array of her clothes. Some of them were instantly familiar to me from observing her each day at work.

“That pink sweater Chrissy, and then that longer black skirt.” She instructed.

My excitement had begun to stir once more as my hands felt the soft wool of the closely knitted sweater and I fumbled a moment removing the skirt from its hanger. I remembered the sweater was high necked and not tight enough on Viv to give many clues as to the bra she was wearing. The skirt was one of her longer ones, fully lined I now discovered, and sufficiently smart for work without being tight enough to be overtly sexy.

For several years now I had looked forward to discovering which outfit Viv would be wearing each day. The ones she had me take out for today were practical for a cold winter’s morning, but far from the sexiest or most exciting. Still there was a comfortable intimacy seeing and feeling the things she would be wearing and my excitement continued to mount as I carefully laid them out on the bed and hoped that I would soon be laying out her days lingerie too.

“You already know where my panty draw is Chrissy.” Replied Viv to my enquiring look, her tone momentarily more one of private joke than command. She hid her smile behind another sip of tea and I hid mine by bending to the draw I had explored the evening before.

“Anything plain and light coloured Chrissy.”

I rummaged through the panties that had remained behind when I used them to fill my bra cups. My excitement a continuing presence as I was again given free access to Viv’s intimate items. Only twelve hours before I had only dreamt of even seeing them, now they were feeling soft and sensuous in my fingers as I appraised there suitability for my new Mistress to wear to work.

After half a minute or so of wonderful exploration I turned to Viv with a pair of cream satin panties with lace detail panels on either side and an almost matching white satin bra.

“Very good Chrissy, but there should be another pair that matches that bra, it came as part of a set. You can keep that pair out too.”

I put the panties to one side as instructed and returned to the draw once again sorting through several pairs of white panties before finding the exact match for the bra and turning back to Viv.

I realised Viv had been watching me intensely. An involuntary glance at the red nylon covering her breasts revealed her nipples proud and obvious under the tight fabric. The sight of her male colleague, dressed in her nightie and sorting through her lingerie draw to find a pair of panties to match her bra was obviously just as exciting to her as it was for her male colleague to be doing it.

“Oh look how excited my little sissy gets just by picking out my lingerie for the day.” She beamed at me. Instinctively my hands dropped to hide my excitement now hard enough to be touching the cool satin of Viv’s nightie.

“Oh no, no, no.” Said Viv as soon as she saw where my hands were going.

“We may not have a pretty maids dress for you to wear yet, but you’re my sissy now and I will get to see how excited she is any time I want to is that clear.”

I nodded weakly and let my hands, still holding the bra and panties slowly drop to my sides.

“Yes Mistress Viv.” I eventually remembered to say.

“Come round here.” She said as she put her remaining tea back down on the bedside table. After putting the two pairs of panties and bra down next to her black skirt I did as I was told. My excitement continued to grow as the soft satin caressed the tip as I walked. I stood a foot or so away from Viv’s side of the bed.

“Closer.” She commanded.

I inched closer, halving the distance.

“Closer. Much closer.” She commanded again, but this time there was just as much desire as command in her words. I moved as close as I could, the satin of my nightie, trapped between my legs and the bed was now pulled tight and the bulge in the satin erotik porno was obviously caused by my erection.

“It’s OK Chrissy, I know how much of a sissy you are. I know you can’t help but get excited by all that pretty lingerie.” Viv reached out with one hand. A single finger delicately touched the tip of the satin bulge. I gasped and inhaled sharply.

She continued to gently caress the very tip of outthrust satin as I looked down at her smiling face and twinkling eyes. The plunge neckline of her bright red nightie showing her flushed chest, her cleavage and the outlines of her hard nipples.

“Unfortunately you can’t stay dressed in pretty things all day since we have to go to work. But you’re my sissy now and my sissy will be wearing panties instead of male underwear from now on. Today you’re going to be wearing those other satin panties you just picked out.”

My breathing was slightly ragged and my excitement twitched under Viv’s continuing fingertip caresses as I contemplated her instructions. I had worn panties all day at home, but never out side or to work before. I swallowed nervously, fear and apprehension at the humiliation that would result if I was found out. But the fear didn’t have the same edge it once used to have. The chance of discovery is ridiculously small I told myself. You’re a sissy, and sissies wear panties. You’re Viv’s sissy, and will wear Viv’s panties. Telling myself that, even silently was incredibly erotic and once more the hardness under the pale satin of my nightie jerked and not just in response to Viv’s teasing fingers.

Viv’s chuckle interrupted my thoughts and brought my eyes back to meet hers.

“No need to ask what my sissy panty boy thinks about that now, is there.” Her face was alive with excitement and gentle humour as her fingertips stopped their caressing and instead I felt her whole fist gripping my satin covered stiffness. She squeezed and slowly pumped my hardness, the satin covered tip only inches away from the hardness of her own nipples, proud and obvious under the red nylon of her own nightdress.

“Do you want to cum Chrissy?” she whispered. “Do you want your Mistress to let you make her pretty nightie all messy?” I breathed deeply as the tension mounted in my satin covered excitement and nodded jerkily.

“No Chrissy.” Said Viv sharply. “No head nods any more, ask me. I want to hear my sissy ask my permission. I know it must be humiliating darling, but it’s so much more exciting hearing you ask to be dressed in pretty and feminine things and then begging for your sissy excitement to be released.”

“Yes Mistress.” I breathed. Then after a pause to gather my courage, that made Viv smile. “Please can I cum Mistress. Please can your sissy cum in your nightie Mistress Viv.”

“That’s a good girl.” Said Viv as she continued to hold me in her fist, but made no immediate attempt to bring my excitement to a climax. “Now tell me why my sissy is so excited.”

I paused again, my hardness twitching in Viv’s hand as I gathered my thoughts against the distraction and the humiliation of being forced to admit my desires out loud to Viv again.

“Because I’m wearing your bra and your pretty nightie Ma’am. Being dressed like a girl makes me excited.”

Viv took a deep breath as she listened to my confession again. Her own excitement once again obvious in her flushed chest and the hardness of her own nipples under the smooth red nylon.

“That’s a good girl Chrissy.” Her enclosing fist pumped slowly for a few more seconds, squeezing me rhythmically and I breathed deeply as she paused once again.

Then she let my hard manhood go. The sudden release of my excitement which stood proud under the pretty satin caused me to groan once again. Viv chuckled and then slowly tapped at the satin tent, causing more groans as my excitement wobbled unseen beneath the nightie.

“For now I want my sissy eager to please her Mistress. My sissy only gets to cum when I say.” Our eyes met and I desperately wanted to beg her to let me release myself. This was a test of our new relationship however. Viv held the power, the power to get me excited any time by allowing me to wear pretty things for her. I took a deep breath, but then groaned once again as Viv gently tapped at my hidden erection once more. Tapping in time with her words.

“Is. That. Clear. Chrissy.”

“Yes Mistress Viv.” I replied after the barest of pauses.

“Good. Now we’re going to be late for work if we don’t get moving. Go get showered and then come back here and let me see you put my panties on. I want to see my sissy in my pretty satin panties before she has to cover them up with male clothes for the day.”

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Alicia’s New Position Ch. 11

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I tried as hard as I could to control my primal urges. I tried to talk myself out of this situation. I hated Ronnie for using me and most of all for allowing myself to be used by him, I was losing. Knowing full well what was about to happen I couldn’t control myself with the confidence and brashness that exuded from him.

I thought I had beaten it this time when I stopped moving. Ronnie who had made a phone call was still talking on the phone. Smack, he spanked me, “You want it whore, keep moving.”

That was it I started walking right to the basement of Ronnie’s building. After entering the storage area my shorts and panties dropped to the floor, “Be here she’s ready to fuck,” he hung up.

“Who, who was that?” I said timidly.

“Does it really matter to a black cock whore? all you need to know is he’s black, now get busy.”

Without another word I was on my knees pulling Ronnie’s cock out of his pants. I stroked his cock looking up at him with my baby blues, “What about Karen?” was all I could ask.

“Knocked up whores at home where she belongs.”

I engulfed Ronnie’s cock and started bobbing and sucking as fast as I could. Ronnie made another phone call, “What’s up man? Got a real whore here wants to fuck, listen.”

I was sure all that could be heard was the slurping and sucking noises I was making, “Yeah she’s a repeat performer, let me ask, bitch you on birth control?”

With my mouth full of cock all I could do was shake my head no, “No she ain’t, you don’t care if we make your tummy bulge with a little black bastard, do you?”

I shook my head no again, “No, she’s a real black cock whore don’t care one bit, well try, hope you can help me knock the bitch up,” Click, he hung up.

Ronnie lifted me quickly and turned me, bending me over a crate. He slammed his cock into my saturated pussy, “Ohhhhhhh.”

“Just like you remember whore?”

“Yesss, uh uh uh.”

“Miss this black cock?”

“Yesss.”

Ronnie fucked me for twenty minutes before I noticed another shadow in the room. I heard them high five during a climax, “Ahhhhh, cumming.”

The shadow walked around to the front of the crate and ran his cock across my lips. In the dim light my eyes focused and I could see it was Marcus, “Still a black cock breeding whore, huh Ali?”

“Yesss, Ohhhh,” was all I could get out before my mouth was stuffed with his cock.

Ronnie and Marcus kept up a conversation while fucking my snatch and mouth. Ronnie lasted a couple more minutes before unloading a torrent of cum into me. Smacking me on the ass, “Once a whore always a whore huh Ali?”

Marcus withdrew his esmer porno cock from my mouth as he rolled me over on the crate, “My turn to breed this whore.”

Marcus’s cock slid easily in to my well fucked honey pot, “Ahhhhhhh.”

Ronnie’s cock was at my lips and I knew what he wanted. I licked and sucked our comingled juices off his cock. I continued to suck his cock until he was hard again, “Bitch know how to please black cock,” they both laughed.

Ronnie now fucked my mouth until Marcus added his semen to my pussy. They swithched positions again. Ronnie buried his cock into my pussy an my legs wrapped aroung his waist. I aided these two in my defilement arching my hips to meet their thrusts. I cinched my legs around their waists every time they came.

I was in a constant state of arousel as one orgasm after another over took me. I passed out after a couple of hours. When I awoke I found my shorts and shirt and dressed for the walk of shame back home.

I cried all the way home I could not control myself. What is it with the control, confidence, demands that makes me do these things. Why am I such a whore? Why didn’t I ever use birth contol? How could I betray Joe? I still love him.

When I got to the apartment I had to compose myself before entering. When I finally went in Kelli wasn’t home. I found a note, I took the kids for a walk be back at 4:00.

I took a long hot shower trying to calm down. I started crying again. What makes me do these things? Why does it feel so good while doing it? Why does it excite me more when they call me names? Why do I feel like such a slut after it is all done? Because you are a whore, a cum dumpster, a bitch.

I was taking a nap when Kelli came home. She woke me when she started massaging my shoulders kissing my cheek. I turned my head, “mmmmmm, that feels so ggod.”

Kelli massaged me for a couple of minutes before I rolled over, “Ali what’s going on wiyh you?”

“What do you mean Kelli?” I tried to hide my emotional turmoil.

“You leave here at all hours of the day or night, you look like you have been crying when you return, your pregnant again, do you even know who the father is?”

I started to cry, “Kelli I don’t know, I’ve turned into a nymphomanic or something, I can’t control myself, and no I have no idea who the father is.”

“What about diseases?”

“I’ve been checked, I haven’t caught any.”

“We have a good thing here, I love being here with you and sharing, Jamal and Ty treat us good unlike Ronnie who used us,” I started crying harder, “Ali what’s wrong?”

“I fucked Ronnie.”

“What? fantazi porno how could you?”

“That’s the problem, I just can’t control myself it doesn’t matter who it is, maybe I need a therapist.”

“What ever you need to do I’ll be there for you.”

Kelli and I spent the night in feeding and playing with the kids. After the kids were in bed Kelli and I sripped to our bra and panties and snuggled on the couch listening to music until bed time. I was relaxed and calm by the time I went to bed.

When I awoke, Kelli was snuggled next to me, it felt good. I finally got up and made coffee. Kelli came out a short time later and joined me and we talked some more.

We were still sitting at the table when Ty let himself in to babysit, “Miss Ali, Miss Kelli I’m sorry I thought you would be dressed for work already.”

“Ty it’s alright you’ve seen us like this before,” I said.

“Ty your part of our family here so you come right in when you get here,” Kelli added.

“Okay, Miss Ali, Miss Kelli.”

I looked at the clock, “Shit we’re going to be late.”

Kelli and I jumped up and ran to get dressed.

As we drove to work all I could visualize was the look on Ty’s face when he saw Kelli and I at the table. Kelli was right Ty and Jamal were both respectful of us and the benifits we received were a definate perk.

Monday we were busy all day with the paper work from the weekend. Five o’clock came around before I realized Liv hadn’t called.

Tuesday came and went and she still had not called. When I got home I called her, it went straight to voice mail.

About an hour later my phone rang, “Hello.”

“Ali it’s Liv.”

“Hi, I was starting to worry, you were suppose to call yesterday.”

“Yeah sorry, my fiance and I were catching up.”

“I see, When can we finish our talk?”

“I, Uh, don’t, uh, know.”

“Are you busy still catching up?”

“Uh, Yesss, Experimenting.”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Dinner, uh, here.”

“Where?”

“Uh, Joe’s house.”

“See you at six.”

“Ohhhhh, okay.”

She hung up and all I could imaging at that moment was all the times I was talking to Joe getting fucked.

I arrived at Joe’s house at 6:00 there were 6 cars in the drive and music playing, I rang the bell and waited.

I was surprised when the door flew open and Hammer was standing there naked, “Whore come in, strip.”

I stood there trying to turn around and just leave, thinking I could beat this. Hammer raised his voice, “Now.”

I was in the door and stripping. Liv walked into the living room porno filmler naked semen running down her thighs, “Ali glad you could come.”

Before I could answer I was on my knees with Hammer’s cock in my mouth. Liv sat on the couch, “Glad she showed, I need a break.”

Hammer pulled his cock from my mouth and I landed on my hands and knees. Hammer walked around me and drove his cock into my already soaked love tunnel. I had my head hung low until that point. My head came up as I moaned and I was lookng right into Liv’s well used pussy, streams of semen leaking out.

Hammer fucked and pushed me toward Liv. Hammer stopped pushing when my face was between her thighs. Hammer continued to fuck me and I started eating Liv’s cum filled pussy. Liv grabbed my ears and started hunching on to my tongue.

Liv let out a loud moan when she came. Hammer was now getting close, I could feel his cock swell in my pussy. When Liv stopped trembling Hammer pulled my hair back, I closed my eyes as Hammer unleashed copious amounts of seed into me, “Ohhhh, yessss, that’s what I needed.”

I was startled out of my enjoyment by clapping hands and a familiar voice, “Never thought I’d see the black cock slut in action.”

I opened my eyes and let them adjust for a second before screaming, “Joe what are you doing here?”

Before Joe answered another cock was slammed into my cock pit and my hair was pulled back, “Ohhhh.”

“Whore likes fucking the black snake don’t she?”

“Yessss” and another cock was slammed down my throat.

I started rocking back and forth trying to get the cocks as deep as possible. I could see Joe standing off to the side with a video camera. I started to have continuous orgasms.

I could here Liv moaning, “Ohhhh, get that tongue deeper sissy.”

I could not see her with the cock in my mouth and the body blocking my view. Someone had set her off. Her moans were getting more frequent and the orders she was shouting harsher, “Sissy get all that nigger cum out of me.”

I blocked out what she was saying when the men fucking me came at the same time. I swallowed a torrent of semen from the cock in my mouth. My pussy swallowed another load of seed.

The men backed away and another cock was stuffed up my twat. I looked in Liv’s direction to see a white man eating her pussy. Liv held the man between her legs, “Honey get all that nigger cum, what will your friends say when I have a black baby?”

My pussy was being filled to its capacity with semen, Liv was verbally abusing this poor bastard, and I was enjoying it.

When I was released, the man that was eating Liv started to crawl up her body and try to insert his cock into her, “No you don’t sissy, not without a condom.”

Somebody from the kitchen shouted dinner was ready. I lay there well fucked as everyone made it toward the kitchen. It hit me with a sudden start I need to seek professional help.

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Fantasy To Finally Reality Ch. 02

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I hope you have taken the time to read Chapter 1 to truly understand. As I had said in last chapter Marie had moved in to live with Karen and me for her final days. The old girl may have had some years on her and not the body she had in the past, but as I was to find out, at 71 the coals still had some spark just waiting the right person and right time.

Karen was to leave for a shopping spree that was to start that Thursday and she would return on Sunday. This was a yearly thing she had done with her friend from high school for many years, girl’s weekend out. I was to stay at home and watch Marie and finish some much needed home projects. Thursday morning came and Karen gave me a kiss and said, ” Mom make sure John behaves,” and out the door she and into her friend’s car. All morning I reminisced about that kiss that I had received many years before, when Marie was in her late 40s. I wondered if she still kissed like she did that night under the mistletoe. I also wondered if I had the courage to ask for a second kiss.

It was almost lunch time and I asked Marie if she would like to go to the local diner to get a sandwich. Now at 71 years of age Marie doesn’t get asked out on a date too much and jumped at the opportunity. All through the lunch I was trying to find a way to mention the kiss but just didn’t dare. gizli porno On the way home we took the long scenic route and talked about many things we both enjoyed. Finally with butterflies in my belly, and worried how she would react I said, “Marie, I need to ask you something and I need you to give your word it will not ever be mentioned to Karen”. Marie looked confused but agreed it would be our secret.

I said, ” Marie do you remember the night at Christmas many years ago when you kissed me under the mistletoe?” Marie shook her head no.

I told her I did and that it was a very special memory. I also said I had thought about that kiss many times and had never been kissed like that time that she kissed me. I also asked if she would give me a kiss like that for old times. Marie stared out the window for what seemed like a long time but was probably only seconds and finally turned her head and said she was glad it was special for me and that Karen would never know what I had said. Marie also said, ” I will agree to one more kiss but that will be all.” I agreed. My emotions were at an unbelievable high and I couldn’t wait to get to the house.

Marie was standing at the kitchen counter wiping off a few bread crumbs left from her morning toast when I came and stood next to her and she götten porno stopped and turned knowing what I was waiting to receive that special kiss. As I looked down and she looked up our lips touched ever so softly. It was like a dream that had come true one more time and this time I was older and felt something I did not feel with the first kiss many years ago. Marie pulled my head down for one more kiss and as her tongue slid between my lips I felt a tingle in my cock as it started to grow. With a deep breath our lips parted and Marie walked toward the living room not saying a word. As much as I would have wanted another kiss we both had agreed to only one last kiss.

I followed her to see if she wanted to talk and to make sure she was ok. Marie turned and with both arms around me she kissed me again. All she said was, “mmmmmmmmmmmm” and a weakness came over her and her legs started to crumble under her.

I asked if she was alright and all she said was yes but horny. 71 years old, a small lady, and horny she was a dream come true. Karen didn’t like sex very much and she was many years younger then her mom and here was a women telling me how horny she was. We kissed again and her hand moved down to the front of my pants. We stood and hugged and she just enjoyed the closeness that she grup porno had not felt from a man in a long time.

I turn her around and put my arms around her waist and held her with my cock rubbing her ass. It was now or never but I wanted her to want it also or it would be wrong to just want for myself. I kissed the nape of her neck and said, “Marie I will leave it up to you as to how far you want to go.I will be lying on the sofa watching television and you can go to your room for our afternoon nap or …….”

I moved my hands to her bra covered tits and told her she could go take off her blouse and bra. I then moved my hand lower and said she could also take of her pants and panties and I would make her feel like a woman again. As I touch the crotch on the top of her pants I could feel her pushing her pussy towards my hand and breathing harder. The choice was hers. She was to go to her room take off her clothes and when she was naked put on just her bathrobe.

I told her if she wanted to come back up with just her robe on and kneel in front of me and take my cock out of my pants and kiss and lick the head of my cock we could enjoy the time we had before Karen came home. Marie was to suck my cock and make up her mind if she wanted to have her pussy licked or if she wanted my cock deep in her pussy where no man had been in a long time. I truly want to take her to bed and fuck her like she had never been fucked but also wanted her to be part of the decision. If she didn’t come back I would understand and we would never mention this special day again.

To be continued…

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Ruth and Wendy Pt. 05

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PART 5

Ruth asked one of the waitresses to get a couple of the porters to bring in the king sized mattress and place it in the centre of the circle at the end of the runway. Ruth and Jill brought in a fitted latex sheet and placed it onto the mattress smoothing out any folds so that it was a sea of shiny black latex. This really got the attention of the guests and by the looks on their faces Ruth could see that all the planning for this final part was going to work just fine. Jill had taken a single black latex item to the mattress and placed it in the centre, it was folded up so no one could see what it was other than a pile of latex. Wendy and Ruth had changed into the nighties, both in black this time and emerged onto the runway as Ruth said, ” OK Wendy let’s do this.” and they very slowly ambled down to the circle and stepped onto the mattress next to the latex item.

Shelia, dressed in the latex French maid outfit, came out also to join Jill and the two of them unfolded the latex and lifted it up to revile the shape which was basically a large body bag but with two neck holes at the top about a foot apart. Ruth reached into one neck hole and unzipped it down about 18 inches and then did the same to the other neck hole. Jill and Shelia then held the bag low down near the mattress so that Ruth could step into the opening and Wendy stepped into the other. Jill and Shelia slowly raised up the bag until it was just at the girls’ shoulders.

The guests could now see movement within the bag as the girls removed their nighties and passed them out to Jill to the delight of all onlookers as they wondered just what sights they we in for.

One of the waitresses appeared with a large jug of cream, about a gallon of it, and passed it to Shelia who the made an exaggerated show of displaying it to the guests before pouring it all into the neck openings. When all the cream was emptied into the bag Ruth and Wendy zipped up the closures from the inside as they turned to face each other and crouch down a little so that they could reach to the bottom and scoop up some cream and cover each other all over. The guests went wild cheering and clapping and the ones at the far end of the runway moved closer to the circle and sat on the floor so as not to block the view of the seated guests. Wendy and Ruth were very slowly massaging the cream all over each other paying special attention to breasts, crutches and bottoms and getting very hot in the process. The guests could not actually see what was going on but had no doubt at all just exactly what was happening inside the bag and from the smiling faces of Ruth and Wendy they were both really enjoying it.

Ruth and Wendy now laid down inside the latex bag and Ruth was giving Wendy’s clitoris a slow massaging with one hand whilst the other was working her breast and nipple. Wendy was just smoothing her hands over Ruth’s bottom and trying to get her mind around the fact that here she was in front of 30 or so people getting off with another women. Obviously they could not actually see anything but knew what was happening inside this latex love bag and it was a little difficult to get right into the mood with Ruth, although she was nearing an orgasm and as Ruth intensified her fingers within her vagina she became very close indeed. Ruth could sense Wendy’s apprehension and whispered into her ear.

“Close your eyes and imagine it is just you and I in our own private world, close your ears to the guests and let you mind sink into this wonderful latex cocoon holding us together.” she then lightly büyük meme porno kissed her on the cheek. Wendy closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift to the first evening they had together in Hay a few days ago. Those thoughts and Ruth’s fingers brought the orgasm that Wendy longed for, she had been in and out of latex dresses for a couple of hours now and not really had time to fully enjoy them, but now close to Ruth she was in a blissful world of latex delights. She hugged Ruth as the guests applauded the obvious climax that Wendy had enjoyed, and then moved her fingers to Ruth’s love mound to see what delights she could give to her. It took a little while of caressing Ruth’s clitoris and breast with a little soft blowing of warm air into her ear to bring her to satisfaction as well.

Again the guests showed their appreciation with cheers and clapping and when things calmed down Ruth unzipped her neck hole to allow Jill to pass in the two nighties. It was a bit of a struggle to get back into the nighties within the latex bag much to the amusement of the onlookers who were really enjoying the contortions of Wendy and Ruth. Finally the nighties were back on and the girls unzipped the neck holes and emerged from the bag still covered from toes to neck in cream. Ruth started to lick some of the cream from Wendy’s breasts and that broke up the guests into roaring laughter, with Rolf probably the loudest. A standing ovation was given to the girls as they wandered back down the runway very close to the men a couple of whom also tasted the cream from their nighties.

“What did you think of that Wendy?” inquired Ruth,

“Well Ruth if someone had told me a week ago that I would be making love to another women in front of a crowd of people I would have thought them crazy, but apart from that it was the most wonderful experience I’ve ever had and I do think I love you and you latex. Where do we go from here now Ruth? I don’t want to be away from you.”

Ruth responded “We will talk later on I have a plan in mind which I think you will like.”

As the girls were cleaning up from their slippery mess one of the waitresses came to Ruth and said, “Mr Muller has requested if he may have a word with you at you convenience maybe later on this evening if you have time,”

“Please tell Mr Muller I would be honoured to meet with him say in about a hour in the cocktail bar.”

Ruth and Wendy cleaned up in the shower down the hallway and dressed back into their normal clothes and then helped to finish of the repacking of all the garments into the cases and boxes.

“I think you should join me to meet Rolf as I have an idea what he may want to discuss and bearing in what I have in mind for us it will be in your interest Wendy, so would you like to join me?” asked Ruth.

“Sure, I could do with a stiff drink as well,” replied Wendy.

The two girls made their way down to the cocktail bar and spotted Rolf and Helen in a corner booth sipping on their drinks, as they approached them Rolf stood up and said, “Thankyou for meeting us and I am pleased you brought along Wendy as we are quite fond of her especially dressed in black shiny latex. Now before we go any further let me order you some drinks, what would like Wendy?”

“Thank you, a scotch and dry would do just nicely.” replied Wendy.

“And Ruth what would you like?”

“I’ll have the same please Rolf, so Helen, how did you enjoy the show this evening?” responded Ruth as she sat down next to Rolf with Wendy taking the seat çinli porno next to Helen.

The four of them discussed the parade with many compliments coming from Rolf and Helen.

“I will be purchasing quite a few items Ruth and if possible, if you will allow Helen to try on some items before you go and if they fit we would be pleased to buy them straight away so as we don’t have to wait until you remake them for us, what do you think?”

“No problem all Rolf.” replied Wendy, “We will be in Glenelg for two more days yet before driving back to Sydney so whatever time suits you will be fine with us.”

“OK that is settled, but that is not the main reason for asking you down here, and as this request is a bit delicate we will not be offended at all if you are not comfortable with it, I have discussed it already with Helen and she is very keen”.

Rolf continued, “Helen and I were both amazed with the final part of the show with yourself and Wendy, it was so seductive and almost exotic we wished we could be a part of it. How would you respond to my suggestion that the four of us get together for another session with your latex bag? Helen and I just couldn’t believe the sight of you and Wendy inside the bag making out with each other. Please do not answer now as I’m sure you will want to think about it.”

Ruth looked stunned at the request and saw an equally puzzling expression on Wendy’s face and said to Rolf, “Yes we will need a little time to digest your request, may I phone you in the morning Rolf?”

“Please do Ruth,” replied Helen, “We both hope you will look favourably at the idea.”

Ruth and Wendy finished their drinks and departed wishing the couple good night and promising to call in the morning. The girls went to Ruth’s room, sat down on the bed and looked at each other; with each one hoping the other would speak first.

“Well the evening went off really well Wendy and I appreciate your input and professionalism but I cannot ask you to consider Rolf’s suggestion.”

” Hold on Ruth, let’s discuss this, I really loved being in the latex bag with you it was so very intimate and erotic, doing what were in a crowd of onlookers but yet they couldn’t actually see anything but they knew what we were up to.”

” What are you saying Wendy? That you would like to go ahead with Rolf’s idea?” said Ruth.

“Well, yes. I don’t suppose you have two latex bags do you?”

“OK, where are you going with this Wendy? Am I reading you right that you want us both to have sessions in the bags with Rolf and Helen?”

“You got it in one Ruth, But I get to choose my partner if your agreeable”

“Choose away Wendy, but you really surprised me, however I am sure you know what you’re doing.”

“Phone Rolf now Ruth and tell him we both agree and ask him if it is OK for me to get in the latex bag with him whilst you are in the second bag with Helen all on the same bed at the same time but in his private room, but no onlookers this time”

Rolf couldn’t believe his ears when Wendy put the proposal to him. He asked her to hold on the line whilst he had a quick word to Helen who then had a grin like a Cheshire cat over her face and said,

“Can we do it tonight Rolf, I don’t want to wait till tomorrow and it is still not too late.”

“You’re on Wendy, but is it possible for you both to come up the our suite this evening with the latex bags?”

“No worries Rolf, but I will have to get you to see if the kitchen has any cream left, we will need two lots değişik porno of course and we will also bring the mattress cover with us so we don’t make a mess on the bed.”

The girls arrived in Rolf’s suite loaded with the bags and mattress cover and Rolf took them straight to the bedroom and helped them fit the cover. “This is going to be fantastic Wendy, and we will not forget this when we are ordering our latex clothes later on.” said Helen.

“I believe it will be you and I sharing the same latex bag Ruth” Helen said to Ruth. “Well I let Wendy choose and I think she fancies Rolf for a bit of fun under cover so to speak, and anyway if it had been my choice I would have picked you Helen, I think you are lovely and can’t wait to wriggle with you encased in shiny black latex.”

The four of them got undressed and Rolf produced two jugs of cream and said, “I have thought of a way we can do this without the need for any one else. If Helen and Ruth get in their bag first I can pour the cream in, and then Wendy and I will enter our bag and if Ruth you leave an arm out you can cream us then we can all zip our selves up from the inside and start to have some fun.”

So with the plan worked out Wendy and Rolf climbed into their bag and wriggled it up their bodies until it was up to their necks, and at the same time Ruth and Helen were doing the same. With all four of them on the bed Rolf reached to the bedside table for the jug of cream and poured it into Helen and Ruth’s neck opening.

“Christ,” exclaimed Helen,” that cream must have come straight out of the fridge, it’s bloody freezing,”

“Don’t worry I’ll soon warm you up.” responded Ruth.

“Don’t you two get carried away just yet, you have to give us our cream.”

So Helen reached down for the second jug and emptied into their bag with more screams from the cold cream on Wendy’s skin. Rolf zipped up the neck openings on Wendy’s and his own side, looked into Wendy’s eyes, leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek as his hands slowly massaged her breasts bringing her nipples erect to match his erect cock. Wendy reached down to scoop up a handful of cream and spread it over Rolf’s chest so Rolf also scooped some up and applied it to Wendy’s breasts. The two of them giggled as they massaged each other and lowered themselves down onto the mattress and lay together gathering more of the cream until they were both totally covered and very slippery. Wendy reached down gently took hold of Ralf’s cock and eased it into her vagina as Rolf rolled her over onto her back and eased her legs apart. Rolf was very gentle as he slowly pumped himself into her as she dug her fingers into his back and bottom. She moved her pelvis in tune with Rolf’s thrusting and it wasn’t too long before the both of them reached their climax.

Meanwhile Ruth and Helen were having a great time with each other with lots and lots of the cream getting in to both of their holes and with fingers working overtime they also reached orgasm pretty much the same time.

It was a very strange sight to see the two body bags on the same mattress with the four heads sticking out rolling around with plenty of groans and sighs. All four of them would to have loved to give oral sex but it was not possible in their situation and that made it really weird, but never the less a very good time was had by all. The four of them snuggled up to each other’s partners within the latex bags and rolled together so that they could feel between the two layers of latex much to the enjoyment to them all. Sleep soon overtook the four latex lovers in their lovely sleep sacks, and left them dreaming of the evenings experiences.

Rolf and Helen ordered a great deal of Ruth’s garments and discussed with Wendy a new career move that she might be interested in but all that story will have to wait until later.

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Part I

Nancy Lipske was actually quite relieved to be finally going out on a date. The college sophomore was surprised when she was asked to double date with her cheerleading squad mate Misty Johnson and her new boyfriend Jim.

Both girls cheered for the same small town high school and had made the college squad as well. Despite all they seemed to have in common, the girls who had at one time been close childhood friends had grown apart in high school. When they came to the same college Nancy figured they would only be acquaintances, never expecting to actually go on a double date together.

Nancy was excited about dating Barry, who she thought quite attractive. Nancy found him tall dark and handsome, just her type. Misty had only met Jim last weekend. Jim was a shorter and stockier than Barry, and Nancy considered him reasonably attractive as well. The boys were roommates and were excited about dating the two attractive cheerleaders.

Both the girls were attractive, but in different ways.

Nancy was the more curvaceous of the two. She was a bright young lady, with a petite yet athletic sort of body. Her delicate brown hair flowed down to mid back level. Her wide, innocent green eyes complemented her inviting smile. She had a scattering of cute freckles across her cheeks. Her full, perky breasts were well suited to her athletic frame. Her short, fit legs descended from a shapely tight ass. She had a sort of upright posture that accentuated her larger than average, firm breasts, which were her main attraction. Nancy was not a virgin, but was still very inexperienced and unsure when it came to sex. Her libido had been catching up to her in recent months. She caught herself daydreaming about sex more often, even imagining the size and shape of her male professor’s cocks. She had noticed an increase in her masturbations recently. Although she never was able to bring herself to climax, she found that she loved the feeling of getting “close.”

Misty was the taller of the two girls with short dark curly hair, dark eyes, and wide pouting lips. Her frame was more slender and athletic than Nancy’s. Her “B” cup tits were not as big as Nancy’s full “C”, but they fit her slender frame. Misty often wore tight fitting shirts with no bra so that her big, stiff nipples pushed out noticeably. Her flawless ass and long legs garnered a lot of attention from both guys and girls on campus. She used them to good effect when she walked. Misty was more sexually experienced than Nancy. She had a boyfriend that was two years older than her in high school. It had been no secret to Nancy that Misty had been getting fucked regularly by her boyfriend Dave the last two years of high school. Dave was two years older than Misty and had broken up with Misty after she decided to attend State college.

Jim had suggested that the four of them go out on a double date that evening after the girls cheered at the basketball game. Nancy and Misty decided that it sounded like fun. So the date was arranged. Jim and Barry waited until Misty and Nancy were finished with their cheering duties. Since Jim drove the four of them to dinner right from the basketball game the girls decided to just put sweatshirts on over their cheerleading outfits.

It had been a long time since Misty and Nancy had “hung out” together outside of a cheerleading or swimming function. They were playmates when they were much younger, and would often spend the night at each others homes. On one occasion, in Misty’s bedroom, they had played doctor. Exploring each others young bodies was certainly innocent, but educational. It was an event in their lives that both were too embarrassed to mention to each other, but neither would ever forget.

After dinner, the boys suggested going back to their place for some drinks and a movie. Nancy was somewhat reluctant but figured that since Misty was with her it would be safe. She didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to go out with Barry. Besides, she thought renewing and deepening her friendship with Misty would be beneficial. Nancy didn’t have any reason to expect anything beyond light petting would happen on a first date anyway. As they arrived at the boy’s small off campus house, Barry took the girls jackets and Jim got some beer for everyone. The girls took their seats on the two small couches that were arranged “L” shaped in front of the modest living room TV. In between the couches was a small coffee table that had an incense holder and two smoldering incense sticks that had apparently been lit before the boys left for the game. Nancy figured they were trying to cover the smell that was normally associated with two sloppy boys living in a two bedroom bachelor pad. She did astalavista porno appreciate the boys attempt at cleaning up the place. Jim made some small talk about the game they had just come from. Barry mentioned that he was paying more attention to the cheerleaders than the game.

“I bet you were”, Misty teased seductively.

The two couples settled in on the two couches. Misty and Jim laid down side by side in a spooning formation. Nancy and Barry were more conservative and instead chose to sit side by side. After some awkwardness, Barry eventually managed to get his arm around Nancy. Nancy was being very guarded. She really had an instant attraction to Barry and was afraid being too forward would make her seem to sluttish. Barry, she hoped, would appreciate her more if she behaved like a lady. Strangely, despite her caution she couldn’t keep her mind from thinking about sex. She had a strange flushed feeling that was really hard to describe. She could feel her breath shorten. What was wrong with me? she thought. She tried to concentrate on her breathing. After only a few more minutes she realized that her pussy was actually getting wet. She couldn’t remember a time she was so out of control of her mind and body. What’s wrong with me? She questioned. She knew it couldn’t be the alcohol because was only half way through her first beer. I’m an intelligent girl I will control my thoughts, she reasoned desperately. She tried to concentrate on the movie. But after only a few minutes she realized it was a losing battle. Her lustful imagination went in to even wilder extremes. Before she knew it, she was fantasizing being bent over the coffee table with Barry pounding her doggy style. Suddenly, Nancy sprung to her feet. “I’m going to the ladies room, could you pause it Jim?”

“Come on Mist”, she pleaded. With a sigh Misty got up to join her friend.

Nancy pushed the door closed as soon as the two girls entered the small bathroom.

“Misty I don’t know what’s happening to me I’m feel so…so weird,” Nancy exclaimed.

“What are you talking about…what do you mean weird?” Misty countered as she dropped her panties and squatted down on the toilet seat.

“Horny”, Nancy whispered as she looking into the mirror and primped her hair.

“Well hell girl, how long has it been since you’ve gotten some?” Misty replied over the sound of her peeing. “I’d say it’s your body’s way of telling you what it wants.”

Nancy mulled the possibility over in her head. Maybe her body was making demands. She certainly did find Barry attractive. But she couldn’t go all the way with him on the first date. What kind of a tramp would he think she was?

Misty replaced her panties and pulled her sweatshirt off as she moved behind Nancy.

“Maybe your just warm,” Misty reasoned as she grabbed the bottom of Nancy’s sweatshirt and helped her pull it over her head. Now the two girls were clad only in their cheer outfits.

“By the way Nanc, would you be alright if… uh”, Misty paused awkwardly.

“What?” Nancy asked innocently, fixing her top.

“Well… listen, I’m about to explode myself, and, well… I’ve got to get fucked tonight.”

“No you can’t…” Nancy pleaded.

“Look,” Misty said locking eyes compassionately with Nancy, “I’m just warning you that I can’t guarantee what will happen tonight.”

Meanwhile back in the living room, the boys were regrouping.

“Well your magical incense isn’t working,” Barry mused.

“Maybe not for you,” Barry countered, making sure the bathroom door was still shut. “Misty’s been grinding her ass against my cock for the last 15 minutes I’d say that’s promising.

“No way, you’re kidding?” Barry asked surprised.

“She’s hot for it man, I’m telling ya this stuff is working,” He said pointing to the smoldering incense.

“What about you… getting anywhere with Nancy?”

“No, she seems real uncomfortable. I’m gonna take it slow I don’t want to ruin it with her on the first date.”

Jim sat up on the couch. “Well, I’ll light another one then… just in case. It looks like Misty is good to go, but you might need some help with Nancy.” Barry grinned at Jim’s confidence.

Nancy and Misty returned from their bathroom visit. Barry and Jim quickly noticed that the girls had both removed their oversize cheer sweatshirts that they had on over their uniforms. They exchanged looks and approving smiles.

Jim restarted the movie as the two couples settled back down on their couches. Nancy and Barry sat more closely this time. Barry had his arm around her and she rested her head on his chest.

On the other couch, Misty was snuggling asyalı porno with Jim. Her head was on his shoulder.

After a while Nancy sensed some activity on the other couch. She couldn’t tell exactly what they were doing, but she thought she could hear whimpering and groaning. She new it was starting to get hot and heavy over there. She felt like interrupting them somehow, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. Her worst fears were being realized. What was worse, her trip to the bathroom to clear her head and get reassurance from Misty had totally backfired.

Her mind snapped back when she caught movement on the other couch.

She watched as Misty’s head ducked down out of view behind the arm of the sofa.

What on earth was she doing? She asked herself, already knowing the answer.

Barry sensed the activity too. He sat up on the couch so he had a better view of the other couples activities. When Barry moved, Nancy was forced to sit up as well. She was intrigued by the action on the other couch, and worried about how big a slut her friend was being.

Nancy was embarrassed and frustrated. On one hand, she was mad that Misty was putting her in such an awkward position. On the other hand her mind was being swept up in a current of lust. Despite her struggles, she was being carried helplessly downstream. Nancy and Barry were unable to see exactly what was happening on the other couch, but both were desperate to find out. Nancy’s mind was racing. “Turn on the light Barry!” she whispered insistently.

When Barry flipped on the light, the mystery was over. Misty had Jims cock in her mouth!

Nancy had hoped that filling the dark room with light would squash Misty’s naughty plan. Instead it only served to showcase her activities. Neither Misty nor Jim seemed to notice the added light as Misty continued to work his tool. Despite her shock, Nancy couldn’t contain herself from sitting forward to get a better angle.

Jim’s pants were down around his knees and the head of his big prick was between Misty’s full lips. Her dark, curly head bobbed slowly and seductively up and down. Nancy noticed that Misty had pulled her panties down and was fingering her pussy as she sucked him. Her cute bare ass peaked out from underneath her skirt as her head moved up and down on Jim’s cock.

Nancy gazed with disbelief at her friends actions. She couldn’t believe Misty would do that. After all, they had been dating for less than a week.

It had been a while since Nancy sucked a cock, and she had a hidden desire to. However, she thought it was an act that a girl only did when she was more serious with a guy.

Misty certainly enjoyed working over Jim’s cock.

Nancy was totally fascinated. She and Barry gawked at the other couple. Nancy was paying so much attention watching that she showed no resistance when Barry slowly moved his hands up her sides. He carefully took her wrist and placed her hand on his crotch. She could feel his erection through his jeans. She loved the way it throbbed beneath her fingers. She began to very slowly rub her hand over his bulge.

Misty was not hiding her enjoyment. The affect of the incense made her yearn to put on a show for all to see. Her full lips slid seductively up Jim’s thick shaft and suckled on flared tip of his prick, then her head thrust slowly down again as she slid his entire length into her throat. As she her mouth retreated back to the tip once more she glanced over and saw Nancy and Barry leaning forward watching her. A quiver of excitement flowed through her body. She loved being in control of the moment, and the fact that she now had an audience, made the horny little cheerleader all the more voracious. Jim was putty in her hand as she skillfully and slowly gave him a thorough tonguing.

Misty was a pro, she knew not to rush. Taking it slowly would not only give Jim the biggest thrill of his young life, but also give her audience something to remember. Yes, she was putting on a show. She skillfully positioned herself so as to give the best view to the voyeurs on the other couch. Misty produced a thin a thin strand of saliva connecting her mouth with Jim’s cock. Dangling it teasingly in the air she slowly slurped it back into her mouth until she again plunged her lips around his swollen tool.

Will she make him come? Nancy wondered silently. Is she going to let him come in her mouth? Does she swallow?

Barry and Nancy exchanged a glance. Barry grinned.

Nancy grinned back. She realized it was no use trying to hide her obvious arousal!

They both looked back at Misty.

“Ummm,” Misty groaned, as her gorgeous full lips slid slowly duş porno up Jim’s shaft. Her sucking and moaning noises were no longer restrained and echoed through the room.

She began sucking hard on his cockhead, her cheeks hollowed in as she again made loud suction sounds. Her curly hair flopped up and down as she increased her pace. The fact that she was being watched added to her arousal and made her perform for her audience.

She pulled her lips away and looked at her lover.

“Yeah, baby–that’s it!” Jim moaned. “Ohhh you’re so good… yea suck it baby.”

“Ummm, I thought you liked it when I was bad?” Misty teased.

Not breaking eye contact with Jim, She placed her teeth around the tip of his prick. Then she scraped her teeth down his shaft. Jim raised his ass slightly off the couch as Misty teased him closer to the threshold of pleasure and pain. Looking down at his cock, she smiled as she noticed that her efforts had produced a few sticky drops of pre-cum on Jim’s swollen tip. Curling her tongue, she used it like a shovel to gather up his pre-cum. She swallowed it covetously.

She sucked hard on the tip of his prick. Soon she had coaxed another big drop out of Jim’s tiny hole. Her tongue hovered above his drop of jizm. Nancy watched Misty’s tongue gather it up. The way Misty dangled and played with his jizz in a thin strand from mouth to cock, mesmerized Nancy. “Ummm,” she sighed accidentally. Embarrassed that she audibly showed her interest, she glanced at Barry. He didn’t appear to notice as he continued to be transfixed on Misty’s ass bouncing up and down. Nancy gave his cock a firm squeeze, reminding him that she was still here.

Misty broke contact temporarily as she removed her top in one quick motion. Her bare breasts glistened with sweat as her hard nipples pointed toward her lover. Misty took Jim’s cock and sucked it between her teeth and her cheek. She bobbed her head up and down slowly; the outline of Jims cock was clearly visible beneath the thin sheath of Misty’s cheek. Nancy subconsciously leaned forward and watched in awe as Misty masterfully worked his prick in and out of her lovely drooling mouth. Misty continued slurping on Jims throbbing pole making sure to occasionally glance at Nancy and Barry, who were watching every move.

“Come,” she whispered, looking up at Jim with her seductive eyes. “Come for me, Jim… mmmmm… blow your load in my mouth!”

“Uhhh… are you ready for it baby?”

“I want to drink your hot, thick load, all of it” she panted.

Jim’s mouth was open, but he had no more words.

Misty knew she could make him come at any time. She was in total control and she loved it. She had played with him all she wanted. She had given everyone the show they wanted. Now it was time for her to get what she wanted. She really wanted his come. She grabbed his stalk firmly and began yanking his cock. After only a few strokes she knew he was only seconds away. She moved her head down and placed her lips over his flared tip. Her lips and hand worked together as she continued to jerk him faster and faster into her waiting mouth. Misty’s loud slurping noises filled the room. Nancy could feel her own heart beating faster and harder in wondering anticipation as she watched her friend. She fought the urge to finger her slit.

Jim’s groin heaved forward as he let loose his orgasm into Misty’s anxious mouth. She tried to swallow it all but it was too much, too fast. She gagged momentarily before she was able to relax and catch up with his sticky quantity. Cum filtered out from of the corners of her mouth and spilled in drips off her chin as she continued to swallow Jim’s slippery seed. Finally Jim had drained his full load down Misty’s throat. He collapsed backward to the couch exhausted and satisfied.

Misty continued to suck dotingly on his depleted tool, making pleasing lip smacking, and groaning noises that were audible to all present. Finally she was convinced she had collected every sweet drop. She pulled away. A smile radiated from her still wet lips.

“Oh Misty–that was awesome!” Jim said returning her smile.

“Mmmm…It’s my pleasure,” she said, wiping the last trickle of cum from her chin with the back of her hand.

Nancy was shocked. It all seemed surreal. Was this really happening or was this some kind of erotic dream. She was contemplating the possibility when she was startled by Misty’s voice.

“Hope you two liked the show over there,” She said seductively.

As the two girls made eye contact she noticed Misty’s eyes move to Nancy’s hand still fondling Barry’s bulge.

“Ohh, looks like he needs to get some air”, Misty said staring boldly at Barry’s erection in his jeans. Barry chuckled.

Nancy’s face was flush with embarrassment. Misty had really put her in an awkward position. What was she supposed to do now? The sexual tension in the room had become fever pitch. Nancy was hot and imagined she was going to sweat through her uniform.

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In the summer after my eighteenth birthday, I met Nick. He was a thirty-something who lived in our building. My parents had gone for their yearly European trip, and I had been left behind this year because I had college orientation during what would have been the last week of their trip.

Mooning and alone, with nothing to do for four whole weeks until my flight up west, I took to the pool to catch some sun. I had not bought new trunks in a while, and so my old ones were riding high on my legs.

Nick was already at pool, beer in hand, sitting back in a barca-lounger. His broad, smooth chest looked freshly oiled, his lightly tanned skin radiant. A thick and unruly mop of brown hair cascaded in lazy waves down his thin and smooth face. His gentle blue eyes looked me over.

“Hey Sandy,” he said. “Wanna beer?”

“Not old enough, Mr. Thomas,” I said, pulling off my old t-shirt and jumping in the pool. When I emerged again from the cool and chlorinated water, Nick was smirking at me.

“Saw your parents leaving earlier today. I won’t tell if you won’t.”

I started to refuse, but remember why I was here – ennui. “OK, sure,” I said, rising out of the water to walk over to his cooler. I bent down, plunged my hand inside the icy water, and pulled out a can. I popped the top and drank, sitting down on the pool side beside Nick’s chair.

“Nice shorts,” he quipped.

“They’re a little old,” I muttered, trying to pull them down to cover my bare and glistening thighs.

“I’ve got some more in your size if you’d like to borrow them.”

“I would,” I said. We sat our beers down on the table. Nick handed me a towel, and we walked across the parking lot to his apartment, third floor. Inside, I placed the towel on the back of a kitchen chair and followed him to his bedroom. He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of swim trunks. He tossed them to me.

A bikini top fell off the back of them and onto the ground.

“Oh, sorry,” he muttered, red-faced. He scrambled to pick it up. I got to it first.

“Nice,” I said approvingly, looking at the modest cup size. “A conquest leave this here?”

Nick snatched it from my hands. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he smiled.

“I would. I haven’t had any since Marcie and I split up.”

“Oh, she your girlfriend?” Nick asked.

“Hah, yeah, for a little bit,” I said. “We just couldn’t ever hit it off.”

Nick stashed the bikini top back away in his drawer.

“You can change in the bathroom if you want,” he said, turning and heading for the kitchen. I slipped open the door to the master bathroom.

“No not that” Nick began, rushing back into the bedroom.

“One,” he finished lamely as I stood inside a bathroom decked out in pink frills, white lace, and what I could only consider as a nicely-sized collection of makeup and perfumes.

Nick stared at the ground. I rounded on him.

“Yeah,” Nick said, an air of confession in his voice. “Sometimes I wear that bikini top.”

I looked at him again – the slim hips, narrow waist, smooth skin, longer hair… with the right lighting…

“I bet you make a hot piece of ass,” I said huskily.

“I do,” Nick giggled, in a high-pitched girly sing-song. “Wanna see?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

I sat on Nick’s bed as he primped and preened. In a few minutes, a bathing-suit wearing Nick emerged, one piece hugging his lithe form. Below his collar bone perched two nicely rounded lumps of breasts. He felt them in lazy circles.

“I’ve got some forms. I like to have tits.”

“Tits are nice,” I agreed. I couldn’t get over how nice his waist looked, so feminine and curved.

“OK,” Nick said. “I did it, now you?”

“Me?” I spluttered.

“Yeah. Look, I can see your dick through your shorts. Either I turn you on, or the thought of dressing up like this does. Which is it?”

I didn’t want to answer. “Nick,” I said, “what’s it anime porno like, being… girly?”

“The first time I did it was with a guy in high school. He dared me to dress up during truth or dare. I put on my mom’s bra and some high heels. I never felt so free in my life. Something was just right. I blew my friend that night, while dressed. I felt so slutty and perfect.”

Nick sat beside me on the bed. I could smell the perfume he was wearing, light and floral. He kissed on my neck. “Do you want me?” he asked.

I thought about it. The kiss felt good, but… friendly. “I don’t think I do. I want to be like you…”

Nick jumped up. “Then we have to get you out of these boy clothes and into something proper. Let me see what I have in your size.”

Three hours later, I was fully dressed and made up. I was never a hairy guy, but Nick insisted we take care of what little I had. My legs and chest now freshly shorn, Nick applied a generous amount of lotions and creams to my skin, making me soft and precious. He fitted me with a black and white polka dot bikini top and matching sarong that emphasized my hips.

“Jealous of those hips, girl,” he said in that same voice. I tried to mimic it.

“Oh stop. You’re the one with the great boobs!”

Nick smiled approvingly. “Your ass and my tits. The boys won’t be able to keep their hands off of us!”

“Boys?” I gulped.

“Oh you look too darling to keep all to myself. Let’s go out and scare up some dick.”

“Nick,” I said, returning to my normal voice. “I’ve… I’m not…”

“Gay? Who cares?” Nick said. “You’re a hot girl right now. Don’t you want to go all the way?”

The truth is, I kinda did. I looked at the pink glittery lipstick on my mouth and imagined it sliding up and down some guy’s shaft… and was instantly hard.

“God yes,” I muttered. “What is it about these clothes?”

“You like femininity,” he said. “Whether it’s you or someone else, it turns you on. And now you realize you can be the girl too.”

“Does it… hurt?”

Nick laughed. “What, getting fucked, is that what you’re saying?”

I stared at the ground. “Yeah.”

“Use lube, sweetie,” Nick said. “Lots of it, and go slow. Once he’s in, once you’re his, you’ll wonder what took you so long.”

And that’s how fate found Nick and myself at another pool a few complexes down, sunning ourselves, and checking out the local guys. Eventually, two of them, college boys by the look of it, broke away and chatted us up.

We made smalltalk for a while, me doing my best to keep my girlish voice in place. Then one of them asked my name.

“Oh, that’s Chandra,” Nick said. “I’m Nikki.”

“Chandra and Nikki,” he said. “I’m Dave, and this is Adam. It’s getting kinda hot out here, let’s head up to our place.

We followed them, sandals in hands, up the stairs to a well-furnished three bedroom. Nick and I sat on the couch, sipping our beers daintily, and listening as Adam and Dave busied themselves in the kitchen making more drinks.

“OK, confession time,” Nick whispered, leaning close. “I think they know we’re… our kind of girls.”

“How can you tell?”

“Because both of us have been sporting some fairly noticeable erections for some time.”

I looked down, embarrassed to see my sarong being tented. “Shit, my tuck came undone,” I whispered back.

“Oh, no need to be shy,” Dave said, coming to sit beside me. “A woman as beautiful as you, who cares if her clit gets a little excited?”

“My… clit,” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat. He was so close. I could smell the sun and salt on him. I leaned forward.

My lips met his. I surrendered, turning my face up to him. His hand reached around the back of my neck. His other hand stroked up my thigh. My arms fell to his waist, pulling us closer together. My nipples stiffened.

“First kiss as a girl?” he anne porno asked after we broke apart. I nodded.

“Let’s go to my room.” I looked over at Nick and Adam. Nick’s hand was already running up and down the front of Adam’s jeans.

“First time for a lot of things, I suppose.”

“Don’t worry,” Dave said, placing an arm around my waist and pulling me toward his bedroom. “I’ll teach you how to be my girl.”

The thought thrilled me. As soon as we got into his room with the door shut, I turned on him, pushing myself into his arms, my mouth seeking his again. This time his hands fell down my back and across my backside, lifting me up. My legs snaked around him, ankles crossing, locking onto him as he carried me to the bed.

He laid me down gently. My hair spilled out around me. My knees opened. I pushed them out wide.

“Not yet,” Dave said, waving a finger in my face. “A girl has to get ready first.”

I pouted. “Dave,” I said. “Tonight, I’m going to become a woman. Don’t keep me waiting.” I hooked a finger in the band of my bikini bottom and popped it against my skin.

Dave leaned down to kiss me again, a little deeper this time, his tongue exploring my mouth.

“Yes, that’s just wet enough.” He pulled me to my feet again, and unbuckled his belt with one hand.

Suddenly I knew what he wanted. I sank to my knees, pressing my cheek against his thigh, watching with anticipation and he opened his fly, slipped his shorts to the ground. His bulge was impressively large and smelled musky and intoxicating. My mouth opened. I reached my hand into the band of his shorts… and paused.

This was all crazy. I was dressed like a girl and about to blow a guy I had just met. Sure, he was handsome, with his short blonde hair and stubble and defined abs and oh God he was getting hard, his circumcised penis starting to swell.

My left hand rose to rub the shaft as I moved myself into a good angle to put the tip of it in my mouth. Without thinking, I began to do what girls had done to me, licking vigorously.

Dave tucked a hand under my chin. “Go slow. Taste me,” he said, and I did, letting my tongue play over the ridges and planes of his dick, flicking the mushroom of his head. My lips met as I kissed the side of his dick, sliding down to the base, where I inhaled the intoxicating musk of a man… my man.

Now I engulfed his penis with my mouth, taking care to keep my teeth away. Dave rewarded me with a gasp and a moan. I moaned around the thick cock in my mouth. This felt so right. So good. I began to bob up and down the shaft, leaving trails of slick saliva.

“Chandra,” Dave groaned. “Oh Chandra.” His hand came to rest lightly on the back of my head, gentle and insistent. My need for him rose.

I pulled off. “Please fuck me, Dave,” I said. “Make me a real girl.”

He held my chin in one hand. “Not until you’ve tasted my come,” he said. “You will earn the right to be fucked, Chandra.”

Smiling, I went back to my task, sucking and licking, fondling his heavy, semen-filled balls. That’s where it was. His stick come. The white reward for being his beautiful, sexy, slutty girl. I felt them tighten.

“I’m so close,” he said. I worked his shaft with my hand now, my mouth insistent, sucking, pulling at him.

“I’m going to come,” he said.

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, pushing myself down as far on his swelling cock as I could.

He exploded into my mouth, warm and salty. I kept working his shaft, pumping another shot into my throat. When I felt him subside, I looked up through my lashes.

“Chandra,” he said. “Oh… damn…” I stood, and opened my mouth.

“Not a drop remained.”

“Was I good?” I asked, biting my lip.

“The best.”

“Did I earn my right to be fucked?” I teased.

“I suppose I can make you a woman now.”

I laid back in bed, splaying my legs wide. I slipped arap porno the sarong off, leaving only the bikini bottom between me and my prize.

I slipped one hand in, past my own swollen and engorged… clit… and to the twitching opening to my ass… my… no… let’s call it what it is. My pussy. Where this man was going to fuck me.

“It’ll take me a moment to recharge,” Dave said, reaching into his night stand for a bottle of lube. “Now to get you wet.”

He pulled my bottom aside. He squirted a generous dollop of the lube on his hands, and began working it across my taint, teasing the outside of my hole with his fingers. I spread my legs wider and whimpered. He put his middle finger inside me. My hands closed over his, pulling him in deeper.

“Patience, patience,” he chuckled. “We’ve got all night.”

I didn’t listen. I kept pulling him deeper.

“Let me get a condom,” he said.

“Absolutely not,” I said. “I’m clean… you?”

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Then you are going to fuck this pussy right!”

He withdrew his fingers from me, and slipped my bikini bottom off. He reached around and untied the string on my top, setting my breasts free.

His mouth lowered to my tiny, erect nipple and began to lick and bite. I gasped.

“You do have nice tits,” he said.

“Thank you,” I giggled.

“But this ass!” He squeezed my left cheek. I felt his fingers dig in, and slide back toward my opening. I thrust toward him, and felt two fingers penetrate me this time, stretching me open a little more.

“Already so open and relaxed.”

“I was meant for this,” I said.

Dave mounted the bed, hovering over me, his arms planted to each side of my head. His penis was swelling again, back to its full length and impressive girth.

“Let me lube you,” I whispered. We sat up and I stroked him, applying the lube, remembering Nick’s first lesson.

When we were sufficiently wet, I pulled him on top of me again, kissing him deeply. His right hand fell to the small of my back, lifting my hips. My hands felt for my cheeks, pulling them apart, opening my pussy to the invading cock that was now pressing at my opening, pushing in, forcing me open.

I bit my lip and whimpered a bit. Dave knew he wasn’t hurting me. He was in tune with me. He pushed in further, and my cherry was popped. His head was inside me now, the lube slickening his thrust until I felt the coarse fur of his pubes pressed fully against my cheeks.

“I’m in,” he whispered. “I’m inside you. You’re my girl now.”

My legs closed about him. “Fuck your little girl, Dave. Fuck her good.”

And he did. Picking up his rhythm. We bucked together, my sweet and no longer virginal boy pussy rising to meet his insistent thrusts. My thighs felt so right gripping his torso, his mouth on mine, each of us moaning our pleasure into the other. I came soon, a thin jet of semen flowing between us.

“Squirted,” I giggled. On impulse, I clenched my ass muscles. He seemed to like that.

“Oh, Chandra,” he groaned. He thrust very deep within me. I knew this was it. I knew I was going to make him come.

And he did. More than before. Thick jets I could feel deep within me, within my pussy. Thick jets that made me feel so feminine and precious and desired. My legs parted, and after a moment, Dave withdrew from me. He helped me to the bathroom and let me clean up. After I had redressed, we went back out to find Nick and Adam sitting on the couch. Well, to Nick sitting on Adam, with Adam’s cock rammed up his ass.

“Didn’t mean to intrude,” Dave said.

“Watch and learn, new girl,” Nikki said, bouncing up an down on her lover. I was entranced by the sight of her feminine waist bouncing up and down, watching Adam’s thick dick disappear inside her, only to reemerge slick with lube and her juices. Soon Adam grunted, “Gonna come.”

Nikki slammed down on him, her lips locked on his neck, as his balls pulsed and he shot inside her, just like Dave had done to me.

Dave leaned over, “you’ll get your chance with Adam, too. We’re going to share you two sluts all night long.”

I licked my lips. It was going to be an interesting summer.

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First off, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m . . . older. Don’t ask my age, it’s impolite, rude really, but I will tell you I graduated high school in the early 70s. That should tell you all you need to know.

The good thing is I’ve never looked my age, Whenever I went out to a bar or club I got asked for my ID until I was in my 30s, where the people I hung out with got served while still underage. Hell, I remember one time three of us met for lunch and I was the only one of legal age and I was the only who got carded. Go figure.

I’m of average height, a little on the thin side but with enough curves in all the right places. My face is a bit angular but every one is always telling me how good looking I am. I don’t see it, but then again, I’m prejudice.

I’ve dealt with a lot of shit in my life but think I’m much stronger for it. It took a suicide attempt about ten years ago to bring things to a head.

I had taken a bunch of Percocet, 39 as a matter of fact, strange how I remember that number so clearly. Anyway, as I lay there on the couch I asked myself if this is what I really wanted and in a moment of clarity, I decided it wasn’t.

Long story, short, I called 911 was rushed to the hospital, made to drink a god-awful concoction of activated charcoal mixed with chocolate syrup to absorb the poisonous chemicals. It was so sickly sweet I wanted to vomit but they duly informed me if I did they’d just get more and I’d have to start over.

Needless to say, I forced myself to keep it down. From the Hospital I was sent to a in-treatment clinic in a neighboring community. The first day was really rough as I hadn’t had any sleep for the past 36 hours.

After that I buckled down and did what I needed to get the hell out of there. I’m pretty damn independent and have trouble with authority figures. I quickly came to the conclusion that I didn’t like it there, wanted to get out as soon as possible and never wanted to end up back there.

That’s not to say it was a bad place. The staff was fantastic and really helped me start to get my shit together. After the longest ten days of my life I was finally released to go home with the stricture I had to enter an outpatient program.

I eventually did (the last couple of days at the clinic I started to come down with something and it took three different courses of antibiotics to finally kick whatever damn disease I’d picked up).

I mention all of this because it ties in with the title character. After going through the process and coming out the other side in a much better place, I looked for a way to do something to give back, or pay it forward.

Shortly after being released from the outpatient program I saw a listing for becoming a Certified Peer Specialist. It seemed just what I was looking for.

I applied and got accepted and completed the intense two week course. Duly certified by the state, I went looking for a job. After looking around I was able to land a part-time position at the facility where I went for my outpatient treatment and where I still meet with my therapist.

I remember it clearly, I was walking down the hall to the room I would be using to meet with one of my clients when I spotted her.

Now I need to say up front, I’m not normally a fan of people who dye their hair strange colors. I really hate those people who do what I call the Easter Egg Dye job on their hair. All one monotone one color, looking like they dunked their head in a vat of dye.

But there was just something about the way hers was done that caught my attention.

First of all it was blue but not just any blue or totally blue. It went from white through a multitude of different shades from light blue to royal and other than that the color looked perfectly natural.

It floated and dance about her face in luscious waves, framing her features perfectly.

She was walking with someone else and chatting away happily or I would have made a comment about how beautiful I thought her hair was. I really was sorely tempted but let the opportunity slip by. Something I kicked myself repeatedly over.

Just as we were passing her eyes flitted over and met mine. I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. There was an instant connection, a visceral reaction, my stomach clenched, my heart began to race, my breath caught in my throat, my mouth went dry and yes, I felt my pussy spasm.

The thing was I was positive she felt something similar from the look in her eyes.

Then as quickly as it happened, it was over. She continued walking and so did I as I had my appointment to prepare for.

The thing was, I couldn’t get her out of my head. This surprised me as I’d never considered being attracted to another woman but there was just something about her that drove me to distraction.

I’ll admit that for the first time a couple of nights later I masturbated fantasizing about her as I lay in bed. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Every time I went to work I looked for altyazılı porno her but didn’t see her again.

Well my job there didn’t last that long. Did I mention I have problem with authority figures? Dealing with the clients was fine, dealing with the insane policies, petty politics and the egos of others made it impossible for me to continue working there.

Though I still went there one day a month for my own therapy appointments, I never saw her there again, though I still couldn’t get her out of my head.

The thing about living in a small town is that sooner or later you’ll usually run into just about everyone, and so it was with the Girl with the Blue Hair. In reality she was a young woman. I’m horrible guessing peoples ages and she could have been anywhere from her early twenties to approaching forty.

I was shopping at the local mega-mart when I heard this soft sweet voice behind me. “Hi, I hope I’m not being to forward, but I think I recognize you.”

Turning toward to voice I was stunned to see the girl with the blue hair. As soon as our eyes met, I felt exactly like the first time we laid eyes on one another.

I know I must have looked like a blithering idiot as my mouth opened and closed several times without making a sound.

She smiled and giggled, a sound so musical I almost melted right there in the aisle.

“Hi,” I finally got out, somewhat breathlessly. “I’m Stephanie but all my friends call me Steph” I introduced myself.

“Then I’ll definitely call you Steph,” she giggled. “My name is Samantha but all my friends call me Sam.”

“Pleased to meet you Sam,” I laughed.

“Would you like to go get a cup of coffee?” she asked shyly.

Like an idiot I almost blew it by giving my automatic answer. “I don’t drink coffee.”

I saw her crestfallen look and realized what I’d done. “But I can have a cup of tea or hot chocolate,” I hurriedly added, hoping I hadn’t blown it.

The way she immediately brightened warmed my heart and I deciding that the few things I hadn’t gotten yet could wait and we hurried to the checkout.

We didn’t say much, just kept exchanging glances and smiles. As fate would have it, we were parked right next to one another, I kid you not.

She suggested the local Starbucks but I’m not a fan of them and their overpriced swill so I suggested a small local coffee shop that was nearby.

Thankfully she agreed and she followed me as I led the way.

Fortune was smiling on me as we quickly found two parking spaces just a short way up the street from the little mom and pop coffee and tea shop I loved.

The atmosphere was much more laid back than that damn mass marketing giant in the center of town.

We walked inside and Martha, the older woman (I should talk) who owned the place with her husband Al, greeted me by name.

Now, normally, I sit in a back corner because it’s a little secluded and I usually don’t want to be disturbed except by Martha or Elena, the young nineteen year old who works there part time, when they come to give me a refill. But today I wanted to set my new friend at ease so I picked a table up front so we could people watch out the front windows.

Elena was there in an instant to take our orders. I ordered my usual pot of tea and when I say tea, I mean black tea made from the leaves of Camellia sinensis.

Yes, I know technically any infusion made from various other plant materials are teas but they’re not for me.

Sam ordered one of those pepperminty things and I guess I must have made a face or something, even though I tried hard not to, because she gave me that look. You know, that one with the appraising stare with one eyebrow arched up.

Normally I bristle when someone gives me that look, but on her it actually looked cute.

“Sorry,” I laughed with a smile. “Please don’t let my reaction deter you. I’ve just never been a fan of those teas,” I explained, emphasizing those.

Fortunately Sam didn’t take offense and giggled, which led to an interesting discussion on tea while we waited for our orders.

That allowed both of us to relax quite a bit and by the time our teas arrived, we were chatting away like old friends. Something that was a bit unusual for me as I don’t often open up to people so easily, usually having to come to know them much better before I share the details of my life with them.

As we sipped our teas, we got to know one another better, each giving an abbreviated history of ourselves.

Sam was a paralegal at a large well known firm in town. Her parents lived nearby and she had a brother and sister. The brother was almost ten years older than her and had moved out west a number of years ago. They weren’t close, just exchanging Christmas cards and birthday greetings.

Her younger sister was only eighteen and still lived at home with her parents.

The thing was, I just felt this connection with Sam, even going so far as to know what she was going to amatör porno say quite often. Something that still amazes me.

I was so comfortable with her that I admitted that I had thought about her often, though I did leave out the masturbation fantasies, I’m not stupid.

When she gave me a started look, I explained quickly, “Not in any stalker-ish kind of way. I just couldn’t get the image of you and your hair out of my mind,” I stammered defensively.

Sam smiled and giggled. “No, that’s not what I was thinking. The thing is I couldn’t get you out of my head either,” she explained, blushing slightly.

I reached out and covered her hand that lay on the table to give it a reassuring squeeze but as soon as I touched her, I felt this electric like shock. I was going to brush it off as my imagination or wishful thinking but I saw the look on her face and knew she had felt it too.

We stared at one another, this unbelievable tension hanging between us but before either of us could say anything, her cell phone rang.

The moment was lost as she grabbed her phone. “Crap,” she cried in annoyance as she looked at the screen. She gave me an apologetic look, appearing quite upset. “I’ve got to go. I forgot I have to pick up my sister,” she explained as she grabbed her purse.

I was frowning as I stared at the phone. Did I mention I hate the damn things.

She began to fumble for her wallet so I rolled my eyes at her. “I’ll get it,” I told her sympathetically.

She rose and I could see the reluctance in her eyes, I could tell she really wished she didn’t have to leave and truth be told, I didn’t want her to go either.

I quickly grabbed a napkin and pulled out a pen, jotting down my number. “Here, call me later,” I cried, thrusting the napkin into her hand.

Her look of relief was instantaneous. “I’ll call, I promise,” she gushed as she headed for the door, glancing back at me as she left.

I sighed as I watched her run by the window, wondering if she really would call or if I’d just end up being disappointed like I had been so often in the past. Sometimes I really hated Fate or whatever you wanted to call it.

I finished my tea and left a big tip for Elena, suddenly realizing what the looks she had been giving me meant. Too bad she was so young and looked younger still.

Fortunately Martha just smiled at me as I paid the bill, she could really be a mother hen when it came to Elena. I’ve seen her drive off some really annoying young men who were making fools of themselves.

By the time I got home I had convinced myself that I’d never hear from Sam again even after the way we seemed to connect. Sometimes the demons of my past liked to come back and torment me.

I nuked something for dinner, not caring what I had. I’d decided to have myself a good old funk and wasn’t going to be deterred.

After dinner I grabbed a book to read and settled down for the evening. Well because of the mood I was in I had a hard time concentrating on the book and I ended up fidgeting and ended up deciding to go sit on the porch and have a cigar.

Yes, I smoke an occasional cigar. I don’t care if you don’t like it, it soothes me and actually gives me two real benefits. First, because of some of the medications I take, I suffer from chronic dry mouth.

Smoking the cigars makes me salivate, sure I could probably get the same relief from other things but I like smoking the cigars.

The second benefit is that I have a condition called geographic mouth. Your tongue gets these irritated, raw areas that when looked at kind of look like a map of some island area or something.

They don’t know what causes it and they don’t really have a treatment. It isn’t life threatening or anything, it’s just annoying as hell. Any salty or hot thing you eat or drink irritates your tongue and stings.

The thing is, as long as I smoke the cigars it goes away. If I stop smoking, it comes back. I don’t question it, I just enjoy the benefit.

So there I was sitting on the porch puffing away on my cigar and the phone rang. I almost didn’t answer it or even look at it for that matter but then in a moment of weakness I glanced at the phone and saw “Mathews, S”.

I frowned and almost let it go to the answering machine because I didn’t recognize the caller but then because I didn’t want to deal with it later I answered the phone.

“Hello,” I said, sounding rather annoyed.

“Hi, this is Sam,” a sweet hesitant voice replied.

I was stunned for a moment, so much so Sam asked hesitantly, “Is this Steph?”

“What? . . . Oh, yes, this is Steph,” I stammered.

I was so taken by surprise that she had actually called, I felt like a fifteen year old getting her first call for a date.

“I’m so sorry I had to run this afternoon,” she apologized. “Sometimes I don’t know where my head is. I swear my mom is always telling me I’d lose it if it wasn’t attacked,” she sighed.

“Hey, no worries. I know what anal porno it’s like, believe me,” I replied, trying to set her at ease.

There was a slight pause before she continued.

“I — I was hoping to see you again,” she said softly and hesitantly.

I could really hear the vulnerability in her voice and it only reinforced the perception that this was all new for her too.

“I’d like that very much,” I reassured her.

Hearing that hesitancy and vulnerability calmed me.

“That’s great,” she replied, sounding relieved but then I could almost hear the wheels turning and I knew she was in uncharted territory. She didn’t know how to ask me out.

I smiled and took control. “Would you like to have dinner Friday night?” I asked calmly, though in reality my heart was racing.

“I’d love to,” she sighed in relief.

“Why don’t I pick you up,” I offered.

It was funny when I heard her gasp. “I — ah,” she stammered.

Thinking I may have pushed to hard I added “Or we could meet somewhere.”

“No, no, picking me up is fine,” she replied sounding a little unsure of herself.

She gave me her address and we started to chat a little when I heard her curse.

“Damn it. I’m sorry, but my mom is calling me. I bet I’m about to get another lecture about how irresponsible I am for being late picking my sister up,” she sighed.

“Don’t worry about it. If it helps, blame it all on me for kidnapping you this afternoon,” I chuckled sympathetically.

She giggled at that. “I just may do that,” she replied sounding quite amused.

“I’ll see you Friday, say seven?” I asked, as we hadn’t really finalized everything.

“Seven sounds great,” she sighed happily

“I’ll see you then and try not to let your mom get to you,” I smirked.

“I’ll try not to,” she chuckled. “Bye.”

After she had hung up, I was feeling one hundred percent better so I finished my cigar, went back inside and went to bed, where I dreamed of having dinner with Sam. Even better was the part of the dream about what we got up to afterwards.

I woke up the next morning feeling particularly horny after the erotic dream I had about Sam. All I can say is thank God for the shower massager, providing women with pleasure since 1974.

After a most satisfying shower I got dressed and went about my day. I went back the the mega-mart to pick up the few things I didn’t get because of meeting Sam and decided to treat myself by doing a little clothes shopping.

I purchased a really nice skirt in a beautiful medium blue and made of a light material that moved nicely when I walked. It fell to the middle of my calves and would go well with a pair of flats that I had. I was hoping the Sam would like it.

Normally I not much of a clothes hound and rarely dressed up any more but I really wanted to look nice when I took Sam to dinner. I knew I had a couple of nice light-weight sweaters that would pair well with it, all I had to do was choose what color I wanted to wear.

Friday I was a nervous wreck, wondering if I had read too much into the way Sam had reacted and maybe she didn’t have the same expectations as I did.

I mean I had never had a reaction to a woman the way I did with Sam so I was completely out of my element.

All I could eat at breakfast was a couple of pieces of toast with my tea, lunch wasn’t much better as I could hardly stand to look at food let alone eat anything.

By mid afternoon I was thoroughly disgusted with myself and gave myself a real harsh talking too. It did a world of good and I calmed down significantly. I still had an odd butterfly or two but I no longer felt like I was going to vomit any more.

A little before five I went in to take my shower. I’ll admit I took a longer one than I normally did, the hot water felt good and I let it ease the tenseness in my muscles.

I shaved my underarms and on a whim decided to shave my pussy. My pubic hair had always been rather sparse and with it graying, I thought it made me seem old. I was amazed how much I liked the results, with my mons and around my slit being so soft and smooth.

I was very tempted to explore that further but didn’t want to do anything that might detract from later in the evening, not that I was sure there was anything going to happen but one does have hopes sometimes and this evening was certainly one of those times for me.

I dried myself slowly, loving the feeling of the huge extra fluffy towel. Let me tell you, it felt really great rubbing over my now nude nether area. I knew that if I hadn’t been going out to dinner, I’d have been laying in my bed in a matter of moments frigging myself like crazy.

I glanced at the clock to see how much time I had and knew I had to start getting dressed if I didn’t want to have to hurry, something I wanted to avoid. I never feel I look my best when I rush.

I started with a red lace garter belt and then a pair of silk stockings in a champagne color with red trim. I loved the way they felt and looked, they should as they cost close to ninety dollars a pair. But they were one of the few luxuries I allowed myself, along with some really fine cigars and a superb Irish Whiskey named Tullamore Dew, its triple distilled and as smooth as a babies bottom as they say.

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