Dear Brit,

I just wanted you to know just how much I appreciated you when we met the other evening; how your charming smile and dancing eyes put me at ease and set my heart aflutter. You were impeccably dressed for the weather; tight, but comfortable, jeans, boots, full comfortable blouse and scarf…just enough to show off your petite body, yet retain a modest dignity about you. You and I met as equals, neither one dominating the conversation and both of us sharing our life’s experiences openly with each other. The meal was simple; you picking lightly as it you were conscious of your figure and not wanting to spoil the perfection I saw. Me, doing something I rarely did, partook of a salad and washed it down with a light textured brew. As you ate, your dimples showed as you looked coyly in my direction, emitting that hint of a devilish grin as we got to know each other. Alas, our time was short, but not in vain…the hints of naked sensuality and raw sexuality you showed definitely caught my attention and my heart. A soft, fleeting kiss, your eyes fluttering as wrested our lips from each other. We parted, both thinking of promises spoken and unspoken as we went our separate ways. Alas, we shall meet again.

You talked of your past experiences, what you like and what you’d like to do to me when I return. I spoke of a future relationship where you can come out of your shell, be the “you” deep inside instead of behind a façade of the “slutty tranny”, where you can surrender yourself to someone who wants nothing else but to bring you security and the pleasure it can bring. Super short miniskirts and low cut blouses that show your very kissable décolletage are in the past now, with me preferring the sexy lady that I first visioned when you walked through the door; wanting you for your mind as much as your body.

What does the future hold for us…let me postulate. When I next visit you will be the object of my pleasure instead of you pleasuring me. You will be the one receiving the light kisses on the neck, ears and eyelids; having your body stroked and caressed, being brought to the pinnacle of exotic and erotic pleasure with no thought to what you feel you have to do to pleasure me. A chance to lay back and allow yourself to be worshipped for the inner person, not the outer façade. Let me elucidate for you.

We stroll back to my hotel room and, once crossing the threshold, embrace- your petite body pressing eagerly against my teddy bear like frame. You come up to just under my chin, so I kiss the top of your head as I gently knead your neck and shoulders. I lean down and take one of your delicate ears between my lips and nibble lightly, gently breathing on it and whispering your name. You have come to me dressed down, comfort meaning more to me than blatant sexuality. My fingers flex, digging lightly into your muscles as you turn you head to the side and upward anticipating my lips pressing to yours. I lightly move to you, bağcılar escort lightly caressing your eyelids and nose with my lips before I end the journey at your pouty mouth. We lock ourselves together, tongues dueling frantically in the aftermath of the teasing and anticipation.

Your hands immediately drop to my zipper, feeling for the treat contained therein. I lightly divert them to your breasts, letting your fingers explore yourself and allowing mine to follow, directing them to lightly caress and pinch your budding nipples through your clothes. My hands drift around you and journey lower, stroking your lower back in that special spot at the base of the spine that sends tingles deep inside your pelvis. Your breath quickens and your chest heaves slightly with an irregular pace as you start to let yourself go. My fingers journey up your spine, as if singly counting your vertebrae as they rise, finding those special pressure points that stimulate your body. I move you backwards toward the bed, your knees hitting it and allowing me to bend your body across the bedspread. I lay beside you, reaching over and caressing your chest just inches below those inviting breasts.

Your breathing is beginning to quicken as my hands circle lower across your flawless stomach to the top of your jeans. You reach over and pull my fact to yours, hand behind my head, drawing me to lure of your full lips. I resist your direction, instead licking at the base of your throat and up to your chin, eliciting a whimper of desire from you. My hands are busy, withdrawing the ends of your blouse from the jeans and using my one hand to slip the buttons from their holes, slowly exposing your lightly tanned skin to my gaze. As my hand works upward towards your pear shaped breasts goosebumps appear on your arms and chest, accentuating your desire. My hand slips your bra open and exposes what can only be defines ad perfection, stiff nipples standing proud from your B cup breasts. My lips drift from your neck to that special spot between your breasts and I drag my tongue across it as you clutch my head tighter to your chest. My hand then goes to the breast furthest away and gently circles it, lightly squeezing it to the rhythm of your heartbeat as my lips close in on the rosy nipple of the breast closest to me. You let out what can only be described as a groan of pleasure as I suckle on your breasts, alternating between light biting and strong sucking.

Your body arches off the bed when I slip my lips across your stomach towards your sex, hips gently thrusting upwards towards my face as it drifts lower. I slip my hand under the waistband of your jeans and start to feel the heat emanating from the treasure hidden there. Frantically, you pull at your belt and top button, exposing yourself to me and slipping them off your butt. I assist, and pull them off your legs, noting how smooth they are and sliding my hands across güngören escort them as I pull them off, then sliding my hands back up your legs to the treasure hidden at the juncture of your thighs. The anticipation is palpable as I let my eyes drift up to your panties and the wet spot that is starting to show on their front. I kiss my way from your toes to your thighs, paying special attention to those special spots inside the ankle and at the back of the knee, pausing to lick and suck as I make my journey. I eye the outline of your sex, and my mouth starts to water with eagerness as I free you from the panties. I slowly lick, nibble and suck my way up your sex, seeing you moisten and start to drip. You are hard and throbbing with each heartbeat as I slowly descend over the tip, savoring your offerings.

My warm mouth belies the pleasurable sensations as you rotate your hips to get deeper access. I deny you access and instead shower the length with open mouthed kisses and drag myself down to your slack ball sack, taking each one into my mouth as I seek out your receptacle of pleasure with my fingers. I work myself back up your boy clit and take you in my mouth again, this time countering your thrusting by taking you deeper and deeper as I explore you deeper with my fingers. As I find that special place inside you, I feel your cock expand and contract with the rhythm of my fingers and hear your ragged breathing. Your hands find my head again and push it down on your sex, seeking to find that point where the tip enters the tight confines of my throat. I swallow and take you deeper, feeling you pass my gag reflex to lock yourself in my throat. My fingers are doing their magic inside you, crooking and stroking that special spot that triggers the unstoppable slow of your juices.

I feel the head expand and contract rapidly and stiffen as the nectar flows upward on its inevitable path. One, two, three flexes of your hips in time with the flow of your seed as I suck it from your body, savoring the taste and texture, as your hips lower themselves to the bed. You are exhausted, not having cum for several weeks, and every nerve and muscle in your body relaxes. You moan as I withdraw my fingers, then pull me up to your level. We share a gentle kiss, transferring your seed from my mouth to yours and then each swallowing, sharing that most intimate gesture of bonding. I pull you to me, cradling your body in mine, and lightly caress your sweaty body as I shelter you in my arms as sleep overtakes us.

It seems like we had been asleep for hours, but a look at the clock showed that we were out of it for only a few minutes. I feel a wetness on my cock and look down into the deep eyes looking back up at me. You are flicking your tongue over me with feather-like licks and stroking me to hardness. I am responding to your ministrations with enthusiasm and soon reach full tumescence, the large mushroom fulya escort shaped head throbbing in time with my heart as you draw me into your mouth. Your hand s are busy, one tickling my balls and the other probing my ass. I groan as your finger slips inside me, and I cannot hold it any longer. I tell you I am going to cum and you respond by thrusting your finger deeper and sucking me harder. Muscles tighten and tendons stand out on my neck as my blast hits the roof of your mouth and I see by the rapid action of your throat that you are swallowing my nectar. A little makes its way around the corners of your mouth as you smile at your work, and you crawl, catlike, up my body till we are laying face to face, body to body, and cock to cock. I reach out with my tongue and gently lick the corners of your mouth, cleaning you up as we share our mutual satiation.

About an hour later we stir, my hand over your semi flaccid cock, gently stroking it and bringing you out of your sexually induced stupor. You cuddle closer and pull me to you, opening your legs to allow me entrance. I am hard now and slowly enter your most holy of holies, gently thrusting deeper and deeper as we spoon. You turn your head to me and we share a deep, soul searching kiss, breathing quickening and hearts beating faster. I take the opportunity to let my tongue and mouth caress your neck at that special spot just behind your ear, then let it travel down your neck and gently bite your shoulder. I pull you towards me as I bite; forcing myself deeper into you with slow, gentle strokes that bring you back to life. You are getting hard again, responding to my gentle thrusting and my hand wrapped around your length. You reach behind yourself, finding my hips and pulling me deeper into your molten core and rolling your hips to heighten the sensation. We move with the rhythm of a long term couple familiar with each other’s body signals and in tune with our emotions.

After a few minutes of spooning, I turn you over and face you, pulling out briefly to change positions. I pull your legs around me, facing you, and re-enter your body. I see a questioning look in your eyes and without asking, I answer that I want to see your face, look deep into your eyes and share a deep kiss when we cum together. On hearing that, you flex your muscles and stroke me deeper into you as we share our passion. As I get closer, I speed up my pace and you respond by meeting my thrusts with yours. You are hard again and sandwiched between our bodies, creating a form of frottage with your cock as we thrust against each other.

I look into your eyes and they tell me you are also close. I move my lips to yours and we kiss deeply, breathing in a synchronized dance of passion as we make love. I stiffen and thrust deeper; your eyes open wide and your cock begins to throb and squirt over your stomach and chest, and we climax together…the sensation sealing our love for each other. I start to soften and we share those special featherlight kisses with each other, nibbling and biting each other as we come down from our endorphin high. Giggling and lightly stroking each other we both know that this will not be the last time we share our desires.

Needless to say, I am smitten and can’t wait till we can meet again.

Love, Me

I recommend that you read the other parts of the series to see how Danny and Heather Ann ended up here. This story has more cross dressing than some of the others in the series but it also combines it with the need for love, understanding and acceptance.

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I awoke early the next morning in the soft light of dawn but it took me a few seconds to realize where I was. It hit me in a rush that I was in a hotel room, wearing a white lace baby doll, sleeping next to my new wife who was wearing an identical baby doll and whose anal virginity I had taken a few hours ago. It seemed so surreal but the beautiful lingerie I was wearing seemed real enough and so did Heather Ann next to me, so it had to be real.

On a whim I started kissing Heather Ann’s neck and she instantly responded.

“Oh that is the absolute best wake up call in the world.” she said sleepily as my hands started to roam her lingerie clad body. Her nipples were already hard buds and she moaned as my fingers brushed over them.

“And I am not the only one awake now” she giggled as she pressed her ass into my hardening cock.

Her baby doll was conveniently open below her large breasts, allow easy access for my hands to roam over her soft stomach and lower to the g-string covering her now hairless pussy. She moaned as I traced her labia through the thin material.

“Yes, just like that, oh more plea…” as she was cut off in mid sentence as I grazed her clit.

“Don’t tease me Danny any longer. Make love to me now please. I need your cock inside me.” her voice cracking with desire as she handed me the bottle of lube from the bedside table.

I covered my myself with the slippery fluid as Heather Ann slipped off her g-string. I lifted her leg as I eased into position beside her and slowly eased my cock into her waiting vagina. We had made love twice before we went to sleep so it slipped in without effort.

“I will never get tired of feeling you inside me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too darling.” I replied as I gently pistoned in and out of her silky vagina.

Then it was Heather Ann’s turn to surprise me. “I want to get on top so I can see you.”

We did this often so we were practiced in switching positions without my cock even slipping out of her vagina. Finally we in position with Heather Ann straddling me, the full length of my cock buried in her pussy. She was a dream in her white lingerie and it was very sensual to feel it brush against my skin, and even more sensual to feel it brush against the identical lingerie I was wearing. She put her hands on my chest and began to trace it through the delicate lace.

“We have to do some shopping. You have lots of lingerie, but this afternoon I am taking you for a bra fitting and we are going to get matching bras. And you might see other pretty under things there as well. Do you like the sound of that darling?”

I could only croak a “Yes” because of the lump in my throat.

With that she went wild, bucking on my cock like a wild animal. I was thankful the bed wasn’t against the wall of another room because it sounded like it was going to go through the wall.

“Oh yes, here I cuuuuummmmmmm!” Heather Ann screamed as I felt her vagina tighten around me “Oh fill me with your hot husband cum, now Danny, cum with meeeeeeeee!”

The plans she had for me, the way she was talking and her feeling of her vagina were too much and I felt my cock erupt into her. Still she continued to bob up and down, turning my cum into froth coating her labia and inner thighs.

“Oh Heather Ann, please stop, it’s too much, I’m too sensitive. I don’t know if I can stand it.”

But still she persisted until without warning another orgasm crashed through her body and she collapsed on my chest. I held her for several minutes in my arms, tracing the lace of her baby doll across her back and sides.

Eventually she rose on unsteady legs and went to the bathroom, returning a minute later after she had cleaned up. She made a show of retrieving her g-string, bending so that I could clearly see the cleft of her pussy before pulling the tiny garment back over her hips. Satisfied she crawled back into bed and we drifted off to sleep for another couple of hours.

When we awoke again sunlight was streaming in through the windows and we reluctantly rose to get ready to check out. Heather Ann wore the same lingerie had worn for our wedding and asked me to help with the clips of her garter belt. I was only too glad to help attached the lacy straps to the silky material of her stockings.

“Perhaps we can buy one for you too” she whispered, “I can see how much you like mine.”

Satisfied she stood and with a wink pulled a blue thong over her hips and her garter.

She had chosen a blue bralette and panties for me as well. “His and hers” she said with a laugh.

Heather Ann has always encouraged my love of lingerie and need to wear it, but this was different. She was taking an active role in dressing me, picking out what she liked. That was bahçelievler escort different, and very exciting.

Soon we were at the front desk with the same clerk had checked in. As Heather Ann paid the bill she made the usual small talk, askinwg if we enjoyed our stay, etc. When we said that we did, the clerk winked and then we were off to get ready for our honeymoon.

“I made us a private appointment at the lingerie boutique for after hours because that is when they serve male customers, so what do you want to do?”

I had one thing on my mind but that was generally frowned upon in public.

“Lets have lunch and then just do some window shopping. I think we can kill most of the afternoon that way. Sound like a plan?” I asked holding my arm out for Heather Ann.

“That sounds like a marvelous way to spend an afternoon with my husband.” she said brightly as she took my arm.

We did all the silly things you would expect from newlyweds. We walked and shopped. We fed each at lunch. I bought her an ice cream cone and immediately regretted it because she put on an exquisite show of licking the cone like she licked my cock. I had to adjust my pants several times.

“You’re going to make me rip my panties like that, you wicked woman.” I whispered

“And if you do we will just get you some new ones.” she said matter of factly “Or you can go commando if you want. I prefer you with panties on though.”

As we were walking by one particular store I stopped mid- stride and stared at a beautiful dress in the window. It was a bold black and white print, sleeveless with a billowy skirt just a bit above the knee. It looked pretty and flirty but sophisticated at the same time. And I thought it was just long enough to wear with stockings or a garter belt if you were careful.

“Do you like it?” I asked “I think it would look amazing on you”.

“It looks fabulous. Lets go try it on!” she said enthusiastically.

We quickly found the clerk in the deserted store and she found a dress in Heather Ann’s size.

We chatted a little bit as we were walking to the dressing room

“Take your time” she said with a wink, “we aren’t busy this afternoon. If you need any help just let me know.”

“Are you joining me?” Heather asked innocently as she stepped into the dressing room “I may need some help.”

Who was I to turn down my wife?

Heather Ann was wearing a white cotton sundress in a flower print so I undid her zipper and helped her get it over her head, leaving her clad in her beautiful lingerie. She was always a sight to behold.

She saw me looking and smiled. “Help me with the new dress?”

I helped her slip the dress over her head and did up the up the zipper as she held her hair. It was stunning on her.

“What do you think? She asked as twirled, the skirt billowing to show the tops of her stockings.

“I love it. It looks fantastic on you.”

“There’s is just one more thing I need to check” she said as she got on her knees and reached for my crotch “I need to see how it looks when I give my husband a blowjob.”

Pushing me back against the wall she undid my pants and freed my cock from my panties.

“Ummmm, just the way I like it” she moaned before she opened her mouth and engulfed my hard cock.

She bobbed back and forth and she took as much of my cock in her mouth as she could. I moaned as her tongue kept hitting the sensitive spot on the underside of the head. She bobbed back and forth, making obscene sucking noises that sounded very loud in the confines of the dressing room.

Pulling out of my mouth she began to lick the head of my cock exactly like she did the ice cream cone, all around, not missing an inch. Then, making a tight O with her lips she started to push my cock back into her mouth, The tight seal of her lips felt like a rubber band, constricting me and making my knees buckle. Again and again she forced the tight seal of her lips over the head of my cock.

I was in heaven but she was too good and I felt my balls tighten after only a couple of minutes.

“No, no, no, not yet.” she moaned with a mouth full of cock.

Pulling out, she began to lick all over, then taking my balls into her mouth, one, then another.

“Ohhhh yeeeahhh” was all I could moan.

Then she did something new. Sticking her tongue out she began to grind the tip of her tongue into the head of my cock. I had never felt anything so intense in my life and it sent me over the edge.

“Oh yes honey, here it comes. You are the best cock sucker in the whole world.” I moaned just loud enough so that anyone listening would hear.

Heather Ann responded by taking as much of me in her mouth as she could as I felt my cum squirting from the tip of my cock. Four times in quick succession Heather Ann grunted as the load of cum she was coaxing from my cock squirted down her throat.

At the same time I heard a gasp outside the dressing room door.

“That was a big florya escort load you had. I was afraid I was going to drown” she said with a laugh, then at a whisper “I think Joanna enjoyed listening as well.”

I just smiled and nodded.

Heather Ann took her time getting dressed to give Joanna a chance to make a retreat to the rest of the store. It was exciting to think was masturbating outside of the door as me wife gave me a blowjob.

“Hi Joanna, we will take the dress. I absolutely love it!” Heather Ann said brightly as we emerged back into the main part of the store.

She walked over, still flushed and a little wobbly.

“It’s been a very slow day, so I am glad that you came in.” she said a little breathlessly as handed us the shopping bag. Suddenly she turned blood red with embarrassment as she moved behind the counter to the front door. She had forgotten to unlock it for us!

“Please come again” she said quickly, not making eye contact as she removed the Back in 5 Minutes sign from the door as well. I smiled at the double entendre but Joanna wasn’t making eye contact so I’m not sure if it was intentional.

We scurried out, leaving Joanna to her embarrassment.

“That was fun” Heather Ann said simply, as we continued along our way.

As it got closer to five I felt the butterflies get bigger because this was something I had dreamed about.

“Are you excited honey?”

“Actually I’m more nervous than anything. You’re the only one who knows, and it’s a big step to do something like this.”

By this time we were in front of the store. I took a deep breath and walked in. My butterflies instantly went away as I looked around the store. The sight of the beautiful bras and panties in all colours and patterns took my breath away. I was in heaven. I’m not even sure where Heather Ann was.

I was broken out of my reverie by the sound of a voice in front of me. I looked up to see a young blonde woman standing in front of me.

“You must be Danny. I’m Alyssa and I am going to take care of your fitting this evening. I’ve been fitting Heather Ann for a couple of years and she asked that I take care of you.”

“Nice to meet you Alyssa.”

“The fitting area is in the back, so if you would like to follow me we will get started.”

I nodded and followed. By this time Heather Ann had reappeared and she followed as well.

“The first thing we need to do is measure you and figure out your size” she said as she pulled a tape measure from her pocket “Take off your shirt please.”

I did and I stood there in my bralette, unsure what to do.

“Just relax. We see more men here than you might think. I’m going to take two measurements. The first one is of your chest and is your band size. The other will be your cup size.”

I stood there, trying to keep my knees from knocking together as she measured me, and then rechecked to see that it was okay.

“Okay, looks like you are a 42B. We don’t carry a big selection in that size but we do have a couple of styles. I’ll be right back.”

She returned with three bras and I stood transfixed. I was going to own my own bra. I had spent years gazing at the fabrics and colours, and now it was coming true. I almost fainted when I realized one was the bra that Heather Ann was wearing.

“Can I try them on?”

“Of course”

I reached for the bra but Heather Ann pushed my hand away. She picked the blue bra identical to the one she was wearing and facing me wrapped it around my chest. Reaching around she hooked it and pulled it into place. Gently she took me arms and helped me arrange the straps over my shoulder.

It felt amazing. Looking in the mirror I was transfixed. I had my first bra!

I was in heaven. The bras fit perfectly, but that meant I had a choice to make. I didn’t want to decide. Heather Ann decided for me.

“We’ll take all three. We are off for our honeymoon so Danny needs more than one.”

Alyssa wasn’t fazed. “We have matching panties and garter belt for the blue one if you are interested. The panties come in a thong and a brief.”

“Yes, please, the briefs. And stockings as well. And I will keep the bra on.” I said very quickly.

I looked over and Heather Ann was smiling from ear to ear

“Excellent. I will get those things for you and put together a parcel. While you are waiting, please feel free to look around.”

I did and saw so many beautiful pieces of lingerie. I was entranced. I had bought lingerie by mail order and had never had this opportunity before. Then I saw two pieces that I knew I couldn’t do without. This first was the black see through robe that Heather Ann loved so much. The other was a full length red silk nightdress with lace trim. I quickly looked for my size and was thrilled to find that they had both of them in he size I needed. I quickly took them off the rack and added to the lingerie on the counter.Heather Ann just smiled at me.

Alyssa returned with my bras and other bayrampaşa escort lingerie and before I knew it, we were out of the store with me holding an enormous shopping contained my new lingerie. More importantly I was wearing a bra in public for the first time. I was a little self conscious of the bumps in my shirt.

Then I heard Heather Ann’s phone go off and she mutter “Aw fuck.”

“What’s wrong darling?”

“Our flight got cancelled and is now rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Damn it.”

“That’s okay, we just won’t spend any time in New York like we had planned.”

Then she just smiled at me. “Oh well, I guess we are going to have to go home so you can model your new lingerie for me.”

Excited? That does not even cover what I was feeling. I practically pulled the lock off the front door to get to our bedroom. With shaking hands I started taking everything out of the shopping bag. Garter belt and panties. Stockings. Robe. Night dress. My other two bras.

Heather Ann smirked at me “Why don’t we get some of this new lingerie on you?”

“Will you help me?” I asked, my voice quivering.

She just smiled as she took the garter belt off the bed. It was surreal to see my wife helping me with my lingerie in the exact same way that I helped. She slipped it around my waist and did up the clasp on the back. Taking one stocking she slipped it over my leg, taking the time to run her fingers over the thin nylon. With infinite care she attached the clips of my garter bed. Then she did the other leg, with the same care.

“Now for your panties” she cooed, “But I think you need to push them to the side because you are a little bit excited.”

She grabbed a tissue to wipe up some of the precum that was oozing from my cock before she slipped the blue panties up over my legs. Gently she manipulated my cock to keep my new panties from getting precum on them and then I was fully dressed in lingerie. Scratch that. Me and my wife were dressed identically in lingerie.

We stood and stared at each other, neither one of us wanting to break the mood of this moment. I’m not sure what Heather Ann was thinking but I was entranced. The feel of the lingerie against my skin, seeing Heather Ann in identical lingerie, it was amazing. Heather Ann spoke first.

“I love you Danny. And I want you to be your true self. I can see from your face that you are totally happy.”

“I am. I so am.”

“I’m going to make love to you tonight like you do to me. This is your night honey.”

I didn’t say anything but I sat on the bed as Heather Ann sat behind me. She kissed the back of my neck and all of the strength went out of me. I twisted my neck to give her better access as she began to pepper small kisses all over my skin. I moaned as I felt her hands on my chest feeling me through my bra. I almost passed out with joy as I felt her fingers on the clasp. Slowly she pulled my bra down over my arms and flicked it aside, taking care to slide her fingers down my arm as well. I had imagined that moment my entire life. Her hands left me and she pulled back to unhook her own bra and flick it aside.

I moaned as she pressed by breasts into my back, making small circles to tickle me with her big, hard coral nipples.

Her hands were on my chest, feeling me all over as she continued to kiss my neck. Gradually her hands traced lower until she was running her fingers over my nylon clad legs. Then slowly and delicately she ran her fingers down the length of my cock. I gasped as she ran a finger over the head. All the while she continued to kiss me and grind her breasts into me.

I was harder than I had even been in my life and it took every bit of will I had to not cum from Heather Ann’s touch.

“More Heather Ann. Now I know what it’s like when I make love to you. This is absolutely amazing.” I was putty in her hands and I would have done anything for her at that moment.

She responded by covering her fingers in the precum oozing from the cock and rubbing it all over. Then, with infinite care, she began to slowly jerk me off. I gasped she ran her fingers of the head of my cock. Without warning she stopped. I turned to see her smiling at me.

“I think it’s time you were inside me. Lie down.”

I did as she requested and we smiled as her hands went to the waistband of my panties. Still careful to not get precum on them, she pulled them down my legs, leaving me clad in my garter belt and stockings. She stood and removed her own panties before coming back to the bed to straddle me. Taking my cock in her hand she guided me to the entrance to her vagina and eased down.

“Ooooooooooooohhhhhh” she moaned as she slowly took the full length of me into her vagina. When I was fully inside she bent to me and kissed me passionately on the lips.

“I love you.” she said with a smile as I wrapped my arms around her to hold her tight.

We lay there, joined as one, for what seemed like a joyful eternity . Heather Ann knew I was a cross dresser but and I had worn women’s underwear for years, but for the first time in a long time, perhaps my entire life, I felt comfortable in my skin. I never felt closer to her than at that moment as I held her next to me.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly Heather Ann began to wiggle her hips, a side to side motion that massaged her vagina around the entire length of my cock.

Dressed in pink

Another hotel room, several days later, this one courtesy of a conference he is attending. The excuse to my wife of another business trip away isn’t wearing thin. Yet.

Mid-afternoon. He arrives first, I show up a short time later. He has to pop out to pick up a security tag for the first workshop which is in an hour or so. I have time to prepare.

As the door closes behind him, I open my case to reveal my latest purchases. The garter belt, always first on, is a luscious pink with delicate lace detail. The suspender straps hanging from it are black, adding an air of the devil to them. I love how sensual it makes me feel. The stockings are a slightly lighter pink, topped with dusty pink lace. I carefully stretch them over my knees and clip them expertly to the belt.

The babydoll is delicate and dainty – in a similarly flirtatious pink. It hugs my body closely, two darker ruffled areas cover my nipples while the lace mesh doesn’t quite reach my waist. I pull it on and revel in the feeling of sexiness.

The panties are last to be manoeuvred up my legs. Crotchless, allowing my boy-clit to peep out, they too are an erotic shade of pink. All together I look like a slut in heat. And that is exactly what I am.

I climb on to the bed and position myself facing the doorway. Hands held above my head and knees together, twisted to my left. I am ready for his return.

He is back within a few minutes clutching the tag. As he places it on the desk he becomes aware of me on the bed and hesitates, visibly excited. I stare at him and slowly open my right leg to show him the panties. As I fully open my legs, I am spread before him, presenting. He emits a low growl as he walks towards the chair and starts by discarding his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. I move my legs back together and lift up my ass to pull the panties down to my ankles. I pull them off my left leg but leave them them hanging from my right ankle. I slowly open my legs again so he can see my boy-pussy. I reach to my side for the lube and apply it smoothly to my passage. I eagerly watch him start to take off his pants.

Suddenly, my phone rings. Damn, I hadn’t turned it off. I reach for it on the side table and see it is my wife. Usually we text or message so this must be urgent. I decide to answer, turning away from him. After we exchange pleasantries, my wife explains she can’t find something on our shared computer. I begin to describe where the offending items are when I hear him approach the side of the bed. I half turn as he clambers on and I am suddenly face to face with his raging hard-on.

I warn him off with my eyes as I continue to talk but he continues to push towards me, pressing his tip against my lips. As a matter of habit I open them and start to suck his shaft, feeling a buzz pass through me. I suddenly remember myself and quickly try to explain I am sucking a sweet. He pushes forward again and I suck him in, eager to taste him. This is impossible! Reluctantly I turn away and try to wrap up the conversation.

He climbs off the bed and moves towards its end. Leaning across he grabs my legs forcefully, pulling me across the sheets, my babydoll caught underneath me. He positions his rock hard cock at my entrance and pushes my legs forward so as to line me up. As I frantically shake my head, I say into the phone, “I’m sorry I have to goOOOOOOOOOOO” at bebek escort the exact time he plunges deep into me. I arch my back and my eyes almost burst from my head. “I’ve stubbed my toe” I shout into the phone, “I’ll call you baAAAACCCCKKKKK”, as he drives into me again. I press the button to end the call and drop the phone to the side. I look up and I see the pure animal lust in his eyes as he jackhammers into me. I have never felt him so long, so thick and so strong. He pulls out to the tip and smashes deep into the hilt again and again and I moan fervently with pleasure.

After several minutes where I approach the most delirious state of joy I have ever experienced, he pulls out and walks back to the chair, sitting down with his rod standing incredibly tall. I am empty again and I jump up eager to be filled once more. In a few seconds I am positioned with my back to him and his tool touching my hole. This time it is my turn to plunge down on him, using my legs to lift myself up until he is almost out and then swiftly driving down so he impales me fully. My moaning is constant as every down stroke generates a feeling of delight and desire.

We continue in this state of near euphoria until I hear him start to breathe deeply and buck upwards at me. He is close. As I finish a down stoke, he grabs my waist and I grind my ass into his lap. He holds me there for a few seconds then lifts us both off the chair, still keeping his shaft inside me. He pushes me forward, my knees buckle and I slip to the floor, arms outstretched so I end up on all fours. He has managed to follow me down, his tip almost leaving me but staying just inside my hole. He pitches into me fully again, as far as he can go and I arch my back with the force, moaning loudly. It only takes a couple of minutes before I hear him start panting. He is ready. I turn my head and locate his eyes with mine. I smile and softly say just five words. “Please come in my mouth.”

He pulls out and I feel the instant emptiness. He moves quickly round to my front and I rock back immediately onto my heels in readiness. As he thrusts his cock forward I tilt my head backwards and open my mouth wide. He is almost too late as his first shot hits my left cheek and the second lands on my bottom lip. He adjusts his aim and sends the rest of his milk directly into the centre of my mouth. As I swirl it round, I place my hand on my boy-clit. I fix my eyes on his again, open my mouth and allow the creamy semen to slowly slide out, on to my lips, down my chin and splash on to the front of my babydoll. I pump myself, coming almost immediately and oozing slowly out on to the carpet.

I sit back, sated. But he has other ideas. He seizes my hand and pulls me up. I’m confused as he leads me quickly to the bathroom, where we enter and he takes a towel from the rail. Throwing it to floor he gestures to me to kneel on the towel. I still have a baffled look on my face as I take up the position. As he moves forward holding his now diminishing cock, I understand. I open my mouth again for him, as wide as I can. The warm torrent begins, initially directly down my throat and then as I gulp, flooding in my mouth. Some even splashes on to my chin, mixing with the cum and slushing down on to the babydoll front. Once he is done I lean forward and suck the last salty drops from his slit. I rock back again and close kurtuluş escort my eyes in wonder and satisfaction. In the distance I can hear my phone ringing.

—

Forty minutes later he has showered and changed. I have lain on the bed, the badydoll front damp and gooey, the cum caked and dried on my cheeks and chin for the whole time. I have two missed calls and several indignant messages. He walks over to me, kisses me lightly on the lips and walks to the door to leave for the workshop. Once the door closes I pick up the phone and stand up. I dial the number and immediately launch into an effusive apology. Even in the time I have had to think I haven’t come up with much that’s plausible, but I pray it will suffice. I have only uttered a few words when the door opens again. He strides in towards the desk and picks up the forgotten tag. As he turns and looks at me, he stops. I suddenly see that fire again in his eyes. He places the tag back down slowly and moves towards me.

I back away. Not again! He unzips and I am shocked to see his cock is already firming up. He starts to stroke it rapidly and steps towards me. I back away further, eyes glowering but he reaches me and spins me around. At the same time he pushes the small of my back down so my legs splay out and my ass moves down level with his rod. I reach forward for support, putting my hand on the wall. I am frantically apologizing again as he rips into me in one motion, “I’m sorry I have to go agaAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN” I blurt out, immediately pressing the end call button and then the off button. I let the phone drop to the floor and move my hand up to the wall to join the other. He pistons into me like a relentless machine. Over and over. He fucks me deeply and strongly and I arch my back and moan non-stop. He is clearly in a hurry and he pounds me without a pause until he finally fires jet after jet of sperm into my hole. At the same time, my boy-clit strains and stretches and I come too – the first time ever without being touched – soaking the carpet for a second time.

As the feeling of pleasure continues to wash over me, I feel his hands on my waist again and he starts to turn me. I drop to all fours and take his thickness into my mouth and clean it of cum. I kiss it one last time before he urgently pushes it back into his pants, turns, grabs the tag and strides to the door. As it clicks shut I bring my hands up from the floor so I am resting on my knees. I feel his thick cream start to glide out of my boy-pussy and slowly run down the inside of my upper leg. I reach down with my hand and use my finger to scoop up the first load. I bring it up to my lips and suck intently, tasting him. I repeat the action until I have several globs on my tongue. I close my eyes and swallow, tracking his seed’s passage down my neck and into my waiting belly.

I lean back against the wall. I should be thinking of the reasons for my behaviour on the phone. Instead I wonder when the workshop will be over.

—

A week later and I have been home for several days. When I first returned I was full of cum, both in my belly and in my ass. He took me in all sorts of positions and all through the day and night. I am getting anxious for more and thankfully I have an opportunity tonight.

Somehow my wife believed my wild excuses. At least she seemed to. Anyhow, we appear feriköy escort to be on an even keel. Tonight she is due to go out for a friend’s birthday dinner and as she prepares I coo over her dress and her hair and act the dutiful husband.

As her car moves off the driveway, I grab my phone and text the code words to him. I bound up the stairs and retrieve my outfit from its hiding place. It is the same one I wore on the first afternoon at the hotel. The pink babydoll and tops of the stocking retain the gobs of cum – I have not had freedom to clean them yet. This time I throw them on as fast as I can, fiddling nervously with the straps and smoothing out the babydoll mesh. I leave the panties to one side.

A simple tap on the door announces his arrival as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I open it and usher him in. As I step back I recognise the tell-tale lust in his eyes. There is not going to be much foreplay tonight. He grabs me roughly and pulls me into the sitting room. He moves me behind the sofa and bends me over. As I perch there he rips off his shirt, opens his pants and pulls them sharply down, stepping out of them. He does the same with his briefs.

I tense, waiting for his entry, pushing back my hole. He spits down on his cock for lubrication, lines me up and heaves into me. There is a sharp pain as the spittle hardly does it job but the feeling disappears almost immediately, replaced by the full feeling I have come to adore. He establishes a steady rhythm, deep and long, and I close my eyes, arch my back, moan softly and disappear into my abandoned idyll.

The sound of the key in the door brings me back instantly to the real world. As the door opens my eyes widen. She walks in and stops on the spot, frozen. I don’t know if she too has forgotten something, or whether she suspected. I only know I am in front of her, dressed in an array of lewd pink underwear, moaning deeply as I am pounded mercilessly from behind.

He has seen her too and immediately quickens his pace. She remains rooted. I half-heartedly try to wrestle free but he has me pinned with his weight. I sense from growing experience he is approaching the point of no return. My boy-clit is feeling the building pressure too as he rams deeper and deeper into me. I close my eyes, still moaning, as he finally pulls my waist to him, his shaft, buried so deep in me, pulsates and fires rope after rope of semen into me. I gasp and open my eyes. She is still there and watches as he pulls me back from the sofa, displaying my front to her, and pumps me several times more. My boy-clit erupts without further stimulation and I spew my cum towards her. I close my eyes, lost in the moment, and vaguely hear the door click shut.

Three hours later he has taken me twice more. Once in the bedroom, my legs on his shoulders as he pummelled my rear and once by the open patio doors, on all fours, my moans leaking into the outside world as he ravaged my behind. Both times he fired his precious seed far into my waiting womb.

He has gone now and I have left a strange, confusing message on my wife’s voicemail. I sit by a wall in my bedroom, my babydoll long gone but still dressed in my garter belt and stockings. My head is spinning as I contemplate a future that a few hours ago was secure and now is a complete void. I think of my personal and family relationships and how everything I know will change. I think of everything I have done to get here and understand I know nothing about what is to follow.

However as I allow my head to fall back and touch the wall and I close my eyes to block out the lightbulb’s glare, all those thoughts are replaced by one other.

When will I be able to take his cum inside me again?

The evening was detonating quickly and they were becoming more and more aggressive in their touching me. Mr. Brown had consumed a great deal of alcohol and he was almost passed out sitting in his chair, The others in the group continued to grope me at every opportunity and I was becoming worried that the situation was starting to get out of hand. I heard the crash of a glass as Mr. Brown finally slumped into his chair and he had passed out. It was then that Chuck stepped forward. Mr. Brown was no longer a threat and I was now theirs for the taking. Chuck made eye contact with the others and sprang to his feet. He checked Mr Brown was out of it and then put his plan into action.

“Grab her,” he told the others.

I looked for an escape route as the group sprang to their feet. Jeff and Rick grabbed me and dragged me toward the table. With one thrust of his hand Chuck cleared the poker cards and poker chips from the table. Both men lifted me onto the now vacant table and I was lying on my back with my arms and legs being pulled wide. Chuck continued to give directions.

“Hold her down,” he barked.”

Jeff and Rick did as he commanded and I was open for all to see.

“There, that’s it,” he smiled.

The other two now joined the group and each grabbed my wrists and ankles and spread them wide. They pulled my limbs tight and I was soon spread-eagled on the poker table. Jeff was too my left and while he held me tight as his free hand covered my mouth. I was now ready to be taken by the group.

Chuck was stripped naked and made his way to the bottom of the table. I was fully exposed and he was looking for my anal opening. Grasping his cock in his right hand, he moved between my open legs.

“I fucked this bitch earlier and she is as tight as.”

“I’ve levent escort taken a Viagra and I’m as hard as a rock.”

“I am going to fuck her until she is nice and loose.”

“You guys are in for a treat.”

“When I’m finished you can have what’s left.”

He steered his cock toward my opening. I again felt it press against my sphincter. This time I was already lubricated due to my earlier fucking I was still moist and his entry into me was so much easier. Jeff removed his hand from my mouth.

“Make one sound and you will get something you don’t want.”

I looked into his eyes and he had that mean look. I nodded to let him know that I would do what they wanted. Rick was now naked and he had his cock in his hand. He wiped over my lips and then down my cheek. He used it to slap my face, then steered it back to my mouth.

“Suck it,” he hissed as it pressed his hardened cock against my lips.

I immediately opened my lips and mouth and he thrust it into my open cavity. He pushed it hard and further into my mouth. I slid my tongue sideways to accommodate him and struggled to breath. I tried to control my breathing, and also my gag reflex. He wanted it all down my throat and he had little regard for what I wanted. He held my head tight, gripping me under the chin so as to control my head and his other hand held the back of it. He immediately began to thrust his hips back and forth pushing his monster down my open throat. Forcing it almost fully into my mouth and as far down my throat as possible. He then decided he should give me even more.

“Hold it, hold it, hold it,” he shouted.

The he would release it long enough for me to catch the slightest breath, and then force it back down my throat.

“Hold sarıyer escort it you fucking bitch,” he again ordered.

I struggled to breath and was beginning to panic. I felt myself whimper as he continued with his onslaught. Chuck was also in a rhythm as he was fucking the life out of me. They were like wild animals, who were devouring their prey. The struggle was gone out of me and I lay there as they did what they wanted. The others had released their grip of my wrists and ankles and they we stripping, ready to take their turn. I was concentrating on the cock in my mouth and failed to notice that with one last thrust Chuck shot the first of his cum deep inside my bowel. He continued to pump into me spewing more and more of the hot sticky seed. He had finished and he withdrew and there was no break as Harvey, pushed his cock into my now well lubricated opening. It would be now Ricks turn to cum as his pace intensified. With one last shove his cock exploded in my mouth. He gripped my head and held it tight as wave after wave of cum hit the back of my throat. I gagged and I struggled to swallow so much. I felt it spurt from each side of his cock and oozed down the side of my mouth

“Swallow it, you dirty cunt.”

I fought hard to comply with his commands as there was just so much cum.He still had more as he released his grip of my head, and withdrew his cock and pointed it toward my face. He gripped it, then stroked it hard to milk every last drop. It shot forth, splashing down my face. It was in my eyes, my hair and down my cheek. Finally he wiped the remainder over my lips, spreading if over as much of my face as he could. His place was taken by the last of the group being Brian He wasted little time as I lay motionless maslak escort and ready for the taking. He grabbed my head and gave it a hard shake.

“SUCK IT, YOU DIRTY BITCH.”

I closed my lips around it and tried to move my mouth on and off his cock. My jaw ached and I felt as if I had been beaten. As I struggled to meet the demands of the one in my mouth, the one inside me shot his load, pumping and pumping every last drop inside me. I felt him withdraw and awaited the last to complete his servicing of me. I didn’t have to wait long until the cock in my mouth exploded. I struggled to swallow his vile seed and he became inpatient. He gripped my nose and forced me to both swallow and breath and at the same time started to choke. I must have looked like a freshly landed fish as I fought to stop from vomiting. I gulped the air down and with it the cum he had deposited. I managed to swallow the last of it as he grinned looking down at me. They continued my rape well into the night and each one would use both my openings. I drifted in and out of consciousness as one would finish and his place was taken by another. My last memory was that I was lying motionless as I felt the cum ooze from my bottom and what was left from my mouth. I didn’t hear them leave as it was some time later that Mr. Brown shook me from my sleep. He told me that they had gone and that I needed to clean myself up .I Made my way to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

My lipstick was smudged and my makeup was covered in dry and in some places wet cum. My eyes were black as my mascara was also smudged. I looked like a raccoon with the blackened eyes. I slumped in the shower and let the hot wanted wash their cum from as much of my body as I could. It must have been more than an hour that I made my way out of the shower. I grabbed my things and pushed them into my bag, then slipped on my tracksuit and called a cab. I found it difficult to sit as the pounding I had taken made sitting painful indeed. I paid the driver and headed inside. It would be almost three days before I would finally leave my bed.

I’d woken up wearing a babydoll nitie before, but not in the bed of a strange man in a strange room. I was horrified at my actions the night before. Not only agreeing to go to his place and model his wife’s lingerie for him but sucking his cock till it exploded in my face and then agreeing to stay the night and model more for him today.

What was I thinking? What had happened to me? Why had I agreed to any of it? I couldn’t move to escape without waking him. How would I ever talk my way out of this? He must have been awake and read my mind.

“You can still change your mind if you want to and I’ll drive you home or wherever you want. I’d really like you to stay though.

It’s been so long since I woke up holding someone that this day is special enough already. It’d be even more special if you continued to model for me but I do understand if you don’t want to.”

I didn’t say anything right then but still thought that I would like to go. I just needed the time to let him down more gently. At least that was the plan at the moment.

I didn’t plan on using his wife’s razor to shave any stubble from my legs and body when I showered. I didn’t plan on re-doing my face or trying to style my shoulder length hair to look more feminine.

I didn’t plan to use some of her perfume or a pair of black fishnet stay ups and matching panties, four inch black sandals and the sheer black robe to come down the hall for coffee.

I didn’t plan any of it. I just did it and felt my heart melt when his face lit up so brightly as I walked into the kitchen. He opened his arms and I walked into his hug, pressing my body against his.

Not a single bit of it was planned or consciously thought about. It was simply the perfect start to the day. When I lifted my head from his shoulder he tilted his head and kissed my lips. I didn’t stop to think about how to react or try to pull away; even when his tongue pressed between my slightly parted lips.

Migawd bağcılar escort it felt so right, so incredible, became so totally consuming. I became so engrossed and enthralled by the sensations and passion raised by that kiss. I was only vaguely aware of his arms holding me, his hands exploring my smooth flesh.

Nothing but that kiss existed in my consciousness. I flicked the tip of my tongue against his and melted completely.

Another kiss and another followed with barely time for a quick gulp of air between them. I welcomed each and every one. They overpowered me like nothing else ever had.

Dressed as I was, wearing make up, perfume and with my hair styled and sprayed into place I may have looked and felt feminine; but at the back of my mind was always a small thought of the reality that I wasn’t. When he kissed me that thought vanished. It evaporated and I became wholly feminine and female in response.

Even when his lips moved from mine and kissed my throat that thought was banished. I gasped and moaned when he pinched my nipples, when he licked and suckled on them as I arched my back out.

I surrendered to him completely when his fingers found their way into me, realising that I wanted to feel his cock inside me, filling me! I wanted him to take me, ravish me, have his way with me and feel him spurt deep inside me. I wanted to be his woman in every way possible.

His lips returned to mine, dispelling any possible lingering doubts that might have been about what was running through my mind. I wanted him with every fiber of my being!

He was the one to turn the passion down as the last kiss became more chaste. Not that I didn’t desperately try to keep it going. As I caught my breath and my passion cooled that small dim thought about my personal reality returned to the back of my mind but much less insistently.

Over coffee he asked me if güngören escort I’d object to his taking some pictures today. For me to keep to remember this weekend. If I’d allow it he’d like to have a few for himself as well, but that was up to me.

All of last nights outfits walking around the living room, posed on the couch, on the bed, seeming to answer the door, talking on the phone, with and without panties or bra.

Pictures of me masturbating, shots of my cock tucked back and looking completely feminine. Pictures of me kneeling, on all fours, spreading my cheeks the way I’d seen in magazines.

Shots of me using a dildo on myself, with a butt plug in place, handcuffed and generally helpless like I’d seen in the magazine I’d looked at. Fully, though still somehow, indecently dressed wearing skimpy skirts or dresses from his wife’s closet.

Then before the sun set he talked me into going for a drive while dressed, to a secluded spot he knew of for a few outdoor ones. On the way there he dropped off the rolls of film already taken, at a place he knew of, to be developed and got more film.

The place was secluded; an isolated wet spot or pond near the center of a field. For about an hour before the sun set fully I posed against the backdrop of growing grain or trees.

He’d packed a bag of sheer babydoll and longer nities, lingerie, micro mini and mini skirts so I could pose topless, even if I didn’t have any breast development. He told me it didn’t matter when I mentioned it. After all the ones of me in just nylons and heels or heels alone were his personal favorites.

He smiled wickedly as we drove back in to the city. He wanted to take me back to the adult store.

I’d been nervous and scared going in there last night in male mode; but it was nothing like I felt when we were approaching the front door! I was shaking so bad I had to hold unto his arm or fall fulya escort down.

The same clerk leered at me again as we entered.

No cameras were supposed to be allowed but that didn’t deter him. He just held up the camera and looked at the clerk. The clerk didn’t care as long as I was the only one in the shots.

Me lifting the back or front of my skirt to show my nylons and panties, then without the panties! Me taking off my blouse, my skirt then posed behind the counter playing clerk in lingerie. Me wandering around the store in lingerie and finally down to just garter belt, nylons and heels.

The more he took the more I got into it. The fact that everyone who was there, or who walked in after we started, was watching my every move excited me more then I’d ever have believed possible!

From never letting anyone see me dressed to such a wanton exhibitionist slut in one night! I couldn’t believe what I was doing, what I was feeling! I revelled in it. I delighted in it. I loved it!

Still all good things come to an end. Checking his watch he came over to tell me that the first batch should be done and ready for us to pick up so I reluctantly got fully dressed and we left.

I felt so excited, so aroused it was a wonder that I hadn’t exploded inside the store. I did now when he tilted my head up to kiss me again. My arousal didn’t disappate! My fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper to free his cock so I could suck it again. He must have been excited as well as he didn’t last long. With a better idea of what was going to happen I managed to swallow more and gag less.

He dropped off the new films and picked up the first ones. Back at his house he spread the dozens of prints out. He was an excellent photographer and rightfully proud of his handiwork. In most of them I looked as good as the gurls in the magazines.

He selected about twenty that he thought he’d like copies of. I nodded a yes. He set ten or twelve of those aside, telling me I could probably sell them to a magazine if I wanted and let the world see how magnificent I was.

I was astounded and a bit shocked at the idea but thrilled to my core as well. Should I? Could I? Would I? I had no idea of how to go about it but smiled proudly even as I blushed deeply!

Chapter 1

The klutzy hero

This is my story. My name is or was Aaron. I was a pretty normal guy, 5 foot 8, brown hair, about 140 pounds. When the story first starts I am not overly muscular but not a complete wimp either. I was 24 and I felt like my life needed a boost.

I always longed to be a ladies man. I thought of myself as attracting the ladies like Bond, James Bond, or perhaps like Tom Cruise, or any of the other Hollywood male actors that seemed to not be able to keep the pretty women off of them.

I worked a regular job, helping a small company piece together good solid drivable cars out of two wrecked cars. It was not a fancy job but it did let me get a good set of wheels for about half the cost of what a used car of the same age and mileage would be. I ended up with a nice Camaro in dark royal blue. It was a recent year and had pretty much all the things you could want in a car. The one thing it lacked was a woman to keep me company while I drove it.

That sounds a little petty I guess, but I really was tired of living my life alone and spending most of my nights with my hand as company. I lacked a bit of confidence when it came to talking to and asking women out. Part of the problem was I only had a 5 inch penis. I know that may not sound too bad, I am sure there are guys out there that have smaller ones. I just never met any of them. I was always the “little man” on the team when it came to the pecking order of penis size in high school.

Getting out of high school should have ended that nagging concern of mine but it didn’t. Maybe it was because I never managed to scrape up enough ambition or money to afford to go to college. Maybe it was because I never put my self forward if I could help it. I really don’t know, or , at least I didn’t know back when all this started.

I had tried some of the home remedies for small penis size. None of them seemed to have any affect, other than to temporarily inflate my size or stretch my penis a little. It remained the same 5 inches no matter what I did.

I decided to go to the mall that one fateful day. Going to the mall was a way to get out and kill some time while taking advantage of the air conditioning and the chance to watch the pretty women that always seemed to throng to places like the mall.

I was taking a turn around the mall, looking at all the little shops and the large department stores that make up the attraction of the place. I was just passing by an old worn out Spencers on my way to a small bookstore when I caught sight of a very small store nestled between them.

I did not recall this store being here before. I stopped and looked at the front of the store. It appeared to be decorated like something out of a medieval fantasy. I thought that perhaps it was something to do with the Lord of the Rings movie that had come out some time before or maybe it was planning on taking advantage of the upcoming Hobbit movie that was soon to hit the screens in December. I decided to take a look inside to see what they had to offer for sale.

As I walked towards the door of the store it seemed like the sounds of the mall became just a little hushed. “Nice acoustic baffling”, I thought, being aware of how that is done after working on several upscale automobiles that had that kind of technology. The funny thing was I could not see any sign of the necessary foam or surfaces nor did I see any speakers or other equipment that might have been used to do that. I put it out of my mind as a curiosity and entered the store.

The first thing I noticed was the long bar like counter that formed an L shape. The short part of the L went off to my right and the long part spread out quite a ways into the store in front of me. There was a cash register near the angle of the L and small sets of jewelry trees at intervals down the length of the two legs of the L.

I looked around the rest of the store and found a number of books in tall book cases along the wall. It was funny, the space inside the store seemed almost too large for the area is had to be taking up in the mall. I pushed that rather irrelevant thought out of my head and started to examine some of the small display cases that were standing between the counter and the bookshelves on the walls. The display cases were made of glass with various things laid on them, in no particular order or arrangement that I could see.

I was beginning to wonder if the store was open as I had not spotted a clerk yet. Since I was just looking I did not worry too much but thought that all that jewelry sitting out like that would be very tempting for someone who was thinking of larceny.

It was at that point that I noticed someone moving from the door to the mall quickly towards the counter. It was a man, about five foot 11 or so, and probably weighing close to 200 pounds. He looked at me like I was not there and proceeded to go to the nearest jewelry tree and started putting the pieces off the tree into his pockets.

I was torn at what to do. The yenibosna escort man obviously thought I was no threat and he was completely ignoring me. I really do not like thieves. I always felt that someone who stole was the lowest form of life. They take what is not theirs and then we all have to pay for it with higher insurance rates and less money to live with day to day. I got so angry thinking of this that I stopped thinking and went up to the man and put my hand on his shoulder and said,

“put that stuff back.”

The man turned, sizing me up quickly and then gave me a push that sent me crashing to the floor. I managed to miss the glass cases but the floor was polished hardwood and it lived up to its name as my head tapped against the floor.

The next thing I knew. I was hearing a loud buzzing sound, kind of like a million bees had all got together inside my head. The I saw a little circle of light, that slowly got bigger. The buzzing faded as the circle of light became the shop, with me on the floor. I saw the would be thief, also laying on the floor, unconscious.

There was a small wizened man , with a white beard and hair, in an old style pin striped suit with a vest, looking down at me. He had a little sparkle in his eye as he patted me on the shoulder and told me to wait a bit so the emergency squad he had called could get here.

“What happened?” I said.

The store slowly came into even clearer focus.

“It was the oddest thing” said the little white haired man.

“I was in the back and heard you speak loudly to that other character”, he said.

Looking at the would be thief who was still out cold.

“I was just in time to see that man push you away from him and see you fall. What was funny was as you fell your feet tangled with his and he also fell. He appears to have hit his head on the corner of one of my glass display cases.”

“He is not dead!, is he”? I asked in horror.

“No no, not at all, he is breathing but I did not want to move him in case I would make it worse, not that I have a whole lot of sympathy for someone who had half of my jewelry in his pockets when he tripped and fell.”

The paramedics showed up a few minutes after that, with the police on their heels. The little old shop owner explained what had happened and even had video of what happened. I did not even realize the store had cameras but it was obvious from watching and listening to the video that I was not involved in the aborted robbery and it even looked a little bit like I was just a bit of a hero, though a battered one.

The paramedics did not see any reason to take me with them after examining me and not finding anything other than a small goose egg where my head had kissed the floor. They did take the would be thief with them and a policeman was also with them as they carried the injured man out to their ambulance.

“Well son, it is not everyone who would try to stop a burglary in process, I would like to thank you in some way” said the little old man.

“That is alright,” I said.

“Maybe you could spare me a few ibuprofen as I imagine my head is going to be sore for the next few days,” I said.

“Oh, I think I could manage that at least” the little man said with a twinkle in his eye. “Surely there is something you have wanted that I might be able to give you?”

The little mans eyes became an even more brilliant shade of blue and I found my self telling him that what I needed he could not give me, but thanks anyway.

“Oh, I don’t know”, he said, “I can be pretty resourceful when in comes right down to it.”

I was too embarrassed to tell the old man that my deepest desire was to have a larger penis, it seemed too petty and much to personal to bring up.

The old man stared at me for a little bit, almost like he realized I was not going to tell him anything and he smiled. “Well, at least take this little memento of your visit to my shop.”

He handed me a small statue, which I looked at carefully. I turned it over in my hands and noticed engraved on the bottom of the statue was a curious set of letters, looking like S’R’US 1 W.

“This might also help you relax and make your head feel better,” said the little shop owner.

He handed me a small packet that was labeled, Head tension relaxer. “I would strongly advise you taking what is in the packet before you lay down so you can get a good nights sleep,” the man said.

I would suggest not taking if you are going to be driving or operating heavy machinery.” warned the little man.

I pocketed the small packet thinking I might try it when I got home

The rest of the statue was more or less like a little leprechaun, but the face on it looked curiously like the little white haired man that had handed it too me. “That is a very special good luck charm, straight from the old country, Ireland. It is said that if you have a hearts desire and wish for it while holding that kayaşehir escort statue it will come true,” said the little old man.

I was a bit embarrassed by all this and thanked the man for the gift and headed out to my car. I felt like going home and putting some ice on my head as the paramedics had suggested and laying down and taking a nice nap. I decided I was well enough to drive home so I found my Camaro and drove carefully home, trying to avoid any bumps or other disturbances that might jostle me.

Chapter 2

Home alone

It was an uneventful drive home, though my head was beginning to pound a bit more by the time I made it to my small one bedroom efficiency near campus. Near campus, you would think I would have more luck with the ladies, living near a major university that had thousands of female scholars attending every year.

I did not live near campus for that reason, rather the little one bedroom apartment was the most affordable place I had found that still offered some privacy. There were cheaper places to stay if you did not mind sharing a house or living in a rooming house but I really liked the convenience of having my own bathroom and kitchen. The kitchen was actually just a sink, a hot plate, and a microwave nestled into what was probably once a very small foyer between the main room and the enclosed porch. I did have a refrigerator but it was in the main part of the apartment sharing space with the bed and my desk and an old wardrobe. The heat and electricity was provided with the monthly rent at a price that would shock some of the yuppies I was casual friends with.

I looked in the small freezer section of my refrigerator and found an old bag of frozen peas. I had written ‘not for human consumption’ on the bag in sharpie to warn me or anyone else not to eat the peas. I had used the peas in the past for cooling down bruises and other minor bumps and burns that happen when you are working with sheet metal, welding torches, and heavy objects. The peas work great but they had been thawed and frozen so many times that I am guessing they were no longer fit for anything but use as my low coast ice pack. I put the peas back in the freezer but in front where I could find them easily.

I took a quick shower, noting my penis had not magically grown any since my previous shower. I gingerly washed my hair, being careful to not scrub too hard where the bump on my head was still beating a small tattoo of pain. I got done and dried off, thinking it was about time to run the towel I use for that purpose through the wash. I do not go through towels all that often as I wash thoroughly so that all the towel did was dry up water, not absorb much oil from my skin. It did need to be washed every 3 to 6 months as it accumulated dead skin cells and picked up that used aroma after a number of months.

I made my self some tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. I wanted the comfort food to relax and hopefully let me sleep.

I turned the packet labeled Head tension relaxer over in my hands noting it did not have any directions written on it like most remedies I have used.

I carefully opened the packet and found it contained a small amount of gray powder. When I opened the packet, there was another bit of writing on the inside hidden by the flap that had sealed it. The writing said, dissolve in water or other non alcoholic beverage.

I felt a little better about taking the powder as it did have some directions. I found a small class and half filled it with water and poured the gray powder into the water. I was a little shocked by what I saw when the powder touched the water. There was almost a soft glow and the powder turned the water a light tan.

The aroma was like a cross between tea and chocolate milk and was one of the nicest smelling medicinals I had ever experienced. I took a tentative taste and it tasted slightly sweet but not heavy. It flowed down my throat smoothly and before I knew it I had drank all of it. I grabbed the bag of peas and placed it near the statue in preparation for sleep.

I placed the small statue of the leprechaun on the headboard of my bed and looked at it again. The powder I had taken seemed to be having a quick effect as I felt an odd affection for the little leprechaun as I undressed and climbed into bed. The last thing I remember was the little leprechaun statue winking at me as sleep over took me.

Chapter 3

The transformation

The first part of my sleep was uneventful as far as I could tell. I woke up once to use the bathroom and realized I had forgotten to place the peas on the bump on my head but since I did not feel any pain I shrugged it off. What I did not realize was that when I had placed the bag of peas on the headboard I had nudged the small statue. When I got back into bed the small statue fell from the headboard and landed just to the right of my pillow.

The second part of my sleep was not as restful as the first part. bomonti escort I started having odd dreams. The dream started out fine in that I was walking in a park, it was a warm summer day, and the sun was shining down making everything bright and clear.

I was engaged in my normal activities of girl watching but for some reason I was watching the girls as if I was comparing myself to them. I was noting their clothing, thinking that was a cute top or that was a nice bottom that would show off my ass really nicely.

I did not seem to think it was odd that I was thinking about how the clothing would look on me, only that some of it seemed like it would flatter my figure and that others were not ones I would wear.

In my dream I noticed I was being followed by a small man with a little pointy hat and shoes with the toes turned up. I stopped and turned, wondering why the little man was following me. The little man smiled and waved and then said,

“Hello there!, I am be a thinking you want a change to your life do you not?”

I smiled at the Irish brogue coming out of the small mans mouth. I said, “Have you been talking to the little old man in that shop?”

“Aye, I have been in communication with him.” said the very small man. “He was a thinking you might be having a hearts desire that maybe I could be a helping you with.”

“Well, yes, I do but it is very private and I am not sure if I should tell you what it is” I replied a little nervously.

“I canna help you if you do na tell me what it is you are desiring” the very little man said.

I felt my face grow warm as I thought of what I really wanted. I had wanted a large penis, like my friend Carl’s, Carl had a good 8 inches of penis and he always had women around him. I stuttered a little. “Well I a well, ahh , errr, I would like to have a 8 inch penis!” I finally blurted out.

The very small man laughed heartily and said. “Is that all? That being the easiest thing in the world for a me to be a helping you with!” “Let me make sure you will be enjoying your hearts desire to the fullest, is it all right if I do that for you?” The little man’s eyes glowed as he asked me that question.

“Yes”, I said.

The little man capered around me, waiving his hands, smiling and chanting. “When you a waken up you will be a getting your hearts desire. You will be a enjoying it the the FULLEST and you will a remember that I did ask you and you agreed. The deed is done, the die is cast, you will have the most luscious tits and ass. Your pussy will take a 8 inch cock and you will not ever want it to stop. No longer Aaron, small of dick and shy, but now will be Alice, as lovely as a sigh.”

In my dream I realized that I was now a dream come true. My chest had swollen to contain what looked to be 38DD breasts and my waist had nipped in to small 24 inches. My hips had expanded to 36 inches and as I looked down I could see my ass pertly filling the back of my jeans. My legs had changed, and I fell my toes pointing forward and down and realized I was on 4 inch heals. I felt hair, long, luscious, and the color of strawberries cascading down my back.

“Yes yes yes you are a doll to take the heart of any man. You will have all the 8 inch cocks you can desire by just smiling.” chortled the small leprechaun.

“Oh my god”, I gasped. “I wanted to be a man with a 8 inch penis, not a woman who can be fucked by one!” I said in dismay.

“Ho ho, what is a done is a done and canna not be undone” laughed the Leprechaun. “You should have been a remembering that the wee folk might be a giving gifts but that they be a gifts that we be a wanting to give, not so much as what you were a thinking you be a wanting,” smiled the leprechaun.

The small face got serous for a second. “You will be enjoying this gift, and it will save you to live a long and full life, left as you a were, you would a come to grief in a few short years, try to be a remembering this when you wake for it may be a bit of a shock when you answer the door to your apartment.”

Chapter 4

My first

What a weird dream, I thought, as I slowly begin to wake. That has to be the oddest dream I have ever had. I slowly regained consciousness with that thought in my head, when I noticed that I was clutching a small object in my hand. I slowly opened my hand, looking at the object and saw the small statue.

The statue had changed from a leprechaun standing and smiling up at you to the same leprechaun bowing with his hat in his hand. I examined the statue, thinking I had broken in in my sleep but realized the statue was solid and unbroken.

In my examination I noticed the odd lettering on the bottom of the statue had changed. It now read S’R’US 0 W. That is odd, I thought it said S’R’US 1 W when I first looked at it.

I shook my head and then suddenly realized something was very wrong. I normally have my hair fairly short, to keep it out of the way when working on cars. When I shook my head I noticed that a very full head of hair moved.

I then noticed the hand holding the statue, while still my hand, was smaller, more delicate. The nails were shaped and colored like a woman’s and there were no calluses on it. My eyes moved to my chest and then I saw them, large rounded and topped with nipples that looked like they were made to be sucked.

I had been talking with Olivia online for a while now and it looked like our “relationship” was progressing nicely. As a cross dresser I had not been attracted to other “CD’s” but there was something about her when we talked. Then I saw her pictures and WOW! Olivia is my height 5’7″ but a little heavier than my slight 140lbs. She is not fat at all, just a stronger body than mine. I drool over the pictures of her wearing all sorts of sexy clothes, and her long black and red wig gets me hard. She has said that my pictures were nice and “yummy” as well. Some of her best are pictures of her sucking on cocks. God I love the way her lips look wrapped around a nice hard dick! Like it was meant to be there and fits perfect. She had never done anything other than oral with guys so I was very much looking forward to changing that. I wanted her hot cock buried deep inside of me and a chance to show her how good it is to have a hot CD sucking on her cock.

We had made plans to meet up at her home. I was very excited as I got myself ready. After showing and shaving my body smooth I sat and began doing my make up. I put on my foundation and began with my eyes. Heavy eye liner and dramatic eye lashes. I then put on sexy purple eye shadow and a bit of blush. My nails were the same purple metallic as my eyes. I finished it off with some dark lipstick and a few sprays of perfume. Next I put on my blonde bob wig and my silver choker. I looked in the mirror and was very happy with my results. I felt very hot as I touched my pierced nipples and belly. Ok no time for that, I walked over to my jewelry box and put on my rings and large hoop earrings. Feeling sexier by the minute I began to dress. Since Olivia was a bit darker than me, almost a Goth look I wanted to go with the pure, innocent look. I rolled my white stay up stockings with seam up the back onto my smooth legs and attached my ankle bracelet. Next I put on my white halter corset and tied it really tight. It really gives me a sexy hour glass shape. I attached the garter straps to my stockings and then pulled up my boy shorts. I love these as they have little open sides. I struggled to decide what to wear over my sexy outfit. I decided çapa escort on a tight short white skirt and tight purple blouse. It is very sexy but not over the top like I usually do. I slid into my 4″ patent white Oxford heels before making one last check in the mirror. I must admit I looked hot and was ready to meet Olivia. I grabbed my purse complete with essentials, grabbed my keys and was out the door.

I arrived at Olivia’s house a short time later. Nervous and excited I stepped from my car dressed as a sexy woman. I walked up to the door being aware of my stride. I wanted to walk as sexy as I could. I took a deep breath as I tapped on the door, I heard shuffling inside and soon the door opened. There stood Olivia, and man did she look HOT! She was dressed in a black skirt and white blouse, her large erect nipples poking through the sheer material. Her sexy legs covered in black stockings and feet placed in high stilettos with metal heel. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she invited me in. We sat on the sofa where two glasses of wine were set. Soft music played and she had some sweet incense burning along with an array of candles. It was a very sultry atmosphere and I felt lucky to be invited into it. We chatted for a while making small talk. As we talked our eyes occasionally broke gaze, surveying the others body. The conversation was natural and not forced as you might expect it to be.

As the wine flowed our hands began to roam, first touching stocking covered legs or hands and up arms. This slow progression was more like a couple of high school girls experimenting, not grown men who have each sucked cock, but it was. It was slow and deliberate. Then it happened, a long pause in conversation where we just smiled and looked at each other. We leaned in and our lips touched sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body. Olivia’s tongue danced with mine as our lips remained locked. I moaned into her mouth as her hands pressed and rubbed against my nipples. My own hands wandered down and began working the buttons of her blouse. One by one I exposed her lingerie covered body. She had on a sexy black bra and waist cincher. topkapı escort Our kiss was becoming more heated and more intense. My own shirt was being removed as her mouth licked and sucked at my chest and shoulders. I stood up and pulled at the zipper of my skirt letting it fall to the floor, then stepping from it still in my sexy high heeled Oxfords.

Olivia put her hands on my tight firm ass and pulled me to her as she sat on the edge of the sofa. Her mouth went to my stiff cock and she began to lick and nuzzle me through the sheer material of my panties. Her hands found the waist of my boy shorts and she pulled them down. There I was standing in her living room with my hard cock just inches from her beautiful face, ready to have my cock sucked by another man for the first time. Only this was even better because the guy that was going to do it was a super hot cross dresser. She took my cock in her hand and curled her fingers around it. The sexy French manicured finger tips contrasting the skin of my hard dick. She pressed her lips to my mushroom cock head and extended her tongue. I was in heaven as that tongue began to lick all around my head and up and down my shaft. She moaned as she licked which increased the erotic feeling I was already experiencing. Then like before she pressed my cock head to her lips, this time allowing me to penetrate her mouth. Her soft lips molded around me as I slid further into her. It was such a wonderful feeling as my cock went to the back of her throat and then pulled back out. She slowly rubbed my shaft as she continued to lick. My hands found her head and I held tight as I ran my fingers through her hair. Olivia’s mouth sliding over my cock was brining me close to my climax. Not wanting to cum just yet I pulled my hard rod from her mouth. A line of pre-cum stuck to her mouth and finally gave way.

I got to my knees and pulled at her skirt. I licked up her leg as I tugged at the side of her panties freeing her cock. It was beautiful and I could not wait to have it in my mouth and then in my ass. I quickly dove onto her cock and drove it deep into my mouth. I was a horny slut and esenler escort wanted it all. My mouth moved quickly up and down on her shaft, allowing her to fuck my mouth. I regained my composure after a good while of her fucking my face and began to explore and lick. As my tongue was going over every inch of that hot cock I looked into her eyes. She was looking back at me as she rubbed her hands over her body. My mouth would slide down her cock and then lick and suck her balls for a while before going back up her shaft. All the while I was jacking it with my hand. Her cock was very wet from my spit and ready to go into my ass. I was ready for it to go into my ass.

I gave her a few more soft licks before standing up. I grabbed my purse and pulled out my lube putting a generous amount on her cock. I then began rubbing it into my ass as I stood in front of Olivia who remained on the sofa. As she sat I climbed onto her lap and held her cock in my hands. My own cock sticking straight out as I slowly lowered myself onto her. A soft moan escaped my lips as she entered me; Olivia closed her eyes as inch by inch she filled me up. I was now fully seated on her cock as I began to rock up and down on her. We kissed as my hands supported myself on her shoulders; hers placed firmly on my waist. She would move them up feeling the fabric of my corset before falling back to my waist. Her cock sliding in and out of me put the perfect pressure on my prostate and I knew I was close to cumming. God I loved it when I came from being fucked in my ass. Olivia closed her eyes and increased her tempo of her thrusts into me. I was feeling like such a sexy slut and slammed my ass back down to meet her. My cock was bouncing up and down with our motion. Suddenly I began to shoot my hot sticky load onto Olivia’s chest. Stray shots went over her shoulder and one landed on her lips. She extended her tongue and licked her lips clean. My ass squeezed tight as my orgasm continued sending Olivia into ecstasy. She grabbed my ass hard and pulled me down onto her as she began to shoot inside of me. Her cock was pumping her seed deep into me as I moaned out. My own cock had since subsided but this did not quench my thirst for her. I put my mouth on hers and shoved my tongue deep into her. We kissed as her cock twitched and spewed its final drops. I settled into her as she held my ass tight. Our lips locked and her body coved in my cum. My ass filled with her cock and cum. Our kiss broke and we just looked into each others eyes.

Author’s Note: The following is purely fiction and the property of the author. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated.

I hope everyone has a wonderful, romantic and sex filled Valentines Day!!!!!

*

It was Saturday Morning and I was trying to catch up on my sleep when I heard the door bell. By the time I came awake and looked out my second story window to see who was there the UPS driver was pulling out of my driveway.

I laid there but was unable to go back to sleep so I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. When I opened the door to get the paper I almost tripped over a package that was laying on my porch. I picked it up and seen that it was suppose to be delivered to my neighbors house. I carried it inside figuring I would run it over to their house as soon as I got dressed.

I was drinking my coffee when I noticed where the package was sent from. It was a delivery from Pajamagram.com. Since it was February 13, the day before Valentine’s Day, it did not take a genius to know it was probably lingerie meant for my neighbor’s wife.

My neighbors are Jennifer and Blake Hunter. Jennifer is a very pretty blonde girl. She is around 5’5″, 110 pounds, long hair and very blue eyes and a very perky set of tits.

As I thought about what kind of sexy lingerie Blake had sent to Jennifer, and what it would look like on her hot body, I felt my small cock starting to stir. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman and masturbating can only relive so much tension.

I just had to see what her lingerie looked like. I turned the package over and over and realized that if I was careful I could open it from the bottom and tape it back without anyone noticing.

My hands were shaking as I carefully opened the package. Oh my it was a very sexy lacy white teddy with red hearts and it had garters and red stockings. It was beautiful and I knew that Jennifer would look very hot wearing it.

I felt the familiar urge starting to shoot through my body. I wanted to put the teddy on very badly.

At this point I have to tell you that I have been wearing bra, panties, lingerie and even skirts and dresses since I was 16 and started using my Mom’s panties to Jack off into.

As I ran my hand over the lacy material it occurred to me that no one knew I had the package. I did not have to sign for it and if my neighbors reported that they did not receive the delivery and the UPS driver came back searching for the package, all I had to do was claim ignorance.

I took the teddy upstairs and laid it on the bed. I took a quick shower. I dried my body and checked out my nude figure in the mirror. I was only a couple of inches taller than Jennifer. Probably less than 20 pounds heavier. Since I was a computer programmer and worked from my home I had let my blonde hair grow out. I had very little body hair and since it was blonde it was almost unnoticeable. I know I would never look as hot as Jennifer but with a little work I could look some what sexy, and at least I would feel pretty and feminine.

I felt my excitement grow as I stepped into the teddy and felt the garters brush against my thighs. Shivers went through my body as I sat on the edge of the bed and rolled the stockings up my legs and attached them to the garters.

I brushed my hair out and stood in front of the mirror admiring how I looked wearing the lingerie. Except that I was flat chested I thought I made a cute girl.

As I looked at myself in the mirror my left hand came up to rub my nipples through the material of the teddy while my right hand went down to rub my small cock, which at times like this I thought of as my clit.

I started pinching my hard nipples and rubbing myself harder. My knees were getting weak so I made my way to the bed and laid down. Old fantasies started coming to mind as I stroked and rubbed my Clit. Visions of faceless men with hard cocks, being made to suck some while other men forced me to all fours so they could fuck me.

It did not take long until a powerful orgasm hit me and I came all over my hand. I put my hand to my mouth and savored the taste of my own cum. I laid there feeling great and drifting in and out of consciousness. My cock was still rock hard and I had started stroking it again.

The doorbell was rang again. Damn it! Maybe if I ignored it they would go away. The doorbell gave way to someone banging on my front door.

“Stan, open up, I know you are in there I seen you get the paper this morning. I am not leaving until you open this door.”

It was Blake.

Unsure of what to do, but knowing that I had no choice but to see what he wanted. I quickly put on a pair of pajama pants, tennis shoes and my robe, tying it tight against my body. I went down stairs and after taking a few deep breathes I open the door a crack.

Without much effort Blake barreled his way into my house. While his wife is a small gorgeous blonde, Blake is a very tall, very well built Blackman.

He stood before me. “I have been waiting for a osmanbey escort delivery all morning and it has not come to my house, I was looking out when I seen you get the paper and trip over something, was it the thing that was meant for me?”

I stammered out, “wha..what are you talking about?”

“I seen you trip over a package left on your door step, was it delivered here by mistake?”

Thinking quickly, “Oh no that was something for work, it was some parts I needed to upgrade my computer system..”

He seem to relax, “Sorry I really hope that package comes today, it is for my wife, we have not been getting along to good lately and I need to score some points with her so I bought her a special present for Valentines Day.”

I was beginning to feel sorry that I had stolen her gift. I was starting to fidget so to cover up my nervousness I offered Blake a cup of coffee of something else to drink. He said if it was no trouble he would love a beer.

Thinking every thing was going to be ok I let Blake follow me to the kitchen. That is when things went bad. I noticed the box on the table a split second before Blake seen it.

I tried to grab it and hide the logo but Blake was quicker. Looking at the box then glaring at me, “So it was computer parts huh? Why does it have my wife’s name on it?”

I was not sure how to answer so I just looked away. Blake reached out and grabbed me by the arm. When he turned me to face him my robe came undone and he just stared at the red and white top of the teddy I was wearing.

“WHAT THE HELL? Are you wearing my wife’s teddy?”

“Uh…please I am so sorry. I will repay you for the present.”

Blake just stared at me for what seemed like hours, but I am sure was just a minute or so.

Finally he spoke, “I knew you were not that manly but I had not idea that you were such a sissy. Take off your robe and pants now, I want to see what I paid so much for.”

When I hesitated he grabbed my arm and bent it behind my back, “I said take it off now. You don’t want me to undress you myself do you?”

I was shaking in fear as I took the robe off and let it drop to the floor. I kicked off my tennis shoes and his expression changed when he seen my stocking clad feet. As I pulled down my pajama pants exposing the garters and stockings Blake actually started to smile.

“Turn around I want to see the whole outfit.” I slowly started doing a 360 turn. When I faced Blake again he was laughing. I started crying.

Blake surprised me, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my eyes. “Why are you crying?”

“You are laughing at me.”

“I am sorry Stan…Wait I can’t call you Stan when you are dressed this pretty, do you have a feminine name you prefer?”

“Yes Sir, I go by Sara.”

“Well Sara, I was not laughing at you, I just thought it was odd how good you look in lingerie. While I am sure that it would look better on Jennifer, I think it looks pretty good on you.”

I smiled at that and He commented on my pretty smile. Blake took a beer from the refrigerator and guzzled it without taking a breath. We were still looking at each other, I was not sure what to do and started fidgeting.

Blake took another beer from the fridge and then took my hand and pulled me back into the living room. He sat on the couch and pulled me down beside him.

He opened a beer and handed it to me, then opened a second one for himself. Without thinking about it I crossed my legs like a woman would do.

“So Sara, I can tell by your mannerisms that this is not the first time you have worn lingerie, how long have you been playing dress up?”

I blushed but the beer was calming my nerves somewhat, I stared at the floor, “Uh since I was 16 years old.”

“Do you have a boyfriend Sara?”

“No Sir, you are the first man who has ever seen me dressed.”

“Am I the first person to see you dressed up?”

“Well yes and no, I did wear a pair of panties for a girl in High school but when she seen them she threatened to have me beat up and then tell everyone at school if I ever tried to talk to her again. You are the first person to see me in more than just panties.”

Blake took what was left of my beer and sat it on the coffee table. When I looked up at him he was smiling. I was still looking into those dark eyes when I felt his arm around my shoulders pulling me to him.

I felt him gently kiss my lips as he placed a hand on my thigh. I was afraid to move, one part of me did not want this to happen, but the other half felt like I had been waiting for that kiss all my life. I was confused so I did nothing.

Blake must have taken the fact that I did not pull away or resist as a sign and he kissed me again. Harder this time and when I felt his tongue press against my lips I opened then letting him explore my mouth. I had never experienced a kiss from the female point of view but I have to tell you, Blake really knew how to kiss.

I felt myself melting into his kağıthane escort arms. One hand was rubbing up and down my back as the other was working circles on my bare thigh, I felt Blake’s hand slide up to briefly brush against my cock. By this point it was throbbing.

I was gasping when Blake finally broke the kiss. Blake just sat there and stared at me like he was either trying to make up his mind or rationalize what had just happened.

Blake took my hand and kissed it. “Sara, I am a married man, but like I said we are having trouble. I caught her cheating with one of my friends.” He sighed, “I still love my wife dearly but its been a while for us and you are turning me on so much right now.”

I was flattered and realized that at that moment Blake could have done anything he wanted to me or with me. It was my turn to make a move, I leaned in and gave him a brief kiss. ” I have never been this far before with a guy except in my fantasies. You are a very handsome, very attractive man. Please….” I let that please hang in the air as I started kissing Blake again.

He seem to be battling with his conscious but when I squeezed the bulge of his cock he seemed to make a decision. Oh my it did feel big. I continued to kiss him as I unsnapped his pants, then unzipped them. I broke the kiss and slide to my knees in front of him.

I took a deep breath, I could not believe I was actually going to do this but I was to far into it to stop now. Blake lifted his hips allowing me to pull down his pants. It was the moment of truth and I leaned down to kiss Blake’s cock through his boxer shorts.

I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pull them down. Oh My God, his cock was huge. It had to be 8 1/2, maybe even 9 inches long and thick. I smiled up at Blake right before I took the head into my mouth and sucked it as I started working my right hand up and down the shaft.

I was savoring the taste of his pre cum as I started squeezing his balls. I pulled back and then I bent down and sucked one then the other ball into my mouth. Eventually I started slicking the length of his cock from the balls to the tip.

I heard Blake gasp as I tried to take the entire length into my mouth. At about 6 inches I started to gag so I backed off and let the cock slip from my mouth. I took another deep breath and tried it again. I went slower and tried to relax my throat. I after several tries I was finally able to take 8 inches, not quite all of it but I think Blake was enjoying what I was doing because he had started moaning.

He was running his hand through my hair. I felt incredibly sexy and feminine, on my knees, with a big hard cock in my mouth. I started wondering why I had not found a way to do this before. I was varying the speed at which I was bobbing my head up and down Blake’s cock. Some times I would work my mouth up and down his cock fast then I would stop and take it nice and slow.

Soon Blake put his hand behind my head and forced my mouth down as far as he could. I realized what was about to happen and tried to pull my mouth off of his cock but He held my head in place and started shooting his cum into my mouth and throat.

I had no choice but try to swallow as much cum as I could. Still some escaped the corners of my mouth. Apparently Blake was not exaggerating when he said it had been a while since he had been with Jennifer because it seemed like he came gallons.

Blake held me there until his cock started to go soft then he let go and I was able to let his cock slip from my mouth. even soft, Blake’s cock was still impressive. it was long black and shiny.

It seemed natural to bend back down and lick up the left over cum seeping from his cock head. Black reached down and grabbed my arm pulling me back onto the couch. He surprised me by kissing me again. I felt so relaxed and happy that I leaned my head against his chest and let my breathing return to normal.

Blake broke my daydreaming when he asked, “Are you sure you have never done that before?”

“No that was my first time.”

“Wow, you are a natural you are better than most women I know.” That made me smile.

“Uh I am really sorry I opened Jennifer’s present. I just could not help myself.”

“That’s ok Sweetie, I also got her a very expensive bracelet. I may go to Victoria’s Secret later and pick her up something sexy. Besides a sexy girl like you deserve pretty gifts too.”

I melted into his arms as he kissed me again, a slow passionate deep kiss.

All good things have to end and Blake got off the couch and started dressing. God he was a handsome man. He really was not sure how to make his exit and I thought it was cute as I walked him to the door and gave him another kiss good bye.

I wanted to ask if maybe we could do it again some time but I was afraid he would say no. I decided to leave it open and hope that at some point he would visit me again.

I watched Blake leave then I went back up stairs and laid on the bed. I started stroking merter escort my small cock as I relived the event of the morning. Before I knew it my hand was covered in cum again. I licked it from my hand, more slowly this time savoring every drop, it was not as good as Blake’s cum tasted, but it was nice and flavorful.

After I came I was suddenly very tired again so I pulled the covers up and drifted off to very peaceful sleep.

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When I awoke it was late afternoon. At first I was disoriented, wow what a vivid dream I had. Then I noticed what I was wearing and I realized it was not a dream. I had actually given my neighbor a blow job.

Knowing I could turn on some one like Blake made me feel sexy and special. Since I did not have any plans for the night I decided Sara deserved to be pampered.

I went down stairs and watched some TV, letting my excitement grow before I started. Around 6 I could not resist any longer and went upstairs. I turned on the stereo to something soft and classical. While the tub was filling up I lit some scented candles.

I added a light scented bubble bath, a mixture of vanilla and jasmine, to the tub and then climbed in. I let my body soak in the warm fragrant water. I took my time and washed my hair. When I emerged from the tub I felt fresh and clean. I wrapped my hair in a town and then wrapped another towel around my body.

After I blow dried and brushed out my hair, I sat on the bed and painted my toe nails a bright pink. Then I painted my fingernails to match my toenails. When my nails were dried, I went to my special drawer, the one where I kept all of feminine lingerie. I did not have a huge collection but I did have several nice things.

I decided on the pink lacy boy shorts and matching pink lace bra. I had cum twice already that day but when I slide the shorts up my legs I felt my “clit” start to get hard again. I hooked the bra and turned it around and slid the straps up my shoulders.

I rummaged around and found two old pair of pantyhose that I used to stuff the bra, giving me t illusion of having a set of perky 34B breasts. I did not have any makeup but I did have a tube of bright pink lipstick that matched the bra and panties I was wearing. I only had two pairs of women’s shoes and I picked the black 3 inch open toed heels so I could admire my painted toenails.

I realized I was hungry so I slipped on a short silk Kimono I had picked up on a trip to San Francisco and headed for the kitchen. I felt so feminine walking down the stairs in my high heels.

First thin I did when I went down stairs was to close every blind and lock all the doors so I would have privacy.

After fixing a salad and opening a bottle of wine I sat at the table and ate my meal. It was easy to imagine I was all dressed up and out on a date at a fancy restaurant with a handsome man. The image that kept coming to mind was Blake.

When I was done eating I took my glass and the bottle of wine to the living room and decided to watch Pretty Woman, a standard “chick flick”.

Halfway through the movie I was almost finished with my third glass of wine when someone rang the door bell. I froze, I knew whoever it was could hear the TV but there was no way I could answer the door dressed like I was.

“Stan, it’s me Blake, answer the door. Please.”

After what we had done earlier today there was no reason to be shy now. I quickly opened the door and let him in. Blake carried with him a brown bag. He stopped dead in his tracks. I started to pulled my kimono tight around me as I watched his eyes go from my face down my body and back up again.

“Don’t Sara, you are even more beautiful than you were this morning. Pink is definitely your color.”

Blushing I whispered. “Thank you.”

“Oh, I brought you a six pack to replace the beer I drank earlier.”

“You did not have to do that but since you did, do you want one?”

Blake laughed as he said, “I thought you would never ask.”

I was conscious of my heels clicking on the tile as I walked to the kitchen and I was pretty sure I could feel Blake’s eyes staring at my ass as i walked away.

I got put the six pack in the refrigerator and got out two cold ones and a glass. I poured on beer into the glass and carried the other one with me as I returned to the living room.

Blake was seated on the couch So I handed him the glass and sat the bottle on to the coffee table.

“You are not having one?” he asked.

“No I am drinking wine tonight”, holding up my half empty glass. I sat on the couch and tucked my legs under my butt letting my robe fall open.

Blake seemed to like looking at me. To be honest it was an incredible turn on to be looked at as a woman and Blake was not just looking, I thought I could see lust in his eyes as they kept roaming up and down my body.

He asked me what I was watching and I told him.

Blake laughed, “That is one of Jennifer’s favorite Movies. She says it reminds her of us.”

I gave him a questioning look, “Oh really?”

“Yes, but she was not a hooker when we met, I met her at a strip club, she was a dancer. The headliner actually and she was very good.” He laughed again, “I got her attention when I stuffed a $100 bill in her g string. I went back every night for a week until she agreed to go out with me.”

I had gotten better results from my task than I expected. Li had instructed me to somehow include my wife in my panty fetish. By this time, fetish seemed a pretty tame word. My fetish had progressed to dressing totally as a woman and attending Li’s fuck sessions. The last one she had me clean up her lover’s cum from her pussy. The next step was to call me over and have me perform oral sex on her.

I had no idea at the time that these puzzles pieces were starting to fit together. There had been no plan and all the events that ended up coming together started out randomly. So when I had finally manipulated myself into Chelsea accepting the idea of me wearing her pretty, but rather plain panties while she was gone, I had fulfilled the mission Li had given me. I was curious to see how far this would develop.

When Chelsea packed the hot lingerie and left her casual panties for me to wear, we had moved to a level of recognition. I had told her to show herself off wearing the new risqué lingerie and find ‘Mr. Big Cock’. She had responded by telling me about Li having lovers on the side. She did not make much comment on finding a man while she was out of town on her next trip.

Her first night away from home, she called me after work. We talked about things and then I asked her what she was going to do that evening.

“Shower and watch TV, I guess.” She answered.

“Oh, I thought you might shower, slip into your sexy lingerie and go out for a drink. Maybe find ‘Mr. Big Cock.”

“God, what has gotten into you?”

“Well, I am wearing a pair of gold panties with black trim. They were yours. Now that you have the really sexy stuff, these are mine. You should slip on the crotchless pair; go buy a short skirt and very high heels. Then go to the lounge and have a drink. Have two. Show those pretty legs and see if gentlemen don’t stare and hit on you.”

“Right. And then what?”

“I guess go to his room and let him fuck you through the crotchless panties.”

“Oh, my god, Mel. You are making me hot. You are so dirty.”

“Let me know how you make out.”

“Bye,” she said and hung up.

I did not know whether ‘bye’ was a sign that she didn’t want to talk about it or ‘bye’, ‘I am going shopping for a short skirt.’

The next night I called her and after some chit-chat I asked if she had gone out for a drink last evening. She giggled, but did not answer immediately.

“That was not an answer,” I said.

“Well…, uh… I did what you told me to do.”

“Really?”

“You kept teasing me, so I decided to do just that.”

“What did you buy? “I asked.

“I got a short navy skirt and wore it with a thin white top. My breasts were pushed out of the top and I bought five inch navy stilettos. Happy?”

“And?”

“Well, I went to have a drink in the lounge.”

“And?”

“Okay, guys were hitting on me all night.”

“Did you,…, you know? The skirt and panties?”

“I think a couple of guys managed to see up my short skirt. My new crotchless panties are very light and give a contrast to the navy skirt.”

I continued to ask questions and little by little I got more details. She had gone to the lounge. She bought a Scotch and water, but that was the only drink she bought that evening. There was no band in the lounge, but several men had tried to pick her up. She had not responded, but she felt guilty that she was showing her slick pussy and yet not responding to the guys trying to fuck her. One guy in particular had camped out at her table and bought her some drinks. He had managed to kiss her on the lips and got his hand nearly all the way up to her panties.

This was pretty startling information. Chelsea seemed to be still excited when she described the events. There was not a trace of anything held back so I assumed she was telling the truth.

“Were you hot?” I asked.

“God, yes.”

“Why didn’t you find out if it was ‘Mr. Big Cock?” I asked.

“I couldn’t do that to you.”

“Look, I already told you that I thought you might enjoy a big cock. Have you showered?”

“No.”

“Why don’t you shower and call me back?”

She agreed to do that. In the meantime, I showered and put on my stockings, garters and stilettos. I deliberately left the panties off and put on a sexy bra. I did my makeup and waited for her to call back. When she did, I asked her where she was going. She knew what I was asking.

“I guess I will go to the lounge and have a drink again.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Just panties now.”

“What color?”

“Bright pink.”

“Ok, I am going to slip on a pink pair of panties myself. By the way, my panties now. You can slip on your bra and short skirt. Do you have stockings?”

“No.”

“Well, go buy some before you go to the lounge and a garter belt. You can put them on in the department store dressing room. Then go to the bar and make sure you get all wet in the sexy pink panties. Hope you find ‘Mr. Big Cock’ tonight. Call me later if you find him.”

“You are so bad. What if I do find him?”

“Well, beyoğlu escort you might see if Li is right about ‘Big Cock’ tickling your fancy. Call me.”

I was beginning to feel that Chelsea could be trusted if she had a sexual encounter with another man. She knew that Li had lovers on the side. They surely would have talked about details if Chelsea knew that Li was fond of big cock. It was coming into focus now. Li had lovers. Li had me as a ‘girlfriend’. Li insisted that I include Chelsea in my crossdressing. So far I had only made it to the panty stage as far as with Chelsea. I trusted somehow that Li had not informed Chelsea of our encounters. Surely Chelsea would have reacted to this by now. Chelsea was now embracing my teasing about fucking another man. She made no mention of big cock. That was my teasing her about big cock, but Li had turned her on to the wonders of big cock for sure. Li never acted surprised about my tiny cock, but after seeing me in panties at first, I am sure she did not find it surprising.

I pondered all this until 1:30 am when Chelsea called. It was unusual for her to call at that hour, but this was an unusual trip.

“Honey, you said call back after the lounge. I got some stockings and the prettiest pink garter belt set. You were right. A man did come on to me. Actually, several. This guy Tony sat at the table with me and we had some drinks. He is thirty-three and built like an athlete. We kissed and he felt me up. My pussy was dripping and sopping my thong. He could feel the wetness. After a time, he grasped my hand and pulled it under the table to his cock. You were right. He is a ‘Mr. Big Cock’. I don’t know the actual size, but he was huge to me. No disrespect intended, Honey, but he made two of your cock. I was amazed. He wanted to take me to my room and fuck me. I settled him down and told him I would give him a blow job in his room. When we got there I pulled his slacks off and then his briefs. Just like you said, his cock is a huge turn on. I stripped down to my bra, panties and stockings and took him as deep as I could. He was quite a mouthful. No way could I take all of him. He came in my mouth. I have never actually tasted semen before and it was not unpleasant like I would have anticipated. I guess I have been missing out all along. After he came, we kissed. I mean sloppy kissing. He tasted his own cum on my tongue. That seemed so naughty to me. He moved me to a sixty -nine and he was running his tongue up my panties. I would have loved to give him all of me, but I wanted to get your approval. Were you serious about me fucking another man like Li does?”

Now I was about to cum myself. My little cock was hard in the sexy pink panties. Not to mention the stockings, wig, heels and makeup. I was a hot bitch myself listening to my wife tell me about her sex with another man. This felt somewhat like talking to Li. So matter of fact. So sexy. So girlfriend like. Finally I spilled my load in her panties. Panties that I had now claimed from her.

“I brought him to another orgasm. He came in my mouth again and his big cock started to soften. As it did he kept licking my pussy through my thong until I came. Honey, I was so wild. I am glad you have learned to make me cum with your fingers and mouth. It was great. I so wanted to fuck him, but I needed your approval.”

“Chelsea, you did everything except fuck him. Why did you wait? Of course you can have sex without me. Did you enjoy him getting you off with his mouth?”

“You know I did. Honey, thank you for opening my eyes. I have been so envious of Li’s sex life it is just like I was all pent up. You know, ready for something out of the ordinary. Knowing that you suggested it made it feel so right. So you would be okay with me fucking this guy if the occasion arose again?”

“Yes, Dear. I came in your panties while you were telling me your story. If you fuck him or someone else tomorrow night, let his cum leak out into your sexy panties and bring the dried cum home with you. I will save these cummy panties and we can compare when you get back. Good luck tomorrow and Happy Fucking. Call me tomorrow night when you are getting ready. Maybe buy some sexy new lingerie for the occasion. We can get dressed together for your night out.”

Sharing this occasion with Chelsea was not only invigorating, it was cathartic also. Li was correct. The intensity of my orgasm without the usual guilt was exhilarating. Chelsea had been having some sexual fantasies of her own. I still did not know completely whether she and Li had been heading to this conclusion, but it didn’t matter. The burden was off my shoulders. I was openly wearing my wife’s panties while she dressed in sexier ones and travelled her new road to sexual fulfillment. I now embraced the idea that given my sexual shortcomings, I could still participate in my wife’s new experiences. I was already giving her orgasms with my mouth. I now felt completely right about her having the opportunity to experience vaginal orgasms. Being with Li these months had convinced me that normal was what cihangir escort was fun and accepted by both parties.

I took off my makeup and went to bed wearing my prettiest nightgown and full cut satin panties. I awoke several times with the surreal pleasure of knowing that I was even closer to my wife now than I had been before. I could see some real possibilities in our future. When I awoke the following morning, I had made a couple of firm decisions. First, I was planning on getting dressed and made up in my most girly things that evening. I wanted Chelsea to describe everything she was going to wear when that time came.

The second thing was more startling. I had progressed in my job to the point that I was able to consider hanging out my own consulting shingle. I thought it might be possible and even more lucrative to go on my own. There were details to work out, but to keep my mind off Chelsea’s possible date, I spent much of the day researching and making some preliminary plans.

Apparently Chelsea knocked off earlier than usual that evening. She called me around five o’clock. I was a little surprised she had called so early.

“Honey,” she said, “I have been shaking all day thinking about what was going to happen this evening. Are you sure you are ready for this. I mean, I don’t want to do anything that will damage our marriage.”

“Absolutely, Chelsea. You seemed so ready last night. You aren’t having second thoughts, are you?”

“No, as a matter of fact, I wanted to see how you reacted to what I told you. I gave Tony my phone number. He is in town for another night and he wants to get together again.”

“So problem solved,” I said, “No need to have to wade through a list of candidates when you have a sure thing waiting.”

“I am going to take a long hot bath and then get ready to go out. You told me to call you before I got ready. I am not sure if my panties are going to match any of my other panties at home. I am going to wear a pink thong with white lace, my new garter belt and suntan stockings. I bought a demi-bra which barely covers my nipples. I guess you will just have to wear that pair of pink panties you came in last night.”

I was way ahead of her now. “Heck no”, I said, “You just gave me the strangest idea. I am going down to that adult store and buy just what you told me you are wearing.”

“You are?”

“Why not?” Your panties feel so good on my body that an even sexier pair might be just as sexy as yours.”

“Oh, well, what about the garter belt and stockings?”

“In for a nickel, in for a dime. Might as well go whole hog.”

“Wow, Honey, you are really into this panty wearing.”

“I didn’t realize how sexy I felt in them until I came in you pink ones last night.” I lied.

“Sweet, Honey. I am going to start my long bath now. You sure you are not going to chicken out buying lingerie for yourself?”

“I am so hot thinking about your date that I will not be embarrassed.”

“Ok, hurry up. I am going to start dressing at seven. I will have my makeup on before that.”

I called Li and told her about wearing Chelsea’s underwear. She was so happy that I had broken the news to my wife. I admitted that it was a work in progress and that Chelsea was stepping out for drinks that evening and we were going to get dressed together. Li asked if she could come over and watch me get dressed. That was kind of what I had in mind. I had to go to her house anyway because that is where all my good pretty stuff was. I told Li about Chelsea challenging me to go buy panties like hers. I also told her that I was going to complete the wardrobe with an ensemble that Li and I picked out. Chelsea would think that I purchased everything that evening when in fact all I had to buy was the panties. Li and I carried all my clothes and heels back to my house where she opened some wine and relaxed while I went to purchase the new panties. I figured I might as well get another pair or two while I was there.

Shopping for lingerie was easy for me now. It was just matter of fact. I told the sales lady what I wanted and asked for a few suggestions also. She never questioned the size or who I was buying for. I could easily wear Chelsea’s panties, but I was not going to tell her they were for my wife. I was a little disappointed that she did not ask. I made my way back home; showered and made sure I was completely hairless. I did my makeup with Li watching and suggesting some nice touches. I was already in my stockings and pink garter belt when Chelsea called.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Have you chickened out yet?” she quizzed.

“No, just got back from buying my matching outfit.”

“You really did that?”

“Try me.”

“Ok, Sweetie Boy, I am putting on my stockings.”

“Check. I already have mine on.”

“No? Seriously? Are you kidding?”

“All shaved and ready. Everywhere. Just like you, Beautiful.”

“Ok, Girly Boy, I am attaching my pink garters to the stockings.”

“Already did that.”

She giggled. “You better not ortaköy escort be lying. Okay, I am slipping into my stilettos.”

“Me too.”

“No way, you bought heels?”

“They sell those there also.” I said. It was true but I had mine for quite a while.

“This is wild if you are telling the truth. Okay I am stepping into my tiny little pink panties with the wispy lace trim.”

“I am with you. Oh, they feel so sexy against my hairless balls.”

“Nasty Girl,” she said.

“Me?” I asked. You are the one about to get fucked tonight.”

“Yes, well, maybe. Okay here comes the tiny bra clasped and snuggled under my full breasts.”

“Me too. Just no boobs. But this bra is so sexy; I might cum before it is time.”

“Now, my sexy little tight dress. Bet I lost you there.”

“Yeah,” I lamented to her. I didn’t want to get too wild yet. In fact I put on a low cut, high hemmed dress Li had picked out.

“Tony called. I am meeting him at the lounge in fifteen minutes. Last chance to play the veto card. Next time you talk to me you will be a cuckold. Better speak up now.”

“Have a good time and be sure to call me later.”

I hung up. Li was dressed in stilettos, a black thong and a tiny bra which somehow held those huge breasts in place. She looked like all breasts on top. She wore a long black duster over everything although it was so sheer that it hid nothing. She looked good enough to eat. Which is what I did for the next two hours. I changed into my duster like hers for a while and sipped some wine until she guided me to the bedroom where I pleasured her over and over like the good lesbian I am. When Li left to go home, I freshened up my makeup and put my duster back on. I was waiting for Chelsea to call. If everything went well, she would have a fresh load of cum in her pussy when she called back. I hoped that she would not forget. When I serviced Li, I was not allowed to cum and I looked forward to cumming into my own mouth when Chelsea described getting fucked by Tony’s big cock.

The hardest thing I had to do for the next four hours was to wait. Speaking of hard, my little boner was hard the entire time. I could just imagine Tony’s big cock spreading my wife’s wet pussy lips. I could almost feel the fullness myself as I imagined him penetrating her tight pussy. Would it hurt her? I hoped that she would not be too uncomfortable. I wanted her to experience the total ecstasy of having a huge cock pound her womb. I wanted her to come on his cock as he shot his seed into her.

Around 2 AM the phone rang.

“Well, Girlie Boy, you are a cuckold now for sure.”

“Don’t keep me in suspense. What happened?”

She described in vivid detail how she met him at the bar wearing her naughty lingerie and sexy dress. They attracted the eyes of all the men and most of the women in the lounge. About two drinks and she was feeling no pain. Tony kissed her. He rubbed up her stockings and up to the top. He traced the clasp on her garters and then moved up to her moist panties. They were tiny and completely drenched with her juices. He rubbed his hand along the slit of her pussy. She almost came right there. Tony paid the tab while Chelsea touched up her makeup in the ladies room. She also took off her bra and put it in her purse.

In the elevator, he almost stripped her naked except that she promised to give him a little striptease in the room. She felt his hard thick cock. Inside his room, she did a slow sexy strip. She threw each article of clothing toward him while he smelled the aroma of her heated excitement. She left the panties and stockings on and kneeled down. She stripped him of his clothes and took the head of his massive cock into her mouth. She sucked as much as she could get into her mouth and then bathed the massive tool and his big balls with her tongue.

He helped her up and placed her on the bed, pulling her panties off as he straightened up. There she laid, her pussy all slick with her juices. Tony kneeled down and lined his cock up with the soft petals of her vagina. She moaned as he pushed the bulbous head into her opening. He fed her a little on each stroke. She came when he was half way into her. Her eyes rolled back and the waves and contractions almost made her cramp. As she came down from her orgasm, she relaxed enough for him to keep pushing deeper into her. When he reached her cervix, she hurt a little and winced in pain. Tony stopped and started fucking her in slow steady strokes until she came again. He emptied his cum deep into her and kept up his stroking until she came yet again.

Per our plan which he knew nothing about, she reached for her panties and put them back on. She said that he questioned her about that and she told him it was just a habit. He was afraid that she was finished. She assured him that she was his for the next few hours.

She said that they fucked a total of four times and every time she put her panties back on after he came in her. Of course some of his cum ran out onto the bedsheets, but she attempted to catch it all in her panties. When they were both too tired to continue, she made her way back to her own room and called me and gave me the summary above. I tried to remember word for word. The image in my mind was so fresh and vivid as she neared the end of her story; I rolled over in bed and hunched my hips, cumming into my sexy pink panties with the wispy white lace trim.

Merry Christmas everyone and happy holidays. I hope you’re enjoying them. I just wanted to give you all a present. Enjoy. Tell me what you think in the comment section below. Like always, all characters involved with sex are over the age of 18.

*****

It’s official, I am in way over my head. With my wrists bound to the top of the bed and my ankles cuffed to the other end I really am in a bind.

Crack!

“Thank you, mistress, may I have another!” I groan in pain as the hottest woman I have ever met flogs my behind.

“You certainly may, my little bitch,” she says with a devilish smirk as she brings the flog down hard on my ass. “You are such a slut. My little cockslut.”

Smack!

Crack!

She makes sure each of my butt cheeks are red with the beating she gives them. She stands there in her black corset and fishnet stockings and thigh-high boots like the demoness that she is.

“Yes, mistress. I’m your pathetic little bitch,” I wince.

“Yes, you are. And what do pathetic little bitches deserve?” she asks with her dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Her steel-blue eyes pierce into me like a knife. Her big melons hang loose without the restraints of a bra. For such a small petite woman, she’s got quite the rack.

“Pathetic little bitches deserve to get their asses fucked by their mistresses!”

“Right you are,” she says with such a devilish smile. She slowly takes off her black silk thong to free the hammer between her legs. “Now, since you’ve been such a good little buttslut, I’ll let you get it wet before I fuck your ass raw.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” She walks up to my face as her dick dangles in front of me and grabs a handful of my hair. I open up my mouth as wide as I can before she stuffs her thick fat cock inside.

I have to grip my restraints as she forces me to gag on her cock. “Come on slut! I taught you better than that!”

I mumble incoherently as she plugs my throat with that fat dick of hers. Spit drools down my chin as I try to swallow her shaft.

She forces it down until my nose hits her clean-shaven pelvis. I struggle to breathe as I choke on her thick dick.

She doesn’t relent as she fucks my face, her cum filled balls slapping against my chin. “Fuck that’s how you suck a dick. Your sole purpose is to please me, you pathetic slut.”

She pulls her cock out of my mouth and I’m left coughing as I desperately try to breathe. She slaps my face with her dick.

Then she walks over to one of her many drawers full of toys and pulls out a ball gag. Before I know it, my mouth is stuffed with it and she tightly binds it around the back of my head. “I don’t want you talking and spoiling the moment for me, okay slut?”

She slides down my body until I can feel her dick between my asscheeks. “This is going to hurt you much more than it hurts me,” she laughs before she starts to push that big fat cock deep inside me. I scream through the gag as her dick tears me apart. Why do I put myself through this? The pain is almost unbearable. Her dick is too thick!

I feel it pop inside me, but she doesn’t give me time to adjust, she continues her conquest. I can’t help but groan out as her dick sinks deeper inside me.

Smack!

Her hand leaves a sting on my ass cheek.

She grabs my hair as she slowly starts to fuck me. “You’re my bitch. You got that? My little submissive slut. God, nerds are so fun to humiliate.”

She starts to pound my ass with that thick dick of hers. The sound of her thighs beating against my ass verberates through the room.

Each thrust deeper than the one before it. I cry out in a mix of agony and pleasure so deep, it takes over my body. This is why I put myself through the torture. It hurts so good.

She fucks me harder. Each thrust of her hips sends me into another world. The pain has all but subsided and only the pleasure comes from her cock.

In this moment, I am hers.

One more thrust and I.. “Urrgghhh!”

“Oh fuck! I’m going to cum!” She pulls out and hustles to get in front of me as she explodes all over my face. “Urgh! Fuck that feels so fucking good.”

She quickly pulls my gag off and shoves her dick in my mouth as she drains the last of her balls.

I suck her dry and swallow what I can.

“Well, that was so much fun,” she says as she starts to untie me. “You know, the offer is still on the table to become my full-time sex slave. Just saying.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I’ll give it some thought.”

“Same time next week?” she asks.

“Well, I was thinking. Would you like to come to a family Christmas dinner this weekend?” I look up into those steel-blue eyes with hope.

“Babe, you know I don’t get personal with my subs,” she says. She pats my head and scruffles up my hair before continuing to untie my legs.

“I know, it’s just, I’m kind of the black sheep of the family. It’s bad enough my father thinks I’m gay…”

“Well, you did just get done getting fucked up the ass,” she laughs.

“I know. I just want to impress my family. I’ve never şişli escort brought a girl home before. I guess that’s why my dad thinks I’m gay.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay,” she says.

“I know. I just… My parents are kind of… “

After she finishes freeing me I rub my wrists as I try to come up with the right term for it. “Assholes? I guess…”

“I know how that is, I disowned my parents a long time ago,” she says. She gives me an empathetic stare. “Look, I’ll tell you what, give me the details and I’ll consider it.”

“Really?” I ask looking up into those blue eyes.

“Yeah, to be honest with you, I haven’t celebrated Christmas for a really long time. It’d be a nice change for once.”

“You won’t regret it! I promise.”

“Hey, I didn’t agree to anything yet, I just said I’d consider it.”

“I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Just name it, I promise.”

She pinches her lips together as she rubs her cute dainty little chin. “Fine. But you owe me a huge favor and I’m going to punish the shit out of you when we get back. Just wait for the humiliating things I’m going to make you do.”

“It’ll be so worth it,” I laugh.

She gives me such a warm smile. “You know. I’ve never done this before. I guess I really like you. Now, get out of here before I change my mind.”

“Thank you so much! You won’t regret this, I swear.”

“I hope not.”

“I’ll show myself out.”

“Obviously.”

—

The Road Back Home

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” she says as she drives us both up north to my parent’s house. We ride in her new Tesla SUV. She’s got to be loaded. Her apartment itself must of cost a fortune. She’s got an entire penthouse to herself.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” I say.

“Don’t get too happy. Just wait until I come up with some kind of humiliating punishment for you,” she smirks.

“As I promised, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Oh, I know…” she turns and gives me such a devious smile before returning her eyes to the road. “So, give me the details about your family. What am I getting myself into?”

“Oh, where should I begin?” I touch my chin to think about how messed up my family is. “Well, for starters my dad is the most self-absorbed person you’ll ever meet. You’ll hear 8,000 different versions of his childhood all starting with back in my day. He’s also the leading expert on everything and he’s always right.”

“So he’s got a big ego, I take it.”

“That’s the understatement of the year,” I laugh. “My mother, on the other hand, loves to stick her nose in other people’s business. She’s also a cynic. You have no idea how many maids they have gone through because my mom either thinks their stealing or fucking my dad. She also loves to criticize. When she sees a flaw, she’ll pick at it and pick at it until you’re ready to blow your brains out.”

“Wow, sounds like you had a fun childhood,” she says.

“There’s still my brother and sister to talk about. And let’s not forget my extended family. One side is a bunch of crazy hillbillies and the other side is a bunch of stuck up rich snobs. Fortunately, you’ll only see the rich snobs. The hillbillies never get invited over to our Christmas dinners. They’re too much of a stain upon our family’s reputation.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot of pent up emotions towards your family,” she says.

“When you meet them, you’ll see,” I add.

“Okay, so tell me about your siblings,” she says.

“Well, where to begin, my brother is the golden boy. He literally can’t do anything wrong. Don’t get me wrong, he’s my brother and I love the guy, but in the eyes of my parents, he’s the equivalent to a saint. He’s also happily married with three kids. My nephew is 10 and my niece is 4. Alicia is a newborn. All of them are great kids. His wife’s pretty chill too.”

“And your sister?”

“The spawn of Satan.”

“Ouch. And why are you dragging me into this shit show again?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Because even though you’re such a cruel mistress, deep down you’re a nice person? And you want to help me finally impress my parents? Oh and there’s the part where I owe you a favor.”

She lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I am a nice person, aren’t I?”

“By the way, may I ask what the favor is?”

She looks at me and gives me a grin only the devil could match. “What’s the worst possible situation you could possibly think of?”

“That you’re a demon and you’re trying to steal my soul?” The sarcasm drips from my words.

The look she gives me is that of a guilty person in an interrogation room after the detective accuses them of murder. “How did you know?”

“What can I say? I’m just a straight-up Sherlock Holmes.” We both laugh.

“You are rather smart, I’ll give you that.”

“So, I take it you’re not going to tell me then?” I ask.

“Of course not, the surprise is the best part,” she laughs.

I check my phone to see I got a text from my cousin Angela. “You taksim escort going to be at the Christmas party?”

I quickly text her back. “Do I have a choice?”

“Lol. no. Cya in a bit,” she replies.

After a long drive, we finally pull up to one of my parents’ house. The three-story log mansion is the epitome of Northern Michigan’s wealth. She parks the car behind the cars that can only belong to my brother and sister.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” I say as I get out and grab the door for her.

“Thank you, slave.” She gives me a bright smile.

“Can you maybe not call me that here?” I plead.

“I was only kidding. I promise to exclude all BDSM from this trip, but when we get back, I’m going to punish you so severely. Just you wait, slave.”

I shiver runs down my spine at just the thought of what devious plans she has for me. I grab our luggage and we walk in together.

My father was the first to greet us. “Oh, you’re home. You look… healthy.”

His eyes wander over to Kayleigh. “And you are?”

“I’m Kayden’s girlfriend, Kayleigh.”

“Kayden never mentioned he had a girlfriend,” my dad says.

“Well that’s because we wanted it to be a surprise,” she says.

“Surprise!” I say with a bit of sarcasm.

My father’s eyes scan over Kayleigh as if he could give her a background check with his thoughts.

“Kayden has told me so much about you,” she says. “I’m happy that we can finally meet.”

“I’m sure he’s told you all good things,” my father says with a smile that isn’t all that warm as he tosses me a glance. He’s light fading golden hair that’s now almost nearly all-white is still comb to perfection.

“Yep,” she says, giving me a smirk.

“Ah, reminds me of back in the day when I introduced your mother to your grandparents,” he says.

“Did I hear Kayden?” I look around to see my older brother Charles walkout from the Kitchen. “I did!”

He rushes over and grabs me in a bear hug, pulling me off the ground. “How’s my little brother doing?”

“Great…” I squeak out as he crushes my lungs.

He sets me down as he sees Kayleigh. “Oh, who is this?”

“This is my girlfriend, Kayleigh. Kayleigh, meet my brother Charles.”

“It’s so nice to meet you. Kayden’s told me so many stories about you,” she says with a smile.

“Really? Did he tell you about the time at the cabin when we were teens? Or the boat trip? Oh and what about the spring vacation down to Florida? God those were some fun times,” he says with his golden smile that matches his golden hair.

“You two must be awfully close,” she smiles.

“Hey, Emma! Get out here, you’ll never believe it. Kayden’s got a girlfriend!” Charles yells.

“No fucking way!” I hear her yell.

“Language!’ mother shouts.

“Come on, mom! We’re all adults here,” she says as she comes to see us.

“Some of us, anyway,” Charles says to us as he looks back at Emma.

“Oh my god, you didn’t say she was hot. How the hell did you score this one? And to think we all thought you were gay,” she says, her golden hair tied up in a bun.

“Holy crap, you really are the black sheep,” Kayleigh says as she looks at my siblings and then at me.

“He takes after our mother,” Charles says.

“Always been a mommas boy,” Emma says.

“Shut up,” I sigh.

“Good to have you back, little brother,” Charles says.

I spot my mother as she makes her way towards us. “There’s my baby boy.”

She quickly pulls me into a hug. Her dark brown hair cascades over me like a blanket. “And who is this?”

“This is my girlfriend, Kayleigh.”

“It is very nice to meet you,” she says. “Kayden’s never brought home a girl. You must be very special. Although, he’s never mentioned anything about you.”

“Well, that’s because he wanted it to be a surprise,” she says.

“Or he’s just embarrassed by us,” Charles says.

“That’s more likely,” Emma agrees as she wraps her arm around my neck and speaks in a baby voice. “Our little brother has always tried to keep us a secret.”

“And you wonder why when you do stuff like that,” I mutter under my breath.

“Oh, don’t be like that!” she says as she messes up my hair. I wiggle myself out of her grasp.

“Uncle Kay kay!” Screams a little girl as she runs out from the kitchen and grabs ahold of my leg.

“Hey, how’s my little Junebug?” I ask as I lift her up into my arms.

“Better now that you are here,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her matching golden locks are up in a mess. I see my nephew walk up as he plays on his phone.

“What up, uncle Kay! Catch any new pokemon?” he asks.

“Maybe a new shiny or two,” I admit.

“Really? Want to trade?” he asks.

“Maybe… only if you got something good to offer,” I say.

“Oh, you’ll give me those shinies, cause you’re my favorite uncle!” he says with a devious grin.

“I’m your only uncle,” I say with a flat tone.

“Doesn’t mean you’re not the best,” beşiktaş escort he laughs.

“I swear, it’s impossible to say no to you,” I laugh.

“You’re such a nerd,” Kayleigh sighs.

“I know, right?” Emma says with a giggle. “Please don’t tell me you’re a nerd as well.”

“Oh hell no,” she says. “But I got to say, I do think it’s adorable.”

“Well, it was a long trip, let me show Kayleigh up to my room so we can put our things away,” I sigh.

“Okay, we will be having dinner in a couple of hours,” my mother says. “The party will be at 6 PM.”

“We’ll be here,” I say.

“You better be,” Emma says.

I grab our luggage and Kayleigh follows me through the living room. “Hey Kayden,” Kate says as she feeds the baby in a rocking chair. “Sorry I couldn’t come to greet you at the door.”

“It’s all good, you look like you’ve got a handful. How is Alicia doing?” I ask.

“She’s doing great. Want to see her?”

“Maybe after you get done feeding,” I laugh. “By the way, this is my girlfriend, Kayleigh. This is Kate, my sister-in-law.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Kate says.

“You as well.”

“Well, we’re going to get all settled in,” I say as I start making my way up the stairs with Kayleigh following me.

We walk into my room and Kayleigh immediately starts to look through everything. “Just as I pictured it, filled with nerdy stuff.”

“You know, you didn’t have to tell them you were my girlfriend,” I say.

“And miss out on all the fun? Besides, this is all just a ploy to get you to become my full-time slave,” she says as she walks up to me and pushes me onto the bed. She twists my nipples so hard I let out a yelp. Then she leans down and brings her lips to my ear. “You make my dick so hard.”

“I. uh…”

She clasps her hand to my mouth.

“Hey, Kayden!” My brother barges into my room without even knocking. I dump Kayleigh off of me as I shoot up off of my bed. “Oh… Sorry. Anyways, Emma’s trying to get a game of Euchre going, you two want in?”

“Uh…” I look at Kayleigh who doesn’t look happy about being pushed to the side.

“Sure. We’ll play,” she says.

“Yeah, we’ll be down in a minute,” I say.

“Alright, sounds good,” he says as he leaves.

“You’re going to pay for that,” she says as she gets off the bed.

“I’m sorry. I…”

“Don’t even think about giving me an excuse,” she says, crossing her arms against her chest.

“Fine, what’s my punishment?”

“I’ll think about it later. Let’s go play. I take it we’ll be on the same team? Win for me and your punishment will be less severe,” she says.

“And if we lose?” I ask.

“You know how much I hate losing,” she says, turning her head away from me.

“I know, Mistress. I won’t let that happen,” I say.

She turns back to me with a beaming smile. “Good.”

We find Emma and Charles downstairs at the dining room table long enough to seat all of congress. Of course, it’s made out of only the finest wood money can buy.

“Ready to get your asses kicked?” Emma asks.

“Bring it on!” Kayleigh says.

“You know how to play right?” Charles asks.

Kayleigh shrugs. “Not really.”

“Alrighty then. We’ll go over the rules as we play. It’ll be me and Emma versus you two. First one-eyed-jack deals,” Charles says as we take our seats across from each other. Charles starts to flip us each a card until I get the one-eyed jack.

“Looks like I’m dealing first,” I say.

Charles hands me the rest of the cards as I scoop up the flipped ones. I start shuffling.

“So, how did the two of you meet?” Emma asks. Damit, I knew this question would come up.

“Well, it’s a funny story,” Kayleigh says.

“It usually is with Kayden,” Emma laughs.

“Well, it’s not super unique or anything, we met a party. Kayden actually crashed it uninvited. The party was being hosted at my place. I swear, I’ve never seen someone look so out of place. I just had to go rescue him,” she says, giving me a big smile. That may not be the entire truth, but it’s the gist. I accidentally walked into a swingers party and it was Kayleigh’s party. And that’s how my submission to the most wild dominatrix began, but I’m certainly not going to tell them that.

“My friend gave me the wrong address. He also told me to just come in when I texted him. So that’s what I did. I thought it was his party,” I try to explain. Oh, how wrong I was. It was a complete shocker to walk in and see a ton of naked people walking around this huge mansion. Some were talking casually as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Others were fucking in front of everyone as if they had the room to themselves. It was the craziest thing I have ever seen.

“That’s Kayden for you. Not exactly the most gifted when it comes to socializing,” Emma laughs.

“Oh, remember the Christmas party we had, was it 5 years ago?” Charles asks.

“The one with the fondue fountain?” Emma asks with a grin.

“Yes! That’s the one. It was the funniest thing ever. Kayden… I still can’t believe you knocked over the fondue fountain on Aunt Evie,” Charles says.

“She was pissed,” Emma says. “Chocolate got all over her fur scarf or whatever that thing was.”

“That’s an understatement. She definitely had some words to say to poor little Kayden. He was nearly in tears,” Charles says.

Many years ago my Mum worked as a bridal consultant for a well-known wedding dress shop. One day to get off College so I could bunk rugby I complained of having a stomachache. The situation was ridiculous. I’m a young man of 19 who had volunteered to continue with my education and study accounts so why the authorities insisted I had to do Rugby as part of the curriculum escaped me. Anyhow my stomachache ruse worked like a dream and as the winter got worse I used the excuse more often until one day my Mum insisted I went with her to work rather than stay home alone. I assumed that I would sit in a corner reading or doing homework but my Mum had other ideas. She was no fool – I realize now that she knew my stomach ache was an elaborate excuse to avoid going to College. Her intentions were good but rather than confront me she planned to make my ‘off sick’ day sufficiently uncomfortable so that I wouldn’t do it again.

Initially at the tiny shop I did read and study but it wasn’t long before Mum and the manageress, who I called Auntie Rachel, got me helping them by sorting out magazines and tidying the shelves. Soon the shop was spotless and though reluctant to admit it my Mum seemed very pleased with my work. For rather than being humiliated at having to work in a bridal shop surrounded by beautiful dresses, I rather enjoyed myself. I lapped the whole experience up like a cat with the cream. I found all the dresses enchanting, the sensual feel of the silks, the stiffness of the netting and the crisp fresh linen smell. I spent as much time as I could without arousing suspicion flicking through all the fabulous wedding shoes and sexy lingerie. I know it wasn’t natural but I couldn’t help myself and I dreamily walked amongst the racks of beautiful dresses wondering what it would be like to actually wear one of the feminine creations. Yet despite all these distractions there was little for a young man to do and I soon began to feel bored.

I watched my Mum and Auntie Rachel with interest. Auntie Rachel had a wedding dress on a tailors dummy and was frantically making alterations in preparation for a wedding the forthcoming Saturday. Mum was thumbling rather clumsily with a smaller bridesmaids dress for the same event. I watched in fascination as she delicately handled the billowing skirts and layers of netting. She looked flustered, pricked her finger and glared at me angrily as if it was my fault.

‘It’s no good,’ she said to Rachel crossly ‘I can’t work on this beautiful dress without a model if I’m not careful I’ll ruin it.’ She pointed to the tailors dummy that Rachel was working on miserably. ‘When will you be finished? It’s ridiculous having only one model to do this work.’

Rachael smiled with understanding, ‘I’m sorry but I’ll be using this for the rest of the day. You’ll just have to improvise.’ Mum was furious and looked at me for inspiration. It was then I saw the first wicked glint in her eye and as she looked back at the bridesmaids dress all spread out across the floor I knew what was going through her mind. ‘David,’ she said sharply. ‘You may as well make yourself useful.’ She paused and smiled. ‘You will have to be bridesmaid.’

My heart leapt a beat and my pulse began to race as I suddenly realised that I was being given the golden opportunity to cross dress. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to dress as a pretty bridesmaid without ridicule or secrecy. My heart began to flutter and my mouth felt as dry as a desert. Of course my Mum had a hidden agenda, she wanted to humiliate me so I would never miss College again but unbeknown to her rather than be repulsed I loved the idea. But I had no choice as before I could say anything she was standing in front of me pulling at my jeans and T-Shirt like a woman possessed. I felt it necessary to complain but my attempts where probably meek and pathetic and I soon stood before them in only my vest and pants. This was rather humiliating – as I forget that half the shop was glazed by a massive window and being on the high street I was on full view of all the passers by and for the first time that day I noticed all the shoppers peering inside to see what all the commotion was.

‘What a great idea,’ Auntie Rachel said with a dry smile. ‘He’s perfect, rake thin, about the right size and I’ve not noticed before but he has a fragile beauty and a complexion that looks as if its been airbrushed.’ She was right, for a nineteen year old boy I was underdeveloped and had a frame more reminiscent of a ten year old girl.

What could I do? As before I could say “poesy” Mum held the pretty bridesmaids dress out for me to step in to. I looked at it closely. It was a classic cut bridesmaid or communion dress in a sumptuous Ivory silk. It had a satin bodice with a round neck and short puffed sleeves and from what I could see it had a button back fastening. According to Rachel who seemed to be getting increasingly excited, it had a three quarter length organza skirt that was fully lined with a mecidiyeköy escort stiff net petticoat and was one of her most popular lines. I could understand why it was beautiful and had a stunning, contrasting dark purple organza tie sash that looked amazingly long. All in all it looked incredibly girlish and very inviting.

‘No, I’m not a girl,’ I say half-heartedly in a tone that was reminiscent of an English public-school girl.

Mum and Rachel laughed in unison. ‘Don’t be silly. Use your imagination. Can’t you pretend,’ Rachel said. ‘In a way it’s a rite of passage for every pretty girl.

‘But I’m not a young girl’ I sob faking misery as if an Oscar depended on it. ‘I’m a young virile man.’

‘Maybe so but YOU are very pretty and YOU will make a beautiful girl and a particularly sweet bridesmaid.’ Mum was now laughing. ‘Besides if you can’t go to College you’ll just have to help me.’

‘No,’ I squeal like an excited schoolgirl, ‘this isn’t right,’ yet irrespective of my complaints I nervously I took a tentative step forward and pointed a toe into the dress as if stepping naked into a cold enchanted lake. Though Mum was reacting perfectly normally, it seemed faintly absurd. I knew nothing about weddings – I was far to young to even consider marriage – but I felt a strange calling. I’m not sure if it was bridesmaid specific but from that moment on I just knew dresses were for me. Just like strawberries and cream I felt we where made to be together. My cock grew stiffer as I held my breath as the ruffles of lace immediately tickle my smooth leg and a strange dizzy sensation splashes throughout my body.

‘That’s a good girl’ Mum mocks as I step in the second leg. ‘We will soon have you looking like a pretty girl should.’ I grinned openly for the first time as she pulled it to my waist and paused studying my flat chest and the dresses bodice. ‘Oh dear darling, we need some help up top. Here, hold this.’ She made me hold the dress by the bodice around me like a curtain as she disappeared to rummage in a large draw at the back of the shop. She soon found what she was looking for and she wrapped the lightly padded bra round my chest. Even though I loved every second I felt my face redden as she clipped me in, padded the cups lightly with some tissues and pulled the dress up over my shoulders. To her delight my temperature rose and I felt me face redden as she fed an arm into each puffed sleeves. Almost immediately the lightly boned silk bodice gave me an admirable figure and Mum… changing her tune somewhat, smiled proudly.

The dress was magnificent – so soft and flattering with feminine and elegant line. It was much better than I ever imagined. Trussed up like a little girl surrounded by pretty dresses should have sent me into panic but in stark contrast I found the whole experience delightfully comforting and my little cock began to stiffen. To this day I’m not sure what happened next but this beautiful dress not only made me look like a little girl but also wrapped in its sumptuous frills and lace I even felt like an angelic little girl. It was magical. I didn’t feel like a young man anymore. I was born again. I felt like a sweet angelic girl for whom butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I didn’t want to play Rugby or roughly ride my bike. I wanted to look irresistibly pretty, comb my hair, experiment with make-up, help Mum with the cooking and play with dolls. I felt as if life had taken on a new meaning. Overjoyed I shook my hips and watched in awe as the dress swung rustling around me and a warm draft whistled around my legs. I shivered and momentarily shut my eyes imagining myself skipping proudly up the isle behind a beautiful bride. Rachel put on some beautifully romantic harp music and I screwed my eyes tight as Mum took a long blonde wig from the mannequin in the window and stretched it gently over my head. The transformation was complete. I made a wish…Yes, A wish… Not content with dressing as a bridesmaid I now wanted to go to an actual wedding and be a bridesmaid. All dressed up with nowhere to go I would have given anything to be a real bridesmaid but knew that was imposable… or was it?

Mum didn’t seem to notice the tiny smile on my face as she rather aggressively buttoned me securely into the dress obviously displeased that I wasn’t crying with shame, humiliated and ridiculed, pleading for her to undress me. She tried a different tack as she tied the long purple sash into a huge pretty bow. ‘Oh my darling what a princess. This dress has done more than strip you of your masculinity its taken years off your age aren’t you glad you didn’t go to ghastly College? And talking of which how’s that nasty stomach ache now? Gone?’

I knew her game and smiled angelically. ‘It’s feeling better,’ I said but I didn’t really care I felt like a fairytale princess. A beautiful princess with long sunny blonde, shiny hair from an enchanted land full of flowers and sweet music. nişantaşı escort I just loved the feeling of the dress tickling my slender legs, the bra tight round my chest. The skirts swirling round my waist. I take a deep breath and smelt the feminity. Mum holds me lightly by the hand and steps me round the shop like a spoilt poodle at a dog show. I forget who I was and minced round as directed swaying my hips, crossing my legs, swinging my arms lightly from side to side like a real girl.

‘This is all very nice but can I remind you of the time. If I don’t get these finished today we’re in trouble.’

‘Good point, Rachel, Sorry. Pop onto the box,’ she says tapping the wooden box in the centre of the shop and let Mummy finish your gorgeous dress.’ I blush, step gingerly, barefooted onto the box, my skirts swaying like church bells.

‘Heels and tights,’ Rachel says abruptly. ‘If he’s to dress as a bridesmaid he needs white shoes and I don’t want his sweaty feet unprotected in a new pair from stock.’

‘Hmm good idea,’ Mum says thoughtfully, ‘and while we are accessorizing – my darling daughter needs…’ Her hands shoot up my skirts, hook my pants with a manicured nail and yank them mercifully to the floor. ‘…A pretty pair of knickers.’ Rachel and Mum both laugh as my pants lay crumbled around my ankles and for the first time I feel rather foolish. In truth I was more concerned that Mum had noticed my little excited cock as I couldn’t see how to justify such arousal. It was one thing to be dressed against your will as a little girl but a totally different ball game if she saw I was getting off on it. Fortunately Mum didn’t notice and was delighted with my “knickers” reaction but as I stood there their eyes studying me from head to toe the thought of wearing a pair of pretty girls panties took hold and as I imagined their soft caress and I almost toppled off the box.

‘What do you think?’ she said to Rachel, ‘a pretty pair of high sided panties, a thong or a pair of frilly French knickers?’ I shudder and almost cum against the netting underskirt that rubbed teasingly against me. Mum frowns. I think this was because my reaction wasn’t as she hoped as she thought upping the anti would get me more embarrassed. Oh how wrong she was as I tried not to show any more enthusiasm as the two ladies rummaged in a large box for the most feminine pair of kickers they could find.

So a few minutes later I was back on the box dressed in the pretty bridesmaids dress with a pair of stretchy ivory tights on my legs. 10cm ivory coloured satin heels on my feet and a pair of amazing silky smooth knickers on my butt plus yet another net underskirt. It was as if a light bulb had been switched on in my head. I felt energised, full of excitement – hope, even. I twisted my hips and looked down at my feminised form. I could hardly see my tiny feet due to the net underskirts that were so frilly my dress stuck out horizontally like a ballerina. As I gazed in awe I realised how I was unable to hold my hands down by my sides due to all the material and holding them bent at the elbow with my wrists ever so slightly limp just accentuated my total feeling of feminity. Everything felt so delicious – so perfect. I never dreamt all these pretty things could be so comfortable. It was so luxurious and easy to wear – it gave a look of real feminine luxury. The panties cut into my groin, the boned bodice squeezed my stomach so hard it knocked the breath out of me and the padded bra made me feel top heavy. Above all my nylon covered legs and layers of netting underskirt made me feel open, exposed and very vulnerable. For the first time in my life I began to feel what it was like to be a pretty girl and I was jealous. Yes jealous! I knew then I wanted to be like this all the time and I wondered what it would be like to dress as a young lady more my age. My little cock began to spasm and a sense of relief ran through me as all the skirts and lingerie masked any erection. Suddenly aware of an audience I glanced up and out the huge shop window and saw half a dozen women staring inside. All of them eyes wide open exchanging admiring glances amongst each other. I felt beautiful and so special like a magical fairy on the top of a little girls musical box or a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. I felt compelled to show off so for the benefit of my audience I imagined I was holding a sparkling fairy wand and spun round on my heels, arms aloft, sending my skirts spiralling yet further outwards. Then with all eyes on me I concluded my performance with an elegant and rather over emphasised curtsey. I grinned proudly and saw an elderly lady clap and a younger mother with a pram raise her hand to her mouth in amazement, I felt so, so special.

Rachel was delighted with all the attention I bought to her shop and as I felt like a million dollars I felt we were both winners. Unfortunately my Mum didn’t look so pleased. Why should she? Her evil etiler escort plan had back fired as rather than humiliate me so I hated every minute of my “off sick” day she had lightened a feminine longing in me that must have laid smouldering deep within me for years. But my mum was a professional and she didn’t let her personal annoyance upset Rachel or her work – In fact after awhile she seemed to accept me as an excited bridesmaid not her sissy son who was bunking off College.

Its true that day I saw Mum in a new light as she fussed with the dress like a mother to be and talked to me as if I was her daughter not her son. She sewed on the odd sequin and adjusted a frill as Auntie Rachel continued with her work. I lost track of time. I stood there stock still as directed in a trance dreaming of being carried away on horseback by a handsome young princess. I even got to enjoy their compliments as every now and then one of the two would compliment me on something. My shapely ankles, my smooth willowy legs or my enviable figure – they where spoiling me.

‘The other girls would die with envy if they saw you now.’ Mum chuckled and I imagined all the College girls coming into the shop staring at me open mouthed unable to comprehend what had happened to me. Then an evil gremlin got into my dream and one girl sneered nastily at me and raised my skirts aloft so all the other girls could see my masses of net under skirts, tights, pretty girls knickers and my hard, very unfeminine excited cock.

‘Look how he likes to dress as a pretty girl and wear girly things,’ she shrieks with laughter. ‘Isn’t he a pretty boy?’ Suddenly all the other girls admiration dissolved and they all looked at me with abject horror. ‘What a sissy,’ another girl cries and then one by one they begin to taunt me. ‘Sissy, sissy, sissy’ they sing louder and louder. I look towards Mum and Auntie Rachel with pleading eyes hoping they will make them stop but to my horror I see they’re chanting too. ‘What will the other lads think of him now.’ The biggest girl says. ‘They always said he was a fairy.’ They all laugh like hyenas and I feel my eyes reddening but then all of a sudden I’m rudely awoken as Mum tugged the lace hem downwards as she finished the dress. ‘There my precious,’ she says triumphantly, ‘Fit for a princess.’ As she did so the door of the shop suddenly opened and in marches a stern looking woman. I want to hide but the woman sees me standing on the box like a policeman directing traffic and smiles.

‘Mrs Swindale,’ Auntie Rachel cries ‘Isn’t it a lovely day.’

I cowed in horror as I realise that it’s my lecturers from College.

‘Hum!’ she huffs ‘I wish. I’ve got a major problem little Rebecca has got measles and can’t make my daughters wedding this Saturday and I’m desperately trying to find a replacement. Can you suggest anyone?’

Mum and Rachel down tools and look at her sympathetically.

‘In my day most girls would love to be a bridesmaid,’ Mrs Swindale says, ‘but now can I find anyone remotely interested in looking pretty and wearing a dress? No, I just don’t know what’s wrong with the young girls of today. One young madam even had the audacity to agree if I paid her. I ask you? I want a young girl who has a burning desire and wants above anything else to be a sweet angelic bridesmaid.’

Mum and Auntie Rachel look at me then each other. ‘We might just know someone,’ they both say together looking at me. ‘We are just doing the final alterations to your Rebecca’s dress and we have a very willing helper here.’ They both look at me and smile wickedly.

The penny drops and Mrs Swindale curls her lips to reveal a set of stained and crooked teeth. ‘Oh my saviours. Are you the pretty girl I’m looking for?’

I nodded automatically

‘I thought I recognised you. Such a lovely girl and so familiar,’ her voice trailed off as she walked around the box inspecting my dress and me.

‘But it’s not you,’ she purred rubbing her chin thoughtfully, ‘It’s the dress, isn’t it?’ I nod as she laughs and I feel a huge sense of relief. ‘What a beautiful little girl. You will be perfect. Oh do say you’ll come? Please do? You’ll have a lovely day. And don’t worry you needn’t stay in this beautiful bridesmaids dress all day. After the service and during the reception I’m sure you can dress in something more trendy.’

Oh the very thought! A whole day dressed as a pretty bridesmaid and the evening as a girl. My mind raced and I began planning mentally what I should wear. I imagined a pink hippie dress, a pretty lemon dress with a floral pattern and strangely a leather mini skirt and a boob tube. Then I imagined a dainty pair of frilly knickers on my plump arse and I shook my head in disbelief but my mind was in overdrive and my excited cock spasmed and dampened my knickers. I opened my mouth to accept but Mum answered quickly on my behalf.

‘I’m sure this little girl will love to be your daughters bridesmaid this Saturday. What do you say Cindy?’

Cindy? I’m slow to respond to my new name and I stare open mouthed at her unable to even utter a sound.

‘Good that’s settled then Cindy would love to be your pretty bridesmaid.’ But then her face suddenly changed and a frown stretched across her forehead. ‘Lets hope that her nasty stomach ache has gone by then.’

This is a continuation in the My Life series. It does assume you’ve read the other parts, so if you are coming across this for the first time you should start at the beginning. I do try to write each story to stand alone, but its better if you know the history.

*

I was on cloud nine as I walked up the steps to my house. It was mid-morning and a beautiful day. I was no longer a virgin and the world seemed to be celebrating this. The sun was out, the birds were chirping. I felt really good. I was surprised.

I mean, when I went to Mr. Moran’s house last night any number of things could have happened. He could have been rough or mean. He wasn’t any of those things, I had to admit my Mom was right; he was perfect for my first time. I also didn’t know if I would feel dirty or weird after, he was much older and my English teacher after all and we have a complicated history. I didn’t. I felt like this is what my body was made for and all was right with the world.

I opened the door to the kitchen (our house was laid out kind of weird) and there was my Mom with a beaming smile on her face and a cup of steaming coffee. She welcomed me home with a big and knowing hug. I once again marveled at my gorgeous and amazing Mom. I had just had sex for the first time, she knew it, practically encouraged it and here she was welcoming me home. Not for the first time I realized how lucky I was to have her.

She handled her son needing to become her daughter (I’m Trans if you are just joining us) with grace and acceptance. She prepared me well for the world and this next step in it. It was such a wonderful feeling.

“So, my young lady has become a woman.” She said once she saw me blush. “Tell me everything and don’t you dare skimp on the dirty parts.”

My Mom was like that; very open about sex and sexuality. I was slow to start. I am really shy by nature and not as forthcoming as my Mom about these things. Once I started though it all just came tumbling out. She listened intently and smiled and nodded a lot.

“So you like men then?” she asked when I finally wound down.

“Yes!” I started, then immediately realized the import of the question, “Well I mean yes I like men, but I think I like girls too, I just don’t know.”

“Don’t worry Sweetie,” she replied in a motherly tone “you’re young and you’ll figure it out.”

Spending the night at Kelly’s

Preparing for my sleep over at Kelly’s was nerve wracking. OK, so I am 18 years old, you’d think I would have a better handle on things like this, but if you read my history, well you know how big a deal this was for me. It was going to be my first sleep over with my first friends ever. I was also going to drop the bomb about my gender. There were just too many unknowns and so I was nervous to the point of shaking.

As a result of all this, I started preparing early and I prepped like it was going to be an arctic expedition, making a checklist of everything I needed. I dressed in casual comfortable clothes, just a light floral pattern dress, yellow with blue delphiniums on it and a pair of simple flats. I did my hair and makeup with in a relaxed and casual look with studied precision, a contradiction I know but that is how I felt. The process helped.

I have to admit that there was one point that I broke down crying and almost backed out of the whole thing. It came when I was doing the simple daily think of tucking my penis away and pulling on some panties. It’s not terribly big and as I have stated before I love it and would never part with it, but this one time it made me feel like the biggest fraud in the world. I was sure, absolutely convinced that my new friends would hate me and everything would be awful.

Fortunately my Mom walked in on the middle of this freak out and gave me a pep talk. Before long I was smiling and once again ready to go. I can never say enough about how important she is to me. She ended with a piece of advice that I will always remember.

“Tonight you’ll be looking for truth. If the truth is too much for these girls to handle, then they never really were your friends. If it goes badly, you always have my love and you’ll find the right friends some day.”

That statement gave me the courage I needed to keep going. Two hours later I pulled up at Kelly’s house in my crappy little Honda Accord. I walked up the path through her well-manicured yard and rang her door bell with an arm full of stuff (purse, bag of clothes, makeup bag and pillow) and a tummy full of butterflies.

Kelly’s dad was an older, balding, black man with a big belly, glasses and a welcoming smile. I instantly loved him, he was just so cute! To answer your question right off the bat, yes I totally would have slept with him. The things you pervs make me think about, gosh!

I guess my taste in men is kind of weird. He was just so nice and I find that really attractive in a guy. He welcomed me in and took my stuff off my hands.

Kelly’s mom was an enormous blonde white woman. By enormous I mean merter escort she was big all over but in a really attractive way, she had big hips and gigantic tits, she was the kind of woman you just wanted to hug and fall in to. I didn’t have to wait long either, as soon as she saw me she enveloped me in a warm, if nearly crushing embrace.

“You must be this Tammy we keep hearing about.” She gushed.

“Yes Ma’am” I responded on my best behavior as my Mom taught me.

“Oh stop all that, you call me Clara and that fat bald guy over there is Tom.” I laughed at this.

“Thank you both, you have a lovely home.” I replied. It was true too, their house was immaculate and done up in a style that was reminiscent of the 70’s or something.

“Well thank you dear, you’re such a sweet thing, the kids are in the family room.”

She showed me the way. Theresa and Kelly were playing Mario Kart on the Wii when I got there. They were both yelling and laughing as they raced and threw stuff at each other. I had never really played a lot of video games so I wasn’t too sure what to make of it. Kelly eventually won the round.

Kelly handed me a controller and joined me in for another game. Wholly crap it was fun. I lost, badly, but it was hilarious and I loved it. We played for a couple hours and talked about general school gossip while Kelly kicked both our asses repeatedly. By the time Kelly’s parents announced pizza for diner I had completely forgotten about all of my worries.

As a reminder, Theresa and Kelly were my first and only friends that I had met in school. Theresa was what some people would call chubby but I call voluptuously gorgeous. She had big tits, curvy hips, dark hair and big blue eyes. Kelly was a small girl; whip thin with mocha brown skin and big crazy hair. She had these dark eyes that could just look right through you.

Dropping the bomb

After we totally pigged out on pizza we got into our PJ’s and settled down to watch a movie. I honestly don’t even remember what movie it was. We barely got into it before Kelly started tickling Theresa, who in turn started in on me. This all resulted in a general break down of civil society in Kelly’s living room and before long it devolved into an all-out pillow fight. It was all kinds of ridiculous fun.

After a while we became aware that Kelly’s dad was watching us. He had this big smile on his face, which was super endearing. He had come in to tell us it was time to settle down as he and Clara were going to sleep.

We settled down in front of the movie until he left, but as soon as he was gone Kelly turned to me and said “OK, time to spill it.” Theresa turned to me as well, her expression curious.

“Spill what?” I said disingenuously, my heart pounding.

“Your big secret,” she replied, “you said you were going to tell us.

“Yeah,” Theresa said “tell us.”

I looked back and forth between them and my vison started to blur as my eyes filled up with tears. I was so afraid of what they were going to say, how they would react. I loved these girls with all my heart and I didn’t want to lose them.

Theresa saw my eye first and the compassion on her face was heart breaking. She moved to hug me, to tell me it was OK, but I stopped her. “No.” I said, “let me get through this and if you still like me then please hug me all you want.” The tears finally broke and rolled down my cheeks. I was sure a dark line of mascara followed but I didn’t care.

“I am not what I look like.” I began. They both looked back at me quizzically.

“I… I…” god why did this have to be so hard? I looked away as I said it, my voice cracking just above a whisper.

“I wasn’t born a girl.”

“What?” Kelly asked as if she didn’t hear.

Again with more strength I looked her in the eye and said, “I’m trans, I was born a boy.”

“Oh my god” Theresa responded in a quiet voice and unreadable tone. I looked away again, tears flowing freely down my face now.

“Wholly shit!” Kelly said, “Are you for real?”

I wiped my face and looked back at her incredulous at her response, totally not what I was expecting. “Yeah” I replied.

“Wow that is fucking amazing.” She said, shaking her head.

I still wasn’t sure how to read their responses. It was just too much and I broke down sobbing, full on body wracking sobs. A little voice in the back of my head was chastising me “Gawd what a baby!” it said.

Then it happened. Theresa tackled me, wrapped her arms around me. For a second I thought she was going to try to hurt me. Instead she was giving me the biggest and strongest hug imaginable.

Then I felt another pair of arms go around me from behind as Kelly joined the hug and I just shook and sobbed uncontrollably into Theresa’s shoulder. The crying went on for some time. The emotions were just too much for my feeble mind to handle. They were both soothing me with soft nothings like “sshhhh, ssshhh” and “It’s going to be OK”

After osmanbey escort a while my faculties returned enough to ask the burning question “So you guys still like me then?”

“Of course” Theresa the compassionate one responded immediately.

“No!” Kelly responded, then followed with “We love you, you dumb ass!” Ever the drama queen that one. I couldn’t help but laugh.

They held me a long time as we did the laugh cry thing. For the longest time the only other human being in my life was my Mom. Mr. Moran was fun, and I definitely felt something for him, but it wasn’t this kind of closeness, this bond. This, this was something altogether different. I needed this.

As the weight of the world finally floated away off my shoulders I found I could breathe easier. I felt lighter. I had no idea I was carrying so much anxiety around with me. No clue.

After a while they let go and we sat cross-legged across from each other in our PJ’s. T took a wet wipe out of her purse and cleaned up my face. She cleaned hers as well, she had been crying too.

Then Kelly looked at me mock seriously and said, “Girl, you got some splainin to do.”

So I did. I started at the beginning, explaining about how I always felt different. I told them about seventh grade and the hospital. That pissed Kelly off big time; I thought she was going to break something. Theresa just seemed sad hearing about it. I assured them both that it was horrible but in some ways was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I told them everything, well everything except the parts with Mr. Moran. I didn’t tell them he rescued me or that we were having sex. I made a promise and I intended to keep it.

Playing truth or dare

After all that seriousness Kelly decided to lighten things up a bit. “Truth or dare?” she said, looking at me, challenging.

“Umm truth I guess.

“Do you have a penis?” she asked.

“Umm, yeah I do.”

We did a couple of rounds in this way, all of us picking truth. I found out both Kelly and Theresa had had sex with past boyfriends, but that it was mostly not satisfying. I also found out that they had fooled around with each other a few times, experimenting.

When it finally got back to me again, I was getting kind of tired of all the revelations. Revealing hard truths can be exhausting.

“Dare.” I replied to Kelly.

“I want to see your tits.” She demanded. Theresa hid her giggles behind her hand, scandalized as Kelly stared at me. I didn’t hesitate at all, just pulled my top over my head. My tits are small but really pretty. I fill an A cup pretty well and can sometimes wear a B depending on style and padding.

“Wow.” Kelly said when I was topless, “that is soooo not fair.”

“What?” Theresa asked as she admired my chest as well.

“She has awesome tits and she was born a boy.” She replied, “Are they implants”

“No,” I replied, “they are natural; well I mean they grew when I started taking hormones.”

“Damn.” She responded as she reached out and gave my left boob a squeeze. “Damn.” She repeated.

The next round Kelly and T also took dares. By the time we were done we all sat facing each other topless. I now understood why Kelly was a bit angsty, her breasts were just small smooth swells on her chest topped with really sexy dark chocolate covered cones. I thought she was gorgeous but I could see why she was jealous.

Theresa was a bigger girl all around, curvy and beautiful. She had the chest full chest of a mature woman, with large pink areolas. She was shy like me and we both sat blushing furiously as Kelly just openly checked us out.

I took dare again, this time from Theresa. “Can we see it?” she asked, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her upper chest.

“See what?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t play dumb with us!” Kelly demanded.

“Ok I said, but let me go to the bathroom first.”

I went into the bathroom, I did have to pee. I took care of business then I untucked my little girl cock. It had been straining to get out anyway and had been hurting quite a bit when the other girls took their tops off.

I came out and sat between them. They were both watching me really intently. I slid my bottoms over my hips revealing my black lace panties. Honestly I would have worn something simpler but I really only had pretty panties. Just my thing I guess. Unmistakable in those panties was the bulge of my girl cock. It’s not very big, about five inches and fairly thin. I think it is a nice match for my feminine body.

Kelly and Theresa were both staring; mouths hung half open, waiting. I took the next step and hooked my thumbs into my panties and pulled them down over my hips. My pretty little cock flopped against my lower belly.

“Whoa” Kelly exclaimed, Theresa was still speechless.

“Can I touch it?” She asked.

“Sure.” I replied nervously, biting my bottom lip as she reached a tentative finger out bağcılar escort to touch my now throbbing cock.

“Mmmm” I moaned, trying to stop myself from cumming right then and there. I was able to hold back.

Then Theresa did the same, looking at me for permission. She touched it gently at first with her long French manicured nails. I squirmed. Then she scooted closer to me and I felt her hand encircle my cock. Her big blue eyes were just inches from mine, her large breast grazed across mine as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Oh holy fuck, you two are gonna do it.” Kelly exclaimed, then Theresa closed the distance and kissed me. I moaned into her mouth as our tongues met and our breasts pressed together.

Kelly made a strange noise, something like “Ugnh.” and Theresa and I broke our kiss and looked at her. She had a hand shoved into her PJ bottoms and was rubbing slowly up and down. We both giggled at that. Then Theresa shut me up with another kiss, her body drawing me in. I felt a heat on my thigh as Theresa started grinding herself against me as she stroked my cock faster and kissed me harder. I really wasn’t expecting this and it took all I had not to cum.

“Wow!” Kelly exclaimed again between moans.

Silence fell except for the frantic moans of three girls trying to release the built up tension. I slid my hand over the beautiful swell of Theresa’s belly and into her PJ bottoms. She was smooth, shaved and very hot and wet. I slid a finger inside her and it was like heaven when she arched her back and moaned.

This was the first pussy I had ever touched. It was amazing but also complicated in a way my cock was not. I had seen porn, read and heard enough to know that finding her clit is what would get her there, and I desperately wanted to make this girl cum. My own orgasm was threating to burst through and overwhelm my senses.

My PJ bottoms and panties were down around my mid thighs. Theresa stopped rubbing my cock long enough to pull hers down too. She ground her pussy hard against my hand.

It was her hips that did it. Theresa was a voluptuous girl, similar to my Mom. When I saw her hips grinding back and forth, well that was all I could take, Kelly too apparently. As cum started to shoot all over Theresa’s lower belly, Kelly’s body went rigid and started shaking violently as she came too.

Theresa was still grinding on my hand and I could sense her frustration. Then I did the only thing I could think of. I took my hand off of her and kneeled at her feet, working her PJs down to her ankles. Then I moved between her legs and started licking my cum off her belly and moving down.

“Oh holy fuck is she going to…?” Kelly exclaimed.

I was and I did. Theresa let out this long low moan as my tongue reached her clit. Her back arched and she was breathing hard. Everything seemed so load in my ears I thought maybe we might wake up Kelly’s parents.

Theresa’s was the first pussy I ever tasted and I was immediately hooked. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but after some awkward experimentation I sucked her clit between my lips like a small cock and started flicking my tongue over the tip. This sent Theresa into an absolute frenzy of bucking hips and moaning so I kept doing it. Her hands tightened in my hair as she pumped her hips against my lips. I could hear Kelly commenting in the background.

Then the world exploded. Theresa’s body shook violently over and over. I held on and kept up what I was doing as best I could as her orgasm took control over her body. I felt such a sense of pride that I was able to get this beautiful woman and my very first friend off.

Then she pushed me off a bit roughly and at first I thought she was mad. Instead she looked up at me with those big beautiful eyes and smiled “Sorry, I get really sensitive after.” she said, and blushed.

We all just spontaneously busted out in a ridiculous giggle fest after that. It was getting pretty late and we tried to settle down all nestled together. Before long and move and a shift turned to a rub and a cuddle and we were at it again. I learned what Kelly tasted like and the feel of her short curly pubic hair against my cheek is a memory that still drives me wild to this day. The both sucked me in turn. By the time we all fell asleep we were so exhausted we nearly forgot to put our PJs back on. Kelly’s dad surely would have seen a sight in the morning when he came in to bring us doughnuts and coffee!

The start of my “Normal” life

The thing with Kelly and Theresa was fun between friends and there were really no awkward feelings afterward. We remained friends, even after Kelly went off to college. Now Kelly has a fiancée and is studying for her Ph.D. in astrophysics of all things. Theresa and I went to college locally and even dated for a while. We split up on mutual terms and really became better friends for it. The sex stuff kind of fell off with both of them in the long run, though I would still gladly give myself to either or both any day of the week if they wanted it.

Things with Mr. Moran eventually petered out too. We experimented with me toping him on our fifth “date” over the summer. It was OK, but just wasn’t really for me. He on the other hand began asking for it more and more. Eventually I had to break it off because it just wasn’t right for me.