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SUBMISSIVE PANTYHOSE FEMME POKERChapter One – HungryIn his post-Mayberry days, Andy Griffith was a spokesperson for Ritzcrackers. He popularized a terrific advertising phrase that reached into alot of people’s heads. Andy would ask rhetorically, “What are you hungryfor when you don’t know what you’re hungry for?” And then answer,”Somethin’ on a crisp Ritz cracker. It’s goooood!”Are you hungry for something and you don’t know what? I was, until I joinedthe poker group.My name is Ed Jensen. When this tale began, I was 31 and had been marriedfor eight years to Carol. My wife was a nice woman. I’d like to do betterthan nice, but that’s all that springs to mind. She kept a nice home. Shedid a nice job at work. And was nice to me.I guess I was hungry for more than nice. When we got married, I knew Carolwas a good woman, but wasn’t particularly sexy. She used to laugh at myjokes, suck my cock (no cum-swallowing – icky, dirty), wear skirts,stockings and heels and let me fuck her twice a day. Now she thinks she’sheard all my jokes, wears pants unless we’re going to a wedding, and hasdisappeared off my radar screen on sex.What happened? Who knows? But it’s all too common. Women get comfortableand think they don’t need to look out for their man’s needs. He’s expectedto give without taking.I thought about having an affair, but that’s a lot of trouble and I don’tlike boiled bunny. The relationship ends up the same as a married one aftera while anyway. I thought about raising sheep, but we live in the city.What I ended up doing was spending too much time on the Internet,especially Yahoo groups, looking at incredible pictures of things I wouldnever do.Gloom.Then one day, I caught a break. I lost my wallet and I ended up with allthe sex I could handle for life.That was a big leap; so let me tell you the story step-by- step,inch-by-inch. [Did someone say Niagara Falls?]One way I got rid of my frustrations was to work out a lot. I would oftengo home for dinner with Carol; then go to the gym at around 8:30 for aworkout until they closed at 10. One snowy night, there were only about tenof us in the gym, mostly guys I knew. Todd Hoff and I were the last twobody-punishers and I was dressed and leaving as Todd headed for the shower.I got about three blocks away when I realized that I must have left mywallet at the gym. Ticked at myself, I went back, hoping I could getin. Luckily, the door was open. The attendant wanted to get home before themajor snowfall and had asked Todd to lock up. I came in, looking at where Ihad walked to see if I had dropped my wallet. No luck. I was about to enterthe locker room when I saw something that changed my life.Apparently thinking he was alone, Todd was sitting on the locker roombench, slowly, sensuously pulling on a pair of sheer, seamed, 1950s-styleblack stockings. He was obviously very excited by the act, because hisnice, big, red prick was painfully erect. Then he put on a lacy, silky,black garter belt and slowly hooked four tabs to each stocking top.Oh my! I saw that beautiful cock, framed by that garter belt and stockingsand my mouth watered. I wanted to suck it and swallow his cum. And I hardlyknew the man. Or girlieman. Or TG. Whatever he was, I didn’t care. Todd,who, I just noticed, was a very handsome man, began to stroke his pricklovingly along its entire length. He liked his hand a lot and began totease the tip of his beautiful meat. [What was I saying? I wasn’t gay? Icouldn’t remember a single homosexual thought in my life. Well. Maybe a fewwhen I was a k**. But now?]Todd continued to stroke his “kickstand” and I couldn’t help myself. Igroaned.Todd jumped as if shot, looking around and trying to get dressed at thesame time. I had to do something. I stepped out of the shadows andidentified myself, saying I had come back for my wallet. Todd’s face fell.”Well, I guess I’m busted. Shit.”I reassured Todd. “It’s none of my business and believe me, I’ll tell noone. Not even my wife.””You won’t? Thanks, Ed. I appreciate that very much.””You’re welcome,” I said. Then Bad Ed seized my body. “How much do youappreciate it?”Todd seemed wary. “What?””Do you appreciate it enough to let me touch your cock? I’m not gay [anAmerican male anthem], but I was incredibly turned on watching you pull onyour stockings and stroke your prick. May I touch it?”Todd smiled. “Sure, as a gesture of friendship. And, hey, I’m not gay,either. [Oh beautiful, for spacious skies….] I just wear this stuffbecause it feels good.”I smiled back and grabbed his cock, stroking it the way I like minestroked. “Does this feel good?” I asked, looking at the big pole framed bynylon.Todd groaned. “Very good. But you were just supposed to…Oh, my.” Toddbegan shifting from foot to foot. He warned me that he was about to eruptfrom all the fear and excitement and my very fine stroke. I keptwanking. “Oh, Ed, you’re very goooooodddd!” And hot cum shot across theroom in four athletic bounds.I continued stroking Todd through his climax and the aftermath, milking outhis last drop. I had this incredible urge to kiss him and lick the cumdrops off his prick.My pants were on fire. I had to free my cock or go mad, so I pulled mypants off and out came Little Elvis. Like Todd, my little friend was a nice(that word again) size, but not overly large. It was red and angry from allthe excitement. I reached for it, but Todd said, “Wait.”He reached into his locker and pulled out a pair of black stockings. Herolled them into a doughnut for me then slowly pulled them up mylegs. Halfway through the second stocking, I came harder than I had sincemy honeymoon. I even clipped Todd’s face with one spurt. He ignored it,finishing his sexy task, and then snapped the stockings to a garter belt heattached to my waist.Despite a ball-evacuating orgasm, I was diamond hard again. I stoodup. Todd gave me the surprise of a lifetime by dropping to his stockingedknees, taking me into his hot, wet mouth and sucking my cock better than Iever imagined possible. When I came, my knees buckled and I fell to thefloor. He swallowed every greasy, gooey drop of cum and licked his lips inpunctuation.As I recovered my faculties, Todd got up and got dressed. He handed me abusiness card and said, “Wear those stockings until I see you again, andthese panties. Call me tomorrow at 3 p.m. Good night.”Good night?Chapter Two – Huh?I sat in the locker room for a long time trying to remember the licenseplate number of the truck that just hit me. My ears were still warm fromthe incredible sexual heat of what just happened. Whatever it was.I had just performed and accepted homosexual sex for the first time in mylife. All because of those damn stockings and garter belts. I held theblack bikini panties Todd had given me in my hand and considered throwingthem in the trash and changing gyms. Then I looked at my legs in thosesilky stockings and I became horny as hell all over again. Was it the sightof a cock in such an unlikely setting?Still slick from my cum and Todd’s saliva, my prick stood tall and teasedme to skin back the foreskin. I accepted the invitation. Several times. Andbefore long, I felt another freight-train orgasm building in mystomach. When I came, I threw five sticky globs on a high trajectory ontothe locker room floor. I would have to clean it up.If I didn’t stop looking at my prick, they would find me in here tomorrowmorning completely dehydrated, babbling and wanking a raw wiener.I pulled myself together, pulled on the panties [Oooooooh] and gotdressed. Just knowing I was wearing that stuff had me insane with lust. Ihad to force myself to drive home without pulling over for relief.When I got home, Carol was already in bed. I had promised Todd that Iwouldn’t take the stockings off until I saw him again. And held his cock inmy hands. And licked its fiery tip, and kissed and sucked all over thehead. [Shudder.] That last stuff was just implied, I think. But I couldn’tlet Carol see what I was wearing. Luckily, in winter, I sometimes slept insweat bottoms and socks, so that w
as what I wore that night. As I got inbed, my mind was racing. What if Carol, of all things, wanted sex thatnight? She would get a silky surprise. But form held true and she sleptthrough all my angst.I couldn’t sleep. At about one a.m., I went to the bathroom. I had to seemy cock in those stockings again. I locked the door, peeled off the socksand sweats and gaped at my cock. There was a full-length mirror on the doorand a large mirror over the sink, so I could see both my cock and myass. My ass looked so hot framed by the garter belt and stockings that Ibecame the first man in history to cum a bucket, just from looking at hisown ass![f******n hours until I call Todd. Groooaaan.]I took a jar of Vaseline out of the medicine chest and slathered it on twofingers of my left hand and all over my poor, distressed cock. I plungedthe fingers into my butt, watching it all in the mirror. With my righthand, I stroked my greased-up, overworked rammer. Oh, no! What washappening to me? I felt that cum train again and I couldn’t get off thetracks. Oh, Mamma, I was coming. My ass felt as if it were cumming alongwith my cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Cum sprayed everywhere. I didn’tcare. Carol was a heavy sleeper. At that point, I didn’t care if she walkedin with my grandmother. I was a “cum machine”.I put my sweats and socks back on with my eyes closed. If I saw myself, Icouldn’t be responsible for what happened. Then I cleaned up the cummy messand staggered back to bed. [Thirteen hours and 43 minutes until I can callTodd.]I must have passed out until the alarm rang at 6. Carol lets me use thebathroom first, so I scooted in there and shaved. I had showered at the gymand usually didn’t again in the morning. When I took my sweats off to getdressed, though I tried not to look, I saw my cock in stockings again andhad another desperate, sweating, whimpering-with- lust jerk-off.What was happening to me? I was pathetic. I had fallen in love with mysissyboy stockings and myself. I had never been so sexually excited in mylife. Whatever button Todd had pushed in me last night was staying down andin full throttle. [Eight hours and 28 minutes until I can call Todd.]When I managed to get dressed in a suit and tie, I tried forgetting aboutthe silky things I was wearing underneath. As I drove to work, I thoughtabout two things: I hope I don’t have an auto accident and, seven hours and53 minutes until I can call Todd.The day dragged horribly. I only had one cup of coffee because I was afraidof what I would want to do to myself if I went to the bathroom. Regardless,I wanted to see myself again and kept rubbing the little clippies where mygarter belt attached to my silky stockings. At lunchtime, I walked threeblocks to a library and used their restroom. My moans as I came in thestall may have frightened off a new generation of readers. I cleaned up andleft in a hurry, my face turned from the librarian. [Two hours and 17minutes until I can call Todd.]Squirming in my chair, wild images and conjecture raging through my brain[what’s this fucking call about anyway?], I sweated through the finalminute. Todd’s card had been in the center of my desk since lunchtime. Atthirty seconds until three, I picked up the phone. As the second handreached the 12, I dialed the last number. It rang twice. Please bethere. “Todd Hoff” he answered. Relief. Joy. Now what?”It’s Ed. You, uh, said to call you at three.”Todd’s voice brightened. “Ed. I was worried that you wouldn’t call. How areyou?”Panicked. Horny as hell. Terrified of what you’ll say or not say. “Fine. I,uh, enjoyed last night.” I’m such a little tramp. He’s supposed to saythat.”Me too” he said. [Relief, apprehension.] “You can’t imagine how much.””I can imagine a lot.” Hardy har har.”Say, Ed, I told you to call me at three because I wanted to see if theguys in our poker group would accept you as a new player. They did.”Poker? I don’t want no stinking poker. I want a hot 69 with this guy, withus both wearing stockings. “Oh. Well thank you very much.”He sensed the disappointment in my voice. “Ed, if last night was anyindication, this poker group will be the most fun you ever had in yourlife. It is for us.”Yeowie! “Since you put it that way, deal me in, Todd.”Todd laughed. “We don’t actually use any cards for our games, but make sureyou wear that set I gave you for the game tonight.”Tonight? Holy shit! “Thank you so much. Where do we meet?”Todd told me. “We meet at six-thirty every Thursday and the game usuallygoes on until two or so, so warn Carol.”Will I? “Todd, this is wonderful. Thanks so much.””We’re happy to have you as a new player. See you at 6:30.”Three hours and 26 minutes until the poker game.Chapter Three – The GroupCarol was no problem. I think she was happy to have one night a week withno small talk. I was the problem. I was a wreck. Who were these guys? Whatdid they expect of me? Could I do it?Somehow the rest of the day passed and I drove to the poker-group house. Itwas a four-bedroom colonial on a nice street. Something was familiar aboutit. Carol and I had been to a party there one time – Bob and Jane somebody- Carol knew them. I gulped and knocked. Bob Somebody answered. Iremembered him and he remembered me. A nice- looking guy, early thirties,small build, likes me. And like Todd.Bob greeted me warmly and offered me an iced tea. Beer, he said, is notgood for poker. Thank goodness the other three guys showed up then, becauseI didn’t know what else to say to him except, “So, we’re going to suck eachother’s cocks tonight?”Todd introduced me to Mike, Jim and Bob. They all smiled and shook myhand. They seemed relieved that I appeared to have one head.Todd said, “Ed, I don’t mean to be mysterious, but before I tell you aboutour group, I want you to promise that you will never discuss anything thatis said or happens in here except with a group member. Do you promise?””I do.” Like getting married again.Todd smiled and so did the other three guys. “Welcome to the group!” hesaid, and everyone slapped me on the back. No secret rituals? No bodypiercing?”Now, Ed, don’t be worried that someone will walk in on us. Bob’s wife Janeran off with a pizza-delivery man a year ago, a week before we started thepoker group. Bob got everything, and she won’t be back. But I’mhedging. Would you take your pants off for us please, Ed?Mr. Sulu, take us to warp speed. I shucked those pants in a flash, standingthere in my stockings, garter belt and severely cock-stretched panties. Theguys made approving noises. Of course I still had my shirt and tie on. Theyasked me to remove them, and I stood there bare-chested.Mike handed me a powder-blue tank top, which I slipped over my head.”Could you remove your panties for us too, Ed?” Jim asked.The Final Frontier. I peeled them down and stood there in a completelyunfamiliar, lewd outfit, in front of four male, virtual strangers, and Iwas almost fatally excited.”Very nice, Ed.,” Jim said. “You’re perfect for this group. How many timeshave you cum since last night.””Seven,” I said.”Wow,” Mike said. “I hope you saved some for us.” They all laughed. Igroaned with lust at these men all hot for my cock.”What size shoe do you wear, Ed?””An eight”Mike went to the closet and came back with a pair of black fuck-me pumpswith a three-inch stiletto heel. I sat. Mike slipped them on me, rubbing myleg more than he needed to. Oooooh, they looked hot on my feet. If I hadn’tbeen scared and nervous, I would have cum already. I stood and the ladswhistled at me. Whistled. Then they excused themselves for about fiveminutes and came back dressed exactly as I was, except for shirt colors.[Shudder] Their four beautiful cocks were all foreskin and highlyerectile. They stepped easily in their heels, all of which were higher thanmine. Would I survive this night?By apparent agreement, Bob approached me and got on his knees. “May Iinitiate you to the group properly, Ed?””That would be fantastic, Bob. Thank you.”Bob was a cocksucker of exquisite s
kill. He adored my prick like amaster. He licked around, over and through the foreskin. He tickled myballs, grabbing them at just the right time to prevent premature bliss,then bathing them lovingly with his tongue. Oh, Carol. Come take alesson. Despite my seven previous trips down cummy lane, my balls boiledrapidly and I came a bucket down Bob’s mouth and on his face. The otherthree guys, I realized, had been watching and they applauded good-naturedlyand handed Bob a towel to wipe his face. No licking off the cum? Hmmmm.Bob thanked me. A hot kiss with lots of tongue would have been better, butI was trying to live within their norms. What was next?They were a little shaky on that as well. Until now, they had used apattern where A sucked B, while C and D sat on the couch watching. C and Dteased each other’s cocks, but tried not to cum. When B delivered the maildown A’s throat, A and B would move to the couch for some prick teasing,while C sucked D. Then B would suck A while C and D aroused each otheragain, followed by D sucking C. A would then pair with C, and so on. It washighly ritualized, but still very erotic. The problem was, I was E.That night, Jim and Mike stood up in their pretty heels and Mike slipped tohis knees to worship Jim’s gorgeous, hard meat. I drooled. Todd and Bob saton the couch fiddling with each other’s foreskins, but only touchinggenitally. I watched the sucking with great interest and sexual excitement,but I was the odd cummer out. Jim was fucking Mike’s face and his cute ass,framed by the pretty stockings and garter belt, was opening a bit on thebackstroke, showing his mouth-watering little rosebud. Inspired, I excusedmyself to go to the bathroom. I was in there less than a minute when Ifound what I needed – a jar of Vaseline.Returning to the carnal arena, I heard Jim moaning lustily as he fuckedMike’s eager mouth. The other lads were becoming highly aroused by thescene and their expert attentions to each other’s pricks. Boldly, I lubedtwo fingers, tottered up to Jim from the rear and slowly inserted myfingers in his cute rump. It seemed like a natural thing to do. While Carolwould never put her fingers up my pooper (icky bad!), anal stimulation wasa charming component of my masturbation rituals.This was the first of many poker group apple carts I was to upset and thereactions were immediate. Mike stopped sucking Jim’s lovely,stocking-framed hard-on and said, “Stop. We don’t do that in thisgroup. We’re not gay here, Ed.” [For amber waves of grain.]”Jim groaned and said, “It feels fantastic! Keep doing that, Ed. Mike, goback to sucking my cock and mind your own business. That’s no more gay thanwhat you’re doing. And don’t worry. We’re not gay [For purple mountainmajesties]. We can stop this anytime we want. [Above the fruited plain.]Keep moving those fingers; Ed. It’s very nice. Oh. Keep sucking,Mike. Oh. Oh. Holy cow! Cowabunga! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”Jim clamped his sweet ass on my stiff fingers and filled Mike’s mouth withhis manly seed. He was in rapture and I was delighted that I could helpbring him such pleasure. He turned around and I thought he was going tokiss me. But he chickened out, an apparent no-no among those who are notgay.Slutty me. I locked eyes with Jim and licked the two fingers I had just hadin his butt. The taste was a bit pungent, but not bad. Very manly. If I’mnot mistaken, Jim gave a tiny groan. I was getting into this a lot morequickly, and was already willing to go a lot farther down the road, thanany of them would. I had better hold it back a notch.I volunteered to suck Todd off next. I was very happy when he readilyagreed, mincing over to me on his fuck-me pumps. Todd had beautiful,shapely legs and his prick, framed by stockings and garters should havebeen hanging in the Louvre.I hit my stockinged knees and considered the cock that had started all thisfor me, less than 24 hours and eight cums ago. It was a luscious piece ofman. Even Todd’s pubic hair looked good enough to eat. I couldn’t wait. Iskinned back his foreskin. He groaned. I looked it over from the tiny,kissable lips of his peehole to the forest of his pubes. It was engorgedwith blood and fiery red, except for the pink tip, which was secreting atasty, sticky goo. I gave it a tentative lick. He trembled. My first tasteof pre-cum was a delicious experience. I ran my hands up and down his silkylegs. He groaned. I took his hot meat in my wet mouth. He gave a cutelittle wiggle. Then Todd winced and moaned because Jim, the little tramp,had just entered Todd’s butt with his lubed fingers.Bob and Mike were cuddling on the couch, watching us and playing prickietickle with each other. Mike seemed to worry the most about beingg-a-y. Bob was quiet (but cute) and a great cocksucker. Todd and Jim seemedthe most hot- to-trot, besides me, of course.Todd was getting some nice fingering of his anus and some enthusiastic, ifunskilled cocksucking by yours truly. Woody Allen once said fifty percentof success is showing up. I was on my knees showing up for Todd thatnight. Sucking a prick is a beautiful thing. It tastes great and it’s lessfilling than food. You make someone very happy and in the end, you get abig, creamy reward. Todd loved the anal icing on his cake, and really likedmy stroking of his legs as I licked his enflamed balls. A few more swirlsof my hot tongue on his velvet cockhead and I got the first cummy load ofmy life down my throat. All I could think of was “More. More cum. Morecock. More musky smell. More manly excitement. More.”Todd gave me all he had and it made me an addict of cum for life. What awaste my first 31 years had been. This was my destiny. In girlie clothes,on my knees. Sucking cock. Mmmmmmm!!Todd was a happy poker player. I licking his cum off my lips and stoodup. A thank-you kiss from Todd would have been very nice, but all I got wasa smile.Bob and Mike got off the couch and Mike hit his pretty knees. Jim and Iwere the audience this time and Todd was the free agent. He picked up mynew group tradition by lubing his fingers and giving Bob a new anddelightful experience.Jim and I sat next to each other on the loveseat. My prick was veryexcited, since I hadn’t come in a whole hour. Jim’s was of the stiffvariety as well. Looking at his great, stockinged legs and sexy heels mademe want to roll him on his back and pork his pooper. That would be movingway too fast for a group that had been sucking each other’s cocks for ayear and hadn’t come up with the idea of fingers in the ass and hadrejected kissing. as too queer.I liked Jim. He was a horny toad like me and he wanted to try newthings. He was also an excellent masturbator of other men’s members. He hadme in a high hover in less than two minutes. I knew I wasn’t supposed tocum on the couch. It was for stimulation, not fulfillment. But, oh, baby,did Jim have me stimulated. I looked in his eyes. I looked at his legs andcock. I felt what he was doing to me. I said, “fuck it.” And I kissed hislips. He drew back. Looked around to see if the others werewatching. Decided he didn’t care. And kissed me back. With lots oftongue. And continued the tickling of my little friend. That kicked thingsup a notch. I felt the point of unlikely return. Goodbye. Then the point ofno return, so long, then the point of whimpering, moaning, knee-bucklingorgasm, with sweet kisses for dessert. Mmmmmmm.When I came back from heaven, I opened my eyes and saw that Todd, Bob andMike were staring at Jim and me. Mike looked very scared. Todd and Boblooked very excited. Todd said, kaçak bahis “Kissing!!!” Then Todd grabbed Mike andgave him a four- star tonsil tickle. Mike squirmed and protested for tenseconds, then swooned and kissed back for five minutes.The guys all slapped me on the back, and then kissed me, thanking me forbeing a liberating influence on the group.They hadn’t seen nothin’ yet.Chapter Four – OriginsAt around ten p.m., we took a break to have a little snack and to let ourballs fill up again with tasty cum. I had had four glorious orgasms alreadyand had assisted in three others. This was the best day of
my life by along shot.Bob, as host, always prepared a light nosh for the poker boys, as theycalled themselves. From the waist down, we were dressed as girls. And wesucked cock better than any girl born. Maybe we could stretch things a bitin future sessions. Or maybe now.I sat on Mike’s lap and thanked him for being so flexible about things. Ireassured him by saying that we were miles from the line on being gay. [Wepassed it a hundred miles ago.] That seemed to reassure him and he wasn’tconcerned when I French-kissed him greedily and stroked his prick to asquirming, moaning cum. The other lads were eating salad and watchingus. Lap sitting was a new one on them too. What the heck had they beendoing this past year?They told me. When Bob’s wife left him, it was almost a relief. As Bob’sbest friend, Todd came to his house to comfort Bob. They had been chattingfor a few minutes when Bob excused himself and went in his bedroom. Toddbegan to worry when Bob didn’t return for several minutes. Todd took thelaw into his own hands by barging into Bob’s bedroom, thinking he wassaving him from self-destruction. What he saw was Bob on his bed, wearingblack stockings, pumps and garter belt, stroking his cock and moaningTodd’s name. Well, that was an eye-opener. Todd considered his options andwent with the little brain inside his cock. He joined Bob on the bed andsucked him to a screaming orgasm. Thus was born the poker group.Todd loved wearing stockings and had a seven-wanks-a-day habit for monthsfrom wearing them. By some miracle, and his wife’s disinterest in hissexual needs, Todd had escaped detection. Jim was lured in by Todd, who lethim see his erect beauty and great legs at a couples party in the host’sbathroom. Jim joined immediately and teased Mike’s lovely cock into thegroup, despite his incessant “I’m not gay” pronouncements.Todd said, “I’ve had my eye on you for some time, Ed. The opportunity wasperfect last night. Oh, by the way, here’s your wallet.”Screw the wallet, Todd. I got on my knees and adored the cock thatrecruited me.After the break, the lads sort of looked to me for more of those greatideas. I wanted a cock up my virgin ass, but that could wait. I suggestedsome nice sixty nines. Again, it was as if I had invented the steamengine. “Great idea,” they all said. We paired up and, despite a fifthwheel, switched around until everyone had some moments to post in his lifescrapbook.I could never go back to my life before yesterday. I wasn’t sure if I lovedthose men, but I certainly loved their cocks. I loved the way the cocksstood there, enticing my attentions. I loved looking at them when they werelimp, dripping cum and waiting for the next dose of love and excitement. Iloved the way they made me feel, like a desirable person. Like somebodywith something they wanted. Like someone with drained, aching balls.At around one a.m., Bob said, “Shower time!” We had to shower after allthat sex or we would be busted in an instant. We smelled like the men’sroom at a sex shop. Bob had two showers and the usual method was for twoshifts of solo showers. I suggested conserving water.Todd and I were two tired poker players when we rubbed our naked bodiestogether in a shower built for one. We had each come six times. Add that tomy frantic hours prior to the gathering, and I had come 13 times in thepast 27 hours! It was time for some soothing soap and a rest. I couldn’tget another erection no matter what, unless Todd kept rubbing that shampooall over my chest and my cock. Or if he would just keep moving his slickbody against mine, and if he would keep those two divine fingers wigglingaround in my pooper. And if he would keep stealing my air with thosepassionate kisses. Oh, I was going to be naughty again! And so was Todd. Istroked his fine prick as I kissed him. We excited each other until I waspanting with desire. Then, with little warning, my poor overworked ballswent above and beyond again, producing three creamy globs for Todd’s tummyand my pleasure. Todd gave me four. But I was prettier. Did I say that?We staggered out of the shower, dried each other off, kissing, toying andteasing all the way. We were such little sluts! I mean, 14 cums is alot. But apparently not enough. When I pulled on my silky stockings andhooked my garters, Todd was once more overcome by lust. He slipped to hiscute knees and took me in his mouth yet again. My balls were DOA, but mybrain wasn’t. I loved it!Ever been to a hotel and gone to an empty ice machine? The machine whirsand grunts, but nothing comes out. That was the night that I found out thatthe ice machine still enjoys the shit out of all the button pushing. Nosperm, but lots of shuddering and that great feeling as intense as ever. Ialso did something very strange. When I came, I squealed like a little girlplaying tag. Oh my. Had we gone too far down the road to “the love whosename must not be spoken?” Of course we had. And I, for one, intended to seewhere the road led.One hundred sixty hours and 23 minutes until the next poker group meeting.Chapter Five – Follow the RoadIt was a bit dicey getting up for work three hours after I got home. Carolthought that it was good for me to get out and mix it up with the boys onenight a week. Little did Carol know that mixing it up with those boys wasvirtually the only thing on my mind.The next morning, I wanted to call Todd and tell him I loved him and wantedto spend my life with his cock in my mouth. I didn’t call untillunchtime. He was out. Probably sucking someone else off. I thought. Ohmy. I was becoming the perfect little jealous witch. Regroup. Rethink. Deepbreaths.OK. How can this poker group be even better? I hit the Internet for someideas and came away with several.I hooked up with Todd on the phone at 2:30. He apologized, but said he wasout working. I forgave him. He spoke to me in that voice that men use onthe phone when they’re talking to women. I did the same voice withhim. This was getting confusing. I rubbed my garter tabs. “When can we gettogether?” I asked.”I’m sorry, Ed, but I’m leaving on business and won’t be back until ourmeeting next Thursday.”Aaaaaggghhh! How many hours is that? Disappointed, I said, “OK. I’ll seeyou then.”I began to hang up the phone when I heard Todd say my name. Ilistened. “That was something special we had last night, Ed. I think I’mfalling in love with you.”Gulp. “Me too. See you Thursday, Sweetie,” I said.Sweetie?Chapter Six – ChangesSomehow, I lived through that week. Plotting and planning made the time gofaster. I was going to help this bunch be all they could be. Strokingmyself to several furious orgasms several times a day helped pass the timetoo.I began to detach myself from the people at work. There was only one realfriend there anyway. Pete Ross and I had shared many a beer and complaintabout our wives together. Pete was 40, four inches taller than I, and anall-around good guy. Although he tried mightily to keep his marriage toJulie together, she became indifferent to him and just drifted away. Thesame was happening to Carol and me and I valued Pete’s counseltremendously. The rest of those schmoes at work were self-absorbed creepsin my opinion.I wore my stockings and garters every day and practiced in my heelswhenever I could sneak the time. I hated all this deception with Carol, butI honestly didn’t think she cared what I did. I still wasn’t ready to tellher that I’m in love with a guy who wears stockings and heels.Somehow, Thursday evening arrived. I showed up at Bob’s with small duffeland a painfully stiff cock.I was the first to arrive again. In fact, I was an hour early. Bob wasdelighted. He was already in his attire for the evening, wearingdeath-defying five-inch heels and sporting a very nice sign of welcome. Hewas happy to see me!I kissed him and stripped down to my stockings, garter belt and four-inchheels that I had purchased during a busy week. Then I fell to my knees andshowed him how the truly hungry suck cock. My fingers in his cute pooperfilled him with delight and he soon filled my mouth with something moresubs
tantial. We kissed some more and he offered to suck me off, but I toldhim I wanted to save myself for the general session. That was just anappetizer for the gracious host, I told him. I did let him kiss me, whichhe did with great ardor. Had he kept it up, I would have greeted everyonewith a droopy sticker, but we stopped barely short of eruption.Jim, Mike and sexy, delicious Todd showed up at 6:30 on the nose, provingagain that I was the only rebel. I had a cause, though and that night, theybegan to see it.The evening began with signs of my influence from last week. There was alot of deep kissing and sweet fondling. When they left to change, I excusedmyself too. When I emerged from the bathroom, the four were hugging andkissing, until they saw me. Then they stood up, grew the biggest erectionsof their lives, and drooled.I didn’t do all that much. But it changed the group forever. Instead ofthat stupid unisex tank top, I was wearing a sexy, peach, babydoll nightiewith matching wispy panties, atop my stockings, garters and heels. I hadalso inexpertly, but convincingly applied lipstick to my pouty, kissablemouth.The lads stood there with their mouths agape. I flounced over to them,walking like a girl and shaking my ass. Then I shimmied down my panties tomy ankles, stepping out of them one high-heeled foot at a time. I walkedover to a chair, gripped it, and bent at the waist. My gaping tushie showedthe boys my sweet, pink rosebud.I looked back at them and said with my lipsticked mouth, “Anyone seeanything he likes?”Three frozen corpses and one action person, Todd earned an eternal place inmy heart by moving to me, getting on his knees and tonguing myasshole. Girls, if you’ve never felt a tongue up your pooper, run, don’twalk to find a man generous enough to do it. The sensations are divine! Ifelt as if my ass were on fire with tingles. I whimpered and squeaked. Itold Todd he was the best ass-licker on earth and that I loved himforever. That made him dig in even more deeply. Almost to China would be myguess. With no one touching my distressed cock, I screamed in frantic,orgasmic release.Mike was probably trying to figure out how we still weren’t gay, but theother players were horribly excited.Then Todd crossed the last real Rubicon of the group. He stood up, put hisgorgeous girliepleaser at the entrance to my well-licked hole and pushed.Oh myyyyyyyyy! That was good. The head popped in and I could feel myvirginity beating a hasty retreat. He got the rest of it in and my virtuehit the bricks too. I began to beg for his cock, using such indelicateterms as “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Please fuck me. Give me all yoursweet, hot, hard cock. Ohhhhhh Fuck me!!!!”I was filled with Todd’s hot, hard cock and it was fantastic. Where hadthis feeling been all my life. The incredibly intimate friction. Thesounds. The smells. The feeling of fulfillment. The effect it had on mycum-filled balls.As they watched us, Jim slipped behind Mike and reached around to strokehis cock. Bob did him one better. He stepped over to me and fed me his veryexcited prick. It was incredible to be stuffed with cock at both ends. Toddwas stroking my prickie as he pumped my ass with his big pole of love.As unlikely as it seems, we three came at virtually the same time. Isquealed Todd’s name. We looked over at Mike and Jim. Mike had cum all overhis tummy and he was now on his knees eating out Jim’s very fine ass. Iguess the jury brought in the verdict on Mike that night.I stood up, breathing heavily and kissing Todd and Bob for their kindattentions.Jim began to shudder under the anal adoration of Mike’s tongue. We weretreated to the sight of five greasy ropes of grade-A cum leaping from Jim’slovely prick. Good job, Mike.We all looked at each other knowing that things would never be thesame. They would be a hell of a lot better.The other four looked to me for guidance on what to do next. Fortunately, Ihad plenty.”Three things we need to do right off,” I said. “First, it’s time for us tostop thinking of ourselves as men when we dress like this and love eachother. We need to think of ourselves as girls. My name in this group andwhenever we’re together is Amy, what’s yours?”They hesitated a bit. Then Bob said, “I want to be Madison. You can call meMaddie.”Our hostess was to be named Maddie. She seemed very pleased.Todd volunteered next. “I always liked Diane.””That’s a pretty name, Sweeheart,” I said. Diane glowed at the praise.Jim decided on Linda. “It’s old-fashioned, but sexy.”Would Mike pick a real girl’s name or chicken into Michele or something?Surprise, surprise. “I’ll take Candy, because I have a sweet lollipopbetween my legs for you girls.”We all giggled and hugged Candy. Like many converts, she was to become themost zealous of the group.”What’s second, Amy?” Linda asked.”I have a bag of lipsticks here for you girls. Pick out a shade and wearit. If you don’t like it, try another. The next bare lips I kiss will be ona stud, not you pack of flaming sissies!” They reacted to that as I hoped,with good nature and giggles.”And third?” my sweet Diane asked.”I have pretty nighties for each of you.” I opened my duffel and laid out aselection of eight lovely babydolls for their approval.They loved them; playing dress-up like the little girls they never had achance to be.When they donned their lingerie and put on their lipstick, no one wouldhave been elected Homecoming Queen, but they looked miles more femmy thanthey had been.I stood up in front of them, lifted my nightie skirt and displayed my nastystiffie and stocking tops. “What does a girl have to do around here to getfucked?” I asked. I soon found out.Chapter Seven – The Right SpotsAt the end of that night, my ass was sore. Each of the girls had fucked meonce and I gave Diane an extra round because I was extra hot for herclitty. So five hot loads of cum were drooling out of my pretty tushie as Igot into the shower with Maddie.Maddie used to wait until the players had gone home before taking a shower,but she wanted a few more carnal moments with the group’s hottamale. Little old me. [Giggle.]One thing led to another and I received load number six in my formerlyvirgin ass. It was incredible! I enjoyed each fuck as if it were my first.As we were getting dressed, Maddie made me an interesting offer. She said,”If you ever need a place to stay, Amy, for a few hours, a night, severalweeks or years, I would love to have you here with me. Here’s a key to thehouse. Use it whenever you want.”I was touched. “Thank you, Honey,” I said, and I kissed her. And rubbed upagainst her. And licked her asshole. And fucked her to a grunting,squealing climax. Wow!I went home sore in all the right spots.Chapter Eight – Six Too Many Days in the WeekI was going to have to make some moves here soon, because my “real life”was a sham. I needed to make my “poker life” my real life. I wore stockingsand garters every day and fully expected to get caught byCarol. Surprisingly, her indifference was so great that she didn’t evennotice.The next Monday night, I took advantage of Maddie’s kind offer. I toldCarol I was going to watch Monday Night Football with my new friend Bob. Wenever actually watched the game, although I did plan to check the score incase I was interrogated.What we did was make incredible, cum-drenched, sissy love. We got into ourfrilly nighties and big heels and walked around teasing each other for awhile; shaking our hot tushies and generally acting like the little tartswe wanted so much to be.Madison decided first that she had been teased enough. She pulled me on herlap and kissed me within an inch of my life. I never knew just kissingcould be so damned sexy and arousing. My stiffie was outrageous. ThenMaddie stood me on my pretty heels and gave me the A-list blowjob I knewshe could give from my experience the first night. She administered awicked ball bath, complete with little nibbles on my scrotal sackskin. Owwww! So dangerous, but so nice. Then she lifted my ball sack andlicked the underside, an area seen as often as the dark si
de of the moon,but a very sensuous place. Oh. I felt an early stirring. Maddie seemed tonotice, because she moved on to the main course. Hot, wet licks of Amy’sblood-engorged clitty head. It was exquisite. She never capped the headwith her mouth, saying that was for amateurs. The great cocksuckers lickand suck externally, allowing the free traversal of hot cum through timeand space. blood I didn’t knowI had rushed to make my cocklet even stiffer and more in distress.The distress ended beautifully with a 4th of July explosion in her prettyface. She wallowed in my hot girliejuice, moaning as loudly as I did whenit hit her cheeks, nose and forehead. She then milked my pink balls,capping my pricklet with her mouth (permitted in this case) to capture andsuck out the last drops of my creamy contribution. Ohhhhh. It wasincredible!I drew her from her knees, kissed her passionately and cleaned hercum-soaked face with my hot tongue. As we embraced, I could feel herenraged prickie rubbing against my silky nightie, demanding attention. Itwould have to wait, because I wanted to show Maddie something I thought shewould really like first.I asked if we could get in bed together. Madison eagerly agreed and we wentupstairs. She lay on her back. I lifted her nightie and licked her leftnipple. Maddie arched her back and squealed. Weren’t we sensitive? Theright nipple was just as sensitive. I asked if she wanted me to stop. Shestrongly suggested that I torture her some more. I laid into her deliciousnipples with fiery ardor. She moaned. She squealed. She arched herback. She bucked. And she came. Oh, how she came, spraying cum all the wayup to her chest. I believe we had a winner there for Maddie.All that exercise had made my clitty quite stiff again. Despite my advancedage of 31, I was finding an amazing stamina, worthy of an 18-year-old. Itwas the intense stimulation and the wantonness of it all, I guessed. Butwho cared?I had brought some K-Y for sweet Maddie’s tushie and applied it lovinglywith my fingers to a place I would be visiting soon. She squirmed withpleasure. I slipped her nightie over her chest to cover all the gooey cumshe had thrown around. She was a pretty picture, very fuckable for any man,even the more discerning. Her hair was still short and the cosmetics werelimited to lipstick, but very attractive nonetheless. I was getting excitedgiving her a nice anal massage and she was cooing and asking me to put myclitty where my fingers were. I was eager to comply.Madison winced a little when I entered her. After all, she hadn’t been MissPopularity as I had on Thursday night. She had only played catch the salamithree times that night, versus my six. My pretty pooper was stretchingnicely back there. Still very tight, but I had learned to relax. Maddieneeded more practice and I was just the sissy to give it to her.Anal sex done right is not painful. Patience and lubrication will get youinto a mouse’s butt. Maddie took my pretty six inches girlfully and beganto squeak as if she were enjoying herself. I sure was. It was tighter andhotter in Maddie’s girliehole than it had been in Carol’s pussy. The gripwas different too. But it felt like Christmas morning to me. She had losther big stiffie when I entered her, but was up and running again as Iplowed her pleasure pit. So warm. So enthusiastic. So darn welcoming. Nobullshit and no jealousy. Maddie knew that I had the hots for Diane (Todd),but she also knew that I loved her too. Maybe the Mormons had somethingthere. I reached around, sorted through the silky folds of her nightie andstroked Maddie’s pretty clitty. With my other hand, I rubbed the nylonagainst her sensitive nipples. That did the trick. She was squeaking inhigh decibels. She was fully in fucked-girl mode. Her eyes filled withsissy tears. Hercockie swelled and became beet red. She screamed, “Fuck me, I’m yourgirl!” and exploded in my soft hand. I joined her and the cum gushed frommy love stick into her hot, lovely ass. Some of my goo went up into herbowels, but most oozed out of her butthole and trickled down her smooththighs, onto her dark stocking tops and garter clips. It was the kind ofmess we all hope for in life.Breathing very heavily, we cuddled and gave each other soft, babykisses. Mmmmm.One of the many issues I had not sorted out at that point was theall-important question of whether I was happier being fucked or fucking mysissy sisters. I liked both a lot, but knew that it would be different if Iwere under a man. Covering me with his big, hard body. Masteringme. Skinning back his prick in preparation for having his way withme. Leaking manly goo as he teases me, making me beg forpenetration. Wanting my complete submission and surrender. No, demandingit. Woo! Is it hot in here?Maddie and I lay in bed making sweet sissy love until midnight. I turnedthe TV on to see what the score was in case Carol asked. Ooops. MondayNight Football was over last week. My guess was that she wouldn’t evennotice and I was right.When Thursday arrived, I did something that made my detection by my wifeeven more likely – I shaved my legs, armpits, chest and [Blush] my ass andasshole. I was probably thinking, “Come on Carol. Catch me. Berate me. Callme a faggot.” Which I was not, I’ll have you know.I was and am a sissygirl. I was not a man being a man to get men. I was aman being a girl to get men. Get it?Maybe I wanted to be humiliated. I didn’t think that was part of mycharacter, but until two weeks before, I didn’t think taking hot loads ofcum up my ass was part of it either. It sure turned out to be fun!Anyway, I was silky smooth when I showed up at Maddie’s house for ourweekly poking session. I had been practicing with cosmetics a bit that weekand when I dressed for the love-a-thon, I was quite pretty in my pinkbabydolls, pink stockings and garter belt, pink mule high-heeled slippers,pink lipstick and pink finger and toenail polish. I liked pink.I had done a pretty good job on my eyes and they were large and liquid. Itwas clear that I was more into this than the other girls, in fact, Ithought Diane was acting a bit more like Todd that week when she was withme. Not that I minded it. Diane or Todd. I loved them both.Candy was a little girlie slut and Linda liked sucking girlie cock. Maddie,we know, was hot for sissygirl cock, especially mine. But Candy and Lindawere able to shut down and go back to their lives as Mike and Jim. WhenMaddie wasn’t with me, she was very comfortable as Bob. I couldn’t swingback from Amy to Ed any more. I guess I didn’t want to.My attack on the girls’ libidos was enhanced by my Angel perfume. It wouldtake me an hour and a half to get back to passable male after all I haddone to sissy up. I had come a long way from wearing stockings, garter beltand tank top.I sissied over to the girls bets10 giriş and held up my skirts to show my stiffclitty. Then I turned around and showed them how smooth and girlie my buttwas without the hair. The other girls wore black stockings because theywere too chicken to shave their legs. Hairy thighs can detract from themood, but mine were smooth as a baby’s butt.My hot, sticky clitty was an appetizing morsel for Candy this time. She goton her stockinged knees and slurped, licked, sucked, and kissed mysissystick. My sweet Diane got behind me and kissed my neck andshoulders. I whispered huskily to her that I had lubricated myself withvaginal jelly, just in case she was feeling impetuous. She was. I felt thefirm, steady pressure of my favorite visitor as it entered my slickcanal. Oh, Diane’s clitty was made for my pussyhole! It felt just rightthere. Candy increased her fond attentions to my clitty stick and I wassoon the happiest girl in town. Candy tickled my ball bag, and massaged myglans with her talented tongue. Diane held my hips and fucked me with loveand skill.Try though I might, it still felt like Todd fucking Amy, not Diane fuckingAmy. Was that what I wanted? Todd fucking me? I think I think too much.My ass was sending orgasm signals to my clitty and the signals were beinganswered vigorously. It was pure heaven. A double shot of sissy love. The
train picked up speed and hit Mach One. Whoa, Nellie, it was aball-draining experience.It’s fun to be the most popular girl.Chapter Nine – Dreaming and DoingOne night of real love each week was not enough for me. I visited Maddie atleast one night a week for dehydrating fun. We really liked each other, butknew it wasn’t love. My heart belonged to Diane [or was it Todd?] andMaddie was fine with that. A full sissy lifestyle was not for Maddie, orthe other girls for that matter. I was out on my own limb on that one.I found myself thinking more and more about sex with men. Whenever I washome for an hour by myself, I would engage in delicious self-abuse. Onetime I got a GQ magazine and lay on the bed in just my pink panties. Ilooked at all the hot-looking men and tried to imagine that they wantedme. I picked one out and looked at him really intently. He stared back atme. I wet my fingers with my tongue and lightly teased the tip of my stiffprickie. Hey, “dream man” want some from Amy? I have nice, long legs, don’tI? Do you like my panties? They’re very girlie, I know. But so am I. Do youlike my sissy stick? It excites you. I know. All the boys saythat. [Faster, more intense clitty rubbing]. Do you like rubbing it? If youwant, you can touch my pussyhole. Like that. Ahhhh [I inserted two fingers”down there.”] You’re very cute. Oh, thank you. I try to take care ofmyself. Diet. Exercise. Fucking nice men. Oh, that’s very nice what you’redoing in my tushie.Mmmmmm. Oh, my clitty is going to be naughty. Keep stroking. I’m going tomake a mess on my pretty pantieeeessss!!!!! Uh. Uh. Agghhhh! Sogood. You’re so cute. Ohhh.Other times I would look at my growing collection of pictures from theInternet. I had pictures of good-looking men completely dressed, in theirunderwear, or completely undressed. In some of the nude pictures, the menwere erect, some soft. I found a site with just pictures of men with big,hot, creaming cocks. Yummy! Several others had pictures of pretty, sexy,stacked she-males entertaining their men with their mouths, hands andgirlie-holes. I would pretend I was those girls. The men in the pictureswanted me, not them. They knew I was a “special” girl and it turned themon. They wanted to splurt their cream on my pretty face. They wanted to rubtheir big cocks up and down my lovehole. Oh my. I was up to a seven-times aday habit. It was time to act.I told my friend Pete at work that the time to break off the marriage hadarrived. He spent hours with me helping me make sure it was the right thingto do. I felt bad about not giving him all the information about my life,but I was afraid to let it all out to anyone. Plus, I had vowed never todiscuss the poker group.After three months of poker playing, I chose a Sunday, sucked up thecourage, and told Carol I was moving out. She cried a little, mostlybecause of the embarrassment she would face in telling people. I hated tohurt her, but I could see that it was a relief to her too.I gathered my things and drove to Maddie’s house. She greeted me at thedoor in her stockings, garters, heels and nightie. She was crying with joyto have me live with her. We made soft sweet love all afternoon and intothe night.I didn’t enjoy being a man any more. Although I was a latent sissygirl,discovering my bent at 31, I was no less sure that sissyhood was who I wasand what I wanted.Chapter Ten – On the ProwlI still went to work every day in male (drab) drag, but I was looking for away out of that too.I found myself looking at every man I saw and evaluating him as a potentialsex partner. I spent a lot of time thinking about Pete. What was he packingin those pants?One day, I was at the urinal in the men’s room at work. I began to strokelittle Amy. She was getting all excited as I was thinking about Pete givingher a nice kiss. Then Pete walked in and stood at the urinal next tome. There I was, aroused and erect and the reason was pulling out his cocktwo feet away. Grooaaannnn.I stopped stroking and pretended I was pissing. Pete said, “How’s it going,Ed?” in his sexy voice. At least I thought it was sexy. Little Amy wasgetting outrageous. I tried to stuff her back in my pants.I answered, “Better, thanks, Pete. I’m starting to get over the past andthinking of the future. [With you on top of me and that big cock making mea happy girl.] I sneaked a peek at his equipment. Oooooooooohhh. I wouldn’tsleep tonight thinking about that hot meat. It was beautiful!”Good, Buddy. Call me if you need anything. Anything at all,” Pete said.Oh my! Did he mean what I hoped he meant? He couldn’t have. Could he? “Iappreciate that, Pete. You’re a good friend.””You’re welcome. I’m always there for you.”I don’t want you “there,” I want you here, on top of me. “Thanks, Pete.”I stayed to comb my hair. Pete washed his hands and left.I went into a stall and dropped my pants. I saw my stockinged legs andgarters and they accelerated the effect of my conversation with Pete. I wasin a flaming need for relief. I shut my eyes. In my mind, Pete was kissingme, his tongue down my throat. He was telling me how special I was andfeeling my ass. Then he turned me around and entered me, as if it weresomething we did every day. It was incredible. I tickled and teased mylittle darling until she blew a hot eruption of lava. Since I was in asemi-public place, I had to stifle my moans and squeals, but they werethere.The following weekend, I ventured out for the first time completely enfemme. No one stared. I was not arrested by Jerry Falwell. I used theladies room without incident. And I bought tons of beautiful girlieclothes. And shoes, shoes, shoes. High heels and higher heels. Sandals andpumps. I loved mules, because I have very pretty ankles and heels.When I got home to Maddie, I suggested we take a night out as girls. Sheand I were the same size (nine, if you can believe it). After some coaxing,sexual, of course, she agreed.We were both scared, but horny as hell. Our hair was beautifully styled. Wehad perfect make-up and had given each other pedicures and manicures withbeautifully lacquered nails. I was wearing a little black dress with breastforms. Madison had a lovely miniskirt and sweater top. She had greatlegs. So did I.We weren’t scouting for men. We just wanted to feel the breeze up ourskirts and sample what it was like to live in the world as a woman. Wedecided to do ordinary things. We went to the grocery store. It feltwonderful to walk up and down the aisles and have people pay us littleattention. We knew that day that we were passable.As we continued looking for our week’s rations, we saw that we hadn’tescaped the notice of everyone. There were two young men who appeared to bein their mid-20s who had taken an interest in us. It was very flatteringand they were cute. Maddie and I giggled like schoolgirls as we speculatedon what their cocks would be like. We thought that they were looking at usbecause we were the only girls in the place who were wearing skirts,stockings and heels. The other women were dressed for athletic competitionor panhandling.As we neared the checkout, the young men got behind us in the line. Thetaller one, who was the one I planned to have in my mind when Maddie wassucking me off that night, spoke to me.”Nice day, isn’t it?”Not very original, but he had the guts to say it, I thought, giving thishandsome young piece of man the full benefit of every doubt. I shylyreplied, with equal originality, “Yes, for this time of year.”Maddie and the shorter man were eying each other with interest.We checked out our groceries and then stood outside for a bit, pretendingto look for our keys. Surprisingly, we found them just as the men werecoming out of the store. They helped us with our groceries, but theirattempts at conversation fell short. One of them even asked me what my signwas. Couldn’t they even come up with one of the classic pickup lines like,”My name is Bruno. Remember it because you’ll be screaming it before thenight is out” or “Those are great earrings. How would they look next toyour ankles?”Maddie and I gave each other the
look, thanked the boys and left them therewith unfulfilled stiffies. Thank goodness we still had our standards. Thatnight, we rented “An Affair to Remember” and cried all the way through it,stopping every hour or so for some exquisite porking and cocksucking.That Monday at work, Pete said good morning and asked me how my weekendwas. I told him it was dull. He said, “It would have been a lot duller ifyou and your roommate had picked up those two jamokes at the grocerystore. I’m glad you didn’t.” He walked away.Oh my! Pete knew. What else did he know? A few minutes later, in my manlyclothes, I walked manfully over to Pete’s desk and said, “So, how long haveyou known?””I knew there was something you weren’t telling me, but I didn’t know itwas that until Saturday when I saw you and your pretty friend at thegrocery store. I watched the little drama unfold outside and was very gladyou blew those guys off. You don’t need some casual fling right now. Youneed a man who cares about you. Someone like me.”My heart fluttered. Never in my dreams did I dare to imagine that Petewould be interested in Amy. I blushed. I stammered. “Thank you,” was all Icould say.Pete asked if I would like to go out with him sometime. I agreed eagerly toa dinner date that evening. He would pick me up at 7:30 at Maddie’s. Joy!”One more thing, Ed,” Pete said. “What’s your name?””Amy.” [Blush]”Amy. A pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m very excited about meeting her.”[You’re excited? Ten hours and 12 minutes until our date. My first datewith a man!]Chapter Eleven – PeteI rushed out of work at five and ran home to primp. I had just shaved mybody the day before, but did so again. I powdered and perfumedmyself. Fiddled with my hair. Did an excellent job on my make-up,especially my eyes. And tried not to get too excited about what mighthappen.Maddie was all giddy for me too. She helped me with my breastforms and intomy little black dress. It was very short and if I sat the wrong way, Petewould see a lot of leg, my stocking tops and maybe even my lacy panties. Iplanned on sitting the wrong way a lot.We had just finished preparing Princess Amy for her Prince Charming when hearrived. Maddie answered the door and let Pete in. He looked scrumptious inhis blue suit, red tie and handsome face. He whistled when I sashayed in togreet him. Whistled. I guess I was a hit. Without hesitation I kissed himlightly on the lips in greeting and he kissed me back. Maddie glowed forme.We went to a fancy place and ate something. I didn’t care, because I onlyhad eyes for Pete, who looked as if he wanted to drag me under the table,peel my panties and fill me with his big cock. At least, I hoped that waswhat he wanted. I had only gotten a glance at his cock in the men’s room. Ihoped his cock was big. Not huge. Big.Pete was sneaking looks at my shapely black-stocking legs all night. Theyare my best feature (except for my clitty). He told me several times thatevening how pretty I was. Not how pretty I was for a guy. How pretty,period. That sort of attention has removed millions of panties over theyears and I was hoping to add mine to the pile.I told Pete pretty much my whole story, except for the specific facts aboutour poker group. It was such a relief to share my feelings with a realman. He asked good questions and was genuinely sympathetic. What a sweetie!Pete was the perfect gentleman and I was the demure lady, until we got tohis place. We entered the house. He removed my coat. I turned to facehim. He held out his arms and I slid into them. I held my head against hisstrong chest. He rubbed my back. I was so happy I became emotional, sobbingsoftly in his arms.”It’s all right, Amy. It’s all right. Pete’s here for you now. Nothing isgoing to hurt you.”My heart melted. I held my face up and pouted my glossed lips for a sweetkiss. Pete kissed me tenderly. Slutty Amy slipped a tongue in Pete’s mouthand his tongue answered. Pete held me tightly. I could feel his big, hotcock rubbing against my tummy. It was heaven. I rubbed my hot, hard clittyagainst Pete’s stomach. He didn’t throw me out the door. It was going to bea great night.Impatient, I unzipped Pete and rubbed his briefs over his cock. He wassoaked with sticky pre-goo. I fished around in the flap and foundMr. Richard. What a big boy he was – at least two inches longer than mysissypole. As I stroked him and kissed his lips, Pete lifted my skirt infront and rubbed my clitty through my lacy panties. It was very excitingand I was dripping goo like an ice-cream cone in July. Then he reached inand pulled little Amykins out. She was a naughty girl and about to getnaughtier. With his big right hand, Pete gripped both our shafts and beganto rub his up and down against mine. Up and down. Goo from both stickersmixing. Up and down. Sweet friction. Skin toskin. Kissing. Tonguing. Dreaming new dreams.I felt a tingle in my tummy and knew that I was going to be bad. Iwhimpered a little and said, “Oh, Petey, you’re all man. I want you so bad,Petey.” I felt the second twinge and told Pete that I was going to throwhot cum over his pants and my dress if we didn’t stop right then. At least,that’s what I thought I said, but it probably sounded like, “Aaaaaaaaah!Oooooooohhhhh! Eeeeeeeek! Squealllllll! Soooo goooooodddd!”True to my word, on the third twinge, I was powerless to stop the semi thatwas about to hit me. I squealed and moaned and shifted from one high-heeledfoot to another, then came a bucket all over Pete’s cock, our clothes andthe carpet.Showing a brutish side I didn’t expect (but could only dream of), Petedidn’t pause a bit. Without even removing his pants, he turned me around,moved my panties out of the way and lubricated my eager ass with my owncum. How degrading! How sexy!I was bent at the waist and those big cummy fingers in my butt had me hot,hot, hot. I was getting another stiffie. Pete’s big plunger was all red andangry looking. I would have loved to have sucked it into submission, but mymasterful lover was on a mission. Who was I to stop him? I was just ahelpless little girl, mastered by his big muscles and hard cock.To prove it, the brute [Giggle] aimed his plum-sized cockhead at my tiny,wrinkly, brown and pink, tight pussyhole. All that cum I supplied him mademe all gooey for him and he slipped the head in rather easily. We eachmoaned with pleasure and lust. I looked back at him, smiled, grunted andpushed my ass back to engulf his entire shaft. Whoa! I felt that down to myhigh-heeled toes. Pete reached around and held my invigorated clitty. Hemanipulated it with great love and skill as he gave me a preview of heavenwith his big cock in my hot ass. In and out. Rubbing so nicely. Clipping myprostate. Oh, that’s nice. Tickling my prickie like he meant it. Where hashe been all my life?Then, out of the blue, he said, “Can I cum in your pussy?”I was thinking, “Cum wherever you like, Honey. My body’s all yours.”But before I could say anything, he said, “I don’t want to get youpregnant.”On its face, it was a dumb thing to say. But it really excited me. He knewthat and went on.”Unless you want me to get you pregnant. If your belly was up, we’d getmarried and your breasts would get big and full of milk.”All the while, he was royally fucking my ass and stroking my clitty betterthan it had ever been stroked. I got this image of myself in a weddinggown, with a big, pregnant belly and big, dripping titties and I lost it. Iorgasmed so powerfully; I nearly fainted. Pete knew how to excite awoman. Yes, I felt like a woman that night, not a sissygirl sucking mygirlfriend’s cocks. I was all girl that night.Seconds after I blew a queen-sized load over Pete’s fingers and thebeleaguered carpet, Pete made good on his promise to come in my ass. Oh,did he come in my ass! Pete’s hot cum ran out of my pussyhole, gooeyed downmy thighs, and onto my stocking tops and panties, which the naughty boy hadnot yet removed. I fell to my knees, finding an un- cummed spot and lay onmy back, breathing heavily. I had been thoroughly and beautifully fucked bya ki
nd, loving man. I could now die happy.That kind, loving man didn’t take much of a break. He peeled my pantiesdown, gently easing them over my pretty, stocking legs and getting a lot offeels along the route. Then he helped me take off my dress, which I had tostand up for. I left my bra, garters, heels and stockings on.Then he stripped himself to just Pete. What a sight he was! Better than anyof those old stroke pictures I had of men. He was hard and soft in theright spots. And he was hot for me.We moved to his bedroom and lay on his bed. His smell was all around me. Ihoped he liked my White Shoulders. My clitty was a limp little sausage andcovered with cum. Pete kissed it, and then gave it a nice sucking to makeit hard and ready again. He gently removed my bra and those breastforms andkissed my real titties like a starving man. I never liked that much from mysissy friends, but I sure liked what I was feeling from myman. Tingles. Electric shock. Passion.My poor clitty was now outrageous all over again and naughty Pete began toskin it up and down as he exquisitely tortured my nipples. I was bad againall over Pete’s loving fingers. He chuckled, then moved down to lap itup. Mmmmmmm.When I was cleaned up, Pete rolled over on his back and said, “What’snext?”I knew what I wanted. A mouthful of Pete’s cock. So I stuffed that bigbanana in my hot little mouth and sucked. And licked. And fingered Pete’spreviously unexplored asshole. Pete liked that a lot, if grunt, moans,back- arching and wild bucking can be relied on as indicators.Pete got a hold on himself and regained control of our lovemaking. Gently,but firmly, he moved me to my back and put my head on two pillows. Hestraddled my shoulders on his knees and fed me his darling cock. He fuckedmy face and I sucked him greedily. I put a finger back in his hot ass andhe grunted with approval. I kept sucking and licking him through a veryviolent orgasm. [He likes me! He really likes me!]He fell to his back and we kissed and cooed and spoke of love. What abeautiful sight a man is when he’s fucked out. So content. So powerful, andyet so harmless, because his woman has worn him out. His cock was a long,limp tube. Its pretty foreskin covered its red head, which was droolingtasty cum.I admired him for a while then decided I wasn’t through with him. I nursedon his meat until it got very red and stiff yet again. He fought back byputting a pillow on the floor at the side of the bed. Pete put my shouldersand the back of my head on the pillow, then, sitting on the bed, he hookedthe back of my knees onto his shoulders.In this degrading, almost upside-down, uncomfortable position, my neck wasbent, my cocklet and ass were exposed to Pete’s mouth and I looked like ahelpless little girl, being dominated by a man. Mmmmmm. Pete chose to lovemy ass, which he did with great skill. He licked and tunneled, lapping up alot of his own cum in the process. It was so “dirty” that my poor prickiegot all excited. I was afraid that if I made cummies, gravity would sprayit all over my chest and face. I conveyed that to Pete, who justchuckled. That was obviously his evil plan.Pete had me as hot and bothered as I was when he first kissed me. He was anexpert ass-eater, a critical skill for any sissylover, and I was falling inlove and into another raging orgasm. I didn’t want to degrade myself with ashower of my own cum, but when the big wave hit, all I thought of was thattalented tongue up my sissy butt. I splurted and sploogeed all down mytummy, chest and onto my pretty face. Yucky! But before I could think muchabout it, Pete had two pillows under my ass on the floor and had joinedme. He covered me with his body and rubbed against my cummy torso. I wasall ready to welcome that erection I had generated into my well-licked buttand I was not disappointed.I could smell Pete’s sweat, cum and skin. His hairy chest was rubbing mycum into my nipples. He was kissing me passionately. I put my stockingedankles on his shoulders and said, “Fuck me, Lover. I’m yours to master.”Then I winced in anticipation of a face-to-face insertion of that bigtree. I had been fucked and licked so well, that my tiny pussyhole greetedits new best friend in an entirely accommodating manner. It slipped in asif it were a scabbard made for Pete’s sword.It was a glorious fuck. Full of passion and love. Not rushed. And certainlydrawn out, given our previous exercise. It was entirely different to be agirl loved by a man, than a girl loved by another sissy. The equipment wasthe same, but the feelings were unrelated.When Pete filled me with the fruit of his testicles, I cried out my lovefor him. He kissed me and returned the sentiment.What a night that was!We slept the sleep of the innocent. I woke up at seven with a hot, hard,creaming cock in my ass and a stubbly beard surrounding sweet kisses.Pete scurried to get to work. I took the day off. It turned out that it wasmy last day there, because I decided to quit my job. I began working athome as a consultant. From that day forward, I dressed as a woman fulltime.That lost wallet was the best thing that ever happened to me.Chapter Twelve – Healthy CompetionNothing is ever simple in my life. I was deliriously happy with my decisionto live full-time as a woman. But I had other decisions to make. Did I justwant to dress, or did I want to change my body? I thought about justgetting boobs, then seeing where I went from there with surgery andchemicals. But I made no immediate decisions.Sorting out the people in my life was much more difficult. I wanted to staya member of the poker group. I loved Candy, Linda, and especially Maddieand Diane. But I loved them as girls, not guys. Still, when Todd walked ineach Thursday before he changed into Diane, I got a stirring in my groin.Anyway, Todd was married. Pete was single and if our fuck-a-thon wasevidence, he liked me very much. But did I want to commit to him or anyone?The day after my Pete marathon, those thoughts were running through my headas I took Maddie’s cat to the veterinarian for mobilbahis a 4:30 appointment. I wasdressed very sexy, with tan stockings, white garters, black fuck-me pumps,a black mini and a hot pink top. There were two other males in the vet’swaiting room, an older man and a teenage boy. I made their day by showingthem a lot of leg and giving them my third- tier smile. Anything brighterwould have been too encouraging to them. I had enough on my mind.I was the last one called and the cat and I went in to see Dr. GrantHoward. What a studmuffin he turned out to be. I had no idea. Iautomatically checked for a wedding ring. None. Hmmmm.I put my pussy on the table. The cat, you dirty minded person, chattingwith Dr, Howard. He gave me his Grade A smile and sneaked good looks at mylegs. I wanted to suggest that he take a picture, it would last longer. ButI just looked for evidence of his own package.As luck would have it, the doctor’s little friend was making a nice bulgein his khakis. Seeing that made me drool [I was such a little tramp. I hadjust been fucked thoroughly. Did I really need more cock? Of course I did.]Something happened then that I had not prepared for. I began to think aboutpushing the cat off the examining table and hopping up there on my back forDr. Grant Howard. And whoever else walked in. I was a woman with a man’ssex drive. The perfect creation of nature.Something else happened. I began to get a raging stiffie. It was tenting upmy sexy skirt and I was intensely embarrassed! What if the studmuffinnotices? Of course he did. And he groaned.What kind of groan was it? Disgust or lust? I looked at his face and knewright away that it was lust. For me.Grant spoke first. “Miss Jensen. You have a big clitty!”He knew the lingo. Isn’t the Internet a wonderful thing?I replied, “I know. Would you like to see it?”His mouth went dry, but he was able to stammer, “More than anything.”Dr. Howard, it turns out, was a lifelong admirer of bulging miniskirts, butI was the first he had ever met. He told me later it was better thanhitting the Lotto.I lifted my skirt. My stiffie was crowding my pretty panties.
“Would youlike to touch it?” I asked.Grant gulped and gently lifted my panties up and over my clitty. He loweredthem to mid-thigh, then trembled as he handled my hot girlie stick. “It’sbeautiful. May I….””Do anything you want, doctor. I want a full examination. And please callme Amy.””Oh, Amy,” he said as he fell to his knees and kissed and licked myforeskin. I stirred. His passion was very intense and I was getting veryhot and bothered. He was licking my pole from my balls to my pee-hole andit was very stimulating. I squealed and squeaked encouragingly and hepressed on. This was a man who truly adored my cock. He bathed my balls inhis hot saliva. I hopped on one high- heeled foot, whimpering like thesissygirl I am. Then he moved his attentions to my prickiehead. Oh how headored it. I hopped on my other high-heeled foot, trembling with lust andsexual fire. Life is good.I felt the familiar tremble and warned Grant. If he heard me, it didn’tdeter him one bit. Lick, slurp, suck, groan, smack, kiss. I was tied to thetracks and the train was speeding up. Then it hit! I screamed as if I hadbeen smacked on the bare ass by my Daddy. I doused Grant’s face with sixbig splurts of my “Grade A” girlie juice – a big reward for a job very welldone. He lapped it up furiously, trying not to spill the precious fluid. Iassured him that there was plenty more where that came from and he laughed.I think he wanted to see me again. Especially after I almost stopped hisheart with a payback blowjob for the record books.My life was so much better as a girl.Chapter Thirteen – Fresh JuiceThat night, I got to thinking that perhaps what the poker group needed wassome fresh blood. Actually, some fresh cum. And Grant would be the perfectcandidate. I called the other members and got their approval. Diane mayhave been a little reluctant, because she wanted as much of me as she couldget. Of course she always put that wife of hers first and never seemed tohave the time to see me, except on Thursdays. Am I jealous? Maybe. Butwomen are really very little competition for a pretty sissygirl. We onlyhave two pussies to a woman’s three, but we use ours to satisfy ourman. Not to tease him.Anyway, the next morning, a Wednesday, I dropped a package off at Grant’soffice and returned home. When I walked in, the phone was ringing. It wasGrant, of course.I told him that I enjoyed yesterday very much and asked if he would like alot more of what we shared yesterday with me and other girls with bulgingskirts.”It’s all I can think about, Amy.” Grant said. “Why did you give me thestockings and garter belt?””Wear those until tomorrow night and meet the group at 6:15 at Maddie’s andmy place.”I could feel Grant trembling with anticipation as he eagerly agreed.I added, “And Grant, two things. First, I know you’ll be whacking yourwiener when you put those stockings on. We all did it. But save a lot ofcum for tomorrow night. You’ll need it.”He shuddered. “What’s the second thing, Amy?””Think of a girl’s name for yourself.””Is Emily all right?He had been thinking of this. “Sure, Emily. We’ll see you tomorrow night,Honey.”I knew Emily would be counting the hours. I hoped he wouldn’t forget whichwere the cats and which were the dogs.The next night, Grant was the first to arrive for poker. Maddie and Igreeted him in the uniform of stockings, garters, heels and prettynighties. He quivered with nervousness and desire. We found some pumps tofit him and decked him out in a lovely pink baby doll outfit with matchingpanties. As I applied pink lipstick to his luscious lips, he began tocry. “What’s the matter, Honey?” I asked.Sniffle. “All my life, this is what I wanted. And now it’s here.””You must have been a very good girl and now you’re being rewarded. Enjoyit.”When the other girls showed up at 6:30, Emily greeted them with a shysmile. They hugged and kissed her, welcoming her warmly. Then they went offto sissy up for the night ahead.When they returned in their girlie finery, even I was moved by the sight ofmy poker group, six strong and sexy as all get out. Linda took theinitiative with Emily, kissing her sweetly. Emily trembled and slipped hertongue down Linda’s throat. Linda rubbed Emily’s panties as they kissed,then rubbed her pantied prickie against Emily’s. The excitement was toomuch for Emily’s hair trigger. She squeaked, groaned and made a big cummymess in her pretty panties. Linda continued to kiss her sweetly, then goton her knees to remove the soaked panties. They would be a treasuredmemento of that night for Emily.Emily’s goodies were all covered with cum and she was a bit embarrassed.Until Linda scooped up the cum with her long fingers and used it tolubricate Emily’s anus ring. No one’s fingers but her own had been up thatsweet little place and Emily was in rapture. Linda gave loving licks toEmily’s reinvigorated cocklet and before long; Emily was wincing anddancing the cummy shuffle. So much hot juice!After all that good work, Linda deserved Emily’s cherry, so she tookit. Emily got on all fours on Maddie’s living room floor and offered hervirgin ass to Linda. We all watched this historic moment. Linda’s prickiewas tall and straight. She was panting with desire. Emily was eager, butapprehensive. Linda presented her prickhead at the gate of paradise. Shetouched it to the rosebud of bliss. Emily, the little tart, shuddered andcame a third bucket, just from penile contact on her ass. What a hot numbershe was!As Emily spasmed out her girlie juice, Linda pushed on. Emily groanedloudly. She was crying again. Linda pushed it all in. Emily squealed andcroaked out, “So good. More!”Linda pistoned in and out. The delicious friction had us all very excitedand we paired off, Diane and me; Maddie and Candy. Diane lubricated me withher hot tongue, put me on all fours and had just entered me when we heardLinda cry out with her joyous orgasm. Emily felt the hot cum in her buttand screamed with passion and her release of her fourth, shuddering,ball-draining orgasm of the evening. And the night was young.What a great club we have!Diane fucked me with eagerness and skill. I loved her in a way I couldn’tlove the others and she knew it. I thought I saw jealousy when I broughtEmily into the group and I knew she was jealous of Pete. But I wasn’t goingto spend six nights a week knitting while Todd/Diane was with his wife, whodidn’t even know he was a flaming sissy every Thursday. Hmmph.As I often did, when Diane and I were making love, I often wondered what itwould be like to have ball-busting sex with Todd. That night, I closed myeyes and pretended it was Todd fucking me. I was getting very overheatedquickly. I was about to feel the first little warning sign of powerfulorgasm; I felt a wet cock rubbing against my face. I opened my eyes and sawEmily. Her eyes were pleading me for a good sucking. Where did she get theenergy? Was I ever so horny? Only every Thursday.A good sport, I took her sweet meat into my mouth. I was now plugged atboth ends and it was divine. I humped back on Diane’s cocklet and felt herballs stir. She was ready. I felt the divine little cramp that says, keepgoing forward, there’s no turning back. I kept sucking Emily’s red,sore-looking cocklet and, despite all odds, it grew big and strong again!It was going to be very naughty again! Oh, Emily! Oh Diane! Oh my goodness!We all made BIG cummies and made each other very happy indeed.At our 10 p.m. break, nosh and get-together, we were all k**ding Emilyabout how horny she was. I thought she was as cute as a speckled puppy andwanted to fuck her sissy ass for the rest of the evening. Emily said, “Iwish I was a big cunt so you could all fuck me at once.”The group took that as challenge. We cleared off the dining room table andlaid Emily on her back, supporting her head with a pillow. There was noneed to lube the little darling and the thought of fucking her had me veryexcited. I slid my engorged little beauty into her tight hole. She winced,and then purred with pleasure. Candy got onto the table, straddled Emily
’shead, and fed her her clitty. Emily made yum yum sounds and sucked withgusto. Maddie leaned over sucked Emily’s soft cocklet. Emily arched herback, then cooed and grunted. Linda and Diane lifted Emily’s pretty nightieand each worshiped a nipple. Emily erected strongly and wiggleddelightedly. She whimpered and began crying, but continued to suck Candy’ssissypole. The new girl summoned unknown strength and after ten minutes ofconcentrated, focused, distilled carnality, she shuddered and drooled outthree tasty globs of hot girlie goo into Maddie’s mouth. I continuedporking hergorgeous ass until I could hold back no more, adding my load to Emily’swell- spermed butt. Candy squeaked like the Thursday sissy she is andfilled Emily’s mouth with the sauce of life.The nipple suckers stopped. Candy pulled out her limp sissypole. My softsticker retreated from Emily’s sweet spot. The girl was tremblingbadly. Had we gone too far? Emily opened her eyes and said, “This is thegreatest day of my life. I love you girls!” Group hug. Lots ofkissing. Leading to, well, you know.”Chapter f******n – Beautiful Me and the ToddPete continued to pursue me and I pursued him back. We had two dates a weekand my little pooper has the rough edges to prove it. Pete wanted me all tohimself, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.Two Thursdays later, I went all out for poker night. I spent the day in aspa and got a full makeover. I got a beautiful new hairstyle and wentBLONDE! Sexy, sweet blonde, not hooker blonde.I was sex on the hoof when I showed up at Maddie’s fashionably late at6:35. I wasn’t just a girl. I was a beautiful girl; perfumed, powdered,lacquered, mascaraed, you name it. I was wearing a simple white minidress,with white stockings, four-inch-heeled white mules and gold hoop earrings.When I walked in, I saw Emily, Maddie, Linda, Candy and Todd. Wasn’t Toddgoing to become Diane and play tonight? I was very disappointed.The other girls went instantly erect when they saw me. And I believe I sawsome drool on their lips. Todd’s face was that of a man in love. Itoccurred to me that I would be spending that night with Todd, not Diane.I was right. Todd asked the girls if they would excuse us. We went to mybedroom and closed the door.”I want to make love to you as a man, Amy. I love the group, but I love youmore. You’re the most exciting woman I’ve ever known.”I blushed. I thought, isn’t there more? There was.”Being a sissy was fun, but I’m really a sissylover. And you’re the sissy Ilove.””And your wife? I’m not a homewrecker.””You’re right. But I’m not giving you up.” It was a dilemma. Then Toddreached in his pocket and shyly produced a wrapped package. “I got yousomething, Amy.” He handed it to me and kissed me on the cheek.My goodness. Todd was romancing me! He hadn’t even tried to tongue mytonsils and all my clothes were still on. Even better, I was getting asudden, unexpected present, something that warms the pussy of every girl onearth. It was a gorgeous string of pearls. My eyes filled up and I gaveTodd a big lipsticky kiss. With lots of tongue. I asked him to put them onme and, while they would have looked a lot better with a black dress, theywere beautiful. I would wear them to make love to the sentimental rascal.Todd turned on the radio and found a slow, Gershwin number, “Always.” Thenhe asked me for a dance. The floor was carpeted and I didn’t have the rightshoes, but what the heck?We danced through four songs until the commercial. Neither of us said aword. I felt so good and safe in his big strong arms. The pearls were warmon my neck. I smelled his Canoe.As the commercial played on, I looked Todd in the eyes. “Will you make loveto me now, Todd?” No gentleman turns down a request like that.Todd and I made knock-down-drag-out love for two hours. We were sweatingand drained when we finished. It was two of the best hours of my life. Ihoped that Diane would never return. Making love with Todd was much morefun.At 10 o’clock, I insisted that we join the others for the break. Todd wasreluctant, but I told him that the group was very important to both of us.When we showed up, Todd in his boxers and me in my stockings, heels, garterbelt and nightie, the other girls were all atwitter. “How was it, youlovebirds?” bold Candy asked.I reached in Todd’s boxers and withdrew his limp, dripping cock.”Draining,” I said, and we all giggled. The girls all kissed us with goodhumor.As we sat and chatted, I made a suggestion to the group. “I think it’s timewe brought some men into the group.”They looked at me strangely. Maddie said, “But Honey, we’re all men.”I disagreed. “I don’t think so, girls. Todd’s a man, but I’m a girl andwe’re going to stay that way seven days a week. The rest of you areThursday girls. I’m suggesting we get some men who want to make love toThursday girls.”They looked at me and each other. The thought had their clitties up. “But,Amy, where will we find these men?””One is sitting next to me being fresh with my clitty. Todd’s still comingon Thursdays, but as a man. And he’s going to make love to all of us, notjust me.” I looked at Todd for a reaction. He seemed to be OK with it. Whynot? All that pussy was a very attractive proposition.”But Todd can’t [Blush] love us all, Amy,” sweet Emily said.”I know. Much as he would like to. I’m offering the services of my otherspecial friend, Pete. That should improve the odd a little to five girlsand two men. I’ll also ask if Pete has any nice friends. We won’t meethere, but at Pete’s house, just in case things don’t work out. Next week,with luck, we’ll each have a man on top of us, grunting and sweating andshooting his big, hot load up our tiny pussyholes. How does that sound,Ladies?”The girls were more excited than they had been since I joined the group.The orderly meeting dissolved into a muddled orgy of cliities, pussyholesand Todd’s popular manmeat.Chapter Fifteen – MenI spoke to all the girls by phone during the following week and theirquestions were always the same. Will there be enough men for all of us tohave one make love to us? Will they be cute? Who will they be? Will theyhave big cocks?It was amazing how Candy, for example, had changed from that homophobic guyI met on my first poker night to the horny little Thursday cupcake she hadbecome. She wanted a man on top of her spilling his seed in her tightpussyhole and she didn’t want no for an answer.It was also amazing to see how our group had changed since I joined fromfour guys dressed as girls from the waist down, calling themselves by guynames, sucking each other’s cocks, while protesting their heterosexuality.No kissing. No pooper tickling. And no fucking.Today, our group stood tall with two new members, Emily and me, and abeautiful man, Todd, as a full-time male. Cosmetics, female dressing,kissing, fucking, fellatio, anal stimulation, and exquisite masturbationwere now practiced skillfully and lovingly.That Thursday, the girls hoped to be getting beautifully fucked by trueadmirers of their unusual feminine charms.I was so proud of my group and its members and especially pleased that Iwas able to bring them so many delicious new practices. Now that I wasdressing and being a woman full- time, I had never been happy and knew Iwas a woman for life.As Thursday arrived, I hoped that my plans would come together and everygirl would have a perfect night.The girls took the afternoon off from their jobs and arrived at Pete’splace at 1 p.m. I helped them get dressed and made up completely as girlsfor the first time. They were dizzy with excitement.The girls were all gorgeous. When I was Ed, I would have had an instantwoodie, followed by a powerful orgasm from seeing them and fantasizingabout them. I told them so and they were touched.At 6:30, the doorbell rang. The girls stood nervously in their sexy heelsand shifted from foot to foot. We all took a deep breath and I answered thedoor. There were Todd and Pete. Only Todd and Pete. The girls would be sodisappointed, I thought, but we’ll pass the men around and
…. Those badboys were hiding three more men to the side of the house. Three cute men!In suits. Carrying flowers.”Come in, gentlemen,” I said. The ladies took a deep breath and sighed whenthey saw the three. Those bad girls were picking their favorites.Pete stepped up. “Ladies, I would like you to meet my brother George and mycousin Harry.” George was tall and blonde with a cute smile. Harry wasshorter, but had classic good looks. He looked very sexually excited.Then Todd. “Ladies, this is my friend Al.” Al was a winner too. Broadshoulders and a nice bulge in his crotch. I think I’ll try Al first, Ithought.The ladies giggled and flirted, hiking their miniskirts up a notch as theyjockeyed for the cute guy of their choice. Candy, the little flirt, threwherself at Pete. She kissed him and made lewd suggestions, all of whichwere enthusiastically accepted. They went off hand in hand to Pete’sbedroom.I was pitching Al and he was catching, but nosy me wanted to see who pairedup. Emily had her eye on Todd and he eyed her right back, toddling off armin arm to one of the two other bedrooms.That left George and Harry and Linda and Maddie. I knew Maddie liked blonds(she sucked my cock at least once a day) so she cut George out of the herdand grabbed the last bedroom.Maddie and Harry were making major goo-goo eyes at each other and were notembarrassed having to share the living room with Al and me. Maddie andHarry kissed deeply. If he had any reservations about Maddie’s gender, histongue down her throat didn’t seem to send that signal.Al grabbed me around the waist. I pouted my glossed lips for a sweet kiss,which Al delivered beautifully. Sex with men is so much better than with mysissy sisters.Al undressed me slowly and kissingly. He was an exceptional smoocher.Maddie was getting an excellent dose of lip from her Harry. In a fewminutes, we were standing there in our bras, stockings, heels, garter beltsand pretty panties. We acted shy, covering ourselves with our hands andlooking down. That seemed to fire up our lads even more. They stripped totheir boxers and moved in for more kissing and fondling.I reached in and felt Al’s big, hot meat. It was smooth, very hard andsoaked with evidence of his excitement over me. I teased the dark red headas I kissed him. He stroked my ass and slipped his hand down my crack. Hisnaughty middle finger found my pussyhole. He tickled it and entered to thedepth of a nail. It was so nice. With his other hand, Al reached into mypanties and gently stroked the shaft of my clitty. No shyness thereeither. Nice. I disconnected from the sweet embrace and sissied over to thedining room table, leaving the couch for Harry and Maddie. I leaned overthe table and presented my world-class but for Al’s pleasure. I have a verygiving nature.Al was a very happy man. He joined me and slid down my panties, negotiatingthe difficult problem of panty removal over a stiff clitty. Al dropped tohis knees and took me to a higher existence by worshiping my ass, firstwith kisses, then with fantastic tonguing. I peeked and saw that his bigcock was hard during the entire process. He loved licking my pooper! As helicked, he tickled my balls. Mmmmmm. My prickie was becoming distressed.Al stood up and presented his cock at my secret place. He teased me withit, slipping it in a centimeter, and then withdrawing. “Stop that, you badboy and fuck me now,” dommy me said. Just as he was about to push, I hearda loud squeal from the couch. Harry had Maddie on her back with legs raisedand had landed on the objective. Intermittently, I heard squeals, groans,moans and screams from the three bedrooms. Can I plan a party or what?Al fucked me with intense passion. I was his first “special girl” and hewas experiencing the joy that all men find with us. He loved stroking myleaking clitty as he plunged in and out of the only pussy I’ll ever have,need or want. And I loved being stroked. But the time was upon me. Thesweet meat of my third man (there would be more as long as pizzas aredelivered to homes) had me in a proper dither. His stroking of my foreskinaccented my distress. I gratefully lost control and put a new kind ofpolish on Pete’s tabletop, screaming like the sissy I love to be. Maddiejoined the chorus and I heard my sisters in the other rooms as well.What a wonderful night it was, the first of many with our handsome lads.I haven’t picked the man I want for life. Maybe I don’t want any on apermanent basis. It’s different as a girl. You can get laid any time youwant. And I want to several times a day.My sisters are still once-a-week girls, except for my roommate Maddie, whogoes sissy all the time at home. I’m trying to get her to go full time. Shewants to, but is holding back.Todd, Pete and Al are all hot for my body and I enjoy them whenever I can.They participate every Thursday and are very popular with the girls. Emilyand Todd seem to have a thing going. I would be jealous, but the planetteems with men.Harry says he’s ready to switch teams on Thursdays; wants to be a girl. Thebeauty of our group is that you can do that. Of course we’ll need two moremen. I have no doubt we’ll find them.Our group has ten members now and will probably have twelve when Harrybecomes Vicky. But you can really start a group with two girls. Now you’reone, right? So all you have to do is find one more man who wants to wearstockings, garters, heels, a nightie and lipstick one night a week. You canstart out just watching each other dress. Then you can masturbate in thesame room. Then [gasp] touch each other until the cream pours out. Fromthere, let your imagination be your guide.
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