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Looks by MissyI had met him several times before, and now that he and his new wife,June, had moved into our neighborhood, we interacted more frequently. Ihad actually dated her for a while before she and Jeff married, so I wasaware of more intimate aspects of her as well as their relationship. Ihad always found it strange that they got married, as they seemed an oddpair. He was not particularly attractive, nor personable. Also, Junecomplained a lot about him, in particular his tendency to be rude to herand her friends, as well as flirtatious with other women. In fact, shestopped dating me to be with him, but as we started tapering off Juneintroduced me to one of her friends from college, Susan; setting us upon a blind date that went well. It went so well, that we continued todate, became serious, and then got married. June and Susan remained goodfriends, requiring we interact as couples. Recently, June had askedSusan if they could borrow a folding table from us and after using it,she called about returning it. I told them to come on over. Although ithad been in the past and we were both married now, I still found herattractive and had to admit, I would agree to do things for her just soI could spend time with her. That was particularly true now, since ithad been months since we had been together, because our work scheduleshad been so hectic.To say I was disappointed when I saw their van pull up and only Jeff wasinside was an understatement. But I was friendly and helped him get thetable out of his vehicle and into our garage. As we did so, I couldn’thelp but notice the way he looked at me, a sort of combination of asneer, amusement, and ogling. It made me feel both uncomfortable andawkward. I knew my appearance had changed a lot lately. I had let myhair grow out, so it was now down to my shoulders. Susan hadn’t liked itbut insisted if I was going to wear it long, that I take care of it andthat included covering the gray that was creeping in. Maybe that waswhat caught his attention, as my hair was now a light honey blonde colorand was shiny and smooth from the hair products Susan gave me. I had itpulled back in a loose ponytail with a tortoise-shell clip, a femininelook but one I used around the house a lot. I had also lost a lot ofweight, a conscious effort to slim down, dropping nearly 25 pounds inthe last three months. So I no longer had the pudgy belly that Jeff wasused to seeing. My waist was now a trim 28 inches, but unfortunately thelost weight didn’t include my chest. As a teenager, I had a bout ofgynecomastia which when combined with my weight gave me a definiteprotruding set of ‘male boobs’. When I also had a large stomach, itwasn’t as noticeable as I looked like any other fat guy. But now my bustwas more prominent, projecting out from my smooth trunk. I hadn’tthought about how they might look under my loose t-shirt, bouncing as wemoved the table. So maybe that was what caught his eye. In any case, heleft and I went back to doing my chores around the house. I forgot allabout it until a few days later when June called.”Hello Roger, how’s it going? Sorry I missed you the other day, it seemslike forever since we’ve been together. Jeff mentioned that you lookedso different. That you are much trimmer and your hair looked nicer too.I wanted to come by and give you guys a thank you gift, is now a goodtime?””That’s nice June, but you don’t need to do that. Besides, Susan isn’there.””Well I want to give you something. I don’t mind that Susan is not athome. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”She hung up and I was left standing there. I had tried to deflect her,as she really didn’t need to reward us for loaning her the table, but Iwould be glad to see her. I just didn’t want to sound too eager. Soon, Iheard a knock at the front door and I opened it to let her in. Standingthere, June looked great as always. Her soft brown hair was cut in ashort style that framed her face perfectly. She had just enough makeupto highlight her bright blue eyes, high cheeks, and full lips. The cutof her top, a white sleeveless mock turtleneck in a sheer fabric,emphasized her large breasts. The lace bra she wore underneath wasvisible and you could tell she was a D- or even DD-cup. The rest of heroutfit was a simple pair of jean short-shorts paired with high heelsandals. Maybe because she was only about 5’3″ in height, but she almostalways wore heels. The fact that they made her ass look good too, wasalso a plus, I’m sure. Seeing me, she smiled and reached out to lightlygrab my upper arm.”Oh my! Jeff is so right. Your hair is lovely. I hadn’t realized it hadgotten so long and that color is suited perfectly to your skin tone andhazel eyes. I can see why he was so struck by it. I also have to admityour weight loss is very noticeable as well. Not that you were fat, butwithout that typical male paunch like Jeff’s, you look years younger andso trim. He told me you seemed to have developed up top as well. I cansee what he meant, although if I remember correctly, when we weretogether you had a bit of that already, didn’t you?”Her barrage of compliments and then questions about my appearance caughtme off-guard. Especially about my chest. I had gotten somewhat used toit being atypical and most people didn’t mention it if they noticed. Iblushed and stuttered out something about it being a condition I hadsince puberty. She quickly agreed that I was probably the same size asbefore, but it just looked different with a trim waistline. As wetalked, she moved closer and I caught a whiff of perfume. I recognizedit immediately as it was a fragrance she wore when we had dated. Ihadn’t smelled it on her since she and Jeff married. The mere smellbought back pleasant memories of our time together and put me in abetter mood. But June soon went back to my hair.”Jeff told me, that he thought your hair was as pretty as any woman’sand I agree. I would love to do something with it once, just for fun.You know, he has been pestering me constantly about it. He’d love to seehow you would look with your hair done and maybe wearing something uptop that would show off your bust. I can see what he means now. I couldreally work something out I think. How about it, would you do me a favorand let me try? If you don’t, I know Jeff won’t give me a rest. He canbe so annoying about things he wants.”I wasn’t quite sure I understood what she was asking, so I questionedher.”What do you mean try something? Try what?””Oh just let me style your hair. You know, put some curl in it or maybesome soft waves with a flip. That will be the hard part, deciding whatstyle might look best. I can already imagine four or five looks thatwould be perfect for your hair and face. I could do even more, if we hadit cut right. Then if you wore some cute top or something that wouldshow off your bust, I think that would do the trick for Jeff.””What? You must be joking. I wouldn’t do something like that. Even ifagreed, Susan would think it would be silly too.””Susan’s fine with the idea. As soon as Jeff got home the other night hestarted on me, so I called her to talk about it. She said it was okayand acted like it wouldn’t be a big deal at all to her. Besides it wouldjust be us, a one-time thing you know. I’m sure you realize what a houndJeff is about boobs. He can’t seem to get enough of them.”Although I was startled first by the idea itself, the fact that Susanhad agreed really put me off balance. I stuttered around trying tofigure out what to say. I seized on her last statements about how Jefflike boobs.”Well if Jeff is such a breast guy, why would he be interested in me? Imay be unusually large for a guy, but compared to women, especiallysomeone like you with your figure, I would look like a board. There’sreally not much there. Plus I’m a guy. The idea is just too strange.””I agree you’re not like me or even your lovely wife, but youunderestimate Jeff’s range of interest. He’s as hot for small boobs asbig ones really. In fact, he seems to get fascinated as much by someonewith ones different than my size. That’s what I like about this idea. Imean, I know it is just a form of visual stimulation and since you’re aguy, looking is all he’d want. I know it might seem pretty odd, but forme I’d like the chance to do this. For one thing, I really enjoy beingtogether, just you and me. If we were to do it, you could come over toour house, and we’d spend the day together. Try different looks, havelunch, just be close. Ideally, if you would agree to Saturday, thatwould be perfect. Jeff has to work till 4 PM, and we could have all dayto hang out, just the two of us. Then he could come check out how youlook. I’m sure once he got a few looks, he’d be satisfied. Please thinkabout it. I’d make it fun I promise. I just don’t think I can take morepressure from Jeff about this.”As she spoke, June moved even closer. So close that her bare leg rubbedagainst mine and her breasts were literally brushing my shirt. The headyaroma of her perfume filled my brain and I felt like I was in a fog. Themere idea of trying to dress to look like a woman was so outlandish asto be ridiculous. I knew I was not overly masculine, with neither bigmuscles nor lots of body hair, but even with a modest 5’8″ frame, I didnot think I had a feminine profile. Plus, the way Jeff looked at me inthe garage was creepy enough. This would be way worse. But then the ideaof spending all day with June, just us two was a big draw. I mean I hadgotten hard as soon as she arrived and now it seemed like it was goingto explode. I had a serious crush on her and still consider the night wewent to bed together to be one of the high points of my life. Even mysubpar sexual performance didn’t alter how I looked at that night. So Istuttered a second, trying to think of what to do. June must have sensedmy indecision, as she stared at me deeply before leaning in to kiss mycheek. Her boobs pressed against my arm and it seemed like her perfumewas swirling around me. Staying close to my face she whispered again.”Please say yes. I need your help, okay?”That pushed me over the edge. Although I couldn’t voice it, I managed tonod my head in the affirmative. Getting the response she wanted, shegrabbed me in a big hug and again kissed my cheek. I could feel my faceflush from embarrassment, as I was sure she felt my erection as we werepressed together. Finally she let me go and stepped back. As if bymagic, she pulled a cloth tape measure from her pocket. Stepping behindme, she looped it around me, and quickly measured around a few places onmy frame. Finally satisfied, she rolled it back up and moved in front ofme.”This should give me enough to work with, I mean for what he wants. Ipromise you won’t regret this at all. Just come over about 10 onSaturday morning so we can get started. No need to dress up either, atee shirt and jeans will be fine. Thanks again, I knew I could count onyou to be there for me.”As she headed back to her car, I began to realize what I had agreed todo and started to panic. But seeing her smile so big, with reliefobvious on her face, made me swallow my protests. Plus her nipples werehard and poking through her top, suggesting to me that she was excitedtoo. I would just have to do it, get it over with, and forget it. Itseemed a small price to pay to have time alone with her. Later whenSusan came home, I thought of telling her but before I could sayanything she matter-of-factly mentioned that she had plans to shop onSaturday, would be gone all day, and that I should find something tokeep me busy. She had a knowing smile as she talked, which told me shehad spoken with June and was apparently okay with it all. The next twodays were crazy as I alternated between excitement about being with Juneand dread at what I had agreed to do. The visual of Jeff leering at me,haunted my thoughts about the day, but I tried to balance that withknowing I could be close to June.Finally, it was time. I took a quick shower and shaved my face. I was sonervous, I could only eat a slice of toast. Susan was prepping for herday and as she left she told me to have fun, behave, and she would seeme later for dinner. I headed over to June’s house, dressed as shesuggested in jeans and a tee. When she opened the door, I wasimmediately glad I had agreed to do this for her. She was wearing a sexyromper with cutouts on the sides and a deep v-neckline revealing lots ofcleavage. Her boobs were taut against the fabric and I could tell shewasn’t wearing a bra. She gave me a big hug and a quick kiss on thecheek. I started getting hard immediately as I smelled the perfume shehad worn for me before. Taking me by the hand she led me to the kitchen.”Roger I am so glad you are here. We are going to have a wonderful day.A day we will remember for a long time. But before we start getting youready, I want to just relax and chat. I’ve brewed up some tea and we cantalk and catch up on each other’s lives, okay?”I followed her to the kitchen, where we sat at her table and talked forthe next 30 minutes sipping tea and just being with each other. It wasperhaps the most we had talked and the closest we had been since westopped dating. I loved it, as she was both interested in me and flirtyas well. It was hard not to just stare at that wonderful cleavage. Thatkept me hard as well as interested, as my cock seemed to like beingclose to her even more than my mind did. Even when she described howexcited Jeff was about today, it did little to dampen my growingenthusiasm. I did have to ask how her marriage was and couldn’t resistdigging a bit to see what she had found so intriguing about him. I didfeel a bit awkward after I asked her, but she merely smiled and answeredmy personal question.”Jeff does have some disagreeable qualities and tends to annoy me attimes, but he has a few things that most women desire. Although hedoesn’t seem to be a smooth talker most of the time, especially in agroup, he is really skilled at it. When you’re alone with him, he has away of talking with you that makes you feel like you’re the sexiest,most special woman in the world. He seems to know what buttons to pushto get you excited or feeling good about yourself. He also has a sort ofinner command that radiates confidence, control, and experience; that heknows what he is doing at all times and will be there to protect andprovide for you. That is a sort of masculinity that a lot of women love.That personality strength is combined with a physicality that isspecial. Jeff isn’t the handsomest guy and in everyday situations hedoesn’t stand out. But I’ll tell you, in the bedroom arena, so to speak,he shines. He has the right equipment you might say that puts him inelite company. It’s a kind of sexual experience you can’t get from mostmen. He does know he is special and that he can get his way with manywomen, so you have to deal with his wandering, but that’s a price I waswilling to pay.”I had to blush when she answered, because it immediately made me thinkof our sexual encounter. I had finally lured her to bed and when she laynaked before me I tried to make her as pleased sexually as I could. Idid give her multiple orgasms, but it was only by kissing and lickingher sweet pussy until she came. Unfortunately, when I moved up and beganto fuck her, I was so excited that I didn’t last but a few strokes. Shetold me it was okay and we cuddled after I came. But that was the onlytime we had sex and we only had one more date, although we’d gettogether for lunch or other daytime activities. I had to know that Ididn’t really deliver the sexual excitement she wanted. So when shedescribed how Jeff was able to please her that answered my question in away I was not ready for. But that seemed to be the perfect transitionfor her to indicate that it was time we started my transformation. I wasdocile by that time and having resigned myself to do this, I went withher upstairs to their master suite. Following her as she went upward,my eyes gravitated to the bottom of her romper where her butt cheekswere showing and I could see she had no more than a thong pantyunderneath. Of course my cock was rock hard. As we entered the room, sheturned and gestured toward the bed.”Go ahead and slip out of your clothes. Also put your hair up with theclip I left on the nightstand. I want to see what I have to work withand how much we need to do.”I started to hesitate, but she waved me on, and then turned to go intothe adjoining bath. This was where my nerves kicked in. Swallowing andtrying to convince myself it would be fine, I pulled off my shirt andthen slid the pants down my legs. I pulled my hair back and twisted itso the clip would keep it on top of my head. Standing there in myunderwear, I interlocked my fingers and held my hands just in front ofmy still erect cock. I was trying to wish it to get soft, but with noresponse. She returned and smiled again.”I need everything off Roger. We don’t need to be coy, I mean we’ve seeneach other nude before, right?”Glancing downward, her slight smile turned into a wide grin.”Oh I understand now. That’s so cute, you still find me sexy.”Moving closer, she put her hands on each side of my briefs and slowlybut steadily pulled them down. My cock hung in the fabric a secondbefore popping out and bobbing in the air while she pulled my briefsdown far enough for me to step out of them. I nearly jumped when shewrapped her hand around it, lightly grasping the shaft.”There’s my little fellow. Glad to see he’s still perky. I just love howhe fits so easily in my hand. Sometimes it feels like I can barely wrapmy fingers around Jeff, you know? I’m also pleased that I remembered howyou look. I was hoping that I was right that you didn’t have a lot ofbody hair. It should be easier to make you presentable.”Turning, she kept a light grip on me and pulled me toward the bath. Iwas blushing furiously now, both from what she said as well as from heractions. But what worried me most was her statement about my hair. I wasright to worry, as once we were in the room, she let go of me to turn onthe water in the claw-foot bathtub. She reached over and began to put onsome vinyl gloves that were on the counter.”Roger go ahead tipobet giriş and step in the tub. I’m going to apply some depilatorycrème to make your skin smooth and soft.””June, you didn’t mention anything like this. I don’t know if that issomething I want to do. I mean, I thought you just wanted me to let Jefflook at my chest? Why do I need to remove my body hair?””Oh don’t worry, you have such fine hair, and it’s so light in color, noone will really notice. But Jeff expects you to look feminine for him.Besides, you do have a little patch of chest hair that is totally wrongfor the outfit I chose for you. This will only take about 15 minutes.The crème is real effective, although so gentle you can use it to removepubic hair. You still remember how smooth I was for you when we had sex,don’t you?”By now June was applying the crème, as she had not waited for me toagree. She had just started. I had to admit I didn’t have a lot of hair,as it was only noticeable on my legs, forearms, the small patch in thecenter of my chest, and under my arms. The thickest area was my pubichair and even that was so light it didn’t really hide anything. Juneseemed oblivious to how this might affect me later, but as she smoothedit over my body I couldn’t help but wonder how I would explain this toSusan. I would have to tell her I had done it, as she would surely bejealous if she knew I had allowed June to see me completely nude, not tomention handle my cock. These thoughts tumbled in my head as Junefinished by putting crème on the base of my cock, all over my balls andbetween my cheeks. She did leave a narrow strip of hair above my cockwhich immediately made me remember that was how she had looked when Iwent down on her. Having completed the application, June peeled off hergloves and told me to just stand there, it would only be about 15minutes and she could wash me off.That was the longest quarter hour of my life. I could see myselfreflected in the mirror over the sinks, and I couldn’t help but focus onhow feminine I looked in this situation. The shock of what I was doingbegan to affect me and my hard-on quickly softened making everythingworse. As it shriveled up, it appeared so small. All I could think aboutwas that I was going to present my body as a female to another man. Bythe time June re-entered the bath, I was almost shaking from the cold ofstanding there nude, nerves, and embarrassment. If she noticed, Junedidn’t say anything but picked up the hand-nozzle, a washcloth, andimmediately began to wipe and then wash the crème and the dissolved hairoff my legs. As she worked her way upward, she smiled at me.”Time for the unveiling! I know you’re going to look so cute when I’mdone getting you ready. I hope you are as excited as I am, but honestlyI’m glad you’ve gone back to your tiny softness. It will make the restof the transition a lot easier.”The shower of slightly cool water had been aimed right at my cock andballs as she talked and when she moved it up to rinse off my stomach andchest hair, I couldn’t help but see how small and powerless they looked.It was almost as if my cock was reticent to be seen, as it had shrunkback on itself. My balls were no better, being like almonds inside mysack. When she finished rinsing the crème off my body, June told me tosit on the edge of the tub so she could wash my hair. She went throughthe process, first shampooing, then conditioning and lastly a finalrinse. After my hair drained a bit, she wrapped it up in a turban towelto allow it to dry and handed me another bath towel to dry my body. As Idid so, I couldn’t get over how my appearance had changed by the simpleremoval of body hair. I knew I wasn’t overly masculine but my soft,smooth skin highlighted the feminine aspects of my appearance. It wasn’thelped by how small my cock and balls looked without pubes; they stillseemed in shock over this whole episode. Once I was dry, I went to thebedroom where June was waiting. Entering the room, I subconsciouslyplaced my hands in front of my genitals as if I instinctively knew thathad to look small and delicate. If June noticed she didn’t say butmerely indicated for me to stand in front of her. I noticed she washolding a small tube and a spray can.”Okay Roger, time for the next step. This may seem extreme, but I thinkit will work for the best. Even though you are small for a man, yourcock still can disrupt the appearance we want for Jeff. So, what I’mgoing to do is apply some medical adhesive to help cover it up. The goodthing is the adhesive is very gentle and non-toxic, plus it’s easy toremove. Here let me show you how it works.”June sprayed a little of the clear liquid on the forefinger and thumb ofher left hand. Pressing them together, they were immediately gluedtight. She had me pull slightly on them and I could tell that they wouldnot come apart without tearing the skin. June then put some liquid fromthe bottle where they were stuck together. The liquid rapidly dissolvedthe medical adhesive and her fingers separated easily. She smiledbroadly at me.”See, it works like a charm. What I want to do is use this to help tuckyour male parts, so they are hidden. I think it should work well forwhat we need. You’ll have to help but it should only take a few minutesto complete. Just do as I say.””June, it looks safe, but this is too much. I mean, I really didn’t wantto remove my body hair, but I could kind of understand it. But why is itnecessary to glue me like this? Can’t I just push my cock back betweenmy legs?””Well that might help a little, but the panty I picked for you is fairlysheer, so I just don’t want to take any chances on what might show. Tellyou what, let me try it and if you don’t see how it improves your newlook, then I’ll remove the glue.”Not really convinced, I felt like I had no other choice, so I let herproceed. It went pretty easily, I had to admit, although it felt odd tohave her handle me so much. We first worked on keeping my balls insideof me; I pushed them one at a time into the cavity on each side whileshe pulled back my sack skin and glued it tight against my body. Sheonly had to hold it a minute or two to allow the glue to set. The ballsprotruded a little against my taut skin, but mostly stayed concealed.June finished by spraying the underside of my cock, avoiding the moresensitive skin on the glans, and then stretched it back toward my ass.Since it was pulled tightly backwards, she held it for a good fiveminutes to be sure the glue was firm. Releasing her hand, my cock stayedin place, making it feel quite weird between my legs. From the front, Inow had a smooth curve running from my narrow patch of pubic hair downbetween my legs. It didn’t really look like a woman’s labia but itlooked even less like a man’s genitals. June was very pleased. Seeinghow she had solved that issue, she had me slip on the panties she hadchosen. They were a cheeky tanga style made of a sheer beige nylon withlace trim around the waist, legs and up the cheeks. I understood whatshe meant now, as I looked very feminine from the front with the pubiclanding strip and flat front providing a convincing look.”Oh Roger that looks so much better, better than I had even hoped. Iguess I had forgotten how small you really were. That made it mucheasier to convert you to a smooth sexy look under your panties. Now weneed to work on your hair. Just slip on this robe and sit down at myvanity. I’m going to use rollers to give you the curl and wave I want inyour hairstyle. Once your hair is in curlers, then we can take a breakfor lunch. Later I can do your makeup and we can finish getting youdressed. We should have lots of time before we show you off to Jeff.”That short conversation sort of summed up my relationship with June. Shecould praise me and insult me within the same sentence. Despite all thechanges she had done to my appearance, I enjoyed being with her. Ihadn’t spent this much time with her, or been this close since westopped dating. Just having her hold my cock, even if it was to glue itout of the way, gave me a special feeling inside. Of course, my thoughtsalso flashed to my wife and I felt a tinge of guilt at still lusting forJune, but I convinced myself that Susan was okay with me being here.Overall, I was beginning to adjust to following June’s lead and doing asshe said. You could tell that she was used to setting hair, because ittook her only about 15 minutes to roll mine in large plastic curlers.She used setting gel on each one and secured them with bobby pins sothey would stay in place. Once she had all my hair done, June covered itwith a stretchy hair bonnet. She seemed really pleased and assured methat my hair would looked really nice once she styled it. We would needto let my hair dry naturally for a while and then I could sit under herportable hair dryer to finish it.Taking my hand in hers, June began to file my fingernails. She wanted topolish my nails, telling me she wished we had gone to a nail salonfirst. I would look much cuter with nail extensions, but she could atleast shape them and give them a pretty color. June worked quickly,doing first my right and then left hands. While the bright red polishdried, she repeated her work on my toenails, even buffing my feet tomake them smoother. I questioned her a bit about removing the polishwhen we were done, but she said it would only take a few minutes toremove it. After Jeff had seen me, she would remove the glue, polish,and I could take a quick shower so that I was free of all traces of herfeminization efforts. That made me feel a little more comfortable withhow far she was going with all of this. Once the polish was done, I satthere waiting for it to get dry enough for me to move around. Sittingthere, I could see my image in her vanity mirror. I appeared as feminineas could be with my hair in curlers, polished nails, smooth hairlessskin and light pink satin robe. Although I was loving being so close toher, I was paying a high price for June’s attentions. While we waited,we talked about how my marriage to Susan was going and exchangedintimate details about each other’s love lives. The more we talked thecloser I felt we were getting. Maybe it was just coincidental, but shemade a lot of contact with me as we talked, letting her fingers traceover much of my body and face or occasionally brushing against me withher breasts or hips. Finally, she felt my nails were dry enough andpulled out a pair of high-heel slippers. She wanted me to wear them so Icould practice walking in heels. They felt really odd as they shifted mywhole body posture, but combined with the other unique feelings of mytucked genitals and the tight pull of the rollers on my hair, it didn’tseem out of place. I followed her gingerly downstairs to get somethingto eat.We spent the next hour in her kitchen, snacking on a tray of fruits,vegetables, and cheeses, while we sipped a glass of white wine. June wasso bubbly about all of this, it made me more relaxed. She emphasized howmuch she appreciated me doing this for Jeff, since it would keep himfrom lusting after some other woman. That theme had surfaced severaltimes as we had talked through the day, giving me the feeling that hiswomanizing ways had made her doubt her own self-worth andattractiveness. So I took special pains to compliment her on herappearance, sexiness and style. She didn’t quite seem to get how much Iwas drawn to her, as she constantly reflected my comments back to me;she assured me I would look spectacular once she had finished mytransformation. For example, she insisted I walk back and forth in theheels, while she gave me pointers on a sexy walk. June praised me forbeing such a quick study and said I had a naturally sexy twitch when Imoved in my heels. Not exactly what I was going for, but I did enjoy ourintimate conversations. The most embarrassing point was when I needed topee. The wine had worked its way through me and I excused myself to goto the bathroom. Of course, I had to sit on the toilet, and the way itfelt when I peed, was surprisingly natural. It only reinforced howfeminine I was becoming in both actions and image. Finally, it wasnearly two o’clock and she said it was time to get ready. With a fairamount of trepidation, I finished my wine and we went upstairs.The first step was for me to sit for about 10 minutes under her portablehair dryer. It finished drying my hair while June got ready to do mymakeup. Once she turned off the dryer, she had me sit at her vanity andbegan the process. I expressed my reservations again, and asked her ifwe could just do the minimum necessary. Her laugh, a lilting, teasingchuckle, told me that she would have none of that. For the next 30minutes, she worked her magic on me starting with foundation andfinishing with thick false eyelashes and glossy red lipstick. I couldsee the transformation in her mirror and was stunned both by how muchdetail she took with each step and how successful she was in crafting afemale appearance to my face. When she lightly stroked a shiny lip glosson my blood red lips, I wanted to cringe. I no longer looked like a manand could only imagine how Jeff would see me. Of course, June wasoverjoyed, telling me I was much cuter than she had ever hoped for. Withmy face done, she had me shed the robe and stand in front of her.Smiling she picked up some brownish red lip color.”Now Roger, you may have the cute little breasts that Jeff is seeking,but your nipples and areolas still look like a boys’. So I’m going touse a little lip stain to give you some more size and darker color.Although this is a stain, we need to let it dry a bit before we dressyou. But I assure you, Jeff will love your new look.”Using a narrow makeup brush, June carefully worked on each nipple. Withsmall strokes, she doubled the size of my areolas and made them muchdarker. When she had applied enough, she had me turn to look at my newboobs in the mirror. The effect was sobering; they now looked much morefeminine with this small step resulting in a big change in appearance.June had to compliment me and tease me a bit at how cute my boobs werewhile we waited for the stain to dry. Once she felt the color was set,she indicated it was time to put them in my first bra. June took a beigebra, trimmed in lace with sheer cups and fitted it around my chest. Asshe adjusted the shoulder straps and lifted my small boobs on top of thepush-up pads at the bottom of each cup, I blushed a bright red visibleeven through my new makeup. I was flabbergasted by how much cleavage shehad created and it was even worse, because my enhanced areolas werevisible through the sheer lace at the top of the bra cups. She wasbeside herself, telling me I had a killer body. It was hard to argue atthat point, as my chest was very prominent while my panties were smoothwith no sign of a cock. I was now regretting my decision to go alongwith this. Maybe it wasn’t too late to back out.”June, I’m having second thoughts about this. I mean, I didn’t expect tohave to go this far and you’ve done such a good job that I am nervousabout Jeff seeing me like this. How can he look at me as a man after hesees how feminine you have portrayed me? I thought I was just going tohave to wear a girl’s top or some sort of lingerie camisole, but you’vetotally redesigned my whole image. It feels unnatural to have mymanhood glued down as if it doesn’t exist and the way you’ve highlightedmy chest plays on my sensitivity about how it looks. Plus, I can’timagine that Susan thought you would take me this far. If she saw menow, I’m sure she would want me to stop as well. I’m sure she wouldn’twant her husband to look like a woman. I should have said more about myconcerns earlier, but I think it’s time I put my foot down.”I tried to look stern and determined as I finished, but I felt nothingbut fear of my upcoming humiliation. My insides felt like they werebeing squeezed, with stomach in knots and my chest compressed tightly. Iwas acutely aware of my cleavage and uplifted breasts as I breathed;they rose and fell with each breath which were now coming faster as Ibegan to get more and more nervous. It was even worse because you couldsee my enhanced nipples peeking through the lace. My cock seemed to becrying out for help, as it was pressed tightly against me, snuglytrapped between my legs, covered in silky nylon. I sensed it was not howI should look or be dressed. I had been so overcome by my desire tospend one-on-one time with June that I had overlooked how much I wassacrificing. Finally I had to look down at my hands, as I was getting soupset I was afraid I would cry. They were folded across my body, armspushing my padded breasts further forward. I had them resting at the topof my panty, the shiny red nails making my fingers look longer andthinner. I couldn’t help but see how my fingers were trembling, myresolve fading as I hoped that June would allow me to escape thistorment. I could sense her moving closer and glanced upward, my thicklashes partially shading my eyes as she looked at me. She took my handsin hers, lightly squeezing them as if to give me the strength to stopshaking. My lower lip quivered as I waited for her response.”Oh Roger, you are so adorable. I figured you might have doubts aboutthis as we got closer to making it real. But don’t worry, you lookfantastic, so sexy yet vulnerable and demure. Jeff will go crazy overyou. I mean, you’re like a virginal sex goddess. This will be more thanhe ever expected. As far as how he will see you in the future, I bethe’ll have a new found appreciation of your potential. I have to admit,he has always teased me about the fact that we dated and how you aren’tthe kind of man I needed. But I’m sure once he sees you as a beautiful,sexy woman, he’ll understand what I found appealing about you. Susanwill have the same reaction, too. Bet you didn’t know she had a hotlesbian fling with one of her sorority sisters when she was in college,did you? If she saw you like this, she’d eat you alive. I know she’sbragged to me before about how good you are with your lips and tongue. Iknow you were the best pussy licker I ever had and to be truthful, Imiss that tipobet güvenilir mi now, as Roger is not the kind of guy to do that for his women.So just try to relax, have fun and enjoy the moment. I guarantee onceJeff starts drooling over you, you’ll forget your worries and realizewhat you are capable of.”She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Earlier, I would havebeen thrilled to be this close to June, but looking down all I could seewas how her breasts were pushed up against mine, accentuating both ourcleavages. That was not how I wanted it. Plus rather than be reassuring,her little speech made my mind reel. Not only imagining Jeff ‘drooling’over me but the idea that my wife had a lesbian past. I thought I knewall her inner secrets. If she had gone that far, what else had she doneor was still doing that I didn’t have a clue about? At least this lastworry got my mind off my catwalk for Jeff. I had decided if I wentthrough with this, it would be a brief walk around so he could see meand then I would retreat and change back to my own attire. June had beenvery clear that I could stop at any point. So with that small plan inmind, I let her continue the last phases of my transformation.Getting fully dressed didn’t take much time. June gave me a pair offishnet thigh-hi stockings in a light beige with lace trim on theelastic at the top. She showed me how to bunch them up and slowly workthem up each leg. I had to admit the feel of the silky material on mynow smooth legs gave me a sexual rush. My cock twitched even as it washeld in place between my legs by the medical adhesive. The stockingswent almost to my panty, giving me a much longer leaner look. June hadme slip on the dress she had selected and helped me by zipping up theback. It was a simple sundress with spaghetti straps, triangular cupsfor the top, and a baby-doll style that extended just past the top of myhose. The cups covered my bra cups, but left the straps exposed andhighlighted the padded cleavage. It was a cream white, with eyeletdetails on the cups, around the hem, and under the bust. I was a bitsurprised at this choice because it was a relaxed style. With my dresson, she had me fastened my shoes, a pair of strappy high heel sandals ina nude color. Once I was fully dressed she had me walk around a bit andI could see that I looked quite feminine in the outfit and although itwas very short, the dress still kept my stocking tops covered most ofthe time.Now that I was dressed, June turned to styling my hair. She slowlyunwound each roller, letting the resulting softly curled hair bouncetoward my shoulders. With each one, I saw more and more how curling myhair would finalize the change of my overall image. Once she had thenall removed, she lightly tousled my hair with her fingers, separatingthe curls only a bit to make then a little looser. She also used a hairpick to position them, but she made it clear that my hair style would bevery curly. Satisfied that she had it the way she wanted, June used hairspray to help the curls maintain their shape. She was very excited, asJeff loved curly hair. I had to admit, looking at my image in themirror, I could see why she was excited. I had the look of a realfemale. Enough to make me resume my worries about how Jeff would thinkof me going forward. As my mind focused on my upcoming debut, she gaveme some jewelry accessories, including a necklace, bracelet, anklet andclip on earrings, all in a silver-rhinestone theme. The last piece ofjewelry made me blush again. It was a solitaire-style ring with a singlelarge rhinestone simulating a diamond. She slid it up my left ringfinger against my silver wedding band, giving me the appearance of amarried woman. Her final act was to spray me with perfume. I recognizedit right away as the perfume she used to wear when we dated and glancedup at her. June sensed my question.”Yes, I used to wear this for you, but now I only use it occasionally.Jeff calls it my ‘please fuck me’ perfume, because I use it to signalhim when I’m horny. He’ll flip when he smells it on you, as he will getthe impression that you want him. I’m making sure that we’ve pushed allhis buttons. He’ll think of you as all female in every way: sight,smell, sound, and touch. Just remember how women react with you, andmimic those moves and you’ll be fine. I know you look all girl to me.”With that she gave me a quick hug, then told me to go downstairs thatJeff would be here any minute. As I negotiated the stairs in my heels,my mind was numb. Her description of how I should approach him confirmedmy worst fears. The five minutes waiting for her to join me weretorture, as I was worried he would come in first. I felt the need forher presence to support me. Luckily, she came down and we went in to thekitchen, just as I heard his car pull into the garage. The sound of thegarage door sent my heart racing and I felt light-headed as if I weregoing to pass out. June sensed my nervousness and took my hands in hersand squeezed them.”Now just relax, you look wonderful. Jeff is going to be overwhelmed byyour appearance. I think once you see how taken he is with your newlook, that you’ll calm down and enjoy the experience. You’re lucky in away, because most guys never get to feel what a woman feels when she isnoticed by a man. I can guarantee that Jeff will make you feel totallybeautiful, sexy, and desirable. Remember to treat him with respect,answer his questions and do as he asks. Jeff is forceful, especially ifhe is attracted to you, but his demeanor is positive if he gets his way.That strength and confidence in a man, is what a lot of women look forin a guy and Jeff certainly will ease your sense of vulnerability withhis strength.”She finished with another hug and a light kiss on my cheek. Despite herassurances, I began to tremble and my head was still spinning. I knew Ino longer looked like a man. My masculine shortcomings and femininetendencies, like my flabby chest and longer hair, were emphasized somuch that I had to look like a total wuss to him. How could I have letJune talk me into this? Why had I agreed to sacrifice my masculinity,just to please Jeff? I mean, I didn’t even like the guy and had littlerespect for him because of how he treated June. I just wanted to curlup and die, but June was whispering in my ear that I was to wait inhere, until she called for me to join them in the living room. She leftto greet her husband as we heard him shut the door from the garage andmake his way into the house. Standing there alone, I resolved to neverallow this to happen again. I was going to walk out there, let him havehis looks, and then ask her to help me change back. I realized I hadgone too far down this path and I needed to stop it now. If I lingeredthis way, dressed like a needy girl seeking attention, then I may neverbe able to regain my male identity in front of him. I would get June topromise to never tell Susan the details of this and to never bring it uparound Jeff or her. As I built this wall of containment to convincemyself that this event would not change my future, I heard her tell meto come join them.With the sounds of my pounding heart echoing in my ears, I took my firststeps from the kitchen, concentrating on my short stride so I wouldn’twobble in my high heels. Beginning to turn the corner into the livingroom, I felt a sudden coolness swirl around the bottom of my skirt,chilling the small gap of bare skin between my panty and the lace top ofmy stockings. It felt like an omen of bad things ahead, but all I coulddo is reflexive pull down the hem of my dress, attempting in vain tomake it longer so my legs would not be so exposed. As I pulled I couldsee that motion unintentionally exposed more of my upper chest, giving ahint of the lace detailing on my bra cups. Focused as I was on myclothing, I barely noticed Jeff and June sitting on the couch. It wasonly when I heard the click and accompanying flash of the camera in hersmart phone did I really look at them. That was followed by several morephotos in quick succession, documenting my approach. June was perched onthe couch arm, close to Jeff who had sat down there. His grinning facesickened my stomach immediately, making me wish I were dead. June waslooking at her phone, glancing my way in between photos. I really beganto panic now.”June don’t take my picture. I want this to remain our secret. There’sno need for photos of this.””Don’t be silly, you look lovely. Besides, Susan’s been pestering me allday about how you look. We’ve been texting back and forth, and I’vegiven her lots of details to her questions but I delayed sending her aphoto until you were all done.””Yes don’t be shy, little one, you look great. I must admit I was rightto assume that June could take the raw material I saw in you and producea sexy vixen. Honey you’ve done a fantastic job with him. I wouldn’tthink he was anything but a woman if I didn’t know the truth. How’d youconvince him to go so far? I mean I just wanted to see what his littleboobs looked like, but you made him a regular sex doll. By the way, didyou give him a new name to fit his new look?””Yes, Susan suggested we use her old lover’s name, Roxanne. She felt itwould be appropriate for her hubby’s feminine alter ego since both ofthem loved to give oral. I have to admit, he looks a lot like her too ifmy memory serves me right. Both are blonde, small up top but sexy, withlong legs and a tight little ass. Did I meet your expectations withRoxie’s new image?””Oh more than that, he or maybe we should just say she, looks so realit’s unbelievable. I know she is cuter this way than before. But let’schill a bit, I could sure use a cold one. How about you bring us allsome drinks Roxanne? Then we can get to know each other better.”I was left speechless by the turn of events, as more and more I feltlike a trapped a****l. Finding out that Susan was involved so heavily inmy transformation was gut-wrenching, plus the level to which Jeff foundme attractive was terrifying. I could see the lust in his eyes as hespoke. I hurried back to the kitchen to get some drinks, happy for thisshort reprieve. June had told me that Jeff would want a drink, so I knewwhat beer to get and to pour white wine for her and myself. I reallywanted something stiffer than wine, but she had told me we wantedsomething lady-like to start with. I put the drinks on a mirrored trayand headed to the living room again. The break had been too short forsure, although I had moved as slow as possible. When I returned, Junehad sat in the chair next to the sofa, so I offered her the wine first,then gave Jeff his beer and took my wine as I put the tray on the endtable. I glanced around the room, but the only seat options were next toJeff on the couch, or far across the room at a small writing desk with astraight back chair. June could tell I didn’t want to sit next to Jeffso she spoke up.”Roxanne, why don’t you just stand in front of Jeff so he can take inyour whole image? The whole idea of this party was for you to show offyour cute figure to him and let him fully appreciate the hidden talentshe had noticed before. Do a slow twirl and then move closer to him.”I swallowed about half my glass of wine as she spoke. I had made up mymind to end this humiliation at this point and figured if I did as shesaid, it would make a good breaking point. I felt ridiculous, turningaround on the balls of my feet to complete my twirl and I’m sure my facewas a bright red as it felt warm to me. Once I was facing Jeff again, Ifelt this surge of fear wash across me. His eyes were intently focusedon my chest and glancing down I could see my rouged up nipples pokingthrough the sheer lace of my bra. I plunged ahead with my hasty plan andleaned forward just a bit, so he could get a good look. I figured thatwould meet all my obligations of my earlier promises.”There you go. I did as you wanted as a favor for June, but now thatyou’ve seen what you asked for, I think it is time to stop. Surely thissatisfied your desire to see my hair and body done up as a girl and Igave you all the looks, and more, that you told June about. So June,let’s go upstairs so I can start getting out of this stuff, okay? Yousaid whenever I was ready to let you know.”Just as I was finishing, I felt Jeff put his hand on my leg, running itup my stocking. I almost jumped as this was totally unexpected. I hadturned to look at June as I spoke as I figured my deal was with her. ButJeff’s action caused me to look back at him. His face had a sneer to it,making him look like a real life Snidely Whiplash. My heart was racingnow, as I was worried about whether he would allow me to leave and getchanged. I knew June did almost everything he asked, so I wasn’t sureshe would go along with my plan. The presence of his hand, lightlygripping my thigh, highlighted this fear. I was about to speak up when Iheard June giggle a bit.”Roxie, don’t be in such a hurry. You’ve not even let him see all yourpretty lingerie yet. When I told you that I would help you get changed,it was with the understanding that Jeff said it was okay. This party isreally for him, don’t you know. You’ve barely been with him at all. Whydon’t you sit down next to him, so you two can get better acquainted? Ithink once you relax, you’ll enjoy being a pretty girl.””Sit down here and relax. I promise I won’t bite, nibble maybe, but notbite.”June chuckled again at Jeff’s weak joke, but I could tell that Iwouldn’t get any support from her, and he wasn’t relinquishing his gripon my leg, so I nervously obeyed. I sat down, on the edge of the couch,trying to maintain some distance from him. Because my skirt was soshort, I ran my free hand over my rear and then held the hem when I satdown to be sure it covered as much of my legs as possible. I knew thismotion would make me look more feminine, but I felt I needed to do it.Once I was on the couch, Jeff easily slid his arm around my waist andpulled me closer toward him. His hand was wandering up and down my side,going from my hip to my enhanced bust. This made me really feel awkwardas it seemed so creepy to be felt this way by a man. I nervously took abig sip of wine, as I tried to calm myself. That seemed to catch Jeff’seye and he leaned in to whisper in my ear.”I like the way you swallow. I love girls that can handle a big loadwithout choking. I must admit, I didn’t think June could deliver youlike this. When I saw you the other day I just knew you had an innergirl that needed to come out. Now that you’ve released your feminineside, I’ll be sure to make your experience a full blown one.”As he finished, he took my ear lobe between his teeth and pulledslightly. The whole episode made my body shiver and his last moveprompted goosebumps over my exposed skin. I felt sick inside, as hisinsinuations as to my interest in being feminine struck to core of myself-worth. Ever since June had proposed this idea to me, I had worriedabout how I would be able to put it behind me. Now I knew Jeff wouldnever see me as a man again, and maybe June wouldn’t either. I justwanted to end this as quickly as possible. Despite how it might look toJeff, I took another big swig of wine, emptying my glass. Watching mefinish my drink, he followed suit and emptied his beer. Smiling thatevil grin, he handed me his empty bottle.”I think were both ready for a little more, don’t you Roxie? How aboutyou honey, you need a refill?””Sure, I can use some more. Why don’t you go back to the kitchen and getus all another drink Roxanne?”I obeyed June’s request and stood up to get more drinks. As I gatheredmy tray and the empties, she stood up and came over behind me. Grabbingthe zipper at the back of dress, she slowly pulled it down and leaned into whisper.”When you get to the kitchen, why don’t’ you go ahead and slip out ofthis? I think Jeff would love to see you in just your pretty lingerie.That way he can get a real taste of what you have to offer. I know heloves it when I anticipate his needs. I’m sure he will feel the sametowards you. Just remember, pleasing him is the goal tonight, okaysugar?”I should have known it would come to this, but her actions blindsidedme. I could only nod my head and go to the kitchen. I refilled the wineglasses and got Jeff another beer. I stood there a moment, feeling mylegs start to shake. The idea had seemed so innocent when June firsttalked to me about it. Just the thought of being near her all day, hadclouded my judgement and helped me avoid thinking about what I wasreally agreeing to do. But now, it was time. I slowly slipped the strapsoff my shoulders and let the dress fall around my feet. Stepping out ofit gingerly so my heels wouldn’t catch, I reached down and picked it up.I carefully folded it and put it on the table, taking my time so as todelay the inevitable. I felt a shiver run up my spine, both from thecoolness of being half naked and the fear of what Jeff would do. Iadjusted my panty slightly and tugged on my stockings, making minutechanges as if they would provide better cover for me. I finished bypulling up the cups of my bra to cover my nipples. I knew inside thatthe sheer fabric of my bra and panties would hide little and I wouldappear to be totally a woman. I had to reach between my legs to feel mycock, hoping it had somehow worked free of the adhesive so I couldposition it in front, as a sign of my masculinity. But it wassteadfastly attached, even as it had shrunk from the cool air and thefear of my impending show for Jeff making it retract as much as theadhesive would allow. It would be no help to me now. Taking a deepbreath and trying to steady myself, I turned and began the slow walk tothe living room. I focused on the tray, to be sure I didn’t spillanything and to take my mind off how I would appear to him. It seemedodd, but I walked smoothly now in my heels and noticed the soft soundsof my stockings rubbing against each other and the change in the soundof my stilettos as I moved from the tile floor of the kitchen to thecarpeted living room.I avoided looking at Jeff, although I could hear a hiss of breath fromhim as I came into the room. I went to June to give tipobet her the wine. Beforeshe had reached out for the glass, but this time she lay back forcing meto bend forward to get it to her. I knew instinctively that this actionwould push my ass out and give Jeff a bit of a show, but I saw no otherway. As I held the tray out for her, she moved her hands to my brarather than taking the drink. With a slight tug downward, sherepositioned it, so that my nipples were clearly visible through thelace trim. She winked at me and mouthed “Don’t be shy” before she tookher glass. Now that I had served her, I had no other choice but to turnand face Jeff. I walked to him and as with June, I reached the tray outto him. He too hesitated to take his beer off the tray. I could see hiseyes widen as he looked up and down my body. Jeff took a moment to stareat my breasts and then again at my crotch. I could only imagine what hewas thinking, but it had to be bad for me. Finally he reached out andplaced his hands on my hips, looking over at June. He smiled in thatcreepy way I had seen before and slowly ran his hands back around mypanties until he could caress my butt cheeks. He gave them a softsqueeze and then another. With a chuckle he looked up at me.”Well this is a sweet surprise. I knew you had a woman’s tits, but aplump woman’s ass as well is a nice bonus. Tell me Roxie, have youalways been this much of a girl, or did you come by it late in life? Youcertainly look sexy in these panties. I imagine now that you see how hotyou look, you will want to wear them more often.”I didn’t bother to answer his lewd question, as I could tell it was morerhetorical than real. I was becoming super annoyed at this point, so Ipushed the tray forward even more to try to force him to take his beerand remove his hands from my body. But he just looked up at me with thatsick grin. I could feel him move his hands back to the front of mypanties. He pulled out the front a bit, exposing my trimmed pubic hair.Looking down the front of my panty, he had a questioning look on hisface. Releasing the fabric, he used his right hand to trace over thepanty feeling the flat surface below my pubes and following the smoothcurve down until his hand rested between my legs. Jeff lightly strokedthe shaft of my penis, still held tight against my body by the adhesive.I shivered reflexively at this point, totally uncomfortable with hissexual advances. As my body twitched he grinned widely and looked at meeye to eye, while he continued to fondle me through the silky fabric ofmy panty.”Getting excited little girl? I know you girls pretend to be cool andnot as horny as men, but you really like it as much as we do. June youtold me he’d be small, but I had no idea he’d feel and look like a pussydown there. What’d you do, cut it off?””Oh Jeff, don’t be silly. He just wanted to really look the part. So hesuggested we tuck it away and it just took a tiny bit of glue to hold itall back. You like his new look?””Definitely, I mean he looks so fem already, this just makes sense. Sohow well does the glue work? I mean, how long will it hold?””It’s good until we use the solvent to release it. The adhesive is ahigh-grade medical brand that’s designed for extended applications.””That’s good, more or less permanent, or at least until she shows meotherwise. As I said before honey, you done a wonderful job with her.She looks and feels so real.”Jeff had moved two of his fingers even further back so they rubbedacross the top of my cock head. This was too much and I squeezed mythighs together tightly, so I trapped his hand in place. Jeff grinnedagain and looked up at me as he wiggled his fingers.”Am I making your pussy hot little girl? Don’t worry, I’ll take care ofyou. I bet you’re getting wet too, huh?”As he spoke he freed his hand from the pressure of my thighs andcontinued to push back. I was mortified by his brazen actions and words.But what was even worse, was that I knew how I had reacted to his touch.Despite my embarrassment at being displayed to a man as a woman, themere stroking of my cock had caused a natural reaction. I had beenaroused all day by my interactions with June. Seeing her body, feelingher touch, and imagining what could have been, these had all kept mycock hard, or at least aroused even after she glued me down. So thesensual movement of Jeff’s hand on my penis had caused it to leak thepre-cum that had been just inside. To me it was a natural response, as Ihad been doing it all day with June, but now as his fingers found thewet spot in my panties, it looked like I was indeed turned on by him andhis fondling.”Just like I thought, you love being a girl don’t you? I can tell youlove showing off and really want to please me don’t you? Otherwise, yourpussy wouldn’t be dripping wet when I touched you.”Now I was getting mad. He was cocky and seemed to have no sense ofdecency about touching me in such a personal area. I had been scared andembarrassed by his attention, but this triggered a defensive responsefrom me, unfortunately I tripped over my words when I tried to set himstraight.”Jeff stop that. My pussy is not wet because of you. I mean, my cock isnot wet. Aggh, whatever, I’ve just been leaking because it’s been such astressful day. I’ve just dressed this way because June asked me tohelp. Having your hand down there is not acceptable and I want you tostop. I agreed to let you have your looks, but not to be manhandled.”I had tried to be firm and forceful, but when I realized I said pussy,my voice cracked and I trembled a bit. I was more mortified now thanbefore I spoke up. Partly, because as soon as I stumbled over my words,Jeff laughed and began to pinch my cock head harder. That made it evenworse because a little more pre-com leaked out as he did so. My pantywas so wet you could actually hear his fingers squish as he rubbed me.Continuing to laugh, Jeff removed his hand from between my legs andfinally reached for the bottle on the tray, taking a quick slug of beer.As he finished he put it on the side table and looked up at me.”Whatever, cock, pussy, I guess there all the same when you’re builtlike that. I love it. Roxie you are so cute, you’re driving me crazy.But don’t worry I’ll respect you and realize that no means no. Just letme get a closer look at those Grade-A tits of yours. Take your drink andput down that tray.”I did as he asked, grateful to have his hand off my cock, grabbing mywine glass and placing the tray on the couch. I was still shaking andmad. Mad at myself for flubbing my response to his groping and for evenagreeing to this whole thing in the first place. Mad at him for being sodamn smug and condescending. It irked me to no end the way he felt hecould just touch me anywhere he wanted. Even now, just the presence ofhis left hand on my hip felt unnatural. I have never been interested inmen and now, despite being dressed like a woman, my desire remainedfocused on women, like June and Susan. Jeff was just an annoyance,highlighted by how vulnerable I felt being dressed only in girls’underwear. I was ready to get this over with and change out of thishumiliating outfit. I noticed when I moved to place the tray on thecouch that Jeff shifted slightly, so his legs were together and centeredbetween mine. As I reached to place the tray and began to stand upstraight, I felt his hand shift toward my ass while he moved his otherone up so he could cup my left breast. I was now steaming mad; he wascontinuing to fondle me in the most inappropriate places and I needed tostop it.But just as I was about to say something, he swiftly pulled my bra strapoff my shoulder, exposing my nipple. His eyes were focused on it, but hesmoothly pulled the strap forward while at the same time he pushed myass with his other hand. Those motions put me off balance and I began totopple forward. Aware that I had a glass of wine in one hand, I focusedon keeping it steady so I wouldn’t spill it on June’s couch. At the sametime I glanced quickly down and realized I could place my knees on thecouch to steady myself. Unfortunately that put Jeff squarely between myspread legs and let him lean forward to take my exposed breast into hismouth, which he did. I was trapped with his hand holding my ass inplace, his lips sucking my breast into his mouth, and my kneesprecariously balanced on the couch, leaving only the toes of my highheels touching the floor. I gasped as soon as I felt Jeff’s mouth on mybreast, which turned into a squeal when he lightly bit my nipple andsucked hard on it. I felt like I had touched an electric wire, as thefeel of his mouth on my breast shocked me throughout. I was also trappedas I was off-balance but held teetering in place by his teeth lightlygrasping my hard nipple.”Oh Jeff, what are you doing? I thought you understood I was just forshow. Please stop.”My plea, in a high octave expressed between an even higher pitchedsqueal and a breathy gasp, only caused him to chuckle lightly withouteven releasing my nipple from the grip of his teeth. But he did move hisother hand, sliding over my cheek, down the crack until he once againfound the head of my trapped cock. Other than my shocked gasps, theloudest sounds were the suckling noises he made as he tasted my breastand the squishy noise of his thumb rubbing across my panty to stroke mycock. He had placed his right hand on my waist so as to maximize controlof my body. I was limited in my defense to placing my free hand on hisshoulder in a pitiful attempt to push him off me. Behind me I could hearJune giggling. I must have made an embarrassing sight, since I straddledacross her husband as he devoured me. My face was blazing hot from thehumiliation of being in this position and I couldn’t imagine anythingworse. Until I heard the doorbell ring. I glanced over my shoulder infear, which escalated as June called out that the door was unlocked andto come on in. I was panicking now, as the only thing worse than theposition I found myself in, was to have to face another person. Ofcourse, Jeff never wavered, but kept sucking my boob, and feeling mycrotch while he tightened his grip on my waist. I heard the steps ofsomeone enter the house, and close the door. I made another pitifulattempt to push Jeff away, but he remained focused. As the steps drewcloser, my heartbeat raced and I glanced over that way again, trying tofigure out how to escape and find somewhere to hide. But it was toolate, the visitor came into the room. I about had a heart attack. It wasmy wife.”Oh my gosh, Susan, this is not what it looks like. Please believe methis is not my fault or what I wanted. Thank goodness you are here tohelp me. I can’t get him to stop.”She didn’t respond, but stood and stared. The only sounds were thesquish of Jeff’s fingers in my wet crotch and the slurp from his kisseson my boob. I finally had enough and took my free hand to push his faceoff my chest and then grab his hand to pull it away from me.”Jeff, just stop. Leave me alone. I’m not just a plaything, plus I’mmarried for goodness sake.”Having reclaimed my body, I turned toward my wife again to try to makeher understand. I carefully readjusted my bra, pulling up the strap somy small breast was nestled in the cup, with the lace trim once againpartially covering my wet nipple. I also tugged down on the rear of mypanty, trying to free the fabric wedged between my cheeks by Jeff’sfingers. The moves were both clearly feminine, as was the last one whereI pushed back my curled locks from where they had fallen across my eyes.I was scared to death to have Susan see me this way, blushing both fromembarrassment at how I looked and from how forward Jeff had been. Iwanted to tell her how this day had gone so wrong, but I couldn’t figureout where to start. Just when I was ready to speak, she beat me to it.”Well Roxie this is just wonderful. It certainly looks clear to mewhat’s going on. I mean you seem to be sitting all over my best friend’shusband, letting him have his way with you. Not to mention, how cuteyou’re dressed. Seems you’ve really embraced this role. I mean it lookslike you’re shaved all over, you hair is curled into a pretty hairdowhich goes perfectly with your new made-up face, and you’re practicallynude in those tiny panties and pushup bra. How could I not expect Jeffto find you so desirable? Plus if I’m not mistaken, it sounded like youwere dripping wet between your legs as well. You’re not going to tellme, that you aren’t enjoying his attention now are you? But don’t worry,I know how persuasive Jeff can be and I understand how a hot little slutlike you would be eager to experience all he has to offer. I know Icertainly did. Well June, you were right about Roger. He seemed to haveembraced his new persona as Roxanne eagerly. She just looks perfect andso adorable. When I walked in I was afraid I was too late and the partyhad started without me.”Her laugher rang out as she quickly hugged June and then to myamazement, kissed her before leaning in to kiss Jeff. He was grinninglike a madman as they broke their kiss. Susan turned without hesitationand gave me a hot kiss, our lipsticks sliding smoothly against eachother, as her tongue plunged into my mouth. I was totally confused now,my head spinning from what was going on. As we kissed, she lightlygrabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it softly, moving her fingers totweak the nipple before releasing it. Finally she broke off the kiss andlooked down, as if mystified. She hesitantly ran her hand down the frontof my panty, obviously seeking the cock that should be there. Moving herhand down until she lightly grasped the shaft of my cock, she smiled andturned toward June.”June you are a magician. Roxanne looks so believable. It’s like you’veturned my meek little boy of a husband into my dream lesbian partner.You told me that he would be realistic and he is. I just can’t wait tohave my way with him at home, now that his real identity has beenexposed. But first, I want Jeff to finish what he has started. If Roxieis going to be all girl from now on, then she needs to know what a man’scock feels like. We both know Jeff can deliver that and more.”She turned back to me, while she put her hand further back between mylegs. Slowly she began to stroke my cock head, the light sounds of thewetness apparent to everyone. Smiling, she leaned down as she took herother hand to pull down my bra freeing the other boob. Kissing it andthen lightly sucking the nipple, she assumed the assault on me that Jeffhad started. This allowed him to unzip his pants and slide them downslightly exposing his tented briefs. I was focused on Susan’s actionsbut out of the corner of my eye, saw what Jeff was doing. I began topanic now, which turned into full blown terror, once Susan stopped andstepped back so that I was face to face with Jeff again. I glanced downand involuntarily inhaled – he looked huge down there. I was stilltrying to understand what all was happening to me, particularly the factthat Susan seemed to be so pleased by my appearance and her suggestionthat she had been with June and Jeff before. The confusion must havebeen apparent on my face, as June stood up and came to join our closecircle. She slid her romper off her shoulders, freeing her large bouncybreasts that had captivated me for so long. While my eyes were nowfocused on her, Susan took the glass of wine from my hand and moved itso I could hold one of June’s boobs.”Go on Roxanne, I know you’ve wanted these for a long time. June and Idecided that it was time to bring you in on our fun. Jeff had lusted foryou and wanted to make you part of his harem. So, when you eagerlyagreed to June’s request that you dress up for him, then we knew it wastime. You see, June and I have shared each other ever since college; Ijust have a fondness for the female form. Since Jeff is always so horny,it was natural that we eventually included him in our lovemaking. Once Iwas properly fucked by his large cock, I knew I didn’t need your littleone that way anymore. What I did want from you, is your marvelouslesbian kisses on my body. I just wanted to have you look more like myold college flame. That fit perfectly with Jeff’s desire to have you ashis A-cup alternative. So this is just the start of a new life. From nowon, you will assume the role that suits you best; your looks will matchyour real persona. Plus you can now please June like you do me, sinceJeff prefers to fuck rather than suck pussy. I’m sure once you’ve seenwhat he can do, that you’ll realize that looks aren’t what makes a man,but in your case, looks are what makes a girl.”I glanced at both women totally stunned by what was happening. Thenrealizing I had little choice I looked down at Jeff, his large cock laythere slowly getting hard right before my eyes. I couldn’t believe howbig and menacing it appeared. I knew my cock looked nothing like thisand despite hearing that my wife had been fucked by it, I was moreworried about what it meant for me. June obviously saw my fears andleaned to my ear, her bare breast resting on my shoulder.”Go ahead and hold it. Once you feel it you’ll want to do more. It’s onething that’s actually bigger than it looks.”I was shaking now, but knew what I had to do. As I looked again towardhis huge cock, I saw my reflection in the small mirrored tray on thecouch. What I saw made me realize that I was becoming just like I lookedlike, my face, hair and body looked totally female. Closing my eyes, mynew image swirled in my brain reinforcing that my looks were now rightfor who I would be. The idea that I would be able to lick, kiss, andtaste Susan’s lovely pussy again made me feel warm inside. Seeing howthe women had kissed, also made my trapped cock twitch with lust. Icould already imagine lying in bed with both of them, alternating mykisses between each pussy. All I had to do now, was take the leap withJeff. Opening my eyes, I gazed at it again as it jutted upward,twitching in the air as it waited for my touch. Being honest withmyself, I had to admit his cock looked magnificent, representingmasculinity far better than my little one did. With my mind made up, Iopened my mouth, ran my tongue over my lips tasting the lipstick andpreparing them to be stretched out by his size, and reached out to grabonto it. As my small hands with their red polished nails, wrapped aroundhis cock, I could see how my looks now matched my true self and I wasready to begin my new life.

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iCarly: iCan’t Do This – Chapter 4

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iCarly: iCan’t Do This – Chapter 4iCarly: iCan’t Do This – Chapter 4: In TwoI walk around Seattle until it gets dark, until the air starts to get chilly and make me shiver. I feel like a tenderised steak. And a jerk. Carly was just trying to help me, but I couldn’t tell her that it was her causing the problem. And it wasn’t really her I know, it was me… the way I felt about her. But I couldn’t help it. Why couldn’t she have been like everyone else… afraid of me, disdainful of me? Why did she have to keep thinking there was something special in me? Why did she have to make me feel like I was worth something? It only made it harder when I realised I wasn’t – when I did stupid shit like this. I kicked at an empty can on the sidewalk, sending it skittering over the pavement.I shoved my hands deep in the pockets of my hoodie, my body aching. Why couldn’t I just be normal? Why couldn’t I stop doing these things? These things that hurt Carly, and hurt me. Why did I have to push everyone away?I stop, realising I’m outside my building. I head up wearily, trudging up the flights of stairs. I pause when I reach my door. I always have to psyche myself up before I go in, because every time I enter, something bad happens. And I’m so tired of all this bullshit. I just wanna go to sleep and forget.I open the door, slipping inside. canlı kaçak iddaa Mom’s passed out on the couch, empty bottles surrounding her. The smell of beer hits me and I feel my bruised stomach turn. She’s fucking disgusting. And it makes me sick that I’m just like her. I can’t deal with the problems in my life either. I just wish I wasn’t one of her problems. I wish she said my name the way she says Melanie’s.I sigh, starting to pick up some of the bottles. “Well, if it isn’t little Sammie.”Fuck. It’s Mom’s slime-bag boyfriend of the week, Steve. Every time he looks at me I feel like I need a shower, like his eyes are cockroaches crawling over me. I drop the bottles and head for my room. He’s there standing in the hall, like some big, sweaty, drunk bear.”Can you move? Or are you too drunk?” I say sweetly. “Pfft. Why am I even asking?” I say, rolling my eyes and trying to inch past him. He puts his hand out clumsily, pushing me into the wall.”You little slut. You don’t fucking talk to me like that.” His eyes are unfocused and bleary and I slap his hand off, feeling disgusted.”Don’t fucking touch me.” I spit, sneering at him.He slaps me hard, the back of his hand hitting my cheek. My head jerks sharply, my vision reeling. I stamp hard on his foot and make a break for it, wincing as my abdomen screams at me. perabet giriş He manages to grab hold of my arm and slam me into the wall. I sob at the impact, a wave of pain sweeping over me and I struggle to suck in a breath. He hits me again, and I taste blood.Everything’s swimming and blurry, and all I can focus on is the agony coming from my abdomen. And then my face is pressed up against the wall, the torn wallpaper scratching my face. And his hand is fumbling at the front of my shorts, tugging them open, pressing hard against my bruised stomach. I try to focus my eyes, shaking my head.I feel a spike of panic and he f0rces my shorts down, cold air hitting my legs. I jerk my elbow back, feeling it sink deep into something soft and fleshy and he grunts. I push back off the wall and try to run, wondering why the fuck I had to keep picking fights when I couldn’t win. Steve grabs my hair and throws me into the wall again, jarring my arm and shoulder. He punches me hard in the stomach and I double up, my vision going white and tears stinging my eyes.He pushes me against the wall again, and I sob as he straightens me up, stretching out my stomach muscles. My breath is coming in little gasps that tear at me, and I feel dizzy and faint, my limbs shivering. He kicks my feet apart, yanking my boxer shorts perabet güvenilir mi down, and I struggle weakly, trying to focus. I hear him fumbling with his belt behind me, his hand levered on the back of my neck and my brain’s screaming at me to run but my body isn’t listening. And then he’s pushing himself inside me, thrusting in hard with a grunt.And I scream, muffled by the wall and blood in my mouth. It feels like I’m being split in two and I sob, feeling something hot trickling down my leg. He’s pushing my pelvis into the wall with every thrust, tearing me a little more each time. Hot tears spill out of my eyes, and I feel like he’s fucking me in the heart, tearing it in two. I bite down hard on my tongue as he pulls out, more of the hot liquid spilling down my leg.”Fucking slut got blood on me.” I hear him spit and walk away, and I make a dash for my room, barely able to walk. I deadbolt the door and collapse against it, sobbing. I feel broken. I feel like he broke something inside me, something I needed to live. I clean up the blood from between my legs as best I can and curl up on my bed, shivering and aching. I can’t stop shaking, and my eyes keep darting to the door, waiting for him to come back. I push myself up, gasping at the throb of pain that runs through me.I have to get out of here. I can’t stay here. I climb out my window, shimmying down the fire escape with difficulty. There’s only one place I could ever go. And I’m running on autopilot, but I keep telling myself everything will be better when I get there.It has to be.It… just… has… to… be.

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That One Muslim Woman

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That One Muslim WomanMadina was a unique Muslim woman; unique in her bravery to wear clothes that provide a spectacle/show her long-hidden treasures. Years of covering up emboldened her to give the world a good ass show with short skirts with back slits (above the knees, barely the length to cover her ample ass that she had to force through some clothes in order to get dressed) and nylons to cover her juicy legs alongside her tight black hijab. She loved the male attention at her job as a bank teller where she would walk in an inviting manner, clicking her high heels as her curves hypnotized onlookers while her nylon-clad legs craved hugs, kisses and admiring rubs from her thick thighs right to her feet. She is desirable and she knows it very well. She knew that every guy would kill himself to get in her silk black underwear (that she was also keen on showing; dropping something as she strutted around with a flirty “oops!”) and give her plump backside a good impaling to make her scream and cry for more. Unfortunately for Madina, her bravery was her only strength since she could not do anything right and instead, make her co-workers help in exchange for the privilege to touch her; making her the libertine Muslim goddess in the eye of her orbiters. One evening as she was getting ready to leave for the day, Madina got caught by one of her güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri co-workers who just got done with a favor; she completely forgot about him so he decided to make the first move on his goddess. “Madina, I have finished the task; about our arrangement.” the orbiter stammered nervously, catching the hijabi beauty off-guard. “Oh yes!” she answered with a hypnotizing metronome in her sweet voice, taking off her coat to reveal pure eye-candy; a tight white transparent top that showed her black bra; her nipples practically ripping through; long black satin gloves that almost doubled as sleeves; all this punctuated by a long black leather skirt with a side thigh-slit; giving a good view of her underwear and shiny high-heeled shoes. The orbiter was at loss for words, Madina touched him on the cheek and whispered, “What do you think?” He fell to his knees and hugged her nylon-clad voluptuous legs, kissing them and breathing heavily in the process. She stroke him gently, running her smooth hand through his hair; renewing her insurance policy for the work to come; loving every minute of her orbiter’s worship and admiration. Madina closed her eyes as her worshipper’s tongue stepped up to appreciate glorify her winsomeness, never seen before by the male gaze of the city, the gorgeous woman opened her eyes mobilbahis and in an alluring voice, ended the mass; “OK, that’s enough for you.” she purred moving her leg away. Her orbiter’s mood suddenly shifted to depressed as he slowly got up and reluctantly waddled away, still looking at his goddess who, unfortunately for him was about to show her dark side. The Muslim woman got up and called to the orbiter, “Wait, I want you to stay; you have to see this.” she didn’t have to wait as he was back and on his knees, however, he was not alone as another man was in the room a moment later. He approached Madina and without any ceremonies, he grabbed her delicious ass and pulled her in. “Oohhh, I like that!” she purred as the man started to assault her neck with aggressive kisses and bites, causing the goddess to breathe heavily and in heavy arousal, feel her erect nipples. The man released her ass and with both hands, ripped her top to pieces and mauled her huge tits, Madina pushed him away in fake anger, the man slapped her across the face and ripping open her skirt, he impaled her from the front, making her scream in pleasure. His cock, aided by his desire ripped through her panties and was pumping viciously. “Hook yourself, whore!” the man growled as Madina put his finger in her mouth, hyperventilating from the forceful mobilbahis giriş fucking she was getting.The stud pulled out with no consideration for the fallen goddess who was in tears of pain and pleasure, whimpering and begging “Please take my ass, pleeeeeassseee!!!” she wailed, thinking of her destroyed frontal hole. He picked her up, turned her around and raising what was her skirt, stabbed her virgin hole like he was trying to kill her, Madina was crying by now, she didn’t know how to react to the paroxysms of pleasure she was getting; fucked in front of her worshipper whom she would not give the time of day had he not helped her out; she was really enjoying it. The stud grabbed handfuls of her huge ass and using them as handles; forced himself deeper. “Oooowwwwww, you’re in my gut!” she cried, shaking her money maker, “I want your big cock to come out of my mouth!!!” As the stranger kept hammering the insatiable exotic beauty, the orbiter was in the corner, nursing his erect cock that in comparison, was like a baby’s; he was jerking off to his goddess getting used like a common whore and enjoying it.Pulling out of her, the bewildered and spent man holstered his big schlong and taking off his belt, he unleashed a series of strikes on Madina’s most prized treasure, she screamed and twisted like a snake on a frying pan; turned on by rough treatment, she said with her final breath. “I love you.” The man rained kisses on the bruises he left, rubbing them lovingly to make the girl feel better. The hijabi goddess, filled with cum from both holes, collapsed on the floor, leaking her juices on the carpet.

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Schwules Internat 09-10

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Schwules Internat 09-10Offensichtlich ist mein Post vom 05.01. nicht auf die Hauptseite hochgeladen worden, daher jetzt noch einmal.„Kannst Du nicht, denn Du hast morgen wieder Unterricht, da musst Du fit sein.“Murrend stimmte er zu.Ich ging zurück zu meiner Wohnung und hörte, dass eine SMS angekommen war.Erol hatte geschrieben >hier tut sich einiges ich werde Dir später berichtenMorgen werden wir durch den Tunnel gehen, unsere Fahrzeuge, die in Paralimini stehen, bereitmachen und unsere Waffen aus dem Lager holen. Dann werden wir ein Lager überfallen in dem lauter schwule Jungen leben sollen und sie alle töten, das was die machen ist doch gegen Allahs Willen, obwohl das was ich gerade spüre himmlisch ist, so geil hat mich noch keine Frau gemacht, vielleicht ist das doch nicht gegen das Gesetz Allahs. Aber egal Auftrag ist Auftrag.Onkel<. Eigentlich hatte ich keine Lust mehr den jungen Mann zum Abschuss zu bringen. Brachte es aber nicht übers Herz, so kurz vor seinem Orgasmus aufzuhören. Deshalb riss ich die Unterhose runter, fasste seinen pulsierenden Zauberstab und fing kräftig an zu rubbeln. Es dauerte nicht lange und er heulte auf, sein Sack zog sich zusammen und er spritzte Unmengen Männersaft durch die Gegend. Mit seiner Unterhose wischte ich die Sahne weg und wollte ihn eigentlich wieder anziehen. Aber durch diese Aktion war ich so aufgegeilt, dass ich Lust verspürte meinen steifen sabbernden Pint in seinem Hintern zu versenken. Schnell war ich aus meiner Hose gestiegen und drehte den halb weggetretenen Kerl auf die Seite und legte mich dahinter. Mit meinem Vorsaft schmierte ich seine, Allah sei Dank saubere, Rosette ein, setzte meinen Stecher an und stieß langsam nach vorne.„Was machst Du?“ lallte er „das ist schön.“Das hatte ich gemerkt, denn ich hatte seine schon wieder steife Latte in der Hand.„Es kommt mir gleich noch einmal“ murmelte er willenlos.Mit kräftigen Stößen rammte ich ihm mein Teil in den Darm und kam schnell zu einem berauschenden Orgasmus. Ich entleerte meinen Sackinhalt mit etlichen Schüben in seinen Darm. Ich war noch nicht ganz fertig, da spritzte er auch noch einmal ab.Als ich meinen Schwanz aus ihm gezogen hatte und ihn umdrehte sah ich, dass er eingeschlafen war.Mühsam zog ich ihn wieder an güvenilir casino und ließ ihn in der warmen Nacht unter den Büschen liegen. Wenn er am nächsten Morgen aufwacht, würde er sich an nicht viel erinnern können und wenn doch, würde er es niemandem erzählen. Zurück in meinem Zimmer saß Akim schon auf unserem Bett. Er sah mitgenommen aus. „Was ist los? Du siehst so abgekämpft aus.“„Du aber auch“ sagte Akim „ich hab den besoffenen Kerl fertig gemacht und dabei ausgehorcht. Danach konnte ich nicht an mich halten und hab ihn gefickt und bin dabei heftig gekommen. Danach ist er eingeschlafen. Ich hab ihn wieder angezogen und liegen lassen.“„War bei mir ähnlich.“Wir tauschten unsere Erkenntnisse aus und stellten fest, dass beide das gleiche erzählt hatten. Wir beschlossen unsere Erkenntnisse an Peter zu schicken, aber erst morgenfrüh, jetzt waren wir zu müde, kuschelten uns aneinander und schliefen bald ein.Am nächsten Morgen mussten wir den Leuten das Frühstück servieren. Es waren alle anwesend. Unsere beiden >Sexpartner< schauten und fragend an, sagten aber nichts und wir hielten auch die Klappe.Nach dem Frühstück wollten die beiden mit uns sprechen, hatten aber keine Zeit mehr dazu, weil zum Aufbruch gerufen wurde.Akim und ich zogen uns erleichtert zurück und verfassten eine längere SMS an Peter.Zurück im Lager.Abend hatte ich die Nachtwache bei David übernommen. Die halbe Nacht ist David über die Treppen und den Hof gehüpft. Am frühen Morgen war er der Meinung „ich glaube es dauert nicht mehr lange, bis alles raus kommt. Es brennt ziemlich schmerzhaft in der Harnröhre. Ich gab ihm noch einmal ein Schmerzmittel und schaltete das Ultraschallgerät ein. Mittlerweile wusste ich ja wonach ich schauen musste. Nach ein paar Fehlversuchen sah ich den Knoten mit dem Gries.Da hatte ich eine Idee. Als ich damals Nierengries hatte hat es auch geholfen.„David vertraust Du mir?“ wollte ich wissen.„Ja, aber was hast Du vor?“„Wirst'e gleich sehen“ gab ich als Antwort, dabei holte ich aus dem Medizinschrank das Urinsieb in dem die Steine aufgefangen werden sollten.Damit ging ich zu David, zog ihm die Decke vom Körper und zog ihm die Hose aus.Freue mich über Kommentare, Anregungen und auch sachliche Kritik.

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Making the MILF List . P01We were five regular guys who did not specialize in introspection or self-examination till one day we were sitting around after classes were over for the week just being bored. Going to the local community college and living at home meant several things. We had to get good grades, none of us worked regularly and our parents paid for everything which meant we were broke all the time and had no fun. None of us were getting laid or getting close and we all blamed the fact that we were living with the ‘rents. We had addressed the several professors who we deemed ‘fuckable’ when I may have crossed the line. “My mom is hot enough to fuck.” I said into the silence that followed the last comment about Ms. Arkum’s beautiful ass. Another silence followed. I expected someone to chime in volunteering to fuck her for me. What followed surprised me. “My mom is definitely hot enough to fuck.” Brent said. “My mom is absolutely hot enough to fuck.” Sammy chimed in. “My mom is certainly hot enough to fuck.” Chris said. “My mom is hot enough to fuck.” Landon said softly. “And I am sure she is fucking around on the old man.” This silence was long and thoughtful, not something me and my buddies were particularly skilled at or accustomed to experiencing. It felt weird, strange to just be sitting there thinking about our five mothers and how fuckable they each were. That was when it struck me, so obvious I was nearly breathless that none of us had noticed it before. “We all have MILF’s for mothers.” I said. “We should fuck them.” Landon said, like he was not talking about his own mom. Now this conversation had been preceded by a fairly in depth bitch session about our parents, particularly our mothers. Landon was the leader, that is to say, the guy who always came up with the ideas the rest of us would agree to. The rest of us always argued and felt competitive but Landon was the richest of us, the best looking, the most popular and had the highest expectations of life. So certain of life’s willingness to give him something wonderful, he was not in any hurry to get involved with that process. It was a sure thing for him, so why rush it? His favorite saying was that you don’t own stuff, your stuff owns you. He was right. Get a car, you had to take care of it or it tipped people off you were a lazy slob or inept or just worthless. Anything you owned took away your time. We had long discussed the advisability of having girlfriends and how they demanded time, attention and money. Landon had had the most experience but the rest of us had all found ourselves sitting with this group of guys bemoaning the hassle of enlisting pussy and how we put our dick in and ended up with no balls. For a while it always seemed like a fair trade. But eventually and with all of us, it got boring and painful and we’d break it off. A couple girls had fucked us all and then danced away looking for another hobby. It all left us both horny and cynical. But Landon’s suggestion was met with silence and we all sat still thinking about one or the other of our collective moms and how we would like to fuck her. My favorite was Sammy’s. Sammy was a black guy, or African-American if you want to be politically correct, if that is still correct. I cannot keep up and Sammy did not care. We were friends. But his mother was black and beautiful. She was maybe forty with great big breasts which she liked to display but with a narrow waist which made both breasts and her perfect ass look huge. I am certain that when we were congregating at her house and she knew were coming, to play poker or watch football or the NCAA tournament or something, she would pick out something stunning to see who got wood when she walked in the room and had to pull a pillow or a coat over their lap. I certainly had. She had big lips and a great smile and always seemed happy to see us when we showed up to clean out the fridge. Come to think of it, all our mother’s seemed happy to see us. “I am serious. My mom is getting laid by some pool boy. She can be had.” “Landon, sounds like you are pissed off at her.” Brent said, the smartest of us all. Landon snorted, a real snort, like a pig makes. “I am so pissed off at her. She has railed at the old man for boffing this bitch or that bitch and I always sided with her, got pissed at him without even knowing if he was fucking his personal assistant or the receptionist or the cunt du jour at his office that Mom decided to dislike. Then I find her with her legs in the air giving it up for some dude that came by to clean the pool!” “Really? You saw your mom getting fucked?” Chris asked. Chris was blond and the girls thought he was cute but he was shy, tending to be passive and easily manipulated. Landon had fucked several girls just to bring them down a notch after they fucked up Chris’ head. He would fall in love and the chick would be laughing it up behind his back while she was blowing the basketball team or something and getting expensive gifts and nice dinners from Chris. Landon hated that. Landon was a straight shooter even though he knew all the angles. He had a strong sense of what should and should not be done. Apparently fucking one’s mother had changed sides of the list for him recently. Landon glared at Chris but for once Chris had not backed down. Finally, canlı bahis Landon nodded. “She fucked a Hispanic guy cut like a body builder. She screamed like a banshee that she was coming while he pounded her on the kitchen table.””I bet that changes what you think about when you eat lunch.” Sammy said, chortling. Landon glared at him but with a little smile. “I watched my mom fuck someone, one time.” Chris said. He looked around, sort of waiting for someone else speak. I was amazed no one pressed for details but we were in delicate territory and I guess we all knew it. “She fucked my uncle.” Chris said and looked at his lap. Then he looked up at Landon. “Did you get wood while she was fucking?” Chris asked. Then he said as an afterthought, maybe to let Landon know he was not waiting to pounce, point and laugh. “I did. Shit I came all over myself.” I could see why. Chris’s mom was hot but we have established that they all were. But now we had crossed the Rubicon of discussing if they put out which ignored the no man’s land where we imagined these women we all knew and loved naked or dressed in our favorite fantasy outfits. We skipped all that and went right to dreaming of them on their backs and calling for more cock. Mrs. Wills was a shiny thing with great tits. Come to think of it all five moms had great tits. I filed that away. I liked no, loved tits. “Yeah. I came, like a million dollar stallion.” Landon said. He looked around. “Anyone else seen their mom fucking someone?””Wait.” I said. “Chris, you said your uncle? Which uncle? Does your dad have a brother?” For a long time Chris did not even look up. I chewed my toes for a while, waiting and wishing I had kept quiet for once in my life but that has never been my thing. My foot was firmly and deeply stuck in my big mouth. When we needed someone to go talk to someone we did not want to talk to, regardless of the reason, I always went. They sent me, pushing me to go meet the new hot girl and get shot down in front of everyone or to get her phone number. I usually got shot down. Or go speak to the new teacher or professor with the fine ass with some made up inquiry just to get her to turn around to talk to me so they could examine the dimensions and specific degree of fineness her ass had. Or to talk to the police and assure them none of us owned or had access to a car and it was not beer we were pouring into the bushes at the park. I always had my mouth open and the girls knew that. They liked to silence me so whenever I got their panties off, they were always trying to sit on my face to shut me up. I had to learn to eat pussy or I would have suffocated. “My dad is an only c***d.” Chris said finally. “Holy fuck! You mean your mother fucked her brother?””Brothers. I caught her fucking both of them, not at once, not just once. It is sort of a thing.” Chris said. “Does she know? Did she catch you catching her?” Brent said intensely. Chris nodded. He half smiled. “I have pictures.”Brent snapped his fingers. “That’s two.” “What do you mean, ‘two’?” Landon asked. “Two of our mothers we can certainly fuck.” “What do you mean ‘we’, Brent?” Landon asked .”Hey, you suggested it. I am just thinking about how we do this. Unless we fuck them all, we cannot fuck any of them. Are you going to happy knowing I fucked your mom? Only if you fuck mine! We make a list of moms that will fuck and then we fuck ’em. But first, we have to know that each of our mother’s will fuck. Then we can start working out how to fuck them. But it is all or nothing. Everyone pitches in or we stick to high school juniors who don’t know anything about cock.””My mom has a toy box.” I said. “I have heard her playing a time or two.” I shrugged. “And, yes, I came just listening.” I blushed but no one pointed and laughed. If one of us had done that the subject would have become closed. Apparently no one wanted to close the subject. “I have several pictures of her in the shower. Naked. And one of her sitting at her dresser with no bra. You can see her tits clearly in the mirror.” I looked around, having said more than was needed again, as usual. “She has great tits.” I added. “She does have great tits.” Landon agreed. That made me feel better, that I was not the only one to notice. “Mom kissed my sixth grade teacher.” Sammy injected into the conversation. “Mr. Simpson?” I asked. Sammy nodded. “Remember when we ordered all those pizzas to his house after he got me grounded for nothing.” “You were whacking off in class, Sammy.” Brent said. “Hardly nothing.” “I couldn’t help it. Sharon Klawsky wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see her nipples.””You sat behind her.” I said but the point was lost. He had been standing up in class looking down her blouse and had started rubbing his cock. Everyone got upset but Sammy spent all that time in detention telling everyone about the real live tits he has seen. Sharon developed very early and well. “He came to see my parents after I got caught and they discussed me in detail. Dad was gone. Mom sent me to the store but I forgot money and came back though the alley to the garden door. There they were, sitting on the couch. Her shirt was up over her tits and he was kissing her. His hand was under the bra and he was kissing her. She was lying back on the couch with a hand under her skirt, between her legs. bonus veren siteler And he was kissing her. I got mad and ran around to the front and slammed the door. I was so mad, but not that she was kissing some guy or my teacher but because I was getting grounded. I told her I saw what she was doing and after she got Mr. Simpson out of the house, we agreed I was not grounded, she would not tell dad I was polishing my knob in class and I would not tell about she and Mr. Simpson playing tonsil hockey and stinky pinky. I doubt my father would have understood.” He snickered. “Another time, last summer, I caught her tipping the plumber. He fucked her from behind over the couch. Anytime I hear that some strange guy is going to be in the house with her alone, I try to spy on her and see if she puts out. She has. Several times. I think she likes ‘strange’.” I was so glad to hear that. I was feeling pretty strange myself, at the moment. “That is three we know put out.” Brent said. “Think about it. If we can fuck our moms, sex will never be a problem. If we share, we get lots of variety and they get the strange they like without much danger that the thing will get out of control. No one of us is going to ask them to leave their husbands. And our moms are all fucking hot! And if we bring a girl home and fuck her, what will they say? What can they say? They are fucking us too but they can’t really get jealous, can they? It’s perfect!” “What if our dad’s find out?” Sammy asked. Brent shrugged. “I don’t know about your dad, but I think mine would be happy to have something to toss back at her. Mom loves to be right and she always makes sure he says it is his fault but he never keeps it in his pants like he promises. The biggest fight was when he fucked her younger sister. I thought it was over then.””So your mom fucks around too?” I asked. Brent nodded. “I haven’t seen her but they have fought about it enough, loudly enough that I have most of the stories in some detail. Neither one of them can play by the rules so they seem to have come to some accommodation. I know she fucked one of my Dad’s business partners, god was he pissed! They fought all night and I found them both naked in the living room, snoring, sleeping it off. My parents are fucked up but I guess it works for them. I think they love each other, even like each other and do not want to move on but they both stray from the marriage bed. So, yes, that makes four.””Four? Isn’t that five?” I asked. Brent looked at me. “Sonny, dirty pictures of your mom and a toy box does not equal a sure willingness to fuck us.” “Oh. I caught two of my sisters both fucking. Does that count?” “NO!” Everyone said at once. But there was something in everyone’s eyes that made me think I had opened a can of worms. But that was for later. Better to leave well enough alone, I thought. Everyone was looking at me. “What?” I said. “Why is everyone looking at me?””You are the problem. If we move on our moms and yours causes a problem, it could be a huge problem.” Landon spoke quietly. “Hey, are we really talking about fucking each other’s moms?” I asked. They all nodded. For the first time I thought of my mom, fucking, naked and fucking. I wondered what she looked like with her legs open, her feet high, her knees at her ears. I had seen Georgia and Dalia both with their legs in the air and the Dalia with her mouth full of cock. I wondered if Mom knew they were fucking? Surely she smelled sex in their rooms? Everyone was still staring at me. “What?” I said again. “Will your mom fuck?” Brent asked. Brent was a good looking guy with black rimmed glasses which looked good on him. He was hung the best of us all but no one expected it. The round robin girls all commented on that to someone and it got back to us. I looked at them, one at a time. “How am I supposed to figure that out? Keep ordering pizza till one of the pizza guys fucks her? Not likely. My mom, my mom . . .” I trailed off. Suddenly I knew what they were talking about. My mom was pretty cool but she had a fully realized sense of right and wrong and fucking 19 year old boys was unlikely to be under the list of ‘rights’ she would like to enforce. In a surprisingly short period of time, I ticked through the possibilities and figured out that I was the problem. “I see. None of you can find out if she fucks because if she does not go for it, she goes back to your parents and you are in a world of hurt. You want me to fuck my own mother, don’t you?” I sat staring back at them. Surprisingly, they all nodded at nearly the same time, without even looking around. I ran my hand through my brown hair. “Wow. That is heavy. You guys are serious, right? Or are you just fucking with me?”They all looked around at each other and then they nodded. “I am serious. ” Landon said. “We should fuck our mothers!” His eyes flashed.”We need to address this though. If we are going to fuck our mothers, then we all have to be willing to fuck our own mothers.” Brent said seriously. “This is a three musketeers thing.” “I definitely would fuck my mom, but I am not sure she would ever fuck me.” Sammy said. “She doesn’t let me eat soup without giving me pointers. She might make me just crazy!” “Or it might be when she starts to see you . . . ” Brent began”Or feel you.” deneme bonusu Landon injected with a snicker. ” . . . as an adult, things might change.” Brent said. “If you put your cock in her, things might change. After you fuck her, if you bring a girl home, do you think she would complain if you make her listen to another woman screaming? No. Once you fuck her, the whole ‘this is my house and you will live by my rules’ all changes. You become the safe, available cock that the husband cannot complain about if you get caught.” Brent turned his fierce green eyes on me. “You are the problem. But we’ll help. The first thing that has to happen is that we have to get our mothers into a position where they think they have to put out to one of us. Then they will get caught by the rest of us and they will have to put out to us all. Sonny can go first. I doubt anyone would go running to his mom because they figure she would cut your heart out. Since we know that they put out when it pleases them, then we could always cool their jets if they get uppity.”My head was swimming. Here I was getting pushed out of the airplane first and by myself again, without a parachute. I could feel the wind whistling through my hair. “I am not sure that any of us are safe if the husbands in the picture catch on.” I said. “But then again, they all seem to be sniffing around strange pretty regular.” I hesitated, thinking. “Perhaps I could start with someone else’s mom, just to get started?” I was thinking aloud, still feeling like I was drunk or goofy high. “You can definitely fuck my mom.” Sammy said. “She digs you.”I found that curiously disturbing, mostly because it meant I had missed her signals and felt stupid for missing the chance to fuck my friend’s mom. And then I felt guilty about feeling stupid instead of ashamed. I laughed. “This is a joke, right? You guys got together and . . .” I trailed off. No one was laughing with me. “Come on. You guys really want to do a pact that says we all have to fuck each other’s mom at least once and we have to fuck our own moms? Is that really what we are talking about?”Everyone nodded. “Then we are too fucking bored.” I said. Chris’s face fell. “You mean you aren’t going to do it? Then no one can.” He said.”And this conversation never happened.” Landon followed. I held up my hands. “Wait. Wait. Wait. I am not saying ‘no’. I am just, I have to, I need to. Give me a minute to absorb this. You all are asking me to fuck your mothers?” “I have the best approach for you. You fuck one of our moms and then you have a heart to heart with your mom, you are falling in love, she is falling in love with you, that sort of thing. Or maybe you feel guilty and ask for advice. Then you fuck her. She’ll let you because she will be scared you are ruining your life with a married woman who is the mother of your best friend. She’ll be trying to rescue you.” “Uh huh.” I said. But the idea had some merit. Mom was always getting me out of trouble. Since my dad died, she had developed a soft spot that had not been there before and my sisters and I took advantage of it. On reflection, that was likely one reason we all still lived at home and why we did not pay rent and why she did not date, ever. Wait a minute? She did not date? She had to get sex crazy from time to time. I could hide her toy box and she would get crazy and, and . . . . Maybe it would work. No, what a stupid idea, but it got me thinking. There had to be a way. “What if it does not work? I fuck someone’s mother and then it all comes apart, you all will hate me.” “Don’t tell us who you fuck. Keep it secret till you have your mother on her back. Then we can figure out how to proceed.” Brent said.”Do we need to sign something?” Sammy asked. Everyone shook their heads. “No. We have to trust each other.” Landon said. “We have to agree that our objective, the end game is for the five of us to fuck each mother all at the same time. I want them all to be air tight several times.” He looked around at us. Landon had black hair which he kept long. “Mouth, cunt, ass. Our objective is for all of our mothers to give every hole up. At the same time. Then we can take them all at once. A MILF orgy!”I shook my head. “Landon, if you are pissed at your mom, you should not be taking it out on ours.” He always got carried away with his plans. Without us, he would have tried flying off the top of his uncle’s department store when we were ten. We talked him out of it but it took us all, tag teaming him till he got off the ledge and we went and ate hot dogs. He shook his head. “Think about it. They are what 35, 40 years old? They are entering the time of boredom when a marriage falls apart. If our fathers get involved—sorry, Sonny—then we have to have some bimbos to hand to the old man to keep him quiet and content. It’ll keep things balanced. We’ll all have access to five of the most beautiful women in the area!””We are getting ahead of ourselves. Sonny, you go after one of our moms.” Brent was often the voice of reason, not that I did not try I just was not as good at it as he was. “If you succeed, see if you can work it into a seduction of your mother. When you do, get us all together and let us know that it is open season on the MILFs we all know and love. Everyone agree?” Brent asked. Everyone nodded. That is how the MILF list began. It began with our own mothers. Later, guys would want to join but only if they had a MILF to contribute to the list and we could give them a mother or two for their very own. But it all started with me. I had to fuck my mother.

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A store outtingMarion lounged on the couch a glass of wine lazily twirling in one hand, the other busying itself with a trashy paperback. It wasn’t normally her cup of tea but for some reason it was causing stirrings in her today, her chest heaved and bosom ached and she was feeling the beginnings of moisture build up between her thighs. She hadn’t bothered to get out of her work attire yet and was considering slipping her flattering (if somewhat plain) grey pant suit off and attending to the cause of her shortness of breath when a torrent of water cut through her vision of Kendall being swept away by the dashing pirate Ricardo. It hadn’t truly been that loud but it had been enough to snap away the scene from her fevered brain. She had completely forgotten that her sub was in the kitchen for a lull in her punishment. The faint noises of cleaning coming from the kitchen had interrupted her interest in the raunchy novel and she was somewhat irked by this fact. Marion was thinking of ways to remedy her boredom and punish her plaything without having to say why when an idea occurred to her that curled the corners of her mouth upwards. Marion set the glass of wine on the coffee table and leaned back on to the couch before snapping her fingers “Jeanette.” She called in a softly lilting voice. The house grew silent for a moment as the faucet quieted it’s sputtering. “Jeanette” Marion repeated the name this time with a tone of warning. The message was received and quickly answered by the report of rapidly clacking heels and then appeared Jeanette. Marion almost smirked, her girl could really run in heels. Standing in between the kitchen and the sitting room Jeanette curtsied holding out an imaginary hemline and softly replied “Yes Mistress?”Marion shoved her grin aside in favor of an austere glare “You best not have scuffed my floor bitch.”The fearful wide eyed look she got was almost enough to cause the lounging Domme to bite her lip “No Mistress, never Mistress.”Her scowl softened “How did you like cleaning the house today, Jeanette?” She watched as redness rose in the standing submissive’s face “Having to dart past windows all day so that no one could see you in your delicates.” She relished the squirming as Jeanette became aware once more of her state of disrobe. “I hope you didn’t neglect anything in your haste?” Marion relished the nervousness this statement caused as her sub mentally walked through the day in her mind. “Come here Jeanette, we need to do your inspection early.” The sub stopped staring at the floor and strode slowly closer to her Mistress, it had taken weeks to coach the proper gentle sway into her hips and Marion relished every ripple it threw into her property’s ample bottom. The distance closed between them Marion began her inspection, first testing the bonds and locks on her girly’s shiny black stiletto pumps. After she was satisfied she trailed her hand up hairless legs clad in thigh high stockings until she reached the upper thigh and the garter belt straps at which point Jeanette dropped carefully to her knees and Marion praised her for obeying without prompt. She then returned her attention to her inspection snapping the garter belts taught straps playfully. She felt the front of her Jeanette’s black silken bikini cut panties for wet spots and then pulled them down to cup her chaste dicklette in her hand. Besides this tiny bump in her panties there was little else that gave Jeanette away as a former male (though Mistress Marion had made her keep those naturally bushy eyebrows just to make Jeanette beg to have them waxed). “You have been a good girl, haven’t you?” Marion cooed watching Jeanette tense up and turn her bahis siteleri canlı face away in embarrassment “I may have to drop a vibrating egg in here tomorrow to truly test your resolve.” Marion snapped the silk panties back into place before continuing, the back of her knuckles trailed up a smooth diet flattened tummy, waist training would come later she mused. Finally she arrived at the lacy black bra which though a push up was a size too large for her girl, after a month of wearing it Jeanette had shyly asked about hormones. Marion pulled the bra down to get a look at the developing breast tissue and was thrilled with the continued swelling. Marion stroked the erect areolas atop the slight a cups and murmured seductively ” Getting bigger aren’t we little girl?” She continued stroking watching Jeanette get red in the face before abruptly halting to pinch and slightly twist the tender flesh “I said aren’t we?” she replied with faux menace.After a catch in her breath Jeanette replied with a breathy “Yes Mistress.””Good girl” Marion proceeded to rub the darker circles before snapping the brassiere back into place. She grabbed Jeanette by the silver loop in her collar and used the other hand to swivel the sub by her chin observing her makeup, Marion had instructed Jeanette on the basics but had neglected contouring. Though cute in her eyes it would only take a second glance or an inspection from closer than a yard to tell that her girl wasn’t all woman. Marion beamed “Perfect, now wasn’t that easier without your uniform?”Jeanette hesitated for a second Marion knew to weigh the possibility of this becoming permanent, “Yes Mistress.”Marion pretended to mull something over before speaking further “Now would you rather continue your punishment for another week or take a spanking and get your uniform back?”Jeanette tried and failed to seem less eager than she was ” May I please have my uniform back Mistress?”Austerity returned to the Domme’s voice “And?”Jeanette blushed and struggled with the words “And may I please have a spanking Mistress?”Marion grinned “Yes you may.”Marion slowly pulled herself upright before stretching herself out, hardly obese though not as scrawny as her sub she loved to tease Jeanette with her ample frame and she sashayed her way across the room for just that purpose before stopping near the hall closet and retrieving a small ring of keys from between the hills of her bosom. The ring of keys had served it’s purpose in entertainment value thrice over as Jeanette waited trembling in need to be unlocked but Marion was perfectly aware which key went where and had the closet opened and the uniform out in a mere moment. The uniform was little more than a figure hugging black dress with cap sleeves and an apron along with the white lace fringing and tiny pinned in cap though it just screamed maid. Marion closed the door and turned to her sub who had slowly made her way across the room on her knees and was now on all fours with the forgotten wine glass held aloft. Marion had to stop herself from giggling in glee, she simply pulled the glass from the outstretched digits and d****d the uniform over her subby’s back. Jeanette slowly pulled the uniform around and was careful not to let it touch the floor. She then dressed speedily amid goading to get faster without leaving her knees. At the cap Jeanette bowed her head and held it upright as one might present a flogger. Marion roughly pulled her subs shoulder length hair up into a high pony and tapered it off with a scrunchy, relishing the force with which she had accomplished the look. After the pony was secure Marion set about softly arranging Jeanette’s bangs kaçak casino the way she liked them and pinning the maid’s cap atop the wispy sweep of dual tendrils that were her work. Marion snapped her fingers and commanded “Up, you lazy slut.”With a “Yes Mistress” Jeanette complied and trailed behind his Dominant like a lovesick puppy. As they arrived at the door Jeanette looked confused “Are you going out Mistress?”Marion rolled her eyes and grabbed her sub by the collar loop “Sweet girl you were doing so well and then you had to ask questions.” Marion retrieved a lead and clipped it to Jeanette’s collar before tugging her along as she left the house.Jeanette almost lost her footing twice as she suddenly became aware if her Mistress’s plans. The car chirped as it was unlocked and Marion climbed in before staring at her subby and waiting. Jeanette slowly and timidly crawled across Marion’s lap into the waiting SUV and got halfway across before she felt an arm pinning the small of her back and a hand softly trailing over her backside.”Good girls don’t ask questions do they Jeanette?” Whispered Marion before delivering a sharp slap to the mostly expesed rear of her bent over submissive.A sharp intake of breath and Jeanette replied “No Mistress.””What should you be doing slut?” Another sharp rap directly across both cheeks.The next reply was even more strained “Counting Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress. One.””You don’t have to hold it back baby I love hearing your little squeals when you’re getting punished.” Three sharp stinging slaps in quick succession had Jeanette doing a lot more than squealing.”Two, three, four.” Came the ragged counting through slight sobs.Marion stroked the heated tushy before dramatically raising her hand feeling her girl tense in her lap before mercifully delivering a false tap and after hearing the count allowed Jeanette to crawl into the passenger side seat.”Thank you Mistress Marion for correcting my behavior.” Jeanette sniffled.Marion grasped her cheek and dabbed at the welling tears with a Kleenex “You’re welcome honey, now fix your makeup before we get there.”It was several minutes of silence as Jeanette reapplied her makeup and then stared ahead at the road. It was a car rule that there was to be no talking while the motor was running and Jeanette didn’t want to be punished again today.After a short while the car stopped in the parking lot of a small convenience store and pharmacy. Marion got out first and Jeanette breathed a sigh of relief… until her Mistress opened her door and grabbed the end of the leather leash. “Come along Jeanette.”Head down Jeanette slowly extended a heeled foot from the car “Yes Mistress Marion,” she said as she pulled the rest of her body down to join the waiting leg. Had she kept her head up she might have noticed her Mistress eye humping her leg or the man behind her Mistress watching the whole scene with more than mild interest. As the car door closed and locked Marion stuffed her keys into her purse and strode into the store with a hand lazily d****d over one shoulder holding the leash and the other holding the strap of her purse as it dangled. The automatic door wooshed open and the a/c hit Jeanette’s skin like a wall of waiting ice. Marion tugged her along before stopping near the front counter and unhooking the tether from the silver hoop. “Fetch me a bottle of Merlot, a pair of hooped earrings, a cosmopolitan magazine, and make it snappy girl.”Jeanette strutted off at a clip and Marion began chatting with the female cashier. The girl at the counter was grinning in a sort of embarrassed way, lots of questions but she didn’t know what was polite to ask so they casino oyna settled into small talk. A few minutes later Jeanette turned up presenting the items for inspection and keeping a close eye on the floor.Marion tutted and put the earrings back in her sub’s hand “Wrong color honey better try again.” “Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.” Curtsying before scurrying off.At this the cashier could stand it no more. “So… is that your girlfriend?”Marion chuckled, “You might call her that.”The cashier (who’s name tag read Bea) nodded “She should probably do something about those eyebrows, they’re sort of…manly?”Marion knew what the cashier was getting at and decided to end the poor girl’s discomfort. “Nah, if we made them arches people wouldn’t be able to tell what’s under her skirt without raising it, and that’s fairly taboo in these parts.”Marion winked at this last bit and Bea chortled.Jeanette came back, this time with silver bangles and Marion nodded her approval but grabbed the Cosmo and asked Bea if she wouldn’t mind watching their things for a moment before reattaching the lead and heading back to the magazine aisle with Jeanette trailing after. Upon arriving in the aisle they met by the only other shopper in the store a slightly portly man who looked like an extra from Deliverance if slightly tamer. As the man watched in amusement Marion instructed Jeanette to put the magazine on the highest rack. As Jeanette reached up to do so the man rested his palm on her ample ass. Jeanette faltered and dropped the magazine, manicured nails over her mouth. The man grinned showing teeth that were out of place, “Ain’tcha gon pick that up lil missie?”Jeanette backed away but quickly felt a hand on the small of her back clutching possessively and holding her in place. Marion raised an eyebrow as she asked with an arm around her Jeanette “Can I help you?””Didn’t mean no fense darlin just wanted to see if that lil fillie o yorn was itchin for a fillin. Gals all got needs after all.” The man cackled at this as though it had been clever while grabbing himself through his grubby jeans.Marion’s eyes squinted so hard they nearly grew an edge. She lifted the hem of Jeanette’s skirt and pulled down her panties to reveal her caged clitty. “She’s not that type of girl.” After making Jeanette modest again she continued to glare at the man who’s grin never faltered.”Well I’ll be, if he ain’t man nough for ye I’m more than happy to show ye a real man.” The man pulled his rather sizable tool from the depths of his denim and proudly showed it off.Marion shook her head and each syllable echoed in disgust “Even if we wanted another person to join us in our bed I guarantee that you would be on the absolute bottom of our list.”At this the man’s smile faltered and after roughly stowing his penis he stomped off grumbling about dykes and pansies. Marion held Jeanette out at arm’s length with concern in her eyes. “Are you alright pet?”Jeanette nodded and asked “Are you alright love?”Marion smiled and held her girl to her bosom “I’m going to let that question slide on account of sweetness.” As they separated Marion looked down at the magazine and then back at Jeanette. “You know you DO need to pick that up.””Yes mistress.” Jeanette began bending at the knees and Marion stopped her.”Not like a good girl, do it like I taught my naughty girl.”Jeanette blushed as she bent at the waist Marion gripping her hips the whole way down and then as she tried to replace the magazine.Marion tugged on the leash, “Now let’s go back to the counter I want Bea to see you getting your spanking.”Jeanette looked confused “Spanking Mistress?”Marion giggled, “Yes the one that you agreed to for your uniform, did you forget?” Marion asked in fake exasperation “I may have to let Bea take a few swats just for that.”———————————-This story was written for a fun friend Domwife2. 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Mein dominanter Gay-Freund (2) – unser erstes TrefTom wohnte in einem Hochhaus, in einer der letzten Etagen, am Ende eines Korridors. Die Wohnungstür war schon auf, und ich konnte ihn im Türrahmen stehen sehen. Er war selbst schon nackt, und als ich näher kam sah ich, daß er ganz rasiert war. Ich habe das zum ersten Mal damals bei einem Mann so nah gesehen. „Hallo, schön daß Du gekommen bist, komm rein“, begrüßte er mich. „Ich war mir nicht sicher, ob Du Dich wirklich trauen würdest“, sagte er mit einem Lächeln. „Ja, um ehrlich zu sein war ich mir auch nicht so 100% sicher, aber ich habe ja gesagt daß ich komme, und ich mache eigentlich meist was ich sage“, antwortete ich. „Das finde ich prima, nicht jeder ist da so zuverlässig.“Ich war in seiner Wohnung, er hatte die Tür hinter mir geschlossen und ging vor mir ins Wohnzimmer. Die Rollläden waren herunter, ein etwas schummriges, gemütliches Licht durch eine Stehlampe erhellte den Raum, eine Wand war durch ein großes Sofa eingenommen. Es war sehr warm, was ja logisch war, wenn man nackt sein wollte. Ich war immer noch super nervös, hatte ein wenig Schmetterlinge im Bauch, und konnte gleichzeitig meine Augen nicht von seiner Nacktheit abwenden, mußte immer wieder zu seinem rasierten Glied schauen. Er merkte das recht schnell.„Na, gefall ich Dir? Brauchst Dich nicht schämen, mich anzuschauen. Ich mag das, und es ist ganz natürlich. Schau einfach genau hin, auf meinen Schwanz, meine Eier, wie Du willst.“Er kam etwas näher, und ich schaute wie gebannt auf seinen Schwanz. Er war sehr groß, deutlich größer und sehr viel dicker als meiner, auch wenn er jetzt noch nicht steif war. Ein richtiger Männer-Schwanz, meiner kam mir da wie ein Knaben-Penis vor. Er hatte einen dicken Schaft, seine Hoden sahen riesig aus und hingen in seinem Hodensack schwer nach unten. Seine Eichel war noch vollständig von seiner Vorhaut bedeckt, die war also deutlich länger als bei mir. „Du kannst auch gern anfassen, wenn Du magst“, sagte er leise zu mir. „Komm, mach’s einfach, Du bist doch bestimmt neugierig wie es sich anfühlt.“ Und er nahm meine Hand und führte sie an sein Glied. Ich fand es super geil, alles so schön glatt, die Haut so schön warm und sein Schwanz halbsteif, ich ließ meine Finger über seinen Schaft fahren, über die Eichel unter der Vorhaut, faßte seine großen Hoden an, sein Hodensack paßte fast nicht in meine Hand, so groß waren seine Hoden. Ich hatte noch nie einen anderen Mann so ausgiebig angefaßt, und daß er auch noch komplett blank rasiert war, machte es noch erregender für mich. Ich streichelte und befummelte ihn, zuerst mit einer Hand und dann mit beiden Händen, für eine ganze Weile, und merkte wie sein Glied dabei immer größer und dicker wurde. „Hmmm, das machst Du sehr gut, weißt Du. Das gefällt mir, das siehst Du ja, wie geil mich das macht“, sagte er. „Ich mag’s auch“, sagte ich etwas schüchtern. Mein Gesicht brannte fast und ich war bestimmt ganz rot, vor Aufregung und Geilheit.„Prima, das ist doch schön. Wir wollen ja hier zusammen machen, was uns beiden Spaß macht. Dafür brauchst Du Dich nicht zu schämen. Laß Dich einfach gehen.“Wir unterhielten uns so eine ganze Weile, während ich immer noch meine Hände an seinem steifen Glied hatte und es intensiv mit meinen Fingern erforschte, ihn auch langsam etwas wichste und seine lange Vorhaut über seine mittlerweile pralle Eichel schob. Er war wirklich sehr nett, und hat mich schnell dazu gebracht, dass ich mich bei ihm wohl fühle, gut aufgehoben halt. Er hat mir klar gemacht, daß ich bei ihm ganz unbefangen sein konnte, und er darauf stand, daß ich ihm von meiner Geilheit erzählte, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri von meiner Lust auf andere Schwänze und dem dauernden Bedürfnis zu wichsen. Er hatte viel Verständnis dafür, und sagte mir daß es ihm genauso geht und er viele andere Männer kennt, bei denen das genauso ist. Vor allem junge Männer in meinem Alter, die hätten einfach sehr oft einen starken Sexualtrieb. „Willst Du Dich jetzt auch mal ausziehen?“ fragte er mich nach einer Weile. „Wäre ja nur fair, oder?“, fragte er mich mit einem Lächeln. „Ja stimmt, da hast Du recht“, antwortete ich ihm. „Mach’s einfach wie vor der Cam, weißt Du? Du machst einfach einen Strip für mich ok?“Ich habe dann erst mein T-Shirt ausgezogen, dann meine Hose, so daß ich nur noch einen Slip anhatte. Er ist mir dann ganz nahe gekommen aber ohne mich anzufassen, hat sich meinen ganzen Körper angeschaut und mir viele Komplimente gemacht. Er mochte vor allem meine Brustwarzen, die ziemlich groß sind, und meinen Hintern. Er forderte mich auf meine Pobacken anzuspannen, mehrfach, und bewunderte das Ergebnis. „Komm, mach Dich ganz nackt“, sagte er mir dann, während er sehr nah hinter mir stand. „Ich will Dich nackt sehen.“ Ich konnte seine Nähe spüren, die Wärme seines nackten Körpers ganz nah neben mir. Ich zog langsam meinen Slip herunter. „Hmmm, wow, sehr schön, jetzt kann ich Deinen hübschen Arsch so richtig sehen. So schön knackig, das gefällt mir sehr gut. Komm, zieh mal Deine Arschbacken auseinander und zeig mir Dein Fötzchen.“Ich tat wie befohlen, faßte meine Pobacken mit beiden Händen und zog sie auseinander. Ich fühlte, wie meine Rosette entblößt wurde und sich seinen wartenden Blicken darbot. „Oh ja, sehr schön, so ist es gut, immer schön auseinanderspreizen, so daß ich alles genau sehen kann. Schön rosa und ich glaube ganz eng, super auch daß Du Dich dort ganz blank rasiert hast, da kann ich mir Dein hübsches Loch ganz ungehindert anschauen.“Ich hatte mir wie in den letzten Monaten eigentlich immer meinen Hodensack und meine Rosette ganz blank rasiert, die Schamhaare an meinem Schwanz aber nur ein wenig gestutzt. Ich empfand es als ungemein erregend, mich ihm so ganz schamlos darzubieten, ihm meine intimsten Stellen ganz ungeniert zur Schau zu stellen. Mein Glied war mittlerweile halb steif geworden, die Eichel lag schon fast gänzlich frei und war dick und purpurfarben.Ich hielt meine Pobacken eine ganze Weile gespreizt, und konnte erahnen, wie Tom sich hinter mir hinkniete und sein Gesicht ganz nah an meine geöffnete Spalte brachte. Ich fühlte seinen Atem an meiner Rosette, vor allem wenn er sprach.„Was für ein geiler Anblick, Du hast so ein schönes geiles Loch. Und wie es von Zeit zu Zeit unwillkürlich zuckt, wenn Du Deinen Schließmuskel benutzt, hmmmm“, sagte er zu mir. „Nun dreh Dich mal rum, schauen wir uns mal Deine Geschlechtsteile an.“Ich nahm eine Hände von meinem Hintern und drehte mich zu ihm herum. Er kniete noch immer auf dem Teppich vor mir, so daß sich mein halbsteifes Glied nun direkt vor seinem Gesicht befand. Ich genoß die ganze Situation ungemein, hatte zwar nach wie vor so etwas wie Schmetterlinge im Bauch, war aber gleichzeitig sehr erregt, mein ganzer und nun völlig nackter Körper fühlte sich heiß an. „Aah wow, na sieh mal was für einen wunderschönen Schwanz Du da hast. Ganz wie ich ihn schon auf Deiner Webcam bewundern konnte, so schöne dicke Adern und eine pralle Eichel. Das scheint Dir ja zu gefallen, dein Glied ist ja schon ganz schön angeschwollen, das sehe ich sehr gern. Und wie Du mir gesagt hast, Du hast eine kurze Vorhaut, so daß Deine hübsche perabet Eichel schön sichtbar ist, das finde ich sehr geil.“Er machte mir weiter Komplimente zu meinem Glied und meinem Hodensack, und war dabei so nah, daß ich seinen warmen Atem auf meinem Glied spüren konnte. Er faßte mich aber nach wie vor nicht an, sondern musterte meinen nackten Körper nur ausgiebig. Dann stand er auf, und sagte zu mir: „Komm, streichel mir nochmal ein bißchen meinen Schwanz. Ja, genau, das ist schön“, ermunterte er mich, als sich meine Hände um seinen prallen Schwanz legten und ihn streichelten. „Wenn Du willst, reib meinen Schwanz an Dir, ich würde gern Deine nackte Haut an meinem Schwanz spüren.“ Die Idee gefiel mir sehr gut, und ich führte seinen großen, prallen Männer-Penis vorsichtig an meinen Bauch, fühlte wie sein hartes, warmes Geschlechtsteil gegen meine glatte Haut drückte. Er kam noch etwas näher, mein eigenes Glied streifte ihn dadurch auch etwas. Ich drückte sein Glied etwas nach unten, bis sich unsere Schwänze berührten, und ließ seinen großen Männerschwanz über mein halbsteifes Glied gleiten, dann auch darunter gegen meinen blankrasierten Hodensack. „Hmmmm, oh ja das fühlt sich ja sehr geil an, das machst Du super“, flüsterte er mir ins Ohr. Ich hatte das noch nie vorher gemacht, hatte noch nie einen anderen Mann an sein erigiertes Glied gefaßt, geschweige denn von seinem steifen Glied berührt worden oder einem völlig nackten Mann so nahe gewesen. Ich mochte es aber sehr, das Gefühl seinen großen prallen Männerschwanz an mir und meinem Penis zu reiben erregte mich sehr. Das sagte ich ihm dann auch.„Ich finde das genauso geil, das kannst Du ja sehen“, sagte Tom zu mir. „Ich würde Dich jetzt gern auch etwas anfassen, wenn das ok ist für Dich“, fragte er mich. Ich war schon ziemlich geil, und fühlte daß nicht mehr viel fehlte, und ich würde abspritzen. Ich sagte ihm das, aber ihm machte das nichts aus. „Ich fasse Dich dann erstmal nicht am Schwanz an ok? Und selbst wenn Du kommst, das ist prima, sag mir einfach Bescheid, denn ich will mir das ganz genau anschauen.“ „Ok, mache ich“, antwortete ich ihm, noch etwas verschämt. Er faßte mich dann erst an meinem Oberkörper an, streichelte meine Brustwarzen und leckte sie dann eine Weile. Sie wurden steif und ich fand das auch ganz angenehm, aber mir hatten meine Brustwarzen noch nie wirkliche sexuelle Erregung gebracht. So geil wie ich war, hatte das aber auch seine Vorteile, denn so brachte mich das noch nicht zum Abspritzen. Dann glitten seine warmen, großen Hände tiefer, und er streichelte meinen nackten Bauch, ohne aber bis zu meinen Schamhaaren zu kommen. „Hmmm, Du hast so schöne glatte Haut, und gar keine Haare auf Deinem Oberkörper, das ist sehr schön“, sagte er leise zu mir. „Nur unter Deinen Armen, und das können wir ja auch mal rasieren“, fügte er hinzu. Er ließ seine Hände weiter über meinen ganzen Oberkörper gleiten, ich fand das sehr angenehm. Dann drehte er mich herum, so daß ich wieder mit dem Rücken zu ihm stand, und berührte meinen Hintern. Zuerst strich er ganz sanft über meine Pobacken, von oben nach unten, und von unten nach oben. Dann ließ er seine Finger in meine Spalte gleiten, auch wieder von oben nach unten, und von unten nach oben. Ich fühlte seine Finger an meiner Rosette, und das gab mir ein wunderbar geiles Gefühl, so schamlos abgegriffen und erforscht zu werden. Nach einer kurzen Weile nahm er dann beide Hände, knetete meine Pobacken sanft aber fest, und zog sie dann ein wenig auseinander, so daß meine Rosette freigelegt wurde. Ich stöhnte leise, ich fand es unheimlich erregend, mich perabet giriş ihm so schamlos auszuliefern. „Na, das gefällt Dir, Junge, nicht wahr“, stellte er fest, während er meine Pobacken fest in der Hand hielt. „Männerhände an Deinem geilen kleinen Arsch und Finger an Deinem Fötzen, das ist doch ein schönes Gefühl oder?“ Ich nickte und sagte: „Ja, das fühlt sich sehr geil an, das hat noch niemand bei mir so gemacht.“ „Na dann wurde es ja höchste Zeit“, sagte Tom mit einem leisen Lachen. Ich fühlte dann, wie er seine Hand von hinten zwischen meine Beine schob und meinen blankrasierten Hodensack anfaßte, und begann ihn sanft zu massieren und zu betasten. Das brachte meine Geilheit dann zum Überlaufen, und ich konnte gerade noch sagen: „Ahh, Tom ich spritze jetzt…“, da spürte ich auch schon wie mich der Orgasmus überkam und mein Glied anfing, mein Sperma herauszupumpen. „Na das ist doch super, sehr schön Junge, spritz es schön raus“, feuerte er mich an. Seine Hand glitt hinter meine Hoden und umfaßte meinen Hodensack und meinem steifen Penis. Mein Orgasmus war jetzt voll da, ich machte unwillkürlich Fick-Bewegungen mit meinem Unterleib, während mein Glied in mehreren Schüben das Sperma herauspumpte. Währenddessen hatte Tom mein Penis recht fest im Griff, ich spürte wie seine Hand mein hartes Geschlechtsteil gefaßt hielt. Als meine Sperma-Schübe weniger wurden, zog er seine Hand weg zwischen meinen Beinen, aber nur um mein Glied sofort von vorne zu greifen und mit sanftem Druck zu wichsen. Er schob mit seiner Hand meine Vorhaut herauf und herunter, während mein Orgasmus langsam abklang und nur noch einzelne Tropfen aus meiner Eichel quollen. „Hmmm, wow so schönes Sperma hast Du, komm gib mir alles was Du in Deinen prallen Eiern hast“, forderte er mich auf, während er mit festem Griff meinen Penis weiter wichste. „Das war super wie Du gespritzt hast, ich konnte spüren wie Dein Schwanz pulsiert hat, als Du angefangen hast zu pumpen“, sagte er mir. „Na, haben wir da alles schön rausgewichst?“ fragte er mich, während er mein Glied noch einmal fest preßte um zu schauen, ob noch Sperma herauskommen würde. „Ahh, ja ich glaube schon, wow danke das war super geil“, antwortete ich ihm. Auf dem Boden unter mir sah ich mein Sperma. Er folgte meinem Blick. „Hehe, nächstes Mal spritzt Du auf mich oder in meinen Mund ok? Wir sollten Dein schönes Sperma nicht einfach so vergeuden“, sagte er mit einem Zwinkern. Er fügte hinzu: „Ich find das sehr gut, wie schnell Du gespritzt hast. Das zeigt, dass Du es dringend gebraucht hast, daß Deine Geilheit ein hohes Level hat. Das gefällt mir. Deine Hoden haben wohl einen hohen Füllstand gehabt!“ grinste er. Ich sagte, dass ich das eine gute Beschreibung fand, und es nett von ihm sei, daß er kein Problem mit einem Schnellspritzer habe. „Das wird sich schon etwas geben, wenn Du Dich besser daran gewöhnst. Und ich finde es geil, daß Du so empfindlich bist, das ist eigentlich eine tolle Sache“, sagte er mir. „Ich habe Dich aber jetzt nicht zum Abspritzen gebracht“, sagte ich ihm, weil mir das etwas unfair vorkam. Er winkte ab. „Das kannst Du ja nächstes Mal machen. Mich kommt heute Abend sowieso noch ein Freund besuchen, der wird’s mir dann schön besorgen“, sagte er mir und grinste frech. „Du willst doch bestimmt wiederkommen, oder?“ „Ja sehr gerne sogar“, antwortete ich. „Dann sag mir einfach Bescheid, schreib mir eine SMS wenn Du geil bist und Erleichterung brauchst. Ich sag Dir dann, ob es paßt und Du vorbeikommen kannst. Ich würde Deinen hübschen Penis auf jeden Fall regelmäßig abmelken“, sagte er mit einem Grinsen. Ich zog mich wieder an, und wir verabschiedeten uns. Ich war noch ganz aufgeregt und durcheinander von meinem Erlebnis, und in den nächsten Tagen dachte ich dauernd daran. Ich hatte da recht viel mit dem Studium zu tun, sonst wäre ich vielleicht schon gleich am nächsten Tag wieder bei Tom vorbei gegangen.

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Episode 77: Jessica and Lizzie

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Episode 77: Jessica and LizzieIt was the first day of the new school year – Lizzie and I were in the same Technology class along with a handful of quite attractive boys and girls. I usually prefer girls, but am quite happy to suck the occasional cock or two. It seems we had spent most of the summer holidays in bed – sucking on each other’s pussy and her Step-dad’s lovely cock. He had taken us to the seaside, staying in a tiny holiday chalet on the South Devon coast– it had a kitchen, bathroom and just one bedroom, filled by a king size bed. That first night, I had finished brushing my teeth, dressed in just bed-shorts; a towel around my shoulders just covering the nipples, I popped my head around the bedroom door. The room was in darkness, but the sound of sex from the jumble of limbs on the bed was unmistakable. My gorgeous friend Lizzie was naked, straddling her Step-dad’s erection – the soft glow from the bedside light illuminating the slick juices on his cock whenever she rose up on her knees.“Come on in – don’t be shy, little girl – it’s lovely and warm in here – you won’t be needing those pyjamas”.“Yes Sir”.I slipped them off, settling my pussy on his face. He had the most amazing sucking technique – now I know why Lizzie always smiled so much. She ground her cunt onto his prick as I ground mine onto his mouth and nose. We were definitely in charge of this fucking session until he bodily lifted me off his face onto hands and knees, to lie face-down, arse-up alongside his hot daughter. He was still fully embedded in her pussy, kneeling either side of her legs – that was a magical move. He held onto her hips as a sign of affection, not to stop her running away. Looking back I could see how engorged his cock had become – could I take all that? I didn’t have long to wait – he eased out of Lizzie and into me in one smooth movement. It was so big – I daren’t move – I could feel my lips quivering, but no scream came out, then Lizzie was underneath me, sucking on my tits to calm me down. Dad was being gentle, not rushing my first penetration – just easing in his gigantic cock tip to stretch my pussy lips to accommodate his girth. I only got worried when he gripped my hips, sliding his large hands forwards to stroke my tummy – perhaps hoping to feel the bulge of his cock inside me. The pain was gradually replaced by pleasure as my pussy gushed lubricant onto the largest thing to have ever entered my young body. Lizzie had done a fantastic job of keeping me calm and now wanted some fun herself – she shuffled up the bed until my face was buried in her crotch. I had never been so happy to eat her pussy – I rocked forward with each thrust – overjoyed to be the white fuck-meat in a black sandwich.Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better he came inside me – Oh Shit – No Protection. I burst into tears – I couldn’t get pregnant yet – I still wasn’t entirely legal. Daddy cradled me in his arms: “Baby – it’s all fine – remember I had a vasectomy and only fire blanks – so no babies from me”.Lizzie held me close until the sobbing stopped – then we all fell asleep.MassageWe stayed by the sea for four whole idyllic weeks, soon settling into a regular pattern of sex, sunbathing, more sex and massage. Daddy had rigged up a massage table in the tiny chalet dining room – downy blankets covering the hard table top with a large cylindrical cushion to slide under our hips. Whatever we had been doing during the day – sunbathing and sex, visiting beautiful countryside and sex or just staying in bed, eight PM was massage time. Lizzie and I took it in turn to strip off and lay face down on the table, while Daddy warmed up the massage oil. He was really good – stroking the oil into my skin – starting with the calves and thighs, then switching to my upper body, leaving the middle area until last. He had a marvellous technique for squeezing buttocks that leaves a girl begging for more. His long oily fingers reaching underneath to slide between slick pussy lips as my thighs opened up for him. Sometimes, if I was really good he would insert a thumb into my arse as he circled my clit. He would wait until I was gasping ‘Daddy – Fuck Me – Please Daddy – put your cock in me’, then casually mount the table, rubbing the tip of that gorgeous cock across my oily upturned buttocks.I had watched the ease with which Lizzie took his entire erection into her rectum (as he liked to call it) hardly more than a whimper as he penetrated her ring, but building to a full orgasmic scream as he pounded her relentlessly. Looking back at his length and girth that first time, I was certain he was going to split me in two. He held my hips to stop me from trembling, just nudging the tip against my puckered opening: “Just relax, Jess – let it open up for me – I promise not to hurt you.”Easy for him to say ‘relax’, it wasn’t his arse about to be violated – perhaps if I lay very quiet, it wouldn’t hurt so much. He was actually very gentle for the first week – always making sure I was fully relaxed and well lubricated, never rushing – just inserting an extra inch or so each day until I felt his thighs hit my butt – he was right in. I lay very still, trying not to breathe, as he pulled out then slid it back into my anal depths – it did hurt like hell. Then I remembered Lizzie telling me how she faked her first few orgasms for him to ease the pain – perhaps I could. She came over, sliding her hands under my tits to squeeze and massage the nipples, then kissing me through that first fake climax.He did stop, pulling out with a quizzical look – had I really cum for him? No matter, Lizzie took his slippery member to the back of her throat, extracting the sweet-tasting jism by hand and mouth. When I had calmed down enough to think straight, we swapped sperm from mouth to mouth, letting me finally swallow it all down. Lizzie and I talked long into the night about how to fix this – she was sure her Dad knew I was faking it just to please him, but not really enjoying the butt-fucking. She was determined to find a solution – even checking some online teenage forums for similar ‘problems’. The next evening she slipped underneath me facing the other way around – my head down between her thighs, her mouth reaching up to suckle my cunt. Daddy loved it as my engorged clit kept disappearing under her tongue while his oiled thumb held my butt cheeks apart, ready for penetration. I was so blissed out from the dual attention; I could hardly concentrate on thrusting my tongue into her slick folds.She held me tight when his erection replaced the thumb, keeping up the pressure on my cunt to offset the pain and pleasure building in my guts as he gently fucked my backside. Lizzie kept me on the very edge of orgasm until I felt her Dad’s red hot spunk erupting in my arse – now I could cum for real – my whole body shook – spraying his cum out of my guts back onto his thighs.BreakfastWe had nearly finished breakfast at the quiet beach-side cafe when the peace was broken by the sound of three powerful motorbikes pulling up outside.All heads turned as three muscular bikers dressed entirely in black leather and full-face helmets came in from the heat and spread out at the next table.Lizzie, her dad and I were only wearing light cotton shorts and tee-shirts – mine just reaching the thighs. My irrational fears of being gang-r@ped again bubbled up until the leader of the group removed the biker helmet and shook out her long auburn hair.Jana and Greta were well-tanned East Europeans, the third girl Elizabeth was clearly North African and even darker than Lizzie and her Dad. I tried not to stare as Jana removed her black leather illegal bahis siteleri motorcycle jacket – the heavy metal nipple piercings clearly visible through her tight white tee-shirt. She held my gaze, smiling at my silent lust, flicking her eyes down to my bare thighs then back up to my hardening nipples. Jana pulled a silky black thong bikini from her deep jacket pocket, stretching out the waistband between her hands, so the triangle faced me and the bare buttocks would be in her face. Lifting the crotch to her nose, she licked the spot where my clit would go, this made my thighs tremble.“We bought these at the beach shop, yesterday, but they’re much too small for us – they might fit you – why don’t you try them on”.I stood up and shakily walked the two steps towards her and took hold of the bikini bottoms, holding them up in front of my blue shorts.I had forgotten all about Lizzie and Dad until she laughed “You need to take off the shorts, stupid. We won’t look – honest”.Jana smiled “just slip them off baby – we won’t look either” and averted her eyes. I wriggled out of my blue denim shorts and then the white cotton panties – pulling down on the tee shirt hem trying to provide some protection. The bikini bottoms fitted perfectly – the tiny triangle hugging my pussy lips – the thong back snuggling nicely between my trembling buttocks. They felt so good – I just had to lift the tee shirt so everyone could see and feel. Jana gently touched me just below the belly button, then slid her hand downwards, skirting the edge of the fabric triangle to caress the inside of each thigh.She must have felt how wet I had made the thong – I was creaming even before she handed me the bikini top: “lift up your shirt baby – see if this fits your tits. Come here – I’ll help”.Under cover of my tee shirt, Jana held the two little triangles of fabric over my little breasts, flipping the halter neck strap over my head: “turn around baby, then I can tie these round the back”. Tits safely covered, I pulled off the tee shirt exposing a lot of bare flesh to the entire café – they cheered.“Are you old enough baby girl?”“Yes, of course” I lied, carefully adding a few weeks to my age.Pushing her chair back from the table, I carefully straddled her thighs, hovering my crotch just above her leather trousers. Jana slipped her left hand down inside the front of my new bikini panties: “Oh such a soft pussy, little girl – you feel gorgeous”.I was so glad Lizzie had shaved me last night – she said Dad was fed up pulling my curly hairs out of his teeth. I think she lied – it was already very short, but we both really enjoyed the lathering and shaving around my sensitive lips, leaving just a tiny dark ‘Brazilian landing strip’ to indicate puberty.Then Jana slapped my arse with her right hand – it came as a real surprise – I yelped – she kissed me to muffle the sound – all the other diners looked up – she waved them away.She slapped me again – rather lower this time, trailing her fingers under the bikini thong to stroke my stinging butt-hole.She now had me in a firm grasp – two fingers of her left hand buried curling upwards inside my pussy, one finger of her right hand pressing against my ring – I wriggled and it slipped in. Oh Shit, I was creaming – she was making me cum in front of Lizzie and her dad. Most of the diners had finished breakfast and left when we started making love. “Come for me” she demanded “Come for me, baby girl” she slapped my arse again – her words and caress took me right back to playing with my big sister.BeckyMy sister Becky was 5 years older than me – she had proper breasts and a hairy muff and everything – I was so jealous. One day she caught me in her room, parading up and down in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the way her latest thong bikini looked on my boyish hips and cute butt. She slapped my bare butt quite hard, allowing her finger tips to linger in the crack. She held one hand over my mouth until I promised not to scream. She slapped me again, sliding her fingers forward between my pussy lips to check for moisture – I was clearly beginning to enjoy the mixture of pain and pleasure.Grabbing a tube of Moisturising Hand Cream, she squirted some onto each cheek and smoothed it between my quivering thighs. The slapping turned to fondling – both her hands inside the bikini, swirling a thumb against my clit, fingers sliding up inside me front and back.“Come for me” she demanded “Come for Me, baby Girl”.I couldn’t help myself – I knew it was wrong – but probably not inc-est? I came like a train when she kissed me. After school the next day she wandered into my room wearing a very short grey pleated sports skirt and matching bra top. She bent over the back of my chair, allowing the skirt to ride up partly exposing her butt: “Slap me baby – it’s your turn”.I lifted her skirt hem and tucked it into the waistband, encouraging her to spread her feet. The first slap felt wonderful – so empowering – it even stung my finger tips – she flinched.“Stand Still” I bellowed in her ear, slapping the other cheek. This time I caressed her upper thighs, just brushing against her cunt – she was so wet.I couldn’t resist exploring the inside of her bra top – she shuddered as I grabbed one hard nipple, smacking her hard right up her butt crack. She shrugged her top off – both tits fell into my hand – they were so hot and heavy – I just had to chew them. I pulled her round by the tits to face me, now slapping them instead of her butt – she loved it. They wobbled even when one nipple was between my teeth – I pulled back, sliding one hand down, down, down between her legs. I pulled out two fingers worth of girl cum for her to suck, then shoved them back inside her cunt, grinding my teeth on the other nipple.I was silently begging for her to take control, then managed “my turn” in a faint whisper.Sitting down, Becky bent me over her knee – ripping off the flimsy panties. First the cooling dollop of anal lubricant, then the inserted butt plug and tirade of slaps to my thighs and buttocks got me very close to climax.”Show me the plug” – I had only caught a brief glimpse of the small shiny metal thing now lodged in my previously-virginal arse. One inexperienced boy with a bad aim had tried to get his cock in there, but apart from that, it had only opened to my fingertip. Now she was twisting the triangular sex toy with each slap, churning up my guts.“Please stop – it’s too much. I think I’m gonna cum”.She increased the pace, holding me down with one hand, slapping with the other – grazing the edge of the plug every time. I squirmed and wriggled, trying to ease the pain – until – bliss – my first punishment orgasm. It was longer and stronger than anything short of full penetration (I had still to wait a few years for that) – I creamed all over her legs – my pussy was pumping fluids in anticipation of a good fucking.Becky held me close until the shaking calmed, then she dropped the bombshell that she was going to University and tomorrow was her last day at home.“Don’t Go” I cried “I need you – you make me cum”“Don’t worry baby girl, we can spend all day tomorrow in bed, anyway I’ll be home at Christmas”.Sure enough the next morning, after Mum had left for the shops, the Post Lady delivered a large brown box – we raced upstairs to Becky’s room like two ch1ldren. She tore it open, revealing the longest, fattest dildo I had ever seen and a harness for strapping it on. “Try it on baby – I want you to fuck me with it – nice and slow”. She inserted the dildo and pulled up the harness, adjusting the thigh straps for my skinny legs. I thought it looked amazing, youwin giriş hanging down nearly to my knees. I wacked it experimentally against her bottom; she growled when it hit her butt plug.“OK, stop messing about and get on the bed…. No – face up you idiot”I laughed and rolled over – the dildo sticking straight up in the air from just above my pussy. I was still fiddling with the ridged rubber bit that pressed against my clit when Becky straddled my hips and lowered herself down onto the monster. I had no idea how she could take so much cock, and from her wide-eyed expression nor did she. Becky held her body about six inches above mine, joined at the cunt by the black rubber sex toy. I thrust upwards, driving more cock into her, then pulling back to twist the head between her slick lips.She was creaming now – long white trails of girl cum adorned the dildo as it left her body and slammed back in.She reached down to my chest, yanking the tee-shirt aside to get at my tits. Becky grabbed both nipples, twisting them in opposite directions until they hurt, all the time lifting up and slamming her cunt down onto the dildo strapped to my pelvis.“Oh you beautiful girl – you’re fucking me – make me cum – I need this”.Unsure what, if anything, else I could do to speed her climax, I reached around behind her butt to grab hold of the silver plug. I twisted – she came – her body went rigid – then the shaking spread out from her cunt down both legs and up into her torso. She nearly ripped my nipples off before collapsing on the bed beside me. We hugged and kissed, she licked my ear “now it’s your turn baby”.“No way – you’re not putting that cock inside me – it’s way too big – and I’m still technically a virgin”.Becky stroked my face, brushing her lips against mine “It’s OK pretty baby – I ordered a special thin blue one just for you”. She removed my harness and pulled it up her thighs with the blue dildo attached – it still looked awfully long for my barely-used cunt, but that wasn’t its destination. Crouching behind, she pulled me up onto hands and knees and replaced my butt plug with the tip of the dildo. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t cry – continuously wearing the plug had been stretching my butt for exactly this moment. It slid in fairly smoothly with a little more lubricant – I felt so full. She rocked backwards on her knees and then right in until her thighs touched my buttocks, then I screamed. Mum burst into the room, she stopped in amazement at the sight of her two daughters having anal sex, asking Becky rather uselessly “what on earth are you doing to my baby girl? Stop it – stop it right now”I couldn’t see what she did, but I heard the slap of adult hand against Becky’s arse – probably hitting the butt plug. Becky yelped, driving the dildo deeper into my gaping arse. She was already holding onto my hips, then started smacking the outer edges of my butt, where she could reach. I came like a train, then Becky – only Mum was exempt from the orgasmic punishment.Becky left for University and I was grounded – enforced celibacy for three months except for one encounter until Lizzie joined our school and all hell broke loose.One-off SexOne day in late October I came from school as usual, ran up to my room and stripped off the horrid uniform skirt, blouse and baggy tights. Normally I would have just flung on jeans and a jumper, but today being so hot, decided on shorts, no underwear and a sloppy crop-top that showed a nice slice of tit from the side. Strange sounds were filtering up from the lounge downstairs – it was definitely my Mum laughing, and another voice I didn’t recognise. A young girl with long blonde hair, sexy blue eyes and a wicked grin sat in our kitchen. She was flipping through selfies of half-naked boys and girls with one hand on her tablet propped up on the table. The other hand, hidden from view appeared to be down the front of her jeans.“Hello” she said brightly “I’m Annie. My Mum said to wait here while she fucked your Mum”She could only have been half my age, really pretty, but clearly with a foul mouth. I turned to enter the lounge, she stopped me: “You are Jessica – the lesbian – Mum said I should ask you about using your wifi – this is rinsing my data allowance”.I sat down beside her, typed in our wifi credentials and logged her into my xhamster account: “Yes I’m Jess – here’s some of my favourites – do you like futanari”?She sat mesmerised by the side view of my tits and then the video of two girls with massive cocks fucking each other. The video was called something like Medieval Futanari, featuring two half-naked beauties in a castle embedding rampant cock in slick cunt.gelöschtShe now had one hand inside my tee shirt – the other still in her jeans: “will you show me how to become a lesbian, just like you”.Annie seemed so young – could I really? Her jeans buttons were already undone – she lifted her butt to allow me to pull them and her pale cotton panties down past her ankles and then off. She opened up to my exploration between her legs – her cunt felt really hot and slick – like it needed a good licking.I never could resist temptation – her Mother was only in the next room. I slid under the table between her feet – one hand on each thigh – head at pussy height. She opened up beautifully – she tasted gorgeous – all soft and creamy – with a tiny hard bud at the top of her cunt. She bit her hand to stifle a scream, the other hand holding my head against her open crotch; my tongue lashing her tender pussy lips. After a few minutes vigorous sucking she was very close to cumming – her thighs trembled – she slid right forward in the chair, forcing her clit into my mouth. She was holding the back of my head with both hands when she climaxed, letting go of a high-pitched mewling sound and crushing my face between her wet thighs.Her Mother and mine appeared in the doorway looking extremely flustered; her Mum was desperately trying to shovel her tits back into a black lacy camisole, barking “What the fuck are you doing to my little baby?”She dragged Annie up out of the chair – pussy juice spewing down her thighs, to stand shakily beside the table. The video was still playing on Annie’s tablet – my Mum picked it up, clearly fascinated by my viewing habits.I stood up, bending over the table, lowering my damp shorts: “Go ahead – I deserve it”.Annie’s Mum took the first whack on my bare backside – it stung, but I loved it. Then Annie slapped me, quite gently – letting her fingers soothe the area afterwards. Looking back over my shoulder, she was clearly enjoying it too – her slaps got harder and faster and the soothing strokes more intimate – right up between my legs until her Mother dragged her away for good, muttering “that’s disgusting baby – here let me punish her”.I only ever saw Annie once again after that – in the shopping mall. She was with a group of giggling schoolgirls, apparently fondling one fairly enthusiastically. She pulled away only when I slapped her arse, melting into my arms – our tongues locking. She squeezed my butt, cheekily sliding a hand into my back pocket “Love You” she whispered, then re-joined her u******e mostly-straight friends. I only picked up a few of their hushed words as I walked away: lesbian, futanari, punishment – Annie was turning into a very popular ch1ld. Back in the CaféRiding my cunt up and down the fly in Jana’s leather trousers: “can I have a ride on your motor-bike – I’ll be very good”.“You can have a ride on my strap-on if you like” – she unzipped the fly and inserted a purple feeldoe after getting me to lick it. I pulled the bikini bottoms aside perabet and slid my wet cunt down onto the slippery shaft: “what is this thing – it feels amazing”. She slapped my arse a few times to settle the dildo in properly – I grinned – she slapped me again: “you like that a bit too much, I think – you are a very naughty girl”. Jana now had both hands under my bottom, squeezing and stroking, pulling my cheeks apart – her fingertips probing my butt-hole: “shall I, little girl – do you want me to finger-fuck your butt too?”Looking across the table, I noticed Elizabeth and Lizzie getting it on – almost the same colour – both now topless – my Lizzie straddling the older girl – rubbing their tits together and kissing hard: “we can’t both be Lizzie, so I’m going to call you Lisa, my gorgeous baby girl”.“Oh, you’re hand is inside my shorts – can I touch you there too”?Elizabeth unzipped her leather motorcycle trousers – Lisa’s long fingers sought out her hot clitoris, rubbing it around in tight circles.That just left Greta, who I had assumed was also a lesbian – but she seemed to prefer older men – in particular BBC, and had both hands and her eager mouth around Dad’s big black cock.Then Jana asked very quietly in my ear: “what exactly is the legal age for lesbian sex in this country”? I only had to lie by a few weeks to be sixteen. She held me very close, as I slowly rocked my hips to take it all in – I was being fucked by the hottest lesbian on xhamster: “cum for me baby”.“I’m not sure if I can with all these people watching” I murmured.“Yes you can – just lean back so the dildo can do its work – gently up and down – no need to rush – here you can play with my tits if you like”.Jana lifted her tee shirt revealing beautifully pierced nipples each with a silver dumbbell complete with a hinged ‘D’ ring. I bent down to suck one – it sizzled against my tongue – Jana moaned softly: “you can keep doing that baby. Sorry, I forgotten – what is your name again?”“Jessica – all my friends call me Jess” as I came for her.In the ChaletEasily the best sex we had that holiday involved Lizzie squatting on her Step-dad’s face, rubbing her clit into furious circles and me impaled cuntally on his cock. We both leant forward, faces meeting above his chest to kiss and laugh; his hands were on my hips, holding me still as his erection made my pussy bulge with each upward thrust.“Go for it, baby” I urged my lover “make that pussy squirt”. I had watched Lizzie peeing on the beach and thought it would make an enduring impression on us all for her final climax of the holiday to be a wet one. Lizzie was panting hard under the dual action of her fingers and Dad’s tongue – she pulled back to beyond vertical, burying Dad’s face in hot buttocks, really opening herself wide. I watched in fascination as her pussy quivered, releasing a small jet of liquid, then the full hot steaming flow hit my face and ran off my tits onto Dad. Lizzie was squirting uncontrollably – it just poured out of her as if a dam had burst – her hand was shaking as her fingers kept up the relentless clit wanking through the orgasm. We all collapsed in a sodden ecstatic body heap, Dad having cum heavily inside me without warning. At SchoolI knew back at school, we had to call him ‘Head Teacher’ or ‘Sir’, but it was very tempting when brushing past him in the corridor to whisper ‘I love you Daddy – please make me cum again’, or some silly girly request.At school the Technology teacher was away and the class was taken by…you guessed – the Head Teacher and he had a surprise for our first day. We had been discussing the rise of Sex Robots last term – we had even been allowed to watch some rather sexy videos of them performing. But now that we were all over sixteen and (in the UK) legally allowed to have intimate relationships, he had brought in Sadie. She was an early prototype programmable sex toy – blue eyes, blonde hair, sexy figure and ever-open mouth.He introduced her: “Ch1ldren, I’d like you to meet Sadie – she’s a Teen SexBot – supposed to be about your age. She is only on loan, and I need to hand her back undamaged next week – so be gentle with her”.We all gathered around, eager to get to know her better – the boys already grabbing at her tee-shirt, pulling it out of her denim shorts.“OK – she doesn’t understand spoken commands yet – only typed ones on your laptop; so >>> SADIE, PLEASE REMOVE YOUR TOP<<< YES SIR. Off came the tee shirt, exposing a gorgeous pair of firm, high breasts with deep pink nipples.Jamie whooped:>>> ON YOUR KNEES BITCH<<< I’M SORRY I DON’T UNDERSTAND – I NEED A COMMAND Sadie replied.“Oh OK” >>> SADIE PLEASE GET ON YOUR KNEES NOW AND SUCK ME – She knelt in front of Jamie, opening his fly and taking out his growing cock.He thrust gently into her voracious mouth, tangling his hands in her long blonde hair.Now Derek moved to kneel behind her, rubbing himself against her raised butt – he balanced his laptop on the flat area at the base of her spine:>>> SADIE PULL DOWN YOUR SHORTS.She undid the belt and wriggled them down, keeping her knees together.He tried to slide up between her hot thighs, but she was way too tight for his erection:>>> OPEN UP BABY – I NEED TO FUCK YOUR ARSE.Sadie paused for a long time, she even stopped sucking Jamie to think. There was an odd mechanical noise deep in her bowels and her puckered opening relaxed, fully lubricated to accommodate Derek’s erection. Sadie backed into him, taking the head of his cock, then the entire shaft in one smooth movement – Derek yelped.Now they were really spit-roasting her so hard Teacher got worried she might break.“OK boys – you’ve had your fun – let’s see what the girls can do”.“Just a minute” as they both poured cum into both ends of her young artificial body.Lizzie went wild “Yeugh – that’s disgusting – what are we supposed to do – lick it all out?”>>> SADIE – CLEAN UP THAT MESS AND THEN SUCK MY CUNT.<<< YES MISTRESS, SORRY BUT I HAVEN’T BEEN PROGRAMMED TO MAKE LOVE TO A WOMAN – WILL YOU TEACH ME?Lizzie just looked at me: “Jess – show her, and get rid of those boys – Dad can stay”.I knelt next to Sadie, between Lizzie’s legs, pulling her thighs up onto our shoulders, so that she could see properly. She typed while I sucked.>>> SADIE – WATCH WHAT JESS IS DOING – SEE THE WAY SHE CHEWS MY CLIT.Sadie tried it – a bit rough to start with, but quickly getting the idea how much pressure to apply to a teen vagina. We took turns licking Lizzie’s cunt, then I showed her how to insert fingers.<<< IS THIS RIGHT?>>> YES BABY – KEEP DOING THAT – YOU’RE LEARNING FAST.>>> SUCK IT BABY – GET A GOOD SEAL – APPLY PRESSURE (-10).There was the sound of an air pump – Sadie’s cheeks drew in around Lizzie’s pussy lips. Then something odd happened – Lizzie’s legs convulsed – she had her first SexBot-induced orgasm. I became aware of the Head watching his daughter intently – he had never seen her climax so easily – his erection slipped into my mouth, while Sadie lowered her cunt onto his upturned face.“Can we take her home, Daddy? We both want to fuck her all night”Head Teacher’s answer was lost in between the SexBot’s thighs – he seemed to be in agreement.Sadie started to slow down – an error message appeared on my laptop:<<< HELP – MY BATTERIES ARE DOWN TO 10% - PLEASE PLUG ME INI found a charging cable in her bag, amongst all the sex toys – plugged one end into a wall socket…>>> WHERE DOES THIS END GO SADIE?She was pointing to her bottom – it looked like a tapered rubber anal plug with odd metal contacts – it fitted her perfectly.<<< THANK YOU, BABY. HERE LET ME FIND YOUR G-SPOT.I lay down, Lizzie held my ankles – Sadie’s long fingers entered my wet pussy – oh she was good. Long strokes across my clit, then deep thrusts – her hand felt like my favourite vibrator. I didn’t even care that Daddy was now rubbing his cock between my tits, threatening to erupt on my face. I was cumming and Sadie was ecstatic.

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