Gay Stories

Doctor and Physical

The clock struck one……..

This was it, my appointment time had arrived and as I sat there waiting eagerly in the doctors waiting room

I could feel the hairs on my arm start to rise, my stomach getting the feeling like it’s all tied in knots,

I just wanted to get in there to see him, my doctor was fresh out of med school he was young, tall dark hair and had the most piercing hazel/grey eyes that you can ever imagine.

When he just looked at you, you couldn’t help but just melt as he gives you that smile.

He comes out and calls my name, and I follow him into his office, he closes the door behind me as tells me to take a seat.

"What seems to be the problem today?" he says staring directly into my eyes,

It was like he was looking right into my soul,

I then shudder as I have flashing images of him taking me over his desk there and then I take a big gulp and proceed to describe my symptoms.

He tells me to hop up on the bed and remove my shirt so he can check me over,

I hop onto the bed and he tells me to remove my shirt,

I started slowly undoing my buttons which felt like forever and after the 3rd one I look up to him and catch his eyes watching me intensely.

I wondered to myself "is he enjoying this?" He’s eyes then caught mine as I reached the last button and proceeded to take my shirt of revealing my ripped abs and defined torso.

He takes his stethoscope to warm it up before placing it on my chest but as he moved into placing it on my chest his finger brush past my nipple, wow his smooth fingers just caressed the tip making my body just wants to scream with ecstasy.

He makes me lie on the bed to make me more comfortable, I place my hands above my head to expose my full chest and so he can accurately listen to my chest.

He places his other end in his ears and places the other end of my chest I stare at him intrigued wondering what he was then thinking about at that moment in time, as I then start to look at his lips I began to sense my pulse beginning to race, my heart just starts to feel like its beating out of my chest.

Surely he must hear that my heart is beating a lot faster, just as i thought it feel his hands start to move up my chest, across my clavicle, just the tip of his fingers barely touching, up along my biceps and along my forearm, it was just a gentle caress, he probably wasn’t even aware he was doing it he was that soft.

He reaches for my wrist and brings it to my side, he’s fingers reaching around then he rests them there checking my pulse to ensure it was as accurate as when he was listening to it through his stethoscope.

He looks at my chest to check my breathing why he also checks my pulse this is also quite rapid because he is just so dam hot!

He looks at me and tells me that I need to take deep breaths to control my breathing as it was a bit too fast, so I look away from him close my eyes and block him from my mind, just until , my breathing and pulse rate decrease at least.

He then brings to run his hands across my stomach pressing on it to check for any signs of tenderness, I lay there just feeling his smooth fingers as they glide across my skin, if he’s hands and fingers were this soft I wondered how the rest of his body felt.

He asks me to drop my trousers to my knees and pull my underwear down to my knees also and turn onto my side with my knees to my chin, at first i thought was dreaming and I would snap out of it at any second, I thought that my mind was working overtime, but no he had just actually asked me to do that.

I do as I’m told and layed on my side facing away from him with my trousers down and knees up, he proceeded to run his fingers down each of my vertebrae getting lower to my buttocks, wow my mind was really going into overdrive now, it was like the start of one of my fantasies.

He was only a couple of fingers away from the top of my buttocks when he stopped, I just stopped and felt like I couldn’t breathe, I just felt like I wanted to have him in my arms, on this bed, in this office and I didn’t care how but I was going to make this happen.

I hear the sound of a lid pop and the sound of rubber being stretched behind me, before I felt his breath against my ear and him say "this will be very cold, but I want you to relax, can you do that for me?" I lie there speechless, the warmth of his breath just blowing into my ears, giving me goose bumps all down my arm.

He spread my cheeks apart and placed a finger at the entrance of my hole, he asks me to take a deep breath in to which I agree and with that he slipped in two fingers, I could feel them forcing their way through me, reaching for my sweet spot, this was one part of the examination I wasn’t going to forget in a hurry!

After a few minutes, massaging my prostate I began to get aroused, I tried to subtly tried to move my hand across my genitals as to hide my shame at how hard I was getting and how turned on i was getting at a part of him being inside me, granted it wasn’t the part of his anatomy I had hoped but it was still a part of him.

He must have already noticed because he reached for my hand and moved it away so that he could see the effect he was having on my body was he getting off on watching my cock growing before his eyes and start to throb on his table where he had performed many of these before.

I think he was because he then turned me so I was flat on my back, his eyes fixated on my throbbing boner which he had just given me, he then took off his gloves placing them in the bin and reached around to my testicles and started to massage them with his right hand why his left started stroking the head.

Electricity ran through the whole of my body, his touch just making me charge, my muscles tensing with every touch, he removed his white coat and placed it over the curtain, rolled up his sleeves, loosened his tie and undid tis top 2 buttons and then, he went down on me, his lips closing around my throbbing head, he works his way down my shaft and backup again, reaching to the top and I hear him slurp up all the excess saliva, precum and then swallow it, he looks at me with his big hazel/grey eyes to see if I am paying attention and lets out a smirk.

He must be loving the taste of my cock, he was lapping it up so hard I thought he was going to rip it off, his speed was increasing, he was really getting into it as was I, this had always been a fantasy of mine since the moment our eyes first met, I wanted him and I was also curious if he wanted me too.

I reach for the belt on his trousers and start to undo it so I could reciprocate the favor, I drop his trousers and tight boxers in one big swoop the sexual chemistry between us was just so intense it was like it was now or never moment and I just wanted him inside me, his bare cut cock pounding away at my arse, his balls making the slapping sound as they banged into my cheeks.

I pull him closer and start guzzling away on his averaged sized cut cock, mmm the precum was just so warm, his cock just pulsating in my mouth, I could hear him beginning to gag on my throbbing errection as it hits the back of his throat, trying to take as much of me as he can.

He stops and pulls away, reaching for the already open tube of lube rubbing it all over his cock and places some on his fingers, pushing his fingers inside me again ensuring that I’m wet and lubed and ready for me to take him.

He turns me over, and climbs onto the bed bringing me onto all fours, places his cock at the right height and thrusts himself into me, letting off a groan as he enters me.

I sit up so that my bum falls into his lap making him deeper inside me, he reaches around and starts to stroke my lubricated cock why he continues to thrust, I feel his lips kissing just below my earlobe his other hand around my neck holding my head up and not being able to move it.

He reaches down rubbing his fingers through the hairs on my chest stroking each follicle I could feel the sweat building up between us, as our bodies entwine and embrace each other, reaching for my nipple, he gives it a tweak between his fingers, my legs begin to quiver and shaked with excitement and anticipation.

His cock rubbing my prostate with every thrust making me want to shoot my load, I feel it building up inside me and pant harder the closer I get, I let out a big groan as I just let my load fall from my cock all over his fingers, covering them with my hot sticky liquid, as he watches me cumming he gets more aroused, making him get deeper, I push back and move forward so he is close to coming out of me and then push back into him so he’s deep inside again.

I done this a couple of times before he grunts and groans and loses control and his only option is to cum inside me, he reaches for my neck again as he is just about to shoot, kissing me from behind, the passion intensifying.

He shoots his load deep inside, his ejaculatory muscle throbbing to each squirt the he deposits inside of me, we both sit on the edge of the bed and just kiss until our breathing returns to normal, we pull apart and continued to get dressed, his cum still inside me I pull up my underwear, button up my shirt and sort out my hair as not to look suspicious when I walk out of his room.

I walk out of his room thanking him for his time and walked home…… I never did get a diagnosis of why I went to see him, but the treatment I got was a lot better than any pills or medicine he could have prescribed.

Gay Stories

Sun, 16 Jul 2017 09:19:03 UTC

mera pehla crossdresser sex

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Aur bhaiya aai meri himmat ni pad ri dekhne par mena namste bola… Bdi himmat se aur unhine smile ki aur pucha kaise ho… Mena kha theek hu ap sunao ….. Unhine kha m b theek…. Phir vo chale gye khana khane… Buji ne kha… Tum bhaiya ki room m so jao .. Sunke jaise mujhe attack sa aa gya…. Aur andr se khushi bhi… Hui… Ki aj shyd phir vohi hoga…. Phir mena kha theek h aur mein room m jake soo gya…. Aur khana vana kha ke aai.. Thode dar bad… Mein to unko hi intezar kr ri thi.. Bas sona ka natak kiya tha…. Vi aaye aur let gye.. Mujhe pta tha vo kuch krega.. Aur is bar unki himmat bhi bd gye thi…. Last time se… To kuch dar bad…. Vo mera bilkul pas aaye aur… Mera uper ek baju aur ek tamg chada di…. Meina thoda kamp si gyi….. Aur shyd unhe pta tha ki mein sone ka natak kr rhi hu…. Isliya unhone koi reaction nhi kiya aur… Mera uper hi chad gye…. Phir meri ass se apna lun touch krne lge…. … Mujhe phir vohi feeling aane lge… Aur maze lena lgi m….. Thode sar bad unhone khas se daba liya mujhe… Meina socha ab kya karu… Toh mein thoda hili.. Mera hilna par vo thoda piche hue…. Aur alag ho gye…. Ab aage ki galti meri thi… Mujse rha nhi gya….. Meina apne ass khud hi kuch der unka dick touch kr di aur vhi ruk gyi…. Phir unhe lga ki shyd ab mein mood m hu… Aur phir unho pehla word kha mujse….. KAISA LAG RHA…….. Mena dhere se kha ACHA….. bhaiya ne mujhe apni taraf kar liyaa…. Meri to aankhe niche thi… Vo mera lips ko chipak gye…. Mujhe kuch ajeez sa lga…. Aur dur jane ki koshish ki par…. Vo to pura zor lga chuke thi… Unhone ne mera lips pure juicy kr diya…. Phir thoda maza aane lga….. Jab m dhile pad gye to vo smj gye ki.. Ab kam ban gye…. Aur phir kissing m b apne lips ghumane lgi…. Aur unhone mujhe tightly hug kr liyaa daba liyaa aur mena b apne se pura zor lgaya phir vohi rubbing aage se hi…. Zor zor se….. .. Thode dar bad… Unhone mujhe shod diya…. Mein to bas unhe dekh ni pa ri thi .. Phir vo bole kaisa lga tujhe.. Meina pehla chup rhi vo phir vole bta na… Mena kha. Acha.. Aur phir unhone kha….. Ye ek game h…. Tu khelage… Bahut maza ata h…. Uswaqt mein hosh ni thi… Kyi maza to bahut aya tha… Mena kha theek h… Par kya krte h isme bas itna hi.. Bhaiya bole nhi…. Abhi bahut kuch h…. Ruk mein ata hu… Bhaiya gye aur laptop le aai… Mujhe blue film dikhane lge….. Mena first time b. F dekhi us din….. Aur ap soch skte jab first koi blue film dekhta h to kya feel hota h… Bas mujhe to bahut horny lgne lg….. Usme pehla kissing sucking aur phir dick dekha us boy ka jo film m bahut bda the aur mera shota sa… Meina socha… Ue kya h.. Vo ladki use suck kr ri thi… Toh mena puch liya ye kya h…. Vo bole ye vhi game khel rha h… Kaise lag rhi…. Meina socha ab kya btau… Kaise lg ri h….. Hosh bekabu ho rha tha…. Mena kha achi hi… Toh phir vo bole tu aur mein b khelaga ye game…. Phir mena kha par kaise ye ladki h…. Vo bole koi bat tu….. Tu b ban jiage… Pta ni kyu ladki banne ki bat mujhe bahut achi lgi… Mena socha try krna chacia…. Aur waqt to bhooy sawaar tha sex…. To vo bole theek h….. Kal mein tujhe laa dunga sab kuch tu rat ko ready ho jna…. To phir hum so gye agle di subah m bahut late uthe kyuki late soya tha aur uthte hi dekha ki bhaiya chle gye h.. Meri man to bas vo aag thod rhi thi… Aur wait kr rhi thi bhaiya ka…. Duphar ko vo aa khana khie…. Toh mein bahr tha… Unhine mujhe andr bulaya…. Mein gya…. Room to dekha…. Vo ek suit bra panty aur make uo ka samaan lie the… Unhone kha use sambhal ke rakhna shupa ke…. Meina rakh aur vo chale.. Gye… Mera sa wait ni ho rha tha…. Sachiiiii….. Jaise hi rat hui humne khana khaya….. 9 bj gye… Sab sone ja rhe the…. Ar tabhi bhaiya… Aai ar bole aj bahut kam tha…. Buji mujhe boli tu ja soo ja ye aa jiaga. Khana kha kr mena kha theek h… Ar mein room m chala gya.. Ar bhaiya ka intezar krne lgaa thode dar bad bhaiya aaye aur unho me pehla darwaza band kiya…. Light on kre….. Aur mujhe bola…. Uth ja rani….. Mujhe sunke harani lgi… Mena bola kon… Bole tu aur kon….. Mena kha kaise… Bole abhi pta chl jiaga…. Aur kha vo samaan nikal… Mena.. Nikalta… Toh usme ek suit tha… Red color tha ek bra ek panty white color ki… Air nail polish lipstick .. Aur magnetic jhumke aur chudiyan.. Mena kha ye sab kya karna h…. Bole tera liya h… Tyar ho ja…. Mein andr se itne khush hui ki koi thikana hi nhi….. Kasam se… Mein mirror ka samne gyi…. Saman liya…. Aur khdi ho gyi… Aur mein pehli bar crossdressing krne wali thi… Koi experience nih mujhe… Mena pehla apne kapde utare.. .. Aur nude doo gya… Bahiya ko mena bahr bhej diya tha…. Vo bole theek h jldi krna… Pehla mena panty dali.. Ar dekha kaise lg ri…. Bilkul tite aur meri ass ki size 34 tha ab to 36…sheesha m dekha to ass bikul fit aa rhi thi… Phir mena braa lgie par mujse lag ni rhi thi… Phir utar ke dekha… Ki isme hook h… Phir hook phasi bdi muskil se ar socha girls pta ni kaise krti h … Phir salwar lgir aur dekha do sponge balks mena socha kya h… Phir mena socha puch lu… Toh yad aya ise bra m dalna h fit krne ka liya to vo dal diye.. Phir ksmeez lgie… To ab to 70 %, ladki ban gyi thi…. Phir mena nail polish lgaya… Phir lipstick.. Vaoooooo mirror m dekha to bahut sexy ho gye the lips….. Phir jhumke lgie n last m churiya…. Phir vig dekhi… Par mujhe lgana ni aai toh mena socha khud lgiege phir mena darwaza khol diyaa…. Vo dekhte hi hairan ho gue….. Mena kha kya hua…. Bole kon h ye pari…. Mena kha bas….. Ab ye lo ise lgao mujse lag ni rha.. Toh unho ne lgaya… Phir m dupatte leka gyi Mirror ka samne…. Kya btau kya lag ri thi….. Nachme lgi… M… Bhaiya bole… Maza aa ma…. Tu ladki hi h….. Mena kha ha.. Bahut acha feel horha h… To bhaiya ne pocket se ice cream nikale…. Mena kha… Mera liya h…. Vo haan pad abhi nhi bad m… Phir bole chal ab bed pe…. Mein chalo gyii… Phir sochne lgi kya kya hoga….. …. .. Itne m bhaiya aa gye bole…. Tu pankan nhi priya h… Shyd unki g. F ka nam tha….. Mena kha theek h…. Aur laptop mei ek b. F lga di….. Bas usko dekh dekh ke apna romance bhi shuru ho gya.. Vo mera pas bole i love you priya…. Aur shyd unhone pee hui thi mujhe asa lga par mein boli nhi….. Mein chup rhi…. Vo bole bol…. Meina kha kya…. Bole i love you….. Meia b bol diya… I love you….. Bas.. Phir… Bhaiya… Ne.. Mera duphata hatya… Aur mera lips ko chusna lge….. Vaoooooo mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh …. Lambi kissing.. Smooch….. Mer i kissing fav. H…. Mena b pura sath diya…. Phir unho mera lios shod diya….. Aur sedka gla pe chale.. Gye…… Mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh…. Priiya…. Aahhhhhahhhhh aaahhhhhh merako to yeh ho rha lips pd inna pr gla m pta ni m machlne lge….. Jaise fish machlti h na vaise….. Meina unko sir pakad liya… Zorse…. Hug kr diya……. Mujhe lita diya…… Ar kissing mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mena aahe bharne lge…. Vo i love you bhaiya bol ri thi…. Aur unhone ek hath mera boobs ko daba rha rhe…. Phir mujhe bithaya aur meri kameez utaru di ar apni shirt b…… Phir.. Bas shuru ho gye. Mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh… Meri back ko ruk krne lge mujhe maza aa rha tha….. Phir unhone hook khol di….. Aur bra nikal di…. Aur mera shote boobs ki bari…. Pehla to vo kissing kr rhe the… Mujhe bahut acha lag rha…. Par jaise hi unhone bite kiya mera nipple ko m to uth gyi dard ke mare… Hai raabba…..aaahhhhhhhhhhh. Bole kya hua… Mha dardd hui…. Bole kuch ni h…… Tu let ja…. Phir vo sucking krne lge ar mujhe maza aane lga…. Meina socha aj pta ni kya hoga….. .. Mari gye….. Bhaiya ne phir bite krna shuru pehla sucking phir bite… Mujhe dard ka sath sath maza aa rha tha….. Mein to bas aahhhhh ahhhhh.. Ki awaaz nikal rhi thi…. Mauka m unhone meri salwar khol di mujhe pta b ni chala…. Ar meri ass pe hath pherna lge…. Ar hole pe touch krne lge…. Mujhe to double maza aane lga…… Mena bole bhaiya i love you…… Shadi krega hum…. Vo bole.. Ha abhi krega… Priya….. Haii rabaa.. Bahut maza aa rha tha…. Phir… Unho ne mujhe nude kr diya….. Sirf panty…. M us waqt bahut grm thi…. Bs jaisa vo lr rhe the m sath sath….. Mujhe apne chest sucking krne ko kha… M b pagalo ki para pad gyi… Mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh mmmmmuuuaaaaaaaabahahhhhhh … Ar bite… Vo bole aaram. Se….. Ar hasne lge….Meina… Pura maza lena lgi…… Unhone ne apna hath meri panty m dal diya hole pe… Ghumne lge…. Meim aur garm hone lge…. Aur umke nipples chusne lge…. Aur phir unhine thook lgaya.. Aur phir ghumne lga.. Mujhe pta ni kya ho rha h… Bhaiya.. Ne dusre hath mujhe aone aur kheech aur mujhe kissing krne lga aur muh ba s mera band hi kr diya….. Mein b pura maza lena lgi…. Aur bas mauka dekhte hi unhone… Meri ass m ungli dal di…. Aai haiii vo. Dard kisi btau m…. Par kissing m vo dard shup gya… Arein ni bole kuch phir… Bhaiya ungli andr bahr krne lga aaram se…. 5 min hui meri ass ki speed apne aap hi bad gyi…. Aur aur bhaiya smj gye… Aj baby tyar h….. Firing ka liya….. Aur… Ungli bahr ki.. Aur… Mujse…. Bole ki baith ja meina baith gyi…. Bhaiya ne apna lund mer hath m diya…. Bola nikal mena nikala…. Bolne lge… Kiss kr.. Mena kha ni isko ni….. Vo bole sirf kiss…… Ek kiss to mera unke top ek kiss ki… Top pe…. Bahut soft tha lips se bhi soft… Andr se mera man to khane kha kar gya tha… Par…. Thoda drama to krna tha phir bole ye… Bahut tasty hota h chus isko… Mgaa ni .. Phir unhone ice-cream nikle aur lun pe lga di mena kha ye kya kiya… Bole ab to tu khiege isko….. Haiii rabbaa…. Meim jannat mein thi us din….. Meima… Unka topa muh m le liya…. Vaoooooooooo kyaaa tastyyyyyyyyyyy tha…… Kasmam…. Se…. Mujhe uska lad dick se pyar ho gya tha…… Bas chuste rhu…… Mena sari ice-cream chat li phir mena…. Bola bas … Bole nhi.. Abhi isko muh me le… Mena bahut mna kiya par nhi mane…. Aur mena bas jaise hi topa muh m lena ka liya muh kiya mera muh pakad ke.. Andr dal diya….. Meri saas ruk gyi…. Aur… Thoda ghabra gyi….. .. Bhaiya nhi ruke.. Aur…. Bas mera mouth fuvk krne lge… Mein bas dekhne rhi… Bas thode dar bad… Thoda maza aane lga mena muh hilane lge toh bhiaya ne pressure kam kr diya… .. Mein ab khid hi chusme lgi…. Phir.. Bahiya ne… Mujhe ulta kiya….. Aur… Meri ass pe lun rakh diya….. .. Ar teel dala…. Pehla mein josh m thi… Mena kha bhiaya dal please……. Bhaiya bole achaaa rani…… Unhone ne ek dakka… Diya. Lund aadha andr. Pura zor lga gye thi…. Mummy kasm.. Yrrr.. Meri jaan nikl gyi aur mein bhange lgii… Aur bolne lgi nhi nikalo bahut dard ho rha…. Aaahhhhhh aaaaahhhhhh ahhhhhha ahhhhhh…. Par bhiaya ab garm the toh unko laga m bhag rhi to uper hi chad gye aur pura zor lgaya tha par lung 75 % hi andr gya tha mein roni wali ho gye unhine ni dekha…. Bas… Uper chade rhe ho kissing start…. Koi 3 min bad.. Bhaiya thoda pivje ar ek ar jhatka…. Is bar to dard sedha mera gla tak aa paunch mena socha mar gyi aj…. Jaise kaise bas sehan kr ri thi….. Aur chekkaa… Aaaaahhhh please mat kroo please….. Koi 5 min bad shud lun set ho gya tha bhaya dakke marne lge.. Aaram se…. Ek bar pura nikala phir dala phir mujhe dard nhi hua….. … Itna… 10 kin bad mujhe maza aane pta ni kyu dard khayab ho gya…. Ar mein sochne lgi ki kya ye sab hota h… Vaoooooooo…… Mein gand aage piche krne lge…. Bhaiya. .. Smj phir position m aaye doggy style.. Ar phir zor dar dhakke lag rhae. The aur meri awaaz.. Aaaaahhh ahhhh love you so much….. Aahhhh…. Koi 10 min bad…. Bhaiya ka kam hone wala. Tha bhaiya bahra niklaa ar mujhe lita diya…. Aur mera muh pe chad gye…. 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Gay Stories

Sun, 25 Jun 2017 10:23:13 UTC

Dana & the Angel of Lost Girls

Part 1 – Looking for Love

Dana pulled out of the parking lot and out into traffic. Just a short jaunt down Third Street and then on to the interstate. She had been anxiously waiting all week for after work Friday, the day when she would set off on her great adventure. It was quite an incredible undertaking. If any of her friends knew what she was up to they would never have believed it; she could hardly believe she was going through with this herself. But if nothing else life had made her very brave and considering her circumstances; her plan was not all that incredible but still very bold. Dana was going to the big city for the weekend, to find and make love to another woman.

Her mind was set on the notion. She had planned it for months and even made a reconnaissance trip to iron out the details. She probably could have found a suitable partner from among the eclectic collection of coeds on the college campus but Laramie, Wyoming was a small city and it was hard to keep such misadventures quiet. No, Dana was driving to Denver. It was the biggest city in the region. Whatever she wanted – they had it in Denver. Apart from finding a discrete partner she also wanted the option to be as discriminating as possible. Her mother had always told her that if she was going to try something for the first time, give it a fair chance and try the very best. She thought that, surely, from the larger sample of lesbians in a big city she would have the best prospect of finding a highly skilled and appealing companion. Her plan was perfect. She would have a little fling and then discretely sneak back home. No one would ever know.

She accelerated to speed, adjusted her mirror, and checked her watch. She should be arriving around 7:30. Plenty of time to check in, change her clothes and hit the night. Dana thought about her evening’s plans. She did not know exactly what or who she would encounter but she knew how. She knew that if she positioned herself well her natural graces were always enough to propel circumstances in her favor.

She was by no means a drop-dead beauty but she was cute, in fact, darned cute if she had to admit it. She wore her short, curly red hair in a sassy fluff around her head. Her face was round with full cheeks, a sweet little turned-up nose, and a broad expressive mouth with Cupid’s Bow lips. Her big, playful eyes were a vivid blue and her brows slanted upwards toward her nose giving her face an overall warm, congenial appearance, especially when she smiled. She did not have a figure that provoked lustful stares. Her breasts were small and her hips narrow but she had legs like a dancer and she could use them to attract all kinds of attention when she wanted to. She was pretty enough to stand out from the crowd and she considered herself well equipped for this quest. She was confident she would succeed in her mission and she looked forward to the insight she would gain from this trip.

Someone might ask, ‘Why would an attractive, heterosexual, 23 year-old, small town raised, young professional woman be setting off on such an uncharacteristically bold adventure?’ If she had such an urge to experiment with her sexuality, why not do it in the carefree days of college when such behavior might be more easily excused? Why at this stage of her life after her career had started and her social potential being realized? To Dana, the situation was not so difficult to understand. From her perspective it had always been almost inevitable. She was a hermaphrodite.

Dana was most definitely a woman. She had ovaries, a uterus, and a vagina; exhaustive tests as a girl had verified her sexual identity. Her external genitalia were somewhat less distinct. Firstly, her labia were much larger, in fact, enormous by comparison to most women. They were the same shape and in the same position as most women but Dana’s were long flaps of pinkish brown skin that could easily stretch beyond her panty line if she did not carefully tuck them away. When she became sexually aroused they puffed up and spread apart invitingly like the petals of a delicate flower and sweated on the inside the same musky secretions as her vagina. The flaps met at the top of her sexual opening where they formed the hood above her clitoris and it was here that her genitalia became most ambiguous.

Dana called her clitoris a penis because that was what it looked like. It protruded from her and dangled in front of her sex, it had a soft, stretchy skin of an olive complexion, it had a very sensitive glans at the end, and it even had a foreskin around the tip. It had no urethra, hers was below just like all other women, but it responded to sexual stimulation just like a penis. When Dana became aroused her penis would lengthen, swell, harden and raise itself to point toward her naval in a graceful arch; heralding her arousal and prominently begging for attention. It was her biggest and most closely guarded secret; a secret that had controlled and shaped every aspect of her life. And now it had become the central guiding focus of her strange weekend quest. To Dana it was a trip she had been planning since she was a girl. After all, one could not have such an organ and not wonder about its potential uses.

Dana was glad for the long drive it gave her time to think, about her plans, about her past, about herself.

It had been a long love/hate relationship between Dana and her genitals. She hated them because they drove away her father. Unable to cope with her indistinct gender, he ran away shortly after she was born never to be heard from again.

She hated them for the sheltered life she had been restricted to. Her mother was very protective and constantly steeled Dana against any situation that might compromise her dainty secret or weaken her vigilance. There were so many maturing rituals a young girl should partake in that Dana could not because of her secret. All the slumber parties, sports, and of course, teenage lust she had to keep shy of. There were a few times necking with some boy she was infatuated with when her arousal almost let itself show. These were warnings to her about the fragile nature of her secret and how destructive to her life it might be if her supplemental sexuality was ever discovered.

At the same time she loved her little something extra. It was not only a part of her; it was the epicenter of the most intense delight she had ever known. Her orgasms were tremendous and she attributed them to her very sensitive penis. Many were the nights, sheltered in darkness, quietly in her room that her young fingers crept tenderly over her flesh to find that tempting treasure. Pulling her panties down she would tease her penis into erection with one hand while with the other dragging up musky wetness from her flowering vagina and spreading it around as a lubricant. Fully aroused and suitably aided she worked a two-pronged attack; on her penis and on her vagina. With one dainty finger swirling within the sensitive mouth of her pussy, she pulled and rubbed her erect clitoris that rose in an arc toward her navel. She took her time, manipulating herself, prolonging the pleasure, building it up to that huge release and the soothing peace that followed.

There were complications, though. Her vaginal orgasms were like any other woman’s but when her clitoral orgasms struck Dana she would gush forth from her urethra, just below her penis. It of course wasn’t sperm, but it wasn’t urine either. It was a thick slippery substance that would, depending on her sexual tension, dribble out quickly and run down her slit or sometimes squirt out in rapid jets. When she masturbated, she always kept a wash cloth with her, to catch the mess.

Dana treasured her climaxes, but she treated herself to them very sparingly. What she had always desired the most was someone to share her physical joy with, and masturbation was a distraction she did not want to become dependant on. Sadly, Dana had not been very successful in finding that someone.

Her first foray into love was with a boy she had known since kindergarten. They had always been close friends and started dating when they were 16. They had many necking and guarded light petting sessions but Dana never let it go too far until one night three months before their graduation. Dana broke down and let him venture his wandering hands past the hem of her skirt. She tried urgently to forewarn him of what he would find; she was so sure she could trust him to appreciate her special circumstance and to not freak out over what he found.

She was wrong. He completely came unglued, called her a fag as if she was some boy playing an elaborate hoax on him. He spat on her and pushed her out of his car to walk home alone. If that was not bad enough, by the following Monday the story was all over town.

Her entire life was abruptly torn up by the roots and destroyed. Her friends abandoned her, people stared, her mother cried almost constantly. Unable to function in the tiny town, she had to test out of high school, leave her mother and her home to start college early in far away Laramie. She never went back and she could only visit her mother if they met outside town. It was a cold cruel lesson for her, one that left her feeling shattered, robbed, and very alone.

In college she kept to herself with her nose in her books. It was hard to constantly exclude herself from all the festivities and distractions but she knew too well the consequences of letting down her guard. In her junior year she met a young man, a senior, with a promising future that she had a strong yearning for and he loved her too. He was a good man, very patient, intelligent and understanding. This time she carefully, gradually exposed him to her condition months before the relationship got physical. He was unafraid and completely discrete. When the time was right she offered him her virginity. She was so happy that he addressed her sex bravely. The encounter was a little tense, slightly hesitant. Not knowing for sure how to address it, he would not touch her proudly erect organ protruding prominently in front of his own but the rest of his foreplay was thorough and effective. He consummated their love, entered her, broke her hymen and they engaged in complete and mutually satisfying intercourse.

With her erection nestled in the tangle of his pubic hair and her labia spread wide around his puffed scrotum, they wrapped their arms around each other in a tight lover’s embrace, whispering passionate entreaties into each others ears. After overcoming the brief pain of defloration, she regaled in his arms; it was without exception not only the most pleasurable experience of her life but also the ultimate completion of her being. He was bringing her in from the cold and welcoming her into the human race. All the cruel years of self repression were washing away with his every stroke. Working with him her body became a treasure of joy for her underneath his; giving her pleasure she could never have given herself. They clung together and moved in a smooth, undulating syncopation, climbing their lust like a team. As he churned his penis deep within her newly awoken vagina, Dana bucked and ground against his every thrust, gyrating her own penis against his coarse, clinging curls. She matched him in his mounting joy, riding his passion with him as a devoted partner; she waited to accept his culminating ejaculation as a woman.

She felt him tense and groan, then his emission, a pulsing jet deep within her. The sensation and the realization that came with it pushed her over the edge. As he was still enjoying his climax she ground against him tightly and triggered her own release. She came, and as usual when she came, she gushed forth her own ejaculation. In a series of quick, gentle spurts her thick, viscose fluid erupted from her urethra and into his pressing pubes, slowly dribbling down over his testicles. Simultaneous bliss, the moment was truly theirs, or so she would have thought.

Her release had an immediate, chilling effect on him. He tried hard not to let it show or to hurt her feelings but she knew he was uncomfortable with the net effect of their bonding. Her erection still stood defiantly, unrepentant in front of her sex and a gooey glob of her discharge soaked the patch of hair above his flagging erection. Of course he was very understanding and gracious to a fault, and his love for her was clear and beyond reproach. But she knew he had a little difficulty in facing the reality of her condition. Sometimes the subtle signs of rejection are the most hurtful to a partner’s ego. Regardless, they set it aside, and curled up in each other’s arms to sleep like lovers.

She was so happy to be made complete and have consummated their love, but from that point on their relationship decayed. He still loved her but the distinctly masculine traits of her sexuality clearly disturbed him. They overcame some of his discomfort by changing their coital position – they had sex “doggie style”. By entering her from behind he was spared confrontation with her strangely configured genitalia but it left out a great deal of the intimacy that Dana craved so much. She could, of course, stimulate herself, and she did, to share pleasure and release with him. She stroked and massaged her erection with a free hand as he thrust against her, he never deterred her. They had frolicking, rancorous sex and he enjoyed himself to his completion. Dana achieved hers too, spilling herself against his testicles and driving shaft, without his noticing. As his cum spilled from her and mixed with hers, the illusion was complete. He was still slightly chilled by her condition. He never touched her down there and if he ever came into contact with her ejaculate, he recoiled in revulsion.

They kept their relationship together all the way to his graduation. In spite of all his entreaties, appeals and promises of devotion, Dana still sensed reluctance in him and loved him enough to let him go. She released him to a life he would not have to constantly defend, to some other lover with whom he could be completely free. It hurt them both but she felt it was the honest thing to do. He left town and disappeared from her life.

Her mourning was dark and cynical. She began to associate with a gloomy crowd of social dissenters and cultural critics. Among them she met and moved in with an attractive, rakish English Literature Major who sold used cars to pay his bills. He drank heavily and smelled of stale cigarettes but he had no apprehension about her sex. He ignored her clitoris almost completely. As far as her ejaculation was concerned, he was downright squeamish but undeterred. He was by no means a good or even satisfying lover but she never had to question where she stood with him. As depressed as she was, it would not have mattered anyway.

Their love making was arduous and forced, usually while intoxicated. They were somewhat clumsy though very physical lovers, and they went through all the motions of intense sex yet something was missing. She had to work too hard to achieve her climax and when it came it was physically enjoyable but did not even begin to soothe her emotional needs. It was like being half numb or having sex by remote control.

She usually got off after he had passed out, she would straddle him and ride on top of him with his semi-erection stuffed up inside her. Through the bleary daze of alcohol she slid and ground against him, making believe the tumescent flesh squeezed in her yearning pussy was the raging cock of an inspired lover. With a free hand she pulled, squeezed and jerked-off her erection for stimulation no one else would give her. When she had reached her peak and spat out her cum over his cock and balls it was a lonely victory, not the joy she longed to share.

Their affair was not love; it was just going through the motions. As time progressed it became a mockery of love. He got into cocaine and soon every spare dime he could get his hands on went up his nose. In the end, he tried to get her to sell herself to a truck driver because they needed the money. At that point their relationship was no longer just an enigma of contrived emotions, it was a hazard. She sneaked away in the middle of the night and never looked back.

The yawning light of her new found freedom and sobriety healed her many wounds. She got stronger, more self reliant, and she focused herself strictly on the non-sexual aspects of her life. She graduated, established a career and settled into a safe, comfortable routine.

Until now. A question that she had carried since adolescence burned inside her and was nagging for an answer. Thus – her adventure.

Dana tried to imagine all the possible scenarios so she would be ready. As she drove, she began to wonder about the type of woman she would meet. Would she be just an average lady or one of those masculine types? What kind of role should she play – the submissive or the aggressor? How would she expose her secret to them, up front or as a surprise? There were so many uncertainties, she did not like the idea but she would have to play a lot of this by ear and make the appropriate moves based on how things evolved.

She made good time, pulling in to the motel parking lot a half hour sooner than she had planned. She checked into her room and freshened up with a quick shower. Fully expecting a lucky encounter, she powdered and perfumed herself for a lover’s enchantment before slipping into her finest, shear black pantyhose, a blue short-sleeve silk blouse to bring out her eyes, and a short, pleated, blue skirt. Her legs were her best asset and she chose a pair of black, high-heeled, ‘f#ck-me’ shoes to accentuate them. Looking at herself in the mirror she surmised, ‘If I wanted to bring home a man tonight, this would definitely do it.’ She just hoped girls liked the same bait.

Out to her car and on to the freeway. She knew where she was going. Her recon trip and some pointed inquiries had helped her find some gay bars on South Broadway, where all the art galleries were.

The first place on her list was called The Footloose. Dana parked around the corner, primped herself one more time in the rear view mirror and bound out of her car in a quick dash for the door. What greeted her inside were mostly the shocked stares of scattered, well-groomed, slender men. ‘Could I be in the wrong place?’ she wondered. There were two women sitting at the bar. One was a sleek woman in her mid-forties in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Sitting next to her was a pretty, young blonde in a white t-shirt. Their interlocked arms made it clear to all they were a couple. Dana took a seat at the bar near the pair hoping to garnish their cloistered feminine appeal should any other women show up. She asked the bartender for a Cabernet and casually familiarized herself with her surroundings.

It was a tidy, stylish place with a neat bar, clean little wooden tables and a dance floor. She sipped her wine and waited for some one, any one, to show her a little benevolence. It was an act in futility. The men did not seem to care if women existed at all. The two women would intermittently throw themselves into a passionate kiss and then look about the room, scanning for a reaction. They were as indifferent to Dana as the men. She waited twenty minutes and in that time the two women left, ten more men arrived and Dana just got lonely.

She hopped off her stool and dashed back to her car. The errant foray had emboldened her. It was not as hard as she had thought. Hopefully the next place on her list would be more suitable. It was a place further up Broadway called The Compound. Dana liked it because it had a discrete parking lot in the back. She took a deep breath after berthing her car and sauntered to the entrance. Standing inside the doorway, she stopped and gathered her bearings. She saw about her women’s faces, seated at tables, playing pool, and standing in a row leaning against the bar. They all marked her entrance, looking her over with more than casual curiosity.

Dana smiled; this was the right place. She stepped forward, between the tables and the bar, and stood in a wide stance (a good way to grab attention if you have nice legs). She regarded the first woman there, a tall, burly blonde woman in a sleeveless t-shirt and her hair slicked back in a kind of D.A. The next woman at the bar was a stocky brunette with a mullet and a black leather vest who stepped in front of Dana and said, “Hey, doll. How’s about I buy you a drink and we get cozy?”

Before Dana could summarize the ramifications of that offer a big pink arm whizzed past her head and the burly blonde’s palm smacked against the brunette’s shoulder, the blonde thundered, “She’s in my territory, asshole!” The brunette responded with a right cross that missed its mark. Dana was dumbfounded as the two women locked arms and tore at each other just inches from her face. A big, broad man behind the bar climbed over it and landed beside the two women, wrenching them apart with his long arms.

Too shocked to move, Dana felt a hand grasp her gently but firmly by the elbow and extract her from the ruckus. The bartender and some friends separated the combatants and they withdrew to opposite ends of the bar. As the women at the bar shuffled positions to absorb the newly opened space Dana turned to look at her rescuer. She beheld an attractive woman in her mid forties dressed in black slacks and a pink silk blouse with a sweater draped around her shoulders. She had short, curly brown hair neatly bunched around a very wholesome, June-Cleaver-ish face. The woman smiled warmly at Dana and said, “You’re new here, aren’t you?” Taking Dana’s shocked silence for an answer she continued, “We’d better just avoid the war zone until you learn the ropes.”

Guiding Dana back to her table by the wall they passed another woman sitting alone at an adjacent table who laughed and said, “Smooth sailing, cream puff.” This was a lean, young blonde woman in blue jeans, tank top and cowboy hat; pretty in a kind of unwashed sort of way.

“Oh, Jan. Behave,” replied Dana’s savior to the wild, giddy cowgirl. Pulling Dana down to a chair beside her, the pleasant woman said, “My name’s Ruth. Don’t mind Jan she’s just having fun.”

“I’m Dana,” she offered. Dana had planned to use an alias but that slipped.

“Well, hi, Dana, and welcome,” said her new friend. “Tell us what brings you to our dreary little dive.” As she spoke, Jan slid her chair toward their table to include herself into the welcoming committee.

“I’m just… kind of… well, I’m looking for some companionship,” said Dana. She was feeling a bit shy and uneasy. It seemed strange to her to go to a place expressly looking for sex. This kind of conduct was so foreign to her, but she did find comfort in the notion that every woman in the room was drawn there by virtue of their sexuality and a quest for coupling. Why else would she be there? She was also feeling an attraction for both of these women. Either one would surely make a suitable partner. “I’m new to this,” she ventured, hoping for sympathetic appeal.

“A virgin!” blurted out Jan with a raucous laugh and entirely too loud. “I ain’t touchin’ that.”

Dana felt the stare of every woman in the bar turn on her.

“Jan! That’s uncalled for,” said Ruth crossly as she reached in her purse and drew out a ten. She slid it toward Jan and said, “Why don’t you go get us a drink? What are you having, Dana?”

“Burgundy is fine. Thank you,” she said, still trying to overcome her embarrassment. Jan nabbed the bill and headed for the bar.

Ruth patted her on the arm, “Jan’s a little rough around the edges -, she drives a cab all day. She’s actually very sweet before she’s had too many.”

Dana was quickly growing a fondness for this woman. She was pretty, kind, warm, and understanding. She thought maybe her search would be over sooner than she expected. Surely this woman would make a perfect lover for her first time. “You’ve been very sweet,” Dana ventured. “How would you like to take home a virgin,” she continued, half jokingly but still half in earnest?

“Oh, me,” Ruth said as she dropped her glance and began fiddling with her hair, obviously flattered? “I’m… spoken for. But perhaps I can steer you to the right young lady.”

“Well, I guess Jan is out,” chuckled Dana. “I’m hoping to find someone really special, really good, and really patient. Somebody who will make my experience memorable.”

“There’s Bobbie,” suggested Ruth. “That blonde girl on the stool. She’s available and very sweet.”

Glancing over casually, Dana considered the pleasant, dainty woman in snug, girl-next-door jeans. “She’s cute. Does she like adventure?” That, of course, would be crucial.

“Adventure,” said Ruth with a sly sideways glance? “Mmm,… Neecie! Denice, the girl in the skirt, playing pool. She’s a dancer. Ballet. She’s from a prominent family. She tamed Jan once. Not a fast mover, she likes to get acquainted first.”

Dana watched the sinewy, superlatively toned strawberry blond in the fashionably torn mid-drift and matching skirt. Definitely a sensuous creature, with a body built to perform. The package she advertised certainly promised an affair to remember. ‘Wow,’ thought Dana. ‘If I had enough time, that’s the kind of woman I wanted to find.’ “I’m only in town for the weekend, … but…” She did not really intend for her quest to extend into multiple trips, but that girl was truly exciting.

“In a hurry, huh? Well, someone else does come to mind, she’s a bit extreme,” proposed Ruth. “She is very beautiful, a skillful and thorough lover,… uh, so I hear… very accommodating and she likes first-timers. She’s… (How shall I say?)… A lady of the evening. Her name is Angel.”

“A prostitute,” asked Dana in a shocked whisper? She was alarmed that her adventure had strayed into felonious territory. Could she venture that far? Maybe she could. Pondering it quickly, maybe it was the perfect solution. This Angel was good, she liked beginners, and as a professional she could not shirk her duty no matter what she confronted. “Well, OK. I could do that. That would suit me just fine, I guess.” Just then Jan returned with their drinks and plopped down in her chair. “Tell me what I have to do to meet this Angel,” continued Dana anxiously.

“Angel!” exclaimed Jan with a laugh, entirely too loud and again drawing attention from the entire room. “If you can afford Angel why are we buying you drinks?”

“Jan,” whispered Ruth with a frown! “Try to put yourself in our friend’s shoes and stop being such a bore!” Softening and turning back to Dana, “Understand, I’ve never been with her,” Ruth said, primping her hair again, self consciously, “but my partner… who should be here by now,… she has and she would at least help you find her.”

“Poindexter,” said Jan almost choking on a big gulp of beer? “What a waste.”

Ruth ignored Jan like she was used to it. “Even if she can’t we’ll find you a friend. You’re in glad company,” she said as she hugged Dana’s arm in encouragement.

“I appreciate it and I’m happy to be among you,” replied Dana to both her new friends.

“Sure,” said Jan with a laugh and pointing her thumb over her shoulder toward the bar. “And you can always try your luck again on Battleship Row.”

“Here she is now,” said Ruth, looking over Dana’s shoulder toward the door.

Dana turned and saw a very prim looking woman in a tweed jacket and striped neck tie. She had black hair pulled back into a tight bun and wore big, round, black-framed glasses. She walked directly toward their table as if it were a well established custom. She kissed Ruth and whispered a greeting before sitting down beside her opposite Dana and continued whispering to Ruth something about working late and traffic.

“Hey, Poindexter. Nice tie,” said Jan with a laugh.

“A pleasure, as always, to see you again, Jan.” said the woman in a very dry tone as she coldly regarded her agitator.

“I’d like you to meet our new friend, Dana,” interjected Ruth. “Dana, this is my partner, Beth.” Beth rose from her chair, reached over the table and firmly shook Dana’s hand. Ruth patted Beth on the lap and said, “Dana’s a NEW girl and is anxious to meet somebody.”

Before Beth could respond, Jan blurted out, “Ruthie says you could exert your bean-counter charm to hook her up with Angel.”

Ignoring the sarcastic jab, Beth looked at Dana in astonishment and said, “Angel? Well, you certainly don’t piddle around. That’s a pretty fast start for a beginner. Are you sure you know what you’re in for?”

“Like my mom always said, ‘If you’re going to try something for the first time, try the very best’,” replied Dana. She did not want to break protocol but she was on a mission.

“Can you help her,” asked Ruth sweetly?

“Oooo… kaaaay,” said Beth slowly as she scanned the room. Something caught her eye by the doorway and she got up, walked over to a stack of papers in a rack. She picked one up, folded it and stuffed it under her arm as if she was embarrassed to be seen with it. At the table she opened it up keeping it close to her lap and out of sight. Dana read ‘Rocky Mountain Oyster’ on the paper’s masthead and assumed it to be some kind of underground ad periodical. Rifling through the paper Beth came across something and pulled out a section and placed it on the table. She took a pen from her jacket and wrote something on an ad at the bottom of the page and then slid it toward Dana.

The ad had a picture of a beautiful woman with a finger pressed to her pursed lips and it said ‘Elite Escorts, In-call, Out-call, Discrete’ and a telephone number. Beth had circled the number and wrote “C.J.” beside it. “If you’re sure you can handle this, call that number and ask for C.J.,” said Beth in a very serious tone. “But you talk ONLY to C.J. and you don’t discuss anything with anybody else, alright?”

“Alright,” replied Dana. She did not understand the grave warning but she would comply. Ruth smiled at her as if proud of her partner’s prowess. Jan stared at her in gaping envy.

For nearly an hour Dana sat and chatted with her new friends. She bought a round. After a while the fact that they were all drawn to this place by virtue of their sexuality was forgotten and they became just four ladies sharing a drink and some laughs. At 9:30 Dana excused herself with a promise of dropping in again the next time she was in town.

When Dana got back to her motel room she could not contain her anticipation. She locked the door, tossed aside her purse, grabbed the phone and quickly dialed the number in the ad. The phone rang and rang and then suddenly a woman’s voice answered, “Elite Escorts.”

“Hi, may I speak to C.J., please,” asked Dana?

“Just a minute,” came the reply. Next came some funky jazz as she was put on hold. Doubt and fear started to creep over Dana but her excitement had built up too much momentum for her to stop. Minutes passed and then a raspy female voice abruptly interjected, “This is C.J.”

“Hello, I was told by a friend that you could help connect me with… Angel. Are you the one I should be talking to,” Dana asked? She hoped this is how it was done.

There was a bit of a pause and then C.J. said, “Oh, hi! It’s so good to hear from you. Hey, I’m about to go on break, can you give me your number and I’ll call you right back?”

Dana complied but was a little confused about C.J.’s response. She hung up and then sat down and waited for C.J.’s call. It came back several minutes later, “This is C.J. Sorry about that but if they found out I was doing a business on the side they’d fire me. You’re looking for Angel, right,” growled C.J.? Dana could hear what sounded like traffic in the background and knew C.J. must be out on some pay phone.

“Yes. Some friends told me she was the best and that’s just what I want,” said Dana, trying to sound as moxie as she could.

“She sure is. She sure is… But that kind of talent doesn’t come without a price,” said C.J. as she paused to take a drag on her cigarette. “I get a 20 dollar introduction fee up front and then you negotiate with Angel for what ever services you want on top of that. She doesn’t do guys, she doesn’t do S and M, and she can take care of herself so don’t try any rough stuff. If this is some kind of party or your husband wants to watch, the charge is double. If you try to short her or harm one hair on her head, some boys of mine’ll come down on you. She’s gonna check if you’re a cop and NO PICTURES, alright? ‘you got a place?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a room and I’m alone. Listen, I’m legitimate and sincere but I’m kind of pressed for time, do you think I could meet her tonight or maybe tomorrow night,” asked Dana, C.J.’s warning was very frightening however, she was feeling proud of her courage and savvy?

“Well, tonight’s probably too late, she’s already out,” replied C.J., raising her voice to talk over the noise. “I could leave her a message to call you when she checks in. You got a name, sweetie?”

“Have her call Dana at this number,” said Dana.

“Dana… I sure will. She’ll be giving you a call tonight,” said C.J. “Have a good time, sweetie.”

“Thank you. I will,” said Dana and then hung up. She was very pleased with herself. She thought that this would all work out better than she had planned.

Dana lay down on the bed and waited, listening to the radio, visualizing in her mind how all of this would play out. An hour passed. Her nervousness transformed itself into anxious anticipation. Two hours more passed. Dana slowly began to dose off and then the phone rang, startling her back into nervous apprehension. What should she do? What should she say? How should she treat this? “Hello,” she spoke into the receiver, hoping it was the right tone of voice.

“Hello,” said a cool, smooth feminine voice, “May I speak to Dana, please?”

“This is Dana,” she replied, still trying to wrestle her nervousness.

“This is Angel, a friend asked me to give you a call,” said the voice with no trace of presumption.

“I talked to C.J… She said we might… um… arrange a meeting. Uh… get together and… well, you know, a… a date, I… I guess,” Dana was clueless as to how to propose sex, over the phone to a complete stranger. The woman’s patient silence only made it worse.

“Relax, honey,” Angel’s voice mercifully cooed, “I know why you called. Everything is going to be alright. No one is going to get hurt. No one is going to do anything they don’t want to do. No one is going to get in trouble or be embarrassed. Angel’s going to take real good care of you. We’re going to make friends and then maybe have some fun, OK?”

That was just right. Angel’s words were soothing and reaffirming to Dana. This was not that bad. Just an understanding companion on the other end of a phone line. “Thank you. Yeah, let’s have some… fun,” Dana responded gratefully. “C.J. told me to ask you if you have tomorrow night free. Can I see you tomorrow night?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Tomorrow is out for me, I have a dinner date with some old friends.” said Angel with a tinge of sympathy in her voice.

Dana was crestfallen. After all her hard work and the emotional rollercoaster she really wanted this meeting to work. “This is my first time, I wanted it to be special,” she said, unable to hide her disappointment.

“Have you tried the clubs,” Angel suggested? “There’s usually a lot of action at the clubs.”

“Yeah, I tried a couple of places. I’m from out of town and I won’t be here for long. I had to work so hard to arrange… I was hoping to find somebody who… who could appreciate my… special… my condition.” This was a terrible disappointment to Dana. Getting together with Angel seemed like the perfect solution and it was all crumbling apart. She felt like crying.

“It’s OK, talk to me, honey. Let’s see if I can help. Maybe I can set you up with some one else. Maybe we can schedule another time. Condition you say,” Angel asked earnestly? “What condition? Tell me all about it. Don’t be afraid, I’ve done just about everything.”

Angel was being very considerate and compassionate, ‘She might as well know’ Dana thought. “I’m what’s called a hermaphrodite. It’s a condition where…” Dana started, as hopelessness was quickly replacing apprehension.

Angel quickly gasped out loud, ”Pseudo or True hermaphrodite!?!”

“Uh, Pseudo. But I…,” started Dana again.

“Hyperplasia or Turner syndrome,” Angel quickly injected!?.

“Hyperplasia. Ambiguous genitalia, a masculanized clitoris with hypospadias, to be exact. How did you know so much about intersexuality,” asked Dana with newfound wonder about who she was talking to and the nature of big city lesbian culture?

“I’ve been looking for someone like you,” came Angel’s awestruck reply after a respectful pause. “You’re priceless… Yes, I’ll meet you. When ever – where ever you’d like.”

Dana was bowled over. With a mere mention of her condition the highly sought-after Angel was now at her disposal and eager to meet her. “If you’re sure it’s no trouble. I don’t want to spoil your plans,” offered Dana.

“No. It’s alright. They’ll understand. We’ll need a time and a place to meet. Where are you staying,” Angel insisted?

“A motel. I’m on the west side at Highway 6 and Wadsworth Boulevard,” responded Dana, “Do you know where that is?”

“Sure, exactly. Listen, there’s a diner right at the corner, I can meet you outside in the parking lot,” Angel said, speaking very carefully, “It’ll be real easy. What I usually do is stand in the open so you can drive by and see if I’m what you want and verify that I’m alone. I’ll be in a white VW so you’ll know it’s me. What time would you like to meet?”

“That sounds fine,” said Dana, “How about 8 o’clock?”

“Perfect. Now, you stay out of those clubs and don’t go making plans with some other girl,” said Angel in a light-hearted encouraging manner, “Tomorrow night you belong to Angel.”

“Great,” exclaimed Dana, giddy with excitement! “Thank you so much for seeing me, and also for being so understanding. I hope you’ll like me.” Completely forgetting that she had come to town to please herself, Dana deferred to her new-found paramour.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m going to like you just fine,” admonished Angel, “Tomorrow night is going to be about you. Get some sleep and I’ll see you at eight.”

“OK. Good night and thanks again,” signed off Dana.

“Good night, honey,” replied Angel.

When Dana hung up the phone she leapt up to the middle of the floor and danced with happiness. This was better than she had planned. Somebody out there, a vivacious, desirable love-goddess wanted her; not in spite of what she was but because of what she was. She playfully got undressed and ready for bed; too excited to sleep, she laid awake another hour as delightful thoughts about herself whirled in her head. She eventually slept the sleep of the truly contented.

Part 2 – The Magic Night

Dana woke up late the next morning in the same mood. Her happiness continued as she got dressed and on through her brunch. There was only one thing for a girl to do when she is that happy; Dana went shopping. She leisurely browsed and came across a sleek little spaghetti-strap, black-satin dress that fit entirely too good and made her look positively delicious. She got a pair of black, patent leather sandals with four-inch heels that her mother would definitely not have approved of, and a matching purse on sale. The day was passing all so good and the approaching evening was constantly on her mind.

She went down to City Park and strolled around the flower gardens. Every time she came across an exceptionally pretty young lady she would watch her intently and wonder, ‘Could that be Angel?’ The whole day just glowed with excitement and it all seemed to revolve around her, her secret, and what awaited her at the end of the day. She sipped wine on a restaurant balcony in the late afternoon sun like a baroness on tour. She dined in a posh downtown hotel lobby listening to a baroque quartet.

When it was time to get ready for her date Dana went back to her room, put on some light, smooth music, lit an exotically scented candle and took a long bubble bath. She rose from her bath, dried, put on her face, and then powdered her body, tending to every detail expressly for the benefit of her lover. Just like everything she had done that day, it was all done to prepare her mind for this night.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to make love to another woman? Was she pushing this or was it pushing her? She looked down at her sex, the cause of her being there for this purpose. The straggly triangular patch of hair framed the slit of her mons. Through the hair her inner labia protruded, thin and brown. Above the shriveled flaps hung it, her penis, limp and small. She lifted it between her fingers and wondered how this little piece of flesh would figure into tonight’s events.

She needed to get going. She pulled apart her inner labia and stretched them wide. She folded her clitoris down between them, and then tucked one of her labia over it and then the other over both of them. Once everything was wrapped up she brushed her red curls over it and patted it all down. This was the way she had disguised her genitals for years. Short of close inspection, it could have fooled anyone; in fact it had.

She slipped on a pair of plain, black panties and pressed the material down around her mound assuring herself it was all tucked safely away. Next came her black pantyhose which she stepped into deftly and then smoothed them slowly up each leg. Pulling them up to her waist she ran her hands over the material confiding herself in her round, firm little tushie. She looked at her self again in the mirror. This is what her lover would see. ‘Nothing scary here,’ she thought. It was the reflection of a pretty, slender, young woman, lacking in most of the curvaceous padding that drove men wild but a gracefully alluring sex partner none the less. Taking the little black dress she just bought from the hanger, she pulled it on over her head and zipped it up the back. She pushed the fabric around her small but pert breasts to press and center the little rascals into place. Looking back at her reflection she checked herself out. Better looking than she had dreamed, too good to keep cooped up. She fluffed up her hair a bit and stepped into her new black heels.

This was it. Dana paused at the door, took a deep breath and she was off. The restaurant was just a half a block away so for simplicity’s sake she decided to walk. She approached the diner carefully not knowing what to expect. The image flashed through her mind of some gaudily painted bimbo in clichéd street hooker garb parading around like a neon sign. She decided to take a circuitous route around the back of the building to give herself some discretionary maneuverability.

As she emerged from the back side of the restaurant she saw Angel’s car, a white Beetle-Cabriolet. Just as she saw it she noticed the woman getting out and walking around to the back of the car. The woman had thick, long, wavy, reddish-brown hair that was parted high on one side and spilled freely over her shoulders. She was very tastefully dressed wearing a tight, black maxi that clung to her every curve and a dark, flower-print blouse that seemed tailored to fit her proud, firm bosom. She stepped gracefully atop a sleek pair of three-inch pumps. As she walked to the back of her car she pulled a shawl up around her shoulders. Dana stopped and marveled at how elegantly the woman moved as she walked away from the car and slowly turned around to look about the parking lot.

Dana walked toward her. From thirty yards away she could discern how handsome this woman was. At twenty yards even more so and she began to doubt if this woman could really be a call girl let alone a lesbian. At ten yards the woman turned to face her with her head tilted slightly to one side and a slight smile of anticipation on her lips. Dana stopped and asked, “Angel?”

Angel nodded her head, smiled broadly and said, “Dana?”

“Yes,” Dana replied, “I’m so glad to meet you.”

Angel held out her hands which Dana clasped and they extended their faces together for a welcoming peck on the cheek. “You’re so pretty,” exclaimed Angel, reaching her hand up to touch Dana’s chin, “You didn’t mention you were so pretty.” Dana blushed in quiet gratitude as the two paused and regarded each other in the dimming light.

Dana was at a loss for words. To call Angel beautiful would be a gross understatement. She was distractingly gorgeous, striking to the point of being intimidating. She was of college age but certainly no older than twenty-two. Framed by her thick waves of auburn hair was a heart-shaped face. Above her dainty chin two rich full lips blossomed surrounded by a pair of tiny dimples that danced around her mouth’s every move. Full cheeks rose under her high cheekbones. Large, clear, pale green eyes with long eyelashes beamed brightly under brows that arched exotically upward toward the outside of her face. She was flawless, every curve and line of her face was perfect, not a single feature detracted from any other. “You’re the pretty one,” was all she could say, “Why aren’t you in the movies?”

“Oh. Thank you, honey,” said Angel. Just then a large group started to come out of the restaurant, putting them on edge. “Let’s get out of the open,” she quietly suggested, “Where’s your car?”

“I walked,” said Dana motioning toward her motel, “I’m staying close by.”

Angel nodded to her car and said with a smile and a wink, “Quick, get in.”

Dana could scarcely conceal her enthusiasm, Angel was much better looking than she had anticipated and that alone was alleviating layer after layer of anxiety. Angel’s overwhelmingly appealing looks and warm reception gave this entire endeavor an air of acceptability. This evening was promising to be better than she had hoped. Once inside they turned in their seats and faced each other with excited smiles. All was hushed and still but the soft swish of passing cars. Again the two women froze and gauged each other’s eyes, especially Dana.

Angel had that natural charisma that all attractive people possess but in her case it was far more intense, exaggerated by her sensuality and the nature of this meeting. Dana felt ingratiated to be in her gaze, but to be in close proximity to her or to be the focus of her attention was almost intoxicating.

“So… are you ready for this,” Angel asked, dispensing of all pretense?

“Yes,… I’ve been ready for a long time,… it’s been inevitable, I guess. When you’re born like me… you go through life facing a wider variety of options, ‘ you know? I always knew I would have to… to try this or something like this some time. To try something like… what I think we’re going to do. I’ve only had husband-and-family type ambitions, really, but…,” stumbled Dana, she was nervous and it was all coming out in twisted pieces, she felt she needed to explain herself, to justify her reason for this encounter, to bare herself. It was a rare occurrence in her life when she could freely discuss her sexual nature, she wanted it clear and complete. Maybe it was Angel’s alluring demeanor or just the business nature of this one night stand but she felt she could open up to her. Angel seemed sympathetic to her struggle, patting her knee and looking into her eyes imploringly. “I’m a girl.” Dana continued with more control, “I was raised as a girl. I’ve always liked boys but… my anatomy… portends… um… suggests alternate… possibilities that have always made me… wonder. Just to try it once. I don’t know…with another… That doesn’t make me weird, does it?”

“Honey, of course not,” chided Angel, she affectionately brushed Dana’s cheek. “I run into all kinds of ladies with the same curiosity, especially college aged ones. It’s harmless, in fact it’s almost natural. Do you have somebody… a regular guy?”

Dana was thrilled by Angel’s touch; she was so straight forward and uninhibited in her expression. “Not right now,” replied Dana, dropping her eyes in reticence. “There was a guy… in college. But he had a hard time… you know, dealing with it.”

“We’ll take care of that,” said Angel. She picked up Dana’s hand, brought it slowly to her face, and kissed it on the palm then held it on her lap. “I’m going to be real good to you.”

The sensuous gesture made Dana’s head spin. “How… how about you, Angel,” asked Dana awkwardly? She sought a heartfelt exchange to match her own. “Why girls instead of guys? How did you get… in the business?”

Her friend chuckled, “Violett. My real name is Violett. Angel is a name C.J. gave me back when we were tight.” She looked down at her lap in self-conscious fashion, petting Dana’s hand, “I’ve always favored girls. I guess men seem too transparent to me. Women… trade their affections at so many different levels, making love with them is so rewarding. To me, women… are like… beautifully wrapped packages of pretty ribbons and bows… and inside are intricately unique prizes to release and interact with. I guess I’ve become a kind of sex fiend, every new lover is a carnival, every old lover is a cherished piece of me. Um,… the business? Well,… I used to hang around the night clubs to meet other girls but I got so tired of the mob scenes. It gets real crazy in there, some women even get into fights over you.” That brought a smile to Dana, she knew all about that. “C.J. used to be my steady. She works for an escort service so I go through her just to maintain some order. My favorite friends can always reach me but I find new ones through C.J.. And so,… there I was,… waiting for you.”

That all made sense to Dana, she felt like she was dealing with a person now and not just a service provider. “Have you had a lot of lovers,” she asked, she was becoming fascinated with this young lady?

“Quite a few. It sounds odd but I treasure them all,” said Violett. “I try to do right by them, I try to please them to the best of my ability because they give me so much joy in return. I’ll settle on just one someday. But not until I’m satisfied that I won’t be missing out on something.”

Her appeal was tugging heavily on Dana, she felt anxious to find out exactly what kind of offerings lay behind such bold claims. “I’m anxious to be your next,” she said earnestly.

“There’s no need to rush. We can stay here and get to know each other,” offered Violett, obviously in much better control of herself.

“We can get to know each other in my room, too,” pressed Dana.

Violett smiled at her wickedly and started the car. Dana directed her to her motel and a close place to park. Getting out of the car Dana led Violett across the lot and to her room. She was so excited and nervous that someone would see them. She made a quick glance over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. It all felt so cloak-and-dagger, so illicitly sinister and yet so delightfully exciting. She pulled out her room key and plied it to the door knob. Her hands were shaking so bad she could not find the key hole.

“’ you need some help, honey,” Violett softly asked over her shoulder?

Dana was so excited she began to giggle. “I… I think I’ve got it.” The key sank home, she twisted the knob and the room sucked them both in. Dana quickly closed the door and locked it, switched on the light and turned to her guest. She watched Violett, surveying the room, in the soft amber light. She studied Violett’s every line and curve. She watched the shadows play over her form as she turned in the light and all the time confiding herself that this beautiful creature was hers and had come to please her and serve her desire.

After panning the room Violett faced her, smiled seductively and let her shawl and bag fall to the floor. She placed her hands on the front of her thighs and pulled them slowly upward to rest on her hips as she posed herself. There was no doubt, this stunningly beautiful woman was born to please and she yearned for her audience’s lustful stare. The two just stood there and drank in each other.

Suddenly the phone rang catching Dana completely off guard. No one knew she was there, who could possibly be calling her?

“That’ll be C.J.,” Violett calmly spoke, almost as if expecting the interruption. “She has to check on me every half hour to make sure I’m alright.”

‘Angel’ was a valuable asset and, of course, had to be protected. Dana shrugged and gestured toward the phone.

Picking it up Violett spoke into the receiver, “Apricot 3, 2, 1,” obviously some agreed-upon code to let C.J. know she was not under duress. “Yeah… Well, we just got here… Look, I’d like to skip the check-ins tonight. We want to be left alone… I’ll take responsibility…” Then she turned to Dana, looked her up and down and smiled, “Absolutely adorable… Later,” and hung up the phone.

She felt flattered by the remark but it was not lost on Dana for what they were in that dank, strange room. It was time to arrange things and then take possession. “We need to discuss your fee,” she said, trying hard not to let her nervousness show. She would hate to admit it but she was beginning to like the authoritative control that the roll of consumer gave her over this encounter. She was sure now; she was definitely going to enjoy this.

“’ you mean C.J.? Don’t worry about C.J… I’ll take care of C.J.,” said Violett as she walked over to the bathroom, opened it and peeked inside.

“But what about your fee,” asked Dana? She was a bit perplexed as Violett brushed pass her, lightly stroked her cheek and then ducked her head inside the closet and looked around. ‘What is she looking for? Does she think I’m a cop or something?’ Dana wondered.

“That’s mostly for the bull-dykes. They’re revolting,” Violett replied with a smile. Standing right in front of her she slowly reached behind Dana and slid the chain over the bracket on the door. She remained there, leaning against the door, not a foot away from Dana, crowding her, beaming with self-assurance.

Again Dana sensed that overpowering charisma that she had experienced in the car. She felt control slipping back over to the seductress. She struggled with the notion of wrestling it back or just yielding to Violett’s charm. “H-how do we start this,” Dana asked?

Violett spoke slowly in a low, soft voice. “The gentry… usually start with me giving them a bubble bath; they expect to be pampered.” Her fingers touched the back of Dana’s hand and slowly glided up her arm, “The working girls… want me to give them a body massage first; they like to be adored.” Her eyes followed her fingers as they moved over Dana’s shoulder and then lightly danced around the nape of her neck, “The matronly types… prefer to give me a bath; they need to nurture and redeem me.” Violett combed her fingers through the red curls of Dana’s hair. “The diesel-dykes… they want a strip tease. Gusto-lust, I guess,” she added in a comically flat tone. The back of her hand and fingers gently traced the features of Dana’s face, “Most of the curious first-timers… like show and tell. They need assurance, guidance,… cautious exploration,… a patient companion that won’t rush ahead of them.” Violett drew herself closer, using the back of her free hand she caressed Dana’s tummy and then up between her breasts.

Dana felt like she was falling under some spell. “Which do you prefer,” she asked as an offering to her partner’s delight?

“I like romance,” said Violett. Her fingers slowly encircled the back of Dana’s neck. She pulled closer, lightly touching her cheek to Dana’s. Whispering in her ear, “I like the spontaneous reactions of an entwined embrace.” Violett’s other hand cupped behind Dana’s elbow and Dana reciprocated. “I like the singular consciousness that erupts from passion,” she continued, “I let my actions get carried by the moment.” Those words touched her so deeply.

Dana felt their breasts press against each other and then the flatness of their stomachs. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath was coming in tattered rasps. Violett turned her head and gently touched her lips to Dana’s cheek and then drug them slowly toward Dana’s lips. A kiss was coming and Dana could hardly wait, she closed her eyes and turned her head to accept it Dana pursed her lips for the kiss and she felt the light touch of Violett’s lips brushing over hers. They traced the outline of Dana’s mouth, caressing, teasing until Dana was trembling in anticipation of that kiss. And then it came, Violett pressed her lips full to Dana’s and they both moaned softly in relief. Dana dropped her purse, their arms locked around each other’s backs, and they pulled themselves together tightly, bringing their hips and thighs into the embrace.

Violett’s kiss was soft and tender. Her tongue slowly entered Dana’s mouth, not the darting rush and ravage of the lust-starved, but a calm push to wrap around Dana’s in its own embrace. Violett did not paw at her; one arm firmly encircled her upper back while the other hand gently pressed the back of her head. Her kiss was nourishment to the soul, loving and sublime, offered like a mother suckling her child. Dana did not cling so much as hung in Violett’s arms, the room was spinning, the world outside vanished, and she completely lost all track of time. As stunning as it was for her, she was kissing another woman – deeply – and she was losing herself in it.

She could have gladly dangled there like that all night but Violett slowly withdrew and then broke the kiss. Almost in slow motion Dana felt Violett’s lips kissing their way under her chin, along her jaw line and then down her neck. The chain of kisses trailed across Dana’s chest and she stood on her toes to aid the trek. She wanted more; she had to offer her breasts. Reaching behind her back, Dana feverishly unhooked and unzipped her dress then pulled the straps off of her shoulders. The material peeled away and cool air closed upon her exposed skin. Violett’s kisses followed as Dana’s head fell back in rapt abandonment.

Pulling Dana with her, Violett stepped backward to the bed and sat down on its edge. With her dress collapsed around her waist, Dana stood before her lover, presenting her breasts for Violett’s attention. Hesitating not to force nor hinder, Dana rested her hands on Violett’s shoulders as she ever so tenderly kissed one nipple then the other. She then gently sucked one into her mouth, rolling it between her lips while slowly gliding her tongue back and forth over the tip. Dana had never had such adoring attention paid to her breasts. She enwrapped Violett’s head with one arm and stroked her luxurious hair with her other hand.

Dana was experiencing her arousal deeply. She had been getting that squishy feeling while they kissed, her sex was responding naturally to the strong prompt of passion’s calling. Her penis was growing, stiffening and pressing against its restraints. She felt a strong urge to free it and to press her sensitive organ against something for relief. Violett’s hands dropped slowly to Dana’s hips which were now rolling slowly forward and back. Reaching behind Dana, Violett groped for the dress’s zipper. Deftly unzipping it further, her fingers pulled the smooth fabric over Dana’s firm rump and then let the dress go to crumple at Dana’s feet. With her hands still cupped over Dana’s butt, Violett released Dana’s nipple and stood up kissing Dana’s throat all the way until coming again to Dana’s mouth. Then, more of that sweet kiss.

Dana wanted her new lover to join her nude freedom and started to feverishly unbutton her blouse. Pulling it from out of the skirt, she opened the blouse wide and pushed it over Violett’s shoulders. Violett was completely cooperative and let the garment fall off her arms. Next came her bra. Dana expertly unhooked the black, lacy brassier, slipped the straps over Violett’s shoulders and then pulled the cups away. Dana drew Violett toward herself and felt the firm mounds with their hard tips press against her own. When Violett’s naked flesh came into contact with Dana’s she moaned and hugged Dana tight. They lost themselves again in their kiss and they each pressed as much of their flesh together as they could. Their hands and arms explored each other’s backs in long undulating caresses.

It was Violett who acted first to remove her skirt. She unhooked the waist clasp and pushed down the zipper. Dana did the rest by sliding it past Violett’s round butt. Expecting panties beneath, she instead found the silky smooth fabric of a slip. She hooked her thumbs over the waistband and pushed it down to drop in the heap of clothes around their feet. As she dragged her fingertips back up she encountered the stiff, unyielding material of some kind of harness. She realized it was one of those old-fashioned garter-belts. Equipment she knew nothing about so she disregarded it.

Dana absolutely loved the embrace but she was struggling with deep urges to bring her sex into this encounter. More importantly, her swelling member was yearning to be freed and causing her some deal of discomfort. Violett must have sensed her frustration, she gently dug her fingers under the waistband of Dana’s pantyhose and panties and eased them down past Dana’s hips. The instant the restraining fabric was pushed away, Dana’s erection flew free from the clasp of the enveloping labia and sprang outward, bouncing between Violett’s thighs to rest firmly against the crotch of Violett’s panties. Relief at last.

Violett gasped at the surprise introduction and became immediately intrigued by the new participant. She moved a hand in between them and pulled back slightly. As she did, Dana’s erect member popped up toward Dana’s tummy to be caught in Violett’s fingers. Violett tenderly wrapped her fingers around it and gently gauged it. Dana was spellbound that someone would finally show her secret appendage the attention it craved.

Violett wanted a closer look. Breaking their kiss, she turned them both completely around to put Dana in the light and then sank down to the floor on her knees. Unable to take her eyes off Dana’s erection, she quickly peeled down the pantyhose and helped Dana step out of them and her shoes. The look on Violett’s face was one of joyous wonder. She reached toward Dana’s genitals but then abruptly stopped and looked up to Dana as if saying, ‘May I?’ Dana stroked Violett’s head and smiled down at her. Violett’s touch was soft and slow. Her one hand delicately clasped the finger sized organ while her other hand gently spread and probed the swollen flaps of labia apart.

“Ohhhhhh…” breathed Violett. “Oh, honey… it’s so beautiful.” She looked up into Dana’s eyes, “So very beautiful.”

Dana was so pleased with the praise. And then came something beyond her imagination. Violett tenderly hugged the enormous, swollen clitoris to her cheek. The touch was so soft and smooth. Violett turned her head and kissed it, and again, and again. Dana nearly fainted; those soft, supple lips were like no stimulation she could have ever created and the pleasure was almost too much to bear. Her nerves were loaded to capacity and she started trembling and twitching in the calamity. Her amazement was surpassed as Violett’s tongue dragged its way up and down Dana’s secret treasure, treating her to gratification like she had never dreamed possible. It wasn’t too long before one very long lick circled around the tip, then the lips spread over the head and Violett’s mouth slowly engulfed it, all the way to its base. Dana was overwhelmed. The warm, wet embrace and deft tongue caress were absolute heaven. Her knees buckled and she sank down. Her butt just barely caught the edge of the bed as her arms reached back blindly for support.

Violett followed her, braced her to help her fall, and shielded her teeth to prevent Dana from harm but kept her mouth on her quarry. She wound an arm under Dana’s thigh, around her hip, and place a palm gently over Dana’s tummy in both an embrace and a caress. Her other hand again parted Dana’s ample lips and slowly slithered a middle finger into Dana’s vagina. Violett’s head picked up speed as she raised and lowered her mouth on Dana’s erection, her tongue whipped back and forth on the underside with every pass. She intermittently pushed back the foreskin and swirled her tongue around the very sensitive tip. Her lips formed a firm, tight ring and she sucked hard, heightening all of the wonderful new sensations assailing Dana’s underappreciated appendage. Meanwhile, her finger explored Dana’s depths and then her palm turned upward as her finger curled to press upward on an ever so delightful place.

Dana was helpless against the surmounting pleasure. It was coming, no way to stop it. A huge orgasm approached; not the vagina kind, the clitoris kind. Her knees flew wide apart, her toes curled, her back arched. Dana knew what would come with it and she wanted to warn her lover. “I’m going to… “ She reached a hand to Violett’s forehead to get her attention. Violett only intensified her actions, making them each more deliberate. “I’m… cuh…cuh “ Oh the delight, such tremendous delight. She gasped and let go.

The tension building up in Dana all week exploded into a nerve shaking flash of pleasure. Dana fell back on the bed while her hips strained upward. Her first spurt gushed from her urethra and hit Violett in the chin. Violett paused only briefly in surprise but kept on pumping gently on Dana’s rigid flesh. Dana let out a soft groan as the second spurt shot out over Violett’s upturned palm. Dana jerked and twitched sporadically on the bed as the remainder of her ejaculation dribbled out and ran down her cleft mons. Her hips pumped slowly as she enjoyed an orgasm in ways she never had before. Violett stayed with her, slowing down the bobbing of her head and stilling her tongue, soothingly. She continued until Dana stopped shaking and her breathing normalized and then became still, just holding the overwrought organ with her tongue.

Dana’s hands lifted slowly to Violett’s head and then tenderly stroked her hair. With the most tranquil of expressions on her face, she drifted in her post climatic bliss. Her mind was lost in the wonder of Violett’s selfless gift.

Once Dana became still and quiet, Violett pulled out her finger, released her clit, and began to lick the length of Dana’s parted labia. She tenderly tongue-bathed the whole area, not stopping until Dana weakly raised herself upright. Violett looked up at Dana with an expression of conciliatory inquisition. When Dana smiled, Violett quickly wiped off her chin and her palm on the bedspread and threw her arms around her. Dana hugged her to her chest, kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Thank you… thank you so very much. Never have I… Ohhhh, never.” Mere words were not enough.

The two women remained motionless as happy thoughts of completeness swam in Dana’s mind. Meanwhile, Dana’s undaunted erection nestled between the soft pillows of Violett’s breasts. This party was far from over and Dana’s imagination was ripe with plenty more trysts to engage in. She pulled back from Violett, taking her softly by her cheeks and said, “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do.” Violett’s face lit up and she rose to her feet. Dana scooted to the center of the bed, tucking her legs underneath herself and sat up, waiting in eager anticipation.

Dana watched Violett seductively tuck her fingers under her panties and slowly push them down her legs. She stepped out of them and her shoes and then raised a foot up onto the bed in front of her. Dana noticed Violett’s pubic patch was trimmed neatly to an even, uniform length and surmised it to be the preference among the oral sex crowd. Her bikini line was bare and well defined, the upper vertices pointed sharply to her hips and the line between them rose to a peak in the center. Violett unfastened the clasps to her stocking and then glided it down her leg with her finger tips and pulled it off her foot. Next came the other leg in the same slow, seductive manner with Violett intently watching Dana’s eyes. Lastly, she loosened the hooks at the back of her belt and let it fall to the floor and stood before Dana completely nude. Dana marveled at what artists might call an ideal, perfect model of the female form, wildly feminine curves in the peak of youthful firmness. She lightly touched her erection and drank in her imminent conquest.

Violett knelt onto the bed and then walked on her knees toward Dana, her nipples danced upon her swaying breasts. Dana rose to meet her and they shared another tight embrace and deep kiss. As she pressed herself into the kiss, Dana noticed something subtly different. She could taste the remnants of her own ejaculate wrought by Violett but there was more. The kiss now carried the influence of Violett’s proven commitment to gratify her sexually.

Dana pushed her hips tight against Violett’s. Their pubic hair entangled and she felt her penis press into soft flesh. She tightened her embrace, new urges stirred deep within her. She wanted to force this woman down onto her bed, spread herself over her body and drive her groin into those moist, intimate charms. She wanted to take this woman, dominate this woman, subjugate this woman and use this woman for her pleasure. She wanted to violate her femininity, enter her body and drive her to rapture with her intrusive, uncompromising, rigid organ. Violett must have felt her urgency; she crumpled under Dana and lowered herself to the mattress. Dana followed her down until she was crouched over Violett’s prone form, still kissing her passionately.

Dana lifted herself over Violett’s body and as if on cue, Violett pulled herself up to rest her head on the pillow and spread her legs around Dana. Dana knelt before Violett’s hips and Violett pulled her legs up high and opened them wide while lifting her pelvis. She looked to Dana like an opening blossom, a woman’s invitation to be mounted and seeded. It was time to do just that. Supporting herself on one hand she pressed her penis down toward Violett’s crotch. Violett held open her labia with two fingers and pulled Dana toward her with her other hand. The scent of woman’s arousal was heavy around her as Dana found her mark and pressed into the parted flesh.

As Dana gained entry she marveled at how soft and slick the clinging flesh felt about her. She sank in all the way, until their mounds were mashed flat against each other and their labia were entangled in a deep wet kiss of their own. Dana grasped Violett’s waist and held tight, savoring this long awaited sensation. She threw back her head, closed her eyes and let out a long moan. Oh, such a sweet mixture of victory and passion. She had a woman beneath her, to take her lance, to administer her pleasure, to be… FUCKED. Ooo, that ugly word, Dana now took possession of it. She opened her eyes and gazed down upon her prize.

Violett was caught in her own tumult. Her eyes were wide with fire-like excitement and anticipation; her breath came in quick bursts. She wound her legs around Dana’s back and crossed her ankles. Her hands slid up Dana’s body slowly and cupped behind her shoulders. She craved what Dana was about to give her and would cling like a vine to get it.

Dana wanted to stir within Violett, churn her womb and feel those intimate recesses work their magic on her tender organ. She braced herself, hands at Violett’s sides, and her knees in a broad stance around Violett’s butt. She stabbed herself into her lover, in a spastic, clumsy, and selfishly brutal manner, she didn’t care, she wanted to taste the full range of pleasure a woman could give her. Her thrusts developed a rhythm and pounded with an intent fury, to capture this woman, break her and enslave her under a conquering weapon. Violett moaned sharply, matching the rhythm and fury at which she was being ravaged. Dana’s tempo increased until one stroke nearly disgorged her from her partner. She sank back home and stopped, pressed it in deeply and felt the softness close in around her.

Suddenly, her fury was dispelled. All of her pent up frustration and urge for conquest were appeased. She looked down into the face of her benevolent and accommodating partner. She saw those beautiful eyes and a compassionate gaze of a friend who would gladly give her anything she wanted, any way she wanted it. The eyes of another woman, like herself, who was well versed in the subjugation of her body and her own needs to the service of another. She came to see a companion, not a trophy. Sex was not a score to inflict but rather an offering to share.

Dana lowered herself onto Violett, never breaking her gaze with those beautiful eyes until their lips met again. She wrapped her arms around Violett’s back and tenderly embraced her head. She stretched out her legs and dropped her hips into the inviting cradle of Violett’s open pelvis. Violett gently encircled Dana’s back in her arms and the two held each other tightly and very still, subtly enjoying their kiss, their embrace, and their conjoined genitals. In silence they renegotiated their bond.

Dana reached into her past to recall a summer evening in college when her beau made sweet, tender love to her and so deeply touched her mood. She wanted to recreate that sensation and give it to her new lover. She ever so slowly began to move her hips, thrusting in upward and then back in a circular grind like her old love used to do. She tried to give Violett the sensation of her entire length moving within and then treat her clitoris to an even, gliding pressure.

Violett moved with her, pulling her hips back as Dana withdrew and then forward to meet Dana’s pelvic bone for that tender kiss against her mons. They danced their synchronized duet slowly and making only small motions at first, learning the mechanics of their coitus. Violett let out a long whimper with each breath. As Dana picked up her pace and lengthened her stroke the moans rose in encouragement. Dana’s hips were now thrusting in that familiar cadence of mating, nature providing excellently a means by which to employ herself with her partner. It was in every aspect true sexual intercourse as the bed betrayed their antics with accompanying creaks and thumps.

Dana began to enjoy the responses she was invoking in her love-mate and started to alternate her moves to orchestrate Violett’s moans. Those moans were rising quickly as Dana engaged the full cycle of motion. Violett was climbing quickly to an orgasm, her voice rose to a crescendo and then she tensed and clamped hard around Dana’s body. Dana froze to let her lover focus on her release. When she felt Violett relax, she continued with her steady revolution.

Dana was truly enjoying herself; the kind of pleasure known only to men, with a woman no man could have. That thought stuck in Dana’s mind, the nature of their contact and that she was engaging another woman in an act of intimacy that was probably unique in all the world. The snug feeling of Violett’s walls clinging and tugging on her tender skin as she glided in and out were pulling her to another climax of her own but she was rapidly discovering how to control her pleasure by altering her movement. She could easily drive herself over the edge but she was enjoying her lover’s body so much she just teased herself to the brink and then stayed it off by shortening her stroke.

Violett, on the other hand, was enjoying constant bliss. No sooner had she recovered from her first climax than another began to mount. Her moans droned on into a continuous chorus that rose to a frantic plea as her orgasm took her and then trailed off into a feeble whimper. She had lapsed into a semi-conscious stupor where she teetered and floated at the mercy of her lover’s slightest touch or least little movement. Dana kept supplying her with that pleasure, enjoying her command and the effects she elicited almost as much as what she herself felt. Maybe it was just a way Violett had of surrendering herself to the act but Dana was experiencing a sense of power that a woman like Violett, so highly prized and in such command of presence, could be rendered so helpless and utterly consumed at Dana’s whim and wile.

Their love-making played on through an indeterminate matter of time and a trackless number of Violett’s climaxes. As a fresh one approached, Dana broke their kiss and lifted her head to watch the changes in her partner’s face. Her face was of angelic tranquility with swollen lips from their long kiss. As her crisis came, her brow furrowed slightly and she threw back her head. She uttered a long, deep groan and pumped her hips against Dana while in her throes. After it passed she lifted her head and began kissing Dana’s shoulder. She pressed her advance downward toward Dana’s breast. Dana lifted herself and pulled Violett’s head toward her chest. Finding the hard nub of nipple, Violett suckled and Dana became confronted with pleasure she could no longer stave off.

As an orgasm quickly came upon her it seized control of her body and she flew into a torrent of motion that seemed automatic. Her hips bucked against her mate in a force and rhythm she was unable to stop. She abandoned herself to it and let the climax create itself. Violett’s moans rose as she rode along with Dana’s frenzy and her impending orgasm. At the peak of her passion, Dana felt the compulsion to press her over-stimulated penis as deeply into her lover’s nurturing pussy as she could and enjoy her effect to the utmost. She pushed herself firmly against Violett’s hips and froze. Her orgasm came hard, she grunted as every muscle in her body strained and clenched against her pleasure. And oh, such pleasure. Every nerve of her system seemed to laugh with joy. Mashed against Violett’s plush vulva her urethra erupted and spat forth her ejaculation. Spurt after spurt the thick fluid flowed between the great swollen curtains of her labia and poured over her lover’s open sex, between her parted lips, and dribbled down slowly toward her crotch.

Violett squealed and clung to Dana tightly, her hips ground in tiny circles as she joined Dana in sublime, absolute bliss. Both of them uttered their last murmurs of satisfaction, their bodies locked in a tense knot, struggling with the remnants of their exploded lust. Slowly their grip on each other relaxed and they fell into a happy repose. Their climaxes as well as their intercourse evolved from a physical into an emotional experience. Violett released Dana’s breast and dropped her head back onto the bed. She lowered her hips and let her legs slide down Dana’s to wrap around the backs of her thighs. Simultaneously, Dana nestled her head on her lover’s shoulder and settled her body atop Violett’s. Neither said a word, they just languidly caressed each other and drifted dreamily amidst the pleasant thoughts and feelings their actions had just rendered.

Dana was experiencing an epiphany. Her mind, of course, was filled with wondrous thoughts of the physical sensations her body had just experienced along with warm feelings for her partner and the unselfish way she had delivered those sensations. New perspectives were unfolding before her, about her life, her sexuality, her identity, and her emotional capacity. New possibilities were presenting themselves. Could she become a lesbian? Is this the destiny that she was born to fulfill? Was there a place for her in this new world? She thought more about the woman lying beneath her. Violett was gently petting her from her shoulders to her butt, from her arms to her hips, softly kissing her forehead. There was no revulsion, inhibition or even hesitation in Violett’s service to her. She had done and let Dana do what Dana believed no other person ever would. As unnatural as it seemed, it was a freer and more satisfying exchange than Dana had ever known with any man – in or out of bed.

Dana rose up on her elbows and looked down on Violett’s face. So lovely and so loving. Neither said anything but volumes of understanding passed between them. Dana’s erection was still lodged in Violett but their connection felt much deeper than that to Dana. She thought briefly about engaging in another rut. No, this time was too precious to go chasing after more orgasms.

The rush of lust was fading and Dana noticed a chill in the room. She felt Violett shiver and Dana suggested, “Let’s get warm.”

Dane rose up off of Violett, her penis disengaged with a slight squishy sound and pointed at her partner as Dana sat back on her haunches. Violett sat up and moved very sluggishly, weak and weary from her ordeal. Together they pulled back the covers and slid beneath. They pulled each other close, lying on their sides. Dana hooked her leg over Violett’s thigh to warm her up. She raised herself on her elbow and studied her companion.

A clinging pearl-white bead of her emission on Violett’s vulva caught Dana’s attention. She touched it with her finger and lightly smeared it into the matted hair contemplatively. She would never have dreamed of touching another woman’s sex but now it seemed only fitting. Violett’s finger crept down and joined Dana’s in idly working the moisture around. She found a larger glob that still clung to her labia. With her finger she dragged the glob between her labia and pushed it into her vagina. Dana’s finger followed. Together, both women’s fingers stirred the wet recesses.

Dana watched her lover’s face. Surely, Violett knew it wasn’t sperm but rather an inert byproduct of Dana’s arousal. She thought of her past and of leaving her emission on her lovers, their reactions and her self-condemnation. This situation was so different. Without any fanfare, Violett showed that she was not in the least bit repulsed by the nature of Dana’s sexuality but rather fully aware of its form and function, she openly welcomed Dana’s body and its physical effect. Dana appreciated the gesture as a right of acceptance and kissed Violett’s forehead in gratitude.

Violett took the same finger from her vagina and reached to Dana’s gaping labia and gently traced the open slit. She pushed open the broad flaps of flesh and delicately caressed their surface, admiring the shape and texture. The finger delved lower and deeper until plunging into Dana’s crevice. They drew each other closer and enjoyed their new found intimacies and tender connection for quite some time.

“We mixed well,” she said, breaking the idle reticence. “That was so erotic.”

“My body within yours,” responded Dana. She gently probed and explored Violett’s soft folds. This intimacy was so precious. She thought this the perfect way to wind down from sex.

“You inside of me.” Violett closed her eyes and sighed. Her fingers still lightly engaged Dana’s sex, petting her labia with finger tips and stroking her wilted penis like a dear friend.

“’ you tired?” asked Dana. Violett nodded. “You really spent yourself,” she added. “I lost count of how many times you went off.” She didn’t mean to fish for compliments but she was hungry for some kind of feedback and reluctant to let this delightful mood fade away.

Violett giggled, “I cum real easy, …but never quite like that.” She wrapped her arm around Dana and hugged her tight. “You were fantastic. That was the most wonderful experience I ever had.”

“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” teased Dana. The compliment was making her glow with pride. She hoped it was true.

With a smile and raised eyebrows Violett replied, “No I don’t… ‘ don’t need to.” She was speaking slower and slower.

“What did I do that was so special,” Dana inquired?

“You… were inside me,” she replied with a yawn. “You gave me a kind of closeness no one ever has.” Her fingers were moving slower, almost becoming still.

“Haven’t you ever had a man,” Dana continued?

“Sorta,” said Violett. “W’n I was fifteen.”

“Teenage crush,” asked Dana in a light-hearted tone, kissing her temple?

“Gang… rape,” came the weak reply.

Dana’s breath caught in her throat. With eyes wide she looked at Violett in stunned amazement. The simple confession revealed tragedy and strength in measures beyond her imagination. Such savage cruelty and the lonely isolation it must have created. She pondered it deeply, about what Violett must have gone through and how it might have landed the girl here. She compared it to her own tragedies and how they had shaped her own destiny. She thought about the vastness of the world and how two wounded hearts could find and mend each other. She contemplated what she might give to her new friend. She pulled Violett tight against her neck and kissed her head

Violett’s hand fell limply from its lodging. Dana withdrew her own finger and gave her lover one last pet. It was time for sleep. Dana slid out of bed and turned off the light. Scooting back in next to Violett she slid her arm underneath the sleeping woman’s head and cradled her against her shoulder.

“Nnnnnm… D’na…? Honey,” said Violett groggily? “Please…? Be here… when I wake up.”

It occurred to Dana that many of Violett’s lovers left her before dawn or dismissed her from their beds to go home alone. Dana kissed her forehead and hugged her close, “Sure I will.” ‘Poor, damaged Violett,’ she thought. She mused on the soft supple flesh that clung to her in the dark like no one ever had. There was a new warm glow within her. She felt protective, she felt strong, and she felt vital. She closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

Part 3 – The Morning After

Dana had a wonderful dream. She floated to her hometown on a soft cloud of purple flowers. Her mother welcomed her home, brimming with pride. When she arrived on her old familiar streets, the entire town was there to greet her like an avenging hero. They had a parade for her, she was treated like royalty and her beauty was roundly praised. There were humble apologies from everyone. At the end of the parade, a banquet was held in her honor. It was hosted by a beautiful, auburn-haired young woman of great renown and distinction. Dana could not see her face but she knew who the young woman was.

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She did not know what time it was, an increase in the drone of traffic and a trace of light glowing around the edge of the curtain told Dana it was early morning. She felt two soft, fleshy pillows lightly dragging over her skin and then a pair of lips kissing her arm, her shoulder and her neck. She smiled and opened her eyes to see a tussled halo of hair and two puffy eyes beaming down upon her. “Good morning,” said Violett, kissing her tenderly.

“Good morning,” answered Dana when their lips parted. “Who’s been sleeping in my bed?” A thrill like a summer breeze blew through her as the fond memory of who shared her bed refreshed itself in her mind. She rolled onto her back and stretched. She felt so invigorated and happy.

“Do you like sex in the morning,” asked last night’s angel?

“I don’t know,” replied Dana bemusedly. “I suppose it’s never too late to learn.” It would have been impossible to say no to those lips. Those lips were kissing her neck and shoulder again, working their way toward Dana’s tender breasts. She smiled to herself, this woman had a way of really making her feel wanted, and that was so nice to wake up to. She felt the tuft of Violett’s pubic area against her thigh. Violett was rubbing herself against her, priming herself for the approaching act. Dana could feel the moistness of her lover’s anticipation smearing on her leg. She swept her fingers through her own labia and found a matching ambition. Her erection was stirring awake too, anxious for another taste of sweet Violett. The rest of Dana’s body was not quite as alert. She cradled her bedmate in her arms and passively let herself be made love to.

Violett found her nipple and attached herself to it. Meanwhile, she had straddled Dana’s thigh and was grinding herself with blind determination. Dana lifted her knee to give her lover a better objective. She heard soft, steady moans from her partner, rising in pitch to meet that pinnacle of delight. Violett tensed and squealed through her body’s commotion. Dana stroked her and kissed her head after it had passed its course. Violett recovered and continued. Their lovemaking continued for over a half an hour, Violett exercised herself from one peak to the next while alternating attention on Dana’s nipples; Dana enjoying her own rub in a slow push against Violett’s hip.

Dana was so contented to let her body be used for her lover’s pleasure. She could have gladly spent the entire morning watching her pet enjoy herself so shamelessly and affectionately. After a particularly intense climax had wrought her, Violett rose up from Dana’s body. She lay across Dana, to the side and lowered her head to Dana’ lap. Dana felt kisses about her navel, hips and thighs. She smiled as she felt an assault mounted teasingly toward her sex.

Violett kissed her way to Dana’s vulva and then parted the lips with her tongue, delving through the puffy lips she went the length and then worked back and forth to tantalize the sensitive folds with her raspy lick. When she had driven Dana to deep sighs, she finally turned her attention to the now achingly stiff erection which rose from the top of the narrow slit in a gentle arc toward Dana’s belly. She drug her tongue over it in the same fashion, pushing Dana’s anticipation to the extreme before her lips passed over the tip and engulfed the member into her mouth’s silky embrace.

Dana moaned loudly. She was quickly brought to the precipice of ultimate pleasure just like she was brought the night before. Violett’s mouth was working a mastery on her precious little organ she found hard to believe. That mouth was sliding up and down as the tongue swirled and flittered all about its length and tip. Soft lips gripped the long, tender clitoris and her gentle suction drew the supple flesh snugly against her licking caress. Just as quick as that, Dana felt her climax approaching. Violett’s thumb entered her and pressed upon the roof of her vagina, Dana plunged over the edge. She grunted, thrust up her hips, and her urethra spat out her ejaculation against Violett’s pressed palm. Her body, still weak from her night’s sleep, twitched and shook. Violett sucked hard on her until her crisis had fully passed and then released her and began kissing her length. That was Dana’s first early morning tryst and as the soothing afterglow spread through her she pondered making it a regular habit in her life.

Violett rose and smiled wickedly. She positioned herself on her knees straddling Dana’s hips. Dana knew what they were about to engage in and placed her hands on Violett’s waist. Violett lifted Dana’s still-erect flesh and positioned it at her sex’s open gate. She lowered herself on Dana, sank down to sit in Dana’s pelvis, and then gyrated to fully set their congress. Dana spread her knees to afford unobstructed access. They took each other by the hands and laced their fingers. For a long time they just smiled at each other.

Violett began to move, astounding Dana with a motion that would make a belly dancer proud. She moved only her hips and alternated between a rocking and a circular action. The way she moved was causing Dana’s penis to be swirled around in soft, silky-smooth depths almost as stimulating as her mouth. Violett’s eyes closed and she threw back her head. She arched her back and pressed her pubic bone against Dana’s, her dance intensified and she moaned her pleasure.

Dana lifted her head to watch their patches grind against each other. She admired the contrast between her red curls and her lover’s dark comb. She noticed Violett’s breasts hanging in front of her, swaying enticingly. She wrapped her arms around Violett’s back and pulled herself into the soft flesh. She found a nipple with her mouth, sucking and tickling it with her tongue like had been done to hers. The effect on Violett was immediate. Her groans became louder, her breathing quickened and her hips twisted and ground with a fierce urgency. She was rising to some pinnacle higher than anything she had displayed the night before. Suddenly, Dana felt every muscle in Violett’s body tense and harden under her soft skin. “Oh, puss!” she exclaimed out loud and just froze, “Uhhhhhg!” Her voice fell off into a kind of wailing lament. She remained straining above Dana for almost a minute before grunting and then collapsing atop her like a wet towel. Dana caught her and followed her down.

Dana wondered if her partner was alright. She reached for Violett’s hand lying by her face and clasped it. She was relieved when the hand responded, laced her fingers and held tight. Dana soothed and stroked her beautiful friend and contemplated the simple symbolism of two lover’s clasped hands. The minutes passed as the two reflected on their union.

Dana needed to pee. She carefully rolled Violett onto her back. She brushed the hair from Violett’s face and then kissed her on each of her eyelids. Violett smiled and said hoarsely, “’ couple more like that and I’ll be in a coma.”

Dana kissed her again and said, “You rest, I gotta go tinkle.”

“Don’t lose your way back,” she replied.

Dana pulled the covers over her lover and slid out of bed. In the bathroom she squat down on the toilet and assessed herself. Her penis hung out before her vulva, swollen and distended from her extended rut, her labia were still puffed out from the remnants of her arousal. With one hand she lifted the dangling clitoris out of the way and spread apart the stretched and bloated flaps to pee. There was a bit of a sting that she always had when she urinated not long after an ejaculation. It passed and she enjoyed her relief. She reached over to the sink and turned on the hot water then tossed a washrag into the basin.

Arising from her squat, she faced the mirror and looked at herself. It was her familiar fresh morning face with no trace of shame or remorse, just a glint of seasoned wisdom gained from her newfound awareness. She took the rag from the sink, wrung it, and tended to her adventured sex. She wiped away the dried remains of herself and Violett’s ardor. In the soothing warmth she found a new pride in her maligned genitals. They had rewarded her richly and in stark contrast to her past affairs, they had been welcomed and cherished by a doting lover. Yes, she liked the woman she saw in the mirror.

Returning to bed she found Violett curled up sound asleep. Dana spooned with her and held her tight. She mused what a nice girlfriend the witty and charming young miss would make. She dozed off and on a bit and played with the happy thoughts in her mind.

Invariably, her mind tended toward the sensual and the sensuous creature she held. Her scent, the softness of her skin, her capacity for pleasure all drew Dana’s arousal. She opened her eyes to find Violett asleep on her stomach. She brought up her thigh and wrapped her leg over the sleeping woman’s upturned posterior. She felt her erection swell, yearning for appeasement and when Dana pressed it to the yielding plush of Violett’s rump she fed that yearning. She wanted Violett, again. She rolled atop her partner and began to stroke Violett’s arms and shoulders, trying to stir her lover’s passion. Her lips followed her caresses and made their way to Violett’s neck and cheek. Violett stretched and giggled.

“There she is,” she whispered into Violett’s ear. “Let’s play.”

“Nnmmh?” cooed Violett with a broad smile. “You want some of this? Hmmn? You wanna bump some fur?”

Dana responded to Violett’s taunts with her kisses. Her lover’s teasing remarks were tugging urgently on her desire. “Time for some Angel food.”

“Yeah?… You want some fuck, don’t you?… Gimme some tail,” She lifted her butt, into Dana’s needful flesh. “It’s yours, puss.”

Dana welcomed the offering, pushing and bumping her hungry clitoris against the ample, soft cushion. She wrapped her arms around Violett’s arms and craned her neck over Violett’s shoulder. Violett lifted her head to meet the kiss. The two held their twisted embrace and turned that kiss into a moment of passion that rivaled all of their encounters. Dana spread her knees around Violett’s thighs to better enjoy her grind. As they kissed that grind turned into a steady hump.

Violett arched her back and lifted her butt higher, letting her lover use her. Their lips met and broke, met and broke, smacking the sweet sound of consumed lover’s ardor. As Dana humped and fucked against Violett her own secretions lubricated their contact and she soon found her engorged clitoris sliding in silky-smooth ecstasy. The billowing cushion embraced her flesh while at the same time provided an ideal mount. The soft skin between her thighs completed the sensation and Dana fell into such bliss she never wanted to end.

“Oh, baby that’s good. That’s… so… good,” Dana groaned between kisses.

“It’s us, honey… We’re good together,” breathed Violett. “Take me, puss… Make me yours… Use me… Love me.”

Violett was the picture of passivity, holding her rump high in the air for her lover’s enjoyment and seeking nothing in return but her lover’s mounting delight.

Dana felt passion like she had never known simmering inside her. She burned her kisses into Violett’s neck and shoulder, swimming in the tide of pliant flesh, sliding and bumping in ecstasy. With it came a yearning, almost akin to love. Could she? Could she fall in love with this woman? The offer was made, she gave herself to Dana. She said she wanted Dana to take her, captivate her, conquer her, and bind her devotion. Dana was deeply moved by the notion and she never wanted anything so much in her life.

She pumped her tender organ into the soft flesh beneath her. Violett’s creamy smooth skin pressed into the hollow of Dana’s hips and cushioned the embrace of Dana’s thighs. Dana spread her knees wide and humped into the luxurious softness and never wanted it to end.

The two worked together, pushing back and forth, teasing copulatory urges that were beyond either woman’s familiarity. They sought no reward or singular goal, just the extension of their enraptured mood and their tongue-sucking kisses traded over Violett’s shoulder. Violett reached back with her hand to stroke and pull encouragingly at Dana’s hip.

It went on for almost an hour as the two women skirted the edge of abandonment. Violett took the plunge over the edge. “Inside me,” she exerted and pushed her rump higher, arching her back, rising up on her knees, exposing her crotch to Dana’s pressing need. Dana slid lower as Violett then reached between her legs and her fingers found Dana’s erection. She pulled it toward her waiting cleft and parted her legs to receive it. Violett was hungry for the intimacy of their union and for her reward, Dana would feed her.

Dana curled her hips around Violett’s butt and thrust toward the wet, clasping prize. Guided by Violett’s fingers she found herself again immersed in that warm, clinging embrace. Dana reached around her lover’s waist for leverage, pressed herself in deep and held it. The feeling of Violett’s cushy posterior pressed firmly against her girding hips gave an added sense of envelopment and Dana indulged herself in it. She wanted to prolong that steady, rolling grind they had so enjoyed just before uniting and so she made her thrusting the same kind of slow, even push with an added twist of her hips which made her penis stir around in Violett’s womanhood. She held herself up by her arms over Violett and enjoyed the view over her supine partner. She admired the way her lover so freely offered herself and Dana seasoned her mind for thoroughly satisfactory sex.

“Are you mine, honey?” Violett’s voice sank sultry and low. “I’m yours, lovey. It’s all for you. Say you’re mine.”

She felt soft flesh against her tummy, her pubis, her hips and between her thighs. Swerving, curling, twisting, and grinding against the voluptuous cushion of Violett’s ample and welcoming back-side, Dana pressed her erection into the moist snugness and it responded by clutching on her tender member. She wanted it to never end.

“Give me, puss. Give it to your baby.” Violett’s voice now a low, raspy croak. “Love me. Love me. Nmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Dana thrust in deep and slow. She felt a twitching movement through her entrenched penis and realized her partner was fiercely frigging herself to a matching gratification. Both women were groaning and moaning in their separate ecstasies. Dana was quickly discovering a mastery of her pleasure such that through concise control of her movements she could tease herself to the verge of orgasm and then prolong that sensation indefinitely. She was loosing all track of time and determined, through Violett’s demeanor, she was lost in the same state of mind.

Long into their consuming rapture, Dana felt trembling fingers creep across the underside of her delving penis and pleasure compounded itself to yet higher extremes. While trying to cope with this, Violett’s finger hooked its way into Dana’s vagina and began stirring it. She deftly found that wonderful spot on the roof of Dana’s vagina and pressed it delicately in a circular motion.

The effect on Dana was rapid and powerful. The orgasm she thought she would control leapt upon her before she could prepare. A spastic torrent seized her and she bucked hard into her partner evoking a moan and then her thick, milky expulsion dribbled into Violett’s hand and her own tight, red curls. “Oh… sweet baby,” she whispered as she lowered her head onto Violett’s shoulder. Her cheek nestled in the soft, fragrant curls of Violett’s mane and she repeatedly bore her sucking kisses onto her lover’s shoulder. Her pause was brief and she resumed her steady thrust and twist. The climax wracked her but so intense was her level of arousal it made little impact on her focus.

Dana dug her hand beneath her lover’s hip, delving for her key to ecstasy and found it at the top of Violett’s cleft. Not really knowing the limits of another woman’s clitoris she approached it carefully. Starting at its base, she pressed a finger on either side of the narrow ridge of flesh and worked it round in a circle, opposite the twist of her hips, and then moved her way toward the end. She knew she had succeeded when moans rose from Violett in increasing volume.

An orgasm had taken Violett, her shudder confirmed it. Dana continued, playing the young temptress’ pleasure as she cooed her way to another shaking crescendo. She soon had Violett lapsed into the same daze of climactic rapture she had fallen into the preceding night.

She found Dana’s other hand, resting by her head, and Violett pulled Dana’s thumb into mouth and began sucking it and twirling her tongue around it like she had treated Dana’s clitoris. Underneath the two, the ejaculate spilled by Dana had been smeared and spread by both of their hands until a slick coating covered both of their pubic areas. Violett’s moans came out long and regular, her responsiveness drew away but she kept her massaging finger gently stirring Dana’s vagina, her rump held high and her crotch exposed to Dana’s rolling lunges.

Dana assumed the same detachment, resting all but her thrusting hips and cleverly digging fingers. She focused on her own pleasure and enjoyed Violett’s freely offered sexuality. She let her finger probe back, down over Violett’s slit to her vagina. She felt her penis sliding over it and into Violett. She marveled at the sensation and then followed her plunging member into the slick, snug hole. She delighted in tickling her own clit as it fucked into her friend. Yes, she loved that word now.

Dana soon felt another of her own orgasms approaching and rather than negotiate it into a fitting opportunity, she let it come at its own pace. Dana’s hips spastically slammed tight against her lover and as electric joy surged through her every nerve she gushed another dose of her emissions over both women’s busy hands. Undaunted by the release, Dana sought what lie beyond it and continued her exertion against beautiful Violett’s backside. She returned her fingers to her lover’s clitoris and then slowly abandoned her consciousness. She eventually became lost in the steady drip-feed of pleasure. She lapsed into the same state as Violett and began the same long, droning moans of absent delight. On it went.

Their struggle became weaker and weaker until either barely moved at all but they held their connection, Dana’s penis lodged firmly in Violett’s pussy and each of them lost deep in the recesses of her own bliss.

The two absorbed lovers continued through the morning, pushing and straining against each other, writhing in their love dance, oblivious to the world. Violett quaked through many small eruptions. Dana’s next orgasm hit her like a convulsion, her ejaculate completely spent, came out a weak trickle.

Following her final orgasm, Dana seemed to be lost in the throes of her lust and just shivered and convulsed on Violett’s back. Alarmed, Violett rolled her off, knelt beside her and scooped her up in her arms. “Dana? Honey? Sweetie, come out of it.”

Dana bolted upright, “What! Wh-what!.”

“Shhh shh. It’s OK. You’re alright.” Violett held on to her and peppered her with kisses to calm her down.

Slowly regaining her awareness, Dana rested her head on the softness of Violett’s breast and let her fright be soothed away. The storm had passed. She was a helpless lump of raw emotions. Her exertions had left her in a daze that was too comfortable to disturb.

Dana wanted to reach out from her silence but she was overwhelmed by a flurry of strange feelings about herself, her needs, and her perennial values. It was a delirium of new and conflicting thoughts that swirled in her mind, clamoring for attention. She stayed them off and let her mind drift in the sweet, languid absence. She took note of each feeling and set them aside for later contemplation.

In this instant, she just wanted to relax in the soft comforting embrace. It felt familiar to her. It felt like the safety of her mother’s soothing hug. Another new feeling popped into her awareness – shame. What would her mother say about all this? She pushed that away for later, with the other feelings. The only feeling she felt like dealing with was gratitude. She felt she really should be thanking Violett for all she had given her. Yes, she must do that but to linger in this narcotic disconnection for just a while longer…

She wrapped her arms around Violett’s waist and held her firmly. She listened to the gentle thumping of her lover’s heart and tried to formulate in words the appreciation she needed to express. Her ravenous erection slowly wilted in want of Violett’s body. Her nipples softened from their alert yearning. The couple’s relationship silently transformed as they each adjusted to new roles, the people they were outside this room.

Violett seemed to understand Dana’s reticence. It was not the time to push sensuality but rather to draw back to each other’s comfort zones. To make ready for the reemergence to the non-sexual world. To, perhaps, resurrect their relationship beyond the bed, as two friends with a secret bond.

The moment was priceless to both of them and they would have clung to it indefinitely but the phone burst in upon their peace with an angry ring. Dana slowly rose and crawled over to answer it. “Hello,” she said, weakly.

“Yes. This is the front desk,” came a nasally female voice. “It is now 11 o’clock. Check out time is noon. Would you like to check out or will you be staying with us another night?”

“No. I’ll be checking out at noon,” answered Dana. She felt awkwardly exposed, talking to this woman from the love-nest of another.

“Alright then,” the oblivious woman replied. “Shall I put this charge on your card?”

“Yes, that will be fine.”

“We hope you enjoyed your stay. Please come again.”

Dana just hung up the phone. Her exciting adventure was over. She felt like a kid at the end of a carnival ride. And, embarrassingly, she had yet to absolve herself with Violett. She knelt by the nightstand, in the same fuzzy-headed silence.

“Come on, honey,” said Violett, sliding off the bed and standing in front of Dana. “There’s time to get cleaned up. Let me help you.” She reached around her shoulders and helped Dana to her feet. It was not the lust filled embrace they shared the night before but a helpful one as Dana leaned against her friend to be guided to the bathroom.

Violett turned on the water for the shower and tested it. She took a towel from the rack, bent over and wrapped it around her hair and tied it into a quick knot. She stood up and looked into Dana’s eyes. Her smile was warm and understanding.

Dana returned her smile and opened her mouth to speak. ‘Tell her! Tell her she is the most wonderful being you have ever known! Tell her you cannot thank her enough and you will never forget her!’ Dana’s mind screamed for her to say. Nothing came out, she just smiled and stroked Violett’s back.

Violett took hold of her elbow and assisted her to step into the tub, showing her more nurturing comfort than any lover ever had. The warm water was a treat in itself and Dana retreated further into herself. She felt no ill will toward Violett, on the contrary, she felt warmth and companionship but she was becoming afraid her silence was giving the opposite impression. They quietly shared their shower, took turns under the spray and washed away their passion’s residue. Dana looked imploringly into Violett’s eyes trying to convey what she could not say. Violett patted her on the cheek, smiled and nodded her head. She seemed to comprehend Dana’s contemplative mood, like she had seen it before or had maybe felt it herself at some time.

After their shower they dried off and then set about getting dressed. Dana had travelling clothes already laid out and her bags were packed. She placed her clothes from last night in the shopping bag and then got herself dressed.

Violett’s chore was less complex. She stuffed her stockings, garter belt and slip in her bag and then began dressing from the pile on the floor. Dana watched her and slowly began to grasp what hitherto insurmountable barriers this modest heroine had knocked down for her. She wondered what Violett would go home to, what champion would rise for her causes. She became very sad for her and felt like crying. That is when the dam burst and Dana finally spoke her gratitude. She gathered Violett in her arms and gave her a warm hug.

“Oh, Violett. I… I…,” she sobbed. “Can I ever thank you enough? Last night meant so much to me. You were so wonderful. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Violett returned the embrace and they held each other like two long parted friends.

“I’m so glad,” whispered Violett. “You’re a wonderful young lady. And if you can’t find a guy to figure that out, you can always count on me.”

Dana pulled back to gauge her admission.

Violett looked at her imploringly. “Here,” she said. She used the pen from the dresser and quickly jotted something down on the note pad before tearing off the sheet and handing it to Dana. “Call me,” said Violett. “Any time. Even if you just want to talk.”

Dana read the note. It was her name – her whole name – with a phone number and an address. It was a very imprudent gesture, especially for a professional. Dana took it to mean genuine concern about her as a person, not just about sex.

Violett handed her a tissue and kissed her cheek. “I mean it,” she said, almost as if reading Dana’s mind. “You’re a cherished part of me now. I’ll always be here for you.” She lifted Dana’s chin and looked her directly in her eyes. “We had better say our goodbyes here,” whispered Violett. “Outside is another world.”

Dana finished drying her eyes and then threw her arms around Violett and hugged her tight. Their embrace was long and silent, temple to temple; they gathered the last semblance of each other’s essence to commit to memory. A clattering noise from parking lot jolted them from their observance. They kissed again – not the lust crazed frenzy, but a sincere and respectful exchange of farewells. They separated and picked up their things. It was time to go.

Dana was first out of the room with her bags and made directly for the trunk of her car. Violett closed the door and followed. After Dana had opened the trunk and placed her bags inside she turned to her friend to speak again of her special gratitude. “I…,” she began but Violett turned her head and glanced to alert Dana of the cleaning woman pulling her cart up the walk. Dana bit her lip in frustration. Violett gave her a smile and a wink then just slowly backed toward her car.

That would have to do for a goodbye. Dana closed her trunk and got into her car hoping she would not break down again. She backed out of her spot and catching Violett’s face as she looked over her shoulder she brushed away a tear and waved solemnly to her Angel of Lost Girls.

As she drove down the lot and to the street, Dana glanced back in her rear view mirror. Violett still stood there where she left her, in a wide, relaxed stance, watching Dana drive away. Mascara smeared eyes. Her hair hung in a tussled muss about her head and shoulders. Her blouse spilled out loosely around her waist and her skirt was a cascade of wrinkles. Used and bedraggled as she was, she was still the most beautiful woman Dana had ever seen.

A gap opened in traffic and Dana pulled out onto the street. A short block later she was on the freeway. She felt confident, validated, revitalized. Maybe Violett had meant everything she said. Maybe it wasn’t all just part of the show. Maybe Dana possessed the charms to capture the wanton woman’s heart. She knew she would come back someday soon to test her flesh against the pretty call-girl again. She didn’t know where it would lead, but it was such a delightful notion to hold on to. All she knew for certain was that she would arrive home a surer, wiser woman than when she left. For now, that was priceless to her.

The End

Lesbian Stories

Sun, 29 Jan 2017 20:57:29 UTC

my new neighbor

hello my name is John and I’m 30 years old and I have been single for the past 3 years I just moved into this apartment complex no more than 3 months ago and to be honest with you it’s really nice everything’s cheap and affordable but enough about me I’m going to tell you a story that happened to me last week I was chilling in my apartment playing my PS3 minding my own business and I get a knock on my front door so I stop what I’m doing to get up and see who it was by looking through the small window on my front door and I realize it was my new neighbors next door she was moving in 3 days ago so I decided to answer the door and she was standing there in a green towel and I asked her what’s up and she said nothing I really hate to ask you this but is it possible that I could use your shower because my hot water is out and I really needed to take a shower and soon after she said that to me without hesitation I said sure come on in my name is John I’m new here and she said my name is Tracy and I’m new here as well and she said that she was sorry for asking you to use my shower because normal people ask for a cup of sugar and I told her don’t worry about it I’ve been there before so I moved to my left allowing her to step in and I told her the shower is down the hall to the right and she said thank you so as she walked by me I can smell the beautiful smell coming off her beautiful body and I could not help myself but notice that I was getting a small erection just by the sight of her in that green towel by watching her walk down the hallway and soon as she gets to the bathroom door she stops looks back at me as I’m watching her and she said you can help me if you want to I promise I don’t bite with a smile on her face and then I’m standing there with my small erection knowing what she just asked me thinking to myself do I and I said to myself why not so I went to shut my PS3 off and started making my way down the hall noticing she was not in the doorway anymore I approach the door and started to open it and noticed that the towel was sitting on my toilet and she was already in the shower with her back facing me and I can see a good view of her ass so I started to undress standing in my bathroom completely naked with a full erection staring at my neighbor standing in my shower completely naked thinking to myself what do I do so I decided to say the hell with it and step in from behind and as I step into the shower she asked me if I could get her back so she took her left hand and handed me the rag so I took the rag and applied some soap to it and started to wash her back from her left shoulder to her right shoulder working my way down to her lower back and I stopped before getting to her ass and she said you can keep going I promise I won’t bite so I decided to say the hell with it and continued washing her lower body down to her feet and as I was making my way back up she started to turn around and as I was working my way up I noticed that she had a dick like me and I stop drop the rag and started to stand up but she put both her hands on my shoulders and push me back down to my knees and said don’t stop keep doing what you’re doing so here I am on my knees with a dude’s dick in my face not knowing what to do but at the same time realizing that my erection has not going anywhere so as I’m sitting here on my knees not knowing what to do she spoke out and said look you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to I just figured you knew what I was in the beginning and he said look I had no idea that you was a dude and she said look it’s okay I thought you knew and he said no not really and she took her hands off the shoulder and said look I’ll just finished here and let myself out and after she said that I decided to go with it so I took both of my hands place them on her cheeks and took my mouth and stuck out my tongue and started to lick her head an about 5 to 10 seconds of doing that it started to get hard and I’ve noticed the more I did that the big rig got and I’m starting to realize that she’s a helluva lot bigger then me so I took my right hand and grabbed the shaft and started to hold it up allowing it to slide in my mouth a lot easier and I had her entire head in my mouth and as I’m sliding my tongue all over her head I started to taste a salty taste in my mouth and after about 5 minutes of doing this she shoved me away saying I can’t do this and here is there somewhere we can go to finish this and he said yes we could go to my bedroom to finish this and she said once more are you sure you are okay with this and he said this is my first time ever doing something to the same sex and she said honey trust me you are about to have a blast so he stands up steps out of the shower so does she and they both walk out of the bathroom back up the hall turn to the right and make their way into the bedroom and as both of them standing at the foot of the bed holding hands looking at each other with the look of excitement on each others face part 2 coming soon comment below to let me know what you think I’m new at this hope you guys enjoy

Transgender Stories

Fri, 16 Dec 2016 17:57:26 UTC

My hung roommate trained me to be his bitch. Part 1.

First off, my fetish is sucking, I never knew I was a size queen till I had a BBC, it was fucking jaw dropping and head numbing. I loved it.

I first met Darriel in college, we both had the same classes together, and he stank of weed, so we definitely hit it off. We’d go to my car or his in between breaks. Before the year was over, I started wearing more girl clothes, because I was year in my transition and I was already plenty passable. My hair was a short bob, but I wanted it a bit longer to match this blonde wig I had. My body was filling out and I had tiny b cup tits to go with my huge butt, wide hips and small waist.

I was wearing a crop top hoodie with some short shorts and leggings when Darriel asked if I wanted to smoke a shatter at his place. The dorms I was living in prohibited indoor smoking. He lived in a 2 bedroom adjoining condo, and I immediately took to chilling on the couch.

"You can take off your sweater, the bong gets kind hot" As he takes off his shirt. And. there he was, just shirtless now. I can see a huge bulge in his shorts, definitely almost rock hard. I bite my lip, and he makes me inch closer.

"I thought we came here to smoke huh?"

"Yeah, but I want to you swallow my nut after." He pulls me in for a kiss, he sucks my big lips, and I suck his lower lip, and bite.

He pulls me away, lights up the bong, and takes a hit. He passes it to me, and we hit it a couple times. He turns on the TV, cause we’ve just been hugging for a minute and I’m just stroking his bulge. It must be 9 or 10" but the girth was crazy…

He stands up, and towers over me, I’m still sitting as I look up at him wanting, as he takes off his shorts. He plops his big black cock on my face, and it covers me, from chin to hair, he makes me sniff it. He tells me "You know you want to" so I build up some spit and kiss his head, I could barely make it to the halfway point, my jaw was numb and my eyes were rolling. His smell was so fucking strong, I start stroking the shaft, but always lick the whole thing.

He’s rock hard now and tells me to suck his balls hard while sniffing his shaft. He tells me to stand up for him, he puts on some music and tells me to give him a lap dance, I take off my shorts, and grind on him in only my panties. I twerk and bounce my ass, he grabs both my cheeks and starts biting and sucking and tells me to suffocate him with my booty. I sit on his lap now and I find his big cock between my thick thighs almost half of it out as I jerk it.

He grabs my neck and pulls back for a hard kiss, while I stroke his cock and balls. He slaps my ass when I stop grinding, he squeezes my waist as I dry hump him.

"I’ve been waiting to cum on this pretty face for awhile now."

He grabs my hair and brings me to my knees, and tells me to suck the head hard. He strokes his long dick as he’s about to nut while grabbing my hand, tells me to remember how he likes it gripped.

"Get ready bitch, swallow it all."

He busts his load, and I gulp and gulp but some drop to my chest and the side of my mouth, it was so much.

He sat down, and I just laid my head on his lap, still sucking and stroking his big dick. His hand inside my panties, as he fingers the entrance of my hole while we watch some movie.

"Open that black plastic bag over there."

"Okay."

"That’s yes daddy from now on." He said sternly.

"…yes daddy."

Inside the bag was a metal butt plug. and said to take his dick properly I need to loosen my tight hole until I can’t take it anymore I have to wear it all day, and not remove it unless he’s dumping his load in me. I am to live with him now, rent free, but in exchange I am his personal fuck toy. I’m not his girlfriend, or anything, just soon to be favorite hole. I have to suck his dick on command, before he wakes up, whenever wherever.

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I wrote this wearing this: www.gfycat.com/belatedvaluabledwarfrabbit
my email for feedback/comments: whatuprose93@gmail

–other than the description of myself this is all fiction– thanks for reading.

Transgender Stories

Sat, 03 Mar 2018 20:45:14 UTC

Fuck Me Baby

fuck me baby.

my name is samantha. her name is jen. We used to work together. i wont ever forget how much i loved being around

jen. Her big tits.. her petite figure.. her pretty eyes.. i can remember her like if it was yesterday. i dont know

if this is love or lust but it is something. i will take you back 3 months ago.

I had just started working as a cashier for a sporting store. i was introduced to everyone by my boss the day i got

the job.. including jen. I hadnt really paid attention to her at the moment but she sure was cute. My shifts would

get switched around often. It was done because the boss always wanted to keep us on a leash and off of our asses.

Tom, my coworker would always brag to me about how much he liked jen. How much he desired to suck on her tits and

lick her asshole. "She always says she’s busy", tom told me after explaining his desires for jen.
"maybe she is just in a bad mood. you may never know what she’s going through". Tom was the kind of guy who

couldnt take no for an answer. his giant ego wouldn’t let him accept the fact that jen didn’t want to sit on his

dick. It made me think. Why would a pretty girl like jen reject a handsome man like tom? Don’t straight women love

hot buff men? that’s the moment jen became interesting.Tom loved to work with me because after finding out that i

loved women like he does.. i would be his diary and he would tell me all of his little secrets. All of my life i

had always loved women. I had a few boyfriends.. but none of them could ever make me feel like a real woman.
The end of the week was coming to an end and my schedule had changed and throughout the whole month it was my turn

to work with jen. I was working the register towards the back of the store near the fitting rooms and she was

assigned to organize clothes and accessories.
"hi im jen" she said to me with her big pretty eyes & walked off smiling. she was wearing some tight

leggings and a low cut shirt. I tried so hard to not stare at her cleavage which was pretty hard not to do.
"hey.. im samantha but you can call me sammy", i replied. As she walked off i wondered if she noticed the

fact that i was avoiding to look down the entire time. the day was slow. some customers were extremely rude. It was

almost 20 minutes till closing.
"Folks please head towards the registers to make your final purchase we will be closing shortly.. thank

you" said my manager as he slammed the microphone off."Cant i get a fucking break around here. the head supervisor

is on my fucking ass and these customers need to hurry the fuck up or else my wife is going to bitch at me when i

get home", he mumbled to the group as we proceeded to finish our duties. I was busy counting receipts and what not

and then jen came over.
"its so boring", she said dramatically as she yawned. I was too busy trying to finish my work so i just

smiled and nodded so she could know that i wasnt ignoring her. "do you need any help?" she said as she looked into

my eyes and smiled. I was so happy to know that she was going to help me because i was really tired of asking a

million questions because i had forgotten some steps. As i told her my situation.. she got really close to me..

grabbed the receipts from my hand and brushed up against it. her skin was super soft.. and her perfume was luring

me in.
"thank you. i had forgotten completely. i feel like a fucking moron" i said to her. She laughed.
"it’s okay. i’d rather explain to you than for you to get in trouble with the supervisor because he’s such a

fucking perv" she said to me as she rolled her eyes.
"well no wonder.. someone like you would get that kind of attention" i added. She paused for a second and

then smiled really big as she looked down at her body.
"thank you. it’s so fucking annoying.. especially when i don’t like men.. but yet i can pass as such a straight

bitch oh my god." she uttered. I fell into shock. This whole time.. tom had always told me that she was straight

and that she had a boyfriend and what not and then it all clicked in my head. Jen.. the beautiful women.. my

coworker.. was really a lesbian. She secretly hid it from everyone.. except for me. This sent me through shock and

the next remaining weeks of the month were life changing.

We ended up closing and of course i couldn’t help but think about what jen had said to me. As i found

myself relentlessly looking at her.. i wondered what she was like. I wondered about her hobbies.. what music she

listens to.. what her horoscope was… i found myself falling in love with a woman i barely knew.
The next day came and work was slow. My manager had us working the fitting rooms. Me and her were

monitoring the customers who were coming in and out with a shitload of clothes. This one butch looking woman came

towards the section and before she could look towards our direction.. jen hid underneath the register. "well hello

there. " the woman said to me in a flirtatious tone.
"hello. how may i help you?" i replied in a friendly manner.
"hi. hehe. um. do you know if a girl named jen still works here?" the woman asked. I felt a tug on my knee and when

i looked down really fast i could see jen mouthing the words "fuck no".
i then proceeded to pretend i was working on a document and replied,"i’m sorry i don’t think so".
"FUCK" replied the woman as she dashed out of the store.
"Is she gone?" jen asked me. I nodded.
"oh my fucking god. i can’t believe she found me. what the hell." said jen as she nervously laughed.
"You mean you cant believe she ALMOST found you. who was that anyway?" i asked curiously.
"oh shes um.. an old friend." jen said with these big bulging eyes as if she saw the devil. the way that butch

woman looked with her fohawk and baggy jeans i would be scared as fuck too and hide too. I had always kept to

myself.I wasn’t the type to have a big mouth. So whenever tom would ask me about what me and jen talk about.. i

would just always reply with " oh you know.. girl things". He would immediately drop the subject and carry on about

his day.

The next day came and it was me and jens spot again to work the fitting rooms. "thank you for lying for me

yesterday" jen said as she looked at the ground with dreamy like eyes.
"your welcome. she scared me too haha" i replied. She laughed and smiled at me. only this time.. this smile was

much more genuine and more intimate. The kind of smile that said i think i wanna fuck you. After she said that i

could feel us getting closer.. and closer. As the hours slowed down.. the supervisor came towards us rushing and

said he had an emergency. He had asked jen if she could close tonight because she had been the longest one working

there. As he handed her the keys… she just looked at me. Her eyes were screaming.. "fuck me baby". for some

reason even though i hadn’t revealed much to her i had felt like if she understood every part of my being. the only

things jen knew about me was that i had been single for a long time and that my favorite food was pasta. For some

reason though every little action or thing i would do she would laugh and comment things such as, "that’s

adorable." I think that is what made me feel so comfortable in her presence.
It was an hour towards closing time and it was me and her alone in the store. Tom and the coworkers had

left for happy hour to celebrate the fact that the supervisor wasnt around to tell them anything. it was just me

and jen. I was busy organizing sweaters and jackets. The fitting rooms were full of stuff. however the only thing

that kept me from paying attention to my work was jen. Each time she would bend over i couldnt help but stare at

her big ass. I wanted to approach her so bad but i resisted. As i continued to do my work i could feel the tension

in the room getting more and more intense. level 1.. level 2… level 20. jen had finished her work and came over

to help me. The whole time though i couldn’t concentrate on organizing stuff because everytime she would bend over

i couldn’t help but look. "You know what.. fuck this. just throw it in this box we can just finish this tomorrow.

don’t worry. the boss won’t find it because i know all the hiding spots", jen said to me as she batted her eyes and

smacked her lips. OH my god. i couldn’t resist it now. As our eyes held contact i couldn’t help but feel so wet.

Jen broke the silence and as she did she came closer towards me and said, "lets just sit down and relax. fuck

work." i smiled back at her and sat on the ground as i stared at the mirrors in the fitting room. it was quiet. the

tension in the room had risen to level 300. i was so ready to fuck her on the spot.
"so do you like anyone?" she asked me. I was surprised she would even ask me that. after all the times me

and her have chatted never once has she brought up if i was interested in anyone. she wouldnt ever talk about it

either. it made me wonder.
"uhhhm" i replied nervously. From the corner of my eye i could see her directly staring at me. Her body

language and energy just lured me in. closer.. and closer. "nope. not really", i added. She stayed in the same

position and i was too nervous to turn my head and look at her. That’s when she grabbed my face and stuck her

tounge down my throat in the slowest most passionate way possible. It felt like i had orgasmed as she kissed me. As

she did.. she took me into a fitting room and that is when we started to get hotter… and hotter.
Our passion for eachother just lit the whole room on fire and at this point we were grinding up on

eachother. Her mouth and tongue felt so warm and sexy on my mouth. the way her tits pressed up against my body made

my pussy throb and throb. As we reached level 800 i could hear her softly moaning each time i would insert my

tongue into her mouth. "mmmm’ she uttered as i proceeded to lick her neck. i was so ready to take off her clothes

and as i made my way towards her breasts she stopped me and said.."lets get out of here".
We hadnt realized that we were already 15 minutes passed closing time and so we rushed out of there in a

heartbeat. We decided to just park at an empty lot and "hangout". On the drive towards the lot i could feel her

hand slowly caressing my thigh as i drove. My pussy was pounding at this point. i couldn’t wait to rub my pussy all

over hers and suck the shit out of her nipples. As i undressed her i couldnt help but notice her pink thong. I was

surprised. how could a pretty femme like jen go for an androgynous piece of shit like myself? anyways.. as i pulled

them off i could see how wet they were. the minute i took off my bikini briefs she started to get on top of me. As

she did she pulled my hair back and started to kiss my neck and rub my pussy. As we exchanged mutual body language

that is when the magic happened. she parted my legs so smoothly and as she did she kissed me so tenderly that i was

ready to cum the minute her pussy would fall on top of mine. the minute her pussy slipped and grinded on mine i

couldn’t help but moan. Each of her strokes felt like if i was swimming in waterfalls. Her nipples would gradually

come in and out of my mouth. I couldn’t help but feel that i was going to cum early just because her moans were so

sexy and her body was just unbelievable. She was so ubelievably wet and warm. I couldn’t help but thrust slowly

soaking in her juice. "mmm faster" she whispered as her moans were getting louder and louder. "MMMMMMM" she said.
"fuck. mmm" i uttered. as we were reaching climax i couldnt help but feel so connected to her. As we both

climaxed we couldnt help but keep on fucking. it was as if our pussies were glued and didn’t want to become

unstuck.
"keep going… mmmmmmm" she said. I loved the fact that she wanted more and more because i wanted more and

more. I found myself completely intoxicated each time i orgasmed. I wonder if she was feeling the same. "you’re so

goood.. oh god." she said before she let out a loud moan. As we orgasmed for the 80th time i could feel the energy

in the car release into a pool of satisfaction. the windows were fogged the fuck up and for the first time in my

life.. i knew what good sex was. I was in trouble.

Lesbian Stories

Tue, 08 Nov 2016 21:41:47 UTC

The Royal Interrogator

The young squire boy trembled in fear. He had been in his cell for what seemed like an eternity. The king had ordered him to be interrogated, and he was terrified of what that might entail.

The young lad, 14 years of age, was in the service of a wealthy nobleman and landowner who was opposed to the rule of this particular king. As such, the boy was often used to deliver coded messages to others of a like mind throughout the kingdom. It was on one of these late-night missions that he had been captured by the king’s royal guard on a night patrol.

After spending a cold night in bonds, he had been brought before the king. The monarch was informed of the young squire’s clandestine mission and was presented with evidence of treason: a note on parchment written in code. The king believed that the young lad knew the code, but the boy refused to betray his master.

“Very well,” declared the king sternly. “If you will not willingly talk, you will be interrogated. Take him to the royal interrogator. Return once you have the information I desire.” And with that the young teen was dragged out of the room by two guards and taken down a long corridor of steps to the lower levels of the palace. There he had been placed in his current room, a small cell with a wooden pallet to lay or sit on as one desired and a bucket of water.

Despite his efforts at courage, the youth was terrified. The king’s royal interrogator was known by reputation for extracting information the king desired. It was rumored that no one had ever withstood his interrogations for long. The boy tried hard to remain strong and put on a brave front, but he knew the truth: no one could resist the interrogator’s methods.

The lad tensed as he heard heavy footsteps approaching. The door to his cell swung open and two guards entered. They grabbed the boy by the arms and dragged him into the hall. He was thus escorted down the corridor and through a large doorway leading to another room. His heart seized and his breath caught in his chest. It was the interrogation room.

“Ahh, the young messenger boy, I see.” The voice came from a man in a dark red robe, the royal interrogator. “Place him on the rack,” the man said in an emotionless voice and a gesture of his hand. The guards did as ordered, dragging the boy across the room to a wooden rack with iron shackles for his hands and feet. Once there they pulled him to his feet and one of the guards drew a knife. The boy tensed up, but the guard proceeded to only cut away the lad’s clothing, a simple smock given him by the jailers.

Within seconds the young teen was naked before them, his clothes at his feet. The guards lifted the adolescent onto the rack, firmly securing his hands and feet in the iron shackles. In less than a minute he was strapped down, his body pulled taut and spread-eagle by the mechanism. And with that the two guards left the room, closing the door behind them and leaving him alone with the man in red.

The interrogator had his back to the teen, apparently occupied with something else. “I am the royal interrogator,” he said solemnly, confirming the boy’s worst fears. “It is my job to extract information from you, specifically the code to translate the message you carried.”

The boy momentarily shivered, his naked body exposed to the cold dungeon air. The man continued. “The challenge, you see, is to find the right motivation for each prisoner. Some respond to the pain of torture, others to the fear of torture. But others…” he turned and looked intently at the boy. “Others require more – how shall I say it? – refined methods.” A wry smile appeared on his face.

The interrogator stepped toward the boy, walking right up to the rack. He stood there silently, looking over the boy from head to toe, taking in every square inch of his slender body. The boy couldn’t help but notice that the interrogator’s lips were pursed together as his eyes moved along the boy’s body. The lad tried his best to control his breathing, putting on the bravest face he could.

“I have never interrogated a boy of your tender age. Fourteen, I believe? Ahh, I remember being that young. Yes, I believe I have just the thing for you. Trust me, dear boy, you will talk. Yes, you most certainly will!” he laughed.

The royal interrogator extended his hand, his fingers gently touched the boys bicep first, gently squeezing it as if to feel his muscles. The boy tensed slightly, trying to appear strong. The man’s fingers slowly descended down to the boy’s armpit. His fingertips ever-so-gently stroked the young lad’s wispy armpit hair as if conducting a physical examination. The boy trembled slightly in response to the ticklish feeling. The man continued to move his hand along the boy’s young body, taking the time to feel and examine every inch of him, even using his fingers to trace the outline of the boy’s toned muscles.

Despite the fear of impending torture, the boy was mortified to realize that he was becoming aroused. Unbelievably his youthful penis was beginning to stiffen. This did not go unnoticed to the royal interrogator.

“Hmm, what have we here?” he asked quizzically yet knowingly. The boy froze. He could only imagine the horrors of what was prepared for him. “Don’t worry,” continued the interrogator. “I won’t hurt it. I intend to use it.” And with that his hand slid down the boy’s body and gently grasped his hardening member.

The royal interrogator slowly ran his fingers along the length of the young boy’s shaft, gently feeling their way from the base to the head. Upon reaching the head he gently wrapped his hand around it, slowly rotating his wrist to delicately stroke the head with a feather-light touch. The boy gasped in pleasure.

“Does that feel good, my boy?” asked the royal interrogator with a wry smile. “I know it does. That’s the point, you see.” His eyes looked at the boy as the boy returned his gaze. “I suspect that you would not respond well to fear or pain, so I need to find another way with you. And you have given me that way, just as I suspected you would.” The youth appeared confused.

“Let me explain,” said the man. “You will remain on the rack while I slowly stroke your young penis. You will find my technique to be slow and cruel, excruciatingly so.” A broad smile appeared on the man’s face. “The key, you must understand, is to stimulate your adolescent member to the very edge of what you are able to endure…without letting you release.” The squire’s eyes opened wide. “Yes, my dear boy. I will keep you on the edge of release for as long as I have to. Maybe hours, maybe days. Who can say?”

The boy began to breathe heavier. At 14 years of age he knew full well how horny he could get. There were days when he sneaked through his master’s house looking for an unoccupied room in which to relieve himself. He knew the overwhelming desire that his raging boner could produce, the irresistible urge to spurt sometimes more than he could bear. The thought of being erotically stimulated for hours, even days, was more than he could comprehend.

The royal interrogator’s little speech had had the desired effect, he observed. The poor boy was breathing heavy, his eyes and mouth wide open, and his adolescent cock stiff as an iron rod. This would be a productive day, thought the interrogator, productive indeed. The poor lad was caught somewhere between fear and anticipation – fear of his impending torture on the one hand, anticipating the erotic stimulation on the other. The royal interrogator smiled to himself, inwardly delighted at the adolescent’s hopeless predicament.

With that the man began to lightly stroke the boy’s turgid pole, always taking care to never go too fast. Up and down he went, at times his fingers barely touching the young lad’s member, never deviating from his excruciatingly slow pace. But that was all it took. Within minutes the youth began to ooze precum, a sure sign that the torture was doing its job.

The royal interrogator watched with sadistic satisfaction as the boy’s eyes rolled back in his head, his lips slightly quivering. Yes, this was going to be an enjoyable day, he thought to himself. The fingers of his other hand roamed around the boy’s young body, sliding down to his scrotum and crotch, stroking his armpit hair, gently twirling his pubic hair. But through it all he continually focused his primary attention on the squire’s young cock, his raging, throbbing cock.

Within a short time the youth was moaning softly yet audibly. “Ohh. Ugh. Mmm.” Music to the torturer’s ears, it was. What had started out as a light emission of precum was quickly becoming a copious flow. Yes, this lad was horny, so very horny. And it was only to get worse – for him, at least.

As the minutes crawled by the interrogator ran his fingers gently along the boy’s pubic area and onto his belly. He leaned in close so the young man would be sure to hear. “It can all be over, you know. Just give me the code and I will give you the release you so desperately desire,” he whispered. “Think about it. All that tension in your young member, all that pressure and stress, released in one explosive moment. Think of what that would feel like. Yes, dear boy, your pent-up seed erupting from your penis, spurting powerfully from your body through the air. Think of how glorious it would feel.”

He was, damn, how he was! The boy was in sexual hysterics. The torment had only been going on for about an hour, but the young squire wasn’t sure how much more he could endure. He was constantly pulling against his restraints but to no avail; he was firmly secured. He had even tried thrusting his hips upward into the interrogator’s hand, hoping that it would be enough to trigger his release. But alas, the man had anticipated this and refused to play along, withdrawing his hand before the thrust was completed.

“Oh, God! Please, let me cum! Let me cum!” the boy pleaded in vain. The interrogator noted with a cruel glee that the poor lad had tears in his eyes. He also observed that his youthful body was drenched in sweat and his overstimulated cock was a deep red. Yes, the young squire was experiencing a level of sexual frustration that he had never dreamed possible. And the royal interrogator had no intention of letting it end anytime soon.

At this point the torturer unexpectedly bent down over the boy’s leaking penis, extended his tongue, and carefully lapped up the boy’s sexual secretions. “Ah, yes,” he said wickedly. “We certainly don’t want this to go to waste, now do we?” The royal interrogator had a taste for adolescent male emissions, it appeared. Although his tongue felt great, it was done in such a way so as to not allow the boy his desperately desired release. The interrogator was a master at his job, there was no question about it.

The boy began to doubt his resolve. Could he hold out? Was such a thing even possible? His young body wanted so desperately to ejaculate. In fact, that was all he wanted, all that occupied his teenage mind. His body was wracked with pleasure, all of it emanating from his erection. As he laid there helpless and at the mercy of a man who had no mercy, he realized that his cock was harder than it had ever been in his life. He was convinced that there was no sword forged in the kingdom that was harder than his prick at this moment. God, how he wanted to cum!

Suddenly the interrogator began to stroke the boy’s cock faster. Could it be? he thought with a faint glimmer of hope. As the man’s hand moved faster along the shaft and head, he leaned in to look the young squire in the eye. “Do you want this, boy? This is what you’re craving, isn’t it?” His hand continued the faster strokes, bringing the boy ever closer to the release he needed. “Just say it, boy. Give me the code and this all ends.” The hand sped up.

The lad was ecstatic. Perhaps the royal interrogator would have mercy on him after all and allow him to spurt! Oh, God, please let it be!

The interrogator ran his hand more fervently along the messenger boy’s raging boner, rotating his palm around the sensitive head for added effect. The boy felt the start of an orgasm! Then suddenly the stroking stopped and the interrogator wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base of the boy’s cock, squeezing it firmly. The result was instantaneous – the long-hoped-for orgasm stopped!

“No!!” screamed the boy at the top of his lungs, his adolescent voice cracking. “Oh, God! Please! Please!! Make me cum! I beg you, if you have any godly mercy, make me cum!!” The lad’s sweat-drenched body writhed in agony on the rack, his muscles tensed and struggled furiously against his restraints. But it was all to no avail. There was no escape, and both he and the interrogator knew it.

“I am in need of sustenance, my dear boy,” said the royal interrogator. “Let’s take a break, shall we? When I return in one hour, perhaps you will be more cooperative.” The man turned and walked out the door, leaving the poor, desperate boy to lie there for the next hour.

At the end of an hour the royal interrogator returned from his meal as promised. “So, have you used this time to consider your fate, young one?” he asked solemnly. Indeed the boy had.

As he laid there helpless and horny, he had arrived at a realization, however reluctantly. The rumors were true. No one could resist the interrogator’s techniques for long. Everyone broke. The boy looked up at the man, tears welling up in his eyes. “Yes, sir. I will give you the code. I swear it.”

The interrogator broke into a wide smile. “Excellent! You have made a wise choice, young squire.” He walked over to his desk and brought back a piece of parchment with a quill and ink well. “Very well, young lad, what is the code?” The boy, mentally and physically broken, reluctantly gave over the code. The interrogator called for a guard. “Here is the code. Have the message translated and take it to the king immediately.” The guard complied and departed.

Returning the quill and ink to his desk, the royal interrogator turned his attention back to the poor messenger. “All right, young man, you have given me what I wanted, now I will give you what you want. You want to cum, don’t you?” he asked somewhat sarcastically.

“Yes!” exclaimed the lad. “Yes! Please!!” he cried.

“Very well,” answered the man. “In a gesture of respect for such a worthy opponent, I will give you a choice. Shall I finish you off with my hand and let your youthful seed fly through the air, or shall I finish you off with my mouth and swallow your seed? Ahh, decisions, decision,” he mused. “What would you like, my boy?”

The young squire couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to cum so badly that he never imagined having a choice. “Swallow it!” the boy pleaded. “Please, sir, swallow it!”

“As you wish!” replied the interrogator. He bent over the rack and put his mouth on the young lad’s hopelessly overworked penis and began sucking, slowly at first but quickly speeding up. He paid special attention to the youth’s head, stimulating it mercilessly with his tongue. His efforts had the desired effect. The boy began to tremble, his body pulling in futility against his restraints, his hips beginning to thrust upward wildly. The boy approached his long-delayed orgasm like a wild animal. His adolescent penis throbbed and pulsed in the interrogator’s mouth as the boy exploded in release.

“OHH!! OHH!! OHH, GOD!!! OHH, GOD!!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!” his screams echoing off the walls and throughout the corridor as his stiff prick unloaded a volcanic torrent of his youthful semen into the royal interrogator’s waiting mouth. Despite the man’s best efforts he could only swallow so much. Neither had ever experienced such a massive release of male seed. Both wondered if it had ever happened before or would ever happen after.

Finally it was over. The boy’s body relaxed, his cries turned to whimpers, and his long-tormented penis went soft. While the interrogator had managed to swallow a significant amount of the boy’s cum, he couldn’t contain it all. It had dripped out of his mouth and onto the lad’s pubic hair, coating him in his own white, sticky cream.

The royal interrogator stood upright and wiped his lips, a satisfied look on his face. “I suppose I should tell you, boy, that once that note is translated, your master will be arrested and most likely executed. That means you will be without employment. But don’t worry. I will speak to the king. As an expression of his royal gratitude to me, I’m sure he’ll let me keep you as my own personal squire. After all, it would be a shame to waste such a wonderful young cock – and its delectable seed!”

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Gay Stories

Thu, 01 Mar 2018 16:38:08 UTC

The Young Boy and the Old Man

A young boy has first oral experience with a much older man

The Young Boy and the Old Man
Richard, or Richie, was 16 years old. Every other day after high school he would go to the college campus nearby for soccer practice. Richie was Caucasian with full thick brown hair that was cut to have a comb-over effect similar to his favorite soccer player, Ronaldo of Portugal. He was only 5’6’’ and because of his constant physical exercise he was very slim. Lately he had been getting more hair on his legs and some of his friends made fun of him. Because of his small frame and the jokes of his friends, Richie was often left feeling shy and self-conscious. One night he decided to shave his legs. He shaved all the way up to his smooth buttocks. This is when he realized that every time his razor gently stroked his buttocks he would get a hard-on. He found it very interesting and all of a sudden he began to wonder what it would feel like to have something up his butthole. He didn’t dare stick his finger in because he thought it might hurt. But the idea lingered…
After soccer practice the next day, Richie decided to go to the restroom.
“Where you goin’, Richie?” His friends called out.
“Bathroom!” Richie called back.
“Little boys room? Don’t get raped!” His friends laughed.
There was a bathroom nearby but Richie was afraid his friends were going to come in and pull some kind of prank. So he wondered off further into the college campus. He crossed a small one way street road to an artsy looking building with all sorts of paintings. The building had a small quad and tugged away in a corner was a bathroom with a picture of a white male stick figure. Little Boy’s Room, thought Richie.
He went in. In the small bathroom there were two men. One was a college looking man and the other was a much older male. The older male zipped his pants up and had his cold blue eyes set straight at Richie. The young college man had a look of shame on his face and avoided eye contact with anyone. He picked up his bag and got to leaving.
“I’ll be seeing you.” The old man called out in a strong authoritative voice.
“Bye.” The college man said shyly and left.
Richie looked at the old man who had not taken his cold stare off of Richie for one second. The old man must have been around 50. Gray hair. Constant wrinkles on his face. Bags under his eyes. A look of knowledge and something else in those cold blue eyes. He was easily six feet tall and was dressed with nice slacks and a nice button down shirt.
Richie then noticed the old man looked him up and down as he licked his lips. Richie’s heart skipped a beat as he felt a feeling of both fear and curiosity. Richie’s eyes then went down to the crotch area of the man which had suddenly gotten a little bit bulkier. Richie noticed a slight tweak in there.
At that point Richie looked away and went to the only urinal in the small bathroom. He began to pee in the urinal realizing the old man hadn’t left. On the right of the urinal was the sink and then the exit door. To the left of the urinal was a small stall and next to that was the slightly bigger bathroom stall for handicapped people.
Richie finished peeing and moved to the sink. The creepy old man was still just standing there. Now he was being blunt. He openly stared at Richie’s butt as he washed his hands.
“Is that a soccer uniform?” The old man said when Richie made eye contact with him again.
“Yes, sir.”
“I like that. You are a good looking boy.” The old man said, “My name is Tom. What is your name?”
“R-Richie, sir, its Richie.”
“I like that you call me ‘sir’” Tom complemented, “Very good boy.”
Richie felt the old man’s eyes pierce right through him. It was such cold and lustful and calculated stare. But at the same time Richie felt so good that the old man complemented him.
“You must be a hellavu soccer player with legs like that.” Tom said.
“I don’t know. Thank you.” Richie made a move to leave, but the old man was quick to put a hand on his shoulder and their eyes locked gazes again. This time it was different. Richie looked up and he saw two blue attractive eyes on a tired and experienced face. But the eyes were suddenly not just lustful, but complementing. Flattering. There was a shine to them that made Richie know this old man found him alright. Good. Awesome. Unlike his friends and girls from his school, this old man showed much interest in Richie with that stare.
“What did you see or hear before you came in?” Tom asked.
“Nothing, sir.” Richie responded.
The old man’s hand was heavy and strong on his shoulder. It felt warm. Then the old man rubbed Richie’s shoulder in a fatherly way. “Good.” He said and smiled at Richie a smile that made Richie weak in the knees. He suddenly swallowed and took a deep breath. The old man seemingly noticed this and he continued to smile looking at Richie, but his hand began to go down Richie’s spine and lower back and finally rested firmly on his buttocks. Richie’s soccer shorts suddenly bulged a little on the front. Richie once again swallowed hard and had to take another breath. The old man leaned his face down towards Richie’s ear and he whispered:
“You are a gorgeous little boy. Come back tomorrow around the same time.”
With that, the old man Tom left the bathroom.

Tom was 56 years old. He had an ex-wife, two kids who were grown and far away. He had a nice retirement plan that really allowed him to stay retired. And with that came a lot of time in his hands. It started out by wondering around on the internet. He wanted some young tart he could have sex with. He needed that again. He bought Viagra and searched furiously online for a woman. He wanted them young and alive not old and bitter. But the internet yielded little results in the female department. Feeling desperate, he turned to ads young men were posting looking for older men. And he met one. Then two. And Tom found it much satisfying to have sex with other young men. Then he found Erick. The young student at the local college. He needed some money for books, so Tom made a deal with Erick (who was 21) that if he gave him a bj every once in a while, Tom would in return give him 40 bucks. It was an ongoing thing.
And then Tom started fantasying and wondering about the young men. No, in his head, it was the boys. In his head he was curious about the boys. And then he had that meeting with the young Richie. The little boy looked like he could be anywhere between 13 or 14 or 15. He was very slim but not in a bad way. Tom confirmed that when he grabbed the young boy’s ass cheek. He also confirmed the young boy seemed to enjoy that.
So the next day came. Tom went into the bathroom of the school’s art quad. He checked the stalls to make sure the glory hole was still there. He had drilled a hole between the small stall and the disabled stall. Erick knew all he had to do was suck the cock coming out of the hole. The hole was still there. And so he waited.
It was about 15 minutes past the time he had met Richie the day before and he was about to give up, when the bathroom door opened and a shy Richie walked in quietly like a little kitty cat. He was wearing a tight fitted long sleeve and some rather tight skinny jeans. He was very feminine looking and Tom couldn’t help lick his lips.
“Hi Richie. No soccer practice today?”
“No, sir.”
“But you came anyway.” Tom confirmed. “Come here.”
Richie moved towards Tom. Tom embraced the young boy. Richie did not struggle.
“You are so gorgeous and girl-like,” Tom whispered into the boys hair, “I want you to accept my manhood, you understand? I want you to accept who you are, what you are. And I want you to do that with me first.”
“I don’t understand.” Richie said with trembling voice, his warm young breath sipping through Tom’s dress shirt.
Tom caressed Richie’s hair and Richie looked up at Tom with doe eyes. Tom couldn’t wait for the next part and he hoped it would happen. “I’m going into that stall. You go in the little one. And we will both experience something. Are you a teenager?”
“Yes, sir.” Richie answered.
“Dear, god, thank you.” Tom said. Then he kissed Richie on the cheek and walked into the handicapped stall. There was silence. He expected to maybe hear the door to bathroom door open and close; instead, he heard the door to the other stall open and close and the latch made a click.
I can’t believe this is going to happen, though Tom excitedly. Then the nerves kicked in. The nerves made his cock’s hard-on lessen. Tom pulled his cock out throught his fly zipper opening and when he saw his cock was not fully erect, panic started kicking in. If Viagra ever worked, he thought, let it work now! Every passing minute he felt the Richie could lose interest. He was standing right next to the glory hole so that if Richie decided to peek, he wouldn’t see him. The cock, in all the nervousness and panic, became soft.
Tom was disappointed and he cursed his age. Then he reasoned with himself that this kid had probably never seen another cock before so there wouldn’t be much to compare it to. Tom figured there wouldn’t be much to lose. So he stuck his semi-hard cock into the glory hole on the wall that both stalls shared. There was a gasp on the other side. Tom slid it in even further. It was a good 6 inches in.
Nothing happened. “Come on boy.” Tom whispered.
Then IT happened. He felt a wet soft tongue! That was what he felt first. The unmistakable warmth of a soft tongue at the tip of his penis which sent a shock of pressure all over Tom’s body. Tom let out a pleasure moan. A gruff moan only an old man can produce.
This was obviously the young eager boy’s first time. Richie wrapped his young lips around the cock sucking it hard. Tom felt like he would explode soon so had no choice but to retract his cock.
“That was good, my boy,” Tom said, “Take your time.”
Tom then slipped out a mirror about the size of a lighter that was slightly concave from his back pants pocket. He carried it to see what was happening on the other stall when he had his meetings with Erick. He placed the mirror on the floor on the side. Then he stuck his fully hard cock back in.
Immediately, the young boy continued sucking, slower this time. He could feel the warm mouth and his tongue slurping as the cock went into his young mouth. No gag reflex so far and Tom was thankful for that. Then Tom slowly pushed the mirror to the other side using his foot. What he saw fascinated him.
Richie, the young teenager was down on his knees. But his pants were pulled down and around his ankles. Erick never got naked. Richie had the smoothest legs Tom had ever seen on a person. Including women. His thighs were muscular and tight, his knees lovely with some slight bruise marks as little boys tend to have. The young boy softly stroked his cock as he sucked Tom’s cock. Seeing this gave Tom the biggest hard-on he could remember having. His cock massively swelled inside Richie’s little mouth and Richie choked a little. Tom gave out another moan and Richie started sucking and licking harder with more enthusiasm.
“Ah my little boy, suck my cock good!” Tom said in much pleasure. Richie did so making lovely slurping wet noises as both saliva and pre-ejaculation fluids began to mix and spill out of his young innocent mouth. In excitement, Tom put his whole seven inches through the hole and pushed hard as he felt Richie swallow so much of his cock that his young full lips must have been right up to the stall wall. As Richie held Tom’s old cock inside his youthful mouth, his young tongue would move around the shaft in wet sensual excitement.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Tom felt about to burst. The young boy wrapped his lips tightly around the shaft and Tom began fucking the young mouth by moving his penis in and out of the hole. And then he exploded. It came in three big burst that amazed Tom. The first two directly inside of Richie who was no doubt surprised as he got the cock out his mouth. The third burst sprayed Richie’s shirt.
Tom looked back down at the mirror, wondering what the boy would do with his cum. Richie made a sour face and then made a gagging face before spitting out the cum all over the floor. Then the young boy closed his eyes as he caught his breath.
“That was wonderful, little boy.” Tom said also catching his breath. He put his still throbbing cock back in. Then picking up the mirror. The last image he saw was the boy looking very much ashamed.
“You are a beautiful young teenage boy with so much to give.” Tom called out as he left the stall, “This must happen again. Tomorrow.”
Then he left for the bathroom for the boy to collect his thoughts.

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Sat, 15 Oct 2016 04:44:13 UTC

A Series of Fantasies 2018

This story, dear readers, is but one of a developing series outlining my fantasies. All are about how I envision my first encounters with men will transpire. None of this has yet happened, but I hope it will work in the not to distant future.

It had been long since I first had thoughts of being with a man, such thoughts having started at a very young age. I was so young in fact that later in life I suspected I had experienced some form of abuse in my early life. This eventuality did not, as is the norm, disgust me but rather inflamed me with lust for that elusive older man that may have used me for his pleasure. As such my fantasies have always hovered around the idea of older men. I like the idea of being the beautiful young boy pleasing an older wisher man.

My ideas started small; I wanted to suck an older man’s cock. I felt at the time that sucking a cock would be a good middle ground from which to see if I was interested in sex with men. At fourteen years old, I felt that to suck a cock would not obligate me in any way. If I decided after that I did like it, I needn’t feel bad or that I was every bisexual. It seemed a good escape hatch to walk away from the whole situation.Please, dear reader, do not be mistaken, I was nearly obsessed with thoughts of sucking an old man’s cock.
I would lay in bed nights slowly jerking off to thoughts of an older professional man, taking me to his home and undressing me. He would strip me down to nothing, in my visions, then sit down on his couch and pull me on to his lap. I see myself in my mind’s eye siting sideways across his lap. He would touch my face, pulling me in, and kiss me deeply.
Undoubtedly, I imagined, I would respond to his attention by wiggling around on his lap. I would squirm rubbing my butt against his growing member. I would wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him and hugging him tightly.

My cock would be, as it was, very hard, and my wiggling would be as much do to my extreme lust as to my wish to excite this old man. After making out for some time, I imagined, his hands would begin to explore my body. I would kiss his neck as he rubbed my back. He would pull and pinched at my nipples, and I would softly bite his lower lip, neck, and ears like a little animal.

I would lay back draped across his lap; back arched painfully backwards, vulnerable, my cock sticking straight up in the air. He would reach out and stroke my cock, and I dangled across his lap. His hands would roam over my body, rubbing my cock, pinching my nipples, placing his fingers in my mouth to suck. He would roughly caress my balls causing me to moan loudly as he pulls at them of softly squeezes them. I am completely open to him, and strangely I want him to hurt me.

His hands would run down my chest, I think as I stroke my cock, his hand resting finally on my throat. As he jerks my cock, I feel his hands tighten around it. It feels like any more pressure from his big strong hand will crush my slender penis, but in reality, I am awash with pain mixed with extreme pleasure. Simultaneously his fingers tighten sharply around my neck. He pulls me up from my uncomfortable position and kisses me hard. I feel his tongue slip into my mouth. I kiss him back, first his mouth and then his neck. I imagined that he would like to play with my ass, so I would tilt myself to one side curling up in his lap, ass out so he could better reach my hole by sliding his hand down my back.

Laying there in my boyhood bed I could see myself kissing his him all over while I am feeling his large hand slide down the length of my back then in-between my ass cheeks. He firmly plants his big middle finger on my tinder virgin asshole and starts to push and rub it softly. I squeal quietly at this touch and push my little ass back against his explorations. This thought makes me shudder and nearly cum in my bed but I hold back; for the truly good part of my imaginary adventure is yet to come.
Feeling my mans need pushing up against me thorough his pants, I decide it is time for me to take control; but only a little control. I would lightly slip from his lap onto my knees on the floor. I would look up at him with innocent lust in my eyes and indicate without words my absolute need for him. I would place my hands on his belt, and slowly undue the clasp. I could see myself stopping there, looking back up at him indicting with my eyes I wanted what was within. He would surely get my signal and pull down his pants, letting me have my first look at another man’s erect penis.Timidly, I would reach out for it.

At this point, I was desperate in my bed.

I would take it in my hand and feel how hard it was, how soft and hot his cock feels in my hand. I would stroke cock gently, all the while looking up at his face to see if he was enjoying it. I imagined how as much as I would want to surrender to my desires and put his cock in my mouth, I wanted him to make me do it more. So instead of bowing to my lust for him, I would act sheepish about it. I would take his big strong hand and place it on my head. I would indicate that I want him to take me by my hair.

“Make me do it” I would whisper.

Then I would show him that I want him to pull my head up to his cock by the hair until my mouth is over the tip of his throbbing cock. I would look down at it, and see my small hand wrapped around his massive shaft. I can see a bead of his pre-cum collecting at the tip of his giant cock. I reach my free hand up to the hand that he is holding me by my hair with and push his hand down forcing me down onto his cock. I would obediently open my mouth and accept him in.

I could almost imagine, in my bed, my tongue sliding down the underside of his cockhead, picking up the pre-cum as he pushes himself into me.
How could I know if I would like the taste, I wondered to myself in my bed. Stopping my fantasies for a moment, I recall looking down and seeing cum running down my cock and through my fingers. With my finger, I gathered up a large drop and brought it to my lips. I remember hesitating before finally opening my lips slightly and pushing my finger in. As soon as the milky white drop of juice hit my tongue, I knew I was addicted. I knew I wanted some that weren’t mine.

Now back in my fantasy I am in a panic. I’m on the floor between his legs again, his big hand on the back of my head pulling my head up then pushing it back down. I could feel his cock growing even larger and harder, so hard and big in fact my mouth was tight around it. In his rush, I place my hand back onto his and force him to push my head even harder down on to his cock. He would eagerly start to do this and feel myself regretting this offer as he starts to push so hard he is beginning to enter my throat.

Gagging on his cock, as his big hand pushes my head deeper and deeper down onto him. My lips touch his body. I can feel his cock stretching open my throat. My tongue is touching his balls now that I am so far down and i can taste the musky salty sweat that has collected on them. This taste mixes with the reality that I have all of him in my mouth. This reality amps up my lust, and I grab his hips and pull myself harder down on to him, wanting him even further inside me. He begins to fuck my throat with short rapid thrusts. I imagined not being able to breath and reaching out to push him away.

Just as I start to panic, he wrenches me off of his cock and springs from the couch. Holding me by my hair, he stands over me holding my head up to him. His other hand would be wrapped around his cock, and he is jerking it savagely. I know what is coming, so I would raise myself up and push out my tongue like an obedient little bitch.

He would see this and place the head of his cock on the tip of my tongue. Pumping his cock franticly, he would grunt with pleasure. I could see myself, head wrenched back, tongue out, as large ropes of his cum shoot out into my mouth, down my trout, and on to my face. I would reach out and grab his cock, locking my lips with it. I wanted to catch every drop and swallow it. I imagine his cock pulsing in my mouth, his cum fills it, and the manly smell of sweat and seamen are all around me.

In my bed, I cum and cum and cum…

As I started to slip slowly into sleep, I could see myself still on the floor. There is cum on my face and in my hair. He’s fallen back onto the couch panting with exhaustion and release. I crawl back between his legs, grab his semi-erect cock and begin to clean it with my tongue. My cock, in my fantasy, is still rock hard and dripping. I am unfulfilled and burning with lust. I can see him falling asleep. He’s left me alone, covered in his cum and desperately wanting more.

I watch him fall asleep. Quietly I collect his cum from off my face and lick it up I cannot waste any of it. Gathering up the last little bit of it I start to think about what other parts of me could I use to please my daddy?
Instead of swallowing this last bit of cum, I decided to reach back to my ass and rub it around my little ass hole. This feels very good, and as I please myself with his slippery cum, I start to suck his limp cock again. I feel my ass hole open with my touch, much like it did when he placed his large finger on it. Suddenly I am filled with white hot lust again. I ram two fingers up my ass, and pain shoots through my body. I cry out at first, but soon I realize this pain is pure pleasure. My body shutters, my cock grows hard again, and my nipples spring back to life. I slowly start sucking my sleeping daddy’s cock again and think about how I can please him, and I will wake him.

This was my first fantasy and is, dear reader, only the beginning. Things can and will become much darker and more interesting.

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Wed, 24 Jan 2018 17:23:25 UTC

What are friends for?

Everything I’ve described in this story up until the main character is actually caught, happened. From there, I let my imagination run away with me a little…

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The young woman and her friend had been up most of the night talking. Unsatisfied with her husband sexually, she and her friend were having the age old conversation they’d always had about what to do about it. They were having a sleep over, and she was laying in her friend’s bed, facing her. They were whispering so as not to wake the others, and their faces were incredibly close.

At the end of their conversation, nothing really resolved, and the young woman feeling just as disappointed and frustrated as ever, the two women get even closer and hug. The young woman buries her face in her friend’s chest, as her friend gently strokes her hair and back.

For years she’s been sexually attracted and curious about other women, and her friend in particular. Almost every fantasy she’s had about being with another woman involved her friend. Now, laying in bed with her, their bodies closer than they’d ever been before, that familiar desire awoke again.

The way her face was positioned against her friend’s chest, she was aware of how close her mouth was to her nipple. Her friend was wearing a tank top to bed, and she knew if she was able to pull it down even a little, all she’d have to do would be to stick out her tongue to start caressing her areola. She began imagining how she would make tiny circles with her tongue, how she’d start gently flicking the end until it became hard and she could gently suck and play with it. As these fantasies overcame her, she felt the heat spreading from between her thighs. She moved in closer, she couldn’t help it. Her desire was so strong. She wanted to feel her body pressed up against her friend’s, as close as possible.

After some time in this position, her friend seemed to drift off to sleep, and she rolled over onto her back. She wondered how anyone could sleep at a time like this, it was the last thing on her mind. Unable to help herself any longer, she reached down and started touching herself, as she imagined all the things she wanted to do. She began slowly rubbing her clit through her panties, and couldn’t help but gyrate her hips in response. Her friend was so close to her, she imagined just reaching out and touching her body, exploring everywhere with her hands. As she did this, she moved her panties to one side, and slipped a finger inside herself.

Her own wetness surprised her. It was warm and inviting, and her finger slipped right in. As she did this she let out an involuntary moan, and her friend began to stir. At this point her heart began to race and she both tried to continue quietly and yet desperately wanted to be caught.

Breathing heavily, she continued to finger herself and moved her hips and she stared at her friend’s face and imagined what she wanted to do to her. Just then, her friend’s eyes sprang open, and they met. Embarrassed, she looked away and covered her face with her unused hand. "I’m so sorry, I just… We were talking about all that stuff, and it sort of made me want it more, and I couldn’t seem to help myself." Her friend stared at her, her expression softening. "That’s alright, understand".

Throwing caution to the wind, and wanting desperately to finish she asked, "is it okay if we cuddle again? I just really want to feel someone touch me right now, I’m sort of starving for contact."

Her friend reached over and put her arm around her as she rolled over to let herself be spooned. "You know, my boobs have grown two sizes recently, and they feel so different now. Do you want to see?" Her friend hesitated, " I suppose there’s nothing wrong with that.
Just to see how they’ve changed." "Exactly!" She said. "It’s totally innocent".

As her friend reached around to feel her breasts, she took her hand and placed it under her tank top. "Just so you can really feel, you can’t tell anything over clothes." Her friend resisted only a moment, and then allowed her hand to be placed on one of the large breasts. Her friend instinctively squeezed. She began massaging and rubbing. "My god, they don’t even fit in my hand, not even close" she said, as she let out a nervous chuckle.

"You know, that’s not the only thing about me that’s changed," she told her friend. "I’m super wet all the time now, and it’s gotten incredibly tight inside. It’s really strange." She said cautiously. "Wanna compare?"

Her friend hesitated, "’I dunno, that seems a little far, don’t you think?" She of course thought it was not nearly far enough. "I guess it’s a little much. But I have to confess, it feels so good to be touched by another person again. And I’ve always sort of, wanted to be touched by you. I’ve been curious about being with another woman for ages. Have you ever thought about it?"

Her friend took a moment to respond, but she did not stop stroking her breasts. "What exactly have you wanted to do?" She burned with desire at these words, was this an invitation? Was she finally going to get what her body craved so desperately? "Well… I’ve always sort of wondered what another woman tasted like. I’ve always wanted to taste someone the way that I wanted to be tasted, just to see if it would be as arousing to her, you know?"

During this little speech she felt her friend’s groping become a little more intense. She also felt an involuntary movement as her friend pressed herself even closer to her for a moment. Then her friend did something wholly unexpected. She took her hand off her breasts and used it to push down on her shoulders, motioning her under the covers.

"Fuck!" She screamed out in her mind. As she settled herself in position and just moved her friend’s panties aside, she felt a gush of wetness between her own thighs. She gently reached out and touched her friend’s smooth pussy. She shyly kissed the inside of her thighs, wanting to build up the anticipation. Then, ever so gently and hesitantly, she she began to caress her friend’s clit with her tongue. To her surprise, she found a barbell there, and couldn’t help herself, she took the whole clit into her mouth and began sucking. Her friend’s hips bucked up with pleasure. Her body seems to say "take more of me, eat it all." So she did. She took as much of her into her mouth as possible, and began alternating between sucking and rolling her tongue in gentle circles around the barbell, as she felt her friend’s clit grow hard in her mouth.

She nibbled softly, and her friend let out a half stifled moan. Knowing she was able to arouse her intensified her own pleasure, and when her friend began to drip into her mouth and she was finally able to taste her, she felt her own nipples grow hard and thought she might be able to cum herself, just like this. She tasted amazing. She continued to lick all around, not wanting to waste a drop.

She felt her friend moving up and down, moaning with pleasure and obviously close to cumming. She reached two fingers slowly inside her and was excited to find her friend just as wet and tight as she was. Moving her fingers swiftly in and out, all the while continuing to lick and suck the outside of her friend’s smooth pussy, she was sure she was just moments away from cumming. Just then, however, her friend stopped her. "Wait," she said. "I want to cum together".

She melted at these words, and felt a second gush of wetness between her own thighs. She came up from under the covers, biting her bottom lip and burning passion. "What do you want?" Her friend asked. "What can I do for you?"

It was too much. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d ever felt this aroused. "Just touch me. Touch me all over," she said. Her friend readily complied. She sat up, pulled her top down, and grabbed both of her large breasts this time. She began rubbing them and playing with her nipples. Then she reached down and began sucking on them, using her tongue on her nipples in the exact same way she had fantasized about doing earlier. As her friend continued to suck and nibble, she reached down and took off her soaking wet panties. Then she reached for her friend’s and with a little help got her’s off too.
She grabbed her friend’s hips, and motioned for her to climb on top, getting her friend to straddle her.

The moment their two pussies touched, both incredibly wet and hot, they each moaned and closed their eyes in arousal. Then her friend began to grind up against her, rubbing their hard clits together and sliding easily under their own wetness. Her friend increased her speed, clearly feverish with desire. She felt her friend’s grinding motion, and matched her pace with her own. Faster and faster, their pussies rubbed together, sliding up and down and building up heat, until they both finally came together and tried to keep their screams quiet.

Her friend crawled off, panting, and laid down beside her on the bed. "Thank you so much for that. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that" she said. Her friend smiled, slightly out of breath, "what are friends for?"

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