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When I came home from class yesterday afternoon, I was ready to sleep. I went into the kitchen for a glass of ice water, then trudged off to the bedroom to catch some shuteye until the Friday night festivities began.
As I walked past the bathroom, I notice that the door was cracked open and the light inside was on. I said, “Hello?” And I heard my roommate, Jeff reply, “Yo.”
“You home from classes early?” I said.
“Done for the weekend, dude.”
I moved toward the door. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m on the pot. It’s part of my ritual ablution before going out.”
Ah,” I laughed, and peeked my head in the door. There sat Jeff, no pants, white tank-top, on the throne, looking at one of our roommates’ lingerie catalogues. He smiled. I caught the musky smell of his business in the air.
“Ah, dreaming of the chick you’re going to bring home tonight, Romeo?” I asked.
“Just imagining what it would feel like to have this chick’s lips wrapped around my cock.”
I nudged the door open some more. “Probably feel pretty good.”
“Did you see this chick? She’s new.”
I pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom. I walked over to where Jeff sat on the toilet. He held the magazine in his hands. I looked down at the picture. “She’s beautiful,” I said.
I let my eyes travel off the page to between Jeff’s legs. I could see his cock as it hung into the toilet. He turned the page.
“Look at this one.”
The picture was sexy. The girl was on her knees in her bra and panties reaching to put a flower in a little vase on a windowsill. Her ass was arched outward, an inviting treat.
“Yummy,” I said.
I knelt down next to Jeff. I took one half of the catalogue in one hand, while Jeff held onto the other. I let my arm rest on his naked leg while he turned the page. My dick began to swell. I could hear the activity going on below him as Jeff moved his bowels again. A soft, squishy sound followed by a plop in the water.
Jeff laughed shyly. The room filled up with Jeff’s smell.
I turned the page this time, and as I did, I saw that Jeff’s cock was no longer hanging in the toilet. It was standing stiff between his legs. He didn’t try to hide it.
I picked up the magazine, and set it down. “Look at this,” I said reaching to touch Jeff’s dick. He opened his legs. “Mmm. You’re horny,” I whispered.
“My cock’s suddenly so fucking hard,” he said in a gravelly voice.
“Mmm. You’re thinking about lips on your cock.”
I pushed his legs further apart and faced him, kneeling down in front of him where he sat on the toilet. I began to stroke his hard cock in my hand. He threw his head back and groaned. I pumped his dick, and felt his urine as it seeped from his hole. His dick was rock hard now. I cupped my other hand on his balls, and caressed his nuts. I said, “Do you have a lot of cum in here?”
Jeff replied dreamily, “Yeah. It’s gonna burst. Oh, that feels so good.”
I lifted Jeff’s shirt off him. I massaged his balls and stroked his cock as I leaned forward to lick his chest. I sucked on his nipples, and licked up toward his underarms. Jeff lifted his arms, and I licked his musky armpits. I ran my tongue from his underarms up to his muscular biceps as I pumped his cock. I turned, and breathed into his neck, and kissed it. I licked his neck and chin, then brushed my tongue over his lips. Jeff opened his mouth and I kissed him. I mashed my mouth into his. Our tongues crashed together, and I sucked on his tongue like it was a tiny cock.
I kissed down his throat, to his chest, where I lingered and nibbled and licked. I brought my face down and kissed his pubic hair. I inhaled deeply his scent. His cock stood straight up. I ran my tongue from the base of his dick up to his cockhead.
Jeff moaned. I took him into my mouth and sucked it, making wet, slurpy noises.
He said, “Oh, yeah, baby, suck it.”
“Mmmm. You taste so good,” I said.
I unbuckled my pants and released my cock. I began to beat it as I sucked the big piece of meat in front of me. My dick sprang free as I pulled off my boxers. Jeff scooted his hips forward on the toilet. I now had access to his heavy balls. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over his taut ballsack as I pumped his shaft. I sucked his balls into my mouth as I licked his dick from base to head, rubbing it all over my face. I kissed the head of his cock and then took it into my mouth again. I began to suck on his cock, hard. The taste of Jeff’s dick had me delirious.
I made deep sucking sounds and I moaned as I slurped on Jeff’s dick. I pumped my own cock in my hand and I sucked Jeff’s big cock like it was candy.
He pushed me back to stand up. I waited with my mouth open and my tongue out. Jeff held my face in his hands and slid his dick back in over my soft tongue. He began to pump his cock into my mouth. He pushed his dick way to the back of my throat and pulled it out, over and over again. I gagged and sucked and moaned. He held it now, deep in my throat. I felt like my head was going to explode, my nose crushed into his pubes. My eyes filled with tears, my cock swelled to the hilt. I pushed my face against Jeff as hard as I could. I was choking on his dick in a dreamy way, and beating my cock so hard and fast that I thought I’d rip it off.
Finally, Jeff ripped my head from his cock. I gasped for air, and coughed. Mucus poured from my nose, tears from my eyes, saliva from my mouth.
I gasped, “Oh, fuck. Your cock –” I grabbed it and began rubbing it all over my face. “Oh, it’s so fucking good.”
“You suck my cock so good, baby,” said Jeff.
“Oh, I love your cock. I love your hot cock, baby. Oh, my cock is so hard.” On my knees, I arched back to show him. My dick stood straight up in the air. I beat my cock for him.
“Yeah, beat that hot dick, Devin,” Jeff said.
I leaned forward as I stroked my cock. I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the underside of Jeff’s big, hard cock again. Once more, I took him into my mouth.
I worked slower this time, hotter. I tasted Jeff’s flesh. I sucked on his juicy dick to coax the cum from his balls. His cock tasted delicious. I wanted to taste his cum. I sucked and sucked, moaning as I beat my dick.
I ran my tongue down his shaft and over his tasty balls, then back up his shaft to suck him into my mouth again. Jeff moaned, and said, “Oh, yeah, it feels so good, baby. Yeah, suck it. Suck my fucking cock.”
I began to work his dick harder, sucking and moaning as I pumped it with my mouth, squeezing his balls with my left hand, pounding my cock with my right.
Jeff was rock-hard now. I knew he was going to blow. I felt my own balls rumble as I pumped it. My orgasm came crashing over me. I shot forth a massive load into the air. Then, Jeff’s cock exploded into my mouth. His salty cum filled my mouth and coated my tongue and throat. It ran from my lips. I pulled my mouth off his cock and let him shoot more over my face. I stuck out my tongue and moaned as ropes of white spunk coated it.
When Jeff’s dick stopped shooting, I licked the cum from his fingers. Jeff pushed it from my cheeks into my mouth. I still held my dick as I tasted Jeff’s load. Even after my intense orgasm, it still held stiff. My mouth was full of Jeff’s sperm. I swished it in my mouth like a bukkake slut, opened my mouth and looked up at Jeff.
He laughed and said, “You like that?”
I smiled and said, “Mmm-hmm,” and swallowed Jeff’s load.

He sat waiting on the sofa, looking at his watch he made it they were at least half an hour late now. Then she was there in the lounge doorway.
“Sorry I’ve been so long hope you think it’s worth it though.”
It was well worth it she looked even more sensational than usual. Dark hair curled onto her shoulders framing her face her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. The clothes she had chosen as well looked very sexy, a skirt just short enough to tease the eye and a top that showed her figure at it’s best.
“You look good enough to eat.”
“Ooh I hope so.” Her smile lit her face again in a cheeky half grin. “Come on let’s go we’re late”
He rolled his eyes and followed her from the flat, using the time it took to lock the door to check out her ass in the skirt as she walked ahead. Catching her up he slid an arm around her waist letting a hand rest on her hip as they walked to the car, just as he moved to unlock it he leant in kissing her neck letting his tongue trail for a second to the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. He smiled as he saw the goose bumps form on her arm and she shivered ever so slightly under his lips and hand. He used his thumb on the remote key and unlocked the car reaching down and opening the door for her. She stepped into the low car and let her thighs open slightly as she positioned her legs into the foot well. He couldn’t contain a small gasp at the sight of her tanned legs and the way she didn’t pull the skirt back down once she was fully seated. Now he was going to have to try and concentrate with a view like that.
Moving around the car he let himself in and started the engine. Letting it warm for a few seconds before driving off. He hadn’t driven far when he felt her hand gently rest on his leg looking down he saw the pale outline of her fingers and their long nails against the dark of his jeans clad leg. He kept driving glimpsing down at her legs and how high he hem of the skirt was getting as she fidgeted in the seat beside him. At the next lights just as he pulled away he gave a little start, her nail had scraped over the material covering his balls making his cock twitch and stiffen. As he looked at her she just smiled back that cheeky half grin on her face and raised her eyebrow at him. He looked to the road but smiled to himself. Her hand remained and she proceeded to repeat the trick with her nail at every set of lights.
He’d be ready to burst by the time they got to the club at this rate. He was always turned on when they went out; every time she managed to look even sexier than the last, tonight she seemed determined to increase the sexual tension within him.
He parked the car and then moved round to hold the door for her, as she slid her legs out she let the skirt ride even higher making him gasp once more, it would seem she was wearing no knickers under the skirt. Again he felt his cock stir harder at this rate everyone that saw them would know what state he was in.
Fortunately they weren’t so late that they couldn’t get a seat. They found the last empty booth and took the seats, he called the waitress over and they ordered drinks then chatted as much as was possible over the music whilst watching the dance floor and commenting on the people dancing there surmising who they were and why they were there. After a couple of more drinks they were in each others arms in the booth still watching the floor but taking more and more interest in each other. The kisses becoming longer and more passionate only keeping apart when the waitress returned with their order for the fourth time, even then he was a little shocked at how forward she was becoming as her hand never left the crotch area of his jeans all the while the waitress delivered the drinks.
“You want to dance??”
“Are you asking? ”
“I’m dancing then”
He smiled, a silly little routine but one that was a kind of trade mark between them. He let her lead to the dance floor again admiring the way she moved as he walked behind her. The music had slowed through the night. Now it was the slow and grinding numbers of the night’s music being wound down by the DJ. They danced close together her head on his shoulder hands on his waist. His hands were on her hips keeping her pulled close to him. As their bodies moved together to the music he felt her lips on his neck and her hands drop lower onto his ass pulling him tighter to her nails digging lightly in with the beat making sure he was pressed tight to her as they moved around the floor. The record changed and she turned way from him pressing into him his hands on the outside of her thighs as they danced so close together. He was now hard again and she moaned softly as she felt it against her ass. Gyrating harder against him smiling as he got even harder. His hands lifted her skirt higher now, loving the way she didn’t seem to care who was watching his lips pressed to her neck teeth occasionally scraping over the sensitive skin eliciting a moan each time.
“Come on lets get some air we’re both far to hot in here.” She whispered to him.
She giggled and wiggled her way quickly towards the door leaving him trailing in her wake as they headed to the exit.
The fresh air hit them, the summer night warm even at this late hour. Laughing she dragged him to her as she leant against the wall kissing him passionately while her hands went to the fly of his jeans fingers fumbling and pulling at the buttons, both sighing as her hand found his cock still hard for her. She gripped him loving the way he was already wet with pre-cum her hand stroking faster then releasing him laughing as she turned her back to him hands up against the wall.
“What if some one else comes out here?”
“It’s dark no one will see, come on I want your cock and I can’t wait”
She pressed back to him lifting her skirt exposing her bare ass. So turned on now he couldn’t care if the whole of the club emptied right next to them. He held her hips pressed his cock to her wet pussy and slid inside her starting to thrust in her building speed wanting her so much loving the way she gripped at his cock then moaned slumping slightly to him allowing the tempo to increase. His hands reached up sliding her top up hands on her breasts through her lacy bra thumbs circling the nipples pinching lightly as his hips thrust to her his hips slapping on her as with each thrust lifting her slightly on her toes. He moved quicker now stopping for less than an instant when the door opened but no one came through. Her arms buckled slightly and she was pressed to the wall rough brick on his hand and her tits as he kept thrusting at her.
She turned her face and smiled to herself he couldn’t see but she could the couple at the other end of the alley watching them as they themselves kissed and touched each other, she stroking his cock as they both watched them between kissing each other with more and more passion.
She reached back gripping his ass pulling him onto her.
“Come on Now, cum for me nowwww”
Her words and touch was all it took and he groaned aloud as his hips jerked to her, Cumming deep inside her his breathing fast and deep gulping for air as waves of passion came over him making his knees weaken momentarily.
Quickly she turned smoothing her top and skirt down.
“Come on you, home now you can recover on the way.”
She led him away turning him so he couldn’t see the other couple, that was something she might or might not tell him later. She smiled though the last she’d seen the woman was in the same position she’d been in minutes before.

Imagine your sister asking you to chaperone her on a date. Would you? Debatable - Now suppose you had to dress as her girlfriend? Duncan did but it was his sister who came to his rescue when subjected to a humiliating ordeal.
This story can be misleading. It starts as an endearing sister, brother crossdressing scenario that develops into a humiliating and brutal male rape. I don’t wish to offend so if issues of this nature disturb or bother you please don’t read any further. If you have a open mind and a broad sense of imagination … Enjoy.
Tomi
3. Cast Off
The morning haze soon cleared and the sun strengthened tremendously as they journeyed up the M11 motorway. Helens supposedly unreliable car performed amicably but rather than watch the road Duncan couldn’t take his eyes off his long slender legs stretched out before him. He just couldn’t believe how his slingbacks extended his legs but his stunning looks didn’t keep him from playing nervously with the material of his dress whilst crossing and uncrossing his legs. The journey was not as pleasant as he had envisaged. The seat belt was uncomfortable. Its harness cut deep across his chest squishing his huge breasts and Helens window open played havoc with his long hair. He cursed and checked his make-up in the vanity mirror repetitively.
‘Stop worrying.’ Helen said realising his apprehension. ‘Relax, you look lovely.’ She held the steering wheel with her right hand and squeezed his thigh gently. ‘We’ll knock them dead.’
As arranged she parked in the grounds of the “The Granta Inn” adjacent to the boat yard. With its traditional pub décor and patio overlooking the mill pond and Sheep’s Green it was heavily favoured by tourists. Duncan’s dress fluttered as he jumped out of the car exposing his white thigh and lacy stocking tops. Characteristically of a woman he looked around slightly embarrassed.
‘Cindy.’
‘Yes, Helen?’
‘Now you’re a girl,’ she smiled amiably, ‘I want to give you a bit of advice.’
‘Yes?’
‘Try to remember you’re a demure young lady not a boisterous lad.’
Duncan looked down at his pretty dress. ‘I completely forgot. You girls, how on earth do you do it?’ He cradled his temples with the flats of his hands. ‘There’s just so much to remember.’
Like true girlfriends Helen took Duncan’s arm lightly and led him proudly into the bar. As they walked across the polished wooden floor their heels clicked noisily sounding their arrival causing the men to turn and eye the approaching talent. Duncan felt slightly queasy.
‘I’m not sure if I like this.’ He said quietly, but Helen tightened her hold on his arm and steered him towards the bar. Both girls giggled nervously as two boys whistled appreciably as they strutted across the floor, wiggling their hips.
‘You’ll be fine with some alcohol inside you.’ She smiled at the barman and looked at Duncan. ‘Well what’ll you be having Cindy?’
He looked at the vast assortment of real ales. ‘A pint of Boddingtons please.’ He automatically replied.
She smiled sweetly, fluttered her eyelids and whispered her order to the young barman who poured two port and lemons. ‘If this is going to work,’ she smiled at Duncan, ‘you have to remember your the young and feminine Cindy not some beer swilling lad out on the town.’
‘OOPS! I forgot again, sorry.’
‘I know you did Cindy just try and be more careful. Dressed as you are I don’t know how you can be so absentminded.’ She flicked his skirt and removed a small stray hair.
Duncan sipped his drink effeminately and noticed the lipstick mark his painted mouth left on the glass. ‘I feel totally embarrassed watching all these guy’s in jeans and T-shirts’.
‘Why’s that?’ Asked Helen.
‘I didn’t mind dressing in all these lovely female clothes when I was just with you in the security of your bedroom but now I’m amongst other men I feel out of place. I should be among them instead of wearing your pretty summer frock and passing myself off as a girl.’
Helen smiled. ‘You’re so sweet sometimes, but please don’t worry.’
Duncan took another nervous sip of his drink. He hated port and lemon.
‘Helen, Helen.’ Shouted a strong male voice and before they could look up from their drinks they where joined by Paul and a mystery man.
‘Hi.’ Helen said with obvious delight.
‘Hi, babe,’ said Paul. ‘Glad you could make it.’
Paul was good-looking with red hair and the body of a committed rugby player. The other lad was black haired, slender but equally as muscular, his name was Steve.
‘Have you met Cindy before?’ Helen asked.
‘No.’ They both said.
‘I haven’t had the pleasure.’ Steve added.
‘Hello.’ Said Duncan, as a pink blushed his new feminine face.
Steve rudely stared at Duncan’s breasts. Tasty he thought I’ll get myself a piece of that later.
They chatted politely up against the bar as Helen gazed into Paul’s eyes and Duncan did his best to avoid Steve’s lecherous stare. He flicked his hair backwards and moistened his lips as Steve looked at him the unmistakable way a man looks at a woman, only Duncan wasn’t a woman.
At a suitable moment Duncan excused himself to powder his nose.
‘Come on.’ He said to Helen. ‘Please come with me.’ Helen smiled, what a feminine gesture she thought as they both picked up their handbags and tripped silently to the ladies.
It was hot. Paul wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. ‘See you in a minute girls.’
Once out of earshot Duncan hissed at Helen. ‘What on earth have you done pairing me up on a blind date with a bloke.’
‘Quite.’ She said bayoneting Duncan with a look. ‘Wait until we’re in the loos, they may hear.’
Duncan paused before he followed her inside the ladies unsure of the legality of what he was about to do.
‘Hurry up, you look suspicious just standing there, no one will know. Don’t attract attention to yourself’
He gave the ladies icon a sideways glance as he pushed open the door.
It was, as he’d expected, very similar to the men’s toilet but there was no urinals and the section reserved for hand washing was larger. Inside three girls gossiped as they eyed them suspiciously as if trespassing. One was spaying some strong perfume down her blouse, another retouched her lipstick, and one hitched her skirt up her thigh and adjusted her stockings. Duncan couldn’t help staring.
‘What’s a matter love, can’t you see?’ She laughed, pulled her skirt down and left with her two friends.
Helen looked at Duncan and sensed his concern. ‘Look.’ She said, also retouching her lipstick. ‘Don’t give me a hard time I only repeated what he told me. I feel awkward about this too.’
Duncan winced. ‘Not as awkward as me. That’s for sure.’
‘Look, Dunky, Steve’s a nice guy, can’t you just go along with the charade. He needn’t know and we will be home in a few hours.’
Duncan was adamant, ‘No.’ He said brushing his long hair. ‘I want to go home. Now’
Helen looked annoyed. ‘How can you be so insensitive this means so much to me and your prepared to throw it all away.’
‘Dammit Helen. He said scowling. ‘I’m sorry, but you’re asking too much.’ Helen ignored him and started to walk towards the exit.
‘Hold on where are you going.’ He said.
‘Back to the boys. If you want to ruin your day go ahead but I’m staying here.’
‘But how can I get home?’ He asked.
A tight smile flashed on to Helens face. ‘Not my problem.’
‘Damm you Helen. It is your frigging problem.’ Duncan’s voice rose half an octave and he looked set to weep. ‘You’ve got me over a barrel, Helen, I will have to play along with your charade.’ Duncan shrugged his shoulders, stranded he had no choice. ‘I only wish I’d brought a spare change of clothing.’
‘That’s better.’ She said giving him a peck on the cheek. ‘You’ll enjoy the day it’ll be fun. Just relax, pretend you’re all woman.’ A older lady entered the toilet and disappeared into a cubicle. ‘That’s an idea, while you’re here do you want to go?’
He did and for the first time in his life he went sitting down like a lady. What have I done to deserve this he thought as he sat with his head buried in his hands, looking down at his skimpy panties gathered round his ankles and the skirt bunched round his waist. This is all getting rather out of hand.
When they eventually emerged the two lads had found seats and they gestured for them to join them.
‘Over here’, Paul shouted. Duncan noticed how they smirked to each other as he sat down and slid his handbag under the table. Did they know? Was it obvious? Had they guessed?
They stayed in the bar for a further hour and the lads kept them well lubricated with spirits. Steve seemed a respectable lad. Duncan could have even considered him as a mate, not as a boyfriend especially while wearing a skirt. Helen proceeded to obviously drool over Paul embarrassingly while he teased her cruelly occasionally patting her thigh. Duncan shifted uncomfortably in his chair. ‘When are we going punting?’ he said impatiently.
Paul took a long pull at his pint of beer. It was cold and felt good going down his throat. ‘Soon.’ He said. ‘Soon.’ He lied . . . it wasn’t until after their fourth strong drink that Paul eventually suggested they go and after knocking back the dregs they all ambled outside into the bright sunshine. Paul took Helens arm affectionately and Duncan avoided Steve doing similar by switching his shoulder bag from hand to hand nervously.
‘You spoke of a group. Where are the others?’ Duncan asked inquisitively.
‘They’ll join us on the river. Some of the girls wanted to do some shopping first.’ Paul explained.
‘Lovely historic city Cambridge.’
‘Great shops,’ Helen added, ‘You know what us girls are like.’
Duncan smiled and perched Helens large sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and went to collect the hamper from the boot of the car. Steve rushed over and offered to carry it for him.
‘Thank you,’ he said smiling sweetly, ‘you’re a gentleman.’
Steve grinned and placed a firm hand on Duncan’s shoulder. Duncan trembled and pulled away sharply.
‘Let’s catch up with the others,’ he muttered nervously. They waited for the road to clear as hoards of students cycled frantically past. At the boat yard the two lads dolled out the twenty pound deposit and a further fifteen pounds for three hours hire.

‘Will you be travelling on “The Backs” or up river to Grantchester?’ the girl at the pay desk asked.
Duncan and Helen looked at each other blankly. ‘Up river,’ Paul replied and the girl stamped their ticket accordingly and waved them towards the awaiting boat hand.
A squalid little man of ragged appearance came forth and eyed the ladies hungrily, ‘I have your punt ready. Step this way.’
They all clambered into the punt gingerly and stashed the hamper under the front seat.
Duncan felt the little mans eyes tearing through his light summer dress and appreciated the slip he had so almost forgot.
‘Have a nice day lads,’ the boat hand said in a dirty voice.
4. Lesson one.
The day was idyllic, a soft breeze blew, the sun shone and a colourful array of birds chirped merrily. The water was calm and the two lads took it in turn controlling the punt. Duncan was grateful he wasn’t required to exert any stamina as the lads struggled with the long poles. Funny he thought but dressed in the flowing summers frock and frillies he felt as if his muscles had wasted and his normal strength drained. He didn’t mind. . . it felt applicable.
He huddled alongside Helen at the front of the craft and they both stretched themselves out displaying their pretty dresses to the two lads whilst admiring the beautiful period buildings of the university. The dainty parasol that Helen brought along was a great idea. What ever lad wasn’t steering sat in the centre of the punt.
Duncan grinned as he dangled his hand over the side and broke the water’s surface with a long nail. He closed his painted eyes, Hmm! He murmured as the day’s events washed over him. This is the life, he mused feeling the constriction of his bra on his huge breasts and the panties riding high on his hips. He moved slightly and his body slid between the silky slip and pretty cotton dress. He took a deep breath in satisfaction and the scent of women’s perfume reached his nose. Its situations like this he could quite imagine how it might feel to remain a girl permanently. Bliss he thought, what a beautiful day.
Paul, taking his turn to punt, broke the silence.
‘Does anyone know those four people?’
‘Where?’ Helen asked, sitting up and looking ahead.
‘Next to the Queens college, on the bridge. They’re waving frantically as if they know us.’
‘I know two of them.’ Steve said. ‘That’s Don and Betty from my drama group.’
Helen turned around and looked at what they where both staring at. She squinted in the sun. ‘Isn’t that our parents,’ Helen said to Duncan quietly.
Duncan froze. He’d never considered his Mum and Dad would come to Cambridge for the day with their friends. ‘I don’t believe it,’ Doug whispered back to Helen. ‘What shall we do?’
‘Nothing,’ Helen said cheerfully, as she waved.
‘Hello.’ Cried their mum. ‘Hello Helen, Hello Cindy. Having fun?’
‘How does she know my name,’ Duncan asked, ‘and who does she think I am?’
‘Do stop fretting you’ll start hyperventilating at this rate,’ Helen whispered, ‘I probably mentioned during the week that you where to join us. Smile, relax and wave back.’
They past under the bridge and they all waved.
Duncan flushed. ‘Oh Gawd! Dads got his bloody video camera and he’s aiming it this way.’
‘Say cheese.’ He shouted.
‘I’m dead.’ Duncan said.
Helen by this time was getting a bit short tempered. ‘Quit worrying they didn’t recognise you. How can they possibly, you don’t look like their son but a pretty girl. Enjoy.’
Their craft drifted silently on and they soon left the busy city of Cambridge for the tranquillity of the open countryside. Paul suggested they stop when they see a suitable spot for the picnic. It wasn’t long before he chose a picturesque setting shaded by a large oak tree in a field magically carpeted with millions of spring wild flowers. He moored up while Steve helped the ladies out of the punt. It rocked as they both stood. Helen squealed and Duncan unsteady in his flimsy high heels tottered precariously let out a shrill cry and gratefully accepted Steve’s supporting hand as he helped him onto dry land.
‘Thank you. You’re most helpful.’ He said politely.
Helen and Duncan busied themselves with the picnic things. First they laid a large car blanket on the tall grass, then spread the contents of the hamper neatly in the centre whilst Paul produced a football and leisurely kicked it about with Steve.
‘I don’t believe some men,’ Helen said, watching the two lads running around the field. ‘Here we are two attractive ladies, beautifully dolled up and what do these men do. . .play football.’ ‘No offence meant but I ask you? men they are stupid sometime.’

Duncan looked relived. ‘If you want my opinion,’ he said, ‘they can kick that bit of leather until we are due back at the yard. I would rather they play with that than me.’ He fiddled with the hem of his dress and flicked an imaginary crumb off the pastel coloured fabric. Helen laughed and when they had laid everything out they both relaxed, drank some wine and chatted. Duncan unsure of how to act copied his sister where possible and sat in a similar position with his legs together folded underneath his skirt.
‘Isn’t the day just terrific,’ Helen said, stretching out and letting the sun tan her legs. Its days like this I’m so glad to be a woman and wearing a skirt. How about you Cindy?’ She hitched the hem of her dress above her knees to ensure she received maximum sun.
Duncan laughed nervously. ‘I wish you’d stop teasing me but dressed as I am and with you talking to me in this manner I can quite forget my true gender.’
‘Good,’ said Helen, ‘that’s precisely the object.’
Duncan did feel quite relaxed and he was beginning to enjoy being dressed as Cindy. I couldn’t do this as Duncan he thought as he picked some wild flowers nearby and Helen showed him how to make a pretty garland.
‘Here.’ She said. ‘Put this on.’ and she placed her handiwork gently on his head. ‘I wish I had a camera,’ Helen said, ‘you’d make such a pretty picture all dressed up in this beautiful field by the riverside decked in wild flowers.’ She smirked. ‘So pretty, so very pretty.’
The meal was delicious and after they had consumed the beer and champagne they all collapsed in a drunken stupor on the blanket.
He hadn’t felt this good for ages. The champagne bubbles had gone to his head and Duncan felt very peculiar but still sufficiently sober to feel an adventurous hand creeping up his stockinged thigh. He sat bolt up right and glared at Steve who quickly withdrew.
‘Sorry.’ He said, ‘I don’t want to appear forward.’
Duncan scowled hard at Helen for some moral support but she was busy playing tonsil tennis with Paul and by the look of things they becoming quite heated. Duncan turned back towards Steve who without warning tore Helens sunglasses off his face and taking hold of the back of his head pushed his mouth towards him. The pretty garland broke and fell from his long hair. Steve’s lips locked firmly to Duncan’s as his tongue invaded the privacy of his mouth. He enthusiastically crushed his firm lips to those of the surprised Duncan as his hands caressed his neck and back. He kissed him long and hard and it was some time before Duncan could break free.
‘What’s the matter,’ Steve said. ‘Don’t you like the kiss of a man?’
Duncan blushed. What the hell was he to do?
He’d have to play along. He just hoped Steve didn’t expect to go too far on his first date. Duncan smiled politely but Steve took this gesture as a green light and lunged a hand at Duncan’s right breast. He squeezed hard and looked happy with what he found. For once Duncan was glad he’d listened to his sister for having made him wear the synthetics. What would he have done if he’d felt crackly tissue as his hand massaged and caressed his breast. Without any encouragement Steve became more and more amorous and his hands began to wander enthusiastically over Duncan’s skirt and stockinged legs. Duncan cursed his dress as however he sat the material gaped openly displaying a large expanse of slender thigh and lacy stocking top. All much to the delight of the excited Steve who sprang forward for a second sitting. Duncan momentarily struggled to break free but something strange happened. As Steve caressed his skin through the cool fabric of his dress and played with his soft, silky hair, he momentarily forgot who he was and relaxed. Was he the feminine pretty Cindy or the masculine Duncan. It really was confusing.
He enjoyed Steve’s attention and succumb to his advances, kissing his date back strongly. It was a terrifying sensation as the groggy Duncan temporarily lost control, his penis stiffen in his silken panties and he yearned for release from the taut fabric. His body began to tingle, he felt a hand on his leg move up to his bottom, massaging it with his fingers, finding the lacy edging of his panties and slowly pulling them down. What’s happening to me he thought as he grappled to retain a hold on reality. I am a man, I am a man he said to himself repeatedly as he fought to break free from Steve’s strong embrace. Sensing something was wrong he relaxed momentarily allowing Duncan to scramble up, regain his composure and skip daintily away from the salivating Steve.
‘So you want to be chased do you?’ He rasped picking himself off the rug.
Helen hearing the commotion but oblivious to his danger also pulled herself away from Paul and ran off in the opposite direction.
‘Catch me if you can.’ She taunted and scampered among the long grass and wild flowers. She, of course, hoped to be caught but Duncan didn’t and ran like the wind in a desperate bid to outrun the advancing Steve. It was hopeless of course in his high heels and restrictive skirt so Duncan doubled back when he could see he was losing ground in the hope for support from Helen. Exhausted he collapsed back on the rug and realised in horror she had gone.

I invited Hal over for a few beers because, quite frankly, I was completely fascinated in the sexual situations he and his tiny cock penetrated. I had seen some guys with the reputation of being larger than normal squeeze themselves into women’s beds, but I was amazed that Hal’s reputation for being tiny opened the doors, and legs, of just as many women.
“Hey Hal, I’m glad I was able to slip into your evening schedule,” I said holding the screen door open for him. “The beer’s in the fridge and the pizza is on the coffee table.”
“Thanks, but Andy, my schedule is not that full.”
“Come on, with the stories you told me, I wonder when you have time to sleep.”
Hal smiled, shook his head a bit, walked into the den and sat down on the couch. He reached for a piece of pizza and took a bit, still without uttering a word.
“So you’re gonna make me drag it out of you,” I said.
“Well, perhaps over a beer,” he replied.
I quickly headed into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of bottles and returned. I handed him a bottle and opened mine, taking a long sip. Swallowing, I continued pumping him for information, “You have to admit you get a lot of women, especially considering how small you are.”
“I don’t get that much more than you, it’s just that because of my size, I get into more odd situations. I just tell you about them, I get into more odd situations than say a more normal sized guy would, but I don’t get more women.”
“It sure seems that way, I mean apparently word gets around to the women.”
“Look, sure they talk, but it’s nothing different for us, I mean we compare breast size, they talk about cock size. Sure there is some curiosity, but again, we get curious about tits, no big difference.”
“No, but because you are so small, you’ve found a… a niche to stick your cock into.”
“Just a few situations where being small is an advantage.”
“It is amazing how you can, ah, work small to an advantage,” I said.
“Like I always said…”
“Yeah, yeah, the tiniest stones that float. You know that’s a load of crap, no matter how small the stones are…”
“Hey, you are looking for logic in a Monty Python skit? That’s the whole point, the tiny stones don’t float.”
“Look, just how tiny are we talking?”
“Hell, I’ve told you, two and one half inches.”
“Fully…”
“Fully hard.”
I held up my fingers trying to comprehend it. I mean I’m a pretty average size, say almost six inches fully hard, but two and one half inches.
“Look, do you want to see it?”
“Well, ah…”
“Hell, we’ve been in the restroom at the same time before, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
“Okay, okay, yeah I want to see it. Maybe then I can figure out what has the women lining up.”
Standing up he said, “Like I said, they are not lining up, well a few of the freaks maybe, but that’s it.” I watched as he unfastened his belt and unzipped his shorts. He opened them, grabbed the elastic band of his shorts and hooked it under his balls.
Beneath a curly patch of pubic hair I saw the smallish head of his cock barely protruding above a normal size scrotum. It was small but nothing outrageously small for being limp, there’s been plenty of cold mornings that mine was not much more than what I was looking at now.
“Damn Hal, it’s not that small, hell mine is not much more than that. Mine just grows a bit more when I get turned on I guess. I wonder… ah no, I don’t….”
“What it looks like hard?”
“Well,” I said, wincing a bit.
“Watch,” he whispered, unbuttoning his shirt.
I watched as he moved the palms of his hands over his bare chest, moving them up and then in circles around his nipples, touching them lightly. His chest had only a bit of hair, running in dark lines down the very center. My eyes moved downward spotting a touch of hair at his navel before they descended over his curly pubic hair down to his tiny, twitching cock.
Staring intently, I saw the purplish head move outward and upward in short twitching motions until it stretched out in its full glory, the tip rigidly standing about two inches out from his body. His cock had a uniform curve to it, with one thick blue vein running along the top that seemed to throb. Though small, the purple mushroom head was wonderfully smooth and symmetrical, with a tiny hole that oozed a clear drop of precum.
“Well, was it what you expected?”
Snapped out of my trance I looked up at his face, but said nothing.
“Well?”
“Well what?” I mumbled.
“Was it what you expected?”
I looked back down at his erection and realized my cock was also hard. “It’s… ah, well, it is small, but…”
“But what?”
“I didn’t expect it to be so well proportioned, I mean it’s just like a smaller version of mine.”
“What did you expect?” he asked.
I noticed his cock softening a little and quickly replied, “I expected it to be short, but much thicker, something oddly shaped, not something so… ah, something so, well so nicely shaped.”
His cock seemed to stiffen a bit and the precum ran down the head a bit, leaving a tiny, glistening trail. I felt my hands tremble a bit so I grabbed my knees hoping he didn’t notice. Looking back up at his face, I noticed him looking not back at my face, but down at my crotch, where my cock strained against my shorts.
An uncomfortable silence hung over us until finally Hal spoke, “Would you like to touch it?”
Before I could think, my head was nodding and I whispered, “Yes”
“Go ahead,” he whispered back.
I reached out and wrapped my fingers over his small shaft, slowly sliding them up, then down the length. Gripping it a bit firmer I slid the skin back and forth over the length of his shaft, noticing the precum welling up in his tiny hole and then running down the head. I let my thumb run over the warm liquid and then slid it over the soft skin of the head. The slippery precum soon glistened over the entire purple knob and I stopped moving my hand so I could look closely at him.
Squeezing my hand and drawing it up the length of his shaft I milked some more precum from him until it welled in his, now gaping hole. I leaned forward and dipped my tongue into it, stating the faint bitter, salty taste of him. Taking a deep breath, I could smell the odor of his crotch, a musky odor that made me shiver.
“Can I see yours?” he asked.
I stood up, unfastened my shorts and let them and my jockey shorts fall to the floor. Feeling his hand reach to my hard cock, I could feel him trembling some as he took a hold of me and stroked me some. Looking up to his eyes I saw the uncertainty there.
“I’ve never…”
“Neither have I,” I replied as I thrust my hips forward presenting my cock to him.
He moved closer and removed his hand. I wondered what he was doing when I felt something soft, but hard brush against my erection. Immediately knowing what it was, I looked down to see his cock gently bumping mine as Hal turned slightly from side to side. I reached down, and taking his shaft against mine, I began stroking both cocks with both hands.
The feel of his small cock against mine was invigorating, his soft skin nestling against mine as my hands moved. Next to his cock, mine did look enormous, but all I could think of was what his small cock might feel like in my mouth. I kneeled down in front of him and began to stroke him between my index finger and my thumb. Holding him this daintily, I took him into my mouth, closing it softly over him.
Tasting his precum again excited me and I quickly began sucking vigorously as my fingers slid back and forth. Wanting to feel all of him, I moved my hands to his ass, and while I kneaded his firm cheeks, I pulled him to me, sucking his entire length into my mouth.
The sensation was incredible as my tongue circled over the head and I tasted the precum. My tongue then curled to the soft, soft skin along the underside and then I moved it back onto the subtle textured skin of the head. His hips moved as he responded to my tongue and began withdrawing and thrusting his small cock in and out of my mouth. I continued to knead his ass, as his motion became more and more urgent.
I felt his hands running through my hair, as he held my head pulling it tight to him and I felt the muscles in his ass tighten as he groaned loudly. The shaft of the cock seemed to suddenly expand in girth and then I felt it release, pulsing in my mouth as he came. Hot cum flooded my mouth and I fought to keep from choking as I swallowed and tried not to bite him. My mouth filled, and I felt some of his jism dribble out onto my chin when I pulled back just a bit and swallowed hard.
The bland taste was not unpleasant, but the thick texture caught me by surprise and I winced a bit as the gooey liquid oozed down my throat. I kept his cock in my mouth, but stopped sucking, afraid it might cause discomfort on his highly sensitized head. Not sure if it was the same for all guys, I did to him what I would want done at this moment, I simply wrapped my arms around his ass and held his cock deep in my mouth as the last drops of his come slid out of him.
Breathing hard through my nose, I could smell his cum, a smell something like Comet cleanser, a bit metallic, much stronger than its taste. After a few moments, I felt Hal’s hands gently pull on my head and I back off, letting his cock slip out of my mouth. I swallowed, savoring the taste of him as he took my shoulders and guided me up onto the couch.
Still a bit overwhelmed, I sat silently as he unbuttoned and removed my shirt. I then felt his hand gently grasp my cock as his head moved to my chest. Feeling the slight scratch of his whiskers, I gasped as his tongue found my nipple and I felt the sensation run straight to my cock.
Closing my eyes, I gave into the sensation as his hand did incredible things up and down my shaft as his lips, tongue and teeth worked on my nipples, first one and then the other. My hips rose and fell as I drove my cock into his hands and my breathing increased as his mouth suckled my nipples.
Feeling myself building, I thrust my hips upward, when suddenly his hands were gone. I flailed my cock from side to side seeking contact, searching for his body to grind onto, but he held back, licking my nipples, but avoiding any contact with my cock. Moaning I cried out, “Please,” but he shook his head, “No.”
The urgency calmed and I eased back down onto the couch, but then his hands found me again, stroking softly when I needed it and yes, yes, more firmly when I ached for it. He teased my cock and my nipples as I got closer and closer, sure this time he’d take me… he’d take me all the way, but dammit, his hands withdrew.
Grabbing him, I squeezed his shoulders hard and screamed, “Oh god now, please now.”
His head descended and my cock was enveloped in his wet, sucking mouth. I lost any control as my hips bucked and I dove into his mouth, the pure, white light of pleasure between his lips. His hand cupped and then squeezed my balls lightly and then I came, in a complete and uninhibited release. I felt him all over me, hands, mouth, chin, whiskers, hair, him… him… him… I felt him. My cock spurted and spurted as my cum shot into his mouth , while one hand caressed my balls and the other kneaded my ass. The room spun as I held his shoulders and moaned his name, “Haaal…”
Collapsing back down on the couch, I felt my cock fall from his mouth into the cold air. He quickly grabbed it, holding it gently as it softened, oozing the last of my cum onto his hand. Hal then moved his hand to my mouth and I licked my cum off him as I kissed his hand.
Feeling his head rest comfortably on my thigh, I leaned my head back against the back of the couch and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes it was dark outside. Hal must have gone and taken a shower because I noticed him walk naked into the den, drying his hair.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said.
“Oh no, that’s fine,” I said, letting my eyes fall down his body and focus on his cock, his tiny cock, his beautiful tiny cock. I wasn’t sure if I would get to enjoy that cock again, but I began to understand. I whispered, “The tiniest stones that float.”
Noticing my smile, Hal tilted his head and asked, “Whaaaaat?” drawing the syllable out in an extended drawl.
“Oh nothing, just thinking about the tiny stones,” I replied.
“The ones that…”
“…float,” we said together.
“The ones that float,” I echoed. Looking back at his cock I wondered whether he could go again.

The Forgotten Sons
Danielle purposefully stopped at each vendor, examining the vegetables. The goods they offered were loaded on two-wheeled hollow wooden carts and they readily pitched the products. It had been a good year, she decided, for there was abundance and much of it looked very appealing. Men noticed her presence, for she was unusually beautiful. She had long black hair, striking green eyes, a lovely face, and a slender, shapely form that her clothing could not hide. She was a familiar icon in the village for it was her home, unlike others that simply drifted through.
Others had noticed her as well, in particular Lord Chadwick. He ruled with an iron fist and had earned the fear and respect of every subject in the province, be it man, woman, or child. There was no shortage of rumors surrounding him. The Chadwick family controlled the surrounding land and villages for five generations, and each son that took the place of the father was nearly identical in appearance. At one time a villager claimed that there were no sons and Chadwick himself had ruled for that period of time and would continue to do so, but the whispers died along with its purveyor.
Once she’d walked past the food vendors, she paused at the blacksmith’s shop. She watched as he heated what would become a sword, placed it on an anvil, and pounded on it with a heavy hammer. He had immensely powerful arms, and she was impressed by the sheer size of the muscles. His smoke-streaked skin was wet with perspiration and shimmered. The blacksmith felt her eyes on him, glanced up, and smiled at her. She smiled back, as she always did.
She had been of marrying age for several years, but the seemingly endless conflicts with bordering provinces had claimed the lives of many of the village’s young men. It was disheartening for a young woman who yearned for love and to raise a family of her own. These were dark times indeed.
The sound of heavy hooves approaching from the north caught Danielle’s attention. She stopped, turned, and watched as six horses came into view, two each side by side. The first four carried mounted guards, undoubtedly from Lord Chadwick’s castle. The lead guard on the left carried a flag bearing the Lord’s crest and confirmed her suspicions. The last two horses pulled a small, enclosed horse-drawn carriage. The passage of the animals stirred up a cloud of dust on the narrow dirt road in their wake, which resettled after their passing. She wasn’t sure why, but the sight of them made the dark hair on the back of her neck stand up as a dreadful chill coursed through her flesh.
The lead rider on the right dismounted and approached a vegetable vendor. Several words were exchanged but the gesture of the vendor and apparent anger on the face of the guard made it clear that the vendor was unable to provide whatever request the guard had made. In retaliation the guard overturned the cart of food, and as the vendor scrambled to recover his valuable goods a drawn sword was thrust through the back of his chest. As blood streamed from the corpse and muddied the earth, the soldier placed his right foot on the dead man’s shoulder and removed the blade from his lifeless flesh.
When the next vendor was approached, fear filled his eyes. Even before the question was posed he pointed in Danielle’s direction, and after he did the guard indicated that he could claim the property of his deceased competitor as his own in payment for his cooperation. When she realized where he had pointed, her green eyes nervously glanced around and saw no others nearby. Her mind raced in confusion as the strong, stout, armored man advanced and rapidly closed the distance between them. She saw the vile look of evil intent in his eyes as they locked onto her, and the vicious grin that appeared on his face.
“I’ve done nothing wrong!” she pleaded with him as she extended both arms in a defensive posture. “Please, you must believe me!”
Her hands attempted to push him away. He laughed as her fists battered against the heavy steel chest armor, succeeding only in bruising her own flesh. He sheathed his sword and grabbed onto both wrists. She squirmed with all her strength but there was no escaping his powerful grasp. He kicked the feet out from under her and she helplessly collapsed to the ground.
Danielle was frightened and disoriented as she hit the dirt at his feet. She struggled for breath as dust filled her lungs. She broke out in a fit of coughing and desperately glanced at her fellow villagers, the strong blacksmith in particular as she sought help that would not be forthcoming. She cried out as her arms were painfully twisted behind her back. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized where she’d be taken and perhaps would never return from. She longed to see her family one last time, and she cried out for them despite knowing they could not hear.
Heavy iron shackles were placed around her wrists and pinned shut. Her heart sank as the last fading hope of rescue dimmed and disappeared altogether. Her body collapsed on the edge of the road and vibrated as she sobbed. Danielle lamented a life lost before it ever truly began. She grieved for the children she’d never have, and for the family left behind. In a final act of defiance she gathered all the energy she possessed and furiously rolled on the ground, wildly kicking her feet and struggling against the shackles even as they chafed her wrists. When her strength was gone she lay on her side in a fetal position, tears streaming down her face and onto the ground.
“Are you done?” he asked as he leaned down and lifted Danielle to her feet by the hair.
She shrieked loudly, both in pain and protest. Her efforts were rewarded by a sharp slap across the face that knocked her to the knees. The second time when she was lifted to her feet by the hair she grimaced and softly whimpered but caused no scene. Danielle shuffled her feet in the direction he led in silent surrender, knowing in her heart that all was lost. She stopped as he opened the carriage door and helped her in. He sat directly across from her.
His hand slapped the side of the carriage and it started with a rough jerk that jostled her unprepared form. She lived in one of farthest outlying villages and knew it would be some time before they reached the castle, if that was indeed their destination. Danielle held nothing but contempt for her captors and did not believe any of their wicked words.
He lunged for Danielle, pulled her from the seat, spun her around, and sat her upon his left knee facing away from him. Her wrists again struggled against the shackles in vain as he successfully separated the top of her clothing and reached his right hand inside. He laughed in a deep voice as she helplessly shifted and squirmed. He was the first to touch her bare breasts; the dirt and bloodstained hands were reviling to her as they lifted and squeezed on her silky soft swell and prodded the nipple that shamelessly hardened.
“I’ve done nothing wrong!” she repeated her earlier proclamation. “Why am I being treated in this manner?”
“You’ve done one thing wrong,” he revealed. “You struck the fancy of the Lord, and he sent us for you.”
“I’m not the first, am I? Other girls have disappeared from the village, never to be seen from again.” There was no point in hiding her suspicions any longer. Her destiny was sealed the moment she was singled out by the frightened vendor. In her eyes he was blameless and she felt no ill will toward him. But Lord Chadwick and his soldiers were a different matter entirely.
“You’ll share the same fate as the others before you, and more shall follow in your wake,” he confirmed. “You’ll please the Lord for as long as he fancies, and then be relegated to the stable. Few last long there. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll start by pleasing me.”
“Why would I please an animal like you?” she questioned in a hateful voice and with a scowl on her otherwise pretty face.
“Because I’m Captain of the guard, and as such I accompany Lord Chadwick into the dungeon. It’s where he first takes his women to break their spirit; once broken they are much more compliant. He watches as I wield the tools of torture. Displease me and you’ll suffer in agony beyond your worst nightmare.”
His left hand grasped her head, moved it towards him, and kissed her full lips. She initially resisted and pulled her head away. When his angry evil eyes looked directly into hers, they were like windows into his very soul. Danielle saw blood-curdling visions of naked women in various stages of torture, and could hear their unbridled wails of terrible pain and humiliation. Her heart momentarily stopped in fear, and she gasped aloud in dread.
“I will please you,” she whispered in desperation, for it was the last hope that remained.
His lips formed a bone-chilling smile, and his mouth returned to hers. Despite the stench of death on his body and foul breath, her sweet lips parted and her tongue joined with his in repulsive intimacy. For her the taste of his saliva was gruesome, but for him hers was wondrous and almost immediately the flesh sword swelled beneath his clothing. Both hands reached inside her clothing and fondled the succulent mounds. He roughly pinched on the swollen tips and delighted as her body squirmed on his lap and she groaned into his mouth.
The carriage violently rocked on the uneven road and tossed their bodies from side to side. The reluctant kissing continued unabated, the frightening images in his evil eyes motivating Danielle to give him all he desired. Once beyond the village, wild grass had grown high between the wheel ruts and the insistent thump-thump of thick brush striking the bottom of the carriage drowned out the revolting grunts of pleasure that the Captain occasionally uttered.
Within a couple of miles his excitement outgrew the kissing and fondling. His mouth withdrew from hers and he anxiously pushed Danielle onto the floor of the carriage on her knees. She was innocent but fully mature, so she was aware what was expected although she’d never before engaged in such scandalous activity.
The visions she’d observed in his eyes encouraged Danielle to loosen his trousers and greet his hardened sword with a welcome kiss on the head. Oddly, the smell and taste of his weapon was less revolting than that which emanated from the rest of him. Sheathing half his sword with her lips and mouth, and teasing him with her tongue, although shameful, was somehow less disgusting. And it was not blood that oozed from the tip but thick milky seed that she would rather have perish in her belly than have any chance at all of reproducing.
“Yes, that’s right, you’ll need all the protein you can get where you’re headed,” he jeered as she swallowed the little that had oozed. “Don’t be bashful; drain me of all I have and I’ll be your ally when you need one most.”
It was not her fear of him that encouraged her, but the unlikely hope that she would have one last chance to see her beloved family. She no longer hoped for her own life to be spared, realizing her fate was sealed. But one brief glimpse of her siblings, certainly that was not an outlandish request for all she’d endured? Tears of sadness formed in her eyes, rolled down her rosy cheeks, and spilled onto his detestable crotch as her unskilled mouth consumed him. She shuddered in disgust as his body twitched and grunted in delight. She recalled his words, and as detestable the task, she drank down the seemingly endless flood of hot semen when it was dispensed.
Hopelessness embraced her after the repulsive deed was finished. Her mind questioned why she had agreed to what she had done, and she feared what waited. Danielle’s green eyes looked up, uncertain what was next. He motioned for her to continue. She glanced down at his sword that was now more like a dagger, but at his insistence placed it back into her warm mouth. She reluctantly licked and sucked on the stem, and after a time it swelled and returned to its former size. They were still quite a distance from the castle, and much time remained.
As the small caravan persisted, her eyes closed and her mouth resumed its deplorable duties. Her head arose and descended, lips feeling every bump and groove of the shaft and the throbbing vein that maintained his size. Her moving tongue teased the bulbous head, tasting the salty discharge and reluctantly adding it to the rest that filled her nauseated stomach.
His grimy hands caressed the top and back of her head, bloodstained fingers sifting through the long silky black strands of her hair. And as all of this occurred her mouth licked and sucked on the upper portion of his immense sword as his expended sacs refilled with life-bearing seed.
She glanced up periodically at the Captain. He was leaning back, completely relaxed, his bloodshot eyes closed or on the verge of doing so. The summer sun was beating down on the carriage top, warming the interior. A breeze entered the carriage and moved his dark hair, but she received none of its benefits in her position. Beads of perspiration formed on her brow as her body grew uncomfortably warm.
Saliva, mixed with his detestable seed, dripped from the corners of her succulent mouth and chin. After a time her mouth began to tire. This second time he was lasting much longer and the effort required to please him was significant. The mixture rolled off her chin and down the center of her long, soft neck in a tiny rivulet.
A soldier guided his horse alongside and interacted with the Captain. Danielle did not hear the verbal exchange but sensed that time was running short, for the carriage slowed and then stopped. He suddenly became much more animated and involved in the pursuit of his own pleasure at that point.
His left hand quickened the bobbing of her head, and his hips pushed up and down in rhythm, moving his sword faster and deeper than before. His right hand reached down and cupped her left breast, roughly squeezing on the firm, soft mound and tugging on the swollen nipple. The combination was apparently enough for him, because moments later his body stiffened and twitched, and again flooded her mouth with hot semen. She swallowed and kept stimulating his flesh sword, and twice more he ejaculated. When he was finished he pushed her aside, covered himself, and stepped out of the carriage.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the Captain challenged the arrival of another guard.
“To have a little piece of her before Chadwick gets what’s left.”
“Stay away.”
“But I’m your Lieutenant! Certainly that should be accompanied by some privileges!” the younger man argued.
The Captain relented. “Be quick about it.”
Through the open door Danielle noticed that the carriage had stopped alongside a calm, crystal clear stream. The water looked so inviting. She looked at it longingly as her tears resumed flowing, for she didn’t expect to see such a simple, beautiful sight again. Wild flowers grew near the bank and she briefly enjoyed their contrasting colors until the body of the Lieutenant blocked the open doorway.
“Please, no,” she begged him and nodded her head from side to side, but even as she uttered the words she sensed the futility of resistance. “I’ve done nothing wrong to deserve this. You must know this.”
He reached inside, grabbed a handful of her long black hair, and pulled her across the bottom of the carriage. He placed her on the back and all her eyes could see was his crotch, the blue sky, and the leafy branches of a nearby tree.
She tried to concentrate on the sky and leafy branches, but instead her gaze was drawn to the rough, dirty hands that reached down and guided the fleshy dagger into her view. He held the base and pressed the round pink tip against her lips. They reluctantly parted and he pushed his semi-erect member inside. He quietly sighed in approval as she began licking and sucking on his stem and bathing his flesh in warm saliva.
He leaned over her and pushed her loosened clothing open until both breasts were revealed. He snidely admitted “You’re far too beautiful for that bastard Chadwick. I’m envious given this glorious sight.”
He filled his hands with the upright globes and gently savored the soft warmth and texture of her flesh. His thumbs toyed with both nipples, and as he did his flesh grew into a sword worthy of a fierce warrior. Her mouth could only comfortably handle half, but that didn’t keep his moving hips from forcing slightly more inside of the hot, wet orifice. He throbbed excitedly against her lips and tongue, and the tip leaked seed and mixed with her saliva.
In her position the only thing that she could see was the steady motion of the underside of his member framed by blue sky. It became hypnotic after a time, and it was almost relaxing. As the saliva and leaking semen filled her mouth, she let it drip from the sides of her mouth instead of swallowing. Due to her orientation it ran down the sides of her cheeks beneath the ears and either soaked into the black hair or dripped onto the ground, depending on its direction of travel. Ordinarily she would’ve been horrified, but Danielle no longer cared, so hopeless had she become.
“Hurry up, she needs to wash up!” the Captain’s voice impatiently barked.
The Lieutenant moved his hips faster in response, and her tired mouth licked and sucked harder. It took another minute or more, but as his body tensed and jerked, he emptied his seed in a thick steady stream and overfilled her mouth. As Danielle gagged on the semen his hips kept driving, thrusting further back where he squirted the final stream into her throat. Choking, she was forced to clear her mouth and grimaced as the majority was ingested. Once finished he promptly withdrew.
“Bring her with you!” the Captain’s voice commanded.
The Lieutenant lifted her from the carriage, placed Danielle on her feet, and guided her to the water’s edge. The Captain took over from that point and guided her towards the center of the stream where the water was waist deep. He removed a pin from one shackle. Danielle used the opportunity to rinse her hair, face, and neck, cleanse the smudges of dirt off her breasts, and rinse her mouth with fresh water. She cupped her hands and drank all that she could stomach, not knowing when she’d next receive a ration of it.
“Come on, time to go,” he prodded her after securing the loosened shackle.
When Danielle turned she froze in terror. From her vantage point she could see a tall stone tower above the tree line and realized how close they were to the castle and all the horrors that waited. It caused her to cry out in sadness for all that was lost by her wrongfully forced imprisonment and probable torture. He propelled her forward in the direction of the carriage. She was tempted to run, but there would be little point. She’d be chased down quickly enough and only waste in the form of sweat the precious water that was in her system.
She returned to the carriage and he impatiently helped her in. It was only a brief ride before the sound of the wheels changed and she realized they were crossing the castle’s moat on a wooden bridge. The sounds of voices increased the closer they got, and once inside the walls there seemed to be considerable activity. The Captain pulled a hood over her head that denied all sight, muffled the outside noises, and amplified the sound of her quickened breathing. It also prevented the release of heated air, and she quickly grew hot.
He pulled her from the carriage and she blindly followed, nearly stumbling several times as they crossed over small objects. Once they crossed a threshold into the castle the outside noises quieted even more. They passed through several corridors before finally stopping. He showed no mercy and roughly pushed her to the floor, where she collapsed to a sitting position.

My name is Tom and I had just finished making a sales call. My cellphone rang and I answered it.
“Tom, do you remember me, Sister Mary Louise?’
How could I forget. A few weeks ago I had an encounter with a nun at a hotel I was staying at. We had made passionate love together.
“I need to see you now, could you come to the city park?”
I told her I would be there in an hour’s time. As I pulled up, there sat Mary Louise on a park bench. She had a suit case next to her. Mary Louise grabbed her case and ran to my car.
“Please Tom, I need your help,” she told me.
She got into my car and there were tears running down her face.
“I was thrown out of the convent,” she told me.
“My God, what happened?” I asked.
Some weeks had passed, she told me, and she had missed her period. Mary Louise went to the drugstore and discreetly purchased a pregnancy test kit. The test was positive. She said she was frantic, so she went to the Mother Superior and told her what had happened.
There was no compassion or mercy from one of God’s representatives. Mary Louise was told to pack her things and told to get out. Mary Louise had no one to turn to. She did remember that I had given her my cellphone number. She called me.
There we sat, my head was spinning. I had made a nun pregnant, and worse, she was cast out by her convent. I drove back to my house. Mary Louise, whose name was actually Betsy, got out and we went inside.
We sat there for some time, as I tried to comfort her. Betsy was besides herself crying. I got her a small glass of wine and told her to drink it. I then told her we would work things out together. Betsy said she wasn’t going to have an abortion. That was a sin to her. She wanted the baby.
I was holding her as she cried. Betsy was so attractive. Her dark hair had grown out a bit. As she pressed into my chest, I could feel her large breasts pushing into me. My cock was beginning to swell inside my pants.
I knew this was wrong at the moment, but I couldn’t keep my erection down. Betsy must have seen my bulging pants. She kissed me hard on the mouth.
“Tom, I have missed you so much.”
I have to admit, Betsy was on my mind quite a bit these past weeks. I couldn’t help myself thinking about our hot lovemaking. I wanted her.
I lifted Betsy up from the couch. We kissed, as our tongues were touching now. I started to undo the buttons on her top. I pulled it off of her and unlatched her bra. Betsy’s tits were free now. I forgot how large and firm they were.
I placed my mouth around a nipple and drew it into my mouth. Betsy drew a large breath of air.
“Oh God, Tom, I have missed this!” Betsy told me.
I undid the skirt she was wearing and pulled her panties off. I pulled my shirt, pants and underwear off as well. My cock was sticking straight out, erect with pre-cum on the tip. I had Betsy kneel facing the couch. I had my cock in my hand and I guided it to her hole.
I pushed my shaft inside past her folds. Betsy let out a small scream as I pushed deeper into her pussy. I wanted her so badly now. I started to stroke my cock in and out. Betsy’s muscles gripped me tight. She wanted this as much as I did. With my hands on her hips I gave her my thick member.
Betsy held my cock in a death grip as I fed her every inch I had. I reached around and found those luscious breasts. I took one in each hand and massaged them. We must have been caught up in our lovemaking.
Betsy said to me, “go deep as you can Tom, I need your cock.”
This sort of shocked me, but I think Betsy’s inhibitions were quickly fading. I ploughed into her love tunnel now. She was wet and I took her for well over an hour. We fucked and kissed and I felt myself getting close to popping.
“Betsy, I am getting close,” I told her.
“Please Tom, cum in me again!”
I pushed one last time and erupted. My cum came gushing out. I hosed her insides with my hot, sticky load. Betsy groaned and I felt her love spasms. It felt like a small hand was milking at my cock, trying to ease my spunk out of me.
After a few minutes of cumming, my cock slipped out of her pussy. I then led her back to my bedroom. Betsy laid back and observed me standing there at the edge of the bed. My cock was coated with our juices. Betsy’s eyes were transfixed on my shaft.
She moved over and took my cock in her hand. She lifted it to her lips and took me in her mouth. It felt as if a shock wave was going throughout my body. She drew me in and took as much of my cock as she could. I didn’t think it was possible, but I was getting hard once more. Betsy licked every drop from my erection, then moved back and spread her thighs.
She didn’t need to ask me twice. I mounted her again and guided my mushroom head to her pussy. Betsy then took hold of me and pulled me into her. I sunk easily inside as she was sopping wet from our love cum. I pushed into her, resting my balls against her asscheeks. We both looked at each others eyes. I knew what she wanted.
I fed her my cock, at first slowly. Then I went faster. My sacs slapped hard against her bottom. The noise seemed to make Betsy crazy for fucking. She pulled her legs up and surrounded my waist. I slammed into her repeatedly. Betsy begged and pleaded for me to give it to her. This only made me more horny, if that was possible.
It was then that I first noticed that her belly had grown. It was my seed that planted that baby. I touched her stomach with my hand.
Betsy smiled and said, “yes Tom, that is our baby.”
I wanted to push my cock as far into her as I could now. She must have known what I was trying to do. She brought her legs up higher onto my back. I fed her my love pole. Betsy was nearly screaming out loud now.
“Oh Jesus, that feels so good,” she was moaning.
We both were getting so close now. I gave her long, deliberate strokes. I wanted her body to explode. I kept pushing her closer to the edge. We both lost it. Sweat was pouring as we came together. I shot a geyser of cum into her belly, then another. This went on for the longest time until we were able to come back to earth.
I lay on top of her, planting kisses on her mouth and neck. Betsy continued to pull the last drops of cum from my body using her pussy muscles.
Eventually I pulled out and we talked. I told her she was staying here now. We were going to have the baby together. Betsy began to cry, saying she wanted to be with me since she found out she was pregnant.
Betsy’s lovemaking was so intense for a complete novice basically. We had plenty of months to get to know each other better. The short time I had spent with Betsy proved me right. She was easy going and eager to please me. I couldn’t have found a better women to be with. I will keep you informed to our lovemaking as she gets closer to having the baby.

After everyone left the superbowl party Chris showered and cleaned up for Jim. He sat under the shower spray and soaped up his smooth body, paying special attention to his new breasts and his hardening cock.
As he cleaned up, he thought of the last few months with Jim; seducing him, going out on dates, getting fake breasts to be more of a woman and now tonight, being the center of attention in a gang bang. It turned him on getting fucked by all those men in front of Jim. And he knew that Jim liked it too, he told Chris as much after the party. Stepping out of the shower, he toweled off, slipped on a silk camisole and some panties and headed into the bedroom.
Jim was waiting for him in bed.
“You were incredible tonight Christy,” Jim exclaimed. “And look, they left you with a sizable tip.”
Jim handed Chris a wad of cash. He quickly counted it and it was over $1,000.
“Oh my, they must have really liked my performance. I certainly enjoyed giving it. Maybe I should start stripping for a living.” Chris laughed.
Jim gave Chris a funny look. “You can’t be serious.”
“No I’m not honey, although it was incredible. You know I’ll always love you but there are times where you aren’t around that I get so horny. Especially when I am all dressed up and go out shopping or go out to eat by myself and guys hit on me.”
“They do?” Jim asked.
“Yes, and sometimes I just want to take them home and fuck their brains out.”
Jim looked at Christy with a mix of surprise and jealousy. He loved watching her with all those men tonight but wasn’t sure if he was keen on her fooling around with other guys when he wasn’t there and he told her so.
Chris crawled into the bed and snuggled up to Jim.
“I told you baby, I’ll always love you. You liked watching me with your friends tonight and you loved it when I blew the waiter a few months ago in the back of your SUV while you watched.”
Chris leaned in and kissed Jim on the cheek. “Besides, maybe one of these times I’ll bring one home and we can both have some fun with him or if you’re not around I’ll tell you all about it later. And just to make things even, if you want to fool around on me with another man or woman I won’t mind. As long as I get to hear about it too.”
Jim smiled at the thought of that.
After sucking Chris off in front of all his friends at the party he was sure he wouldn’t mind Chris brining another person home to join in the fun. Or, as Chris mentioned, being told all about his exploits later.
“Well, if you promise to tell me about your exploits later I guess it would be all right. But only when I am not around or we don’t have anything planned.”
“Oh, a little jealous are we?” Chris retorted. “Don’t worry baby, no one can replace you. You’re to good to me. I promise not to cancel dates with you.”
Jim hugged and kissed Chris, feeling reassured that their relationship was still intact. Holding Chris tight to him, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, tired from all the excitement from the party.
Waking up the next morning Chris slipped out of bed and took a quick shower. As he was in the shower, he began thinking of the money he had made last night. There must be a way to make a living while dressing as a woman. Then it hit him. He would start a service to teach men how to dress and behave like a woman. Stepping out of the shower he toweled off and went into the bedroom.
Jim had gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Morning sleepyhead.”
Chris leaned in and kissed Jim on the lips. Going to the closet, Chris grabbed a change of clothes out of the closet. He had begun keeping a spare change of clothes at Jim’s in case he stays over during the week or at the end of the weekend.
“I need to get into work early for a meeting but I’ll be back here after work waiting for you. We can have some fun tonight. I have something I want to tell you tonight too.”
“It will have to wait until I get back into town.” Jim said groggily. “I have to go out of town for a few days.”
Chris looked at Jim with a forlorn look on his face
“I was looking forward to having you all to myself tonight after last night.”.
“Well, if you can’t wait until I get back you can always go out and have some fun without me, as long as I get to hear about it when I get back.” Jim replied.
“You mean it?” Chris asked with a hopeful look on his face.
Sitting up in bed Jim looked at Chris.
“Yes I do. Who knows? One of these times I might be able to watch again or join in the fun.” “Oh honey, I love you.” Chris beamed as he leaned in to kiss Jim. “I promise I’ll tell you all about it when you get back.”
He sat on the bed next to Jim and took his hands. Looking into his eyes, he decided to tell Jim of his plans now.
“I was doing some thinking in the shower about all the money I made last night. I want to dress like a woman more often and make money doing it..”
Jim got this worried look about him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to strip or start prostituting myself. I want to start a business where I help men get in touch with their feminine side.”
“Would it include having sex with them?” Jim asked.
“More than likely.” Chris responded. “But I could use your help there as an assistant if you catch my drift.”
Jim looked at Chris for a moment, trying to figure out if he was kidding or not. It finally hit him that Chris wasn’t joking.
“It defiantly sounds intriguing. Would you let me fuck them?”
“If you like. I love you Jim and would do anything to please you. If you wanted to fuck them I would let you, especially since I would get to watch.”
That thought turned Jim on, especially after watching Chris last night. He had a feeling that Chris liked watching too.
“Anything to keep you happy baby.” Jim finally replied. “Sounds like it could be a lot of fun.”
Chris threw his arms around Jim and hugged him close.
“Oh thank Jim. I was hoping you would be agreeable to this.”
Standing up, he walked to the bedroom door, turned around and blew Jim a kiss.
Jim smiled back at him and did the same.
“See you when I get back.” Chris cooed as he flashed Jim a mischievous grin.
Chris couldn’t wait to get home from work and change into something sexier than his work clothes. All he could think about at work was getting home, changing, and going out on the town to find some fun. He had been searching the Internet, looking for ideas to start his business. He found some sites that advertised the kind of service he was thinking of starting. They sold lingerie, breast forms, slimming corsets, and all sorts of other supplies for cross dressers.
After returning home from work, Chris wasted no time stripping off his work clothes on the way to the bedroom. He rummaged in his closet for a sexy outfit to slip into before going out. As he was flipping through his dresses he came on the one-piece outfit Jim had given him for his night on–the-town with him, dressed as a woman. He thought that would be the perfect outfit to wear tonight.
Throwing the outfit on the bed he turned his attention to what lingerie he should wear. As he turned to rummage through his lingerie chest, his eye caught the video camera he put up there a few nights ago. He had planned on taping himself getting dressed in his lingerie, doing a sexy little dance for the camera, and then fucking himself with his toys. He was then going to give the tape to Jim as a present for when they couldn’t be together.
Then an idea hit him. He was going to set up the camera to record his fun tonight and give that tape to Jim. Giving him the tape would be even better than telling him about his little escapade.
Chris set the camera aside and began rummaging through his lingerie. He pulled out a red silk demi-cup bra and patching panties. Then he found a black garter belt and some nude thigh-high nylons. After slipping on the garter belt and bra he sat on the bed and slid the nylons on his legs, smoothing them out after hooking them to the belt. Standing up he grabbed the panties and put them on over the garter belt and hose so he could shed them if need be.
Sitting down at his makeup table Chris applied some foundation, and light red rouge to his cheeks. Then he put on some jade green eyeliner to match his dress and some ruby red lipstick for some good contrast. Now it was time for a wig. Looking over his selection he decided on a straight, shoulder length blonde wig. After pinning it in place he looked himself over in the mirror and was satisfied with his look
After sliding into his dress he found a pair of black 3″ heels to give his legs a nice long sexy look. He closed the closet door and looked at himself in the full-length mirror. ‘Damn I look good tonight,’ he thought to himself. He was sure it would be no problem picking up a guy in this outfit. Now it was time to turn his attention to the camera.
Rummaging around the closet again he found the tripod for the camera. After screwing the camera to the tripod he turned it on and aimed it at the bed. After focusing the camera he pressed the record button. Moving in front of the camera he began to do a sexy dance, gyrating his hips and running his hands up and down his body. After a couple of minutes of this he crawled onto the bed and wiggled his ass at the camera, smacking it in the process. Turning on the bed, to face the camera he blew a kiss at it.
Then he got up and stopped recording. Satisfied with the few minutes he had reviewed on the camera, he went downstairs, grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
After hoping into the car, Chris drove to the mall to do some shopping and then get a bite to eat. Chris was just doing some window-shopping to kill time before heading out to the clubs. Stopping in front of a lingerie store he decided to go in and pick out something new.
Her browsed for a while before a clerk asked if there was anything that he needed help with. He replied that he was looking for a sexy pair of boy shorts and a matching lace, demi-cup bra to surprise his boyfriend. The clerk was more than happy to show him to a rack of matching sets.
“You look like you are a size 10.” Said the clerk.
Chris looked at her and smiled. “Why yes I am, with a 38B cup size.”
“She had no idea I was a man,” Chris thought to himself. Taking the lingerie in hand, he began to rub his fingers over it. It was so soft, he couldn’t wait to try it on.
“Where are the dressing rooms?” Chris asked.
The clerk pointed to the back corner of the store. Chris thanked her and began to make his way to the dressing rooms. While making his way back to the dressing rooms he saw a cute guy nonchalantly looking through the racks of sale lingerie. Chris stopped at the rack of lingerie and pretended to thumb through the bras and panties.
The man was tall, about 6′4″ and well toned. He had brown hair and deep blue eyes. From the looks of his tight jeans, Chris was guessing he had a sizeable cock too. Then an idea hit him.
Moving closer to the man he whispered to him, “I think those would look good on you?”
The man looked up at him in surprise. “What?”
“I think you heard me.” Chris replied.
“Actually, I’m looking for something for my girlfriend.” He said, blushing slightly.
“Oh, really? I saw the way you were looking through the rack, fingering the lacy undergarments.” Chris retorted while smiling back at the man.
The man blushed at this. He knew he had been caught. Lowering his voice he said, “Yes, they’re for me.”
“Don’t be ashamed honey,”, Chris responded. He knew how it was when he first got into wearing lingerie, all the awkward trips to lingerie stores. “I like a guy who gets in touch with his feminine side.”
Chris reached into the rack and pulled out a nice matching bra and lace bikini panty. “I think these look like they might fit you. Why don’t you try them on?”
He looked at Chris for a moment with a startled look in his eyes. “You mean here, now?”
“Yes, how else will you know if they will fit?”
Chris grabbed him by the hand and led him to the dressing rooms. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching, he slipped into the first dressing room that was open with the man in tow.
After shutting the door and locking it, Chris turned and introduced himself. “I’m Christy by the way.”
“Um, I’m Paul.” Replied the man sheepishly. He looked Chris up and down liking what he saw.
Chris could see Paul relax a little after the quick introduction.
“How about trying those on for me?” Chris asked. “Or would you like to see me try mine on first?”
Paul stood there speechless for a moment. Before he could say anything Chris started to slip out if his dress.
“I’ll take your silence as a cue for me to go first. You just sit back and relax.”
Chris slipped off his dress and then his bra. His tits fell free, bouncing as they did. Before slipping the new bra on he looked at Paul who was giving his full attention to Chris now. Chris pinched his nipples so they were nice and hard before slipping on the bra. He heard Paul moan.
“You like the way this looks on me Paul?” Chris asked sweetly as he spun around.
“Um, yeah.” Came Paul’s reply as he continued staring at Chris’ tits.
“How about you try your top on now? It’s only fair.”
Paul hesitated for a moment but then began to take his shirt off.
Chris sighed as his rippled stomach and chest came into full view. “Very nice.”
Paul smiled at him and gingerly picked up the bra. He slipped it on like he knew what he was doing. Chris knew he had him now. After trying on the bra Paul stood there facing Chris, blushing but sporting a hard on in his pants.
“So how does it feel?” Chris asked. “It looks good on you.”
“Well, “Paul came back, “it feels strange but good. I like the feel of the smooth silk on my nipples.”
“I thought so. Would you like to see me in my boy shorts now?”
“Um, well, yes.” Paul stammered.
Chris could tell that Paul was enjoying this. His nipples were getting hard in the lacy bra and his stiff cock was straining at the seams in his pants. If things went the way Chris thought they would, then he wouldn’t have a problem much longer.
“Then I’ll slip them on. But before I do I have a little surprise for you.”
Paul looked up at Chris from where he was seated in the dressing room and smiled.
Chris slowly slipped his panties down inch-by-inch keeping an eye on Paul for his reaction. Paul’s eyes were glued to Chris’ crotch as he slowly lowered the panties. Chris lowered them slowly past his cock, the head poking out first.
The expression on Paul’s face turned from one of expectant pleasure to one of disbelief at first then curiosity.
“What the hell?” Paul gasped. “You’re a guy? But your tits, the hair, you look so hot.”
Paul couldn’t believe what he was seeing; he thought Chris was a woman. Now he was staring straight at a semi erect cock. At first he was shocked but that quickly gave way to curiosity.
Chris looked at him and smiled. “I used to be just like you but we can talk about that later. Right now I’ll bet you want to see me in those boy shorts.”
Paul looked at Chris and hesitantly replied, “Yes, I do.”
Chris slipped off his panties and shimmied into the boy shorts. Pulling them up over his hips he tucked himself back in place and smoothed them out. Turning around for Paul he asked, “How do you like them?”
“They look great on you.” Paul replied, a little embarrassed.
“How about we see how you look in your panties?” Chris said as he snatched them from Paul’s hands and motioned for him to sit up.
Paul stood up and Chris began to unbutton Paul’s pants. Paul moaned As Chris pulled off the jeans and brushed his hand over Paul’s rock hard cock.
“Oh, looks like we’ll have to take care of that. But first, slip these on. I want to see how you look in them.”
Paul slipped off his briefs and slipped on the panties. He tucked himself into them as best he could but a third of his cock was still poking out the elastic waist.
Paul blushed.
“Mmm, looks like I have my work cut out for me. I better move quickly. We’ve been in here a few minutes and we don’t want to get caught.”
Chris dropped to his knees and pulled Paul’s cock from the panties he had just slipped on.
“What are you doing?” Paul whispered tersely.
“What does it look like? I’m going to solve your little, or should I say rather large problem you have here.” Chris whispered back with a smile on his face. “Don’t you want me to?”
Before Paul could answer, Chris began sucking on his hard cock. He guessed it was at least 8″ long and an inch and a half thick since he was having a hard time getting it all in his mouth. As Chris worked Paul’s cock in his mouth he heard Paul let out a low moan. Taking that as his cue to continue, Chris massaged Paul’s heavy balls as he continued to suck on his cock.
“Oh yesss.” Paul hissed as Chris sucked him. “This is so wrong but feels so good.”
He reached down and began to massage Chris’ nipples as the exquisite blowjob continued.
Chris pulled off Paul for a moment and looked into his eyes. “See what you’ve been missing?”
Chris smiled at Paul and then swallowed his cock to the base. Paul began thrusting in and out of Chris’ face as his orgasm approached. Chris sucked Paul faster, wanting to swallow his load. After a few more thrusts, Paul pinched Chris’ nipples hard, gasped, and began shooting his load into Chris’s mouth. Chris greedily gulped it down, swallowing Paul’s hot cum.
After Paul shot his last load, Chris pulled off him and licked his lips. Standing up he kissed Paul on the lips, letting him taste his own cum. Paul kissed Chris back, slipping his tongue into his mouth.
“I can’t believe what just happened.” Paul said.
“Believe it baby.” Chris replied “And you were good too. How about we finish getting dressed and go out to pay for theses things? I’ll even pay for yours. Now get dressed before the clerks think something is wrong.”
Chris slipped on his dress and pulled the tags off the bra and boy shorts he just put on. He wanted to wear it out tonight and since he had it on already there was no point in taking it off. Paul slipped off his and put his briefs and jeans back on along with his shirt.
Picking up the lingerie that Paul had taken off Chris said, “I’ll pay for these Paul to avoid you any embarrassment tonight, but there is one condition attached”.
“What would that be?” Paul asked.
“I’ll tell you after I’ve bought these.”
Paul thought about it for a moment and then agreed. What was the worst that could happen? He had already gotten a blowjob from a beautiful cross-dresser and loved it.
“Wait here.” Chris ordered.
Chris left the dressing room and checked to be sure the coast was clear. He motioned for Paul to come out and join him. Paul hurriedly left the dressing room and followed Chris to the checkout. They reached the checkout counter and Chris handed the lingerie Paul had tried on to the woman and the tags for the lingerie he had put on in the dressing room.
“I took the tags off the bra and panties I found since I have them on and I want to buy these also.” Chris said as he handed the clerk Paul’s lingerie.
As he handed the lingerie to the clerk, Chris saw her look from Ch