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***From FEMINET
DANI FOREVER (the conclusion to the adventures of Sissy Dani)
"This should be the most exciting night of your life," Mistress Jennifer
told me. "We'll be celebrating Sissy Dani's first 'birthday.'"
It was true. A full year had gone by since Jennifer had first used her
secret hypnotic designs to implant within my mind the personality of Sissy
Dani, a simpering, submissive male lesbian who craved being both beautiful
and bound. In that year, she had also aided many of her dominant female
friends to successfully transform the men in their lives into submissive
feminized slaves as well. Many of them would be at the party tonight.
"Let's get you into your birthday dress," Jennifer said, holding out the
special creation.
"Can't that wait?" I asked petulantly. I had noted over the last several
months that even as Daniel I was becoming increasingly girlish--my voice
was higher, softer; my gestures and walk more feminine. This "persona
seepage," as I had come to think of it, had seemingly begun the evening
Jennifer imposed a second set of posthypnotic commands upon me. I was now
compelled to wear feminine undergarments and a light coating of makeup at
all times, whether dressed and acting as Daniel or Dani. I was now
reluctant to wear female clothing when the Daniel persona was in charge--
for fear the "seepage" would increase.
Jennifer, of course, had the solution to my reluctance. "Don't you want
to be PRETTY, SISSY DANI?" Those were the code words, the special message
that would activate in full the feminine psyche hidden within my own. As
usual, the switch was instantaneous.
Unable to resist (though within, I knew how humiliating the entire
scenario was), I dropped my gaze and held out my arms, wrists touching.
"Transform me, Mistress," I pleaded. "Bind me into your service as sissy
Dani."
Jennifer ordered me to remove my male outer clothes and the black lace
undies I was also wearing. She strapped me into a plain white strapless
padded bra and then added white panties. No garter belt this time--the
sheer white stockings she gave me to put on my hairless legs were designed
to stay up by themselves. When she handed me the dress Sissy Dani was to
wear to the party I understood why my lingerie was so simple.
The dress was elegant, sexy, and tight as tight could be. Its shirred
white fabric clung to everyone of Sissy Dani's curves. It was low-cut and
strapless, the bodice fitting like a bustier. The hem was among the
shortest Sissy Dani had ever worn--nearly eight inches above the knee. A
built-in starched petticoat made the skirt stand out, seemingly revealing
even more of the legs than usual.
Now came the shoes--the barest of bare white sandals with seven-inch
heels. Fortunately, in preparation for the party, Jennifer had made me (as
both Daniel and Dani) practice walking in even higher eight-inch heels for
the past month. In comparison, these were like flats. I looked down at my
feet, and the Sissy Dani persona was enchanted by the sight of my red-
painted toenails winking through the thin straps of the sandals. It was an
extremely sexy sight.
Fully dressed for the party (or so I thought at the time), I was seated
at my vanity for a make-up job. In keeping with the sexy yet virginal white
of my outfit, Mistress Jennifer emphasized the little-girl look of my face
without neglecting the need to make me the sexual center of attention she
wanted me to be that evening. The final effect--with ultra-long lashes,
carefully shaded pale colors in the eyeshadow, a deep coral lipstick, and
my usual embarrassed blush--left the impression of a Monroe-like sexpot
trying to masquerade as a pre-teenager. Jennifer was certain I would be a
hit.
My usual bondage jewelry was also added--locked collar, bracelets, ankle
bracelets.
She faced me toward the mirror and snapped her fingers. Instantly, my
male persona reasserted itself. I gazed at my reflection--and the hypnotic
effect of Jennifer's commands combined with the "persona seepage" left me
with a raging hard-on. Jennifer recognized the look of longing on my face.
"Concentrate on other things, Danielle," she cooed. "For example, I have
a big birthday surprise waiting for you at the party this evening." She
grinned evilly--and I shuddered, half in fear, half in anticipation.
"Time to go," she told me, producing my "outerwear," such as it was.
First came a pair of opera-length white satin gloves, exceedingly tight and
fetishistic. So tight, in fact, that I could scarcely move my elbows or
fingers once they were on. She forced my arms behind my back and
demonstrated the gloves' other secret: The two halves of a nylon zipper ran
up the inner side of each glove. Forcing my arms close together, she closed
the zipper, imprisoning my arms as if they were bound in a single glove.
Over this elegant bondage she placed a white satin cape that fell to my
waist, mostly hiding my imprisoned arms--but leaving just enough showing to
make it interesting should anyone notice my awkward condition. "Now you
just stand here like that and get used to it," Jennifer advised, "while I
get into my own party outfit."
Moments later, she reappeared. Involuntarily I gasped--she was
beautiful. Her dress was a classic evening gown--halter-collared,
barebacked, clinging in all the right places, with a slit up the side to
reveal her gorgeous legs--but made entirely of red kid leather. Her
stockings were also red, and her shoes were of matching leather in a six-
inch heeled pump.
Jennifer clipped a gold chain leash to my collar and tugged lightly.
"Let's go, Dani--your public awaits."
The party was held at Mistress Susan's home. Mistress Susan was the
sister of Teasing Tammy (nee Tommy), and was the instigator of his
transformation into that alluring teenager whose purpose was to gain new
"recruits" to the growing legion of feminized submissives. Among the guests
at this birthday party for my own imposed female persona were Tammy, Little
Miss Mandy and "her" mother Carla, and Busty Barbie and "her" wife-
mistress, Maria. Each of the three had, I was told, prepared an
entertainment for the celebration.
When everyone had arrived, the festivities began. First into the
spotlight was Tammy. Susan had outfitted her little "sister" in a dressy
version of her usual teen-age sexpot attire. The buxom little redhead wore
a pink sequined mini-dress with a diagonal-cut hem: It started at knee-
length on her left side and rose to stocking-tops (revealing a hint of
garter) on the left. Along the outside of the left leg her specially made
pink stockings had an inscription, running from the thigh to the ankle:
"Cockteaser." She also wore six-inch pink pumps.
Like me, Tammy was only a part-time submissive. Susan brought her out
for special occasions like these or for missions to lure in prospective
feminization victims. Also like me, Tammy's other self, Tommy, was acutely
aware of everything he was forced to undergo when in the thrall of the
Teasing Tammy persona--so I understood the humiliation he would feel after
the party when Susan released him from her control.
Tammy's act consisted of her playing up sexually to one of the un-
feminized male submissives at he party, while singing--in a Betty Boop-ish
voice--"I Want to Be Loved By You." Her instructions were to turn the man
on as much as possible--both for her own humiliation as his, since he would
be forbidden to relieve his frustration by his own mistress.
The act was a rousing success. The party-goers loved it--and the poor
submissive ended up with a raging erection; but tied to a chair as he was,
he could only long for release--in more ways than one.
Completing her number, Tammy curtsied and retreated to Susan's side,
where she was immediately returned to her own bondage--silver handcuffs
behind the back and leg restraints--and then Susan played a little trick of
her own: Snapping her fingers, she returned Tammy to Tommy. As the
realization of what he had just done hit him, Tommy turned bright red and
would have run from the room had Susan not restrained him.
Next on the makeshift stage was Little Miss Mandy. Unlike most of the
other feminized slaves in our circle, Mandy had not been transformed
through hypnosis but through rigorous training by his mother Carla instead.
She had turned down the mesmerizing route, thinking it would be more fun
(and more embarrassing to the former Martin) if the 14-year-old boy were
constantly aware of his increasing feminized appearance and personality.
Normally, Carla kept Mandy dressed in sissy-boy attire (velvet or satin
shorts, satin skirts, big bows, etc.) rather than full female regalia, but
tonight she had gone all out. Mandy gave the appearance of an oversized
eight-year-old girl in a pale blue party dress with lace and ruffles all
over it, little puffed sleeves, opaque white stockings, and white patent-
leather Mary Janes with three-inch heels. The effect was emphasized by a
little organdy apron tied over his skirt, with a big bow showing at the
rear.
Still there remained a touch of the androgynous to his appearance, since
Carla had chosen to forego a wig for the cross-dressed boy, simply curling
his short black hair tightly and affixing a large pale blue ribbon to the
left side. His face was lightly touched with cosmetics, just enough to
soften his features. Many of the other "little-girl" submissives at the
party were clearly jealous of his femininity.
For her performance, Mandy sang the classic "I'm a Little Teapot,"
replete with the appropriate gestures. When completed, she curtsied, then
(as ordered) stuck her thumb in her mouth in little-girl fashion. The
audience ate it up.
Last up was Busty Barbie. Once known as Bob, he was the only adult in
our group of fem-slaves who lived full-time as a woman. How could he do
otherwise? His wife, Maria, perturbed by his obsession with big-breasted
women, had used a combination of hypnosis, special drugs and breast
implants to turn him into a heart-stopping version of what he loved most.
Barbie was now a lust-inducing buxom brunette, her boobs expanded to a
38D. The hypnotic commands that created the Barbie personality had several
interesting twists: the more often she saw herself with big breasts, the
bigger she wanted her boobs to get (although Maria had recently "turned
off" that command--she didn't want Barbie to get gross); Bob, when released
from the Barbie persona, was compelled to gaze upon the vision of Barbie he
had become--and come in his panties; finally, Bob had constant awareness of
all that happened to Barbie--and Maria frequently ordered him to report on
his reactions to it. He had told me it was a greatly humiliating
experience.
And that was to be his "act" this evening. Barbie wiggled and jiggled
her way into the performance area. She wore a see-through red black blouse,
through which her large tits, carefully powdered and rouged, showed
provocatively. Her skirt was a tight black leather mini, considerably
hampering her ability to walk freely, especially in the six-inch heeled
pumps she also wore. Her dark hair hung below her shoulders in a Farah-like
wave, framing a skillfully made-up face with bee-stung red lips.
"I have been--requested," she began, "to describe my activities and my
feelings as I prepared for this evening's gathering.
"As usual when appearing in public, I began with a long bubble-bath. As
I stripped naked, I found my hands again straying to my breasts, tweaking
the nipples, heaving the heavy globes together. My mind struggled to
prevent my body from teasing myself so, but without effect. My Mistress'
hypnotic commands are too strong. After successfully causing my cock to
harden, I stepped into the bath.
"An hour later," she continued, "powdered and dried from the bath, I
began dressing for the party. I started with my black satin panties, garter
belt and black sheer stockings. The I stepped--struggled, really--into the
exquisite tightness of my leather skirt. My body thrilled at the feel of it
across my hips and thighs; my mind tried to push those feelings away, again
without success. Finally I slipped on my six-inch pumps.
"Then I sat at my vanity to begin my makeup. I accented my eyes with
long false eyelashes, and deep green shadow, and carefully touched up my
plucked and arched eyebrows. next came a rose blush, followed by a coat of
glistening red lipstick. I freshened my nail polish with the same red
color.
"Now, came the part my body loved and my mind most detested. I could
feel my arms and hands shake as my conscious struggled with my unconscious.
But, as always, the unconscious won--my hands picked up the powder and
lipstick again, accenting the white of giant boobs and the red of the
nipples. Looking at my luscious tits in the mirror, I felt my cock begin to
stir again.
"Now came the finishing touch--the blouse that would both hide and
reveal my breasts to the world. Once it was in place, Mistress Maria
entered my room and snapped her fingers. Barbie was gone--Bob in her place
within my mind. I stared at the reflection in the mirror and--as it had
every day for the past several months--my cock shot its load into my
panties at the sight of my transformed self."
The entertainment complete, Mistress Jennifer announced it was time for
my surprise. Suddenly, from behind, I felt a pair of hands thrust a ball-
gag into my mouth, tying it tightly. Next I felt the zipper on my dress
being pulled down. Shortly, the dress fell in a bundle to my feet. Now,
Mistress Jennifer reached behind me and undid the hooks on my bra. It, too,
fell to the floor.
I stood there, half-naked in my sheer white hose and high white sandals,
unable to move because of the way my arms were bound by the satin gloves,
unable to protest because of the way my mouth was gagged. Jennifer smiled--
the smile I knew meant additional humiliation for me. "You look
«MDUL»so«MDNM» Pretty, Sissy Dani."
Instantly. I no longer cared how I looked. I actually longed for the
humiliation I was receiving. Such was the effect of the Sissy Dani persona
upon me. Now, Jennifer produced a syringe from her bag. "This, Sissy Dani,
is the same drug which produced such wonderful results in Busty Barbie."
She stuck the needle under each of my breasts, as my eyes gaped.
"Oh no, Dani," she responded to my unasked question, "we're not going to
make you as buxom as Barbie. Just enough to give you cute little boobs for
the rest of your life.
"After all," Jennifer continued, "you're going to need them. From this
point forward, the sound of snapping fingers will no longer return Daniel
to control of your mind.' She demonstrated. Indeed, the switch in personas
I expected did not occur. But did that mean--
"Yes, Dani, this is the end of your double life," she went on, as I felt
and watched my tits begin to grow. "From now on, you're Pretty Sissy Dani
forever!"
THE END
--
Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com
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Subject: Story - Freddie.txt
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***From FEMINET
FEMALE SUPREMACY
BY LE CARNAD
My girlfriend, Lu, short for Laura Ann and I have been into Female
Supremacy (FS) for several years now, have gotten a good start growing
up in families where the wife was dominant. There is no question in
our minds of the appropriateness of Female Supremacy. Where our
mothers won the battle of women's lib and brought women to a position
of equality with men, we their daughters, are now changing that
equality to rightful and delightfully exciting supremacy.
In our relationship with men - socially, that is - we operate on the
premise that the male can easily be controlled and used through
humiliation that is primarily sexual. No force or violence is really
needed. Instead the man's ego is progressively debilitated by using
ridicule, insults, and mind control, all leading to sexual stimulation
with the promise of fulfillment (the old male way) never being
realized.
*** THE SCHOOL ***
We got Freddie from a divorced friend of my mom's who had raised him,
with his two younger sisters, to be Male Submissive. Besides his
family training, Freddie was also sent to a special Female Supremacy -
Male Submissive private school with an enrollment of about one hundred
and fifty (four to one, girl to boy ratio). The school was started by
Freddie's and our mother's college sorority alumni group. All the
teachers and the principal are women. The little girls start at four
years of age and the boys at seven. Classes are heavily Female
Supremacy slanted. By the fourth grade, male de-pantsing is subtly
encouraged and tolerated on the playground and by the sixth grade,
girls begin getting more biology, physics, math, engineering, ect. and
the boys more cooking, sewing, dancing, entertaining, ect.
By the time of puberty (increasingly closer to age fifteen, now in
this school), the boys are required to wear retainers (a device for
pulling the penis back between the legs) for all co-ed athletic
competition. Junior girls provide locker room supervision of the boys
to assure no masturbation or homosexual activity while the retainers
are off. The Physical Education instructor, Ms. Jones, encourages all
mothers or female guardians to follow a similar control procedure at
home. As they are to be the ones to control the sex life of their
men, the girls get both female and male sex education, the boys none.
Drivers education is in the tenth grade for the girls, none for the
boys. Dating begins as soon as the girls get the driver licenses and
is on a "multi-girl, single-boy" basis initially, moving them to
sandwich dating.
With parental approval (the mother's) girls are encouraged to live
together either with one of their families or in an apartment of their
own during the eleventh grade. By the twelfth grade, many these
girl-girl couples have already taken a boy in, and it is suggested
that one of them marry him to better satisfy the more prudish.
Graduation is age sixteen for females and nineteen for males.
*** THE COURTSHIP ***
Lu and I had Freddie introduced to us by the supervisor of our
biological group (we're both biological research scientists), who knew
of our lifestyle and thought such a boy would be a charming addition
to our twosome. He was working in our coffee lounge as an attendant.
So as not to frighten him, we began sandwich dating him until Lu felt
the time was ripe, and had his sister bring him to our apartment for
dinner and the seducing. With the lights turned low, I comfortable
slouched in a chair, silently sipping a glass of white wine and
watching television. Freddie was on the couch. Lu sat next to him
with her arms around his shoulders. She began by telling him how much
she loved him, gently blowing in his ear and now, as I watched she
began to slowly unbutton his shirt and gently massage his nipples.
Before Freddie arrival, Lu had told me that she had instructed his
sister Barbara to bring him unretained, so that at different times Lu
would suddenly drop her hand to his crotch and say, "Just as I
suspected, Freddie. Your little dickie is getting hard. That's
nasty! Now you just stop it right now! Young man!!" And she gently
slapped his face. I marveled at the smoothness of her "male
ego-diminishing" technique. It worked, too. He'd blush and say he
was sorry, or he couldn't help it, ect. I chuckled.
Then, her hand would soon be back at his nipples, Her tongue in his
ear, sweet-talking him into another erection and another subsequent
put-down from Lu. Now she was alternately Frenching him and asking him
to marry her, then gently reprimanding him for "rising to the
occasion."
By this time Lu had gotten two or three glasses of wine down him.
When she asked him to marry her, and he eagerly agreed. I'm not real
sure he knew what was going on. She had him so confused, so
embarrassed, so desirably submissive. Having agreed to be her husband
Lu looked over at me and winked, and said, "Now Freddie, I'm going to
slip your engagement ring on. Do you know where a boy like you wears
his engagement ring?'
Hesitantly he glanced over at me then lowered his head and murmured
"No Lu, I don't." Her right hand was slipping down to his crotch and
already she was pulling down his zipper, while her left hand toyed
with his ear.
He tried to stop her saying "Please don't Lu, not in front of Marcia
like this." I chuckled, if only he know what he'd soon be doing in
front of me and our friends.
Slapping his hands away Lu continued "Why, baby" she tease, "Marcia is
my friend. She won't be offended seeing you little peter. Will you
Marcia honey?" I assured her that I would not and smiled broadly at
the squirming boy.
Now she had his right arm pinned behind her, was holding his left
wrist and removing his penis from his now open fly. It was
circumcised, which we expected it to be and would have had
accomplished had it not been. "How does this make you feel, Freddie,
to have two girls looking at your penis?"
His spirit broken, he sobbed, "I feel terribly embarrassed, Lu." We
both giggled. She was alternately bouncing and squeezing his dick,
and Frenching him with her tongue.
Suddenly, Lu pulled back breaking the kiss. Staring sternly at him
she barks out "Freddie! I believe you're getting hard. You nasty
thing! You stop that right now! When you get an erection, which will
be most seldom, little boy. It'll be when I tell you too.
Understand?" And she slapped him again.
He was sobbing more and lowered his head as he mumbled "Yes Lu, I
understand. I'm sorry it happened." She continued to fondling him
and was now tonguing his ear. Then, she stopped, leaned over and took
the ring from the end table and daintily stretching out his penis by
grasping the pink head between her thumb and fore-finger. She began
working the ring down over his semi-hardened penis to the base where
the little silver plate on the ring with "Lu's" engraved on it was
almost completely hidden in his public hairs.
Freddie cries out an "OUCH!!" as Lu yanked at his pubic hair. Shaking
her head she remarked "This hair will have to go!" I'll have your
mother or little sister shave you, Freddie, for the wedding ceremony,
so all our guest will be able to see and enjoy your pretty ew ring."
More blushing. "Look at me, Freddie." she gently ordered. As his
eyes lifted to meet hers, she looked long and teasingly victorious at
him until finally he dropped his eyes to the floor and Lu turned and
blew me a silent kiss.
"Marcia," Lu asked, "wouldn't you like to come over to see Freddie's
new engagement ring?" I could see him impulsively suck in air as I
rose and came over. Lu held his the penis in her hand. I took it and
held it. He flinched. We both laughed.
"Why Lu, honey," I teased, "didn't you just tell little Freddie about
getting nasty? He's doing it again! His penis is getting stiff!"
"Freddie Damn it!, I will not put up with such shit! Now stop it!
This instant! and she slapped him very hard. The imprint of her hand
was clearly visible on the boy face. He immediately went soft and
began crying again. "I think you had better just put that littlething
ofyours backin your pantsand we'lltake youhome."
*** THE WEDDING ***
The wedding was in our living room with eight to ten of our friends
there all female who believe as we do in Female Supremacy. I was Lu's
best woman and Freddie's mother stood up with him and gave him away.
A high school friend, a Peggy McClanaham who had just graduated from
seminary school, officiated. She asked "Is it your intention,
Freddie, to diligently obey all the commands and desires of your
bride, Lu; and if so , will you now at this time receive the ring?"
Submissively lowering his head Freddie replied "Yes, if she will allow
me to." His mother untied the robe and held the left side back and I
grasp the right side and did likewise. Every hair on his body except
his head had been shaved off. His mother had powdered him and very
slightly rouged his lips and nipples. Even the head of his penis was
applied with the cosmetic. He wore white ballet shoes and that was
all except a blushingly embarrassed look on his down-turned face. Lu
slipped the ring on him again and kissed him. "You're mine now,
Freddie." She whispered. His mother kissed Lu, passionately
Frenching her deeply. "Congratulation Darling! I know you and Marcia
will both enjoy him," she whispered. She now slipped over Lu's head,
and around her neck, the gold necklace with the little gold key to the
retainer. His youngest sister Allison, an adorable little sex pot
just thirteen years old, held the retainer so he could step into it.
Allison pulled the waistband up and into place, inserted his testicles
in their little anti-ascendant pouches, and the secured his penis in
the zipped sleeve, and then pulled it back between his legs and
fastened the strap on the band. Holding hands behind him,Lu and I
both noticed his little pink penis head poked mischievously out of the
crack between his buttocks. Smiling broadly Allison kissed Lu on the
cheek then came to stand by me putting her arm around my waist and
turning soI could taste those sweet lips. Lu bent down and inserted
the little key in the lock on the retainer and turned it. "You may
kiss you new husband," said the Rev. Mclanahan. Lu took the blushing
Freddie in her arms and began a long, slow Frenchie. With her right
hand she began to gently squeeze his retained penis. I heard her
whisper, "Freddie, you're penis is getting hard! Shame on you! What
did I tell you! And right in your wedding ceremony!" Then, with a
faint smile on her pretty face. She slapped him gently, looking him
straight in the eye the whole time.
Playing with Allison bottom, I said I guess he needs his new wife to
make mad and passionate love to him." Everyone around us all laughed,
well-knowing how the marriage would be consummated. Lu smilingly led
her terribly embarrassed new husband down the hall way to our bedroom.
*** THE RECEPTION ***
I sat sipping champagne with Allison sitting on my lap, I causally
caress her budding young breasts, as the sight of Freddie being led
down the hall by my lover, was still vividly impressed on my mind. I
toyed with the young girls body as we all laughed and joked with the
others.
Peggy (Rev. McClanahan) told us it was the first Female Supremacy
wedding she'd ever conducted. She said she didn't know in advance
just on what the wedding band was to be slipped by Lu, but since it
had "Lu's" engraved on the little silver plate. She was sure it had
been placed where it should have been. We all laughed and agreed that
it was exactly were it belonged.
One of the girls asked, Pamela, Freddie's mom, where she bought the
retainer, asserting she needed one for her husband and her twenty year
old son who were in training. "I thought the retainer was just
darling!" quipped another, "Especially the lace at the top of the
waistband and around the front. And I loved the way it pulled him
back through his crack!" We all laughed.
"Lu and I have already decided on what Freddie's going to wear for
Sally's bachelorette party next month," I smiled, "He'll be a French
maid - you know, apron and all - except Freddie's just accidentally
gonna forget to put on his panties."
"OOOO - when he bends over to set down the drinks!" swooned a twelve
year old friend of Allison's. "I wish I could train my little brother
just the way Allison and Barbara have." she sighed. "Jenny would you
like to observe and assist in training Bart when he comes this summer?
He just turned seventeen and I'm sure the humiliation and degradation
of having to obey and please a pre-teen would do my sister son
considerable good." offered Samantha, our next door neighbor. "It's
always a pleasure to help someone so young on the road to Female
Supremacy."
*** THE WEDDING NIGHT ***
Our guests departed quickly, knowing what was to soon happen. Having
kissed Pamela good-bye at the front door. Lu stepped out of our
bedroom and motioned for me to come in. Freddie was on his back, on
the bed. She had taken off his robe, and he was naked except for the
retainer. How nice to see a man like this, without having to see his
ugly penis or worry about his filthy erections. The retainer was
lovely. I smiled faintly at him causing him to blush. He demurely
lowered his eyes.
Lu chucked and said,. "Marcia, honey, Freddie and I have been talking
about the relationship of all three of us, and I've explained how you
and I feel about each other." She comes to me and we embrace and
kiss. We pet for a few minutes as Freddie looked on. We both look
down on our newest toy. Lu then continues,"Freddie and I have
discussed the obeying part of the marriage vows, and he understands
that they include you Marcia. We thought on this, our wedding night,
it would be most appropriate for you to be in here for the
consummation. Didn't, we Freddie?"
With tears beginning now to trickle from his closed eyes, he nodded
his assent. Lu and I exchanged satisfied smiles as I sat down in a
chair and lit up a cigarette. Pour yourself a glass of champagne," Lu
said as she smiled and reached behind her to unbutton and zip down the
lovely red, slit-to-the- thigh, clingy chemise. Off came the garment
to reveal the small but lovely pink tipped breasts she loved for me to
fondle and suck. She locked her green eyes on mine to get my
reaction. Again we smiled at each other as I read her silently
shaped, "Later Baby" on her lovely mouth. She slid the chemise off
over her hips and down past the matching red, lace, tied- on-the-side
string bikini panties. She left on her garter belt and hose. Again
her eyes locked on mine, she slowly began fondling her breast. I
smiled and blew her a kiss. She threw back her blond hair, laughing,
and turned to Freddie. Despite his training, I could see the lust in
his eyes. He was staring at her nakedness with rape in his mind. I
made a mental note to punish him later for this obvious non-
submissive attitude.
Lu now lay down on her side next to him and offered him her left
nipple. She didn't say a word as he timidly took the erect nipple in
his mouth and began to suck. "Look into my eyes when you do that,"
she told him. When he started to touch her breast, she commanded
sternly, "Don't you dare touch my breast with your hands! Do you
understand, Freddie?"
Softly almost pathetically he whimpered, "Yes, Lu." She lovingly, yet
passively, watched him nurse at her nipple, then told him to stop as
she bent over and kissed him and began fondling his own nipples with
her left hand. The she told him how much she loved him and how she
knew just how to deal with a baby such as him. Lu was experienced.
In her twenty-seven she'd had plenty of boys, and always on her terms.
We both knew exactly how to train and control a male - and certainly
this young twenty-year-old virgin.
Now she was tonguing his ear and caressing his stomach, moving her
hand down toward his crotch. Almost idly her fingertips went under
the little, fan- shaped, lacy shield, where Freddie's pubic hair had
been. He squirmed his hips about and I giggled. Lu flipped the
shield back, and as she Frenched his mouth her fingers toyed with the
little silver plate on his wedding ring. The she raised up on her
right arm to inspect it more closely.
"Lu's," She smiled at him. "Do you know what that means, Freddie?
That means you're mine to do with as I please - for my personal
enjoyment - and for Marcia's, here, and for any other of our lady
friends we choose. Do you understand?" Sobbing softly he managed to
submissively say "Yes Lu."
Lu order him to roll over and she closely inspected his little pink
penis head that poked so invitingly out of his crack, just below his
butt hole. Lu began to gently and daintily roll the head of his cock
between her thumb and forefinger as she purred down close to his ear,
"OOOOOO, Freddie, what a cute little penis you have. Does it excite
you for Lu to play with it like this?" "Yes Lu." he mumbled.
"And OOOOOH, Freddie, I'll bet what I've been doing to you is getting
you horny, isn't it my little man?" "Yes," he sobbed out again.
"Have you ever played with yourself before your mother put you in
retainers?" When he didn't answer, Lu winked at me and ordered him to
turn over. "Well, Freddie, have you ever played with yourself? Did
you masturbate when you were little? Did you jack-off?" He closed
his eyes tightly, sucked in his breath and sheepishly nodded his head
up and down. "Why, Freddie, I'm ashamed of you! Did you hear that,
Marcia? Well, young man, you won't ever do it again, unless I say you
can. Do you understand?' She slapped him and he sobbed gently.
"Open your eyes and look at me Freddie," she softly commanded. She
held his stare a long time, the reached down and began gently fondling
his penis through the retainer, still keeping his eyes locked on hers.
"Your little sister Allison, told me she and Barbara caught you
masturbating while looking at a magazine last year while you weren't
wearing your retainer. Is that right?" Closing his eyes again he
nodded yes. Lu threw me a wink. "Were you looking at girls, Freddie?
Nude girls?" Beginning to choke back his sob's he again nodded. Lu
continued to massage him as she said, "Why, Freddie, I'm ashamed of
you. Aren't you, Marcia?' "Yup. I surely am," I said with mock
seriousness as I blew a ring of smoke toward the ceiling.
Now Lu was kneeling next to him, fondling his now erect penis with her
left hand and playing with his nipples with the other. Then suddenly
she stopped and commanded "Now you stop that, Freddie! I will not
tolerate you getting hard!" She slapped his crotch very hard the she
slapped his face. Curling up in a ball and turning his back to us he
began to cry.
Lu came over to the chair next to mine, sat down, took a long drink,
and silently stared at her sobbing husband on the bed. She lit up a
cigarette and smoked - never saying a word. Winking at me, she said
"Come over here, Freddie." He slowly got off the bed and came and
stood before her.
With a glass of champagne in one hand and a cigarette in the other,
she slouched a bit forward so her lovely bottom was right on the edge
of the chair. She looked up at him, pulled her panties' side string,
allowing the front panel to fall open. Spreading her legs a bit her
moisten vagina was now plainly visible. Just the sight of her pussy
made my mouth water. Her cunt honey taste so sweet, we spent many
nights locked in the sixty-nine position, pleasing each other to
exhaustion. Reaching down Lu spread herself open and lightly touch
her erect clitors as she spoke. "Did your mother and sisters teach
you anything about how to please a woman?"
Hanging his head Freddie submissively replied "Yes, Lu." "Do you like
to eat pussy, Freddie?" Nodding his head Yes Lu looked over at me and
smiled and said "Well, don't you understand that's what I want you to
do right now. Get down and eat me until I tell you to stop."
Glancing nervously at me he obediently, took his seat on the floor
between his wife's long legs, sliding his legs under the chair and
clasping his hands behind him. "Begin," she commanded. "And,
Freddie, you are to look up into my face, unless I instruct you
otherwise. And you are never to touch me with your hands." Then, as
his head began bobbing up and down, his mouth working on Lu, she and I
casually talked of styles, our work and other trivial things. After a
few minutes she ordered him to stop. "That's enough for now. You're
not bad as a pussy-eater, Freddie, but you're going to need a lot of
practice to please both Marcia, me, and our friends who will come
over. Here, wipe your face off; you're so messy when you eat,
Freddie." Chucking I moved over to kiss Lu deeply as I caress her
titties and pinched her erect nipples.
"Now, on your back; on the floor - with you hands under you," Lu
ordered. When he was in position Lu got up saying "That's a good
boy!" She went over and stood over him, one foot on either side, and
look down at him. "Freddie, I'm really disappointed in you, You
really didn't excite me much with you lips and tongue while eating my
pussy -- - so now I'm going to fuck you nose. Ever have a girl sit on
your face, Freddie?" Tears ran off his cheeks as he shook his head
side to side indicating no and closed his eyes. "Well, that big nose
of yours must be good for something."
Slowly and enticingly she sat down on his chest, tapping his nose with
her finger she command "look at me Freddie." Then she inched her way
forward - looking into his tear filled eyes the whole time - until her
vagina was just at his chin. "Don't you think I have a pretty pussy,
Freddie?" she whispered sexily.
"Oh! Yes! Lu, you do," he exclaimed. Lu and I both laughed. Then
she knelt on her left knee and stretched her right leg out past his
head, her heel on the floor. She then slowly lowered down, and
enclosed his nose with her vaginal lips. She deliberately began
fucking his face, back and forth, back and forth, in a remarkable
short time. she climaxed. She came in a shuddering, rushing torrent
of passion. I guess the excitement of knowing she now possessed a
boy-toy turned her on. I know that my own pussy was dripping it
juices and I could hardly wait to get at him. Once her breathing
returned to normal, she pulled back, looked down at him, patted his
cheek, and swung off, to resume her seat on the chair. Settling back
she lit up and pitched him her panties telling him to clean his face.
We watched as he rubbed the silken panties over his face. Still
sniffing the panties Lu order him to kneel as she commented "Well,
Freddie you nose is warmer that our favorite dildo but maybe Marcia
and I will enjoy sitting on your face occasionally." Turning to me
she says "It felt like he was trying to pump my pussy full of air when
he sneezed. I guess some of my cunt cream got in his big nose."
Lu handed him a glass of champagne and had him drink it quickly. It
contained a special stimulant that she and I had discovered while
doing research. It heightened you feeling but at the same time it was
a relaxant that free your body of all tension. After a few minutes
while the drug took effect she stood and ordered him to lean over the
back of the chair.
I went to our toy chest and got the new dildo we had purchased for
this special occasion. It was a monster, fourteen inches long and
about four inches in diameter. I began to strap in on her adjusting
the harness and the dildo until I had the specially attached vibrator
directly over her clit. Standing beside her I grasp the fake cock as
I watched as she undid his retainer and slid it down his legs to mid
thigh. Leaning over his back she began whispering sweet nothings in
his ear as her right hand began fondling his bottom. I held the
lubricant and she took a dab of it and began working it around and
then in this rectum. We knew from this mother that he was a virgin so
Lu took it slow and easy. He hadn't seen the dildo, so I'm sure as Lu
spread his buttocks cheeks and began inching he head of the dildo into
Freddie, he thought it was her finger. The drug had worked fine -it
was enough to make him loose, but not enough to inhibit his awareness
that his new bride and wife was actually going to fuck his ass - and
in the presence of her best friend.
Lu wanted this ultimate humiliation to be remembered and understood by
him as the complete consummation of their marriage and his wife's
dominance over him. And believe me, it was! He screamed both from
the pain of penetration but also from the realization that I was
witnessing his true place in this relationship.
As soon as I'd gotten the pictures, that we had planned for, Lu pulled
out and told the now crying Freddie to turn around and face her. He
saw his wife, with me caressing her breast and licking her erect
nipples, the dildo extending from her pretty pussy, the straps passing
around behind her bottom. "Freddie," she said, "on this, your wedding
night, you have now been properly fucked by your wife and later when
Marcia and I return you will be fucked by her. You belong to us and
no one else. You have a luscious little bottom which we both will
enjoy and with time you will learn all the little things that please
us. Now, ask Marcia to fasten your retainer back in place and go to
sleep at your rightful place at the foot of our bed.
Freddie picked up the retainer and stood before me with head bowed as
he sobbed uncontrollably. Holding the retainer as he stepped into it
I said "Tomorrow you mother is bring over a duplicated key for me
along with all your other retainers and a diary of your training up
until tonight. Allison told me at the reception that she had planned
to start your initial training as a Toilet Slave next month, she said
your mom was receptive to the idea. Maybe I'll invite her over and
she and I will train you together. Lu and I both want to get her into
bed. Does her little pussy taste sweet, Freddie?" Handing me the
key, I locked the retainer as Freddie crumpled to the floor crying his
eyes out. Kissing Lu once again I say "Honey I think we had better
leave the poor boy alone to sort out things." Wrapping my arm around
Lu we left the room. The best of Female Supremacy was just beginning
for us. Really what they are - Laura is going to move into your
apartment in the near future. I know that your wife is quite fond of
you but has lost any real sexual interest. She and Laura will be the
primary relationship in your household. In our conversations, she
insisted that if you wish to remain with her you may, but only in a
completely different role."
"A different role?" asked Don. "What kind of role?"
Mrs. Barron again rose and came to the side of Don's chair.
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***From FEMINET
The sun crept along the rug, up the side of the bed, and into my
eyes. I considered getting up and moving the shade to block out the
sun and return to sleep but then I remembered; this is Friday!
Smiling, with a certain sense of warm well being, I moved my hand
up to my chest, turned my palm upward and let the warm fluid weight of
my breast fill my cupped hand. My thumb, just in the right place,
encircled my nipple and a tiny wet drop beaded up from deep within and
my nipples grew stiff. I loved the feeling of my hard nipple as it
rubbed from one side of my thumb to another as I played with it's
stiffness. Knees pressed together, my legs began to move against each
other to the rhythm of my thumb's caress. My toes began to curl.
Following down the curve of my breast, the small undulations of my rib
cage, the curve of my hip; my fingers, then, found their way
underneath the lace of my panties and dividing my protecting lips dove
into the confirmation of my femininity. Yes, I thought to myself,
Today is Friday.
Pulling the sheets back and away, I swung my feet over the side of
the bed and let them fall towards the floor. On any other day they
would land solidly on the carpeted floor, but on Fridays the height of
the bed would only allow me to brush the floor with my toe. I scooted
off the bed and slid into my slippers. I stopped. Smiled. The
Friday size 7 1/2 foot doesn't quite fill my normal size 12 slipper.
Walking right out of them, I went to the closet, got the right sized
ones, put them on and tied the dainty white ribbon to make them snug.
Most of the week I am big and tall, the kind of bigness that allows me
to walk in a crowded mall and have people naturally get out of my way.
Fridays; Well, Fridays are my petite days. On Fridays I just clear
five foot four, five foot six and a half in heels. I like being both
sizes!
I padded into the bathroom, turned on the shower; pulled my
nightgown off over my long shining black hair, kicked off my slippers
and panties and escaped the cold by plunging into the warm spray of
the shower.
The warmth and the steam made me drowsy all over again and I
thought back to the other Fridays of femininity. I was born on a
Friday night and was pronounced by the doctor a brand new baby girl.
My parents were pleased and I, well I just cried. The next day, I am
told, when the nurse went and changed my diapers there was no girl in
those diapers, but a bouncing baby boy. "Doctors!" the nurse
exclaimed, "You would think they could keep the babies they deliver
straight." She changed the paperwork so that everything was right.
My parents were a little confused, but I still looked the same except
for the plumbing. Fingerprints were matched just to make sure, but I
didn't care.
Coming out of my reverie, I lifted my breast and washed in the fold
between my breast and my chest and then lifted the other. I soaped up
my hands and carefully washed the soft folds of skin around my vagina.
There is such a thin line between washing carefully and masturbation,
not that I worry about it much. Meanwhile I slipped back into my
musing.
This twice blessed life hadn't proved to be too difficult until my
breasts began to develop and puberty struck. The differences in
stature were in fact the opposite before puberty. On Fridays, because
girls grow and mature faster than boys, I was bigger and smarter than
most of the boys and I took that advantage to take them on, so I
wasn't one of the picked on ones. The size and shape differences were
subtle back then. Puberty was another matter. For six days I had to
learn about dealing with the ever present erections that plague every
immature young man. Then on Fridays it would be the two tight tee
shirts to hold in and flatten my developing breasts. I still remember
a friend who found our gang's first Playboy magazine and all of us
marveled at the beauty we saw and the effect that it had on our
penises; grown so hard and so firm. My sexual orientation was
verified forever, I surmise, by Miss March of 1972! I wondered, when
I was younger, whether I would ever be attracted to boys on Fridays,
but that never happened. Men never attracted me; it was the female
form that was wonderful and sensual and caused my hormonal juices to
flow. I suspect, though, that I was the only one of that group
staring at the big breasted Miss March who wondered how I was going to
conceal that kind of chest under tee shirts!
Later on I didn't go to regular school on Fridays, but went to a
different school instead. One where I was known as a girl and had
close giggly girlish friendships. I learned about makeup, what
clothing was in and which were out. One year our group went bra-less
as our statement and support for women's rights. The school was a
good choice by my parents and it allowed me to develop with caring
friends that feminine part of my personality. I was obviously two
people on the outside although clearly one inside. I don't know how
the mechanism worked; how my body knew it was Friday, nor did I really
care. All I knew was that when I woke up on Friday mornings on the
outside I was female and the other days I was male. Inside I was
always both masculine and feminine and they complemented each other
beautifully.
I turned off the shower and carefully dried myself off. Friday
morning bathing always took longer than the other days. I liked to
watch myself in the mirror as I dried my body. My breasts would swing
with every movement. Sometimes I would wiggle my chest just to watch
them bob and weave in a synchronized dance. Flipping my hair over my
head and leaning over, I carefully brushed and air dried my hair.
Finishing up by swooping my head up and back, my hair flew back up
away from my face and settled softly, caressing my shoulders.
Drying off, I went back to my bedroom and got out my clothes. I
slipped my arms through the straps of my brassiere and leaned forward
so my breasts flowed into the cups then leaned back and clasped the
hooks in back and adjusting the straps so that they would lie flat.
Fridays were the only days that I could wear my irresistible string
bikini panties, other days my maleness just slipped out one side or
another, but today, as I pulled them up, they just settled into place
covering my genitals and my public hair, but not much else. A few
curls of pubic hair showed outside of the flat lace triangle so I
tucked them back underneath the scallops of lace.
My teddie had slipped from the bed onto the floor so I picked it up
with my toes and with a little flick caught it on the fly. In the
process of alternating back and forth between wardrobes, there were
some articles of clothing that I began to wear every day once I no
longer had to strip to take showers in high school and college gym.
Teddies and panties were two examples, they were soft and very
comfortable, pretty and satisfying. Why men won't accept the comfort
and feel of silky fabrics is still a mystery to me. I stepped into
the teddie; pulled it up my legs, over my breasts and aligned the
straps with the straps of my bra. Hearing the phone ring, I grabbed
an old soft male sports shirt, put it on, and its tail brushed the
back of the inside of my knees as I walked into my den which served as
my Friday offie.
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***From FEMINET
REDISCOVERING A FRIEND
It was a Wednesday night and for more than a week I had been
planning to meet with an old high school friend and his wife for
dinner. I had seen my friend several times in the last year since
he moved back to Los Angeles but had met his wife only once. I
would really have preferred to meet with him alone, maybe for a
drink or two after work. But it was their invitation to go out to
dinner and I agreed with only superficial interest.
I met them on time at a small restaurant on Sunset Boulevard and
there was only a short wait to get a booth. I had forgotten how
pretty his wife was; and had also previously overlooked the masculine
attractiveness of my friend. As we stood at the bar I
surreptitiously surveyed his body, wondering why I had not before
appreciated his physical appearance in the years that I had known
him. Tonight he was dressed in loose white pants that became tight
around his ass and waist. He wore a contrasting dark blue shirt
with short sleeves rolled up to expose his well developed biceps.
He had two buttons open at the neck and a mesh of dark blond hair
from his chest protruded, overlapping slightly to the front of his
shirt.
Once we were seated at our booth, the conversation turned from old
times to the current. He had been married five years and they had
just moved into a new luxury apartment in the Hollywood Hills, not
too far from the restaurant. Although they had always planned to
have children they had been putting it off for reasons that weren't
discussed. I continued to observe my friend and couldn't understand
why I had not been physically attracted to him in the past. He
noticed the special attention I was directing toward him and
occasionally would smile at me, a beautiful smile with bright eyes
and white teeth. His beautiful tan seemed to glow in the subdued
light in the restaurant.
When the conversation turned to me, I suddenly found myself
privately embarrassed because I had really not been paying attention
while they were talking. Finally I gave a brief synopsis of my
current job and congratulated them on their new apartment. The
conversation lapsed while I struggled for something more to say. I
suddenly felt like a stranger in the midst of this couple and
searched my mind for something relevant to offer about my life. We
ordered more cocktails.
After a brief period of thought I decided I would reveal to them
that I was gay; more as an exchange of information about me than as
an act of coming out. And, after all, we were nowadays just casual
friends and if it didn't sit well with them the situation would not
be too uncomfortable. They seemed to sense that I had more to say
and I privately rehearsed in my mind how I would open the subject.
Finally, I simply said that I had something I wanted to tell them
that might or might not be a surprise. And I did tell them...and
added that this was not a new feature about me but that I had been
gay my whole life, even years ago when my friend and I were
constantly together.
They nodded, almost in unison, but I couldn't tell from their
expressions what was really in their minds. I figured they would
talk more about it with each other after we parted. The subject
changed and shortly thereafter our dinners arrived. We spoke very
little while we ate and I wondered if I had done the right thing by
telling them about the "real me." Would this be the last time I was
to see my friend? Were they anxious to finish dinner and be gone?
I didn't know, but somehow I wanted to talk a little more to find
out what they were really thinking.
So I suggested that we have after dinner drinks. They glanced at
each other a moment. It was a very long moment for me and I again
felt like a stranger in their presence. My friend said no to the
drinks but then paused and asked if I would like to come and see
their new apartment...that it wasn't far away and they would enjoy
having me see it. I quickly accepted, still wanting to discover how
my "secret" had impacted them...
As we left the restaurant, I again asked myself how I could have
overlooked the gorgeous features of my friend. Had he changed in
the years since we were close? Or had I changed in my view of him?
I could understand how he found such a beautiful wife. Little did
he know that it was his beauty that attracted me!
We got in our separate cars and wound through the hills until
reaching a dead end. We parked and walked into their dark
apartment. They turned on some low lights and music and opened the
curtains which revealed a breath taking view of the city. I was
offered a drink and accepted. We sat on a low curved sofa, the two
of them together at one end, me at the other. I search for ways to
re open the conversation that was left dangling at the restaurant.
We sipped our drinks and they promised to show me around their
apartment after we finished. It was a beautiful split-level design
and his wife had decorated it beautifully. I was a little jealous.
My friend talked for a moment about how he and his wife had liked
the dinner. Then suddenly changed the conversation to a theme I
couldn't figure out at first. He talked about how their marriage
had changed in recent years. And that they were both still very
much in love but also how they had developed a new degree of honesty
in their relationship. There was a pause. And he added that they
both had become interested in exploring new sexual interests. In
particular, his wife had wanted a three way experience involving
himself and another man. But they had never done it.
I glanced at his wife and she smiled prettily, appearing to have no
discomfort with the conversation. I glanced back to my friend and
he appeared a little nervous with having divulged the secret. He
twisted his drink in his hand and looked at me expectantly. I was
nervous too and wondered if this was an approach to me or just an
exchange of confidential information as I had done at dinner. I was
aroused by the conversation and searched for a comment that would
lead the conversation to a proposal. But his wife was next to
speak.
She spoke quietly but directly to me. She said that maybe it would
be a one-time experience but that she wanted to live her fantasy, at
least once. She asked if I would like to join them in the
experience? I looked at them both as they awaited my answer. Then
without hesitation I said yes. None of us spoke or moved for a
minute or two. Then, without warning, his wife offered to conduct
the promised tour of the apartment.
We walked slowly from room-to-room carrying our drinks with us. The
apartment was beautiful. The bedroom was the last room we arrived
in and she opened the curtains revealing the same striking view of
the city. The city lights placed a glow throughout the room. In
the center was a kingsize bed with a rich-looking spread. We moved
away from the window together and stopped midway to the door. His
wife put her hand on my side and as i turned to look at her she
moved close to me and kissed my gently on the lips. I struggled to
appear unaffected and when it was over I turned to look at my
friend. His beautiful smile was beaming at me though I couldn't
tell whether he was happy for his wife or happy about what was
happening.
As i turned back his wife satdown on the bed and began to undress.
We both just stood and watched her delicately and purposely remove
her clothes in our presence. I glanced again at my friend and his
smile had been replaced with a mischievous look on his face. She
undressed completely and revealed a beautiful body completely tanned
with a rich brown hue. She lifted herself onto the bed and laid
back with her head on the giant pillows. My friend and I stood
still in our places. I wasn't sure if i should make the next move
or should I wait for him initiate it?
I decided to act. Facing my friend I slowly began to unbutton my
shirt and pulled the shirttail from my pants. I removed it and
placed it carefully on a chair. I then reached down and pulled each
of my shoes off removing my socks and placed them under the chair.
As I stood with only my pants, I saw my friend's hardon showing
through his bright white pants. He still stood motionless...his
beautiful outline silhouetted by the city lights from the window. I
was a little afraid but I moved closer to him and reached up
touching his shoulder. I then moved my hand to the top button on
his shirt and slowly undid it. He smiled slightly at me but didn't
otherwise move. I unbuttoned the rest of the shirt and pulled the
tails from his pants. The soft blond fur on his chest glistened in
the subdued light.
I turned back to face his wife on the bed and she lay motionless but
with her eyes fixed on the two of us and a peaceful, gentle, smile
on her face. Figuring we were all committed at this point, i made
no hesitation and unbuckled my pants; removing my briefs in one
motion as I pulled them over my feet. As I turned back to my friend
he was now unbuckling his pants and removed his shoes and pants as I
had done. Now we were all naked in the dimly lit room. Feeling
courageous, I reached to my friend and softly ran my fingers through
the golden fleece on his chest. Why had I not noticed his beauty
before?
His hardon projected proudly from his waist and his well tanned body
was firm and solid. His ass curved beautifully as he stood up
straight with his arms at his sides. With two hands I ran my
fingers down his body pausing briefly at his waist. Bending my
knees I continued with my hands down over the hard muscles on his
legs. His giant hardon pulsed as his heart beat strongly with
excitement. I placed my knees on the floor, his groin only inches
in front of my face. A fleeting thought made me want to glance
upward to confirm approval but I stared straight ahead. My back was
now toward his wife but I was sure her eyes were fixed on the two of
us. I leaned forward and slowly moved toward the giant cock that
was just inches in front of my face.
But I moved past it, the cock smoothly sliding against the left
cheek, and gently pushed my face into the deep fur that surrounded
it. I inhaled deeply of the uniquely masculine scent that emanated
from his pubic hair. He didn't move. With my hands I reached
behind him, caressing his ass, and pulled him forcefully against my
face. My lips parted and with my tongue I began to explore the base
of the hard shaft that throbbed against my face. Licking slowly and
carefully at first, I soon began to explore downward to his large
balls...licking with purpose and intent now. He thrust his hips
forward every so slightly and I crouched a little to get underneath
his balls to lick them completely. I continued until every spot on
his globes had been thoroughly absorbed by my tongue. His hips
continued to move further forward as he was impacted by the intense
attention I was giving him.
I had lost all thought about his wife on the bed. As I worked
faster and faster his giant dick began to swell with urgency. I
licked along the underside of his cock, getting ever so close to the
engorged head that slid against my face. My tongue made circular
motions around the hard shaft that was before me, now thrust far
forward by the eager recipient of the act. Reaching up with my
right hand, and still holding him against me with my left hand
behind him on his ass, I opened my mouth and took his huge member
into it...breathing deeply of the strong smell of sex that exuded
from his body. I could tell he was close to shooting in my mouth so
I slowed my actions to preserve that moment for later. But he
suddenly changed moods and put both hands on my head, gently and
slowly moving me away from him. I looked up, still on my knees, and
he was transfixed on his wife, still lying naked on the bed. Now
moving, he took two steps toward her and got onto the bed. With the
same motion he lay partially on top of her, kissing her deeply as
their bodies contacted.
I got to my feet and stood motionless watching them. With his hand
his fondled her tits as they continued to kiss. I don't know how
long it was but after a while he moved his beautiful legs to
straddle her body. Leaning forward he guided his cock into her
pussy and paused as she reached for breath with the giant dick
inside her. Ever so slowly he began a rhythmic motion thrusting his
cock inside her pussy. She brought her knees up to deepen the
experience, their arms wrapped around each other as they fucked.
The city light coming from the window made the soft carpet of fur on
his body glow as if an aura surrounded him...his round ass moving up
and down in synchronous with his thrusts deep into her body. once
again, i felt like a stranger, a voyeur, alone in the presence of
this couple lost into sex.
But this was a "three-way" yet to be experienced. I watched.
Wishing his huge cock was penetrating me instead of his beautiful
wife. His strong body pulsated with motion as he fucked her with
greater and greater intensity continuing to experience the lust as
they spread their legs wide very
wide apart, together, keeping them totally in contact. Their arms
reached out together, fingers entwined, and they laid together
maximally extended, still pushing in rhythm to each other. I had
never had sex with a girl but watching them made me want to somehow
be a part of it. And my friend's beautiful body was spread openly
before me....an experience I had never thought of seeing and now it
was just an arms reach away.
I wondered if they had forgotten my presence, lost in their ecstasy.
I had no concept of time...I was just there and they were just
there...he was there!
But this was going to be a three way. Should I join them in some
way? Should I quietly sneak out of the house so they wouldn't be
bothered with me?
I wasn't sure what I should do next. Did they just want me to watch
as they became more and more involved in their sex? Would they
pause and invite me to join them? My heart pounded inside my chest
and my hardon strained for relief. I had to do something!
I moved toward the bed, watching their entwined bodies move in
concert. Cautiously, I got on the bed on two knees, positioning
myself between their widespread legs. Reaching forward I placed
both my hands on the legs of my friend. His leg muscles were tight
with his effort as he fucked his wife rhythmically. Slowly I
massaged his legs, his blond hair running between my fingers. I
watched carefully, expecting them to hesitate at this intrusion into
their act. But they continued with constant motion.
I moved my hands up to my friend's ass, cuddling his firm buns. My
hands and body began to join their rhythm. The sweet smell of sex
pervaded the scene and my friend's body was warm and misted with a
light layer of sweat. As he fucked her I fondled his ass, squeezing
in synchronous with his thrusts into her body. My two thumbs
extended into his crack, separating his buns each time he thrust
into his wife. I felt invisible as they made no notice of my
increasing participation. His beautiful round ass consumed my
attention with his soft blond fur extending from his legs into his
crack. I could see his large dick disappearing into her pussy each
time impelled his body against her. The pace was gradually
increasing and the intensity of their act accelerated. I wanted to
be closer to their ecstasy.
Still between their legs, I bent forward on my knees, my face
approaching his gorgeous ass. Now lying on my stomach my face
descended to his crack, his vibrating buttocks moving up and down
just an inch before my face. I moved even closer, feeling the soft
hair of his crack against by cheeks. Instinctively, I extended my
tongue and reached into his crack as it moved forcefully and gently
while he fucked. His salty sweat invaded my mouth and the smell of
his groin excited me. Carefully I licked his curved buns along the
full extent of his crack, driving my tongue deeper into his crack
with each movement. My hands spread his ass wider as I licked and
quickly I found his tight asshole with my two probing thumbs. His
balls periodically contacted my chin as I licked deeper into his
sweet ass, massaging his asshole with my warm tongue while I opened
it gently with my two thumbs.
I pulled my body even closer to the couple, my face now buried deep
into my friend's ass. As they continued fucking I began to lick
down to the region between his asshole and balls. His masculine
scent made me want even more of his firm body and I took his balls
into my mouth, my lips brushing against her pussy as his cock probed
deep inside her. As I sucked on his globes his ass rose higher into
the air, inviting me into their sex act. The fur between his legs
surrounded my face, brushing my cheeks as he continued fucking. The
pace quickened and he begin thrusting with ever increasing stroke,
his giant cock head escaped her pussy ever so slightly as he forced
his rod in and out of her body. I wanted even more and began
licking his shaft as it appeared from here body with each stroke and
my face was wedged between them as he drove his body against her
with each push.
With my tongue I joined him while he penetrated her, licking her
pussy lips while his cock invaded her body, his balls slapping my
face as I savored his shaft with my mouth. My tongue extended into
her pussy and she squeezed it as his cock continued to drive deep
inside her, my tongue drug deeper into her as he fucked. The musk
from his body pervaded by senses as together we intruded into her
body, his cock and my tongue pushing together as she tightened her
pussy around the two of us. With my left hand I continued to probe
his asshole, now lubricated by the spit exuded from my licking. His
body was arched giving me full access into their sex and his legs
closed around my face, urging me for more.
His cock was engorged with his excitement and he pushed harder and
harder against the two of us. His cockhead swelled as it withdrew
on each stroke. Without warning his cum shot out covering my face
and tongue with sweet warm fluid. She squeezed violently as the hot
jism exploded and I sucked to consume the slippery expulsion. He
stopped, withdrawing his cock, and I took it into my mouth as his
final squirts shot into my throat. He was breathing heavily and I
sucked intently as his body rose above her. He fucked my mouth as I
lay with my head against her pussy, my hands cupping his ass and
pulling him hard against my face, trapped between their two bodies.
My friend rose to his knees, panting silently from his workout.
Before my face hung the huge cock and balls that had just shot
thick, creamy cum into my mouth. As he moved away from me I licked
the last drops of his manhood from my lips, holding it on my tongue
to savor the taste. He was exhausted and moved to the other side of
the bed, lying on his back as he breathed heavily.
I sat up and moved away from his wife, turning to sit opposite with
her, my legs extending toward her. Resting for a moment, I surveyed
her body noting it's smooth beauty. My cock was still erect and
stood straight up like a flagpole as I sat facing her. She looked
at me with the same calm smile on her face she had before. With one
quiet motion, she rose and got to her knees on the bed, sitting just
in front of me. She maneuvered her body forward, standing on her
knees directly over my hard cock. I wondered if this was about to
be my first experience fucking a woman. My mind flashed back to my
friend's had cock driving it's way into her pussy with neverending
thrusts. Could I do it too?
She reached down with her two hands and caressed my cock, smoothing
the pre-cum over the head with her soft fingers. My dick throbbed
with excitement and she lowered her body, massaging her pussy lips
with the head of my cock, tantalizing me. I thought I might cum
right there and I clenched my muscles to hold it back. Her body
descended slowly and I saw the head of my cock disappear into her
pussy, her body warmth suddenly flowing into me as it penetrated.
My cock slid easily into her, with her pussy still lubricated by my
friend's slippery cum from his orgasm just moments before.
She continued descending, my cock now fully inserted into her pussy,
her muscles tightened around it as she began a rhythmic motion
moving her body up and down, my cock sliding along her canal while
firmly gripped by her pussy muscles. It was an experience I had not
prepared for...was sex with a woman really this simple? My friend
was silent on the other side of the bed, watching without expression
as his wife pursued this new man on their bed. I could feel my
cockhead expanding as she worked up and down in her private
experience of sex with another man. She looked directly into my
eyes, still smiling as she fucked...her smooth ass contacting my
legs on each downstroke.
I laid back slowly as she sat over my body, sucking my dick into her
with firm muscle squeezed each time she moved up and down. Her tits
vibrated as she worked her body muscles in pace with her fucking.
I glanced back to my friend. He was watching intently, with the
mischievous smile I had seen once before on his face. His cock was
erect again and he j/o'd slowly as his wife rode my dick. A sudden
impulse hit him and he got to his knees, moving behind his wife
while she fucked. He straddled my legs just behind her, his big
cock moving between her ass crack as she continued fucking my dick
with constant motion. He reached around her with both arms and
embraced her stomach from behind her, pulling himself against her.
I could feel the head of his cock probing against my balls as he
pushed in synchronous with her motions.
Ever so slowly, I felt him forcing his cock into her pussy to join
mine in the warm cave. She slowed her pace, taking deep breaths as
she leaned slightly forward to admit the second cock into her. I
felt my friend's dick enter and slide tightly along mine as it
probed into his wife. The smile was gone from here face now,
replaced with a serious, nearly desperate, expression. Once again
she began her up and down rhythm, now slower as the two cocks
extended their full length into her. From my vantage point I could
see both dicks, engulfed by her pussy, sliding in and out their full
lengths as she was fucked by both of us.
Her pussy muscles squeezed tighter and tighter on the two of us. My
dick was hard as a rock, sliding together with my friend's. I
looked at them both and recognized the climax that was just seconds
away. I thrust my hips upward, forcing my cock deep into her and
hard against my friend's dick as we both shot cum loads inside her
pussy. The sudden slippery expulsion inside her caused her pussy to
grab both our dicks firmly. She whimpered quietly as her orgasm
followed, riding our dicks with a driving need, forcing our cocks as
deeply into her as possible.
We stopped together, out of breath, my friend releasing his hold on
her body. Slowly she rose, cautiously allowing our cocks to
withdraw from her in unison. She leaned back against the large
pillows, panting slightly from the experience. Her knees raised and
I could see our combined cum oozing slightly from her pussy,
surrounded by her dark pubic hair. My friend moved around and
quickly buried his face in her crotch, licking our cum from her
pussy as she wrapped her legs around his head. He worked intently,
his tongue darting into the pussy where our two cocks had worked.
He was on his knees, his ass just before my face. I reached forward
with my tongue and licked his crack while he suck our cum out of her
pussy. His masculine scent pervaded my nose and my tongue shot deep
into his ass, rimming his hole while he ate his wife's cunt.
The action slowed, then stopped. My friend lifted himself free from
the grip of his wife's legs. He sat up on his knees, looked at me
with a smile. His wife rested peacefully on the pillows, her eyes
closed. "Would you like another drink?" he asked. I nodded, rising
up from where I was lying. Our two cocks softened as we got off the
bed. From the bathroom he threw me a towel which I wrapped around
myself and we headed for the living room. His round ass was
outlined by his towel as he walked ahead of me and I once again
licked my lips, remembering the rim job I had just given him.
I sat at one end of the the large sofa while he made drinks in the
kitchen. As he returned to the living room, I expected my friend to
sit opposite me at the other end of the sofa, but instead he sat
down next to me. He smiled slightly as he began to speak.
"My wife has been wanting something like this for a long time" he
said. "It's really her thing but I guess I don't mind as long as
she's getting what she wants."
I could tell the mood had changed. My friend had returned to his
normal macho role and I suspected he felt a little strange
entertaining me after the experience we had just had. I figured I
would finish my drink and call it a night, leaving him to resolve
the matter alone. I didn't speak but continued to survey his body,
wondering how I could have overlooked his masculine beauty until
now.
His body was tan and a blond fur that covered him was still
damp from the workout we had just experienced. He sat quietly next
to me, leaning forward on the sofa, deep in thought.
I repositioned my self, leaning back and placing my arm along the
back of the sofa behind him but not contacting his body. He made no
movement, appearing not to notice my advance. Quietly he began to
speak again. He explained that for a year or more his wife had
urged him to experiment sexually. But this was the first time they
had ever involved another person in their private sex.
He glanced at me, looking for a response from my eyes. I smiled and
his eyes lit up, accepting my tacit approval. His smile was
beautiful on his boyish face with his blond bangs loosely draped on
his forehead. I decided I would not drink too fast, wanting to
linger while I discovered this new aspect of my friend.
He moved slightly as we sat, leaning back against my arm, releasing
his tension, the blond hair on his leg brushing against mine as if
by accident. His eyes were closed as we sat resting in the dimly
lit room. He was beautiful, peaceful, lost in his thoughts, the
warmth from his body radiating to me as we sat together.
I wanted more of him but didn't know how much he would accept. He
now knew I was gay, and was seemingly unaffected by the knowledge.
After all, he could have sat at the other end of the sofa as he had
done with his wife before. Did he want more of me too? I had to
find out.
I moved my arm forward placing it gently around him, my hand resting
on the soft fur of his chest. He didn't move, keeping his eyes
closed. Cautiously I reached around his waist with my other arm
while I leaned close against him. I watched him carefully for any
sign of reluctance. There was none.
I tightened my arms around him, and kissed him softly on the neck.
He didn't move. Wanting more, I placed my lips on his sucking
lightly with genuine affection for him. His mouth opened slightly,
and I extended the kiss, probing into his mouth with my tongue.
After several seconds, he turned his body toward me, still gripped
by my arms. He embraced me as I held him, the kiss deepening.
Together we moved to lay on the sofa, my body half overlaying his as
we sank into the soft fabric. I held him tightly, playing with his
tongue as we embraced each other, alone in the room.
He tasted wonderful as he gradually met my intensity as we kissed,
as if releasing himself to newly discovered desires. Our bodies
were locked together, hugging with a force he could never exert on
his wife. My hand played with his soft blond hair as we hugged,
touching his ear while i lapped his saliva into my mouth with my
tongue. He made no attempt to resist, passively accepting my
increasing advance.
I lifted myself slightly and moved downward on his body, my lips
kissing the blond hair on his chest, my tongue consuming the sweat
generated by our embrace. He laid x_-o I explored his body with
my lips. I moved systematically back and forth across his chest
with my mouth, kissing and nibbling as I continued. As I reached
his tits, I massaged them forcefully with my tongue, as if french
kissing these firm nibs on his chest. I moved to his arm pits which
were wet and smelled pungent from the night's activities. Gently I
licked the sweet, masculine dampness they exuded as his arms lifted
high granting me the privilege. Through the towel he was wearing I
could feel his hard cock pressing against me; my own rubbing against
him purposely.
I lifted myself to my knees, watching his face for any sign of
discomfort. He remained with his eyes closed, arms open, as he lay
on the sofa. It would have to be his choice to stop for I was
committed at this point; to experience him, to love him.
I opened the towel around his waist, exposing the swollen cock that
was straining to get free. It sprung upward as I released it from
the hold of the towel, curving slightly as it slapped against his
stomach, his balls pulled tight up against the base. Grasping it
with my hand, I placed my mouth over the head of his giant rod,
instinctively sucking the mushroom-shaped flesh. As I took it
deeper into my mouth, he placed his two hands on my head, he fingers
deep in my hair, gently pushing my mouth down on his hard cock. He
gripped my head firmly and began manually moving it up and down, as
if he wanted to j/o by maneuvering my head as my mouth surrounded
his cock. His passive mood had evaporated as he now fucked my
mouth, controlling my head with his hands and thrusting his hips
upward on each stroke. His cock was deep in my throat and my nose
buried itself into his pubic hair each time he thrust his dick
farther into my mouth. As he worked, i clenched his balls in my
hand, squeezing as I massaged them, tightly pulling at them.
He moaned loudly as his cum shot down my throat. My hand could feel
his balls relinquishing their treasure as his creamy fluid gushed in
my mouth. It was sweet and hot...purposely I resisted the urge to
swallow it, wanting to hold the prized reward expelled from my
friend's beautiful body. It was mine and I savored it lustfully as
his motions slowed to a stop. I sat up quickly, grasping his cock
in my hand. I ran my thumb and fingers tightly up from the base
forcing one last spurt to escape from the mushroom head. I leaned
over and lapped it up with my tongue as I swallowed the load he had
just deposited in my mouth. He was gorgeous!
For a minute we didn't move. Catching our breath and reflecting on
our act. He smiled at me and I returned the attention as we both
sat up, reaching for our drinks.
We sat silent for a moment, then he exclaimed "My wife bought a
dildo the other day, we've used it a couple of times." "She even
wanted to use it on me but I wouldn't let her!"
But thats for another story; Right ?
--
Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com