From 4j9d3.labrat@onr.com Tue Apr 15 17:01:46 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!newsfeed.internetmci.com!metis.gordian.com!newsfeed2!news.onr.com!usenet From: 4j9d3.labrat@onr.com (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Freddie.txt Date: Tue, 15 Apr 1997 16:01:46 -0500 Organization: Onramp Access, Inc. 512-322-9200 Lines: 1242 Message-ID: <6y+UzY9GAYsV092yn@onr.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: onramp6-5.onr.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit My address now contains a 5 character random string to help stop email spam which will need to be removed before replying. I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. Sorry about the forged header, but it does help keeping down on the junk mail. Karen Mitchell ***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. -- Karen Mitchell labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com OFrom: 3n6r8.labrat@onr.com (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Friday.txt Date: Tue, 15 Apr 1997 16:04:12 -0500 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Message-ID: <M1+UzY9GAMgF092yn@onr.com> Lines: 144 My address now contains a 5 character random string to help stop email spam which will need to be removed before replying. I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. Sorry about the forged header, but it does help keeping down on the junk mail. Karen Mitchell ***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. More? From Beth Bali -- Karen Mitchell labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com }dFrom: 1m8f8.labrat@onr.com (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Friend.txt Date: Tue, 15 Apr 1997 16:05:35 -0500 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Message-ID: <f2+UzY9GA0+N092yn@onr.com> Lines: 575 My address now contains a 5 character random string to help stop email spam which will need to be removed before replying. I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. Sorry about the forged header, but it does help keeping down on the junk mail. Karen Mitchell ***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