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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- PART SIX---"Luke, Switch on Your Tranny Radar" (M/cd, tg, CD/cd, teen/ped, bd, 1st) Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com) *** I put down the phone, and my mind quickly began to work on the problem--how to rescue the Prof from the clutches of the nasty FBI without being killed or caught? (Well, being caught was one thing, being killed quite another) After all, the "rescue squad" was only me and the girl/boy, Jamie. Could we really expect to penetrate the formidable Task Force base at the old immigration station on Angel Island? Even if we somehow managed to get in and liberate Him, wouldn't they shoot to kill in order to preserve their secret quarters for use in future torture and interrogation abuse? Duh.... I had to consider alternative approaches. Should I contact his Senator or Representative? No, Ron was far too nouveau riche to have any of them in his well-lined hip pocket. Perhaps an attorney could help.... nah, what am I thinking about? The lawyers would just take the money and run! For a split second I thought about calling Dubya, but of course he couldn't do shit for fear that I might blow the whistle on our "blow" incident! There was my friend on Capitol Hill, but hell he was on the Agriculture Committee and couldn't do jack either. Besides, our old girlfriend was long gone and knowing the voyeuristic bastard as I did, he probably wouldn't even pick up the phone unless it was a "3-way" call. The press? Those fuckin' morons? They wouldn't be happy unless the whole thing resulted in a big hostage crisis! Can't you just hear it--"Tonight's Big Story is from Angel Island where heroic FBI agents shoot and kill two perverted kidnappers and their forcibly cross dressed young victim. Exclusive heli-cam footage at eleven!!!" In desperation, I phoned S thinking her rich husband's connections might help. I reached her answering service but she immediately called back. S listened as I laid out the situation and said she'd get back to me as quickly as she could. I found Jamie and told her that we might be going out soon and to dress and make-up as conservatively as she could from the wardrobe of admittedly sexy clothes I had provided. I made a quick stop in the E room (always be prepared for any contingency--the Prof had long espoused the value of that Marine motto), then dressed and made-up as I had directed Jamie. I nodded approvingly at my reflection: striking blond woman in an expensive Chanel jacket and mini-skirt, silky thigh-highs in "barely black" (even the Prof wore a pair of these sexy things occasionally), and Kenneth Cole patent pumps with matching shoulder bag with silver handles. I went into the Prof's private study to wait for S's call, opened his desk and armed myself with his German WWII "switchblade" and a 9mm mini-gun pistol (the Prof had modified it to fire a clip automatically). Looking around I was struck with the neatness and cleanliness of the room, everything in its place and a place for everything. Not surprising, since the Prof was the most fastidious of men, obsessively clean and organized in all his living spaces. I had stashed my cache of cash (no high-interest credit cards for Daphne!) in the back of his huge executive desk and reached back to retrieve the large envelope, but groping blindly, pulled out the file in front of it. It fell open and its contents spilled over the top surface of the desk. I tried to avert my eyes but there was no way not to see that it was one of his Secret Files. Dozens of dog-sex photos and downloaded scans of women and dogs, and men and dogs, and dogs and dogs---well, you can imagine the rest. Drawings of shocking scenes of transvestite bestiality by an unknown (to me) artist from the Midwest. I must admit to a bit of prurient interest in these, and even to admiring the candid photos of the artist her/him self, a compelling brunette with more than a bit of kinky gleam in her eye. For a moment my mind played with the prospect of getting her in the same bed with the Prof and me. Undeniably turned on, I tilted back in his swivel exec chair and drifted into a dreamy reverie for a few minutes... * (He has taken me to a luxury hotel and shows me off to his friends, and promises all of them that he will let them gang bang me later in the evening. He takes me upstairs to a room, and tells me he knows all about my rape fantasies and then rips my dress off. He forces me against the bathroom wall and assaults me. I am crushed against the wall by his powerful upper body. He pulls my panties down, and then tongues and bites my ears as he brutally fucks my ass with his huge cock. God help me I love it so.... He has fucked me on his massive platform bed, and now I feel the overwhelming sexual pain/pleasure of my colon stretched to the limit by his monster dildos as I hold my knees against my corseted breasts. He slowly forces each of the giants in and then suddenly violates me with a thrust of an ICBD and I come into his hands...He licks my sperm from his hands and smears my mouth with my own cum.... I am being sucked by the Prof while astride his massive chest. He is gagging on my rigid cock but keeps a perfect sucking rhythm. I look over my shoulder and see pearly white ejaculate cover his jerking fingers.... I am platinum blonde in white stockings and heels. He unrolls a "gold coin" onto me, and then I fuck him face to face. I marvel at his tiny asshole and wonder how he could ever accommodate his own huge vinyl intromitters. He keeps his eyes closed and gasps as he feels my stiffness fill his rectum. Later I teach him the true meaning of the word as I "deep throat" him as he dangles his head backward off the sofa.... The Prof roughly spanks me, then raises my legs onto his broad shoulders and inserts his large fingers into my hungry anus and finds my prostate which folds and then cramps, sending a flood of cum into his hot sucking mouth. I lose my mind as his tongue lavishes itself, and I shriek and scream in orgasm over and over into my drool soaked panties....) * I awoke with a start as the phone began ringing. My penis was as hard as it could get against the tourniquet tightness of my gaffe, and I could feel wetness from heavy emission of dream-cum. Disoriented, I pushed the speakerphone button. It was S. "Daphne, you're going to need $15,000 in cash. Is that a problem?" I snapped back into reality fast at the mention of that kind of dough. "Darling, I'm willing to spend whatever it takes to get him back, but couldn't we get it a little cheaper?" "Not if you want it done fast. $5,000 is the fee and the rest is to get the job done." "I thought I said no lawyers..." "It's not an attorney fee. My husband has used her several times for corporate dirty business and so have several of my friends." "Well what is she then?" I tried not to sound irritable. "Daphne, she is a Facilitator." That said it all. I had heard endless speeches from the Prof about the existence of the facilitators and about how important they were in modern life. He even fancied himself a bit of one in certain 'pediatricus sexualis' settings. With the Prof's b.s. you never knew, but S seemed to be confirming one of his cherished beliefs. "Oh" was all I could say. "When can you get that much cash?" "It'll just about break me, but I have it on me." S gave me a phone number (a private number, she said) and told me to use her name. I rang off and dialed the number. After three rings a voice answered, "Yes?" Throaty, resonant contralto, North Coast accent? I used S's name and said I would meet the terms. "Come at once to my office. 2304 Union, between Fillmore and Steiner. Suite 200. There is no sign." "Wait. I don't even know your name." "It is perhaps best that you don't. Our friend has assured me that you are a sophisticated person. She has given me the details of what you want done, and it is well within the capabilities of my organization. After we meet you will be under no obligation--only if you approve will we go forward." "May I bring my...niece...along with me?" I didn't want Jamie "home alone" under the circumstances. "By all means. I'm sure she is a delightful girl. But we may have to exclude her from our confidential discussions, you understand of course." The voice had warmed a little but there was an edge, almost a hungering overtone.... * An hour later I paid the cab, and Jamie and I walked up to the office on fashionable, upscale Union Street. I pressed the ringer and moments later the electric door buzzed open. We entered the reception area and were greeted by a young woman who told us we were expected and to take a seat in the luxurious waiting room. We did and she excused herself and left the room. Good-looking strawberry blonde with a small nose ring. I got a good look at her legs and arms in the sleeveless mini, and I noticed Jamie eyeing her as well. Already sizing up the competition.... Jamie looked so beautiful I really thought there was no comparison. The short blond curls were perfect with the black front zippered miniskirt and 3/4 length black buttoned blouse with a flip collar. One of my black and white scarves was around her neck. The silky white stockings made a nice contrast, and her stylish black leather flats were a fashion statement all by themselves. (Where have I seen this look before?) Her eyes were nicely made up in blue and a barely muted excitement in them made her practically irresistible. (I do want the Prof to be the first to fuck her, but I won't be able to control myself much longer....) "She will see you now Miss." I told Jamie to stay put and followed the receptionist. The large office said "CEO" all the way. A beautifully dressed woman came around the desk and extended her hand to me. I made eye contact and my tranny radar went off the scale! In a fraction of a second her eyes told me that she knew that I knew. As I grasped her hand, I sussed her at a glance: late 30's, 5' 10," l30, salt'n'pepper brunette, shoulder length (her own?), piercing green eyes, liquid foundation over a very faint shaving outline, pink lipgloss and matching rouge and eye makeup. The dress was either Armani or Mizrahi, and tightly hugged her silhouette (24" waist?), and ended a good 6" above her knees, creating a gam show that must've been killing them at The Trannyshack and other discos for years. Passable and then some, for sure. She towered over me in 3" pumps, and I was both intimidated and turned on simultaneously. I thought I detected a spark of interest as she scoped me too, especially when her detector picked up my small waist, big breasts, and slim legs. She let our handshake linger a moment longer than necessary, to give each of us a chance to check out the other's nails, bone structure and skin tone. Educated guess: tummy tuck, lid and facelift, rib removal, mild breast augmentation, hormones, hair transplants and vocal cord surgery. This person was serious about it and had been for years. Either it wasn't there or she had an even better gaffe than I did, thus posing the obvious question--tv or post-op? "Our mutual friend had many nice... may I say intriguing... things to say about you Miss Bishop." (Oh I do so like a direct approach...) "And likewise about you, Miss... how do you prefer to be called?" She gestured toward the leather exec sofa along one wall, and we sat down. I noted that she sat closer to me than I to her. Each of our short skirts were riding up high enough to see little peeks of panties. (Omigod hers are ruffled!) "Actually my staff and most of my clients call me Mistress, but I realize that you might be uncomfortable with the connotation many people attach to that term." "I'm never uncomfortable if there is a factual basis for something, even a name." She chuckled and put her hand on my knee. "Oh Miss Bishop, you are charming indeed. How cleverly expressed! If I deny a factual basis, then you call my credibility into question, and if I affirm, then you discover something you want to know about me, but which I may be reluctant to put to you directly." (Something like that, yes...) I delicately placed my hand over hers and moved it along the inside of my thigh. "There is a basis, isn't there?," I asked quietly. She regarded me for a few seconds before answering. "In point of fact, there is. Most facilitators are sexual dominants, and I am no exception. From what I have learned about your Professor, he would seem no different in that respect. But surely you came to me for business reasons, and we shouldn't mix these things." I shifted toward her until our faces were only inches apart. Her hand was now on my gaffe and she could feel my load. Her eyes widened and her lips parted. "I don't see why not" I whispered, looking at her lips, which had begun to tremble slightly. She inclined her head until I could feel her breath on my lips. "I..I..." she stammered. "It's all right, darling," I said as our lips touched, "I'm a Facilitator too." ------------------------------------------------------ (Editor's note: The next entry was written by the Prof.) It ended as fast as it had begun. I had been in my cell, wired up to the penile transducer, waiting for my daily dose of man/dog/alien imagery to appear on the "invisible" monitor, when my captors suddenly forced me through underground corridors, onto a Coast Guard speedboat, bee-lined across the Bay, and unceremoniously dumped me on a pier below the Presidio. Two "Men in Black" got out of a sedan and approached me. "Jesus, what a mess," said the taller one. His face was cratered with pocks just like the Cancer Man on X-Files. "Get him cleaned up." I had to give them credit in the clean-up department. In one of the Army's abandoned BOQ buildings, I was everything but 'screwed, blewed and tattooed'-- shaved, showered, shampooed, even enema'd with a SureShot! New clean clothes...Milspec drop boots and fatigues, Semper Fi t-shirt, and a cool 82nd Airborne Ranger camouflage jacket with even cooler insignia--paintballs and Save- the-Whales. Cancer Man couldn't resist one final sadistic touch. Back in the car, he put the business end of his .357 Magnum in my mouth and said, "It would greatly disappoint the Director for you to talk about where you've been. Know what I mean Vern?" Never one to ignore the main chance, I calmly deep- throated his gun barrel while looking him right in the eye. "You sick son of a bitch," he said as he slowly pulled it out of my mouth. I just smiled at him. Late afternoon shadows were falling across the Presidio and fog caressed the Bridge as we drove east on Lombard toward Fort Mason. Official tight-asses that they were, they blipped their siren and blue "nipple" to make their way through heavy southbound traffic up into Pacific Heights. I didn't notice which side street they turned on, but suddenly they skidded to a 'television cop' stop in front of a small luxury apartment building. Cancer Man shoved me out and said, "Must be your lucky day, pal. Try #2... or you can go back to Angel with us for a real good time!" I just grabbed my crotch obscenely and they squealed away, laughing and fishtailing down the steep residential street. I had a decision to make--try what was upstairs or hightail it down to the corner and catch the next Muni to wherever. Since the birthmother incident my mind wasn't quite as fast as it used to be (or could it be twenty years of poppers?), but I realized that I had probably been rescued by whoever or whatever was inside. I hit the buzzer and moments later the door released. There was one flight of carpeted stairs. I had the curious sensation of being there before, but I knew I hadn't. Maybe in some other life.... The door opened and I went through that apartment entrance and into the loving arms of Daphne! I felt her luscious body, soft breasts, tiny corseted waist and firm hips under my fingers. Her hands were on the back of my neck and forced my mouth down onto hers. I could taste her lipstick and smell her makeup and perfume...she sucked my tongue as far in as she could take it and moaned with pleasure. It was as if we had never kissed before! She held me tightly and put her head against my chest. She babbled happily. "Oh darling it's been so long...I've missed you so...Oh god it feels good to hold you." She softly grasped my swollen cock and balls through the fatigues, and I suddenly realized how horny I had become. (There had been a lot of genital torture on Angel, but to cum was of course verboten) While she hugged me and carried on in her sweet tranny way, I looked over her head and was stunned by what I saw. The entire north wall of the apartment was glass, affording the most spectacular view of the Bridge and West Bay I had ever seen. A large deck was just outside, and I saw two women kissing in a passionate embrace with the smaller one's legs around the other's waist. It was quite a sight. We all finally released our partners, and the two women came back into the living room as if on signal. One was very young and petite, and the other was more my age and almost six feet tall in her high heels. They sat on the sofa by the fireplace. Their skirts were unbelievably short. Daphne took me by the hand and led me around to the saddle leather chair facing the sofa, then demurely sat on my lap with one arm around my shoulders. "Jamie, please fix the Professor a drink, as I'm certain he could use one," Daphne told the young girl. "You know he likes his Absolut Citron straight, no chaser." (Jamie? Knows how I like my drink?) The girl said, "Yes Ma'am," and looked me full in the face and smiled as she got up. (Oh Daphne you didn't!!) I grinned back and asked, "How are my dogs doing without me, Jamie?" I felt Daphne's body relax imperceptibly, and the girl said "I'm sure they'll be happy to see their Master again." I watched her slim hips move under the miniskirt. I was suddenly very happy. "Ron, let me introduce you to a special person. Our mutual friend told me she could help get you back and here you are!" I shifted my attention and kissed the extended hand gently and looked up into the eyes of a beautiful... how did Daphne say it? ... man who enjoyed being a woman? I said "Madame, I am your eternal servant. Thank you three bags full and more. My undying optimal gratitude is yours." She smiled graciously, and spoke in a woman's voice, "How gallantly and elegantly stated! I assure you, it has been a pleasure to have been of some small service in the matter." Looking at Daphne, she continued, "You will never know, however, just how much your extraordinary Miss D contributed to the ultimate result." Daphne blushed at this remark, murmured a thank you, and moved over to the sofa and sat beside our new friend. Rather pointedly, she put one hand on the woman's silky thigh, looked at me and licked her lips. I smiled magnanimously. "Yes, she is a bit of a special angel, isn't she? And so full of surprises..." Jamie returned with my drink, handed it to me and stood there not quite knowing where to sit. Daphne said, "You have my permission to sit on his lap, Jamie." Her tiny body felt almost like a Real Doll. She put one arm around my shoulders, and I felt her lightly kiss my forehead. "I'm ever so glad you've come back to us," she whispered in my ear. I whispered back, "The last time I saw you, you were a boy, and now look at you!" We both giggled at that, and I squeezed one of her breasts affectionately. She kissed my lips but only for a moment. (Flirting and teasing....) Daphne had seen enough. "Ron, we need to talk about tonight." I said okay, as she shifted one of her heels and twined it between her girlfriend's ankles. (Daphne always did love to touch me with her stockinged feet...) "I'm afraid the Mistress and I have quite a bit of unfinished business at her office concerning your return. I may have to stay overnight. We think you and Jamie should stay here tonight before we return to your estate. Fortunately, this apartment has two bedrooms so you can have separate sleeping quarters." Jamie whispered "No" in my ear. Cripes! "The kitchen is well stocked and there is plenty of liquor and wine," Daphne continued. "A few of your special pharmaceuticals are in a kit I left in the master bedroom. I will explain everything tomorrow... that is, I mean, if these arrangements are satisfactory." "Most excellent plan," I demurred. Jamie slipped her other hand down the back of my fatigues and felt the edge of my ruffled panties. It was her turn to be surprised, and her girlish face couldn't control her amazement and then amusement. Daphne and the Mistress rose to leave, and embraces and meaningful looks were exchanged by all of us. I whispered, "Thank you darling...for everything," in Daphne's ear as I escorted her to the door. She went down the stairs holding hands with the Mistress, and I could hear them kissing passionately in the foyer. Jamie and I went outside on the deck. It was dusk and twinkling lights from Sausalito could be seen as well as northbound traffic into Marin through the tunnel. The Bridge towers were in fog and to the east Alcatraz's searchlight swept rhythmically. I stood at the rail and felt the warm depth charge of the Absolut. The incomparable view, the unexpected freedom, the girl, the situation--all so surreal.... Jamie pressed herself against my back, and her arms encircled my waist. I knew it would be best to wait for her to speak first. "Would you like to have sex with me?" "Have you already had sex with Miss D?" I tenderly replied. She held me a little tighter and said "Yes, sir. We had sex after Miss D dressed me for the first time." I turned and put my arms around her and said, "Maybe you ought to tell me about everything that has happened from the beginning. Remember that all I really know about you is that you're the boy who brought my lost dog home several weeks ago." We went back into the warm apartment and sat on the sofa. Jamie kicked off her flats, put her back against the armrest and put her stockinged feet on my lap. (She's been with Daphne all right...) I stroked her calves and feet as she told me her story. It seems Jamie is an orphan who lives next door at the Catholic Home. He knows a lot about the sex shack and had watched from outside, but never gone in. He had been having cross-dressing fantasies, and then saw Daphne and his imagination was inflamed. She caught him window peeking and made him tell her why. Far from being upset, Daphne encouraged his fantasies and said she could do something about them. Jamie had his doubts but within days the priests had sent him to my house for a week under her supervision! He told of finding all the pretty new clothes in his room and of his growing love for "Miss D." He told about the dressing room, the Little Sam and Daphne's explanation of it, and how it felt to see himself as a "real girl" for the first time in his life..... "That's when we started having sex...I got excited and made her suck my penis until I came in her mouth. We did that several more times that night until I just couldn't get hard anymore but she sucked my soft penis for a long time anyway. Oooh, I'm getting hard just thinking about it!" He crossed his legs, and I moved my hand above his knee. "Was there any other sex between you?," I gently inquired. "No, other than kissing and sleeping in the same bed. This morning she took me to your E-room, though." "Oh, what happened there?" He blushed and said, "She fingered my hole until I got used to it and relaxed it enough to feel good, actually. Then she gave me enemas for over an hour!" (God, what a sight!) We went to the Mistress's office, and then we came here and waited for you. Miss D was very excited about having you come back home. I think she loves you, you know." "And you love her, don't you Jamie?" He dropped his eyes coquettishly. "Oh Yes, she is everything to me!" "Have you talked with her about having sex with me?" "Yes." "What did she say?" "Miss D said that if I had sex with you, I would never regret it. She said you are a wonderful man, and that I can trust you to be considerate and not to hurt me. She told me that you believe in rules and limits and how to do things safely. She said I should let you put your... you know...your penis in me and let you teach me about how good it can feel. She said I should do that to you, if you wanted me to. She said I should suck your penis because she says it is a thrill to suck it." (Bless you Miss D!!) "And what do you think now, Jamie?" He paused for a few moments, and then moved forward onto my lap and wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. We were face-to-face. "I think you are a big, sweet affectionate man who loves Miss D just like I do." He kissed me and I tasted his small mouth. Daphne had taught him a few things about kissing, but he still had a lot to learn. My heart began to pound. He pulled an inch or two away and said "And if we both love her, then we can love each other, right?" He put his lips against mine as I whispered, " Yes, Jamie," and I frenched the exquisite young man until he too was moaning with pleasure. "Let's make love now," he whispered in my ear. I whispered back "Jamie I have a special request" and he asked what is it, and I told him that he was a beautiful girl and a very special girl and adorable and sexy, but that I wanted him to be just as I had first met him, just a lonely orphan who needed a special man to love him in the way that only special men can give love, and would he grant my special request? (It all came out in a rush...) Clearly in command, he smiled and said, "I'll give you that when we go to bed but first..." On his knees, he slowly unzipped my trousers and pulled my erect penis out of my panties. I was already cumming. He grasped the base with one hand, brought the tip to his lips, looked up at me and asked, "Is this the way to do it?" ------------------------------------------------------- (This entry dictated by Jamie to DB) When we finally got back to the Professor's estate, Miss D insisted that I tell her my memory of that night with him, and she would make it like a diary.... * It was a little scary when Miss D left with the Mistress. I kinda knew they all wanted me to spend the night with him but suddenly there I was alone with a real man for the first time. Not that Miss D isn't a real man, you understand, but after all, she is a bit of a drag queen, now isn't she? I guess I looked like a drag queen too, come to think of it. We all did, in fact, except the Professor. He looked more like Private Ryan! He was different somehow than I remembered him to be, but I knew right away that I really liked him when he squeezed my breast in front of Miss D. I could tell it made her jealous and that he had did (sic) it on purpose just to provoke her, and to show me he wasn't "under her spell" like I sure was. How was he different? Well, keep in mind that I had only met him once before when I took his dog back to him. I remember him making a big commotion about getting the dog back. He petted and kissed the dog's face and got down on the ground with it and rolled around, kind of wrestling, and I could almost swear he touched the dog's dick a little but I couldn't be sure. He got up and gave me a bear hug, and he smelled really doggy but he must've liked that ok, 'cause he even licked his hands a little and sniffed 'em too. I guess he really did love that dog! Father O'Reilly was watching from the fence, so the Professor slipped me a $10 bill and sent me back. He took the dog into the house, and that's the last I saw of him until he came to the Mistress's apartment. The look on his face was priceless when he realized I was now Jamie 'the girl', but I've gotta admit he was awesomely cool about it. I could see what Miss D meant about him being affectionate when I sat on his lap and flirted with him and he giggled and flirted back. And oh my, those ruffled panties of his! Anyway as I was saying, at first it felt strange to be alone with him. Part of it was that everything was happening so fast–it was only two days ago that I had left the orphanage. Since then I had been dressed as a girl, been sucked off all night by Miss D, and fallen head over heels in love with her.... Now I was in a beautiful apartment alone with a really sexy man, with a whole night to spend together! My nervousness gently eased away as I told him my life story on the sofa. He touched my feet and legs while we talked. I didn't know it at the time, but he was facilitating me (a big word for 'helping to decide') until I overcame my natural reluctance (what little there was) and started making out with him. I got on his lap, and we started kissing. The Professor was the best kisser ever! We both started getting really turned on, when he did the dearest thing and asked me to change from girl back to boy again. I realized that this was somehow important to him-and for reasons I still don't completely understand, I agreed to do it when we went to bed, but I really wanted to please him (and my teacher Miss D) with something else first. In seconds I was on my knees between his legs. He moaned as I pulled his fat stiff penis out of his panties. His balls were so big! Cum was oozing out of the slit and I put my tongue on it and asked him if I was doing it the way he liked, and he whispered, "Yes darling." His warm soft meat melted in my mouth as I slid my lips over it...it tasted clean and had a manly smell to it. His cock was so fat I had to really stretch my mouth, but after a little while my nose was all the way down into his balls and I started gagging on the gigantic size of him. I began sucking hard, and he started gasping for breath! He pulled me up on the sofa, sort of flipped my body around over his, and the next thing I knew we were sucking each other 69-style. I forgot all about Miss D as The Professor taught me everything there is to know about sucking a penis! Things get a little blurry at this point. I remember that he carried me back to a large bedroom and put me down on all fours on the bed. I heard him stripping off all his clothes. He... and I... both were in some kind of heat... he began licking my anus and moaning... I felt his tongue go into my rectum...indescribable sensation... my penis stiffened all the way... his middle finger stretched my asshole.... I felt his cock press into it! "If it hurts too much, tell me, okay?" I nodded, face pressed into a pillow and biting the edge. Too big, too big.... too big.... TOO BIG! Burning, splitting pain.... he stopped and licked it again.... then more splitting pain! More licking.... more splitting.... UHHHHHHHHH! Miss D, are you sure you want to know what happened next? END OF PART SIX Author's note: Nobody in their right mind could possibly condone most of the unsafe, unprotected, and perverted sexual activities described herein. DB ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 18