Sex hikayeleri denince aklıma hep o gece geliyor. Ben Melih. Bu sex hikayeleri örneğinde, Merve ile baş başa kaldığımız o dairede olanları anlatıyorum. Hiçbir detayı saklamayacağım. Bu tarz sex hikayeleri sevenler için en unutulmaz deneyimlerden biriydi. Daha fazla sex hikayeleri okumak isterseniz, site içindeki diğer sayfalara da göz atabilirsiniz.

Sex Hikayeleri: İlk Bakışta Ateşlenen Arzu

Merve’yi bir arkadaş toplantısında görmüştüm. Uzun siyah saçları omuzlarına dökülüyor, dar kotunun içinde kalçaları net belli oluyordu. Göz göze geldiğimiz an, bakışlarında bir şey vardı. Utangaç değil, tam tersine “ne istersen yap” diyen bir açıklık. Gece ilerleyince herkes dağılmış, ikimiz kalmıştık. “Bana gelir misin?” dedi. Hiç tereddüt etmeden gittim.

Kapıyı açtığında üzerinde sadece ince bir tişört vardı. Altında külot bile yoktu. Tişörtün altından meme uçları belirgin şekilde dikilmişti. “İçeri gir” dedi, sesi alçaktan ve boğuk. Kapı kapanır kapanmaz onu duvara yasladım. Dudaklarımı onunkilere bastırdım. Dili hemen ağzıma girdi, ıslak, aç. Ellerim tişörtünün altına kaydı, memelerini avuçladım. Sıcak, dolgun ve yumuşacıktılar. Parmaklarımla uçlarını sıkıştırdığımda inledi. “Daha sert” dedi.

Tişörtü başından çekip çıkardım. Çıplak kaldı. Vücudu pürüzsüz, teni sıcak. Ellerim belinden kayıp kalçalarına indi. Kalçaları dolgun ve sıkıydı. Onu kendime doğru çektim, sertleşmiş sikimi karnına bastırdım. “Ne kadar sert olmuşsun” diye fısıldadı ve elini pantolonumun üzerine koydu. Avucuyla sıvazlamaya başladı. Ben de elimi bacaklarının arasına götürdüm. Amı çoktan ıslanmıştı. Parmaklarımı araladım, kaygan etin içine doğru kaydırdım. İki parmağımı birden soktum. Sıkıydı, sıcak ve ıslaktı. “Ahhh Melih…” diye inledi, bacaklarını biraz daha açtı.

Sex Hikayeleri: Dilimin Ucunda Eriyen Tad

Onu yatağa doğru yürüttüm. Yatağın kenarına oturttu. Dizlerimin üstüne çöktüm. Bacaklarını iki yana açtı. Amı gözümün önündeydi. Pembe, şişmiş ve parlıyordu. Dilimi uzattım, yavaşça yaladım. Tadı hafif tuzlu ve tatlıydı. Klitorisini dudaklarımın arasına aldım, emmeye başladım. Merve’nin elleri saçlarıma gitti, beni daha sert bastırdı. “Daha derine… dilini sok” diye inledi.

Dilimi amının içine daldırdım, içeri dışarı hareket ettirdim. Aynı anda iki parmağımı da sokup hızlı hızlı hareket ettirmeye başladım. Merve yatağa yayılmış, kalçalarını kaldırıp dilime doğru itiyordu. “Siktir… çok iyi… emmeye devam et” diye bağırıyordu. Parmaklarımı kıvırıp o noktaya bastırdığımda tüm vücudu gerildi. Bacakları titredi, amı parmaklarımı sıkıca kavradı ve boşaldı. Sıcak sıvı dilime ve çeneme aktı. Hepsini yaladım. “İşte böyle” dedim. “Daha yeni başlıyoruz.”

Sex Hikayeleri: İlk Giriş ve Derin Doyum

Ayağa kalktım, pantolonumu ve boxerımı indirdim. Sikim dimdik duruyordu, ucundan şeffaf bir damla sızmıştı. Merve yatağın kenarına oturdu, sikimi eline aldı. Avucu sıcak ve yumuşaktı. Başını eğdi, dilini ucuna sürttü. Sonra ağzını açıp yavaşça içine aldı. Boğazına kadar indirdi. Boğazı daraldı, ama geri çekilmedi. Başını sallamaya başladı. Islak sesler duyuluyordu. Bir eliyle taşaklarımı okşuyor, diğer eliyle sikimin kökünü sıkıyordu. “Boğazına kadar al” dedim. Daha da indirdi, gözleri yaşardı ama durmadı. Birkaç saniye boğazında tuttum, sonra bıraktım. Öksürdü, tükürüğü sikimin üzerinden süzülüyordu. “Çok güzelsin böyle” dedim.

Onu yatağa yatırdım. Bacaklarını omuzlarıma aldım. Sikimin ucunu amının ağzına dayadım. Yavaşça ittim. İçeri girdikçe Merve’nin nefesi kesildi. “Ahhhh… çok kalın…” diye inledi. Tamamen içine gömülünce bir süre kımıldamadım. Sadece hissettim. Sıcak, ıslak ve dar. Sonra yavaş yavaş hareket etmeye başladım. Her girişte kalçalarımı sertçe vuruyordum. Merve’nin memeleri her darbede sallanıyordu. Ellerimle onları sıkıp uçlarını çimdikledim. “Daha sert sik” diye bağırdı.

Hızımı artırdım. Yatak gıcırdıyordu. Amının sesi, ıslak şapırtılarla odayı dolduruyordu. “Siktir beni… daha derine… amımı parçala” diye söyleniyordu. Bir elimi boğazına götürdüm, hafifçe sıktım. Gözleri büyüdü, ama zevkten. Daha da ıslandı. İçinde boşalmak üzereydim ama kendimi tuttum. Çektim. Merve hemen doğruldu, ağzını açtı. Sikimi diline sürttüm, birkaç kez boğazına indirdim ve boşaldım. Kalın, sıcak döl diline ve boğazına aktı. Hepsini yuttu, dudaklarını yaladı. “Daha var mı?” diye sordu, gözleri parlıyordu.

Sex Hikayeleri: Gece Boyu Süregelen Açlık

Biraz dinlendik ama Merve’nin eli yine sikimin üzerindeydi. Yavaş yavaş tekrar sertleşmeye başladı. Bu sefer onu ters çevirdim. Dizlerinin üstüne çöktürdüm. Kalçalarını kaldırdı. Amı ve göt deliği tamamen açıktaydı. Önce amına dilimi soktum, sonra dilimi yukarı kaydırıp göt deliğini yaladım. Merve irkildi ama geri çekilmedi. “Oraya da mı?” diye sordu. “İstersen” dedim. “İstiyorum” dedi.

Parmağımı tükürüğümle ıslatıp yavaşça göt deliğine bastırdım. İçeri girdi. Sıktı. Bir süre öyle bıraktım, sonra parmağımı hareket ettirmeye başladım. Aynı anda diğer elimi amına götürüp klitorisini ovdum. Merve iki deliği birden doldurulmuş şekilde inliyordu. Parmağımı çıkarıp sikimi amına soktum. Sert ve hızlı sikmeye başladım. Her dalışta kalçalarına tokat attım. Kırmızı izler oluştu. “Daha sert… tokatla… sik beni” diye bağırıyordu.

Sonra sikimi çıkarıp yavaşça göt deliğine dayadım. Ucu girdi. Merve nefesini tuttu. “Yavaş…” dedi. Yavaşça içeri ittim. Dar, çok dardı. Tamamen içine girdiğimde ikimiz de bir süre kımıldamadık. Sonra yavaş hareketlere başladım. Merve’nin inlemeleri değişmişti. Daha boğuk, daha derin. “Doldur beni… götümü sik” diye fısıldıyordu. Hızımı artırdım. Bir elimi öne uzatıp klitorisini ovdum. Birkaç dakika içinde tekrar boşaldı. Tüm vücudu kasıldı, göt deliği sikimi sımsıkı kavradı. Ben de dayanamadım. Derinlere kadar gömülüp boşaldım. Sıcak döl götünün içine aktı.

Sex Hikayeleri: Sabaha Kadar Bitmeyen Zevk

Şafak sökene kadar durmadık. Merve’yi kucağıma aldım, ayakta siktim. Duvara yasladım, bacaklarını belime doladı. Duşta suların altında, ayakta, diz çökmüş, her pozisyonda denedik. Amı, ağzı, götü… hepsi doluydu, hepsi kullanılmıştı. Merve’nin vücudu ter ve döl içinde parlıyordu. Saçları dağılmış, dudakları şişmiş, gözleri yarı açıktı.

Son seferinde onu sırtüstü yatırdım. Bacaklarını iyice açtım. Sikimi amına sokup yavaş ve derin hareketlerle siktim. Bu sefer acele etmedim. Her girişte dipte bekledim, sonra yavaşça çektim. Merve’nin elleri çarşafları yumruklamıştı. “Böyle… böyle devam et… içimde kal” diye yalvarıyordu. Klitorisini parmaklarımla ovarken içinde boşaldım. Sıcak döl amından dışarı sızdı, bacaklarının arasından aktı.

Yanına uzandım. İkimiz de nefes nefese, ter içindeydik. Merve başını göğsüme koydu. “Bir daha yapacağız değil mi?” diye sordu. Cevap vermeme gerek yoktu. Sikim çoktan tekrar sertleşmeye başlamıştı.

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Nick pulled his panties on and smiled at himself in the bathroom mirror. His lips–his pretty mouth–were painted an off shade of gloss pink. His body was completely shaved. He thought he looked terrific.

Walking barefoot out to the kitchen Nick removed the bottle of raspberry vodka from the freezer and poured himself a quarter glass. He drank. It was ultra-cold going down. He smiled.

The oven clock read 2:46. Fourteen minutes to go. Taking his drink with him, Nick walked to his front door and looked out the lights into the drive. It was empty. 13 minutes to go, according to the clock. He waited. He paced, the time seeming to stand still. He poured himself a shot’s worth of vodka.

Don’t overdo it, Nick told himself. You want to be relaxed, at ease when he arrives, but not high. Not over the limit. Nick took a deep breath and let it out. Then another.

He paced.

Three o’clock finally arrived. Nick stood at the door lights looking out. Nothing. Not yet.

3:05 came and went. Fuck it. Nick poured himself more vodka.

He felt empty. Completely empty inside. He’d had a bagel for breakfast, around nine, but that was it. A little while ago he’d douched himself–twice. Douched himself then, while rinsing off in the shower, opened himself up with his jelly dildo. Now the vodka–the alcohol–seemed to flow right through him. He was feeling tipsy. A little bit. He was getting a nice high on.

3:10. 3:11. Then at 3:12 the big two-color SUV wheeled into his driveway. Nick’s heart leapt. The cop wasn’t going to be a no-show. All that work Nick had done–in front of the mirror, on the toilet, in the shower–would not have been in vain.

Nevertheless, Nick didn’t want to appear to be over eager. So he waited until the cop rang the doorbell–waited a few seconds after that–to discreetly open the door, remaining, all but his face, behind it. Nick smiled. “Hey there,” he said.

“Sorry I’m late,” said the cop, entering Nick’s house. “Departmental meeting ran long.”

“That’s OK,” Nick insisted. “Can I get you a drink or…?” Or, are you technically still on duty?

They were standing in Nick’s vestibule. And the cop, seemingly suddenly transfixed, was staring at Nick. At his body. Looking it up and down. He reached a hand out–put it on Nick’s bare side. “You look…great!” the word abruptly exploding from him. Then another: “Hot!”

“Thanks,” Nick blushed.

“No, I’m fine, ümraniye escort fine,” he said about the drink.

“Mind if I get myself one?” A fourth “one” as it were.

“Not at all. Suit yourself,” said the cop.

When Nick turned from the freezer the cop was removing his heavily ladened gun belt. He set it, coiled, on the counter end to his left. “Here OK?”

“Sure. Fine,” Nick agreed. This is a good sign, he thought, pouring more vodka into a fresh glass. And taking the old one to the sink. It’s as if he’d just lowered his pants.

The cop, meanwhile, had slid to his right onto the seat of a wooden barstool. Now he could sit and look at Nick–watch and observe him. He pointed a thickish index finger. “Tell me something. How do you…choose those?”

This led Nick to look down at himself. At what the cop was looking, pointing at. “These?” he giggled, a little drunkenly. “I don’t,” Nick claimed. “I just reach into my drawer and put on whatever comes to hand.”

“Cute!” the cop declared.

“I wanted to wear…something,” Nick said.

“They fit you great. Love the look.”

“I’m glad,” Nick smiled. “I wore them just for you,” contradicting, perhaps, what he’d just claimed seconds before.

“So anything else going on since…the robbery?”

Nick shook his head. “No. No, sir. Any leads?” he asked.

“Oh, you’ll have to talk to the detective about that,” said the cop, rocking side to side on the stool. “Have you talked to him?”

“Her,” Nick corrected. “Left a voicemail. Haven’t heard back yet.”

“Well stay on her,” the cop advised. Adding, “About that.”

The conversation hit a brief lull before Nick asked, hopefully, “So how long can you stay?”

“Depends. An hour. Half hour. Five,” he laughed, “minutes.”

“Oh.”

“So all those panties on the floor upstairs…,” the cop digressed, “I mean they were on the floor the other day. They’re…yours?”

“Yes,” Nick nodded.

“And the bras and the–“

“Yes,” Nick abruptly replied.

“Why aren’t you wearing a bra today?”

“For you?” Nick blinked. Fact is, he’d thought about wearing one but decided against it. Too…out there. Outré. “I…can…I can go upstairs and put one on.”

The cop laughed. “No. Not necessary. Just checking. Wondering.”

Nick forced a smile. “I thought it was pretty amazing the other day when you kartal escort told me…told me you liked, um, crossdressers. After I–“

“I do.”

“And then whispered to me, like, upstairs…maybe you could come back some day.”

The cop said nothing. So Nick exulted, “And now here you are!”

“Here I am,” the cop deadpanned. He began to wrestle free the top button of his shirt. “Mind if I…? It’s a little warm in here.”

“No, I…” Nick switched gears: “I can turn the AC down if you want…”

The cop stopped with the second button. He was wearing a white tee underneath. “These fucking black uniforms,” he said.

Nick headed for the thermostat. Which was upstairs. “I’ll go turn down the–“

The cop snagged Nick by the bare waist. “No! It’s OK. I like it,” he grinned, “hot.”

The cop was a big man, with big hands, thick fingers. He turned Nick 90 degrees. Squeezed his buttocks in the panties. “On the other hand,” he said, “if you wanna go upstairs…”

The cop was bigger than Nick’s dildo. Bigger than anything he could ever remember. It was tough sledding at first–to the point that Nick began to wonder–worry–his asshole was being torn. Ripped. He gritted his teeth. Decided to grin and bear it.

Then it got easier, the fucking. And easier. And the cop’s big cock, while entering him, remained a big load, but it was manageable now. Pleasurable even.

“You moan a lot little girl,” the cop said at one point.

“I can…shut up,” a grimacing Nick offered.

“No. It’s OK.”

And the cop fucked him and fucked. His stamina in exact proportion to his size. In fact, it went on so long that Nick began to glance over now and then at this bedside clock. It was coming up now on 4:15.

“I won’t cum in you,” the cop announced.

“No, I…it’s OK. Go ahead.”

But just like that the cop had pulled out and now his sperm was raining down on Nick’s lower backside, like they were shooting a porn flick and this was the cumshot.

The rain seemed to last a long time–a big load–and afterwards the cop said, sounding a bit lost, “Now what do I do?”

“Get…a washcloth? Or a towel? From the…?”

Rather than dropping it on Nick’s back the cop, rather meekly, merely handed it to him with a “Here.” Meanwhile the cop’s plentiful cum was beginning to run down his hips, his sides.

“You came a tuzla escort lot,” Nick surmised, after rolling over into the sitting position, wet towel in hand.

“I’ve been saving it up. For you,” claimed the cop, who was beginning to get dressed.

This declaration brought a smile to Nick’s face. A big one. “Well I’m glad you did,” he declared. “You don’t have to leave already do you?”

“Get ready to leave,” was all he said. Or rather, how he put it.

Nick, the dried cum still on his backside, said, “I’ll fix you a drink.” And reluctantly, to Nick’s pleasure, the cop replied, “OK. One for the road.”

Nick pulled his panties on and headed downstairs. Now that the cop’s big cock was out of him he was getting a hard on. And he was glad to have something, however bikini-minimal, to cover it.

The cop was pulling on his gun belt when Nick brought the glass of vodka over. A short one. Two clear shots.

When the cop tasted it he winced. “What the fuck…?”

“Oh. It’s raspberry.”

The cop set the glass down and pushed it away. “No thanks. All yours.”

The cop had a gold band sunken into the flesh of his right ring finger. He pointed with another. “We should’ve done something about that when we were upstairs.”

Nick looked down at himself again. At his slanting erection in the colorful panty.

“Oh. No, it’s–“

“You didn’t get like that when I was fucking you did you?”

“No, I…It’s…Don’t worry about it,” Nick insisted.

“I would’ve stroked you while I was fucking you…”

Nick started to tell him it was all after the fact–this. But he held off…

Instead he said to his new friend, “So when can you come back?”

And the cop ran a hand through his full head of grey-flecked hair and said, “Dunno. Next week? Week after? I’ll let you know.”

“Yes, do,” Nick eagerly smiled, while keeping his distance.

“Gotta go.”

“Yeah.”

“Sexy panties?”

Nick was initially at a loss. What do I say? “Yes,” finally.

“And a bra. And stockings.”

Nick’s heart made an uptick…even before his lover gave his erection a squeeze in the silky microfiber covering, but not hiding it. “Yes! Sure!”

The cop looked back. “And if anybody ever asks…I was here doing a follow up on the robbery. Right?”

“Of course.”

Nick watched his lover drive away. He then went back in his kitchen and thought about masturbating into the glass in the sink. But no, he needed a shower. Could do that in the shower. He’d ride out the “down” period until mid-evening then text the cop on how great it was. How great he’d been…

Nick then spied the glass the cop had pushed away. Still filled with the raspberry vodka he’d rejected.

Nick swallowed it down. The future was looking bright.

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Disclaimer: all characters appearing in this story are fictional and are 18 or older.

Denise couldn’t help but smile while she was looking down into Larry’s eyes. He still had his tongue buried inside her pussy and his head tight between her thighs. It felt so good to be the focus of the pleasure. Their sex had been so vanilla, he would only go down on her on special occasions and usually it was understood that he would like it reciprocated with a blow job. Not only was this the wildest sex act they have had, due to the ring there was no expectation for her to do anything in return. *Denise. Your heart rate and breathing indicate that you have had a pleasurable experience. You are a man now and you have a wife. When you have a stressful day, remember the benefit of having a wife like Larry at home. Records show, socially, that a wife should be in tune to their husbands needs. As such you can expect much more gratification from Larry. Tell Larry that he was a good girl and he looks beautiful in his new clothes. Tell him that you are thankful for your afternoon delight and that you are ready for him to get started on dinner.*

Denise paused after the bliss of having an orgasm wore off. She suddenly felt the weirdness of getting a “blowjob” from Larry who was dressed up in her girliest clothes. Although it felt gross hearing what the ring wanted, she definitely did not want to suffer a 3rd consequence of the evening. “Larry, um that was, er… you were a good girl. You look uh… beautiful in your uh new clothes. Thank you for the um ‘blowjob’. I had a stressful day and that was… nice. I am ready for you to uh… start dinner” Denise struggled to get all the words out. It felt so foreign to say those things to Larry. *Larry. You have done a satisfactory job pleasing your husband. Good girl. You are unemployed and your husband is clearly the breadwinner. This makes you a housewife. As such your duties include cleaning, cooking, blowjobs, love making, keeping your appearance sexy for your husband, shopping, having babies, and raising your children. Since you already practiced your blowjobs it is time to get cooking. When your husband comes home they will want to have something to eat. Go into the kitchen and prepare a nice dinner for you and your husband. Make sure to clean as you go, Denise will not want a sloppy wife.*

Denise loosened her grip on Larry’s head and let him walk down the stairs. His heels clicked as he walked which was a strange sound to hear. She also got a good look at his full attire as he walked away. She could see the panty lines faintly through the dress. She was mixed with feeling disgusted seeing him like that while also feeling very relaxed from their activity. *Denise. There are more than just one way to relax after a long day at your taxing job. Alcohol is shown to encourage relaxation as such you are to have a beer. Men also find programming that reminds them of physicality to be entertaining and de-stressing. There is a professional basketball game tonight. You can watch that while enjoying the beer. This will help you to relax and be in a positive mood for your wife. Before you do that there is another task to complete. You need to take a shower. After a man has an orgasm he should wash to make sure he does not carry any unwanted smells. While you are in there, you are to use the trimmers and buzz your hair. This will help you keep a more masculine appearance.*

Denise was devastated. She had thought that the night would be fairly easy watching sports and drinking beer like one of the guys. She had momentarily forgot that this torture ring was forcefully changing her appearance. So far it had only been dumb stuff like boxers but this would be a long lasting augmentation. People at work would be asking her why she shaved her hair like that. It was just too much, she wouldn’t be made to do something that would have so much impact on her life. She bravely stated “I won’t cut my hair, go ahead and hurt me”. The ring shimmered red indicating failure. Several seconds passed and it was different from before. There were no signs the ring had caused her any pain. She stood up triumphantly when she heard a dish fall in the kitchen followed by what she can only describe as a shriek. She ran down the stairs to find Larry flailing on the floor. His dress had slid up during the writhing and she could see his full bulge in the pair of pink panties she used to frequently wear. Larry screamed “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING. I’M MAKING THE DINNER. PLEASE STOP. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. MAKE IT STOP. HELP ME DENISE!”

Denise was shocked to discover the ring had punished Larry for her disobedience. She was fully prepared to take the pain but seeing Larry writhe in pain was unbearable. She still loved him even though they were trapped in this twisted new life. *Denise. It will not stop unless you comply. A husband must protect their wife. Larry’s life depends on your obedience.* Denise’s eyes watered. She was going to have to mutilate her appearance and that meant going forward the ring would continue to be able to force her to do anything it wanted. But damn it she loved Larry and was not going to let him die for some hair and morals. maltepe escort She dashed to the bathroom and took the clippers. They buzzed as tears streamed down her face. As she cut, the screaming softened. Her locks of hair floated down to the ground one by one as she swept the device through her hair. Finally she had a buzzed look and a much more masculine demeanor. Larry’s screaming had subsided and all that was left was an image of defeat looking back at her from the mirror.

*Denise. As a man you have no need for such feature driven commodities like feminine hairstyles or frilly clothes. Having removed them from the picture, you are more fit for your husbandly duties. you are a man, whether you admitted it or not. Continue your tasks, your wife is making you a nice dinner. Good thing you didn’t get them killed.* Denise snarled toward the mirror. Her fury had built and there was nothing she could do about it. She forced herself to take a few breaths before turning the water on. *Denise. Make sure to use the mens brands. You wouldn’t want to smell girly looking like that. Failure to comply will be met with more severe correction.* It was a frustrating shower. She smelled weird as she applied the different liquids. There were no fruits or flowery scents. Instead there were sharp musky scents she once paired with memories of Larry. The warm water helped her to be less tense, but the joy of the shower would never be the same. Unsurprisingly the shower was much shorter without all the hair and all the product. Guess it was time to see what all the guys liked about sports. She shuddered thinking about how this would be what she did for fun now.

Denise put back on her clothes the ring had picked out and made her way downstairs. She was nervous about seeing Larry after that whole ordeal and with her new look. When she made eye contact with Larry as she passed the kitchen he could see right away the pain she had just pushed herself through. Larry set everything down and sprinted over to give her a hug. They embraced and both sobbed gently. Larry felt safe being held by Denise after having just been painfully used. Denise apologized profusely and swore she didn’t know that could happen. Larry just let Denise squeeze him and explained how he was so proud of her for saving him. She had given up something important for her and he promised he would be there for her through this hell. They broke off their hug as they both had a task outstanding that they would be corrected for if they wasted any more time. All they wanted to do was comfort each other but the rings would ensure their obedience.

Denise grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the couch and turned on the basketball game. Larry was busy in the kitchen. He decided he would make some pork chops, mashed potatoes, and vegetables since he knew how to do that. As he walked around the kitchen his heels would click and his dress would sway when he turned. He could feel the panties wrapped around his penis and balls. The smooth material actually felt good and he was sporting an erection strained by the tightness of the panties. The bra began to make his shoulders ache a bit and his back was stiff from the heels. He felt so awkward cooking in the attire. As he cooked, he thought about how Denise had sacrificed tonight in the wake of his cowardice. He was truly motivated to make her a special meal even though it was an assigned task. He thought about how making her happy would feel good because of all the care he was putting into the food.

Oh come on! That guy was open! How do you miss a shot when you’re that open?! Larry turned around and noticed Denise was getting into the game. He kind of chuckled because it was cute that she suddenly found it interesting after so many years of refusing to watch anything. It was weird, he was actually enjoying himself while cooking. He figured he might as well have a drink since Denise was, so he went to the fridge to grab a beer. When he got one in his hand his ring activated. *Larry. Wine would be more suitable for a woman cooking dinner. Pour yourself a glass of red.* Larry wanted the beer but he let it go and went to pour a glass of wine. His ring shimmered green. *Good girl Larry.* He didn’t really like wine but he did feel like it complimented his actions as a housewife. Larry plated the food for Denise and placed it on the table then made one for himself and set it and the wine down on the table as well.

“Denise. The uh dinner is ready. Can you come to the table?” Larry called out. Denise turned off the tv. She was actually bummed because she surprisingly wanted to see how it ended. She always harped that they should not watch TV while eating so she knew it needed to be off. She walked over to the table and her ring activated. *Denise. A husband should be chivalrous. Your wife has spent time cooking for you. You are to compliment them on the appearance of the food. You also must pull back their chair and push them back. Additionally you will be responsible for opening doors for them, introducing them at gatherings, or offering your jacket when it is cold outside.* Denise knew this was ataşehir escort probably an easy thing to do and the food did look good. “Larry, the food looks really good. Thank you for putting so much effort into our meal”. Larry blushed, he was really happy she said such nice things to him. It was nice after all the trauma of the day. Denise pulled Larry’s chair out and he sat down. She then pushed him back and went to sit down.

They began to eat and both were very happy with the quality of the meal. Denise had expected Larry to half ass it but it really showed that tried hard to make her a really good meal. Denise complimented it several times while they ate. *Larry. A housewife should show interest in their husband’s day. Talk to Denise about her day* Larry complied. “Denise, do you want to talk about how your day went?” She ran him through all the stresses and meetings that she had. He felt empathetic that she had so much on her plate. He felt guilty that before the rings he was not doing more to help her to have a more balanced home life. He had not done a good enough job taking care of her but today it actually felt good to make her a bigger priority. The two continued to chat about the small things during the day and it was truly a nice dinner in the midst of what felt like a hurricane. They had finished eating when the rings flashed green. *Denise. This is what you should be treated to after a long working day. You have a lovely housewife who will be taking care of you from now on. You are excused to watch the game until further notice.* Denise got up and went to watch the TV again. She was excited to be able to see how it ends.

*Larry. A good housewife will tidy up after dinner. You are to clean the dishes and make sure the kitchen is clean before going to the bathroom. Instructions will follow.* Larry did not want to know what was in store but he would be a fool to waste a punishment over some plates. He washed all the dishes and wiped down the table and the counters. It was awkward seeing Denise watching TV after dinner since that was his usual go to. Having to do all the work made him appreciate what Dennise had often done on his behalf. After everything was cleaned he went to the bathroom and waited while looking at his ring. It flashed green.

*Larry. You have learned how to maintain a clean house. A housewife like you will need to ensure it is clean and stays that way. The same is true for your body. You need to make sure that you remain appealing to your husband. This includes good hygiene, keeping your body hairless, and wearing perfume to make yourself desirable. Disrobe. You are to use the hair removing cream all over your body. Once concluded you must wash yourself. While showering you are to condition and wash your hair with the woman’s products in the shower. After you are dry you will apply the feminine deodorant and perfume to your body.*

Larry just started getting undressed with no resistance. He took off his heels, then slipped off his dress. He had a hard time getting his hands behind his back but after a bit of fumbling managed to unclasp his bra. He pulled down his panties and warmed up the water for the shower. He got in he started lathering his body in the hair removal cream at once. He hesitated when he got to his balls but the ring said completely hairless. After a few mins it began to burn a little but it was nothing compared to earlier. When the time was up he washed it off. He watched as all his hair started to slide off leaving him smooth all over. He then started to lather his hair in the conditioner. It smelled like flowers further reminding him of the womanhood he was being forced into. He washed his body and then his hair with the scented body washes and shampoos. It felt like he was barfed on by a meadow. He had never smelt this girly in his whole life. After he dried off he grabbed a rose shaped bottle of perfume and generously sprayed himself. Lastly he grabbed Denise’s old deodorant and put it on. He noticed how light it was and how he needed less now that he didn’t have any hair. He went to grab the clothes when the ring shimmered green and activated.

*Larry. You look and smell much more like a pretty little housewife now. Denise will no doubt appreciate the time you took to make yourself presentable. These clothes are unsuitable for your next task. Since you were a good girl today you will be rewarded. In a few minutes Denise will be tasked to take your virginity. You are a lucky girl. Since this is a special occasion you should look the part. There is a pink babydoll and thong set in the drawer with your lingerie. Get changed and wait in the bed for Denise* Larry started to hyperventilate. He was not quite sure how but it was abundantly evident Denise was going to have to fuck him. He remembered his writhing on the ground and snapped himself together so he wouldn’t have to repeat it.

He walked into the bedroom and found what the ring had said. He grabbed the thong. He remembered how he used to love it when Denise would wear this. It was so sexy how it highlighted her curves and presented her round ass. Now it would kadıköy escort be his curves and his ass that would be wrapped in this bubblegum pink sexed up outfit. He slid up the thong and guided his penis and balls into the small covering in the front. He nestled the back of the thong between his cheeks feeling completely exposed. He slid the baby doll over his body. It was extremely stimulating feeling the silky texture run across his hairless skin. He immediately got a boner but was too afraid to do anything about it.

So there he was on the bed: clean, doused in girly scents, and wearing a “fuck me” outfit. He had never felt so embarrassed, so humiliated, so emasculated, or so pretty. He blushed thinking about that last part.

Denise was captivated by the game. She didn’t even notice how long Larry had been in the bathroom. The home team was down by 2 with 30 seconds on the clock. The away team set up a game tying shot but somehow they missed. Come on! She shouted. The game is on the line! Somehow the away team rebounded with just 4 seconds left. They passed it towards the sideline past the 3 point line and heaved it. Denise held her breath as the ball soared. Just like that they sunk it as time expired. They had won! OH MY GOD! That was awesome! She jumped and shouted completely unaware of how much she enjoyed the end of the game.

Her ring flashed green. *Denise. It is unsurprising that you enjoyed that program. Men tend to be competitive and contact games like this stimulate them. Since you are a man and a husband it is encouraging to see you in your element. Larry is waiting for you upstairs for your last task of the day.* Denise was a bit red realizing that she did in fact have a good time drinking beer and watching sports. She was also nervous about this last task but equally wanted to get it over with. She was having flashbacks of going to find Larry upstairs in her clothes. She knew that something was going to happen and dreaded finding out.

Denise slowly pulled the door open revealing a very girly looking Larry wearing her sexy outfit. She gasped as she realized that the last task would no doubt be earth shattering for Larry. “Oh no” she slipped out. Larry wanted to crawl under a rock. He was fully exposed and now Denise would have to do something he couldn’t wrap his mind around. He had never thought in a million years what it would be like to have sex as a woman but now it was all he thought about. Denise is now the man which meant she was going to have her way with him shortly.

*Larry. You have done a good job making yourself a pretty little fuckable wife. It is time to position yourself to show Denise you are ready to be intimate. Get on all fours on the bed facing away from Denise. Lower your shoulders to the bed and arch your back. This will present your pussy as ready. Since you are still in training Denise will be fucking your ass. This will be sufficient to simulate your husband fucking your pussy.* Larry teared up a bit and looked over to Denise who was still shocked. He bowed his head and turned around. When he bent over and pointed his ass to the air the babydoll slid up revealing the thong, his full ass, and his hairlessness. Another gasp escaped Denise. She had cut her hair sure, but Larry was obviously having a much rougher transition.

*Denise. Larry has performed his duties as your wife today. He has earned a reward. You may enjoy running your hands along their body and teasing them. Larry has shaved to be more appealing to you. You should spare nothing when you tease, lick, and rub every part of his girly body. You are not permitted to cease until he screams for you to fuck him. As a man you must know how to get your wife in the mood. Experiment with your hands, mouth, anything you think will stimulate your wife. Larry is not permitted to move. Any voluntary movement will be met with correction. After Larry has sufficiently begged for you to fuck him. Gently remove the thong from his boi pussy by pulling it to the side. Do not remove Larry’s lingerie. You are to use the vibrating dildo, you once pressured yourself with, to bring him to orgasm. You will have completed this task when he ejaculates into his panties. As a husband you must reward your wife, and take care of their needs as well.*

Denise didn’t want to do this. She was grossed out about sticking a fake cock into his butt. She knew that Larry would suffer either way though. At least if she was doing it she could be gentle. She moved over to the bed and she towered over Larry in this position. It brought back memories of earlier when she felt so powerful getting a blowjob. Denise ran her hands along Larry’s ass. He whimpered as he braced for the rest. Denise ran her hands up and down his legs, tickling and teasing along the way. She rubbed his ass cheeks and ran her fingers along his asshole. Larry moaned. She was startled when he moaned. It made her feel good like the control was intoxicating. Emboldened she moved her hands down to his chest and pinched his nipples. He yelped and then moaned. She rubbed them and began grinding her body on his ass. Larry moaned loudly. “Do you like that slut?” Denise was shocked she had just said that. She was swept up in the moment and could only wait for Larry to respond. “Yes” He eked out. “Yes what?” Denise pushed. “Yes… um… daddy?” Larry nervously answered. “Thats right!” Denise asserted while giving his ass a big squeeze. She knew talking dirty would be part of getting Larry to be ready but she actually kind of liked being called daddy.

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The triplex we lived in had a basement that was separated into two sections. All three apartments had their own laundry chutes with an area to do the washing. Myrtle and Marie were sisters and lived on the lower floor. We were on the second floor with Helen and Scott across the hall from us. The three women were at least 50 years older than me but still very fit and nice looking. On days when my wife worked and I was off, I would do our laundry. One day I was emptying our clothes bin to sort the pile for washing. I looked into the chute next to ours and saw Helen’s skirt and pantyhose. I opened the door and discovered more panties and bras that she had worn. I had been masturbating into her stuff for awhile so I was hoping to find some more of her clothes to play with.

I also searched the two sister’s clothes bin for a chance at finding panties, bras or pantyhose. Myrtle and her sister Marie wore older women clothes like full size panties and camisoles. I even saw some girdles and nylon stockings. The girdles weren’t good for jacking in but they sure looked good on me. Our neighbor Helen had slippery nylon full brief panties that I loved to squirt my sperm into. Some days when I was the only one home, I would gather all the women’s clothes from both laundry chutes and take them upstairs and masturbate for hours wearing all their stuff. I shot so many cumloads into their intimates.

Sometimes the ladies would be in the basement putting their clothes in the washer and then go back upstairs. Before the washer could fill and get the stuff wet, I would pause the machines odunpazarı escort and quickly grab anything I could try on or squirt cum into. Many times if the underwear was already wet, I would pee into their panties and hose and put them back in the washer. I was so horny and out of control I would take their nylons and wrap a few pair around my cock then put one or two of each of the ladies panties on and jerk off. I covered my face with the most fragrant items to help my jacking. I even pushed a wet pair or two of pantyhose up into my asshole. My only mission was to ejaculate as hard and as much as I could into their stuff. It was my sneaky way of having them.

Of course after a few weeks the women started to discover the crotches of their underwear stained with semen. One morning when my wife was at work, they all approached me and wanted to know if I was masturbating into their underwear while donning their clothes. I was scared and just admitted that I was guilty and they all wanted to know more. They demanded to know why I was doing that. I explained even though I was married, and pumping multiple loads into my wife every day, I was still constantly horny. I had been masturbating using their panties while fantasying the load I was spraying was going into each woman’s belly.

I thought for sure I was busted and getting reported to the cops but I didn’t realize how horny these ladies had become. I learned later that Myrtle’s husband had died over 20 years ago and Marie had never been married. çifteler escort Helen told us that Scott had trouble with sex and could only get hard with other men. It had been awhile since she and Scott had done much together.

Myrtle said she wanted to see me doing it and took her panties off and handed them to me. The other two did the same and I was holding three pairs of warm soft granny panties in my hands. I brought them to my face and I almost lost it right there. I lowered my pants and showed them the pantyhose I was already wearing. All three wanted to touch my hard dick. Oohs and aahs were all I heard and I said we need to be careful because I’m already leaking. I pulled off the pantyhose and slid all three pairs of their panties on along with one of my wife’s. I started to rub and pump my nylon covered dick. Each of the ladies wanted to feel my hard cock and they took turns stroking it for me. I kissed each woman and Helen even pushed her fingers into my horny butthole. I started dribbling precum and piss as my cock kept leaking all over. I was pumped for a long time and each of the women placed their hands on my cock and my ass had multiple fingers slid inside it.

Helen was deep kissing me while Myrtle was stroking my dick. Marie was sliding her fingers into my ass now. I moaned that I was really close and finally squirted one of the biggest loads ever soaking all 4 pairs of panties. Marie rubbed her hands all over the cum soaked panties and licked the cum off her hands. She French kissed pendik escort me and we shared my fresh sperm.

Each one said they had fantasized having a young man fuck them. Each lady wanted me to pound their granny pussies hard and deep and finish inside their belly. Marie told us that her husband was interested in me blowing him and afterwards him fucking me. Marie told me Scott wanted to watch me fuck his wife while he would try to penetrate my asspussy.

The women also admitted they each had piss fantasies. Helen wore pantyhose everyday so she gave a dirty pair from her clothes bin to each lady. I helped each of them slide their pantyhose on. I made sure to push my fingers in each cunt and massage their g spot. They all leaned against the table and pulled their pantyhose up tight. Their slits were outlined with nylon and they started to dribble pee out of their hose and I bent over to lick all the wet nylon. They were all standing in wet support pantyhose and a bra watching me pump my cock while I was admiring their sexy bodies.

They wanted me to ejaculate again so I pulled my pantyhose down a bit and started pumping. Each woman took their turn to ride my hard cock against their wet pussy flaps. Each lady pulled their hose open enough for me to penetrate them. Eventually each one was begging me to finish inside them. I wanted to blow a load inside each cunt but I figured it would only be fair to let all of them take my impending load. I had them kneel in front of me and get ready for the coming mess. Even though I had just cum a few minutes ago I was ready to blow again. I worked my way up to my second orgasm and just splattered all three granny faces with a couple streams of warm sperm for each.

Helen dove right in and grabbed my dick and finished sucking and licking the rest from it. She turned and shared a kiss with Marie. These women were insatiable. I knew I would be in demand to flood each of their pussies.

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One of my more crazy experiences was with a guy I met online. We chatted for a little while and decided to meet down by the water. I have to admit that we hit it off pretty well from the start and the meeting ended with a passionate kiss. I could tell right then, he was as horny as I was.

We continued messaging more and more until we could meet again. We talked about everything and I started to realize he was a little on the kinky side. We somehow got onto the topic of him dressing up as a female and me being in charge. I had no idea what to think but part of me was curious and the other part still turned on by the last kiss and the chemistry we shared.

By the time we met again, things had gotten pretty crazy. That night he was to wear matching panties and bra under his clothing and prove it by showing me. I couldn’t believe it when he followed through! So many thoughts kepez escort swirled through my head, good and bad, yet I wanted to see how the date went. We had drinks and talked and the sexual tension grew. We eventually went back to my place where I decided, wtf, let’s have fun.

I could tell he was aroused by the fact I had him secretly wear panties and a bra out in public. I am not sure this is my kinda thing but I did love watching him squirm so I pushed on. It seemed the more he was embarrassed the more aroused he got.

Before you know it, he was stripped of his boy clothes and I had him in a cute skirt and top, nylons, heels (he had brought) and I was applying his makeup. To ensure he behaved and obeyed as promised, I took pics of him that I said I would post online should he back out now. (was never konyaaltı escort going to post them, but he didn’t know that. Hehehe). That is when Alexis was born.

At first, I had some fun with “Alexis”. Making her pose for pics, talk like a girl, even asking him how he would flirt with a guy if there was one were here. OMG it was so funny. He was so embarrassed and yet the more embarrassed he got the wetter I got. I would tease him as I slid my hand up his skirt to feel his raging hard-on, a sign he clearly loved being all girly for me. I told him that if he wanted to fuck me then he needed to get down on his knees. Once on his knees I placed a couple fingers on his lips and said, “Alexis, show me what a real man really likes. Show me you can be a good girl.” It took some encouragement but slowly his lips parted tepebaşı escort and he sucked my fingers and moaned like he was taking a cock. Fuck it was hot!! His painted lips sliding up and down my fingers. Watching the humiliation in his eyes. Seeing him accept his girly fate…it was intoxicating.

At that point I was too horny and needed to be fucked. I pushed Alexis back onto the bed, lifted her skirt and ripped down her panties. Her cock was so hard and it took no time to strip and jump onto it. I was so incredibly wet and she was clearly horny as hell. As I took that cock deep I teased him about how far Alexis was going to be pushed. I asked him over and over if he loved being a girl. I asked him if he would like to please a man as a girl and he denied it repeatedly and yet I could feel his cock twitch and grow in defiance. I dragged this on as long as I could until we both starting shaking and cuming together.

I cannot say what it was but the entire experience was so out of my comfort zone and yet it was so fucking hot. Part of me still wonders just how far I can push Alexis. Maybe she should learn how to really please like the sissy girl she wants to be… especially since I still have those pics of her. 😜

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Chapter 47

“I’ll be coming right over my pretty sissy! X” Lisa sent back feeling a little nervous, it was the only reason she hadn’t been over just yet. She was scared of what Marcy’s parents would say when their son came out as transgender, especially how they would look at her as it turned out she had been in on this all this time. It made her realise just what she had been putting Marcy through, nerves that had to be way worse than what she currently felt. Which in turn made her realise just how much of a selfish bitch she had been to her now sissy boyfriend.

She felt guilty, but she couldn’t undo what had been done and she certainly couldn’t just drop Marcy now in this difficult time. Linda had been very clear that she should be there for Marcy and give her as much support as she possibly could. Lisa felt obligated to do so, she still loved Marcy. Admittedly she loved her even more now that she was so feminine and submissive, but she felt bad that she had been partly responsible for it. She felt even worse about how she wished Marcy could stay this way forever, but she hoped that she could somehow redeem herself by being there for Marcy.

It had been a huge relief to get Marcy’s text, signalling that her sissy missed her. Clearly Marcy still loved her and the way she asked Lisa to bring her dildo filled the girl with high hopes, maybe they could build a relationship as mistress and sissy. Marcy definitely seemed eager judging from her text. One thing was certain though her sissy could never find out how she had known about John if that happened nothing would ever fix things between them, and maybe she deserved that, but she couldn’t stand the thought of losing her Marcy.

Putting on a straight face Lisa packed her things and left for Marcy’s house. She wasn’t sure how she should act, what she should do, but she guessed the easiest and best thing would be to just play has part as the dominant girlfriend. The part she liked so much, the part she was good at and the part she guessed Marcy by now also needed. She could and she would better herself, at least as a Domme Lisa vowed.

A short drive later Lisa pulled up in Marcy’s driveway, hiding her nerves behind a confident smile as she stepped out of the car. Her long blonde hair flowing freely over her back. She had opted for a form fitting black and white checkered skirt that reached her mid-thigh, a loose fitting black cropped t-shirt, a pair of sheer black stay up stockings which tops were decently covered by the skirt making them look like pantyhose, and a pair of white sneakers to finish her look. It was a bit of an alt grunge look, one Lisa always felt extremely comfortable in. the stockings were just a touch to make using her strapon easier. Walking up to the front door she rung the bell.

Mere seconds later Lisa got a text from Marcy reading. “The door’s unlocked, I’m up in my room. X” Lisa couldn’t help but smirk to herself, the little tease, she was just begging to be taken advantage of, which was something Lisa was more than happy to indulge in. Opening the door she made her way up to Marcy’s room, a little uneasy about John listening in on what she came here to discuss. She also didn’t want to give John any further video material on Marcy although at this point more or less blackmail probably hardly mattered. She wanted to shield Marcy at least a little, but she couldn’t let Marcy know she was aware of the camera’s.

Opening the door to Marcy’s room a big smile instantly spread across her face. Up on her satin sheeted bed Marcy was laying on her side, her soft pink silky bathrobe hanging slightly open, revealing hints of the soft teal frilly lingerie underneath. Marcy’s legs were wrapped in sheer teal stocking with a bright pink seam and tops, her makeup was looking immaculate. Her face looked slightly flushed and her eyes were filled with lust. It looked like Marcy was in more dire need to be taken advantage of than Lisa could have imagined.

“Hello Mistress Lisa, did you bring your strapon?” Marcy asked teasingly as she untied the rope holding her bathrobe closed while biting her bottom lip. She felt a little embarrassed acting like such a sex starved slut, but she needed a good lay and after how she had begged that bastard of a John nearly all of yesterday long doing it for an attractive girl she loved like Lisa was easy, fun even. Seeing Lisa’s somewhat shocked lust filled smile made Marcy’s heart flutter.

In the mean time John was smirking broadly behind his computer, he took great pride in how he had managed to over excite Marcy to the point of craving even more sex. He had seen it on her face when she woke up, the sissy was all flustered and the way she got ready for her girlfriend was just precious. John hadn’t known what Marcy had texted Lisa, but he had a good idea what his sissy was planning for judging from the position she chose to greet her girlfriend.

Hearing Lisa enter the room John had immediately fished his cock out of his boxers preparing for a nice jerk off session. Seeing Lisa fuck Marcy was his second favourite manavgat escort thing, he liked it nearly as much as he liked fucking the sissy himself. Their lesbian action was just so hot, it would be a shame to see that go when he claimed Marcy as his alone, but the prospect of a full time sex starved sissy housewife would be more than enough to compensate for that loss.

Walking up to the bed Lisa pulled Marcy in for a deep passionate kiss before surprising her sissy by pulling her up off the bed. “You look gorgeous sweety, just pure fuckable and I can’t wait to sink my strapon into that cute butt of yours, but I kind of want to try something a little kinkier. Why don’t we go a little more daring and head down stairs? I would love to fuck you in the living room, just the thought of doing it in a little more taboo place has me so hot.” Lisa offered, trying to move away from the cameras without letting Marcy know she knew.

It was a bit of a weird request, but if anything Lisa had definitely shown she was kinky. Marcy could see the added rush having sex in the living room could give although she had to admit it also made her feel a little awkward, would they fuck on the couch her parents sat on? That was just wrong, but then again, Lisa seemed to want it and he really didn’t want to object about being out of they eye of John’s camera’s. “That sounds amazing Mistress Lisa.” Marcy gushed as she slipped into a pair of her pink high heeled slippers, eagerly following Lisa out of her room and down the stairs, far from the camera’s that watched her every movement.

Back at his place John was cursing loudly. “That fucking bitch, who does she think she is taking my fun away like that?! Damnit this was probably one of the last times I could watch in as well, maybe on the weekend when Marcy’s parents are home. Oh that bitch will pay for this.” John raged, pissed that his jerk off session was so abruptly ended.

In his furry of being denied like that by Lisa, an idea suddenly hit him. He knew Lisa knew about the cameras so it was a deliberate action. Now he could be imagining things, but was she trying to protect Marcy? It was definitely an explanation and if he was right then maybe, just maybe he could use that to his advantage. A big grin spread across John’s face as he thought back to how desperate Marcy had been to protect her secret that she had ended up like the sissy she was now. He wondered how desperate Lisa would be to protect her sissy boyfriend once he took full control. Maybe he could get some favours out of her. Oh he couldn’t wait to find out, she might have denied him the pleasure of watching now, but she was going to pay him back tenfold. John licked his lips thinking about how to best take advantage of the pretty bitch that had been a thorn in his side for so long.

Buttoning his pants back up John started concocting a plan on how to deal with all his problems at once, if he succeeded it would be two for the price of one. He doubted Lisa would bend as easily as Marcy had, but if he played his cards right she might just bend to his will as well, after all she was too wrapped up in this all. If she really cared about her boyfriend as much as John thought then she’d probably feel really guilty right about now. Guilt he could use to his advantage.

Unaware of John’s plotting Lisa and Marcy had by now made their way down the stairs and into the living room. “Here we are Marcy, I’m loving this, why don’t you help me put on my cock so I can rail that cute ass of yours?” Lisa asked with a smiled giving Marcy another intense kiss as she patted her sissy on her bottom and took the big strapon out of her purse, handing it to her.

As embarrassing as it was Marcy actually got more turned on from Lisa’s dirty talk, god she really couldn’t wait to take her girlfriends strapon. Her possessive kiss and hand just made her heart flutter. When Marcy sunk down to her knees with the strapon in hand Lisa simply rolled her skirt up revealing her neatly trimmed pussy and the fact that she was wearing no panties and stockings.

Thrilled and without skipping a beat Marcy leaned forward and gave Lisa’s pussy a big tender kiss, followed by a slow lick right over her girlfriends wet slit, making her moan as her tongue stud flicked her clit. Marcy couldn’t help but giggle as she helped the strapon in position, helping Lisa put on her cock. After all John had put her through Marcy just wanted to have fun having sex her girlfriend. Sure being on the receiving end was still a bit embarrassing, but she had grown used to it. Done with putting the strapon in place Marcy expectantly looked up at Lisa as if waiting for an order.

This was amazing, Marcy’s eagerness to please paired with her passiveness, waiting to be told what to do gave Lisa such a thrill. It was obvious that Marcy needed a firm hand to guide her and Lisa was more than eager to be that firm hand. “There’s a good girl, why don’t you get up, drop that nighty and lean on the back of the couch so I can rail that alanya escort cute butt of yours?” Lisa asked in a sultry tone, her voice a bit heady from sheer arousal.

“Yes Mistress Lisa, as you wish.” Marcy obediently said, her caged cock leaking at the thought of how she was going to be fucked any minute now. Dropping her silk bathrobe the full extend of Marcy’s lingerie was revealed. The main colour was definitely teal, but there were a few pink accents to it, the seams on Marcy’s stockings, the way her pink cage stuck out of the front of the satin panties, although it barely peaked out at this point. Even her nipples stuck further out of their designated holes framed by pink lace petals. Marcy’s nipples were looking rather thick and swollen and Lisa could swear about a small hand full of flesh was filling her sissy bra cups. When Marcy bent over the back of the couch her panty covered bottom was on full display, a hole framed by pink lace petals just like the ones on her bra framing her butthole so removing them wouldn’t even be necessary.

“Mmm such a gorgeous sissy with such a fuckable butt. Mistress loves you Marcy.” Lisa exclaimed as she gently cupped one of Marcy’s buttocks before moving to the hole where curled her fingers under the flared crystal base of Marcy’s plug and pulled it out with a loud pop, giggling as Marcy couldn’t help but moan. The gaping hole looked so inviting as Lisa didn’t hesitate for a second, placing the silicone head of her cock against the opening before slowly sinking it in until her hips rested against Marcy’s buttocks, the wonderful sensation getting a moan out of them both.

Leaning over her sissy’s back, her strapon buried deep into her bottom Lisa gave the side of Marcy’s neck and whispered into her ear. “Do you like having Mistress’s cock up that cute sissy butt of yours?” She asked while a hand went underneath Marcy, searching out one of her exposed nipples and giving it a light pleasant pinch. She was trying her very best to be gentle, to make this as good as she possibly could for her sissy. She wanted Marcy to feel amazing she wanted Marcy to love getting fucked by her and not only because of the pleasure it brough her.

“Oh god yes Mistress Lisa, your cock feels amazing.” Marcy exclaimed with a gasp, blushing as it was a firm reminder just how cock hungry she was. The silicone strapon didn’t feel nearly as good as John’s cock did, but Lisa’s sensual touching and teasing was amazing, Marcy was definitely loving this a lot more than the way John treated her. Even if Lisa would treat her as badly she would still love it a lot more because of the simple fact that Lisa was so much prettier and attractive than her old neighbour.

“That’s good sissy, cause I love the way your butt feels around my cock.” Lisa whispered with another slight pinch this time to Marcy’s other nipple before getting upright. As she rose Lisa grabbed a firm hold of Marcy’s hip and slowly retracted her cock about half way out of Marcy’s bottom before slamming it back in hard deep and fast, a loud moan escaping her lips as Marcy herself was moaning and squirming continuously.

Unlike the way she rode John’s cock with the aim of getting off and getting John off as fast as possible. Lisa’s movements were slow and sensual. The ways she rolled her hips as she drove her strapon in and out of her bottom felt different and way better than the back and forth thrusts John gave her. It felt like Lisa was really working to please her as John only made her work to please him. Marcy was in heaven, filling her first condom only a few thrusts in once Lisa started picking up the pace.

“You really like your Mistress’s cock a whole lot don’t you Marcy, cumming this quickly you horny little sissy.” Lisa teased as she stopped for a moment her strapon buried in Marcy’s bottom to the hilt as she quickly changed out the condom and picked up the pace where she left off. It was a bit embarrassing to say the least, but in a good nearly thrilling way. Even after just finding relief she still enjoyed her time with Lisa opposed to how horrified she always felt after cumming from John’s cock.

Just like that their fuck fest carried on Lisa didn’t stop teasing and talking dirty as she made Marcy squirm and grasp the pillows on the couch out of sheer pleasure. God it felt so good. After about twenty minutes and about five more orgasms of Marcy Lisa ended up cumming herself straight up Marcy’s bottom, the feeling transfer of her strapon working wonders. She couldn’t help but think back to Chelsea, that girl really was a genius.

After taking a few minutes to come down from her high Lisa finally pulled out with a playful pat to Marcy’s bottom, replacing the plug once more. “That was amazing Marcy, I hope you had a good time as well.” Lisa said as she helped Marcy up, spinning her around and planting a deep passionate kiss right on her painted lips, her soaked strapon squeezed up between their stomachs.

It was a sentiment Marcy clearly shared as she had a loving kaş escort satisfied smile on her face, the post orgasm horror she felt from getting fucked by John didn’t hit her this time, instead she melted into her girlfriends arms and her tender passionate kiss. When the kiss broke Lisa managed to get a blush back on Marcy’s face however as she said. “Now Marcy why don’t you get down on your knees so I can feed you your cummies?”

While embarrassing Marcy didn’t hesitate, sinking down to her knees in front of her girlfriend as demanded. Getting her cum fed back to her after every fuck had become such a habit by now that she no longer questioned it. Lisa made it a little more embarrassing by emptying the contents all over her silicon cock as if to frost it. She just couldn’t resist it, and Marcy didn’t really complain, knowing what to do without words she wrapped her lips around Lisa’s strapon and sucked her cum off of it. The same process happened to the six other condoms before Lisa pulled Marcy back up and planted another kiss on her sissy’s lips, instantly making Marcy forget about the embarrassing way in which she was fed back her cum.

“So Marcy what would you like to do today, we could go to the mall, have some fun at CC’s, check out Chelsea’s store, head into the city, or we could just go for a quiet day in and watch some television, whatever you want I’m down for it. We’ll just have to keep an eye out for the time so we can get you changed in time for your parents coming home.” Lisa said carefully breaching the subject.

The notion of his up coming coming out made Marcy shudder involuntarily. After such a long time isolating herself from her parents and with how much she had changed already it was bound to be a huge shock. She had to do it though if she wanted to break free from John’s grip. It wouldn’t solve her problems, but it was a first step, being free to head down to her parents again she would also be able to spend more time away from the camera’s in her room.

Already under enough stress going out, especially to CC’s was the last thing Marcy wanted. “Uhm, I would like to stay inside for the day if that’s okay with you Mistress.” Marcy asked nervously. It brought a smile to Lisa’s face, even now Marcy looked like she needed her approval for her decision.

Letting go of Marcy Lisa walked off making Marcy panic, had she said or done something wrong? The panic faded however as Lisa made it onto the couch, making herself right at home she took the remote and pulled a blanket over her before lifting it up and patting the space next to her. “Well then what are you waiting for cuddle slut? Want to join me for a movie or what?” Lisa asked with a teasing smile, the worry on Marcy’s face instantly turning to a big smile as she minced over to the couch, moving in right next to her girlfriend as Lisa quickly pulled the blanked over her, pulling her in close like her little spoon.

It felt good just to be held as Marcy happily rested her head on her girlfriends shoulder as she picked a movie for them to watch. After the tough week she had had this was truly great. She was more than happy just laying in Lisa’s arms although she could feel a new tingle of arousal rise as Lisa’s strapon pressed against her back while her fingers gently played with one of her exposed nipples, it felt good and Marcy didn’t want it to stop, but over the course of the movie it had slowly built her arousal to the point where she needed to be taken care off once more, something Lisa was more than happy to help her sissy girlfriend out with.

Their entire day passed just like that spent between watching movies, fucking on the couch and grabbing the occasional snack and drink right until the late afternoon. With about an hour to go until Marcy’s parents would be coming home Lisa pulled a nervous Marcy up to her room again. “It was a lovely day spending time with you Marcy, but I’m afraid it’s about time to get ready.” Lisa spoke as Marcy finally had to really face what she was about to do. Although she knew it was for the best her nerves told her to back out, something which she would have surely done if it wasn’t for Lisa.

Lisa had insisted though, helping her change and coming up with a plan to orchestrate her coming out. It was clear she wasn’t about to let Marcy back out. Knowing it was for the best Marcy didn’t bother putting up a fight either, she needed to do this. If anything she was grateful for Lisa to be here to see her through this. It at least eased some of her nerves.

After the makeover Lisa gave her, Marcy ended up feeling slightly more confident. It helped her look normal again, or at least like a normal girl. Her excessive makeup had been replaced by a subtle hint of mascara and a little bit of lip gloss. Her frilly lingerie had been exchanged for one of her less excessive sets, a white satin thong with white lace trim, a matching bra, garter girdle and sheer black stockings without seam. It was then hidden by a pair of light denim ankle length skinny jeans and a simple black t-shirt with a V-shaped neck line. On her feet Marcy wore a pair of white sneakers. It felt good to look normal instead of as excessively girly as she had spent all week looking. At the same time it was quite embarrassing even in jeans and a t-shirt she looked decisively girly. All she could really hope was that this less extreme look would ease the shock of her parents a little.

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CHAPTER 1

It was a joke, and a good one. At 60 years old I was not an Adonis, but then I never had been. Middle aged spread. A bit of a beer belly. And yes, I admit, man boobs.

Christmas presents are for children. My wife and I buy what we want or need when we want or need it, providing we can afford it. And I don’t try to outguess her with clothes or jewellery. Instead we buy each other small, jokey things.

This Christmas morning, I opened my present to find a bra! A pretty lacey one. An insult! And a laugh!

“Come on,” she said, “I’ll help you.”

It took a bit of adjustment, but it actually fitted! She bought all my clothes because she said I have no taste, and frankly I didn’t care much what I wear. She liked me to look smart, and fair enough because she always looked good. And my boobs were actually big enough to fill small cups! I suspected a New Year’s resolution to diet was going to be made on my behalf.

There were some knickers as well. It was the funniest thing ever. And it didn’t actually feel bad.

We agreed that I would wear it under my clothes for lunch when our daughter and son-in-law came round, with their children of course. I would be in the obligatory Christmas jumper, so it wouldn’t show. To complete the joke, my wife would be wearing my underpants.

Lunch was good of course. We acted surprised at the presents our grandchildren had received, and thanked them for the handmade cards and little gifts. But we were so cheerful our daughter asked us what the big joke was. We said we were just happy to see them, which was not untrue.

When the Queen came on television, it was time for them to leave, and us to have our afternoon snooze. Thank heavens we don’t have to look after the children. Being grandparents is the best! We can’t snooze when we are at work, of course, but it is a Sunday and Christmas tradition after a big lunch and a small drink.

Now we were on our own, we changed into our slobby clothes. She has a sort of track suit and naps on the sofa. I just wear a T-shirt and underpants in bed for a couple of hours.

“Wait a second,” she said, and went and brought a nightdress. It was a bit large for her: a rare mistake, and something she should have returned, but sometimes you forget. No sleeves, lots of little blue flowers and a bit of lace. I took off the bra and put on the nightdress, which was just as comfortable as the T-shirt.

I woke up feeling really refreshed and went downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee. She was stirring on the sofa, so I offered her one. I had slightly forgotten I was in a nightdress.

She accepted her drink gratefully.

“You can wear it instead of pyjamas,” she remarked. “It’s just like a nightshirt, and if it’s comfortable it doesn’t matter that it has flowers on it.”

“Maybe,” I said.

On Boxing Day, we were rather at a loose end, so she got me to put on the bra and knickers again. I put on the nightdress. She said she would have liked me to put on a dress, but we knew they would be too small. However, I agreed to put on some tights.

She then spent at least half an hour making me up, while I watched the TV over her shoulder. She had a fun wig which she had rarely worn, but this went on me now. We went to look in the bedroom mirror, and laughed so hard we had to sit on the bed.

When we had recovered, she said “Actually you don’t look bad. I might do this again!”

CHAPTER 2

Christmas was followed by the January sales and she came home with bags looking pleased. A cup of coffee, then off to the bedroom to try something on. Eventually she called me, and I was pleased she did.

She had touched up her makeup and hair and was standing in a red set of underwear. Bra, panties, suspender belt and red patterned stockings. She looked great, and I told her honestly that she looked very sexy.

Not bad for 59 and two kids, I thought. I’m a lucky man.

“And these are for you,” she responded, pointing to the bed, where another set was laid out.

“No,” I said, laughing, but a bit uncomfortable. “Don’t be daft!”

“Go on,” she wheedled, “just for me. Don’t be a spoilsport!”

How could I refuse?

The first problem was that the bra was not big enough for my chest, but she had anticipated that and bought an elastic thing which added an inch or two at the back. The suspender belt had to go under my belly, and I was glad that I didn’t have to do up suspenders every day, as they are rather fiddly.

However, I was done, and we looked in the mirror. We smiled, but this time it did not seem funny. Silly, yes, but not funny ha ha. I looked ridiculous, of course. But there was a feeling I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

She was also not laughing as she had expected, and looked puzzled.

“You need makeup,” she said, so sat me down.

It was a bit boring, but at the same time I wasn’t bored. I was sort of relaxed. I don’t know. Let’s say I was neither annoyed nor amused, but on the positive side of feelings.

In the mirror I could see a ridiculous fat old man in sexy women’s underwear bodrum escort and makeup. But I didn’t laugh, and I wasn’t embarrassed. I sort of felt OK.

“Now the pièce de résistance,” she announced, and produced a maternity smock! It was pretty and pink, with plenty of room for my belly.

On it went. Now that WAS funny!

I walked around, sometimes holding my belly, sometimes putting my hand to my back.

“I think you’re about 7 months gone,” came the comment.

We hugged each other and laughed. We could still act daft!

“If only the kids could see me now,” I said, and she collapsed onto the bed giggling.

The humour sort of petered out and we looked at each other non-plussed.

“You can take it off, whenever you like,” she said. I said nothing.

“Or keep it on, of course.”

I took it off. And undressed completely. And went and washed my face. Fun over: back to normal.

CHAPTER 3

She had another surprise for me that evening. An actual men’s nightshirt. Plain blue with no lace, of course. I wore it all that week and it was OK. In the wash it went.

“How was it?” she asked.

“Fine,” I said.

“Shall I get you another?”

I hesitated. “No, I don’t think so.”

“So, back to pyjamas, then?”

“Yes, of course.”

That evening the nightdress was on the bed.

“Put it on,” she said. “You looked so disappointed when I said pyjamas. If it’s comfortable, that’s fine. Nobody’s going to see.”

I slept really well, all that week. But I was also thinking about bras, though I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t understand why I just thought it would be nice to put on a bra again. I wasn’t gay; I didn’t want to be a woman. I just thought it would be nice.

But what I thought of as “my” bras had been put away, or perhaps thrown away. I didn’t know and I didn’t ask.

CHAPTER 4

Sunday morning was time for our weekly lovemaking. Nothing outrageous. We each showered. Foreplay to get me up, plenty of lube, and taking her from behind as she bent over the bed. It had been a while since missionary position was practical with my belly, but we were both happy with what we did.

Afterwards, we cleaned up, and I was going to get dressed, when she said “Do me a favour.”

“Of course,” I said, mentally wondering about the garden, drains or tidying up some of my mess.

“Put on your red underwear,” she said, and produced the set from the sales.

“If you like,” I said cautiously, and with her help I did so.

She looked at me carefully. I don’t know what she was thinking.

“Makeup?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “Just a man in a dress for now,” and went and got my maternity smock and the wig.

She looked at me thoughtfully.

“How do you fancy a pub lunch for a change? It would save me cooking.”

“Er, yes,” I said, “but not like this!”

“Of course not, you silly! Now you just go and relax in your pretty clothes while I get ready, then we’ll get you back to your usual man state. Just enjoy the change!”

I think the word ‘nonplussed’ describes what I felt. I had never really understood what it meant before, and I couldn’t define it, but that was me.

So I did relax. I made a cup of tea, watched some TV and reflected that it was definitely better than gardening or the other chores I tended to get on Sunday. I didn’t know what was up, but I wouldn’t mind doing this every weekend.

She took as long as she usually does and came down in a casual top and slacks, with her hair and makeup done nicely of course. Just fine for Sunday lunch at the pub.

I went to the bedroom to change. I took off the wig and dress, but she stopped me taking off the rest.

“No keep it on. We’re going out in the same underwear!”

I started to protest, but she cut me short.

“No-one will know. You’ll be wearing a sweater, just like at the Christmas dinner. Go on, do it for me!”

I put on a T-shirt and sweater, my best jeans, and black socks over my stockings.

So in casual weekend clothes we went to the pub, where they do a rather good Sunday lunch. She kept smiling at me, and at one point leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially “I’m wearing sexy red underwear with stockings and suspenders!”

“Me too,” I whispered back and felt my face go red.

“When I rub my thighs, I can feel the suspenders,” she added in a hoarse sexy whisper.

I didn’t answer, but tried it, then hastily put my hands back on the table. This was definitely an experience! I hoped she was getting sufficient amusement out of it, because I wasn’t, though there was the thrill of the forbidden.

She was certainly cheerful as we went home, but didn’t want to talk about it.

“Nap time,” she said.

With well-filled belly I was ready for my Sunday afternoon snooze. She gave me a new nightdress, same as before but with pink flowers. Afterwards, she insisted I wore the bra and panties, but not the stockings and suspenders, and my smock. I guessed that weekend jobs were off the menu, fethiye escort which was good.

What was not so good was taking me to the bathroom to stand on the scales.

She also made me up in what she described as basic domestic style. I didn’t wear the wig, but continued until bedtime.

Dinner was just some sandwiches, which was fair enough as we had had a large lunch, and she obviously appreciated not cooking.

Then she explained.

“Now you have an idea of what women often do. Lots of them you will see in quite plain clothes are wearing sexy underwear. You don’t know but they do. They may have no-one to see them in it, but they still buy it. We can feel it sometimes: the lace, the nylon, the satin, and we can think about it at any time. It just makes us feel good. I hope you felt something of that.”

I muttered in a non-committal way.

“Oh, that’s a shame. I must have got things wrong. I’ve been reading up on the internet about men who like wearing women’s clothes, because I thought you did.” She paused and looked at me.

“Let’s get you out of these silly things, then. I’ll get rid of them, and I promise I will never ask you to put on a bra again!”

I don’t know what expression I made, but it made her laugh.

“I see! You look like a sad puppy who’s had his bone taken away. Oh, poor darling!”

She grabbed me and kissed me and hugged me.

“Let me tell you what I read. Apparently 15% of men do it at some time, so it is hardly unusual. They’re mostly not gay. They just like women’s clothes, especially underwear, in much the same way women do. They’re pretty, they can be a bit silly, they’re fun.”

“Now so long as you don’t run off with another man, it’s fine if you want to come home and relax in a bra and a dress. I shall enjoy going out with you sometimes knowing you’re wearing stockings and suspenders underneath. Oh yes, I read about this: it’s called underdressing. Fair enough, I suppose, for men to do the same as a lot of women. Perhaps there are other couples who wear the same underwear!”

“Well,” I said, somewhat hesitantly. “I could try it, if you like.”

I really wasn’t sure. I had just had this vague feeling. I had never thought about what she had just put in words, but now she had, perhaps it would be nice.

“I expect the novelty will wear off soon enough,” I added.

“Probably,” she answered with a little laugh. “By the way, did you enjoy your lunch? The food I mean, not just the experience.”

“Yes, it’s always good there. And the experience was something, too.”

“That’s good, because we won’t be going there again soon. And no more pub lunches at work. Your New Year’s Resolution is a diet.”

I had expected this, of course, and she was right.

“According to your BMI, you are obese and should lose about 30 pounds, that’s a couple of stones or 15 kilograms on our scale. Or 4 babies! But I don’t want you too skinny, and I think these ideal weights are a bit mean, so let’s say 10 kilograms. That should get you down to the stage where we can get you a nice dress that’s not for maternity. But just to encourage you, you can choose some nice item of underwear for every 2.5 kilograms.”

“I’ll be dieting, of course, so we can be a bit miserable together.”

I made the required comments that she did not need to diet, and she snorted and kissed me.

CHAPTER 5

On Monday she gave me a packed lunch, and had obviously contacted someone at work as my colleagues expressed commiseration. I think one of the women was ready to report if I went to the pub with some of the guys, or had something extra at my desk. That evening, I sat down to a rather small portion of mince and pasta with plenty of salad, dressed in my maternity dress and my first bra and knickers. I will draw a veil over the tedium of dieting, other than to say beer was also severely limited.

However, it had the desired effect and eventually the scales showed my first achievement.

“No what shall we get you?” she asked. “How about a nice underslip, or a silky nightdress?”

“A bra,” I said immediately.

“Why did I bother to ask? Well, I have had an idea, just come with me.”

We went to the spare bedroom, where she had her bras laid out. I didn’t realise she had so many — there were ten! Her idea was simple, but brilliant. Using an elastic extender at the back, I was able to try them all on. It was such a happy time. Of course, the straps needed adjusting, and they were a larger cup size than my man boobs, but the effect in the mirror was marvellous. I got to choose one!

“There’s a little bonus,” she said, producing a package with a flourish. “It’s a sports bra, which I think you could wear in the garden and probably under some of your regular clothes without showing. What do you think?”

I thought she was the best wife in the world. It wasn’t as pretty, but it was nice to feel that I had it on. I did a bit more gardening than I had in the past. I even wore it at night sometimes. I didn’t dare to wear marmaris escort it to work, but got into the habit of wearing panties there quite often.

At 5 kg I chose another bra, and she presented me with a bonus in the form of a satin nightdress, which looked and felt delicious.

At 7.5 kg my belly was well on the way out, but unfortunately so were my boobs. She remedied this with some silicone bra inserts which made the difference, so that the cups were actually filled.

10 kg was success and disappointment. Everyone said how well I looked and complimented me on sticking to a diet. However, my boobs were now really small. She said that there were many women this size, and I should not complain. She gave me a bra she had bought in AA cup. I was actually pleased that I could feel it directly on my nipples instead of just the silicone.

Then we went out to buy the first real reward. A sexy set in white lace: bra, panties, belt and stockings. The sort of thing a bride might wear. With the belt shortened and the bra extended, it fitted, and my belly did not overhang. In the mirror I looked wonderful!

We went out to a restaurant wearing my suit and a white shirt, with my new set underneath. I hardly noticed the food with the excitement and satisfaction. To be out in public as a man, with stockings and suspenders under my trousers and a bra under my shirt. Just perfect!

When we got home, we started to shed our outer clothes and I said “I hope my bra didn’t show. Did it?”

“Maybe,” she said. “Just a little…”

That was it: we were fucking on the bed, half-undressed! There was no foreplay, but somehow she had an orgasm, which was something that had not happened for a long time.

Having cleaned up we discussed what had happened and how much we had both enjoyed the evening. At bedtime I put on my nightdress, then took it off again. We slept naked together as we had in the early days of our marriage.

CHAPTER 6

Memory is a funny thing. It is not at all like a recording. It is a story you tell yourself over and over again, changing a little each time. It is perfectly possible to remember things that didn’t happen or mix two events together till you are sure they were the same. We each had different recollections and discussed or even argued about it so many times that I am not sure what happened, or if anything happened at all. However, this is how it seems to me.

The aim of the diet (apart from health) was to get me into a dress which was not for maternity wear. I am not sure if this was to please her or me, but it was the plan. As she had better taste and more experience, I left it to her, and looked forward to the surprise.

As it turned out she had three outfits: two dresses and a skirt and top. To be returned if not suitable. The one I liked immediately was a green sleeveless one with a pleated knee-length skirt flaring out. Oddly enough, she had got it by chance in a charity shop when delivering some things. With makeup, wig and underwear, I put it on. This is the point where our recollections don’t agree, but as far as I can make out, this is what seemed to happen.

I put on that dress, and immediately felt totally feminine. I was transformed — I WAS a woman.

But at the same time, I said something like “No, I don’t think so. Perhaps someone else would like it, so you should return it.”

(This is the point where we disagree most. I think I was quite vague. She insists I spoke in a very definite way as if I was being instructed. “This is not for me. It’s for someone else. It needs to go back.”)

And my wife said “But it’s perfect!”

But in that dress, I sort of understood myself, and dropped my doubts about what I had been doing. It was really all right for me to enjoy bras and other clothes. But I wasn’t a woman.

Stupidly, the thought flashed through my mind that if I kept the dress, I would become a woman! And I realised I wanted to feel LIKE a woman, but not BE a woman. And everything seemed right.

So I took it off.

“No not this one.”

She was puzzled. “But it seems fine. It’s from a charity shop, and they don’t do refunds. We can keep it in case you change your mind.”

We kept the others, but the next day I donated the green dress back to the shop.

CHAPTER 7

Whatever had happened we were both now clear and contented with my hobby. I was a man who liked women’s clothes at home. Especially underwear. And especially bras. And I soon had quite a wardrobe with more bras than my wife! I wasn’t gay or transgender, and I didn’t want to fool anyone that I was a woman. I liked being like a woman. And it was a bit of a thrill to go out ‘underdressed’. I pretty much always wore nice panties even at work, but was cautious with bras.

I persisted with the diet until I lost 15 kg, which pleased my doctor. Of course, a bit returned, but I am determined to keep it down.

Maybe it was an improvement in health, maybe it was the dressing, but we had sex more often, two or three times a week, which we reckoned was not bad at our age.

My man boobs had almost vanished. However, we got some silicone pretend breasts which are very realistic and filled my first bra. (I don’t wear that particular bra very often to keep it and the red set in good condition for sentimental reasons.) This became my standard cup size, and the weight was just right, so I had a dozen bras in different styles.

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*All characters are 18+*

“Fairfield Dance Costume Contest!

Next Friday 6-9 p.m.

Best Costume Wins a Grand Prize of $5,000

AND

ONE YEAR of FREE TUITION at Fairfield Community College!

Winner voted on BY the students!”

Melissa looked at the flyer she picked out of her son, Luke’s backpack. Five thousand dollars? Times were tough for the Cooper household. Melissa was a single mother who lived alone with her son Luke, in a small 2 bedroom apartment. The floors creaked and the faucets leaked, but it was the best she could do all alone. Her boyfriend walked out on her when he found out Meliisa was pregnant. “Scumbag,” Melissa would often mutter to herself when thinking of him, but there was no getting any sort of child support money out of him. He up and vanished from the small little town of Bakersfield they grew up in.

But this prize money? That could pay the rent and groceries for the Cooper’s for the next few months. Working two jobs, Melissa, was at her wits end trying to provide for Luke, her 18 year old son in his senior year. One job being a waitress at a small, shabby diner down the way. The other, being a “dancer,” of sorts on the weekend. Who was she kidding? Melissa knew full well she spent her weekend nights as a stripper down at a joint off route 19. This job she kept well hidden from Luke, though. Not wanting her only son and family to think of her in a negative light.

And could this be right? One year of free tuition? School didn’t mean much to Luke, but she wanted her son to go to college, and be set up well for the future, despite how he acted towards her.

Luke was a bit of a trouble maker, and didn’t really treat Melissa too well. Constantly talking back to her. Undermining her. Staying up late on school nights. Having friends over without asking. The list goes on. But the thing that drove her the craziest was how Luke refused to lift a finger to help around the house. Melissa would beg and plead for Luke to clean up after himself, take the garbage out, or vacuum their small apartment, which would take him 15 minutes max, but he always had some sort of an excuse. He also refused to get a job to help out with the bills. Even 15 hours a week at a minimum wage job would do so much for the two of them, but he had to “focus on school,” which was a joke with the grades Luke turned in.

This potential prize money was a God Send to Melissa. But would Luke be open to doing it? Melissa was sure he’d much rather spend his Friday night in his room smoking weed, or out with his no good hooligan friends. It is 7 p.m. Friday right now, and Luke was nowhere to be found. He hadn’t bothered texting her saying he’d be late coming home from school, or where he was going. She used to get worried about him, but this was such a common occurrence, she was sure he was just fine. Probably out with those friends of his, who always seemed to leer longingly at Melissa when they were at the apartment. She could feel their eyes on her every time she turned her back to them. Ugh. It disgusted Melissa. Melissa sat thinking what Luke could dress up as to secure first prize in the costume contest when her phone buzzed. It was a text from her friend Lisa asking if she could pick her up an energy drink from the store before she came in tonight. She also worked at Route 19’s Gentleman’s Club, and the two had become quite close friends over the past year of Melissa working there. “Sure,” Melissa texted back and headed for the door.

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Walking along the train tracks, Luke burped as he crushed the empty can of Budweisser and threw it over the small bridge leading out into the highway, not caring if that empty can would cause any damage to the cars driving below. He was with his two friends, Mark and Jacob, one of which was downing his can of Budweisser while the other was rolling a joint for the three of them to smoke. They were in a secluded enough area to not worry about any cops swooping in on them. It took them a while to find this spot, but when they did those few months back, they never looked back. Now they spent most nights here throughout the week, if they weren’t at Luke’s apartment playing video games.

“Oh my god, did you see Rebecca’s ass today?” Mark asked after crushing his can and tossing it off the bridge.

“It was insane!” Jacob said.

“It sure was,” Luke chimed in. “The things I’d do to her.”

“Oh, believe me Luke, I know. She can use my face as a seat cushion,” Mark said.

“You got that right,” said Luke. “You should’ve seen me today during lunch. I snuck up and slapped her ass in the crowd by the lunch line. She turned around all flustered and angry but couldn’t make out who slapped her. It was great! She had no choice but to turn back around and pretend like it didn’t happen.”

“That’s awesome!” the other two said in unison. This would often encompass most of their days. Slacking off in school. Talking about girls. Touching girls when they least suspected it. And ending their days smoking weed or alaçatı escort drinking beer if they could get their hands on it. They sometimes spent their nights at Luke’s house but he’d much rather be away from his mom. She was constantly bitching and moaning at him. Telling him to do this, do that. He was sick of it. He was a man and he wasn’t going to do any housework like a bitch. Next time that bitch nagged at him, he was going to give her a real piece of his mind, he thought.

After they were done smoking Jacob’s joint, he rummaged through his backpack and pulled out three cans of spray paint. “You guys down to do a little graffiti? Mark this place as our own?”

“Fuck yeah!” Luke and Mark reply, as they each take one can of spray paint.

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“A $5,000 cash prize?!” Lisa exclaimed, jumping up and down in her tiny orange g-string and matching top in the backroom. It complemented her olive complexion really well.

“Yes, Lisa, but it’s a bit of a pipe dream,” Melissa said, rolling up a pair of fishnet stockings. “Luke’s not going to want to be involved. He can care less about a school dance, and he can care less about the free tuition. And sure, he might think about doing it for the cash, but he’s way too lazy to put any sort of effort into a costume.”

“That son of yours is a real trip, Melissa. I don’t know how you put up with it. I sure as hell wouldn’t,” Lisa replied. That was easy for her to say Melissa thought. She had a son herself around the same age as Luke, but he was a straight A student, bound for college with scholarship money and grants, and from what Melissa heard, did everything he could around the house to help his mother out, who also worked two jobs to make ends meet. “You know if I were you, I wouldn’t give him much of a choice.”

Intrigued, Melissa replied, “You wouldn’t give him much of a choice? And how would you go about doing that?”

“Simple, I’d tell him he either takes this costume contest seriously or he’s out of the house. He’s 18 now, so you can kick him out. It’s not like he does much around the house anyway. In fact, from what you tell me, he doesn’t do anything! And he’s a big reason why it’s such a wreck in the first place.”

Melissa thought about it. Yeah, she guessed she could kick him out, but she would never. No matter how little he did, or how mean he was to her. Luke was still her little baby. She could still remember the bright, funny, peppy kid he used to be, even with him being the total opposite of that now.

“Lisa, that’s a great idea, but I couldn’t… He’s my little boy. I can’t just…”

“I’m going to stop you right there, Melissa. No one said you HAVE to throw him out of the house. You just have to make it seem like you would. And that little boy of yours isn’t so little anymore. And he grew up to be some real piece of work too. You told me how those two friends of his are always eyeing you up. Tell me, don’t you think Luke does the same to other girls he’s around? With the way he disrespects you, his own mother, I can only imagine how he treats other women.”

Melissa swallowed at that thought. His friends were true pigs, they really were. She could tell from the moment she met them. And if Luke hangs out with these boys… Well, he must share some similarities with them. She shuddered at the thought.

“Okay, say I do hit him with that ultimatum. Who’s to say he doesn’t call my bluff and refuse? And who’s to say he doesn’t just walk out and stay with one of his friends. I don’t want to lose him, Lisa. I can’t…” Melissa says, as tears start to well up in her eyes.

“Shh… there, there Melissa,” Lisa says, rubbing her friends back. An evil grin appeared on her face. “Sometimes you’ve got to show a little bit of tough love to show someone you care. And that Luke of yours needs a whole lot of it. And as for your little concern, I think I have a solution, though it is a little unorthodox.”

“What do you suggest?” Melissa asks sniffling.

Lisa fishes into her bag and pulls out a small pink silicone device. “Ever heard of a chastity cage?”

“Chastity cage? You don’t mean…”

“Oh yes I do, Melissa! You lock up his little member and he will do anything you say! A lot of women use this with their significant others. It makes them more submissive, and keeps their sex drive at a high at all times. But it doesn’t have to be used sexually. It could be used as a punishment as well! And this is more than a fitting punishment for that unruly son of yours.”

This was all so much for Melissa. In theory, it made sense, but was she really going to lock her son’s penis in that cage? He’d hate her for it! May never forgive her! And she tried telling Lisa as much, but she wasn’t having it.

“Listen, girl, I’m sorry to tell you this but your son is a misogynistic, lazy asshole, who does nothing with his life except smoke weed and disrespect women. That $5,000 will do so much for you, and locking your son up may urla escort be the only way he agrees to put his best foot forward for the costume contest. Plus, with him locked up, you can start teaching him some manners and the right way to treat others, especially women. Man, if he could only live as a woman for a day or two, his attitude would change… drastically… Wait a second, Melissa, I think I have the perfect idea on not only how to win that costume contest, but how to change your son’s view on life forever.”

Intrigued, Melissa leaned in to listen close as her phone rang.

“Hmm, a random number. Let me take this real quick, Lisa. Don’t go anywhere.”

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Melissa sat patiently with her legs crossed on her couch facing the door. It was now 2:30 a.m. and her son still wasn’t home. She was furious with him. Earlier before hitting the floor at work she received a call from a concerned parent of a girl at his school named Rebecca. Apparently someone has been sneaking grabs at this student in crowds and the only common occurrence throughout all these exchanges was that Luke was in the vicinity. When Rebecca got home today, she broke down in front of her mother and cried. She says she can’t say it’s Luke for sure, but that he’s such a creep, and he hangs out with even bigger creeps, and that he always seems to be around her when it happens. Rebecca’s mother was holding back tears in the call, “Now, I am not going to outright tell you your son is doing this, because we just don’t know, and Rebecca can’t say for sure, but please talk to your son, and make sure he knows what is and isn’t an appropriate thing to do with other girls his age. That sort of thing isn’t a prank and it can cause a lot of harm.” Melissa profusely apologized that this happened to her daughter. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was afraid her son was responsible for this. Melissa said she’ll have a long talk with her son and if he did do this, would be punished severely.

There was a rustling at the door, as a drunk Luke stumbled into the apartment living room, holding the wall for balance. He looked up to see his mother sitting on the couch staring in his direction.

“Oh, hey mom. What ‘chu doing up?” He slurs out.

“Luke Vincent Cooper. What on EARTH are you doing out this late?” Melissa said, trying not to let out all of her pent up anger and energy. She’d need it if she was going to do what she planned on doing.

“Get off my back, bitch,” Luke said, still slurring his words and stumbling toward his bedroom with his hand on the wall to guide him. “Leave me alone. I want to sleep.”

“Leave you alone? Not without an explanation. Where were you all night?! And what’s this I hear about what happened with Rebecca at school??”

“Oh yeah, that hot little thing,” Luke says, “I copped a feel of her ass today… again!” Luke said laughing in his drunken state, not caring or even realizing he was saying such inappropriate things to his own mother.

“You did WHAT?!” Melissa said standing up. She couldn’t believe her son was speaking to her with such little care. How little did he think of women? How little did he think of her as his mother?

“You heard me bitch. And who cares, she’s a slut. She probably liked it anyway.”

Melissa was up and on her son in a flash. Grabbing him by the ear and dragging him to his room. Luke wasn’t a particularly big man at all. In fact, he was quite small compared to the average guy. He was 5 foot 6 and 130 pounds. But Melissa was quite small herself at just 5 foot 4 and 120 pounds. Still, she was surprised with how effortlessly she was able to drag Luke to his bedroom. He must’ve been really drunk, she thought.

“What are you doing, bitch,” he mumbled, but he was powerless. Luke drank quite a bit tonight and it was taking its toll on him. In a flash, Melissa whipped down her son’s pants, underwear and all and attached the small pink device to his member, locking it with a key. That woke Luke up a bit. “What are you doing, Mom?!” he shouted. Still very much drunk but a bit more aware of the current predicament he was in.

“Teaching you a lesson, Luke. I’m sorry it’s come to this, but I will not have my own flesh and blood treat me like trash. And I most certainly won’t have him treating other women like trash.” Melissa slipped the key into her pocket and walked toward the door. “Now, Luke, honey, try to get a good night’s rest. We have a long week ahead of us… especially you. Things are going to really start changing around here.”

The amount of alcohol Luke had consumed really tuckered him out. He couldn’t even move from his bed. All he could do was let out a, “You fucking bitch,” to his mother.

“Now, now, honey… We’re going to fix that potty mouth of yours right up. Anyways, goodnight! There will be instructions left on your door in the morning. You MUST complete them if you want me to take that little cage off of your cock in a week.” With that she slammed karşıyaka escort his door, and locked him in.

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“Ugh,” Luke groaned as he was coming to. The sun was shining through his window and into his eyes, as the headache took over him. “I drank way too much last night,” Luke thought. “How’d I even get home?” Luke rolled out of bed and almost tripped over himself when he noticed the unthinkable. His pants and underwear were around his ankles and some sort of pink cage was encasing his dick. Then it came flooding back to him. His bitch of a mother did this to him. He doesn’t remember exactly what had happened but he knows his mother had said something to him and he wasn’t having it. Luke pulled his pants up and made his way to the door where he saw a note:

“Good morning, sunshine! Before we start with your chores today you will go into the bathroom and shave every part of your body from below your head. And when I say every part, I mean EVERY part. Then use my shampoo and soap to clean that disgusting body of yours and apply my lotion when finished. I will leave your outfit for the day on the bed. You WILL wear that outfit and you WILL NOT give me any fuss about it. Remember, baby, I hold the key to your little problem down there. Emphasis on little ;).”

Luke was fuming. Shave his body like some fag? No freaking way. He tried to open his bedroom door to confront his mother, but the knob wouldn’t turn. “Locked,” he muttered to himself.

“MOM! Open this damn door right now and take this thing off me!” Luke shouted to no reply. “I’m being serious woman. Open this door right now!” Still no reply. Luke looked down at his predicament and was suddenly aware of how fucked he was. His mother held all the cards right now. All he could do was play along until he figured out where the key was. He felt an uneasy feeling in his penis, realizing he had to pee, but not exactly sure how. “Okay, Mom, I’m sorry,” he said through the door. “I’ll do what you ask, but why are you doing this to me? You have to at least tell me that. And how the heck am I supposed to use the bathroom with this thing on.”

“I’m doing this to you because you treat myself and other women like garbage. And that’s not okay. Not in the slightest. I heard about what you did to Rebecca. You ARE going to learn how to act like a respectable human being. And that is going to start with you taking care of yourself. No more days without showers and leaving your shit everywhere. Now go and do as I asked. And peeing is easy sweetheart. All you have to do is sit down on the toilet. It’s no big deal. Us women do it all the time.”

Fuck, how did she find out about Rebecca. Is that what all this is about? Whatever, he’ll just shower and shave. The hair will grow back eventually. He’ll just make sure he wears pants around his friends so they don’t give him shit for it. Luke made his way into the bathroom that connected his and his mother’s room. He tried her door. Locked too, of course. Luke guessed there was no getting out of this. Luke grabbed the pink razor and made his way into the shower.

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“Oh my god, this is going to be so great,” Melissa thought to herself. As soon as she heard the shower start running she ran into Luke’s bedroom and quickly laid out the outfit she had gotten him. She had told Lisa all about the phone call she had received about what Luke did to Rebecca, and she was rightfully disgusted. Lisa then clued her in on her idea to feminize Luke. It would put him in the shoes of a woman, and might teach him a thing or two about what women have to deal with on a day to day basis. Melissa was all for this idea.

The plan Lisa had was simple enough. Run Luke through a bit of a “fast course” training regimen to turn him into an obedient girl, to not only try to fix that nasty loser attitude of his, but to prepare him for the costume party, where he will then use all his training to dress and act as a woman. The specifics of what costume he would wear had not been decided that night, but they agreed any girly costume Luke were to dress in would be sure to win him the prize when it’s revealed who he actually is. Melissa acknowledged Luke wouldn’t go along with this without some motivation, which is why she had to figure out a way to put that chastity cage on him. Luckily the perfect situation arose last night, with Luke stumbling into the house drunk.

The outfit Lisa helped Melissa pick out for her soon to be daughter was something else. It was a very scandalous, pink maids outfit they found in the wardrobe section of their gentleman’s club. It was an extremely small costume that would be perfect for him to wear to the costume contest, if it wasn’t so short. The bottom of the dress ended in frills and wouldn’t even go halfway down Melissa’s ass, so she knew it would barely cover any of her son’s tush. “But not to worry my lovely son of mine, “I’ll be sure you have plenty of coverage,” Melissa thought to herself as she placed a tiny pink laced thong on top of the short dress, giggling to herself. She also laid out a blonde pigtailed wig, dainty white gloves, fishnet stockings, and a tiny pink headband to match. To top it all off she put down a pair of pink 6 inch heels she also found in the wardrobe. It was the biggest size she could find, so even if it’s a little too small, he’ll just have to make it work.

Mommy’s New Daughter Pt. 01 yazısı ilk önce 7ty.club üzerinde ortaya çıktı.

Treasure Cunt

Mutant John is naked. He has lost weight, and is more toned. I seek a scar on his chest, but the surgery on his heart was via keyhole, so there is nothing beneath the grey-black mat of hair across his broad chest.

His cock, however, does sport recent injury. It is softer now but not inert. The reduced erection means that where there were many individual marks on the shaft, now there is merely a general redness. He screamed a lot, which made me chew him more. I did not draw blood, not quite anyway.

I still wear my clothes, such as they are. I am warm inside them, and from time-to-time Mutant John will squeeze me so my scent gusts out. He inhales it with the same intensity I inhaled smoke from the joint.

I feel solid, yet freely adrift in the summer afternoon that filters through the conservatory into the living room. My feet buzz, even as they are planted solidly on the worn carpet, which was once black but these days teeters on the edge of being grey.

“Go on,” Mutant John says.

He stares at me, as if I am the fix he now needs. I welcome this intense attention, which feels like sunshine. He has muted the music, to help me concentrate.

I turn and look around the room.

He has hidden the other four joints around the house. My job is to find them, and to accommodate Mutant John as I search. A clue to the nature of his accommodation is the generous lathering of lube he has applied to my pussy, mixing with what’s left of the ice block to leave me wet and slick. I wiggle my prepared opening, which seems to hum delightedly in anticipation.

Mutant John’s living room has one armchair and another sofa. There’s a telly in the corner on the same scale as a Stonehenge monolith, and a lot of books on a variety of subjects, all non-fiction, although there is no overarching theme that I can make out. The room has a second-hand bookshop smell — old paper rich with history, stories not garish enough to make the headlines but no less urgent for that, and arcane knowledge.

I nose through the books, although I doubt the first spliff will hidden there. I see a book on car maintenance, a stack of music magazines, and a biography of Martin Luther King. Bending over, I reach for a small box nestling between a leather-bound tome that turns out to be the collected works of Shakespeare and another, smaller but older volume. I squint at the embossed lettering, and as I realise it’s The Book of Thoth by Aleister Crowley, Mutant John lifts my skirt and slips his cock into me.

I have been ready all morning, and the ease of penetration alsancak escort is almost a worry — have I been fucked so much I am slack? But no, the familiar tightening around Mutant John’s cock, the strange ache in my core, the hunger for more than any human can ever give lets me know that I’m relaxed and ready. It’s like having the real pussy I’ve always dreamed of, wet and ready and fertile.

I have not moved, or even responded to the presence of a man’s hard cock inside me. I am still gazing at the Crowley volume, suddenly eager to know the great magician’s thoughts on the intricacies of the Egyptian Tarot, so I can bicker with Mutant John about it later. From these factoids I will improvise an argument based on other things I have read, a knack for spinning narratives, and the influence of drugs.

I like being fucked in this matter-of-fact way, like an animal tupped on the open plains of the small living room. I decide not to make a sound, even as Mutant John gradually eases most of the way out, tickling me inside beautifully, and then… Ohhhhhhhh… Slowly… God… slides back in again…

He has not taken hold of me, and simply inserted himself with the smooth efficiency of an industrial robot. I try not to make a sound, even as I flex my rose around him, but muffle a soft gulp as he pulls partly out and leaves himself stoking me just inside my opening. Keeping my breath even, I open the box between the two books.

Finding the liquorish paper joint inside, I allow myself a satisfied ‘Hm’, and part straighten, so my upper body is at a ninety-degree angle to my legs. Popping the joint between my lips, I see that the box also contains the Zippo. I don’t have Mutant John’s dexterity, but I get the thing lit, then suffer a dope-induced jag of panic at the joint’s proximity to all this dry paper. My main concern is that my hair will burn off.

I back onto Mutant John, but he is an immovable object and I merely achieve a deeper penetration. It stops me moving, this time with pleasure.

“Stand up, Kelly.”

I straighten with him still inside me. The angle is slightly awkward, but altered consciousness helps alleviate it, and the psychic pleasure of perusing a bookshelf while smoking dope and being fucked eases away such pedestrian concerns. I notice that my little skirt is only lifted at the back, so my front is still covered. Anyone looking at us would think Mutant John is simply standing very close, while not wearing anything.

I think of his raw cock inside me, and the bornova escort trust it represents creates another shivering rush of pleasure. There are no barriers to divide my sex from his, with only my hot interior to absorb the imminent gush.

He puts his hands on my shoulders. It feels friendly and relaxing, his big palms resting gently on the warm plastic of the jacket. The jacket’s design is a biker chick leatherette style. It hints at rebellion, but is this girl’s defiance the precursor to allowing a different kind of domination?

I think it probably is.

Mutant John kisses my neck, just below the ear, one of the femme spaces revealed by my little black bob. Mutant John moves inside me, his shaft right the way in and my rose fully open to accommodate him. I am breathless — with desire, smoke, and the subtle exertions required to maintain a sexual encounter like this.

He puts his arms around me, wrapping them across my breasts, and holds me tight.

“Beautiful girl,” he sighs in my ear, that deep, plummy-but-dangerous voice a seduction all of its own.

I smoke, and the room shifts as though time and space have loosened their tight grip on each other. I wait for them to steady. They kind of do, but my feet are full of electricity as my heart skips with exhilarating disregard for everything.

I remember that Mutant John called me a beautiful girl.

“Yes,” I say, my voice absent-minded.

“Bend over.”

I obey, and slowly he begins to slide in and out more regularly. I wet my finger, put out the joint and slip it into my pocket with the Zippo. As Mutant John gets stuck in more deeply, I pull the poppers from my other pocket, take several hits, and relax into the quiet rhythm of being fucked hard, then harder, then…

Oh bollocks — I need to pee.

I try to ignore it, because Mutant John is entering that inspired phase where he will wring me like a terrier with a rat and I don’t want to interrupt him, but… Dammit! I have drunk a lot of Jack Daniels and Coke, and have so far got away with not breaking the seal. Now a reckoning has become due, and I am finding it increasingly hard to focus on this splendid shafting. If he carries on I will spray his books and he’ll never get the wrinkles out of the paper. I also worry that pissing on the Crowley book will engage a curse, and the face and body hair I’ve lasered off will grow back ten times as thick. Rationally, I know this outcome is unlikely, because if Crowley had been that good at magic he’d have been a lot gaziemir escort more successful during his time on Earth. However, I am way down Mutant John’s marijuana-inspired yellow brick road and in no condition to appease my own irrationality.

“Gotta go wee,” I say, my voice apologetic but insistent.

His big frame stiffens, and I wonder if he will tell me to go ahead and piss right there, carpet be buggered. However, I know from experience how hard it is to get the smell out, and Mutant John clearly has his own version of being house proud. I wonder if he’ll come quickly, but he eases out and lightly spanks my bottom as I straighten.

“This way,” he says, and takes my hand.

We cross the hallway to the bathroom, which is a decent size and lined with white tile gone delicate with age. The grout is grey, but there’s no mould anywhere. The bath is a proper old claw-foot stand-alone beast, which Mutant John probably inherited from the previous owner. A shower curtain obscures all but the lower section. A chunky sink stands by a throne-like toilet with a heavy wood seat. Beside the toilet is a complex-looking bidet from the same era, whenever that was.

The window is open, and birdsong overlays the distant whispery groan of traffic. The bathroom window at this time of day is a rectangle of glowing gold.

I lower the toilet seat, and notice that Mutant John is still in the bathroom with me. Realising he wants to watch, I sit and pull my skirt up. If I’m in a rush, I’ll sometimes stand although I don’t really like to. Now, though, I have all day and night, so I perch thoughtfully as scalding percolated booze drains out of me.

Mutant John watches me piss, his expression fixed, yet non-committal. His cock, which is half a metre from my face, pulses.

I have no problem with social pissing — indeed, find it rather delightful. I wonder if Mutant John wants to put his cock back in my mouth, but he makes no move, which is a relief as I am very aware of where it has just been.

I reach for the toilet paper, which is hanging the correct way (new sheet presented foremost, not hanging against the wall, dammit), but Mutant John puts his hand over mine. Gripping my arms in their warm PCV, he gently pulls me up, lifts my skirt, and slips Big Clit into his mouth.

I moan at the unexpected engulfment. The sweetness of his determination as he sucks off the drips and gives the rest a thorough licking weakens my already unsteady legs until I almost sit down again.

Instead, he straightens and glances towards the bath.

“I’ve got a surprise in there for you, Kelly.”

“Can I see?” I ask, my voice dreamy.

“Not yet. You’ve made me realise I need a slash as well.”

I nod and go to move aside, but his hand on my breast stops me.

“Bend over, Kelly.”

“But where are you going to piss?” I say, still rather out of it.

“In you, pretty girl.”

…To be continued

Mary-Jane Avatar Pt. 04 yazısı ilk önce 7ty.club üzerinde ortaya çıktı.

The story is largely above board, I believe, but since it involves someone (willingly) taking a drug at a college party and then getting railed (consensually) six ways from Sunday, I just wanted to state that up front to keep anyone from having bad vibes.

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“First one’s free,” the dragonwoman said. She held one wing like a trench coat over her voluptuous body, while the other was extended, revealing pouches and pockets full of pill bottles. Some looked like legit pharmaceuticals, others were in fun shapes and obviously the product of an enterprising chem student and a home lab. There was Felyne, of course, but he also recognised Bov-Nine, DrakeTonic, Bunnilin, Gobolium, and even a few containers of the designer favourite YoursElf. A dozen ways to transform his body, all for the low low price of free.

“No thanks,” Milo said, trying not to sound like the protagonist of a DARE cartoon and failing completely. “I like the way I am.”

“Suit yourself,” she replied, rolling her golden eyes and tucking her wing back over her body. Milo hurried out of the little tunnel and back into the sunlight. The conversation lingered in his mind long after she’d disappeared from the corner of his eye. Was the answer he’d given truly right? Was he happy with himself?

He was asking some variation of this question ever since Metamorphix released their discovery of the programmable genetic matrix into the public domain. The realization that human DNA was not only uniquely malleable but the process of transformation could be easy and cheap had upended civilization. Or at least, made things a bit more interesting. Politicians, being mostly out-of-touch old people, passed laws prohibiting most forms of morphic drugs unless specifically prescribed by a doctor. And god was it hard to get a prescription for turning into an 8 foot tall oni girl.

That was also the catch with morphics. While the form was determined by the individual drug, the shape that form would take was dependent on a dozen hidden factors, resulting in the potential for what scientists called “gender fuckery”. You could never tell what parts and what feelings you’d end up with when you dosed. Some men looking to become hot werewolf guys had no problems, whereas some ladies seeking to spice up their bedroom life by turning into a cowgirl…well, let’s just say there was a bit of a bull in a china shop situation.

His phone chirped. The lock screen preview of the message said: Hey fucko, where are you at?

Milo let out an exasperated breath. He was only going to this stupid party because Darren had asked him to, and now he had the gall to act impatient.

On my way, cool your ass

Some of the spice in the message was just generic male banter, but he might have let a little of his own emotions leak through the text. He had so much to do this semester, so many classes, so many hours he had to log. Milo really didn’t have time to go socialize. Especially not with a bunch of dudes his age. There was a disconnect there that he just couldn’t put his finger on. A lot of guys were too aggressive, too domineering, too…guy-ish for him to fit in. Especially ones who permadosed on morphics and ended up as burly orcs or hotheaded demons. He much preferred the company of his female friends, or better yet, a night in with a nice book.

The get-together was being held off campus, as all the cool parties tended to be. Close to a student bookstore run by a sarcastic racoongirl and just before you reach the independent theatre sat a tall, thin house. One of a dozen that had once been identical, but over the decades they’d diverged as each owner dealt with the damage that catering to college kids accumulates over time. Walls painted and repainted, doors fixed and broken into then fixed again. An endless procession of window panes leaving not a single hint of intact glass from its original construction. The one Milo was looking for had a big bench covered in empties and pizza boxes.

“Ugh.”

Ambling up the wooden steps, he knocked a single time before a green hand yanked the open.

“Milo! Thank fuck, good to see you buddy,” the creature in front of him said. Standing two metres tall and sporting dark green skin, Milo had never seen this person before in his life. At least, he thought so. But the cleft chin, the jaw, and the slightly crooked smile…

“Darren?” he ventured. The orc nodded, then pulled him into the house. Milo nearly tripped on a pile of shoes at the door, but his friend’s new powerful arms kept him on his feet. He tried not to read anything into the sudden butterflies in his stomach at being so easily manhandled. His whole demeanour had changed. Darren of old had a slight nebbish quality to his mannerisms and voice. This was a proud, bold version of the same man. Was that a part of the transformation too?

“Glad you could make it! C’mon, you gotta try some of this shit out.” Before he could ask what “this shit” was, he was being led further down the corridor. He didim escort barely had time to take his own shoes off before being pulled into the kitchen. Three people, all monstrous and gorgeous, gathered around a plastic tray of snacks.

“Who’s this?” a manticore girl asked, her fat tail slapping gently against the kitchen counter in an unconscious rhythm.

“Looks like fresh meat,” a catcutie said, licking their lips in a thoroughly disconcerting way. Especially when Milo noticed the pointed teeth that tongue slid past.

Darren patted him on the shoulder. “This is Milo! He’s never tried morphics before.”

Milo’s eyes went wide. Why everyone was non-human suddenly made sense. His friend had dragged him to a friggin’ morph party!

The third person, a creature with a snake-like lower body, hissed out a laugh. “Wow. Jumping into the deep end right away! Respect.”

He had two options. He could say what he wanted to say, that he had no plan on ever taking morphics and that he was dragged here under false pretenses…and dissolve into a puddle of social anxiety. Or…

“I guess so,” he mumbled out, looking over the tray of snacks. Each was a different baked good, with no visual indication of what product lay within. That was the whole gimmick of morph parties: going at random to unleash the creature within.

“Are they safe?” he asked, not expecting an actual answer.

But the snake girl surprised him. “Perfectly. Morphics like these offer powerful transformations but burn out of your system quickly. 24 hours or less you’ll be 100% human again. I’m a teratochemistry major, I know the basics.”

He picked up a cookie. Peanut flavoured, judging by the smell. “And there’s no way to tell what I’ll turn into?”

Darren slapped him on the back with his meaty orcish hand. “That’s what makes it so fun!”

He mumbled a brief thank you and shuffled over to an empty corner of the room, staring at the morphic edible. Was this really something he was going to try? This was all just so fast…

“You alright?” Darren asked. He’d broken away from the small ground to stand at Milo’s shoulder. The play at comical bravado has melted away, leaving only a voice of concern.

“It’s a bit much. Why did you even invite me here? I don’t know anyone…”

“Because you’re a ball of stress, my guy. I’ve seen you bust your ass for months without a break! I wanted to try to get you out of your comfort zone, try something new. And I figured you wouldn’t come if I made it clear what kind of get-together this was. I’m not gonna force you to try anything, nobody can. But…transforming can feel *really* good. Trust me on this.”

He gave another weak affirmation, eyes still locked on the cookie. Looking closely, he could actually see a little bit of the baked-in active ingredient. It looked like edible confetti; morphics all looked alike when baked into food. If he wanted to find out, he’d have to try it.

After all: what was the worst that could happen?

He took a single, tentative bite. It tasted like cookie alright. Another, and another. It was a really good cookie. Not too hard, not too soft. A decent chewy peanut butter cookie with just a hint of something *else*. Hard to verbalize what the other flavour was, but there was no mistaking another active ingredient beyond the sugar and the butter. Before he knew it, he’d had it polished off and was licking his fingers. Whelp, he thought, here goes nothing.

The first strange sensation he detected was a gentle tingling of the extremities. He held his hand at eye level. No visible shifting in the colour of his skin, no fluff or scales. But perhaps it was too soon.

“How fast is it supposed to happen?” he asked, but Darren had been whisked off somewhere. Suddenly he was alone.

The tingling intensified, becoming impossible to ignore. He felt every bit of his skin, the presence of his clothes a constant presence rather than a blissfully ignored reality. Every moment they were on him was another thing dragging away his attention. Keeping him from focusing. He had to get them off.

Thankfully he found the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. Some of the doors were locked, with noises ranging from conversations to…other things indicating they were occupied. He entered the closest evidently empty room and started peeling off his shirt. The relief of not having to deal with that nagging scraping on his torso was soon replaced with another emotion: shock. Because as he looked to inspect his now topless form, he found two bumps around his nipples that hadn’t been there before.

“Wha?” he asked, voice cracking as he spoke. He poked one protrusion with a finger. The flesh was beyond sensitive, and he had to catch himself to keep from falling over. Not only was he growing breasts, but they were far more sensitive than they had ever been. And they were growing with each heartbeat. Whatever kind of monster he was becoming, it was one with tits.

His buca escort lower half chafed the same way his upper half did. Somewhat more sheepishly, he yanked off his pants and felt around. A slowly growing nodule on his lower back grew outward and down, fluffing and stretching until it dangled over a foot. Unconcious reflex made it swish back and forth against his inquisitive touch, confirming that he had indeed grown a tail. A sound like microphone feedback made him clutch his ears. But instead of reaching for the side of his head, he grasped at a pair of fluffy points that parted his hair at the top. Ears. Specifically, dog ears.

It was all too much. Sensory overload. He couldn’t tell what he even looked like Milo took stock in front of the bedroom’s large dresser mirror, poking and prodding around his changing body for clues. Canine features, clearly. Rather than become a terrifyng werewolf, he’d come something closer to ‘person with animalistic traits’. There was a word in Japanese for that, but he couldn’t remember it.

Another body-wracking wave of transformation slammed into him. This time, instead of his extremities and skin, he felt the changes deeper. Like it was in his bones. He felt himself fill out, flesh pushing out from his gangly frame and forming curved shapes. He also found himself closer to the ground. Once easily over 6′, his eye level dropped maybe half a foot. In the mirror, all the changes became obvious. He was changing into some kind of chubby doggirl…but he was a guy! Something had clearly gone wrong!

The transformations were rippling through him now. No longer singular spikes, they ebbed and rose like tides of metamorphic bliss. He felt himself shrink further, reducing down in more ways than one. Feeling an impossible tingling between his legs, he felt his cock fully recede into his body, replaced with a yawning slit that made him shiver to the touch.

Pussy. He had a pussy. Milo knew he should feel emasculated. But none of the rage or shame that he assumed he would find reached him. Instead, all there was to feel was a new, bubbling desire. His hand’s mission slowly turned from diagnostic to stimulation. He probed and stroked every new shape and crevice of this strange new organ, exploring a battery of new sensations like a platter of those delectable morphic desserts. He stared at the hot doggirl in the mirror and frigged himself to the sight.

“What have we here?” a voice said, instantly breaking the spell. Milo’s eyes became as wide as dog bowls. He leapt for the comforter of the bed, covering his thick new form.

“It’s not…I-It’s not what it looks like!” he tried, the excuse sounding weak even to him. He looked to the door, where a huge, burly werewolf boy stood with his shoulder pressed into the open doorway. Fuck, he thought, how come he got to turn into a hot monster guy? His massive frame made him nearly have to tilt himself to the side to fit in through the doorframe. Rather than cute, diminutive ears like he’d gotten, he was a full on lycanthrope. Red, devilish eyes peered down at Milo from behind a snouted mouth full of jagged teeth.

“That’d be interesting,” he said with a snort, “Because it looks to me like a bitch in heat so lost in her hole that she forgot to close the door.”

Already blushing, the realization that he’d been masturbating in an open room made Milo turn scarlet. That word though. *Bitch*. He suppressed the urge to squirm in place, but there was no denying the dampness growing between those thick thighs.

“Oh god. I’m sorry, this…this is my first time with morphics. It’s all so…”

“Overwhelming? Yeah, I get that. Well let me help you take care of one source of distraction.” He slid into the bedroom and pulled the door closed behind him. His massive hands dwarfed the tiny doorknob, forcing him to squeeze it between his thumb and forefinger. Even in his lust-addled state, Milo managed to grasp for excuses.

“N-no…I’m not…I mean, I’m actually a guy…”

The wolfman snorted. “I don’t care that you think you are. I could smell your pheromones from the other end of the house. You’re in heat.”

Another urge to squirm, but this time he couldn’t resist it.

“That’s not…ngh…not true!”

His tormenter wasn’t convinced. As he removed his belt, he asked, “What’s your name, slut?”

A flicker of spine. “Milo. M-My name is Milo.”

“Wrong. That’s a terrible name for a dog. Your name is…let’s say, Molly,” he said. Before Milo could deny this, the man pulled down his pants to reveal a throbbing bulge in his boxers. The mere hint of an erect cock shortcircuited the freshly minted dogbrain. “Like what you see, Molly?”

“Hhh, not, you can’t just…” the words came out half mumbled. A bright pink tip poked out from the boxers. What was a werewolf’s cock like?

“Sorry, I didn’t hear that,” he said with relish, mouth a cave of daggers pointed straight at Milo. He gripped the thick package barely contained çeşme escort by the fabric. “Only bitches get to touch my fat fucking cock. So I ask again, slut. What’s your name?”

“Molly.”

Molly didn’t even realize she was saying the word before it left her mouth. All at once, an enormous burden fell off her shoulders. The need to maintain the pretense that she didn’t want this dissolved in the heat of her own desire. She let the comforter slide to the floor, revealing her obscenely curvy new body shape.

She got another laugh, but the real reward came when his boxers hit the ground. Between his legs stood a strangely shaped cock, tapered at the tip with a huge, flared bulge of flesh near the hilt. Knots, she had once heard them called. Her mouth watered at the sight.

“Good slut.”

He approached, showing just how tall he was. Easily a foot taller than her, he practically towered over her supine form. Long, frightening fingers reached down and slid inside her slit for a moment. She gasped. It felt different from when she was playing with herself. He withdrew his hand to eyeline, showing off the clear glaze of her own pussyjuices in the light.

“And what are you, Molly? Here’s a hint: it starts with B, and it’s not ‘Boy.'”

She didn’t know what had come over her. Though not a virgin, Molly had never been known for being all that interested in casual sex. But as the morphics pulsed through her veins, her old frigidity and nervousness melted. Her lip quivered as these new feelings bubbled up to the surface.

“B-bitch…” she whispered, shuddering.

“I couldn’t hear that.” Driving the knife in. What a bastard!

“I said I’m a bitch!” Molly squeaked, almost in a parody of defiance. If he wanted her to submit, she wasn’t going to be demure about it. He gave her a sly grin in response, nodded once, then pushed the glistening finger to her lips. Without thinking, she let it in, tasting her pussy for the first time.

“Then quit wasting my time. Get on all fours and present yourself.”

Thus commanded, Molly obeyed. She climbed onto the bed and shoved out her ass into the air with her face pressed into the mattress. Somehow, being unable to see this stranger made it seem even more depraved. This wasn’t lovemaking. This was fucking. She was moments away from fucking someone she didn’t even know the name of.

She inhaled sharply at his first touch. But it was just a finger again. It slid around her lower lips, making slow circles around her needy hole and driving her into a heated frenzy. She wasn’t subtle about her feelings either. The shuddering and quiet noises became desperate whimpers and thrusts back against his hand, only for his fingers to with withdraw at the last moment.

“You want it bad, don’t you?”

Flustered, she gave him what she thought he wanted. “Y-yes! Please…”

“Please what?” he asked. His hands found her hips.

“Please…please fuck me!”

With a laugh, he complied. She could feel just the tip of his massive wolfcock press against her entrance, which was enough for her brain to get a little fuzzy.

“Gonna go slowly. Not just to tease you, course I’m gonna do that too. But you seem pretty new to this ‘being a slut’ thing. First time with a pussy?”

Molly nodded. For some reason, she felt a little ashamed at the admission. She’d had sex before, as a guy. But for some reason she wasn’t going to examine deeply, this felt different. More ‘real’. Before any potential self-discovery based revelations could be reached, however, her thoughts were scattered to the four winds as the tapered tip of an enormous werewolf cock slid inside her.

“Aaah~” was about all she could manage at that point, her fingernails digging into the sheets. “So…so big!”

“Darling,” he said with an audible grin, “It’s barely in.”

As he pressed himself inside, Molly realized he wasn’t exaggerating. Inch after inch slid in, and yet there were seemingly always more inches to go. What’s more, the girth increased with each insertion, stretching out her new favourite hole and ruining her chance of having a realistic perception of the average dick size forever.

“Nnngh~ There’s…so much…I can’t…” she stammered, breathless.

“Shh…” he said softly, running a clawed hand through her hair with gentle strokes. Being petted was far more relaxing than it should have been, and Molly relaxed instead of instinctually fighting against the width currently pressing her lower lips apart. “We’ll teach you how to be a good fuckhole yet, won’t we?”

Something primal about the action made her tension dissolve. She relaxed her muscles and let the wolfman’s length slide in and out without resistance. Or rather, with minimal squeezing. It was impossible for his fat cock to not stretch her a little. But by keeping her relaxed, he was able to use her properly. Her breath caught as his hands wandered back to her hips, this time gripping her tight.

“Oooh~” she cooed. He was just so strong. So dominant and confident. And there was just so much of him! She could feel something huge press against her entrance. But nothing that big could fit inside…could it?

“Yeah, that’s the knot. But I doubt you’re ready for it,” he said, pressing gently against her folds. “I’ll have to save something for later. For now, you can just enjoy getting creamed.”

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