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By: TheGreyKnight



You must worship this cock tonight. 

When you kneel before it, when it is shoved in your throat, it must become your world. I did not spend so much time making you mine, training you from nothing, to have you struggle with this. You give excellent head, but that is not what this about. But since you seem to be struggling with the distinction between a wonderful, deep experience and getting some guy off—you're going to have to be taught.

My cock is a gift and you are lucky to receive it. To feel my hands on your shoulders, guiding you down with a gentle push. Look me in the eyes--always in the eyes--unless I tell you not to. I want to see them sparkle, shutter and tear up. I want you to use your eyes to tell me everything I need to know while having this power over you. When two people know each other as well as we do, a look will say everything that needs to be said.

Put your hands on my jeans and slide them across my legs, my thighs. I know you're a greedy little slut for the main course, and I'm eager to feed you, but this an exercise in patience. Do you understand that? Do you know the power you hold at this moment as you are on your knees? Don't waste it ever again. Rake your fingers over my denim covered thighs, press your palms into my thighs. Brush you hands up and down and tease me in ways I cannot readily anticipate. And just when I think I can't take it anymore undo the fly and pull the zipper down.

And unwrap your gift. 

Inhale. Breath in that scent that only I offer you as you pry the pants off me. Do it quickly because this is where I have to strain to not grab your hair. The sudden realization that this is happening is reinforced by the cold air hitting me, the eagerness of confined movements. So bring the jeans to my ankles and, because you know it is exquisite torture, take your time with my skin. 

Yes, I'm well aware I just told you to hurry up, but that's all impulse and for some other time. Tonight, tease me. Stroke the inside of my thighs before raking your fingers up and down them. Tug meaningfully on my underwear before planting a hot kiss on my cock through the fabric. Let me feel your lips and breath. Go ahead, give my ass a little squeeze as you moan. Let me know you want it.

Suck on it. Run your fingers between the elastic band and my flesh. You can do what you want here as long as it's enthusiastic. Dig those fingers into my ass or give it a little spank. Rip my boxers off so quick I can't withhold the moan. Fake me out and tug them down half an inch before stopping, teasing me again.. 

Just put everything you have into it. This is the ego-stroking portion of tonight's activity, before we get to the main course. Whatever I know about you, whatever complications arise, every fear and issue I have; they have all vanished in a puff of smoke when you do this.

No pressure.

Now stop teasing me. Let me kick out of the shackles around my feet so you may worship. Move your hands in unpredictable patterns over my chest, my back, my ass. Show me you love the whole of me as you bring your mouth in closer and closer. Let me feel that breath right on me. Make me shutter and gasp. 

I know you want me in your mouth, and I appreciate the patience you've exhibited tonight, but my body is an orchestra. Play it and force me to make music for you. Bring down my stoic shield in this moment as you take absolute power away from me with a gentle kiss to my pelvis. Give it a little nibble. Now give me a bite, wherever you please.

Use that mouth. It's still not time for the feast, but that shouldn't stop you from biting me, shaving me with your teeth. I want licks and kisses all over the front, lower half of my body. Move rapidly, and decisively. Move just like I do when I'm forcing you down for a harsh fuck; without hesitation or mercy. 

When you feel my hands on the back of your head, or running through your hair, keep going. I'm not steering this ship just yet. After all, if I really just wanted to take your throat I'd have made that known. Now keep up the interest, the little teases and loving pressure. Stroke that ego, slut.

No hands between your thighs. Not tonight. Keep them on me, keep the focus as you look me in the eyes and make little circles around me, kissing and stroking as you go. Do you see it? Do you see my cock throbbing as I grit my teeth and lock my lower jaw? It's because you're driving me crazier than I anticipated. You're showing me how much you want me.

Now suck. 

Open your mouth and take in just the tip of it. Suck hard. Harder than you ever have before. Inhale to the deepest parts of your diaphragm and tighten those lips around the tip of me. You have no idea how much this hurts, how good it feels and how it makes me present, here, in this moment with you.

After all the teasing and everything else that made me feel like a God; you're now the only thing in my world. I couldn't tell you the time or the day of the week and -- if you did it right -- I wouldn't even remember your name.

Feel my hands tighten through your hair. No, I'm not going to shove myself down your throat. Not yet, anyway. I'm just losing my ability to sit there and take it. This is a good sign. Start slurping my cock down your mouth with little pulls of your lips. 

Let me climb into you at your own pace as you drink me down your throat. Stop, when it feels comfortable, and give me a little lick. Bring your hands up and tickle my balls or take your fingers and jab them like little knives into my ass. I warn you, though, you should only do that if you want me to shove a few inches into you at once.

Start bobbing. Show me that you want to please me above anything else. Keep that neck stiff and strong as you move, back and forth, over my cock. Mouth open wide, throat opening up. I don't really care if you can fit the whole of me easily down, give it a little effort. You don't need to gag for me, just strain as you work me, fidget with those motions until you're taking as much of me down as you can. 

Look me in the eyes as you do and show me that you love it.

You're the most beautiful woman in the world to me. Sometimes I wonder how I can do anything but tell you as much while kissing your cheek. Some days I just want to worship you. But right at this moment you're the creature who is dedicated to sucking this hard cock. So keep eye contact and stay focused on my blue eyes no matter the cost. I want to see that face and your eyes as I side in and out.

Rock me harder. Push me over the edge with your hunger. Do whatever you have to because I'm close now. Fuck me with your mouth, your lips and tongue. Watch the sweat drip off my chest as my eyes focus on you with unmitigated desire. You are my toy. You are my goddess. Now take some pleasure as I tilt my head back and give you my gift.

Three waves of hot cum shoot out of me.

I want you to swallow it all, and you know the punishment if you do not. It must not be easy at the moment as I'm shouting out your name, insults and anything else that can come to the tip of my tongue.

My cock continues to spasm inside your mouth, twitching rapidly as your reward spews out. Oh, my hands on the back of your head are not just there for comfort now. I push you down as I push my hips forward. I need you to keep drinking even as I struggle to remain standing.

But this night of worship isn't over yet. So I keep my fingers clinched through your hair as begin to pull you towards me. Up and down, close enough to the base so that you let out a little squeal. Can you feel how much you serve me? How much I need you? Not even being allowed a moment of relief or fresh air before you're on to your next blow job?

You need some respite, so I pull out once I'm cleaned off. I demand you stick out your tongue and show me you took it all down your throat. Be a good girl and show off that clean tongue before you smile. I want you to enjoy it as much as I did. And as soon as you do I have to pick you up with a strong pull and bring you up to your feet so I can kiss you on the lips. 

Wrestle with me. Push and Pull. Lets bite each others flesh, I want you to feel my cock grow again and press against you, just from that moment of kissing and stroking. No, you don't have to be a slut or a toy or an object to make me want you. I can get this aroused by you just from your lips. It's the woman, not the actions, that make me his hot and hard.

Later on I'll tell you that it's your face and words that do this to me. When it's over and we are close in the bible black of night. But for now? Now I'm just going to wrap my hand around yours ass and squeeze, bringing you up in the air until you lift your legs around me. I'm going to carry you back to bed, kissing you as we go. Biting you on the neck and digging my nails into your panties.

When we get to the edge I toss you down and hope for a little scream or shriek. Can you blame me? It makes a man feel like a man. Like the monster who has you. 

But I'm not jumping atop you. Tonight is about worship of my cock as I told you before. You need to show how much you love it in a very different way. So don't struggle too much when I spin you around and tilt your head over the side of the mattress and demand open your mouth.

Play with your nipples for me. I don't care if it's through shirt and bra or if they're naked. I want them tweaked and pinched as you ready for me to push into your mouth.

I push my head against your lips and I want you to press them against me as a kiss. Suck me, open your mouth and stroke your tongue over me. "Open wide," I say and without warning I shove into you as hard as I can. I know you can take it all, my darling, but I love how you struggle a little bit at the start. Like it's just too much for you to handle before you do.

Brush your cheeks against my hands when I put them against you. I want to feel the warmth and I love the connection of my palms on your face. Be a good little slut and lay still. Feel my cock pulse and push down you. Let the whole of it fill your throat. Wrap around it and brace yourself for thrust after thrust. We just finished off, and you're going to need to prove how much you want it to push me over.

But your face can't hold my weight so I have to shift my hands do your hips. Yeah, I'm going to bend over you and push in even harder. I was only fucking your face like it was a strained from behind position - now I'm going to move in and out of your like it's missionary on a hard surface with your legs tethered open. No restraints, no limits and caring about nothing but my pleasure.

Can you even taste my pre-cum so soon after swallowing? Can you concentrate on the way I taste at all when I am nothing but grunts and screams and sweat. Nothing but my cock invading your mouth over and over again. 

It's only when you tighten your throat for the last time, that your hands find my hips and guide me to shunt into you faster, with shorter strokes, so you can tickle and please the tip of my cock beyond anything I can resist that I feel it building up again.

I pull out and cum all over your beautiful with a growl so deep that it's only the monster that you bring out of me crying out.

Later, when you've rested your head against my chest long enough and I've played with your damp hair I promise that tomorrow will be a night of devotion for you. In the darkness, only know you are smiling because of the muscles in your face tensing against my skin. 

And I question, as I do from time to time, how I got so lucky to find you.

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Basketball



It was my senior year playing women's basketball at a State College. My name is Lindy Clarke and I was one of the starting five. 

We were a good team, but a little short to excel in the conference playoff tournament--just suburban girls having a good time. We all could dribble, and pass and play defense, but we were outmatched in spite of our athleticism and good coaching.

I am blond and five foot seven--too short to play forward, but I did anyway. We had only one girl over 6 feet tall. 

We had played the other teams throughout the year and beaten only one of them. City College is exactly what it sounds-- not so good academically, but with big tall, fast players. Thankfully, we only play them if we beat our first rival, which is an all women's school with a reputation for lesbians. 

As far as I knew, we didn't have any lesbians on our team. That was a source of pride for us, because many of us were religious girls, from typical suburban families. None of us were comfortable with the stereotype that women athletes get. I think we all want to have the house with the white picket fence, kids and a husband.

Our Head Coach JoAnn Wagner, for example, is happily married. Her assistant Coach Bryan Lynch was a top professional male basketball prospect who had a drinking problem. He really should have made the pros, but that is too late now. 

We rode three loaded minivans to the hotel Friday afternoon in early Spring. Each coach had to drive a vehicle. We were excited to travel to the tournament, but we feared defeat and getting stuck in the consolation game. 

I was staying in a room with Lucy, Wyla, and Raelynn. Each room had two queen beds, so we stayed four to a room, plus the coaches each got their own room. 

Raelynn is a country girl who is a great shooter. Everybody knows her boyfriend drove up and is getting a separate room at the hotel. She jokes that they copulate like rabbits, except before a big game.

Our game with Women's College was to start at 7:00 p.m., so we barely had time to unpack, get dinner and then change. We were all nervous because we were afraid of losing. Coach Wagner told us to create fast breaks, and run-and-gun. That meant it would be a tough night for me. 

During warm-ups we saw the girls, and I was reminded of how big the girls were. I was intimidated watching the tall, masculine girls. One of their best players, a senior, was no longer injured. She sat-out our last encounter, so now, they were even more formidable. Her name was Connie Cupp, but we gave her the nickname C-Cup because she had big boobs on such a tall skinny frame.

We sized them up, watching their bad haircuts, tattoos, and sloppy look, trying to get encouragement that they weren't ready to play. Connie wasn't so disheveled after all.

By the opening tip-off, it was clear that we were outsized. Four of their starters were over 6 feet tall including Connie, who was 6 feet 2 inches. In spite of my height, she was assigned to defend me. Their team was very physical, defending hard, and went up strong for lay-ups and boards. We quickly fell behind by 8 points as they blocked several passes and shots. Connie was punishing me every time I got the ball. 

One time I charged the lane and ended up with my head stuffed into her ample chest. Talk about embarrassing! I fell on top of her with my face smothered in her cleavage, right in between her the boobs. It was such an awkward fall, seeming more like we were wrestling than playing basketball. It took a minute to get back up and untangle. 

Strangely, the referee didn't even call a foul. As we got up, Connie taunted me, saying "Did you enjoy with your head in between my tits?"

"We're going to kick your butt," I said in stupid defiance. Unfortunately, I awoke the sleeping giant. 

At the first chance to sit, Coach Wagner reminded me that I'd have to steal passes and drive the lane myself. I sat for just a minute and then I re-entered to get a fast break lay-up. Lucy and I both made 3-pointers and the teams were tied up at 14 each. 

The next time I got the ball, I got molested. It's not a figure of speech! Connie was reaching her hand under a stroking my butt crack. 

It certainly was distracting, but I figured she'd get a foul called. Wrong again! Connie began a reign of lesbian terror, and the refs just watched.

I lost the ball, and they scored. She became more forward on the next possession. She actually reached up under my crotch like a football quarterback waiting for the hike. She touched my pussy over my uniform, and I couldn't believe it, cursing at her. Her tickle and probing was obviously to provoke me into losing my cool, and playing badly.

In front of huge crowd, she was shaming me. I wonder how many people saw me jolt up when I got poked 'down there'. 

I went to the referee and told her that she was touching my privates. She said that she was calling a loose game. She quickly dismissed my complaint, saying she didn't call my charges and fouls, but if it got too bad, she'd keep an eye on it. 

Connie started talking trash too. Connie would say, "Wow, Lindy, you're really pretty" or "Too bad you're not gay." 

The second quarter was better. At least we scored more, Raelynn had some big shots. The opponent's big girls got tired and we even got some rebounds! But I was still at the mercy of a huge lesbian with wandering hands. 

The next time I got the ball Connie reached right in and pinched one of my nipples, holding it for several seconds. Ouch! 

I couldn't believe the abuse I was expected to take. I told the coach what was happening, but she insisted that we weren't defending aggressively or forcing turnovers, and rebounds.

At half time it was 40-36 in their favor. I was glad for the chance to sit, and see if other girls had the same problem with dirty defense, but nobody else did. Eventually one or two fouls got called, but not enough to put Connie in foul trouble. Incredibly, I had 3 fouls called on me for minor infractions.

We came out flat in the 3rd quarter. I felt like I had to do everything. I scored a few points, but we were not playing team ball. Both teams started missing shots. If it wasn't for the free throws we'd have been hopelessly behind by the end of the third quarter. The score was 57-47.

In the fourth quarter, Connie was really laying it on extra heavy. "You are so hot! I am imaging you naked, right now," I think she was distracting herself because I broke into the corner for a 3-pointer. "You are so beautiful, Lindy. Have you ever made love to woman?" 

I'm not sure why, but what bothered me was that she started calling me by first name.

Eventually, we lost 71-65 and we were doomed to the consolation game on Saturday afternoon. At the end of the game when everybody on their team was hugging each other, several of their players were kissing each other on the lips. Gross! We knew about their reputation, but it was so blatant.

We all went back to our hotel rooms watched TV for a few minutes, then went to sleep. No celebration for us. And tomorrow we had to play one more game that didn't matter to anyone.

The next day we were just going through the motions getting breakfast, knowing that our game today didn't really matter. We played our consolation game in the afternoon against Polytech and won. It was easy as we rolled to a 70-44 score. Maybe they were going through the motions, too.

I think I was so angry about the previous game that I got motivated. I scored 25 points, but fouled out. I guess I was just pissed off. How dare they accuse me of being a dirty player! One girl on Polytech even called me a lesbian. Bitch! She must have been watching our last game, and wanted to get me riled up. We went back to our locker room to shower and change. Unfortunately we attracted spectators. Players from Women's College came in to dress, preparing for their tournament final against City College, but they just congregated stand, watching us shower. They stood there, saying rude things to us.

"Just admiring the view!" one of them shouted. I turned my back on them and quickly finished washing up, embarrassed by my nudity. "Hey, nice ass, Lesbo!" shouted another one.

I shut down the water and grabbed my towel, only to turn around and see Connie. She must have gotten an eyeful of me and my naked teammates.

"I wanted to apologize for yesterday, Lindy," Connie said. I admit that she made me confused. She was the first one I expected to be the rude, aggressive lesbian, intent on making me feel uncomfortable. But she wasn't today.

"What for?" I asked, squirming in my skimpy gym towel. Having lesbians in the locker room, was like having co-ed men/women showers. "This isn't really the place for a conversation," I scolded.

Connie's answer surprised me. "It was unfair, and I'm surprised the ref didn't call a foul on me. You played another amazing game tonight. In fact, so far, you are the leading scorer for the entire tournament." 

I was shocked that nobody matched my point totals. I certainly wasn't going to win MVP, for a losing team, but I had to feel proud of what I accomplished.

But what I was impressed that she actually apologized. I was nearly speechless in my nearly naked embarrassment, just grunting, "Ok, no problem, whatever." I tightened up my towel and left the showers to quickly dress at my locker.

We went to the hotel for dinner and to pack. Since the mood of the team was lousy, and dejected for getting eliminated, Coach Wagner decided to take one van home early, and they figured they could be home back at our college just past midnight. Only a few of the girls wanted to stay and watch the Tournament Finals with Women's College and City College. Only 4 of us requested to stay and ride back with Assistant Coach Lynch. Coach Wagner told us that we could leave anytime on Sunday. I helped everyone get packed and on the road by 9:00 p.m. told them that I catch up with them the next day.

Raelynn disappeared behind closed doors with her boyfriend, and Lucy, Wyla and I were supposed to return with Coach Lynch, but nobody could find him. He didn't meet up for dinner, so we all expected to drive back in the morning. 

I sat with Lucy and Wyla in the bleachers watching the final game. Strangely, I found myself rooting for Women's College. We all did. Somehow you always root for the devil you know. I kept watching Connie to see if she tried any dirty tricks, curious to see from stands what I looked like getting my privates tickled in plain public view. However, I was surprised that she didn't molest the other player today. I guess the referees called a tight game tonight, calling every minor infraction, and fouling out some big players. I remembered how C-Cup had a apologized, as I emerged from the shower. It showed class, despite her previous misdeeds. 

City College won the game 66-58. Lucy and Wyla left to go to the hotel room in the 4th quarter. I stayed until the end to see if anybody outscored me in the tournament. I ended up 2nd in the tournament in scoring, and I was fairly proud of myself. I called my parents on my cell phone to tell them the good news.

As I got back to my room, in the late evening, I was just planning to watch TV and go to bed. Instead, I entered to the shocking discovery of Lucy and Wyla naked in bed with each other. They were face-to-face in the missionary position, having lesbian sex with each other. Lucy was dangling her boobs against Wyla's. They must have heard me enter the room, but they were mesmerized by each other, fucking their brains out! They didn't bother to stop, so I just shut the door again.

I was totally shocked and hurt, so I just fled, not knowing where I could go. I wondered how long they'd been gay, or what pleasure they obtain in that position. They just proved me wrong in the thought that we were all normal. I thought our team didn't have lesbians.

I went down to the weight room. I figured that was a good place to blow off some steam. I was wearing tight yoga clothes, which was alright for exercising, even if it did display all my curves.

I looked out at the swimming pool and watched a lone female swimmer swim laps quietly. The tall, thin woman cut gracefully and efficiently in the water. She was wearing a skimpy neon orange bikini. I watched unnoticed appreciating her muscles and athletic body. "Swimmer's body," I muttered to myself as I looked at her tan lines, and sleek, slender form.

I watched about 5 minutes and then the swimmer finished her laps and noticed me. I finally recognized that it was Connie Cupp. She waded over to the pool ladder to exit. Her breasts were spilling out of the suit. I was having boob-envy. I wish mine were perfect like that.

Since I had nothing better to do, I talked to her. "Connie, this seems like a strange place for you at 11 p.m. on a Saturday night." I said mockingly.

"My muscles were tight and there was nobody to massage me." she replied flirtingly. "I used to be a swimmer in high school. I only played basketball because I am so tall. Unlike you, I was never sure I had the talent for basketball."

"I got plenty of overly-intimate massage from you during our game." I countered sarcastically. "I can't believe they never called any foul on you. I think having a male referee enjoyed watching you abuse me. I can't believe you got away with that shit."

"Look Kelly, I wasn't trying to make you mad. You proved that you are a great player, because always impact the game. I was just trying to contain you and I went a little too far. I apologized when I saw you in the shower, and I am sincere. I hope you can forgive me," she said pleadingly. I blushed when I thought about the shower scene, naked on parade for a dozen lesbians.

I looked at her to gauge her sincerity and sighed. She returned the glance, watching my expression until I sighed. She extended her wet hand for a handshake and said, "Friends?"

"I don't know about that, Connie." I retorted skeptically, but she laughed and I smiled too. I shook her hand anyway.

"So...why are you down here?" she inquired. "Didn't some of your team go back home?"

I explained about our drunk assistant coach who got the car impounded. We later found out that he had taken the van out and went drinking. He got a DUI and the van was impounded. It may be Monday before we could get the van. 

Then I about the shocking lesbian behavior of my teammates.

"Wow, was it hot?" she asked provocatively. 

"Very funny, Connie. No, I just didn't know we had gay women on our team. It was a total surprise and now I can't exactly go back up there and bust in on their love fest."

Connie appraised me and gave me a sincere look. "Look, I understand. They are monopolizing your room. You can crash in my room. No hanky panky. I've got an extra bed. The other girls left for home already."

"Are you hitting on me, Connie?" I asked.

"Actually, I want to be your friend," she answered. "I admire you. You have everything." I squirmed uncomfortably under the flattery. 

"Connie, don't get weird."

"Our coach spent so much time prepping me to defend you. I watched films of your driving lay-ups and passes, but in the game I didn't really stop you at all. You are a superstar!...And you're gorgeous!

"And I'm straight." I blurted out, staring at her huge bosoms in that wet bikini top.

"You don't have to convince me," Connie said winking. "But aren't you enjoying the view?

"What are you talking about?" I protested, realizing that I was looking at her body. I reassured myself, repeating in my mind that I am not a lesbian.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" she pried.

"No, so what?" I said evasively.

"All your best friends are women athletes with short haircuts. Do you own any high heeled shoes or nice dresses? Or jewelry? Do you paint your fingernails?" she asked, peppering more questions to make me feel awkward.

Busted on every count. "What does that imply?"

"I am sorry, Lindy. Just a hunch, but I should lay off. Come on up to my room and we can hang out watching TV. I need to shower," said Connie. Even though I was irritated I went with her, having no place to go. I blew off plans to lift weights, and I just followed her to the hotel room. 

"You can have that bed," she said pointing to the one without suitcases on it. "You are sleeping here, right?" 

"Yeah, I guess so." I answered pathetically. I didn't have any of my luggage to get pajamas, so Connie handed me a t-shirt to sleep in. "What are you doing after graduation?" she inquired. 

"I dunno, Connie." I said. "I'd like to keep working in sports. I can't imagine getting an office job."

"I am applying for a job coaching the swim team at your campus at State College next year. I am finishing my Education Degree this semester. Could I ask you to write a reference for me?"

"As long as you don't seduce your students."

"Maybe we could be roommates. Think about it, if you would...You could apply to be the Assistant Basketball Coach. I bet Coach Lynch gets fired, and you'd be perfect for that opening."

"That actually is a great idea for me! I might just do that," I conceded, smiling broadly. I felt like kissing her. "Just when I underestimate you, you always surprise me."

Then Connie said, "Ok, I will be right back," and left me watching TV while she went into the bathroom. Meanwhile as she showered, I undressed down to my panties, and put on the night shirt she gave me. I was seated on the bed with my back propped-up against pillows watching TV. I just sat mindlessly watching the Comedy Channel until she came out. 

When she left the bathroom, she was totally naked, except a towel wrapped in a bun on her head. I gulped as I watched her statuesque body on blatant display. 

Her breasts looked even bigger when she was nude. I was staring and couldn't stop myself. I was like a deer caught in her headlights. Her nipples were on high-beams, bright pink and hard.

"Whatchu looking at, straight girl?" teased Connie, raising her hands to dry her hair. She looked amazing and I looked away, blushing. It was then that I realized that my pussy was moist. This arousal was troubling for me because it challenged my self-image as a heterosexual. And right now I struggled to think of the last man I lusted after.

Then she walked over toward the bed and asked, "Do I make you nervous?" Her complete nudity made me very shaky, as she sat down on the bed close to me. 

I couldn't answer. I sat with my eyes cast down, watching her with my peripheral vision. She extended a hand and placed it on my leg. I did nothing to evade her warm touch. We both she realized it. She slowly pushed her hand up my leg. 

My fear of doing something shameful was conflicting with my nervous desire to be touched. 

"I'm glad you're here Lindy," she purred.

I watched her hand slide up to against my crotch over my panties. Her fingertips danced lightly on the fabric tickling my vagina lips. I stayed passive while she stroked up and down until I was leaking feminine juices. "Do you like that, Lindy?"

She massaged my vagina like this for many minutes until she earnestly looked me in the eye. She took my hand and placed it on her own nipple. I softly pinched it, passing the point of no return. I enjoyed the sensation of touching another woman's tit. I couldn't stop tugging and tickling her nipple, slowly becoming bolder. She answered by making an "Mmm" noise, as if she were eating dessert.

She resumed her ministrations between my legs, and I exhaled audibly. I felt my blood burning with delirious pleasure as she caressed my pussy more energetically. My hips started to push against her hand, to increase the sexual pressure. 

At times I felt strange about having a woman turn me on so much. I laughed or felt nervous at odd moments, but truthfully I was happy to have the ice broken. 




Basketball



Now I was turned on and I wanted her to take my panties off, but she only slid a finger teasingly at the waist band. I wanted her to plunge under and enter me. Instead her fingers just teased me. She smiled happily as she saw how much I wanted her, trembling at her tease. 

"Kiss me" she commanded me and I was hers. Our lips locked and her wet tongue met mine. I kissed her passionately and lewdly, shocked at my desire, holding her in a desperate embrace. Our soft slithery tongues slid together. Her tongue tasted of freshly brushed mint toothpaste. I was breathing hard and salivating as I tasted her kisses.

"Your face is like an angel. My gorgeous angel," she said. It was odd to hear such sweet nothings from another woman, but I had no doubt that she was sincere. "Lindy, you're blushing!" she said as I got shy and felt my cheeks burn crimson.

At that moment, I felt profound affection for her. I was flattered and grateful for her persistent seduction.. It was nice to have someone understand me better than I understood myself. I hugged her naked body to me, but I felt affirmed and worthy of love. I hadn't even cum yet, and I loved the magical foreplay we were sharing. I think I was falling in love with this horny gay woman. 

My mind drifted to long-ago crushes I had on guys and make-out sessions. I acknowledged that I was enjoying the slow sizzle of this lovemaking better than any sex I ever had with a man. At this point, I acknowledged to myself that I'd also had crushes on girls.

News flash: I could fuck women if I wanted to. And right now, I wanted to fuck Connie.

She finally slid her soft elegant fingers under my panties. I was anticipating getting fingered. She was so tender with me. She caressed my pussy lips and my clitoral hood.

I started making breathy sounds and squirming as Connie played with my pussy.

She nibbled and smooched my neck until I had goose bumps. My nipples swelled up and I was feeling quite sexy. I realized that we were having sex with all the lights on and it was lovely watching each others body. She was so happy being naked and being intimate with me.

She slid around behind and pressed her tits into my back, so that she could masturbate me from the same angle that I would finger myself. She used varying motions: slow circles, medium strokes and fast vibrating. Alternating between these she brought me close to orgasm many times, and then teased away only to return to the technique that nearly caused me to orgasm.

She diddled my clit, occasionally dipping into my vagina to re-lubricate. It sounds so simple, but I was like butter in her fingers. I was so gooey and aroused. It got better and better. I could scarcely breath as I got closer and closer. 

"Do you want to come, Lindy?" she asked. 

"Yes, Connie, make me come. Oh, I'm gonna, mmm. It feels so good. Oh Please."

Her fingers went to a hyper-fast vibration on my clit, and I lost it. "Oh my God! Oooh, Mmm, Mmmn OOOOOooHHH!"

That incredible orgasm made me very happy. The release brought a tear to my eyes and I just wanted to kiss her. I held her face in my hands and kissed her on the mouth. The French kissing was warm and erotic. Occasionally, one of us would stop to kiss each other's ear lobe or neck, but our tongues and lips dueled passionately for a long while.

Now, in gratitude, it was my turn to give her joy. I flipped around to face her and trailed kisses down her shoulder, getting enough nerve to kiss and suck her boobs. I moved down until I latched onto her nipple. She moaned at me encouragingly. Her nipple swelled in my mouth and I sucked it into my mouth harder. Connie needed to brace herself for my attack on her breast. I pushed her on her back and hovered above, slurping the other nipple. I ran my hand over her superbly hard stomach, I thought about all the swimming and exercise it took to keep herself so fit. What a body! I kissed her stomach, knowing that it was inevitable for me eat her vagina. In spite of years of stubborn denial, now I couldn't wait to try lesbian oral sex. I kissed her pussy lips, already slick with desire. Her pussy was gushing, much wetter than my tongue, as I dipped in to taste a woman's vagina for the first time. "Oh, baby," cooed Connie as I wiggled my tongue within.

I was surprised at the warm, velvety feminine liquid and how I craved the tasty substance. I attempted many different tongue motions, as I learned her responses. "I am not really sure what I am doing." I apologized in my awkwardness. "You are doing fine, baby," purred Connie. "There is nothing more beautiful than a beautiful woman making love. I feel so lucky that you are here with me." Her words touched me and now I wanted to give her a strong orgasm. I placed my whole mouth over her vagina and clit hood, and I just sucked in a slow rhythm. Each time I drew in her mound of skin, she emitted a guttural moan. Her breathing quickened, and she started trashing her arms around. 

I narrowed my lips to kiss her clitoris which was poking out of it's hood. I realized that it was growing out, and getting plumper. I pushed at the top of the hood and the whole thing popped out into view. 

My tongue flicked lightly over it, then realized that I should lick it like an ice cream cone. I learned that was more powerful as Connie grunted loudly. "Ohhh! Argh! Oh, Jesus. That's it! Oh, yes baby!" 

I licked her clit mound and sucked it again. "Oooh, suck it, Lindy. Mmmmn, that feels wonderful. That's' so nice." 

I reached up and pinched her nipple hard and then changed the attack at her pussy. Her clit was so large that it was like a finger tip. She breathed deeply with hissing noises.

"Put your fingers in me!" she hollered. I inserted two finger slowly into her hole. The muscles in her pussy wall contracted, meeting my fingers and squeezing them. That was highly erotic, to see her spasms. I was proud to be a quick learner. I pumped my fingers into her hole and picked up speed.

I did these combined technique up for several minutes, until Connie assertively grabbed my hair and shoved me harder on her vagina. She started whimpering and rocking her butt back and forth to grind against my face. Her humping intensified as she starting shouting.

"Lindy, Lindy, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, that's incredible! Arrh! Oh, please, I need to cum," she called out. I slowly twisted my hand as I plunged in my fingers. That gyroscopic motion really did something to her, and within a minute she was writhing in pleasure, sweating and gasping. Her face had gotten bright red, and her veins were popping out. "Ah, Ah, Oh, I want it. Please. Ah, Ah, Ungh! Ungh!" She shouted, humping my face again.

"Ow, oooh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, Argh! Omigod. I am...I'm oh, oh, oh, aiy, woah! ARRRRGH!" she shrieked shouting as she came. Her legs and abdomen were trembling and shaking. She grabbed my hand to hold it still. Her pussy wall convulsed and formed around my hand. Her whole body was under my control. I had exhausted her and she was a shaking mass of feminine flesh. It was a beautiful sight. My face and hair was smeared with her juices.

I peeled my clothes off while she recovered. "Ooh, that was so yummy," she said appreciatively. "I hope I can get the energy to get you back. Come lay down here with me and cuddle for a minute."

I laughed while making a bad pun, "I just gave you Connie-lingus!"

"Oh, that is so bad! But I loved it. You can give me Connie-lingus anytime you want."

We giggled and cuddled and gossiped about teammates and sports.

I spooned her, nestling my head on her shoulder and arms over her tits. I put my hugged my legs around her stomach, and pressed my crotch at her hip. She twisted her neck and kissed me delicately. We French kissed like this for a long while until we realized that I was dry-humping her hip.

"Your pussy is grinding against my hip, Lindy. Doesn't that feel wonderful? I am gonna show you something that you are going to love!" "Connie, I've never cum like that in my whole life. I just want to keep having wild sex with you. I could go all night." I said "Ok, if you put it that way..." said Connie, grinning at me. "I guess I can rally one more time." She got on top of me and positioned herself between my legs, and mounted me like a man would in the missionary position. "I am going to press our pussies against each other now. This is called tribbing." We wiggled our hips together, until our vagina lips met in a kiss. The pressure was incredible. Suddenly, I realized it was the same thing that I saw Lucy and Wyla were doing together. Connie's tremendous breasts dangled pendulously, just like Lucy's did before. Her nipples grazed mine and triggered a lustful tingle in my nipples. I was imaging what I missed before, living a forbidden lesbian fantasy that I never allowed myself before. 

I could feel Connie's clit growing to poke mine. Our clits were so swollen, expanding out of their hoods, that it caused a sublime collision. Each time they met, I was blasted with an electric sensation that traveled all through my body, leaving a warm numb feeling.

Our pussies were so juicy and slick that we slipped around like kids at a water slide. Our muscles were twitching from exhaustion, but we both wanted one more cum. 

Uncharacteristically, I shouted "C'mon Connie. Fuck me!"

Connie picked up the pace and our clits were poking each other in a heated rhythm. Both of us were fighting for air, determined to cum on each other again. It didn't take long. "Oh, my....Jeez, oh, oh, oh, oh, OOOOhh, AAAhhhh!!" We screeched as orgasm washed over us again. We kissed each other briefly and then she collapsed in heap on top of me.

There was scarcely a part of the bed that wasn't drenched in sweat, saliva or sexual fluids. We were both in desperate need of a shower, and a long sleep. I remarked "We better shower and then sleep in the other bed. This one is disgusting!"

"So, Lindy...how do you like playing for the other team?" Connie inquired, kissing my shoulder. It really was an athletic event, filled with teamwork and glory.

"It felt nice. It was amazing, Connie. I think we definitely should be roommates." I was warming up to the idea of becoming a lesbian.

"I'd be willing to have relationship with you, Lindy. I've had a crush on you for years."

Love has made me gay, and happy, too. 



Basketball Beauties



It had been steadily snowing since five when my front doorbell rang at ten o'clock one Wednesday evening in February. I opened the door to find a really tall young woman in her mid thirties on my doorstep. 

"Hi, I'm Joyce Early. I'm the basketball coach at Southeast University and we just had an accident with one of our vans. I'm afraid it's stuck in a snow bank."

"Come in," I said. "Come in and get out of the cold. What can I do to help?"

"Well, we haven't been able to reach a wrecker service on our cell phones-or anyone else for that matter. I was wondering if my girls could come in and keep warm until we can get someone to help?"

"Sure, no problem. Bring them right in."

"I should tell you-there's seventeen of us."

"That isn't a problem. I've got plenty of room."

She went out to the vans to notify everyone and a couple of minutes later, seventeen women traipsed into my family room. Two were the coaches, Joyce and her assistant, who'd been driving the vans. Two others were equipment managers/trainers and the rest were players. 

They tried for almost an hour to get someone to come and tow the stuck van, but were unsuccessful. While they were attempting to get help, I made a big kettle of hot chocolate and got out some cheese and crackers. But the girls told me they had already eaten. Joyce finally reached the AAA wrecker service and was informed that help wouldn't be available until the following morning. 

"You're more than welcome to stay here," I offered. "I only have two bedrooms, but the carpet in the living room is really plush. With the swimming pool showers, I have four bathrooms including the master bath, so it would work, I think." 

The house had four bedrooms, but I used one as a computer room and the other was crammed with stuff that belonged to my kids. I had the indoor pool attached to the family room when my wife was still alive.

"What do you think girls? Do you think you could sleep on the rug in the living room?" Joyce asked. 

"Not a problem, Coach," someone yelled. 

"Can we use the pool?" another girl questioned.

"You're more than welcome," I said, then added with a laugh, "Suits are optional."

The next thing I knew, I had a half dozen college-age girls splashing around my pool in their sports bras and panties. I could tell both coaches and one of the managers wanted to get in the water too. I guessed they weren't wearing heavy sports underwear, so they were reluctant to do so. 

"Almost everyone who uses this pool swims in the nude," I told Joyce. "In fact, I don't even know if I could find my swimming suit. If you would like to use the pool with the other girls, I'll leave."

Joyce looked at me for a long moment and finally said, "What the hell, it's only us guys, right?" Then looking right into my eyes, she said, "I'll go in . . . in the buff . . . if you will too."

"I don't have any problem with it," I said, getting up and taking my shirt off. 

Joyce slowly stood and unzipped the top of the sweat suit outfit she had on. When the zipper reached the end of the track, the sides of her jacket parted, revealing a see-through black bra that clearly showed her dark protruding nipples. Her tits, while on the smallish side, were nevertheless very delectable looking.

"How about you Lisa? Are you going to join us?" Joyce asked her assistant as she slipped the jacket off her arms and set it on the chair next to where I'd thrown my shirt.

Lisa was maybe a couple of years younger than Joyce. She wasn't as tall either, but my guess was that she weighed a few pounds more. 

"God yes! I love it, but if you ever tell Todd about this I'll kill you," she said laughing while she pulled her sweatshirt off over her head.

"Lisa's husband is just a wee bit possessive," Joyce giggled while she pushed her pants and panties down past her knees. Still bent over, she removed her sneakers and socks and put everything on the chair as she stood.

Joyce was a beautiful specimen of what the all-American woman athlete should look like. She had a long lean frame that was visibly muscular, but decisively feminine, with a thin waist that tapered into slightly wider hips and an ass that any woman would die for.

While my eyes traveled back and forth between the two coaches, I removed my slippers and pants 

After Lisa ripped off her sweatshirt, she unhooked her bra and released a world-class treasure. Her large breasts appeared both firm and soft at the same time and were capped with pink nipples, obviously designed to nurse babies, but worked extremely well at driving dirty old men crazy. Sitting on the chair, Lisa removed her shoes and socks and wiggled out of her sweatpants. When she stood, my eyes were riveted to the crotch of her white cotton bikini panties. I tried as hard as I could, but I just could not help staring. 

"Two things I'm going to do before I go nude swimming again," Lisa laughed and blushed when she noticed where my eyes were focused. "First, I'm going to shave off this muff-or at least trim it back. And second, I'm going on a diet."

Thick black curly pubic hair was escaping from the leg holes and across the top of her panties.

"Todd thinks pubic hair is really sexy," Lisa explained, her blush deepening. "I haven't been near a razor in the five years we've been married."

"In my opinion, you're married to a pretty smart guy," I laughed as the three of us sat on the edge of the pool before sliding into the water.

I was unaware of the hush that had invaded the pool area while the three of us were undressing. The sudden outburst of noise from the other fifteen ladies present brought me back to the here and now. I leaned into a corner at the shallow end and watched, mystified as three young women on the pool deck laughed and gleefully removed their clothes. 

Another part of the action was taking place in the water. Four of the girls who'd been swimming in their under garments were now nude and playfully tugging at the panties and bras of the other two. Within a few minutes, there were twelve of us naked in the water.

The nine college-age nymphets were huddled in the deep end, splashing and kicking excitedly when, all of a sudden, they all clambered out of the pool and started attacking the other members of their team. The nine quickly got four of the six that hadn't undressed to join them in the nude, then the thirteen surrounded the other two. 

One of these two girls was a little overweight and it appeared she was embarrassed to be nude in front of the others. I think she was blushing from the top of her head to her toes while everyone watched her undress. When she finally had all her clothes off, she walked toward the shallow end all hunched over with one hand in front of her crotch and the other arm shielding her breasts. She sat on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water near where I was standing.

"Please!! I can't go in the water," the only fully dressed teammate cried. "It's my time of the month. Please, I don't want to go swimming."

"Just get your clothes off," she was told. "You don't have to go in the water."

"I'm wearing a pad, not a tampon," the girl wailed. "Can I leave my panties on?" 

She was given permission and when she went to sit on the edge of the pool and dangle her feet in the water, she slipped and fell head first into the water.

Always the gentleman, I went over to her and helped her up and out of the water.

In her ear, I whispered, "The cabinet under the sink in the pool bathroom has feminine supplies if you need them." 

"Thank you," she said and when she returned to the pool area, she was just as exposed as the rest of us.

As I returned to my spot at the shallow end, I could see that the slightly chubby girl's eyes were glued to my personal equipment as it flopped back and forth. She had a really beautiful complexion and if she lost a few pounds, society would consider her to be very beautiful. I was in kind of a pre-erection state. When I got up close to her, I knelt beside her. 

"The view around here is pretty interesting, isn't it?" I whispered in her ear.

"I . . . I . . . I . . . " she stammered, turning beet red. "You're the first naked man I've ever seen." 

"What's your name?" I asked while smiling at her.

"Kim," she replied, keeping her eyes downcast. 

"Pleased to meet you, Kim," I said, sticking out my hand and grasping hers. 

I vigorously pumped her hand up and down, causing her breasts to bounce around. Watching her breast action, my cock stiffened another inch. Kim looked over at my dangling cock less than a foot away from her nose and blushed more deeply, if that was possible. My cock was bouncing around just as much as her boobs were. When I slipped into the water next to her, she looked me in the eyes and smiled demurely. 

"Kim is a senior and a Sports Management major," Joyce told me. "She's an excellent student of the game of basketball. She'll be a coach some day." "Well, she certainly knows how to keep her eyes on the action," I said, winking at Kim and giving her a friendly jab with my elbow to her shoulder. 

Now, I had gone swimming with naked women before. But never with so many women at once and especially not when I was the only guy. I saw all sizes and shapes of tits and bushes. Four of the ladies had their pussies shaved bald. I was in paradise. I watched every single female in the place as discreetly as possible, burning the memory of each into my mind.

Later, I found almost enough towels for everyone. It was way after midnight when everyone started to look for a place to sack out. The girls and managers staked out the plush carpet in the living room and the coaches took the big king-sized bed in the guestroom. I went to my own room.

It was a funny thing being naked. Everyone seemed to lose all their inhibitions in the pool, not seeming to care if some stranger was ogling them and looking at their private parts. But once out of the water, every single one of them covered up and reverted back to the expected behavior for young women in public. To me, it was a really strange phenomenon.

The next morning, I had bacon, sausage, and ham in the freezer and I made up as many pancakes as I had ingredients for. We managed to make the food stretch and got everyone fed. The tow truck guys said they would have the van out by noon and the majority of the girls just slept until it was time to go. However, six of the young ladies took another nude swim. This time it wasn't horseplay, but lap swimming for exercise. Kim, Lisa, Joyce, and I sat at a table by the pool, drinking coffee and watching the other girls in the water.

"If I'm not being too nosey, how do you happen to have an indoor swimming pool?" Joyce asked.

"My wife needed it for exercise," I answered. "She died last year, but before she got really sick, she enjoyed the luxury of swimming year around. It was hard for her to get out to the community pool, so we had this one added."

"So you agree with my husband that pubic hair is sexy?" Lisa asked me, stunning the rest of us with her interjection of such a personal subject matter into our conversation.

Somewhat flustered by the nature of the question, I stammered a little when I said, "I like the natural look of hair. Most of the time, the shaved off part has stubble or rough skin, and I just don't think it looks as good." 

"Lots of women don't want hair showing around their bikini bottoms," Joyce added.

"True," Lisa said. "I've avoided wearing a swimsuit in public ever since my wedding." 

"I understand the trimmed look and the reason for shaving off the hair growing down the inside of your thighs, but trimming isn't the same as shaving. It's my opinion that guys who like completely shaved pubes secretly have a thing for young girls. Me, I like my women mature enough to grow hair. A beautiful picture needs a nice frame the same way a beautiful vulva needs a nice covering of natural hair."

"I hope Todd can adjust his fetish, so he feels that way," Lisa said. "After this experience, I would really like mine trimmed back."

"Maybe it would help if you asked Todd to do it for you. I understand a lot of guys get off helping girls trim or shave," I added

"You might be right. I'll talk to him about it when we get home," Lisa laughed. 

"If you like your women au natural, does that mean you like women to let their pits and leg hair grow long as well as their pubes?" Joyce asked. 

"I think I can go either way on that," I laughed. "What I really mean by a woman being natural is-I like a woman to be herself. I think most women shave to please somebody else and not necessarily some guy. Most women spend way too much time plucking their eyebrows, shaving body hair, applying makeup, applying perfume-all that kind of stuff to make themselves match the media standard for beauty. Those women are missing the point of what true beauty really is. Your genes control how big your boobs grow. You don't need enhancements and you don't need to color your hair or paint your nails. All that said, the bottom line is that women should do what they want to. If they want to do all that stuff to their bodies, that's fine, they should do it. But it should be a woman's choice to do it, not someone else's requirement. You should be in good physical shape, because you want to be in good physical shape, not because society says you should-or worse yet, because some guy says you should."

"I can't disagree with that," Joyce said.

"Me either," Kim and Lisa chimed in.

Then the people from AAA called and said they had the van out and ready to go. After the team was all packed up and everyone had left, I was left home alone with a hard-on and a lot of great memories.

A week or so later, I got a thank you note signed by all the girls and a nice letter from Joyce. Sometime in April, she called to say she would be conducting a basketball camp for young girls in my area during the end of June. 

"I'm going to be there for five days. My new assistant, Kim Worthy, will be with me and we will be bringing two or three members of the team. Lisa, my old assistant, is pregnant and expecting twins next October. The funny thing is she told her husband, Todd, about swimming nude at your house and I understand he helped her trim back her pubic hair. I think she got herself pregnant that night."

"That's really wild. Then I take it he likes the trimmed back pussy just as much as the wild woolly kind," I said, laughing so hard tears came to my eyes.

"I guess he must," Joyce laughed. 

When we both calmed down enough to talk once again, I suggested, "Why don't you guys stay with me while you put on your clinic?" 

"I was hoping you would ask," Joyce responded.

Late June arrived and one Sunday afternoon so did my guests. I prepared in advance and stocked plenty of food and snacks. I also purchased half a dozen inflatable mattresses. The first thing they did upon arrival was ask me if they could use the pool. 

"Same rules as before, ladies," I chuckled. "You are welcome to swim at any time. However, please don't swim alone and remember suits are optional." 

"Are you going to join us?" Joyce asked as she started to remove her clothes. 

"Don't have any reason not too," I laughed and joined the circle of young ladies slowly getting undressed before me.

It took me by surprise when I recognized Kim Worthy, the new assistant coach, was the same overweight equipment manager from last winter. The girl had lost a great deal of weight. My eyes were drawn to her as she slowly stripped in front of me.

"Do you remember me?" Kim asked once down to her bra and panties. Reaching in back to unhook her bra, she looked me in the eyes and shyly said, "I've thought about you a lot."

"You have changed some," I smiled. "As I recall, last February you blushed a lot."

"I've worked out and dieted every single day since we were here," Kim said. "I have you to thank . . . I know you didn't say anything to me directly, but your whole attitude was an inspiration. Anyhow, Joyce has hired me as her assistant." 

While she was talking, she also removed her panties, then stood tall and walked over to me.

"Thank you," she said. Standing up on her tiptoes, she pressed her glorious body against mine and planted an open-mouth kiss on my lips. "I also remember you told Lisa you thought pubic hair was sexy, so just for you I've let mine grow."

Her kiss was arousing, but her comments were the real turn-on. When my member started swelling, she ground her hips against mine just enough to cause my cock to stand at full attention. She broke the kiss, keeping her hips tight against mine, and leaned back, smiling like the proverbial cat that got the canary. 

"I need to cool down," I said, both laughing and blushing. "Last one in the water is a rotten egg." And I jumped into the water, but not before my fully erect penis was on display for the pleasure of all those gathered.

We all swam and splashed around for a while, then I moved into the hot tub that had just recently been completed. Joyce joined me and we both sat relaxing in the hot bubbling water. 

I eyed one of the college girls, a tall African-American. She had an amazing body. Her big, firm breasts topped her physically fit frame. Her broad muscular shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist and almost boyish hips. Her tight kinky hair was cut short around her oval face, which was made beautiful by her infectious smile. The droplets of water clinging to her sleek ebony body made her glisten. I was sporting a hard-on watching her when, all of a sudden, I felt Joyce grab hold of my dick. 

"Pretty impressive, isn't she?" Joyce asked. "Maybe I better stand guard over you tonight. I wouldn't want one of my charges to be assaulted."

"I would never do that," I said. "But, just in case, I think it would be a good idea if you kept your eye-and maybe even your hand-on me. We wouldn't want any harm to befall them. I want everyone to feel safe. Do you think maybe you should tie me up?" 

"I'll just hold you down with my superior body," Joyce said. "That way you'll be able to wiggle, but you'll never get out to hurt someone."

"If he's going to hurt anyone, it's going to be me," Kim said, having quietly joined us in the hot tub. She pressed her impressive body against my other side and her hand joined Joyce's on my stiff manhood. "You'll have to fight me to get him all to yourself, Coach. I want just a little bit of him."

At this point, the three players joined us in the hot tub and Joyce introduced them. Mercury was the tall black girl I had been ogling earlier. Samantha was another tall, husky girl with light brown hair. And Becky was an olive-skinned, dark-haired beauty. By comparison, Becky was short. She was only about five-seven or eight, while everyone else was at least five-eleven.

Kim and Joyce were damn near sitting on my lap, snuggling as close as possible on either side of me.

"You guys fighting about who gets to fuck him first?" Becky asked with a giggle as she moved in close to Samantha and snuggled up underneath her arm. Sam's hand cupped one of Becky's firm little tits.

"If there's going to be some fucking going on here this week, can I get in on it?" Mercury asked. "I haven't had any action since school let out."

"As far as I'm concerned," Samantha added, "the three of you can duke it out. As you know, I'm not of that persuasion."

"Make it a four way contest," Becky chimed in. "I like a little raw meat once in a while."

"Well . . . it wouldn't be ladylike of us to fight over our host," Joyce said. "He's only got one dick-albeit a splendid one that is currently standing tall. I don't think it would be fair for us to ask him to pick one of us over another. So . . . maybe I'll just pull rank and keep him all to my little old self."

"That's bullshit," Kim said. "Let's horsengoggle him off."




Basketball Beauties



By this time, I realized they were all just having a little fun with each other at my expense. I figured I could maybe turn the tables on them just a little bit. 

"Why don't you have a contest of some kind," I suggested. "I could go with the winner. You're going to be here more than just tonight, so every night, one of you could pick or chose what the contest should be about. I'm very flexible. I'm more than willing to go with the winner."

"He isn't flexible at all," Kim laughed. "He's harder than a brick."

"Okay," Joyce said, "I think we all like the idea of a contest. Everyone think about the events we should compete in and at dinner tonight-and every night-we'll draw a suggestion and compete until we have a winner for that night. Everyone okay with that?"

All the girls seemed to be in agreement-including Samantha. Me? I was dumbfounded. My mouth was open and I knew I looked like an idiot. I wondered what kind of games they would come up with.

"It must almost be time for supper," I said. "I'll get out the steaks and fire up the grill."

"Boy, talk about eager," Becky laughed. "But I have to admit, a big steak really sounds good."

When I got out of the hot tub, my erection was still at full throttle. I think it was Samantha-but I'm not sure-who commented how good a bratwurst would taste. Everyone howled with laughter as I left.

After our meal, Joyce got out a bowl with ten little slips of paper.

"We brainstormed as a group," Joyce explained. "And we wrote all our ideas down on a board, then we each selected two from the list. Draw one and, as the saying goes, let the games begin."

I drew and announced, "Striptease dance. How does it work and how is the winner picked?"

"We each dance," Joyce said. "Then all six of us get a vote. The one with the most votes wins. In case of a tie, you get to choose. That okay with you?" 

When I agreed, we started. They decided to go in order of height, so the order was Mercury, Joyce, Samantha, Kim, and Becky. They had already picked out the music they wanted. While Mercury put on her CD in the player, the rest of us pulled our chairs into a semicircle.

Mercury's body was absolutely outstanding. She had an infectious smile and watching her take off her clothes made my dick hard. I decided to vote for her.

When Joyce did her dance, she looked good and I was ready to change my vote, because I really liked her attitude towards life and I knew she would be fun in bed. Besides, I really wanted to fuck Joyce. 

Striptease was not going to be a career choice for Samantha. She was way too stiff and did not look comfortable.

When Kim started moving her body parts in different directions at the same time, my vote almost shifted to her. With her desire to be with me and her still slightly Rubenesque body, I knew she would make a good party partner.

But then Becky started her routine and the contest was over. She was a natural and everyone knew she would get all six votes.

Becky started off barefoot, only wearing a long T-shirt and white cotton bikini panties. Dancing to her music, she stopped in front of each of us. She held out a part of her shirt and had us cut that section of material with a pair of scissors. In between each cutting, she would dance around a little. The end result was a bunch of holes in the shirt that allowed her body to peek out. 

As she danced, her breasts poked in and out of the holes cut directly over them in such a was I was sure I wasn't the only one turned on. Next, she took the scissors and cut off the bottom of her shirt herself, so it stopped just above her navel. Then she stopped in front of me and held out the front of her panties for my to cut. The material she'd been holding fell to the floor and her dark, shimmering pussy hair appeared in all its glory. 

Becky squatted way down on her hunches with her hands interlocked behind her head and her knees wide apart. She bounced forward, thrusting her hips at us. She looked like she was fucking the air in front of us.

For her finale, she turned her back to us, bent over, and took off what was left of her shirt. Then with her legs straight, she pushed her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them. She squatted down again and pivoted back facing with her knees together. Her hands tucked between her knees, she slowly forced her thighs apart, letting her hands ride up to her crotch. When she was fully spread, she pried open the lips of her pussy and showed us her pink inner lips just as the music stopped. Her performance was magnificent. She danced like a true professional.

After the contest, we all went back into the hot tub to talk about the contest. All the girls giggled, but refused to tell me what other contests were planned. I was having a hard time waiting for everyone to decide to go to bed, so when Joyce announced tomorrow was going to be a big day, I went off to my room in anticipation.

I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when Becky leaned around the corner and I spotted her head in the mirror.

"Would you mind terribly if Kim joined us tonight?" Becky asked. 

"Of course not. You're the winner Becky. You get to dictate what happens tonight. We'll do anything and everything you want to do. Okay?"

"Good, because Kim here is a twenty-two year old virgin." With that, she brought a blushing Kim into the bathroom behind her. "She's never been with a guy and she asked me earlier if she ever won, could she bring me along to help her get over her nervousness. I figured now that I won, I'd bring her with me. I'm glad you don't mind."

We retreated to my queen-sized bed and Becky and I surrounded Kim. We started with slow passionate kisses on the lips, hands freely roaming across over the body of a still somewhat nervous Kim. With four hands and two mouths working on her, getting her excited didn't take long. When Kim brought her knees up to her chest and thrust them apart, we knew the time had come. Kim rolled over on top of me and with Becky holding my penis in position, Kim lowered her self down, inch by inch, until her mass of soft pussy hair mingled with the nest surrounding my prick. 

Her impaled vagina grasping and clenching my stiff seven-inch rod, she stiffened and dug her fingernails into my shoulders as wave after wave of heated emotion seemed to flow through her.

"Agggg . . . ohhh . . . agggg!!" Kim bellowed, pushing her legs out straight behind her and collapsing on top of me without letting my still stiff pole fall out of her gushing hole,

After several minutes passed, Becky helped Kim get off of me. Using the juices Kim had deposited on my still sturdy rod, Becky climbed aboard. She proceeded to roll her hips in such a manner I felt like my cock was being milked. Becky had a cunt so talented it should have belonged to a hundred-year-old prostitute. I don't believe I have ever felt a vagina with the vice-like grip she had. It didn't take long for me to fill Becky's tunnel with about a gallon of my life juices.

"Not bad for an older guy," Becky laughed as she sat up. "Are you going to finish up what you started? It's my opinion that a guy who makes a mess ought to be responsible enough to clean it up. What do you think?"

"Bring it up here sweets," I said. "I'll see what I can do."

Becky scooted up enough to place her quim directly over my face. I felt Kim's hands and mouth at my crotch. She wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and her lips and tongue began doing a number on my dick. When my spent rod showed signs of life, Kim doubled her efforts and it wasn't long before I blasted another load. 

Kim was damn good for being a rank amateur, but it wasn't just the blowjob that got me off. The taste of Becky's cunt was exquisite. The smell of her pussy would've given a blind man a hard on. Eating Becky's box lunch was like eating a gourmet meal. I was in a state of utter bliss. After Kim licked me clean again, she came up, laid along side me, and watched me work on Becky. 

"Oh my God!!!" Becky shouted as her body jerked uncontrollably with extreme pleasure. "Now!!! Now!!! Bite my clit. Ohhhhhh shit!!" she screamed, pushing her bush tightly against my face. When Becky finally rolled off, she took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "That was better than just all right. For an old guy, you do a pretty good job of cleaning up after yourself."

"Next time, will you do that to me?" Kim asked.

"Either later tonight or early tomorrow morning before you get out of bed it will be my pleasure," I replied before drifting off to dreamland.

In the morning, Kim got her wish while Becky left us alone to go shower. Kim's juice flowed from her vagina as I lapped at the creases and folds of her vulva. She screamed like a banshee when I flicked my tongue over her clit, grasped my ears, and pushed my face deeper into her pulsating pussy as she bucked against my stiff tongue. She was still eager for more when we heard a pounding at the door and Joyce shouted at us that it was time to go to the basketball clinic.

I rested most of the day while they were gone, anticipating another night of wild lovemaking. I couldn't believe the contest that was staged after dinner Monday night. I thought it would be another game like striptease, but it turned out to be throwing playing cards into a hat from ten feet away. A dumb game and Joyce won it without much competition. I eagerly looked forward to bedtime, again.

To say Joyce had a superior body hardly did her justice. She just about looked me square in the eye and I'm six-four. She had short auburn-colored hair that was more wavy than curly. Her body was muscular and hard with legs that were long and obviously strong. She had big thighs and a curly bush. Her breasts were smallish, but her aureoles were large with tiny nipples.

Having sex with Joyce was like being involved in an athletic contest. She wanted to win at all costs. I put up a good struggle, but she had her way with me. She had me up, she had me down, and if possible, she would have had me sideways. We went at it fast and furious for a good part of the evening. When my shaft was in her sweet tunnel, I would grind my pubic hair into her, trying to sink myself another inch or two deeper. When she was on top, she would do the same back to me.

Halfway through the evening, we slowed down enough so we could enjoy the tactile feeling of the other's skin. With soft strokes, my fingers explored every curve and angle on her stupendous body. I loved the feel of her muscular back and the way her ribs moved as she drew in deep breaths. I was in heaven when she lightly ran her fingernails in a sensuous scratching motion over my back. The pleasures lasted all night long. By morning, when she left for their clinic, I was completely worn out. But I have to add that I enjoyed every minute of it.

The next night's contest was a competition in push-ups. Samantha stopped at fifty, but she didn't need any more. It was clear that she was the winner.

"I'm going to bring Mercury with me tonight, okay?" Sam asked. "I don't do guys and Mercury keeps telling me she doesn't do girls, so I figure I can watch the two of you go at it and maybe in the heat of the action, Mercury will forget I'm there and let me get a lick or two in."

Everybody laughed, but when Mercury held up her hands, the chatter stopped and we all quieted down.

"Okay, you can come in and watch, but keep your cotton-picking nose out of my business," Mercury said in a serious voice with a deep frown. Several seconds passed before we all joined her in boisterous laughter. 

After a night with Mercury, I was almost ready to change my stance on clean-shaven cunts. Mercury had one as smooth as a baby's ass. She didn't waste any time on preliminaries and wanted to get right to the action. Halfway through our second round, she had to know that Samantha had joined us. She had more than her nose in the action. Her tongue was giving everything in range a bath and more. When I finally figured I'd died and gone to heaven, I rolled off to the side and let the two of them do whatever they wanted to. When I woke up in the morning, they were gone from my bed and the house was empty. It was almost noon. 

Wednesday night there was a Ping-Pong ball shooting contest. No hands or mouths were allowed. Each woman pushed a ball into her vagina, and then in a crab-walk stance, tried to force the ball out of her opening. The winner was the one who shot the ball the furthest. Mercury, Joyce, and Samantha were all able to push the ball out, but the balls only bounced onto the floor. Kim would've had her ball stuck inside her all night if she hadn't dug it out. Becky was the only shooter. When her ball rolled to the far wall, everyone knew she was the winner again. 

That night she came alone-I mean, she came to the bedroom alone. We both came a couple of times, but by the second time, I was shooting blanks. I don't think Becky even needed me. She was more than capable of doing the job all by herself. It turned me on watching this really beautiful girl pleasure herself. She seemed to enjoy the fact that I liked watching her even though my dick was as soft as fresh spaghetti. I tried using my tongue, but I was completely worn out at both ends. 

On Thursday night, the contest was to pick up a fifty-cent piece off the floor without touching it with your mouth or any extremity. Nobody succeeded, but the game was a hell of a lot of fun to watch. 

"This is my goddamn game," Becky said. "Kim has such a wet cunt she got the coin too wet for me to lift. I think I should have the right to wipe it off and get another chance. I've been lifting coins up with my pussy since I was twelve years old."

"Bullshit!" the other four women clamored all at once. 

"Maybe we should just forget this game and pick a different one," Samantha said. 

"It's a tie and in a tiebreaker, you know who gets to vote," I said, walking over to Joyce and putting my arm around her. "I vote that Joyce is the winner."

In bed that night, I asked Joyce, "Would you consider sticking around for a couple of days after the clinic is over. I could drive you back to Southeast on Sunday afternoon. Or sometime next week if you don't have to be back right away. I enjoy your company and would like to get to know you better."

"I'd love to stay," Joyce said. "I'll have Kim drive the others back after the clinic ends tomorrow and then I'll stay just as long as you want me to."

After the rest of the team left on Sunday afternoon, Joyce and I sat in the hot tub for a while before making slow, passionate love on one of the pool-chair cushions. Afterwards, we ate a light supper. 

"I need to file a report on this week's clinic," Joyce said. "It won't take very long and I can do it in bed while you're watching TV or something. Okay?"

We both climbed on top of the bed nude. She propped herself up on her stomach facing the headboard with a big pillow under her chest. I was on my stomach facing the foot of the bed and the TV set. Both bedside table lamps were on as well as the overhead light and two small lights on the dresser. The room was very bright. The way Joyce was positioned made the curve from the small of her back to her protruding buttocks very pronounced. 

I rested my head on the back of her knee and my lightly caressed her ass with my hand from the back of her thigh, over her muscular cheeks, to the small of her back. 

"I love the way you rub my ass," Joyce said, bringing her knees up underneath her, so she was kneeling way over as she continued to write her report.

Her feminine charms were all on display. Her pubic hair was long and thick over the inch-long hood that concealed her clit and trailed down both sides of her puffy outer lips. The inner lips were pressed together and formed a fairly straight line from above her clit to her anus. The brightness of the lights in the room seemed to reflect off the pink flesh of her vulva and anus. There were just a few hairs-about six fairly thick half-inch long ones-that radiated out in a semicircle from her butt hole.

"Your ass not only feels good to me, but I could admire the way it looks all night long," I said.

"I'm going to be done here pretty quick, so get a good look now, because it won't be long before I'm ready for some other action," Joyce chuckled.

When I moved in closer for a better look and my chin hit her cheek, she jumped just a little. My nose was right at her asshole and it didn't smell funky or dirty. In fact, it didn't smell any different than Joyce did anywhere else. Unable to resist, I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the rough star-shaped ridges of her fundament.

"Oh my God!" Joyce exclaimed, pushing back against my tongue. 

I continued licking and probing around her opening with my tongue. Joyce brought her own hand down and joined in the action, her fingers separating the inner lips of her cunt and spreading her moisture over her clitoral hood. When I brought my mouth down, clutched her clit between my lips, and sucked, Joyce was racked by a series of glorious spasms. 

When she recovered, she threw her report on the floor, turned around, and grabbed my dick at the base while smiling with a wicked grin.

"You're going to pay for that, Mister," she said before she engulfed the head of my stiff rod in her mouth. "I'm goooooogah gogaga gagull youuf."

I didn't understand a word she said, but it didn't matter. I was in seventh heaven. The veins on my cock throbbed with excitement as she sucked with a vacuum-like force and simultaneously enacted extreme pleasure on my dick with her tongue. She had the tip of one finger pushed up my ass and I gushed a bucket of cum into her mouth. She thrust her finger deeper to massage my prostrate gland, making me blast stream after stream of my life-giving essence down her throat. Sleep came easily to us both that night.

Joyce and I spent most of the summer together and we've become really good friends. I enjoy her competitive spirit and I know she enjoys mine. We just have a lot of fun together. 

This winter, I might even take in a couple of her team's basketball games-maybe join them on a road trip. After all, I still have six slips of paper with game suggestions written on them. Maybe this time, the whole team will want to play. We'll just have to wait and see what the future brings.

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Special thanks need to be sent to SexySoBeChick for her help in editing. I owe her a deep debt of gratitude for all the time and effort she puts into helping me with my writing.



Basketball Crossdresser



This story is about an athletic but small man who has fantasized about cross dressing from an early age. When his wife finds a strange number on the phone bill, she calls the number and has a conversation with his phone mistress. What follows contains blackmail, humiliation and of course - sex. If sex and crossdressing offend you, or if you are underage, please move on to more appropriate material. 

I've always been a pretty good basketball player. Granted I'm small, only five foot six inches tall, and I'm pretty frail, but I've used that as a motivational tool. As a child I was often picked on and bullied, so I ended up playing by myself an awful lot. Since I could never hope to dunk or fly through the air in a act of magnificent athleticism, I concentrated on my shot and my dribble. Over the years, I developed quite a deadly outside shot, and my range is fairly prolific. I like to think that when my game is on I can drop my shot from just about anywhere on the court during a half court set. I played a little ball in college, and even made it up to first team my senior year, winning the conference sixth man award for my ability to come off the bench at crucial moments and drain a three from way out in the corner. Still I never maintained any illusions that I could play pro ball, my frail frame (at my heaviest, I only weigh about 120 lb.) and short stature made sure that I would be all but forgotten at draft time. With this in mind I used my skills for what they could get me, an undergraduate degree in computer engineering and then enough local fame to translate this degree into a position as a software engineer for a state company, and a beautiful if bitchy wife who stands about six inches taller than me. I would say the game treated me well enough and I have always been happy with my success.  My basketball prowess is pretty much limited now to pickup games I play at the local Y. Yes I am still routinely passed over in picking teams, at least until people get to know me.

Along with my public prowess on the court, I have another more secret past time I like to pursue. You see, when I was a little boy, my step-sister use to dress me up in her clothes as a means of punishing and humiliating me. Even after I grew and began to play high school ball, my step-sister maintained a psychological grip on me. Though always bigger than me, I suppose I didn't have to go along with her demands. After all I stood up to power forwards all the time on the court, I certainly could have stood up to her. the fact is I didn't. She knew exactly the way to talk to me, to embarrass me, to threaten me in a way that would make me do what she wanted. And what she wanted were usually small things. She made me wear a g-string panty under my gym shorts to the state high school championship game. She said she did it so that even if I hit the game winning shot I would still be able to feel that string of tight nylon scraping against my hole, I would know that I was just her little bitch. 

The power of childhood conditioning is enormous. When my step-sister died in a car accident my freshman year in college (she was drunk at the wheel) my first reaction was to finally feel free of her torment. But as time passed, as I was no longer "forced" to dress as a girl by my step-sister, I found I was just as mentally compelled to do so as if my step-sister were still alive taunting me and threatening to expose me to the town paper with pictures she had taken. I got an erotic charge out of dressing up, and through collage, I began to collect different articles of female clothing. As I grew up poor, my college dormitory was the only safe haven I had. I often had close calls, when I would just manage to pull a sweatshirt over my head covering up the black lacy training bra I was wearing as my room mate entered the room. 

Still I never was caught, and in my mind, my fetish was a harmless enough diversion. On Halloweens I would often dress as a girl and go to school parties. In these atmospheres, my deviant behavior was viewed as normal college fun, and sometimes I could even manage to dance with a few of the guys on my basketball team. I acted for all I was worth like the team clown, and they were happy to play along, thinking all the while that I was just goofing around - joking. Little did they know ho much time I would spend styling my shoulder length blond hair, applying eye liner just so, and picking out the perfect dress to compliment my nearly hairless, lithe young body, to look good for them. 

I have to brag a bit, and tell you I looked good. I know, this it is common for cross dressers to think they have pulled off passing, when really they fool no one but themselves, but I am a special and lucky case. As evidenced by my success on the court, I have a strong athletic facility characterized by balance and grace of movement. My moves to the hoop were described as balletic by our State School's newspaper, and I must admit they are. I have the gift of physical self awareness in that I am always conscious of how my body fits into the space around me. I have a pretty face, triangular in shape with high cheekbones. Because I lack the large jaw or square head that most often screams male, I am able to style my androgynous looking face to appear as female as the next girl.  Certainly it takes me more effort than the average girl, but once that work is done, it is difficult to tell the sparkle in my delicate blue eyes from those of a genuine ingenue batting her eyelashes. When I add a practiced smile, developed from hours of primping in front of the mirror, the illusion becomes complete, and not even a leap of faith is required to convince yourself that you are staring into the face of a remarkably beautiful, if a bit unusual, girl.

I considered my compulsion to dress a harmless one as far as compulsions go. I knew many people in our small town in trouble with the law, or worse, because of compulsive gambling or drinking habits. My private dressing seemed remote from the real world, a play fantasy I enacted. The closest to reality my dressing ever came is the phone sex calls I made to a number I found in the back of a magazine. While on the phone with these professional women, I would divulge my fantasy of dressing up and getting caught by my wife. We would role play, and the phone girl would pretend to get very upset at me, and then let the bitch in her come right out. In my fantasy, I was humiliated in the way my sister had trained me to be. I was called names, like slut and bitch, fairy and cocksucker, as I was led through a story in which different men ravished me and used me as their whore. I never thought much of it and thought I was careful to conceal it from my wife. As I paid all the bills in my house and worked at home, the thought of actually being caught never really crossed my mind. I was always the first to gather the mail, no matter what.

The subconscious is a powerful thing however. The more you play a fantasy out in your head, the closer you come to making it happen. If you were to ask me, "Would you like for your wife to catch you dressing up and expose you for the closet fairy that you are?" I would have of course answered in the negative, but the truth is something in me that must have wanted precisely that to happen.

I left the phone bill on the counter. I have no idea why I did. I swear it was a mistake, an accident, but Freud always said there are no accidents. What is the most amazing about it, is that I thought of myself as very careful all the time. I never touched my wife's clothing, I used a stash of my own that I kept locked in a trunk in the attic. I was always careful to call another number after phone-sex, so if my wife ever decided to use the radial feature of our phone all she would get was my parents house, or the library. generally I paid the phone bill, with evidence of the numbers I called, and the credit card bills, with evidence of the clothing I bought, on the day they arrived, and immediately I would throw the bills away. Why I left that particular phone bill on the table I can never tell you, but you can be damn sure I didn't get away with my little 'accident'.

"You little bitch." is what my wife said to me as I walked in from the gym. I was a little startled, taken aback, but immediately aroused.

"Excuse me." I said in a tone that I am sure sounded far less innocent than I intended.

"Don't play me for a fool, you faggot whore. I found your phone bill, it was right here on the counter. I was looking through it innocently enough, when I noticed all of these long distance calls to Los Angeles. I thought to myself, gee, Alex and I don't know anyone from Los Angeles, so I decided to call the number." 

I admit, I was in shock. As I said, I never consciously intended for her to catch me, I had not even been aware that I had left the bill out. I was a little disturbed, but still confident that my service wouldn't have told my wife anything about me. "So . . . " I asked nervously, waiting to hear the damage.

"So! So!!! All you can say is so? I'll tell you so. So, I called this number expecting to find some business partner of yours, in my wildest delusions I was fearing some type of girlfriend. Little did I know."

"Little did you know?" My voice was trembling now.

"Little did I know that you WERE the girlfriend, you little bitch." My wife had her arms crossed across her breasts, pushing them up a little against the tight confines of her yellow cashmere sweater. As I said, my wife is a full six inches taller than me, a large, strong woman, with platinum blonde hair, big breasts, and long, toned legs. The sight of her glaring at me like that was frightening. She was completely in control, and I began to feel more and more diminutive in her presence.

"They didn't tell you." I squeaked.

"They did tell me. They told me everything. I talked to a lovely woman named Misty, you do know Misty don't you." I looked at my wife and tried to think of a way out of the situation. Misty, as she called herself, was my regular phone girl and I had told her my deepest and darkest fantasies, my most intimate secrets. I thought I could trust her of course, but how naive was that.

"Yes." I said slowly "I know Misty." My head was down. I was staring at the black, knee high riding boots, my wife had taken to wearing. 

"You better look me in the eye when I speak to you bitch. Is that clear!" My wife said in a flat tone, that made her all the more intimidating. I snapped my head up and looked her in the eye. I was ashamed by the fact that my erection was growing.

"That's better cunt. Anyway . . . " My wife's voice was suddenly light and airy, a singsong like melody. "Anyway, Misty and I had a long talk about you. She thought you wouldn't mind, seeing as how your just a submissive, little, faggot whore anyway. Besides I don't think she really cared if you would mind. What does it matter what you do and don't mind anyway. Does it matter matter what you mind Alex?" She asked.

"I suppose it doesn't." I answered almost in a whisper.

"You suppose it doesn't do you. Well you got that one right at least. No, I suppose it doesn't matter what you mind and what you don't. You have a lot of work to do to make this up to me you know. Imagine my embarrassment. here I am thinking I married a man. A man to care for me, to bring home the money, to make love to me. Sure you are just a pathetic little weakling. Sure you are an embarrassment of a man, particularly next to me, but still you were always my embarrassment of a man. Even if you were pathetic in bed, you always made nice big friends at the gym for me to fuck. Oh you might as well know, I've been fucking your whole basketball team - you're a running joke - didn't you know? But that's nothing to concern you, you'll be much more embarrassed before I get through with you. The point is, imagine what a position you put me in when I found out that MY little pathetic excuse for a husband was actually some other woman's bitch. That you called some STRANGER, half way across the country and humiliated yourself in that way to her. What would people think if they found out? What would they think of ME. They could think that I couldn't control you. What do you think of that?" 

I couldn't speak. It was too much information. The fact that my wife had found out about my cross dressing fantasies, the fact that she knew I dreamed of acting like a little slutty girl, about being fucked by men, the fact that I was a cuckold, that she was having sex with my 'friends' from the basketball team. I just stared at her in shock.

"So you have nothing to say for yourself." She said authoritatively. "So you are, as I expected, nothing but a little, panty-slut. Is that it?" I found some courage, from where I have no idea.

"I really think you're making too big a deal out of this. So I have some strange fantasies, so I called a phone sex line to play them out. I mean is that the worst thing in the . . . ."

I stopped speaking when my wife slapped me hard across the face. "You had better learn to treat me with more respect. You are not the one who sets the rules around here, do you understand?" I nodded weakly. 

"You are right about you having strange fantasies, but you are dead wrong in thinking you can just get away with it. Your friend Misty was nice enough to record a few of your conversations for me." My wife retrieved a small tape recorder from her purse. "Care to hear how you sound when you play your fairy, cocksucker games?" She, of course, did not wait for a response from me. Instead she pressed the play button and I heard my own voice, the practiced effeminate voice I had mastered. I remembered the conversation, it had only been a few weeks before. I had outlined a new fantasy to Misty. It was centered around me being caught by wife. I stood uncomfortably as I heard Misty mimic the voice of a shocked and surprised lover on discovering her man dressed in her panties and stockings. She forced me to admit what I was.

"I am a little panty bitch. I am a little cocksucking whore." I heard my metallic voice called from the cassette player. My wife shut the tape off.

"Strait from the faggot's mouth." She said. "Now obviously, I have more of these, and I have every intention of sending them to your employers, your friends, even your parents if you do not do precisely what I say. But I don't think I even need that threat, because from that last tape I understand this is exactly what you wanted to have happen all along. You wanted to get caught, didn't you. You wanted me to make you into the little faggot, slut you only dreamed of being. I always wondered about you. How you pretended that you needed to shave your legs to play basketball. I accepted that, but I thought it was a little odd how you needed to shave your armpits too. Well Alex, you're in luck! I think this game will be fun, don't you. Now take off your clothes."

I was shocked by the request. I thought she had every intention of walking out on me. Even when the tape was playing I figured that she would only use it to blackmail me for my money. I had no idea the situation would progress so rapidly. I stripped my clothes off without question, hoping in the back of my mind that she was playing a game with me, that maybe she enjoyed this fantasy too and had just decided to role play a little to get us both really turned on. When I removed my shorts, my erect penis sprang out at attention.

"And I wasn't wrong about either, you bitch. See how turned on you are by your humiliation. You probably think I'm going to let you fuck me now, that I am playing some sort of game. Well this is no game, and it will be a cold winter's night in hell, before that pathetic little cock of yours ever touches this pussy again. But I must admit I am enjoying this too. I have a little idea. An idea that will get you all pretty like you need to be, while letting me get off at the same time." My wife reached into a shopping bag and pulled out the two pieces of a tiny, little, white bikini.

"You know Alex, fuck bitches like you need to get a sexy tan for their men in the summer. Put this on." 

I didn't hesitate, I am ashamed to admit. The sight of that bikini got me so turned on. It has always been a fantasy of mine to be able to wear and fill out a hot sexy bikini bathing suit. I stepped into the bikini bottom's; a tiny triangle of white fabric held together by a string around the waist and another string that ran up the ass. They could hardly contain my cock, and I looked for all purposes like the joke I was. Still the feel of the thong ticking my little, pink asshole raised my excitement. My wife tapped her foot impatiently, and I took this as a sign to put on the top. The top was barely more concealing than the bottom, consisting this time of two triangles of white gauzy material, each with a string that were meant to be tied above my head and two others to be tied behind my back. When I was done, I felt like a Christmas present, what with all the bows and loose pieces of bikini string hanging from my hips, neck and back.

"Oh don't you look good, almost like the perfect little whore, except for that pathetic excuses for a penis poking out where it shouldn't. We'll have to do something about that." My wife said reaching for my cock. I was ecstatic. My wife was just playing a game with me, I thought. How sweet she was to indulge my fantasies like this. 

How wrong I was.

My wife grabbed my cock through the fabric of the bikini bottom and brutally wrenched it downward between my legs. The pain and the shock of her action was enough to erase any arousal I had been experiencing, and I felt my erection shrivel. 

"You will keep this pathetic thing hidden from sight, between the cheeks of your little faggot ass." she said. I almost cried. I had been so excited, so hopeful. The thought of my powerful wife bringing me to a climax as I stood in front of her humiliated in a white bikini had been almost too much to bear. I was terribly disappointed, and also afraid of what was to come next. She looked at me and laughed.

"You thought I was going to play with that pathetic excuse of a cock of yours? I'm afraid that is not going to happen. No, I am afraid that you have lost the privilege of sex with me. I always saw it as a burden, a simple obligation of marriage. I am relieved I won't have to endure having sex with you anymore. But don't think I am done with you. I will still use you for my amusement, but first I have to get you ready." She motioned to the sliding glass door that led out to the pool. "Outside with you, we are going to get you nice and tanned."

I was nervous. I had hired a neighborhood boy, Jack, to clean the pool once a week. He was a local misfit, always in trouble with the law while in high school. Now nineteen, he was trying to put his life into some type of order and did odd jobs for families in our neighborhood. Still the powerful air of a hoodlum surrounded him. He was strikingly handsome, tall and muscular, with tattoos on his shoulders and sandy blonde hair. He had a faint scar that ran under one eye, the cause of which was the source of much speculation at the gym. Yes, he played ball at the gym. Though weak on finesse skills, he played ferocious defense and could be counted on to take down any smaller player like myself that made the mistake of trying to drive to hoop on him. I remembered that he would be arriving to clean the pool sometime that afternoon.

"Oh darling I can't." I whimpered to my wife.

"Darling!?!" She asked incredulously. "You refer to me as darling? I'm afraid I am not anything close to your darling anymore. Don't be a fool to underestimate my resolve to expose you if you do not do exactly what it is that I ask of you." My wife held the tape recorder in one hand and snapped a picture of me pathetically standing in white thong bikini, with a hand held camera in the other. "Out to the pool with you, bitch." 




Basketball Crossdresser



I reluctantly walked out to patio, for once happy about the city regulation that had required me to place a fence around the pool. I was hidden from the view of the neighbors, and in the back of my head I hoped that Jack would some how revert to his old irresponsible ways and not show up to clean the pool as planned. 

My wife laid me out on a reclining pool chair and ordered me to spread baby oil over my body so that I would tan quicker and darker. I lay like that in the hot sun, my body greased, the sun beating down on my skin, tanning me except for the small, girlish triangles the bikini hid from view. At one point I tried to roll onto my side to avoid the embarrassing tan lines, and my wife slapped me sharply on the exposed cheek of my ass. 

"Its time for you to turn over anyway, I wouldn't want that cute little ass of your to stay pale." I was ordered to rub oil on the cheeks of my ass. My wife then forced me to get on my knees and stick my ass cheeks in the air, while pressing my face down against the chair. Sthe effect of this position was that my back arched and my legs spread a little, forcing my ass in the air so that sun struck it directly. I stayed like that for what seemed like a long time, completely submissive, while my lotioned ass tanned in the sun. My wife took a few more pictures of me like that, and then went to the house to fix herself a drink.

"If you have moved a muscle while I'm away, these pictures and the tapes will go out to every last person you have ever known." She said.  

It wasn't very long afterwards that Jack arrived. I heard the latch on the gate jiggle, and fought the urge to run to the house and cover myself. I did not know which was worse, to be discovered by Jack in this humiliating position, or to move and risk the possibility that my wife would make good on her threat. I figured that Jack was, after all, only one person, and only a boy at that. I could deny it if I had to, and pretend as though Jack had made the whole thing up.

"What the fuck. " I heard Jack say in his young, thick, masculine drawl. "Mr. Ross, what is going on here? Is this a bad time, should I come back later?" A sweet kid, I thought, despite his reputation. He had probably seen far worse things while growing up.

"Yes, Jack, this is a therapeutic process I have to endure for an old sports injury." I lied, my face pressed to the chair, my ass still sticking up like a sissy, slut. "It's very embarrassing, I hope this could just stay between the two of us. Tell you what, it must have been an inconvenience for you to come all the way over here. I'll pay you for today, and just come back next week." I was not deluding myself that he would believe me, but if I could get rid of him quickly I might have a chance to buy him off later. I would double the amount I usually paid him, and the two of us could have a heart to heart talk about it when I was dressed more appropriately.

"Therapeutic process!" My wife cackled from behind me, sliding the door to the house behind her. " The only therapy this faggot needs is the kind that would convince him of his proper role in life. Jack, do you know what his proper role is, do you know what my pathetic little excuse for a husband really is?"

"N . . no Mrs. Ross." Jack answered.

"My husband is a little, sissy, faggot slut, and the only thing he likes better than sticking his girly ass in the air, is having it filled by a nice, big, hard cock. Isn't that right Alex?" She demanded of me. I said nothing.

"Isn't that right!" She said, slapping my ass and taking another picture.

"Yes." I replied, almost in a whisper. Jack was giggling nervously now. 

"Tell the nice young man what you are. Say it!"

"I am a little, sissy, faggot, slut." I said, humiliated, but utterly aroused. 

"That's right you whore. Jack, see his little cock, see how hard he is getting? Bitch, what's your favorite thing to play with?" I knew what my answer was supposed to be and from my wife's tone, there was no way I could avoid saying it.

"My favorite thing to play with is a big, hard, cock." I said. 

"You see Jack. You see what a little faggot he is. He's practically begging you to fuck him like a whore, aren't you slut? Go, on, beg Jack. Tell Jack how bad you want his cock." The funny thing about the situation was that I really did want Jack's cock. I was so enormously aroused, laid out like that, my ass in the air, the sun burning bikini tan lines onto my body, my wife humiliating me, and this big, strong man witnessing the whole event.

"Jack . . I . . . "

"Oh don't pretend you're shy. You're not shy on the telephone are you." My wife retrieved her tape recorder and played a conversation of mine from a few months ago, a conversation I had had as Jack had cleaned the pool outside. I could hear my voice begging Misty to let me suck Jack, to have him use me like a whore, and fuck me like a girl.

"You see Jack, didn't I tell you he was a little faggot whore. I bet you never knew all that time you played ball with him at the gym that he was just secretly hoping to fall to his knees and suck on that nice, long, hard cock of yours, did you? Come on over here, Jack, stand next to me for a second and just look at this little slut." Jack walked over to my wife and she laced her arms around his neck. She made me turn over and lay on my back, so that Jack could take in the sight of me in my feminine bathing suit.

"Mrs. Ross. I don't know what game you and your husband play, but I'm no faggot, and this whole scene is making me a little uncomfortable. I think I better go." Jack said, trying to pull away from her. She did something then that I had never seen her do before. She kissed him long and passionately on the mouth, letting her hand fall to caress the growing bulge in his shorts. I of course had never seen my wife kiss another man intimately like that, and the sight of her doing it only added to my humiliation.

"Don't worry, Jack." My wife cooed into his ear. "I would never waste a man like you on a pathetic little excuse like this faggot here. No Jack, I want you all to myself." and with that she reached her hand down and began to massage Jack's cock through his shorts. Jack gave her a quizzical smile, but he got the picture quickly enough and placed his hand on my wife's firm breast. 

"That's right Jack, I'm going to treat you real good, just like the man you are while this sissy slut watches." My wife said falling to her knees. She pulled Jack's shorts to his ankles exposing his penis, grabbing it in her hand she held the half full member in front of my face, tantalizingly close to my lips.

"This is what you really want, isn't it Alex?" I could only nod, as I watched her touch the flesh of another man, easing the skin of Jack's cock back and forth above my face. 

"That's right you whore, you want to suck this cock, don't you, you want to be a little cock sucking bitch." Jack was fully erect now, and from the look on his face, he was growing more and more aroused. He closed his eyes and started muttering.

"Yes, that feels good. C'mon baby, suck it." he said. My wife held his cock only a half inch from my mouth and gave me a look. I knew what she expected. I opened my mouth and let her ease the long, fleshy shaft between my lips. I could taste the salty tang of Jack's pre-cum, and my mouth felt full as the mushroom shaped head pressed into my tongue. Jack opened his eyes and saw that it was me sucking him. He hesitated for a second, but then smiled. 

"That's a good bitch, suck that cock good, you faggot whore. If I'm gonna get sucked by a sissy like you, you better do it right." My wife squealed with pleasure as Jack began to ram his hard penis into my mouth. I thought I would gag, and yet the pleasure was intense. I was totally subservient, dressed only in a little white bikini, completely emasculated in front of my wife no less (actually by my wife) and yet I was loving it. Seeing my hard cock, my wife got into the action.

"You little, fairy, slut! I thought I would be forcing you, I thought it would take me weeks to break you to this point, and here you are eagerly sucking cock like a high school tramp. You fucking bitch, you little whore. Where did a pathetic little faggot like you ever get off marrying a woman like me. Suck that cock you fucking whore, suck it good, like the little slut you are." 

Jack was grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back, stretching my neck and fucking my mouth with hard heavy strokes. I felt the friction of his shaft pass over my wet lips and the fullness of his banging into my throat. I thought I would gag when I felt Jack begin to tense and thrust harder. 

"Oh, come on his face, baby, come all over that little faggot face for me." My wife implored, and Jack pulled his cock from between my lips, grabbed my hand and forced me to stroke him.

"Beg me for it you little bitch." he said.

I couldn't control myself, I was totally overwhelmed.

"Oh please Jack, please, come on face, come on me like I was a little girl, use me like a whore."

"Here it comes you faggot cocksucker, open wide." He grunted. I opened my mouth and felt the first jets of hot come shoot onto my face. It was warm and sticky and made me fell like the whore I had become. Jack came on me and rubbed the big head of his cock all over my cum drenched lips and face. I felt a surge inside of me, and uncontrollable urging, and I began to shoot spontaneously into my bikini bottoms. Jack looked down at me.

"You're a good little cocksucker, Mr. Ross, I never would have known."

"Oh Jack, don't play coy, you must have suspected that my pathetic little husband was really a fairy cocksucker." My wife said. "And look, he soiled his little bikini." She lifted one of the bikini's bra cups, exposing a pearly patch of white that contrasted sharply with my tanned, hairless chest. "No matter though. She's just about done anyway." My wife giggled.

"Alex, go into the house and clean you panties, then prepare Jack and me a dinner. We'll be upstairs, and I expect the house to be tidy and dinner to be on the table when we're through. Oh, and another thing. I want you to shave that little pussy of yours. Don't think for a second that I'm done with you."

With that, my wife grabbed Jack's softening penis with her hand and led him inside. I did as I was told, washing my bikini bottoms in the sink, and then, for lack of a better idea, putting them back on so I would have something to wear while I cooked dinner. As I prepared the first of many dinners to come, I listened to the shrieks of pleasure my wife was making as she fucked another man upstairs. I tried to imagine what my life was to become, but my imagination could not do justice to the reality that followed. 

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