0 comments/ 446 views/ 0 favorites Larisa By: Scorpio58 Cel mai probabil, dintr-o incompatibilitate software, am înlocuit liniuțele de dialog cu semnul egal. Îmi cer scuze și sper ca acest aspect să nu constitue un impediment în lecturarea textului. E goală. Blondă, cârlionțată, cu ochii verzi, că doar o știu încă de când eram doar un copil. Are niște țâțe obraznice, cu sfârcurile săltate spre cer, proeminente, cu niște aureole darnice și buboase, destul de închise la culoare, în contrast cu pielea ei de blondă... Are un cur bine făcut, dar, dacă te uiți la ea din spate, îți vine să zici că-i poți trece cu tramvaiul printre picioare, ca pe sub arcul de triumf... Nu, nu e nimic dizgrațios în chestia asta... Cel puțin, mie nu mi se pare... Sunt venit, aici, la țară, din necesitate -- am o problemă cu creanga unui pom, care, în urma unei furtuni, s-a rupt și a căzut pe acoperișul casei... E casa bunicului, care s-a prăpădit cu ceva ani în urmă, iar eu, acum, dacă s-a prăpădit și tata, sunt mare moștenitor... Mă despart peste trei sute cincizci de kilometri de proprietate, așa că... nu prea am timp și chef să vin... O casă pustie, plină de praf, la care nu am de făcut decât numai treburi și reparații... Cel mai probabil, o s-o vând, ca să scap de corvoadă. Singurul lucru care mă împiedică, este promisiunea făcută bunicului, că n-o s-o vând... Finalmente, negociez post-mortem și hotărăsc ca, totuși s-o vând, iar cu banii luați, să cumpăr un teren, mai aproape de casa mea... În garaj, găsesc o bicicletă, de pe vremea când eram eu adolescent. Găsesc și o pompă, așa că-i umflu roțile... Incredibil! Pompa funcționează, iar roțile nu dau semne că ar vrea să se dezumfle!... Acum, dacă tot am bicicletă, îmi aduc aminte de anii adolescenței și de excursiile pe care le făceam pe malul râului... Râul, în sine, este o chestie foarte parșivă. Vara, pe căldură, de-abia apuci să vezi un fir de apă, cu o adâncime de abia reușești să-ți uzi picioarele, până la genunchi, însă care, primăvara, uneori, devine un monstru de câțiva metri adâncime, care rade tot ce prinde -- chiar are și niște brațe adiționale, de riști, dacă te afli acolo, să stai prizonier, în sat, chiar și o săptămână, până se retrag apele... În fine, iau bicicleta și ies pe uliță, apoi mă îndrept spre râu... Cum spuneam, fata e goală, spălându-se, la râu. Are un săpun cu care-și mângâie tot corpul. Mintea mea bolnavă mă face să cred că și-l bagă și-n pizdă -- habar n-am dacă chiar face chestia asta, însă prea stă crăcită, cu toate că, sigur, nu mă simte că mă apropii... = Ce faci, Larisa? Tresare, evident speriată: = Vai! Mamă! Mă văzuși în pizda goală!... Nu o dau cotită: = Vai, muică! Că n-oi mai fi văzut și eu chizdă pînă acum! Râde -- sigur nu se teme de pulă, știe ce-i aia și-i și place!... Se lamentează: = Vai! Ce-o să zică bărbatu-miu?!?... Mă uit în jur: = Se pare că suntem doar noi pe-aici, cine o să-i zică? Tu? Mi se uită în ochi, timp în care eu descalec de pe bicicletă. Are ochii ăia verzi, de șopârlă... Îmi place de ea, cu toate că nu e vreo frumusețe, însă, aici, în pustietate, la curul gol, chiar că mă face să mi se scoale pula... O iau la mișto: = Ce faci, femeie, te speli? = ... Nu vrei să te spăl eu?... = ... Mă apropii de ea -- își acoperă, cu o mână, sânii, iar pe cealaltă și-o duce la pizdă... Mă contrează: = Sunt femeie măritată, doar știi!... Nu mă las dator: = Ești femeie nefutută cum trebuie! Tu faci mofturi, sau Tudor nu prestează cum trebuie?... = ... = Hai să mergem în tufele alea, că prea ești bună de pulă!... = ... Păi cum? Tu, băiat de oraș... = Taci, dracului, că doar nu mi-am dus pula la facultate!... Râde... N-am scheme -- o iau în brațe și o sărut, apoi o las să cadă pe nisip. O iau, țărănește, la pulă... Icnește -- nu știu dacă are motive întemeiate... Presez, presează. Prestez, prestează... Nu am grețuri -- când simt că îmi vine, mă slobozesc în ea, fără nici o precauție... O sărut: = Dacă o să fie băiat, să mă chemi la nunta lui!... Nu prea am ce texte să am cu o astfel de femeie... Cert este că mă simt bine, golit de sloboz, însă, știu clar, asta nici nu suge pula și nici nu se fute-n cur!... O îmbrățișez. Face urât: = Lasă-mă să mă duc să mă spăl!... Mă umflă râsul: = Femeie, sămânța, dacă e să fie, tot acolo este, indiferent de cât de bine te speli!... Într-un târziu, se hotărăște: = La noapte, trebuie să-l fut pe bărbatu-miu!... = Fute-l, femeie, că doar de-aia l-ai luat!... Larissa & Jordan The lights on Elm Street were amazingly bright. Larissa walked slowly, her brown eyes darting side to side as she kept her boy within her line of sight. His small boned frame encased in a black leather cat suit and knee high boots looked entirely feminine from the back; especially since she had told him long ago to let his blonde hair grow out into a mass of curls. She smiled to herself, watching as he made his way unsteadily toward their destination. He had no real idea what she had in store for him on this night. She was sure he would meet this little challenge. After all, she had been preparing him for months. Larissa reached her boy’s side just as he arrived at the club’s entrance. The doorman gave their ID’s a cursory glance before waving them through. Inside, all was noise and laughter, smoke and music. Bass throbbed through speakers located through out the small club, making conversation difficult at best. She snagged his hand with her own and tugged him forward. “Time for a drink, Jordana.” ~Eight months earlier~ Larissa awakened to the feel of her boy curled around her backside, his body donating his heat to keep her warm. She yawned and stretched before prodding him awake with a fingertip. “Get up, you overslept, again.” He jumped and she laughed to herself at his wide-eyed appearance. His body was lithe and trim, covered with a fine sprinkling of pale blonde hairs over lightly tanned skin. Even his green eyes gave every appearance of innocent young androgyny. She mused for a moment before deciding that today would begin their next phase in his training. After a shower and breakfast, Larissa gave him a list of tasks to complete before her next visit. Most of these were as per usual but Larissa added a new one: the task of complete bodily hair removal. Well-trained, he knew not to second-guess her. However, Larissa could see the questions in Jordan’s clear green eyes. She left him with a kiss and a grin. This was going to be fun. Jordan was more than curious about Larissa’s new order. It offended something deep down inside of him. Knowing his small stature and delicate bone structure gave him every appearance of almost femininity; he had always kept himself as well toned and masculine as possible. Yet, here she was giving him the order to remove one of the few things that actively showed his gender. He debated not doing it. The thought was almost more than he could bear. In the end, he had two choices. Do as she commanded or ask for release from service. He could not ask for a release for such a small thing. With a heavy heart, he went to find out the best types of hair removal for himself. Two days passed before he arranged for a complete body wax. The procedure was both more and less painful than he expected, but took hours. Two girls worked on him, giggling lightly as they applied the warm wax and ripped it off again and again. His entire body ached by the time they were finished. There was absolutely no hair left, even his sparse groin hair was gone. He was tremendously embarrassed and flabbergasted at the amount they charged to cause him such discomfort. Once home, he stripped out of his jogging suit and gave himself a thorough once over in the mirror. He felt gay and not in anyway that could be considered happy or joyful. He made his way slowly to the bathroom and ran a nice cool shower. He got in and allowed the coolness to calm the burning of his skin. He ran his fingers along his body as he lathered up. He felt like a girl for God’s sake! It did not take long for him to realize that he was more sensitive as his soft cock slowly raised to attention beneath his soapy hands. He knew better than to get off. That pleasure was for Larissa alone, but that did not stop him from enjoying the smoothness of his own skin beneath his hands. Larissa arrived the next day. Together, they explored his new sensitivity. She was delighted by his new look and let him know it countless ways: a stroke along a hairless belly or quivering flank, a kiss on smooth legs, a smile as she looked into his green eyes framed by beautifully sculpted eyebrows. By the end of their visit, Jordan was as pleased as she was. Waxing became a monthly occurrence and the only thing added to Jordan’s list of duties. Soon, he began to believe it was really his own idea. Larissa just smiled and enjoyed the feeling of hairless boy flesh quivering beneath her hands. The next stage was a little more difficult for all involved. Larissa had given her boy two months to become accustomed to the idea of being completely hairless. It did not take nearly that long, but she wanted him to be at ease with it before she introduced her next step. Jordan was bound across a small ottoman, his taut butt pleasantly welted by an earlier strapping. She massaged his ass using scented herbal oil paying special attention to the crevasse, sliding her fingers along the crack before easing first one finger then two into his virginal ass hole. He jumped and moaned slightly but never moved a way from her hands. With economical grace, Larissa stood and walked to her tote. A tiny tube of lubricant and a small anal probe soon offered themselves up from the tote’s depths. She moved silently to her place behind him enjoying the sight of his red, welted butt. “Ok. Relax, this won’t hurt a bit.” Larissa smiled as she watched him struggle to control his immediate reaction. He wanted to see what she was doing. She knelt behind him and spread his ass cheeks apart, squirting lube deep within his puckered brown hole. Jordan began to squirm, fiercely. She stopped her attempt at once and stepped away. “Look, Boy, we can either do this my way or I can untie you and leave. I have done things your way for far too long. If that is the type of submissive you want to be, one who doesn’t want to test his boundaries, a bottom that thinks he is a top, that’s fine with me. I won’t be happy about releasing you, but I will.” Larissa grew silent as she let her softly spoken words sink in. “Is the problem one of trust, Boy?” “No, Ma’am,” was Jordan’s solemn reply. “What is the problem?” “I don’t want to be a bitch boy, Ma’am.” He spoke with a bit more spirit. “Would you prefer I do these things with someone else?” “No, Ma’am.” “So then, what am I to do, Jordan? I want to do this. I want you to let me. Your only choice is whether I release you from service or you let me do what I choose to do. There are no other choices.” Larissa waited silently, her body thrumming with repressed anger at the denial. She swallowed it down with some effort and waited for Jordan to speak. Five minutes later, he did so. “Please Ma’am, continue.” Larissa smiled but made no move to finish her plans. “I have decided to release you instead. I don’t have time for little boys who can’t make up their minds.” Jordan’s response was to ask again. When denied, he begged to remain in her service, finally breaking down completely into sobbing. It was at that precise moment, that Larissa squirted lube on the anal probe and leaned forward to insert it. He jerked and groaned in response. Jordan was lost in sensation. The feeling of fullness was one he had never before experienced. He felt as if she had turned on a switch inside of him. Part of him wanted to protest this invasion. Yet, the throbbing in his cock spoke far more of his excitement than any words he could say concerning his unease or anger. Larissa soothed him with kisses and praise untying him from the ottoman and pulling him into her arms. Wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock, she jerked twice and allowed him to cum on her hand before making him lick it clean. Phase two was now in motion. Jordan soon became used to the feeling of the probe. It pressed against something inside of him that provided all sorts of illicit thrills. She had told him to remove it only during bathroom breaks and bedtime. The first few days had been uncomfortable, but that passed, eventually. When she introduced him to the next size, he wasn’t sure it would fit. The period of adjustment was a bit longer, but he grew accustomed to it as well. He laughed to himself whenever he saw the big tub of lube Larissa had provided for him. Inside he felt different, no less masculine than before, but something was changing. He was too scared to bring his fears to Larissa’s attention. Anyway, his worries seemed unfounded. The Final Phase ~ three months ago~ Jordan was trussed tightly, a velvet blind covering his eyes, his arms stretched above his head and anchored to a small steel hook. Larissa circled him, her fingernails tracing designs on his skin. “Do you know what I want from you, Jordan?” “No, Ma’am.” “Well, I would love to see you take a cock.” Jordan’s body jerked as her words hit him and his thoughts raced. ‘Get fucked? Like a girl? Like some homo? Oh hell no!’ Larissa continued her circling, teasing him by lightly stroking him, cupping his scrotum in her tiny hands. His cock began to harden instantaneously from her ministrations, his body thrusting forward against her palms. She stopped. He moved toward her, his movements hampered by the length of his restraints. She stepped back and reached for her ever-present tote. Inside were a custom fitted leather harness and a nicely molded dildo. She removed her clothing before strapping the harness on and placing the dildo for best effect. It rubbed against her clit with each movement, making her shiver. It took a few tries to get it adjusted properly, but once she did so, the effect sent shivers straight through her. “Jordan, I am going to fuck you.” His answer was a whimpering sigh. Larissa wanted his co-operation but more than that, she wanted to see just how he would react to this invasion. Would he accept it or would he fight her? She bent to grab a footstool and strode back to Jordan, allowing her cock to brush against him. He moaned and jerked but said nothing to stop her. Larissa removed Jordan’s latest probe from his ass, the largest one they sold, a little bit bigger than 6 inches. She squirted more lube into the now empty hole before slathering some on her dildo. Then, she stepped up on the stool, which placed her directly at his anal entrance. She set the head against his hole and slowly eased herself in. He went wild, bucking and moving so frantically that Larissa had to hold on tight to his waist with one hand. The other she used to deliver a stinging slap to his cock, which was now even harder than before. Jordan’s breath rasped out of him as he forced himself to hold still. Confusion reigned as unknown sensations raged though him. Damn it, he was straight! He tried to control the need to fuck back against Larissa as she stroked in and out of him, her hand caressing his cock in tandem with her thrusts. Eventually, the pleasure over rode his need to stay still. She fucked him harder and faster, her voice a whisper in his head, her hand bringing him closer to that final place of release. A guttural cry, dredged from some primal place, echoed around the room as she came. Her sound sent him spiraling over, into his release. Even then, tears of hurt and anger trickled down his cheeks from beneath the blind. Larissa felt them as she removed the blind and then the leather cuffs holding him stationary. She stepped off the footstool and motioned him to kneel. Jordan did as bid, his body limp from his orgasm and shame. He was glad she could not see into his head. A fierce anger burned inside. He wanted release from service. He did not want this. He would not accept this. Larissa’s soft words brought him up short. “Thank you. You did well and I am beyond pleased. I know you believe you want me to release you from our contract. You think that I have made you into less of a man. Well, I don’t think I have. I think that you are more than you previously thought. So, my pet, shall we see just how far this transformation takes us? Or do you wish to part company?” “Ma’am, this would be easier if I knew what all of this was for.” Larissa took a moment to gather her thoughts. After all, she did not feel as if her reasons were really that important. “Jordan, I have always wanted to take a boy and bring him out. It has been a fantasy for as long as I can remember. To know that someone respects me, needs me, craves me so much he will try anything I ask, including cross-dressing or bi-sexual encounters. My reasons are so varied; I could not list them all, even if I wanted. I choose you to discover this with me. I want you to receive the benefit of my lust, my caring, my need to be a part of this. In all reality, I don’t want to hear no from you, but I know this is not what you expected from our relationship. At this point, the choice is yours. But if you agree, then we will go all the way.” Jordan’s words were slow but sure when he responded. “OK, Ma’am. You seem to know more about this than I do. I will follow where you lead.” Larissa’s answering smile and hug were all that he could have ever desired and more. ~The Transformation~ They shopped and Jordan spent more time in the women’s clothing section than he had ever thought possible. Under garments, hosiery, shoes, boots, dresses, pant suits. Luckily, he was almost as easy to shop for as any small boned female. The first time he slipped on a pair of boy cut satin panties; he made such a mess in the front that Larissa had no choice but to buy them. He was sure he would die of embarrassment. Larissa just smiled at him and took him to another store. They spent weeks searching for the perfect outfits, the perfect shoes and the perfect style. Each new item was a revelation for Jordan. Each new thing he touched or tried on, brought him closer to the place of complete acceptance. After the wardrobe was complete, they began the lessons: comportment, make-up, and hairstyling. Larissa pulled so many drag queens before him, he felt like a stud for rent. His favorite artiste was Justin, a small oriental boy who was absolutely stunning in full drag. From him, Jordan learned the art of tuck and tape, gliding and wiggling. Jordan enjoyed all of this far more than he thought possible. Larissa complimented him continuously and he enjoyed the rush of going out in public with her, dressed as his alter ego. The decadent feeling of fucking her, while wearing corsets and boy cut briefs in satin and lace, was just an added bonus. Soon, she took to calling him “Jordana” causing him to blush whenever they were out. He was unsure of the direction this would take, though he enjoyed her intentions far more than he had thought he would. At least he had until last night. ~The night before~ “Jordana, come here please.” Jordan ambled slowly to her, walking seductively in the three-inch pumps she had instructed him to wear for her visit. She smiled at him as he entered the room, her brown eyes moving over his frame, taking him in from the top of his prettily curled hair to the tips of his navy blue pumps. “You look lovely, Pet. Kneel for me.” It took a bit of doing, the tiny blue mini causing Jordan some problems, but he finally managed it. He knelt in front of her, hands on his thighs, ass resting on his pumps, eyes straight ahead. “I would like to take you out to a club tomorrow night. There is a young man I would like for you to meet. If things go well, I want to watch you two together.” Larissa grew silent as she waited for his answer. This is why she had been training him - this test. It was one thing for him to know he pleased her when she was fucking him with her strap-on. It was completely different for another man to take the ass that belonged to her. She wanted him to take it and get off from it, because that would please her as well. Would he do it, though? Would he trust her judgment at least enough to try it? She sat quietly, awaiting his words. How else could she revel in his submission to her if he would not trust her with the small part of him that had always remained buried in his psyche? She wanted this, but even more, she thought he needed to do this regardless of what his mind yelled at him. Jordan listened to her, his mind a jumble of thoughts. Did she really expect him to allow some unknown man to fuck him? Is that what she was asking? Could he even do it? Was there something inside of him that made her think he would do this? Finally, the answer dredged itself from his brain. It was not only about what he would allow; it was about her complete control over his sexuality. It was a form of submission to her will, not just a homosexual act. Could he submit to her in this as well? The answer to those questions was much easier. “OK Ma’am. What should I wear?” ~A return to the present~ “Time for a drink, Jordana.” They made their way past the jostling crowds and sat down at the bar. A big bruiser of a bar tender took their orders, barely glancing at Larissa as he ate Jordan alive with his eyes. Jordan blushed and lowered his head. Larissa reached out for her boy’s hand, letting him derive strength from her grasp. Soon, a well-built, young male joined them. Jordan had to look twice before he realized that the young man was actually Justin. He smiled sweetly at Jordan before turning his head to whisper something into Larissa’s ear. Jordan began to shake, his body finally catching up to what his head all ready knew. Larissa really was going to set him up to fuck or be fucked by a guy. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to leave. Larissa tightened her hold on him for a moment and then, she let go. He knew what that meant. She was telling him that he could leave, if he chose. He took a few sips of the drink that had magically appeared before him and worked to control his breathing. Eventually, Larissa arose from the bar stool and beckoned both young men to follow her. Jordan glanced sideways at Larissa’s pick for him. Justin really was sexy in a completely unobvious kind of way. All three of them sat down at a table located far away from the crowded dance floor and loud music. “Jordana, as you must have figured out by now, this is Justin. I chose him for two reasons. The first and most important, he is attracted to you. The second reason is simple. He is amiable to training and can work as a top or bottom. I want to see him put you through your paces. Do you understand?” “Yes, Ma’am.” “Are you ready?” A moment of silence and then the final confirmation, “Yes, Ma’am.” The three of them ordered another round of drinks to celebrate, before exiting the club. They decided Justin would meet Larissa and Jordan at Jordan’s apartment, so that Larissa could answer any unasked questions while she and Jordan were alone. The car ride to Jordan’s was in complete silence. Larissa was not sure if that was a good sign or not. She hoped, for Jordan’s sake, that his silence meant acceptance. Jordan entered his house first, turning on lights as he went. Larissa noticed his slight shakiness as he bent to unzip and remove his boots. She called him to her side and waited as he joined her in the living room. “I will be there during every step, Jordan. Do not worry.” Jordan nodded and then asked with a small smile for a hug. She granted his request before pushing him gently away. “Go to your bedroom and undress. I will be along shortly with Justin.” A few moments later, the doorbell rang. Larissa motioned Jordan to move along before going to answer the door. “Hey Justin, come on in.” Justin came in, his smile wide and dimpled. “He is waiting for you. Go get acquainted and I will be in shortly.” ~The Bedroom~ Jordan was scared. No other word described the twisting in his gut. He struggled to control his breathing but nothing seemed to work. He was overheating in every sense of the word. Finally, the door opened and Justin entered, alone. “Hello Jordan.” Jordan’s heart rate sped up a bit more. It was almost time for the party to begin. Jordan nodded at Justin and looked toward the door, his heart calming when Larissa made her entrance, carrying a small chair. “Justin, you may begin whenever you are ready.” Larissa & Jordan Justin motioned toward the bed and Jordan moved, sitting upon the edge of it as Justin stripped out of his clothing. Jordan’s body began to shake; small trembling shivers that raced across his skin. He did not want to do this. Justin must have seen the hesitation but he said nothing. Instead, he walked over to join Jordan on the bed. “Lay down.” Jordan eased himself down, his eyes closing against the glare of the light. With quick hands, Justin tied a black blindfold over his eyes. Jordan was torn. It seemed right, as if this was something he should be doing. Did that mean he no longer loved or needed Larissa? He shook his head slightly to dislodge that thought and then gasped when he felt the first electric contact of Justin’s mouth on his chest. Justin’s mouth was warm and soft, the slight abrasion of a five o’clock shadow creating friction on Jordan’s skin. Jordan struggled to maintain his silence, but it was difficult… so difficult. He concentrated on each new sensation. The stroke of strong hands cupping his dick, teeth biting his nipples and nibbling down his belly. It was all a bit much. The bed moved. A few moments later, Jordan felt Justin by the head of the bed. “Open your mouth, Jordan. I am going to teach you how to suck a dick.” Red lights exploded in Jordan’s brain. He did not want to suck a dick. That was for fags. Jordan turned his head away, but Justin reached down and yanked his head back to the side before slapping him, once, across the face. “Open up.” With a whimper, Jordan did as instructed. That first taste of velvet cock head made him gag. Justin buried one hand in his hair and withdrew from Jordan’s mouth. “If you vomit on me, I will make you lick it off of me. Try it again.” Inch by inch, Justin invaded Jordan’s virginal mouth, fucking his face with slow even strokes. Jordan wanted to believe that he felt nothing but contempt and disgust. There was no use in denial, as he could not lie to himself. His own cock was hardening in response to what he was doing to Justin. There was a moment of emptiness as Justin pulled away from Jordan and climbed up onto the bed. Then, he sucked the head of Jordan’s cock into his mouth. Jordan arched up, his hips a piston of heat. It felt as if he were on fire! Jordan could not contain the moans or gasps. It felt too good. With a tug, Justin rolled him over and moved them both into the sixty-nine. Jordan latched on and began sucking like mad, as Justin brought him to the edge of orgasm, repeatedly. There was no more room for thought, no more time to doubt. Jordan just went with it. A few minutes later, he came. Justin followed not long after, thrusting his cock into Jordan’s face and filling his mouth with sperm. Off came the blindfold. “I want you to fuck my ass, Jordan.” Jordan’s brain screeched to halt. ‘Fuck Justin? In the ass?’ He looked over at Larissa, but she said nothing. It was to be his decision. He thought it over for a few moments and then he spoke. “What should I do?” Justin explained. Jordan stood and went for his own tub of lube and his stash of condoms. Then he positioned Justin on all fours, before dipping a hand into the lubricant. The process was painstakingly slow, as Jordan had never attempted this before, but Justin was patient. Soon, there was more than enough wetness for easy access. The soft rip of condom paper broke the bated silence of the room and then Jordan placed his dick at the anal entrance. One short thrust and Jordan had to stop. It was too tight, too hot, too much. Justin slid backwards, pulling Jordan deeper into his hot ass. “Now, fuck me.” That softly spoken command goaded Jordan into action. With one hand, he gripped Justin’s hip while his other reached around to stroke Justin’s dick. It took a few minutes’ to get the right rhythm, but once he had it, Jordan fucked Justin with all of his might, pounding away at the tight ass before him. Their combined moans and gasps seemed to edge it along until Jordan felt as if he could go no more. One thrust and a slow deep grind took him over the edge. Justin whimpered beneath his hand as he shot his load all over the bed. The boys collapsed, Jordan’s dick still snug inside of Justin’s ass. There was no noise for at least fifteen minutes and then Jordan got up and moved away, scooting over to the other side of the bed. Tears ran unchecked down his face as he looked for, and found, Larissa’s gaze. “Have I pleased you, Ma’am?” Larissa got up and moved to the bed. With one hand, she pulled him up and into her arms, cuddling him close. “Yes, you have dear. Feel.” She took his hand and guided it between her thighs. The heat and moisture were intense. She moved Jordan to her side and glanced at Justin. “Do you think you could rise to the occasion one more time?” Justin flipped over and grinned up at them. “Oh yes,” Jordan replied. “Good.” Larissa climbed up into the bed and eased back, her thighs spread wide. “Jordan, make me cum. Justin, fuck him.” Jordan looked at her. He knew he could take a dick in the butt. Larissa’s strap on was a just a bit bigger than Justin. But, a guy fucking him? He wanted to protest, to beg off. He did nothing. Instead, he buried his face into the moist heat of Larissa and let Justin do whatever he would do. There was wetness, fingers stretching him, making room. A sound as Justin opened and unrolled a condom, and then the first teasing thrust. Justin’s hand came around to grip him. The heat, the moans of Larissa from his tongue and fingers, the constant friction of Justin’s hand, the fullness of his ass; all of that conspired against him, making his orgasm speed through him. Then Larissa came, followed closely by Justin. Jordan collapsed. His eyes closed and the sounds of Larissa whispering to Justin followed him into his dreams. Larissa Tease Me Please I watch as she slides her delicate inviting bottom across the white leather front seat of my new car, and when she is positioned as she wants to be, she leans across and kisses me tantalizingly on my cheek. And as Larissa's soft smooth lips kiss me I feel her soft warm breasts press hard up against me as I sit lounging in my black Mercedes convertible. She is such a teasing tormenter. Bless her gorgeous succulent body! I can see her sexy black thong under the Baby Phat mini skirt she has worn for me. I can feel my blood pressure rising as my body responds in lust to her open invitation. She is so yummy and I feel a burning hunger of throbbing lust within me. As expected, she wiggles her lovely legs and beautiful bottom about enticingly on the seat of the sleek roaring hotrod that is my car. She is exhibiting her flesh of silky passion, and making sure I am spellbound at her exposed succulent thighs. Oh it's such a luscious tease that I want to shut my eyes and enjoy the waves of lust that are washing over me. I want to reach out and run my hands all over Larissa's hot smooth legs and feel her tempting and delightful juicy pussy flesh. She knows and embodies the gorgeous sensuality that is already driving me wild with unquenched lust, taunting me with her temptingly desirable and curvaceous goddess body. Once again I feel my cock growing uncomfortably hard in my tight pants, as my lust grows and I long to kiss her tender luscious lips and slide my tender tongue into her. My eyes travel up from her exposed tauntingly inviting thighs under that teasing Baby Phat mini skirt up to her pink spaghetti strap tank top that shows me more than my mother would have thought good for me. I can see her thin and almost transparent black strapless bra through the tank top. I know she done that to make sure I can't help myself; she knows my mind will direct my eyes and I will be driven uncontrollable in my rightful search for those succulent pouting nipples. Larissa knows I love to roll those buds of softness around in my mouth and suck on so lovingly on them as my tongue wanders over them to compliment their enticingly loving form. Larissa must be really beyond her boundary of lust containment. Knowing that she is so turned on already is an easy feat for an expert in her body's delights; I can see the outline of those perfectly luscious nipples through her pink spaghetti strap tank top. My only consolation is that in payment for her unmerciless teasing she has no idea where I'm taking her body as a treasure for the pirates of lust. The wild party we are on the way to participate in is too hot and full of illegal activity for me to tell you about; on this sanitized site of debauchery. I slip the Mercedes into drive, we roar off down the road bathed in rising heat, and the air-conditioner swings into action, cooling us a little as the day's heat bakes us in our dreamy lust. As the coolness envelopes us, we are still warm enough to allow Larissa's gorgeous body its uninhibited teasing of me, and thus it continues unabated. I lean across and whisper in her ear, "I want to eat your delicious body all up." She looks at me tauntingly, and tells me with her pouting mouth, "be a good boy or you'll get severely punished." We laugh as I lick my lips and place more downward pressure on the accelerator as the Mercedes glides across the bitumen and heads towards the motorway. We are tearing towards my feast of her flesh as I hunger to run my tongue all over her moist soft lips hoping that her love juices will cover my mouth in squirting ecstasy as she comes for me. As we drive along that motorway, I am glancing at my gorgeous Larissa; looking longingly at her exposed thighs. Enjoying my manliness nature that desires the exhibition of female flesh and drives my rod to push even faster. I'm shifting about in my seat, trying to get a better look up her teasing skirt and between her legs of energetic pleasure. Teaser she is, as she is pouting at me, suggestively teasing me with her moist and inviting lips. I watch as she runs her tongue around her lips just the way she does when she sucks my cock until it explodes with milky cum. She asks me "wouldn't you love me to be sucking your hard cock now? I know it's throbbing in your pants you naughty boy. I want to run my tongue all over your cock, suck you balls, and have you screaming as I make you cum uncontrollably. But you can't cum can you, you have to just sit there watching me tease you. Don't you!" It's frustratingly stressful. Larissa knows how to punish me for the agent of lust that I am. She starts to moan like she does when she is playing with her pussy. Larissa, to taunt me further, is making the groaning and panting sounds she does when I am eating her moist and invitingly horny pussy. My cock is so hard in my tight pants it starts to hurt. That would just make Larissa happier. It's unbelievable the taunting she wants me to endure! My desire for her grows and grows, created organically as she makes me listen to the juicy sounds of lust filled groaning, and my mind is constantly reminded of the painful throbbing contained in my grasping pants. Larissa can't resist, she inquires of me teasingly, "can you see me slip my hands under my pink spaghetti strap tank top, and pull down my silky black strapless bra just enough so I can rub and tease my pink and luscious nipples for you?" I nod my head. Trapped in her game. A pawn of hers in a game of lust. "You have to watch me but you can't touch can you? And I know you want so much to suck my succulent nipples, don't you, you bad boy?" she says as she once again run her tongue suggestively across succulent lips. Then she play with my lust encrusted nature. Her play is a show that wins her my cock's applause. It is trapping me as I can hear her continuing to moan as she plays with her breasts and nipples; I am filled with overwhelming lust for her body. My cock, rock hard, throbs so painfully. I want to free my hardness and bury it where my nature tells me it is meant to be. She knows just how to tease me unmercifully! Larissa your play is so cruel I would endure the physical pain you delight in, rather than the tantalizing pain of your moaning show of debauchery. Then she teases me with, "I want you to watch as I slide my hands over my quivering hot pussy now. You know it feels so horny and I can feel my juices are running out all over my thong. I can feel my pussy lips are so swollen from thinking about you and wishing you were eating me up right now!" You know I want so much to bury my face in that heavenly place where I dine in lust. Instead I must endure her showing me what I can't have yet. "But you can't touch me now so I'm just going to play with myself, while you drive us, as I wait for us to get to our surprise," she smiles and groans at me. Out of the corner of my eyes I watch as she opens herself up, that flower of beauty is what I long to hold and breath in. I can see her finger sliding over her pussy and she begins to groan and moan even loader. Her lust aroma greets my nostrils and traps my mind. I can smell her womanly perfume which just makes me want to fill her pussy up with my cock even more. And I know, that she knows, that I am aware that she is purposely taunting me by filling the car with the musky scent of her own lust filled pussy. I shift my bottom around on my seat as I try to gain some comfort for myself as my cock continues to ache in its prison pants. This cruel teasing performance of Larissa's making is driving me wild with desire. I know she will get my hard cock in her at the party but that is still some time away. I want her so much right now but I know I can't have her as my Mercedes purrs along in harmony with Larissa groans of lust. Then she teases me further by saying, "I'm slipping three fingers into myself. Can you hear the sounds of my fingers working themselves in and out of my pussy, I'm using my fingers to roughly finger fuck myself in my tight pussy, it could be my pussy sucking your cock into me you know." How can a man endure so much teasing? I want it to stop, but the other part of me wishes that it might never end. "Are you too busy for me? I need your cock in me, can't you feel how much I want you filling me with that cock of yours? Can't you hear the squishing sounds of my soaking wet pussy as I play with it, knowing that it's ready for you to slide inside me and squirt me full of your cream," she asks me as she entices me into a frenzy of internal lust. "I know it's music to your ears ... you love it when you can listen to me playing with myself. I know your cock would love to be sliding in and out of me, because you are very naughty boy!" she pouts in growing success at my failure to cope with her teasing. "You know my thong is soaking wet from all my juices, but you know I need more, and I love it when my thong is rubbing on my clit as I finger myself," she smiles as she tells me what she is doing to herself. It is the sound of tantalizing teasing from a woman of lust who knows how to play with my lust filled mind. She continues to groan as she pleasures herself to tease me into submission. "I want you to smell these as I play with myself", she tell me. She slowly lifts her bottom off the seat and takes her thong off over her silky smooth legs and black high heel shoes. She then leans over and places her thong under my nose. "Go on hold them, inhale the aroma of my drenched pussy juices on my thong as I rub my clit and finger myself. You know I can feel how swollen my clit is, I'm squirming in my seat as I rub my clit harder and harder for you, knowing you can smell what it's doing to my pussy," she teases me as I give up my right to reality and slid into my own sea of ecstasy. "Go on you pervert, suck on my soaking wet thong. I want to watch you suck on it. I know you can't touch me. I want to hear you suck on that thong while I make myself cum," she instructs me. "Knowing you are suffering with your raging hard cock about to spurt its cream everywhere in your tight pants makes me want to come even more!" she demanded of me. So I did what I wanted to do anyway, and made sucking noises as my mouth and its lips sucked on her thong; as we speed along in my new beautiful Mercedes car. You know it was all I dreamt it would be, this trip of ours. It was ours and together we were enchanted in lustful dreams that belonged to our togetherness in the sleekness of this metal stage. I knew she was very close to coming as I watched her muscles tighten across her face. And then it was upon her. Larissa's powerful orgasm causes her to scream out as she comes and comes again. Her breathing is irregular for some time and she has obviously been able to give herself very wonderful multiple orgasms. I knew she loved teasing me, and I would do anything to assist her to reach that higher level of enjoyable bliss. I intend to embrace that blissful orgasmic lust later in the evening at the party, where she will be the centre of sexual attention. I'd have my physical satiating fun then! But until then I was content to have her tease me until she had her fill of pleasure on the road to our destination of licentious secrecy.