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The Bet reLoaded Ch. 01

By: jomar



I hope you enjoy the kink. 

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"Fuck!"

Lilla flicked back her brilliant shoulder length red hair in that way women do and laughed. "Aww, poor baby." She set her coffee on the end table.

"Not funny," I said. I was sore that I had lost our latest bet and a little afraid of what she had in store.

"Is too," Lilla said and straddled me. I was sitting on the sofa looking up at her. "Oh baby, we're gonna have such fun!" Her bright green eyes sparkled and she made several small claps, her hands held upright. 

"Fuck. So what're your plans this time?" 

"Hmmm, let's see." She tapped a finger on her chin, looked up and pretended to be thinking about what she would do with me. She finally shrugged. "Oh well, I'll think of something."

"Oh, man," I said.

"I think you mean 'Oh, woman,'" Lilla said with a smirk and wriggled against me.

"Not again," I whined. 

Lilla began to grind on me. "Yes, again! Oh my god! It was so much fun! Don't you remember?"

"How could I forget." I adjusted my cock.

Lilla giggled and said, "See?"

"What do you expect? You're sitting on my dick!"

"Nu uh, can't fool me, sugar. Oh! I just adored you in those girly outfits! They were so pretty!" She took my face in her hands and looked me in the eyes. "I bet you've missed the Hurley's, haven't you?"

"No," I said a bit too quickly, "I do miss the girls when you're away, though." I untied her cobalt blue satin robe and pushed it off her shoulders and let my hands slide down her arms and to the side of her breasts. Lilla straightened her arms and let the robe slip to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties.

I leaned in and Lilla pulled her head back, said, "No motorboating!" so I did and she laughed and grabbed my head, pulling my mouth to a nipple where I bit and chewed and licked and nibbled and until she moaned softly. 

Lilla shifted and raised and I pulled down my black nylon gym shorts. She sat down on me with a "Woof," taking me deep into that velvety place, so tight, so hot. 

Lilla slowly rotated her hips, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted. I watched her head tilt to one side then roll forward, her blazing hair gently flowing, and in a soft voice, "God, that's so good. You fill me up, baby."

"Mmm," I said and let her work me. She flexed a muscle and tightened around me and smiled, rewarded by my moan.

I clenched a muscle and my cock twitched in her. "Ooh! Nice one, dollbaby. Now just sit back and let me do the work. You'll be getting busy later."

I watched with lust and love as Lilla rotated and ground and snapped her hips and rubbed her pussy and finally threw her head back and stiffened and cried out and collapsed on me. "Whew, that's some ride there, buckaroo," Lilla said, her head on my shoulder. 

"Hey, what about me?" I said. 

"Oh yeah," Lilla said and began bouncing up and down on my cock, her hair and breasts jiggling and swaying.

"Boing, boing, boing," Lilla said and laughed and I laughed with her and met her landings with hard thrusts until I flexed and cried out and came deep inside of my precious Lilla. 

She pushed me over so I was lying on the couch and crawled up my body. "Okay, darling, you know what to do. Get it all." She straddled my face, her bare pussy over my mouth and I licked her. 

"Oh yes. You're so good at this. Mmm." She placed a hand on my head to guide me. "I'm so glad you like this, honey. Cleaning me up and all. I know I do." She sighed, then, "Ooh!" when I hit a sensitive spot.

"Kind of funny that this is one of the things that stayed with us after a bet, huh. You cleaning me up. And the occasional strapon. God, I love that. Pounding into you with my big cock and watching the pleasure on your face. Oh, and sex in public, that's always a gas. You ever think about it, baby? What sticks? Or why?" Her voice was low and thick. I licked and chewed her lips and lapped my cum that dribbled out of her. I didn't mind the mixture of smells and flavors anymore. I kind of liked it, looked forward to it, wanted to please her. Lilla brings out both my dominant and submissive sides. 

She stroked my hair and my cock as I licked my cum out of her pussy. "Oh sweetheart, it makes me so happy to know that you care for me so much you'd lick cum out of me and clean me up like this." I sucked her hairless pussy, drawing the juices out. She looked down at me, her fingers entwined in my hair, pulling me against her.

"Do you ever pretend it's someone else's?" My eyes widened and I looked up at Lilla, her eyes boring into mine, a smirk on her face. She rotated her hips a little. "You know, pretend it's someone else's jizm? That you're licking another man's love honey out of my used pussy?"

I shook my head. "Liar," she said. "I bet you do. Maybe not all the time, but I bet you have at some point. Pretended that you're cleaning me up after another man has fucked me." Lilla giggled. "Not that I'd fuck another man, of course. Unless you wanted me too, darling. Unless you want to lick another man's splooge from my pussy. Or my ass. I'd do it for you because I love you so much. Ooh! Your boner twitched. I wonder what that means." She laughed. "But really, you're the only man for me. Ohh! Yes. Right there." She squirmed on my face. "But am I the only woman for you?" I nodded." She smiled a curious smile and said, "Finish me off, lover." And I did.

Lilla lay beside me on the couch, one long leg over mine and stroked my cock. "I have some planning to do, honeybear. And I have to get you some new clothes, new shoes and accessories, of course." She popped up on an elbow and put a hand on my chest and drew in a sharp breath. "You could shop with me! Wouldn't that be a turn on?"

"I think not."

"Would too! Just imagine it. Just a couple of girls out for a shopping spree, trying on clothes, looking at lingerie. Watching the boys drool over us. You'd get into to it, I know you." Lilla said and lay back down and stroked me, her small hand soft, but firm. 

"Ugh. Do we really have to?" I said.

"Do what, honey bun?"

"You know."

"What?"

"All that fem stuff."

Lilla smiled. "Of course not."

"Yes!" 

"But we're going to, aren't we, baby." She kissed my cheek. "You lost a bet and you have to do what I say." 

"But..." 

"Now, now, sugar. As I recall you had a grand old time the first go 'round. You took right to my cock, well, your cock," Lilla giggled. She had made a mold of my erection and made a dildo from the mold, then fucked me with it. She fucked me with my own cock, telling me it was what she felt when I fucked her. 

"I bet you miss that pecker, don't you, hon. God, I can't wait to get back in that saddle again," she said and squeezed my cock.

"I can hear you, you know." 

Lilla stroked me, scooped up some precum with a finger and I opened my mouth as she brought it to my lips. "Mmm, I'm so lucky to have you, sweetie. I bet a lot of men wouldn't be up for this kind of play. I bet most men wouldn't enjoy their cum as much as you do. Or getting all dolled up like a woman and beg to be fucked in the ass with a strapon."

"I didn't enjoy it that much. I lost a bet and you made me do it. And I didn't beg to be fucked in the ass with a strapon." I remembered bending over the sofa with my skirt flipped up, begging Lilla to fuck me.

"You having memory problems, boy?" She laughed and squeezed my cock again. "Way I recall, as I was fucking you with the strapon in your girlie outfit, was you begging me to fuck you harder and not stop and to make you come. Like this," she said and swooped down on me her hot mouth closing around me like a satin vice. Her tongue hard then soft as it swirled around my head and glans. The sensation was glorious and I moaned. She swooped down then up, used her hand to compliment her mouth. Lilla wet a finger and I felt her probe my rear. I raised my leg to the back of the couch to give her access and thought I heard her say, "Good girl," as her finger penetrated me and I moaned. 

Lillia sucked and stroked my cock and finger fucked me. I pinched and twisted my nipples and felt that sweet pleasure as she pressed my prostate and an image flashed though my mind of a pretty girl dressed in lingerie spreading her legs for Lilla's cock and I moaned as she sucked me and jacked me and her tongue swirled and I grabbed her hair and thrust and came in her mouth. 

Lilla raised back up and kissed me, letting me taste myself, the residue that she hadn't swallowed. "Two weeks till showtime, sport. I got some planning to do," she said as she twirled my long hair in her fingers. 

She got up and said, "Shower time. Come." She held her hand out to me. I took it and I admired her slender body from behind as she led me upstairs to our master bath. In the shower Lilla got me hard, put some lotion on me, her rear, and presented herself by bending over and leaning on the small built-in seat at the back of the shower. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled then her mouth formed an 'O' as I entered her ass, her eyes finally closed and she let her head drop and as I fucked her I couldn't help imagine it was me bent over and taking it, taking it, taking it. With one hand against the stall wall and the other supporting her, Lilla cried out to me to fuck her faster and harder and faster and I did and I came with a roar.

I gently slid out and Lilla turned with a smile and hugged me and kissed me as we stood under the running water, momentarily imagining ourselves to be under a tropical waterfall. We washed each other with tenderness.

Lilla got dressed and in the kitchen she gathered her gear and said, "Gotta run, toots. Got places to go and dainties to buy. For you, that is." She giggled.

As she skipped out the door she trilled over her shoulder, "And take off that Friday. And Monday." 

"Uh oh," I thought as I went into the den, reached for the television remote and began the countdown until Lilla sprang her plan.

The Bet reLoaded Ch. 02



I hope you enjoy the kink. 

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We bet big. To the winner, anything goes for the weekend and the loser must comply. I thought I had it in the bag, but she won. And now I was fucked. Literally. She had plans and the day was due.

Lilla popped up in bed bright and early and pumped her fists in the air. "Yay! Come on, dude! Wake up!" 

I pulled a pillow over my head and moaned. I was a little hungover. Lilla had waxed me from top to bottom and stem to stern last night and I drank white wine to shield the pain of having all the hair on my body below my neck ripped off by a strip of wax. She would only let me drink white wine, saying it was a proper ladies drink. 

"Honey! Get up! We have a big day ahead of us. I need to get started on your hair." 

"What?"

"Your hair, silly. I need to do your hair. No self respecting woman is going to be seen in public with that mop you have."

"What!"

Lilla laughed. "Surprise! We're going on a road trip, sweets. I have hotel reservations a few hours away. It'll be a blast!" Lilla threw the sheet off, popped onto her knees and straddled me. She leaned down, her glorious red hair framing my face. She wiggled her crotch on me and said, "Okay, sport. Today's the day. Ooh, you feel so soft and silky. I bet it's weird with no body hair, huh. I like it. I bet you do too. Now get up and let's get going!"

I was hard and tried to maneuver Lilla so I could fuck her, but she laughed and squirmed away saying, "I don't think you'll be fucking me this weekend," and skipped into the bathroom. 

"Oh, man," I said and rolled out of bed. 

We had a light breakfast then Lilla shooed me to the bathroom to "shit, shower and shave that face to the bone," and to use one of those "fleet thingys," as she called it. I did all that needed doing and called for Lilla. 

Lilla was a master of makeup and hair and all things girly. She took off the rubber band that held my hair in a small ponytail and fluffed me. "I'm so glad you grew your hair out for me. You didn't even balk just once. I'm sure you were hoping I'd win another bet so you could be a girl again. I'm sorry, I mean a woman," she said "a woman" in a deeper, husky voice and giggled and went to work.

She gathered my hair and snipped it and clipped it here and there, stood back to look and worked on me some more. She put shiny things in my hair and plastered it with goop. After awhile she undid everything, made me rinse it and then she blew it dry wielding a brush and moving my head this way and that. 

"Your dick is hard."

"You're naked and you've been flashing your tits in my face. Of course my dick is hard."

"Nuh uh. You're thinking of how beautiful you're gonna look and how I'm gonna fuck your sweet little bum. See! You twitched!"

"Ugh. Just get on with it." 

"And...there." Lilla spun me around and it wasn't me in the mirror. Rather, it was and it wasn't. My shoulder length light brown hair was now blond with highlights and was parted in a line starting above the middle of my eyebrow and the bangs flowed naturally across my forehead to end just below my eye. The ends about my shoulders and neck were feathered and curled and the look was utterly feminine and sublimely sexy. Like I'd just been fucked and wanted to be fucked again.

I shook my head and my hair flowed lightly across my shoulders and settled. I couldn't believe it. "Jesus, that's amazing, Lilla."

"Isn't it! Fucking A, hon. I know you have more than a bit of that androgynous look to you, drew me to you and all, but shit! I had no idea it would turn out this good. And we're not even done yet! I can't wait to see you made up. Here." 

Lilla turned me back around and went to work doing that makeup magic she does so well. "Just a little light day makeup. We'll get you all slutty tonight," she said and giggled. She plucked and shaped my eyebrows and did a little of this and a little of that with a small brush and a pad. Lipstick.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," I said.

"Oh hush," Lilla said and scooped some precum off the end of my hard cock and fed it to me. "You might not believe it but your wiener does and I think he likes it." She deftly worked on my eyes until she was satisfied.

She looked at me and gave a low whistle. "Damn. If you look this good now you're gonna be stunning when you get decked out, doll. A mankiller."

"What." I started to turn and look at myself in the mirror. 

Lilla stopped me. "No, no, not yet, sweets. I want you to get the full effect." Lilla gave me a pedicure and painted my toenails a light cinnamon color, her favorite. She gave me a manicure, put on very high quality fake nails on me and painted them the same shade as my toenails saying, "This color is just fabulous. Goes with anything, babe." 

She wagged a finger at me. "Promise me you won't look in the mirror. I have to get something from the bedroom." 

"Okay."

Lilla padded out and I was tempted to sneak a glance. As I started to turn Lilla yelled, "No looking!" I didn't and she was back with a box.

"What's in the box?"

"Guess."

"The Hurley's," I said with resignation. 

"Bingo, baby! And not just the Hurley's but the new, improved Hurley's. Ooh, there were so many new ones on that website. I was sorely tempted by the Madonna's, the Thora Birche's, the Tyra Banks's. And the Angelina Jolie's, oh my god, to die for! But in the end, once again, I just had to go with the Hurley's. Thirty-six C funbags, cupcake. Do you know I read somewhere they did a poll and hers were considered the best boobs ever. Or something like that."

"Do tell."

"Yes! And now you have them! Isn't that brilliant? Get it? Brilliant? Because that's how they talk in England and Liz is..."

"I get it." 

Lilla laughed. "This is so awesome. Here, have a boob." She took one out of the box and handed it to me. 

It was shaped as I remembered. The base extended beyond the breast form. The sides and bottom of the base followed the shape of the breast until at the widest point, moving toward the top, or shoulder edge, it tapered only slightly and the base edge was only slightly rounded at the top. As Lilla had explained to me before the base was wider at the top than regular breast forms were to look more realistic and hang more naturally, even if the wearer stood on his head, for whatever odd reason that might happen.

I held it. It was flesh colored, of course, and the cover felt almost exactly like skin. It was soft and jiggled like the real thing. The areola was sized somewhere between a quarter and a fifty cent coin and the nipple mid-way between soft and erect. 

"This thing is amazing. What makes it new and improved?" 

"Fuck all if I know. According to the website it has a significantly improved breast fluid viscosity and density matrix interaction leading to a far more realistic experience. They did a blind comparison, you know, real versus fake and guess what?" She said "Guess what," again when I didn't say anything. 

"What?"

"People couldn't tell the difference!" Her eyes were wide and she was leaning toward me, her heels off the ground. "I mean, isn't that insane!"

"What do you mean they couldn't tell a difference? That doesn't make sense."

"They said there's a huge range in titty shapes and tata feel. Like some big ones are firm, some are medium and some are even hangers."

"What's a hanger?"

"You know, ones that are mostly skin it seems. You know, hangers."

"If you say so."

"I do. Okay, babycakes, let's get these puppies on you."

I turned it over and saw a pad and remembered the clamp's subtle caress and its bite. "They improved the clamp system too. See, no clamp anymore. It's held there by adhesive. You can tell me if it's improved or not," she teased. "Amazing shit, truly amazing."

"Whatever." My heart was beating a little faster.

Lilla cleaned my chest with alcohol, dried it, put adhesive on the back of the breast and on the small pad that would be attached to my nipple and areola. She pulled the pad out a little from its recessed position and I noticed the nipple sucked in some as the connecting string tugged it from behind. As before, I stood silently while she glued the pad to my nipple and areola. She eyed me, getting it level, and voila! I had a boobage. 

As Lilla put the other one on me I asked, "Do they come off the same? With a shower?"

"Oh! That's the best part, sweetie. They have a new adhesive, a breathing adhesive, they call it, and your tits can stay on up to a week without having to take them off. All part of the new matiterial. Crap, that joke sucked. Anyway, all part of the new design." 

"Sooo, how does it come off?" I said.

She held up a bottle labeled 'Breast Remover.' "Great. Just as long as it doesn't take my skin off."

"Not to worry. Okay, let me blend the edges." Lilla went back to work on my new tits. "Jesus, this is way better than before. These edges are tapered so sharp and thin it hardly needs touch-up. Especially since they're feathered a bit, too. Man-o-man."

"Here, put these on. Then you can look." Lilla handed me a pair of lacy, rose colored tanga panties. 

I took them and looked at her. She was standing there naked in the brightly lit bathroom, smiling, bouncing on her toes, her hands clasped together under her chin. 

I oriented them and leaned over slightly and my hair flowed sensuously over my skin. My breasts swayed naturally with my movement and my arms grazed them as I reached down and my cock twitched. I stepped into the panties and pulled them up my long, smooth legs, the beginnings of a feminine wriggle already surfacing. I tucked myself down.

Lilla was staring at me. Silent. Eyes wide, a look of amazement on her face. 

"What?"

Lilla put her hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face the mirror. My jaw dropped. A pretty blonde was staring back at me. Me, but not me. Me as a woman. Not a guy with makeup on, but...a woman. The person in the mirror could walk into any room and no one would think twice about gender. I took measure of myself.

Lilla's makeup wizardry had actually made my face pretty. Sexy, feminine blond hair with highlights. Slender, toned body. And killer tits. My shapely thirty-six C breasts. I looked them over carefully, caressed them. Unlike last time, the color of my breasts was exactly the shade of my skin. I couldn't tell where the edges of the base ended and my skin began. The inside edges curved gracefully up towards each other near the top. The outside edges rounding out a bit past my slim torso, out and up and back in. From the top my breasts sloped down, out, back in, where the bottoms curved slightly back up to meet the base. My new and improved Hurley's.

And then we remembered to breathe. 

"Holy shitski, hon. Who the hell is that hot blond?"

"How'd you get the Hurley's to match my skin?"

"I sent a digital photo."

"Oh, that's what that was for."

"Yeah. They couldn't guarantee, but..."

"Shit."

"Yeah. Who'd'a thunk."

I just stared at the lovely woman in the rose colored tanga panties. I turned to the left, to the right. I got a mirror and looked at myself from the rear. I was attractive. I liked the panties and how my bottom looked in them. 

Lilla snapped out of it first. "Got-damn!" She poked one of my boobs and it wobbled then settled like a real one.

"Hey!"

"C'mon, girlfriend! Let's get you dolled up and get on the road. She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. On the foot of the bed were clothes.

"Okay, okay," Lilla bounced up and down on her toes. "Put these on while I get dressed."

"Stockings? During the day?"

"Oh yes, dearest. They're the sheerest of the sheer. Very lightweight. Not that you really need them, of course, but it's a feminine touch and I don't want you to forget for even a moment."

"Like that's gonna happen."

"So don't just stand there. Put them on."

I sat on the edge of the bed and picked one up. It was so very sheer there was really no color to it. I found the opening and quickly gathered it up with my fingers, surprised at how quickly the skill came back. 

"Sweet," Lilla commented. 

I reached down, my arms grazing my breasts, a slight tingle on my nipple and I loved the feel. It felt so delightfully feminine to feel my breasts on my arms. I pointed my toes with the cinnamon colored toenails and wrapped my foot in nylon. I pulled it up and the stocking flowed up and up and up my smooth leg. My cock thickened. And when I let go of the second stocking, pulling it up almost to my groin, I was straining against my pretty, lacy rose colored tanga panties. 

"Hmm, Houston, we have a problem. Tell you what, dear," Lilla said as she stood me up and peeled off my lacy panties, "lean back against the headboard and I'll rub one out for you. Can't have you tenting those pretty panties all day now, can we."

I leaned back on a pillow as she suggested and Lilla settled in next me and I put my arm around her. She stroked my stiff cock, ran her palm over the head and I shivered at the intense pleasure. Lilla stroked me and rubbed me and she talked.

"You have such a nice cock, hon. Look. It's so big in my tiny, delicate hand. A big cock that fills me up. Fills up all my holes, hon." Her hand felt like velvet, her touch soft and hard. "A perfect cock for me. And for you. Are you remembering what it feels like? In your mouth? Your lips wrapped around your cock. Sucking it. Giving me pleasure." She stroked me faster and I moaned. "And in your ass? Filling you all up over and over? Again and again and again?" Lilla stroked me and when I said, "I'm there," she dove down and put the head of my cock in her mouth and jacked me and I came. She rose up and we kissed long after my love was gone. 

"Mmm. That was nice, Lilla."

"It was, wasn't it. No sense wasting perfectly good man juice, I always say. Besides, I didn't want to mess your tummy all up. Alright, let's get this show on the road."

I got out of bed, put my panties back on and picked up the dress Lilla had chosen for me. 

"It's a ribbed v-neck tee dress. Do you like it?"

"I guess."

"Well, silly, put it on."

"No bra?"

"Oooh, you are getting into this. You want to wear a bra-a," she sing-songed

"I...no...I...I mean, isn't a bra standard? You want me in all this other stuff. Aren't you going to have me in a bra too?"

One fist on a hip, her other finger wagging at me. "Can't fool me, missy. You want to wear a bra. But here's the thing, she bounced to her knees on the bed and said, "I did think about it. But then I thought, 'Well, why not just go braless and let the girls fly free.' How can you get anymore feminine than that, really. Feeling them shift and shake, drawing all that attention. So I skipped braland."

"Oh shit," I said.

"Here. Trade those pretty panties for this," Lilla said and handed me a delicate lacy thong that matched my nails. 

"Huh?"

"I want you to wear this thong on the ride."

"Why?"

"Do it and I'll tell you."

I peeled off the lacy tanga panties and slipped on the thong, working it up my legs. I tucked myself in and held out my hands and cocked a leg like, tada!

"Smoking," she said and approached me. She reached behind me and yanked the thong up some, seating it firmly against me. "You feel it, muffin? Deep in the crack of your ass, on your little hole back there?" I nodded. "See, I want you thinking about that back door. The one that I'm gonna tap tonight." I gulped. "Okay, so put on that dress, dude!" she said and slapped my ass.

I slid it over my head, got my arms in the holes and pulled it down, shimmied my hips and straightened it. It was a chocolate color. Three inch wide shoulder straps. Deep cleavage and came to mid-thigh. Cotton. 

"Wow. Gotta say, cupcake. You're a looker. Go check yourself. Wait! Here, put these on first." Lilla pointed to the nightstand. 

I walked over, enjoying the feel and flow of the dress on my skin. I couldn't help but feel pretty, sexy even. I picked up the thin, silver, bangly bracelets and put them on. I dipped my head to one side and clipped on one dangly earring, then did the other side and saw Lilla smile at me. I put on a silver necklace, the thickest part hung just above my cleavage. "Rings?"

"Yes. And that one goes on your ring finger. It keeps most of the men from flirting with you."

"Lilla, I'm not sure..."

"Ah, ah, ah, now. Don't worry your pretty little head off. It'll be just fine. Trust me," she said and began to dress herself in khaki shorts, a white sleeveless blouse and sandals. "Here's your sandals." She held up a pair of simple, strappy sandals that complimented my dress. "I don't think we'll need heels for the ride." I put them on and she said, "Now let's go see."

In the mirror I saw a perfectly lovely woman. I turned from side to side and was amazed to see the image turn with me. I felt my hair sway and caress my neck and shoulders, the earrings tug on my lobes, my breasts shift and settle, the delicate tinkle of my bracelets. So feminine, so sensual. I flicked my hair back in that way women do and said, "I cannot believe that's me."

"Me either," Lilla said quietly, then she whooped, pumped her fists in the air and yelled, "Fuckin' A, hoss, saddle up!"

In the garage we put our bags in the car and Lilla tossed me the keys to the Audi convertible and said, "Shotgun!"

I snatched the keys out of the air, my breasts swaying with a delicious tug on my nipples and my cock twitched and I said, "Uh uh. No way. I am not driving out of here looking like this."

"But sugar bun, you look fantastic!" she smirked.

"Give me a break!" I said and tucked my hair behind an ear, noting the delicate tinkle of my bracelet and the sway of my earrings. "I am not driving through the neighborhood. If anybody sees me I'd just die!" I blushed.

Lilla smiled and said, "Spoken like a true woman, dearest. Tell you what, I'll drive out, top up, and we'll swap when we get out of town. Fair enough?"

"I guess." 

Lilla backed out of the garage and hit the button to close the door. She laughed when I bent over and put my head on my lap and tried to disappear as we drove out of the neighborhood. Lilla stopped outside of town and we exchanged places. She gave me a pair of feminine sunglasses to put on. I put the top down and we were off and on our way. The wind in our hair, the music blaring, riding toward who knows what. 

My skirt rose high on my thighs and I felt the thong against my rear. My breasts jiggled as we drove and the constant gentle tug on my nipples was akin them brushing against the fabric of my dress and it aroused me. My arm pushed against my breast as I held the wheel with a manicured hand. I felt so feminine and alluring as the men who passed us looked us over and the wind swirled up my dress and caressed my thighs with a faint promise of things to come.

"You know, honey bun, there are so many combinations of girl clothes I really wasn't sure what to go with." Lilla turned in her seat toward me. "Skirt and blouse combinations are fun. Corsets and jeans. And bras are tres sexy, especially taking them off. I simply adore bra and panty combos and saw the cutest things for you. But I decided to keep it simple for our first foray." I glance sideways at her and she giggled. 

We arrived without fanfare and I was a nervous wreck walking toward the clerk at the check-in desk. A few of people were milling around. Or coming and going and I felt pretty and feminine and tossed my hair back. Without thinking I walked differently, more gracefully, more poised somehow. The clerk didn't bat an eye when as he handed us the key card to our room with a single king-sized bed, but I could feel his eyes on my firm rear shifting under my clinging dress as we walked to the elevators.




The Bet reLoaded Ch. 02



"See, chicka, I told you he wouldn't notice anything. Nobody will."

"What if I have to talk?"

"You'll just have that whiskey voice thing going on. All the trannys do," she said and laughed. 

"I'm not a tranny."

"A shemale."

"I'm not a shemale."

"A chick with a dick."

"Stop already," I said laughing as we approached our room. I slid the card, the light turned green and we were in. 

Once in the room Lilla turned to me and hugged me. She kissed me lightly and said, "This is so weird feeling, but I like it."

"What?"

"Your tits. I'm used to pressing flat against you. Now your hooters are in play." I laughed. 

We unpacked and there wasn't a manly item in the room, razors notwithstanding. It was late afternoon so we had an early dinner at a nearby bistro. We both ate light. My heart fluttered anxiously whenever I noticed a man looking at me, looking me over. 

"Don't worry, sweets, I won't let them fuck you. Even though that's what they want to do. They just want to take that cute little dress off of you and make sweet love all night long."

"That's not helping."

"You'll get used to it. I get stared at all the time. I've learned to like it, mostly. So will you. Especially tomorrow.

"What?" I said, taking a sip of wine.

"Oh, nothing. We'll talk about it later."

"Ahh, man," I said. Lilla giggled. 

After dinner we walked back to the hotel, arms linked, just a couple of girls out for a stroll. Nobody paid us much mind, but I was aware of the eyes looking me up and down as they passed by. I was shocked to discover that I didn't really mind, it sort of grew on me, even. I was another person and that person was already learning to like men's eyes on her, and the way it made her tummy quiver.

Back in the room Lilla said, "Okay, girl, here's the drill. You go shower up and do all that stuff you know you're supposed to do, including the you know what's."

"Yes, dear," I said and headed toward the bathroom. I took off my chocolate colored ribbed v-neck tee-dress, sandals, sheer stockings and wriggled out of my thong. I took off my jewelry, ran the water and stepped into the shower. I soaped up, washed myself and my cock swelled as I washed my breasts. I bent over to wash my feet and my breasts hung upside down with me, amazingly naturally. These beauties were a marvel of engineering. 

I called Lilla when I was out. I was drying myself with a thick white towel when she waltzed in, handed me a glass of champagne, smacked my rear and said, "Nice ass, I think I'm gonna hit that. Tap it. Get me some!" and giggled when I shook my Hurley's at her. 

Lilla took over and coifed my hair, putting a sassy little curl in the bottom. She giggled and played with my clit, she called it, while she made up my face and did my eyes in a slightly darker shade for the evening. She painted my nails a lovely burgundy color and handed me a pair of matching lacy tanga panties. Matching lipstick. As I put on my dangly earrings and bracelets, feeling more feminine by the second, Lilla commented we should just go ahead and get my ears pierced, to which I demurred.

On the bed was a dress. Lilla was excited about it and said, "Oh, darling, isn't it glorious! It's a burgundy halter dress. Microfiber, so it will just cling and shimmer on you! And look! A brilliant elasticized empire waist! It's fantastic! And your nails, lips and panties match. Every woman should be so coordinated. Here, put these on first." She handed me sheer black thigh highs. 

I sat on the bed and went through the ritual again. My cock thickened in my pretty, lacy burgundy tanga panties as I gathered the stocking in my fingers pointed my toe and felt it whisper up my leg to end just below my balls. I let the other stocking float up my leg and Lilla handed me a pair of black, open toe sandals with an ankle strap. Four inch heels. So sexy and alluring. 

I stood and picked up the dress, a thin slippery material, like liquid cloth. My heart beat faster, my panties tightened. I slipped it over my head and it felt sublime against my hairless skin. It draped and settled and fit me perfectly. The empire waist was just below my breasts and was about three inches wide and gathered or pleated or shirred or whatever the look was called. The material covering my breasts began at my sides and met in the middle of my chest, rising from the empire waist and narrowing for a lovely, delicate knot at the back of my neck. 

Lilla gave a low whistle. I felt so utterly feminine looking at myself in the mirror. Turing from side to side the dress flowed gracefully. The material was ever so comfortable. I wondered if I'd be embarrassed by my nipples showing. 

Lilla had dressed in a black bustier, flirty back skirt, black nylons and shoes similar to mine. A white flower was in her hair. She called for a cab, handed me a small burgundy purse and we left. I was surprised to find my self feeling so lovely and desirable as we descended the elevator and walked through the lobby to the street entrance. We got in the cab at the portico, told the elderly man the address of the club and he merged into the traffic. 

I whispered to Lilla that I was really, really uncomfortable because I was, well, engorged. Lilla smiled and patted my cheek and said, "Poor baby." Then, "Hey Mr. Cab Driver, how long have you been driving a cab?

"Going on thirty years, now," he said in scratchy voice, looking at us through thick smudged glasses in the rearview mirror.

"I bet you see all kinds of things."

"That's right honey, I done seen it all in this cab. Ain't nothing surprises me no more."

"That's good. So I guess this won't be a first," Lilla said and before I could react she had raised my dress, pulled down my panties and took me in her mouth. I moaned and held my dress up with one hand and her head with the other as she sucked me and jacked me hard and fast and quickly worked me to orgasm. I came in her mouth and she tucked me back in and smoothed my dress down and sat back with a satisfied smile.

"All better?" she said.

I blushed and nodded and tried to make myself invisible. 

"Ha! Well, I guess I truly have seen everything now," the cab driver said and shook his head from side to side.

We arrived and exited the cab, paid the driver. He said, "Take care, ladies," and pulled away with a wave, leaving us in the parking lot. I looked at the building and saw 'Lipchick' racing by over and over on the marquee.

"Lipchick? So, what kind of club is this, Lilla?" 

"A fun club. Come on." She grabbed my hand and we cha-cha-ed our way through the maze of cars to the entrance. Me toe-heeling it, like Lilla had showed me, then made me practice in a pair of pretty lacy green panties and matching bra.

The door opened up to release an explosion of noise and light. Thumping club music and lasers, a glitter ball casting off diamonds of light. Dance floors and tables, a stage at one end of the large room and a bar at the other. A mix of people, straight looking and obviously gay, the men outnumbered by the women and everyone sitting, talking, dancing, drinking. 

"A drag club?" I said.

"Yes! It's perfect!" She smiled and punched me on the arm.

We paid the cover and made for the bar where it was somehow quieter. When it was our turn a tall, skinny, bald black man wearing a skintight fuchsia sleeveless shirt and thick rimmed glasses said, "Hello ladies, I'm Tyler your barman. Let's see, you must be X and you're Y," he said pointing to Lilla then me. 

Lilla squealed and clapped and looked at me then Tyler and said, "Goody! How could you tell?" she asked. 

"Well, to be perfectly honest, and you want that in a bartender, mostly because of the way you're dressed and the kind of place this is," he said, spreading his arms as if to embrace the club. "But honey, between you me and the Appletini and Cosmo I know you're going to order, I saw you on the street, be truly hard to tell. Truly hard. The operative word being hard." He winked at me and I blushed and Lilla giggled. 

"You, Miss Precious," he said and pointed a finger at me from beneath his chin, "are one fine piece of ladystick." I blushed again. "I mean you are nothing but spectacular! What a bo-day! And look at you rocking that Charlize Theron hair'ra thang, though yours is fuller and thicker..."

I looked at Lilla and said, "I thought it looked familiar." She beamed. 

He put the back of a hand next to one side of his mouth like he was telling us a secret, "...and better looking, you ask me...and, hmmm." He cocked his head to the side, put an arm across his chest, rested his elbow on it and tapped his chin with a knuckle. He stared at my chest. "May I?" he said, reached out and cupped my breasts and squeezed them, hefted them. I looked at Lilla, my eyes wide with surprise. She had a huge grin on her face. "Hmmm, feel too real to be implants," he talked to my breasts. He looked at Lilla. "Let me guess. Are those the Zeta Jones's? Maybe the Brinkley's?"

Lilla squealed and I blushed, again. "No! Terrific guess though. Those puppies are the Hurley's!"

"Ahh, the Hurley's. Outstanding choice. I've been meaning to get a pair from that site. How do you like them?" He looked at me.

I shrugged and my breasts swayed slightly and I felt the femininity within.

"No seriously, what are they like, mate?" He mixed our drinks as we talked.

I looked at Lilla, then back at Tyler, "Well, as far at fake tits go, they're state of the art. They're comfortable and move really, really naturally. And the edges are practically invisible. Fantastic, really."

"Outstanding! I'm going to quit stalling and order some straightaway. Well, ladies, you've been grand. And since I got to cop a cheeky feel on the Hurley's, here, on the house for the prettiest girls in the house." He gave us a small bow.

"Thank you, kind sir," Lilla said with a small courtesy and gave him a big tip.

"Thanks," I said, taking my drink. "Oh, and when you order, make sure you spring for the nipple attachment option." I winked and shook my tits at him. He threw his head back and laughed and Lilla howled. "Outstanding! I will, mate, I will!"

Turning to find a table Lilla said, "Where did that come from?"

"I dunno, just came out."

"Well, keep it up, girlfriend."

As we scanned the room for a table we noticed a woman nod, then shake her head and the two people she'd been talking to walked away. There were two chairs at the table. Lilla and I approached her and her partner, an attractive looking woman with sandy blond hair. The beautiful raven haired woman was dressed in a purple corset with gold threads swirling throughout and a black skirt. She had a red flower in her hair. The pretty, flat-chested woman with her wore a skimpy but tasteful little black dress. They were drinking white wine.

Lilla said, "Hello, My name is Lilla and this is Liz." I glanced at her, eyebrows raised, and she shrugged. "Are these seats taken?"

The raven haired woman smiled brilliantly and said, "Hi, I'm Marion and this is Joanna. Please join us," and gestured for us to sit. 

"Thanks," Lilla said with a little dip of her head and we sat. Lilla and Marion seemed to hit it right off and chatted like they were old friends. 

"So Marion, Joanna is not really a Joanna, right. Are you? You are gorgeous, by the way," she said and waved a hand toward him. He shook his head slightly and smiled and I knew he felt the tug of earrings and the caress of hair across his neck and shoulder. She nodded and looked back at Marion. "This is our first time doing this out of the house."

"Second time ever," I said for some reason. 

Joanna smiled and said, "It can be nerve wracking and exhilarating at the same time."

Marion said, "Joanna has been pretty much fulltime girly for awhile now. I like her that way. Though I like her big cock too much to ever let her go full girl."

"Marion!"

"Hush now, Joanna. You know you like it when I gush about your cock. And how much you like cock," she said with a loving smile.

"Marion! You're embarrassing me!" 

"Nonsense, there's no shame in a girl being hungry for cock." Looking back at Lilla Marion said, "He so loves being fem. I love it too. We even took a trip to a tropical resort not long ago. It was wonderful. Joanna was so lovely in her bikinis and beachwear. So sexy." Marion ran her fingers through Joanna's hair and she leaned into the caress.

"No way!" Lilla said. "That is so awesome!" She looked at me and said, "We should totally do that."

"Ah..."

She looked at Joanna and said, "Was it awesome? Did you like it? Could anybody tell?"

Joanna laughed and said, "Oh my god, it was spectacular. I don't think people could tell. I mean, I'm flat-chested and my voice passes for smoky-sexy, but who knows. It was excellent fun, though. Beyond thrilling. Isn't that right, Marion?" Marion smiled knowingly and nodded, her eyes twinkled.

We chatted and drank and the show finally started. An array of drag queens and kings cavorted across the stage singing show tunes and they were ribald and campy as expected. We enjoyed ourselves and Lilla's hand on my thigh or across my shoulder, sometimes tugging on my halter and jiggling my breast or fiddling with my earring, kept me ever so aware of my delicate femininity. Among this crowd I began to feel comfortable, relaxed. I was surprised when the thought occurred: I wanted Lilla. I wanted her in me.

The show ended and it turned out that Marion and Joanna were staying at the same hotel as Lilla and me so we took a cab together. Looking back, it seems as though Marion and Lilla maneuvered us so that Joanna and I sat next to each other, squeezed tightly together in the middle of back seat. I was acutely aware of Lilla's hand caressing my thigh, of Joanna's leg pressed firmly against mine, of her subtle perfume. The atmosphere in the back of the cab was thick by the time we arrived at the hotel. I brushed thoughts from my mind.

As the cab drove away we entered the lobby and said our goodnight's with hugs all around. We agreed to meet for cocktails after dinner tomorrow and headed to our separate rooms. 

The door had barely closed when Lilla pushed me against it and attacked me. She kissed me roughly. She mauled my breasts and my nipples sang. "God, you're so sexy. I'm so fucking wet. You're beautiful. I'm going to fuck you so good." I moaned into her mouth.

Lilla led me to the bed. There, she kissed me tenderly, nuzzled my neck, rubbed my ear with her fingers. She untied the halter on my delicious burgundy microfiber dress and reveled in my breasts. I lifted and presented one to her, to my Lilla, and her mouth closed on me. She licked and bit and nibbled and pulled and it felt so real. Lilla pushed down on my dress, pushing it over my hips and it pooled on the floor, forgotten as she kissed me and toyed with my breasts. 

Lilla laid me on the bed. She disrobed, slowly, her eyes hungry. She stepped into the harness and put on her cock, the big, thick cock she was going to fuck me with. My breathing quickened and I felt vulnerable in my pretty lacy burgundy panties, stockings and heels. I was aware of my pretty blond hair with highlights flared out seductively on the pillow. The tug of my dangly earrings, my breasts that had settled a bit to the side. My manicured nails and four inch high heels.

She inserted one end into her pussy, adjusted the straps and looked at me in her stockings and heels. "You know why a real slut wears fuck-me's with ankle straps?" Her voice was thick. "So they don't fall off when she's getting fucked. You have ankle straps so you must be a real slut, I guess. A cock hungry slut, no doubt. I'm going to fuck you now. With your cock, the one I made with that kit. Have you been thinking about it? Getting fucked with your own cock? Or were you thinking about other cocks tonight. At the club. Were you thinking about all those women at the club and what was under their skirts? Peel those pretty panties off, darling."

I lifted my rear and pulled them down, lifting and bending my legs and taking them off in that oh so ladylike way. I was hard. Lilla caressed me, dragged her nails over my body, put her thumb in my mouth. Kissed me. Rolled to her back and nudged me downward. "You know what to do," she said. 

I tucked my hair behind and ear and took her into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over her head, took her deep and back out, used my hand on her, my bracelets clinking delicately. I sucked her cock and her cock was huge in my mouth. Her hips rocked. I sucked her cock and moved it on her mound and inside of her. I sucked her cock like I wanted my cock to be sucked. I wanted to please her and when she grabbed my hair and stiffened and moaned I was proud.

Lilla eased me back up and kissed my bruised lips. She worked her way down my body, kissing, nibbling, pinching, biting. She took me in her mouth, that molten paradise, then released me and blew air across me and I shivered. 

Lilla prepared me. She licked my rear, my delicate flower, and I opened for her. I became loose. I fantasized about lubricating, becoming wet with arousal. I was ready and there was Lilla, poised above me, my legs in the air, wanting nothing more than this moment, for Lilla to make love to me. I almost wept with desire. 

Lilla pressed forward and I tilted my hips to better accommodate her, to draw her into my body. Whatever she wanted I would do. Lilla pressed in and I felt my rings stretch, the sweet pleasure pain of entry. I was so wet and my Lilla was going to fuck me like I needed to be fucked. Then she was in and I rolled my head back and I moaned and pulled her to me and kissed her.

"Such a good girl," Lilla softly said and rocked gently in and out of me. I felt so full, full of Lilla, of her cock. So full of love. 

Lilla was on her knees and elbows. Our breasts rubbing, she was giving me long, slow strokes and I heard myself moaning. Lilla fucked me and it went on forever and I lost myself in the sensations.

"On your knees, babe." I did as she wanted and she was behind me. I arched my back and pressed back some. "Mmm, eager. I like that." Then she was in me and I was full and felt her hips on my rear. She ground against me in a circular manner. Stopped and stayed buried. "Such a good girl, you take it so deep"

Long, slow strokes. Out, then in. Empty and wanting, then full and complete. "Did you like Marion, dear? Joanna?" Long, slow strokes. "I did. Are you thinking about Joanna, dear? About her cock? I am. I wonder what she's packing. Do you? Do you wonder what it would feel like? In your hand? In your mouth?" Long, slow strokes.

"Oh, god," I whispered. 

"Yes, I thought so. Imagine if it was Joanna behind you instead of me. Fucking you with a real cock. A hot, flesh and blood cock. Would you like that?"

"Oh, Lilla," I gasped.

"Just imagine that it's Joanna riding you," she said and grabbed my shoulders and bucked into me hard and fast, fucking me, making my hair snap and my earrings yank and my breasts sway and my nipples sing. Fucking me hard and I felt her hands and her cock and her hips and I dropped my shoulders to the bed and reached back and grabbed my ass with my burgundy nails and held it wider so she could get deeper and I moaned and cried out. 

When she finally stopped, deep inside of me, my mind slowly reeled back from the narrow focus on my hole, of her pounding me, her sweat dripping on my back, my hole being ravaged, and I realized she wanted me on my back. I rolled over and my legs spread. I sought her out and pulled her to me. I grabbed her cock, positioned it and pulled her into me with my hands and legs and moaned as she filled me with her love. 

Lilla ground against me. Her mouth near my ear. "You want to be with Joanna, darling? You want to know what it's really like? Get a little lesbian action? I'll let you. All you have to do is give me a sign." She fucked me with long, slow strokes. "It won't even be cheating, will it. Because I'll let you do it. I'll give you to her if that's what you want. I can even make you do it. I can make you be with her. I won the bet and you have to do what I say."




The Bet reLoaded Ch. 02



"Oh, god." Lilla fucked me and it felt so good. I felt so feminine and desirable and vulnerable and wanted. I was shocked at her words and shocked at the image of me getting fucked by Joanna and shocked that I wondered what a real cock felt like. I moaned. 

Lilla moved faster in me and on me and I tried to fuck her back and I was yelling and moaning and it hit me like a freight train and I came and came and came on Lilla's thick cock and when it passed my arms and legs flopped limply to the bed. Lilla was heavy on me and thick inside of me. I squeezed my rear to feel her girth. Lilla eased out of me and I felt it, like I remembered from before, the longing. 

She eased out of the harness and snuggled against me, one leg over mine. She fed me cum scooped from my stomach. "That was hot, baby," she said. "I think I had multiple orgasms, I'm still all jelly inside."

"Was great," I said, slowly regaining my breath.

"I don't know where it came from, but that was so hot talking to you about Marion and Joanna. Really revved my engine."

"Nice fantasy."

"Hmm," she rolled over and I spooned her. "Sleep tight, sugar, we got a big day tomorrow."

"Uh oh," I thought as turned out the light, the image of four beautiful women surfacing as I drifted off to sleep.



The Bet reLoaded Ch. 03



I hope you enjoy the kink. 

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We bet big. To the winner, anything goes for the weekend and the loser must comply. I thought I had it in the bag, but she won. And now I was fucked. Literally. Thursday night she waxed me stem to stern leaving me with no body hair save the fetching shoulder length blond hair with highlights on my head. Friday, Lilla dolled me up complete with state of the art fakes tits and took me out of town for a girls weekend away. We met new friends, saw a drag show and then Lilla had her way with me. 

The bed shifted and I woke up in the morning to see Lilla climbing back in, the strapon jutting from her mound. She got between my legs, hooked her arms under my knees and dragged me to her. Her legs were folded beneath her and my legs were draped over hers. She applied lubrication to our cock. I felt her put some on my rear and my cock thickened. 

I closed my eyes as she pressed against me and after a momentary resistance she slid in easily and I swooned, the bliss was so intense. My hips were cocked, my ass was in her lap, and she loomed over me.

"Morning, sunshine," Lila said with a broad smile. "After the fireworks last night I thought I'd throw you a leisurely morning fuck. Well, it's gonna be mostly for me, but I expect you'll have a little fun." She smiled and winked and ground against me. "Hmm, on second thought, tell you what, sweets," she said. She gently withdrew and I hitched as the head of her cock left me, "Scoot on over." I did and Lilla lay down. 

"Alrighty, hop on board and show me what you got, toots." I threw a leg over Lilla and positioned myself and slowly dropped down on her thick cock, letting the blunt head spread me and spear me and I was thrilled as it penetrated and filled me. An earring had fallen off in the night and Lilla noticed and handed it to me. I settled on her, the pressure thick and deep and welcome, tilted my head in that feminine way and put on the earring, my bracelets gently clinking. A stocking had slid down a thigh so I pulled it back up as best I could. I sat erect and ran my hands through my shoulder length blond hair with highlights and my breasts perked up. 

"God, you look amazing," Lilla said.

I stayed seated and rotated my hips. I ground against Lilla and was rewarded with a moan. I ground the cock against her mound and swiveled and snapped my hips so it would work her insides. Lilla's breathing got faster, she took short choppy breaths, then she was there and I mauled her breasts and nipples and ground against her as hard as I could until her back arched and she cried out and came and collapsed. My cock was hard. 

I let her rest a minute, let her get her breath back, then slowly raised until the tip of her cock was barely in me. I lowered myself, relishing the thickness, the pressure, the slide over and against my prostate. God, it felt glorious. I put my hands on Lilla's chest and raised and lowered myself on her cock, fucking her cock. She began to thrust up against me, she punched in and out of me and she jacked my cock and my breasts bounced wildly sending bolts of pleasure to my nipples. She circled the head of my cock with her palm I shuddered with the exquisite, almost painful bliss. Harder and harder I raised and dropped and harder and harder Lilla thrust up against me and harder and harder she rubbed and stroked and pulled on my cock and I came and clenched and spasmed and spurted. 

I collapsed to my elbows, breathing heavily, raggedly, my hair enveloped my face and my dangly earrings swayed and tugged. "Mmm. Very nice, darling. You rock," she giggled at her joke. 

I eased off of Lilla, released the straps and when wriggled the strapon off of her. I bent and licked her stomach and cleaned my cum, working my way up her slender, toned body until I reached her lips and kissed her gently. "What a wake up call that was," I said. My rear throbbed deliciously. 

"Yeah, nothing like a little shake and bake to start the day," she said and squealed when I pinched a nipple. "Okay, you know the drill, get in there and take care of business. 

I rose and tended to things in the bathroom. I showered and shaved and my cock thickened when I washed my breasts. I called Lilla when I was dry and she came and did her magic with the makeup. Light makeup for daytime. She blended the edges of the Hurley's to perfection, styled my hair to a tee and handed me a pair of yellow, lacy sweet cheeks. 

"Sweet cheeks?" I asked.

"Aren't they darling? More than a thong, but less than a tanga. You'll love them."

"If you say so." I straightened them out and bent to put them on. Again, my arms grazed my breasts and my nipples tingled and my cock twitched. 

"Already? Am I going to have wank you already?"

I shrugged. 

"Girl, you are one horny little filly."

I pulled the panties up, cocking my hips from side to side and got myself adjusted. A three inch band around the back, a thicker than usual thong splitting my cheeks and making its presence known back there. 

On the bed lay a taupe dress. "Hurry, hurry, hurry, put it on. I want to see it on you."

Another microfiber dress that flowed like liquid, slippery as mercury, seductive and sensual and ever so feminine. I put it on and looked down at myself. It was empire waist inspired with about a one inch band below my breasts, gathered below the band and flaring out. Mid-thigh length. The hem of he sleeves and dress a little bit ruffley. The material rose from the empire waist up and around my neck. Lots of cleavage as the material had about in inch gap where it met the empire inspired waist band just below my breasts. A lining kept the nipples on my thirty-six C funbags, as Lilla called them, from being too obvious. 

Lilla whistled. "Man, you make that dress look good. It's a flutter sleeve dress from VS. Isn't it precious?"

"It really fits me well. It flows nice." I turned side to side and felt the sexy material caress my skin and settle." She handed me some pretty sandals and I strapped them on. "No stockings?"

"You really are getting into this. First wanting a bra, now stockings."

"No...you...ugh, same thing. You want me in this stuff, you had me wear stockings on the drive here, I just thought...."

"I know what you thought. You wanted to wear stockings and be a sexy little vixen today. Well, we can be kind of casual. You can just enjoy the swish and swirl of the dress on your bare thighs. And the wind blowing up your skirt, though you just better hope it's not too windy out," she said and smiled and cocked her head. "Get your jewelry on and let's go, pard."

I put on the bangly bracelets on both wrists, the dangly earrings, the silver necklace, a few rings on my fingers, one on my ring finger to keep most of the men from flirting and a toe ring that Lilla handed me. My burgundy finger and toe nails looked absolutely divine with my dress. 

We left the room and headed out on our adventure. Lilla, striking in a simple yellow sundress that matched my pretty sweet cheeks panties, and which set off her brilliant shoulder length red hair, and me in my sassy sexy taupe flutter sleeve dress. We passed the lobby mirror and I was once again stunned at the image that followed my movements in the mirror. A woman, a beautiful, alluring woman who walked with more grace and poise and confidence than I felt. 

The hotel was in the middle of a retail district with higher end stores of all kinds lining the long, wide shopping avenue that was closed to vehicles. We exited that side of the building and looked around. Street vendors were out, artists putting on shows, families and kids and women wandered about, some with purpose, some just enjoying the day. And men. Not as many men as women, but a goodly number. 

The men made me nervous. As we walked by them, or they us, I watched their eyes from behind my dark, feminine sunglasses. The men's eyes soaked in my body. They appraised my legs, zeroed in on my cleavage and strained to see my nipples. I'm sure they tried to imagine what I looked like naked. I'm sure they wondered what kind of panties I had on and if I shaved down there. 

Lilla was beaming as we walked and passed the men. "Oooh, the lookie loos are out today. Girl, the men are just drooling over you. They can barely take their eyes off your tits."

"Shut up." 

"I noticed some of them even turning around to check out your ass even though you got a dress on."

"Stop."

"Maybe you should put a little more bounce in your step and get the girls going. See if you can develop a following." She laughed.

"You're terrible. I want to sit down."

Lilla hooked an arm through mine. "Aww. Did the stares of a few men get you all hot and bothered? Did their probing eyes get you a little wet, I mean hard?" She giggled. "Come on, pumpkin, let's have brunch over there."

We crossed the street and the gentle breeze caressed my hair and nipped at my dress and flowed delightfully across my hairless arms and legs. The feel of the microfiber swishing across my rear was sensuous and served to highlight the band of my lacy yellow sweet cheeks panties riding high back there. We took an outdoor table at a small café and as I sat I felt the pull of my thong on my rear opening and my cock twitched. We ordered vegetable omelets and mimosas and enjoyed the view. 

Much to my chagrin Lilla pointed out this handsome man and that, asking me if I'd drop my panties for this one or swallow for that one. She scanned the pretty women, speculating which ones had a surprise under their skirts. It was at once embarrassing and exciting and, I hated to admit, just plain fun. 

We ate at leisure and ordered another round. It might have been the mimosas, but I became less alarmed about the men looking at me. In fact, I began to welcome their stares and made eye contact and smiled at the men. I even leaned forward a little and pressed my breasts together some with the inside edges of my arms so the waiter could have a better look down my dress and when he took the opportunity my cock thickened and Lilla's eyebrows raised, her eyes twinkled and she smiled brightly in the morning sun. 

Lilla and I finished brunch and strolled the plaza. I demurely cut my eyes and lowered my head with a small smile and tucked my hair behind an ear when certain men looked my way. It was thrilling and I was aghast to find myself behaving in such a manner and enjoying it. 

My actions were not lost on Lilla. "Slut."

"Am not."

"You would be if I turned you loose. Goodness, sweets, why I think you'd buy new shoes with round heels and hope for a slight breeze to blow you on your back." She laughed. 

"This is so weird. I can't believe how sexy and desirable I feel out here. Just dressing like this brings out...I don't know...something."

"Yeah, like your inner slut."

"Ha."

"Come on, sugar, let's go in here," Lilla grabbed my hand and dragged me into a movie theater. She bought two tickets for the new Sex in the City movie and I groaned. I hated the movie but couldn't help but notice and admire and be fascinated by all the jewelry and clothes and how they draped and fit and flowed on the silly women as they cavorted through what, to me, seemed to be just a cash run.

After the movie Lilla and I strolled around some more, window shopping, feeling the eyes on us linger and probe and move on. She wanted to try on clothes, especially for us to look at lingerie, but I resisted her teasing efforts. 

In the late afternoon we had a couple of more cocktails, colorful girly drinks we sipped through straws. We had a light dinner consisting of a salad and a wonderful seasoned fish at another outdoor café while we watched the men watch us. 

Back at the hotel Lilla gave me some white wine and sent me to do the bathroom ritual again. I reluctantly took off my brilliant taupe flutter sleeve dress. I loved the way it felt and made me feel. I peeled off my lacy yellow thong and my cock pulsed as the thick thread made its way from between my cheeks. I stepped in the shower and spent ample time making sure my breasts and cock and rear were squeaky clean. We were to meet Marion and Joanna for cocktails and I was anxious about it for some reason. We'd had a great time at the drag club, but wasn't sure what to expect tonight or even how to act.

When I was out and dry I called to Lilla. She poured me some more wine and got to work on my hair and makeup. She painted my finger and toe nails a blood red color and applied lipstick to match. When she turned me to the mirror and there I was again. A beautiful woman. My heart fluttered.

On the bed were sheer black thigh highs, a scalloped fishnet lace thong the color of my nails and lips, and a dark blue dress. I sat on the bed and gathered a stocking. I closed my eyes and shivered as I pulled the silky stocking up my long, smooth leg and felt its whispery caress. My cock twitched. I pulled on the other stocking, feeling my arms brush against the side of my breasts and my nipples tingled. I stood. Lilla admired me. She lovingly caressed my face and I smiled and leaned into the softness of her hand. 

I picked up the pretty red thong and shimmied into it. I picked up the blue dress, another silky slippery microfiber material. 

"Isn't it lovely?" Lilla said. "It's a sassy little curvy jersey knot front halter dress. You'll adore it."

I slipped it over my head and Lilla adjusted the halter for me. A tad longer than the other dress, but not by much. And the halter was positively scandalous! You could see bare skin all the way down to where the cloth covering my breasts met the waist wrap just above my belly button. It swished and swirled and was absolutely marvelous. I liked the way it moved on me and the way it felt on my toned, hairless body. 

"It's nice," I said, and moved to put on my jewelry and earrings. I put on my four inch high heels with an ankle strap, thinking about what Lilla had told me, that the strap was so they wouldn't fly off while sluts were getting fucked hard.

Lilla wore a sexy little black dress, black stockings, gold jewelry and four inch heels. We looked spectacular together. Two beautiful women, one of whom had a cock. 

We met Marion and Joanna in the hotel bar, which was elegant and subdued and glistened with silver and green. Marion had on a sexy, billowy rust colored skirt and blouse combo and Joanna had on a clingy white tank dress and bangly jewelry. We sat down and said hello's with smiles and air kisses all around and Marion said, "You two are drop dead gorgeous."

"You too! I love that tank dress, Joanna."

"Thank you," she said and took a sip of her girly drink.

"Did you ladies have fun last night?" Marion said with a hint of a smirk.

"Yes! We had a blast! The show was a fucking hoot," Lilla practically bounced in her seat with enthusiasm.

"Wasn't it?" Marion touched Lilla's wrist, "And all those lovely ladies in the club and then the cab ride back here where the four of us were pressed so tightly together in the back seat? Oh my god, I was so horny that when we got back in the room I was all over Joanna, wasn't I, baby." She glanced at Joanna. "To be honest I was surprised she could even walk this morning the way I hit it." She winked at Lilla.

"Marion!" 

"Oh hush," then to Lilla, "She loved it. Oh my god, she was begging and pleading for me to fuck her harder and faster. Weren't you, baby."

"Marion! You're embarrassing me again," Joanna said and widened her eyes at Marion then folded her arms across her flat chest. Marion smiled.

"Yes! Me too! I practically attacked Liz," Lilla said. 

"Did she wear you out?" Marion addressed me and I blushed. "Oh my, are you a shy girl in bed, Liz? Or do you let it all hang out, as they say." I gulped and took a sip of wine. 

Marion laughed. "So how about it, Lilla. What's she like in bed?"

"She's a freak," Lilla said and giggled. 

"Lilla!" I stared at her. Marion laughed. "Jesus. I have to go to the bathroom," I said and got up to go. 

"I'll go with you," Joanna said. 

"Make sure you use the right one, ladies," Lilla said and giggled. 

"Aw, man," I said as Joann and I turned to walk toward the ladies room in our high heels and feminine attire. 

Lilla and Marion were huddled in conversation as we returned from across the room and I saw Lilla wink at Marion as we sat down. "What's up?" I said.

"Later, I want to propose a toast." Lilla held up her girly drink and said, "To new friends and frillies." 

I groaned and we all laughed and reflected the toast back to Lilla and clinked glasses. We chatted and laughed comfortably over another round or two and eventually said so longs and we'll see you laters.

Back in our room Lilla said, "I really like them."

"Me too. I'm glad we met them. I kind of feel more comfortable knowing Joanna is around, you know?"

"You're not alone, pumpkin, lot's of men love dressing up like women."

"I don't love it. I lost a bet."

"Mmm hmm. You can't fool me. Now slip out of that lovely dress and put these on," she said pointing to the bed where some frilly's lay.

I picked up the flimsy black material and said, "What is this?"

"Isn't it fantastic! So sexy. It's a little half slip. And see, it has a ruffled back with a pretty little bow at the back and lace trim at the waist. Ooh, and it has a matching lacy bra."

"Bra?"

"All for you, sweets. I know you've been dying to get the Hurley's in one."

"Lilla..." 

She giggled and bounced on her toes and said, "Put it on, put it on, put it on."

I wriggled into the half slip and settled it over my red scalloped fishnet lace thong. It rode low on my hips and barely covered my ass cheeks. It flowed enticingly despite its dainty size. I put the bra on and had some difficulty with the back closure, but I got it done. I liked the feel of the bra. It felt so powerfully feminine and alluring.

I toe-heeled it to the mirror in my four inch fuck me's and saw a sex kitten staring back at me. A very pretty sex kitten with a slender, toned body, shoulder length blonde hair with highlights, bangly bracelets, dangly earrings, a black lacy bra, a tarty black half slip, thigh highs up to there and four inch fuck me's with ankle straps. Blood red nails and lipstick. I was devastating. 

"Baby, you are all that and a bag of chips, a box of chocolates, a butt full of plugs, a...."

"A what?" I laughed. 

"You are out of this world stunning. Here, put on your chocolate ribbed v-neck tee dress."

I smiled. "You just want to see me in it so you can have the pleasure of getting out of it, don't you."

"Oh, not me, honey bun. You're paying Marion a visit."

"What?"

Lilla nodded.

"No fucking way!"

"Oh, definitely fucking way, dearest. We talked while you girls were in the ladies room and we decided to trade."

"Lilla, you can't do that," I whined.

"Of course I can sugar, I won the bet and you have to do what I say."

"But, Lilla..."

"Right?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Then it's settled."

"But I don't want to be with anybody else."

"Oh really? You mean like you didn't want to be with my old college roommate and me when you won the bet and found out I experimented a little back then with that French hottie?"

"But that was different." 

"Pish posh and poppycock." Her eyes widened, her eyebrows raised. "That was fun, though, wasn't it, honey bun. I forgot how good dining at the Y could be," Lilla said and licked her lips and beamed and laughed and I couldn't help but smile at the memory of the three of us all jumbled together in all possible combinations.

"Yeah, but Lilla..."

"Listen, we've talked about this, right?"

I was silent.

"Right?" she said quietly.

I nodded, my heart was pounding.

"Talked about it, fantasized about it, and had great sex while doing so, remember?" 




The Bet reLoaded Ch. 03



I gulped. She stepped closer and cradled my cheeks in her hands.

"You remember how hot it got us? How you screamed and moaned and came all over my cock when you cried out that 'Yes, yes, I'll be your little cock slut and fuck cock for you!'" She smiled warmly at me, with love. 

I stared at her.

"Remember? And it wasn't just once."

I nodded and gulped and my heart raced.

"It turned us on so much and I know you're afraid to ask, but I know what you need and it's clear to me that you need an experience..."

"But..."

"So here we are and..."

"But..." "Now, now, this is a done deal, sugar bun. And here's the thing. You have to do everything Marion wants you to do. I won the bet and that's an order."

"But..."

"Ah, ah!" she said, holding up a manicured finger.

"Aw, man," my shoulders slumped.

"That's better, dear." She patted my cheek.

"So what are you going to do?"

"You kidding? I'm gonna ride that filly hard and put her up wet!"

"Ugh." I looked Lilla in the eyes and said, "You sure you want this, Lilla?"

"I'm positive, you'll see."

"Okay. What room." 

"Goody," Lilla said and clapped her hands.

At the door Lilla kissed me tenderly, being careful to not muss my lipstick, and said, "Relax, love, it's all good. I love you and only you and I know you love me and only me. Think of this as my gift to you. So you can more fully experience being a woman."

"How's that supposed to work?"

"You know what it's like with me. By being a woman and opening yourself up that way with someone else you'll have a far different feminine experience. And I want that for your, hon. You'll realize you want it for you, too."

"I doubt it."

"You'll see. You have a good time, sweety, and I'll see you in the morning."

I felt beautiful and glamorous walking to Marion's. And very, very nervous. Lilla had certainly taken the bar up a few notches on the betting. I figured I'd have to give it some serious thought for when I won one. 

I rode the elevator to Marion's floor and was acutely aware of the clothes on my body, the tinkle of jewelry and my breasts and hair and earrings and high heels. My heart was pounding by the time I reached Marion's room. I knocked. Marion opened the door with a warm, accepting smile and swept her arm, inviting me in. I didn't see Joanna and figured he must have taken a different route to Lilla.

"Hello, Liz." She pulled me farther into the room. "You are absolutely breathtaking. Both you and Joanna just knock me out. She offered me a glass of wine and we sat and chatted about nothing and I relaxed some. 

When we finished our drinks she said, "Let's get this dress off of you, baby, lovely as it is." We stood and I let her pull it over my head.

She took in a sharp breath. "Simply stunning," she said softly. She circled me touching me here and there, her fingertips searing my skin. She stood in front of me and held her arms slightly way from her body, inviting me. I undid the belt knot on her cobalt colored silk robe, pushed it off her shoulders and she let it flutter to the floor, revealing a slender, firm body in black panties, matching bra, a black garter and stockings, and five inch high heels. 

Behind me now, close to my ear, softly, "Fantastic. Who would have thought two grown men would turn out to be such pretty girls. Do you like being a girl, Liz? You must. I mean, here you are. In my room. Dressed in lingerie."

"I lost a bet," I quietly said.

"I lost a bet. Hmmm." Marion reached under my half lip and peeled down my thong and I stepped out of them. "My, but aren't these pretty." She held it to my face and said, "But try as you might, you'll never get these wet, will you, baby." She moved back around to my front, her wild raven hair framing her lovely face. She stepped close, reached around me and I felt wetness and a pressure at my rear. Marion looked into my eyes and pressed and I felt my rings spread then release and then close around the base of the plug and I moaned.

"That's right. Girls like you and Joanna crave that sweet pressure, don't you." She reached under my sexy black half slip and cradled my hard cock in her hand. 

"Mmm, what do we have here? All dolled up and rock hard. Can't tell me you don't like being a woman, baby."

"You sound like Lilla." My voice was husky. "Of course I'm hard. I'm half naked in front of a beautiful woman." 

"Well, I can only guess she'd say, but you guys can't fool us. We know what you want. What you secretly desire. We know your hidden craving." My heart was beating fast. "Let me see these." She reached behind me and undid the clasp and took off my lacy black bra. She stooped a bit to get a close look. She caressed them, hefted them and my nipples tingled. 

"They feel so real. And I can barely see the line even up this close," Marion said. She rose and looked at me. "Lilla told me about these. They're magnificent. The Hurley model, right?" I nodded. "Hence, Liz." I nodded again and felt the sway of my earrings. "She said they're internally attached to your nipples?" 

"Yes," I said and she pulled hard on one and I cried out.

"Fucking amazing. Let's get this lovely bra back on you, baby. Lilla said you've been dying to wear a bra and this has been your only chance."

"Lilla..."

"Hush," she said and pressed against my body, her face so close, and my breath quickened. She leaned against me and took her time putting the bra back on me. She kissed me tenderly, caressed my face. Her mouth tasted sweet.

"Get on the bed." I walked the short distance to the king-sized bed, lifted a knee and crawled on. "Lie down in the middle." I complied and the plug shifted inside of me and thrilled me.

"I'm very wet right now. I'm practically soaking, baby. I've been looking forward to this ever since Lilla proposed it. She's excited about trying out Joanna. He's such a slut. I think he can expect a good reaming, don't you? 

She crawled on the bed and straddled me, on hands and knees. She peered into my eyes, her hair wild around her face. "Lilla said I could do whatever I wanted with you. I like that. I like men at my beck and call. At my mercy. My whim." She took my balls into one hand and squeezed and I felt that dull pain grow and I grimaced and she stopped and massaged them gently. "I think you're going to like being my little one tonight. I'm gonna try you out, baby. Take off my panties."

I worked her panties off and she straddled me, kneeling above me in her bra and garter and stockings and heels, her pussy just out of reach. Do you want to smell them, baby? You want to smell what you'll never achieve? That sweet, feminine scent of arousal." She sank down slightly and the tip of my cock was on fire. 

Marion closed her eyes and released herself and she dropped on my cock with a hiss and I was enveloped and gripped by a velvet furnace. "Don't come until I tell you to," she said, then put her hands on my chest and used me. Marion used me to masturbate. She swiveled and swayed and rocked her hips. She ground against me. She raised and lowered herself and snapped her hips and leaned back with her hands on my knees and grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard and cried out and came.

"Oh ho, yes." A sultry laugh. "You have a very nice cock there, baby. A really nice cock." She leaned over and looked down at me, hands to the side of my shoulders. "Joanna is a little longer than you, but you're thicker. Don't get me wrong, Joanna has a big cock and will fill you up. But to a real woman, girth is everything, don't you agree?" I gulped.

"You can come whenever you want, now" Marion said. She looked me in the eyes. She didn't move but she was fucking me somehow. She used internal muscles and milked me with her velvet heat. Tight then loose and clamped and slack, she worked me and gazed into my eyes until I yelled and thrust up and into her, lifting her knees off the bed then collapsed, the bed finally settling. 

"You liked that, huh," she said with a smirk. "On the floor, baby."

I lay on the floor next to the bed and Marion straddled my head. She knelt down in her five inch heels, put her forearms on her knees and said, "Lick."

As I cleaned her, licked my cum out of her hairless pussy, she talked. "Lilla told me you liked cum, baby. She said you were a devoted little cum eater." I licked her and chewed her and savored her sweet flavor. I wanted to make it good for her.

"She said you took right to it. Eating your own come. I think she should bring home some men for you. Let you eat their cum. Do you dream of it, baby? Eating other men's cum from your wife's pussy? Are you pretending that you're eating Joanna's cum from my sweet cunt?" She touched my cock and I moaned. "Umm hmm, that's what I thought. I can arrange that if you want. I bet Lilla would like to see that. I know I would." 

She stroked my cock and I moaned. "You're hard again. I like that in a girl. Fast recovery. You're a good little pussy eater, baby. Lilla's taught you well." She shifted a little and I lapped at her rear. "That's right, lick my asshole. Get your tongue in there, baby. Mmm, nice job." 

She guided me back to her pussy for a few more licks and she stood up. She towered over me. "Like the view from down there, you horny little boy? All dressed up in your pretty lingerie, looking at my pussy, wishing you had one." I clenched on the lug and moaned at the pressure against my prostate.

Marion walked to a nearby chair and picked up a strapon. She stepped into it, inserted one end into her pussy, positioned it low on her mound and tightened the straps. She was beautiful, and dangerous. She squatted over me again and caressed my face with the dildo. She cocked her head to one side and said. "Can you feel it, baby? That desire? That womanly craving to be penetrated?" My heart was beating fast and I resisted an impulse to follow her cock and get it in my mouth. "I can see it in your eyes. You feel it. You want it, baby. You want to be taken. You want to be penetrated like a woman is penetrated." 

Marion rose and sat in the chair. "Come, baby. Crawl," she said. I crawled to her, the plug moving inside of me and my cock twitched. I stopped in front of Marion, acutely aware of my darling half slip and bra.

"I hear you're a cocksucker, too. A good one, at that. Well, we'll see, won't we." 

I kneeled in front of her, ran my hands up her thighs, tucked my hair behind my ears and took her cock between my red lips and it felt as real in my mouth as a fake one can feel. Her cock filled my mouth and I took it as far down as I could, back up, down again and my eyes teared. I sucked Marion's cock and felt gentle swaying and movement of all those things in me and on me moving with me. I was hard. 

"That's nice. You know how to do it right, don't you. To suck a woman's cock and make her come. Mmm, Lilla's taught you so well, baby." I sucked her cock and used my hand to put more pressure and friction on her mound. I wanted to please Marion, and make Lilla proud.

"Have you had a real cock between your lips yet? You'd like it. Joanna does. She loves a live hard one in her mouth. You will too, baby. A nice hard hot cock in your mouth. Tasting the slippery pre-cum as it leaks out. There's nothing like having a cock spurt in your mouth, baby. You should try it." I moaned as she pushed my mouth father down on her cock.

"Lilla told me about her strapon. Great minds think alike. Did you know that?" My pulse quickened. "That's right. Did you guess? You're sucking Joanna's cock, baby." I moaned. "I knew you'd like that. We made a mold just like you did. Joanna loves getting fucked with her cock. I'm sure you will too, baby."

I moved faster on Marion, sucking and stroking her and she finally held my head and grunted and came. 

She pulled me off of her and I laid my head on her thigh. I clenched on the plug was reassured of its satisfying presence. Marion caressed my hair and said she was proud of me and it warmed me. Her hand gestured for me to rise and I stood before her. 

"Look at that eager cock. It's spoiling the drape of your pretty little half slip, isn't it, baby. Such a shame." She ran her hands along the length and it felt like electrically flowing through her hands into my cock. It throbbed. 

Marion encircled my cock with a hand and slowly jacked it from tip to base. "You know, Liz, some men like to have their penis penetrated." She jacked me and played with my pre-cum, spreading it and circling it on the sensitive head and I moaned. She jacked me and rubbed the glans and put a long fingernail at the tip of my cock, at the opening there.

"Some men like to have steel rods inserted all the way down. I'm sure it's quite exquisite." Marion jacked my cock and rubbed the glans and slowly, gently, pushed a long fingernail into my urethra. I moaned at the heady mix of pleasure and pain and she worked her fingernail deeper into me. 

"Oh god," I said and she smiled. 

Marion withdrew, sucked her finger dry. She reached behind me and gently pulled out the plug and I hitched and shivered at its release. She put it on the bedside table and said, "Get on the bed." 

I lay on the bed and Marion lay beside me, propped on an elbow. She caressed my body, trailing her fingers over me. "These breasts are amazing. I can only imagine that they help draw out your femininity, help release your womanly desires. I suppose I'll see if Joanna wants to try some, but I suspect she'll want to stay flat-chested. I think she likes the look and I must say it's fantastic on her. Very sexy. My own little lady-boy." She put her finger in my mouth and my lips closed on it and I sucked it. "But you, you're a real woman, aren't you, baby. Well, almost. Once you take a real cock in your pussy you will be." My heart beat faster and my cock twitched.

Marion ran her hand down my body, slid it between my thighs. I spread my legs for her. She caressed my balls, slid further down and slipped a finger in me and I moaned. "I like that. I like when my little sluts are eager. When their legs open automatically, without conscious thought, hungry for cock." She worked in another finger.

"Mmm, you're so wet." She kissed me. "Are you hungry, Liz? Are you hungry for cock?" She smiled. "You will be. That's what happened to Joanna. First she wasn't, but now she is. She's a hungry little cock slut now." She worked another finger in me and I moaned and my hips writhed on their own. 

"Yes, that's it. Let it out. You like penetration, don't you, baby. There's really nothing like it." Her voice next to my ear. "Do you feel it? That feminine vulnerability? And the craving? To fall on your back and throw your legs in the air. Desperate to have a thick cock penetrate you and come deep in your pussy. You feel it, baby?" I moaned at her words and her twisting hand.

"Oh god, Marion."

"You want me to fuck you now?"

I nodded.

"You know the rules, baby. I'm sure you do. You have to say it."

"Please, Marion." My voice was raspy.

She waited.

"Please fuck me," a thick whisper.

"Yes, that's right," she said and moved between my spread legs. "I'm going to love you real good, baby, you'll see. You look so lovely there in your pretty lingerie I don't think any man would care that you have a cock. They'd fuck you anyway. I know I would." She scooted closer and I raised my legs and she smiled. 

"You're going to like Joanna's cock, baby. It's real sweet," she said and leaned into me. I felt relief knowing it was coming, to open me, penetrate me, to make me feel what a woman feels. Marion pressed against me and I felt the thick head of her cock slowly, slowly begin its relentless journey. She pushed and slowly, exquisitely, her cock spread me open, spread one ring, then the next, and then resistance was gone and she slid deeply into me and took possession and I moaned and I pulled her hips to mine, the whisper of stockings brushing, so feminine and arousing.

Marion leaned down and kissed me, her tongue hungry, almost desperate, searching my mouth. A small moan as she ground against me, side to side, small circles of pleasure, in and out of me, short jabs and long slow strokes. It felt amazing and right and even though it wasn't my precious Lilla on me and in me it was glorious. I felt so lovely and sexy and desirable and feminine. Marion wanted me, wanted to make love to me as a woman and I opened my heart to her and became vulnerable.

After an eternity of bliss, of Marion moving on me and in me and pleasuring me with her cock, she rose up and said, "I'm going to take you home, now. Don't worry, baby. I'll take you all the way there."

She stroked in and out of me and the thick pressure back there was immense and my nerves tingled and sang. She put her hands beneath my knees and spread me wide and pushed me down. My knees were on the bed and I was splayed wide open and she fucked me. 

Marion was grunting with her efforts. "Point your toes toward the ceiling, baby, that's the look men like. You have to pay attention to form while you're being fucked by cock."

I made sure my legs were perpendicular to the bed and pointed my toes toward the ceiling and she fucked me. 

"Perfect, baby, just perfect," she grunted and fucked me faster and harder. My breasts were shaking with the movement and biting my nipples and my earrings swayed and swirled and tugged on my lobes. 

Marion drove into me and the world became small and narrow and focused on the sensations of my hole being fucked. Her thrilling cock drilled my ass, her body slapped sharply against me, relentlessly fucking me. She drove me toward the headboard and I raised a hand above my head and pushed back. I rocked my hips to meet her thrusts and it built and I felt it coming and it was close and it was there and I shouted and wrapped my arms and legs around Marion and held her tightly and shivered and quivered and moaned so loudly in my little death.

My breathing finally slowed and I became aware of Marion caressing my hair. She began to pull out and I clenched her to me and whispered, "Not yet, I want to feel you in me."

"Mmm, my pleasure, baby. We'll stay like this for as long as you want."

I held Marion and emotions swirled through me. My love for Lilla was immense and I was grateful she gave me this experience. But I was also a little guilty it wasn't Lilla I was with and a little jealous that she was giving Joanna such pleasure as I just received at the hands of Marion. But love and joy was overriding and it soared through me and filled me and I almost sobbed with the intensity of it. 

After what seemed a long time I shifted and allowed Marion to withdraw. She was gentle and when she was gone I missed her and my rear throbbed and felt delightful. 

"Marion, I don't know what to say. That was amazing."

"Glad you liked it, baby. I really enjoyed myself." 

We took a quick shower together to rinse away the sweat and sex. Marion made me put back on my pretty little half slip and we cuddled in bed. We fooled around a little and I made her come with my hand and she snowballed me, telling me what a good girl I was and then we turned out the light and slept a deep sleep. 

In the morning Marion got out of bed, naked, and put on the strapon. "I didn't get to do you doggy last night, baby. No girl should leave a man's place until she's been done doggy." 

I smiled and rolled to my stomach and spread my legs. Marion flipped up my pretty half slip and I groaned when she slipped into me in the morning light. She pumped me and I lay there and loved it, the thick pressure and fullness, the delicious withdrawal and luscious reentry. She finally pulled me to my hands and knees and built a steady rhythm and fucked me hard and fast. I put my head on the bed and shot out a hand to the headboard and fucked her back. I heard myself saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah," to her thrusts and when she reached around and touched me I shouted and came and flinched and clenched and slammed against her as hard as I could. Marion stayed seated in me and brought her hand to my mouth where I lovingly cleaned what cum there was from her manicured nails. 




The Bet reLoaded Ch. 03



Marion pulled out of me and I rolled to my back with an arm over my eyes. "Oh, god. Oh my god."

Marion laughed and said, "I know what you mean, baby. It was good for me too." She took off the strapon and lay down beside me. I hugged her and kissed her. "It's getting near time to trade you girls back, but I have a something to ask first."

"Anything, what is it you want?

"I want you to show me what you can do with that cock of yours." She fondled me and stroked me. "I want you to put me on my back and pin me to the bed with it, baby." My cock was getting hard. "I want you fuck me so hard I'll feel it next week. Can you do that, baby. Can you make me feel you?" I was rock hard.

I leaned over her, tucked my blond hair with highlights behind an ear and kissed her. I fondled her breasts and nipped and plucked and bit her nipples. I fingered and pinched and pulled her pussy and she was moaning and groaning by the time I rose above her and she shrieked when I sank balls deep into her tight, hot cunt.

I fucked her hard and fast, my breasts swaying and yanking on my nipples, sending pleasure straight to my groin. I pinned her knees to the bed with my hands and pounded her as hard as I could and my hair thrashed around me and she wailed and tossed her head from side to side but kept her toes pointed toward the ceiling. 

I put her legs on my shoulders and my hands under hers and I balled her up and drove into her and pumped her and slammed my body against her again and again and again. Marion was yelling and grunting and moaning when I flipped her over, tossed her to her hands and knees and grabbed her hips and punched into her balls deeps over and over and over, slapping and smacking her ass with my hips. I grabbed her hair and her shoulder and yanked her back onto my cock and she cried out and rasped, "Yes!" 

She was a rag doll in my possession and I fucked her hard and fast and then flipped her on her back and pinned her knees to the bed again and bore down on her cunt like a pile driver. She grabbed my arms and held them tightly and I fucked her and pounded her and she warbled senselessly as she came and came and came on my cock and then I was there and slammed out my come deep into her glorious pussy. 

I remained hard. I started to withdraw and she pulled me too her and hugged me tightly with her arms and legs and said in a ragged voice, "Not yet. Oh my god, not yet." 

I lay on her and eventually I softened and slipped out and she said, "Bye, baby. I'm going to miss you." I laughed. 

Marion said, "Oh my god, you sure know how to throw down with that thing. I love my Joanna with all my heart and she's an outstanding lover, baby, but I will say that your Lilla is a lucky gal."

"I'm lucky to have her. And Joanna is lucky to have you, Marion."

"Oh my god. Well, I guess it's time," she said and we disentangled and she got out of bed. She laughed and said, "Jesus. My legs are like jelly, I can hardly stand."

I looked at her and cocked my head, raised my eyebrows, my blond hair with highlights swaying and caressing me. 

Marion smiled and said, "Joanna will be back soon."

My eyes grew big and I said, "That's hardcore, man."

"We're just a little farther down the road than you, that's all. Besides, baby, I'm sure she'll be eager for it after she's had a taste of your cock last night."

"Whew." 

I put on my dress and shoes and gathered my thong and stockings and jewelry and bra. At the door we shared a tender kiss and Marion put her palm on my cheek and said, "I hope Lilla and Joanna had as much fun as we did, baby. I like you, Liz, you and your Hurley's. I hope to see more of you and Lilla." I smiled.

"You never know," I said, meaningless words that are said in such moments, and returned to my room. I didn't see Joanna along the way. 

"Morning, honey bun!" Lilla said as I entered. She rushed up to me, hugged me and gave me a peck and ordered me to shower up. When I was out and my teeth were brushed I called to her and she made me up for the day.

"I hope you had fun, sweets. I sure did."

"Yeah, it was fun, Lilla. I wasn't sure at first but it turned out great."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, Lilla. I am. You were right. It was different. I was so open and vulnerable and emotional and...I don't know, it was kind of weird."

She smiled and palmed my cheek. "Not weird, honey, feminine."

"I guess."

"I'm so glad for you, doll," said sincerely, then, "So, learn any new tricks?" she teased.

"I learned I should keep my toes pointed toward the ceiling."

Her head shot forward a couple of inches and she exclaimed, "Oh my god! I know! I noticed Joanna doing that and I was going to tell you about it. That's so funny!" We laughed.

"Okie dokie, pard. New day, new deal, let's see what we can drum up."

"Uh oh," I thought as she led me out of the bathroom to dress for the day's activities.



The Bet reLoaded Ch. 04



Sorry for the long delay in getting this one out! I hope you enjoy the kink. 

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We bet big. To the winner, anything goes for the weekend and the loser must comply. I thought I had it in the bag, but she won. And now I was fucked. Literally. Thursday night she waxed me stem to stern leaving me with no body hair at all save the fetching shoulder length blond hair with highlights on my head. Friday, Lilla dolled me up complete with state of the art fakes tits and took me out of town for a girls getaway weekend. We saw a drag show, made new friends and then Lilla had her delicious way with me. On Saturday we window-shopped and that night she and our new friend traded their girls for what turned out to be a gloriously feminine night.

Freshly showered and lightly made up for the day, Lilla led me out of the bathroom and into the hotel suite proper and looked at me in the morning light that filtered through the sheer curtains, love in her eyes. She tilted her head and I could see something dawn, something shift, what had been on her mind before would wait.

She escorted me to the king sized bed that dominated the room and made me hers all over again, wordlessly reassured me that I was for her and she was for me and our love was immense and enduring and invincible no matter what else transpired. 

Lilla was tender and gentle and loving. No stockings, no earrings or jewelry, no feminine trappings adorned us save for our stylish hair and manicured nails. But as Lilla took me and kissed me and loved me I found I was so open and emotional and vulnerable that I wanted to engulf her and be engulfed and to merge with her so our souls would be one forever and ever. 

When Lilla entered me with her strapon I swooned and caressed her and rocked with her and we soared, so full of love for each other. We rocked and we soared and I loved her on me and in me and never wanted that fullness to be gone, and when we came together in never-ending waves of light and love we trembled at the beauty of it all. We were so open and raw and exposed that we wept for no reason we could imagine save a desperate gratitude for our deep love and connection and devotion, and that somehow out of all the people in the world we had found our way to each other. We were silent in comfort and acceptance and love for an eternity of time. 

"Wow," Lilla finally whispered.

"Yeah. And how, wow."

"I love you so much. Words don't even begin..."

"I feel the same, Lilla." I held her tightly, gently.

Finally, the mood lightened and Lilla said, "I don't know where that came from, but it was deep."

"Amen." 

"And how." 

"So what are we going to do today?" I drifted lazy hands down her body, cupped her ass and pulled her hard against me, squeezed and clenched and relished the fullness of her in me, then let my hands float up her small back and into her glorious red hair.

"To the pool!" Lilla announced.

"The pool?"

"Yeppers. Come on, toots. Let's hit the showers again and reboot. I'm all sweaty."

"Sexy sweaty."

"Best kind, ladycakes."

Lilla and I washed each other and she squeezed me and teased me about how I needed to get my clit under control. I tried to sneak it in her while washing her back but she squealed and squirmed and laughed and cock-blocked me. We toweled off, she made me up and styled my hair and again I was pretty and in an utterly feminine frame of mind. Maybe it was the Hurley's, my hi-tech tour de force tits, my thirty-six C funbags that looked and felt real what with the new and improved breast fluid viscosity and density matrix design and direct connect to my own flesh and blood nips. I didn't know and didn't much care. I was sexy and alluring and wanted to stay in the room and be fucked by my lovely Lilla. Whoa.

I looked on the bed, tucked my hair behind an ear and said, "You have got to be shitting me."

"I shit you not, sir. Ma'am." She giggled.

There, on the bed was a brilliant azure bikini, a soft yellow see-through wrap, a stylish straw beach hat, sandals and something else.

"What's that?" I pointed with a blood red manicured nail.

"That's a doohickey to keep that clitty of yours in check. You put it on under your bikini bottom and it hides your package."

"Ugh." I said. She giggled.

"Go on, go on, go on," she trilled and bounced on her toes, hands clasped beneath her chin, "Put it on, put it on, put it on."

I picked up the doohickey, which Lilla said was called a micro-gaff, a thong that somehow smoothed out my front so it didn't look like I had a dick. I put it on. I picked up the azure bikini bottom. It looked fabulous against my blood red nails. I leaned over and stepped into the bottoms and shimmied them up my smooth, toned, hairless legs, and again I felt my nipples tingle as my breasts shifted and my arms brushed against them. My cock twitched. I put on the top and I had to admit it felt wonderful and I really liked the way it looked on me. 

"Oh yeah, pumpkin, that's what I'm talking about! Tres sexy. Isn't it marvelous? It's a Brazilian bottom with an adjustable triangle top. Precious!" She clapped and bounced on her toes again. 

"It's nice." I had to admit I liked the way my rear looked. The back was cut higher than a regular bikini, but not as high on my cheeks as my tanga panties. The top had a string tie at the back and another around my neck. It was cinched some or gathered or whatever they call it in the area between my breasts to give the top a little shape. It looked fantastic on me. 

Lilla wore the same suit in black and was stunning. My azure suit complimented her brilliant shoulder length red hair perfectly. We rubbed each other down with sunscreen. I put on my dangly earrings, a couple of rings and a toe ring and a few bangly bracelets. I tied the yellow wrap around me and looked at Lilla.

"Hey, how come you don't have a wrap like mine?"

"You like it? It's a turquoise strapless ruffle cover-up from VS, your favorite store."

"Is not and your wrap covers you."

"Is too. Look, you can tie yours and wear it so it covers your breasts if that's what you're worried about." 

"But it's sheer! It won't cover anything."

"Oh, don't be such a silly. We're just going a few feet to the pool."

"Yeah, but..."

"Oh, sweetie. Don't you get it yet? You are on display, girlfriend." She flapped her hand at me. "I mean, if you got it flaunt it. And you definitely got it, so I'm gonna make you flaunt it!" Lilla giggled.

"Ugh." I picked it up and tied it around my waist and my cock twitched as it fluttered across my skin and caressed my smooth legs. I slipped into the delicate sandals and the transformation was complete. I was a beautiful, sexy, alluring woman.

Lilla grabbed the beach bag and at the door. I took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway in my azure bikini with the Brazilian bottom and adjustable triangle top, sheer yellow wrap and delicate sandals. 

My heart jumped into my throat when a handsome man passed us, smiled appreciatively and said hello. Lilla laughed and said, "Why didn't you say hello? It's not like he's going to eat you or anything. At least not yet."

"Stop it. I'm dying here."

"Why on earth would you be dying, babycakes? You are scrumdiddlelyumptious!"

"Because I'm practically naked in public!"

"Oh, nonsense. You're a beautiful woman in a darling little bikini. I'm afraid you're just going to have to get used to the men undressing you with their eyes," she said matter-of-factly, like I was a clueless child.

"Aw, man."

"And some women, too."

"You're not helping." 

"You need to embrace your femininity, my ladylove." She giggled. 

I did feel feminine and as we stood waiting in front of the polished aluminum elevator door I saw a perfectly lovely woman, a beautiful, slender, sexy, glamorous woman staring back at me. My cock thickened slightly. 

"You are so pretty, Liz. I can still hardly believe it."

"It is pretty amazing."

"I love the way that suit fits you. You have a great ass."

"It does fit nice."

"And look at your breasts! Oh my god, sweets. Perfection!"

I shook them a little and they swayed and settled freely, naturally, and I suddenly wanted Lilla to hold them and squeeze them and suck my nipples and work her way down and lick me and open me and fuck me and, not for the first time, I wondered where the hell that had come from. 

The door opened and we stepped in, nodded hello to the lone occupant and turned to face the front. I could feel the attractive man's eyes appraising my ass as the elevator ascended to the rooftop pool and I blushed and was appalled when I found myself hoping he was enjoying the view. 

The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor. Lilla and I parted a little and the man turned slightly toward me and squeezed between us. He brushed against me and smiled at me and my heart hammered and my cock twitched and I was paralyzed. I think I gave him a frozen smile, but I couldn't be sure by the time the elevator doors closed again. 

"I think he liked you," Lilla said with a smile.

"God, this is so nerve wracking." I was flushed with excitement and dread.

"Nonsense. You were out all day yesterday flirting like a little old tart"

"I had clothes on and I had been drinking."

"Hmm. You do have a point."

"That's real helpful."

"Oh, dollface, just be your lovely ol' girly self. You'll be fine."

"You try it."

"Honeylamb, I live it everyday."

"You know what I mean."

"Yes, I suppose I do. Thrilling, isn't it." She bumped her shoulder against mine.

"Humph."

The elevator arrived at the roof and the doors opened. We stepped into a large glass enclosure, obviously there as a transition from the elevator to the roof proper. We exited the enclosure and stepped into glorious weather, sunny, warm but not too hot, and a very slight breeze. We followed the tiled walkway, potted ferns and plants thoughtfully sprinkled here and there along the way, around to the pool deck entrance and I was kind of surprised to see how crowded it was. We found a couple of the few remaining open lounge chairs at the end of the pool. 

I laid a towel on my chair and Lilla did the same. We put our bag between us and sat down. I put on the sexy beach hat and sunglasses and without conscious thought struck a feminine pose. I realized I had one knee somewhat bent and had pointed my toes slightly downward for a sleek, feminine silhouette. Lilla noticed and smirked and my cock twitched.

Music played from unseen speakers and people were milling about in bathing suits and summer attire. There was a small stage across the pool from us and we saw a knot of people near one side of it. A waitress came by and we ordered mimosas, joking we'd hit the hard stuff, Bloody Marys, next.

We watched people for a few minutes and decided to settle in. I was about to pull the girly magazine Lilla had given me out of the beach bag when a man on stage stepped to the microphone. He was handsome and wore a tuxedo with short sleeves, coattails, short pants, and stockings held up with old fashioned garters just below the knee. 

The handsome man adjusted the mike and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, and you know who you are," Lilla and I exchanged a glance as if to say, "That's odd," "Welcome to the top of the world!" People laughed politely. He turned from side to side, addressing the whole audience and made grand gestures as he spoke. 

"We have today for your entertainment and edification a bevy of beauties, a collection of eye candy, a swarm of sexy ladies who have been so gracious as to volunteer to model some summer apparel and swimwear of the finest quality and style in all the land." A few men and women whopped and hooted. Lilla and I smiled and figured they were already into the hard stuff.

"And so, without further ado, I'll turn the microphone over to the lovely and talented Marguerite!" As he turned he swept his hand to the side in another grand gesture and a very tall, slender woman with a face made of angles, waltzed onto the stage, waved at the audience and smiled. She stopped at the microphone and her flowing, multi-layered outfit caught up with her and drifted to rest. Her teeth were too white in her larger than life mouth and she smiled broadly and said, "Welcome, friends! I am happy to be here today to show you my latest collection." She turned to the side and held out her hand. A lovely woman found the mark at the center of the stage, stopped, made a stylish circle and posed facing the audience. 

"Sam here is wearing a slinky once piece that..." We sipped our drinks and let the presentation become pleasant background noise while we admired the lovely ladies. 

After the third model began to walk off the stage I reached for my girlie magazine and heard Lilla gasp. She grabbed my wrist and waggled a finger at the stage and said, "Looklooklook! Lookwhoitis!" She put her hands over her mouth, a huge smile on her face. "I don't fucking believe it."

My eyes were huge. "Holy shit!" I said. Lilla and I looked at each other in amazement, then back at the stage. I was so shocked I barely noticed the tug of my earrings and the soft flick of my hair across my bare shoulders. 

"And this lovely lass approaching center stage is Joanna. She's wearing a sizzling little beach thong. My design has a slightly wider waist band than most and a considerably thicker strap." She put the back of her hand beside her mouth and winked. "But trust me ladies, it's totally worth it. You'll see." She got the laugh she expected from the audience as Joanna paused at the mark, twirled, whisked off her see through wrap to reveal her striking figure. A slender angel. Feminine and flirty in her red thong and skimpy top across her flat chest. Joanna turned to retreat off stage, making a point to fling her hair, and walked sassily off stage. 

"Holy shit!" I repeated.

"Awesome. You should do that, sweets. Totally."

"No fucking way."

Lilla laughed and said, "You'd be a natural. Oh look, there's Marion." She waved across the pool and Marion spotted her and smiled and waved back. Lilla gave her two thumbs up and Marion laughed and clapped her hands.

"Jeez. How could she appear in such an outfit. I'd be mortified."

"Oh, girlfriend. She's had a lot more experience at this than you. Who knows, maybe it will be you up on stage one day." 

"I know. No way."

"Hmm."

The models cycled through another round of outfits and Joanna had on a darling skirt and half blouse that served as cover-ups. She looked delightful. And the way she moved was so feminine and graceful and alluring and convincing I wondered if anyone watching suspected she was not what she seemed. Incredible, I thought. 

The show ended in the usual way, with thanks and a nod to where these items and others could be purchased. Marion and Joanna stopped by to say hello on their way out and Lilla said, "Joanna, oh my god, you were fantastic. That took a lot of courage to get up there."

"Yeah," I said, "that took some real balls."

We all exploded in laughter at my unintentional joke. "You're so adorable!" Marion said, a twinkle in her eye. "Listen, we have some things to do, but we're still on for tonight, right?"

"Amen, sister," Lilla said.

"Excellent. See you later, then."

"See you guys," Joanna said and waved to our "so longs" and I thought she may have put a little extra wiggle in her walk as she headed toward the elevator. I couldn't help but watch her and she did look delicious.

"Tonight?" I said.

"Mmm hmm."

"What's tonight?"

"We're gonna get together for drinks and stuff."

"And stuff?"

"Well aren't you just a little ole' curious kitty." She giggled. "Here, rub some lotion on me," she said, turning her back to me and closing the subject.

I rubbed lotion on her, sat back and leafed through my girly magazine with tips on how to please your man in bed and the best bathing suit for your body type and how to apply makeup and how to flirt and all sorts of womanly secrets to success and multiple orgasms. 

I closed the magazine and looked at myself. Manicured finger and toenails painted a blood red color. Slender, long smooth legs. Flat tummy. Thick, shoulder length blond hair with highlights. Glorious breasts. Lovely me! 

We finished our drinks, had a light lunch at the poolside bistro and returned to the lounge chairs where Lilla had me lay on my stomach. 

"God, you have a great ass, "she said while applying lotion to my back and legs. My cock twitched. 

I lay there, the Hurley's flattened and pressing against me, an odd feeling, and could feel the men's eyes on my rear, trying to see my lips, get a glimpse of my pussy as they walked by wearing dark sunglasses. Wanting to fuck me. Little did they know. 

We decided to return to the room and I tied the sheer yellow cover around my waist, bent my knees daintily and gathered my belongings and we left the pool area. Standing in front of the gleaming elevator doors I looked at the reflection of Lilla and me. It never ceased to take my breath away how beautiful Lilla is, and how attractive and alluring I was in my transformation to a weekend woman. "Damn," Lilla said softly, "Just...damn."

The doors opened and two hunky, handsome, tipsy twenty-something's gawked and looked us over from head to toe. Lilla tilted her head to one side, smiled, winked and said, "Take a picture boys, it lasts longer." 

They smiled drunkenly and one of them said as they passed us and turned to look at our asses, "Smokin' hot, ladies. Most def," and I thought I heard the other one say something that sounded like, "Milf," but I couldn't be sure.

Lilla winked and nudged me and I blushed and she laughed as the doors closed. She turned and grabbed me and kissed me hard and we kissed and ground against each other until the doors opened on our floor. I was flushed and a bit uncomfortable down there as we passed a couple with a young child wearing water wings waiting to get on the elevator. I could feel the husband's eyes, eager to take us in without his wife catching on. 

Back in the room we took a quick shower to clean off the suntan lotion and sweat. Lilla copped feels, stroked my cock and got me hard, squeezed my ass and told me how much she like fucking it. She squealed and laughed and twisted away when I grabbed her and tried to fuck her. I complained of blue balls and her eyes twinkled. She kissed me hard and long and fondled my breasts and my nipples sang with desire. 

We napped. 

We drank champagne on the terrace and watched the people wander about on the shopping boulevard below, all the while she touched, me, stroked me, kept me hard under my pretty silk robe. She pointed to this person and that, wondering if she were shaved or if he manscaped, if she took it in the ass or how big a cock he had and how hot it would be to see it in my mouth. She fed me my precum and I moaned.

Finally, "Okie dokie, sweets, it's showtime." 

"Huh?"

"Hit the showers! Scrub-a-dub! You know the routine by now so get to it!" She filled my glass with more champagne, slapped my ass and shooed me off. I noticed she caressed her breast, her hand sliding down as I left the terrace to shower, shave and get myself ready for her makeup session. 

When I got out of the shower I called to Lilla and she shrugged off her robe as she stepped through the sliding glass doors and I watched it flutter gently to the floor behind her. She was magnificent. Brilliant shoulder length red hair, a dusting of freckles and that slender, toned body. My cock twitched. 

She noticed and smiled and said, "Atten-shun!" She stood in front of me, hands on hips, looked down at my semi-hardon and said. "Is that any way to salute your commanding officer, soldier?" 

I smiled and stroked myself to an erection and saluted. 




The Bet reLoaded Ch. 04



"Much better Private Dick!" She giggled and caressed my cock and kissed me and said, "Let's get you all dolled up for tonight. It's going to be special."

Once again Lilla did her makeup magic. Barely there, but transforming. She kept "accidentally" bumping into my cock and it stayed hard throughout the session. Lilla combed and fluffed and brushed and coiffed and she finally stood back to look me over. 

"Hmmm," she said, reached out and plucked an errant eyebrow hair.

"Ow!"

"There. Perfect! My perfect little ladyboy."

"Stop."

"My own little man-maid."

"Enough."

"My lovely little...Hey!" she laughed and twisted and ran away when I almost grabbed her nipple. 

I caught her and threw her on the bed she squealed and I pounced on her and kissed her, my hand reaching down and finding her slick, wet and open. Lilla moaned into my mouth as I worked her with my hand. 

I was between her legs and desperate for her, my cock throbbing, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I was poised to take her and began my thrust forward, into her, when Lilla pushed at me and scrambled out from beneath me. I groaned. 

"Now look what you've done mister missy! I'll have to do our hair and lipstick all over again." She was flushed, breathing hard and smiling.

She marched me back to the bathroom vanity and as I sat back down for a quick refreshing Lilla poked my cock with her brush and said "Bet you thought Willie there was gonna get wet, didn't cha?"

"I was hoping."

"Thought you were gonna get some."

I laughed. She sat on my lap, shifted and squirmed. I could feel her wet pussy against the bottom of my hard cock. She reached down, scooped with her finger and fed me some pre-cum.

"Thought you were gonna get jiggy with it."

I moaned as she rubbed against me and said, "Jiggy?" I tried to pull her tighter against me and she stood up. "My, my, aren't we the horny little slut tonight. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get jiggy and jiggly before the night is through." I groaned. "Now, let's go get you looking fabulous!" She turned and skipped to the dresser. 

Lilla had me slip into some oh so sheer black stockings. Again I marveled at the way they wisped up my toned hairless legs to nestle oh so high on my thighs. I reached down to put on four-inch strappy, pointy-toed black fuck-me pumps that were simply divine and my cock twitched as my arms pushed on my breasts and they swayed, tugging gently on my nipples. Then Lilla held up my undergarments.

"What's that?"

"Isn't it glorious? Oh my god! It's so sexy. Put it on!" she said and tossed it to me. 

I separated the top from the bottom and looked at Lilla. "Go on, go on! Put it on, put it on!" She was bouncing on her toes again. 

I stepped into the bottoms, careful not to catch a heel, and felt my breasts swaying and my hair flowing around my face as I pulled the garment up and felt, more than heard, the delicate, erotic whisper of feminine materials brushing as it glided up and up my legs. I pulled the thong strap snug between my cheeks and tucked myself in. I pulled the top over my head and over my breasts and adjusted it. 

I looked at myself in the mirror over the dresser. The top was a black, sheer band that covered my breasts, but certainly didn't support them as a bra would. The edges looked like doily material. Spaghetti straps. The bottom was a matching sheer skirt, if you could call a six inch strip of material a skirt, that is, over an attached thong. I turned, this way, that way. It was sexy. I felt sexy.

"Isn't it grand? I love it! God, you look so hot I just wanna eat you up yum!"

"It's nice, I guess."

"Pshaw. You love it, I know you do."

"Now, I got you this darling three-quarter sleeve sweater dress. It's light material, but thick enough to hide the line of your dainties." She held it up to show me.

"Great." 

"Oh, quit. Here, have some more champagne," she said and handed me a full glass and watched me take a delicate sip. "Oh, for fuck's sake. Drink it like a dyke." She laughed and drained her glass.

I took the dress from her and wiggled into it. It clung tightly to my body. The top was an oval that exposed my collar bone. A tease. My fingers could almost curl under the hem. 

"It's pretty short."

"You mean short and pretty."

"Short."

"What can I tell you, lovergirl. Keep your legs together until it's time to not."

"Huh?"

"What every girl should know."

"Right."

"Uh huh, you betcha! Have some more champagne, cupcake. Go check yourself out and I'll be ready lickety split."

I cha-cha-ed to the bathroom where the light was bright and I could se myself in a full mirror and I was stunned yet again. I watched my self put on dangly earrings, marveled at the ease with which I now accomplished such a feminine task, tilting my head to get my hair out of the way, placing and adjusting the clamp. I shook my head and watched my shoulder length blonde hair with highlights shimmy back and forth then settle, the earrings glinting and tugging, a feminine sensation.

I looked my self over. The sweater dress was dark with one-quarter inch black bands running horizontally and diagonally to form a geometric pattern made up of triangles. The material inside the triangles was gray and black along with some muted jewel shades. Overall, sexy and alluring. And far clingier and shorter than anything else Lilla had me wear so far! 

Thin, bangly silver bracelets that jangled and clinked when I moved and communicated my femininity. A couple of rings. The sheer stockings, the divine four-inch black strappy pointy-toed fuck me pumps. Lipstick to match my blood-red nails. I was a knockout, simply stunning. A slender beauty with an androgynous, easily passable face. With Lilla's makeup artistry, a beautiful, feminine face. "Holy shitski!" as Lilla would say.

I was initially pissed when I first lost the bet, but had to admit that Lilla's enthusiasm, her encouragement and acceptance, and the loving joy she was having made it all kind of fun. Exciting, thrilling even. I wondered if maybe I was having too much fun! I looked at myself from all angles. Was that really me? 

Lilla came into the bathroom and whistled. "I wondered what was taking you so long. Damn, girl, I can't stop staring at you myownself!" She filled my glass with champagne, held hers up and said, "To my darling Liz." I did a mini-curtsey, clinked her glass and looked her over. Lilla wore a jade colored three-quarter sleeve flirty v-neck that showed off her cleavage, the dusting of freckles there silently urging me to kiss each and every one of them. The dress was form-fitting and the hem was almost to her knees. She wore the same stockings and shoes as me. A bracelet made of some ceramic balls that matched her hair color and dangly earrings rounded out her ensemble. She looked devastating. 

She handed me a necklace that matched her bracelet and complimented the jewel shades in my dress. I put it on and its presence pulled me another notch further into that feminine grace.

"Well aren't we a pair!" Lilla said.

"We do look good."

"I hope you make it past the lobby before some man hijacks you and takes you to his room and ravages you."

"Right. Won't happen."

"Not unless you want it too. Hmm?"

"Right. Won't happen."

"Oh, well. A girl can always dream. C'mon, let's hit the bar!"

I was still nervous, wandering around in public dressed as a beautiful woman, but not as nervous as yesterday, or this morning in a bikini. My walk was more secure, I was getting used to walking in high heels and thought I did a pretty good job. 

As we entered the lobby from the elevator and started across it to the bar, I could feel the glances and stares from the men and women scattered about. I was conscious of my clingy sexy sweater dress and my ass cheeks shifting and my breasts swaying slightly as I walked. 

We entered the bar and I noticed it hadn't changed since last night, still the subdued elegance glistening with silver and green. We sat down at the bar and I had to pull my dress down it was so scandalously short! I ordered an appletini and Lilla told the bartender, a handsome young man in his late twenties, it seemed, to make it two. "Love too," he said looking at us a couple of beats too long and I blushed and he smiled and turned to make our drinks.

"Good God," Lilla said, "I barely get you out of the room before you're sending out sex signals like some sort of frickin' tractor beam."

"He stared at me. The way he made that comment, like he wanted a threesome!"

"Probably does."

"I got embarrassed."

"Honeybun," Lilla said, caressing my cheek, "All the men are going to think sex when they see us. They can't help it. They're hard-wired to think sex before any other thought crosses their mostly one track minds. Like you need me to tell you that. Embrace it, lover. Enjoy it. Enjoy your femininity and the power it holds. You're beautiful! Let it happen, girl."

"Let what happen?"

"Here you are ladies, two appletinis," the bartender said, placing napkins in front of us and setting our drinks them.

"Mr. Bartender, my friend here, Liz, has just gotten divorced and is feeling a little unsure of herself." I turned and gave Lilla a look. "She was just telling me she doesn't feel as confident or as pretty as she used to. I told her 'Nonsense, you're gorgeous.'"

"Stop."

"So what do you say Mr. Bartender? You're a handsome guy. Will Liz have any trouble getting dates? Attracting men and all that?" Lilla looked innocently back and forth between the bartender and me.

"Oh, man..."

The bartender laughed and looked at me and said, "Liz, when you two walked in here you left a trail of turned heads. Hell, I thought a couple of guys were going to strain their necks! So no. No worries there at all." He looked over to where another customer was signaling him and said, "In fact, you stay here long enough and I have absolutely no doubt you'll find out. Excuse me, please."

He winked at us then turned and walked away and I slapped Lilla on the arm, my bracelets clinking, and said "What was that all about?" 

She laughed and said, "Oh nothing. Just helping you get your girl on."

"Thanks, but I don't need help."

"Ooh. I like that. You go girl!"

"That's not what I meant."

"Mmm hmm." Lilla smiled and sipped her appletini.

"Ugh." I flicked my hair back and felt the tug and sway of my earrings and sipped my appletini, noticing my delicate hands and lovely manicured nails. 

We sipped our drinks, had an appetizer or two since neither of us felt like having a full meal for some reason. Lilla gracefully fended off a tipsy salesmen and she was highly amused as I awkwardly fended off his friend. She said not to worry, that it gets easier with practice. "Ugh."

Eventually, we paid our tab and said farewell to handsome Mr. Bartender. I had a light buzz going and we strolled through the bar and lobby with the confidence that beautiful women exude. I might have even put an extra bounce in my step as I click-clacked to the elevator. 

Back in the room we tended to whatever needed tending and Lilla grabbed a bottle of champagne and said, "Let's go."

My heart beat faster. "To Marion's room?"

"Smart girl you are, you are."

"What for?" 

"Nothing. Just some girl talk."

"Uh huh. Why not in the bar? Or out by the pool?"

"Because we might say bawdy things and would get kicked out of the bar. Besides, I'd think you'd be more comfortable in private. You could relax easier."

"Uh huh."

"C'mon gorgeous, let's roll."

We made our way to Marion's and Joanna's room and were greeted with smiles and hugs all around.

Raven haired Marion was dressed in a stylish lime green wraparound dress, stockings the same color and tasteful jewelry and high heels. Joanna had on a darling rust colored jersey one piece, sheer black stockings and black open toed high heels.

We sat on the king-size bed, our legs tucked underneath us in womanly fashion drinking champagne, chatting, laughing, and Marion and Joanna told us more about Joanna's experience at the day spa and their trip to the tropical resort and how it came about that Joanna was in the fashion show today and how Marion was thinking of having Joanna's hair dyed black and cut in that cute, chic, short style where the front is longer than at the back. 

All of us were pretty tipsy and feeling loosey goosey when Lilla said, "I want to play a game!" 

"A game!" we all shouted and laughed and leaned into one another.

"What kind of game, Lilla?" Joanna said and tucked her lovely light brown hair behind an ear. My heart beat faster.

"Spin the bottle!" she giggled, and I was suddenly very nervous. She picked up an empty champagne bottle and tried to spin it on the bedspread. It went around one rotation and landed pointing at her. "Well that worked for shit. I don't want to get on the floor." She looked around the room and said, "Hey, that tray should do the trick."

I leaned over, almost falling off the bed until Joanne grabbed my arm. I used her for leverage and leaned way out to the table, aware of my earrings swaying and breasts straining at the fabric of my dress, and her hold on me. I picked up the empty tray and Joanna hauled me back both of us laughing. 

"Thanks doll baby!" Lilla spun the bottle on the tray and I held my breath and after a few rotations it landed on...me! 

As Lilla and I leaned toward each other she said, "Oh, and the rule is you have to use tongues." My heart raced and we kissed, her hand reaching out and holding me to her for a long fifteen seconds.

"Mmm, you taste good, girlfriend." They all laughed and so did I, but more nervously.

I reached out, placed my hand on the bottle and gave it a spin. I was hoping for Lilla again, but it landed on Marion. Well, I had certainly done more than just kiss her the previous night, but I looked at Lilla who nodded her head with eager encouragement. I leaned toward Marion and her to me. Our lips touched our tongues met and we kissed. My hand reached up on its own and caressed her hair. We broke. My cock thickened.

Marion spun the bottle and it landed on Lilla, who said, "Yay!" and leaned toward Marion. They met and soft lips opened and tongues reached out. Marion's hand grazed Lilla's breast and she moaned softly and my cock thickened. 

Lilla spun and it landed on Joanna. Lilla looked at me, winked, and pulled Joanna to her and kissed her and lightly scratched her thigh with her nails. My cock thickened and it was uncomfortable down there so I adjusted and saw that Joanna did the same. 

My heart beat faster and I knew it was coming and sure enough the bottle pointed at me and it was happening right now. I thought what the hell, Joanna looks just like a pretty woman so that's who I'm kissing, a pretty woman. She leaned toward me, I leaned toward her and our lips met gently, tentative, then parted. I felt Joanna's soft tongue reaching out, finding mine, our tongues curled around and around each other, tender then insistent. I felt her hand on my thigh, up and up, then on my breast and then she broke away and I was breathing hard.

"Joanna's a good kisser, isn't she lamb chop?" 

"Um. Yeah." 

I spun the bottle and we went a few more rounds, drank more champagne and Lilla finally smiled at me and said, "Well, now that we've all kissed and been kissed I say new game!"

"New game!" we shouted and drank more champagne. 

"What now?" Marion said.

"Strip spin the bottle!" My heart beat like a triphammer!

"Excellent idea!" Marion announced and spun the bottle and it landed on her. "I suppose it's fair game if it lands back on you." 

"Good! But only the first time," Lilla said.

Marion untied her lime green wraparound dress, shrugged out of it and tossed it on a nearby chair. She had on a sheer lime green bra and matching panties. My cock was hard.

"Oh! That's so pretty, Marion. I love that color on you!" Lilla said. "Another rule! Jewelry doesn't count and stockings and shoes have to stay on too. They're just so sexy and feminine. Okay?" We all nodded our agreement.

Naturally, the bottle pointed at me next. I blushed and took off my clingy sweater dress, my erection straining against the thong, and got murmurs of admiration and approval from Marion and Joanna. 

"That is just darling!" Joanna said, reaching out and touched the fabric, caressed the side of my breast and my nipple tingled.

"No bra! I thought the girls were moving more freely tonight. Very sexy, Liz," Marion said. 

"Yeah, yeah," I said and tucked my hair behind and ear and spun the bottle. It landed on Lilla. 

Marion made a growling noise and Lilla laughed and stood and took off her jade colored three-quarter sleeve flirty v-neck to a round of applause. She climbed back on the bed, spun the bottle and Joanna took off her pretty rust colored jersey one piece to "Oohs" and "Ahhs" and was left in her stockings and high heels, as well as a pretty black bra and tanga panties. 

Joanna's bra came off next and Lilla looked at her tan lines and said, "Damn, I wish I'd thought to get you some tanning, Liz."

"Thank you. No."

"But just think of how sexy and fem it is. Right, Joanna? Doesn't it get in your head a little to see those feminine lines?"

"It do," Joanna said and batted her eyes and swiveled her shoulders toward her chin in that vampy womanly way and we laughed.

More drinking, more spins and the bras and my top were off. I was buzzed and so less nervous, but still somewhat unsure about where I thought this was likely to be heading. The bottle spun.

Marion's and Lilla's panties were off. They both looked stunning wearing just jewelry, stockings and shoes. Joanna was next. She reached down and into her tanga, held her cock in, pulled the material out and away from her body and pulled it off in a ladylike manner and there it was. The first hard cock I'd ever seen in real life. I swallowed and it felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest.

"You might as well just go ahead and take those underfrillies off, girlfriend, gonna happen anyway," Lilla said. 

They began chanting, "Take it off! Take it off..."

I held up a finger and said, "No, no, wouldn't be fair to you guys. No cheating allowed." They laughed and the bottle spun and in two more tries I was as was Joanna and hard as a rock.

"Ooh, nice one Liz," Joanna said, widening her eyes. "Marion told me all about it but the real thing looks so scrumptious!"

I blushed and Lilla said, "It's totally scrumptious." 

"Stop. You're killing me."

"It's true. Isn't it, Marion"

"Totally," Marion said and started walking two fingers across the bed toward my cock. I laughed and blushed and my cock twitched.

"New game!" Lilla yelled.

"New game!" we shouted and giggled and I was so nervous and glad I had some liquid courage helping me out.

"Okay, okay," Lilla said, hopping to her knees. She almost toppled over, laughed, adjusted her stockings and said, "Okay, this time whoever the bottle lands on has to pleasure the spinner in some way."

"Mmm, sounds divine," Marion purred.

"I love it!" Joanna said. 

I gulped and Lilla spun. It pointed to Marion. Marion smiled and scooted over to Lilla. She kissed her tenderly, a hand on her cheek, trailing down her neck. Lilla ran her fingers though Marion's thick, black hair. Marion left a trail of kisses down Lilla's neck and Lilla raised her face to the ceiling, opening her neck to Marion's nibbles. Marion kissed her way down and took a nipple into her mouth and chewed and tugged. Her hand snaked between Lilla's legs and Lilla moaned softly and let her head drop and cradled Marion's head in her hands. After a minute, or an hour, Marion broke away and said, "My turn," her voice husky. 




The Bet reLoaded Ch. 04



"Mmm, that was nice, Marion. Whew!"

Marion spun and it landed on me and I repeated what I had just witnessed. When I pulled my hand away from Marion's bare pussy, she groaned and said, "So not fair! I was getting close!" 

We all laughed and I spun the bottle. It seemed to go round and round and round forever and I held my breath and my heart beat faster and it happened. When the bottle stopped it was pointing at Joanna. I looked at her and she was beautiful in her black stockings, open toed fuck-me's, her shoulder length light brown hair, her flat chest. Her hard cock. She smiled at me and moved toward me, covering the short distance before I could even think.

Joanna kneeled before me, looking down at me, her erect cock inches from my face. I gulped and looked up at her. She leaned down and our lips met, opened. I accepted her tongue and closed my eyes. In a repeat of what Marion had done to Lilla and I to Marion, Joanna did to me. 

Joanna pulled away, moved and kissed my chin, my neck and I raised my face to let her have me and felt the tug of my earrings and the shifting weight of my hair. Joanna caressed my breasts, tongued my nipples. She bit and chewed and pulled on them and the connecting thread did its job and my nipples danced with pleasure-pain. I held her head, ran my fingers through her hair. 

Joanna's hand lightly caressed my cock, a silky touch, and I moaned. Her head dropped lower and I gasped when her hot mouth encircled my cock. I felt her tongue lick me, caress me, love me. Her lips tight against me as she moved on me with hand and mouth. Her hands fondled my smooth balls. She kneaded them and I felt her mouthing them and it felt so wonderful. 

Still sucking me, licking me, stroking me, she put a manicured hand on my chest and pushed me to my back and I let her lay me down. The bottle and tray were gone. Lilla and Marion were quiet. Only wet sounds coming from Joanna and me. 

I lay on my back, my earrings yanked and swayed, my breasts settled and my nipples delighted. Joanna pleasured me and I moaned. I felt her hair on my thighs and stomach and I ran my fingers though it. She pushed my leg up and licked my balls, her tongue soft and rough. She stroked my cock, she licked my ass, my opening, and stabbed at it with her tongue and I moaned. 

Joanna kissed her way back up my stomach, my full breasts, my mouth and I held her head in my hands and kissed her and kissed her. She lay on top of me and I could feel her hard cock rubbing against mine and heard the wispy sound of stockings gliding and I groaned. Joanna straddled me. I felt moisture on my cock and saw Marion with some lotion. 

Joanna positioned herself, eyes closed and descended and I felt my cock spearing in and an immense heat enveloped me and she groaned and I felt her hands on my breasts and her balls on my pelvis. I heard Lilla's voice, far away, say, "God, that is so hot." Lilla and Marion moved and leaned against each other and the headboard, holding hands, watching Joanna grind on me. 

Joanna swiveled and rotated her hips and the pleasure was enormous. Her ass was so tight and hot and she was moaning and groaning. She raised herself, lowered herself, her cock slapping her stomach over and over as her speed increased. My cock hot then cool then hot again and again. I pumped my hips. I was fucking Joanna. Her cock was hard. I reached up and pinched a nipple on her flat chest and Joanna moaned and rasped out a "Yes!"

I toyed with her nipples and she rocked harder on me. She sat, leaned back, ran a hand through her hair and swiveled her hips, ground and snapped them against me and it felt so good. I held her hips watched her face, her hair, her cock, and pumped and thrust and my breasts were heaving and my nipples throbbing and I and groaned and moaned in concert with Joanna and she cried, "Do it! Come in me. I want to feel you come in me," and with her words, her timing, I groaned and thrust and came and came and came inside of Joanna's hot, tight ass. 

We stopped moving. She dropped down and laid on my chest, her cock thick and hard and slippery between us. My cock was still firm and I cupped her small bottom with my hands and thrust gently some while we kissed. I finally slid out into the cooler air of the room. In my ear, softly so that only I could hear, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Liz. That was wonderful. After last night I hoped. I knew having you would be amazing." 

She slowly moved away, went into the bathroom and Lilla was there cleaning me with a warm washcloth. She kissed me and said breathlessly, "That was so sexy, so hot. Amazingly hot. God, I'm so wet!"

Joanne came back in and stood near the edge of the bed, near my head. Near Lilla's. She handed me a glass of champagne and I leaned up on one elbow, took it and drank. I gave half to Lilla and she drained it and gave the glass back to Joanna. She kissed me, cupped Joanna's balls, tugged to draw her in, leaned over me and her lips closed around Joanna's cock. 

Lilla sucked Joanna's cock and cradled her balls and I felt her gorgeous red hair brush my face as she worked her mouth and tongue on that thick hard cock. Not stopping she moved to her knees, straddled me, sitting on my lap, my cock nestled in the crack of her ass. I felt Lilla's hand stroking my hair, her fingers caressing me. She pulled off of Joanna's cock and pulled me to her lips. Her tongue forceful and eager. I tasted pre-cum, Joanna's pre-cum, and I moaned.

"Help me give Joanna pleasure," she whispered, her voice thick. I gulped. "It's time, my love," she said, "It's time."

Lilla's hand was touching the back of my head and I slowly leaned forward and I gave in to it, I let it happen. I drew near and my heart was about to explode at the thought of what I was doing, of sucking a man's cock. 

I opened my mouth, positioned my tongue, Lilla's hand gently encouraging me, the lightest of pressure on the back of my head. My cock throbbed. The room was silent and my mouth approached Joanna's thick, hard, flesh and blood cock and I felt its heat and I closed my lips around it and the cock filled my mouth and we both moaned and my cock throbbed and I was now forevermore, a cocksucker. 

"That's a good girl," Lilla gently, softly said, "You know what to do." I felt her hand leave the back of my head and she got off of me, a wetness where she had been. Joanna's cock filled my mouth and the dam broke. Resistance melted away and I embraced where I was, what I was wearing and what I was doing. 

Stockings whispered as I swung my legs off the bed and I moaned around the cock as my four-inch high heels planted and I sat and worked Joanna's cock with my mouth. I was careful of my teeth, pressed with my lips, down and up and down. Her cock was so big and meaty in my mouth and it was soft and hard and hot and slippery. She was leaking pre-cum and it tasted so sweet. 

Joanna's fingers were in my hair. My bangly bracelets tinkled as I kneaded her smooth balls and I squeezed and released and heard her moan. I pressed a manicured finger at her opening, used my hand and mouth to ride Joanna's cock down to the base and back and my mind was reeling at the reality of sucking a live cock. I jacked her cock and mouthed her smooth balls and she moaned and I was proud and my earrings and necklace and breasts swayed and nylon whispered and my cock throbbed. 

I slid off the bed and fell to my knees and sucked her thick, hard cock down and up. I flicked my shoulder length blonde hair with highlights to the side and mouthed her balls, taking the tender orbs in my soft, wet mouth and loved them with my tongue. 

I held her balls and reached around and cupped an ass cheek and pulled her to me and opened wide and filled my mouth with Joanna's thick, hot meat. I worked her with mouth and tongue and hands and I sucked her and jacked her and swirled my tongue around her sensitive head and she grabbed my head and moaned and thrust and clenched and throbbed and swelled and came and I felt her release and tasted her cum and I moaned and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. I went down on her cock and back up a few times, to clean up, to get her cum, then released her. 

Joanna put her hands under my arms and urged me to my feet. She pulled me to her, our bodies pressed tightly together, my breasts against her flat chest, our cocks caressing. She kissed me and said, "That was wonderful, darling. I owe you." 

She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed, her hands on my knees urging me to move farther up on the king-sized bed, toward Lilla and Marion. I scooted back and Joanna turned me to my stomach and settled between my legs. My heart pounded. Lilla moved over, swung a leg, adjusted her position and pulled my head to her slick, wet pussy and I licked her sweet cunt. I chewed her lips and worked them gently, then hard. Her pussy glistened and I sucked and chewed and worked my fingers in her and was rewarded with her moans.

Joanna rubbed my back. She worked down to my thighs. She kneaded my ass. As I pleasured Lilla I felt Joanna's hot breath on me. She ran the edge of her hand down between my ass. She spread my cheeks and I felt her tongue flatten on my hole. She licked me back there and I felt her hair on me, gliding over my skin like silk. My cock was hard, leaking. I licked Lilla and Joanna licked me. 

Joanna licked my ass softly then and I felt her tongue harden and push against me, opening me, and my nerves sang and it felt so amazing and I cocked my hips to get more of her tongue inside of me. 

I felt cool moisture back there, a gentle finger opened me, entered me. Joanna's finger brushed against my prostate and I moaned at the exquisite pleasure. In time, she was gently sawing three fingers in and out of me and I rocked my hips slightly in response. 

I licked Lilla and felt Joanna's amazing fingers inside of me and my heart raced because I knew it was going to happen. I was going to get fucked by a man. I was going to take a man's cock inside of me and I wanted it with all my being at this moment in time. I wanted to get fucked like a slut by a flesh and blood cock. I wanted to feel its hot, thick length spreading me, taking me, making me come. I rotated my pelvis in invitation, like a cat in heat and Joanna's fingers withdrew, leaving me empty and I moaned. 

She nudged me and I rolled to my back and again felt my earrings, necklace, hair and breasts succumb to gravity's silent command. Lilla took my hand. Marion caressed my face with gentle love and kissed me and whispered, "Mmm. Look at you. All dolled up and flat on your back like a real woman. Enjoy his cock, baby, I know I do." She ran a nail lightly along my hard cock and my heart hammered and I moaned.

I looked up at Joanna kneeling above me, between my spread legs. She leaned down, brushed my lips with hers and said, "You're first time has to be on your back, with your legs in the air. Like a woman." 

Joanna licked Lilla's juices from my face then her tongue found mine, my heart raced and I raised my stockinged legs so she could take me with her iron shaft. Joanna closed in on me. I felt her long cock, thick and blunt, at my rear, pressing, insistent and I squeezed Lilla's hand and she squeezed back in reassurance and said softly, "Open for him, my love. Take his cock. That's a good girl." 

I was ready and my hungry little mouth opened easily. My rings parted and Joanna slid deeply into me, my prostate gloriously stimulated, and her hips were flush against me and I felt her balls against me and I moaned. She ground against me and her hair was covering my face and I breathed in her scent and she ground and rotated her pelvis against me. She filled me up and a moan escaped through her hair as I wrapped my arms tightly around her and writhed against her, my ass so full of cock. 

My stockinged legs were wide and high, my high-heeled toes pointed to the ceiling and Joanna kissed me and her cock was so hot, a scorching shaft searing me, filling me. She drew back and spiked into me and I felt the pull and push on my flesh, the sensitive nerves back there exploding in bursts of pleasure. 

She rose to her elbows and pumped in and out of my sensitive passage over and over, again and again. Her thick, long cock speared me and sliced me in two and I moaned and it was heavenly.

I tried to rock my hips to meet her thrusting cock and our bodies slammed together and her sweat dripped onto my cock and my heaving breasts. Joanna fucked me and fucked me and I heard her moan and my breasts moved and swayed naturally with the rhythm of our passion and my nipples pinched and pulled deliciously.

Joanna put my legs on her shoulders and leaned into me, her hands cupped my shoulders and she drove into me and grunted with each powerful thrust. I heard words, heard myself rasp to no one, to everyone, "Yes. Fuck me. So good." 

I was on my back getting fucked like a woman by a man with a real cock and I was lost in a sea of sensation: my breasts and nipples, my earrings and necklace and bracelets, my black stockings, my high-heeled shoes, my blood red manicured nails, the moaning and grunting, the wet slapping of fucking, and that hot, hard, real live cock relentlessly invading me, taking me, piercing me like a woman should be pierced. 

Joanna took my legs off her shoulders, slowed her pace and gave me long, slow, enthralling strokes that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through me as the head of her cock stroked my prostate and exquisitely sensitive nerves. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me and ground my hips against her, pleased at her responsive moan.

She leaned down and kissed me, our tongues swirling and dancing, then she raised, pushed my legs father apart and down, pinned them against the mattress and crashed into me. Joanna fucked me with long, deep strokes and her thick cock spread me and speared me and our bodies slammed together and I was grunting with each stroke, each blow, each collision of pleasure and I felt it building and was overwhelmed and it built and my ass throbbed with pleasure as Joanna fucked me and fucked me and she yelled and spasmed and arched and slammed into me and I felt her cum jet into me, deep and hot and wet, and it sent me over the edge and waves of pleasure erupted and I shouted and the world went blank and I came and came and came and came and came.

Slowly, slowly, I became aware of my surroundings. I heard small noises, felt hearts beating, breath slowing, relished Joanna's weight on me, missed and longed for the fullness when she finally slipped out of me. Joanna rolled off of me and after a moment I leaned over to her, tucked my hair behind an ear, kissed her gently and said, "Oh, my God. Thank you, Joanna, thank you. That was truly amazing. I had no idea it could be that good. I'm so glad it was you." I rolled to my back again and looked up at Lilla, upside down from my position and said, "So what'd you think, cupcake? Was it as good for you as it was for me?" 

Lilla's eyes were wide and she was rubbing her pussy and she laughed and said, "Good? Good? Holy fuck! That was that fucking hot as shit! I came twice watching you two horn dogs get jiggy."

Marion said, "Jiggy?"

"Don't ask," I said. 

"God, that was good," from Joanna.

"Yes, it was." I took her hand in mine and squeezed gently.

"Well I don't know about you Marion, but I'm feeling a little left out here," Lilla said, moved around and put her pussy over my mouth. "You know what to do, lover," she said as she looked down at me. I licked her and chewed her and mouthed her clit and her sweet juices flowed and she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. 

I felt moist heat on my cock and sensed Joanne kneeling over me, sucking me hard again. I licked Lilla and reached out and milked Joanna's thickening cock and saw Marion stepping into her harness, her dildo jutting from low on her mound. Marion straddled me and pushed Lilla down to get access to her cunt. I nibbled her clit and Marion put a hand on Lilla's back centered her cock and Lilla moaned when Marion entered her tight pussy. 

Joanna sucked my cock and I spread my legs and she fingered my ass and the pleasure was immense as she worked my prostate. Marion fucked Lilla and I ate her and Joanna sucked me and I milked her cock and we all rocked together and Lilla came with a shout. She rolled off of me and onto her back and Marion moved away and I rolled over and entered Lilla's pussy in one hard thrust and she grunted and said, "Yes! Fuck me!" 

Lilla's pussy was tight and felt like velvet fire and I swooned in its wet embrace. I pumped her hard then Marion moved behind me. I stopped, buried deep inside of Lilla, kissed her, ground against her and it came, that delicious pressure at my rear. I lay on Lilla, in Lilla, and moaned as Marion's strapon filled me with bliss and desire. I let Marion pound me with long, deep, hard strokes that pushed me into Lilla. I cocked and swiveled and rotated my hips and fucked back at Marion and at Lilla. 

I raised my head and took Joanna's cock into my mouth. Lilla licked her balls and Joanna fucked my mouth and Marion fucked my ass and Lilla gyrated on my cock. I moaned around the cock as she sawed in and out of my mouth and I clenched and came deep inside of Lilla and collapsed onto her. 

Marion gently withdrew and Lilla rolled me to my back, straddled me and looked down at me and smiled lovingly and I licked her and cleaned her, savoring our mingled flavors. 

We caught our breath, drank some champagne, and fluffed our hair and straightened our stockings. We looked at each other, laughed and met in the middle of the bed and it was on again and we fucked for hours. Joanna and I gave Lilla and Marion a double penetration and they squealed in pleasure and pain and delight. Joanna fucked me doggy while I ate then fucked Marion. Lilla fucked me with our strapon while I ate Marion while Joanna fucked her. Joanna and I sixty-nined while Marion fucked me and Lilla fucked Joanna. Marion and Lilla sixty-nined while I fucked Marion and Joanna fucked Lilla. Joanna fucked me from the edge of the bed while Lilla rode my cock and I returned the pleasure to Joanna and Marion. We fucked and sucked in all the positions and combinations that seemed possible and boy I was glad I'd taken that little blue pill. 

It was early, barely dawn according to the light bleeding though the semi-sheer curtains. I woke up on my side facing Lilla. Joanna was behind me. Marion behind Lilla. I reached behind me, found Joanna's cock and squeezed and stroked it gently, feeling it swell and grow hard in my hand and I remembered how it felt in my mouth; soft, then swelling to full hardness. Joanna stirred behind me and I felt her cock at my rear and I smiled and shifted my hips to give her access. I closed my eyes as that sweet, thick cock took possession of me and gently rocked into me in a leisurely morning fuck and I heard her moan softly.

Lilla opened her eyes and smiled, looked at me with love and raised a questioning eyebrow. I nodded and she kissed me then moved down and closed her lips around my cock. She sucked me and fondled me and I smiled at Marion who had a "Well, well!" expression on her face. I felt Joanna's glorious cock rocking into me and sending reams of pleasure coursing through me. 

Joanne put an arm around me and across me and held my shoulder and thrust harder now, getting her pleasure, using my ass. She punched into me, a staccato rhythm and Lilla's hair flowed as she sucked me and I clenched and Joanna moaned and I felt her wet seed deep inside of me and I came into Lilla's soft mouth. I reached back and held Joanna to me and accepted my cum from Lilla in a long, tender kiss. 

"Well that was just lovely," Marion said, "But what about me?"