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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 01

By: Benny_Blank



Dear Benny,

It has been a while since I have written to you. But there is a lot that has happened and because of that I am a lot busier that I used to be. It has been all good.

Remember the "Glory Hole" thing? Well, I kept doing that for a few weeks but with a twist, so to speak. The number of sex stores and arcades around has gone down. Too much Internet competition, too much local law enforcement, and too many weirdos hanging around the places that are still open, and I just couldn't get the same thrill I used to get when it was still a novelty. So, I had to modify my "act" a little. 

I did keep up with a two or three places that had a good clientele. I tried to keep being discreet- -you know, the plain unisex outfit, the baseball cap, or a hoodie (most of the time both) getting there early before there were a lot of customers and leaving when there weren't many people around. But word does get around and I found myself with a pretty steady number of men eager to sample my services- -and re-sample more than once.

Now, you know me, I'd never have thought of sucking cocks for money. I enjoy it so much and there is such a nice selection of different cocks that show up when there are no strings attached. But a funny thing started to happen. Every so often, after I finished relieving some guy of his load, and he had pulled his softening cock back out of the "glory hole", a rolled-up ten dollar bill- -some times a twenty- -would drop through the hole into the booth. I never asked for any money. In fact, I never had much, if any, conversation with any of the men except perhaps to whisper to them how good they were or, maybe, to let them know that I wasn't interested in their particular cock- -you know the ones I wasn't sure were so healthy. So, these bills were indeed a gratuity- -and gratifying. I sure wasn't going to push them back through the hole. It was, however, beginning to think in the back of my mind that someone might construe this as sex for money. I didn't want to get nailed for prostitution or anything like that.

That's when things took a different direction.

Late one Friday night (actually early one Saturday morning) after I had worked over a fair number of juicy pricks and felt that things had slowed down for the night, I made sure my baseball cap was adjusted and my hoodie up and slipped out of the booth to leave and head home. In this particular store, I had to walk past the attendant's counter to leave and I tried to do so unobtrusively but, just as I got to the area of the cash register, the attendant beckoned me over to him. 

He was a 40-ish guy with graying, curly hair. he was dressed in black jeans and wore a black t-shirt with white printing on it, "Save the Seals. Killer Whales Need a Balanced diet". I didn't quite get that. 

"Hey, young fella, " he sounded patronizing, "C'mere a second."

I froze in my tracks and my mind began to race. What did he want? Was I going to get into trouble? Was he going to hassle me? Did he want his cock sucked? What??

"Hey, don't worry." He said, conveying the impression that he understood my apprehension. "I just want to talk to you for a minute. Nothing to get up tight about."

I approached the counter slowly, still with my hoodie up and cap on with the bill pulled down. 

"Yeah?" I whispered hoarsely, trying to keep my voice firm "What's up?"

"Look, I know you come in here quite a bit." he began, "and I also know that you have quite a following of guys that get their cocks sucked in the booths back there and that you are one of their favorites. I mean, I have security cam footage of the guys lined up trying to get into the booths next to yours. It's not like I don't know what's going on."

"O.K. I get that. So, is there a problem with that?" I tried to maintain my composure and add a little "machismo" to it.

He leaned over the counter and said , "No, not really a problem for me...yet. I've been lucky so far not getting busted for the goings on here. The cops around here have better things to do. There's enough real crime out there to keep them busy without having to worry about some harmless cock sucking and things like that going on in a porno shop. They know I run a pretty up and up place. I keep it clean; I don't let the drunks get out of hand; I don't let people make unwanted advances on other customers; and I don't let hookers work this place."

All of that was reassuring to me, but I already knew that about this store. That's why I came by as often as I did.

"Yeah, I got that, too." I was trying to be taciturn and aloof.

"But, look, fella," he continued, "you are pretty busy here. I talk with they guys that go back there and they like what you do. Most of them tell me you are really good at it. They even admit to me that they slip you a tip- -no pun intended- -every now and again. I don't have a problem with any of that. You're welcome to get your rocks sucking lots of cocks if you want to."

"But, here's the deal, " he leaned closer, "There's a couple of things. I don't want any word getting around that you are doing this for money, not that you are. I understand your thing. It is just that someone might want to cause you- -and me, for that matter- -more than a little trouble. I wouldn't want that to happen. Oh, yeah, I know that there have been a few that you have sent away and I know they aren't exactly happy about it. That's why that might happen. And I mean, like I can control things here in the store but when you leave I honestly worry that some dude is going to stalk you, especially some guy you've turned down." 

That revelation came as a surprise. I hadn't really thought about that part of it.

"Another thing," he went on, "I can tell you are a nice fella. You can do better for yourself that hanging around a porno store. I'm not saying that giving guys blow jobs is wrong; I'm just saying that you can get your thrills doing it in a safer environment and maybe even enjoy it more."

"So, you want me to quit coming here?" I tried to get to the point. "Is that what you are telling me?"

"Not exactly, my friend." He leaned on his elbows and continued, "But consider something. You like to suck cocks. But you can get plenty of cocks without resorting hanging out at an adult bookstore. I'm thinking that you're thinking that isn't true. I don't know really what you look like but my guess is that you're not exactly pleased with the way you look and that you think the only way to get what you want is to do it in a place where people won't be able to reject you."

He nailed me on that one but that was only partially it.

"I know what you are thinking now, " he wouldn't let up, "You're thinking that's not the only reason. You're thinking that there is a lot of excitement in giving blow jobs at a 'glory hole'. Anonymous, furtive sex is a thrill and that's why you do it. Yeah, that may be part of it but that's more a result than a cause."

He really hit me between the eyes with that one. I couldn't argue with it.

"So, listen to me for a minute," He was starting to talk to me like an uncle, "Here's a couple of suggestions, and I think I can help you out, too. "

I started to relax a little and leaned forward against the counter to hear what he had to say.

"First, just convince yourself that you're not ugly, or unattractive, or weird or anything like that. You're just not. Second, remind yourself you have talents but especially one talent- -you can suck cock like a champ. I know, I've talked to the guys who go in and out of here. You're really good at what you do. Third, think of how you can make that work for you. NO, I'm NOT suggesting that you start working the streets turning tricks but there are other ways to turn it into an asset. "

I was beginning to feel good about what he was saying but that part took me aback. Make it work for me? What did he mean?

"Well, yeah," I murmured, "I'll think about that, maybe. But what do you mean, 'asset'?"

"O.K. I'll put it right out there for you." he raised up and put both palms down on the counter, "But don't jump to any conclusions until I've finished."

"O.K." I said. I was beginning to be intrigued. "O.K."

"I'm shutting down the store early tonight." he said. "Do you know why?"

"I haven't the slightest idea." I was being honest. "It is a slow night?"

"No. Not a slow night." He motioned toward the door. "There are probably quite a few folks that would like to get in her right now but I've got something 'booked', you might say."

I looked toward the door and back at him. What was he getting at?

"I've got a film crew coming in her tonight to do some onsite porno. It isn't a big crew but they are professionals and they are going to bring a few...well....'actors' with them so we can do some sucking and fucking video using the shop as a background. I rent the place out for a few bucks and they also throw in a few free copies of the DVD's. They get a hassle free space with a lot of 'scenery' to do whatever they want. We both make out O.K."

"So, why are you telling me this?" I was getting more curious.

"Look, I think I might be able to get you a 'part' in the show- -that is, if you want." he was straightforward in that statement. "They are always looking for new 'talent', if you know what I mean, and I think you could add something to their show....you know, a fresh 'face', so to speak."

"What's in it for me?" I probed, "For that matter, what's in it for you?"

He held up one finger. "Well, for you? For one thing, you get a chance to suck some cock, which you like to do anyway." He held up another finger. "For another thing, you'll get to make some money for it." He held up a third finger. "And for another you get to have a new experience with some new people." And, he held up a four fingers. "And, who knows? You just might find a new direction for yourself instead of hanging around porno shops looking for cocks to suck."

"Again, what's in it for you?" I pressed him.

"For me? Well, let's just say I'll get a little 'agency' fee from you...let's say 10%?" He smiled a little conspiratorial smile.

"How much would I get out of them?" I questioned, "How much should I ask for, that is?"

"I'd ask 'em for $500." He was in a business mode now. "That's $450 for you and $50 for me. How does that sound?"

I thought for a second and said, "That's sounds fine, if I can get it. But you know these guys and I don't. How about helping me negotiate? I'd appreciate it."

"Sure I could," She said sharpening his bargain. "But that'd cost another 10% so, $400 for you and $100 for me? That sound fair?"

This was as exciting as the first time I walked into a porn store with cock sucking on my mind. I was getting primed for it.

I nodded my head, "Sure. Deal!" 

I stuck out my hand and we shook on it. He looked at my hand as we sealed the bargain. He had a quizzical look on his face.

"My, my, my" he said softly, "You ARE a pretty boy! By the way, my name is Abe. What's yours?"

I flipped my hoodie back, and swept my baseball cap off my head. "I'm not such a pretty boy, Abe. My name's Wanda!" 

His eyes got real wide and his mouth dropped open. I really shocked him with that one. It took him a minute to regain his composure.

"I'd have never figured that!" He said with a rush of breath. "You're a pretty sizeable female...tall, I mean. And...well....you look a little 'husky", if you know what I mean."

"I know, I know." I said, feeling a little deflated. But I shot back, "I've been dealing with that most of my life. Most people think I'm a lesbian but I'm not. I love men and I love to suck cock. I just don't get much of a chance anywhere but here. I scare guys off, I guess. That's one reason why the 'glory hole' was such a great thing." 

"I wouldn't say that, " Abe was trying to be understanding, "It's just that you're 'solid' looking. Ah, I mean substantial. O.K., I guess you're right. But, let's see how the crew feels when they get here. My guess is that they'll have a 'part' for you."

Abe poured me up a cup of coffee and one for himself. We stood there and waited for the film crew to show up talking small talk...weather, the neighborhood, gas prices. It seemed surreal, my standing there gabbing while waiting around to see if I could get into a porn flick. Who'd have thought that was ever going to happen?

It was almost 2:30AM when there was a knock at the back door. Abe walked to the rear of the store, opened the door, and let in a about a dozen people about half of whom were lugging equipment. There were black camera cases and lights on tripods and reflectors and microphones on poles and a monitor on a wheeled cart. One of the group was toting a mattress, an actual MATTRESS! This was going to be interesting.

The other half dozen didn't look like they were film techs at all. There were three women and three men all dressed non-descriptly. Two of the women were blondes and one was a redhead. One blonde was petite, maybe 5'1" but the other blonde and the redhead where taller, maybe 5'5". I could tell all of the women had good sized boobs, the petite one looked like she had the biggest, or maybe it was just that they were large for her size. The three guys all looked pretty much the same- -HUNKY! They were all 6'0" ish and looked pretty buff, like they worked out. I couldn't help but wonder what they all looked like naked. I hoped I was going to get a chance to find out.

Then a little bit of reality hit me. If they were going too get naked and I was going to get into it with them then I was going to have to get NAKED too! Oh, my! 

As I said, I am about 5'5" and, even though I had slimmed down a little, I was still carrying around 140 lbs, not exactly svelte. My body is fairly solid but certainly more fatty than your average porn actress. My boobs are not unattractive at 38B but they aren't big nor as firm as I'd seen in most of the videos. Well, in fact they are a little droopy, but not terribly so. I have a bit of a tummy, too. Again, not gross but a little rounded. And my hips and fanny are...what's the euphemism?...."ample". No one would ever confuse me with being a porn star.

As the crew started to set up their equipment, Abe motioned one of them over to his counter. This guy was in sweat pants and a t-shirt (from some Mexican resort- -Santo Porto, or something like that) and a baseball cap turned brim backwards. He was about average size, maybe 5'10" but he had a gut on him like from too much brewski and his face looked like three day's growth. But he looked like he was in charge from all the ordering around he was doing.

"Jer...Hey, Jerry! Over Here for a second." Abe waved him over. "Gotta talk to 'ya for a second."

"What, what, WHAT!!" Jerry seemed a little pissed at the interruption. "What, already?"

"Hey, Jerry. I got someone for you to meet." He pointed exaggeratedly at me. "Meet Wanda."

"Yo, Wanda!" Jerry pointed back at me. "Nice to meet'cha." and started to turn back to his task.

"Hey, Jer...No, no!" Abe got his attention again. "C'mere. We gotta talk."

Jerry came back toward the counter. "Abe, you see I'm busy, maybe? What's so important?"

Abe started up, "Jerry, I got Wanda here who thinks she can 'act' in one of your films. She'd like a second to kick that around."

"Damn it, Abe!" Jerry seemed more than a little pissed now. "You know I have to get this all set up and done by 8:00AM. I don't really have time to chit-chat with some (he looked me up and down) dyke who thinks she can do porn." 

That hurt my feelings and I guess I showed it because Jerry added, "Sorry, sweetie but...you know...I have a shoot to make here. I mean, no offense, but....well, O.K. what's on your mind?"

I decided to come right at him with it. I figured I had about 45 seconds to get his attention. It was no time to pull punches. 

"Jerry? I suck cock. I'm not a dyke. I suck cock and I do it good. Just ask Abe. I've been working over his clientele in the booths for a few weeks now and a lot of them keep 'coming' back for more. If you don't think I'm any good, why don't you try me?" I was feeling pretty bold. 

With that, I reached out and grabbed the waistband of Jerry's sweat pants with both hands and yanked them down over his hips and down too his knees. He had "tighty-whitey's" on underneath and I went after them too and got them down just like his sweats. He pulled back but I used my leverage hanging on to his clothes to turn him around and steer him so that his back was resting up against the front of the counter. 

I got down on my knees in front of him. My eyes were level with his crotch and I was looking right at his prick. It was smallish, pink and hiding in a thicket of curly brown pubic hair underneath his protuberant stomach. I reached out and grabbed it with my right hand and begin to tug it to get it free from his pubes and to stretch it out a little so I could get my mouth around it. It started to elongate a little as I worked on it with my hand and in just a few seconds it began to get hard. 

Jerry was leaning back against the counter now as I moved my face forward and took his cock into my mouth. Like I said, it was a smallish cock, maybe like hot dog size- -we're not talking ballpark "foot long" here and, for sure, we're not talking bratwurst. It didn't take much for me to get the whole thing into my mouth, especially because it wasn't all that hard yet. But as I began to work it in and out of my mouth, massaging the shaft with my lips, it began to get somewhat bigger. I reached down and cupped his balls in my left hand while still using my right hand to stroke the base of his shaft, increased the suction with my mouth, and rubbed my tongue on the underside of his penis with each in-and-out stroke. Then I just held his prick in my mouth with my tongue up against it and gave him a lot of suction. 

He came almost immediately. There wasn't a lot of cum but I could tell he was in ecstasy getting his rocks off. His hips thrust forward and back as he shot his load in my mouth. I swallowed without removing his penis and, after he quit shooting, I kept my lips around his shaft as I withdrew it from my mouth making sure none of his cum dripped out. Nothing like being tidy, I thought. 

I stood up and looked him in the eye as I wiped my lips on the sleeve of my hoodie. 

"How's that for an 'audition'?" I put some sass in my voice- -No reason to be timid now.

"Well, maybe we can find something for you." he said as he pulled up his briefs and sweats.

"How much?" I shot back. "What's it worth to you?" I had the feeling I had enhanced my bargaining position a lot.

"Well, we usually pay $250 to a newbie, that is until they prove themselves." Despite the ebbing afterglow of his orgasm, Jerry was still a businessman trying to work a deal.

"$500" I said firmly. "$500 AND $100 for Abe for steering you to me."

"I don't know." He was trying to be coy. "I've got a budget here."

"That's the deal. Take it or leave it!" I knew I was pushing my luck. But why not? I would have done it for nothing. But why not go for the most I could get?

"O.K. You're on!" I could see Jerry's mind working. "But you have to do what I say. Got that?"

"Sure. But if you plan on punishing me at all, I'm gone." I put a little more iron in my voice. 

"No, Wanda, nothing like that. I've just got some ideas. You may have to 'improv' a bit but I don't think you will have any trouble catching on." I got the idea that he was doing a re-write of the script in his head as he talked.

Jerry reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out a wad of bills. He peeled off five $100 bills and pressed them into my hand and then turned and gave Abe another $100. 

"Let's get to work, kids!" Jerry strode over to the crew who had been watching the impromptu sex scene. 

I noticed one fellow in the crew who had a hand-held camcorder and was lowering it as if he had just shot the whole scene. I'd sure love to see that video, I thought. 


Taste of True Friendship Ch. 01



I looked over at Abe. He was beaming.

"You did pretty good, 'fella'." Abe said. "You did pretty damned good!"

I nodded back at him and gave him a "thumbs up" and then turned to follow Jerrry wondering what my next "direction" was going to be. 



Taste of True Friendship Ch. 02



Jerry went over to his "spot" that had been placed near the back door and out of the way of the "action". It consisted of a chair with three monitors in front of it and each of the monitors were hooked by a cable to corresponding video camera each being held by a cameraman. There was one guy running around keeping the cables clear of each other so that none of the cameramen would trip on them and there was one guy who was documenting the whole process with a hand-held small camcorder and silently motioning to the actors when he felt they needed to shift post ion or look at the camera or something like that. Finally, there was one other guy who was pretty much a "gofer", shuttling around doing whatever else needed to be done, adjusting lighting, moving props, getting the "cast" drinks- -you name it.

Jerry put on a head set. I wondered why. Then I saw that each of the cameramen had on a headset too. It was a wireless intercom system. This would allow Jerry to direct them around the scene and get the best shots without having to shout out commands that would spoil the "ambience" of he scene. 

Once he had set up the scene with the "actors" and called for action, Jerry's chatter went something like this"

"Number one, move to the right and zoom in on DeDe's butt. Number two, get a wide shot of the DeDe and Jock. Number three, pick up Jen and Louie watching DeDe and Jock- -get their reaction. Number two, close in on them (DeDe & Jock) a little tighter, not too much, I want to see the humping." And so forth. 

He was like a juggler, puppeteer, and air traffic controller all-in-one. Notwithstanding the fact that he looked like an unmade bed and had a small dick, I could tell he pretty much knew what he was doing. 

But I get ahead of myself. 

After Jerry plopped down on his chair, he got the "cast"together. As I said before, there were three girls and three guys. DeDe was the petite (except for her boobs) blonde, Jen was the red-head, and Kim was the taller blonde. The guys were named Jock, Louie, and Jay. They all looked about the same- -HUNKY. Really, I had a hard time telling them apart. They all looked like they worked out and, as I later saw, they all had pretty good sized cocks but it looked like cookie-cutter copies of each other. I suppose that the "spice" was the variety of the girls not the guys.

So, Jerry set up the scene.

"Look, DeDe and Jock, Jen and Louie, you are two couples on a double date that decide to come to a porn shop to see what it's all about and maybe get a little thrill. DeDe and Jock start browsing the magazines and Jen and Louie are looking at the DVD selections. Jock is paging through an oral sex mag and DeDe starts to get hot and starts to love up Jock. She goes for the bulge in his pants and starts massaging his cock, then gets down on her knees on the floor, pulls his pants off and starts going down on him. O.K?"

He was giving them a general idea of what he wanted but was also being specific as to the sequence of events. It seemed that he knew he was working with pros who knew how to bring off a scene but he had to give them a routine. He didn't concentrate on dialog too much, just enough to get a scene going. After that, conversation wasn't the focus of the activity. 

"O.K. Jen and Louie, you two catch what DeDe and Jock are doing and start to get busy with each other. You know, kissing and heavy petting, and then off with the top, bra, jeans, panties. Louie, you get naked too and then you go down on Jen. Don't forget to stroke your cock while you're eating out Jen." 

In order to accommodate all of this flesh rolling around on the floor, the crew had put down quilted loading mats. True, it was a little bit of a discontinuity but I don't think anyone, let alone porn actors, would like to fuck on the grimy floor of a porn shop or risk contusions to various sensitive body parts from humping on hard asphalt tile. 

The whole thing was sort of "cinema verite'". No make up, other than what the girls normally wore, no special costumes just regular clothes- -besides they wouldn't be staying on that long anyway, and not a lot acting refinement. It would be a cut above homemade movies but a cut below slick porn. I'm sure it would sell. 

I was waiting for my direction.

"Wanda, pay attention to what's going on." Jerry said as an aside to me. "You're going to be in Act II."

The foursome went through the numbers for the cameras. DeDe and Jock went from a blow job, to fucking in the missionary position, then to DeDe on top, and finally some doggy style with ass fucking thrown in. 

One cameraman was dedicated to this couple, another to Jen and Louie, and the third cameraman moved back and forth between the two couples capturing the best shots he could- -of course, with Jerry prompting all of them as to which shots to get.

I couldn't help but notice that both DeDe and Jen had shaved pussies. I mean, they were more than shaved- -they were absolutely bald. And not only their pussies, their assholes were slick as peeled egg. That had to be more than just shaving. It had to be some serious waxing. OUCH!! My guess was that Kim's snatch looked about the same. And both of the guys had shaved crotches. They didn't look waxed but it sure looked like they gave themselves a swipe with a razor every day. It emphasized the size of their cocks- -LARGE. It occurred to me that I never shaved my pubes. I had a full bush and I rather liked it. I hoped that wasn't going to present any kind of a problem for anyone.

DeDe had a nice pair of boobs, large for her stature. My guess was that they were probably D cup, certainly a full C. And she was kind of long waisted with legs that were a little out of proportion, and a little fleshy. Jen was taller than DeDe and pretty well proportioned with nice full breasts, easily a C cup, with silver-dollar sized nipples. She had a dancer's legs, very muscled but shapely. Oh, and did I mention it before? The guys were HUNKY! 

When Jock finally came it was after he had been fucking DeDe in the ass for quite some time. He pulled his meaty cock out of her anus and shot his load all over her back. There was a lot of cum. It spurted out of his Jock's cock and all the way up to the back of DeDe's neck but most of it pooled in the concavity of the small of DeDe's lower back.

Jock rolled over on his back after he came and lay there exhausted. He had, indeed, worked hard to get his rocks off. DeDe knelt there on all fours with a non-plussed look on her face. The "gofer" finally arrived with a washcloth and cleaned Jock's semen off of her. I had to restrain myself from jumping in and helping him- -and I wouldn't have used a washcloth. I'm thinking "Yummmmmm!" 

Jen and Louie were busy themselves. They had gotten into a "69" position with Jen on top. She was sucking like crazy on Louie's cock and he was slurping mightily on Jen's pussy. Two cameras were shooting them: one on the right side catching Jen's action, the other on the left side focusing on Louie's work. I could hear Jerry whisper emphatically into his mouthpiece to the cameramen to be careful not to get each other in their frames. That would spoil things. 

Louis came after Jen had taken her mouth off of his cock and was jacking him off with her right hand. He spurted a pretty good load too but most of it ran down the shaft of his penis and over Jen's fist as she encircled his cock. But then Jen did something I thought was pretty classy. She not only leaned down and licked Louie's cock clean, she licked his jizz off of her hand too. My kind of girl! Don't waste a drop of it. I heard Jerry instruct the cameraman in a satisfied voice to get a close up of that action. After that shot, they pretty much ignored Louie's efforts on Jen's cunt. That was- -pardon the pun- -anti climactic.

"O.K. Cut!" Jerry spoke loudly into his mouthpiece. "Let's take a break for a few and set up the next sequence."

DeDe and Jen both went over near the shop counter and each of them put on a robe and slipped into some flip-flops. I don't blame them on the latter, the floor over there looked pretty scuzzy. I wouldn't want to walk on it barefoot. Jock put on some sweats but Louie got fully dressed again: pants, shirt, shoes.

"Gofer" brought over some sodas for DeDe and Jen, coffee for Louie, and (of all things) a big glass of cranberry juice and a banana for Jock. I must have given him a funny look because he just blurted out, 

"Hey, it's the best thing. It gives me a "recharge", you know? If I have to work myself up to come again, I can."

I nodded my head with mock understanding but I had no idea that combination could or would "reload" a cock. I filed it away for future reference. 

Jerry walked over to the counter and began to confer in a whisper with Kim and Jay who were standing there both sipping on some coffee. I couldn't hear much of what Jerry was saying but I could see Jay and Kim both nod their heads and give a little bit of a chuckle at a couple of points. I started to walk in their direction but Jerry gave me a "stay" gesture with his hand and after another few seconds of conversation with Jay and Kim, headed over to me. 

"Wanda." Jerry began, "I have to give you some general rules here before we get you into the next scene. First, you have to go with the scene as it unfolds- -you can't get balky or stop in the middle of a shot if something comes up that is, well "unfamiliar", or maybe seems a little kinky. It has to flow. In a way, it is like a dance: Jay and Kim will do the leading, you just follow along. Second, Abe tells me that you are a demon at sucking cock and I know he's right, judging from our little session a while ago. But, you're going to have to be a little flexible here- -open-minded- -because we're going to play around with this plot. Don't worry, you'll get a chance to suck some more cock but we have to work toward that logically in the context of the story. Besides, what the hell, it IS a porno film! Third, I doubt that you've ever gotten naked in front of a camera and you're probably going to be more than a bit nervous. Just remember to concentrate on what you're doing and don't look around checking where the camera is or look directly into the camera if you happen to see it. I have a feeling that, once you get into it, you'll be fine. And, finally....well, you're going to be fine." I think he was maybe a little more nervous about this than I was.

Jerry turned back and motioned Kim and Jay over to us. "O.K. here's the set up. Wanda, you and Kim are coming into the front door of the shop. You've got your hoodie and cap on and- -here put these sunglasses on- -you're looking like a bad dude. Kim is your "date" coming into the shop with you. Kim is going to see Jay standing over by the lesbian magazine rack leafing through a hot girl-on-girl pictorial. She will say something to you and you will both walk over to him. He'll do a meet and greet thing, exchange a few private words with Kim, and then the fun will begin. Now, remember, just go with it. Jay and Kim will lead you through it. O.K.?"

I took a deep breath and nodded my head. In unison, Jay and Kim said, "Let's do it!"

Kim and I positioned our selves at the door, holding hands. Jerry yelled, "Action!" and we began walking. The camera picked us up as if we were walking in from outside. We walked in a few steps and Kim said to me, "Hey, wait here. I see someone I know." 

I decided to ad lib a little and asked, "Who? That guy over there?" I pointed to Jock. "Who's that?"

Kim picked it up right away and said, "That's my ex. I'll tell you about it later. Just stay here while I talk to him. O.K.?"

I nodded my head inside my hoodie as Kim broke away and walked over to where Jay was standing. I stood there trying to look "bad" because that's what Jerry indicated my part was to be. I folded my arms and glared through my sunglasses. 

I heard Kim say to Jay, "Hey, it's been a while. What are you doing here?"

Jay came back, "Yeah, baby. It has been a while- -well, maybe not that long though." He continued to flip through the girl-on-girl magazine as he spoke but all the time kept his eyes on Kim. "To be honest, I came by here because I thought you might be here, you know, like we did before?"

"Yeah, I remember all that." Kim tried to get a little sass in her voice, "Too bad you couldn't get your mind around what was going on."

"I know, I know." Jay tried to get a conciliatory tone in his voice. "It's just that it took me all by surprise. I wasn't quite ready for it then. But I was thinking....."

Then Jay pointed to me, "Who's the dude?" 

"My friend." Kim's tone was purposely evasive. "Just a friend."

"You been getting it on?" Jay probed

"Well, sure....a little" Kim teased. "That bother you?"

"No, not now." Jay gave her a knowing look. "I've got you figured out now so what's to be bothered about?"

"So, sweetie, you want to try it again?" Kim was starting to get sensuous with Jay. "Now that you know how it goes." 

"Sure I do." Jay put the magazine back on the rack, put his arm around Kim, and puller her closer to him. "I SURE do!"

Kim motioned me over to them and I complied. I was just a few feet away so it wasn't much of a walk but I tried to look "bad" as I covered the distance. While I was doing that, Jay and Kim had begun to kiss, a long deep kiss- -lots of tongue- -and Jay's had was starting to roam around on Kim's body targeting her boobs. 

When I got there, Kim held out her hand to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into their couplet, making a group hug out of the deal. Then she removed her lips from Jay's and transferred his kissing to my face. This was a change up for me. Even though a lot of folks probably thought I might be a lesbian, I had never been into girls. So, I was a little taken aback when Kim started to put the make on me. But I remembered what Jerry had said: I just went along with it.

I don't know what I was expecting, kissing another girl. I guess I thought it would feel different. It did and it didn't. I mean, the feel of her lips and tongue were about the same only maybe a little softer and more delicate but the pressure of her kiss was gentler and more tender than I had experienced with guys. And there was a different thrill to it- -hard to define- -but different in the pit of my stomach. It felt good.

While Kim was smooching away with me, Jay began to work on Kim's clothing. He had one hand pulling up her top and massaging her boobs and at the same time had his other hand behind her unsnapping her bra, all the time kissing her neck. It was pretty crowded.

Kim pulled back a little raising her arms and Jay managed to pull Kim's knit top over her head. As he did that, Kim's bra fell forward and exposed her breasts. Now, DeDe had big boobs, Jen had soft boobs with large nipples, but Kim had firm well rounded breasts with small, firm nipples. No implants there, just naturally gorgeous knockers! Kim was a C cup, just like Jen, but Kim's breasts stood up and stuck out. I was impressed.

Kim continued kissing me and caressing my face with one hand and slipped my hoodie off of my head with the other. Then she pulled my ball cap off and let my hair fall loose. At this, I heard Jay give a mock gasp. 

"What's this? A chick?" He addressed Kim. "I thought you were with another guy, like last time. What's with the chick?"

"Hey, numb nuts!" Kim kicked back at him. "Variety is the spice of life. I though I'd have a little spice in MY life. Can you handle a little spice in YOURS?"

"I suppose I can." Jay answered. It sounded stilted but, what the fuck, I don't think he was hired for his acting ability.

"Sugar,You o.k.with some spice?" Kim addressed me. I nodded my head not knowing what else to say or do. Besides, I was waiting for some more of her kissing.

Kim got busy with me. As she planted more and more kisses on me, she pulled my hoodie over my head and tossed it aside. Underneath my hoodie, I was wearing just a plain t-shirt- -no bra. My nipples were hard and poking against the sheer material. Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed a cameraman getting a close-up of that. Then Kim pulled away, knelt down, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down over my hips and all the way to my shoe tops. She tapped my right leg with her hand. I knew what that meant and lifted my right foot up off the floor. She slipped off my shoe and pulled my foot through the leg of my jeans. Then she repeated the process with the left leg. I was standing there in my t-shirt and panties.

At the same time, Jay was working on Kim's clothes. He slipped her jeans off of her pretty much the same way, only Kim wasn't wearing shoes just some nice leather flip-flops. When he got finished, Kim was standing there topless wearing just a canary yellow thong. 

Kim put her arms around me and began kissing some more while at the same time tugging me down toward the floor. I went with the lead (like Jerry had said, it was like a dance) and found myself kneeling on the floor (actually the loading pads) with Kim, facing her, and still getting kissed all over my face by her. I could see over her shoulder that Jay was unceremoniously stripping off all of his clothes. (I am sure the cameramen were focusing on Kim and me and were paying no attention to Jay's disrobing, however, I couldn't help but notice Jay's cock spring into view when he pulled off his briefs. Nice cock!)

As she kissed my cheek, Kim whispered, "Raise your arms." I did that and Kim pulled my t-shirt up over my head leaving my topless with my breasts waggling in the breeze. I had never been topless in front of people before, let alone in front of a camera. I couldn't help but feel the excitement well up in me from the pit of my stomach all the way up to my face. I had to be blushing. Then Kim pressed her body against mine forcing my backward. I got the cue and leaned back and let Kim put me on my back with her on top of me. The kissing continued.

She whispered in my ear again, "Spread you legs apart a little." As I did that, she raised up, grabbed my panties and slid them down over my hips, off of my legs, and tossed them aside just like she had done with my hoodie and my t-shirt. Now I was completely naked, flat on my back, with Kim kneeling between my legs. 

Kim's breasts were taut and her nipples hard as she brought her hands up to caress them herself. Then she motioned to me with her hands as she leaned forward again. She wanted me to caress her breasts too. I reached up and cupped one breast in each hand and gently massaged as she forced her way forward again. I am bigger than Kim but she had the leverage and gradually pressed my hands back with her chest to where she was being supported by them almost horizontal. I gradually relaxed and her body came forward until it was pressed against mine. I put my arms around her and we began to kiss again. Her kisses went from my mouth, to my chin, to my neck, to my chest as she moved her body down. Her lips found my breasts and and her tongue began to play with my nipples, first the right and then the left and then back again. Her soft hands massaged each of my breasts in turn and her fingers tweaked the nipple that was not being sucked by her lips. That thrill I felt in my stomach at kissing another woman and at being naked in front of a camera intensified as Kim played with my boobs. I could begin to feel my pussy getting warm and moist. 

Kim kept kissing and nibbling her way down my chest to my stomach and then to my navel and finally to the top edge of my pubic hair. Now, I said that I had what I thought was a nice bush and it seemed to me that Kim was enjoying it as her tongue traced its outline at the bottom of my tummy. Then I felt her breath warm on my body through my hair as she crept down toward my snatch with her lips gently pulling on my pubic hair and her tongue touching my flesh through its curly strands. 




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 02



I felt her hands putting some gentle pressure on the inside of my thighs. I picked up the lead and spread my legs farther apart. Kim kissed and pecked her way down to my vagina while her hands spread its lips apart. I felt cool air on my pussy and then felt the warmth of her breath. The contrast sent shivers up my spine. And then her tongue- -Oh, my! her tongue- -began licking my pussy up and down, back and forth between the lips and into the crevice. Her tongue was warm and soft as it plied my moist womanhood. It didn't tickle but it teased. And then, and then, and then she found the spot. I felt the tip of her tongue play around the hood of my clitoris and then gently, oh so gently, began to caress it with a light, flicking touch. A little at first, and then more, and then a little, and then more and a little harder, and then less, and then more, and then, and then, and then.....

I couldn't control myself. I arched my back as I felt my legs tense and my pussy spasm as I came. I tried to hold back but all that did was cause me to give out a moan of pleasure and relief as I felt my orgasm spread up from my clitoris through my tummy and through out my whole body. It came in waves, the first was strong, the second stronger, the third even stronger, and the fourth became an ebbing away. 

But Kim persisted with her efforts, her tongue didn't stop but kept up its teasing and her lips didn't stop but kept up their caressing. I came again just as I did the first time. But still she wouldn't stop and I came a third time. I thought I was going to lose my mind it was so intense. I couldn't stand to do it again but I did. I had a fourth orgasm that left me positively weak, breathless, and barely aware of my surroundings. I honestly thought I might not come back.

And then, slowly, gently, Kim withdrew her lips from my pussy, kissing her way out, softly blowing on my pubes, nibbling her way back up my tummy to my breasts, barely brushing my nipples with her lips- -they were so sensitive I could hardly bear any pressure on them- -and finally resting her lips back on mine.

Her lips were warm on mine and I could taste my own "flavor" on them, salty and tangy. Her tongue probed my lips and peeked into my mouth touching the tip of my tongue. In the afterglow of my orgasm, my whole body was ultra sensitive and the feel of her tongue on my triggered another mini-orgasm. I shivered and was quiet.

Kim moved her mouth away from mine, brushed my cheek with her lips, and whispered in my ear, "Wanda? I hope that was good for you. I wanted that to be special. I hope it was."

"Oh, my GOD!" I whispered back, "It was, It WAS!"

I realized now that, even though I had fun and some thrills with sex- -mostly on my own but also with my cock-sucking adventures- -I had never really experienced an orgasm. I certainly couldn't compare those earlier sensations to the one I had just had. It was indeed a whole new experience for me. How could I have ever known?

I looked up and Kim and saw a look of pleasure on her face. She knew she had done something special. It was almost as if she had come just making me come. THAT was special

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To Be continued

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 03



In the midst of my ecstasy, I had forgotten all about Jay and what he might have been up to while Kim and I were "engaged". It wouldn't be until later when I saw the final cut of the session that I could appreciate what Jay had to deal with. He pretty much just sat there and massaged his oversized dick while Kim was ministering to my needs. He did, at one point, reach over and caress Kim's butt and found a way to get her thong off of her- -he cut it off! Honest to God, he produced a jack-knife from his pants and, as Kim was head-down-fanny-up, he snipped the strings on either side and pulled it off between her legs. Kim was oblivious to this. The various angles that the cameramen got showed Kim just as absorbed in what she was doing as I was in having her do it to me. 

Once Jay had removed Kim's thong, he began to stroke her fanny as it moved in time with her rhythmic licking of my cunt. He moved both hands around on her cheeks, down the back of her legs, and then up the inside of the back of her thighs. He gradually spread her cheeks apart to show the camera her pussy and asshole. Just like DeDe and Jen, Kim was hairless, waxed to perfection. He moved in and put his face to her butt and began to lick starting at the bottom of the pussy slit and working his way up to her asshole. He got real busy with his tongue, licking and probing. He then introduced his left thumb into her pussy as he spread her cheeks apart wider with his right hand and worked his tongue harder on her asshole. Kim's butt began to wiggle from side to side. Finally, he knelt up straight, spread Kim's cheeks with both hands and probed her pussy with his now erect cock. It looked like me met with some resistance at first but gradually his thick phallus slid into her moistening vagina. The cameraman got a close up off this and it showed Jay's slick penis sliding in and out off her hairless pussy, very slowly in and out, in and out. He forced deeper with each stroke until her pussy engulfed his entire member. At one point the just held it here while he slapped her butt cheeks with his hand. Then he stopped altogether. 

The camera angle changed and began showing me having my orgasm which, as previously described, was epic. I was quite sure how it felt but I had no idea how it looked. My eyes were closed, my back was arched, and my thighs were pressing on either side of Kim's face. I could tell she was struggling to keep her lips in place on my clitoris as my body convulsed with passion. And I was right, I could perceive four distinct orgasms. (Whew! That makes me hot even now as I write this.)

Now, back to real time. After I'd finished coming, Kim knelt on all fours enjoying Jay's cock in her pussy. She reached her right hand underneath her to her crotch and began to massage her clitoris with her fingers as Jay recommenced his thrusting. By this time, I had raised myself up on my elbows to watch the proceedings but with my legs apart and still on either side of Kim's arms which were supporting her. I saw that her eyes were closed and she was savoring the combination of her masturbation and Jay's fucking. 

"What now?" I whispered hoping he microphone on the camera wouldn't pick It up.

Kim opened her eyes, gave me a wink, turned her head, and said to Jay, "Baby, eat me! I want your tongue in my pussy again."

With that, she disengaged from Jay's prick, turned around, and rolled onto her back with her legs bent and spread apart. She held out her arms beckoning him to put his head between her legs and, as he complied, she put her hands on either side of his face and pulled his head toward her pussy. 

As she did this she whispered to me, "Go for his cock!"

Jay had assumed basically the same position with Kim that Kim had with me when she was eating my pussy. His head was down and his fanny was up. I could see his cock dangling underneath his body. It was only semi-hard now. I could tell it needed some help. 

I scooted around so that I was behind Jay. I spread his legs apart and then lay down on my back in the same direction as Kim with my head underneath Jay's crotch. His balls and the underside of his cock were staring me in the face. I reached up and started to caress his testicles and then put my hand around his cock and pulled it down so its head was at my mouth. He lowered his body a little so I could get his cock into my mouth and then I began to suck and pull on his cock with my hand at the same time. He responded immediately. His prick got harder and fatter as I worked it in and out of my mouth. Just as Kim had done, Jay's body was moving in time with his pussy licking and this aided the motion of his cock inside my mouth. And I could feel his balls swaying and slapping against my hand at the bottom of his shaft. It kind of tickled my hand. I can only imagine how it felt to Jay. And then, in an instant, almost without warning, Jay came in my mouth. 

It was a large load. It filled my mouth immediately and I could feel it seeping out past my lips and onto my chin. But I held his cock there until he had finished shooting, and we're talking about five or six "ropes" worth. What ever reservoir he had for his semen, it had to be large. I swallowed down the cum that was in my mouth and licked off his dick as he removed it. I used my fingers to spoon the rest of his cum off my chin and neck back into my mouth. Jay had delicious tasting cum. I wondered what he ate to help that.

Over my head I heard Kim say, loud enough for the microphone, "Baby, I know you just came but if you stop licking my clit now before I come, I'm going to kill you!"

But I could tell that Jay was pretty much spent. He wobbled on knees as if they had gone weak and I could feel him almost fall forward. He had to support himself even more on his elbows. Then he pulled his face up off of Kim's snatch. "Sorry, sweetie. I just CAN'T" and then rolled over on his right side on the loading mat.

I heard Kim moan, "Oh, Shit!" One could only guess what was going on in her mind.

Well, Jerry had said that I had to "go with it" didn't he? So, I "went with it".

I rolled over on to my tummy and crawled up toward Kim's wide open pussy. Someone was going to have to take care of her and, being the "bad" dude I was in the movie, I suppose it had to be me now.

Like I said, her pussy was absolutely hairless. She had pronounced pussy lips that were pink and engorged from the servicing that Jay had given them. At the top I could see that her clitoris was swollen and protruding from under its little hood. From my own anatomy and masturbation sessions, I knew that little item well but I had never done it to another girl. I'd barely even ever thought about it. But here I was. 

I moved my head up until Kim's thighs were next to my ears. My eyes were so close that her cunt looked huge. It wasn't. As a matter of fact, it was quite compact but from my viewpoint it filled up my field of vision. All the better for my concentration.

I pursed my lips and blew on Kim's clit, oh so gently. She responded at once. "Yes, yes, baby that's it!"

And then, very carefully, I began to flick her clit with my tongue and alternated strokes with licking around it and down to the opening of her pussy. I tried to get a rhythm going: one, two, three flicks- -one, two, three, four licks around and down. At the same time, I had my hands on the inside of each thigh and was pressing and kneading as my mouth did its part. Kim began to make pleasure sounds in unison with my licking.

"Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, MMMMMM" and then a breath, "Ahhhh, Mmmmm, Mmmmmm, MMMMM." and then a breath. 

We kept this up for several minutes. I wasn't quite sure how long. The edited version of the video lasted about two minutes but I am sure we went at it longer than that. I can only guess that two minutes is a long time in porn film watching. Guys want more quick action, hence the editing to shorten the sequences. All I know is that we both got into it for a long time- -easily ten minutes. 

Kim also responded by moving her hips in rhythm. She was assisting my flicking and licking with some grinding of her own. I felt my body begin to hump along with her and felt my pussy watering in concert with Kim's pleasure.

Her orgasms began gently and built. The first one that I could identify was when she paused, tensed, and relaxed with a sigh. The second was about the same but more intense. Third was stronger and longer still. The fourth was HUGE; I thought I was going to have to hang on to keep from getting dislodged from between her legs. But the FIFTH, was magnificent. She held tense and still for a long time and then exhaled with a moan of pleasure. And then I felt a small gush of liquid come from her pussy right onto my face and into my mouth. It wasn't like male cum, white, thick and ropy; it was clear, thin but not watery- -it wasn't pee- -it was a little slick and had a flavor like honey. I had thought men's cum was tasty; her cum was every bit as good, even more so in some ways- -and different. 

After Kim settled down, I lapped at her pussy with my tongue a little to savor the residual of her orgasm. I was careful to stay away from her clit because I knew from my own experience that it would be much too sensitive to play with now. I looked up from between her legs and saw that she had propped herself up on her elbows and was looking at me with a smile on her face.

"Oh, baby. That was fabulous!" She reached out her arms, "C'mere to momma."

I moved my body up into her embrace and, as our bodies fit together, I could feel the firmness of her breasts against the softness of mine and the trimness of her hips and tummy against the flesh of mine. Our lips met and her tongue flicked out to lick my lips and around my mouth. She wanted a taste of her own cum. Having savored it, I could understand why.

"O.K. CUT!!" Jerry yelled from his corner. (He sure knew how to ruin a moment.) "Take five. We've got another scene to set up!"

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"Jock, get over here! Wanda, you too! And....Jen." Jerry was barking at his folks. "We've got one more scene to do and we're running short of time. So, let's get going, 'Chop-Chop'!"

The three of us gathered around Jerry and listened expectantly to what his next direction might be. It seemed that both Jock and Jen looked at me with new respect taking into consideration the 'work' I did with Kim and Jay. Jen even gave me a little "thumbs-up" and whispered, "You're new at this? Girl? You're gooood!" I looked over at DeDe and Kim who were standing by the counter chatting. I caught Kim's eye and she returned my look with a smile and blew me a kiss. DeDe just looked- -not unfriendly but not warm either. I was wondering if there was more between Kim and DeDe than just making porn films. I sensed a little (could it really be?) jealousy.

"O.K. Let's get this going. By the way, Wanda, good work in that last one. You learn fast." Jerry was going into overload but at least he got that out to me. "We're going to do a double-team come-swap scene. Jen, you and Wanda are going to corner Jock over by the gay magazines and suck his cock dry and swap his come back and forth between you. Got it?"

I'd seen it done in some videos I'd watched in the "Glory Hole" booths but I'd never done it before personally. I figured, though, that with all the cum I'd swallowed, swallowing a little of another girls spit couldn't be all that bad. 

The scene went rather quickly. Jen started out by putting a lip lock on Jock as I knelt down and went for his sweat pants. I got them down around his ankles (he wasn't wearing any briefs) and went right to work on his cock. This guy was amazing. It didn't take any time at all to get his cock hard, which is saying something considering the working over he got from DeDe in his last scene. And that was only a couple of hours ago. He sure had some recuperative powers, no question about it. 

I jacked him into stiffness and then proceeded to swallow his cock whole. I put my hands behind his butt and pulled him toward me so his cock thrust itself farther into my mouth and part way down my throat. My nose was up against his tummy (where his pubic hair would have been if he'd had any) as I started my swallowing action to further stimulate his penis. As I pulled my head back, his dick slipped out of my mouth and Jen, who had dropped to her knees next to me, took over slipping his cock into her mouth while stroking his fat shaft with her left hand. He gave him a couple of good strokes and handed him off to me again. 

It only took him about five minutes to shoot his load. Jen was the recipient and she let him finish ejaculating before she pulled her mouth off him. I could tell it was a big load because her cheeks were still puffed out after his cock came out of her mouth. Jen leaned over to me and gave me a kiss and squirted Jock's semen into my mouth as my lips parted. It WAS a big load; it filled up my mouth too and I don't think she released all of it to me. I rolled it around on my tongue, mugging for the camera while I did so. I got the flavor of his jizz; it was sweet, and I mean s-w-e-e-t, along with being a little tangy. I remembered then what he had done during his break with the cranberry juice and the banana. Damned if that didn't work, in more ways than one. He could get it up, get it off, and come up with some delicious sperm all in a pretty short time. When I'd finished savoring his load, I turned back toward Jen as if to swap it back. She shook her head, swallowed what she had in her mouth and said for the camera, "Nah, go on. You deserve to take most of it." So, I swallowed what I had and licked my lips.

It was then that it happened. I didn't plan it. I guess I just snapped. I just got plain old "cum hungry". 

I broke one of Jerry's cardinal rules and looked directly into the camera (#3 as I found out later) and said the cameraman, "Hey, you want some of this?" He looked taken aback at this and inched backwards. He bumped into a rack of magazines and stopped abruptly. Then it looked like he was listening to something in his ear piece. While he was distracted, I reached out, grabbed him by the belt buckle, and unzipped his pants. I reached in and fished around for his cock which was hidden behind some "tighty-whiteys"; nevertheless, I got it free through his fly and began to suck him off. 

His dick was an o.k. size, not too big and not too small, and it got hard in a hurry. He leaned to one side and put his camera down gently and then went to his belt buckle and undid it, popped open the button to his pants, and dropped them to his knees. His cock was totally free now and I was having all of it. I worked quickly and vigorously. It only took a couple of minutes for him to ejaculate his load into my waiting mouth. It wasn't a big load and I swallowed it quickly barely tasting it. But it felt slick and warm as it ran down my throat.

While all of this was happening, the "gofer" had come over and was capturing the scene on his hand-held camcorder. He had gotten in real close to fill his view finder with my mouth on Cameraman #3's dick so he was easy prey. I reached out and grabbed him by the crotch, pulled him over and repeated the unzipping procedure on him. Just as that happened, I noticed that Cameraman #3 had gotten his camera back into position and was taping my act with "gofer". Now, this "gofer" guy had a limp dick to start off with, and it was uncircumcised. It took a little work but I got hit to stiffen up so the head was poking out of his foreskin. Then I took him in for serious. The more I sucked the bigger his dick got and, I swear, by the time I was finished, it had to be 10" long, one of the longer ones I'd ever seen. That didn't deter me, though. I took the whole thing all the way down my throat like a sword-swallower. He must have been horny because he dumped his load on my second thrust and it went directly into my throat, by passing my mouth and tongue. It was only as I pulled my mouth off of his quickly deflating member that I got a chance to taste any of him. His cum was slick but bitter. An interesting change of pace.

In the background, I heard Jerry shouting, "You guys gotta get this. Get it all!" He wasn't paying any attention to the intercom earpieces; he was shouting out loud. I'm sure this got onto the sound track of the video as well as deafened the cameramen who had to listen to it in their earpiece. 

"Camera 2, go to black! Get out there!" Was the next thing I heard.

Sure enough, Cameraman #2 was moving toward me, putting his camera down, and going for his waistband. He was wearing sweat pants and had them down in an instant followed immediately my his boxers. His cock was getting hard all on its own but he gave it an extra stroke or two to accelerate the process. I latched on to his prick and shoved it into my mouth working it with my tongue and lips. The inside of my mouth was already slick from the cum of the other blowjobs so #2's organ slid easily in and out as I brought him to an orgasm. His load was sizeable and I held it in my mouth for a few seconds feeling the volume and warmth of it. Then I swallowed it down in one gulp and licked my lips.

Next in line was Cameraman #1. He was an older guy and he had his pants and shorts down already. His prick was smallish and difficult to get hard but I worked at it and before long got him to shoot his load too. There wasn't much volume and the taste wasn't distinctive. Of course, it was getting harder to tell about the taste having gotten so many loads without a chance to "refresh" my palette.

The cable tech was standing there just taking this all in. I moved toward him and he shied away. 

"What? You don't want your cock sucked?" I chided him.

"Girl? You don't know?" He seem surpirsed that I didn't know something. "I'm gay! I don't get off on blowjobs from girls!"

"Yo! Sweetlips," I shot back at him. "Just close our eyes and think it's your boyfriend."

I didn't think he'd do it but he did. He dropped his pants and produced a sizeable cock- -and it was still flaccid. He put his hands on he back of his hips and waggled his meat in front of me. 

"You think you can take all of that, Girl?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically as I reach out and put my hand around his limp cock. 

"Close your eyes!" I commanded. He did.

I jacked him off for a couple of minutes until I got a rise out of him and then stared to ply his hardening prick with my lips and tongue. It got remarkably large. I thought the "gofer" had a big cock but I'm thinking Mr. "Cable guy" had a full 12" as it stood up straight- -MAMMOTH! I got as much of it as I could into my mouth but couldn't get anywhere near getting even half of it in. It wasn't only long, it was FAT. But I worked at it and gradually began to feel his cock swell even more and start to pulsate. I pulled his huge phallus out of my mouth for I was truly worried about choking when he came. No sooner had I gotten it outside of my mouth, than he did come in huge sticky ropes that shot across my face and forehead and spurted over my shoulder too. It even got into my eye and into my hair. I licked what I could off of my face and, gentleman that he was, he reached into his back pocket and came up with a handkerchief so I could wipe the rest of his cum off of my face. 

"Hey stud!" I remarked as I was cleaning myself off, "Your boyfriend has got to be pretty pleased with you. You've really got some 'motor' going for you there."

A image flashed through my mind: the cable guy fucking his boyfriend in the ass with that salami. Whew!! That would be an experience!

I heard from behind me, "Next! Who's next?" Jerry was in a frenzy. "Who's left? Abe? Abe! Get in there!"

Abe walked over from behind the counter and stood in front of me. "Wanda? You want to do this?"

"I sure do, Abe." I was on a roll now. "Drop those pants!"




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 03



Abe complied. His cock wasn't hard and it nestled in a patch graying pubic hair. I started to tease the tip with my tongue and reached in and grasped the limp shaft with my hand and began gently to jack him off. Slowly, his penis started to react and finally stood to attention. He had a nicely shaped member, circumcised, about 8" but a little wrinkled as if it wasn't getting entirely erect. I put my mouth over the head and began to massage the underside with my tongue as I moved it in and out of my mouth. In an instant, Abe came. Talk about pre-mature ejaculation. Old Abe must have suffered from it for sure. His semen flowed into my mouth, across my tongue, and pooled at the back of my tongue. I swallowed as he removed his cock. He pulled up his shorts and pants and turned around to buckle them up. Somehow he seemed a little sad.

"Anyone else? Anyone left?" Jerry was sputtering, "Did we take care of everyone?"

He turned around looking around the room. No one raised their hand.

"O.K. THAT does it!" Jerry announced with finality. And then, "Hey, I sure hope we got that all on film! #1? #2, #3, "gofer"? Did you guys make sure you got that? No lens caps on or anything like that?"

The four answered almost in unison, "Yeah, Jerry. It's in the can!"

Jerry turned and looked at me. "Wanda? What happened?" He looked astounded and gratified both at the same time. "In all my years in this business, I don't think I've seen anything like that. Simply remarkable!"

I tried to compose myself. "Jerry, I just don't know. I just got the urge. I love to suck cock- -That's about it!"

"Well, Wanda, I'm glad we hooked up tonight." Jerry sounded sincere. "And I think there just might be some more work for you coming up- -no pun intended."

"Sure, Jerry. I'd love to." I looked straight at him. "We'll have to get together and talk about things." I hoped he got the picture that I wasn't going to keep doing this for a crummy $500 a session.

The cameramen and techs all started to pack up the equipment and schlep it back out to the vans in the parking lot. As they left, they gave me a look, a smile, and a thumbs-up. All of them looked pretty satisfied.

Louis had left before the "fireworks" but DeDe, Jen, Kim and Jock were still there. Each one of them came over to me on their way out,

"Yo. Wanda, " Jock said. "You were awesome. We gotta do another scene together."

Jen just said, "You did a great job for a newbie. Give me a call and I can give you some pointers before the next shoot."

DeDe just gave me a peck on the cheek, almost an "air kiss", and let her hand linger on my shoulder. I couldn't quite decipher her look.

"Baby, you were fantastic!" Kim said as she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. "I really got off with you! Call me." (She slipped a note in my hand.)

Then it occurred to me that I was still standing there naked! I hadn't put my clothes back on. I looked around and found them near a magazine rack, sorted them out, and quickly got dressed- -hoodie, baseball cap and all. 

As I turned to walk out of the shop, I looked back toward the counter and waved to Abe. "Thanks, pal." I said, "You've been a good friend to me tonight. I hope you enjoyed our little encounter."

Abe gave me a waive back, "Yes, Wanda. I did enjoy it. I was just thinking that now you're going to get into the trade and I won't have my 'glory-hole girl' around anymore."

"Hey, Abe!" I gave him a cheerful double thumbs-up sign. "Don't worry. I'll be back around from time to time"

I turned and walked out. I haven't been back to see Abe since.

So you see, Benny, I have had quite some escapade indulging my "glory hole" obsession. There's been a little bad but mostly good stuff come of it, so far. 

I've lost some more weight. I'm down to about 125lbs now and looking kind of trim. I've quit my old job. They won't have frumpy old Wanda to kick around anymore. Funny, when I left, I said, "See you in the movies!" 

Little did they know that I was more serious than joking. I can just imagine the look on some of those stuck up dudes' faces when they catch me in the next porno film they rent.

Thanks again for being a good friend. I'll let you know how things turn out.

Love, 

Wanda



Taste of True Friendship Ch. 04



Dear Benny,

Did I tell you? I finally got to see the entire video we did that night in the porno shop. And, let me tell you, I got almost as hot looking at it as I did doing it in the first place. Plus, there were lots of things that occurred to me upon seeing the finished film that didn't strike me while it was happening or when I reviewed the experience just in my mind.

First, I had no idea of the number of different camera angles that the guys got. I mean, there were long shots, close ups, macros, side shots, top shots, fade-ins and fade-outs. And the quick cuts between, for example, Jock and DeDe and Louie and Jen were terrific. I could feel an orgasm coming on without even having to use my fingers.

Second, I had no idea- -in all modesty- -how sexy I looked in my shots. You know, I had always considered myself pretty much an "ugly duckling" what with my weight, and everything. But I hadn't realized how much I'd slimmed down. Well, I was 140-ish but, contrary to what they say, the camera didn't make me look fatter. I thought I looked pretty slim, all things considered. And I'd always thought I looked a little "boyish"- -O.K. like a lesbian- -but that was an intriguing difference, especially in the girl-on-girl scenes. I thought the other girls were so pretty, turned out the way they were with the shaving and things like that, but I think I made a nice contrast with them. O.K., so they had shaved twats. Big Deal! I thought looking at my pussy through some bush added some mystery. Besides, I've always thought that a nice bush added the impression off "flavor and aroma", two very important and stimulating things- -for me at least. I looked "real". Most women don't have perfect figures, or are the perfect weight, or have perfect boobs. But next to DeDe, Jen and Kim who, in all honesty, looked a little "plastic" on film, I looked like someone you might meet at the post office, in the store, at the gas station and wind up having sex with- -whether you were a male or a female. 

Third, my cocksucking was magnificent! Really! I was always so caught up in doing it and enjoying it, I'd never really thought what it might look like from an outside perspective. Those cameramen out did themselves it capturing all of the nuances of fellation. When I saw my lips surround those cocks, especially that guy with the 12incher, I just about came again. And the shots of the "shots" were unbelievable. Not just mine but the other girls too. There was a sequence of frames where they caught cum flowing over Jen's hand, or oozing out of my lips, or shooting over my shoulder and into my hair, and repeated them from several different angles. Whew! Hot-hot-hot!! And the sequence with the "serial" blowjobs of the cameramen and the techs was mind blowing. Yep, those guys knew their business and, lets face it, may have been a little inspired themselves considering they were recipients of some of the play.

Finally, and this may be the most important, I saw lots of things I could have done better. I looked a little wooden in some spots, not at all relaxed. I saw where I could have been more expressive without having to overact. Remember, I was afraid to speak up and whispered to Kim because I wasn't sure what to do? Well, I know now that I should have thrown in some more dialogue, even if it was only "Oh, Baby- -Oh, Baby" or "Yes, Yes, YES". Also, I could have done more with my hands, not necessarily from an "acting" standpoint but from a having sex standpoint. There were lots of places where some timely stroking, petting, and tweaking would have gone a long way. And, except for my orgasm scenes and the cocksucking frenzy at the end, I looked a little too serious. After all, this whole thing is about having fun.

As long as I had gotten into this thing, I figured I'd try to learn more about it and how to do it well. 

You remember when everyone was saying their good-byes after the shoot finished? Kim gave me a slip of paper that had her phone number on it. Remember? She asked me to give her a call. Remember? DeDe didn't appear all that happy that Kim had done that. Notwithstanding that, I resolved to give Kim a call to see what she could share with me about getting good at this porno film business.

A couple of days after our porn shoot, I decided to call Kim. I got her on the first try. I recognized right away that it was her cel-phone because I could hear hustle-bustle, public noises in the background when she answered.

"Oh! Hi, Wanda!" She seemed excited to hear from me. "Seriously, I was just thinking about you. I'm glad you called."

"Thanks," I tried to sound casual but I was actually excited to talk to her again. "I have been thinking about you, too. And I just wanted to thank you for all of your help the other night and....well....you know!"

"Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie, " she cooed, "I should thank YOU too. It was gooood for me, too! Mmmmm--mmmmmm--MMMMMM!"

I giggled at that and I'm sure I blushed along with it. Remembering that session with her made me a little hot.

"Can we get together sometime?" I decided to get to the point, "I mean, well, not 'together' but, you know, sit down and talk?"

"Sweetie, I wouldn't mind a little 'together' at all," She put on a sexy tone, "But, yeah, I would like to talk with you too. I'm going to be through here in about an hour. How about meeting me at my place?"

I said that would be a good idea and I copied down her address. "O.K., see you about 2:30. Bye"

I stopped at a coffee place, got a latte' and paged through some magazines for a while. Then I made my way over to Kim's place.

She lived in a up-scale but not posh part of town. The streets were elbow to asshole with apartment houses, mostly three or four story affairs with twenty to thirty units in each building. Some were nicer than others but all of them looked very much better than the place that I was living in. Parking was impossible. After I found her building, I had to find a parking space and it was about two blocks away. Fortunately, there weren't any hourly restrictions so I didn't have to worry about the length of my visit.

I went into the foyer of her building and buzzed her apartment. A female voice answered, "Yeah?"

I said, "Hi, It's Wanda. I need you to buzz me in."

"I'll think about it." That response was a little snotty and it made my heart sink a little. "O.K., O.K., C'mon up."

Kim's apartment was on the third floor and all the way up in the elevator my mind worked on me. "Why in the world would she be so irritated now when she sounded so sweet just an hour or so ago? What could I have done to piss her off that quick?"

When I got to the door, I found out. It wasn't Kim that answered the door- -it was DeDe!

"DeDeeeeee.....Hi...." I tried to sound cheerful even with seeing her glowering at me. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"I'll BET!" DeDe shot back more than a little crisply. "C'mon in. Kim will be here in a couple of minutes. She called me and told me she would be running a little late and that you'd be coming buy and for me to let you in."

"Thanks, DeDe, " I said, still trying to remain pleasant. "You're looking very nice today."

She was barefoot and dressed in an almost see through white cotton dress. Almost see through? Well, it was see through when the light was behind her. I could see the contours of her body and, as she moved, I could see the swell of her breasts under the material and the outline of the of her nipples as they pressed against the sheer fabric. I hadn't noticed this at the porno shoot- -there were more exciting things to look at- -but DeDe had very pretty feet. I would guess her to be a size 5 or maybe size 6 with nicely shaped toes (no corns or bunions or ugly nails) that were exquisitely pedicured. And her gait was smooth, hardly a bounce or flounce but her hips swayed in just the right way. She had "it" in her walk for sure. 

"Nice today?" She was snippy, "I look nice all of the time!"

"Well, yes, DeDe, you do, " I was trying to be placating, "I think you are a naturally beautiful person- -top to bottom!"

"Yeah, Yeah" Snotty DeDe again. "I'll bet you tell that to all the girls."

"No, No, DeDe. I mean that." I stepped up my sweetness quotient again. "I DO mean that. You have a wonderful body and you certainly know how to carry yourself. I think you are...well...just beautiful."

She was walking away from the door toward the living room and she looked over her shoulder at me. "Might as well come in and sit down while you're waiting." She seemed a little mollified. 

I tried to make some small talk but stroke DeDe at the same time.

"DeDe, I really enjoyed watching you perform the other night." I wanted to appeal to her pride both as an actress and a lover. "You sure got Jock off- -Big Time!" 

"Yeah? I don't think it was so hot." I sensed it would be hard to get DeDe to acknowledge anything positive about anything. "That Son-of-a-Bitch didn't get the fucking cues right. In stead of pulling out and turning me on my back so he could come on my tits, he kept screwing my ass and wound up coming all over my back so I had to kneel there looking like a dork until 'gofer' guy could clean the jizz off of me. Coming on tits is always good; coming on your partner's back is.....like GAY." 

"Well, I thought his load looked yummy." I tried to keep it positive, "I could barely restrain myself from jumping into the frame and licking it off of your back but then 'gofer' beat me to it with his washcloth. What a waste!."

"You like to eat cum, don't you?" I wasn't sure if that was a compliment, a jibe, or just a question. "Jerry said that you'd be a good cocksucker- -and he was right I guess, judging by the finale."

"I don't know what came over me- -no pun intended." I chuckled, keep it lighthearted and treat her comment as if it were a compliment. "All the time Jerry had told me to just 'go with it' so, I guess I just got cum-hungry and went with it." 

"Well, it worked out pretty good, I guess." Was this a hint of something positive from DeDe? "It sure knocked the crew's jocks off!" 

Then DeDe turned dark again and glared at me. "So, what happened with you and Kim? For someone who just likes dicks, it sure looked like you enjoyed THAT!"

"You know, DeDe, I honestly can't explain that." I put on a sincere tone. "To be honest, I've never experienced anything like that before. I mean, I'd never had sex with a girl before and I'd certainly never thought I'd have an orgasm doing it."

"Are you serious?" DeDe seemed skeptical and purposely bitchy. "You mean you've never, ever done anything like that with a woman? It sure looks to me like you're the type. I mean you look butch to me." 

She struck a nerve with that one and I could tell that she could tell that she had. I tried to keep my composure but I am sure I betrayed the hurt. Nevertheless, I had to give her a strong come back. I knew that at some point I had to impress on Ms. Bitch-Kitten that I wasn't going to take much more of her shit.

"Listen DeDe," I shot back with more than a little edge in my voice, "I've been hearing that crap pretty much all my life. You think you're the first one to throw that one at me? Just because I'm a little heavy-set and have short hair doesn't mean I'm butch. I know, Ms. Cutsey-Ass with the Big Boobs, you can get any guy you want and you've been able to do it forever. You don't know what it's like having to watch girls like you getting all of the sugar, thinking they're better than everyone else, looking down their noses at the other girls that aren't good looking and calling them losers or dykes. You're just a self-centered sex-snob!"

I was really starting to fume. "You don't know what it's like to want some guy's cock and not be able to get it. I do! I had to find a way to get some for myself and I did! It all fell into you lap; I had to go out and get mine! You just don't know! So, don't sit there and disparage me because of how I look or what you THINK I am."

I must have intimidated DeDe because, for one, she actually shut up long enough for me to get my rant off and, for two, her eyes started to tear up. Then she put her face in her hands and honest-to-god started to cry. 

"No, Wanda, YOU don't understand." She turned her teary face toward me. "You DON"T understand what I'm saying. I'm not upset that you're trying to steal some guy away. I'm mad because Kim got you off and, what's worse, that you got Kim off! Don't you see, I can't stand it because I think you're trying to snake Kim away from me!"

I was dumbstruck. I guess I should have gotten the picture before but I completely missed it. I thought DeDe and Kim were friends, co-predators of the male of the species who didn't like some plain Jane girl coming in and beating their time. I didn't get that they were lovers and that one of them might be jealous if the other found a bigger turn-on. 

DeDe had pretty much melted into a puddle by now. I thought I might have to slap her to get her back to reality. But I reached over and put my hand on her shoulder and then up to her cheek.

"DeDe, I'm sorry if I came on so strong." I mellowed out my voice and tried to sound apologetic and reassuring at the same time. "I really had no idea where you were coming from. You just struck a nerve with that 'dyke' thing. I suppose I'm hypersensitive to that- -for obvious reasons. I understand a little more now but would you like to tell me more about what the deal is?"

I sat down on the couch next to DeDe and reached out again and put my arm around her shoulders. "C'mon, c'mon, " I said, "Tell me what's going on."

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DeDe began to tell me her life story. I hadn't asked for that but that's what I was going to get. I suppose, though, that I needed to know that to understand where she was at now. I also think that she needed to unburden herself because as she began to talk she seemed to relax more and more.

She grew up an only-child in a strict and abuseive household- -not sexually abusive but physically and emotionally so. Both of her parents were disciplinarians and perfectionists who made her feel as if she couldn't ever do anything right; and her father was a large man who rarely spared the rod rather than spoil his child. She had a few, but not very good, friends. Despite her "cheerleader" good looks, she didn't have sex during her high school years, other than masturbation- -which she enjoyed. She left home right after high school and moved to a nearby city and got a couple of jobs, one as a secretary in an insurance agency and the other working in a "cineplex" doing whatever was required. 

She got involved with a customer of the insurance agency. This guy was a plumbing contractor- -she later found out was married- -who helped her out with her bills and expected, and got, sex in exchange. Her first actual sexual encounter was with him and it was pretty much date-rape. She had no feelings at all for him other than he was a source of support for her and her attitude toward sex with him was just as pragmatic- -she got no joy from either. The only orgasms she ever had were from masturbation. 

Now, this plumber guy made pretty good money and had lots of connections- -no pun intended. One of the people he knew was a guy who produced porn movies. The plumber guy introduced DeDe to the movie guy and, the next thing she knew, DeDe was doing parts in films for cash. She had a terrific body, a pretty face, and was willing to do pretty much anything sexual, mainly because she was indifferent to it. DeDe said that having sex with men was kind of like doing the dishes or cleaning up the bathroom: it was a chore, she felt no pleasure from it, and were it not for the money she was making from it she would probably not have done it at all. She didn't think of herself as a prostitute but as an actress. Indeed, it took no little acting ability for her to appear to enjoy doing something that was unenjoyable. 

Then she met Kim.

Kim was one of the porno producer's favorites, not really in his "stable" but a friend upon whom he would call on occasion to do selected shoots. Kim did porno because she enjoyed it. Getting paid didn't hurt but she didn't really need the money. She was pretty much set up financially from a modest trust fund, plus she did freelance work in the fashion industry- -not a model but worked behind the scenes with models, helping manage them. She was also a good source for new girls to the porn business, a lot of models who really weren't making it needed some "part time" income. 

As I said, Kim did porn because she enjoyed it. Hell! She enjoyed sex! As indifferent as DeDe was to sex, Kim was enthusiastic. Whereas DeDe just did sex of all kinds, Kim enjoyed sex of all kinds. DeDe rarely experienced orgasm and then only when she was masturbating, never when she was having sex with a partner; Kim usually had an orgasm and often had multiple orgasms no matter what variety of sex she was participating in. She was just plain wired for it. (Kim told me later that she would actually have an orgasm, without any form of physical masturbation, just watching other people have sex.)

DeDe met Kim on a shoot. Kim was outgoing and DeDe was chary but after engaging in an hour-long session of lesbian sex- -manual stimulation, clit licking, crotch rubbing, dildo pumping sex- -DeDe had achieved the first orgasm of her life with a partner. (I saw that video sometime later and even I could tell that there was some genuine sexual pleasure going on there, both with DeDe and Kim. We're talking vigorous physical effort, intense orgasms, and glassy-eyed satisfaction. Whew!)

Well, the bonding had taken place. DeDe and Kim became an "item". Kim moved DeDe in with her at Kim's apartment and pretty much supported her. DeDe didn't have to fuck the plumber anymore, didn't have to please him by giving his friends blowjobs and, in fact, didn't have to do porn anymore. But a funny thing happened, DeDe found herself wanting to keep doing porn not because she enjoyed it but because- -in an odd way- -it kept her close to Kim. She wouldn't do shoots where Kim wasn't there. Kim would sometimes go on "assignments" by herself but more and more DeDe would insist on accompanying her and would usually wind up having sex with Kim on camera when they were together. The bond was perhaps becoming too strong. 

This is what caused the friction the night of my porno debut. The simple explanation is that DeDe got upset that Kim and I had such a fabulous time together- -each of us obviously had phenomenal orgasms. My sense on the set that DeDe was jealous was in fact true. It was understandable now, knowing a little of her background, that she was an insecure person with no real friends who most of her life felt alienated from everyone. Having found in Kim one person that she developed affection for and an attachment to left DeDe terrified that it would be taken away from her. 

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"DeDe, sweetheart, " I said when she gave me a chance to interject, "You must have had an awful time getting to this point in your life! I understand completely where you're coming from."

I leaned over closer to her and put my arms around her, not in a sexual way but to comfort her. I patted her on the back and said, 

"You know? I've had a lot of those same feelings too. I always felt like an outsider and, though I did have friendships, I never did connect deeply with anyone. But, I think the difference between you and me is that sex meant a lot to me. It is just that I was never able to really connect with anyone sexually, male or female, until recently. I mean I had a few encounters but, let's face it, I'm no beauty queen those partners were far from satisfactory."





Taste of True Friendship Ch. 04



I shifted around to where DeDe and I were sitting side by side. I still had one arm around her shoulders as I continued:

"I got this urge to find out was sucking cock was like and I took that into the adult bookstore arcades. I have sucked a lot of dicks in the past few months and have had a lot of fun doing it. It felt good and it tasted good, pretty much all of them. But to be honest, it wasn't fulfilling, all that anonymous sex. But the night off the porn shoot, I felt something different, like I was doing something that was exciting and that I enjoyed. On top of that, I truly enjoyed having other folks around doing the same thing, watching them do it, and watching them watch me do it. My experience with Kim was wonderful but, don't worry, I don't have the save feeling for her that you do. I can tell you and Kim are something special. I barely know Kim. I do know, though, that she gives (and receives) great head. I really enjoyed that and I'd like to experience it again, not just with Kim but with.....whomever! I was hoping that Kim could help me get going in this porn business. That's why I'm here- -not to try to steal Kim away from you."

"Really, REALLY?" DeDe was close to tears again. "You don't know how happy that makes me, Wanda. You just don't know. I could just kiss you!"

And she did. She REALLY did. She took my face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue began to probe between my lips, snaked its way into my mouth, and began to tease and play with my tongue. Her hands went around to the back of my head and forced me closer to her while her tongue filled my mouth. Her lips were warm and soft and her tongue was downright hot. She was on fire!

She pressed her body to mine. I could feel her firm, large breasts press against mine. I felt her lean against me harder and, even though I was four inches taller than her and outweighed her by about 25 or 30 pounds (at that time) she used her leverage to topple over onto my back on the couch. 

Now her body was on top off me. I could feel every rounded part of her putting pressure on every rounded part of me: her breasts to mine, her tummy to mine, and her thighs to mine. All the while, her kisses became deeper and more passionate, her tongue fencing with mine. 

She moved her hands from behind me and began to massage my neck, shoulders, and breasts as she continued her kiss. She removed her tongue from my mouth and began to lick my lips, and peck away at my face, and move down to my neck tracing little circles with her tongue. She paused at my throat and began to suck on the fleshy part just above my breastbone. I could tell I was going to have a hickey from that.

She raised up and proceeded to pull off over her head the white cotton dress she was wearing. In an instant, she was completely naked. Her large, soft breasts were directly in my view- -they were magnificent- -and the wobbled back and forth as she tossed the dress onto the floor next to the couch. She scooted up a little and leaned forward again. Her smooth, warm breasts were now against my face caressing it as she moved her shoulders side to side. She giggled as she did this. She was having fun.

"Well, are you going to...?" she prompted as she continued her breast play. "You're not going to ignore them, are you?"

No, I wasn't! I reached up with my hands and began to stroke both breasts at the same time. I moved my right hand over on her left breast and began to tweak the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She had medium sized, smooth nipples that were pink against the whiteness of her skin but, as I began to pinch, her nipple contracted and became erect. It stood up looking to be about the size of the tip an eraser on a pencil. I repeated this treatment with her right nipple and it had the same response. I lifted my head up and grasped her right nipple with my lips and began sucking on it. Her nipple protruded between my lips and I gave it a gentle bite while playing with it with my tongue. She let out an audible gasp. And I moved my mouth to her left nipple and gave it the same treatment. I went back and forth a half-a-dozen times doing this, all the while stroking and massaging both breasts.

She straddled me and her hips began to grind against my tummy the more I worked on her boobs. She began to inch her body up farther each time I switched from one breast to the other. Pretty soon, I was straining to keep my mouth in contact with her. And then, it was impossible.

By this time, she was astride my chest on her knees and scooting up and I began scooting down. Abruptly, she got up, turned around, and then knelt back down on the couch, facing my feet, with her snatch above my face. 

"Well, are you going to....?" she asked with another giggle. "You're not going to ignore it are you?"

I reached up and put my hands behind her legs and pulled her pussy down to my mouth. As I said before, DeDe had an absolutely hairless genital area, bald and smooth. Her scent was pretty much neutral, perhaps a little like delicately scented soap, but not pronounced. She had a neat, symmetrical pussy. The lips were not fleshy nor large and were nicely folded in; the opening itself was not long and there was some space between it and her asshole; her clitoris was hidden at the top as was the little hood that covered it. As I began to work on her slit with my tongue, it became moist- -surely some of this was my saliva but I could also sense a tanginess on the end of my tongue that had to be from her. The more I licked, the slicker her cunt got. I probed between the lips with my tongue and flicked upward toward her tiny clit. She let out a sigh as my tongue came into contact with it. I worked on it and around it for quite some time not only moving my tongue but moving my whole head up and down. Her hips were moving in rhythm with my licking and she pressed her pussy harder against my face the more I played. Her tempo sped up and slowed down and, every now and again, paused putting more weight against my mouth and tongue and then started up again with her friction against me.

Then she stopped and I felt her thighs quiver as she literally sat down on my face. Her thighs were vibrating, her tummy was in spasm, and she leaned forward and gripped my thighs with her hands. She let out a moan from deep inside her and then relaxed. A moment later she was back to grinding her pussy against my face and mouth. I could now feel fluid with a very distinct flavor coming from her pussy. It was slick and and tangy/sweet and tasted almost fruity, like nectar. She definitely had an orgasm. And, a few minutes later, I sensed that she had another one. 

Then she leaned all the way forward, pulled her pussy off of my face, rested her head on my tummy, and just lay there breathing heavily. I was a little winded myself. Those last few minutes with her vagina pressed against my face made it a little difficult for me to breathe. 

"Well, girls, THAT was quite performance!" It was a female voice coming from across the room. "It makes me wish I had my camcorder."

It made me think what a scene DeDe and I made. There I was fully clothed with a voluptuous naked blonde sitting on my face and lying across my body breathing heavily. That'd make a great picture for an Internet porn site!

DeDe and I looked up simultaneously to see Kim standing where the entry way meets the living room with her hands on her hips and a gleeful look on her face. In fact, she was beaming. I had no idea how long she'd been there but I guess it was long enough to make an accurate assessment of the situation.

"That WAS quite a performance. My, oh my, oh my!" Kim was laudatory. "DeDe? Do I sense that you had an orgasm?"

"Hmmmm.....Mmmmmm...Yesssss," DeDe cooed languidly. "I sure did." And then added quickly, "But not as good as the ones you give me."

"That's O.K., DeDe. I know all orgasms aren't the same." Kim had a loving tone to her voice, not in the least catty. "There's terrific ones and fabulous ones and monumental ones and....well you get the idea. I'm glad that you could experience one with someone other than me."

"Wanda! I'm glad you could 'make' it!" Kim laughed out loud at her own witticism. "It must have been an experience getting to know Ms. DeDe like I do." 

I hardly knew what to say. For some reason I felt a little guilty. I hadn't meant for anything to happen but one thing led to another and that was that. Plus, I had never had anyone walk in on me when I was having sex. That was disconcerting in itself.

"I'm sorry, Kim. I had no idea anything like this would happen." I must have sounded very chagrined and apologetic.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda. You have nothing at all to be apologetic about." Kim was mild and friendly. "I understand completely. DeDe was horny and you were willing. There's nothing complicated about that. I love DeDe and I want to see her happy. And, if that makes her happy, then I'm happy too."

I marveled at how composed Kim was. I don't think I would have been anywhere near as calm had I walked in on my lover having sex with someone else. If not jealous, I would have been at least startled. And I don't think I could have stood there and watch the lovemaking unfold up to and including orgasm without betraying my presence. But, then, that's me not Kim.

DeDe got up off the couch, grabbed her dress from the floor, and slipped it back on. I couldn't help but notice again how it clung to her breasts. I sat up on the couch and straightened my clothes. I resisted to urge to wipe my lips with the back of my hand. 

"DeDe, not so fast." Kim was direct and firm but not angry. "Slip that dress back off your body, young lady. We have company and I want everyone to feel comfortable."

That comment mystified me until I saw that Kim and begun to disrobe in place. As she slipped her knit top over her head and exposed her breasts (she was not wearing a bra) she motioned to me to do the same thing. 

"We have a little custom here in our household, Wanda. We're usually naked. I think it is very freeing as well as being very sexy. So, C'mon, you can get naked too unless, of course, you have some huge objection."

Well, I did- -in a way. I've never been really proud of my body. And even though I had slimmed down quite a bit from my heavy days and had even done that porn shoot, which did distract me from being self conscious about my naked body, I still felt uncomfortable just getting naked in front of people. On top of that, DeDe and Kim were gorgeous and I still felt pretty frumpy. Both of them were trim specimens of womanhood, with shapely boobs and were superbly groomed from their toenails to their eyebrows. There wasn't any excess hair anywhere- -and no hair at all on their armpits, pussies, or assholes. I, on the other hand, had some extra flesh on my tummy, butt, and hips; my boobs, while not unattractive, were a bit pendulous and, though I was well kempt, I didn't go in for manicures or pedicures; and, while I did shave my armpits, I had a thick patch of untrimmed pubic hair exactly where it would naturally grow- -no waxing, electrolysis, or lasers for me. In short, they looked extraordinary while I looked just ordinary. 

Still, Kim and DeDe made being naked seem ordinary. So, as DeDe was naked and Kim was slipping out of her jeans, I decided I would go along with it and began to take my clothes off too. I unbuttoned my blouse and threw it on the back of the couch followed by my bra. I kicked off my shoes and then slipped my slacks and panties together over my hips and down to the floor. I picked them up and put them next my blouse and bra on the back of the couch. 

As I stood there nude, I felt the air coming in through the window on my body. It gave me a little shiver even though it was a warm day and it was gently cooling breeze. I didn't exactly get goose bumps but I noticed that my nipples puckered a little. I had the feeling that I ought to cover my breasts with my arm and my snatch with my other hand but I resisted that and just stood there in all my glory for DeDe and Kim to see. Well, it wasn't like they hadn't seen me naked before.

"Wanda, you have a perfectly wonderful body." Kim looked me up and down. "Your body has some 'character' not like some of the plastic looking women I see all the time. I think you are simply luscious!"

I felt myself blush a little but answered with a simple "Thank You". 

"DeDe, where are our manners?" Kim motioned DeDe over toward me. "When I came in, Wanda was giving you a full fledged orgasm that left you aglow but we just stand here looking at her and are doing nothing? Shame, Shame. SHAME on us!"

DeDe approached me, put her hands on my shoulders, and turned me to face her. My back was to the couch and it didn't take much effort for her to tip me backward to where I plopped down sitting on the couch. Meanwhile, Kim had climbed up on the couch on her knees to my right and was crawling toward me. DeDe knelt on the floor facing me with her hands on my knees.

Kim went right to work kissing my face gently all over and zeroing in on my lips. As her mouth met mine, her hand moved behind my head to press me closer to her and her other hand went to my chest where her fingers sought out my breasts and nipples. She caressed each breast in turn and her fingers paused to give each of my nipples a light brush that made them pucker even more than the cool breeze. Kim's mouth went back and forth from my lips, to my chin, to my throat and back up again. When she reached my mouth each time she would give me more of a kiss, using her tongue to flick around my lips and penetrate between them a little more. At length, she had her tongue fully in my mouth playing with my tongue as she tweaked my nipples. 

Meanwhile, DeDe had spread my knees apart and had kissed her way up the inside of my thighs to where her tongue was beginning to play with the curls of my pubic hair. I could feel her warm breath on my skin through my bush. It made me shiver too because it was stimulating a very sensitive part of my anatomy. As her hands separated my legs more and began to tease the area between them, her tongue probed farther into the thicket covering my pussy until it found the top of my slit where my clitoris lay. The touch of her tongue on the area surrounding my clit sent tingles into my vagina and into my tummy and then she found my clit itself. That was like an electric shock shooting through my whole body. I flinched but she persisted in plying my clit with the tip of her tongue and the electric shocks intensified.

Kim had worked her mouth away from mine and down to my chest. While she massaged a breast with one hand, she cupped the other breast with her other hand and used her lips and tongue to excite that nipple. She went back and forth from one breast to the other. Each time she sucked on a nipple, it re-doubled the sensation that I was getting from DeDe's tongue on my clitoris. It was becoming almost unbearable.

I began to squirm on the couch, my buttocks ground away against the soft velour of the cushions, and my hips began to raise up in response to DeDe and Kim's ministrations. As my hips undulated, DeDe's tongue worked its magic more vigorously and Kim's mouth applied more suction to my nipples. I was on fire!

I felt a moan rise up from my chest into my throat and then, when I couldn't control it any longer, it escaped my lips filling my ears with the sound of my own orgasm. It went from low to loud and lasted I don't know how long- -it seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds. My body arched and then settled back down on the cushions. I put my hand out and touched the top of DeDe's head.

"Please stop! I can't bear it!" I pleaded, "Please, please, please!"

But both DeDe and Kim kept on and sent me into a second orgasm even more intense than the first. I thought I was going to buck both of them off of me with the violence of my contractions but they both stuck with it, DeDe pressing my pussy closer to her mouth and Kim holding, caressing, and sucking my breasts.

"No more! Please NO MORE!" I screamed in the midst of my second 'coming'. "You have to stop now. Oh, please stop now!"

Well, they finally did stop. They didn't let go of me until the aftershocks of my orgasm began to subside. In stead of licking my clit, DeDe simply kept her face pressed between my legs gently breathing. Instead of sucking on my breasts, Kim simply pressed her cheek against them and held me. 

When I finally calmed down and caught my breath, DeDe and Kim were sitting on either side of me on the couch. Kim was holding my hands and DeDe had her hand on the top of my thigh. They were very gentle and loving.

"Kim? DeDe? That was fabulous!" I addressed them still euphoric. "I thought I was coming over here to get some pointers on how to shoot some porn and I got a lesson in how to enjoy sex! How was I to know?"

Kim was chuckling as she gazed into my eyes. And DeDe was giving me a knowing look. Kim reached over to a black box on the end table and pressed a button. A red light on the box turned off. 

"Why, Wanda! You may not know this but you did both!" Kim kissed me on the lips as she said this and again as she added, "Wanda? This apartment is wired for video and audio for the Internet. All of this was captured, saved, and aired on our web site! You're a star twice in one week!"

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TO BE CONTINUED



Taste of True Friendship Ch. 05



I couldn't believe it! They got me on film again! Well, it wasn't like I didn't have fun doing it but still I would have liked to have been given the chance to "act" a little. 

When I mentioned that to Kim she said, "Wanda, you are so much better when you are natural. Your gift is that you don't have to act to be sexy!"

I thought she was putting me on. DeDe and Kim were gorgeous women and here one of them was saying that I was sexy? And I could tell she was sincere about it. She WASN'T putting me on.

Kim continued, "You have an innate sexiness that lots of gals would kill for. I don't mean that you are flashy, or polished. I just mean that you are "real". You look like someone that a guy would meet somewhere, at the office, in the bank, in a park, at the mall, and wind up talking into bed. No, you don't have a perfect shape; no, you don't primp, shave, wax, and tweeze; no you don't have plastic boobs; no, you don't layer on the make-up. But you are fresh; you have curves and round spots; there's extra of you to prod, kiss, and caress; you have a luxurious bush that conceals and adds mystery to a darling pussy; your boobs are soft and luscious without being showy; and your love making is unaffected- -you just go for it whether it's a guy or a girl. Oh, and have I told you? You eat pussy just as good as you suck cock- -and THAT's saying something because I think you are one of the best cocksuckers I've seen and, believe me, I've seen hundreds of them!"

Whew! Was that a pep talk or what? 

"You really mean that?" I said to Kim, almost unable to breathe. "I can't believe it. I'm just frumpy old Wanda who everybody thought was a dyke,who nobody wanted to lay, who had to resort to 'glory holes' to get some sexual satisfaction, and you're telling me I'm sexy?"

"Here's the deal, Wanda." Kim put her hand on my leg. "When you FELT that way, you WERE that way! But I can tell that your experiences have changed you, not just the cocksucking you did in the porno arcades, but these last few days have brought you out. You can't see it yourself but I can. Why, didn't you tell me that you've lost more than 40lbs since you've started on your sexual escapades? See? You're coming into your own- -no pun intended. I think you've hit your stride."

WOW!!

From then on, I put myself into Kim's hands. She helped me out with some wardrobe tips, gave me a way to look nice yet natural. She set me up with a hairdresser who worked with my curly hair and brought it to a point where it looked coifed yet not affected. I even groomed my "bush" some, not a lot because I didn't want to ruin that natural look but enough so it didn't look as wild as before. the hair under the armpits went- -for good! I even got to work with a personal trainer who got me to take off an extra few pounds without making me look gaunt. I got down to about 125lbs, which is slim for me but I retained enough of the "extra" to keep that sexiness that Kim had talked about. I didn't loose anything from my boobs, though, and my new trimness accentuated my curves and made my boobs look larger. It was win, win, win all the way around. 

She also set me up with some more shoots. The first few times she went along with me to make sure that I was properly introduced around and that I wasn't being taken advantage of. I wound up making some pretty good money doing these things. I was making enough to support myself and put some money aside too. When I wasn't doing porn sessions, I helped Kim out with her business managing her fashion models, scheduling their appointments, not only with modeling assignments but with their handlers like hair dressers, trainers and so forth. I found that I had a pretty good organizational ability that I hadn't had a chance to use before. 

I developed a bookkeeping business that took care of not only the models that I worked with but also some of the porn producers. It helped to keep their books "straight". This was extremely interesting because I discovered that there were lots of ways to hide, divert, and launder money. There were some shady money men in the business and they appreciated the fact that I could take care of a balance sheet, preserve their cash profit, yet still keep them out of trouble with the IRS. Plus I could still give a good blowjob on film. I even threw in a "freebie" every now and again, if it was a guy (or a gal) that I liked. THAT helped bring in some business too! 

I guess I had hit my stride.

But it was the porno filming that I enjoyed the best. The first one I went out on after my little session with DeDe and Kim that day was on an honest to goodness production sound stage in a large industrial warehouse on the outskirts of the city. There were several shoots going on under one roof. The warehouse was partitioned off into little cubicles, each one a small movie set depicting different scenes: an office, a bedroom, a kitchen, a living room, and so forth. There were probably eight or ten of those set ups in the building. This presented somewhat of a problem because the characteristic sounds of porno scenes bled over from set to set so that the passionate moanings in one scene found their way onto the audio track of another scene. Post production took care of a lot of that and, sometimes, they just didn't care. In a way it made the films sexier.

That first day, though, they set me up in a bedroom scene. I was the housewife sleeping late. My "husband" came in to roust me out of bed but I wouldn't stir. He said something like, "I'll give you something to get you going!" and then proceeded to strip my nightgown off of me, spread me out on the bed, and fuck me with his massive dick. Of course, my part was to respond passionately to this- -which wasn't hard for me to do because I couldn't get enough of having a penis inside me. I actually got excited at this and gave a very realistic performance of a woman having a vaginal orgasm because I was actually having a vaginal orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me before he came, knelt astride me, and shot his load all over my boobs and stomach. His semen was warm, sticky, and fragrant. I surprised the crew by using my hand to spoon the cum into my mouth and dramatically taste it before I swallowed it. Hubby flounced out after he came and left me naked on the bed. I followed that up with masturbating with my left hand while massaging my breasts and tweaking my nipples with my right hand. This felt good but not as good as the orgasm I'd just had. Then, to finish everything off, as I was lying there "sleeping" after my exertions, a "gardner" who had been peeking in the window observing all of the forgoing acitivities, climbs in through the window, drops his pants and starts jacking off. I act "astonished and afraid" but am "captivated" by seeing his erect penis, (The director's words, not mine. Let's face it, having just been fucked by my husband , slurping down his cum, and masturbating to an orgasm, the manifestation of another prick in my life shouldn't be that remarkable.) In any event, my task was to suck off the gardner, which I did with relish. I don't think the "actor" the selected for the gardner's role was quite prepared for my enthusiasm. I swallowed him whole and sucked him until he was dry. 

I did a matinee, so to speak, on another set. This was the "Secretary Tries to Save Her Job" scenario. It required a more than a little introductory dialog. As I'm sitting at my desk, Mr. Boss tells me that he has to let me go because of my lack of expertise using the computer. I, of course, say, "Isn't there anything I can do to save my job?" Naturally, his response is, "Well, I can think of something." And then he unzips his pants, hangs out his schlong, and gives me the go ahead"(with the emphasis on "head" ). I do him and then, as he zips back up, he says, "But the decision isn't really mine. Mr. Manager has the final say." So, I go into Mr. Manager's office and he makes it plain that I need to "clear off his desk". While I am doing that, he picks up my skirt, starts to finger-bang me from the rear, and finally unleashes his cock and fucks me doggy style as I am bending over his desk. (Again, some righteous fucking was a pleasurable novelty for me at this point in my career, having had so little of it in my life before porn.) He finishes up by pulling his cock out, turning me around, and coming on my face. I lick the last bit of semen off of his cock while I use my fingers as a spatula to guide the rest of his cum into my mouth. Then he says, "I wish I could cancel the job termination, but it is really the board of directors that has to vote on it." There followed a procession of three "suits" each one with their cocks hanging out of their pants. I serviced all of them, sucking on one cock while jacking off the other two, one with each hand. They came as if choreographed: one- -two- -three! I managed to catch all of their loads in my mouth and swallow, though some of their jizz got onto my face. The cameraman made sure he got a close up of that action. 

And so my porn career went. I wasn't on the set every day, not even once a week. But there were months where I got in three or four shoots. On top of that, I "helped out" with the "producers" and their money men. It was hard not to kick in some financing when you were getting your rocks off with a porn star. I would even do a few "private shows" for selected clientele, sometimes filmed, sometimes not. Those paid extra and the tips were great, no pun intended. 

And that is really what I had become, a porn star- -not a huge porn star, but big enough. I even had a dildo named after me. Can you believe it? The marketer of the porn DVD's saw a shoot that I did using a glass dildo's. These were quality items, hand made, and each one unique. They didn't exactly look like penises. The shapes were exotic. The one that was my favorite, had "knobs" on it that worked like "Ben Wa" balls as I slid it in and out of my pussy. It would give me a serious orgasm when I used it and the camera ate that up. So, when they started putting them into the porn shops for sale, they packaged and labeled them, "Wanda's Wand". Is that too much, or what? 

But, I have to tell you the really big news! Are you ready for this? I have fallen in love. Yes, seriously. I am head over heels in love. Let me tell you how that happened:

I was working with Jerry again. We had done several shoots and he often asked for me as one of his "actresses". He warned me that this was going to be a little bit of a complicated project. It wasn't going to be a Cecil B. DeMille epic or anything like that but it would have some plot complexities. (I mean, how complex could a porno plot be?) 

I showed up at the address Jerry gave me. It was a very nice, large house in a remote, hillside, section of the city. I suppose one would might call it a "mini-mansion" but, in my book, it qualified as a plain old mansion. I am guessing that, all together, it was around 6,000 sq ft. I don't know how many bedrooms and bathrooms it had because I only got to see the ground floor living area. Most of the shoot took place in the recreation room and on the patio and in the pool area.

When I got there, I was ushered through the living room. That was a huge room, with a high ceiling, nicely furnished in a contemporary style, couches and end-tables, area rugs, lots of large window to let lots of natural light in, and a large fireplace made for real wood- -no gas logs here. I went by a door that led to a kitchen and breakfast nook area, down a little hallway, and into another large room. 

This was almost as big as the living room but with a lower ceiling. This room had a large screen TV (I guessed it as a 65" plasma) on the far wall opposite the door, with a couch and two recliner chairs placed at a distance to it in a semi-circle. On one side of the TV was a stack of audio equipment (surround sound, I'm sure) and on the other was a stack of DVD/VHS players and a video game console. To the right of the couch was a long bar with dozens of bottles and an ample supply of classes on the back bar. And to the left of the couch was a large pool table with a cabinet next to it full of balls, cues, chalk, and racks. Off in the corner was a treadmill. (I couldn't help but notice that it was draped with work out clothes, towels, and a couple of terry cloth robes. On the far left were floor to ceiling sliding glass doors that ran the entire with of the room that led out to a cement patio. Beyond that was an immense swimming pool. Jerry walked over, took me by the elbow, and guided me toward a threesome that was just outside on the patio. "Wanda, Let me introduce you to the 'players'. I don't think you've met them before. They're new to our company." 

There were two guys and one woman. The guys were generic porno hunks. I mean these guys are interchangeable with just about all of the other male porn actors that I worked with. You know, buff, hunky, not too smart looking, with larger than ordinary dicks. And, they never passed a mirror without pausing and admiring themselves. 

Jerry introduced me to "Hemnunm" and "Menumnn" I really didn't get their names. For one, who cared? The were just a couple of stiff dicks. For two, I was too distracted by their companion. 

The woman, on the other hand, was a beauty. She was tall, very tall- -at least 5'10" maybe even 6'0" but it was hard to tell for she was wearing a pair of very sexy and revealing lucite heels. She was definitely taller than the two guys she was standing with. It was hard to tell if she was a Latina, if she was Asian, or if she was a little bit of both. Her complexion was "tan", like she spent a lot of time sunning herself but, notwithstanding that, she had darker skin- -smooth, silky, exotic looking skin. Her facial features were exquisite, a finely shaped nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and a sharp jaw line. Her hair was jet black, smooth, and glossy. She was wearing tight fitting leopard pants, almost spray painted on, and a matching halter top. Her hips were narrow (not at all like mine) but she had a slim waist and a nicely rounded fanny (maybe a little like mine). Her bare midriff was taut, toned, and tanned. She had a fabulous looking chest. This gal was a 38D if she was an inch and her boobs stood up and out. My guess was that they were implants but there seemed to be a softness to them too. If they were natural they were a phenomenon; if they were implants, they were excellently done.

Jerry said, "...and this is Tanya." 

I nodded and murmured "Hello" to "Hemnunm" and "Menumnn" and I reached out and took Tanya's slender, and beautifully manicured hand, and said, "Hello, Tanya. My name's Wanda. I'm so pleased to meet you."

Tanya flashed me a smile showing me the whitest teeth I'd ever seen and said gently, "Wanda? That's a wonderful name. I LOVE that name." My heart skipped a beat. She had me.

Now, you have to remember, I'm a girl who loves cock. I mean, I only had experiences with women since I started in this porn business. And they were fun! How could I forget Kim and DeDe. In fact, we still get together every now and again and "play". And it's good, too. Very good. I've gotten to enjoy eating pussy, and having mine eaten for that matter, but cocks are still my favorites. Sucking cocks, getting fucked by cocks, jacking off cocks, swallowing cock "milk", THAT's my thing. So, I was absolutely astounded that I had the reaction to Tanya that I had. I don't remember ever having that feeling that way before.

I could hear Jerry out of the corner of one ear, "......and then we'll move over to the edge of the pool and 'Hemnunm' will be getting his cock sucked by Wanda who's in the pool and Tanya will be working over 'Menumnn' jacking him off over on the chaise longe.....and....."

I could hardly focus on the "directions" I was so captivated by Tanya.

The shoot started. Jerry was doing his thing with the microphone and the earpieces with the cameramen, there were three this time too. There was only one "gopher" doing his act with the hand held camcorder and doubling by keeping the cables all straight. It was bright sunlight so artificial lighting wasn't needed but there were "umbrella" reflectors that had to be positioned. 

We started out in the recreation room, all of us playing pool. Hemnunm (or was it Menumnn? I couldn't tell) and I were on one team and his counter part and Tanya were on the other team. The deal was that whichever team won the game, the guy would get to switch partners and engage in sex with a member the other team. This didn't make sense to me because the result was the same either way but that's the way Jerry had it figured out and it did result in folks having sex, which was the whole point of the exercise. 

My team "lost" and Hemnunm went over and took Tanya by the hand and guided her outside over to the chaise longe in the patio. Menumnn patted my fanny and steered me across the cement decking over to the edge of the pool and began to disrobe me. He and I did a little smooching as he got me naked and then I worked my way down his body kissing chest and stomach while I slipped him out of his clothes. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tanya sitting on the chaise with Hemnunm, getting him naked too. She was giving him some real passionate kisses as she freed his cock from his shorts and began to stroke him into hardness. Meanwhile, I'd slipped into the pool in the shallow end where the water came to just above my waist but sloshed up every now and again to cover boobs. I am sure glad that this was a heated pool. I didn't want goose bumps- -puckered nipples, o.k. but no goose bumps. 

Menumnn was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water and I was positioned between his legs. I proceeded to give him a first class blow job- -I mean the works. He grasped either side of my head with his hands as if to force me down on his prick but that was just for show. I went down on him taking his entire cock into my mouth all the way down to the back of my throat. He might have been a generic porno-hunk but he wasn't puny. He had a thick, meaty cock that filled my mouth. I stroked his shaved scrotum (generic porno-hunks all have shaved scrotums) and played with his testicles as I slid my mouth up and down on his cock. I worked at it until I could feel him just about to come and then I would back off and just hold his organ in my mouth without doing anything to stimulate it. After about 30 seconds, I'd start the massaging and sucking again. I could tell this was driving him wild. He arched his back, threw his head up, and leaned back on his arms until they quivered. I went through about five cycles of this when he couldn't hold it back any more. I pulled my head off of his cock and let him shoot his wad on my face. Some of his cum dropped onto my breasts, and some dropped into the pool. Camera #2 made sure to capture the cum rolling down my breasts and the drops of white, milky cum floating in the pool. Camera #1 was filming my swallowing of what I could get of his load into my mouth. I finished up by dunking my self under the water trying to get the cum that was floating there into my mouth. I wasn't very successful because the sticky stuff began to dilute and slip away but it made good fun for the cameraman to try to capture my attempts. When I had done the best I could to get it, I came up for air. By this time good old Menumnn had taken his legs out of the pool and had staggered over to a deck chair and collapsed into it. I guess my blow job took more out of him than just his sperm. 

I looked over and saws that Tanya had finished her task with Hemnunm He had come all over her hand and she was cleaning her self up licking the gooey stuff into her mouth. She seemed to enjoy it as if it were a delicacy. My kind of girl! I didn't know this until I watched the final cut of our shoot, but Tanya had gotten Hemnunm off just by stroking his cock with her hand and, well, with maybe a little lip and tongue play on the head When he came, his load shot straight up into the air about a foot high with some of it landing on his stomach and the rest cascading down Tanya's hand. This was not altogether different than Jen's experience that first night. And Tanya rightly had the same reaction, to lick her man clean for the camera. Just as Menumnn had spent himself with our session, Hemnunm was wiped out by Tanya's ministrations. He dragged himself off the chaise and fell into another deck chair not far from Menumnn. The two prono-hunks looked at each other, gave each other a knuckle bump, and proceeded to nod off.




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 05



Tanya was still fully clothed sitting with her legs off of the edge of the chaise longe. I walked over and stood in front of her looking down at her gorgeous, dusky face. I leaned over, lifted her chin with my hand, and planted a mammoth, full-on, open mouth, tongue searching kiss on her full red lips. I was beginning to feel out of control. 

I was naked, having just gotten out of the pool, and the slight breeze chilled my skin and made my sensitive nipples pucker. As I pressed my mouth to hers, I felt pressure on my chest. I realized that Tanya was reciprocating my advances by stroking my boobs. It sent an electric thrill through my body from my nipples right down to my vagina. I pressed my mouth harder against hers and leaned forward even more. I had the leverage. It forced Tanya onto the chaise to where her she was sitting half upright with her back against the cushion. She moved her legs off the ground and up onto the chaise. I got up on the chaise too and with my knees straddling Tanya's hips and pressed my body against hers all the while keeping the tongue playing kiss going. My hands came up and began to massage her breasts through the material of her halter top. I reached around to the back of her neck and undid the knot that held her halter top up and let it drop so that it exposed her breasts. They were perfectly shaped, with small nipples. They were soft and pliable but also firm, too firm to be natural. As I moved my mouth from Tanya's down to her breasts I could saw some small scarring around the nipples. She did have implants- -good ones, pretty natural looking but implants nevertheless. What did I care? They were luscious and I paid each one equal respect caressing, nibbling, and sucking. The nipples responded by getting hard and smaller. I could sense tension building up in Tanya's tummy, a little shiver, a little quiver.

Then Tanya turned the tables on me. She sat up straight on the chaise. Since she was taller than I, she now had the leverage and she put both hands against the front of my shoulders and gently forced me back until I was sitting up on her legs. Tanya moved her head forward and began to ply my breasts with her kisses, nibbling and pecking just as I had with hers. Her tongue flicked out against my nipples, which having been already sensitized by the cool breeze, were now rock hard and doubly sensitive to her teasing. I felt more of the electric shock into my pussy. 

Her hands moved around to either side of my hips and then gradually around to my fanny. She pulled me my hips closer to her while she buried her face between my breasts kissing their inner edges and the skin of my chest. 

The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back, my knees up in the air, with Tanya kneeling between them. That was a piece of erotic judo that couldn't figure out until I saw it on film. She was smoooooth. She dipped her head and kissed and licked her way down my stomach all the way to my pubic hair and then part way back up and down again. She did this several times, each time going back up a little farther and each time going down a little farther. At the top, she sucked on each of my nipples; at the bottom, she used her tongue to play with my tummy under my pubic hair. More electric shocks each time.

She finally got her mouth to the apex of my furry triangle and began to probe with her tongue to find my pussy. I opened my legs to accommodate her efforts and she spread my thighs apart even farther with her hands the more I relaxed my thighs. Her head went down to the center of my snatch and I felt that exquisite sensation of her tongue circling my clitoris and dancing around my labia. I could tell that her tongue probed my pussy as well but it was the delicate teasing of my clit that began to take those discrete electric shocks and turn them into a constant flow of voltage into my pussy, up to my tummy, up farther into my chest, and then to my entire body. I felt like I was floating, warm and tingling. Except for the focus of the sensation on my clitoris, I wouldn't have known where the feeling originated. My body began to undulate in rhythm with her licking. She held her hands under the cheeks of my ass and pressed me closer to her. I finally felt like I exploded. In a rush the feeling coursed through my body and felt like it was escaping through my fingers and toes, except for that part that rushed to my brain and stayed there. It subsided like an ebbing tide and then rushed in again like breakers crashing on the shore. Then it ebbed again and flooded in again. And again, and again, and again, each time getting a little less until it was just a faint after glow. That woman had given me an orgasm better than any I had experienced before- -not Kim, not DeDe, not any of the dozens of porno-hunks that fucked me- -nobody had caused that sensation in me before. I thought I was going to die right then and there. But I didn't.

Tanya raised up, licked her lips, and looked at me. Her smile was incandescent. "Wanda? Wanda. I LOVE that name." Her voice was smooth and soft. "Wanda? I love that body. You are too delicious for words! MMMMmmmmm.....mmmmmMMMMMM!!"

"Tanya?" I was flat on my back but waggled my finger at her nevertheless, "Tanya? Now it's my turn.!"

I sat up. She was still kneeling between my legs but I remedied that quickly. I put my legs on either side of the chaise, stood up, and put my hands to the front of her shoulders forcing her again onto her back. I pressed forward until I was laying on top of her. I kissed her deeply as before but this time I tasted some of my own fluids on her lips. Hmmmm "Not bad" I thought.

I reach around and unhooked the back of her halter, slipped it off of her, and cast it aside. I mirrored her play with my breasts by kissing my way up and down her stomach. I got to the waistband of her leopard pants and began to tug them down over her hips. They were on snugly and she was wearing a thong underneath. I decided to take both of them off of her simultaneously. I tugged and teased with my hands while I kissed and licked her tummy. Finally the began to budge and slide more easily off of her hips and fanny. Then I hit a snag. They got hung up. 

I looked down and discovered what the problem was. Tanya's COCK was impeding the garment removal. Yes, I said Tanya's C-O-C-K. This outrageously beautiful woman wasn't a woman. She was a HE! How did I miss that one? I must have been so enamored by her beauty that I totally missed the clues. Tall, toned, slim, narrow hips, implants.....DUH! But she was so beautiful, so attractive, so.....luscious.....that I was completely blind the obvious. 

It seemed to me that I was frozen for half an hour but, when I looked at the final video, I found that I hadn't hesitated one bit. I would have imagined that I would have had that look of "shock and surprise" that I was supposed to have had that first day I did my sound stage porno shoot. But I didn't. I looked at her/his penis as it became freed from the confines of those leopard pants and began immediately to stroke with one hand it as if it was something quite natural to have found there. I used my other hand to inch his pants farther down his legs. After a bit, I gave up on the "inching" thing, disengaged my hand from his stiffening member, and tugged those tight pants all the way down his smooth legs. I paused to slip off the high heeled shoes, not helping but notice how pretty his feet were, pedicured with polished toenails. Then the pants came off all the way. I tossed shoes and pants off to the side and made my way back up to his cock.

It had become hard now, rock hard. It wasn't mammoth but it was pretty good size. As one might expect, he had no pubic hair anywhere around his penis. Shaved and waxed- -that was the order of the day. I played with his member with my hands, stroking first with my right hand and caressing his ball-sack with my left, then using both hands massage up and down his shaft, and finally squeezing it with both hands and watching the pre-cum ooze up to the crack in his shiny tip. As I my hands were engaged in this, I looked up and saw the look on his face. He was ecstatic. He had a broad smile and a look of pleasure that I don't remember having seen before from man or woman. I could tell he was enjoying this. 

I scooted up and placed his penis between my breasts and rubbed it between them using both of my hands and by boobs to encircle it. It made my nipples tingle and I could see that there was more clear fluid beginning to ooze out of the head of his cock. I lowered my head and licked that off. It had a salty but neutral flavor, a little slippery but not thick. All in all, it tasted good and whetted my appetite for more.

No stranger to sucking cock, I proceeded with my standard maneuver. I took his cock into my mouth and forced it in all of the way I could. Except for the pre-cum lubrication, his penis was dry and I could only get about half way into my mouth but, the more I worked it with my tongue, the slicker it got until after only a couple of thrusts I got the head all the way to the back of my soft palate. I had all but an inch or so in my mouth. I pulled back and made an extra effort and finally got his entire penis into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. I held it there expecting to feel some type of reaction as if he were working up a load to shoot but there was nothing. I thrust again with my mouth and still nothing. But I could hear him cooing, "MMMMM....mmmmm....MMMMMM" each time I did that .

I felt his hands on either side off my head. At first I thought it was just a caress but I gradually became aware that he was leading me to pull my face off of his dick. Can you imagine that? This guy had enough of my blow job? I forced a little harder and his hands reacted a little more firmly. I finally got the idea and pulled off of him.

Once his penis had cleared my lips, his hands moved to my shoulders. He lead me up to where I was lying on his body with my face on his chest and my tummy against his. His lips kissed the top off my head as his hands went down behind the my butt and pulled me closer to him while spreading my legs apart. He wiggled under me and then I felt the head of his prick begin to penetrate my pussy. It took a little effort because I wasn't exactly lubricated. The water from the swimming pool had cleaned off the surface of my labia so that they were squeaky clean and, other than working on his cock with my mouth, there wasn't anything that got my juices flowing. But it didn't take long. Once I felt the pressure of his cock, and felt the slight friction of it between my pussy lips, I began to moisten up and get slippery.

He slid his cock about half way into my vagina, pulled it back, and thrust deeper the second time, and even deeper the third. I could feel his hard member fill up my pussy and I felt my muscles contract to grab it and hold it there. His hips began to move starting a rhythm between his cock and my cunt. But, being on top, I felt like I had the lead and began to work my hips up and down in concert with his thrusting. The more I ground away, the wetter my pussy got until I could feel the moistness seep out and lubricate the space between my labia and the base of his shaft and scrotum. I started to go wild with this.

It was like I was riding a horse. He was bucking and I was bucking. I raised up so that I was sitting on his cock and went into a frenzy of fucking him. His face was smiling and yet calm but I began to feel the blood rush to my head as I tossed in the throes of pleasure. I threw my head back and let out a long moan as I accelerated my pelvic thrusts. And then I felt a gush of liquid come from my pussy and flow onto his abdomen. I wasn't peeing I was coming. It was clear and slick and had the scent of tangy honey as it coated his stomach and ran down between our legs. I felt a rush throughout my body that made feel that I was being levitated off of him. That sensation made me increase my fucking efforts yet again. I didn't think I could fuck him any harder or faster, but I did.

Then I felt pressure from his hands which had moved to either side off my hips. He stilled my gyrations and held me firmly to him. I felt his cock swell inside my pussy and felt his hips thrust. I could feel the gush of warm fluid inside my pussy. In my mind's eye I visualized his cock shooting his semen inside me coating the inside of my pussy as it flowed from the head off his penis. Just that thought added an other orgasm to my set. He thrust for or five times and then was still, holding my hips against him firmly. I looked at his face and saw that his eyes were closed and that his muscles had tightened. He was enjoying his orgasm just as I was enjoying mine. 

I collapsed forward on his chest. I could feel his breasts pressed against mine, an odd feeling now since I had been having sex with a man and not a woman. Still, his breasts felt good against mine even as his cock was still in my pussy. I brought my mouth up to his and kissed him, gently but firmly- -no tongue. Then I whispered in his ear- -the audio didn't pick this up- -"I loved that, sweetie. You're my man!" He tensed a little at that but quickly relaxed and whispered back, "Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes!"

We disengaged and got up off of the chaise. He held my hand as we walked toward the rec room. "Gofer" was there and gave us each a terry cloth robe. As we put them on, I couldn't help but notice a strange look on "Gofer's" face. He seemed fascinated. I looked over at Jerry. He had the same look on his face. Moreover, neither of them spoke. Though, as Tanya and I crossed the threshold off the rec room, I heard Jerry whisper into his mouthpiece, "Cut!"

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TO BE CONTINUED 



Taste of True Friendship Ch. 06



After our porn session, Tanya and I got dressed in the rec room together. We didn't' talk much but I could tell that she/he could tell that there was an attraction there. We arranged to meet for dinner that evening, and left in separate cars.

Tanya selected the restaurant and we met there. It was not a flashy place but it was better than your garden variety steak house in a better than ordinary part of town. She was dressed conservatively, not anything like I had seen her at the porn shoot, but not so conservatively that one couldn't tell that she was a shapely and sexy woman- -little did they know. She wore a nicely tailored dark suit that showed a nice patch of ruffled linen at her throat, black stockings, black leather pumps with only two-inch heels, and her hair was straight and glossy black. I wore a black and white print skirt, a white blouse, and a black light weight sweater. My only concession to casualness was my t-strap high-heeled sandals. I thought I looked pretty nice; I knew Tanya looked very nice. 

She had chosen a booth in the back corner, away from the kitchen, where we could dine quietly- -and talk.

Tanya and I settled in at the table and she began to tell me about herself. Her narrative sounded like a movie script: 

Tanya's real name was Dan, short for Danillo. 

His mother's name was Ayisha. She was an American nurse in the military just after the Vietnam era. She was a tall, black woman who grew up in a tough part of Los Angeles. She was lucky, though, because she was tall, athletic, and smart. She managed to win a volleyball scholarship to a major university and capitalized on that to get her nursing degree. She was in ROTC during her college years and went on active duty once she graduated and passed her nursing boards. She went in the service as an officer and did well there too. Even though there was a lot of scaling back in the post-war military, she got promotions and gained in professional stature. She wound up in command of a nursing corps in a southeast Asian country. 

That is where Ayisha met Dan/Tanya's father, Reynaldo. He was himself from a mixture of cultures. His mother was a Filipina with Portuguese blood and his father was Chinese and Indonesian. Like Ayisha, Reynaldo was tall and, also like Ayisha, he was very, very bright. He was a local politician (read quasi-warlord) with whom Ayisha had dealings as part of the medical outreach from the military base. He was already married but Ayisha didn't care. She fell in love with him and wanted to have his child. Back then a pregnant woman in the military was unacceptable and a pregnant unmarried woman officer was an absolute affront to military decorum. So, it was no little problem when Ayisha became pregnant. She got shipped back to the USA and was mustered out of the service for "conduct unbecoming an officer". She never saw Reylando again and he never saw their child. Shortly before Dan was born, Reylaldo was killed in a local political coup.

Dan's mother raised him all by herself. She never married. She maintained a professional career as a nurse, worked at local hospitals, and kept studying. She eventually became a nurse practitioner- -one of the first to achieve that designation- -and became a well respected member of the medical community in her city. She died of cancer just after Danillo graduated from college.

Dan has always been a good looking child, and smart. His mother had made sure that he didn't become "ghetto-ized". She lived in a very nice middle class area of town, sent her son to private schools, and raised him to appreciate the best of all of his cultural origins.

He was always an exotic looking child. In a way, he didn't exactly fit in the black culture, he was too light skinned; and he didn't fit in the white community, he was too dark skinned; he wasn't Asian looking enough for the Chinese, Indonesian, or Filipino ethnicities. But, in a sense, he also fit into all of those. And, he had enough of a Latino look not to seem out of place in their gatherings. Plus, he was smart- -with a capital "S". It didn't take him long to find out how to get along no matter what group he was with.

He knew growing up that he was different, not just in a cultural sense but also in a sexual sense. He wasn't a rough and tumble boy but he did play with the other kids and got along but he always had a sensitive and artistic nature. He much preferred browsing through his mother's collection of art books to going out and playing cops and robbers with the neighborhood kids. He developed a talent for music and his mother indulged him by making sure he had music lessons. He knew how to play the piano, the violin, and the guitar. His musical tastes eventually ran the gamut from classical to jazz to rock- -everything but rap, which he didn't consider to be real music. He had a fantastic sense of rhythm and was an energetic dancer but more recreational rather than classical. He had an artist's eye and drawing and painting, though not an end in itself, morphed into an interest in fashion design. His college degree was in graphic arts but his real love was clothing. 

As a teenager, he struggled with his sexuality. He had fun with women for whom he was a sex object- -they all wanted to get a piece of him. What woman wouldn't? He was a handsome, talented, sensitive man. Not many of them running around on the loose. But with women what he loved their softness, sensitivity, and creativity not their tits and ass. He also enjoyed the company of men, not in a testosterone driven sense- -sports and hunting and fishing and cocksmanship all left him cold- -but in a character driven sense. He respected strength not brutality, bravery not bravado, loyalty not chauvinism, and sexual fulfillment not sport-fucking. Given that, he didn't fit in with a lot of male groups. Notwithstanding all of his attractive qualities, on a sexual level, most of the girls began to believe he was gay- -and so did most of the guys. 

His first sexual experience was with a man not a woman and it wasn't until he was a senior in high-school. He had just celebrated his 18th birthday and was working late in the band room at school cleaning up after rehearsal. The music teacher's assistant, a clarinet player, was also staying late not necessarily to help straighten up but to be with Danillo on whom he had a crush. The clarinet player was gay. 

"Danny, I need some help with this." The clarinet player spoke softly. "I can't get this portfolio unzipped." 

Dan went over to help out as asked and Mr. Clarinet said, "Zippers are such a problem! Why can't they just use old-fashioned string ties. I need more practice with zippers."

With that Mr. Clarinet boldly reached over and unzipped Dan's pants. No prelude, no "by your leave", he just went for it. Dan was a little taken aback but decided to go with it and see where it wound up. The T/A zipped up Dan's pants and then unzipped them again. "Your zipper is a lot more cooperative than the one on this portfolio- -and more fun to play with. And, speaking of 'cooperative'......."

With that, Mr. Clarinet unzipped Dan's pants again, pushed his hand through Dan's fly, and began searching around for Dan's cock. Dan wore boxers with an opening in the front so it didn't take long for the T/A to get his hand around Dan's prick and tease it into the open. 

"My! What a handsome young fellow you are!" Mr. Gay Clarinet-guy was addressing Dan's penis more than Dan himself. "And so stout!" Dan's prick began to grow as it was being handled.

Now, Dan was not naïve. He knew something of masturbation, as virtually every teen-age boy does. He had indulged in it himself more than once- -a lot more than once. Plus, he did have a decent education as to sex. His mother being a medical person made sure he knew all of the correct anatomical terms and physiological functions. She also made sure that he was versed in proper hygiene and protection. (AIDS had been on the scene long enough a that time to cause her to have no qualms about making sure her son didn't commit suicide.) And had been privy to enough talk from the girls and the boys as to who did what to whom and how. So, it was with a little detached interest that he observed this obviously gay person put the make on him- -or, more properly, his cock. Not that it didn't stir him but he decided to be passive rather cooperative.

Dan stood there as the T/A leaned forward and put his mouth to Dan's hardening dick. His lips enfolded the head and his mouth gently sucked it in to where about half of the shaft was inside. Dan's cock got harder and the harder it got the more Mr. Clarinet sucked on it. He brought his hand up around the base of Dan's shaft, not unlike grasping a clarinet, but he didn't "finger" it, he stroked it up and down as he moved it back and forth in his mouth. 

Despite his detachment, Dan felt it was a novel and exciting experience. He came quickly shooting his semen directly into Mr. Clarinet's mouth. Mr. C. tried to pull back but Dan reached out and put his hand on top of Mr. C.'s head and held it there until Dan had finished shooting his load into his mouth. There was gurgling and gagging coming from the clarinet player's throat as he swallowed Dan's jizz but he got all of it down. He licked Dan clean as he extracted the softening member from his mouth.

"My, my! You are a tasty fellow!" again, Mr. Clarinet T/A was addressing Dan's cock. "I believe I have rarely had better." And then, as he got up off of his knees and looked Dan in the face "I thank you, young man for your cooperation and assistance." He turned around and walked out of the room.

From then to the end of the school year and graduation, Dan saw Mr. Clarinet in music class and around campus. Dan could see that Mr. C. would have liked to have had a repeat performance but Dan pretty much made it clear by body language that he wasn't inclined to do that. That made Mr. Clarinet look sad. Dan rather enjoyed that.

Dan did have a best girl friend. It was more a girl that was a friend rather than a "girlfriend". She wasn't a fellow high-schooler; she was a college student- -a sophomore when Dan was a high-school senior- -whom Dan had met through her mother, a Russian woman named Ludmilla who gave Dan music lessons. The girl's name was Tatiana (sometimes her mother called her Tanya). Tatiana was smart, very musical (cello and piano), a good chess player, and a good friend. Dan had shared things with her that he hadn't even shared with his own mother- -and he and his mother were very, very close. For example, Dan shared with Tatiana the experience he had with Mr. Clarinet and even admitted to her that it was his first sexual experience with another person. Tatiana's reaction was not shocked or judgmental. She seemed very accepting of the fact that Danillo was coming into his own sexually.

But she did ask, with her Russian accent, "Danillo? You are such a good looking boy. How is it that you haven't had sex before this? I would imagine there were lots of opportunities."

His answer surprised even himself, "I just wasn't sure which way I would go with it. I like girls and I like guys- -I fantasize about both- -but I never felt an overwhelming urge to 'break the ice', so to speak. But the occasion presented itself and I decided not to resist it."

"I can understand that, Danillo." Tatiana sounded proper, almost formal. "And I respect that. But sex isn't just one thing, one way for ever. It offers such a wide spectrum of experience. You should consider the possibilities."

Now, as I said, Tatiana came from a Russian family that was scholastically traditional. Her father was a mathematician, her mother was a music teacher, and she had two older brothers that were both well into advanced studies- -one in mathematics and the other in physics. Tatiana was majoring in music. But in a cultural sense, she was a liberated person, even at her young age. The Russian society had created a class of liberated females long before the Americans had caught onto it in the 60's and 70's and her mother was one of them. She raised Tatiana in the same mold. Tatiana did not abide at all with observance of traditional female role models. And she was sexually liberated, not licentiously but in a practical "sex-is-sex" sense. There was no Puritanism in her but neither was there any hysteria that sexual gratification was the only aim in life. Paradoxically, she was so matter-of-fact about sex that Dan had never really thought of her as a sexual person. But she was.....

One afternoon, having finished his violin lesson with Tatiana's mother, Dan and Tatiana were sitting in Tatiana's living getting current. Being friends, he had stayed on many times after his music lesson just to share conversation, perhaps a chess game, and once or twice an impromptu' duet- -Dan on the violin and Tatiana on the cello. 

Tatiana's mother encouraged the relationship. Ludmilla liked Dan, thought he was a good student, and he gave her daughter a like minded companion who fancied a string instrument- -and she thought Dan was gay. Not that the latter really made any difference to Ludmilla; she wasn't by any stretch a homophobe. And, as far as her daughter having sex, Ludmilla had raised her daughter to be realistic about sex and would rather see her daughter have sex at home rather than in the back seat of a car or in some dorm room at college. But Ludmilla never gave a thought that Dan and Tatiana might be anything other than just friends. And it seemed to her that Tatiana felt the same way. For that matter, it seemed that way to Dan, too.

But this particular afternoon, their conversation turned back to sex. 

"Danillo, my friend," Tatiana's accent was just as pronounced as her mother's, "How have you been doing with your romances?"

Dan thought she was talking about practicing the Beethoven piece that Ludmilla had been trying to introduce into his violin repertoire. "Difficult, Tatiana, very difficult."

Tatiana frowned at Dan's revelation. "How so? How are they difficult?"

"Well, for one thing, I find the fingering very difficult and, for another, the key changes have me mystified." Dan went on flatly. "Plus, it is hard to conceptualize the piece without hearing the orchestral accompaniment."

Tatiana laughed out loud. "Danillo, I didn't mean your music. I meant 'romances' like...." She searched for words, "I mean your 'romantic' life. Perhaps better words would have been 'your love life'...you know?"

Dan was non-plussed, Tatiana's question coming from left field as it did. But he regained his composure and chuckled along with her.

"Oh, just about the same, you know." Dan answered dejectedly. "Nothing of any consequence has been happening. One or two girls have come on to me but they seem so ditzy. I know they'd love to have sex but I don't think I could handle their inane conversation long enough to get worked up to do it, or really enjoy it knowing that I'd probably have to talk to them afterwards."

"Yes, I can understand that." Tatiana's mirth turned to sincerity. "And, with the men? Anything?" The she added hastily, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Oh, no...That's o.k. Nothing there either." Dan didn't seem embarrassed at all at the question and was matter of fact about his answer. "I have noticed 'Mr. Clarinet' eyeing me from time to time but I don't want to repeat that performance. It might have been interesting once but, to be honest, he's a little too creepy to suit me. Otherwise, frankly, I'm really hesitant to step out and make any moves on anyone. I'm still just not sure, you know?"

"Yes, I DO know what you are saying to me." With Russian being her first language, Tanya's way of saying things sometimes seemed stilted, overly proper. Dan wondered how well he would do if he had to speak Russian. 

"I have had similar experience." She continued, "At college not long ago. Shall I tell you?"

"Yes, Tatiana, please do." Dan was glad to have the attention off of him. "I'd like to hear about that."

"Well, I was at a- -how do you call it?- -a 'frat' party." Tatiana talked easily as if she were glad to have an outlet for this story. "There were a lot of people drinking a lot, mostly beer but some hard liquor too. I had taken a couple of glasses of wine but I wasn't drunk, or anywhere near it. There was some craziness going on the more people drank. A couple of the boys became naked and jumped into the swimming pool. That didn't shock me- -I have two older brothers and, believe me, I have seen male nakedness before. But these two were pretty much out of control and it made some of the others there a little crazy too. Two or three more boys took of their clothes and jumped into the pool and then a couple of the girls did the same thing. There was some hugging and kissing going on in the water but no real sex that I could see, though it seemed like that was going to happen real soon if things continued as they were."

She paused for a breath as if to say, "Here's the interesting part."

"Then one of the college girls who had been drinking a lot came over to me with a beer in her hand. She had gotten wet from the water being splashed out of the pool and I could plainly see her breasts and nipples underneath her t-shirt. She put her arm around my shoulders. She said something like, 'This is a blast, huh?' and I said, 'I suppose so." and then she leaned over and kissed me right on the mouth. I could feel her breasts press through her soaked t-shirt against against my breasts and she got my t-shirt a little damp too."

Dan interrupted, "Well, that all seems like a garden variety frat party to me. Kids get a few beers in them and away go the inhibitions."

"Yes, but there's more." She continued beginning to build a little excitement in her narrative. "Then this girl kissed me again but this time slid her tongue between my lips and into my mouth. I was shocked. It's not like I haven't kissed a woman before- -we kiss sisters, mothers, aunts on the lips and I've kissed boys that way- -but I'd never been kissed that way by another woman before. It wasn't unpleasurable, though. Aside from being surprised, I rather liked it. But I felt my nipples- -how do you say?- -'pucker' under my t-shirt and became embarrassed that someone might see them that way, so pushed the girl away from me and said something like, 'Please!' She stopped trying to kiss me more and went off into the crowd to spread her kissing around some more."

"That all sounds rather sexy, Tatiana." He tried to give it a positive spin. "At least you know you are kissable be it man or woman."

"I told you this story for a reason, Danillo." Tatiana turned serious again. "I have made up my mind that, if something like that happens again, I am going to 'go with it'- -is that the right saying? It would be a novel experience having sex with another woman, I think. But that setting wasn't the right one. The next time I think I will. Now, I don't think that I am a lesbian. In fact, I love to have sex with boys. But I think trying something different is a good thing. One can't decide whether or not one should do something again unless one has done it the first time. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head. "Yes, I see what you mean." It seemed obvious to him what she was talking about. She should try some different experiences.

"Danillo? Do you understand?" Tatiana asked again.

"Yes. I just said 'yes'. I understand what you are saying." He was puzzled at her asking again.

"No, Danillo. I don't think you grasp my meaning." She was lapsing back into her stilted English. "Please think a little about what I said."

He sat there looking at her trying to form some thoughts but he wasn't sure where she was going with this. He was not a stupid person but he was missing something here.

"Danillo, what I am trying to tell you is this:" Tatiana became forcefully direct, "If you've never had sex with a woman, how can you tell whether or not you enjoy it more than having sex with a man?"




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 06



NOW He got it!

"On top of that, Danillo, your one sexual experience with another person was only one kind of sex." She expanded on her thesis. "You and oral sex with a man. More particularly, he gave you oral sex- -how is it? a 'blow job'?- -and, although you enjoyed it, you weren't exactly thrilled because of the person and the circumstances. Don't you think that there is enough variety in having sex that there might not be a way- -or maybe more than one way- -to enjoy it?"

It began to sink in. She was encouraging him to step out and start having sex.

"Danillo, I think you are a fantastic person. You owe it to yourself to have those experiences."

And then came the shocker.

"I would like to have sex with you. I would like to be your first time with a woman." Tatiana gazed intently at me. Her voice was firm and serious, but not ominous. "Do you understand what I am saying now?"

She couldn't have been more plain. And he couldn't have been more surprised. He'd always thought of Tatiana as a friend, a good friend, but nevertheless just a friend. It is not that he found her unattractive; it is just that he had never looked at her from a sexual standpoint, as a sexual partner. His sexual "plans" were too diffuse. He had never particularized them. But now there were some particulars, a face was put on them and that face was right in front of him.

Tatiana was plain looking but that was probably more from the way she dressed and conducted herself rather than from the lack of possibility of making herself look good. She had a pragmatic and utilitarian way about her, generally matter-of-fact and unemotional. She had a characteristic Eastern European/Russian look: a broad face, dark hair and eyebrows, and was a little on the stocky side. She was perhaps 5'1" and maybe 110 to 115 lbs, not skinny by any means but not overweight either. She was a little wide in the hips and her chest was small, I would guess 32A. She wasn't a fashion model by any stretch but neither was she a "fireplug". Dan guessed he could see himself with her.

"Tatiana! I am surprised, genuinely surprised!" And he sounded surprised, too. "I just never thought....I mean....It never occurred to me....We're such good friends!"

"Yes, Danillo. I know we ARE good friends." Tatiana was only a little more emotional than her usual matter-of fact-ness. "That's why I am suggesting it. I DO like you, truly. I want you to have nothing but good things. I want your first experience to be 'safe' with someone who has your best interest at heart not just some frenetic event with someone who wants to take something from you for their own thrills. I am not saying that the prospect of having sex with you is unenjoyable but I am saying that you deserve to have a sincere encounter for your first time. And, in case you are wondering, I do have some experience with sex. I am far from being a virgin. I think I can help you a lot with this."

He must have looked like he was over-thinking the situation.

"Come with me, Danillo. We will do it now.!" Tatiana grabbed his hand and led him out of the living room and up the stairs to her room. She was too affirmative and he was too taken aback for him to resist.

On the way up the stairs, Ludmilla called out, "Tatiana? Are you going up stairs? Did Danillo leave?"

"Yes, Mother. I am going up stairs. And, No, Mother, Danillo has not left. He is going up stairs with me. Tatiana called back. "And, we may be a while."

"That's fine, my dear." Ludmilla responded. "That's fine. Remember your 'Etiquette', my dear."

"Tatiana, what did your mother mean by 'Remember you etiquette'. " He was intrigued at the phrase.

"You will find out shortly, Danillo." Tatiana was a bit cryptic.

Tatiana's room had a very adult décor for a nineteen (going on twenty) year-old. There was a desk and a chair, a laptop computer on the desk connected to a larger monitor, two bookcases- -one with books and the other with music- -a stand in the corner where she placed her cello, a closet with sliding doors, and a double bed with a plain pale blue comforter on it. There were a few pictures on the wall, family members and friends, but nothing decorative to speak of- -not even one poster or girly looking calendar.

Tatiana sat down on the bed and patted the place next to her. "Come over here, Danillo. Sit beside me. I promise you I won't bite you."

Dan followed directions and sat down next to her. He noticed a problem with this immediately. Even at eighteen, he was 5'10" tall....and Tatiana was 5'1". Sitting there, her head barely came up to his shoulders. Pragmatist that she was, Tatiana fixed that problem by getting up on the bed on her knees. She was then pretty much looking at him in the eyes, maybe even looking down on him a little.

"Danillo, my dear. Please trust me. Please...." Tatiana was more than sincere, she was intense. "I want this to be good for you...I really do."

With that, she took his face between her hands and pressed her lips to his. It began as a warm but chaste kiss. It didn't take long, though, for her to begin to probe his lips with her tongue as she caressed his face and neck. She became more aggressive with her tongue until it was inside his mouth playing with the tip of his tongue. It seemed that a switch had been thrown when she hungrily started to suck on his tongue and bring it into her mouth. The sensation was exquisite. In a way it was more sensual that when good old Mr. Clarinet had Dan's cock in his mouth.

Tatiana spent more than a little time kissing him into a state of excitement. And Dan had to admit he WAS getting excited. He had that warm feeling in his face; he could feel it spread to his chest, to his stomach, and to his abdomen. He was starting to feel a little high and his cock was beginning to feel a little stiff. She leaned against him harder as she kept up her tongue play forcing him onto his back on the bed with his legs still hanging off the edge. 

Without letting up on devouring him with her kissing, she moved her hands up to his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. She got it undone down to his belt buckle and then had to pull his shirt out of his pants to finish the job. Her warm hands played across his chest and down his stomach and back up again. She paused long enough to caress his nipples with her fingers floating barely making contact with them. That was a pleasurable sensation indeed. He was beginning to believe that Tatiana had more than a LITTLE experience with sex.

Her hand traveled down from his chest to his belt buckle and her fingers deftly undid it, opened the button on his pants, and unzipped his fly. Her kisses went from his mouth, to his chin, to his throat as she slipped her hand under the elastic waistband of his boxers. She found what she was looking for. His cock was fairly hard by this time and not difficult to find. He could feel her wrap her hand around the shaft and gently stroke it. It seemed to him that she wasn't doing this so much to get him off as it was to confirm that he had gained a serviceable erection. She stopped rubbing his cock almost immediately upon verifying that he did, in fact, have a hard-on.

Tatiana, having that assurance, got back up on her knees, slipped her sweatshirt over her head, unhooked the bra that she was wearing underneath, and wiggled out of her sweat pants and panties. In short order, she was kneeling there absolutely naked. Dan had to admire her body. It was trimmer and curvier than he had estimated. Her breasts, while small, were firm and her erect nipples were a luscious shade of pink. The triangle just above her pussy was smooth and white with just wisps of fine brown hair to mask her slot. She had full hips and strong looking legs. The lesson was: One never knows what lies beneath a bulky sweat outfit.

She went right to work tugging down his pants over his hips and pulling them down over his legs. When she got them as far as his knees, he finally participated by kicking off his shoes and shedding his pants for good. Then she repeated the process with his underwear, which came off much more easily. Now he was on his back with his legs still off of the edge of the bed. Tatiana, nudged him around until he was lying in the center of the bed with his head in the proper direction. His cock was standing at attention. 

She reached over to the nightstand beside her bed, opened the top drawer, and picked out a small, square, sealed foil envelope. She tore it open (did he see her hands shake as she did this?) and produced a rolled up condom. "Etiquette", she said with a grin as she slipped it over the head of his penis and unrolled it all the way down to the base. "I wouldn't want anything unfortunate to happen, my dear Danillo."

Tatiana threw her right leg across his body and straddled his hips. She put her hands forward on his chest and leaned into him as if she were doing a push-up. This raised her butt in the air and when she came down his penis was exactly at the entry to her vagina. She had a smile on her face as she relaxed and let the weight of her body press his dick into her pussy. It went in without any effort. She seem to be such a tiny girl and his dick, though not huge, was not small either, but it slipped in there without any difficulty at all. Her anticipation of this moment must have created the lubrication she needed to accommodate his penis that easily.

Her pussy was warm and slick as it enfolded his condom clad cock. She just held herself there without moving for a minute allowing her vagina to accustom itself to the object within it. It also gave him time, even with the thin latex between her and him, to revel in the feeling of her pussy embracing his dick. The sensation was delicious. 

Very slowly she began to move her hips forward and back and raise them off of his penis; each time her movement produced a wonderful friction. This also caused her to press her hands more firmly into his chest for leverage and her palms were right on top of his nipples. That caused even more of a sensation from his nipples to his loins. He was beginning to get warm all over. Then she drew back and straightened her body to where she was sitting up with her arms at her sides and her hips grinding back and forth and around. This created even more friction on his cock inside of her. He could her gently grunt with effort as she did this. Then she fell forward onto his chest with her small, taut breasts pressed against his. Her arms went around him and she held him close to her, tighter and tighter. He could feel her pussy contract and grip his penis firmly and he could feel the tension in her tummy as it pressed closer to his. She let out a little cry and then relaxed completely but still breathing rapidly from her exertion, almost sighing. 

"Oh, my Danillo. Was that good for you?" Tatiana asked breathlessly. "Was it good?'

"It felt wonderful, Tatiana." He answered, "I had no idea the sensation would be like that."

"Did you come? I didn't feel you come." She sounded a little frantic. "Your penis is still hard and I didn't feel it react."

"No, I don't think I did." He knew what ejaculating felt like and, even wearing the condom, he knew hadn't experienced that inside her. "I'm pretty sure I didn't, Tatiana."

"Well, I came. I did come, Danillo. It was wonderful. But you didn't? Oh, my!" She seemed crestfallen. 

She dismounted and knelt by his side on the bed. "I tried so hard for you, Danillo. I did try." He could see tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"Let's see what we can do about that, Tatiana." Dan reached down and rolled the slippery condom off of his cock. "Maybe this was the reason." 

"But I can't risk having you inside me without that on!" She seemed a bit frantic. "I just can get pregnant now!"

"Don't worry, Tatiana. I won't put my penis into you without one of these on." He tried to be calm and reassuring. "But there are other ways...."

He reached up and put his arm around her waist and pulled her down toward him until she was lying by his side. He held her close as he began to jack himself off with his other hand. She was captivated by him stroking his cock. She stared almost not taking a breath. 

In his mind's eye he pictured a firm male body lying next to him and that stepped up his feeling of excitement. He took that to another level and fantasized about having both a man and a woman in bed with him taking turns stroking his cock while kissing each other over the top of his body. That was more exciting still. And then he visualized the man between his legs sucking on his cock while the woman sat on the bed masturbating next to them. He was getting to the point where he was about to climax.

Tatiana sensed that he was getting ready to come because his stroking became faster and more vigorous. About two strokes before he came, Tatiana leaned her head over toward the tip of his dick and opened her mouth. He came right into her open mouth, a huge load, larger than usual. She gasped a little as his milky white semen spurted from his cock onto her tongue and began to flow toward the back of her mouth, but she didn't flinch. She caught just about all of it, except for the little bit that wound up on her chin and on his stomach. When he had finished shooting, she closed her mouth, sat up, looked at him and conspicuously swallowed. Tatiana licked her lips and then opened her mouth to show him that it was all gone. She used her finger to brush the dribble of cum off of her chin into her mouth and swallowed that. And then she leaned back down and licked the little drops of cum off of his stomach and swallowed those.

"Oh, my Danillo. I am so glad you did that. I would have been so sad had you not been able to climax." Tatiana said tenderly. "And, my dear Danillo, you are absolutely delicious!"

"Did you enjoy the taste of my cum? Really?" Dan probed for reassurance. Dan had tasted his own semen before and found it tasty. But, for some reason, he wasn't sure it would seem that way for her.

"Yes, oh, yes! It tasted wonderful- -salty and tangy." She had brightened up. "Besides, I couldn't just let it spill all over the place. After all, there is such a thing as 'Etiquette', even without a condom, you know!"

She laughed at that and so did he. 

They sat up on the bed and embraced. Dan gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. He could still taste himself on them. She kissed back, gently- -no tongue.

It was time to go. Dan stood up, gathered together his clothes and methodically re-dressed. Tatiana didn't bother with her bra or panties; she just slipped into ther sweat pants and sweat shirt. 

They were about to get up and go downstairs when something occurred to Dan. "Tatiana? What about your mother?"

"What about my mother, what?" She seemed puzzled at the question.

"Well, I mean we've been up here for quite some time and I can't imagine that she thinks we have been playing a game of chess. She must suspect that we've been having sex, or at least doing some serious making out. Is she going to be upset?" He must have sounded worried.

"No, no, Danillo. Do not worry at all about that." Tatiana was lighthearted. "My mother is sensible about sex and she raised me the same way. She understands that you and I were having sex up here. It isn't the first time. She would much rather I enjoy having sex at home than out somewhere that might not be safe. Besides that, she worries less when she has had a chance to meet my partners. If she doesn't think they are appropriate, she lets me know afterwards. And she knows I do take care of 'Etiquette'. She is not worried- -And you shouldn't be worried. I know for a fact that she likes you very much."

Dan was relieved. He knew that he was going to be back at least for more music lessons, if nothing else. He certainly didn't want to emnitize anyone. 

They came down the stairs together. They weren't holding hands but even a casual observer could tell that they had been having "fun" up there. 

As Dan headed for the front door, Ludmilla called out to him, "Danillo, make sure your are working on your other "romances" too. I will expect you to at least know the introduction by next week."

"Yes, Ludmilla, I certainly will." Dan gave Tatiana a peck on the cheek and left for home.

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To Be Continued...

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 07



Dan kept up his weekly music lessons with Ludmilla. And, as usual, he took time to chat with Tatiana afterward. But now, more often than not, he and Tatiana would go upstairs and have sex as well. Tatiana was willing and enthusiastic but Dan was conflicted.

They experimented with sex, almost like a self taught lab class. Tatiana's talents ran the gamut from regular missionary position intercourse, to her being on top (as they had done the first time), to doggy style, to oral sex- -pretty much everything but anal sex, which Tatiana did not like. Dan participated in all of these partly out of the novelty, partly to please Tatiana, and partly to explore just what type of sex he did like. Though he did climax on occasion, he did not do so easily nor was it the ecstatic sensation he thought it should be. He enjoyed it but wasn't enthralled by it. 

One experience that he enjoyed more than the others was when either Tatiana was giving him a hand job, or he was jacking himself off while she played with his body- -kissing him, sucking his nipples, and the like- -while he fantasized about an idealized sexual encounter. Most of the time it was just in his thoughts, but more frequently he had begun to say out loud to Tatiana what his thoughts were. 

For example, one time Tatiana was sitting between Dan's legs working on his penis with both hands using lotion not only to make it seem more like a lubricated pussy but also to prevent chaffing. 

"Tatiana, would you try something for me?" Dan asked casually. 

"Yes, Danillo. What is it that you want me to do?" Tatiana was compliant.

"Well, since you have lotion on both hands, why don't you stroke my cock with one hand and slip one of the fingers of your other hand into my ass." He seemed a little self conscious asking that but also thought that they had become well enough acquainted physically for that request not to seem outrageous. "Do you think that strange?" 

"No, Danillo. Of course not." Tatiana was matter-of-fact. "If you want to try that, I am happy to help."

Tatiana proceeded to perform his request. She kept jacking away with her right hand and inserted the middle finger of her left hand gently into Dan's anus. It did not go in easily at first. His sphincter resisted penetration. But with a little gentle persistence, Tatiana was able to gradually insert her finger up to her second knuckle. Dan let out a sigh as she did this.

"Is that hurting you, my dear?" Tatiana was solicitous. "I do not want to hurt you."

"On the contrary. It feels good." Dan was obviously enjoying the sensation. "Please, move it in and out while you are stroking my cock."

Tatiana complied and Dan's response was an pronounced sigh. "More!" Dan almost pleaded.

Tatiana now applied herself to the task with vigor, working her finger in and out in rhythm with her quickening strokes on Dan's cock.

"Do you know what I am thinking, Tatiana?" Dan asked that question in a rhetorical fashion. "I am thinking that I have a man putting his penis into my ass while another man is sucking on my cock. I can visualize that clearly."

"Is that good for you, Danillo." Tatiana asked with no little curiosity. "Is that good?"

"Oh, yes it is. It feels marvelous." Dan was becoming enraptured. "Don't stop!"

It took but a minute for Dan to climax but that was none too soon for Tatiana as her hands and arms were becoming fatigued working at those odd angles. Dan's abdominal muscles contracted in concert with his spasming penis and his semen spouted out of his dick and onto his stomach and chest. Tatiana found a hand towel on the floor and cleaned off her hands. Dan reached for the towel to clean his jizz off of himself but Tatiana stopped him. He knew what she wanted. Tatiana leaned across and licked every bit of Dan's cum off of him and swallowed it as if it were a delicacy- -which to her it was. 

" 'Etiquette?' " Dan asked with a smile.

"Yes, my Danillo....'Etiquette'. One should never leave a mess behind." Tatiana said slyly. "One should always 'clean up' after one's self." 

"Tell me, Tatiana. Do you think my fantasies are odd?" Dan was reluctant to pursue this line of questioning but knew he had to. "Do you think my dreaming of having sex with a man is perverted?"

"No, I don't. It is just another type of sex, as far as I'm concerned." Tatiana answered in her level, straight-forward manner. "If it makes you feel good then why would it be bad? Whom are you hurting by it?"

"Nobody, I suppose. It is just that I think that I should feel that those things aren't right." The conflict was obvious in Dan's voice. "I don't like to think I am gay but I do think sex with another man would be enjoyable. Sometimes I think I feel like a woman would feel when she desires a man. I just don't know." 

"Danillo, you like what you like; you feel what you feel; you ARE what you are." Tatiana was pressing her point. "Why should you be worried about how you THINK you should feel? Feel what you feel. Like what you like. If you don't know what you like, then experiment. That's what we've been doing isn't it?"

"I know, Tatiana. But what if I told you that I really feel like a woman? That I don't really feel like a man?" Dan almost had to force those words out. "It is so confusing to me!"

"Danillo, let me tell you something. I feel BOTH ways sometimes!" From the sound of her voice, Dan had a feeling he was about to hear a revelation. "I love sex with boys but lately I have been experimenting too"

She went on, "Do you remember that experience I shared with you about the girl at the fraternity party? Well, as chance would have it, I met that person again in the Student Union at school a couple of weeks later. We wound up next to each other at the coffee bar. She seemed a little embarrassed when she recognized me. She introduced herself to me: Darla is her name. Then she apologized for her actions at the party and said that she was sorry if she had made me uncomfortable. I told her that I wasn't angry with her, that things like that sometimes happen at parties, and that she shouldn't feel bad about it at all. Then she asked me if I would like to sit with her while we drank our coffee. I agreed to do that. Frankly, I was intrigued as to what possessed her to pull that stunt at the party and- -I have to admit it- -I found her to be attractive."

Tatiana shifted into a more comfortable sitting position on the bed, leaning against the pillows. Dan thought that it was fitting that Tatiana was naked while she was telling him her secrets.

Tatiana continued, "We sat a table and chatted. Darla told me that she had only been at the school since the beginning of the semester and was still trying to make friends. We came back to the subject of the party. She said that the party presented her a chance to meet new people but she got a little carried away with her drinking. She added that maybe it was just that she was away from home for the first time, or maybe it was because she was with new people who didn't really know her, or maybe the alcohol just freed her from her inhibitions, but she felt a little wild at the party. And then she said that when she saw me she just had the urge to kiss me and did so. She was very open about this and I was both a little uneasy and a little flattered. I tried to make her feel better by saying that my reaction to her kiss was more out of being taken off guard rather than feeling it unpleasurable. She brightened at this and thanked me at being so gracious. She had to go to class and our conversation ended.

"Two days later, I was back at the Student Union and who should be there? Yes, Darla. It turned out that we both had a break between classes at the same time. We both got some coffee and sat again at a table and continued our conversation. I told her about myself, my background, my studies. She didn't seem at all surprised when I told her I was Russian- -Can you imagine? She laughed at that, a charming and musical laugh. It occurred to me that I liked Darla and, maybe, she could be the one with whom I could 'experiment' but I was reluctant to broach that subject with her so soon. But she was on my mind.

"Over the next few weeks, we made a regular date of having coffee at the same time every day. We got to know each other well in that short period. One day, I invited her to visit me here at home just to meet my mother and see where I lived. We came up here to my room so I could show her where I did my studies and practiced my music. She seemed very interested. Then I asked her, 'Darla, do you remember the party? When you kissed me?' She said she did. And I said, 'Would you be troubled if we did that again? Now?' She didn't answer me with words but put her hand under my chin and drew my mouth toward hers. She gave me a long, passionate kiss using her tongue to tease my tongue inside my mouth. 'How was that?' she said, 'Would you like more?' I nodded my head and we embraced. Our bodies pressed together as we started kissing and caressing. I felt my- - how do you say? 'juices' begin to flow. It was exciting.

"She guided me over to the bed and we fell together onto it. That is when the frenzy began. We practically tore the clothes off of each other. In what seemed like an instant we were both naked on the bed and devouring each other with our lips, probing and massaging each other with our hands, and rubbing our bodies together. Darla went down on me, her lips and tongue ravaging my pussy and clitoris. I turned our position into a '69' and reciprocated with my mouth on her pussy and clitoris. I don't know how long it took- -it seemed like both hours and seconds- -but I climaxed as did she, not once but three times, that I could count. It was ecstasy. We have repeated that since, more than a few times.

"So, you see my Danillo, that if I hadn't been willing to try that, I would have missed out on a wonderful experience with a dear person, not to mention opening up a whole new area of sex for me. But, I had to be willing to take the chance."

Tatiana looked Dan straight in the eye. "My dear Danillo, don't you think that if I can take that chance, you can too? Don't you think that perhaps you MUST take that chance?"

It struck Dan that Tatiana was right. It was something he needed to explore but how should he do it?

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The school year wound down, Dan graduated from high-school, and he prepared to go away to college. His interest in things artistic made it imperative for him to leave his home town to go to school. He picked a college upstate in a fairly large city. It had a wonderful art and design department. He had interviewed with them in person. The dean liked Dan and thought he would do well at the school. 

But going away to school meant that he was leaving a lot behind. He would be leaving his mother for the first time in his life but she had brought Dan up to be independent and, other than the natural bond between mother and child, Dan felt equipped to be out on his own. For her part, Ayisha had no doubts that Dan could make his way in the world. Plus, Ayisha had invested well and had no problems supporting Dan financially while he was at school. Secretly, though, she did wonder how Dan's relationships and love life were faring. She suspected that there was something going on inside of him that he was unwilling to share with her but she trusted that he was level headed enough to find his own direction wherever it might lead him. She only hoped that if Dan was indeed gay, as she thought might be the case, he would have learned enough from her about the facts of life to keep him from doing anything to put his health at risk. 

And he wouldn't be seeing as much of Tatiana but, then, their sessions had tailed off- -no pun intended- -since Tatiana had developed an interest in Darla. Dan and Tatiana would still talk after his music lessons but their sexual experimentation had pretty come to an end. Dan had to resort to fantasy and plain old masturbation for his gratification. 

He would miss Ludmilla, too. She was a wonderful teacher but she was also a second mother to him in many ways. Dan's mother had a detached and clinical air about her, even when it came to her son. Ludmilla, on the other hand, expressed her emotions readily and lavished praise on Dan as well as providing him a sense of comfort. He had never shared deep secrets with her but he knew that Ludmilla had his best interest at heart and would help him in any way she could. He felt he could talk to her about anything, if he needed to.

Beyond that, Dan felt that he wouldn't miss his home town much and relished the idea of being in a new place and making new friends free from having to adhere to his adolescent stereotype.

Dan was at Ludmilla's working on one of his final violin lessons. He had studied the Beethoven piece for weeks and felt he had a grasp of it. As he played passages of it for Ludmilla, he could tell that she was proud of him not only for his talent and studious progress with his instrument but also for his developing into such a nice young man. The fact that her daughter was close to Dan only deepened her feelings for him.

"Danillo, my boy. You have come so far." Ludmilla's Russian accent was much more pronounced than Tatiana's and her English grammar was tortured sometimes but she communicated extremely well with Dan. "I remember only a couple years ago when you were struggling with the instrument. Now you have a fine knowledge of it now. I even feel you could play for an audience now."

Dan felt himself flush a little. And he felt a little sad. There wouldn't be many more times when he would spend time with Ludmilla. "Thank you Ludmilla. You are the best!"

"Danillo, may I ask you something?" Ludmilla went from happy to serious in an instant. "I have something I need to know from you." 

"Of course, Ludmilla. Go ahead." Dan put down his violin in its case along with the bow.

"Danillo....This may be hard to answer for you but....Danillo, how do you feel about Tatiana?" The mother's concern came out in her voice. "I know you have been close with her and...well...she and I have talked and I know you and she have had not just a platonic relationship. She tells me that the sex that you have had has been good and adventuresome and fun. But I need to know how you feel about her...for me, I need to know."

"Ludmilla, my dear teacher." Dan tried to sound adult about this. "I think a lot of Tatiana...by that I mean that I think highly of her. She is such a wonderful girl and so very good to me. I can't think of anyone with whom I would feel comfortable sharing the things that I have shared with her. I feel a little strange talking to you about our sexual experiences but she has told me that you and she are open about that and, if she isn't embarrassed about talking to you about it, then I suppose I shouldn't be either. You should be proud of her. You have taught her right. And she is a solid, reasonable young lady. I am very fond of her."

"But, Danillo, what I need to know...what I need to ask is....are you in love with her?" Ludmilla was intense with this question. "I do need to know that, Danillo."

"Oh, my. Am I in love with Tatiana? Ludmilla? Let me tell you." Ludmilla settled into her chair as if she were unsure whether my news would be good or bad. He went on, "I feel closer to Tatiana that I have felt with any other girl. But I can't say that I am in love with her. I think that if you asked her the same question she would answer it pretty much the same way. We have been close, and we have shared much, and she has been generous enough to share her body with me to help me understand my sexual feelings as well as my feelings about a lot of other things. Tatiana and I are friends, very special friends, but nevertheless just friends- -not lovers, not mates, not partners- -friends. I would do almost anything for her and I think the same is true from her standpoint. But Love? Special Love? I can't say that I do. I'm sorry if that hurts you."

Ludmilla sighed a deep sigh and spoke up, "My Danillo, I am so relieved. I was worried that you were caught up in some sort of infatuation with Tatiana. That would have been so sad if that were true. And I HAVE asker her the same question and I DID get the same answer- -not word for word but the same. I am glad that you are friends, that you have shared all of the things you have shared- -including your sexual adventures- -and I am so happy that you can remain friends without some unachievable expectations of 'Love'. My boy, you have made a mother very happy." Dan heard the front door open and heard Tatiana's voice call to her mother. "Mama, I am home. Is Danillo here?"

"Yes, my dear. We are in here." Ludmilla called back. "Come into the music room."

Tatiana appeared in the doorway and along with her was a gorgeous apparition of a woman. So, this was Darla? She was blonde and built and vivacious. She was the quintessential cheerleader. Curvy, bouncy, energetic, and all aglow. Dan could sense just looking at Tatiana together with Darla that they had something very special going for them.

Tatiana introduced Dan to Darla. Ludmilla had already met her and approved of her. And Ludmilla had also understood that Darla's visits upstairs with Tatiana were of the same variety as Dan's trips upstairs with Tatiana. 

"Mother, let me steal Danillo away from you. He and I and Darla need to talk for a bit." Tatiana motioned with her head for Dan to follow her and Darla out of the music room. "I'm sorry if I cut his lesson short but I think we do need to talk."

As Dan left the room, Ludmilla whispered to him so only he could hear, "Danillo, I am SO glad that you and Tatiana are good friends."

Dan followed Tatiana and Darla as they literally pranced up the stairs holding hands like pre-teen girls. They were certainly enjoying themselves.

When all three of them were in Tatiana's room, she closed the door, turned to Dan and said, "Danillo, Darla and I are in love. Can you believe it? We are so in love!" She leaned over and gave Darla a kiss on the cheek.

"I am so happy to hear that, Tatiana." Dan kept his composure but the revelation knocked him off balance inside. "You two surely do make a nice looking couple."

Dan was beginning to wonder if level headed Tatiana had taken leave of her senses. This wasn't like her at all. She always seemed so detached, down to earth, sensible yet now she was giggling like...well, like a girl! How odd!

"But Danillo, this is why we are glad you are here today. So we can tell you." Tatiana reached out and touched Dan's hand. "Really so we can show you. My friend, Danillo, we have shared so many things. Let us share this with you."

With that, Tatiana and Darla embraced each other and began to kiss- -a long, passionate, tongue filled kiss. This seemed to Dan to be a re-enactment of the experience that Tatiana had related to him when she and Darla had first had sex. And, indeed, it was. The only difference was that Dan was there to witness it and this seemed to stoke their passion even more. 

Dan hadn't visualized Darla as being so luscious so he was enthralled when Darla finally got naked- -with Tatiana's assistance. Darla was about 5'3" and something in the neighborhood of 120 to 125 lbs. She was nicely rounded: 34C breasts, a narrow waist, and 34" hips. When Tatiana removed Darla's bra, Dan was thoroughly impressed with her naked breasts. The were rounded, firm, and smooth with soft looking nipples. They jiggled easily but were far from being just fleshy. As Tatiana began to caress and suck on Darla's breasts, Darla's nipples shrank in size and be came erect. In a detached sense, Dan evaluated Darla as a art subject. She was pretty much near perfect.

Next to Darla, Tatiana seemed a bit squatty and certainly not as shapely. But Dan knew Tatiana's body well. He knew how sensuous she could be and how unselfish and giving she could be in love making. He got a demonstration of that- -in spades.




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 07



The two girls kissed, petted, prodded, probed, caressed, and massaged each other in practically every combination imaginable. The wound up on the bed naked and kissed each other from head to toe- -the mutual toe sucking was fascinating to Dan- -and finally fell into an enduring "69" position. Their mouths and tongues hungrily searched each others pussies simultaneously as they hugged each other asses, heads buried in each others crotches. Dan couldn't resist the urge to get up and take in this activity from several different vantage points. He actually got so close once that he could smell the fragrance of Darla's pussy as Tatiana serviced it with her tongue. It was a sight to behold, indeed!

Then Dan settled back in chair and watched as the two females continued with their love making. It became almost boring. He considered pulling out his cock and masturbating but thought better of it. He wasn't as much stimulated as he was interested in how things were proceeding. 

At length, Dan sensed that the girls were beginning to have a series of orgasms. Their bodies tensed and relaxed, they uttered sensuous moans, they grasped each other more closely, and they worked on each other's pussies with renewed vigor. He didn't time it but Dan was sure that there was probably ten minutes or so of uninterrupted serial orgasms. He was astounded.

Gradually, the girls rapture subsided. They relaxed, turned themselves right way around, and lay together in each others arms. They were both flushed pink and had a look of supreme satisfaction on their faces. They were totally unselfconscious lying there naked in front of him.

Tatiana was the first to speak. "There! You see, Danillo? Do you see how much a little experimentation can lead to? Wasn't that wonderful?"

"Yes, I see that completely, Tatiana. Thank you for sharing that with me. That was so special to witness. Thank you." Dan got up from his chair, walked over to the bed, leaned down and kissed Tatiana on the lips. He could taste Darla on them. He then kissed Darla on the lips and he could taste Tatiana's familiar flavor on Darla's lips. He felt sad as if something he once had was gone forever.

"I must go, Tatiana....Darla..." Dan said softly. "I really must go."

He reached out and touched his finger to Tatiana's lips as if to silence her. "Good bye, my good friend. I am so glad to have had a chance to see you...and to meet you, Darla. I shall be seeing you."

Dan walked out of the room, down the steps, and past Ludmilla's music room. He could see her in there studying a sheet of music, humming to herself, and conducting with her finger. She looked happy. He didn't want to interrupt her. He left through the font door closing it quietly once he was outside. 

He never went back.

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 08



Dan's first day at college was a shocker. As with all freshmen, he was required to live in a dorm for his first year, or at a fraternity. He wasn't big on the Frat idea so he took the luck of the draw on a dorm room. He was assigned to 3C on the top floor of the building and away from the stairs and elevator, not a bad location really. But finding the building and finding the room itself was a frenzy- -new kids all over the place lugging their belongings around trying get situated for the start of the school year. But he finally got to his room with his paucity of belongings. He traveled light: a duffel bag stuffed with clothes, his violin, and a suitcase with his miscellaneous items, art supplies, laptop computer, toiletries, and so forth. He figured what he hadn't taken with him he would ask his mother to send to him or just buy what he needed at school.

It was when he walked into Room 3C, however, that he got the shock. Seated on one of the beds was a boy, stark naked, with his legs spread apart, and between those legs was another boy also stark naked, kneeling, going down on the sitting boy. Dan just stood there with his mouth open but the fellow sitting on the bed acknowledged Dan's presence and with a wave of the hand directed Dan to the other bed on the opposite side of the room. Dan walked over and deposited his belongings on the bed and turned to witness the merry scene taking place behind him.

The kneeling boy was sucking the other boy's cock with unbridled enthusiasm. His head was bobbing up and down and his naked fanny was undulating in phase with his head. Up and down, up and down, up and down. The guy was like a machine. This activity went on for several minutes during which the sitting boy leaned back on his arms with a look of pleasure on his face and Dan just stood there mouth agape. Finally, the kneeling-boy stopped bobbing his head and held it very still, pressed down onto the organ of the sitting-boy. There was a "MMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMM" sound from sitting-boy and a gag/gurgle sound from kneeling-boy as sitting-boy achieved his orgasm. Once that part was over, kneeling-boy got up, grabbed his clothes off sitting-boy's bed, quickly dressed (Dan couldn't but help seeing kneeling-boys semi-erect, rather large cock as he did this), and left the room without saying a word. Sitting-boy laid back on his bed with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Hey, you're my new roomie! You've got to be....Dan? Right? I wasn't' expecting you until later this afternoon." Sitting-boy, now laying-boy, was in high spirits. He pointed to the now closed door to the room and said, "Hey, don't worry about him. He's just my old roomie from last year back for a visit."

The look on Dan's face, a combination of shock, disbelief, and curiosity registered with sitting-laying-boy. 

"Dude, don't worry about that. He just likes to suck my cock and...well....I just couldn't help but let him, you know?" He laughed lustily. "I know what you're thinking. No, it's not a requirement to do that to room with me."

"I'm relieved." Dan said evenly, trying not to betray his unsteadiness. "Well, I'm Dan. But it looks like you know that already."

"Yeah, I do. I got the word the other day. By the way, my name is Peter." He stuck out his hand from his reclined position. 

Dan reached out and shook it firmly and said, "That's an apt name, if you ask me."

Peter laughed again, that licentious laugh, "That's a good one, Dan. Not like I haven't heard it before. But I like it anyway."

Peter got up off the bed, slipped into his sweats, and started to give Dan some help getting situated. The room was small but laid out to give it as much space as two people needed. There were two beds in the room, two stand alone armoires against the wall at the foot of the bed, and two low dresser/desks beside the beds. There were lockable drawers, one in the armoire and one in the dresser/desk. Peter had put up a bookshelf over his bed but there was none over Dan's bed. The wall between the beds was mostly a large window and the space underneath the window accommodated a small table with two chairs.

"Dan, I hate to tell you this but, right out of the gate I think you need to understand: I 'entertain' a lot in this room." Peter took on a proprietary air. "I hope it won't be too much of an inconvenience for you but, inconvenience or not, I'm going to do it anyway. There's always the lounge downstairs, or the student union, or the library to use if you can't handle the traffic. Sorry."

Somehow Dan didn't believe that Peter was all that "sorry" but it did seem like he had squatting rights. "O.K., Peter, I will find a way to work around that." 

Little did Dan know that Peter would present more of a problem that he thought. 

Peter was a junior the college. He still lived in the dorm because he was Persona-non-grata to the fraternities. Something to do with setting off smoke bombs during pledge week that caused a bunch of pledges to head for the emergency room. The school didn't nail him for it but the frats all knew who did it and black-balled him. Peter didn't care. He was a happy-go-lucky guy, cutting a swath through college life, and absolutely enjoying himself. He was a Economics major whose plan was to parlay that knowledge into a mega-bucks career. He was lively, fun, and had a great way with the women (and some of the guys, too). He also got laid more than three people, from what Dan could tell. 

Dan launched into his studies. In addition to his "solids" he added art and design classes to his curriculum. He was busy with studies but he couldn't help but yearn for some "solid" sex, considering he had a fairly steady diet with Tatiana before he left for school.

Peter was more than happy to help. He introduced Dan to lots of girls. Most of them, though, were exactly the type that Dan had no interest in, the flighty, ditzy, self-absorbed ones. Peter had a lot of success sport-fucking with them but Dan wasn't just interested in sex- -he actually thought that having some sort of intellectual relationship was important. One or two of the girls were bright enough to attract him but the sex was not satisfying. He did have his share of orgasms (both from playing with the girls and from playing with himself) but there was something missing. One girl in particular, a sophomore psychology student, would give Dan a blow job at the drop of his pants but somehow his climax left him wanting more. Another played hard to get with Dan and, when he persisted in his lack of interest, she finally went to bed with him. It was straight sex, nothing spectacular. Dan didn't return for more. She thought Dan was gay. 

Now, Peter, as Dan had already seen, was pretty much "omni-sexual"- - if it had to do with sex, Peter was "up" for it- -so Peter introduced Dan to some friends who were either gay or bi-sexual. Dan didn't fancy the gay boys, they were just like the ditzy girls- -too flighty. His encounters with the bi-sexual boys were better because they were more masculine but they made no bones about liking sex with men as well as women. It was with one of these bi-sexuals that Dan had his first experience with anal sex. 

Remember, Tatiana hadn't been into anal sex herself but had played with Dan's asshole on occasion. But she had never really done any penis sized penetration with Dan- -no dildos, no cock sized objects. So, when Dan was confronted with a guy who wanted to have his ass fucked, Dan indulged him just for the novelty. This guy, Chad, was a sophomore who had his own apartment off campus. That made the escapade easier, not having to worry about some dorm mate barging in on them. 

The purpose of Dan's presence with Chad in his apartment was understood so, without much by way of preliminaries, Dan and Chad wound up on bed naked. Chad "assumed the position" on his knees and was stroking his cock when he handed Dan a condom said, "O.K. do it to me." So much for any "relationship".

Dan stroked his own cock into hardness, slipped on the condom, held Chad's butt cheeks in both hands, and poised his cock at the entry to Chad's anus. "C'mon, DO IT!" Chad was frantic.

Dan plunged his penis into Chad's ass. He wasn't gentle about it; he used one quick thrust. He met some resistance from Chad's sphincter but, it was apparent that Chad had done this more than once, his asshole was fairly relaxed. Still, after Dan had his cock into Chad, his asshole tightened snugly around Dan's hard cock. Dan pumped in and out, in and out.....He was surprised how smoothly his cock went in and out...He could only imagine that Chad and "pre-lubed" to make it easier. Chad continued to stroke his cock as Dan ass-fucked him and, from the sounds that Chad was making, he was thoroughly enjoying the experience. For his part, Dan felt good but not ecstatically excited. 

"Let me know when you're going to cum, dude." Chad grunted. 

But Dan wasn't any where near shooting his load- -he just wasn't that turned on. He kept pumping Chad's ass with vigor. 

Finally, Dan said, "Sorry, buddy. I'm just not getting there." 

A moment later, Chad jacked himself into an orgasm. His semen spouted out of his dick all over the sheets on the bed. It was a copious amount of cum, more than Dan had ever seen from himself. 

"O.K., dude, you can pull out now." Chad said breathlessly. 

Dan complied. His dick was still hard and covered with the condom. Fucking Chad's ass hadn't made him come but he knew that he needed to, he had too much cum worked up inside him. Dan just knelt there with his dick sticking out. 

"You didn't come yet?" Chad was astounded. "Dude, you need some help!"

With that, Chad reached out and slipped the condom off of Dan's penis, tossed the limp latex membrane onto the floor, and pushed Dan over onto his back. Then Chad proceeded to go down on Dan's cock. He took it deep into his mouth, all of the way to his throat. Then he pulled his mouth back so he could lick the shiny head and jacked away on Dan's shaft as he sucked. His hand was slippery from his own saliva on Dan's shaft and that made stroking Dan's cock more comfortable. Dan closed his eyes and savored the sensation. It didn't take but a minute more for Dan to shoot his wad. It all went into Chad's mouth and Chad swallowed it, every drop- -not a bit escaped his lips. Chad kept his mouth on Dan's cock until it went flaccid again.

"Dude! "That was a load and a half!" Chad seemed impressed as he licked his lips. "You needed to come, big time!" 

"Yeah, I guess I did." Chad answered without enthusiasm. "I guess I did."

Leaving Chad on the bed to clean up his own jizz on the sheets, Dan got up, put his clothes on, and left almost forgetting to thank Chad for his hospitality. Dan had gotten off but real sexual satisfaction was eluding him.

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Dan met Dana in his second semester in his "Introduction to Advanced Design" class. She was tall and willowy brunette. Dan was 5'10"; Dana was 5'9". Dan was going on 20 and still a freshman and Dana was 23 and a junior. They pretty much saw eye to eye, literally, intellectually and (as Dan was to find out) sexually. She had long dancer's legs, narrow hips, a trim waist, but had a gorgeous looking chest. Her face was pretty, not drop-dead gorgeous by any stretch, but pretty with big eyes, a thin nose, and full lips- -her complexion was creamy white. Dan was stunned the first time he saw her, and he wasn't easily stunned. In a lot of respects she wasn't much better looking than a lot of the other girls on campus but she had a manner about her that was, in a word, attractive. Dana was calm but enthusiastic, intelligent but not pedantic, serious but quick to laugh, a leader but not domineering. Dan was smitten.

They began to date- -actually, formally date- -dinners and movies, trips to the museums, attending concerts, everything but meeting the parents. They took the time to find out about each other, their backgrounds, their likes and their dislikes, their interests. It turns out that both were interested in music and art- -and, of course, design. They made a good couple- -their names even matched.

They didn't get "intimate" for many weeks. There was some kissing and petting but no sex of any sort. Dan had to satisfy himself by masturbating; he didn't want to play the field while he was seeing Dana.

Inevitably, though, it came time to have sex. Dan was nervous as he sat on her couch with her but he knew that sex was going to take place that night- -he just knew it. 

And he was right.

There was the obligatory preliminary kissing and petting but it was clear that passions were on the rise. Dan's hands roamed to Dana's breasts and massaged them through her blouse and bra. She had firm, full breasts with tiny nipples that he could feel becoming erect through the material of her clothes. He summoned up all of his experience and gently began to tease and tweak them while plying Dana's lips with his kisses, the kind where his tongue and her tongue were alternately in each other's mouths. He could feel him self getting very hot and his cock becoming very hard.

Dana disengaged, slipped off the couch to her knees, and unbuckled Dan's pants. She unbuttoned them and unzipped his fly seemingly with one motion. His cock leaped through the opening in the front of his boxers fully erect. Dana had that effect on him. Dana proceeded to give Dan a millennium class blow job. It's not like Dan hadn't had his cock sucked before- -by men and women- -but this experience was in an entirely different category. How different could one blow job be from another? After all, the mechanics were pretty much the same from one to another. But this seemed to be an experience that he had never had before. Her hands were firm around his shaft, her lips were soft, and her mouth was warm- -warmer than he remembered ever having experienced before. His cock filled her mouth but she didn't seem to strain at all getting it all of the way in- -her nose was up against the fabric of his boxers pressing on his stomach. She massaged, and stroked, and sucked, and tongued, and twisted her head to get a better angle on his penis, and pressed her body as close to his as she could as she did these things. 

She took a long time. She sped up and slowed down and rested. Her rhythm was regular but, to use a musical term, sometime syncopated. Her throat pulsed as she hummed to send vibrations into his phallus. That resonated all of the way into Dan's abdomen. At long last, Dan could feel himself beginning to come. He shot once into her mouth, and then she pulled back and let his semen shoot onto her face and lips and all over her hand which was still gripping his shaft. She swallowed what was in her mouth, licked her lips, and then licked both her hand and Dan's cock to clean up the semen there. She used the palm of her hand to wipe the rest of Dan's cum from her face and then licked her hand and fingers clean. With a smile, she stood up, leaned over, and gave Dan a kiss on the lips sliding her tongue between them. Dan could taste his own semen on her tongue and on her lips. He dick got stiff once more and he felt like he was just about ready to come again.

Dan moved to pull Dana back down on the couch. His intention was to lay her down, strip her clothes off of her, and fuck her brains out. This didn't happen. 

She resisted Dan's move and patted him on the face. "I think that's enough for right now, Dan my dear." Her tone was affirmative and made Dan not want to try to contradict her. Who knows? Maybe she was having her period and didn't want to talk about it. Besides, they would have more time to work on that.

Over the next couple of weeks whenever Dan and Dana got together, this scenario repeated itself almost without variation. Dan was certainly achieving satisfaction but felt a little helpless that Dana wouldn't let him have regular sex with her. 

That day was coming, too.

They were on the couch again, beginning to initiate the making-out/blow-job sequence when Dana spoke up, "Dan, I'd like you to do something for me. Indulge me a little." 

Dana's request was serious but not ominous. "It is a little fantasy that I've had."

By this time, Dan was pretty much ready to do anything that would break out of their routine sex play. Plus, he thought this might actually lead to his being able to properly fuck Dana. 

"Yes, Dana. If I can." Dan's answer was mild and compliant.

"Come here with me." Dana led him by the hand from the couch to the bedroom.

(Dan thought, "Things are looking up!")

"Dan, you are such a beautiful man! Did you know that?" Dana was being flattering and seductive both. "You have such wonderful features, smooth skin, lithe manner. Let me do something."

She didn't wait for answer but began to unclothe Dan. She did it slowly and sensuously, teasing his shirt over his head massaging his chest while she was doing it; undoing his pants and pulling them down over his hips and down his legs; removing his shoes and socks while caressing his ankles and feet. Dan enjoyed the sensation and his dick did too for it became almost immediately erect once his pants and underwear were off.

Dana sat Dan down on a small chair that was in front of her dresser. She opened a drawer, reached inside, and pulled out a make-up kit. Dan began to feel a little twitchy but was good to his word let her indulge her fantasy. 

Dana made up Dan's face- -the whole nine yards: foundation, blush, eye liner, mascara, eyebrow pencil, and lipstick. Dan's Asian heritage left him without much facial hair- -hardly any at all and so the make-up went on easily and looked wonderful once it was on. Also, Dan's hair was long, down to his collar; she didn't need to put a wig on him to complete the look. But as it was, he was transformed from a good looking youthful boy to a very sexy looking woman. He was astounded as he looked in the mirror; Dana was pleased. 

"Now the rest!" Dana said as she brought out some woman's clothes from the closet. They were her clothes but her size and Dan's size weren't that much different. Her clothes should fit Dan- -and they did. She picked out a floral dress, a padded bra, panties, and leather thongs. Once they were on, the project was complete. Dan, much to his surprise and much to Dana's glee, looked for all the world like "She". 

"O.K., now. Let's go out!" Dana was eager to display Dan to the world with his new look.

They drove down to the local shopping mall and (what else?) shopped. Dana chatted with Dan as if he were one of her girlfriends. It was only slightly different than the way they usually conversed. She was a little more particular in her observations about this person or that person, this outfit or that outfit etc. Dan found that he didn't mind this as that was the way his mind usually worked too, but he rarely had an opportunity to talk that way with the people he was with. He remembered that he and Tatiana would have conversations like that but certainly not with anyone else, especially the guys he hung around with.

The experience was delightfully freeing for Dan. He enjoyed seeing himself in feminine clothes and he felt good wearing them- -natural. He felt like he could relax and not have to keep up any sort of masculine posture. And it answered a question that had been in the back of his mind, unexpressed but there nevertheless. He wondered why he always felt a little out of place wearing men's clothes. He swayed his hips as he walked, used his hands when he talked, and generally acted like a girl. It was delicious. 

Dana was enjoying it too. It wasn't just because it was her achievement but she was thrilled that Dan was enjoying himself. Her mind ran with the possibilities.

When they returned to Dana's apartment from their outing, they fell into bed together fully clothed. They began their love making by undressing each other. First, Dana removed Dan's garments and then Dan began to work on Dana's.




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 08



He was naked as he removed Dana's blouse and bra. Her breasts were every bit as gorgeous as he imagined them to be. They were rounded globes with small taut nipples. He could tell that she had breast augmentation for her breasts were a little too firm to be natural- -but it was an expert job. He slipped off her shoes and tossed them on the floor. her feet were beautiful, smooth and shapely with a perfect pedicure. He unbuttoned her slacks and tried to tug them down but they were a little tight. Dana stood up by the bed, turned away, and finished the job herself. She was down to her thong which accentuated the beautiful contours of her fanny. She slipped out of the thong, flung it into the corner, and turned around to display her cock to Dan.

Now, I mentioned that Dan was not easily disconcerted but he was NOW disconcerted big time! Here he was looking at this luscious creature of a girlfriend only to find out that she had a cock. He couldn't help but notice that it was a nice looking cock, medium size as it hung there flaccid, circumcised, symmetrically shaped, with a smooth scrotum underneath, standing out all the more because she was completely shaven. 

How could he say "she" now that he had seen that "she" was a "he". Somehow, though, "she" was a "she" to him. It occurred to him that just because she had a cock it didn't make her any less feminine in his eyes. In fact, just because he had dressed up in woman's clothes and went on a romp with his girlfriend make him any less masculine- -or, did it? He decided not to worry about the seeming complexities of the situation. He decided then and there just to enjoy it. (Thank you Tatiana!)

Dana stood there naked with her cock hanging out holding her breath. She knew she had taken a risk, a calculated risk from what she believed she knew about Dan, but a risk nevertheless. It could have gone so horribly wrong but, from what she saw on Dan's face, it had gone sublimely right.

Dana plopped down on the bed next to Dan. They embraced, both of them still in their make-up. Their kisses were doubly passionate now, partly from the relief of the tension of the moment but also from the realization that the would now be having uninhibited sex with each other. 

Their hands searched each other's bodies, feeling all of the contours, nooks, and crannies which Dana had reluctantly denied Dan and visa versa. All of the stops were out now!

Dan reached down and put his had around Dana's penis just to feel it, in a way to verify that it was really there. Then he felt it begin to grow in his hand. Dana was getting a hard-on. He began to stroke it up and down to encourage its tumescence and it responded. It became hard and thick. He could feel its head swell. He must possess it. He rolled Dana onto her back, spread her legs apart, and knelt down between them. He leaned forward and, for the first time in his life, put a penis into his mouth. It was a delicious feeling for him as his lips closed over its swollen head. He sensed the warmth against his lips and tongue as it went farther into his mouth. It was as if he was being served a gourmet delicacy. It made his mouth water. 

He had been given enough blow jobs to know what to do. He gave Dana's penis the same treatment that Mr. Clarinet, Tatiana, the ditzy girl, Chad, and Dana herself- -among others- -had given his. He replicated every bit of those. He swallowed Dana's cock, deep into his throat and held it there. When he felt his gag reflex begin to activate, he suppressed it and continued to try to swallow Dana's cock. The contractions of his throat muscles around the penis stimulated it even more and, in fact, enhanced his own pleasure. He never understood before that there was a pleasure center in his throat but there was. Of course there was! How else to explain the pleasure of swallowing warm soup or cold ice cream? Those would transmit pleasure to one's body. Well, having Dana's cock in his throat sent a warm glow coursing through his body all the way to his loins.

He cupped Dana's scrotum in one hand and squeezed gently. She reacted by thrusting her hips which slid her dick in and out of his throat. He repeated that and so did Dana. Before long, Dana was fucking Dan's throat just like it was a moist pussy. Dan did not mind in the least. It felt wonderful to him. Minutes passed as this continued all the while building passion between Dan's legs. 

Dana came in a rush spurting her cum into Dan's throat as he swallowed. It had that warm soup feeling and almost caused him to come along with Dana. But he resisted until the last of the semen had come from her cock and down to his stomach. He pulled his mouth off of Dana's softening phallus, gazed up at her, and smiled.

"Oh, Dana! I had no idea....NO idea...it could be that good." Dan was near breathless.

"Dan, Dan, Dan....I knew....I DID!" Dana seemed joyous. "How could I keep that experience from you? I just couldn't!"

Dan moved up on the bed and lay himself down next to Dana. His arm went across her chest as he leaned over and gave her another long kiss. He wondered if she could taste her own juices on his lips the way he tasted his own on her lips.

"Dana, I don't think there was any way you could. This was just meant to be."

The fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 09



Dan and Dana kept up appearances in public. Dana was thoroughly accustomed to womanhood and had absolutely no difficulty continuing in that role. Dan, on the other hand, was new to his cross-dressing life. He maintained his straight male persona during school days and when he was in the dorm but, when he was with Dana at her place, he made it a habit of dressing up. It wasn't just wearing girls clothes. He fixed his face, coifed his hair, polished his toenails, and made sure his legs and face were hairless. But he did not do his finger nails as those would have been to conspicuous in public and it was too much of a pain in the ass to do each time he was at Dana's just to have to remove the polish the next morning.

Dan finally began to feel comfortable with himself. All the years growing up he had a nagging feeling that he just didn't quite fit in. He wasn't entirely uncomfortable being a boy he just didn't like "boy" things. Testosterone driven activities left him cold. He coldn't tolerate guys "out-macho'ing" each other, he wasn't a sports fan, he didn't like going out and carousing with "the guys", the concept of "sport-fucking" seemed repulsive. He did, however, enjoy womens' things: fashion, art, music, and conversation. He didn't cotton to frivolous, air-headed girls but he did respect and feel comfortable with women who had substance of character. 

He discovered that "sex for the sake of sex" wasn't his credo. He had sex with women and sex with men; he had sex with straight women, homosexual men, and bi-sexual men, and- -if you counted Tatiana in her latest stage- -a bi-sexual woman. He had auto-sex, genital sex, oral sex, and (giving only) anal sex. And now he had sex with a transsexual man. Frankly, his latest experience was the most satisfying. Why was that?

As has already been stated, he really didn't like conventional sex with girls, mainly because girls were...well....girls, mostly air-headed and ditzy. He had enjoyed sex with Tatiana because she wasn't your conventional female and because sex with her was, to be sure, unconventional. Tatiana had a way of pleasing him and their experimentation added to his fund of experience. Their brush with digital anal sex and masturbation helped with his fantasy sex life. Plus, Tatiana had taught Dan how to sustain an erection and how to go down on her; both things pleasured her and would pleasure other women too. Dan relished their time together. But for everything there is a season. 

Even though other people may have thought so, he didn't see himself as gay and sex with gay men didn't do much for him, other than allow him to give him relief from semen build-up. Besides, flaming gay guys were too flamboyant for him and too much like ditzy girls. Sure, there were gay men who were reserved and intellectual but there was still something about being exclusively gay that blunted sexual passion in him. He had often fantasized about having sex with a straight man but the "macho" factor interfered. If only there were some middle ground, a man who was like a woman. Well? That pretty much described Dana, didn't it?

So, He and Dana fell into a relationship of understanding, affection, and sex. Dana, herself having had transition from living as a man to living as a woman, help Dan with innumerable details involved in his change. Dana told him how she began to question her sexual identity in high-school and took steps to create a new life for her almost immediately after. With her, this entailed counseling while she began to dress and live as a female, medical supervision as she took hormones to soften her appearance and voice, and ultimately plastic surgery for her breast implants. She has opted not to have her penis and testicles removed- -that was a little too drastic for her- -but, other than that, she felt of herself completely as a woman. Oddly, though, Dana told Dan that she enjoyed sex with women as well as men but it was on a different footing participating in it as a woman- - a transsexual woman. 

Dan learned quickly. His wardrobe expanded with Dana's help and he became more and more comfortable in indulging in his female mannerisms with her coaching. When they went out together as women, they didn't stay near the college. Their excursions were to other parts of the city or to the suburbs. Dan found that people didn't see them as unusual, just a couple of statuesque females out together doing whatever there was to do: dining, shopping, movies, etc. Neither had the urge to flirt but They frequently got hit on by guys. They played off of these advances as most girls would, they made it clear that they weren't interested. To Dan, though, it felt especially wicked putting some guy off; it gave him a sense of independence- -and power. 

They loved experimenting with their sex life. After that first session in bed that culminated in Dan giving Dana a blow job, Dan learned that reciprocation was possible. Mutual cock sucking was extremely pleasurable. On occasion, Dana expressed a predilection for anal sex which Dan could fulfill without qualm, owing to his previous experience with Chad. One night, though, Dana broached the subject of anal sex with Dan, I.e., Dan being the recipient of her organ up his ass. 

"Dan, Darling. You know there's something we haven't tried yet." Dana was not at all pushy, just affirmative. "You've had anal sex with me but not the other way around. Would you like to try?"

Dan wondered when this subject would come up. He didn't dread it but he was curious as to how they would go about it. 

"Dana, I suppose we should. After all, we have shared lots of things together. Why not that?" Dan was trying not to be reluctant but, to be honest, he had to add, "But I've never really had that done to me before. I'm not sure what to expect."

Dan did remember his little session with Tatiana but rightly guessed there was a big difference between having Tatiana's finger tip in his ass versus Dana's entire cock.

"My Dear, you have nothing to fear. I will make it as pleasurable as I can." Dana said in a seductive voice. "First, though, we have to get naked!" The latter she said with enthusiasm and excitement.

It didn't take long for both of them to shed their clothes and hop onto the bed. Dana asked Dan to lie on his back and to let her take the lead. Dan trusted Dana by now and was completely willing to put himself in her hands.

Dana began by massaging Dan's body from foot to neck and back again. Her hands were firm as she kneaded Dan's muscles in his calves, thighs, and abdomen. She took care not to stroke his penis, which was almost a tease to Dan. But as she began to work on Dan's chest, shoulders and arms, Dan could feel his cock starting to become erect. Dana reached off of the bed into her nightstand and came up with a bottle of lotion and began to apply it to Dan's body in the same manner as her initial massage. The lotion was faintly aromatic, not strongly perfumed at all; it went on cold but warmed a bit as Dana worked it into his skin. Once Dana had completed her lotioning on Dan's front, she asked him to roll over on his stomach. As before, she smoothed the lotion onto the back of Dan's legs, his buttocks, his back and his shoulders and worked it with firm massage. 

Dana applied an extra amount off lotion onto Dan's buttocks and rubbed it in with both hands in large circles which gradually became smaller and smaller until she was concentrating on his butt cheeks near the crack in his ass. She squirted a couple of dollops right into his crack and began using her fingers to make sure it was getting all the way down inside. 

Dan felt the sensation of fingers probing the crack in his ass and flirting with his asshole. It tickled some but was exciting too. Then he felt a single finger press firmly against his anus and begin to insert itself. His sphincter tightened and he heard Dana suggest to him that he relax and let it happen. He did his best. Before long, the lotioned finger was all of the way into his ass. Dana held it there for a minute and then withdrew it almost all of the way. Dan felt another squirt of lotion right on his asshole this time and then felt Dana's begin to move in and out slowly and gently. It didn't take him long to get used to his and he relaxed some more trying to enjoy the feeling.

Dana withdrew her finger all of the way, administered another squirt of lotion, and then began to ply Dan's ass with two fingers. They slid in more easily that her initial single digit probe and, before long, Dan was experiencing a two finger ass fuck albeit very slow and very gentle.

Dana leaned forward and whispered in Dan's ear, "Dan, Dear. You're doing fine. Stay relaxed, O.K.?" 

Dan nodded his head and then felt Dana remove her fingers. He felt Dana move around on the bed and then felt her hands on the back of his legs as she gently but firmly nudged his legs apart. Then there was the pressure of her body against him and he became aware of her penis probing his ass just as she had done with her fingers. 

She WAS gentle. The entry of her cock into his ass was smooth and gradual but before he knew it he could feel that it was all of the way inside him. It gave him a full feeling as if he were ready for a bowel movement but not as urgent and far more pleasurable. Dana began to pump her dick slowly in and out of his ass using her arms on either side of his body for support, In and out- -slowly- -in and out- -a little deeper- -in and out- -with a little more force. The action of her prick against his anus sent waves of pleasure up through his bowels and he could feel it rub against his prostate which caused his own prick to stiffen. Dana moved her hands so they were under the front of Dan's hips and pulled him up to where he was in a kneeling position. With this, Dan really felt the size and motion of Dana's cock in him. He began to rock back and forth in opposition to Dana's thrusts. The real fucking had begun. 

Dan had never felt anything like this before. It was sweetly painful but the sensations all turned into pleasure the more Dana fucked him. He stepped up his cadence and so did Dana. He could feel the force of Dana's body ramming her cock into him, the pounding of her abdomen against the cheeks of his ass, and her scrotum slapping against the back of his scrotum. It felt like his prostate was being squeezed, again and again, which combined with the other sensations to create waves pleasure into his abdomen, his cock and- -in fact- -throughout his body. He was beginning to think he couldn't take much more of it when Dana re-doubled her efforts. That put him to the edge of rapture.

He felt Dana's cock swell inside of him and was aware of warm liquid shooting inside of him. It made Dana's cock slippery and allowed it to move in and out more easily and more quickly. Dana fucked away even faster. Dan knew he was going to pass out any minute.

And then, abruptly, Dana pulled her prick out of his ass all at once. It just slid right out. After having it in there for so long plunging in and out, its removal was almost a shock but one which had a pleasure all of its own. No sooner than he felt Dana's cock was out, Dan knew he was going to come. He moaned and reached in front of him with his right hand and began to jack away at his own dick. Dana quickly slid over onto her back, thrust her head between his legs, under his balls, and gripped his thighs with both hands. She forced Dan's hips down so that his cock as right against her lips. As she opened her mouth, Dan unloaded on her. His warm semen shot from his dick right into her mouth and onto her face. It sprayed so much it ran down her cheeks and onto the sheets. Dana pulled Dan closer to her and made sure that the head of his cock was in her mouth for the follow-up ejaculations. She didn't miss a drop of those. Dan finally stopped shooting and held himself there for a moment savoring the relief of his climax and then, with a sigh, rolled over onto his back. 

He looked down at Dana who was still on her back using her hand to spread the cum from her cheeks onto her lips and lick it into her mouth. She made "yummy" sounds as did this and took care that she didn't lose much of Dan's jizz. Once she had done the best she could, Dana scooted up to where she was lying next to Dan. She rolled onto her side, put her arm across Dan's chest and said,

"Darling Dan, how was that for your first time? Good?" She literally purred that sentence.

"Dana...Dana...Dana....I had NO idea it would be like that. It was wonderful." Dan said in exhaustion. "YOU were wonderful!" 

Well, that pretty much broke the last sexual barrier for Dan- -or so he thought. At least it did between him and Dana.

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Peter was beginning to be a problem. Dan and he had pretty much gotten along O.K., other than Peter's having incessant visits from his sex pals. It got so Dan could hardly inhabit the room with Peter. It was this girl or that girl, occasionally this guy and that guy, coming- -no pun intended- -by for a romp. Peter wasn't bashful at all about his escapades. Just like the first day Dan had met him, Peter wasn't shy about having sex with Dan in the room. A couple of times Dan tried to be accommodating and work while Peter was getting his cock sucked but regular sex created much more of a disturbance so Dan had to leave the room. They tried putting up a clothesline in the middle of the room and draping it with bedspreads to create some privacy but that didn't really solve the problem. 

It's not that Peter wasn't helpful to Dan. Peter did, after all, fix Dan up with more than a few dates. But the constant traffic was pushing Dan to distraction. On top of that, Peter began to tease Dan about his long hair and even spotted Dan's polished toenails and was giving him grief about that. But the last straw is when Peter began sniffing around Dana.

Peter and Dana had classes in the same building on campus. Dana was in advanced art and design and Peter was taking a "dumbbell" art appreciation course just to complete requirements. But Peter did have an eye for beauty and, not surprisingly, spotted Dana who was most certainly beautiful. 

Peter was a smooth talker. He chatted her up, tried to get her to go to coffee, made sure he "bumped into her" when they were in the same vicinity, and generally made a nuisance of himself. It got worse when Peter discovered that Dan knew Dana and, in fact, had been dating her. Peter pestered Dan about Dana: What were her likes? Dislikes? Had Dan been "getting any"? and so forth. Dan played off of this and merely said that it was none of Peter's business. But Peter kept pressing. He played the "all I have done for you" card and tried to coerce Dan into giving him a shot at Dana too. Dan was getting exasperated. 

One day, Dan found the solution. Had asked to borrow Peter's laptop computer because his was acting up and needed a major clean-up and re-install of programs. Peter was O.K. with that. He trusted Dan. Plus, his personal files were password protected so he wasn't worried about those being broken into. He didn't allow for Dan's intelligence. Dan divined Peter's password (can you imagine Peter not having a password like "fellatio"?) and browsed through some files. He found what he needed.

Dana had been complaining to Dan about Peter. She knew Peter was Dan's dorm mate and thought Dan should be able to deflect Peter's effort on her behalf. Dan explained to Dana that Peter wasn't very "deflectable" when it came to chasing pussy. He got a lot of it and wanted more. He really was a "sport fucker". 

But once Dan got what he needed from Peter's computer, he put a plan into action.

"Dana, I think I have a way to cure Mr. Peter's obsession with you." Dan sounded conspiratorial. "What I'd like you to do is to give him the real 'come-on'. He'll ask you to come up to the dorm room. Accept it. Just make sure you tell me when. O.K."

Dana agreed and a couple of days later she told Dan that she and Peter were going to "get together" at 3:00 PM in the dorm. 

"O.K. Dana. Now you know he's going to put the make on you right out of the box." Dan was sure this would be the scenario. "So, go along with him just enough to have him get you sitting on the bed. I'm guessing that'll take about five minutes. Then I'll walk in and take over. O.K.?"

Dana agreed.

Two days later, Dan waited on the ground floor of the dorm while Dana went up to 3C. He gave himself five minutes and then followed her up to the room. He opened the door and found that his calculations were correct. Dana was sitting on Peter's bed with Peter sitting next to her trying to get in a little smooching.

"Peter! Hold on there, Peter!" Dan said as he abruptly entered the room. "I can't believe you're trying to put the make on my girlfriend!"

"Hey, Dude! All's fair in love and war, as they say." Peter was his usual smart-aleck self. "You wanna watch? Like before?" Peter laughed his licentious laugh.

"No, Peter. I don't want to 'watch'. But I'd like to participate." Dan was assertive which took Peter aback. "Let's do a little 'threesome'. How about it, Peter?"

"No way, buddy! You go find your own." Peter was incensed.

"Peter, I think we ARE going to have a threesome. Here's the deal." Dan sat down on the chair, reached into his pocket, and produced a piece of paper, and handed it to Peter.

As Peter unfolded it, he saw that it was a copy of an e-mail, one that he had written to his brother a couple of years ago. He knew right away that this was going to be trouble.

"O.K., Peter. This is how it's going to be. And if you don't follow along, I'm going to make sure that e-mail gets into the hands of the college administration and into the hands of the local police. Understand?"

Peter abjectly nodded his head.

Dan instructed Peter to get naked- -totally naked- -and get down on his knees in front of Dana. Then he told Dana to take her clothes off and sit down on the bed. Both of them complied. It wasn't until the last piece of Dana's clothing was removed that Peter realized that Dana was different- -she had a cock! Dan disrobed also. 

"O.K. Peter. You're going to go down on Dana's dick. Right now." Peter began to command Peter.

Peter seemed to hesitate but Dan waved the copy of the e-mail at him and that was the decider for Peter. He leaned forward, grasped Dana's prick and began to massage it into hardness. He lowered his head and took Dana's cock into his mouth and began to suck away. 

"Peter! On all fours!" Dan barked out this order and Peter complied. He put his hands on the floor while he continued to suck on Dana's now totally erect penis. 

While this was going on, Dan had begun to stroke his penis to get it hard. Having finally achieved that, he knelt down behind Peter, spread Peter's butt cheeks, and spit on his hand, rubbed his hard cock, and unceremoniously rammed his cock into Peter's ass. There was some resistance but it went all of the way inside as Dan drove it forward. Peter emitted a loud grunt as Dan's stiff dick penetrated him. It didn't sound like an expression of pleasure. Dan began to pump away on Peter's ass which got only marginally easier as he continued. Peter's grunts were in rhythm with Dan's thrusting. 

"Keep sucking on that dick, Peter! Don't stop!" Dan's orders were firm and sharp.

Peter kept gulping away on Dana's cock, the slurping sounds interspersed with his grunting. 

Dan looked up and saw Dana's face. She had a look of wonderment and pleasure. Dan winked and smiled. "Baby, this is fun isn't it" He saw Dana blow him a kiss.

"Take your mouth of off her cock, Peter! Look back at me!" Dan snapped.

Peter interrupted his cock sucking and did what he was told. When he turned to look at Dan, he was blinded by the flash of a camera. Dan was taking pictures his cock in Peter's ass, and Peter kneeling with an erect phallus in front of his face.




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 09



"Back to work, 'Dude', NOW!" Dan said in a "don't slack off" tone of voice.

Dan took some more stills of Peter sucking cock, and off his own cock sliding in and out of Peter's ass. He clicked the digital camera into video mode and shot about a minute of their 'menage'. 

"Dana, don't worry. I don't have your face in the picture." Dan was reassuring. "No one will know it's you. For all any one will know, Peter is getting fucked in the ass by his boyfriend while sucking a transexual's cock."

Dan started to hear Peter's slurping turn into a gurgle. He looked at Dana and could tell that she was coming.

"Don't spill a drop, Peter. Not a drop." Dan instructed Peter as if he were a bad child. "Swallow it all down."

As Peter was complying with this, Dan felt that he was about to come. He shot part of his load right into Peter's ass, pulled out, and deposited the rest of it on his back. He got video of this.

Dan got up, reached over, grabbed a pillow off of Peter's bed, and removed the pillowcase. He used it to wipe off his cock and, with mock courtesy, cleaned his semen off of Peters back.

He stood up and said, "I think that pretty much takes care of things here. Peter, you can put your clothes back on, if you want."

Dan and Dana both got back into their clothes but Peter just dropped onto the bed, face up. He looked beaten and exhausted. But his penis was fully erect. 

"You're going to have to take care of that yourself, Peter." Dan said calmly as he and Dana started to leave the room. 

"Oh, and don't for get, Peter," Dan said emphatically, "No more of your crap! Do you understand?"

Peter nodded in silent affirmation as his hand reached over and began to jack himself off. Dan and Dana left the room without waiting for the aftermath of Peter's masturbation.

"Dan! What in the world?" Dana was flabbergasted as the walked down the hall to leave the dorm. "How did you manage that?"

"Not difficult, my dear. Not difficult at all." Dan was triumphant. 

"What was in that e-mail that could cow Peter so completely. I have to know!" Dana was more than curious. She would have been furious if she didn't find out.

"Nothing much, Dana" Dan began to expound. "You see, Peter was involved in an incident a couple of years ago during pledge week. He set off some smoke bombs as a prank but it went bad. There was some panic and some people got hurt, nothing really serious except some scrapes, bruises, hurt feelings and- -well, one boy broke his wrist. But nobody could ever pin it on Peter. They kind of knew he was behind it but there wasn't any proof of it. Well, I found an e-mail Peter sent to his brother bragging about what happened. It is a virtual confession of responsibility for that event. The frats and the college would love to have that e-mail. Peter would be of school and no doubt there would be some litigation. I knew Peter would do anything to keep that e-mail a secret.

"Also, Peter fancies himself a cocksman. He loves to fuck the girls and loves to get blow jobs from both the girls and the boys. He certainly woldn't want it known that he got fucked in the ass while giving a blow job to a transsexual. That would dampen his reputation considerably. 

"So you see, we killed a number of birds with one stone: We got Peter off your back; he's not going to pester you for a date anymore. We got Peter off of my back; he's going to be more considerate about my dorm room time. He isn't about to try to 'out' either of us now. Our secrets are safe as long as we want them to be, as least from the likes of Peter. In fact, I think Peter will be very compliant and subdued in the future. And, I think, we've given Mr. Peter a lesson that will serve him in good stead the rest of his life."

"And what would that lesson be?" Dana queried Dan.

"Be careful who you're trying to fuck with. They just might be able to fuck you back!" Dan was gleeful. "In this case, literally!"

He and Dana enjoyed a good laugh. 



Taste of True Friendship Ch. 10



Dan finished up the school year making excellent grades. Instead of going home for the summer he got a job as an intern, with Dana's help, at a local garment manufacturer helping with textile design. Dana worked for the same company but in the pattern making end of the business. Dana had worked there for the two summers before and had learned several of the jobs in both the design and manufacturing facets of the business.

In going to work, Dan made a bold decision. He was going to work there as a woman. Both he and Dana had little doubt that he could pull it off. He looked exceptionally good as a woman, was soft spoken, and had a woman's eye for the business. He would be perfect.

But.....but......the question came up: What about his name? Of course, management had to know Dan's real name for payroll, tax withholding, social security, and other legal purposes but that didn't need to be shared with the employees of the company at large. Dana was able to make sure that Dan's secret was secure as far as the Human Resources folks were concerned. Still, Dan had to have a woman's name. "Dana" wouldn't do, that was already "taken". "Diane"? "Danielle"? "Danica"? None of those appealed to Dan. It needed to be different but not so different that he wouldn't recognize it. 

He settled on "Tanya". It did have a "Dan" sort of sound but added a different and definitely feminine sound. Besides, Dan remembered with fondness that Tatiana's mother would often call her "Tanya", a Russian diminutive of "Tatiana". He thought it was fitting that he use that, to remember Tatiana if nothing else. Dan certainly had to be grateful to Tatiana for setting him off on the path of sexual adventure by encouraging him to have fun and to be open minded. Where it not for that, who could tell where he would have been at this point in his life?

So that is how "Dan" became "Tanya" 

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Dan took a week off in the middle of the summer and went home to visit his mother. He had kept up a pretty steady flow of e-mails to her along with regular phone calls but he hadn't seen her at all since the previous September. Most of his communication was pretty general, talking about this class or that, this teacher or that, some school event or another. He hadn't really gotten into his social life- -let alone his love life- -and he certainly hadn't talked about his budding transvestitism. There were some things that were better discussed in person. 

Dan felt a need to tell his mother about what had been happening to him. Even though they had been close, Dan had never really bared his soul to her. While she was a loving mother, she was still very objective and clinical about her son's development. Ayisha- -being both a mother and a father to Dan- -was good at giving instructions, directions, and criticism but not quite as good at dispensing sympathy and emotional support, at least as Dan saw it. This was odd seeing as how she was a nurse by profession. But that fact may have been the key: She was a professional care giver who of necessity had to be emotionally detached from her patients while at the same time being able to offer them comfort. And more than that, Ayisha had grown up self-reliant. The tough environment of her childhood demanded that be self-determined, striving, and persistent. Her volleyball experience, her nursing education, her military service, and her nursing/administrative career fostered these qualities as well. So, while Ayisha loved her son, she tried to inculcate these values in him. There was motherly concern but not a great deal of motherly softness.

Dan had learned much of these things from his mother but he realized that he was his own person. He felt that he was more reflective, more emotionally sensitive, more attuned to art and philosophy than his mother- -at least from what he observed of her. So, talking to Ayisha about his deepest feelings was difficult. Still, he felt he owed it to his mother to give her an insight into what was happening to him.

The morning after he arrived home, Dan and Ayisha were having coffee. It was a Saturday so they had plenty of time to catch up on things. Dan talked around a lot of topics, pretty much like he did in his e-mails and phone calls. He didn't dwell on anything important was none too specific even then. Ayisha finally got to the point in a rather direct way, a technique she doubtless developed in the military.

"Danillo, you have to tell me what's really going on up there at school." Ayisha leveled a stern gaze at him. "You can't con a con. I've been there, remember?"

Dan knew she was right. One doesn't go through four years of college, especially being a jock- -or the female equivalent- -without having had some experience with extracurricular activities. 

"Well, like what? I mean....what do you mean? Going on?" Dan was evasive, not wanting to get right into the meat of things.

"O.K., Dan. Things like drinking, drugs, and dating." Again she was direct. "I know you're doing well with your studies. I see your grades. That's the easy part. You are a smart boy. It's the rest that I need to know about. C'mon. Tell me. Who is 'she', and you know who I mean."

Dan thought "Uh-oh" someone has been talking to her. And why the special inflection on "she"? He had a feeling that he had better tell the truth or really get busted.

"O.K., Mom. Listen. I've got something to tell you about that. Just don't get upset or jump to any conclusions- -Well, maybe you will jump a little but don't get upset. O.K.?"

Dan felt his mother become tense. Maybe he was a bit to ominous in his tone. He didn't want her to be upset or concerned but he said that in a very concerned way. That was poor form.

"Well, look. I haven't been drinking. You know I never have liked that. And I don't do drugs. You know they've always scared me. But I've been seeing a girl named Dana. She's going to be a senior this coming semester and she's very much into fashion, art, music, and things like that. And she's wonderful but.....but....She's different. And she's helped me with some things too and helped me to find out how I fit in." Dan went from direct back to beating around the bush.

"So your're having sex? Is that it?" Ayisha was getting more direct. "That's no big thing, my dear. I'd be surprised if you weren't having sex!"

"So, Mom. I said Dana's different." Dan knew he had to get it out. "She's not just a girl. She's actually a guy---I mean she's a guy who's a girl. But she's more of a woman than most of the girls I have met there. You'd have to meet her to know what I'm talking about."

"Thank you for being honest about that, Dan." Ayisha didn't seem ruffled at all. As a matter of fact she seemed more relaxed, as if the truth was less of a shock than a recognized lie would be. "In this day and age, that's not so strange. You're certainly broadening your experience at school!" 

Dan was a somewhat taken off guard at his mother's lack of reaction but he felt a safer now, "And there's more. I've discovered, or at least I think I have, why I've always felt so different. It's not because I'm part black, part Asian, and part European- -in fact that has never bothered me at all. And it's not because I was raised by my mother alone- -that's hardly uncommon. It is because I've never felt comfortable in my skin. And Dana has helped me a lot with that, too." 

Dan stopped short of telling her that he felt more comfortable as a woman than as a man. Maybe letting it out a little at a time would be the better tactic. 

"I can understand that, really." Ayisha mellowed a little. "Let me tell you about a couple of my experiences"

She told him about her first year away at college when she found herself if an entirely different environment than the one in which she grew up. Instead of having to contend with the "hood" and all of its dangers, she had to learn to deal with college elitists- -not only scholastically but athletically. She was smart enough and physically gifted enough to do both but emotionally she missed her old friends. She gravitated toward her volleyball team mates. There was a lot of esprit' in the group and they had a common goal. On top of that, they got to see each other naked in the showers after practice. Ayisha had to admit that a couple of the girls turned her on and, sure enough, one of them gave her a tumble. 

Candy was a tall white girl brought up in one of the best of neighborhoods around, had all of the advantages in school, and played volleyball like a demon. Ayisha had never met anyone more competitive, unless it was Ayisha herself. They became good friends. What the hell- -they became lovers. They spent as much time together as they could and, after their first year, managed to room together. Ayisha was taking courses to prepare herself for nursing; Candy was taking courses to become an athletic trainer and coach. Many of their classes were the same for the first two years and they helped each other out with studying and tests. They both did well academically. 

Athletically? Well, their team won their conference three years in a row, went all the way to the quarter finals two years, and actually won the national championship in their third year. Their fourth year was a catastrophe because they had lost too many skilled seniors. It was a rebuilding year with only Candy and Ayisha as the stars. Still, Candy and Ayisha were stood out and tied for the conference player of the year that final year.

Ayisha was frank with Dan about sex. She and Candy had a fabulous sex life. When they weren't studying or practicing volleyball, they were in bed with their bodies entwined in passion. Without being too graphic, Ayisha intimated that using a dildo, alternating as the male partner, was their favorite- -aside from mutual cunnilingus. 

But Candy was very butch and Ayisha was very feminine, outside of the bedroom. After they graduated, Candy went on to coach a women's team in another state and, of course, Ayisha pursued her nursing career in the military. 

And then Ayisha began to talk of Danillo's father. There was more to the story than just her falling in love with an exotic politico in another country. Part of Ayisha's mission when she was in Reynaldo's country was to coordinate military medical services with the local government. This included working with the local authorities to deal with the venereal disease problem among the prostitutes in the town outside of the military base. Reynaldo had connections in this area; in fact, he was pretty much the czar of the sex trade. She needed his help to enforce the mandatory monthly health check-ups for the hookers. He wanted some "quid pro quo" for his involvement and the "quid" for the "quo" was Ayisha. 

Now, Ayisha up to this point was pretty much only into lesbian sex. That is not to say that she hadn't had sex with men- -notably, a few of her college's basketball players and, after getting into the military, one or two discreet affairs with fellow officers- -but she really preferred women. There were several women in the military with whom she had relations but she found, once she was there, that she really enjoyed having sex with local Asian women and indulged herself whenever she could.- -again discreetly. 

Reynaldo knew of this- -he controlled the lesbian prostitutes as well as the straight ones- -and he used this to his advantage with Ayisha. When he approached Ayisha with the proposition that she have sex with him in exchange for not "blowing the whistle" on her, she struck a bargain: That she would have sex with him if he agreed to direct the prostitutes under his control- -which meant virtually all of them- -to comply with the military's health checks. Otherwise, she would do her best to make sure that the base commander would restrict all of the servicemen to the base because of the health risks. This would cut heavily into his sex trade and consequently his income. She was confident that she could do this because she had, in fact, had a lesbian affair with the base commander's wife and could use that as leverage to get him to comply. This was also why she was not worried about having the lesbian "whistle" blown on her- -she was easily able to have that overlooked by her commander. 

So, there was reciprocal "quid pro quo" involved. It worked like a charm.

Ayisha had an ulterior motive, though. She wanted to get pregnant. And she wanted her child's father to be a remarkable specimen. Reynaldo filled the bill. He was a physically desirable man, he had book smarts and street smarts, and he was a fabulous lover. He was so good it almost made her forget about her lesbian side. He was so good that she even acceded on occasion to giving him blow jobs, something that was not high on her list of sexual activities. There wasn't much sexually that Reynaldo wouldn't do with her. And the fact that Ayisha loved having sex with women worked in his favor. More than once he enjoyed having a menage a'trois: Ayisha, another woman and one man- -HIM! Reynaldo also had broad tastes, namely with men, but those were fairly well confined to his getting blow jobs from some of his male prostitutes. He didn't go in for anal sex, with men that is. 

Things worked pretty much as Ayisha had planned. She got pregnant, wound up having to resign her military commission, and began a new life back in the USA. In an odd twist of fate, though, Reynaldo did not live long enough to see the child of their relationship. He was killed in a coup--actually more of a gangland hit- -shortly after Ayisha had left his country. But Reynaldo, albeit a tough warlord, had a heart. When Ayisha left carrying his child, he vowed that she should want for nothing. He put a large portion of his money into a trust fund- -several million dollars- -with Ayisha and child as beneficiaries. Ayisha found out about this only after Reynaldo had been killed. 

Indeed, Ayisha wanted for nothing but she did not rely on the trust fund. She was too independent and self-determined to do that. She achieved her own success and allowed the trust fund to build up equity, compounding growth over the years. 

She revealed this to Danillo in their conversation: That at twenty-one years of age he would receive a monthly disbursement from the fund or, if he chose, he could leave it in the fund until he desired to begin making withdrawals. The yearly withdrawals were limited so as to prevent him from depleting it entirely. If Ayisha were to die, Danillo would become the sole beneficiary. It could not be willed or assigned by him to any other than his progeny. Reynaldo had assured that his child, his unknown, son would live comfortably. 

Danillo was astounded at his mother's revelations, especially about the trust fund. He knew he wanted to find a career to work in but it was comforting to know that he didn't have to.

He and his mother spent the day chatting, going out to lunch, taking in an exhibit at the local museum, playing a game of chess in the park, and having a nice supper at home. Being tired, he went to bed early.

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Dan woke up in the middle of the night. It was pitch black. He heard some noises in the house and wasn't sure what was going on. His mother lived in a very nice area and so he didn't really believe that anything bad was happening- -but one never knows.

He got out of bed, opened the door of his bedroom, and looked up and down the hallway outside. Nothing happening there. He walked down the hall toward his mother's room and saw that her door was ajar and there was light coming through a crack. As he got closer, he identified that the sounds were coming from her room. He went over to the door and peeked through the opening. He consciously stopped breathing so he wouldn't gasp.

The lights were on in his mother's bedroom and he could his mother naked on her bed. Even at 46 years of age his mother was a beautiful woman tall, slender, and toned. She was lying on her back, her arms behind her head, her legs bent, and spread apart. And there between her legs a white woman was kneeling, bent over with her face buried in his mothers crotch, her head moving up and down, clearly going down on his mothers pussy. Dan couldn't help but look, and look some more.

The white woman, a blonde, looked to be tall- -even though it was a difficult to tell with her being bent at the waist- -and seemed to be in athletically slim. The muscles of her arms were well definied as she held onto Ayisha's thighs while her tongue plied Ayisha's pussy. Dan could see his mother's face as she looked toward the ceiling. She seemed to be in the midst of rapture. Ayisha moved her arms from behind her head. She put one hand on the back of the blonde's head and used the other to massage her small but still firm breasts. She tweaked her nipples, first the left and then the right, as her lover continued her cunnilingus. 

Ayisha's body began to writhe and the blonde re-doubled her pussy licking efforts. Ayisha drew her legs up, spread them farther apart, and began to undulate her hips. Dan could hear her breathing quickened and become louder until Ayisha finally cried out in ecstasy. Dan could see that she was having an orgasm. And not just a small one but one that seemed to last minutes. Ayisha seemed to relax a bit but all the while her lover continued her mouth-to-pussy ministrations. And then Ayisha had another orgasm, relaxed for another few minutes, and had another after that. And the Ayisha finally settled her head back on the bed and said to her lover, "Enough...Enough!! Let me calm down. Please!"

The blonde straightened up, still kneeling between Ayisha's legs. Dan could see now that she was tall, probably six feet tall standing up, and that she had an overall firm body, with narrow hips, but very nice sized breasts- -probably 36 C's. She wasn't particularly pretty but not unattractive either. Her blonde hair was short, she wore no make up, and she did have a rather masculine look about her. As she knelt there, she massaged Ayisha's legs and inner thighs, soothing her as she came down from her orgasm.

Ayisha sat up, pulled her legs underneath her so that she was also kneeling face to face with the blonde, and began to kiss her partner on the lips. There was something so very sexy, Dan thought, seeing the blonde's white/white skin next to his mothers dark skin. It was reminiscent of the Taijitu, the classic Taoist yin/yang symbol. Ayisha began to stroke her partner's back and fanny as she kissed her and pulled her body closer to hers as the kissing became more passionate. Finally, Ayisha forced the blonde backwards so that she fell onto her back with her legs apart. Ayisha began to reciprocate by going down on her.

It didn't take Ayisha very long to bring her partner to an orgasm. One could only guess that the blonde had become increasingly hotter as she was licking away at Ayisha and that stimulation brought her close to the edge so that it didn't take much more to put her into ecstasy. 

But Ayisah didn't stop with that. After the blonde had somewhat settled down from her orgasm, Ayisha leaned over the side of the bed, produced a dildo attached to a pair of rubber panties, slipped them on, and then slipped the rubber organ into her partner's pussy. Ayisha fucked away like a champion. She literally had her lover crying with pleasure as she slid the phallus in and out of her vagina. And she wasn't gentle either. She was vigorous and forceful as she continued to ram the cock into her. Dan could tell that the blonde was having serial orgasms by the tensing of her body and the moans of pleasure. It didn't seem like Ayisha was ever going to stop.

At last, the blonde cried out, "Ayisha!! No more! No more! I can't take it."

Ayisha quick pumping and fell forward on her lover's body, embracing her, and kissing her face and lips. "Turn about's fair play, my dear. What's good for the goose is good for the goose!"




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The blonde embraced Ayisha too and they lay there quietly with the dildo still in her pussy. After about five minutes of this tenderness, Ayisha withdrew her "cock", took off the panties, and put them on the nightstand. She and the blonde then lay next to each other on the bed and went to sleep. 

Dan quietly backed away from the door and went back to his room. He thought of Tatiana and Darla and their love making. But, somehow, seeing his mother in bed with another woman- -and doing the things they did- -was much more of a turn-on for him than witnessing Tatiana's and Darla's romp. Much more of a turn-on.

Dan climbed back into bed and drifted off with those visions in his head.

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The next morning at breakfast Ayisha introduced Dan to Candy. Yes! That Candy! Ayisha's old volleyball team mate from college. 

Candy was in town on a summer recruiting trip looking for prospects for her volleyball team. She would make this trip once or twice a year and would usually see Ayisha on her visits. Ayisha said that she would also travel back to see Candy on occasion. This answered a question Dan had for a long time. Why his mother took those trips out of town. He had always assumed they had to do with work, nursing conferences or something like that but now he knew the real reason. He knew that his mother did have some boyfriends and dates. And he supposed that she had a healthy but discreet sex life. But now, it seems, she had more than one outlet. 

After the introduction and explanations, Ayisha looked at Candy and said, "Candy, Dan knows about you and me from college. I told him yesterday."

Then she looked at Dan and said, "And, Dan, I know that you had a little peek at our playtime last night. In fact, I arranged it that way. I just wanted you to know that your old mother still had some life in her. Besides, after that, what could you tell me that would shock me?"

"Not much, I guess." Dan answered, "Except....well....you two just sit there for a minute. I'll be right back."

Dan got up from the table, went into his room, and opened up his suitcase. Yes. The red blouse and the canary Capri pants. Oh, and the sandals. Exactly the thing!

Dan got dressed, made up his face, took his hair out of its ponytail, and went out to see his mother and her friend. 

The look on his mother's face was not to be described. It was part surprise, part shock, part amusement, and part pride. Surprise because, though she knew her son had been consorting with a transsexual, she hadn't guessed that he had taken up dressing as a woman. Shock because of how different Danillo looked all made up. Amusement because, while Dan had learned a lot about dressing as a woman, there was still much he needed to know about pulling it off completely. And pride because she truly was impressed at how good Dan looked as a woman. She knew he was a handsome boy but he really was a beauty as a woman.

The look in Candy's eye was pure lust. Being a lesbian, Candy was not very much impressed with good looking men but give her a beautiful woman to look at and she was immediately turned on. Ayisha, seeing that look, re-thought her idea about Dan not knowing how to pull it off. If he could get Candy's motor running then he was making a very convincing appearance as a woman.

"Mother, I just didn't know of any other way to get this across to you so you'd understand. I'm beginning to feel a lot more comfortable as a woman than as a man. Dana has helped me with all of that seeing has how she has already had to go through that. I hope you understand."

Ayisha looked at him with a look of love that only a mother could give. "Yes, my dear boy. I understand. How could I not? You are so special. Now you are even more special. And, I must say this, you do look fabulous!"

There was a laugh from Candy. It caught on with Ayisha. And, soon, Dan was laughing too. It was laugter born of relief and joy. 

The three spent the day together, all the time Dan dressed as a woman. They went out to lunch, did some shopping, took in a movie, and had dinner. Nobody batted an eyelash at seeing three women out together, other than they might have thought one of them looked a little butch- -and that would have been Candy!

When they got home, Dan went to bed. Ayisha and Candy retired to Ayisha's room.

It was pitch black in his room when Dan heard the door open. The lights were off in the hallway so he couldn't see who it was that came into his room. He felt the covers being pulled off of him and felt a hand probe through the fly in his pajamas to find his cock. The hand began to massage his penis and it didn't take long for it to get hard. He felt a pair of lips enfold the head of his dick and suck it into the mouth behind them. The hand continued to stroke his cock as the lips, tongue, and mouth worked to bring him to full erection. In a few minutes he was ready to shoot his load and he did so into the waiting mouth. Not a drop spilled out. The mouth and lips held his cock inside them until the last of his semen was drained and his cock began to soften. The head, mouth, and lips pulled away and the hand gently inserted his penis back inside his pajamas. He felt a slight pat on his tummy. And the person quietly left the room and shut the door. 

Dan never found out who that person was. It could have been Candy. But an avowed lesbian sucking his cock? Well it could be- -but not very likely. Then, there was that lusty look in here eyes that morning..... Well, the alternative had to be his mother! That sent chills up his spine. He had never, ever, given a thought of having sex of any kind with his mother. She wasn't exclusively lesbian so.....Well, what the hell! No matter who it was, it was a terrific blow job. 

The next morning at breakfast neither Ayisha or Candy even hinted that anything was out of the ordinary. Dan could only wonder. 

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To Be Continued...

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 11



When Dan returned to University Town he went to Dana's place. He had moved out of the dorm for the summer and, seeing as how he was going to be a sophomore in the coming school year, he wasn't required to live in the dorm anymore and wasn't planning on moving back. This was just as well for he thought that he had burned his bridges with Peter and, beside that, he wasn't ready for a dorm life given his new proclivity to dress up. 

But when got back to Dana's place, he found that he had another roommate beside Dana. Claudia was a friend of Dana's whom she had met through work. Claudia was a fashion model who did freelance work but was used a lot by Dana's company for catalog shoots. She was tall, very thin, with angular features, and with practically no boobs. But her proportions were almost ideal for the types of outfits that the company designed and marketed. At first sight, Dan thought that she might just be anorexic but he found out later that she had a hearty appetite for food- -and other things. She was just genetically an ectomorph with the metabolism of a humming bird. She was lively but flighty, not at all the dour, on-edge person she seemed to be in her modeling photos.

One of Claudia's many indulgences was sex. She wasn't bashful about it either. If she didn't have a partner, she preoccupied herself with masturbation. It was a little unnerving to be sitting on the couch with her and Dana and have Claudia begin to stimulate herself right in the middle of a TV program. When she did this, she had quick, short orgasms. But Dan's first experience with Claudia was anything but quick and short.

The very day Dan returned, with almost no break between Dana's introduction of him as Tanya- -Dan was dressed up when he arrived- -Claudia steered him into the bedroom. Dana watched this happen with some amusement; she knew Claudia well. In short order, Claudia proceeded to disrobe Tanya/Dan and lay him out on the bed. She wasn't a bit surprised that Tanya/Dan was really a boy instead of a girl and she went right to work ravishing his body. With Dan on his back, she stroked his cock into hardness and then mounted him. She was ready for him for his cock slipped into her moist pussy easily and, for a skinny girl, she had a spacious vagina. She rode Dan like a horse, sitting up and bucking back and forth so that Dan's penis contacted as much of her vagina and clitoris as was possible. At one point, Dan had to hold on to her hips lest she dislodge herself from their coitus. And she was moist! More than moist, she was flowing with liquid. The more she fucked Dan the wetter her pussy became until he could feel the liquid running down onto his abdomen, over his testicles, and down into the crack in his ass. She was almost hysterical with what seemed to be a constant orgasm.

She fell forward onto Dan's chest, still joined to him, and pressed herself close to him rubbing her tiny breasts against him as she wrapped her arms around him. Dan could see over her shoulder that Dana was standing next to the bed naked. He could see that Dana's nipples were tiny and taut and that she had a sizeable erection. Dana climbed up on the bed, knelt down behind Claudia with her knees between Dan's legs. She grasped her hard-on in one hand, aimed it at Claudia's ass, and quickly plunged her penis into Claudia's asshole. Dan felt Claudia tense as Dana's prick plunged in to her. She held on to Dan more tightly and emitted a moaning gasp as Dana began to pump her cock in and out of Claudia's ass. This ass fucking went smoothly because, in the same way Claudia's fluids had bathed Dan, they had made Claudia's pussy and ass slick and slippery. 

Dan could see Dana's face over Claudia's shoulder and could tell that Dana was enjoying this immensely. Her eyes were closed and her head was back as she rocked back and forth to push her penis in and out of Claudia's ass. The three of them got into a rhythm: Claudia bucking back and forth on Dan's penis as he alternately thrust his hips up and down while Claudia plunged he dick in and out. It was like a dance. 

Dan thought Claudia was at her peak while she was just fucking him but, when Dana got into the act, Claudia hit a new level of sexual frenzy. Dan was almost afraid that Claudia was going to hurt herself with the force and strain of two pricks in her body. But she kept on and so did Dana and so did Dan. 

Dan couldn't tell how long this lasted; it was certainly well over ten minutes. He was grateful that he had developed restraint in controlling his orgasms. He guessed an ordinary guy would have shot his load long ago but he was stiff and straight able to take all of Claudia's fucking. On the other hand, Dan could tell that Dana was beginning to flag and that she was close to having her own orgasm. Her thrusting slowed down and she held her tummy close to Claudia's butt longer with each in-stroke until she finally pressed herself against Claudia and held herself there. Dan sensed Dana's body quivering as she shot her load into Claudia's ass and could tell that Claudia was enjoying it happen. Claudia let out a low, long moan that came all the way from her stomach and gripped Dan so hard that he was having trouble breathing. He thought that this is what being in the coils of a boa constrictor must be like. And then he felt a gush of fluid come from Claudia's pussy drenching his stomach and running down between his legs. There was an aroma to it, not at all unpleasant. It was fragrant and herbal and Dan knew that it would be delicious were he able to taste it. 

Clauida paused only a moment after having her landmark orgasm and then pulled herself off of Dan. Dana, by this time, had gotten off the bed and was sitting in the bedside chair looking winded and spent. 

"My god, Tanya, you have the endurance of a long distance runner!" Claudia blurted out still panting. "You're a challenge to me now."

With that, Claudia turned herself around on the bed and threw her legs over Dan so that her pussy and ass were directly over his face. He could smell the fragrance of her cum mixed with the tang of Dana's semen. He reached up and pulled Claudia's hips down so that her crotch was directly on his face and began to lick away getting as much of the sweet liquid he could into his mouth. He had been right: It was delicious.

As Dan was engaged in doing this, Claudia began stroke Dan's cock with one hand while at the same time sucking on his organ and also manipulating her vagina and clitoris with her other hand. Dan was confronted with a slick pussy and asshole emitting indescribably tasty fluids and a dancing fingers flitting around his tongue while he was trying to taste them. He also was aware of Clauida's mouth, tongue, and hand giving his cock the royal treatment. 

He decided that it was time to bring this whole exercise to a close. He willed himself to come and it didn't take long. He shot a large load of semen into Claudia's mouth. He could hear her gag a little at the volume but this was followed by the conspicuously audible slurping down of his cum, accompanied by definite "yummy" sounds coming from Claudia's throat. His orgasm felt good but it was more of a relief than an ecstatic experience. But as a bonus, as Claudia swallowed his sperm, she came once again squirting her fluid all over his face and lips. He immediately lapped up as much of it as he could. He found himself wishing there was more.

Claudia rolled off of him and lay by his side with her feet still toward his head. She reached over and caressed his softening cock getting the last of his jizz of it with her fingers and then putting them to her mouth licked them off. Then her hand went down to her own pussy so she could probe it with her fingers. She repeated licking her fingers clean of the residuals of her own cum mixed with Dana's ejaculation. She seemed to be I heaven doing this emitting more "yummy" sounds as she completed her task.

As Dan got up off the bed, he leaned over and kissed Claudia on the lips. He used his tongue to lick away the last of her flavor. As he did this he looked up at Dana still sitting on the chair. She had a huge smile on her face. As Dan left to go to the bathroom and clean up, he leaned over and gave her a long, tongue filled kiss. She was purring. 

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Claudia stayed for several weeks while she worked on photo shoots for the garment manufacturer. During that time she, Dana, and Dan had sex with each other in various combinations. Sometimes it was Dana and Claudia, sometimes it was Dan and Claudia, sometimes it was Dan and Dana while Claudia watched and masturbated, and sometimes it was just Dan and Dana watching Claudia masturbate. The last was all to frequent. and, other than he had gotten used to it, Dan might have been embarrassed by her openness and frequency.

Claudia had masturbation down to an art. She used her fingers; she used her "toys", she used whatever might be at hand. She even got herself off one time with the spindle of a paper towel holder. She had a large collection of dildos. They were of various materials, shapes and sizes. Some were conventional rubber penises, some were colored plastic rods, and some were clear glass. She liked the glass ones a lot because she could heat them up in warm water; she said the warmth gave extra sensation to her orgasms. She had one or two electrical devices but she didn't use them often; she said the vibrations weren't "atuned" to her body rhythms. Dan learned a lot from her about the techniques of female masturbation. He filed them away for future reference.

Surprisingly, Claudia was not promiscuous while she was staying the him and Dana. She didn't go out on dates, didn't bring boys- -or girls- -home, and from what Dan could tell she didn't mess around at work. Claudia seemed perfectly content to have her sex life revolve around Dana, Dan and herself. 

Once Claudia had finished her modeling assignments, she left with some pleasant good-byes. Dan missed her and her exuberant love of sex. He would run into her again. 

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Dan sailed through the rest of the summer. He learned a lot about the garment business working at the company and he made some contacts that would serve him well in the future. He was becoming increasingly more comfortable in his female role. Nobody seemed to suspect that Tanya was actually Dan, or if they did they had to good graces not to mention it. The women at he company were especially accepting of him. They seemed to have no idea that he was different; they included him in all of their female activities; and they thought of him as a friend. Much of this may have been because they knew Tanya and Dana were friends. They got along well with Dana so they got along well with Tanya. There were many days when he hardly thought of "being in character" at work. He began to suspect that he naturally had a female disposition.

The following school year was a blur. He maintained his male persona at school while indulging his female self at home with Dana. He studied hard, excelled academically, and became regarded as an exceptional student, one who could mentor others. The girls at school were attracted to him and tried to get him to date them but he made it pretty clear that he and Dana were an "item". After a few attempts, most of them accepted that fact and enjoyed him as a nice male- -if somewhat effeminate- -fellow student.  

He had one or two close calls, though. One evening he and Dana were out in a neighboring down having dinner. Of course, he was dressed up. He had thick, straight, jet black, glossy hair which was down to his shoulders. He wore it in a pony tail at school- -which was not unfashionable for a boy- -and usually full length when he was dressed. Between that and the make-up it was hard to tell it was the same person. but this one night, in the restaurant, who should he see but Peter having dinner with one of his "girlfriends" (probably just to prime her for an evening of sex). Dan saw Peter staring at him with a lustful look, the one he would use on any good looking female. And that was just like Peter, looking around for another prospect while he was out on a date. Then Dan saw the expression on Peter's face change; he could tell Peter recognized that good looking girl he was looking at- -it was his old roomie Dan! 

Dan knew he had to steal the march on Peter. He got up, walked over to Peter's table, and began to flirt outrageously with him. 

"Hello, Peter. How nice to see you again!" Dan layed it on thick. "I haven't seen you since that last 'party' we had at the dorm." 

Dan was purposeful with that remark. He wanted to remind Peter that he still had the goods on him and that he should think carefully before starting anything. After all, Peter was now a senior and wouldn't want to jeopardize his standing at school just before graduating. 

"Well, Hello!" Peter knew he was stuck for a name and thought it better if he gave the impression that he barely remembered this "girl". "How have you been?"

"I'm fine Peter." Dan answered. And then addressing Peter's date, "Hi, I'm Tanya. Peter and I used to be in the same dorm together. That was a fun crowd there then. We had some good parties." 

Then he thought he'd do Peter a favor- -maybe out of a little bit of a guilty conscience, though he really felt that Peter got what he deserved.

"But don't worry, we used to just 'hang out'. There wasn't anything serious between us." Dan added, "I wasn't exactly Peter's type. You two have a good time now."

Dan walked back to his table and winked at Dana. She got the picture.

The second one was actually one of Dana's classmates who had been over to visit her to cram for a test. Dan was there at the apartment in his Tanya persona. He had his hair in a pony tail but was wearing make-up, earrings, with his nails done, and was dressed in a girly sweat outfit. They chatted while Dana got her material together and Dan hung out studying on his own while Dana and her friend did their test Q & A drill.

A few days later, Dan was at the student union in his male persona when this girl shouted to him from a distance, "Tanya!! Good to see you!" 

Dan did not react even though he was looking right at her. 

As she got closer, the girl said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I confused you with someone else. But you look an awful lot alike. Do you have a sister at the school?"

Dan was careful to keep his voice in his male range. "Excuse me? No, I'm sorry. I don't have a sister at all."

"Gee. I'm awfully sorry." The girl said. And then she began to come on to him. "But, you know? I remember her because she was so beautiful. And you, my dear, are as handsome as she was pretty. I suppose it was natural for me to confuse you two." 

Dan played off that. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment- -I think. But somehow I would hope that she is much, much more beautiful than I am handsome. I would hate to think that there is some poor girl running around who looks at all like me."

"You are being too modest." The girl said with a glint in her eye. "I'm a pretty good judge."

And then it happened. How fortunate! The girl began to rub her eye lid with her finger. 

Dan was solicitous. "Something wrong? Can I help?"

She responded still rubbing her eye and glancing upward, "No. It's my contact lens. It just de-focused itself." She continued to work to re-position her lens.

"Well, that must be it then. I suppose I could look like a lot of people through some foggy contacts." Dan laughed good naturedly. "Sorry I wasn't your friend."

"Yes, that could be. Well it was nice meeting you...even if it's only for the first time." The girl was still trying to get something going.

"Yes, thank you. But I have to get going. Class, you know." Dan moved away and took a deep breath after he turned. "Close one!" He said to himself.

He glanced back and saw the girl looking a little frustrated. He felt a little bad for her that he might have bruised her pride by not giving her a tumble but pretty as she was she wouldn't have any trouble picking up a guy. Where was Peter when he needed him!

Dan worked part-time during the school year. It didn't interfere much with his studies. In fact it actually helped him. He was in a work environment where design ideas were flying around like a flock of pigeons. And learning the business end of the trade was exciting as well. The only drawback was that he needed to be prepared to change from his male character to his female character on the fly. Right after his last class, he would drive away from school, change clothes in his car, put his make up on using the car mirror, and show up at work as Tanya. After work, he would go home and spend the evening with Dana- -just two girls being roommates.

Sex with Dana became more and more enjoyable. They got used to each other and learned exactly how to please one another and when to ease off and let sex be in the background. Her blow jobs were a delight and Dan even became more comfortable with Dana fucking him in the ass. She was gentle about it and made it enjoyable. As for Dana, she pretty much loved whatever Dan did with her sexually. Dan got to love giving Dana blow jobs and savoring the delicate taste of her semen. On top of that, theirs developed in to a loving relationship. There were well matched.

And then came graduation day. Dana graduated with honors as Dan expected she would. And, rather than having to cast about to find work, Dana found that she was besieged with recruiters wanting her to go to work for this company or that company. And this was in an industry that was notorious for demanding its novices to scratch and claw their way up the mountain. Working for the garment company, Dana had established an reputation and had made contacts. Her networking skills were superb. It was only natural that she would find herself moving up- -and out. 

Dan was devastated when Dana told him that she had accepted a job with a New York shop. She was moving right to the maelstrom that was the fashion industry and in the biggest marketplace there was. She offered to take Dan along with her but he declined. He had his own studies to finish and his own path to travel. She let him take up the lease on her apartment and he helped her pack up and get on the road back to New York. There was a tearful farewell and promises that they would stay in touch and see each other whenever they were in the same town together. Yes, perhaps he would travel back to see her. No, it wouldn't be soon. Yes, the would write and e-mail and call. No, she wouldn't have gobs of time to do that but she would do her best. In short, a chapter of his life was ending. 

Dan was dealing with that sadness really for the first time. He had felt a little sad at leaving his mother and his home and going off to college but that was offset by the excitement of being in school studying what he wanted to study, establishing himself in a new world, finding himself as he had with Dana's help. But this was different. He was going to have to learn to go it alone for real. He knew he was capable he just was sad to lose the relationship he had with Dana.

Dan continued to work at the garment company and had even gotten himself promoted into the department that created designs for fabrics. His artistic skills served him well as did his feeling for what was contemporary. He even got one or two of his swimsuit patterns accepted, but only after a little tinkering by the "old pros" They weren't about to give full credit to part-time person who was really less than a novice in the business. Still, it made him feel accepted.

He went home again that summer for a two-week stay with his mother. He had been home briefly at Christmas and during Spring Break but other than that he hadn't had much time with her. But the two weeks with her this summer proved to be the best time he could ever remember spending with his mother. 




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 11



They were on a new footing now. Though she had always tried to treat him as an adult while he was growing up, she still had that mother/son attitude toward him. Now she really did treat him like an adult. On top of that, she began to treat him like a peer- -a female peer. They stayed up late talking about everything: clothes, jobs, politics,....sex. And they went on excursions together, just a couple of girls, shopping, movies, museums, concerts, to the beach. Their relationship was deeper as mother/daughter than it had ever been as mother/son. 

There was no question in his mind that he had to make the break. He had to begin living totally as a woman. This half-and-half existence was becoming too wearing on him. The fear of "slipping up" haunted him to speak nothing of the logistics of having to support two wardrobes, change between school and job, and remember whether he knew someone from his male or female persona. Now that Dana was gone, prompting him to build a new life, and now that Peter had graduated and was off to make his millions, giving him nothing to fear from being "outed" by him, Dan felt he could make a start at living elusively as a woman. 

He went over his plan with his mother and she made some suggestions that she felt would help pave the way. One of the chief ones was to have him see a psychiatrist. This wasn't because she thought he was crazy or abnormal but because it would help document from a medical standpoint his desire to change his identity. Ayshia also suggested that Dan confer with a lawyer to make sure that nothing was missed in changing the necessary paperwork such as a legal name change, a driver's license, a passport, and things like that. Dan followed up on that and set out on the path to assume the identity of a woman.

It wasn't as easy as he thought. The whole process would take a long time but at least in the beginning, he found that he could functionally live as a woman: Work, go to school, and transact business without too much difficulty. Rather than irrevocably change his name, he found it useful to become "Dan AKA Tanya". This worked well in pretty much every area except for his Social Security and IRS records.

His visits with the psychiatrist were beneficial as well. He became more comfortable with the idea of himself as a woman from that standpoint. He began to understand that he wasn't weird or abnormal, just different- -a woman in a man's body. And, from a sexual standpoint, he became reconciled to the fact that as a woman he didn't necessarily need to avoid having sex with other women and that sex with men could include a wide spectrum of activity. He felt much better about the entire situation having had that counseling.

One thing that Dan decided was not to have any hormone therapy or radical surgery immediately. This was partly his own idea but was reinforced by his mother's advice and by his psychiatrists recommendations. For the near term, Dan would be able to deal with his testosterone urges, not enlarge his breasts, and keep his penis. His experience up to this time taught him that he could handle this state of affairs without difficulty. He thought it best to take things slowly and not to anything drastic.

When Dan went back to school in the fall, there was a new student on campus. Her name was Tanya.

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Tanya felt that the transition went well. Of course, at work there was no real change. Everyone there already accepted her as Tanya. It only took a few minor paperwork changes with Human Resources to fix things. At school, however, she ran into a few more difficulties. Although she was taking a different set of classes than the previous year, some of the professors had taught her during her previous two years. It took them some time to get used to an exotic looking female in their class where there had previously been a handsome dark haired boy. But, as time went on, they also accepted Tanya. They were more interested in her intellect, talent, and taste than whether or not she was male or female. Her fellow students were another matter.

As Dan, Tanya had developed some close relationships with fellow students. They respected him and relied on him for help in many different areas. But now that she was Tanya, their approach to her changed. Part of this was the fact that they knew that, underneath it all, she was still he. There was nothing she could do about that. Part of it was their being a little disoriented by having to call her by her new name and allow her to be a girl among girls. This extended to her use of the restroom facilities. The university had adjusted to this since Tanya had provided them documents from her doctor and her lawyer notifying them of her gender transition before the start of the school year. They observed their non-discriminatory policy toward trans-gendered individuals. Quite simply put, Tanya was afforded the use of the university facilities just as if she were physically a woman and treated in every other respect. The female students were at first a little leery but Tanya proved to be trustworthy. As she clearly took no prurient pleasure from the goings on in the female restrooms, they came to consider her just one of the girls. Tanya was definitely not on the make for women; nor was she particularly on the make for men. She just wanted to complete her college work and get on with life.

One of the girls did approach her. It was that friend of Dana's who had rightly pegged Tanya's Dan persona as being related to the woman she met at Dana's apartment. She seemed a little put off that, as Dan, Tanya had misled her into thinking he was not who the girl thought he was. It was done in a good natured way but behind it were hurt feelings that she had been conned.

"Foggy contacts my ass!" She said when she confronted Tanya. "How could you fool me liked that? Why the deceit?"

"Please forgive me. I didn't mean to be at all harmful." Tanya was abjectly apologetic. "I hope you can understand my position at the time. Not to ask for sympathy, but I was very worried about being found out. It just seemed to be the best thing to do at the time."

Tanya found out that the girl's name was Julie. Tanya wasn't sure if she had ever heard it before, as Dana may have introduced her only casually, or simply just forgot it. In any event, Tanya was profusely contrite. 

"Well, for what it's worth, Tanya, I still think you are an exceptionally beautiful woman." Julie was trying to be genuinely friendly now. "I agree with what you said whole heartedly, that 'she' would have to be much, much more beautiful than you were handsome and I thought you were particularly handsome as a man."

"You are too kind. You flatter me." Tanya said deferentially. "I can only hope that you can accept me as I am now."

"Oh, but I do!" Julie cried out. "I surely do!" 

There was sincerity in her voice. Tanya noted too that Julie had recalled almost word for word their previous conversation. That showed her that Julie was truly interested in Tanya. 

Tanya and Julie became friends. They met and talked frequently. Julie was a year ahead of Tanya in her courses but shared with Tanya everything that she was doing in school. Tanya amazed herself by knowing more about Julie's subject than Julie did herself. Julie was grateful to have Tanya's insights into her school work. 

Julie also talked incessantly about her different boyfriends. She was having typical female reactions to the boys she was dating. They were either too aggressive sexually or they were too preoccupied with "guy" things to fill her "girl" needs. She thought boys were fickle but they deflected that criticism by calling her, and all girls, fickle. Most boys had no sense of style, no sense of propriety, no sense of...well...sensitivity. Furthermore, she was bothered that she wasn't getting enough sex- - the kind that really made her feel good. All the boys wanted was a quick fuck or a fast blow job and then to either go to sleep or to be off carousing with their pals. Julie was just plain frustrated. 

Tanya, having had more than a little experience as a boy, lent a sympathetic ear and explained the facts of life to her. Boys were just boys. Testosterone did weird things to them, even weirder in its own way than what female hormones did to women. Boys at nineteen, twenty, or twenty-one years of age were hormonally out of control. That accounted for the brashness, the competitiveness, the insensitivity. Underneath it all, it was all about the male of the species trying to inseminate as many females as he could. The other stuff, the sensitive stuff, would come later- -usually but not always- -as the realities of fatherhood set in. Julie listened and understood- -intellectually- -but couldn't emotionally grasp the situation. Again, in a word, she was frustrated. 

Tanya and Julie were studying one night at Tanya's apartment, Dana's old place. Julie was having a hard time concentrating. She alternately fidgeted, daydreamed, or wandered about the apartment. She had no idea what they were trying to learn.

"Sit down over here, Julie." Tanya authoritatively patted the couch next to her. "Let's get down to business here. We only have so much time."

Julie sat down but didn't want to talk about color values or comparative media. She did, however, want to talk about perspective- -but not in an artistic sense.

"I am just plain frustrated!" Julie blurted out. (There's THAT word again, Tanya thought.) "I just can't understand him! (Tanya knew Julie was talking about her latest boyfriend.) I was with him before I came over here. I gave him a blow job and swallowed his cum (Julie was being blunt) but he wouldn't even think about reciprocating. Maybe I should have demanded that he go down on me before I gave him head!" 

Julie began to tear up. Tanya put her arm around Julie's shoulder and patted her. Julie needed some calming down or at least some stress relief.

"Julie, look at this way. You did what you wanted to do to him because you wanted to." Tanya began, "You wanted to please him with a blow job and you did. There's nothing you can do to get him to reciprocate. Just accept that. If you want some pleasure out of the deal, you're just going to have to find that on your own."

"What do you mean by that?" Julie stopped her tears and looked at Tanya. "How am I supposed to do that?" 

"Listen, Julie." Tanya started to lecture. "What do you suppose he does when he can't find someone like you to suck him off? He either finds a hooker or jacks himself off. It's not very complicated. He's not interested in a 'meaningful relationship'; he's not capable of it. He just wants to get his rocks off. Any semblance of 'going steady' with you or anyone else is merely a function of the regularity of his orgasms. If he isn't going to get the from you, he will get them somewhere else. That's it....game, set and match!"

"O.K. Julie. I have a little experience with this, trust me." Tanya continued, "What I'm saying is that your satisfaction is in your own hands- -LITERALLY! If he won't get you off, then you have to do it yourself or find someone who will."

"I'm not sure I get you, Tanya." Julie seemed lost. "What do you mean?"

"Well, for a start, sweetie," Tanya tried to be affirmative. "You DO masturbate? Don't you?"

"Well, I have sometimes." Julie seemed a little embarrassed. "But...well....not that much."

"And WHY is that?" Tanya kept up the inquisition. "C'mon, you can tell me!"

Julie blushed a little and looked down as she said, "I'm just not that good at it. When I'm alone, I keep thinking someone is going to walk in on me and find me doing 'that' and I get jumpy. I know that sounds funny. And I get self-conscious when I'm with a guy because, even though I know it would feel good, I think it would make him feel that he isn't fucking me right, or something like that."

"O.K., Julie. We're going to cure that- -right now!" Tanya had a plan in mind and needed to be assertive. "Show me!"

"Show you what? I'm not sure I get it." Again, Julie was confused.

"Julie, show me how you masturbate. That's pretty simple, isn't it?" Tanya tried to remain calm and clinical. "Look, if you can get yourself to masturbate in front of me, then you shouldn't have any trouble doing it alone or with somebody, right?"

"Well, I suppose so....but...." Julie looked as if she had something on her mind that was stopping her, "I'm just kinda not sure....."

Tanya thought she knew what the problem was. "Julie, is it that you're worried because I'm a guy? Or, is it that I'm just another person, man or woman, that would see you?"

"Well, kinda both, you know...." Julie was really blushing now.

"Sweetie, let me explain something." Tanya took her arm from around Julie's shoulders and took both of Julie's hands in hers. "In fact, I don't think I've ever explained this to anyone before like this. I feel like a woman. I know you know that I'm a boy underneath everything but, let me assure you, I have a woman's feelings about things- - and about you. I want you to experience the best of everything, especially sex. There have been people who helped me out with these things and I think I can help you our too.

"Just to share some things about me with you so you won't feel strange: I have had sex with women and I have had sex with men and I have had sex with myself. All of those feel wonderful but each has its own unique sensations. Someone urged me once not to judge something until I had experienced it. I took them at their word and it has made all of the difference to me. My only desire is for you to feel fulfilled- -not frustrated, like it seems you are now. If I can help with that, I'd love to...So, trust me. I won't do anything you don't want to do. You can go at your own pace. You can relax. I'm not on the make."

That last statement was not entirely true. It had been many weeks since Tanya had sex with a partner. After her change, the guys who knew she was really a guy avoided her and those that didn't soon got clued in by their friends. The girls considered Tanya to be a girl and sex was not on the agenda with them, mainly because they didn't want to get into a convoluted gender-bending lesbian situation. Tanya's own sex life had consisted mainly of masturbation and--well let's face it- -she found Julie attractive. But she also considered Julie a friend and didn't want to alienate her. 

It looked, though, like Tanya had convinced Julie to be adventuresome because she looked at Tanya, still with misty eyes, and said, "O.K. I'd like to try. What do I need to do?"

Tanya instructed Julie to lie back with her legs up on the couch and with her head on the pillow that was against the armrest. Tanya then unbuttoned the waist of Julie's jeans, undid the fly, inched them down over her hips, and finally, as Julie lifted her legs straight in the air, pulled them off completely. Julie was wearing a canary yellow thong that revealed her creamy smooth thighs and barely covered her pubic area. Tanya teased those off of her too. Julie was a honey blonde and her pubic hair was the same color. It was lush and curly but not so thick that Tanya couldn't see Julie's labia underneath. On top of that, as Julie's thong came off, Tanya became aware of a luscious scent emanating from Julie's pubic area. It was hard to describe but, if Tanya had to name it, she would have called it crushed roses.

"O.K., Julie. It's time to play now." Tanya said soothingly. "Go ahead and start."

"But....I.....I'm not sure." Julie was hesitant. "I don't know."

"That's all right, honey. Just close your eyes and let your hands find their way. You know what to do. Just think of yourself alone in your bedroom, no one at home, a quiet house......" Tanya made her voice soft and hypnotic. "That's right.....That's good...."

Julie's fingers began to comb through her pubic hair and work their way down between her legs. She spread her legs apart. Tanya could see that she had small, neat lips and, as Julie's fingers separated them, Tanya saw that Julie's pussy was delicately pink. Her clitoris small and nestled up under a fold of rosy skin. Her fingers played up and down her slot, penetrating her vagina only slightly, and became moist from the natural lubrication there. They moved up to her clitoris and rubbed the hood back and forth, around and around, and then back down to the opening to her pussy. Julie's hips began to undulate as she probed her pussy with her middle finger and her legs moved apart as she penetrated further. For a few minutes, she finger fucked herself each time forcing her finger deeper an deeper into her vagina.. Her fingers began to glisten with the moisture from inside her and, as she became more lubricated, she inserted two fingers even deeper inside herself. She was beginning to breathe heavily now, in rhythm with the thrusting of her hand. Her thumb made passes at her clitoris as she worked her hand and fingers more vigorously into herself. Her hips bucked more and her legs opened and closed in time with her finger banging.

By this time, Tanya had sat herself down on the floor beside the couch and stroked Julie's forehead and cheek while she masturbated. Julie sighed at this and, as she became more involved in her activity, the sigh became a low intermittent moan. At this, Tanya began to kiss Julie's cheek while she stroked her hair. There was more response from Julie. Her body tensed and relaxed and her moaning became more guttural and rhythmic. She was beginning to work herself into a frenzy of masturbation.

Tanya got up on her knees next to the couch, leaned over, and kissed Julie on the lips. At the same time, Tanya used her right hand to massage Julie's left breast through her t-shirt (she was wearing no bra) and pinch Julie's nipple, which by this time had become erect and sensitive. This seemed to drive Julie wild. Her whole body began to convulse and she redoubled her efforts fucking herself with her fingers. Her moans resonated through Tanya's lips as she pressed them firmly against Julie's. 

All at once, it seemed that Julie was going to lift herself off of the couch. Her body stiffened, she arched her back, her heels dug into the couch lifting her hips up, and she went into a spasm of ecstasy. Her moaning became more guttural and it seemed as if she were trying to force something out of her, almost like giving birth. Tanya was having a hard time trying to keep herself in contact with Julie, so violent were her movements. Julie held herself taut but still for a moment, emitted one loud cry of joy, settled back on the couch, and lay there panting. 

Julie began to cry softly, the tears ran down the side of her face. Tanya kissed them away, savoring their salty flavor, as she stroked Julie's brow. She kissed Julie's cheeks, lips, and forehead until Julie's breathing returned to nothing more than a sigh. 

Tanya whispered in Julie's ear, "There, there, my sweet. That was wonderful, wasn't it?"

Julie merely nodded, too spent to speak. 

Julie moved her hand away from her pussy and up to her tummy. She was about to use her t-shirt to wipe away the wetness when Tanya put her hand over Julie's. Tanya bent down and teasingly licked the moisture off Julie's fingers. It tasted delicious, as Tanya had suspected it would- -tangy but sweet. Tanya wound up licking Julie's hand clean.

Tanya moved her lips back up to Julie's and playfully nipped at them. In between pecks, Tanya cooed, "You see, Julie? You see how good it can be?"

Julie murmured inarticulately. Something like, "Mmmmmm....yesss....Oh! Mmmmmmm...." She couldn't help that because Tanya's kisses kept her from forming words. 

Once the afterglow of her orgasm subsided, Julie got up, slipped on her thong and jeans, and sat back down on the couch next to Tanya. 

There were still stars in Julie's eyes as she looked at Tanya and said, "Tanya. How could that have been so good? I don't understand. I've masturbated before but never, never had that happen like that. How in the world?"




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Tanya put her hand under Julie's chin and leaned into kiss her again. Practically touching Julie's lips with hers, Tanya whispered, "Julie, my sweet. You had that in you all the time. You are so beautiful. You just had to be ready to have it come out." And then Tanya kissed her tenderly.

Julie learned that day. And so did Tanya. 

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To Be Continued

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 12



The next time Julie came over to “study”, she had an entirely different attitude. Julie told Tanya that she had told her old boyfriend to get lost. Enough of his crap was enough. Julie had decided to take care of herself and let whom ever was attracted to her prove that they could reciprocate in satisfying her as well as she could satisfy them.

That didn’t stop Julie from having another “session” with Tanya, though. It was pretty much a repeat of their first encounter except this time there was no reluctance on Julie’s part and far more enthusiasm. This time, Julie got entirely naked before she began masturbating. She brought herself to orgasm quickly and then did it again. 

Tanya, for her part, was happy that Julie had found an outlet and was pleased that she could help her with it. It didn’t hurt that Tanya also enjoyed seeing Julie naked. She had a shapely body, on the slender side, with smallish breasts but she had a nicely shaped fanny and- -as has been noted- -an exquisite pussy. And, Tanya was a more involved in helping Julie this time, massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples, caressing her tummy, and kissing her lips as Julie plied her pussy with her fingers. Tanya even repeated the finger licking finale. Julie was ecstatic about that.

After Julie had come down from her orgasm, still lying naked on the couch. She looked at Tanya and asked, “What about you, Tanya?”

“What about me What?” Tanya answered her question with a question. 

“I mean….Do you still have….?” Julie was hesitant

“Yes, Julie. I still have a penis, if that’s what you’re asking.” Tanya said this matter of factly so there wouldn’t be misunderstanding.

“And….does it…..?” Again, Julie was being shy.

“Yes, Julie. I can still get an erection….no problem there.” Tanya was a little lighter with this comment.

“And….can you….?” Julie’s curiosity was almost palpable.

“Yes, Julie. I can use it, play with it, enjoy it, and have an orgasm.” Tanya was trying to be humorous now. “Yes, all of those things.”

“Can I……?” Julie looked almost hungry now.

Tanya reached over and took Julie’s hand and guided it down to her lap. “See for you self, my dear.”

Julie slid her hand inside of Tanya’s loose fitting sweat pants and reached around until she found Tanya’s penis. Julie had a look of surprise on her face as Tanya’s cock began to get hard the moment she touched it. She gave a little giggle and began to stroke it underneath Tanya’s pants. It got larger and harder- -naturally.

Julie got up on her knees on the couch and motioned for Tanya to do the same. Once in position, she pulled Tanya’s sweats down over her hips to reveal a rock hard phallus. Julie’s face turned bright red when she saw it and she actually licked her lips as she gazed at it. She gently traced its contours with her fingers and stopped at the head to give it a little squeeze. Tanya gave a little shudder of pleasure. 

Abruptly, Julie yanked Tanya’s sweats the rest of the way down to her knees, stood up, went behind Tanya, and finished tugging her sweat pants off of her legs. Tanya was kneeling on the couch, naked from the waist down, with her cock at attention obviously needing some servicing. Julie was more than happy to comply.

Julie got down on her knees by the couch, grabbed Tanya’s hips, and rotated them so that they were square to her with Tanya’s penis at the level of Julie’s face. Julie pulled Tanya toward her and at the same time opened her mouth to take Tanya’s cock into it. It was an odd angle but Julie managed to get most of Tanya’s stiff member into her mouth and, by bending her head forward, actually start to swallow it. She pulled Tanya’s hips toward her and then pushed them away which essentially caused Tanya to fuck Julie’s mouth. Each time Julie repeated this she took Tanya’s cock deeper until she had it entirely inside her mouth with the tip all of the way to the back of her throat. Her saliva coated Tanya’s prick making it slippery and easy to slide in and out. She was breathing through her nose as she worked the penis in and out, across her tongue, and down her throat. She gagged a little at the extreme insertion, the point at which the tip was all of the way into her throat and her nose was against Tanya’s abdomen. She controlled her gagging by swallowing and backing off somewhat. But then she forced the cock in again, and again, and again.

Tanya was enjoying the sensation of her cock in Julie’s mouth but delighted in Julie’s enthusiasm even more. She could tell that Julie was experienced at deepthroating as she bent to her task with vigor. “How in the world could any guy not love this?” Tanya thought. “Those poor, stupid, insensitive schmucks who would let her do this to them and not love her back! That was a crime!”

Tanya allowed Julie to enjoy her throat fucking for a few minutes and then Tanya allowed herself to come. As soon as Julie sensed that Tanya was going to shoot, she pressed her face forward as far as she could and held it there letting Tanya’s semen spurt directly down her throat, Julie uttered a moan as this occurred. It wasn’t a moan of pain but of pure pleasure as if she were partaking of a mouthful of delicious nectar. It resonated up through Tanya’s cock into her abdomen and heightened her orgasm. Once Tanya’s cock stopped spasming, Julie withdrew it from her throat and mouth, using her tongue and lips to make sure that none of the residual semen oozed out. Once Tanya’s penis was clear of her mouth, Julie licked her lips as if to savor the last of Tanya’s flavor.

“Was that good for you?” Julie asked, still on her knees looking up at Tanya’s face. “Oh, I hope it was good for you.”

“Yes, my sweet. It was good….very good.” Tanya said convincingly. Her orgasm was so-so but her delight at seeing Julie enjoy herself giving head like that was what made it an exceptional experience. “I loved it that you were so passionate.”

“Tanya, you have been so wonderful to me. It has been such a new experience.” Julie’s face was angelic. “I just hope I was able to give you back a little of what you have given me

“Yes, Julie. You did indeed” Tanya said softly. “You did, indeed.”

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A few days Julie showed up again to “study“- -this time with a friend. 

Julie introduced Tanya to her friend, Irene- -her “best friend” Irene, actually. Tanya invited Irene to sit down on the couch and, once she was comfortably ensconced, Tanya beckoned Julie to follow her into the kitchen area. 

“What’s with Irene?” Tanya whispered. “How much does she know about our playtime?

Julie answered, also in a whisper, “I just told her that I had learned to experience sublime sexual pleasure and I wanted to show her how it was done.” 

That was such a blunt statement Tanya wasn’t sure if Julie was being serious or being facetious. Tanya had a brief moment of panic.

“Are you serious? C’mon what have you told her?” Tanya was mockingly firm, assuming Julie was being cute.

“Nooo-uh! I wouldn’t do that!” Julie stuck her tongue out at Tanya. “I just told her that you were great to study with and that we had a good time ’learning’ together.”

“Whew! You had me going there.” Tanya exhaled in relief. “But what HAVE you told her about ME? I mean….who does she think I am? You know what I mean.”

“Oh, about that? Well, she thinks you’re a girl, if that helps.” Julie smiled at Tanya. “And I don’t think she has a clue from anyone else about your ’transition’. She just thinks you and I are friends.”

“That’s good. But tell me, what’s the point of bringing her along?” Tanya was relieved but curious too.

“Irene confided in me that she was having some ’issues’ with her boyfriend just like I had. I thought that perhaps we could work our way around to giving her a little ’therapy’, if you know what I mean.” There was a gleam in Julie’s eye as she emphasized the word, “Therapy”. 

“Hmmmm….But can Irene be discreet?” Tanya’s whispered with some emphasis of her own. “I don’t want to let things get out of control here.”

“I’m sure she can, Tanya.” Julie looked very positive. “We’ve been friends for quite awhile and I’ve confided things to her that haven’t gone anywhere else. I’m sure, once she gets clued in, that she can be tight-lipped about this too.”

“O.K. sweetie. I’ll trust you on this.” Tanya said squeezing Julie’s arm. “But let’s take it slowly. I don’t want to shock the poor girl.”

Julie nodded, gave Tanya a quick kiss on the cheek, and used the arm that Tanya was squeezing to lead her back into the living room. 

Tanya sat down on the couch on Julie’s right so that Julie was in the middle with Irene to Julie‘s left. The two girls had each brought their portfolios with some of their recent sketches and Tanya had her portfolio beside the couch. They began comparing drawings and discussing their merits: perspective, proportion, verisimilitude and such like. These were pen and ink sketches which displayed “fashion anatomy” and basic concepts for clothing design. Irene’s figures were very stiff looking, Julie’s were only a little more life like, but Tanya’s looked strikingly animated. Irene’s and Julie’s garments were conservative and only innovative in some of the details: placement of zippers and buttons, fabric patterns, and shading. Tanya’s ideas were bold and vibrant, even in black and white. Tanya drew flamboyant outfits, big sleeves, broad expanses of fabric draped over sexy looking bodies, plunging necklines revealing edges of breasts, cocked heads, thrusting hips, crook’d elbows and wrists. Irene and Julie were both awestruck at Tanya’s technique. 

“Tanya, your work is absolutely marvelous!” Irene was almost breathless. “How in the world do you do that?” Reflecting Irene’s amazement, Julie was shaking her head in admiration. 

“I just ’imagine’ and then draw. I don’t know how else to describe it.” Tanya’s answer was humbly put. She wasn’t trying to out-do anyone, just to be truthful.

“But your models? Are they all imaginary? Just ’concepts’?” Julie chimed in.

“Well yes and no.” Tanya began to expound. “First many of my images are from real people. Then I idealize them, emphasize their attractive characteristics, and add some wishful thinking into the mix. I will draw them naked and then draw them clothed. I think that helps me conceptualize the draping better. And then I add the details.”

“Could you show us?” Irene asked eagerly. “I know I, for one, would love to see you create something.” Julie was nodding in the background.

“Well, O.K. but I’m going to need your help, both of you.” Tanya was formulating a plan.

“First, and I hope this is o.k. with you two- -I mean it’s just us girls here- -I need you both to take your clothes off.” Tanya sounded instructive and clinical. “That way I can show you how I capture the essential body on paper.”

Irene looked at Julie as if to ask the question, “Is this alright?” 

Tanya saw the light go on behind Julie’s eyes: She got it. Julie nodded enthusiastically back to Irene and said, “Sure, let’s do it! It’ll be fun. And, you know it IS just us GIRLS!”

Tanya observed the two girls peel off their clothes. Julie, as usual, was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt (no bra) but Irene had on a long “earthmother” dress but with bra and panties underneath. Julie did well not wearing a bra as her breasts were small and firm but Irene had larger breasts that really required a bra for support. Once Irene had slipped her dress over her head, she undid her bra and her breasts literally tumbled out. Irene was only about 5’2” or 5’3” but she had D Cups, if not larger. Her nipples were also large. 
As she raised her hands to her breasts in modesty, her fingers barely concealed her nipples. She had a bit of a rounded tummy, full hips and thighs, stout but not unattractive legs. Tanya couldn’t help but notice that Irene’s pubic hair had been shaved clean and that her “slot” was neat and compact. Tanya was well familiar with Julie’s slender body and her luxurious honey-blonde bush. Of the two, Julie had the body more like a fashion model; Irene was more Rubenesque, though not quite as chubby as all that. 

“O.K., girls. Do a pose for me- -together.” Tanya was crisp and directive. “Don’t think about it. Just be spontaneous.”

Julie and Irene looked at each other for a moment and then hesitatingly reached out with their arms and maneuvered into a pose. They were at three-quarters angles to each other, hips and thighs touching, with one arm around each other’s shoulders and the other arm holding hands in front of them. None of this concealed their breasts, which were almost touching, nor their pubic areas. It was a perfect pose.

I took Tanya literally two minutes to sketch the two. Her concentration was bullet-proof. Her speed and detail were remarkable. Tanya finished with a flourish. 

She showed the final product to the girls. A sexier drawing they had never seen. Tanya had been able to capture their personalities, add some playfulness, and do more than hint at sensuality. The angle of their bodies to each other dripped desire, their arms on each other’s shoulders screamed “come to me”, and their hands seemed to caress each other. Tanya accentuated Irene’s breasts drawing smooth nipples and highlighted Julie’s breasts with taut, erect ones. She balanced Irene’s shaved pubis with Julie’s lush one. 

But the real attraction was the look that Irene and Julie had for each other. With only a few strokes of her pen, Tanya placed expressions of desire on the faces of his two models. One could almost see them on the edge of a passionate embrace, the nipples of their breasts poised to touch, their hands about to be entwined around each other’s waists. More striking, though, was the subtle impression that the two were about to kiss. It was indeed remarkable.

Julie and Irene stood there stark naked admiring the drawing of themselves. They were still partially posed holding hands, arms around each other’s shoulders. Tanya could see both of them draw in a breath and hold it for an instant and exhale sighing in together. 

“OOOOH! How wonderful!” Irene said. “How beautifully sexy is that?” 

“Oh, my YES! That is the BEST!” Julie chimed in. “Just the BEST!”

Julie took the lead and drew Irene toward her, circling her waist with her arm, and pressing her breasts against Irene’s ample chest. Then Julie moved, cocked her head, and pressed her lips against Irene’s giving her a full, long kiss. Irene seemed to resist only an instant and then got caught up in the passion of the moment. She reciprocated Julie’s kiss with one of her own only hers was firmer than Julie’s and she lingered longer on Julie’s lips. 

Tanya was looking at them over the edge of her drawing that she was still holding up to them. She could see the loving embrace take form. Julie and Irene were front to front pressed close to each other. Irene’s breasts spread out against her chest as Julie’s breasts were forced against them when Julie’s arm tightened her arms around her. Their tummies melded as the kissing and hugging became more passionate. Irene’s hips began to slightly thrust forward and he legs bent at the knees as she tried to get closer to Julie. This was getting too HOT!

Tanya quietly backed away, set her drawing on the coffee table, and let Julie maneuver Irene backward toward the couch. One or two little steps, almost like a dance, and Irene was tilting backward onto the cushions.. With a squeal, Irene’s legs separated and went into the air as she tumbled onto her back. Julie’s body was between Irene’s legs and Julie followed Irene down onto the couch. They wound up in a perfect “missionary” position with Julie on top and Irene on the bottom. 

Julie forced her self down onto Irene’s body slowly grinding her hips as she did so. This set up friction with Irene’s tummy and pubis and Irene responded in kind. They were humping each other’s crotches as they resumed their kissing and caressing. Their arms were around each other and their breasts were rubbing, enhancing the sensation of their pubic contact. Irene drew her legs up higher until her knees were fully bent and her heels were off of the couch. The frequency and vigor of her hip thrusting intensified in concert with Julie’s. Both were murmuring unintelligible, sensual sounds to each other through their kissing mouths. 

Julie became abruptly still and then did what amounted to a push-up, separating herself from Irene. Julie leaned back on her knees, and inched herself away from Irene’s body until Julie was kneeling at the edge of the couch staring down at Irene’s wide open snatch. Licking her lips, Julie dove to go down on Irene’s pussy. Her face disappeared between Irene’s legs but Tanya could hear the lapping and sucking of Julie’s tongue and lips against Irene’s moist vagina. Julie made more “yummy” sounds the longer she plied Irene’s pussy with her tongue. Irene for her part, had her eyes closed, her head thrown back on the couch, and hips undulating with delight. Irene had corresponding “yummy” sounds coming from her to match Julie’s. There was no question that they were both enjoying the experience immensely.

Julie’s butt was up in the air and swaying as her mouth worked on Julie’s pussy. Tanya found this irresistible. She approached Julie from the rear, licked her fingers, and gently, gradually, but affirmatively, inserted her index and middle fingers into Julie’s naturally lubricated vagina. They slipped in easily all the way to the knuckles. Julie started a bit as she became aware that she had been penetrated but relaxed as Tanya began to work her fingers in and out. Julie’s pussy was beyond moist- -it was literally oozing lubrication. This made Tanya’s task much easier and much more enjoyable. Tanya’s hand became slick the more she worked her fingers in and out of Julie’s vagina. The thick clear liquid coated her fingers and ran on to the back of her hand. Tanya detected the scent of crushed roses as Julie’s natural aromas wafted up to her nose. It made Tanya’s mouth water. But she resisted the immediate urge to eat out Julie. She just kept working with her fingers, pausing every now and again to wiggle them as they were deep inside Julie. This seemed to stimulate Julie even more. “This has got to be her ‘G-Spot’. So that’s where it is!” Tanya thought as she massaged that place deep inside of Julie’s vagina. 

Julie’s hips and fanny began to undulate and thrust, and the back of her thighs began to quiver. In the midst of this spasm, there was a gush of liquid flowing from her pussy onto Tanya’s hand. There was so much of it that Tanya had to cup her free hand underneath to catch it. It was clear, thick, liquid- -neither milky nor buttery- -just glistening. Julie’s pussy tightened around Tanya’s fingers as she continued to spurt her juices and then she relaxed. 

Tanya withdrew he fingers, licked them off savoring Julie’s exquisite flavor and then lapped up the liquid that had pooled in the cup of her other hand. It was equally delicious. Tanya then got on her knees, leaned forward toward Julie’s ass, and proceeded to lick all of the residual cum off of her asshole and vagina. Tanya’s tongue reached far enough forward to contact Julie’s clitoris. Julie gave a soft moan at this. This was in harmony with the sounds of orgasm coming from Irene.

Once Tanya had finished with Julie, she looked up to see what Irene was up to. Julie was still working hard on Irene’s pussy. Irene’s body was tensing and relaxing as she used her hands to massage her own breasts and tweak her own nipples. It wasn’t more than a moment later when Irene emitted a keening cry as she arched her back up off the couch. She held this position for a full minute as she continued her shrill moaning. And then she relaxed completely, falling back to the couch with a loud sigh. Her arms and hands and arms dropped away from her breasts to her side. She opened her eyes and gazed blankly at the ceiling. Tanya could see that Irene’s eyes were shining. Sure enough, she had an orgasm!




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 12



It took a few minutes for the girls to compose themselves. Irene was out of breath, Julie’s neck was stiff and her jaws sore, and Tanya was just plain amazed. Tanya had formulated her plan on the spur of the moment, using her artwork to signal Julie to entice Irene into a romantic session. But Tanya had no idea that it would captivate Irene and even Julie to that degree. It seemed to have worked like magic. Tanya looked back at the picture she had drawn. Yes, it was crisply done; yes, Julie and Irene were easily recognizable, and yes, their poses were indeed suggestive. But, from her perspective, Tanya didn’t see it as particularly inspired nor could she see why it would have had that effect on the two girls. She wondered if it was just the right medium at the right place at the right time. Who knows? Anyway, Tanya decided to file that technique away for future reference.

Irene sat up on the couch and looked at Julie. Irene’s face was still flushed from her orgasm. “That was soooo good, Julie. I never imagined that could be so good!”

Julie smiled back at her, “Me neither. You were simply delicious, my dear.”

Then Julie turned to Tanya, “You devil, Tanya. You put us up to that. How in the world did you manage that?”

Tanya knew that Julie had wanted something like that to happen anyway when she brought Irene over to “study” so it wasn’t like the escapade was out of the blue for her. It entered Tanya’s mind to spring that on Julie but Tanya thought better of it. Why bust her in front of her friend. 

“I had NO idea! It just must have been ‘magic’.” Tanya looked theatrically wide-eyed at Julie and Irene. “Perhaps the picture just brought some joy out of you two that was already in there begging to be let loose. Things like that have been known to happen, you know.”

Tanya thought she played that well. There was no reason to dampen their pleasure by telling them flat out that they were latent lesbians. She pretty much already knew that about Julie- -definite bi-sexual- -but wasn’t sure about Irene. Now she knew- -Irene fit the bi-sexual mold too.

Julie and Irene both looked at Tanya. Irene said, “But Tanya? How about you? How was it for you? You didn’t even get a chance to come.”

Tanya felt a little trapped by that one. Of course, Julie knew the real story but Tanya wasn’t about to let Irene in on her secret at the moment. 

Julie followed up Irene’s comment, “Yes, Tanya. What can WE do for YOU?”

Julie’s look was mischievous. She knew she had Tanya in a bind. 

Irene made the first move. She reached out from her sitting position, grabbed Tanya by the hand and pulled her down to the couch. Julie followed suit and sat next to Tanya so that Tanya was sandwiched between her and Irene. 

“Irene, there’s something I need to explain to you.” Tanya was non-plussed, for one of the few times in her life.

Julie piped up, “Tanya, Irene will discover that soon enough. Don’t worry.”

Irene began kissing Tanya on the lips as Julie commenced to remove Tanya’s jeans. Once she got them off, Julie quickly saw that Tanya’s cock was beginning to rise to the occasion. That wasn’t strange to her to Julie but Irene, being preoccupied thrusting her tongue into Tanya’s mouth, hadn’t had a chance to look down. Irene, while kissing Tanya, moved her hands down to Tanya’s chest. Irene got her first clue when she felt a brassiere that, upon further investigation, was empty; once she got her hands underneath the fabric, she felt two very flat breasts with two very small nipples. Irene pulled her head away from Tanya’s mouth, gave her an odd look, and then moved her gaze to Julie who had her mouth in Tanya’s lap. Irene’s mouth literally popped open when she saw that Julie was going down on a sizeable cock. 

“What the…..?” was about all Irene could get out of her mouth.

Tanya jumped in, “Irene, Julie and I will explain it later. For now, just enjoy yourself.”

Irene took Tanya at her word and proceeded to join Julie in sucking Tanya’s cock. There was more than a little competition going on between the two girls. Julie had Tanya’s cock down her throat, Irene whined and, when Julie pulled off, Irene took the hard member down her throat while Julie worked a little lower licking Tanya’s balls. This back and forth went on for a while. Irene was thinking that any other guy would have shot his load in a few seconds but Tanya was demonstrating remarkable control. “Well, all the more for us two girls to enjoy ourselves with.” Was Irene’s thought.

Irene maneuvered herself off the couch and down to her knees in front of Tanya. She spread Tanya’s legs apart and leaned in to her. With the size of her boobs being what they were, this fairly forced Julie out of the way. Irene pressed her chest against Tanya’s cock capturing it between her breasts. With her hands on either side of her boobs, Irene began to jack off Tanya’s cock. The saliva from the girls made it Tanya’s prick slippery so it slid easily between Irene’s breasts. Meanwhile, Julie had moved her head to where it was just above the cleft in Irene’s breasts and, each time Tanya’s cock protruded from between them, Julie applied her lips and tongue to the head of Tanya’s cock. 

Tanya was intrigued by the situation and by the sensation. Here were two girls competing for his cock and, no doubt, had more than a little interest in dealing with his ejaculation. Irene’s breasts were full and soft and the pressure of Irene’s hands on either side of them plus lubrication between them made Tanya’s cock feel like it was in a tight, slippery pussy. On of that, Julie was giving him intermittent head on the upstroke. Tanya concluded that she was enjoying it.

After several minutes of this activity, Tanya decided to bring things to an end and just come. Her semen spurted out of the end of her cock straight up in the air. She shot her load just at the top of an upstroke when Julie’s mouth was almost onto the head of her prick. The semen spurted into Julie’s open mouth but some of it spilled over onto Irene’s breasts, running down between them and pooling in the cleft created by the pressure off Irene’s hands. Julie swallowed immediately and began lapping with her tongue to pick up the residual on Irene’s chest. Tanya slid her cock downward and out from underneath of Irene's “boob pussy”, leaving her holding her breasts together with a reservoir of cum in between them. 

Julie prompted Irene to stand up and carefully to sit back down on the couch so as not to lose any of Tanya’s delicious sperm. Once back on the couch, Irene settled on to her back, released the pressure of her hands on her boobs, and exposed Tanya’s pearly white cum between them. Julie leaned forward and began to lick Tanya’s cum off of Irene’s chest. Irene whined a little as if to say, “Where’s mine?”, so Julie caught more cum in her mouth and moved up to Irene’s face. Julie’s tongue coated with Tanya’s sperm teased Irene’s lips, penetrated them, and thrust into Irene’s mouth. As the two girls lips came together, Julie transferred the cum in her mouth to Irene’s. Hungry licking and sucking went on for a few minutes as the two girls exchanged and re-exchanged the salty, milky fluid. They finally separated and each looking at the other’s eyes conspicuously swallowed. 

Tanya observed this last with benign pleasure. She had already gotten her rocks off but she enjoyed seeing Julie and Irene having more pleasure between them. It almost made her a little hard again.

After all of the cum-play was over, the three of them settled down on the couch, still naked. Irene toyed a little with Tanya’s very male looking nipples and Julie teased Tanya’s again softening cock. There was some cooing coming from the girls as they nipped and nibbled at Tanya’s lips and cheeks.

Between kisses, Irene asked Julie, “Why didn’t you tell me about Tanya. Don’t you think I could handle it?”

Also between kisses, Julie answered, “No, not that. I just wanted it to be a surprise. I knew you’d find out about it sooner or later; if not today, then sometime.”

Tanya felt a little odd being talked about in the third person while she was still present, so she interjected, “Hey, you two. Remember me? I’m still here!”

“Oh, yes we do!” They chimed in together. “YES, we DO!”

“How about some pizza?” Tanya tried to break things up. Besides she was hungry.

“Sure, let’s dine!” Julie said enthusiastically. “After all, we’ve already had the appetizer!”

All three laughed as Tanya got up to phone in the pizza order.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 13



It took the pizza guy about half an hour to get to Tanya's apartment. In the meantime, Tanya, Julie, and Irene had all gotten dressed. They were eager for the food to arrive for their exertions had left them starved. 

Tanya said that she would pay for the meal but the two girls argued against that. Finally Tanya said, "O.K. I'll pay for the food and we'll flip coins for the tip. The odd coin takes care of the tip." The girls agreed and flipped the coins. Julie and Irene both came up with heads; Tanya came up with tails. 

When the pizza guy arrived, Tanya paid him for his delivery and then said to him, "What would you rather have for a tip? Five dollars? Or, a blow job?"

Delivery man was in his 30's and clearly not working at the top of his profession so he needed the tip but, by the same token, he was pretty horny too. He thought that a blowjob would cost him $25.00 at least, maybe more. And, considering that he was talking to a pretty good looking woman, that $25.00 probably would only get him some skanky street hooker. He opted for the blow job.

With Julie and Irene looking on, Tanya unzipped the pizza guy's fly, teased his cock out of his pants, and jacked it into hardness. It didn't take long because Mr. Pizza Guy got turned on all the more having his blow job witnessed by a couple of other good looking gals. Without much ceremony, Tanya went down on him sucking his cock deep into her mouth and then bobbed up and down on it all the while stroking its shaft. 

Julie and Irene watched agog. They weren't strangers to blow jobs; they frequently gave them to their boyfriends. But neither had ever witnessed someone giving someone else head in person. On top of that, they knew that Tanya was really a man who looked like a woman. That secret added extra excitement to their viewing. It was certainly different than any porno video they had been exposed to.

Tanya had almost forgotten how good it was to suck a cock. She really hadn't had a chance to do that since Dana had departed, so she approached her task with relish. Tanya was vigorous in treating Mr. Pizza Guy's dick and had him coming in a matter of a couple of minutes. His load shot into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. His cum was thick, salty and savory and there had been quite a bit of it- -this guy hadn't gotten off for quite a while. After he was finished, he zipped up his pants, thanked Tanya, and turned to leave. 

Before he got out the door, Tanya stuffed the five-dollar bill into his shirt pocket and said, "Hey, double bonus! You got the food here on time and hot. Besides, my friends loved the show." 

Mr. Pizza Guy smiled as he walked out. Tanya had a feeling that he was going to remember where she lived and would be first in line for deliveries for her address. She also thought that he would have a blast telling his cohorts about his experience. Guys loved to brag about things like that.

The three girls sat down at the kitchen table and ate the pizza, sharing some Chianti that Tanya had in the pantry. Tanya remarked that the pepperoni was a little saltier than Mr. Pizza Guy's cum but a lot spicier. Julie and Irene got a laugh out of that. 

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So, the "study" group now numbered three. The next time they got together, about a week later, they actually studied. Tanya helped them with their artwork and all of them learned art history together. That isn't to say that there wasn't any playing around at all but they stuck pretty much to their purpose in learning the study material. Their play time took place only after they had completed their assignments.

Tanya got Julie and Irene to agree to some rules: 

1.) That neither Julie nor Irene would bring anybody else over with them without checking with Tanya first.

2.) That no boys were to be invited along by any of the girls. Tanya also agreed not to have boys come in, unless the girls consented.

3.) That Tanya reserved the right whether or not to reveal her maleness.

4.) That anyone of the three could stop their participation but, if that happened, they all agreed to keep the secret that they were involved in the relationship.

Julie and Irene both agreed. Of course, there was nothing legally binding about the agreement; it was only the strength of their word that would keep it together. But, as long as they were all having fun, what good would it do to screw things up? The three of them got along wonderfully- -no jealousies, no pettiness, no domination. Why not just enjoy themselves?

Their "recreation" moved into the bedroom. Why struggle with a narrow, hard couch when there was a large soft bed available? And there wasn't any need any more to be hurriedly spontaneous; they could plan their activities and take their time having fun.

They did "mix and match" every which way. Either Julie or Irene would give Tanya a blow job while Tanya ate the other one's pussy; Tanya would fuck Julie or Irene while the other one got eaten out; Tanya would fuck Julie or Irene while Tanya gave head to the other one; or, sometimes, two of them would have sex while the third one watched and masturbated. There was enough variation to keep things interesting. 

Tanya introduced some toys, the kind that Claudia used, to spice things up. Irene especially enjoyed having a dildo up her ass while Tanya fucked her and Julie became adept at using dildo's to masturbate while Tanya just plain fucked Irene. Irene liking anal sex and Julie not, Tanya found herself fucking Irene in the ass while Julie was underneath licking Irene's pussy. Occasionally, either Julie or Irene would use a dildo on Tanya's butt while the other one would suck Tanya's cock. That was enjoyable for Tanya but she had to caution the "fuckor" to be gentle on her ass with the dildo. Tanya discovered that going "69" with either of the girls was enjoyable, though Tanya enjoyed it most when she was on the bottom- -she loved to have their "juices" run into her mouth has she plied their pussies with her lips and tongue. 

In a few weeks, Julie suggested that they do some videotaping of their sessions. She brought along a camcorder, made sure there was plenty of light in the bedroom, and got down on tape their multi-tasked love making. They were careful, however, to make sure that their faces were hidden by masks or disguises just to make sure that none of them would be recognizable should the tapes fall into the wrong hands. That added some fun to the proceedings, too. They started to do some role playing and some rudimentary scene planing. Over the months they accumulated a good deal of footage. They loved to watch it and critique each other's technique. Plus, it was a turn on to see before they started a session, and even fun to watch during one. The girls were having fun indeed!

Just before the Christmas break, Irene asked if she could introduce another woman to the group, just once as a trial. She said she could vouch for this person. It wasn't anybody who would normally have any contact with Julie or Tanya, or the students of the college as a whole, so she felt the chances of being vulnerable in that area were minimal. Tanya wondered how Irene would accomplish secrecy. Irene put the plan forward: The "candidate" would come blindfolded; yes, it was cloak and dagger stuff but effective to maintain secrecy. It also added a little zest to the operation. Tanya and Julie would wear masks or disguises so that the only one of the group that the "newbie" knew was Irene; and that their romp would be conspicuously video-taped while Julie, Irene, and Tanya were all disguised and the "newbie' not. The latter would ensure that the "newbie" wouldn't be inclined to blow any whistles at the risk of being "outed" themselves. Tanya asked about the potential for "blackmail" that they would have over the "newbie". Irene admitted that was an issue and had no answer other than the integrity of the three girls but she said, for her part, it was of no consequence- -she wasn't about to risk jail time trying to blackmail someone. That made sense to Tanya and Julie. 

Tanya and Julie agreed to give it a try.

A week later, Julie arrived at Tanya's at about 6:00 PM on a Friday night. About half an hour later there was a knock on the door. When Tanya opened it, she saw Irene and a tall dark haired woman who was wearing a "sleep mask" standing in the doorway. Tanya let them in, closed and locked the door, and checked again to make sure that the curtains and blinds on the windows were all down. She had previously made a sweep of the apartment to make sure that there were no identifying pieces of mail, magazines, or anything else like that laying around to reveal the address.

Tanya and Julie were already in their disguises, fully clothed. Julie wore a dark wig and had put on some heavy make-up; Tanya wore a domino mask, with eye holes, and a blonde wig. Someone who knew them would have to think about who they were looking at in their disguises. 

Trying not to sound too sinister, Tanya said to the still masked new woman, "Did Irene tell you about why you are here? I mean, explain what we do here?"

"Yes she did. She said that you all got together to share sex with each other. I thought that would be an interesting experience so I asked her to see if I could join in. She said she would ask and, presumably, you all agreed." The woman was older and well spoken, clearly not a college student. Tanya only hoped she wasn't a college professor! 

Tanya responded, "Yes, that's pretty much it, I suppose. I don't like to think of it that clinically. I think we have more fun than anything." Tanya was trying to be light and friendly, a little difficult given the setting. "I don't want it to sound ominous, but we three would like to protect our anonymity. I think you can understand how it might be if we were found out. Does that make sense?"

"I understand completely, my dear." She was composed and did not appear to be disconcerted in the least. "I don't want to be 'found out' any more than you all do. Of course, I know Irene. And, believe me, I wouldn't be here at all if I didn't trust her. I can only hope that you two are as trustworthy."

"I think you can count on that." Tanya reassured her. "We all know each other pretty well. By the way, what's your name?"

"You can call me 'Mary'. Irene knows my real name but 'Mary' will do for here." 

Tanya could tell by that response that they had a careful person in their midst.

Tanya explained to Mary that before she could take her mask off, Irene would help her disrobe. Mary agreed to that. Tanya didn't want Mary to run out of the place fully clothed once she had her mask off but, then again, Tanya had no plan for what to do if Mary did run out of the apartment naked. It occurred to her that they all might be open to false imprisonment charges- -even kidnapping- -if things didn't go well. But she sensed that Mary was willing to go along with things, for excitement if nothing else, and this seemed to be an exciting way to do things. Tanya just wanted things to be fun- -safe- -but fun.

Tanya nodded to Julie who switched on the camcorder that was mounted on a tripod in the corner of the living room. There was plenty of light. Then Tanya motioned to Irene to begin taking Mary's clothes off of her. To help keep herself from being recongized on the tape, Irene slipped on a mask like Tanya's, a black one that covered the top half of her face but with eye holes so that she could see what she was doing. 

Irene started with Mary's shoes. They were casual soft leather lace-ups but stylish, not "boon-dockers" or moccasins. She wore pantyhose which revealed underneath the stockings nicely shaped feet but, Tanya noticed, that she wore no toenail polish- -nor fingernail polish, for that matter. Next, Irene unbuttoned Mary's light cardigan sweater and slipped it off of her arms and shoulders. Underneath she wore a woman's dark blue short sleeved polo shirt and underneath that Tanya could see that Mary wore a bra to support medium sized breasts. But Irene's next move was to take off Mary's skirt, a solid dark color cotton. Then as Mary stood there in her pantyhose, Irene pulled her polo shirt off over her head, being careful not to dislodge her mask. Tanya saw that Mary had a smooth flat tummy, not toned but not flabby either. This accentuated the size and shape of her breasts which looked a little larger seeing them pressing against her black bra than they did when Tanya was trying to guess their dimensions underneath the polo shirt. Irene moved behind Mary and unhooked her bra. As that garment fell forward and off of her arms, Tanya could see that Mary's breasts were full and mature with just a hint of sag to them but still firm- -clearly a C cup. Her nipples were dark and smooth but they started to pucker and become erect as the cool air touched them as her bra came off. Irene rolled Mary's pantyhose off of her waist, down over her full hips, and then all the way to the floor. Mary stepped out of them without wobbling. The only item left was Mary's panties, full sized black cotton briefs. As these came off Tanya couldn't help but observe that Mary had a full, thick, dark bush covering her pubic area. Tanya couldn't see through it enough even to get an idea of what Mary's pussy might look like. This certainly added mystery to Ms. Mary.

Tanya stepped back and looked at the totally naked Mary. Tanya asked her to turn around so she could see her from the back. She had a nicely rounded, smooth fanny, shapely legs, and a narrow waist with only the littlest bit of fat. Yes, she indeed had a luscious body. Irene had made a good choice there. Tanya felt a stirring in loins. Ms. Mary was, in a word, delectable.

With a hand gesture, Tanya directed Julie to take Mary by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. Irene followed them and Tanya brought up the rear carrying the camcorder and tripod. Julie sat Mary on the bed and sat down next to her; Irene also sat down so that Mary was between her and Julie. Tanya positioned the camcorder/tripod in the left hand corner of the room so that it could have a full view of the bed and next to it the mirror on the wall over the dresser. 

"O.K., Mary. You can take your mask off now." Tanya's voice had a command quality to it, not harsh but affirmative. "Take it off and toss it over on the dresser."

She did that and blinked at the light. She looked to her left and saw Julie and to her right and saw Irene. She smiled at each of them and they smiled back. Then Mary looked over her shoulder and saw Tanya standing near the camera. Tanya smiled at her; Mary theatrically blew him a kiss. 

"Mary, I want you to undress Julie, on your left." Tanya commanded. "Take your time, enjoy yourself."

Mary was not hesitant. She stroked Julie's cheek with her hand, and gave her a brief kiss where her hand had been. Then she pulled Julie's t-shirt up revealing Julie's small, firm breasts and then over Julie's head. Fortunately, Julie's wig didn't come loose. Mary couldn't resist. She reached out and cupped Julie's right breast in her hand, leaned over, and gave her nipple the briefest of kisses. As she straightened up, she gave Julie another kiss on the cheek. Mary then stood up and motioned for Julie to do the same. In one quick move, Mary had the waistband of Julie's jeans undone and down over her hips along with her panties. She leaned into Julie, nudged her back to a sitting position on the bed. Julie had kicked off her leather flip-flops so her jeans wouldn't get hung up on them. And then Mary stripped the jeans off of Julie's legs and tossed them on the floor by the bed still inside out. Still standing, Mary put her hand behind Julie's head and pressed her to her breast. Mary sure had a sense of what looked good on film.

"O.K. Mary, now take off Irene's clothes but both of you get up on the bed as you do it." Tanya was firmly in command.

Mary crawled up on the bed on her knees and held Irene by the hand as she helped her do the same thing. Irene flipped off her shoes before she got up on the bed- -that was a "woman thing" indeed. Mary was a little more intimate with Irene than she had been with Julie. She kissed Irene's lips as she unbuttoned Irene's blouse and peeled it back over her shoulders and off of her arms. Mary leaned down and kissed Irene's chest just above her cleavage as she reached around and unsnapped Irene's bra. As Irene's breasts came into view, Mary leaned down farther and flicked each of Irene's nipples with her tongue. Her large smooth nipples tightened up and became erect. Tanya could see that Mary's nipples were responding in kind. Mary stood up on the bed and lifted Irene's hands to help her stand also. Once Irene was upright, Mary knelt down, grabbed Irene's skirt by its waistband and pulled it down all the way to her feet. Irene kicked it out of the way off of the bed. Mary focused on Irene's panties teasing them down bit by bit as she kissed Irene's tummy following the path of the waistband. Tug, nibble; tug, nibble; tug, nibble. When Irene's panties were half way off her smooth, shaved pubis was exposed, Mary paid extra attention with her lips now and stuck her tongue out ever so little to flick Irene's pubic area as she pulled her panties all of the way off. 

All three women were naked now. What a sight Tanya had through the camera's display! Slender, toned Julie, zaftig Irene, and mature luscious Mary- -a picture of contrasts. How wonderful! Tanya made a mental note to sketch that scene.

"Mary? Lie down on the bed, in the center.....Yes, like that." Tanya felt like a director now. "Julie? You get on your knees on the bed on Mary's left side. Irene? You do the same thing on Mary's right side.....Good! Now....do what comes naturally!"

First, Irene and Julie leaned over the top of Mary's supine body and kissed each other. Mary looked up at the archway of female flesh over her. She could see pussies, tummies, and breasts above her. Her body gave a little twitch as if she were anxious to get into it with the two girls over her. When Julie and Irene concluded their kissing, the looked at each other and pointed as if to say, "You or me?" It looked like Julie won the point because she settled down on her haunches and bent over to kiss Mary on the lips. Tanya zoomed in to capture Julie's lips full on Mary's and Julie's tongue licking its way between them. In no time, Julie and Mary were fully engaged in a lip smacking, tongue sucking, breath taking kissing contest. The challenge was: Who could fill the others mouth with how much tongue. 

Irene bent over and began kissing Mary starting at her throat, down to the top of her chest, and gradually down to the center of her cleavage. Mary's breasts, though shapely, were not as firm as a younger woman's breasts might be. The flattened out somewhat and draped themselves a little to either side. Irene cupped Mary's right breast in her hand and applied her lips to it, zeroing in on the nipple which by now had become erect. Irene sucked Mary's entire nipple and a good deal of her breast into her mouth and kept applying suction while she played with the nipple with her tongue. The camera caught Mary's tummy tighten as the pleasure traveled from her breast to her abdomen. Irene massaged Mary's left breast with her left hand as she worked on the right one and then switched, applying her mouth to Mary's left breast and nipple while massaging the right one. Mary was clearly enjoying this treatment; her right hand crept up from her side, moved between her legs,and began to slowly stroke her labia. Irene's hand followed Mary's hand down and shortly they were both playing with Mary's snatch. 

Irene let her mouth loose of Mary's nipples and kissed and licked her way down Mary's tummy until she was kissing her just above where their hands were playing. To fill the gap, Julie ceased kissing Mary's mouth and took over sucking and playing with Mary's nipples and breasts. Tanya could hear Mary softly moaning but wasn't sure that the microphone on the camcorder was picking it up- -she truly hoped it was. 




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 13



Irene shifted positions again this time placing herself kneeling between Mary's legs, opening them up so she could see Mary's pussy. As Mary stroked away in her pubic hair with her fingers, Irene used both of her hands to part the thicket of dark curls so she could see the opening to Mary's vagina. Tanya pulled the camcorder off of the tripod and quickly walked over to get a close up of this. What she captured was black curls separating to reveal fleshy, pink lips that themselves were parting to show the redness of Mary's vagina. Up at the top of the opening was a prominent clitoris hidden by its hood but which was obviously stimulated for it was erect underneath the hood like a tiny penis. Tanya was able to get a good close up shot of this and, even better, of Irene's lips and tongue beginning to probe and lick Mary's pussy. Tanya even caught the tip of Irene's tongue the first time it flicked Mary's clit and the pulse that went through Mary's body that caused her to thrust her hips ever so slightly. The next shot was of Irene burying her face into Mary's snatch. Again, Tanya hoped the microphone picked up the licking and slurping sounds as Irene started eating Mary's pussy in earnest. 

Meanwhile, Julie had stopped sucking on Mary's breasts to give Mary a chance to suck on Julie's. Kneeling over Mary, using her hands on either side of her to support her body, Julie's breasts hung above Mary's face. Just by turning her head a little, Mary was able to service each one in turn, from left to right and back again. As Mary sucked away, Julie's body began to undulate in time with Mary's tongue licking Julie's nipples. Now it was Julie that was producing the soft moaning. Tanya could see from behind that Julie's pussy was beginning to become obviously moist. It took an effort of will for Tanya not to dive in and start servicing Julie.

Mary's hips were thrusting forcefully now in time with Irene's rhythmic pussy licking and Mary's abs were contracting and relaxing in counterpoint to her pelvic thrusting. Julie abruptly pulled her breasts away from Mary's mouth and threw her left leg over so that she was now astride Mary's body facing toward the head of the bed. Julie inched up until her pussy was directly over Mary's face. Mary got the idea immediately and began to suck on Julie's pussy with the same vigor that Irene was applying to hers. And the result was the same. Julie, leaning her hands against the wall at above the head of the bed, began to thrust with her hips as Mary's tongue and lips stimulated Irene's vagina and clitoris through her own patch of thick, honey-blonde pubic hair. Now there was some three way moaning going on. Tanya was certain the camcorder's microphone was picking that up as close as it was to it.

Tanya finally couldn't stand it any more. She walked back over to the tripod, replaced the camcorder on it, focused it so it was directly on the girls making love, and went back over to the bed. Tanya stood next to the bed and, as she had before with Julie, moistened her the fingers of her left hand, and plunged them into Irene's pussy. She wasn't hesitant because she knew that the time was right, plus there was not question looking at Irene's shaved cunt that she was well lubricated- -the liquid was beginning to drip out of her. Tanya vigorously finger fucked Irene from the rear with two fingers. Irene's hips were moving back and forth as she sucked on Mary's pussy and this added impetus to Tanya's thrusts. The more stimulated Irene became the more she concentrated on licking Mary's pussy and clitoris; the more stimulated Mary became by this, me more she licked Julie's pussy and clitoris; and the more Tanya observed this happening, the harder she worked her fingers in and out of Irene. It was like a locomotive starting up a train: the cars would move back and forth until momentum was build up. So it was with the bodies of the three women, the motive force of their incipient orgasms propelled them to more and more activity. 

Julie was the first to come. She straightened up, her back stiff as a board and let out a whoop. Mary reached up with her hands and grasped Julie's buttocks pulling Julie down closer to Mary's mouth and held Julie there as her hips ground against Mary's lips. Julie shuddered and shuddered again. The she tried to pull away from Mary but Mary held her firm. Julie came again, the muscles in her back and thighs were so taut that Tanya was afraid that she was going to hurt herself. Julie relaxed and tried to pull away but one more time Mary held her ass tight against her mouth. This time Julie cried out, "No! No! Please no more! I can't take it!" But Mary would not release her. One more final, titanic spasm of pleasure engulfed Julie. She began to weep. "Oh, Oh, OHHHHHHHHH!" And then Mary let loose of Julie's butt and let her roll off of Mary's face to lie on her back next to Mary. 

Tanya could see the glassy look of orgasm in Julie's eyes and saw the same look on Mary's face, though she had her eyes closed, licking her lips to take in the sweet liquid of Julie's cum. Mary stopped licking her lips, pressed her hands down on the bed as if to lift her body up as it went into a spasm of ecstasy of its own, and cried out herself, "Oh Yes...Yessss.....YESSSSSSSSSSS!" Tanya could see Irene lapping away more quickly to take in Mary's fluids as Mary tensed a second time. In the midst of this, Tanya felt Irene come. Just like Julie, Irene gushed liquid from her pussy- -not as much as Julie, for it didn't fill Tanya's other hand but there was a goodly amount of a lot of clear glistening nectar. Tanya pulled her fingers out of Irene and licked them clean. By this time, Irene had rolled from between Mary's legs and lay down next to Mary. 

Tanya went back to the camera to make sure all of this was on tape. Sure enough, perfectly centered in the display were the three bodies: Julie on the right, Mary in the center, and Irene on the left- -Honey-blonde pussy, dense dark-haired pussy, and bald as a peeled egg pussy. Again, Tanya made a note to herself to sketch this scene.

As Tanya switched off the camcorder, the three women just lay on the bed breathing deeply, recovering from the efforts and coming down form the pinnacle of their pleasure. Mary reached out with each of her hands and clasped a hand of each of her partners. Then she sat up, leaned to her right and kissed Julie on the lips, then to the left and kissed Irene on the lips, and flopped down on her back. 

Honest to goodness, all three of them went right to sleep.

While the girls slept, Tanya went into the living room, replayed the tape on the camcorder and jacked off. Whew! What a video! Then she took out a pad of drawing paper and with a felt tip pen sketched key scenes from the video. In all modesty, Tanya felt that her sketches were even more erotic than the original video.

Satisfied, Tanya went to sleep on the couch.

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When Tanya woke up it was late at night, or rather early in the morning. Julie was in the kitchen making coffee and Irene and Mary were sitting at the kitchen table waiting for the brewing to finish. They had all put something on, though not their original outfits. Mary had on one of Tanya's robes, Irene one of Tanya's nightgowns, and Julie, who had disposed of her wig and had taken off that god-awful make-up, was sitting around just in her t-shirt which was long enough to cover up her fanny. Though they had slept for awhile, they all looked a little the worse for wear- -still droopy and needing the coffee currently in preparation to pick them up. Tanya, who hadn't shed her clothes nor had quite been through the level of exertion as the three, felt pretty fresh when she awoke.

"Hey, that coffee smells pretty good. Save a cup for me, would you?" Tanya called out cheerily. "But serve yourself first. You all look like you need it more than I do."

"Well, if it isn't little miss 'Cecille' B. DeMille!" Julie called out from the kitchen. "All of that cinematic effort certainly does tire one out, doesn't it?"

"You three shouldn't be complaining." Tanya was quick with her response. "It seems to me that all three of you had more than your share of orgams- -enough to last an ordinary mortal a week, I'd say."

Irene piped up, "I'd have to agree with you, Tanya. That was one for the books."

Mary, sitting with Irene, nodded and Julie just coming out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee chimed in, "Well, yesssss. I for one had a very good time."

Mary looked over at Tanya and said, "As I recall, Tanya, you weren't exactly in the middle of the orgasm-fest yourself, other than being 'Ms. Helper'. How are you feeling?"

"I'm just fine. After you angels nodded off, I came in here and reviewed the video." Tanya explained. "Don't worry about me. Doing that helped me get myself off."

"Ah! Little 'Ms. Helper' and little 'Ms. Do-it-herself'. What a combination!" Mary, even though a new comer, was not bashful about twitting Tanya. 

"Well, I guess we are all on a first name basis now, huh?" Tanya tried to move the conversation along. "I guess after the intimacy of last night, that's only right."

"We 'got along' pretty well, didn't we?" Julie was beaming, remembering the passion of a few hours before. "I'd say we made a good team."

Irene and Mary laughed. It was interesting to Tanya to see the two younger girls, barely twenty-one, bantering with Mary who was easily in her mid to late 30's. Tanya supposed, though, that their common experience was a leveler. Besides, it seemed that, leaving sex aside, they really did enjoy each other's company. 

They finished up their coffee and all went into the bedroom chatting and giggling as they sorted out their clothes and put them back on. In a few minutes, they were all back in the living room. Irene and Mary were preparing to leave; Julie was in the kitchen washing up the dishes. 

Mary spoke up. "Well, it looks like I passed the 'test', am I right?"

Tanya and Irene nodded in agreement and Julie said from the kitchen, "You did as far as I'm concerned." 

"So, am I to presume that I won't need to do the 'blindfolded-being-driven-around-the-city-so-I-don't-know-where-I-am' routine on the way home?" Mary was back in her older-adult mode now. "Really, that was far too melodramatic. I don't think I would have done it had it not been that I knew Irene and trusted her."

Tanya looked at Julie, who had come out of the kitchen, and at Irene. Both of them nodded and so Tanya nodded so they had consensus. 

Tanya looked at Mary and said, "No, Mary, you don't have to do that. We were just being ultra careful, probably a good thing for you too. But I think we can trust you now. And, unless I miss my guess with Julie and Irene, you are welcome to come back anytime you want."

Julie and Irene nodded enthusiastically, each one clasped one of Mary's hands, and both leaned in to give Mary a kiss on either cheek. Mary actually blushed. 

"I'm flattered." she said. "And, don't worry, I have my own reasons for keeping this all confidential. Unless I misread things, you three are all college girls trying to have a good time. But I'm better established and would be terrifically embarrassed to have any of this get out. Just ask Irene."

Tanya and Julie looked at Irene with a questioning look.

"Well, that IS so." Irene confirmed Mary's statement. "I know that for a fact."

"By the way, 'Mary', can I ask what your real name is?" Tanya was curious.

"Tanya, my REAL name IS Mary! But that's not the name I go by professionally." Mary looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. "I usually go by 'Sister Genuflexus'. You see, I'm the Mother Superior of the convent that's connected with the local parochial girls high school. So, you see I DO have a lot at stake being here! But, I loved it and I will definitely be back."

Irene and Mary sailed out of the apartment leaving Tanya and Julie with their mouths hanging open. 

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The next time Tanya, Julie, and Irene got together, Tanya quizzed Irene on how it was that she came to be acquainted with a nun who had sexual urges at all, let alone the desire to participate in a menage a'quatre. 

Irene was a bit embarrassed but finally made a full confession- -no pun intended.

It seems that Irene had known Sister Genflexus since Irene was a student at the high school. In addition to being the Mother Superior, Sister G. was in charge of the art department and taught many of the advanced art classes. Irene was one of the better students (Tanya refrained from offering her critique as to her real ability) and Sister G. took a liking to her. Irene celebrated her 18th birthday early in the school year and Sister G. thought that Irene was old enough to seriously study drawing human anatomy. She took Irene under her wing and had special classes for her after regular school hours where they discussed human form, proportions, musculature, shading and so forth. Female anatomy was an area of study that interested Sister G. and she concentrated on that with Irene. 

It sounds like a cliché but it wasn't long before Sister G. was studying Irene's anatomy and visa versa. Irene wasn't naïve about sex and she knew what was going on with Sr. G. But Irene actually enjoyed it and, on top of that, she enjoyed getting the good grades. Irene wasn't about to shout "sexual harassment" to anyone. Sr. G. knew this and for the rest of the school year they enjoyed their little trysts in the art room after hours.

After Irene graduated from high school, she kept in touch with Sr. G. and they occasionally got together to "chat" about old times. After the "chatting", in the afterglow of their orgasms, they would actually talk. Sr. G. told her that she had been a lesbian ever since she knew what sex was and knew what the word meant. But, as has been demonstrated, Sr. G. was definitely not your "bull dyke" lesbian; she was a very feminine woman who loved feminine women. Irene, who had an active sex life with boys, enjoyed the change of pace with Sr. G. Irene was not one who objected to the term "bi-sexual" in reference to her sexual preferences. 

So, when she met up with Sr. G. the next time, Irene shared with her the new experience she had with Tanya and Julie- -leaving out, of course, the fact that Tanya was a transsexual. Sr. G was captivated with the idea. Heretofore, Sr. G. had to limit herself to discreet contacts with other women, one at a time. The idea of group sex excited her. It was natural that Irene would want to bring her into the the menage. Sister G. knew she was taking a chance but went for it anyway. And it worked out perfectly. Tanya and Julie were still astounded about all this. Nevertheless, they found that having sex with a nun was also exciting. 

It was also, in a sense, "the more the merrier". It added a new dimension to their get-togethers. It worked out that a quorum was three but a fourth multiplied the pleasure immensely. The different combinations that Tanya, Julie, and Irene had formulated still applied but now they worked if any three of the four were present. If one of the original three couldn't make it, then the other three fit together perfectly. Sometimes, but rarely, it was one-on-one and that was good for a change too. When all four were together, as they were on their first night, they could create a sexual "string" or they could pair off two by two and switch partners at any time. 

The latter combination did cause a bit of a stir the first time that Mary, aka Sr. G., paired off with Tanya. It had to happen sooner or later. Mary discovered that Tanya was really- -in her eyes- -a man dressed up as a woman. She didn't understand Tanya's state of mind that she was actually a woman stuck in a man's body. It also seemed incongruous to Mary that Tanya liked to have sex with both women and men. Somehow in her mind the concept of "bi-sexuality" didn't apply to someone who was a transsexual. She accepted Tanya as a sexual partner as long as Tanya was giving Mary oral sex or masturbating her. But Mary would not tolerate having a penis in her vagina- -or her anus, for that matter- -nor would she accede to giving Tanya a blow job, or even a hand job. In this respect, there was more than a little of the old nun in Mary. This put a kink in some of their parties but nothing that couldn't be worked around. Julie and Irene told Tanya that they'd try to persuade Mary to be a little more open minded and perhaps try something new- -someday.

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To Be Continued...

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 14



One thing that did get Tanya on Mary's good side was Tanya's art work. Mary, being an art teacher, admired Tanya's natural talent for capturing spontaneous events in pen and ink- -or, more properly, in felt-tip pen. Tanya was dazzling with her swift sketching of subjects, static or in action. She showed Mary some of her fashion drawings and Mary was impressed not just with the garment concepts but with the energy - -actually the sensuality- -that Tanya was able to impart to her images. One must remember that Mary had a keen interest in anatomy, specifically female anatomy, as it could be translated in to art. It was this that lured Irene into her relationship with Mary. Tanya remembered this and planned on using it to thaw Mary out. 

Tanya invited Mary over to the apartment one afternoon. Julie and Irene weren't to be there, just Tanya and Mary. Tanya planned out a "showing" of her sketches. She laughed at herself as she put them together; it was really a variation of the old ploy, "Why don't you come up and see my etchings?" But anything Tanya could do to warm Mary to the idea of sexual experimentation seemed worth the try. 

Tanya selected the drawings she had done of Julie and Irene, the one that touched off their first threesome. And then she pulled out the sketches she had done of the three girls on the bed- -Julie, Mary, and Irene - -and sorted them into the pack. 

In one of the sessions that the girls had all by themselves, but which they had taped, Tanya saw that there had been some dildo play going on. Irene had used a dildo on Julie while Mary sucked on Julie's breasts and then Mary and Irene swapped positions. Mary seemed reluctant to work with the dildo but both Julie and Irene inveighed upon her to do it. She did and, once she got started, she seemed to have fun with the novelty of it. At one point, Mary grasped the rubbery penis with both of her hands, held it in front of her as if it were actually her penis, and thrust it into Julie's pussy rocking back and forth to simulate fucking. Tanya sketched a still of that off of the video and added a few embellishments for the sake of excitement. 

Tanya also produced some drawings from memory of Julie and Irene sucking cock, Tanya's cock. Tanya idealized these, added all of the touches she could to bring out the sensual nature of that activity, and focused on the pleasured looks on the girls' faces as their mouths were over and on her penis.

The piece d'resistance was a drawing that Tanya did specifically for the occasion. It was of Mary with her hands around an erect phallus (Tanya's) that clearly demonstrated Mary was enjoying stroking it. Tanya did everything she could to keep it from being a caricature while introducing as many emotionally influential elements into it as she could, elements that hopefully would elicit a response from Mary.

Tanya seeded these into a mix of straight forward sketches of still life, garments, models, nudes, and various body parts- -ala Leonardo. It was quite a collection, perhaps sixty works altogether. Most of the conventional ones were at the beginning and most of the steamy ones at the end but Tanya spaced them out so she could get a maximum response out of Mary.

Mary arrived at the apartment dressed quite casually- -for a nun. She had on a white blouse, sheer enough for Tanya to see Mary's bra underneath, a subdued blue print skirt, and- -Tanya was fascinated- -sandals that displayed Mary's rather good looking feet. Tanya couldn't help but notice that Mary had gotten a pedicure, albeit clear polish, but a pedicure nevertheless. 

Tanya had refreshments ready for both of them on the coffee table: cups, a carafe of coffee and a tray with some petit fours on it. Tanya guessed that Mary might have a sweet tooth. She was right. Mary took only a few sips of coffee but polished off about half a dozen of the tiny sweet cakes. That put her in a good mood.

"Mary, I'm so glad you could come over today. I am thrilled that you would be so interested in seeing my work. I know you've seen a little of it before but I want you to see more than a small part of the whole spectrum of my work." Tanya was laying it on thick- -not too thick because she recognized that Mary was not stupid but thick enough to be pleasant and persuasive. "I know you are an art teacher, and a good one from what Irene has told me, so I really would like to get your impressions of the things that I have done."

Tanya had no such desire. She knew that she had talent and that her work was superb. Every art instructor that she had ever had used her drawings as examples of style and technique, and the garment company trusted Tanya to render drawings of scores of their creations for publication. Tanya, though a college student, was really a professional.

They began flipping through the stack of pictures. Most of them were on sheets of heavy art paper, some as large as 36" X 24", but the majority were smaller. Most of them were in black and white- -pen ink- -but some were pencil sketches and some were actually done in pastel. It was quite an assortment.

The first few Tanya showed Mary were still life, pedestrian subjects- -bowls of fruit, vases full of flowers and things like that. There certainly wasn't any emotional appeal to these but Tanya did want to show off her technical ability. Mary was impressed at the crispness and detail, exactly what Tanya wanted.

Then Tanya got into some of her fashion art. These were drawings of garments, usually being worn by a model. Though detail was not unimportant, the purpose of these drawings were to "sell the look". Tanya had honed her technique of adding flair to her images, especially the look of the models themselves. The clothing itself stood out but it was the essence of the feeling of wearing the garment that permeated the picture. 

Mary "Hmmmm'd" and "Ohhhhh'd" and "I-Like-This-One'd" as Tanya brought each new picture up. Occasionally, Mary would ask to go back to an earlier drawing, look at it again, and compare it to the most recent one. Tanya found that Mary often said something like, "Yes, I see what you did here. How nice!" , or "I like the way you used light here and shadow there. Yes, very good.", or "Oh my! That IS a very sexy pose there!" Tanya was more after the "sexy pose" comments rather than the nuts-and-bolts of the drawing comments.

They began to get into the more arousing sketches. It started with some nudes in classical poses. As with the still life drawings, these demonstrated to Mary that Tanya had the ability to faithfully depict human anatomy but even these drawings had captured a certain sensuality in the models. There was one picture of a male nude, seated, with a three-quarter view from the left side. His left leg was crossed over his right so that his left ankle rested on his right knee and his left forearm rested on his left knee,but his right hand was in his lap partially concealed by his left thigh. One got the impression that his right hand might well have been playing with his penis. It didn't jump out at one but was certainly a possibility, especially considering the slight smile on his face. Mary reacted to this by shifting her position somewhat, squeezing her legs together. "Very nice." She said.

Tanya introduced the sketches of Julie and Irene with a simple, "Here are few of the girls I thought you'd like to see."

Well, Mary sat upright and drew in a breath when she saw the one of Julie and Irene standing together, arms around shoulders, holding hands, hips and thighs touching, breasts almost touching, where the over all impression was that they were about to meld into an embrace. (Which in fact they had done, in real life.) 

"Oh, MY! That is such a wonderful picture, Tanya! " Mary was effusive. "That is absolutely captivating. It makes me want to ask, 'What happened?'. You know... 'What's the rest of the story?'.....Marvelous!"

Tanya was pleased at Mary's reaction. "Frankly, Mary, the rest of the story is: that Julie and Irene 'got it on'. How else did this whole menage start?" Tanya giggled a little at the end.

Tanya flipped through a few more nudes of Julie, Irene and others. Nothing spectacular Tanya thought but Mary was paying closer attention and, with each one she saw, was more reluctant to pass on to the next picture. Tanya had thrown in some full frontal male nudes showing accentuated, but not overly large, flaccid penises. Mary was now also paying closer attention to these. Tanya could tell where Mary's focus was.

The next sequence was of Julie, Irene and Mary having sex. They included their threesome on Mary's first night- -before, during, and after- -and some that Tanya had taken off of the video tapes. 

"Now, Mary. Here are some of the ones I did of you and the girls. Some were 'in person' but some are off the tapes. I like them very much." On a hunch, Tanya threw out, "You, in particular, make a lovely subject. Look here...."

As Tanya pointed to Mary in the drawings and called her attention to her luscious body, and its various parts and aspects. Mary responded. Her hands smoothed her blouse, brushing by her bra just where her nipples would be underneath, and passed down over her lap to her thighs. Tanya could hear her breathing deepen. Was that an actual sigh?

"Oh, yes. And I couldn't help but bring this one out." Tanya was becoming more expansive.

Tanya lifted the last sketch to reveal the one of Mary plying Julie's pussy with the dildo. Though only a "freeze frame" drawing, it conveyed volumes about Mary. Tanya had purposely designed this to show Mary's pleasure and enthusiasm in doing that act. If it was not what Mary actually felt, it was what Tanya thought, rather wished and hoped, that Mary had felt. Judging my Mary's reaction, Tanya had hit the nail right on the head.

Mary began to squirm in her seat. Her legs rubbed together, separated, and came back together. Her chest thrust out and she drew in a deep breath. "Oh! YES. I remember THAT! I was reluctant at first but, you know, I REALLY enjoyed it."

"Yes, Mary. New experiences can indeed be exciting and enjoyable." Tanya was talking to her slowly and calmly- -hypnotically. "At least that has been my experience."

Tanya flashed by two drawings, each one of the girls giving Tanya a blow job. Tanya did this on purpose as if to suggest to Mary, "I know you don't really want to see these."

But Mary held Tanya's hand and pulled it back with the drawings still in it. "What are these? Let me have a look." Mary was insistent. "I want to see those."

Mary held the drawings side by side and gazed at them for a full minute without saying anything. Here eyes moved back and forth and she even leaned in to get a closer look at the detail. She set them gently down on the coffee table and looked at Tanya.

"Tanya, those are marvelous! To be honest with you, though I've seen that done before, I've never really had a chance to think about what it actually is." Mary was in awe and reflective. "You know that I've NEVER done THAT. But, well....looking at it here, it seems like something loving and precious is happening. I mean, the girls are actually consuming the object of their passion and love. And....look! Look at the expression on their faces. They look as if they are being transported. It is almost transcendental! Oh MY!" 

Tanya resisted the urge to whoop in triumph. THAT was EXACTLY the reaction she had wanted to get from Mary. Tanya had scored a direct hit! 

Mary was in a state of arousal. Her breathing was deep, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were becoming bright pink. Tanya could see Mary subtly lick her lips as she directed her gaze back to the two drawings. 

Tanya went for it. She went down to the bottom of the stack and pulled out the drawing she had done of Mary sucking cock. Tanya gently laid that drawing over the two that Mary was looking at and silently waited for a reaction- -holding her breath.

"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Mary sighed loudly at seeing the new picture. "I've never...I mean...I never thought.....Ohhhhh...It looks like it might be delic...I mean fun.....ohhhh, I don't know what I mean.....Should I try?"

Tanya kept her voice even and slow. "Mary, if you think you might like to, you should try." She repeated her earlier statement, "New experiences can indeed be exciting and enjoyable. If you think you would like to, you should try....yes, you should try...."

"I've never done it before....but I could try...." Mary sounded almost like she was in a trance. It was as if she was talking to herself. "I've done things like that with my girls.....I suppose it isn't all that different.....I could try, couldn't I?" 

"Yes, you could try....you should try....yes, just try...." Tanya was almost whispering now. "Yes....just....try.....you.....can.....try....."

'Would you let me try?" Mary asked of Tanya. "Would YOU let me try?"

"Yes, of course, Mary." Tanya was even and gentle. "Come with me."

Tanya took Mary by the hand and let into the bedroom, the scene of so many recent pleasurable experiences. Tanya guided her over to the bed and slowly, with delicate touch, began to take of Mary's clothes. She slipped out of her sandals while Tanya unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off of her arms. The bra came next. Tanya still marveled at how luscious Mary's breasts looked. Mary unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She sat down on the bed still in her panties.

Tanya was wearing a full length muumuu with nothing on underneath. She pulled it over her head and was instantly naked standing in front of Mary. Tanya's penis was getting hard all during her conversation with Mary; now it was fully erect jutting toward Mary's face. 

Mary gazed at Tanya's hard cock transfixed by its nearness to her mouth. She saw how nicely shaped it was- -circumcised, smooth with a deep, dark, shiny head. She reached up and gingerly touched Tanya's shaft with her index finger, pulled back a bit, and then circled it with all of her fingers. It felt warm in her hand, not cold like she remembered that the dildo felt; and, as she caressed its length, it twitched and swelled, alive in her hand. Tanya remained still and let Mary proceed at her own pace. The one thing that Tanya didn't want to do was to break the spell. 

Mary drew her mouth closer to the head Tanya's penis, stuck her tongue out so that it was just beyond her lips, now deeply pink from her excitement, and touched it so tentatively that almost no contact was made. But Mary felt its warmth transferred to her tongue and, though it looked hard, she felt the soft shiny-smoothness against her tongue. She made a quiet "Mmmmmm" sound deep in her throat. Mary's hand began to move up and down on Tanya's shaft, slowly and barely touching it but after a few strokes she became bolder and applied a little more pressure. She squeezed on the upstroke and caressed on the downstroke. How Mary knew how to do this mystified Tanya. She supposed some things were just innate and stroking a cock seemed to be one of them. 

Mary's eyes widened as she observed a drop of clear liquid begin to rise out of the end of Tanya's penis. Mary gave it another upstroke and the bead of pre-cum became bigger. When it was the size of a small pearl, Mary stuck out her tongue and touched it to the glistening drop. It immediately transferred itself to the end of her tongue. Reflexively, Mary drew her tongue back into her mouth taking the pre-cum with it. Tanya could see that Mary was rolling her tongue around in her mouth trying to get the feel of the consistency and taste of the pre-cum. Her eyes lit up when she finally got it. "Mmmmmmm" again came from Mary's throat.

She applied some more pressure to Tanya's phallus and bent it toward her lips so that it was not standing up quite so straight but was aimed more at her mouth. And then Mary parted her lips, open her mouth, and slowly began to take Tanya's penis inside. As her lips closed over the shiny head, Mary moved her head forward. Pretty soon it was entirely past her lips inside of her mouth. She closed her lips so that the enveloped the shaft and thrust her head gently a little closer to Tanya's abdomen. Tanya could feel Mary's tongue begin to play with the underside of her penis. It sent a thrill into her and involuntarily made it swell and twitch. Mary started a little but held the shaft in place with her hand, pressed her head farther forward, and applied more suction. Tanya's cock was indeed slipping farther into Mary's mouth, about half way by this time.

Mary held Tanya's cock in place for a moment, just getting used to feel of it inside her, and then began to force forward some more. When the head came in contact with her soft palate, Mary stopped and began to back off. Tanya was concerned that Mary had changed her mind and was about to terminate the proceedings but Mary surprised her once again. She started to firmly stroke Tanya's shaft while she took more of Tanya's prick into her mouth so that it was almost going down her throat. Again, another "Mmmmmm" sound. Mary's head started to move back and forth in concert with the stroking of her hand. Each time the stroking became more vigorous and each time Mary took more of Tanya's penis into her mouth and each time Mary applied more suction and more tongue play. She was getting into the rhythm of it now. Tanya could see that Mary's eyes were closed and could only guess what was going on in her head but, whatever her thoughts were, it seemed that Mary was enjoying herself. For her part, Tanya was savoring what was turning into a first class blow job.

Tanya began to feel her semen begin to rise up from her loins. This was a cause of some concern for she didn't want to alarm Mary when she came. Warm semen spurting into one's mouth when one is not expecting it can be disconcerting but it could be even more alarming if one has never experienced that sensation before.

Tanya cooed to Mary, "My sweet Mary, you are so good at that. It feels absolutely wonderful."

Mary responded with a simple, "Mmmmmmm."

"But Mary, my dear, you have to know that I am about to come. There will be a gush of liquid in your mouth. I don't want you to be surprised." Tanya kept up her dreamy tone.

Again, Mary responded, "Mmmmmm....uuuhhhh.....Mmmmmmm." And she continued to suck away on Tanya's penis.

"O.K., My dear. Are you ready? I can't hold it any longer." Tanya's voice remained even but there was tinge of urgency in it.

"Mmmmmm......mmmmMMMMmmmmm.....uhhhh...Mmmmmm." Was all that Mary could get out and that seemed to be from one who was in a trance.

Tanya felt her sperm propel itself from the head of her penis into Mary's mouth. Mary stopped her sucking and stroking abruptly and held Tanya's cock steady as it spurted its load into her mouth, against her tongue, and all the way to the back of her throat. Mary did not gag at all, in fact, it seemed to Tanya that Mary was eagerly accepting her load. And then Mary swallowed with Tanya's cock still in her mouth. Once more, that wonderful, "MMMMmmmmMMMMMM" sound came from Mary only now it was louder and more forceful, coming all of the way up from her chest. "MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

Mary began sucking on Tanya's penis again as if it were a soda straw and she was trying to get the last of the chocolate malt from the bottom of the glass. This was intense and sent Tanya into another paroxysm of delight. There was no more come....well...to come but the sensation was exquisite. It ran up her penis, all the way to her abdomen, up to her chest, and settled behind her eyes. Tanya literally felt her eyes cross with sheer pleasure. Tanya let out a gasp. "Oh!!! Mary, Mary, Mary....That is SOOOO Gooooood...." Tanya was no stranger to getting blow jobs- -or to giving them, for that matter- -but this was the first time that she could remember a feeling was this intense. A red letter day, for sure.




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 14



When Tanya recovered her composure, she looked down and saw that Mary still had her cock in her mouth. Mary seemed unwilling to relinquish hold of it. Tanya reached out and placed her hand on the top of Mary's head and softly patted it. "There, there, Mary. That was wonderful."

Mary slowly withdrew Tanya's softening cock from her mouth, keeping her lips tight around it as it slipped out. Just before the head exited, Mary gave it one last suck, almost a kiss, and let it drop to dangle between Tanya's legs.

Tanya, leaned down, put her hand underneath Mary's chin and tilted Mary's head upward so that their eyes met. Tanya could see the glow in Mary's eyes and there was a smile on her face. Tanya knelt down so that they were face to face and gently kissed Mary's lips. She moved hand behind Mary's head and pressed her lips closer. Her tongue probed between Mary's lips and was met the taste of Tanya's own semen. Mary abruptly sucked Tanya's tongue inside her mouth and worked on it with her tongue much the same way she had serviced Tanya's cock. Tanya felt another thrill starting in her loins. She knew she had no more semen in her for awhile but the sensation was wonderful nevertheless.

Their kiss concluded, the lips separated, and Tanya found herself again looking into Mary's eyes. 

"You, my sweet, are absolutely spectacular!" Tanya said with enthusiasm, but not enough to break the spell.

"I never knew it could be like that. If I'd known, I wouldn't have waited this long." Mary was breathless. "Tanya, thank you for being patient and loving to me. I could have missed everything otherwise."

"New experiences can indeed be exciting and enjoyable, My Dear" Tanya repeated her magic phrase. "I knew you'd think so too, once you allowed yourself the chance."

"Yes, Tanya. You are so right....so right...." Mary still seemed in a dream state, riding the high of her first blow job.

Tanya reached up and gently pressed her hands against Mary's shoulders and settled her down so that she was lying with her back on the bed and her legs draped off the edge. Then Tanya reached up and grabbed the waistband off Mary's panties- -she wasn't wearing black this time but white with a perky floral pattern- -and teased them over her hips, down her legs, and off over her feet. 

Tanya started at the tips of Mary's toes and kissed and nibbled her way up, moving from one side to the other, past her instep, over her ankles, across the inside of her calves, to the inside of her knees, and up her thighs until her lips arrived at Mary's thick, curly pubic bush. Mary had a pronounced tangy, earthy scent- -not at all unpleasant- -that made Tanya feel as if she were going to have a full meal to eat. 

Mary separated her legs as Tanya's lips traveled their way up to her pussy and, by the time Tanya's lips had arrived there, Mary's legs were fully apart with her knees bent and her heels resting on the mattress for support. She scooted back on the bed until she was in the center. Tanya got up our of her kneeling position and climbed up on the bed positioning herself kneeling between Mary's legs.

Tanya bent forward and probed Mary's crotch with the fingers of both hands separating Mary's lush pubic hair trying to expose her vagina. Mary's pubic hair was already moist from her excitement at giving Tanya a blow job and it made Tanya's job a little easier. As Tanya spread Mary's hair apart she began to see Mary's labia poking through. She had a fleshy pussy, not unattractively so, but with plenty of tissue to play with. Tanya bent to her task licking her way to part the last few strands of pubic hair until her tongue came in contact with Mary's labia. Tanya began to explore upward with her tongue savoring the tangy sweetness of Mary's juices. With her tongue between the lips she finally found what she was looking for- -Mary's clitoris.

Mary gave a start when Tanya's tongue first contacted her clit. This was not a foreign sensation to Mary but, after being sensitized by the excitement of her earlier exploit, she was particularly aware of any pressure on her clitoris. It did, however, feel good even though acute. Tanya was aware of this and backed off from direct contact on Mary's clitoris and used her tongue and lips to explore around it and into the opening of Mary's vagina. But, bit by bit, Tanya steered her explorations back to Mary's sensitive spot, flicking at it with her tongue ever so slightly at each pass. Mary's pussy was getting wetter and wetter partly from Tanya's saliva but also from Mary's own secretions- -which Tanya classified as delectable.

As Mary became less ticklish and more comfortable, Tanya began to softly suck on Mary's clit every other time she arrived there. The elicited more of Mary's "Mmmmmm" sounds. With each successive pass, Mary's "Mmmmm's" got longer and louder, "Mmmmmmmmmmm....", "MMMMMmmmmmmm....", "MMMMMMMMMmm..."

Tanya looked up as she was licking and could see, even from her point of view, that Mary was thoroughly enjoying herself. Mary was gazing at the ceiling and had moved her hands up to her breasts to massage them and tweak her own nipples in concert with Tanya's cunnilingus. 

Tanya rightly gauged that she had done just about enough with her lips and tongue. The decision now was whether to try to fuck Mary or try something else. Tanya was pretty sure she could work up an erection now but, having just had a recent orgasm, she wasn't sure that it would be good enough to get Mary off. Besides, Tanya remembered that Mary hadn't ever had vaginal sex with a man and had only minutes before attempted oral sex. Perhaps it would be too much of a shock to insert a cock into her pussy and try to proceed with regular sex. 

There was another option available to Tanya. She didn't have a dildo available- -that was put away somewhere not easily accessible. But Tanya could masturbate Mary. As high as Mary already was, it was a conceivably viable method to bring her to an orgasm. 

Mary's pussy was moist as moist could be as Tanya raised her head from between Mary's legs. Tanya moved her position from between Mary's thighs to where Tanya was kneeling beside her. Again leaning over, Tanya began to kiss and lick the upper margin of Mary's pubic area and nibble with her lips on the flesh of her tummy. At the same time, Tanya inserted her right index and middle fingers into Mary's vagina. Mary's pussy was so juicy, that Tanya's fingers went in easily, all the way up the knuckles of her hand. 

In and out, in and out, in and out.....Tanya began to work Mary's pussy with her fingers. The more she worked, the slicker her fingers got until there was a thick milky coating on them, the fragrance of which was beyond stimulating to Tanya. As her fingers went in and out, Tanya attempted to stimulate Mary's clitoris with her thumb and, every now and again, paused her stroking just to tickle Mary's clit. The more Tanya probed the hotter Mary got. Her "MmmmmMMMMmmm's" were regular now, in time with Tanya's strokes. When her fingers were fully inserted, Tanya began to wiggle her them against the front wall of Mary's vagina, searching for that mysterious "G" spot. This went on for quite some time. Tanya wasn't timing it but she guessed there was ten or fifteen minutes worth of stimulation.

At last, Mary began to respond to the vaginal probing. Her hips began to undulate, he back raised itself off of the mattress, her head was thrown back, and her "MMMMM" sounds were continual, loud and rhythmic. Mary dropped her hands away from her breasts to her sides to give herself more support. Tanya filled the gap by leaning in and sucking on Mary's right breast as she continued her "G" spot massage. Mary was now bucking almost uncontrollably and she was moaning constantly from the pit of her stomach all of the way up to her throat. She stopped her thrusting and held her self taut but still for about 30 seconds and then emitted an almost animal sound as she achieved her orgasm. Tanya felt her hand get a little more moist and a little slicker as it continued to ply Mary's vagina. Mary began bucking again as if riding a horse that couldn't be broken, paused again, and cried out again. (That's two, thought Tanya.) Mary relaxed and Tanya thought it was over and made a move as if to withdraw her fingers. In a move quicker than Tanya had ever seen, Mary's hand shot down and grabbed Tanya's wrist forcing her hand back into Mary's pussy and prompting Tanya to continue her finger fucking. Tanya did so. It was shortly followed by another monumental orgasm. Tanya didn't think that there could be one stronger than the last one, but there was. (That was three, thought Tanya.) Tanya was beginning to fear that Mary might do some damage to herself. She was hoping that Mary didn't have any weak blood vessels; they certainly would be at risk of popping, considering the violence of Mary's orgasms. 

Finally, Mary settled down on the bed. There were a few spasmodic mini-orgasms, aftershocks of the main event, but no more window rattlers. Tanya slowly and gently took her fingers out of Mary's pussy, brought them to her lips, and licked them clean. Mary looked up and saw Tanya doing this and gave Tanya a far away look and a smile. 

"Was that good for you?" Mary asked incongruously.

Not knowing really how to respond to that odd question, Tanya said, "Of course, my sweet. It was VERY good." Tanya, in referring to Mary's taste, was being absolutely honest.

"But the real question, Mary, is: Was that good for YOU?" Tanya tired to shift the focus off of herself and back onto Mary.

"You need to ask?" Mary chuckled weakly- -she was spent and still in the throes of post-orgasm euphoria. "You couldn't tell?"

"Of course I could, Mary. I just wanted to get you talking about it." Tanya maintained her soothing tone of voice. "From where I sat, you had a mega-orgasm. Did I say orgasm? As in orgasm, singular? It seemed to me you had no less than three!"

"Oh, yes I did; Yes I did; Yes I did!" Mary said, demonstrating a sense of humor. "I don't know that I could have stood another one."

"I was thinking the same thing, My Dear." Tanya responded. 

"But, Tanya? When you came? I mean my blow job....was it O.K." Mary seemed concerned.

"Oh, Mary. It was magnificent." Tanya was being honest and rightfully enthusiastic. "For someone who had never done that before, you are right at the top of MY list in that category. I can only say that you have 'natural talent', My Dear."

Tanya leaned over and kissed Mary's lips, softly, sweetly, and long. She moved her lips from Mary's up to her forehead and kissed her softly there too. Mary purred, a variation of her "MMMMM" sound, only much softer.

Tanya laid herself down next to Mary. Mary snuggled her head against Tanya's chest and they both drifted off into a light sleep.

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That took care of the "Mary Problem", or so Tanya thought. 

Once the foursome began to meet again as a group, the pairings and combinations were easier to effect. Mary eventually even allowed vaginal intercourse with Tanya's penis (condom protected, of course) or with a dildo in the hands of Julie or Irene. Anal sex was still not in Mary's future but, given her new found adventurous spirit, it wouldn't be long. She had really taken to heart Tanya's maxim to try and enjoy new experiences.

The new problem with Mary, though, was that she was becoming too attached to Tanya. Her experience with Tanya seemed to have shaken her to her very soul. There was a bond developing there that Tanya was uncomfortable with. But, for the time being, other than having to flip coins to decide which of the girls was going to get to fuck Tanya, their sessions proceeded comfortably. The girls just loved each other and, beyond description, enjoyed having sex with each other. Tanya was so pleased that passion had not spoiled their friendships.

Still, Tanya felt something was missing. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but it was there nevertheless.

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Tanya took some time off during a semester break and went home to visit her mother. Being a full time woman now and having her mother aware of it, made Tanya's visit much more enjoyable. Gone was that feeling of being strange and apart and afraid that someone, especially her mother, would find out. There was a new closeness between them.

On top of that, Candy had accepted a coaching position with a major college in the city. Candy had moved in with Ayisha and their relationship blossomed. Ayisha was finally at reconciled with her own feelings and sexuality. 

Tanya had kept her mother and up to date on school goings on but, other than an oblique allusion that her sex life had picked up, she hadn't given her mother any of the blow-by-blow details- -pardon the pun. So when she got home, she, her mother, and Candy spent most of the night and into the wee hours of the morning, talking about Tanya's escapades. Ayisha seemed excited and worried at the same time. She was excited because Tanya was having a range of enriching experiences that were denied to most people. But she was concerned that Tanya was getting so involved in her extra curricular sex excursions that she would drop behind at school or spoil her chances establishing herself in her fashion design career. Candy echoed Ayisha's comments but wasn't quite as concerned. Candy perceived Tanya as being an intelligent, capable person able to deal with life's vicissitudes as they came. 

Tanya allayed her mother's fears by producing a copy of her latest transcript. She was a 3.8 (on a scale of 4.0) in her grades. Her only deficiency was with some mandatory mathematics and science courses. She understood them but wasn't very enthusiastic in putting out the effort to ace them. In the area of the arts, Tanya excelled- -beyond excelled. Her professors were already recruiting her to be an assistant instructor in the art and design school. As far as her career was concerned, Tanya was leagues ahead of any of her fellow students. She was already working in the field and had, in fact, been entrusted with several major art projects for her garment company- -all of her work was accepted with kudos by her employer. There was no problem there.

Still, Ayisha was not entirely consoled. She thought that Tanya's foray's into complicated emotional relationships might be too much for her. Tanya reassured her that, as things stood, it wasn't a problem. But, Tanya had to admit, there still seemed to be something missing and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. 

It was Candy that came up with the answer. She suggested that Tanya, even though she was having the time of her life carrying on with her bi-sexual female friends, still hadn't dealt with being in a relationship with a man. Yes, Tanya had gone through her relationship with Dana, but Dana was a transsexual just like Tanya, not really someone truly of the male gender. There was a lot missing there that Tanya would need to learn how to deal with in future years. Tanya filed that away and, deep inside, knew what she needed to do- -find herself a man.

The prospect left her in a cold sweat. She despised the typical male: the insensitive, self-centered, boorish, sexually unsophisticated jock. She couldn't abide having to deal with that type of person, especially when she might be risking her life by getting exposed to some of the irrationally homophobic males who didn't understand transsexuality. Both Ayisha and Candy, having had more adult experience, reassured her that there were plenty of men who didn't fit Tanya's stereotype. It was just a matter of being relaxed and open-minded. How was that? Open to enjoy new experiences? Tanya's mantra exactly.

During her visit, Tanya got the opportunity to observe Ayisha and Candy live together on a daily basis. They were exceptionally comfortable with each other and open about their sexuality. There were constant demonstrations of affection between them. In fact, they didn't even keep their bedroom door closed at night and the sounds of their sexual activity, which was almost daily, filled the house. At first Tanya was a little uncomfortable with that but, looking at her own sexual experiences, concluded that her mother had every right to enjoy unfettered sex- -especially in her own house. Ayisha and Candy stopped short of asking Tanya to join in but Tanya wouldn't have been a bit surprised if they had asked her to join in- -or even averse, for that matter.

Surprisingly, on her last night at home before going back to school, Tanya again lay in bed in a pitch black house. As before, she heard her door open and sensed that someone had come into her room. She felt her bedcovers being folded back and felt a hand reach under her nightgown to find her penis. The attention got it hard and she shortly felt a warm, soft mouth performing fellatio on her. She came quickly, her orgasm driven by the excitement of the mystery. After Tanya was finished, the hand pulled Tanya's nightgown back over her, patted her tummy, and moved away. The door open and closed. Tanya could get no glimpse of who it was. And, as before, she, her mother, and Candy all had breakfast together. Nobody mentioned or even gave a hint that a curious event like that had occurred the night before. Tanya remained mystified.

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 15



Tanya went back to school after her visit with Ayisha and Candy. She and "the girls"- - Julie, Irene, and Mary- -still got together regularly and played but somehow Tanya was beginning to lose enthusiasm. Many times, Tanya just sat on the sidelines and ran the camcorder while the girls had fun with each other. There were some great scenes played out for her, especially when the girls got their "toys" into the act. And, admittedly, Tanya did enjoy the times when she could get things stirred up, for example, the time when she introduced Mary to anal sex, i.e. having Mary use a strap-on dildo on Tanya's ass. Mary was at first reluctant but Tanya talked her through it, making sure Mary was careful and gentle. Mary seemed to like being the "fuckor" and Tanya thought this was a good way to set Mary up for becoming the "fuckee" for anal sex at some time in the future. And Tanya enjoyed the sensation; she hadn't been ass-fucked since Dana left and Tanya had forgotten how much of an enhancement it was to her own orgasm. Tanya was eating Julie's pussy and jacking off while Mary worked Tanya's ass with the rubber penis. Irene jumped in at the last minute just as Tanya was stroking herself to the point of ejaculation, covered Tanya's cock with her mouth, and took Tanya's load down her throat. A nice touch, thought Tanya. Still, Tanya felt there was something missing. 

As the weather got warmer, Tanya spent her breaks between classes on the quad sketching. She did this for diversion and it seemed to free her mind at the same time. Using pencils, felt-tip pens, and sometimes charcoal Tanya would try to capture people as they sat on the benches or on the grass studying, talking, eating lunch- -everyday things. She worked on developing her skill for freezing motion in her drawings. This took a particularly "quick" eye, fast hands, and economy of effort. Some of her sketches were almost Asian in their simplicity using just a few strokes of the pen to express a complex scene. Others were more detailed but not photographic; they were more emotionally expressive than pictorially exact. She tried to capture the looks of people's faces as they walked and talked: Were they happy? or sad? Angry? Gossiping? What? Tanya felt that if she could get a single look down on paper it could tell the observer everything about the subject. She did some cartoons and caricatures too. Just exploring the spectrum of her talent gave her joy.

There was one person that passed by at almost the same time every day- -someone she enjoyed drawing. The weather having gotten warm, he was usually dressed in a track team tank top, colorful sweat pants, and running shoes. And he didn't just walk past. It seemed to Tanya that he half glided, half floated past. He was usually alone, but not always; he was usually listening to music in his earphones, but not always; he was usually wearing sunglasses, but not always. He usually walked on by- -but not this time.

He stopped in front of Tanya, lifted his sunglasses, and smiled. "I've seen you here several days in a row drawing. What do you draw? May I see?"

Tanya practically had her breath taken away. Up close, he looked like a god. He was clearly an athlete- -well built and muscled. He worked out for sure! He had a shaved head (better than having a lot of hair to wash after workouts), deep brown eyes, a ten mega-watt smile, and a smooth deep voice. In only a few words, Tanya could tell he was from another country. (She tried to place the accent. Caribbean? African?) And his skin was a deep chocolate brown, much like Tanya's mother. That made her feel comfortable. 

"Of course you may." Tanya tried to stay calm. "See? These are just some things I do to keep my skills sharp"

Tanya showed him a few of her sketches: a girl reading, a couple talking, a boy hurrying to get to class, the quad and its fountain against a sky filled with cotton candy clouds.

"Oh my! I should say these are just beautiful, my dear." His voice was not only smooth and deep but lilting. "You have the talent- -yes you do."

He introduced himself as Reginald. He was from Jamaica and he was a runner on the university's track team. He was at school on a scholarship to run track and to study athletics- -training, coaching, management. He was fast, not world class, but solid. He could compete in the sprints but really didn't have the quick burst of speed needed for success against the 100M and the 200m specialists. He ran the 400m, the 800m well. He sometimes ran the 1500m, though he was at somewhat of a disadvantage in them due to his size. The "milers" were smaller, skinnier, and not as well muscled as Reginald. But in those middle distances his strength could win out. He also did some of the other events like the hurdles, the broad jump and triple jump and could throw a javelin and discus, and did all right in the pole vault. In fact, he was just beginning to get the idea that he could be a decathlete. 

As they chatted, Tanya got to know more about him, she found that he wasn't like the other "jocks" that she had met. Reginald was, on the surface, mild though Tanya could sense a competitive spirit in him. He was cultured, brought up in an educated family. The music he listened to was classical, not rap or even rock. Opera wasn't foreign to him: Mozart, Rossini, Verdi and Puccini. He knew are: DaVinci, Monet, Picasso, and Pollock. He was conversant with the classics in literature, though he admitted modern literature left him cold. In short, he had good taste.

They began dating. Tanya took it slow. She didn't want to come on too strong right away and make him that she was just a slut looking for some sex. She would be setting herself up for being disrespected if she did that. And she also wanted to make sure that she didn't get herself into a "situation" because she misread him, in terms of his being open-minded about sexual matters. Plus, Tanya wanted to try to have a regular relationship as a woman with a man. So they did the "dating" things: dinners, movies, museums, even miniature golf and bowling. They had fun.

Tanya had to sacrifice time with the girls to cultivate her interest in Reginald but, once the girls got the picture of what Tanya was trying to accomplish, they let her go with their good graces. Tanya didn't separate herself entirely; she just found her self indulging in the "girl play" a little less frequently. Besides, Julie, Irene and Mary were dying to know how things were going. Their play sessions turned into gab sessions as much as they did sex-fests. 

The night finally came, near the end of the school year, when Tanya knew that she had to introduce sex into her and Reginald's relationship. Tanya loved that control. As a woman, she could pretty much dictate whether there was going to be sex or not. Unless there was alcohol, drugs, or date rape the woman pretty much called the shots. Tanya could tease with the best of them; it is just that she usually didn't. When she was in her male years, she detested "prick-teasers"- -out and out flirts who would just give a guy a case of "blue-balls" and leave them hanging (in more ways than one). Being a woman now, Tanya had some compassion for the guys who she knew wanted to have sex; she didn't hint that she "would" unless she "would". 

Tanya and Reginald were walking at the lake near the school after having dinner. They sat down on a secluded picnic bench to watch the sunset. It was a very romantic scene. The sky was reddening, the evening breeze ruffled the calm water and rustled the leaves in the trees, and the warmth of the day turned cooler- -not cold, just cooler. 

The sat side by side on the bench with their arms leaning on the table until the sun disappeared. Tanya looked around and saw that they were alone, not a soul in sight either at the nearby tables or on the path winding around the lake shore. And they were sitting at the table on the side that was farthest away from the lake; this gave them some extra "cover" should someone come strolling down the path unexpectedly. 

Without saying a word, Tanya reached around Reginald's waist and gently slid her hand inside of the waistband of his sweat pants. He tensed a little at this, half because he wasn't expecting it and half because it felt good. Tanya's hand snaked its way beneath his underwear until it found a familiar shape there, a cock that was rapidly becoming hard to the touch. 

"Swing your legs around." Tanya was in her clam directive mode now, "Get them out from underneath the table." 

As Reginald moved around his butt came off the bench and Tanya took this opportunity to pull his sweats and his shorts down in one swift move. There was enough light for Tanya to see his erect penis, large but not massive, looking like it needed some attention. She had his pants down around his knees and she knelt down to tug them farther down around his ankles. As she did this, she leaned forward so that her lips just brushed the head of his cock. It twitched as if it had a mind of its own.

"Oh, my! We're going to have to tame that rascal!" Tanya said in mock surprise. "It needs to be reined in for sure!"

With her hands moving across his thighs, Tanya grasped Reginald's cock in both hands, one hand on the top and one hand on the bottom and simultaneously stroked them up and down to further stimulate his stiff rod. She could hear him take a deep breath. Reaching up with one hand underneath his t-shirt, Tanya found his chest, located a nipple, and began squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger. At the same time, she stroked his cock with the other hand while she lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took him in.

Reginald had a stout cock, not oversized, but substantial. Tanya could get it inside her mouth but needed some lubrication to allow it to slide in and out. She backed the cock out, worked up some saliva, and quietly let it dribble out of her mouth onto the shiny head. She used her tongue to smooth the liquid around and could tell from the texture on her tongue that her saliva had mixed with some pre-cum that had seeped out of Reginald's dick. The salty taste made Tanya start to get hard but she knew that had to take a back seat to her task at hand.

She got Reginald's cock back into her mouth and started working on it in earnest. It swelled more as she stimulated it with her lips and tongue, the head getting even more taut and shiny. She knew she couldn't take the whole thing into her mouth so she stroked with her hand and mouth fucked his cock taking it a little deeper with each stroke while she tweaked his nipple with her other hand. He began to respond to this by lifting his butt off of the bench and thrusting his hips in time with Tanya's stroking.

After a couple of minutes, Reginald's thrusting became more frequent and more forceful. He tensed and froze and then let loose of his pent up sperm right into Tanya's mouth. She wasn't quite ready for it; she had misjudged his signs and was on an out stroke when he came. She gagged just a little bit at the quantity of liquid that was injected into her mouth and this caused some of it to spurt out between her lips and onto her hand that still encircled the spasming cock. But Tanya made a quick recovery and began swallowing what was in her mouth to make way for the extra that was coming. When Reginald had finished, she made sure she had gotten all of his semen by milking his cock with her hand and then, after she pulled her mouth off of him, she licked the residual sperm that was on his shaft and that had run down onto her hand. 

Rising to her feet, Tanya said to Reginald, "That wasn't for anything except that I wanted to do it. Do you know what I mean?"

"Why, yes, Tanya. I think I understand." Reginald was still a little disconcerted at the suddenness of Tanya's passion. "You're telling me that you just wanted to do that- -no strings attached. Right?"

"Yes. That's it. No strings attached." Tanya echoed Reginald but added, "No strings except that you respect me." 

"Of course I respect you!" Reginald was emphatic. "How could I not? You're a wonderful girl."

Tanya thought it was a little ridiculous for this serious conversation to be happening while Reginald still had his pants down around his ankles. She took his hands, pulled him in to a standing position, and knelt down to pull his underwear and pants back up. She gave his now limp pecker a little kiss as her mouth passed by as it disappeared beneath his pants.

Standing again, Tanya said, "What I mean is that you don't own me just because I gave you a blow job. You're delicious and I liked it but that's sex. I hope we have more than just that in our relationship."

In his lilting accent, Reginald responded, "Tanya, I enjoyed that too- -more than you can imagine. But I enjoy more the time we have had together. You have been a good friend, someone I feel comfortable with, someone I feel compatible with. To be honest, I hadn't thought of having sex until we were doing it just now. It surprised me- -pleasantly, I might add. If we have sex that's fine; if we don't that's fine, too. I just enjoy being with you."

Tanya wasn't quite sure if Reginald meant that or not but she loved to hear it just the same. It actually gave her hope that it was possible to have a friendship and a sexual relationship with a man both at once. It was a hope that fueled her spirit.

They left the lake, went into town, and had a coffee before parting and going home. 

Tanya felt wonderful.

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The next day, Tanya got together with Julie, Irene and Mary. She told them all about her experience with Reginald and asked their collective permission to introduce him to their little party. She admonished them that they had to be careful bringing Reginald in; she would work out a plan to do that satisfactorily. They all agreed.

Tanya, however, was beyond horny. Her passion of the night before had left her with a pent up need for an orgasm. Even though she felt she was a woman, she still had male physiology to deal with and that meant her semen build-up had to be dealt with. She didn't feel like jacking off either.

Mary seemed to be the one who sensed this and gave a nod to Julie and Irene. All three led Tanya into the bedroom, undressed her, and laid her out on the bed. Tanya was more than willing to be passive and let the three take care of her. 

Julie was at Tanya's feet massaging them while Irene attacked the other end kissing Tanya and stroking her brow. Mary went right for the gold caressing Tanya's penis until he became erect. Irene moved down from Tanya's mouth to her chest and sucked on her nipples while Mary alternately stroked and sucked Tanya's cock. Julie worked her way up from Tanya's feet, to her legs, to her crotch. As Mary worked on Tanya's penis, Julie licked her finger and then inserted it in Tanya's ass probing until she found Tanya's prostate- -Tanya gave out a moan as Julie's finger massaged that gland. 

Tanya came in a rush. Her semen shot out of her cock during one of Mary's stroking phases and spurted all the way up past Mary's face until it landed on Tanya's chest and splattered against Irene's cheek. All three girls "oooohed" and "aaaahed" at the volume and vigor of Tanya's ejaculation. There was a bit of a struggle among them as to which of them could lick up the most of it.

Tanya nodded off to sleep to the tune of the girls giggling as they licked her cum off of Irene's cheek, doing their own three-way cum swap. She was only vaguely aware of the girls sex play afterward. 

In her semi-dream state, something came to Tanya. It seemed odd that she thought of it but once the image caught hold it almost woke her completely up. It occurred to Tanya that Mary was actually wearing toenail polish. How interesting! Tanya sensed there was something going on with Mary......

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Something was going on with Reginald, too. When Tanya saw him in the middle of the week, he seemed very, very different. What once been a kind almost courtly man became a very cool and distant person. What could have happened in two days that could have changed him that much?

"Tell me, Reginald. Something is different with us." Tanya dispensed with formalities. "What's going on?"

"I almost can't talk about it, Tanya." Reginald said "Tanya" as if he were in fact putting quotation marks around it. "How could you do that to me?"

"Do what to you? Give you a blow job?" Tanya was flabbergasted. "We've been good for each other. What could I have done?"

Reginald was steely. "You could have TOLD me!"

"Told you WHAT?" Tanya sounded amazed but she thought she knew what was stuck in Reginald's craw. But she decided to let him say it.

"You could have told me that you were a MAN!" Reginald looked like he wanted to spit and wipe his lips with his sleeve. "I had to find that out from my friends!"

Tanya was afraid that would happen sometime. She had gambled that the people who knew her as Dan were either gone from school or didn't really care that she was now living as a woman. She didn't count on the mean spirited few that remained. It seems that Reginald had fallen in with some of them. 

"Here I was talking about the wonderful girl I was dating when one of the guys on the track team sprung that on me!" Reginald gorge was rising. "He said, 'I know that person. She's a HE! I didn't know you hadn't figured that out!' And what was I to say? I said, 'Of course I knew. But it was one hell of a good blow job.' I had to laugh along with the joke. I couldn't let them know I'd been gulled."

"Oh? One hell of a good blow job?" Tanya was angry now. "You bet your ass it was one hell of a good blow job. That's the only kind I give. Too bad it left a bad taste in YOUR mouth. I'm sorry your delicate male pride was injured."

Reginald was unmoved. "You lied to me! You should have told me- -sooner. I would have understood. But, NO! I had to find it out from one of the guys."

Tanya was downright steamed now. "Is that right? So, what you're telling me is that if you had known you would have kept seeing me? I don't think you're being honest about that. Admit it: You were just after some pussy!"

Reginald remained silent, tight jawed.

Tanya bored in. "I thought we established a friendship. Would you have done that if you'd known I was a male? I gather from what you are telling me, the answer is 'no'. I wanted to be sure we were compatible before we had sex- -and I thought we were. And so now that you know and now that I've sucked your cock, why should that change anything in the friendship?

"But you're a MAN!" Reginald nearly yelped the last word. "How could I have THAT type of a 'friendship' with a MAN?"

"Get off of it! It shouldn't change anything except for the fact that you're a homophobic jock!" Tanya was at her wits end. It was time for both barrels. "Just for your information 'my good man', naked I may look like a man but I'm a woman on the inside- -and more of a woman than you're ever likely to meet again. I hope you remember that blow job and that it makes you think how good things could have been. GOOD BYE!"

Tanya turned and stomped away with tears running down her cheeks. Reginald thought that was a typically female response. It did make him wonder. 

Tanya saw him again around campus during the rest of the school year but never talked to him again. Reginald didn't return to school after the summer. Tanya heard that he was training for the Olympics. A year later she saw that he had made the Olympic team from Jamaica- -as an alternate- -and that he gotten involved in some sort of scandal during the games. He was sent home after being arrested for consorting with a prostitute- -a MALE prostitute! Such is life.

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Tanya was disconsolate over the Reginald affair. What she thought was her best chance at having a loving, sexual relationship with a man blew up in her face. What was she to do? What could she expect if men reacted that way to her? She wasn't in to gay men; transsexual men/women were a sexual turn on- -she only had to think of Dana- -but that was still more like having a relationship with another woman; and having a relationship with other women was....well...it was vanilla. Sure sex could be good either way but there was something unfulfilled in her. 




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 15



The girls tried to cheer her up but couldn't make a dent. Tanya began to treat them more as friends than as lovers. Their escapades were fun to watch- -and tape- -and she did occasionally indulge in sex with them but it somehow had lost its kick. Tanya was pretty much just plain old depressed. 

Tanya watched Mary with interest. Since she had first met Mary, Tanya had seen changes. Mary went from a fairly dowdy looking woman to one who was taking care to groom herself to look nice and sexy. Tanya thought this had to be a problem for a NUN! Mary had gone from plain dark clothes, to light flowery outfits; from unadorned black or white undergarments to colorful bras and lacy bikini panties; from unpampered to pedicured feet- -and lately toenail polish; from short, dark, unstyled curly hair to a look that was clearly coifed, though not outrageously so; and Mary began to show up at the apartment wearing lipstick and some make up. Her only concession was that she still didn't wear fingernail polish. Tanya concluded that all of the other changes, except for fingernail polish, could be concealed from Sr. G's community and/or implemented only when she was "off campus". 

It was at the very end of the school year that Mary showed up at Tanya's apartment alone. Julie and Irene were involved in finals. Tanya was also studying for finals in one of her classes but wasn't engrossed in her efforts. First, she knew the subject cold anyway and, second, she just wasn't all that enthused being still down in the dumps about Reginald. But Mary showed up dressed in a brightly colored sun dress with sandals on her feet, cheerfully atwitter, glowing with the joy of a girl who'd just been let out of school- -and she was wearing fingernail polish.

"Mary, Mary! You're in a state of euphoria." Tanya said as soon as she sized up Mary's mood. "Who gave you the upper?"

"Tanya, Tanya! I wanted you to be the first to know." Mary was ebullient. "I'm free! I'm free at last!"

Tanya thought Mary was talking about the end of the school year at the girls high school. "Good for you. 'No more books, no more dirty looks' Congratulations!"

"No, Tanya. I mean I'm done with being a nun!" Mary did look like a school girl now, sashaying around the apartment, swishing her dress, doing little pirouettes. "I've given the order my resignation. No more nuns, no more habits, no more discipline, no more ecclesiastical B.S. I'm free!"

Mary explained that she had been thinking of doing this even before she had gotten involved with Irene and the "girl sessions". For one thing, she was now in her late 30's and questioning whether she wanted to spend the rest of her life essentially cloistered or to get out and live among people. For another, even though she had some sexual experiences while a nun- -affairs like Irene- -she hadn't realized the spectrum of sexual experiences that were available to her. She was thankful to Tanya, Irene, and Julie for that. She had always thought of herself as a lesbian because those were her experiences; she had never really given herself a chance to experiment with men and had therefore labeled herself a lesbian. But since she had been engaged with the trio, she had awakened to the possibilities of being bi-sexual. She was particularly thankful to Tanya for that.

And finally, she knew that she could make her own way as a teacher and didn't need to count on the security of being in a convent. In fact, she had already accepted a job as a teacher at an art school and she had enrolled in a doctoral course at the university. A whole new life was opening up to her. 

"Well, Mary, that's wonderful. I am so glad that you are off into a new phase of your life. How exciting!" If she couldn't be thrilled with her own situation, Tanya could at least try to be enthusiastic for Mary. "I've just loved seeing you grow these past few months."

"But there's something else, Tanya. Something I want you to do for me." Mary was intense and sincere. "I want you to make love to me as a man- -just once as a man, just you and me. I need to know how that feels."

It occurred to Tanya that, other than their first one-on-one encounter where Mary gave Tanya a blow job and Tanya masturbated Mary to orgasm, she and Mary had not had conventional sex together, just the two of them alone. They had done that as part of the Julie-Irene-Mary-Tanya combinations but not just the two of them. 

No sooner than Tanya nodded agreement than Mary had her sundress off over her head and discarded it onto the couch. She was not wearing a bra- -pretty risque, Tanya thought- -and had on a very skinny thong as underwear. Tanya couldn't help but be aroused at seeing Mary's luscious, pale body with her deliciously soft breasts. Tanya's hard-on started well before Mary stripped Tanya's sweatshirt and jeans off of her.

Mary led Tanya into the bedroom, flopped down on the bed, peeled her thong off, and lay there spread-eagle waiting for Tanya to take her. Tanya put herself into her male persona and swaggered into the room stroking her cock with a look of passion on her face. It wasn't a put-on look; Tanya was feeling some serious lust for Mary's body. Tanya grabbed a condom from her dresser drawer, ripped it open, and unrolled it over her stiff prick. This was no time for Mary to get pregnant! 

Tanya knelt between Mary's legs, separated them even more with her hands, and then leaned forward so that her erect cock was against Mary's bushy vagina. Tanya's phallus slipped easily into Mary's pussy and Mary was more than ready for it. The thought of fucking Tanya all by herself had caused Mary's glands to work overtime so that there was plenty of lubrication. Tanya began to hump away on Mary in this most common of sexual positions. But that didn't detract from the sensations. Tanya felt Mary's warm, moist pussy envelop her cock, almost pulling it inside her; and Mary thrilled at the sensation of Tanya's meat inside her- -it made her draw her legs up and spread them wider so Tanya could thrust deeper. Mary could feel Tanya's penis penetrate all of the way to the back of the wall of her vagina and, as she tensed, she could feel the head stimulate her "G-Spot". It didn't take but a few minutes of vigorous fucking for Mary to have an orgasm. Tanya didn't come but Mary did- -big time. Tanya felt the fragrant wetness exude from Marry's pussy when it tightened around her cock as Mary came. They both relaxed. Mary was glowing; Tanya was still holding her load.

Mary, eyes aglow, looked up at Tanya and said, "O.K....that was good but...but....there's something else...." Mary, though ecstatic, seemed hesitant to ask. But she finally got it out. "Tanya? Take your cock out of my pussy, take that silly condom off, and fuck me in the ass."

"Are you sure?" Tanya was astounded that Mary would be asking for that. "Are you really sure?"

"Oh, YES! Please Tanya. Do it NOW!" Mary was pleading and commanding at the same time. Tanya couldn't refuse.

Tanya pulled her cock out of Mary's pussy, peeled off the condom, and rolled Mary over onto her stomach. There was still a little lubrication on Tanya's cock from inside the condom which was probably mixed with some of Tanya's pre-cum and some of the lubrication and cum from Mary's vagina had seeped down to coat her asshole. Other than her sphincter being tight, Tanya's cock slid easily into Mary's rectum. 

Mary gave a start and a sigh as the head of Tanya's prick went past the ring of her sphincter and penetrated further into her. The sensation was odd and familiar at the same time. She had felt something like it when she would strain trying to pass a large bowel movement but she didn't reckon on the extra, more pleasurable sensation of Tanya's hard organ rubbing against the inside of her ass and the back wall of her vagina all at the same time. This began to send her over the edge once more. Tanya sensed this and pulled Mary up to her knees so that Tanya was fucking Mary's ass doggie style. As Tanya bucked back and forth gliding her cock in and out of Mary's ass, Tanya reached around and found Mary's clitoris, and began caressing it with her fingers. Mary supported herself on one arm and user her other hand to play with her pussy and clitoris, competing with Tanya's fingers. Tanya fucked harder and harder giving longer and deeper strokes each time. She pulled her hand away from Mary's snatch and held onto Mary's hips to give leverage and force to the thrusting. Mary was dealing with her own pussy just fine with her own fingers. 

Tanya felt a gush of liquid emanate from Mary's pussy and drench her thighs just as Mary's moaning reached a fever pitch. Tanya felt extra pressure on her cock as this happened. And then Mary pitched forward on her stomach, almost collapsing. It was so fast that Tanya's cock was pulled all of the way out of Mary's ass. There was a squishy sound followed by an even louder moan of relief from Mary. 

Mary relaxed only a moment and then rolled over onto her back still between Tanya's legs. "Come for me! Come for me NOW!" Mary seemed frantic.

Tanya moved her body up to where her crotch was above Mary's chest all the while stroking her cock. He could sense Mary's hand return to her pussy and begin to masturbate again. Tanya stroked her cock harder and faster. The head of her cock was only inches from Mary's chin when Tanya shot her load. The warm, thick, milky white semen spurted out and over Mary's neck and face. Mary opened her mouth and caught most of the second gush on her lips and tongue and licked it inside her mouth. Tanya sent out three more spurts of cum each one a little less with a little less force until there was no more to come. Mary used her fingers to lift the residual cum off of her throat and cheeks and spoon it into her mouth, licking and swallowing all she could find. Tanya leaned forward, supported herself on her arms so that her softening penis was directly on top off Mary's lips. Mary kissed the head and sucked out the last of the cum that was there. 

They lay on the bed both enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms. They caressed each other, Mary fondled Tanya's cock and Tanya fondled Mary's breasts, until they fell asleep. 

"What a way for Mary to start a new life!" Tanya thought as she drifted off. "How wonderful!"

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 16



16

Life had gone dull--dull--dull.

Irene and Julie had drifted away. It seemed that they were so interested in each other now that they just didn't have time for Tanya. Every now and again, they would run into each other around the campus. Greetings were friendly and there was a sincere interest in knowing what was going on with all of them but the lust and fire was gone. They would talk about the passion of their menages-a-trois/quatre but the conversations were reminiscences- -pleasant but not reproducible. 

Mary had flown the coop and was beginning to make a life for herself outside of the convent and outside of parochial academia. Tanya hadn't seen her in person since their last sexual encounter and heard from her only occasionally. Mary sounded bright, cheery, and full of enthusiasm. She had some paying art students and was beginning her doctoral studies. Mary said that she had a budding relationship with one of her doctoral fellows. He was a middle-aged man who had once been a priest, struggled with his sexuality, and finally came to terms with the fact that he was bi-sexual. Mary gleefully related that they had embarked on an adventuresome sex life- -boys and girls, boys and boys, girls and girls. She sounded happy indeed.

Tanya was working for the summer at the garment house. She was now practically a full time employee- -certainly so during the summer. She was taking on more and more projects, especially those involving the artwork. The partners had even asked her to do some modeling, photographic not runway. The photographers loved Tanya. They said that the "camera" loved her and indeed the photo shoots turned out very well. Tanya didn't know- -and really didn't care--whether or not they knew she was transsexual. Actually, Tanya thought that the photographers themselves didn't care as long as they got a primo result. Tanya's height, proportions, and body tone were excellent; her creamy complexion was flawless; her coloration was exotic. Yes, the photogs loved her. 

It was because of the success she had with modeling that Tanya decided to have plastic surgery. The shoots that involved blouse and skirt ensembles, suits, or accessories weren't a problem but when they suggested that she model dresses with décolleté or swim wear, Tanya had to defer. There was only so much one could do, even with processing techniques, to conceal her all too flat chest. 

Tanya took a week off and went to see her mother and Candy to discuss this and to recharge her spirit in general.

It was, as usual, a pleasant visit. Tanya, Ayisha, and Candy did the usual woman things and also had some late night discussions. Tanya broached the subject of plastic surgery. she told Ayisha and Candy that she was planning on having breast implants mainly to promote her fashion and modeling career. She reassured them both that she wasn't planning on having her cock removed nor was she interested in taking hormones. Her cock served her too well with both men and women and hormone therapy seemed to be unnecessary as Tanya had schooled herself well in modulating her voice and her body characteristics weren't such that hormones would produce any real benefit. Ayisha, being a nurse, was pleased at Tanya's mature reasoning and even made a recommendation as to a qualified plastic surgeon. Tanya was grateful for that.

Tanya spent her last night there staying awake in her bedroom waiting for the mystery person to show up. It was hard to keep her eyes open and eventually she drifted off to sleep. But in the wee hours, Tanya awoke to the now familiar sound of her bedroom door opening and closing along with the faint rustle of someone moving toward her bed. Her anticipation was fulfilled when the covers were drawn back and soft hands hiked nightgown up to expose here stiffening cock. Warm lips enfolded her penis and a moist mouth began to ply her organ once again. The excitement of the whole thing brought Tanya to a swift climax. As she spurted semen into the waiting receptacle Tanya reached behind her under her pillow and produced a flashlight. She flicked it on just as the fellator was slurping up the last of Tanya's cum.

"Ludmilla!!" Tanya gasped with genuine surprise. "Why? ...How?...I mean, what in the world?....." She somehow thought that she might discover that her mother was her mystery person (indeed, secretly wished that might be the case)- -or even Candy- -but seeing Ludmilla absolutely astonished her. 

But there was Tatiana's mother, middle-aged, chubby, prim, finishing up taking Tanya's load down her throat. She had a surprised but pleased look on her face- -joyful, in fact. It certainly seemed that she was relishing her work. Despite her surprise at being found out, Ludmilla completed her task by sucking Tanya's cock clean and licking her lips to make sure that she got the taste of the last little bit of Tanya's semen.

"Danillo, my dear- -or, should I say Tanya." She said softly in the not so flattering glare of the flashlight. "I was hoping that you'd resist the urge to find out who was 'visiting' you these nights when you were home. But, now that you know, all I can say is that I had this fantasy ever since I knew you as a teenager."

"Ludmilla, I had no idea whatsoever it might me you." Tanya was still non-plussed by the revelation. "I thought it might be.....well, not YOU at any rate." 

"Forgive me for being a silly old woman." Ludmilla said abashedly. "I was always more than a little envious of Tatiana and the fun that you and she had. She shared all of that with me and the more she talked about it the more I wished I could partake. I had always planned on seducing you sometime when you were over at my house but you and Tatiana stopped seeing each other- -once she and her girlfriend became an item- -and you moved away. But I stayed in contact with your mother and I knew when you'd be visiting. I suggested to Ayisha that she be indulgent with an old woman such as I and let me have a little fun."

"So, she was in on it?" Tanya sounded curious but not unbelieving. "You and my MOTHER?....Were in on this together?...."

"Yes, my dear. I hope you aren't repulsed by this." Ludmilla seemed almost apologetic. "It is just that I treasure you and, old woman that I am, I haven't had much by way of sex and you seemed to be so delicious looking and even if you dress like a girl now it really doesn't make any difference because....well, you know....I just had to have a taste of you and once I did it was so hard not to do it again....."

"Ludmilla. I had no idea at all this is how you felt. I am humbled and charmed that you would wish to do that for me." Tanya's tone was soft and loving now. "Please, come to me." 

With that, Tanya drew Ludmilla to her, raising her up so that they were face to face. Tanya kissed her lips and pressed her tongue between them still salty from Tanya's semen. As they kissed, Tanya felt Ludmilla relax almost melting against Tanya's body. Ludmilla breathed a sigh of pleasure as she snuggled close. 

Now, Ludmilla was not an "old" woman by any stretch, in today's standards. She was in her 50's and, aside from being a little chubby, had a shapely body. Her breasts pressed against Tanya as they kissed and Tanya felt firmness there that one wouldn't ordinarily expect from a woman of Ludmilla's age. Tanya felt the urge to see what those breasts looked like.

Tanya switched off the flashlight and reached over and turned on the lamp on the night stand. It was a 25 Watt bulb so it didn't create harsh lighting. Ludmilla seemed surprised and a little taken aback but was too engrossed with Tanya to interrupt their cuddling. Tanya moved Ludmilla to the side and began to disrobe her. 

Ludmilla was wearing a light jersey top which Tanya wasted no time in pulling up over Ludmilla's arms and head. She had a bra underneath which likewise got unhooked and discarded. As Ludmilla's breasts exposed themselves, Tanya couldn't help but notice how creamy white they were with silver-dollar sized pink nipples exactly in the center of each. They were a little fleshy and a bit pendulous but not as drawn and saggy as Tanya might have expected them to be. In fact, they were rather firm though not pert. Tanya moved her head so that she could kiss each one in turn and nibbled between them as she worked to remove Ludmilla's skirt. Given their position on the bed, the latter proved to be more of a gymnastic exercise than either of them was willing to undertake, so Ludmilla finally disengaged herself, stood up, and removed her skirt and panties herself. 

As Ludmilla stood away from the bed, now naked, Tanya could see that age had indeed been kind to Ludmilla. She was not really out of shape. Albeit, her waist and hips were characteristically thickened with a little bit of a tummy but overall her contours were voluptuous. Standing, Ludmilla's breasts did droop but, as Tanya had observed, were not saggy and possessed definite firmness. 

Even though moments before Tanya had ejaculated her load, she was feeling stirrings in her loins. As she observed Ludmilla naked, Tanya's cock began to stiffen and swell. She was ready for some love making. Tanya held our her arms to Ludmilla. "Come to me." was Tanya's quiet command.

As Ludmilla got up on the bed again, Tanya pulled her own nightgown over her head. Ludmilla knelt astride Tanya's hips and lowered herself until Tanya's erect cock penetrated Ludmilla's moistened pussy. Tanya's penis slid in easily and rested comfortably in the warm wet confines of Ludmilla's vagina.

Ludmilla began to grind her hips against Tanya bucking back and forth to get deep stimulation from Tanya's now completely hard cock. Tanya could feel the slickness of Ludmilla's pussy but also felt the pressure that Ludmilla exerted as she flexed her pelvic muscles. "This woman has done her 'Kegels'" Tanya thought, impressed by Ludmilla's tightness. 

Tanya was thrilled to see Ludmilla become more and more enthusiastic and energetic as their love making progressed. In addition to sliding herself back and forth on Tanya's cock, Ludmilla actually sat up and raised and lowered herself on Tanya's organ as she massaged her own breasts and caress her own nipples. This stimulation produced even more lubrication and Ludmilla took advantage of that by increasing the intensity and amplitude of her fucking. Tanya just watched with amazement. What a performance this staid, kindly old woman was giving!

While continuing to use her right hand to tweak her right nipple, Ludmilla lowered her left hand between her legs and played with her clitoris as her thighs slapped against Tanya and Tanya's cock worked inside of her. After a few minutes of this, Ludmilla pitched forward pressing herself to Tanya, encircling Tanya's shoulders with her arms, pressing her breasts against Tanya's chest, and fucking away with all of her might on Tanya's cock. Tanya was astounded not only at the strength of Ludmilla's embrace but even more so with the grip that Ludmilla's cunt was putting on Tanya's cock as she Ludmilla undulated her hips. It was as good as the best blow-job Tanya had ever experienced. It was getting harder to resist coming.

Tanya knew when Ludmilla came. Ludmilla stopped her humping abruptly and her arms clasped Tanya even tighter. Tanya could feel Ludmilla's tummy and thighs quiver and felt moistness exude from Ludmilla's pussy onto Tanya's abdomen. It created a slick field for Ludmilla's pussy ant tummy to slip against as she began to gently rock back and forth after she came, accompanied by soft slippery noises and sighs of satisfaction. 

"Danillo? Tanya? You have not come?" Ludmilla seemed concerned, almost crestfallen. "This will not do- -not at all."

Ludmilla dismounted Tanya, knelt to one side, bent her face toward Tanya's cock, and began to vigorously suck the life out of it. Ludmilla's lips and tongue worked furiously as she produced suction with her cheeks and her left hand cradled Tanya's balls as her right hand stroked Tanya's cock. Ludmilla's head bobbed up and down to where Tanya's penis penetrated all of the way to the back of her mouth and to the point where it almost escaped her lips. Tanya knew it was time and allowed herself to come shooting her load again into Ludmilla's waiting mouth. Ludmilla gulped and swallowed even as she maintained her oral massage of Tanya's cock. Ludmilla didn't stop until Tanya's cock was soft again.

When she had finished, Ludmilla moved her face up to Tanya's and gave her a deep, deep tongue filled kiss. Once again, Tanya could feel the slickness and taste the saltiness of her own come. 

Without saying a word, Ludmilla got up, swiftly dressed herself, and switched off the table lamp. She leaned over and kissed Tanya on the forehead and then on the lips.

"Danillo, my love. I shall never forget that." Ludmilla whispered into Tanya's ear. "I hope we have some chance of doing this again- -if you wish. And I hope you do wish it."

In pitch blackness, Tanya heard Ludmilla leave the room and softly click the door behind her.

Tanya lay there in the darkness drained and satisfied contemplating with amazement the varieties and surprises of human experience. 

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In the morning, Tanya, Ayisha, and Candy had breakfast. Tanya did not bring up her nighttime visitation with Ludmilla. Tanya was sure they knew of it but must have felt that there was no reason to discuss it. Some things are better left unsaid.

It wasn't until she was driving back to University Town that it came to Tanya's mind that her mother looked just a little tired and a little drawn- -not drastically so but certainly a notch off of her usual energetic self. Ayisha didn't say anything nor did Candy. Tanya made a mental note to discuss this with her mother the next time she saw her.

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Back at work, Tanya plunged into her projects. There wasn't as much modeling as the fall and winter lines were already in production and in the catalogs. But there was still a lot to do with respect to planning next year's spring and summer creations- -lots of artwork and lots of fabric selection. 

This was also a good time to plan her surgery. Tanya decided to have it done two weeks before the start of the Fall quarter. This would be her senior year; the last of her courses did not look to be too demanding; and the bulk of her convalescence would take place before classes started. With Julie, Irene, and Mary off doing their own thing and no prospects on the horizon, Tanya didn't anticipate that there would be much by way of vigorous sexual activity to impede her recuperation.

Tanya had several consultations with her selected plastic surgeon. He was an openly gay man who had an artist's eye and touch. Tanya understood him. There was no physical attraction but there was a mutual respect on sexual and artistic levels. He had empathy for Tanya's situation and demonstrated a caring sensitivity. He was thorough in his description of the process. Because of Tanya's size, he suggested that she might want to consider fuller breasts. They agreed on a full "C" cup size which, given Tanya's proportions might even look like a "D" cup. Tanya was quick to impress on the doctor that she didn't want an obvious "silicone bag" look. The surgeon suggested that they proceed in stages. Using incisions under her armpits, he would insert implants that could be gradually filled with fluid which would allow the skin over Tanya's breasts to stretch out naturally a little at a time. The last surgery would result in insertion of the permanent implants. This would take more time but would yield a better result. This threw Tanya's timetable off somewhat but she recognized that it would produce a more realistic cosmetic result. Tanya had the first surgery in late August and was fit for the start of classes in September.

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Classes were not difficult. There were a few that required a lot of reading but Tanya was fortunate to have an excellent memory. Once through the material and she had it down for good. The practical courses were even easier. Her artistic skills were becoming more and more refined no matter what the medium. In addition to sketching and painting, Tanya developed an affinity for sculpture, both modeling in clay and chiseling stone. The latter she had to go slowly with because she couldn't give full exertion while her breast implants were developing. Nevertheless, she scored well in those classes. As an elective, she participated theater and film work, mainly in set design. She won an award for her scenery design in the Fall play- -another thing for her "brag sheet". 

Her part time work at the garment company filled her time too. Even though she was one of the younger people there, she found herself instructing others. She had inventive ideas for new "looks" for upcoming lines. While not always accepted for final production, they were always well received. 

Along toward November, she was given an assignment to work with a new intern who needed some tutoring in drawing. The intern was a business major not an artist but the executives felt that he should have a complete understanding of the business which included the creative/artistic side along with the production, marketing, and financial aspects. 

The young man's name was Gardner. He was on the brash side. Really, he was insecure and tried to make up for it by being brassy. For example, he would introduce himself, "Hi, I'm Gardner. Know where I can find a 'hoe'?" He made a lot of jokes that fell flat but that didn't keep him from trying. He was bright, had talent, but not much self-awareness. Tanya gritted her teeth- -not exactly the type of personality she enjoyed. Surprisingly, he did have some talent when it came to drawing. He was never going to be an "artiste" but he could give a fair account of himself with basic sketching. He needed some practical instruction as to composition, proportion, and perspective. It was clear, however, that his real talent lay in sales and marketing. Notwithstanding his brashness- -which if cultivated might become an asset- -he did show promise in schmoozing the customers. Oh! And one other thing- -he had a luscious body!

Gardner was only about 5'8" and maybe 150, soaking wet, but he had an athlete's body. He wasn't buff but it did look like he took care of himself. There wasn't a lot of fat on his body and he was toned. He moved quickly and surely which belied his underlying lack of assurance. It was as if he thought that if he looked like he was moving decisively he might be able to sell the idea that he knew what he was doing. Once he knew what he was doing, this attitude would indeed be valuable.

Tanya decided to give him the "treatment" just to find out what she was dealing with.

At work, Tanya gave Gardner some assignments: copy this sketch, draw this garment, create an original drawing. He returned them in a day. They weren't all that good but neither were they bad. At least he had some sense of space and shape. 

The next day, Tanya took him outside and sat him down at one of the lunch tables that were set up for the employees along the back of the building. "Draw that trash can over there." Tanya pointed to rather prosaic looking corrugated aluminum can with a domed lid. "Do it in three minutes.....GO!"

Gardner furiously scratched with charcoal on his sketching pad. At the end of three minutes, Tanya called "Time" and Gardner showed Tanya his work. It was good in a general way but lacked details and depth and there was no context.

Tanya said, "Look, Gardner. When you sketch something like that, relax. Let it flow. Rough out the angles and curves, then hit the details- -the crimps and rivets- -and put in a 'place'. You see? It is standing next to a utility pole? Put that in there, too." 

She had him do one or two more quick works and critiqued each one. Tanya saw that he was a quick student. The third drawing was far better than the first. Perhaps there was more talent here than met the eye. Then again, Tanya had to recognize that this was just a "rounding out" exercise. Gardner's destiny was not in art; he just needed an understanding and working knowledge to help him along in his future career.




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 16



The following day, Tanya had Gardner in the "draping" department. This is where the designers pieced together the pieces of their creations on dress forms using colorless muslin fabric. It was tedious work, yet artistic. Seams, folds, creases, and tucks were all pinned into place so that there was an embryonic presentation of the finished garment. 

"O.K., Gardner. Draw that over there. Yes, that one- -the sun dress. Five minutes this time. Go!" Tanya grabbed her sketch pad and drew right along with him. 

What Gardner produced was a bare bones representation of the dress form with the fabric pinned on it. Tanya showed Gardner her sketch. It had a "reality" view and a finished "concept" view. The first was more like Gardner's rendering, but more detailed, and Tanya's "concept" view made the garment look as if it were finished complete with a fabric pattern, worn by a generic body type model with generic model type facial features. Clearly Tanya's sketch was professional quality. Tanya showed him up on purpose. She wanted to foster a little humility in this young man.

"Tomorrow. My place. Advanced work." Tanya handed Gardner her card with her address and phone number on it. 

"But tomorrow is Saturday!" Gardner protested. "Don't I get the weekend off?"

Tanya shot back at him, perhaps a little too authoritatively, "If you're interested in this business, you're going to have to learn that sometimes there isn't such a thing as a 'weekend'. Be there tomorrow at 10:00AM."

Gardner showed up at 10:00AM on the dot. Tanya had already finished her morning exercise and was wearing loose fitting sweat outfit. She was getting used to the fact that she now had to wear a bra all of the time, and needed to wear a sport bra while she exercised, so as not to traumatize the developing tissue in her chest. She was also getting used to the fact that she couldn't work out like she did before- -no jogging and no weight work. Those would have to wait until after her plastic surgery was complete. She could cycle so she bought a recumbent exercise bike to use to keep up with her cardio fitness and did gentle yoga for flexibility and muscle tone. 

Tanya showed Gardner in, got him an iced tea, and sat him down on the couch. She was sure that he would much rather have had a beer but it was early and she wanted his head clear. It was a lesson that he would need to learn sober.

"O.K., Gardner. We're going to talk anatomy today." Tanya assumed a school teacher's tone. "The fashion business depends on clothing the human body, in all of its shapes and sizes. If you don't understand the human body- -how it takes up space, how it looks, how people think they look, and how they wished they looked- -then you're not going to get very far in the business." 

Tanya held up her right foot, kicked off the leather zori, and said, "Now, draw my foot. Take your time- -You've got five minutes!"

Tanya watched as Gardner worked. He was intent. He cocked his head from side to side as he drew. Tanya could see his tongue move around inside his mouth as he struggled to capture the details. She wouldn't have been a bit surprised if Gardner had actually stuck his tongue out while drawing. 

His finished drawing was rather good but Tanya had to find something to criticize. "Nicely proportioned, Gardner. But you see here? There are creases near the toes that should be there and also creases where the foot meets the ankle. And then, you see, the sweep of the arch in relation to the ball of the foot needs to be smoother You have to be realistic now. Later you can create and soften for show."

"Here, take off our shoes. I'll show you." Tanya motioned for Gardner to remove his gym shoes and white socks. As he did this, Tanya couldn't help but notice that he had very nicely formed feet, naturally even nails, and no corns or callouses. Tanya drew his right foot realistically and his left foot artistically. It took her only a couple of minutes.

"See there? See the difference?" Tanya went back and forth from one drawing to the other pointing out the many points of variance. 

Tanya then produced her portfolio. It was much bigger than the one she had used to seduce Mary those many months ago but it still contained examples of a wide range of subjects and techniques. "Look at these Gardner. Leaf through them. Take your time. You'll see some good examples of what I am talking about." 

As Gardner began to go through the difference drawings, Tanya got up and went into the kitchen ostensibly to pour herself another iced tea but it was really to let Gardner have time alone with the drawings so that they could do their magic. Tanya actually got on the telephone and made a bogus call to the "dry cleaners" to complain about some stains that they had missed on the last order. All the while Tanya kept an eye on Gardner.

She could see him leaf through the many pages, now and again pausing turn one right side up or to examine one more closely. He stopped for several seconds looking at one and almost a minute looking at another. Tanya knew which ones these were. He was getting into the nudes of Irene and Julie but he hadn't yet gotten into the pornographic section. 

Tanya went back over to the couch and sat down next to Gardner. "There. Those are the nudes I did. See the difference in body type and shape?" Tanya was referring to Irene and Julie, one slim and lithe and the other zaftig. "You're going to have to recognize the different body types and proportions so that you know what garments look best on them. Anatomy is very important."

Tanya stopped Gardner before he got into the more torrid drawings. "Let's have a crash course in drawing anatomy." 

"Now, don't be bashful. I want you to take off your shirt and stand in front of that full length mirror there." Tanya motioned him over to the mirror on the doorway to the bedroom. "You stand there and draw your torso and I'll stand behind you and draw it too."

Gardner seemed a little reluctant but went along with Tanya's directions as she seemed to be approaching things in a business like manner. He seemed self-conscious as he took off his shirt and even more so when he began to draw his own body. Tanya reassured him that this was a test in "honest observation". 

His rendering was prosaic. It included his body from the neck down to his belt line. It was accurate even as to the tan lines demarcation at his neck and his chest and at the t-shirt sleeve line on his arms. Tanya couldn't help but notice that he had smooth "white boy" skin- -firm, no blemishes, but without much pigment. It was a contrast to her own coloration as she stood behind him.

Tanya's drawing was spectacular. It showed Gardner drawing himself in the mirror and showed Tanya's reflection standing in the background drawing Gardner. She included Gardner's face as well as his upper body and she captured his look of concentration as he drew. Tanya romanticized his body giving it more muscle definition than it actually had and, where his sketch clearly displayed the belt line of his jeans, Tanya's drawing faded out suggesting that he was in fact totally naked with the lower portion hinting that with just a few more inches one might see the upper margin of his pubic hair. Tanya drew herself as looking interestingly at Gardner as he drew but with her sketch pad off to the side intimating that she had stopped drawing just to admire his body. Tanya was careful to put a look on her face of subtle but definable look of sexual interest. 

"There! You see how that is?" Tanya was standing right next to Gardner with her shoulder touching his and her breast brushing against his arm as she pointed to the two drawings. "You drawing is good, very good. But you see what I did? I created some illusion along with the reality. That's the fashion business!"

"Now for the finale'. " Tanya was encouraging but firm. "We're going to do a couple of fully nude sketches." 

Tanya produced another full length mirror and set it at right angles to the mirror on the door. "That's so you can draw yourself from multiple angles." She explained matter of factly.

"You can take off your clothes now." Again Tanya was directive and business like. "If you don't want to you don't have to but, believe me, it will be a huge step for you."

Gardner was too brash to act bashful even if he felt that way. The last thing he wanted to appear was afraid, especially in front of a woman. He peeled off his jeans and briefs and stood in front of the mirror with his sketch pad. 

Tanya immediately noticed that Gardner had a nicely formed and decently sized cock- -circumcised to be sure. She detected that Gardner might be getting a bit aroused and so his cock was beginning to swell a little. She purposefully refrained from mentioning this.

"O.K. To work! Ten minutes!" Tanya barked the order and Gardner immediately began drawing away, as did Tanya.

In the time it took Gardner to draw one sketch of himself, Tanya drew three. His picture was plain but anatomically correct, though he didn't draw his genitalia with photographic clarity. Tanya's pictures caught him drawing himself with her in the background. She added great detail to the musculature of shoulders, chest, and abdomen- -exaggerating his muscle tone somewhat. She did the same for his legs. She paid special attention to his pubic area taking pains to depict his penis accurately- -well maybe not "exactly".

Gardner had a nicely shaped and sizeable cock. In girth it was "bratwurst" sized and was five inches or so, flaccid. It was nestled in a thatch of curly pubic hair and his testicles difficult to see but Tanya rendered them equal size and proportionate. Her first drawing showed his limp penis; her second, had it beginning to get erect- -half-mast, so to speak; but the third had it fully erect, standing straight up- -eight inches in all its glory. The first was actuality; the second and third were works of Tanya's imagination but they were true to life as Tanya was to find out.

Tanya showed herself as being intently interested in Gardner's body, not his painting. One could see that her gaze was definitely on his cock with looks of increasing interest and pleasure in drawings number two and number three. They made her horny to look at them. She hoped the same would be true of Gardner.

After Garnder finished, she sat him down on the couch- -still naked- -and sat beside him. Tanya briefly critiqued his effort. "Good, good! For the most part." She said in an encouraging tone. "Proportions correct; shading correct, but ...but...not entirely anatomically accurate. Here let me show you."

Tanya then put her drawings in front of Gardner. She could tell he was impressed and flattered. Tanya had indeed romanticized him in her first one. Tanya saw him began to blush. The second drawing made him take a breath. Tanya knew he was looking at his semi-erect penis. And the third one evoked some half phrases, "Wha....I mea....did I.....was I?...." 

Tanya soothingly replied, "No, Gardner you didn't and weren't but I imagined what it might be like and put in the picture. Fashion drawing is as much about idealization as it is about reality."

She set her drawings aside. "Let's see how right I was with my thinking."

Smoothly, so as not to alarm him,she reached over and began to gently caress Gardner's limp cock with her right hand. It responded immediately. It twitched and jumped and then began to grow to its fullness. Tanya thought that she wasn't far off with artist's conception. His cock was round and firm and its head was engorged and shiny. She could even see a little moistness at the tip. Tanya wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it up and down. Gardner leaned his head back and let out a sigh of pleasure.

Tanya leaned her head forward and brought her mouth down to the level of the head of his prick and teased it with her tongue. She could feel his abdominal muscles contract as if from an electric shock. She continued to stroke him as she licked the head and the underside of the shaft. Her left hand moved over to his chest and she massaged his nipple. This produced another shudder and another sigh from Gardner. Then Tanya took the head between her lips and slowly, slowly sucked it into her mouth. As the shaft entered further beyond her lips, she licked the side with her tongue and slid her hand further down the shaft so that his balls were garnering some attention. She molded his testicles in the cup of her hand as the forced the his cock all of the way into her mouth all the while alternately tweaking his now erect nipples. She was hearing sounds of ecstasy from him.

Tanya shifted position. While still keeping his dick in her mouth, she moved off the couch and knelt in front of him spreading his legs apart and putting her hands underneath his buttocks. This lifted him up somewhat and thrust his cock even further into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and applied some serious sucking pressure. She could feel his cock swell even as his hips began to undulate.

And then she stopped and slowly pulled her mouth off of his cock. 

Gardner gasped, "No, Don't STOPPPP NOWWWW!" 

Tanya massaged his stiff member to keep it from deflating and looked up at him.

"Is this what you imagined 'art work' to be?" She said in a teasing voice. "Tell me, tell me."

"No. I thought you were being a bitch with my drawing. I couldn't figure what you were after being so strict. I....I....I.....OH! Please don't leave me hanging...."

Tanya teased some more, still stoking Gardner's cock- -not enough to get him off, just enough to keep him excited. "You know, I think you are a conceited, brash little boy who really doesn't think of anyone but himself. You'd like to get your rocks off. Maybe you will....maybe you won't"

With that, Tanya returned her mouth to his cock flicking the head with her tongue and blowing gentle breaths up and down the shaft. More tummy spasms from Garnder.

"I'm not sure I'm going to finish you off." Tanya teased some more. "You may have to do that yourself. I'm sure you've jacked off before. HAVEN'T YOU?"

She gave his balls a little squeeze and a tug- -not enough to hurt him but enough let him know who was in charge of the proceedings. He winced and Tanya could see that his cock was not quite as hard as it had been. She covered it with her mouth again and gave it a few quick strokes with her lips and tongue. It recovered.

She pulled her mouth off again and began to lick the underside of the shaft from his furry testicles all the way up to the head. There was a pearly bead of cum on the head and she licked it off quickly. It was salty but tasted wonderful, like the delicate taste of a fresh oyster on the half-shell. It made her mouth water.

"HAVEN'T YOU JACKED OFF?" Tanya was firm, almost stern. "Tell me...Tell me NOW. HAVEN'T YOU?"

"Yyyyes. I have...I mean I do....I..I...Oh!" Gardner was feverish in his answers. "Oh, I don't know what to say....yes I jack off!"

"Good boy, Gardner. That's a healthy thing to do." Tanya was mocking. "Would you rather jack off or get a blow job? Tell me!" She gave his cock another stroke and placed her mouth over the tip again but didn't move, waiting for an answer.

"I love blow jobs!" Gardner cried out. "When I jack off, I think of blow jobs....oh...ohhh." 

Tanya gave him another couple of strokes with her mouth and then pulled off again still stroking low down on his shaft.

"When you come after jacking off, what do you do?" Tanya knew she was in control here and decided to play it to the hilt. "Tell me! What do you do with your cum?"

"I...I....wipe it off on a towel...or something." He wasn't quite as frantic but still distracted. "Why do you want to know?"

"Don't you ask ME questions, young man." Tanya was trying to sound angry. "Who are you to ask ME? You answer me- -or I'll stop......."

She pulled her hands away from his cock. 

"No! Don't stop. Please!" Gardner was back to frantic again. "I'll answer anything you want. Just don't stop."

Tanya went back down on his penis taking the whole length of hit into her mouth and held it there for a moment and then withdrew slowly.

"Yes that's better, isn't it?" She cooed. "Have YOU ever sucked a cock?"

"Once, a long time ago." His response was quick and sounded rational. "You know, just experimenting."

"Did you like it?" Tanya continued her interrogation along with her cock stroking.

"It was strange. I wasn't thrilled but you know....." He sounded reflective, "I only did it once."

"Did he come? Tell me the truth!" Tanya was relentless

"Yes, he came but not in my mouth." Gardner was matter of fact now. "I pulled off at the last minute and he came all over my face and neck." 

Tanya sensed that this was not a pleasant recollection for Gardner as his cock started weaken again. She stroked and sucked some more to get it hard again and even tasted some more pre-cum.

"Did you taste any of his cum? Be honest!" Tanya was forceful once again. "You DID taste it didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." Gardner sounded chagrined like he'd admitted some sort of sin. "Yes I did...some of it got on to my lips and I couldn't help but taste it."

"It was good wasn't it? Admit it....You can tell me." Tanya tried to take on more of a tone of a counselor. "It's all right...you can tell me."

"It was warm and slick and salty....It was like a raw egg..." Gardner was recalling the sense memory of it. "It had a bleachy taste...."

"Yes, Gardner. It does...but it is delicious." Tanya brought some enthusiasm back into her voice. "I think it is anyway....."

She returned to sucking his cock giving it some affirmative suction and some rapid stroking. She could hear his breathing quicken. She stopped again.

"Gardner? Have you ever tasted your OWN cum? C'mon...You can tell me." Again, Tanya was teasing him for information. "Most boys do, you know."

"No! I haven't. Not ever!" Gardner was emphatic about his answer. "I wouldn't think of it!"

"No? That's a pity." Tanya seemed surprised. "I can tell you, from what I've already tasted, that it's delicious. Really!"

Tanya went back to working on Gardner's cock. She took it deep into her mouth again, all the way to back of her throat, held it there, and pulled off- -but not all the way off. She repeated the maneuver several times, each time forcing his cock deeper and holding it there longer while she applied suction combined with actually trying to swallow the shaft. She knew that this would cause the young man to come very shortly. 

She felt his cock swell and begin to spasm as the muscles in his abdomen started to convulse. She knew a load was coming and, from all of the teasing that she had done, she suspected that it would be a big one.

She was not disappointed. Gardner let out a guttural cry as he came in a rush, shooting warm, slippery semen into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She didn't swallow but held it there until his penis stopped spasming. As she withdrew his softening penis from her mouth, she felt Gardner settle back on the couch- -literally drained.

Tanya rose to her feet standing between Gardner's legs and leaned forward with her hands on his shoulders pinning him to the couch. He opened his eyes in surprise not only at the suddenness of the maneuver but at how forceful and strong Tanya was. Tanya pressed her head forward until her face was directly in font of his- -their eyes literally met. 

She pressed her lips against Gardner's and forced her tongue between his lips separating them. And then with one hand she held his chin and let the cum that was in her mouth gush into Gardner's mouth. 

He struggled at this and gagged as the slippery liquid entered his mouth but Tanya held him there, pinned against the couch, until the exchange was complete.

As she pulled her mouth away she gave the command, "Swallow. Swallow...NOW!"




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Her firmness must have shocked him into complying because he immediately gulped down the contents with a wide-eyed look on his face.

"Now, lick your lips." Again, a command from Tanya. "NOW!"

Gardner complied, tentatively at first, but with Tanya in his face he completed his assignment thoroughly.

"There! That wasn't so bad...Was it?" Tanya was gave him a smile of triumph. "See? Your cum isn't half bad....Is it?"

He didn't know exactly how to respond so he meekly gave his head a half-nod, half-shake as if to say "yes and no". 

"Oh? You're not sure?" Tanya mocked. "Here try this."

She leaned forward again and gave him a deep tongue filled kiss. She still had some of his residual cum in her mouth and she made sure that he got a full measure of what was left. 

"Now tell me. What do you think?" Tanya was more matter of fact now. "Be honest."

Gardner had to admit to himself that, as unusual as the method was, he wasn't all that put off by the taste of his own semen. Once he got by the texture, the taste was not bad. Oyster-like but not exactly. He thought it was like the first time he had bleu-cheese. It was unusual but it grew on him. He actually liked bleu-cheese now.

"Yes, no so bad. Unusual but not so bad." He answered as if he was doing a coffee tasting. "I don't know if I'd like a steady diet of it but....."

"O.K. Gardner. That's a fine lesson for today." Tanya acted like a cheerful teacher. "You've made some breakthroughs. You've got a better handle on your art and you've discovered that there is adventure not only in art but in life. But there's more for you to learn, my boy."

As Gardner dressed and packed up his art supplies, Tanya thought that there were indeed going to be more lessons. Gardner murmured some perfunctory good-byes and left. Tanya could still taste his cum on her tongue. It truly was delectable.

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To Be Continued



Taste of True Friendship Ch. 17



As soon as Gardner was out off sight, Tanya went over to the bookcase and turned off the video camera. She had a sense that the day's events would be worth preserving, so she set up the camera is a spot that would take in the entire room. She set it running when Gardner knocked on the door. Sure, there was a lot of extraneous footage but sometimes one had to record that in order to get the good stuff. She did a quick re-wind and replay and found that she had indeed caught the bulk of the interesting scenes or at least a very clear audio when the picture was obscured. She was especially interested in the part where Gardner was sketching his naked body- -that was perfect- -and the blow job session. There, Gardner's cock was obscured by Tanya's body but one could see Gardner sitting on the couch and clearly hear the question and answer dialog. The cum swapping didn't show up. One could only see the back of her head which obscured Gardner but it was plain what had happened. 

In the following days and weeks, Tanya saw less and less of Gardner at work. The execs sensed that Gardner's fashion art familiarization was sufficient and pulled him away from Tanya's area and into the production, distribution and sales spheres. 

That's not to say that Tanya stopped seeing Gardner. He became not an infrequent visitor at Tanya's apartment. She developed a fondness for him- -for his cock really- -and was grateful for the diversion. She stuck with giving him blow jobs and hand jobs and he was grateful for both. They did some more cum swapping, too. As before, Tanya would tease him, get him so horny that he would promise to do almost anything, and follow up with cum sharing. 

One time, Tanya was jacking him off while she sucked on his nipples. She could tell when he was getting ready to come and would slow down and then pick up speed again when she sensed the tension was too much for him. She used the tip of her finder to take the little dabs of pre cum off the head of his penis and carry them to his mouth. She told him to lick them off or she would stop altogether. He complied each time. And then, when he finally shot his load, Tanya made sure she caught it in her cupped hand. She milked the last of the cum out of his dick and carried it to his mouth.

"Look what you did!" She had a mother's scolding tone. "Lick it up, you bad boy." And he did.

On an other occasion, Tanya sucked him off until he came in her mouth and then dribbled his come on his chest and tummy. 

"Clean yourself up...NOW!" Once again, mock anger was in her voice. "You can't leave that mess there."

She guided his hand so he scooped the cum onto his fingers and then he licked his fingers clean. 

Gardner seemed to like this domination. He literally ate it up.

All of those sessions she got on tape, too. In fact, she had two cameras running- -She didn't want to miss a scene. 

He would ask when he was going to get to see her naked and when they were going to have "regular" sex. She wasn't really sure whether or not Gardner new or suspected that she was a transsexual but she had told him that she was in the midst of some plastic surgery. Tanya would put him off by telling him that her ongoing plastic surgery was still too delicate to disturb. On top of that, their routine with oral sex seemed to be satisfying to him and Tanya enjoyed not only the oral sex but also the by-play that put her in control.

Little by little her surgery was progressing. Her skin was stretching with the increasing volume of fluid in the temporary implants. She was in the "B" cup range, at least according to the latest bras she bought. The doctor estimated another three months before he could do the final implantation.

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As the Fall holidays rolled around, Tanya found herself busy- -at school and at work- -but she took time off to visit her mother. 

Ayisha didn't't seem her normal, effervescent self. Ayisha did not seem at all concerned. All she would say is that her "resistance was down" and that she trying to get over the "flu". Tanya didn't quite buy this. But she knew her mother, being a medical person, would know what her condition was or at least get a check-up and do some research.

One thing was for sure: Ayisha and Candy were having sex. Laying in bed, Tanya could hear them making out in the bedroom down the hall. She recalled the time she had spied on them and she had a visual with which to match the "audio". Frankly, it made her horny. Giving blow jobs to Gardner was an interesting distraction, and masturbation worked to relieve the physical pressure, but Tanya had to admit that it had been a while since she had an orgasm of her own with a partner. In fact, the last time was when Ludmilla made her midnight call on her the last time Tanya was at home.

No sooner had she completed that thought than she heard her bedroom door open 

She looked up from her pillow and saw Ludmilla inching in, holding a finger to her lips. After Ludmilla closed the door, making sure it didn't make any sound, she rapidly stripped off her clothes- -blouse, bra, skirt, shoes, and panty hose throwing them in a heap beside the bed, pulled the covers aside and crawled into bed, and snuggled up next to Tanya. 

"Danillo....Tanya, sweetest. Shall we do it again?" Ludmilla said as she groped under Tanya's nightgown for her cock. 

Tanya felt grateful that she was getting some attention but was leery of having full-on sex, given her continuing plastic surgery. But she relaxed and let Ludmilla do her thing. 

And Ludmilla DID do her thing. In a business like manner she went down on Tanya's cock. Ludmilla took the whole length of it down her throat, bobbing her head up and down with a steady rhythm. The feeling was exquisite. "That old woman has talent!" Tanya thought. And then Tanya noticed that Ludmilla was fingering her pussy as she went down on Tanya. Ludmilla had to be more than a little horny, Tanya thought.

Tanya reached out with her right hand and prompted Ludmilla to get on all fours while Ludmilla was servicing Tanya's cock. Tanya caressed Ludmilla's dangling breasts and tweaked her nipples. This sent a thrill through Ludmilla's body which caused her to redouble her deep-throating efforts. She moved her hand down Ludmilla's tummy until she found the thatch of Ludmilla's pubic hair. Tanya probed until she made contact with Ludmilla's clitoris which was already slick with natural lubrication. As Ludmilla sucked, Tanya teased Ludmilla's clit and slipped her fingers farther into Ludmilla's pussy. All of this pleasured Ludmilla who was now making "yummy" noises as she continued to work on Tanya's cock. 

Tanya managed to get two fingers in to Ludmilla's vagina and worked them in and out giving her some finger fucking. Ludmilla began to rock back and forth causing Tanya's fingers to probe more deeply. Finally, Ludmilla stopped and pressed her body down firmly on Tanya's hand. Tanya responded by twisting and wiggling her fingers inside of Ludmilla, massaging the front wall of her vagina which by this time was awash with secretions. Ludmilla froze, her thigh and tummy muscles tense. Tanya could feel the pressure against her fingers. Ah! Those Kegels again! And then Tanya felt a flow of liquid against her hand. For an old woman, Ludmilla certainly did have a lot of liquid to expel when she came. And she made groaning sounds which resonated through Tanya's cock which was still deep within Ludmilla's throat. 

That was Tanya's signal to come and she did, shooting her load directly into Ludmilla's throat. Ludmilla didn't pull back at all. In fact she forced her face further down on Tanya's cock, swallowing for all she was worth, still making the guttural sounds of pleasure. Ludmilla commenced to hump Tanya's hand even as she swallowed Tanya's semen. There was even more liquid to come spurting from Ludmilla's pussy. It was soaking the sheets. 

And then Ludmilla stopped, relaxed, and moved her body off of Tanya's hand. There was a squishy sound as Tanya's fingers exited Ludmilla's wet pussy and an aroma of female cum- -sweet and tangy- -wafted from Ludmilla's crotch. Tanya liked Ludmilla's scent- -it smelled like SEX. Ludmilla slowly pulled her mouth off off Tanya's cock, making sure that she didn't let a drop of Tanya's cum escape. It was like a little kid licking off an ice cream stick. Ludmilla licked her lips with a look of pleasure on her face and then leaned forward to give Tanya a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Tanya rather enjoyed that as she truly liked the taste of her own semen.

Tanya looked at Ludmilla kneeling on the bed in the glow of the light from the nightstand. She looked magnificent: her face radiant, her arms relaxed at her side, her smooth breasts with their mature droop, her pink and still erect nipples, her rounded tummy leading down to her soft pubic thatch. Tanya thought she hadn't ever seen such a picture of sexual fulfillment. She was going to turn that into a painting- -for sure. 

Ludmilla got off the bed, dressed with dispatch, leaned over and kissed Tanya gently on the lips, and stole quietly out of the room without saying another word.

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Back at school, the rest of the Fall term whizzed by. And work was frenetic. They were falling behind on the Spring line and any further set back might prove to be a disaster. Tanya pitched in on the "core" creations and made sure that no more time was lost in getting them to the manufacturers and lining up artwork for submission to the advertising folks. 

She didn't have much time for Gardner nor did she have much time for anything else but work and school. Mr. "G" did get the occasional blow job- -sometimes in a store room at work sometimes at Tanya's apartment- -but there weren't any drawn out, torrid sessions as before. Tanya like the taste of Gardner's semen, thought their by-play was interesting, but couldn't see him as a candidate for a durable relationship.

First, he was young- -younger than she was both chronologically and emotionally. Second, he had that brashness that Tanya had a hard time dealing with, though she had managed to squelch his bravado during their sex games. Third, he was a "user", i.e., he tried to use and manipulate people. Tanya knew that, which is why she kept the emotional component of their relationship at bay and manipulated him before he could manipulate her. Finally, as she had consolidated her position with the company as an independent woman, she didn't want to get known as being "involved" with Gardner- -or anyone else. 

Tanya decided to end it with Gardner. 

She invited him over to her apartment, got him naked on the couch, and stroked his cock into hardness. Then she stopped before getting him to come.

"Gardner, you've been wondering why we haven't have 'regular' sex?" Tanya seductive, luring him in. "Maybe this is the night we do. What do you think?"

Gardner perked up immediately. "Well, I guess so. It's been long enough without doing it." 

"O.K., Lover." Tanya made that sound facetious, "Let's have a go at it."

With that, Tanya opened the terry cloth robe she was wearing and exposed her full frontal nudity to Gardner- -no panties, no bra, no shit!

The look on Gardner's face was classic. His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped open, his hands came up as if to ward off a blow, and his dick went instantaneously limp.

"C'mon, Big Boy." Tanya gave it a Mae West reading. "Roll over on your tummy so we can have some sex."

"NNNNah, nah, nah....uh-uh, uh-uh.....NO WAY!" Gardner was panicked. "You ain't sticking that thing in my ass!" 

"Why not? I think you'd like it, Honey!" Tanya waggled her limp cock at him. "Or, maybe you'd like to give ME a blow job, like the ones I've been giving you?"

Gardner was on his feet grabbing for his clothes. "Hey, hey, hey. You just stay there. Don't take another step. I'm out of here!" He scrambled to get his clothes on.

"Now, Gardner. Don't get the idea you're going to do any damage with this." Tanya needed to sow a seed. "Most folks know I'm a tranny, at least the important ones. The ones that don't know, don't need to know. But if you think you're going to get some leverage forget it!"

Gardner totally at a loss for words. "I...I....I...don't know what you mean...."

"I know you don't- -right now." Tanya added an edge to her voice. "But you're going to get home and think about it. I know you will.....I know YOU! You're going to try to think how you can make this work to your advantage. Forget it!"

"I guess I could...I suppose." Gardner had slowed down enough to where the gears were already meshing. "Yeah! I guess I COULD!"

"I'll let you in on a little something." Tanya turned cold, purposefully cold- -deadly cold. "You know our little sessions? Yes, the games we played on the couch? I've got'em all on tape! If you fuck with me, I'll make sure those get circulated. The internet is a great place, don't you think?. It won't go down bad for me but you'll be fucked- -in capital letters- -F-U-C-K-E-D!"

Gardner's face went pale. Tanya could tell that he could see his goals going up in smoke. Nothing is worse for an ambitious SOB like Gardner than to have his future threatened. 

"O.K, O.K., O.K.!!" Garnder sounded terrified. "I won't do anything. I promise!" 

He finished putting on his jeans, slipped on his shoes, snatched up his shirt and socks from the floor, and fled out the door. He didn't even close it behind him. 

Tanya walked over and pushed the door closed. She knew she had scored her points. She would have no fear of Gardner. "But, you know?" She thought out loud, "He had such a great cock and delicious cum. I'm going to miss that."

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For Tanya, though, it was one less thing to worry about. She was in the home stretch at school and was being given more and more responsibility at work. It was true that she was being paid for the responsibility- -and paid well- -but there were some days when she felt that there weren't enough hours to squeeze in all of her tasks. On top of that, she found that she was being pursued by recruiters bidding for her skills in design marketplace. Hers wasn't to be the career that started at rock bottom causing her to claw her way to the top. 

Tanya was surprised at how widely her name and talents were known. Her reputation had almost guaranteed that she could start off in a well-paid position in any one of a number of areas. 

Clearly, her garment experience made her a prime candidate for the rag trade and she got offers from both New York and Los Angeles houses. There were modeling agencies looking at her. Her artistic accomplishments put her in the running for graphic design, illustration, and advertising jobs. The work that she did, albeit small, for the colleges theatrical productions had garnered a lot of attention from both Broadway and Hollywood types. Curiously, even her sculpting had given her a possible a option of going into product design. Even though she had no engineering background, there were firms looking for concept designs for toasters, shavers, tableware, blow dryers....you name it. 

She deferred most of the inquiries until next year. She told them, truthfully, that she needed to complete this school term, relax during the Holidays, and start the new year fresh. It was also a fact, one that she did not publicize, that she needed the Holidays to take care of the final stage of her plastic surgery. 

She went in for her implants the day after Winter break started. Her mother came up to University Town to stay with her and literally nurse her through the surgery and convalescence. Tanya was grateful for that and also thankful for a chance to spend some time with Ayisha. They needed to talk.

The surgery itself went like clockwork. It took half the day and the other half was to recover from the anesthesia. She was pretty woozy until the following day and still had to take pain meds for about a week. But the result was magnificent. 

She had glorious "C" cup chest that fit perfectly with her proportions. The contours were flawless. Her surgeon said that he used a new type of implant that promoted a natural shape and was known for not developing scar tissue build-up that would spoil the look. He added that, unless something untoward occurred, Tanya would have the most natural looking boobs around. 

Tanya was scrupulous with her post-op regimen. She got several of the correct bras, avoided any exertion for the prescribed period, and in general took it easy as the healing took place. She recognized that it would be several months before everything settled down but was entirely willing to give it the time. 

Ayisha was thrilled for Tanya. She even told Tanya that it was an effort of will for her not to caress Tanya's new breasts. That was a compliment indeed from a mother.

Mother and daughter got a lot of time to talk. The went back over the years and talked about all of the old memories, the good ones and the bad ones. For Ayisha's part, she was proud of Tanya and the way she conducted herself in light of all of the difficulties, potential and actual, that her transsexual had placed in front of her. She was even more pleased at the progress that Tanya had made in her scholastic and professional lives. She said that she had little to worry about as far as Tanya's future was concerned.

What Tanya had on her mind was her mother's welfare. She was serious when she quizzed Ayisha about her health. She noticed that Ayisha wasn't as energetic as a couple of months ago, to say nothing of her characteristic verve. She looked drawn, her skin tone was not good, and even her hair lacked the glossy look that Tanya loved so much. She was sure that things were not well with Ayisha.

Ayisha admitted that she was not feeling tip-top and that she would get a check-up right after the first of the year. Tanya made her promise that she would.

Sex was the farthest thing from Tanya's mind. She knew she had to recover physically, finish her courses, and set her compass professionally. For her, it was going to be contemplation and masturbation until she came out of the other side of her current situation. She was willing to do that.

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To Be Continued



Taste of True Friendship Ch. 18



The "C & M" plan sounded like a good one and it worked well for a couple of months, that is until Dana showed up. 

Dana breezed in to town right in the middle of Tanya's push to finish up her quarter at school, not difficult but time consuming; to put the finishing touches on the fall line at work, difficult but not time consuming given Tanya's expertise; and, to monitor her mother's situation, very difficult for Ayisha had finally disclosed that she had been diagnosed with cancer.

Dana arrived literally at a moment's notice. She was in town to work out the details of a partnership agreement between her New York company and Tanya's local garment shop. Dana needed a place to stay an Tanya naturally agreed to let Dana stay with her- -after all, Tanya's apartment was Dana's old place.

Dana was barely inside the door when she threw herself at Tanya. The embrace was so passionate that it made Tanya wince, her new breasts still being tender. But Dana's kisses were long, deep and sweet. They triggered a flow of endorphins that blunted any discomfort that Tanya was feeling, though Tanya did breathlessly tell Dana to take it easy on her new chest. Dana, having been through the same process, understood and eased up on the crushing hugs substituting instead tongue play up and down her neck and shoulders. 

Dana summarily disrobed Tanya, stood back to admire Tanya's now luscious "C" cup boobs, and then knelt down and went straight to work swallowing Tanya's cock. Other than jacking off, Tanya hadn't had any real sex for months and Dana's warm moist mouth and hyperactive tongue brought Tanya to the brink of orgasm in just a few minutes. Tanya held back and relished the sublime tension that her urge to come produced. She felt as if her feet were leaving the ground and her body floating in air buoyed up by the energy of her impending orgasm. Tanya played to control this sensation, and then finally decided to let her load go into Dana's welcoming mouth. Tanya could visualize the gush of semen flooding across Dana's tongue and down Dana's throat. Dana, for her part, gulped down Tanya's jizz and milked Tanya's cock until the last drops had been squeezed out.

Dana stood up, licking her lips, and motioned Tanya to turn around. Tanya dutifully complied and then, like a dance partner, followed Dana's lead. Leaning forward, Tanya put her hands out and supported herself on the arm of the couch while Dana stripped off her clothes behind her. Then Dana knelt down behind her. Tanya could feel Dana's tongue walk its way down the small of her back, pause at he top of the crack in her ass, and then , as Dana spread Tanya's cheeks apart, flick its way around Tanya's ass hole. Tanya's sphincter tightened as she felt the tip of Dana's tongue begin to press against the opening but then relaxed as the warmth and slickness of it began its probing. Soon, Tanya could feel that Dana had completely penetrated her and was tonguing in, out and around Tanya's ass hole. Tanya shivered with the pleasure of this. 

Dana stood up, stroked her cock to final erection, and gently but firmly pressed the head against Tanya's now lubricated ass. It slipped into Tanya easily who, not having had decent anal sex in eons, emitted a long sigh at the thrill of again feeling a cock inside her. Dana began to slowly pump her stiff prick in and out of Tayna's ass, picking up speed and force with each cycle. In no time, Dana's tummy and balls were slapping against Tanya's butt as her slick rod thrust deeper and deeper. Tanya emitted grunts of pleasure with each stroke. 

Dana began chanting to Tanya, "Oh, yeah...yes, Honey...It's good....So gooood.....Mmmmm, Baby....Yessssss....I...haven't.....fucked.....anyone....like this....since I can't remember.....Ohhh...yessss....Do you love it?...I love it...Do you?.....Ohhh....Ohhh....Ohhhh...." 

Tanya's tightened her sphincter around Dana's cock giving more resistance to Dana's thrusting. This produced extreme pleasure in Tanya and propelled Dana further into her ecstasy. Tanya got that feeling again that her feet were leaving the ground as that indefinable electric sensation began to flow from her rectum into her stomach, into her chest, and into her head. She was almost crying at the intensity of the feeling and then went limp at its crescendo when Dana suddenly pulled her cock out of Tanya's ass. The release was heavenly.

Tanya immediately turned around, went to her knees and hungrily took Dana's cock into her mouth. Tanya reached out, grasped Dana's butt cheeks in both hands and pulled Dana close to her so that her cock was entirely inside Tanya's mouth with her testicles resting against her chin. It took only an instant for Dana to discharge her wad into Tanya. Dana thrust her hips forward as Tanya swallowed her cock whole letting Dana's warm cum pour down her throat. She held it there until Dana's last spasm of orgasm subsided and her erect organ began to go limp. 

Dana wilted too, flopping herself down on the couch. Tanya nestled beside her and caressed her chest, gently tweaking her erect sensitive nipples, reveling in Dana's post orgasmic shuddering. They kissed, knowingly exchanging the residual cum that rested on their tongues. How delicious!

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They cleaned up, dressed up, and went out to dinner at a restaurants that was one of their favorites in the "old" days. 

Dana filled in Tanya on life in New York: it was fast paced, stimulating, and extremely profitable. Dana had moved up quickly in her design house and was now in charge of acquisitions as well as taking a hand in the on going creative process. No, she hadn't gotten hooked up with anyone, though she was "seeing" some men on a fairly regular basis. There was an investment banker, a very "generous man", a lawyer, who was fairly high up in local politics, and a fashion photographer who swung both ways. She loved the "gifts" from the banker, loved the excitement of the politician, especially keeping their affair a secret- -he was married, you know, and loved the easy glitz of the photographer but wasn't crazy about his promiscuity- -with him she used condoms, always. They all knew that Dana was a transsexual and that for them was excitement enough. 

But Dana's real passion was the fashion business. She was good at it and was making lots of money. It was a cutthroat business and she knew that she would need to strike out on her own sooner or later. For now, however, she was content to get to know the business, work her way up, and take advantage of whatever opportunities presented themselves. 

That was why she was here in town. Her design house was interested in acquiring Tanya's company, or at least a share of it. Dana's firm could provide capital, contacts and outlets and Tanya's company could provide fresh ideas- -especially useful for the west coast tastes.

Tanya felt that Dana was obliquely making a pitch for her to come along with Dana to New York. Tanya didn't delve any further into this. Given her mother's situation, she wasn't ready to make a change let alone a commitment. Besides, she had one more full quarter to go in school and had a feeling of loyalty to her company- -after all they had stuck with her through some very challenging times. 

After dinner, they went home and went to bed. They snuggled close as they slept. Tanya realized she missed that close contact. In fact she longed for it but knew that it wasn't going to be with Dana.

Early in the next morning, Tanya became aware that Dana was not in bed with her. She saw the light in the living room shining under the bedroom door, got out of bed and went over to open the door just a crack. She could see Dana on the couch leafing through Tanya's portfolio- -all those wonderful drawings. Tanya didn't say a word and quietly closed the door. She was grateful that most of the material in that portfolio was old and that her new work was either stored in her closet or under lock and key at the office. 

Dana never mentioned to Tanya that she had gone through Tanya's drawings. Yes, the fashion business could be cutthroat.

Ultimately, Tanya's garment company decided not to consummate a relationship with the Dana's New York design house. They never asked for Tanya's input. Had they asked, she would have given them a "thumbs down" down.

In her opinion, their little shop was doing just fine, didn't need the complications of oversight from a New York "mega-house", and, in fact, would be wise to not allow the "camel's nose in the tent" which would likely lead to a complete take over. Yes, the fashion business could be cutthroat.

After a week of fun, including daily sex, Dana left town. Their relationship had changed--Tanya knew that. She would always have the good memories but knew that if they remained friends, she would be more distant and less trusting. 

Dana was glad that she had set up her video cameras throughout her apartment and managed to capture most of their conversations and sexual escapades of the rest of the week on tape. Who knows what might happen.

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The school quarter ended with Tanya achieving stellar success in her projects. Once again, she had done all of the set design for the theater arts department production. And she had done a mural for one wall of the Student Union which blended depictions of the struggle and progress of Civil Rights, with an emphasis on racial and gender equality. The images were compelling. It was so good that the school offered to pay her for her work. She declined saying that she was grateful to have been allowed to make a contribution and that her grade was reward enough.

Her designs at the garment company received equally good acceptance. In fact, the company even agreed to give Tanya a label designation. They let her pick her own logo. She created a stylized script "DaynatO" ©. She knew where it came from- -DanillO with a reversed Tanya in the middle. The company not only gave her a raise but guaranteed her a percentage of the net profits from the line and an agreement that she could take the brand with her if she left the company in exchange for her agreement that she would give them sole production and distribution rights for any garments she created under the label. For a fledgling designer, this was a coup. Tanya trusted the principals in the company and, as it turned out, justifiably so. It was to turn into a favorable arrangement for both of them. Sometimes the fashion business ISN'T so cutthroat.

But Ayisha was getting worse. Her cancer was non-operable and She had started her rounds of radiation and chemo-therapy. They took their toll on her. She aged twenty years in a few months. Tanya was forever grateful to Candy for sticking with Ayisha throughout all of these tough times. 

Tanya spend more and more time at home. Her last quarter at school was duck soup. In fact she had finished most of her work by the middle of the quarter. The only thing left was the final exams and graduation. Her company allowed her to work remote which freed Tanya up to spend large amounts of time with her mother. Tanya did her projects and shipped them to her company for review, approval, and production. She did have to make personal appearances to work out the final details with the pattern makers and cutters but, by and large, she was free to be away from the "plant" as much as she needed.

On some of the days that Tanya was home, Ludmilla would make her now accustomed nighttime visits. To be sure, there was sex involved- -wonderfully passionate sex- -but Ludmilla also provided comfort to Tanya, a mature and understanding person with whom to share pain and grief. It provided balance. Tanya found that she could channel her emotions into giving Ludmilla colossal orgasms to speak nothing of achieving relief from her own feelings. And this gave Tanya a feeling of control when she was faced with situation wherein she had absolutely no control.

One night, with the lights in the room blazing, Ludmilla achieved her own orgasm sitting astride Tanya's body, then withdrewTanya's penis from insider her, and proceeded to jack off Tanya until she came. The semen spurted in pearly strands onto Tanya's stomach halfway up to her breasts. Ludmilla was fascinated at the pattern the streams and drops it formed. 

As she leaned over and began to lick Tanya's cum off of her, she said in between swallows, "I see triumph come from your pain, my Tanya." She licked away more of the warm semen. "You will be stronger, my dear." Her tongue captured more of the slick white liquid. "Yes, Tanya, you shall overcome this grief and become a person of whom your mother would be proud." She kissed more droplets into her mouth. "You life will flow as easily as your seed." Her tongue traced a rivulet of semen up from the middle of Tanya's stomach to her right breast. "Your life will be as sweet as that which I now consume." She finished by returning to Tanya's penis and teasing the last of the drops from it into her mouth. "You will live your life to the fullest- -taste it to the last drop." She stopped, leaned up and kissed Tanya on the lips, her soft tongue caressing them from side to side leaving behind the saltiness of cum. She caressed Tanya's forehead and gently kissed it as her breasts brushed against Tanya's chest. "You shall....you shall....you shall...." Then, as was her wont, she got up, dressed, and left without saying another word. 

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Tanya spent a lot of time just sitting with her mother. Ayisha didn't have a lot of energy and was often in pain but her mind was sharp. She went over with Tanya all of the details of her heritage, reinforcing that she was from a line of strong willed people who were able to take adversity and turn it into assets. Tanya sensed that Ayisha, while she acknowledged that there were precidents for recovery from her cancer, knew she was dying. Ayisha made sure Tanya had full medical information, knew what do if Ayisha might become incapable of making her own medical decisions, and understood what arrangements were to be made when the end came. Ayisha also got Tanya and Candy together so that there was a clear understanding between them of the protocols. Tanya had the lead and, Tanya were unavailable, Candy would have the capacity to make decisions. She made sure that her will was up to date and that both Candy and Tanya knew where it was. 

Beyond this, the all tried to have as good a time as possible. When Ayisha was feeling up to it, they would all go out for an afternoon of shopping and dining or take in a movie. Tanya would spend evenings playing music for them. She did her best to keep the tunes lively and cheerful, not tearful and melancholy as many violin pieces seemed to be. 

Tanya generally slept in her room and Candy spent the nights with Ayisha. Clearly, sex was not happening between the two lovers. Candy seemed accepting of this but Tanya could tell that the stress was taking its toll on Candy. 

One evening after Ayisha had gone to bed, taken her meds, and was fast asleep, Candy and Tanya were in the family room having some "decompression" time sharing a brandy. Candy seemed tired but, paradoxically, a little giddy. They were laughing about something silly that had happened that afternoon. Ayisha's hat had blown off while they were out in the local park 

Candy was quick to chide her. "Better get that hat back on or the wind will mess up your hair."

Ayisha, who had lost virtually all of her hair to her chemo-therapy, shot back, "Excuse me? Do you mean 'hair' plural or 'hair' singular?" 

With that, Candy, Tanya and Ayisha all dissolved into laughter. It took then ten minutes to regain their composure. It was cathartic. 

Candy was having an after-effect chuckle- -it still struck her funny. But after a minute, her eyes filled up with tears and she broke down sobbing. 

Tanya did her best to comfort her. She sat down next to her and put her arms around her and hugged her like a sister. Words weren't sufficient to cure any of the feelings that she knew Candy was having. She just held her close and stroked her hair. Like a child, Candy calmed down and with droopy eyes leaned back on the couch and fell asleep. Tanya kissed her cheek still salty from her tears and let her rest. And then Tanya went off to her bedroom.

Early in the morning, before the sun came up, Tanya woke up to the sound of her bedroom door opening. She thought at first that it might be Ludmilla but this was much later than was Ludmilla's custom. There was light coming from the hallway and she could make out the form of Candy in the doorway. 

"Tanya?" It was Candy's voice. "Are you awake?"

"I am now, Candy." Tanya answered sounding half asleep. "What's up?"

"I woke up on the couch and couldn't get back too sleep." Candy seemed almost apologetic. "I didn't want to go into our room and wake up Ayisha. Can I sleep in here until morning?"

"Sure, Candy." Ayisha said soothingly. "Come on up in to bed with me."

Candy climbed up on the bed and snuggled in next to Tanya. It was an odd feeling for Tanya. She felt like she was being a mother figure to an adult woman many years her senior but she understood Candy's need and let her take comfort in their closeness. Within minutes, Candy was asleep and Tanya herself drifted off again. 

The following night, earlier though, Candy repeated her behavior. And Tanya complied. She and Candy talked a little before they both fell asleep. It was like sisters talking about their mother but Tanya knew Candy was lonely and afraid. She was losing her friend and lover. What was to become of her after Ayisha passed? 

And again the next night Candy came into Tanya's room and, without comment, slipped into bed with her. But Candy seemed restless. She seemed to drift off but woke up with a start only to doze again. She repeated this three or four times when Tanya finally asked her, "Candy? Is there something I can do?"

"Oh, I don't know." Candy seemed in distress. "I am just restless. I don't know!"

"I think I understand." Tanya said gently. "Here, let me try to settle you down."

With that, Tanya hiked up Candy's nightgown and peeled it off over her head. Candy did not resist and, in fact, seemed to relax as Tanya completed the process. Slowly, Tanya began caress Candy's face and neck. Her touch was feather light, just short of being a tickle, but there was enough firmness to bespeak care rather than play. As Tanya's hand moved down to Candy's breasts, she leaned in and kissed her on the cheek- -again a soft but firm kiss. She brushed her hand over Candy's small, firm breasts feeling her nipples rise to the touch. She inched her hand over until it cupped Candy's left breast and slowly kneaded it meanwhile moving her lips from Candy's cheek to Candy's lips. As she pressed her mouth to Candy's, she massaged Candy's breast capturing her nipple between her thumb and forefinger giving it an increasingly firm pinch. Candy's body responded with a shiver that started from her loins and moved up to her throat. Candy's started to breathe rapidly through her nose as Tanya pressed her lips more firmly against hers and increased in tempo more as Tanya's tongue began to probe between Candy's lips. 

Candy's hand came up and began to caress the back of Tanya's hair and then slowly pressed the back of Tanya's head causing their kiss to become more passionate. In an instant, their tongues were in each other's mouths and the fire was lit. Candy seemed as if she wanted to devour Tanya's tongue, swallow it whole. Tanya reciprocated even though she didn't feel the passion. She knew that it was her place to be of service. Yes! That was it! It was Tanya's function to be of service to Candy- -to service Candy, so to speak.

Tanya broke away from the kiss and kissed her way down Candy's face, chin, and neck until she arrived at her breasts. They were small and firm, less than an "A" cup. Tanya had seen larger breasts on many men. But Candy's nipples were sensitive and responded to Tanya's licking and sucking by becoming even more erect. Tanya even felt that she tasted some liquid exuding from one of them. All of this started Candy to writhing with her head thrown back and the sounds of pleasure in her throat. 




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Tanya didn't waste anymore time. She disengaged her mouth from Candy's breasts and went straight down to her crotch. She repositioned herself so that she was between Candy's legs and energetically went down on Candy's pussy. 

Candy had a hairless snatch. It was shaved but, Tanya sensed, that if Candy didn't maintain it on a daily basis, she would soon sport a lush bush. The lips of her vagina were full and fleshy. Tanya would have expected the opposite, given Candy's overall slimness. It just went to show that one never knows what lies "beneath". And Candy had a prominent clitoris hiding under a puffy hood. Tanya began to tease it with her tongue and lick up and down with firm, slow strokes. What surprised Tanya was that Candy's clitoris began to become increasingly erect until it protruded from between the lips. It looked like a miniature penis that seemed to be almost an inch long, perhaps more. Tanya placed her lips over it and gently began to suck it, bobbing her head up and down for good measure. 

Candy began to go wild. Her hips began to undulate as she strained to enhance Tanya's efforts with thrusting of her own. There were guttural sounds coming form Candy's throat and Tanya felt Candy's well toned abs contract and release as Candy strove to augment her impending orgasm. Tanya felt like she had fastened her lips onto the pommel of a saddle on a bucking horse. She reached under Candy and grasped her butt cheeks in either hand- -much like she had done with Dana- -and forced her mouth for firmly down on Candy's clit. The more pressure she applied, the more Candy bucked. Her legs began to flail outward and she used her heels to arch herself up so that her butt was off of the bed. She strained and held herself in that position for seconds still working to complete her orgasm. And Candy's butt dropped back down on the bed and her legs came up and wrapped themselves around Tanya's head clasping Tanya's face to her crotch Her whole body quivered as she tried to muffle a shriek of passion. Her body spasmed four times with each episode lasting at least a minute. Tanya was beginning to feel breathless as she could only breathe through her nose and then only when Candy relaxed her body for an instant. 

At long last, Candy's body collapsed itself back on the bed and she lay quiet. Her breathing was heavy as if she had just finished running laps and she was soaked with sweat. Her pussy was wet both from Tanya's saliva and from her own secretions which Tanya could taste in all their tanginess. Candy's "flavor" was distinct, not unpleasant but neither was it delicious. Tanya was no connoisseur but she wished for something more savory. 

As Candy drifted off to sleep after her orgasm(s), Tanya recognized that she had not been turned on at all by the experience. Candy was a wonderful person but, other than feeling an obligation to alleviate Candy's tension, she didn't take pleasure in having sex with her. It wasn't like the girls: Julie, Irene, and Mary; it WAS fun having sex with them. With Candy it was...well...it was a service. Maybe it was because Candy was strictly lesbian and mannish at that. Tanya was grateful she could take the edge off of Candy's stress but that was the extent of her satisfaction. 

Tanya snuggled up with the already somnolent Candy and went to sleep. There were to be busy times ahead.

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To Be Continued...

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 19



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Tanya could only stay a few more days before she had to get back to school. Finals were coming up and she needed to be there in person to take them. The timing worked well for she also had to go over some late versions of her designs with her company and make sure the patterns, fabrics, and prints were all in the works. She was going to have a fall line all of her own under the "DaynatO" label. 

Tanya got the latest from Ayisha's doctors, made sure that Ayisha and Candy were o.k. not having her at home, and wrote down her itinerary and schedule just to be on the safe side. She said she would check in regularly.

The next two weeks were a whirlwind. Tanya barely had enough time to think what she was doing. She did check in at home and found that all was as well as could be expected. Candy had gotten some help caring for Ayisha who was getting weaker. Ayisha, for her part, seemed cheerful and did not complain about her condition- -typical Ayisha. 

Her last final exam behind her, Tanya went to her apartment and collapsed on the couch. What a relief! She knew that she had aced her tests- -no question about that. Her semester projects had already been graded. All that was left was to prepare for graduation. 

As she reclined on the couch, she realized that the frenzied pressure was ebbing and she was euphoric at the thought of no more school. Euphoric? Actually, she was feeling just plain old horny. But what to do?

Tanya was never much for "clubbing" not that she had never done it but it wasn't her favorite environment to meet sex partners- -too many strange people, too many risks. But this night she decided she'd give it a try.

She showered, made herself up, and dressed up in a sexy number of her own design. It accentuated her curves and gave just enough of a glimpse of her cleavage to add mystery to what was concealed underneath. She put on some low heels- -she didn't want to tower over her "prospects"- -and headed for town.

Tanya didn't mind going out on her own. She didn't need company; she knew she could take care of herself and didn't want a "wing-woman" to hold her back when she had the opportunity to allow some guy to "get lucky". 

The club was packed, noisy, and smokey. The booze was flowing and she saw that every now and again folks were disappearing into the bathrooms only to return rubbing their noses. There was energy in the room, clearly a lot of it chemical. She didn't partake; she knew the hazards and respected them. In fact, she wasn't much of a drinker. A glass of wine perhaps but never intoxicated. Her mind was sharp on the "natch" and those things just interfered with her pleasure rather than heightening it.

It was about 10:00 PM and she'd only been in the club for about 45 minutes when she spotted her prey. He was black, tall and massive- -a football player- -well dressed, bejeweled, and oozing money. He had a broad smile and an easy way about him. He looked as if he would be having fun whether he was with a hundred people or just five. Tanya thought that two would be the right number.

He had people surrounding him but Tanya managed to wedge herself into the inner circle. She caught his eye and raised her glass, now empty, as if to toast him. She gave him a calculated look as if to say, "Oh, look at that! My glass is empty! You're not going to allow it to stay that way- -are you?" 

He motioned to the waitress with meaty hand with gold and diamond rings on three fingers. "Get this lady another of whatever she wants- -on my tab."

He broke with his crowd, put his arm around Tanya's waist and guided her over to a corner away from the band which was just finishing a set. He leaned forward and announced loudly over the music, "You and me? Let's find a quiet place- -Just you and me." Tanya nodded and allowed him to usher her out off the room. 

Outside, Tanya got an idea how truly big this man was. He was at least 6'6". Tanya in her heels was easily 6' and he looked down on her. Plus, he had to be 250 lbs, or more. She could see even in his clothes that his physique was well developed, muscular, and solid. 

They chatted briefly as he waited his car to arrive. His name was Marvon, he played tight-end for a professional football team in another state. He was in town to help with his team's scouting efforts by doing some research on the upcoming crop of senior collegiate players, some of whom might become draft prospects next spring. He wasn't so much concerned with their athletic ability as with character issues. Snooping around wasn't a bad idea considering the team might invest millions and that last thing the team wanted was to draft a train wreck. 

Marvon's "car" arrived. "Car" was an understatement. It was a chauffeur driven Hummer stretch limo. The driver got out, opened the door and Tanya got in ahead of Marvon. Before the driver closed the door, Marvon said to him, "Just drive around for a while. I'll tell you when to head for the hotel."

The chauffeur wheeled the car away from the curb and began a leisurely tour of the small college town, including a trip to and around the campus. 

There was some small talk: Marvon wanted to know Tanya's name, what she did for a living, etc. etc. Tanya gave him a brief bio, making sure not to get too detailed. She concentrated on her school work and her job; she didn't get into her family history, and certainly didn't disclose much of anything about her personal life.

She decided that having sex with this man was the priority and she made that evident to him by abruptly moving in and giving him a firm kiss on the mouth- -while he was in mid sentence- -and by moving her hand to his lap to toy with his belt buckle.

"My, my, my, pretty lady. You don't waste any time do you." It was clear he was pleased that Tanya was dispensing with the preliminaries.

Tanya rapidly undid his belt, skillfully opened the button on his pants, and swiftly slid the zipper down to the end. He wasn't wearing underwear so his cock sprang out of the opening already well on its way to becoming erect. He was a big guy; he had a big cock. It was a big, black, uncircumcised bratwurst that, as Tanya wrapped her hand around it, protruded with room to spare. She pulled down to skin back the foreskin and could see in the dim light of the car interior, that the head was engorged and shiny. Her mouth was beginning to water. 

Tanya disengaged her lips from the impromptu kiss and unceremoniously went down on Marvon's now fully erect cock. She didn't nibble or tease. She summarily took the entire tumid phallus all of the way into her mouth until the head was past the back of her tongue and down her throat. Breathing through her nose, Tanya constricted her throat muscles as if to try to swallow it all the way into her gullet. She could feel Marvon's member swell and pulse as she did this. As she slowly withdrew his cock from her throat, she cupped his testicles in her hand and gave them a firm squeeze- -more of a massage than a grip. At this, his hips lifted off the seat and he emitted a deep sigh of pleasure. 

She repeated her swallowing, withdrawing, and squeezing at first slowly and then with more rapidity and more vigor. Marvon's hands where at his side braced against the upholstery of the seat raising his hips up, thrusting at each of Tanya's ministrations. Tanya's mouth was slick with her own saliva and with Marvon's oozing pre-cum. This made it easier for her to work his cock in and out without causing her any distress. And she knew that for him it must feel like fucking a well lubricated pussy but one where the muscles gripped and stimulated his penis. Tanya could tell from his breathing that he was on the edge of orgasm. 

Finally, Tanya knew that Marvon was going to cum. His cock swelled, his scrotum tightened, the muscles in his abdomen tensed, and his breath stopped. Marvon's cum erupted into Tanya's throat as he gave out a loud, grunting sigh. It seemed as if he was spewing a quart of semen into Tanya's mouth but she swallowed all of it down not allowing any of it to escape her lips. When the spurting stopped- -after five or six ejaculations- -Tanya slowly removed Marvon's softening penis from her mouth carefully sucking off all of the residual semen. She could taste it now, slick and salty but delicious. It had a delicate artichoke like flavor. It made her wonder what Marvon had eaten for dinner that night. 

"You, my dear, were magnificent." Marvin sighed as he enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm. "I can't remember having had a better blow job- -ever!"

"I'll bet you say that to all of the girls, Marvon." Tanya teased. But she knew that he was probably right; she did give an exceptional blow job. "But, believe me, Mr. Marvon, it was my pleasure."

Marvon put himself back together as Tanya straightened her clothes. "Where to now, Tanya? My place? Your place?" 

Tanya cooly said, "No. Just take me back to the club. I have a ride home." 

"Back to the club," Marvin shouted through the intercom to the driver. "We've got to drop this lady off where we found her."

"I'm in town for the rest of the week, Tanya. How about we get to gether again?" Marvin probed Tanya for interest. "I'm staying at the Five Star. Just ask for me." 

Tanya played off that, half thinking that it might- -and half thinking that it wouldn't- - be a good idea. She was satisfied for tonight but who knows what tomorrow might bring.

"We'll see." Tanya said as she exited the Hummer. "Maybe."

Tanya couldn't see through the darkened windows as the limo drove off. If she could have she would have seen Marvon with a huge smile on his face. He knew she would be calling him- -soon.

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Tanya caught a cab home, went inside and undressed down to her panties and bra. She still had Marvon's taste in her mouth and it made her horny all over again. She could feel where his cock had been in her throat but wanted it elsewhere inside her. She began to get an erection of her own. She decided to call Marvon at his hotel.

She didn't have his room number but the switchboard know who he was and, much to her surprise, they knew who she was and connected her directly. Marvon must have left work for her call to be put through. That smacked more than a little of presumption. Nevertheless, she finally got Marvon on the line.

"Marvon? This is Tanya." She cooed. "Did you like what you got tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, Baby!" Marvon crooned back. "You got some more of that for me?"

"Well, I just might, sweetie." Tanya subtly smacked her lips but loud enough sound to carry over the phone line. "I think I might have some more for you if you've got more for me. You picking up what I'm laying down?"

"I'll send my car for you." It was almost an order. "What's your address?"

"No, Marvon. I'll take a cab." Despite her obvious interest, Tanya made sure she established herself as an independent agent. "I'll be there in 30 minutes. Leave word at the front desk to let me up to your room. What's the number?"

"730. That's the penthouse." Marvon wanted to impress her. "They'll let you right on up. See you soon."

Tanya called a cab and changed into a stylishly casual but sexy sweat outfit. She checked herself in the mirror before leaving. Yes, she looked like she'd get Marvon's juices flowing again.

She breezed into the hotel lobby and the clerk at the counter whisked her over to the elevator. He turned the security key in the express elevator lock and sent her on up to the penthouse. 

Even though it was in a small college town, the hotel was plush. It was the type of place that visiting dignitaries would stay when visiting the campus. Besides, there was an affluent class in the town who ran different companies all over the country. They often had meetings locally and invited the upper crust to attend. Marvon, being a sports celebrity, rated first class treatment. And he got it. 

His suite was exquisite. It was marble, chrome and glass. It shone like something out of a fantasy movie. It had a large living room, a full dining room, and two bedroom suites- -both of which had floor to ceiling sliding windows that opened onto a balcony with a view, such as it was, of the downtown area and the college campus in the distance. 

It was after midnight when Tanya arrived but Marvon had arranged for a late snack. Well, snack was hardly the right word. The spread consisted of oysters on the half-shell, chilled shrimp, and caviar with crackers. There were two types of wine- -one white and one a sparkling rose'- -and mineral water.

Tanya tossed down four or five oysters and chased it with some sparkling rose' She didn't go for the caviar- -too fishy- -and thought the shrimp would be too filling. Besides, the oysters reminded her of swallowing cum, an entirely pleasurable experience for her. 

She and Marvon chatted mainly about his professional career. He was at his peak, well compensated, and well respected. His team was a perennial championship contender but had never made it to the big dance. He was hoping that this coming year would be THE year- -always the hope looking at a new season. Tanya was circumspect about divulging personal details about herself but did give him a little more about her fashion design aspirations. 

The oysters and the wine began to work and she found herself getting hornier as they talked. Sensed that Marvon had recharged himself from earlier and was eager for a roll in the hay too. So, abruptly changing the subject, she said, "What do these bedroom suites look like?"

Marvon's eyes widened at this. He got up, took Tanya by the hand, and led her into his bedroom. It had mirrors on three walls, including behind the bed, and the fourth wall was the floor to ceiling windows. 

"Marvon? I want you to do something for me." Tanya purred. 

"Whatever you want, pretty lady" There was no hesitation in Marvon's voice.

"I want you to strip for me. Let me see your body in the light." Tanya was sweet but directive. "C'mon Mr. Hunk. Get naked for me."

Marvon's eyes lit up and he began to imitate a club dancer's moves while humming a made-up tune. He was huge but he had an ease of movement and rhythm that added sensuality to his act. He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his shirt, unbuckled his pants, and teased them off his waist and down his legs. As before, he wasn't wearing underwear so he was quickly completely naked.

Tanya reached over to the night stand, grabbed a ball-point pen and a memo pad and sketched Marvon as he disrobed. Even though she was using a crude medium, she was able to capture the essence of this athlete's physique and motion.

As one might expect from a professional athlete, he had a massive, well developed body. His neck, chest, arms, and abdominals were rippling. There was a faint sheen of sweat produced by his activity and by his excitement that made his dark skin glow. He had powerful thighs and calves; even the muscles in his feet looked over developed. Indeed he was a superb physical specimen. 

Tanya's gaze fell on his genitals. Even though she had consumed his cock once before, she hadn't seen it in relation to the rest of his body. His penis was well proportioned for his size, which is to say that it was also huge. Maybe it was her imagination, but his cock looked like it was a full 9" flaccid. But it didn't stay limp. It took no time at all for his cock to start hardening and stand to attention. Tanya could feel it in her throat already. 

Now naked, Marvon motioned to Tanya to take off her clothes too. "Turn about is fair play. I gotta see that body of yours too, sweetness."

"O.K., Marvon but I look sexier in dim light." Tanya went over and dimmed the lights in the room to a dusky level. "You know girls are, Marvon. I'm shy like the rest."

Tanya mimicked Marvon's dance as she shed her top and pants. She played with her bra strap and cups giving him a "peek-a-boo" look at her breasts and then finally unhooked it completely and flung it onto the floor. Marvon's was fixated on her breasts and she could see him lick his lips. She raised her hands and cupped her firm globes and squeezed the nipples making them stand up. Marvon was breathing heavily. Tanya stopped before removing her panties. 

"Let's do this in the dark." Again Tanya was affirmative as she walked over to the curtains and pulled them completely closed and then turned the lights all of the way off. 

It was pitch black in the room now but Tanya could new where to locate Marvon. She found his hand and led him over to the bed. He bumped into it and tumbled onto the mattress face forward. Tanya followed, landing almost on top of him. They both gave out a laugh.

Tanya was immediately all over Marvon's body licking and sucking and prodding. She tongued her way up his back to his neck and began sucking on him just below his ear. He quivered but reached over and, in a wrestling type move, flipped Tanya onto her back pinning her arms. Without putting his full weight on her, he pressed himself close and found her mouth with his. His kisses were firm and sweet as he penetrated her lips with his tongue. Tanya felt almost as if his tongue were as large as his penis- -it almost completely filled her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, drawing it further into her mouth and then reciprocated pulling tongue into his mouth. This back and forth lasted a few minutes. Tanya felt her excitement rising. She knew that it wouldn't take much more for her cock to get hard and she didn't want to surprise Marvon with that little secret- -just yet.

She playfully wiggled her arms free from his grasp and moved her hands down to where they could grasp his now hard cock. As she did this, Marvon moved his mouth from Tanya's and down to her chest where he began caressing her breasts and nipples with his lips. Tanya massaged his penis while Marvon sucked on her boobs. He was completely enchanted with the firmness of her breasts and her small taut nipples. His tongue flicked and Tanya's hand jacked on his cock. There was a humming coming from Marvon that resonated into Tanya chest. It made her cock start to get even harder. 

"Take me, take me, Marvon!" Tanya added urgency to her voice. "Take me now!" 

Marvon's hands began to move down Tanya's stomach and Tanya stopped them. "No. Take me in the ass. Please! Fuck my ass!"

Tanya rolled over onto her stomach as she pulled off her panties and lay with her cock pressed firmly against the mattress, spreading her legs so that her asshole was exposed to him. She heard him use his saliva to wet his cock and could feel him dribble some of it into the crack of her ass to add lubrication. Tanya felt his weight press down on her and sensed that huge piece of meat was soon to be inside her. She spread her legs wider.

The sensation initially only one of pressure on her asshole but it steadily grew until she felt his gigantic cock trying to penetrate her. She relaxed her sphincter and let his organ slide into her as easily as she could but it was so big that it took a lot of effort on Marvon's part to insert it all of the way. Once the head of his penis was past her sphincter, it plunged into her rectum clear up to her colon. Tanya let out a gasp and a sigh. "Ooooohhh. YES!" 

The sensation was exquisite- -painful but pleasurable- -as Marvon began to pump his phallus in and out of Tanya. He pulled Tanya to her knees held her at her waist and pounded in and out, in and out, in and out. Each stroke was more forceful. He grunted with each effort and Tanya responded with grunts of her own. 

"Uuuhhhhh....uuuuhhhhhh....uhhhhh" Marvon chanted in cadence. "Uuuhhhhh....uuuuhhhhhh....ahhhhhh" Tanya answered in time. 

Tanya knew that her cock was hard but she worried that it would flail around and slap back at Marvon as his abdomen pounded against her butt. She reached up one hand and grabbed her cock and held it as still as she could but the pressure of her own hand on her cock added to the already almost irresistible pleasure that was flowing into her from Marvon's cock. The electricity of Marvon's lightning rod was sending shocks throughout her body. She was beginning to feel that she was levitating off the bed.




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And then Marvon stopped his pounding. He held Tanya's buttocks close to him as his own hips began to buck and spasm. Tanya knew what was to follow.

"Pull out, pull out, pull out!!" Tanya sounded frantic. "I want to swallow you!"

Marvon abruptly extracted his penis from Tanya's anus. The feeling that sent a thrill trough Tanya from her toes all of the way to the top of her head. Her mouth was open and she even drooled a little at the pleasure as the head of Marvon's penis went past her sphincter.

Tanya rolled over onto her back as Marvon sat astride her. She wiggled down until his cock was positioned exactly on her lips. Marvon jacked his cock once or twice, just enough to get his semen flowing, and then shot his entire load all over Tanya's face. Thick ropes of cum splashed on her cheeks, on her lips, on her neck, and even up her nose. Some of it even went up onto her forehead and into her eyes. The fragrance and flavor of his cum enveloped her- -it was indeed like artichokes. She licked it from her lips into her mouth and then used her fingers to scoop the cum on her face into her mouth eagerly gulping it down. Notwithstanding the fact that Marvon had shot his load just a few hours before, his production of semen was prodigious. It might not have been the quart that Tanya remembered in the limo but it was easily half of that- -and just as delicious.

Marvon shuddered as he shot his wad, ejaculating four or five times and then leaned forward with his arm on the mattress completely spent. 

"Was that a work out for you, my man?" Tanya teased. "That's twice in one day for you."

"Hey, no problem." Marvon panted. "I'm used to two-a-day's from training camp."

They both laughed at that one. 

Marvon rolled off Tanya and lay on his back breathing deeply basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. 

"What are we going to do for you little lady?" Marvon was spent but solicitous. "I'm guessing you didn't come. Or an I wrong?" 

"That felt wonderful, Marvon. Simply wonderful." Tanya, despite the fact that she hadn't had a true orgasm, also was still coming down from her state euphoria. "You were spectacular. There's no need for more tonight."

Tanya rolled off the bed and crawled on her hands and knees to where she knew her clothes were. She slipped on her sweat pants and jacket, leaving the jacket open just to tease. She went over and flipped on the lights. 

Marvon was laying on his back on the bed. He was sound asleep- -very soundly asleep, snoring up a storm. 

Tanya picked up her bra and panties, grabbed her pen and ink sketch of Marvon and stuffed them all in purse. She left a quick not to Marvon on the note pad, "I'll call you tomorrow." She slipped on her sandals, let herself out of the hotel room, and took a cab home. 

During the ride home, she could still taste him on lips and feel his cock in her ass. He made an impression on her and she wanted more.

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She called him the next day, visited him again in his hotel room that night and sucked his cock until it was dry. The following day, too. And the day after that. And the day after that. 

Their sessions were romantic. Marvon would order room service and they would sit on the couch and eat and chat. They exchanged a little more info about each other but Tanya still hadn't told Marvon her last name, where she lived, where she worked, or that she was graduating in a couple of weeks. She was content to make small talk and let him wonder exactly who it was that he was making love with.

Sex consisted her giving him blow jobs. He relished those, as did she, but when Marvon pressed Tanya to have "regular" sex, she played off of that my pleading that she had started her period. After the close call she had with him during their anal sexual adventure, she decided it was a good idea not to disclose her secret. Besides, Marvon seemed to be the typical ultra macho jock and she didn't want to take the risk of having the kind of blow up with him that she had before with Reginald. There must be something about athletes that made transsexuals particularly hateful to them. To Tanya, sex was sex and love was love; to macho dudes like Reginald and Marvon, those two commodities had different values. 

Marvon had to leave at the end of the week. He said he would miss Tanya and wanted to keep up the relationship somehow- -coming back for visits, having Tanya travel to his city, meeting in a mutually agreeable other site. But Tanya wanted to keep things flexible. She said would contact him from time to time and ascertain what his schedule might be, and try to work out a meeting. She gave him the reason that she needed to stay flexible as her life was about to make some sharp turns. She didn't elaborate.

At their last meeting, Tanya had worked Marvon into a frenzy teasing his cock with her tongue and finger tips. He finally came with Tanya jacking him off as she sucked on his breasts. This drove him wild and when he came he shot ropes of cum all the way up his stomach to his chest where it spattered on Tanya's cheek as she teased one of his nipples between her teeth. Much as Ludmilla had done with her, Tanya licked the semen off of his body savoring every drop. She was going to miss the taste of his cum. 

After she cleaned up and was ready to leave, Marvon offered to pay for Tanya's cab ride home. He pulled out his wallet and fished out a fifty dollar bill. Tanya felt a little insulted as if she were being paid for having sex but she didn't show it. She simply thanked him for his offer but declined it without any further discussion. She wasn't really sure if Marvon recognized this as a faux pas. She could only hope that he was sincere in his intention to defray her travel expense and not inferring that he was paying her for sex.

As Marvon opened his wallet to put the bill back in, Tanya noticed a photograph of a white woman and two very cute children who looked like they were of predominantly African-American extraction. This made her freeze momentarily but she didn't let on the concern that it caused her. Delicious Marvon married? That certainly would complicate things. But she decided to leave that for another day when, or if, she and Marvon were to meet again.

He gave her a final, long, passionate kiss- -the kind that caused her loins to stir- -and bade her good-bye. 

Tanya went down to the lobby, hailed a cab, and traveled home- -with a lot on her mind.

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The following week was glorious and frenetic. Graduation was scheduled for that Friday and Tanya had to make arrangements for Ayisha and Candy to come up stay with her. Despite her waning strength, Ayisha was game to come. She said she wouldn't miss the graduation for the life of her and that was almost literally true. Ayisha and Candy traveled by car with Ayisha napping most of the way. She needed a wheelchair to get around when she got there. Fortunately, Candy had given advance warning of this so Tanya had already secured a rental chair for Ayisha to use. 

Tanya had a small group of people at the ceremony. Mary and her now husband showed up, as did Irene and Julie. Several people from work were there- -not Gardner, though. And there were folks from the theater arts department who made a special point of cheering for Tanya on her accomplishment. Tanya thought she might see Dana in the crowd but Dana didn't show up. She even got a card from Peter congratulating her on her graduation. Oddly, it had a lacy pink and blue ribbon wrapped around it; it was a typical Peter touch- -thoughtful but caustic. 

Tanya could only marvel at Ayisha's burst of energy and enthusiasm on Graduation Day. She seemed like her old self, minus her hair and about 40 pounds. She was gracious and vivacious and made the entire affair one to remember. It brought tears to Tanya's eyes. 

Tanya had so much for which to be grateful to her mother. The recitation of the list would take a day but when she kissed her mother after the ceremony it was all communicated in an instant. Ayisha knew and Tanya knew- -no words were necessary.

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 20



Tanya was dreaming of a huge black cock hovering over her head. It was half-limp but she could see it beginning to harden. The head was getting shiny and there was a drop of pre-cum developing in the pee slit. That drop got bigger and bigger until it looked balloon sized and then it detached itself from the overhanging penis and splashed onto her forehead running into her eyes. 

Tanya awoke to find that, even though she was in her air-conditioned bedroom, she was in a sweat with rivulets running off of her forehead into her eyes. Her whole body was slick with perspiration and the sheets were damp all around her body. She felt feverish and there was an aching in her loins. She reached down and rubbed her abdomen just above her pubic patch. As her fingertips brushed against her cock just below the head, it sprang to life. That sent a thrill all of the way up to the back of her throat. She moaned.

She wrapped her right hand around the shaft of her penis and began stroking it. The realization came to her that she hadn't had an orgasm for days- -it seemed like months. There was a build-up of tension in her that was beyond words and she knew that she had to release the tension or scream. 

Faster and faster her fingers massaged her shaft, squeezing at the top of the up-stroke and relaxing on the down-stroke. Her left hand came up to her chest and alternately tweaked her right nipple and her left nipple. She pinched herself so forcefully that she squealed but nevertheless reveled in the pleasure shooting into her tummy all the way down to her ass hole. 

Her hips began to undulate and strain against the pressure of her own hand. She dug in her heels and arched her back until her butt was off of the bed and then plopped it back down. She spread her legs and bent her legs, raising her knees until there were even with her shoulders. This forced her hand tighter on her cock. 

Her strokes were getting shorter but stronger. She thought for an instant that she was going to pull her penis out from its roots. She gripped tighter and gave a few more jerks.

And then she came, spurting warm semen all of the way up to her neck. It was thick, pearly, and ropy. She could smell its fragrance- -fruity-tangy, it seemed to her- -as it flowed down her chest to her stomach. Yet still more cum gushed from her penis again up to her chest; and more came but not so forcefully; and, finally, a couple of mild spurts before it stopped. She relaxed, put her legs out, and settled down on the bed, breathing deeply.

The warm cum was cooling on her skin. She looked down and the gobbets running together forming little milky pools. She made a cup of her right hand and scooped it all of the way up from her abdomen to her chest gathering as much of her own semen as she could. When she reached the top of chest, she had a palm full of cum. She raised it to her mouth and sucked the slippery liquid between her lips onto her waiting tongue. It had the same feeling as slipping a raw oyster into her mouth, practically the same consistency and texture- -and not all that different in taste. She rolled the load around in her mouth and swallowed it down savoring the delicate, salty, tangy flavor. 

"Mmmmmmm!" Tanya said to herself. "Mmmmmmmm!"

Purged and relaxed, she drifted back to sleep thinking that, as delicious as Marvon's cum was, her own tasted even better.

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The telephone awakened her before dawn. It was Candy. 

"Come home NOW!" She said, clearly distressed. "Ayisha isn't waking up. I think she may be close to the end. Please come home!"

Tanya called a cab, headed to the small airport, and caught the first commuter to the city. She took a cab from the airport and was home in three hours. 

It turned out to be an hour too late.

There was a fire rescue truck at the curb and the front door was open. Tanya walked through the door, dropped her suitcase and headed down the hall to the bedroom. She was met by Candy half-way there. Candy looked like a zombie, emotionless and expressionless, except for her shaking her head slowly side to side as if to say, "There's nothing anyone can do." Tanya gave her a hug, held her for a moment and then took her by the hand and went into the bedroom.

Ayisha lay supine on the bed with a sheet covering her from her feet to her head. The EMT's were packing up their gear, careful not to leave any remnants of their efforts to revive Ayisha. Tanya identified herself. The EMT in charge said some stock words of condolence, asked Tanya if she had made any arrangements for a funeral home, and wrote in his notebook Tanya's response. As the EMT started to leave the room, a local policeman came down the hallway, spoke briefly with the EMT and also made notes in his own notebook. 

Candy called the funeral home and then Tanya and Candy gave the police officer all of the information he requested while they all waited for the hearse to arrive from the funeral home to convey Ayisha's body there. 

The funeral home attendants arrived, prepared Aiysha for removal in a very methodical and dignified way and began to exit the house with her wrapped in a white shroud on a gurney. Before they left, Tanya pulled back the shroud and kissed Ayisha on the forehead. Her body was still warm and it was as if Tanya was kissing her goodnight. The attendants left and Tanya never looked upon her mother again.

Ayisha had made her arrangements in advance- -cremation with her ashes to be scattered in a local wilderness park where she used to like to hike. There was no memorial service, per se but there was a party at the house about a week later. It was a somber get-together but a party nevertheless. There were scads of people from the humble to the notable. All had nothing but good things to say about Ayisha- -every word true.

The week after that, Tanya and Candy went to Ayisha's lawyer's office for the reading of Ayisha's will. 

In addition to funds that Reynaldo had given Ayisha many years ago, he had also established a trust fund for which Tanya was the named beneficiary. According to its provisions, Tanya wasn't to receive any money from it until she was 25 years of age and then only half. The balance would be paid out in yearly installments until Tanya reached the age of 50. Ayisha had done well in her profession and had invested wisely; plus, she had made a good choice when she bought her house for which she had paid cash. After all was said and done, Ayisha's estate worked out to be 3 Million dollars- -after taxes! And that didn't include Tanya's trust fund which amounted to another 3.5 million dollars. 

Tanya was astounded. She knew her mother was financially secure but had no idea that Ayisha was truly wealthy. They hadn't lived extravagantly at all. In fact, Tanya's mother, though certainly not a skinflint, lived on the frugal side- -very conservative in things financial. 

Ayisha bequeathed the house and 1 million dollars to Candy; the balance all fell to Tanya. 

Despite the fact that Tanya was newly graduated from college, she was already making significant money from her job and partnership with her garment company benefactor. Her first year's take was in the low six figures and future prospects were looking very good. 

Tanya drove Candy back to the house- -now Candy's house- -and settled down in the living room for some tea and a chat.

"You have a room here anytime, Tanya. You know that don't you?" Candy was sincere. "It is hard to think of life without Ayisha but the thought of not having you visit is almost more than I can bear."

"I know, Candy. I know." Tanya said soothingly. "I will surely be by to visit but I have to get out on my own now. You understand?"

Candy nodded her head. "Of course. Of course...." Her voice trailed off. 

"But there is something, Tanya. Something I need to do now. Something I've never done before." Candy began to sound very serious. "I hope you will understand."

Candy stood up and began undressing. She slipped her bare feet out of her shoes, unzipped her slacks and let them drop to the floor, and unbuttoned her blouse letting it fall off of her arms. Tanya had seen Candy naked before but not in broad daylight and not in the living room. She stood there in her panties, showing off her small breasts and her tiny hard nipples- - very white, very slender, and very self-conscious. 

"Tanya? You know I'm a lesbian." Candy was subdued. "The closest I've gotten to a penis was when my lovers used a dildo on me. I've never had sex with a man, except for when you went down on me that time and...well...that seemed more like a girlfriend." 

This was leading somewhere, Tanya thought. She had a good idea what was to follow.

"Tanya? I want you to have sex with me like a man." Candy came right out with it. "I want to suck your cock and I want you to fuck me with your cock. I've never wanted it that way before but with you I know different. I just know it." 

Candy pulled her panties down over her hips and legs and kicked them off onto the floor. As Candy stood there with her legs apart, Tanya could see Candy's shaved vagina and knew that Candy's penis like clitoris would be getting hard under its little hood. That made Tanya's juices began to flow. She felt her cock getting hard under her clothes.

Candy reached out her hand and Tanya reached out to Candy. Their hands clasped and Candy pulled Tanya to her feet and lead her from the living room, down the hall, and into the bedroom.

Candy undressed Tanya as they stood by the bed. It didn't take much undressing as Tanya was wearing only a loose fitting sundress, a bra, panties, and sandals. Those wound up in a pile on the floor in no time.

Candy stood back a little just admire Tanya's naked body. Candy was an athlete and coached athletes- -mostly female- -so she had an eye for physical beauty. What she was saw was a tall woman with a well proportioned body, who trim and toned. Tanya's skin was smooth and dark with no blemishes. Her breasts were wonderfully full and firm, her nipples small and taut, and her tummy was flat,. Her pubic area was trimmed but not shaved and sprouting from it was a perfectly formed penis that was beginning to get hard even as Candy gazed at it.

Candy nudged Tanya toward the bed until Tanya couldn't move any farther back and wound up sitting down on the mattress. Her legs were apart and she leaned back supporting herself on her arms. Candy knelt down in front of Tanya positioning herself between Tanya's legs all the while keeping her eyes fixed on Tanya's now almost erect penis. 

Candy reached out and touched the underside of Tanya's cock with her right hand gently tracing her fingers up and down. It twitched as Candy did this and Tanya let out a soft sigh of pleasure. She circled the shaft with her fingers and lightly began to stroke it; the firm organ swelled even more as she did this. As she stroked, she tightened her grip so that she was almost milking it and noticed that there was a drop of clear liquid rising through the slit in the end. Candy looked up at Tanya who had guessed Candy's silent question. Tanya nodded. Candy leaned her head forward and touched her tongue to the end of Tanya's cock and transferred the little droplet to the end of her tongue. She paused for an instant and then drew her tongue into her mouth savoring the liquid as if it were a sip of liqueur. 

"Mmmmm!" Candy murmured. "Tanya that is delicious, so delicate...."

Candy proceeded to put her lips against the engorged, shiny head of Tanya's dick, gave it a kiss, and pressed her lips more firmly against it until it began to penetrate between her lips. At first, he only took the head between her lips but became braver as she became accustomed to the sensation of having a warm, firm cock in her mouth. She drew more and more of it into her until she could feel the tip pressing against the roof of her mouth near her soft pallet. She held it there exerting more suction until she heard Tanya sigh again. Then she started working the now slick member in and out between her lips as her tongue maintained contact with its underside. Tanya sighed some more- -louder and longer now. 

Tanya reached down and put her hands on Candy's shoulders guiding her to her feet. Tanya's penis slipped out of Candy's mouth and, as Candy was half way to her feet, Tanya leaned down and kissed Candy on the lips and held the kiss until Candy the were both fully upright. Tanya could feel Candy breathing hard and could faintly taste her own flavor on Candy's lips. 

Tanya turned the tables on Candy and leaned on her until Candy fell back on the bed. Tanya climbed up on the bed and positioned the now supine Candy so that her legs were apart and so that Tanya was between them with a clear view of Candy's vagina. Tanya could see that it was already beginning to glisten with Candy's natural lubrication. This exclusive lesbian was clearly turned on by her sexual encounter with a male organ.

Tanya leaned forward and pressed her lips against Candy's pussy kissing it as if it were her mouth. She used her tongue to probe the slit between the puffy lips until she could taste the tang of Candy's juices and then moved her tongue up until it was flicking against Candy's prodigious clitoris. It was firm now and protruded from its hood. Tanya worked it with her tongue and lips sucking with greater and greater vigor as she sensed Candy's increasing arousal. It was indeed like sucking on a little penis and Tanya relished that. Candy's pussy was getting wetter and wetter and Tanya delighted in the citrus like flavor of her juices. 

Candy's hips began to undulate and Tanya recognized that it was now time for some good old fucking.

Tanya got to her knees, moved forward until the head of her cock was right up against Candy's vagina. She looked down and saw Candy nodding her head in assent. Tanya pressed forward and gently but firmly inserted her cock in to Candy's moist and ready pussy. 

Candy's body was lean and hard but her vagina was not tight, as Tanya expected it to be; neither was it loose and sloppy. It was, in fact, a very good fit for Tanya and her cock moved in and out easily but produced a firm, pleasurable stimulation to her cock. 

As she began fucking Candy in earnest, Candy responded as one might expect an athlete to respond- -with energy and passion. It seemed like a contest to see who could make whom come first.. Tanya knew she would win that one for she had developed the ability to restrain her orgasm until she chose the time. The fact that she wasn't having her orgasm seemed to drive Candy wild. She fucked Tanya harder and harder adding amplitude to her undulations the longer she went. 

At length, Candy let out a loud groan as she arched her back and as her pussy tightened around Tanya's cock. She held that position for a full thirty seconds and then returned to her frantic fucking. 

Tanya leaned forward and clasped Candy in her arms and rolled over so that Candy was on top. 

Candy began to ride Tanya like a horse. Her arms were behind her head and her pussy was filled with Tanya's cock as she bucked against Tanya's firm tummy. Tanya could feel Candy's clitoris as it brushed against her pubic hair as her stiff prick moved in and out and back and forth in Candy's pussy. This drove Candy into even more of a frenzy until she cried out almost in pain, "OOHHHHH...Ohhhh.....OOOOOHHHHHH....fuck me harder....I'm gonna fuck you harder.....I'm gonna come again....oooohhhh....Ohhhh.....OOOOHHHHH!!" 

Candy came again even to the point where Tanya could feel her secretions drip from her pussy on the Tanya's abdomen and scrotum. It wasn't a flood but it was certainly a noticeable discharge. Tanya could smell it and the fragrance was indeed fruity, citrus-like. Tanya reached up, put her hands under Candy's armpits, and pulled Candy off of her cock. Tanya moved Candy's body up until Candy's pussy was up against her lips so that Tanya could suck and lick her lady cum. It seemed to Tanya that Candy had another orgasm as Tanya's tongue was in side her. Candy's body tensed, her thighs quivered, and her pussy tightened around Tanya's tongue. 

Breathless, Candy said, "Tanya. I want YOUR cum. I want to taste YOU! Cum for me NOW!"

With that, Candy left her position astride Tanya's chest, turned around, and headed straight for Tanya's still erect penis. She almost swallowed it whole. She massaged its shaft as she bobbed her head up and down trying to suck the life out of it. Tanya could hear Candy moaning with pleasure.

Finally, Tanya knew that she had to give in and let herself come for Candy. It would be a crime not to. 

"Candy? I'm going to cum now." Tanya tried to sound excited an enthusiastic. "But I'm going to cum in your mouth. Do you want that?" 

She could hear a grunt of assent from Candy, she let loose her load into Candy's mouth just at the point where Candy was on an "upstroke". Candy held her head still as Tanya's semen flowed across her tongue and filled up her mouth. She didn't move until Tanya's cock had finished its spasms then she pulled her head back allowing Tanya's cock to slip past her lips. She raised her head and conspicuously swallowed Tanya's load, licking her lips afterward. Tanya could see that Candy's eyes were glistening with pleasure.

Candy pitched forward and pressed herself against Tanya's body, snuggling herself close. Tanya turned her head and gently kissed Candy on the lips. Candy responded by turning it into a full-blown french kiss, thrusting her tongue deep in to Tanya's mouth. Tanya could taste her own cum on Candy's tongue. Tanya had to admit that it was delicious. She only hoped that Candy'a cum that was still on Tanya's lips tasted as good to her. 

They lay next to each other and drifted off to sleep. 

It was dark when Tanya awoke. She got up without disturbing Candy, dressed, and packed her suitcase. She considered awakening Candy before she left but didn't. She thought that leaving Candy with the memory of a fantastic orgasm was sufficient. 

She did, however, leave a note for her:

Candy. 

Thank you for being so wonderful with my mother these past few years, especially during the difficult times with her illness. And, thank you for being such a good friend and lover to me. 

This is your house now. Ayisha wanted you to have it and it is one of the fruits of your love for each other. 

I hope I am welcome back to visit. In the meantime, feel free to pack up my things and store them. I will send for them when I get a suitable place.

I will always have only good thoughts for you and best wishes for your future happiness.

Love.......Tanya.....

Tanya drove away knowing that an entirely new chapter in her life was opening. She was excited and unafraid.

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Taste of True Friendship Ch. 21



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When Tanya got back to her apartment in College Town, she was surprised to find a message on her answering machine- -from Marvon! The message was simple: "Call me at the hotel as soon as you can." There was neither a time nor a date for the message but Tanya called back immediately. She was not surprised to hear from the front desk that Marvon had checked out some days before. After all, Tanya had been away for more than two weeks and no doubt the message was left shortly after she had departed for her mother's. This was before cel-phones had become ubiquitous, so there really wasn't any way for her to otherwise get in contact with him. But she figured if he had contacted her once he could get a hold of her again.

Tanya got busy right away preparing for her new life. She intelligence, talent, a fabulous body, a degree, a line of fashion products that were already making her significant money, contacts in several areas where her creative skills could put to use for money, and perhaps most important a desire to succeed- -and having a cushion of a several million dollars didn't hurt. 

She decided, however, to stay in her apartment in College Town. She had inherited some of her mother's conservative fiscal intuition which told her that she should proceed carefully when it came to spending and investing. Likewise, she knew that were it known that she was financially well off, she would begin to attract all sorts of spongers and hangers-on. No, she would lie low, build her life, and eschew the flamboyant scene- -for now. 

She went into the garment company and set to work on another line of clothing- -young, active, sexy clothes and accessories. She created quickly and prolifically. By the end of the summer, she had two seasons worth of next year's styles ready to go. Her contract called for a flat consulting fee and compensation contingent on the success of the lines. Her principals at the company were backing her 100%. They knew a good bet when they saw one. It was to turn out to be profitable to them both- -beyond either's wildest dreams.

Tanya stayed in touch with her theater crowd and got a couple of minor projects working on set design for some productions destined for small community venues. They weren't difficult but she got her name on the credits for them- -important for her brag sheet. She did artwork and photography for some trade magazines and even participated in developing some commercial spots for local television.

Over the months, Tanya became more and more known to those who recognized and could utilize her talents. Separate and apart from her inheritance, Tanya was beginning to see some real money roll in. 

It wasn't until the start of Fall that Marvon surfaced again. He called Tanya and actually caught her at home. It was a brief conversation. Essentially, he was playing a game in a nearby city and wanted Tanya to come there and get together with him before the game. His travel plans got him there on a Friday night, he had a light "walk-thru" practice on Saturday, and had to play the game on Sunday. Tanya agreed to meet him on Friday night.

She showed up at his hotel dressed to the nines. She looked good- -very good- -in her self-designed outfit. She wore a loose silk blouse (no bra), lame' pants, and clear high heels. Her hair was done up and laced with gold ribbon, her nails were crimson, and her jewelry was flashy. She looked high-priced- -not like a hooker but like a fashion plate. Tanya would definitely get some attention.

There was lots of press around the hotel. Tanya hadn't been around professional sports and she was disconcerted by the crush of reporters, film crews, and paparazzi. But she put on a show for them, acting as if belonged there and had done it all before. She was definitely going to her picture in the mags- -no question.

She got the desk to buzz Marvon down to the lobby. He showed up looking like a GQ model, stylish but conservative. He had a limo waiting for them in the basement garage. The hotel security had made sure that there were no paparazzi there to annoy the guests but, as the limo pulled out of the garage, there was a lightning storm of camera flashes . Tanya felt fairly assured that the tinted windows kept their images concealed.

The limo driver managed to elude the trailing paparazzi. He knew all of the tricks, especially the one about driving by the local police station in advance of their trip and laying some "Benjamins" on the local traffic cops. They had a field day pulling over and ticketing the photographers. The cops got them for illegal lane changes, lane splitting, following too close, and just plain reckless driving. The paparazzi got the message and broke off the pursuit after a short while.

Once they were inside the limo, Tanya dispensed with the preliminaries and went right for Marvon's crotch. Showing no shame whatsoever, Tanya got him unzipped, freed his cock, and went down on him without saying a word. 

It didn't take long for Marvon to come. He shot his load right into Tanya's mouth and she gobbled it down like it was an appetizer- -which it turned out to be. Oh! That taste of artichokes--delicious!

"I've missed that." Tanya cooed dabbing mouth with tissue from her purse. "You, my man, are scrumptious!"

"I've missed that, too." Marvon was breathless. "How come so long 'no cum'?"

"I've been busy and so have you- -it looks like." Tanya was being matter of fact. "Without elaborating, I've been up to my tush in projects. And, you're playing football. I've kept track."

"Let's get some dinner and chat about that." Marvon knocked on the sliding window and the driver slid it open. "Chez-Chez- -you know the place."

They had a fabulous dinner at Chez-Chez. It was upscale, exclusive, and haute-cuisine. Tanya enjoyed every bit of her meal from the oysters to the artichoke hearts to the lobster to the crème broullet. Marvon skipped the appetizers and the salad but ate a more hearty filet- -super sized- -along with extra garlic potatoes and vegetables. 

They talked during and after dinner. Tanya found out more about Marvon. He was a high school phenom in football playing several positions- -on both sides of the ball. His college career was not stellar but good enough to get him selected in the a late round of the draft. He came into his own once he started getting paid for his play- -good money to start and then fabulous money after he proved himself. He had gotten married his first year in the league, had two children, fraternal twins- -a boy and a girl. Tragedy struck when his wife was killed by a drunk driver. The kids weren't in the car and so weren't hurt- -physically- -but the were understandably thrown for a loop. It fell to him and his nanny to break the news to them. He said it was the toughest thing he had to do in his life.

Marvon got out his wallet and showed Tanya a photo of his late wife. She was a strikingly beautiful black woman, glossy hair, bright eyes, full lips, and an incandescent smile. They had gotten along wonderfully. She hadn't been spoiled by the money or the notoriety and otherwise had no vices. 

Tanya spotted the picture that she had seen some months before of the two children and a Caucasian woman. She asked Marvon about that. He replied that the woman was the aforementioned nanny. She was devoted to the kids and stayed on lest her departure throw their lives into even more turmoil. Tanya sensed a note of affection in Marvon's voice as he recounted the loyalty of this domestic employee.

Tanya looked again at the picture. The nanny looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, fair complected, strawberry blonde hair, with a pretty face. From what Tanya could see, she was a little on the plump side but not unattractively so. The photograph captured the nanny's sense of pride, love, and protection that she surely had for her charges. A good woman, Tanya thought.

Tanya talked about herself and gave Marvon the run down on her life: mother recently passed away, college graduate, artist and fashion designer, theatrical stage designer, thirst for success. She didn't tell him about her wealth only about her plans. He seemed to be intensely interested in her future plans and she laid out her blueprint for him. 

She wanted to expand her fledgling line of clothing and accessories, develop collateral home decorating products, branded perfume and cosmetics, and put her mark on the entertainment scene with costuming and stage/set design. Marvon commented that this was ambitious; Tanya replied that there was nothing that couldn't be accomplished with ambition, a plan, and a penchant for hard work. She had all three.

They finished their meal and took the limo back toward the hotel. There weren't any paparazzi to be seen, nevertheless, Marvon made arrangements with the driver to drop Tanya off at another hotel and arrange for her to have a taxi-cab ferry her to the airport. Marvon made sure they both had each other's telephone numbers and addresses so that the gap in communications would be avoided in the future. 

Tanya had the feeling that this relationship might go somewhere but she was still faced with problem of breaking her sexuality to Marvon. She knew that she had to do it soon.

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Tanya was still living in her College Town apartment and it worked just fine for her- -for the time being. But she knew that she was going to have to upgrade her living quarters and it looked like she was going to have to relocate to the City.

She had plenty of contacts in College town and her relationship with her garment local garment company was becoming more and more financially rewarding but to grow her business- -her "brand", if you will- -would take require her to be closer the hub of the business and that meant the City. She started putting out feelers, had a couple of prospects, but didn't want to jump into anything.

She had gotten an advertising project doing artwork for a line of cosmetics. It was a small company with a particular point of view- -they wanted to be "au naturel" which meant no, or at least a minimum, of chemicals in their products. This wasn't exactly novel at the time but was outside of the cultural zeitgeist of the time. The 70's/80's eco-nuts had pretty much fallen by the wayside in favor of the burgeoning techno-nuts. Mother nature was out; chrome, glass and lacquer were in. The millennium was bearing down and that didn't include back to nature. Nevertheless, Tanya managed to develop a "fusion" theme to promote the products.

She reached back into the traditions of art nouveau and art deco but gave it her own tech flavor. Her models were straight out of Metropolis but edgier- -and sexier. She drew nudes that were almost pornographic but concealed enough of the essential body features to render them acceptable for publication in main stream media. She placed them in stylized, lush pastoral settings that overwhelmed one with a sense of warmth that only added to the beauty of the humanoid forms. They pulled the observer into the scene and instilled not just a sense of confidence and beauty but also a sensual comfort- -orgasmic. The writers added their text, "Everything old is new again". The campaign turned out to be a big hit. Tanya had made her mark in another arena.

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Mary showed up unannounced one day while Tanya was working on a second set of illustrations for the cosmetic company. Tanya was glad to see Mary as they had lost touch over the months but had not lost affection for her. Tanya showed Mary her preliminary sketches. Mary was impressed, though she tried to hide it by giving Tanya some "teacherly" advice on color values. Tanya took the advice for what it was worth- -nothing- -but thanked Mary nevertheless. Tanya knew that she was far beyond Mary in talent and execution but didn't want to antagonize this sweet person.

Mary filled Tanya in on her life. Mary and Germond had actually gotten married some months ago. The found that their personalities meshed completely, they had common artistic and aesthetic interests, and enjoyed an adventuresome sex life. Mary went both ways and so did Germond. They had cultivated a refined circle of friends with whom they shared genteel pursuits but also had developed a an alternative group of sexual partners. Needless to say, these two groups did not overlap.

It was the latter associations that had brought Mary to Tanya's door. Mary was looking for a way to further stimulate her and Germond's sex life. They had both experienced sex partners of both genders together, had some small orgies, and had run the gamut of "who's-doing-what-with-which-to-whom" experiments. But, for all of the variety, things were becoming a bit formulized. Mary needed some ideas.

Tanya thought for a moment and then said, "I think I've got something for you on this. It might take a week or two to set up but....trust me....I think we can swing this one for you ....no pun intended."

Two weeks later, Tanya had everything worked out.

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"Mary, follow my instructions carefully." Tanya was on the telephone with Mary, sounding conspiratorial. "I want you, Germond, and your partners to show up at this address Thursday night at 9:00 PM.....No, you don't need to bring anything.....Just show up.....bring a sexual appetite...."

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It was a warehouse in a light-industrial section of College Town. There was no nighttime activity in the area as Mary pulled her car in to the parking area beside the building next to a van that was marked Tanya's Tours. Mary, Germond, and their two friends Martin and Norma, got out of the car and walked up to the van- -there was no one inside- -and then walked over to the door of the building an knocked. Tanya was waiting for them and opened the door immediately.

The interior of the building was dimly lit. The arrivals could made out the high, girdered ceiling, and some partitions within but not much else. Tanya ushered them in and down an aisle way into what appeared to be an anteroom. There were several unmarked doors to exit the room- -none of them marked. Tanya opened the first door, invited Mary in and asked her to sit down and did the same with each of the others- -each in a separate room. Once she them ensconced in their respective chambers, she returned to the room containing Mary.

"Mary, I need you to take off your clothes, down to your skin, and put on this costume and when you've finished, read this...." Tanya handed Mary a sheaf of typewritten papers. "No questions now! Just do it! I'll come and get you in a few minutes."

Tanya in turn went into each of the rooms and repeated her instructions with each of the participants: Germond, a stocky, dark-haired, middle aged man- -not unattractive; Martin, a college-aged blonde haired hunk of a boy, easily six-feet two; and Norma, an exotic raven-tressed fox in her twenties, shapely with a prodigious bosom. 

Tanya changed her clothes, waited about fifteen minutes for the transformation to take place, and then returned to each room, carefully blindfolded each person and then each of them back into the anteroom. 

"O.K., I want you to form a 'chain'....take the hand of another person and follow me." Tanya grabbed Mary's left hand and placed in Germond's right hand; Germond's left hand into Norma's right and so forth. Tanya then took Mary's right hand and led the group out of the anteroom, down the aisle way to the rear of the building, and into a large room which was, as yet, still almost dark.

"Take off your blindfolds" Tanya instructed them. "Get ready. Remember your lines."

With that, Tanya backed away and switched on the lights- -brilliant lights.

What was revealed was a classroom set up complete with school desks, chairs, a teachers desk and lectern, a blackboard, and- -much to the group's surprise- -four video cameras each set up in each corner of the room. For good measure, Tanya stood there with an hand-held video camera which she was already using to record the surprise on each of their faces. It was classic!

Mary stood there dressed in clerical garb, clothed as a priest, with a male mask that covered the top half of her face; Germond was wearing a nun's habit complete with a starched coif and his half mask was feminine. Martin had on a school girl's pinafore with the half-mask of a little girl, complete with pigtails. Norma's half-mask was of a school boy and she wore short pants and a starched white shirt under which one could readily discern two ample breasts. Tanya had changed into her costume, a school janitor with a old-man half mask. 

They broke out in laughter at the sight of each other. Tanya was quick to intervene. 

"Please, ladies and gentlemen, we have a play to put on here. Your lines?"

Mary was the first to speak, addressing Germond: Sister Minutia! I am shocked...yes shocked...at your inability to maintain discipline in your class!

Germond: I am humbly sorry, Father Erectus. But I do have two of the most unruly creatures that were ever put on this earth. You must forgive me.

Norma: You can't blame me. It's ALL Pusella's fault. Just look at her! Why, she's disruptive just standing there.

Martin: That's not true. Dick stole my panties right off my bottom and I'm cold.

Germond: I don't care whose fault it is. You must be punished. Come here Pusella!

Martin walked over to Germond who hiked Martin's (Pusella's) dress up over Martin's bare buttocks.

Germond: Now, young lady, bend over and grab your ankles. 

Martin (Pusella) complied exposing his lily white rear-end to the coming punishment, and in the process also exposed his shaven, white schlong- -a six-incher, limp. As Martin bent over, one could clearly see from the back his testicles dangling in his scrotum below his hairless ass hole. 

Germond spanked Martin's ass with the yardstick, giving it several authoritative strokes. Germond was getting into the character with gusto.

Germond: There, that should put you in your place! And, YOU, mister Dick. You come over here right now.

Norma (Dick) getting into the part, abashedly sidled over to face Germond.

Germond: Now, young man, drop your pants. You're going to get a dose of the same.

Norma (Dick) undid her pants and let them slip to the floor revealing perfectly razored trimmed pubic hair covering her coin-slot vagina. Her ivory tummy just above was soft, smooth, and a bit rounded. She turned and waggled her butt at Germond (Sr. Minutia) just asking to be spanked. Germond obliged her with three sharp strokes of the yardstick which left faint red welts on Norma's bottom.

Mary: Sister Minutia! How can you dispense such punishment to your students without thinking that you will escape the lash. Pull up your skirts, woman. Do it now!

Germond obeyed. Hiking up his habit over his hips, he revealed his fleshy buttocks, thick thighs, and- -well- -small flaccid penis (by comparison with Martin's) that was concealed by a thick bush of black hair. Mary grabbed the yardstick from his hands and lashed out with it against his legs and butt. It looked to be a practiced technique -no doubt learned in her former profession. Germond flinched at each blow. On the recording on the hand-held camera, one could even hear a slight grunt of discomfort.

Germond: Father, I think we have learned our lesson. But have YOU learned YOURS?

With this, Germond (Sr. Minutia), Norma (Dick) and Martin (Pusella) approached Mary (Fr. Erectus) en masse'. They pushed Mary back to where her butt was against the teacher's desk and then forced her onto the desk top on her back. With all three working as one, they had Mary's pants off in no time at all.

Germond (Sr. Minutia) held Mary's (Fr. Erectus) right leg and Norma (Dick) held Mary's left leg and in concert they spread Mary's legs apart to expose her bushy vagina. Tanya moved in with the hand-held camera and took a close-up of Mary's delicious looking pussy. 




Taste of True Friendship Ch. 21



Martin (Pusella) stood between Mary's legs, bent forward, and commenced to go down on Mary's wide open vagina. His cunnilingus technique was superb. He used his tongue to part Mary's bush and separate her pussy lips. Then he used his mouth sucking on her moistening slot, probing more with his tongue until he found her clitoris. He placed his lips over it and gently sucked it into his mouth, released the pressure, and repeated the suction again- -and again- -and again.

Mary (Fr. Erectus) was squirming on her back, emitting muffled squeals of pleasure. Germond (Sr. Minutia) and Norma (Dick) each used their free hand to unbutton Mary's clerical vest and freed up her soft, white breasts. In tandem, they massaged and tweaked her boobs, and then- -as if receiving a signal to do so- -simultaneously each leaned down and took one of Mary's nipples into their respective mouths. As they sucked away, Martin (Pusella) worked Mary's pussy even more vigorously until it seemed that she was going to squirm herself off of the desk. But the held her down until she let go a long, low moan that culminated in a guttural cry- -a cry of orgasm. 

But they didn't stop. Norma (Dick) pulled her mouth off of Mary's breast and at the same time so did Germond (Sr. Minutia). Norma opened her shirt front to free up her large, round breasts and then leaned forward offering a nipple to Mary's mouth. Mary grasped onto it with her lips and immediately began to vigorously suck on it. Norma began to coo with pleasure at this.

Meanwhile, Martin (Pusella) had shed his pinafore and was standing there stark naked- -except for his mask- -massaging his white penis into an erection. He put his hands under Mary's hips and scooted her toward him to the edge of the desk and then thrust his cock into her slick vagina. Mary moaned again at this and her moaning increased in frequency and intensity as Martin worked his cock in and out of Mary's pussy.

Germond (Sr. Minutia) not to be left out, pulled up his habit over his head and cast it aside on the floor. He stood there also naked- -except for his mask- -stroking his cock until it got stiff. He then went behind Martin (Pusella) and spread Martin's butt cheeks apart, lubricated Martin's ass hole with some saliva, and unceremoniously plunged his cock directly in to Martin's rectum. This caused Martin to start which caused him to ram his cock even deeper into Mary's pussy. Mary moaned, Martin grunted, and Germond sighed a loud "AHHHH". 

The four off them were doing a stationary dance: Mary had Norma's breast in her hands forcing it against her lips; Norma was masturbating her own pussy; Martin was fucking Mary, and Germond was reaming Martin's ass hole with his cock. The foursome undulated in time to some unheard music. Tanya couldn't help but think of the old Sam Cooke song, "Working on the Chain Gang"- -the rhythm and tempo were about right.

While all of this was going on, Tanya knew that the four stationary cameras were taking in the basic action but she was making liberal use of her hand-held video camera getting all sorts of angled and close-up shots- -zoom in, zoom out, pan up, pan down, pan across- -she didn't miss anything.

Finally, after what seemed to be an almost endless time, Germond pulled his cock out of Martin's (Pusella's) rear-end and shot his load all over Martin's white ass. Martin then (Pusella) pulled his cock out of Mary's (Fr. Erectus') pussy and shot his load all over her soft white tummy. Mary let go of Norma's (Dick's) breast as Norma moved down to lick Martin's cum off of Mary's abdomen while at the same time Germond licked his own cum off of Martin's butt. 

"This is a Grand Slam!" Tanya thought "I couldn't have planned this any better."

Then happened an ad-lib that Tanya hadn't anticipated. All four "actors" got completely naked. They left their masks on but were otherwise without a stitch. Tanya captured this maneuver on the hand-held but then captured something else. The foursome descended on Tanya en masse'. It looked strange in the lens, these four figures getting larger and larger until the filled the entire picture. There was a wobbling of the video and then it went blank.

Leaving Tanya's mask in place, they stripped Tanya's clothes off of her and laid her out on the desk. Norma got up on the desk and knelt astride Tanya's face and lowered her pussy onto Tanya's mouth. Tanya obliged by immediately commencing cunnilingus on Norma. Martin assumed the same relative position with Tanya that he had with Mary, that is, between Tanya's legs, and enthusiastically started going down on Tanya's now stiff penis. Martin swallowed Tanya's cock all of the way down his throat and worked the shaft in and out using both his hands his lips, and his tongue. 

Tanya hadn't planned on this bonus activity but she thoroughly enjoyed it. Norma had a soft, sensitive pussy which, despite its "coin slot" appearance was ample in size. It accommodated Tany's tongue with room to spare. On top of this, Norma's vagina was more than moist, it was absolutely dripping with tasty, warm female liquids. Tanya took them in eagerly, actually slurping them into her mouth. The hotter Norma got, the hornier Tanya got. Finally, Norma let loose a gush of fluid that filled Tanya's mouth and ran over her cheeks onto the desk. This was accompanied by Norma's yummy orgasmic sounds. Tanya knew that it was time for her to come too. She let loose her load into Martin's waiting mouth. Not a drop escaped Martin's lips as he gobbled down every last bit of Tanya's cum. He licked Tanya's cock like a popsicle stick. 

While all of this was going on, Mary and Germond had found a nice spot on the floor using the discarded costumes as a makeshift futon. They were engaged in a "sixty-nine", Mary on the bottom and Germond on the top, eagerly consuming each other's sex organs. Mary was having a continuation of her earlier orgasm and Germond was getting ready to shoot his second load of the night into Mary's mouth. 

Tanya quickly retrieved the hand-held camera to record this finale'. Her timing was perfect. She got Mary arching her back off of the floor and thrusting her hips against Germond's face and got Germond's cock as it oozed semen into Mary's mouth and onto her chin. 

Everyone then composed themselves and began to head back to their dressing rooms to clean up and get dressed. As they all walked out of the makeshift classroom, Tanya brought up the rear taking the last shots of four naked backsides. Again, a classic shot!

The whole session had lasted only a couple of hours but it delivered a memorable experience for all of them- -one that would be remembered, especially since Tanya had gotten it all on videotape!

About two weeks later, they all got together again at Tanya's apartment. They got naked and sat around on the floor watching the videotape of their performances that Tanya had edited from the raw footage from the four stationary cameras and the one hand-held camera. 

The replay was interspersed with sex play. Norma duplicated her cunnilingus with Tanya, for which Tanya was grateful - -she loved Norma's flavors. Germond sucked Martin's cock while Martin ate Mary's pussy. All of them shared a little in sucking Tanya's cock. There was some cum sharing between Mary and Norma when Tanya finally came in Mary's mouth. 

They joked that they wished that session was on camera too. Little did they know but Tanya did record it on the hidden video cameras that were now a fixture in her apartment. One could never know when something like that could be useful- -for pleasure, if nothing else- -or .....otherwise.

Tanya pitched the idea that they try to market the staged sex session as an adult video. After all, the footage was certainly sexy enough and, with the masks being worn, nobody was really identifiable. They took a vote: Germond and Mary were against the idea and Tanya, Norma, and Martin were for it. They looked at the tape again and that satisfied Germond and Mary that their identities couldn't be guessed so they changed their votes. It was settled: the Tanya would see what she could do to get the tape on the market.

Tanya had added a new notch to her professional belt- -Porn Star/Producer.

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To Be Continued

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