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Crossing Over

By: SingerBabe



Nicole and I didn't know each other long before it happened. She started working in the office about a year ago, temping in the afternoon. I didn't really get to know her until the firm hired her full time over the summer. It turned out we hit it off pretty good from the start when she mentioned she was thinking of going walking around the lake at lunch, but hated the idea of going by herself. I told her I'd join her, since I could stand to lose about twenty pounds myself, and that was pretty much it. We took lunch together almost every day from that point. Like me she was in her mid thirties, married, liked the same movies, music, and all that stuff. I have a four year old, she has a girl, 8, and a boy, 3. We're both married, but she's separated right now. The one thing you notice about Nicole right away is her big tits. I mean, they're huge. I'm a 36c myself and I feel blessed, but Nicole is easily 38d. The first time she took off her coat when she was temping, my eyes damn near popped out of my head. Mine, and just about everyone else in the office – Dave included, and he's gay. She always wears tight sweaters – definitely not self-conscious about her body, unlike me. I hate being leered at.

So anyway, this one night, we were out together at the bar. It was supposed to be just for happy hour, but then, it never is "just for happy hour." We'd been drinking for a few hours, buzzed, but not drunk, and I forget what we'd been talking about, but she just suddenly said, "I gotta tell you, I'm so fucking horny this week."

"Oh yeah?"

"I got done with my period on Monday, and I don't know, lately it just makes me fucking horny."

"You should get laid then," I said. "What about that guy over there?" I pointed to this huge fat guy with a bad combover looking up at the ballgame on the TV over the bar.

"Whatever!" she said. "You couldn't pay me enough."

"I thought you were horny."

"Never that horny. Y'know, to tell you the truth, I'm off men right now. I get so sick of their bullshit."

"You need a dildo."

"Jesus, I've got one. Oh my God, it's like about a foot long or something. He's my little buddy."

"First thing you do when you get back is take him out and go to town," I said.

She took a huge gulp of beer and sat quiet for a minute. I didn't say anything. I was feeling a bit horny myself, since she'd brought the subject up. All I was thinking of was getting home and sliding down Joe's big pole. I looked at the clock. Nicole spoke again.

"You know, seriously, I'm at the point where I need somebody. A warm body. I use that goddam dildo about every other night, but it's not the same."

"Yeah, I know. I've used one before."

"But I don't want to get into a relationship right now, and I don't want to just pick some guy up at a bar."

"That's a tough one then." I smiled. "Maybe you need a cold shower." 

"Gee, thanks for being so understanding," she said, and I knew that I had killed the conversation. We finished our beers pretty quietly after that, and it was time to go. Turns out we live a few blocks away from each other, so we carpool, alternating between each others' cars. That night, I was driving. We walked out to the car, got in, buckled, and left the parking lot. 

"Hey," I said, "about what I said in the bar back there, I'm sorry. I was just trying to be funny."

Nicole laughed a little, "Nah, don't be. I'm sorry for feeling all sorry for myself. Here we are out for a few drinks, and all I can think of is sucking some guy's cock. Any guy's cock. Well, ok, not ANY guy's cock."

"Alright, let me ask you a question," I said.

"Sure." She turned on the seat to look at me.

"Do you swallow?" I asked. We both laughed.

"What d'you think?"

"I think you do. You look like a swallower."

"What the fuck does a swallower look like?"

"Like you," I said. We laughed again. It was good to hear her happy again. I felt bad for her in the bar, because I know that since she broke up with that guy from the office upstairs she's been lonely, even though she hasn't come right out and said it.

After that we just talked about tv, mainly Friends and 24. Oh my God, I'm so hot for Keifer I can't stand it. Ever since The Lost Boys.

I pulled into her complex and parked close to the front door. "See you in the morning," I said. "Are you driving, or am I?"

"My car needs to go into the shop in the morning. Can you follow me so I can drop it off?"

"No problem." I shifted into reverse while she unbuckled. "Have a good night."

"Oh shit, that DVD you lent me. I'm done with it if you want to come up and get it."

"You can bring it tomorrow if you like."

"It's right upstairs. I'll go get it right now, or I'll forget it tomorrow." She opened her door. "Want to come up or wait here?"

The parking lot was pretty dark where I'd parked, so I thought, Better safe than sorry, and said, "I'll come up with you."

A few minutes later we were in her apartment. She went into the living room and began turning the place over looking for the movie. "Aha," she said, holding it up. "Got it."

"Thanks. Right then," I said. "See you in the morning."

"Okay." 

She walked me to the door, but just as I reached for the handle, she sighed, and said, "Look. I really want to tell you something, and I'm drunk, so why not? I'll probably hate myself in the morning –"

"Don't be silly. What is it?"

"You think I'm attractive, right? I mean, I'm not a bad looking chick?"

"Nah, you're, you know, you're cute."

"And we're buddies, right?" I nodded. "So no matter what I tell you, you'll just laugh it off and realizing I'm just being a dummy?"

I nodded again. "What are friends for?" I asked. "What's on your mind?"

She gulped, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Finally, she said, "Okay, I'll just come out and say it: the first time I saw you, I thought you were pretty hot, so would you ever want to have really nasty lesbian sex with me some time?"

"What?" I said. "You're kidding, right?" I felt as if there was probably a camera somewhere, or that she had some friends hiding around the corner just waiting to jump out and laugh at me. "Tell me you're messing with me. Nicole?"

"I'm not messing with you. I'm attracted to you, what can I say?"

"This is fucked up. You're kidding, right?"

"I shouldn't have said anything," she said. "Look, I'm drunk and I'm acting stupid. Forget I said anything, okay."

"Are you gonna be okay?" I asked. 

"I'll be fine. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"Okay," I said, opened the door, and left, closed it behind me. As I walked out to the car, I began thinking. I had pretty much accepted that she was serious, and that she really did want to fuck me – she seemed way too embarrassed after telling me for it to be a joke – but I hadn't exactly been outraged by it. I can't say I've ever been attracted to another woman in my life – really, sexually attracted, I mean – but Nicole is pretty cute. I shook my head. No way! This was crazy. I got into the car and started out of the parking lot. She was drunk, I told myself. Drunk, horny, and lonely. Like a straight guy who turns into a prison fag, I guess. I got to the end of the street and slowed down at the stop sign. But she said she thought I was hot from the get-go, I remembered, so did that mean she was checking me out all this time? I thought about being in the same room as her, bending over to get files. I wondered if she ever looked down my shirt when I wasn't looking. Crazy! But then I remembered the times when I'd looked at her, thinking she was cute and had a nice body. I found myself turning the car around and heading back to Nicole's complex. She was probably going nuts with embarrassment.

I parked in the same spot and went in the building, upstairs to her apartment. My heart was thudding as I knocked the door.

"Hey!" she said.

"Look, I just wanted to tell you –"

"No, it's okay. I'm really sorry. It was just that the booze, and –"

"It's cool," I told her. "Really. Actually, I came back to tell you that I'm sorry for overreacting."

"I'm the one who should be sorry. I feel so stupid."

I closed the door behind me and followed her into the living room, all the time thinking, What the Hell am I doing here? Was I trying to make something happen? I didn't have any idea.

"I was going to make some coffee," Nicole said. "D'you want some?"

"Sure. Let me call Joe and tell him where I am."

I watched her disappear into the kitchen as I picked up the phone and dialled. Joe picked up. "Hey, it's me," I said.

"Whatcha up to?" I could hear the ballgame on in the background, and the voices of Pete and Dan, his buddies.

"I'm over at Nicole's. We might watch a movie or something since you guys are watching the ballgame."

"No problem, Sweetie. See you later."

"Bye babe," I told him, and hung up, thinking, Did I just set up an alibi for myself? My head was spinning. Did I really go back there because I wanted to fuck my best friend? I knew I could just leave, just say goodbye and take off for home, and in a couple of weeks, whatever had been said would be another memory that we could laugh at. Or, I could stay and see what was going to happen. I sat down and picked up the remote, flicked through the channels without seeing what was on. Nicole came in with two cups. I knew what was in them: black, two sugars for her, white, not sugar for me. "Thanks," I said. I sat back, cradling it in my hands and blowing the steam away.

"Did you tell Joe you wanted to watch a movie over here?"

"He's watching the ballgame with some buddies. I don't really feel like going back there right now."

"I feel like I ruined your night," she said, glumly.

I put down the cup. Get to the point, I told myself. "Look, what did you think was going to happen? I mean, that's not something you just tell your friend every day and just expect them to forget."

"I don't know. I guess I was hoping you felt the same way about me that I do about you."

"And what's that?"

"God, this is too embarrassing."

"It's okay," I told her. "Just tell me. Od, you've already told me you want to have sex with me, you might as well tell me why."

She put her cup down too and paused for a second. "Because you're kind, and you're caring. I haven't been with anyone like that for a long time. Sometimes, when I'm in bed, I think about you being next to me, touching my body, kissing me. Holding me gently. I've missed that part of a relationship. Are you disgusted or anything?"

"If I was, I wouldn't be here," I told her. "I'll be honest, okay? I don't really know why I came back. I don't know if it was to tell you that you shouldn't be embarrassed, and that we're still friends, or –"

"Or what?"

"Or if I'd come back here and you'd hit on me."

"What would you do if I did?"

"I don't know yet."

Nicole came and sat close by me. I felt frozen as she put her hand on my thigh. "I've never been with another woman before, just so you know. You're the first woman I've ever felt this way about." 

I didn't move her hand away. I could barely feel it. God, I was suddenly so nervous. I almost got up and ran for the door, but I didn't. We just sat there for a few minutes, not talking. It was getting pretty uncomfortable, with no-one making any sort of move. Eventually, Nicole stood up and pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her pants, and started unbuttoning it. "If you're going to leave, you better do it now," she said. "While I still have my shirt on." I just sat watching her remove her blouse, and there were her breasts, big and full, squeezed into her bra. They bulged out from the cups. She sat by me again. "Good," she said. "I'm glad you stayed."

"You know," I said, "Sex changes everything. What's it going to be like at work from now on?"

"I don't know. It might be okay … as long as you're doing what you want to do." She leaned forward and put her hand on my chest, cupped my left breast. I felt ripples of pleasure go through me and arched my back, pushing myself up to give her more of a handful. I looked down at her tits; they were pressed together the way she was sitting, and her cleavage was spectacular. I sat up, and turned to face her, and took her breasts in my hands as she reached around to unhook her bra. "That feels good," she said, as I slowly began massaging them. She took the straps off her shoulders, so that it was just my hands that were holding her bra up. I let it drop in her lap and then, suddenly, I had her naked breasts in my hands, pushing them together, squeezing them, lifting them, feeling their weight. Her nipples were big and round, erect. I rubbed my thumbs over them, gently, making them harder. I loved how they felt to me. "Suck my tits," she whispered to me. I smiled at her and said, "Okay" silently. I lowered my head to her left breast, lifting it up to my mouth, and licked her nipple. Nicole moaned and her hand went on my back. I put her whole nipple in my mouth and sucked on it, first soft, but then harder and harder. I couldn't hold back any more; I didn't want to. I wanted to be naked with her, to lie with her, my mouth sucking on her big tits, and hers on mine.

After a few minutes, I sat up and let her lift my sweater up over my head while I unhooked my own bra and tossed it on the floor. She took my breasts in her hands and I leaned back into the couch while she returned what I'd given her. I watched her play with them gently, pressing my tits against the sides of her face. She sucked my tits for a few minutes, looking up at me, making me watch what she was doing to me. It felt great. I liked the way she sucked and licked my nipples, but I especially liked the way she looked at me when she did. It seemed even sexier that way.

"You have nice tits," Nicole said. "I always wondered what they'd look like."

"You have great tits, too. God, when you took your shirt off, it looked so hot."

"Are you okay with this?"

"I am now."

When she put her lips on mine, I didn't resist. I opened my mouth up to her and felt her tongue slip in. I let it in deeper and deeper as she pressed her body into mine, our naked breasts pressing against each other. I was so turned on by the feel of her tits on mine. I reached down and held hers against me as we made out like crazy. After a few minutes, she stood up and undid her pants, kicked them off and stood there in her white Hanes Her Ways. "Do you want to take my panties off?" she asked me. 


"Sure," I said. I got down on my knees in front of her, and pulled her panties off, down past her hairy bush, and tossed them aside when she stepped out of them. "You have a nice pussy," I said. I wasn't just saying that: it was nice. It was trimmed, but not too much. When I ran my fingers through her bush, it was still thick. I kissed her tummy, down below her belly button, then pressed little kisses all the way down to her bush, where I rubbed my face across her hair. I looked up at Nicole, who was playing with her tits, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. That was so sexy. I kept my eyes on her as I went further down to her pussy lips. When I kissed them they were damp. I felt the heat coming from her. It was driving me wild. Nicole opened her legs and I just had to look down at her pussy then. Her clit was swollen with desire, open, like a little pink flower. I licked it a little, and Nicole moaned in pleasure, forced her hips up a little toward my face. I licked harder, flicking my tongue all over her clit – around it, inside it. She tasted great, and boy, was she wet. 

"That feel good?" I asked her. She looked down at me with her big, sexy eyes and nodded. She didn't want me to stop. So I didn't. I spread her legs further apart and buried my face in her wet, hairy pussy, licking her, sucking her clit into my mouth, sticking my tongue inside her. After a few minutes of that, she pulled her legs back and said to me, "Lick my ass."

At first I wasn't sure about that – I've never went near Joe's butthole before, but Nicole's was hot. It wasn't all hairy, like Joe's asshole. I figured, What the hell, and flicked my tongue across her tight little puckered hole. Nicole went wild. This was really turning her on! I wanted to please her in the worst way, so I kept licking and licking until the only thing left to do was tongue-fuck her ass. I made my tongue stiff and poked it in her ass. It went in as far as I could push it, then I drew it out slowly before ramming her again and again. By this time she was rubbing her own clit. I watched her rub faster and faster. I wanted her to cum while I was eating her ass. I fucked her faster, and pushed my tongue deeper and deeper until finally, her whole body quivered and she came pretty hard. "Wow," she said.

"Man, that sounded pretty good," I said.

She got up off the couch and we knelt on the floor kissing. I made sure I french kissed her deep so she could taste how naughty I'd been. "Your turn," Nicole said. I couldn't wait to get naked and lie back on the couch, so the rest of my clothes were off in a flash. I lay back with my legs wide open and Nicole sat between them, taking my tits in her hands and rubbing her face over them, sucking them again before moving down to my pussy. I like to trim my pussy close, so I could see almost all of her face as she started eating me out. It felt incredible, and I was turned on even more knowing it was this incredibly sexy woman who was doing it to me. I took my big tits in my hands and played with them, feeling their weight as I looked down into her eyes. She stopped licking me for a second and said, "I want to tell you something, but I don't want you to be mad at me," she said. I told her not to be silly. "Okay … I think about fucking Joe sometimes. Are you pissed off?"

"No," I said. I thought it was a pretty hot thought. "What do you think about?"

She licked my cunt a couple of times before saying, "I think about meeting him somewhere, like in a hotel or something, and he takes off my shirt and starts sucking my tits." I thought that Joe would love Nicole's beautiful big tits – I'm sure he's looked at her before, because you can't miss her. "Like if you were at home or something, and you didn't know he was with me. I'd unzip his pants and take his cock out and get down on my knees in front of him and start licking the head. Putting it in my mouth until his cock got rock hard. Then I'd open my mouth wider and take all of his cock in my mouth. I'd look up at him as his cock filled my mouth all the way to the back of my throat."

"That would be really hot to watch," I said. "I bet you can really suck cock." I imagined watching Joe standing there with his fully hard cock sliding in and out of Nicole's mouth as she sucked on it. My pussy tingled thinking about that.

"I love to suck big cocks. I bet Joe's got a big cock."

"He has a huge cock," I told her. "You'd really like it."

"I bet I would. I'd suck his big cock for ages, and he'd be looking down at me doing it. I bet that would make his cock hard as a rock." I nodded, and Nicole started licking my pussy harder and faster. I felt as if I was going to cum any second. I opened my legs wider and Nicole's tongue fucked my wet cunt harder and harder as I reached down to rub my clit. "Cum on my face," Nicole said.

"Yeah," I hissed at her. "I'll cum all over your face. Lick my pussy." She was driving me nuts. I rubbed my clit thinking of Nicole sucking hard on Joe's big cock, of her looking up at him with her sexy eyes while she rode his pole with her mouth. It was turning me on so much I couldn't hold it back any longer. I felt it start in my toes, then it went up the inside of my thighs to my clit. "Jesus!" I cried out. I could feel my cum just oozing out of me, all over Nicole's face. She licked me slower, bringing me down, and when it was done, I lay back and she climbed on top of me and we kissed deeply. The taste of my cunt was on her face. I licked it off and our bodies pressed against each other. 


Crossing Over



The door swung open surprisingly easy for its mass. Heavy ornate carvings and scrolling on the solid cherry, the colors of the leaded stained glass muted by the darkness on the other side, a stark contrast to the brightness of the lobby. Stepping through, I hoped my eyes adjusted quickly, not wanting to trip and look like a fool as I made my way towards the bar.

Slipping onto a padded stool, I tried to casually look around, when in reality it felt as if a thousand sand crabs were clawing their way up and down my spine. A million 'what-ifs' raced through my mind, again. I searched the room, peering into the darkened corners, the purposely barely lit booths.

There she was, in a booth on the other side, her back to the wall. Her face lit like a cherub in the flickering candlelight, more beautiful than her picture suggested. I searched her face, her eyes, looking for telltale signs. As I knew she was of me.

We had met innocently enough, neither looking for another, in an online game room. We shared table conversation about this and that, the topic of the day, other players. We found we shared many interests, many hobbies, and many enjoyments. We became friends. Then we became online lovers.

This surprised both of us, as neither had wants nor needs. Both happily married, more or less. But it did happen, to both of our great joy and pleasure. As time progressed, we discovered that not only were we lovers, but that we were in love too. Needs grew. Wants grew. Desires grew, and the passion became overwhelmingly intense. We knew we were heading towards the inevitable, about to enter possibly dangerous territory. Finally, we both agreed, it was time.

We left ourselves many 'outs'. A town unfamiliar to both. This meeting here at the bar, without direct approach. We arranged for many opportunities to call it off. If either of us chickened out, we could just walk out without a word. If either of us decided it was not yet time, we would sit here, content with just talk. I was ready to progress to the next level, all I needed was a sign.

Looking over to her, I was pleased to see her still here, a good sign, as was her nervous smile. I breathed easier, the pins and needles in the barstool retracting noticeably. I smiled back with relief.

Disturbed by a sound, I turned to see the bartender place a snifter of brandy in front of me. He nodded in her direction. I was accepted! I instructed him to deliver a glass of wine to her, my response. He brought it to her, replacing her already empty glass. She smiled in her own relief, knowing my intent to continue.

She drank quickly, our eyes never leaving the other. I sipped my brandy a bit, and then gulped the last half. I watched her drain the last of hers. Was she as nervous as I? Was she still filled with as much desire as I? It was time to find out.

Putting down my empty glass, along with a generous tip, I got up and strolled out the door. My senses so aroused, the brightness of the lobby almost blinding in comparison. I made my way to the elevators, not too fast, not too slow. Not looking back to see if she was still here, following.

I had taken a penthouse suite. If all else failed, at least I'd have a comfortable weekend, alone. The doors opened, and I slipped into the elevator car, moving to the back. Turning, I saw two other couples enter. Then she stepped in and flowed through to the back of the car. She was dressed in a cotton sundress and sandals, the dress cut to mid-thigh, not too low in the cleavage, but low cut under her arms. She also had on a short bolero style jacket, and her hair in a ponytail.

She looked absolutely delicious, and I took note that the others in the elevator noticed her too. We pretended not to know each other.

The car stopped at the second floor, then the third, each time letting on one or two people, presumably heading to the fancy restaurant also on the top floor. As the car filled, people stepped back to let others on, she slipped in front of me. Leaning forward, I could smell her perfume. The scent of her shampoo. Were the little goose bumps on the back of her neck from anticipation, or from the heat of my breath on her neck?

As is common in elevators, the silence was broken by the sounds of soft music. Being in the back left corner, I placed my left hand on her hip. She leaned back into me. My hand slipped up her side, until I felt the delicate softness of her skin in the deep opening of her sundress under her arm. Softly, slowly, my hand slipped forward, the movements concealed by her jacket, to cup her left breast. Her nipple was rock hard as my thumb floated over and around it. She pressed back to me, her right hand reached back to clench my jeans at my thigh, feeling my bulge against the small of her back.

Fifth floor, four more to go on this slow ride. I slipped my hand off her breast, sliding down her side, gliding over her hip, my fingertips barely there as I came to a stop on her thigh. My fingers started clawing her sundress up, inch by tantalizing inch. I glanced around the packed car; no one seemed to notice. Feeling the silky smoothness of her thigh, my fingers slipped forward. She pressed back harder, almost imperceptibly grinding her ass to my crotch. My fingers traced over her lacey panties, to her mons pubis, already damp. I felt her shudder against me, letting go a barely audible gasp. She was as much on edge as I was.

The elevator stopped, the doors opening. Lost in our own world, we almost didn't notice that we had reached the top floor. Quickly I removed my hand, straightening her dress before the crowd of people flowed out of the car. 

In keeping with our plan, she walked to the entrance to the restaurant, pretending to read the posted menu, as I headed down the hallway to our suite. As I slid the card into the lock, I turned back to see her walking rapidly towards me, her full breasts bouncing with her stride. I slipped into the vestibule, holding the door open. The fifteen odd seconds it took her to reach the door seemed like an eternity. 

She entered, stopping to search the room. I closed the door, and she turned to see me. Time stood still as we looked into each other's eyes. All the online and telephone conversations, teasing, and lovemaking, building for months in a crescendo of boiling lust and desires finally coming to fruition.

She plunged into my arms, driving me against the door. We kissed, for the first time, madly, passionately. Our hands simultaneously pulling our bodies together as if to meld into one. Our lips devoured each other, the floodgates of our desires released. I pushed her bolero jacket off her shoulders, fighting to slide it down her arms as she franticly tried to unbutton my shirt. Biting and kissing my way down her neck to her shoulder, my right hand assisting her grinding against my thigh. I kneaded her right breast with my left hand, as she pulled my shirt free of my jeans, her nipple hard through the soft cotton of her sundress.

Releasing her breast, I pulled her face to mine, our tongues assailing each other's. I felt her hands unbuckle my belt, then the button on my jeans. She ripped the zipper down, intent on releasing me as quickly as possible. I pushed her back, I needed to cool off. The months of pent up passions and lust had me too close, I was ready to explode, and I wanted this to last. But she was not to be denied.

She grabbed my shirt, pulling herself to my chest. Leaning into me, she took my nipple into her mouth, sucking and biting it as her hands pushed my jeans over my hips. She grabbed my cock in a death grip, throbbing in the heat of her hand. She looked up at me, her green eyes glazed with lust, before dropping quickly to her knees. 

Without hesitation, she drove me deep into her mouth. I pushed my arms out to steady myself against the walls, my knees giving out to the intensity. The heat of her mouth matched only by the heat of my cock. She sucked once hard, then reached behind me to grab onto my ass, and plunged me all the way into her throat. I felt her throat muscles grab onto me, as she closed her eyes tight and shuddered in orgasm. I lost it. Screaming through clenched teeth I exploded, pulsing hot cum into her throat as her muscles milked me.

I held onto the walls for support, as she voraciously cleaned me with her tongue, pumping me with her hand to get every drop. Finally, my toes uncurled and I regained my senses. Reaching down, I pulled her up, her body dragging along mine. Leaning in, I kissed her deeply, my fingers caressing her face. Releasing her lips, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I set her on the edge of the bed, sitting with her feet on the floor.

Dropping to my knees, I pulled her to me, giving her a deep, sensual kiss, as my hands slid up and down her back. To her neck, and through her hair. She leaned her head back as I began kissing and nibbling my way down her throat. Lower, to her chest. Lower, to her cleavage. As I pulled the knot out that held up the front of her sundress. She leaned back on her hands as the front of her sundress slid down, revealing her full firm breasts.

Cupping her breasts in my hands, I blew across her left nipple, watching in amazement as little goose bumps formed around it. I teased her with the tip of my tongue around her nipple, circling lightly, spiraling inward until I was rimming her nipple. I sucked it gently into my mouth, allowing slight pressure as her nipple dragged across my teeth. She arched her back, as I began to flick the tip of my tongue on her nipple. I started sucking her nipple in and out of my mouth, my tongue continuously flicking across it, as she arched further to press her breast to my face. She moaned deeply in approval.

I let her nipple slip from my lips, as my tongue slid down her breast to her cleavage, then up the side of her right breast to her nipple. I ran the tip of my tongue lightly across her nipple, then again as it hardened. I held her nipple in my teeth as I began to assail her nipple with my tongue from every direction. I left her nipple with one last lick, then proceeded to nibble my way down her breast, with soft nips to the tender underside. Down her stomach. She lifted her hips as I pulled her sundress from her, tossing it to the bed, along with her lacey panties.

I looked into her eyes, filled with love and desire, before dropping my head, my long hair falling across her belly. I moved my head so my hair flowed across her crotch, then down her leg, turning to let it drag up the inside of her leg. Turning the corner to let it flow down her other leg, and back up again. I began to tease her hairless crotch, letting my hair lightly drag across her pussy lips, up and down, and up and down, until my hair began to glisten with her juices.

Slipping my arms under her thighs, my hands on her hips, I leaned forward, until she could feel the heat of my breath on her pussy lips. I inhaled deeply, absorbing her scent. Leaning in further, I let my tongue flow slowly across her lips, tasting her. She tasted delicious. Again my tongue floated the length of her lips, to end at her clit. The tip of my tongue began to circle her clit, around and around slowly. I could feel it plump and harden against my tongue.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, letting my tongue flick across it in every direction. I began sucking her clit in and out, letting it drag across my teeth gently as I did. Her hands went to the back of my head, her fingers entwining themselves in my hair, as I sucked faster. Her fingernails began to dig into my scalp as I sucked her in and out faster. And harder. And faster, as her body began to quiver. Suddenly she pulled me tight in a death grip to her silky lips and shook violently in orgasm as my tongue continued to assail her clit.

Finally relaxing her grip, I began kissing and licking my way up her body, my face and throat covered in her juices. Kneeling, I pulled her to a sitting position and kissed her sensually, slowly. Our needs for instant gratification satiated, we finished undressing each other slowly, savoring each others touch.

Pulling ourselves onto the bed, we laid, embracing tightly. This would be the first weekend of the rest of our lives.



Crossing Over Another Generation



"I'm being led to a tight knit family group in this area over here," John Edward stepped forward rather forcefully to center himself on the stage in front of the stage right site of the gallery. Kathryn held her breath as the famous television medium rubbed his hands briskly together, and stared right at her. "Somebody over here has an older male figure who was noted for his silver white hair?"

Although she was as eager as anyone in the gallery to see if a loved one would come through, Kathryn fought back the impulse to raise her hand. Her father's hair had gone gray in his thirties and had turned silver by the time he hit his late forties. A person way off to the other side responded, but John Edward shook his head. "No, I'm definitely being drawn up in here." He gestured and pointed to the section where Kathryn, a striking woman in her mid thirties, and her eighteen year old son were sitting "Who among you has the K or C name--like Karen or Cathy?"

"Mom, speak up!" Rocky grabbed her arm tightly. "He's got to be talking about you. Say something."

Prompted like that, Kathryn spoke up. "Me! Umm...Kathryn."

"Do you know the older male who died of heart failure?"

"Yes." Do I ever.

"This person would be somebody above you--like a father, uncle, or grandfather who suddenly passed from heart attack." Although John Edward stared directly at Kathryn as he spoke, his speech provided just enough prompting for her high school senior son, Rocky, to stage whisper an excited: "He did it!" Again John kept his eyes glued to Kathryn. He gave her that look she'd seen dozens of times before from men everywhere. The sweet look that said she certainly didn't look old enough to have a grown son, and would she mind very much if a person she'd just met tried to make another baby with her. Kathryn was used to that sort of scrutiny, but her comfort level continued to sink as the famous television medium scrutinized her in a very different manner. "They're telling me this person has a B-R name like Brian or Barry."

Kathryn had difficulty finding her voice. The best she manage to do was to clear her throat. But Rocky was ecstatic. "Mom, it's got to be Grandpa!" Kathryn kept her eyes rivited on John Edward who suddenly looked puzzled.

"Wait a moment, now he's showing me a picture of Maverick."

Rocky laughed. "Grandpa's first name was Bret!" he shouted out. Obviously John Edward had made a solid connection with Rocky. But he kept his focus on Kathryn. She'd worn a soft baby blue cashmere sweater and blended cotton suit ensemble that clung to her every curve as if each of the fibres in the garments were of male gender. Needless to say her conservative outfit attracted an enormous amount of attention to Kathryn's natural feminine gifts.

"I'm definitely with you two." Smiling, once again John looked at Kathryn perching uncomfortably forward in her seat. As she brought her arms forward, her cashmere sweater softly accentuated the abundant endowment of her prominent breasts. She usually reminded the people who saw her of a plumper version of Melanie Griffith. Kathryn could tell that even though John Edward saw what other men, he also saw deeper truths. "Would this be your father?"

"Yes," Kathryn said. All six foot-one inch, one hundred sixty pounds, single-minded and heart as hard as nails--Daddy.

"He's making a reference to another Bret. Like Bret junior."

"My son is Bret, too," Kathryn answered. She reached over and patted her son's thigh. "What I mean is, he's Bret the second."

"He's making me see Bullwinkle the Moose?"

"Oh, wow!" her son cried out. The validation of John's reading screamed out through Rocky's interjected cry."

"To keep everyone from getting confused Dad always called my Bret...," Kathryn gestured to her son. "...Rocky!" Now the rest of the studio audience broke into laughter.

"Well, that certainly clears that up." John paused. "Has your biological mother passed too?"

"Yes." Kathryn's blue eyes misted, and she bit down on her lower lip.

"Long time passed, right? I'm seeing like twenty years."

"Almost nineteen years."

"She says that she was there to meet your father when he crossed. Did the two of them have some difficulties in their marriage toward the end of her life? They're showing me a sign of reconciliation between them that probably couldn't have happened while she was alive."

Mother wouldn't have allowed any reconciliation with Dad or me while she was still alive. When she died, she was a bitter and tortured person who felt totally abandoned and cheated by the man she loved. Dad wouldn't forgive her for giving him a daughter first, and then losing her ability to bear more children. While she could never forgive the two of us for trying to give Dad a son by any means possible. 

Kathryn drew in a deep breath and held it. Rocky reached up and grabbed his mother's arm, placing his long fingers around her soft fleshy bicep. He squeezed her arm tightly, possessively, until she slowly began to breath regularly again.

"What's significant about the number ten? I see that either as the tenth of the month or else October."

"Her birthday was in October," Kathryn said. "But she died on the tenth of March," Rocky added. "Just before I was born." Kathryn closed her eyes. She'd pushed that fact gently out of her consciousness a few years back. Funny how fluid memories can be, she thought. Rushing back into your life when you're least prepared to handle them like unleashed emotional spurts of sperm.

"So your mother didn't live to see your son born?"

"No," Kathryn replied. "She died less than a week before his birth."

"She's showing me an impact or trauma to the head, like a terrible blow or a gunshot wound." John skewed his head as if he were looking at something just to the left of Kathryn and her son. "She's taking responsibilty for her own death, as if she took her own life. Do you understand that?"

"Oh, yes!" Kathryn felt new tears well up in her eyes. "I understand."

"She's showing me pink roses with thorns on them. The roses are her way of expressing her love to you, and the thorns indicate to me that she was unable to communicate with her family before she passed on. Does this make sense to you?"

Kathryn nodded. Mom told us that she'd never forgive me or my...my baby's father for putting her through months and months of mental and emotional torture. My Dad...well, he took my side of course, and that pushed Mom over the brink. She took out Dad's favorite hunting rifle to use to shoot herself, and left us a note which said: "Cleaning up after this will be simpler than cleaning up your sins."

Rocky snuggled closer on the bleacher style seating. He turned and smiled very sweetly at his petite, five-foot three mother. "Are you okay?" "Uh-ohh--your father's back." John literally jumped back a foot or two. "He's taking all the credit for bringing your mother through, but he's acting like the reason you both came was for him. I take it that he was a very dominant energy during his life," John said. 

That made Kathryn laugh. "Oh, yes," she responded. "Absolutely. Just like his son."

Rocky laughed along with her, once she'd said that. But John interjected. "He's showing me two children, from two different mothers."

Rocky nodded animatedly. "That's right."

"Has the other mother passed?"

"Oh, no," Rocky replied. "She's very much alive."

"Make sure you get a message to this person. Let her know that your father came through."

"His passing must have been very sudden," John Edward remarked. "Because he's showing me that he didn't suspect a thing until he crossed." Once again he watched Kathryn nod in concurrence. "Wait a minute, he's showing me he died--was it...in bed? Was he...?" John had a way of blushing shyly through his smile in awkward moments like this. "There's just no other way to say this--did your Dad have a heart attack during sex?"

The audience response was more reserved than Kathryn expected, but there was the inevitable low ripple of giggling and snickering spreading slowly through the studio. Nodding, Kathryn brought her hands up to cover her mouth. She sobbed, and once again her tears seemed to spring from her eyes. This time they pooled so high upon her pale cheeks that when they finally overflowed it looked like a tiny rivulet was flowing down to her chin. "Yes."

"He's telling me that the two of you found him on the bed."

"Mom found him first," Rocky said. "Then she came and got me."

"He's showing me the number five--now that can be the month of May or the fifth of the month. Now he's telling me three fives--five-five-five"

"He died on May the fifth." 

"What," John asked. "At five oÍclock?" The studio audience tittered once again.

No, after a marathon five Goddamn orgasms in less than two hours. She couldn't help herself. Kathryn dug her long fingernails into the flesh of her palm to try to keep the pain and her tears under control. Rocky grasped her wrist and forced her to relax her own grip on her petite hands.

"He strikes me as the kind of father who made you bring all your dates in to meet him."

"Yes, he did," Kathryn answered. And God help any one of them.

"He sounds pretty strict," John continued. 

"Yeah," Rocky remarked. "He could be a real tyrant at times."

And he could be sweet and gentle and very, very tender when you gave him what he wanted. She looked at her own Bret. Even when what he really wanted was a son. 

"I bring that up because he's indicating to me that now you're seeing someone new, someone different than the father of your son."

Kathryn took out a tissue to wipe her eyes. "That's right."

"And he says that both he and your mother see this, and they both understand." John paused. "They approve of your new boyfriend. Your Dad is sending out congratulations to both of you. I swear they're showing me fireworks! Like a big celebration." He pointed right at Rocky, "And he's showing me something really festive going on around you, as well." Once again John paused. "He's going into this big time macho pride thing about you having fathered a son."

"A son?" The young man's eyes opened wide. He locked eyes with Kathryn for a second, and then looked back at John Edward. "This is news to me."

"What?" Kathryn sat straight up and paled. The color dropped right out of her cheeks. "A son!"

"The reason I say this," John Edward rubbed his hands back and forth. "Is that your grandfather is showing me three Bret Maverick's, and I see that as his way of specifically lobbying for the baby to be named: Bret the Third."

Almost in a single voice, Kathryn and Rocky spoke out: "That's Dad all right."

There it is! Kathryn shivered even under the hot kleig lights. Did he suspect already? Was that the slip John had been expecting? I doubt that theyÍll even broadcast this one.

Quickly Rocky corrected his faux pas. "That's grandpa." He then coughed up an embarassed short laugh.

John nodded for several seconds and then said: "Sometimes the things people can't agree about on this side become less volatile as time passes on the other side. Just know that they're both okay and they're still watching over the two of you." Kathryn could tell that John held back another important comment. Then he ended the session. "They're pulling their energy back. Thank you."

Later on one of the shows producers pulled Rocky and Kathryn aside to question them for the producer's videotaped debriefing interview. "We expected to hear from my father," Kathryn told the interviewer. "I was very surprised that he brought my mother in as well." Or that he allowed her to come in at all.

The following quotes were edited into the tape during post production: Kathryn on videotape: "That was Dad, he was always running things. Even now that he's dead and buried, he still wants to run things."

Rocky on videotape: "Grandpa always watched over Mom. Many times he told me that he always said that nobody was ever good enough for his little girl. The night Grandpa died, Mom was nearly inconsolable, she loved him so deeply." I almost couldn't take her constant sobbing and wailings of guilt as if she really had killed him. Finally I went into her bedroom and did everything I possibly could to shake her out of her hysterics. She calmed down once I'd removed her panties and slid effortlessly into her moist, warm sheath. I used that dumb cliche about getting back on a hore once you fall off. She told me that it felt as if the horse had climbed back on top of her. After that the rest was easy. Very easy. "So for Grandpa to say he approves of who she's seeing now is like having a huge burden being lifted from Mom's shoulders."

Rocky on videotape: "It really was news to me. I mean my being a father, and all. After the show I..uhh...talked to the baby's mother, but she hadn't been told what sex the baby is either." Rocky paused for a moment and looked over to his mother. "Have you heard anything? I mean... has...has she mentioned anything to you?" Kathryn on videotape: "No! I don't think so, I...she didn't have an ultrasound done or anything...to my knowledge."

Rocky on videotape: "My significant other's pregnancy has been a well kept secret. It's just like my grandfather to broadcast it all over the place."

Kathryn on videotape: "When John told us that Rocky's baby would be a boy, we were flabbergasted. No one could have possibly known about that."

Rocky on videotape: "I think John helped Mom to put some of her past fears behind her. She knows that Grandpa's looking after her like he always did. And I think she's satisfied that Grandma is really at peace after all this time."

Kathryn on videotape: "Are you gonna name the baby--Bret?"

Rocky on videotape: "Oh definitely! Definitely Bret the third."

Kathryn on videotape: "Definitely whatever Bret senior desires." 

At the end of the taping, the line producer brought Kathryn and Rocky an envelope. "John wanted you to have this," she told them. 

The note said: "I know that of all people you two will understand why we may decide not to show portions of this taping to the general public. With some judicious editing, I hope we can salvage some of the session, because it was such a positive reading for you. I want to say that since your parents seem to support you in your decision, even from the other side, then it is certainly no one else's place to pass judgment upon you. I will quietly support your choices as well, and I want to wish the two of you the very best with your unborn son. John Edward"

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Crossing Over Ch. 02



Crossing Over Part 2: Three's Company

Nicole walked into my cubicle at work that morning and put her hands on my eyes. "Guess who?" she said. Her hands moved from there down to my breasts, cupping them firmly. I arched my back, giving more to hold, at the same time keeping an eye out of the window. It was still early enough that no-one was probably in the other end of the building, but better safe than sorry. I got out of my chair and closed my drapes. As I was still reaching across my desk, Nicole's hand went under my skirt, up along my inner thighs to my pussy. I lifted my left leg and put my knee of my desk so she could rub me.

"Mm, you're wet again," she said. Ever since that one crazy night, a lot of our mornings started off like that. It was pretty thrilling. Made me want to get into work early all the time. I'm sure my boss thought nothing of it. In fact, I'd just gotten employee of the quarter, all because I was having an affair with the girl in the office down the hall. Nothing I could put on my resume, though.

I turned around and made out with Nicole for a while, my hands touching her breasts, unzipping her pants, my fingers sliding through her neat little bush. "I'm going to talk to Joe tonight," I whispered to her. Ever since Nicole and I had told each other our little fantasy about my husband I had wondered how to approach him. Oh right, I'm sure you're thinking, Geez, just ask him, he's a guy. Well, of course, like everything else in life, it's never just THAT easy. For one thing, Joe didn't really know Nicole, other than to say hi or whatever. She didn't come around to the house often at all. And then I was thinking that he'd get all paranoid about my motivations and wonder if I was trying to get him to say something he might regret, you know, when a big woman asks her husband if her new dress makes her look fat? Yeah, I know; crazy, but whatever. All I know is that the night before, I lay in bed thinking that tomorrow was going to be the time. Nicole is a great looking girl with a fantastic body, and while I hate to sound egotistical, I'm fairly attractive, and I'm proud of my body. I had come around to thinking that Joe might just jump at the chance after all.

"You are?" Nicole said. "You still sure about this?"

"Why not? I guess I've been feeling a bit guilty about doing this behind his back."

"Getting it out in the open could be just as much fun!" She gasped when I reached down and touched her clit with my finger. "That feels good." She opened her legs and let me play with her a little, but then I knew I had to stop. 

"Shit," I said. "If I don't get that report started for Connie this morning, I'll never get it done." I took my hand out of her pants and kissed her on the mouth. "Lunch at 11:30, right?"

"I guess," she pouted. "I don't have any dumb old reports to write this morning." She turned and walked out the door and I watched her bottom as she went.

You gotta love those tight Dockers, I thought to myself, and went to work.

That evening, Joe came home from work late. I had been rehearsing what I was going to say to him, and I was totally prepared to go through with it, but I was still nervous. As I fixed dinner, I felt way too self-conscious, and I was dropping stuff left and right. After I'd dropped a pan on the floor for the first time, Joe said, "Jesus, Honey. You forget your meds again?"

"Ha ha. Very funny." I said. I was going to say something right then, but I chickened out. Dinner came and went.

We were watching Leno do his Headlines bit, when I suddenly thought of Nicole and I with Joe and I got so horny it made me shudder. I turned off the TV and sat next to him and put my hand on his crotch. He'd been yawning through the news earlier, but he came to attention in no time.

"Schwing!" I smiled.

"What's gotten into you tonight?" he asked.

"Nothing yet … let's go upstairs." 

We got into the bedroom and while he peed, I took off my clothes and lay back on the bed, waiting for him, my legs wide apart, fingering my pussy. He flushed and came out of the bathroom, naked, his big cock pulsing, swaying in the air. "Oh, I'm sorry, Officer," I said. "You're not gonna use that thing on me, are you?"

"Well, that depends, Ma'am. Have you broken any laws?"

"I've had impure thoughts," I said, and crawled over the bed to where he stood. "I need to be punished." His cock was right by my face. I opened my mouth and took the big head of it deep inside and he gasped. I grabbed his thick shaft with one hand and jerked it slowly. His hands went on the back of my head and he pushed me gently towards him, filling my mouth with his cock. I sucked him like that for a while, feeling his thickness deep in my mouth, tasting him on my tongue, and then lay back down again with my legs open, my wet pussy inviting him. He got on the bed and knelt between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock over my wet lips.

"I want to ask you something," I said.

"What?"

"You know that girl I'm friends with at work? Nicole?"

"Yeah. What about her?"

I breathed in hard, and my heart started going like crazy. "I've been thinking … we should do a three-way with her?"

"What?" he said, gaping ridiculously. "You're shitting me, right?" He stopped what he was doing and sat down. I suddenly felt stupid and wanted to cover myself up.

"Well, no …" I said.

"When did this discussion take place?"

"Today. A couple of days ago. I don't know. It just came up."

"It just came up? That doesn't just come up. What were you guys talking about?"

I wanted to come out and tell him that Nicole and I had been messing around for almost six months, but I already felt as if he was mad at me, so I didn't say anything.

He was quiet for a moment, then he looked at me and asked, "So are you into this chick?"

"Yeah," I said. "I guess."

"No way!" he grinned. "No friggin way!" I could see his cock had suddenly become massively hard. "Have you … you know … "

"Oh yeah," I grinned back at him. He let out a tremendous laugh and put his hands on his hips and stared at me with his hands on his hips, giving me an I-don't-know-what-I'm-going-to-do-with-you look. "I think she's way hot. And she's got a killer body."

"This is insane. Hell, yeah!" he said. "Bring her over!"

"I'll ask her to come over tomorrow night." I opened my legs again and said, "In the meantime, you got something to take care of, mister."

Joe went down on me like a good boy and I lay back and squeezed my breasts together. When he came up for air he said, "You wouldn't mind seeing me with another woman?"

"It turns me on, just thinking of it," I said. "Just make sure you share the wealth and I'll be fine."

"What have you guys been talking about?"

"I told her you have a great big cock and she told me she'd love to suck it. I told her I'd love to watch her sucking it. Keep licking, oh my God, keep licking."

"What else?"

"I want to see your cock in her pussy too, fucking her hard." I was incredibly turned on by that point. As Joe ate me, all I could think of was seeing him fuck Nicole. I mean, I really did want to watch that. I wanted to see him paying attention to another woman. Kissing her hard, sucking her nipples, fucking the shit out of her. I was thinking of that so much I started coming, even though I'd wanted to last longer than that. After I was all done I felt bad, because after I come I lose the mood really quick, and after six years of marriage, Joe knows that all too well. "I'm sorry, baby," I said. "You mad at me?"

"Hell no. I'll just save it until tomorrow night."

I think he probably went to sleep with that big goofy-ass smile on his face.

So there we were in Subway the next day, and I said to Nicole, "Okay, I asked Joe last night."

"Oh my God, you didn't!" Her eyes were all wide. "What did he say?"

"Duh, what d'you think he said? Of course."

She put down her sandwich. "That's so cool - I mean, you're still cool with the idea too, right?"

"Sure I am," I said. "I've been thinking about it, like, all morning. Hang on," I dug out my cellphone and dialed his number. He picked up on the third ring. "Hello, Dear."

"Hey, what's up, Sweetie?" he asked.

"Guess who I've got here," I said, sort of sing-songy. I looked at Nicole who was, naturally mortified. "Wanna talk to her?"

"Huh?" I could tell he was equally mortified. "What d'you want me to say to her?"

"I'll let her talk to you." I passed the phone across the table, and Nicole was trying to give it back. I looked at her big breasts bobbing around as she moved, and when she put the phone up to her ear, her nipples stiffened. I crossed my legs tightly under the table, feeling the tingle in my pussy.

"Um … hi!" she said. "Gee, I don't know what …yeah, she can be, that's for sure." She mock glared at me, and I mouthed the words 'Say something' to her. "Gosh, this is uncomfortable. Are you into it? Yeah, me too. Okay, okay, she wants me to say something to you, so … do you have a big cock? Nice … Yeah, I can give good head." When she said that, it turned me on even more. There was my husband saying dirty things in the phone to my best friend, and in a weird way, I really liked it. "I guess you'll find out," she laughed, and handed the phone back to me.

"Well!" I said, "What were you guys talking about?"

"This is fucked up," Joe said, "But if you're really into it, I'm game."

"We'll be over after work, okay?" I said bye, he said bye, and I hung up. I looked across at Nicole again and said quietly, "I'm so friggin horny right now I could scream. This is going to be a trip." Nicole smiled back and licked her lips. When she bit into her sandwich, you can probably guess what I was thinking of.

By the time Joe came home, Nicole and I had been nursing a beer each for about half an hour. When we heard the front door open, I think our hearts leaped into both our mouths. I know mine did. "Well, here we are," I said. Joe walked in the living room, and I could see his cock was hard, even through his pants. 

"Hi there," he said. "Traffic!"

I stood up and put my arms around him and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. "That's okay, Dear," I told him. I took him by the hand over to Nicole and said, "Joe, this is Nicole."

"Pleased to meet you," he said, and put out his hand. 

"You too," Nicole replied, and shook his hand. I was so revved up by that point I didn't feel like dicking around with small talk. I had been fairly nervous about the whole thing, but now all I wanted to do was watch my husband fuck my best friend. Like I said, I guess that's weird, but the thought was just so thrilling. I sat on the recliner and said, "You guys just pretend I'm not here."

"Don't you want to …?" Joe asked.

"I want to watch for a while, if that's okay."

I think by that point, Joe was amenable to just about anything. He sat on the loveseat next to Nicole and he asked her again if she was sure about it all, like a damn lawyer making sure there wasn't going to be any liability, and all Nicole did was open her legs wide, and that was that. Joe kissed her on the mouth, and then his hand went to her breast, where he held it and squeezed it. As she was kissing him back, she unbuttoned her shirt. He opened it all the way, and there were her beautiful big breasts, all pushed together in her lacy bra. Joe pulled the cup down over the one he was holding and her breast popped out, its nipple big and hard. I felt like touching myself, but I didn't. I just wanted to watch. Joe sucked on her tittie, as she freed the other one. I heard her say, "Oh yeah, that feels good," quietly, her eyes shut. It reminded me of the time we first made love in her apartment. After a few minutes, she pushed Joe off and undressed down to her panties. She was gorgeous. Beautiful flat tummy, big firm, round breasts swaying heavily every time she moved. She sat back down on the loveseat and spread her legs. Joe went back to making out with her and put his hand between her legs and start rubbing her there. I really wanted to hear them talk dirty to each other. I knew they were both capable of it, and that was exciting to think about.

"My pussy's so wet," she said. "Oh yeah, rub it. Rub my pussy." Joe's hand rubbed all the way up and down Nicole's crotch and she started grinding her hips up to meet him. After a few minutes, he pulled her panties aside and ran his fingers through her bare bush. She moaned. My own pussy was tingling hard, but I still didn't want to touch it yet. I was afraid I'd come too fast. 

"Stand up," she said, "You want me to suck your fat cock?"

"Yeah," Joe said. I loved the way Nicole was looking at him, when she said that. Right in his eyes. He stood up and she knelt in front of him and undid his pants. While she pulled them to his knees, he took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. 

The bulge in his underwear was unbelievable. Nicole kissed it and rubbed her face over it and took her titties in her hands, pressing them together and squeezing them. Joe was in Heaven.

I was willing her to reach up and grab Joe's cock, when she did. She grabbed the waistband of his underpants and pulled them down, slowly, past his thighs. His big cock, not totally hard (though I can't imagine why) flopped out and hung there, thick and meaty. With her hands on his thighs, she took the head into her mouth. Joe shuddered, and it made me wonder what he was feeling, where he was feeling it. I've wondered about that before. I know where my feelings come from, and where they spread to, but it must be a little different from a guy's perspective. 

"You like that?" Nicole asked him. "You like me sucking that big cock?" God, she was so slutty looking! Joe could hardly answer her, he was so caught up in the whole thing. His cock had come to attention, finally. It stood right up, so damn hard and thick, right by her face. 

I couldn't take much more of this, but I wanted to hold out. While Nicole took half of my husband's cock in her mouth, I took off my sweater and skirt and sat back in the chair, massaging my breasts. Joe wasn't looking at me - in fact, he wasn't looking at Nicole either. His eyes were half shut as she rode his cock with her mouth. I could have gone over there and joined in at any time. I knew that both Nicole and Joe must have been expecting me to do it - but the thing is, I just wanted to watch. I'd never actually seen people fucking before. Well, yeah, I've seen porno films, but I'm talking real, real. Hiding in the closet spying real. I knew I'd be in on the action at some point, so why not just indulge myself? Besides, there was the extra thrill of seeing Joe with another woman, and while some people might not get that - you know, since women are meant to be the jealous, insecure types - I know there are a lot of people who would. So, like I said, I just sat back and enjoyed the show.

Joe lay back on the couch and spread his legs wide. Nicole knelt between them and started lapping his big balls, first one, then the other, then right between them. I enjoyed doing that to him too. He has one of those sacs that are loose even when his cock is hard, and the feel of being able to take one in my mouth and suck on it, while I'm jerking his cock, is sensational. And that's just what Nicole was doing to him. She had her ass up in the air, panties off. I hadn't even seen her remove them. I took my eyes off her sucking Joe's balls to her asshole, where my tongue and fingers had been a few times since we first became lovers. She has a very tight, little puckered one, very smooth too. Sometimes I love to just be right behind her with my mouth in her crack, licking and kissing and sliding my tongue just inside it. I hoped Joe would fuck her in the ass too. 

Her big titties were pressing down on the couch, her nipples stiff. That was a great view of them. I looked down at mine, which are a nice, round shape, and pulled off my bra. I squeezed them together, gently pinching my nipples, which were hard too. I'm very proud of them - they're not as big as Nicole's, but they are large and heavy, but well proportioned. I attract many looks when I wear tight blouses and sweaters, and that makes me feel good. I suppose I'm a bit of a narcissist, but really, who doesn't like to be appreciated? 

Nicole crawled onto the couch, and, still with her pretty bottom right up in the air, went right down on Joe hard and fast. His whole body arched, as if she was torturing him with her mouth. She kept looking right into his eyes while she was doing that, and that was so intense for me. I didn't realize that she could have been such a dirty girl. She stopped and jerked his cock hard, saying, "You like to watch me sucking your dick? Huh?" Poor Joe could hardly speak. He only nodded, and she went down hard on him again.

My hand was drawn magnetically to my panties, more specifically to my aching, wet pussy. I didn't go in, because I knew as soon as I touched my clit it would be all over for me, so I just rubbed myself all the way up and down, up and down. It felt terrific.

She must have sucked him like that for a good ten minutes before she got up and took his hand and pulled him toward our bedroom. I followed them and parked myself on the big cane chair by the side of our bed. It was uncomfortable, but what a great view. 

Nicole was lying back, legs open, staring right up into Joe's eyes as he got up on the bed too, his cock in his hand, and knelt between her legs. He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy lips and jerked himself slowly, making Nicole squirm. I wanted to cry out "Stick it in her pussy!" but I was pretty speechless. I knew it would happen, and I wanted to see it when it did. I got off my chair and knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, so I could see right between Joe's legs. There was his sac hanging down, and his cock touching Nicole's clit, now that she was using her fingers to open her pussy lips. 

He pressed forward, and the big head of his cock went into her cunt, and I heard her gasp, and then he just drove it in, right up to his balls. "Oh God, you're so big," Nicole said. I watched, mesmerized as his shaft plowed in and out of her pussy, glistening with her juice. He picked up the pace, ramming her harder and harder, and from the noises he was making, I could tell he was close to cumming. That was my cue. I got up on the bed behind him, and cupped his balls while his cock was deep inside Nicole. He stiffened and stopped pumping her. I looked down at Nicole, who looked as if she was close to coming herself. "Remember me?" I smiled, and kissed him. He grabbed my ass and kissed me hard, then pulled out of Nicole. I put my head down and sucked his cock right into my mouth. I've been sucking Joe off for years, so I'm at the point where I can take it all into my mouth without gagging, but I took it into my mouth slow, so I could taste Nicole's pussy on it. While I sucked him, Nicole got up and they both made out like crazy, before she came down to my level. "He's got the best fucking cock I've ever seen," she grinned. "I'm so jealous!" I took his cock out of my mouth and put it in hers, and watched her sucking it again. This time she was looking at me, and all of a sudden I wished I had a cock like Joe's so I'd know what it was like to have her sucking me like that. 

Joe moved away from us and sat further down the bed. "Why don't you girls have some fun," he said. I lay on top of Nicole and we kissed, our tongues deep in each other's mouths, our titties pressing together. We made out for a couple of minutes until I crawled down her body, pausing to pay attention to her breasts. She pressed them on either side of my face, which felt great, then I took them both in my hands and sucked her nipples hard. From then, I moved down to her pussy. I could feel the heat from it on my own breasts as they passed over her crotch. With my ass in the air, I didn't bother with being polite. We were both already too hot to worry about any more foreplay. I stuck my face in her pussy and started licking her hole, then her clit, taking it into my mouth, sucking on it the way I knew she liked. I looked up to see her playing with her breasts. "Oh, that's good. Suck it harder," she huffed at me. I obliged her.




Crossing Over Ch. 02



Just then, I felt Joe behind me, and then his cock filled my wet pussy with one quick thrust. It made me gasp so hard I stopped eating Nicole for a second, but then, as he began to pound my cunt, I went back to it. I wanted to make her come on my face. It was a bit hard to keep concentrating because Joe's hard cock felt so good inside me, plus, I didn't want to come right then either, so I thought of a cow getting its throat cut, like I'd seen somewhere a long time ago. You might think that's a fucked up image to be thinking of when you're getting fucked good and hard, but I discovered a long time ago that that was the image that worked for me most times. On a side note, I used to work with a really horrible fat guy called Ken. I mean, this guy was a no-hoper. Totally disgusting. Joe would say to me when I was going to come, "Think of Ken." And it would turn me off just long enough. Except for one time, when I thought about him, how nasty he'd look naked, with all that blubber, and it made me come really fast! After that, I decided I should think of something else. I tried the cow thing soon after I saw it, and it's worked pretty well for me since.

Anyway, while Joe was behind me, pounding my cunt, Nicole started coming. I pressed my face further into her pussy and took her clit into my mouth, and she about exploded, grabbing my hair and pulling me closer. "Oh my God, oh my God, keep sucking," she hissed. After she had finished, Joe pulled out of me and I lay back on the bed next to Nicole, who was totally spent right then. "Holy shit," she gasped. "That's the best pussy eating I've ever had." I was thrilled to hear that.

I looked at Joe and said, "Bet you didn't know I could do that?"

"You're a woman of many talents," he smiled back at me, as he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back so that my knees were almost touching my nipples. I knew what was coming. He does that when he wants to fuck my ass. "Get my dick nice and wet, Nicole," he said. Nicole dragged herself back up to her knees and started sucking him again, really sloppy. She'd pause now and then to dribble a lot of spit on it, then use her hand to lubricate the rest of his shaft. I put a lot of spit on my hand too and rubbed it across and inside my asshole, and then told him to put it in.

At first it was sort of painful, but once he'd gotten in the whole head it went okay after and then he pulled it almost all the way out and started ramming me. My titties were bouncing pretty hard the way he was pounding me, and then Nicole started finger banging my pussy, which was unbelievable. I was really turned on by then, and started thinking of all sorts of nasty stuff. No cows for me then! I thought of Joe cumming hard on Nicole's pretty face, and all his sperm running down it, dripping off her chin and me licking it up with my eager tongue, and then I thought of Keifer, the man of my dreams - beside Joe, of course - Keifer commanding me to get down on the bed while pointing his gun at me, his cock big and throbbing. I started to come then. I could feel it starting in my asshole as it tightened around Joe's cock, then in my pussy, then down my legs. As soon as Nicole saw me starting to come, she started rubbing my clit furiously, and that just made it even better. I gripped the sheets in my hands and just let the whole thing wash through me like a warm mudslide.

Joe started pounding my ass harder and harder until, after a few more seconds I could feel him tense up and he said, "Shit, I'm going to cum."

"Not yet," said Nicole. "Cum in my mouth." I was really surprised to hear her say that. 

"Do it," I told him. "Shoot your cum in her mouth." 

Joe pulled his cock right out of my asshole, and Nicole pounced on it, grabbing his shaft and sucking half of his cock into her mouth. I sat up on my elbows and watched her jerk him off faster and faster, and her cheeks were all sunken from sucking him hard. Eventually, actually, I shouldn't say that - it was more like seconds later - he moaned, "Oh fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming, keep sucking." Then he moaned hard, and his body went rock hard, and even though I couldn't see it, I knew he was dumping a big load into Nicole's mouth. She kept sucking and jerking him off until he was done. Then, without any sort of warning, she put her hand on the back of my head and leaned down toward my face. I opened up my mouth, and she let Joe's thick load plot right into it. It was still very warm, and there was a huge amount of it. I couldn't believe she had taken all of that without gagging! I waited until she had dribbled the last of it before swallowing it all in one gulp, then we kissed deep for a while.

The three of us lay back on the bed, Joe between us. Nicole and I cuddled up on either side of him, our hands running over his chest and stomach.

"You know," he said, "We really need to do this more often."

I smiled at Nicole and said, "Yeah, I agree."



Crossing Over the Line



The telephone directions led me to a nice, gated condo complex in the upscale village of La Jolla, a beach community adjoining San Diego. Another phone call at the entrance yielded the gate entry code, her condo number and more directions. I drove into the complex, past the clubhouse and pool, along narrow, winding roads shaded by the abundant trees. It was a clear, brilliant day; the sun almost directly overhead at 1 P.M.. I slowed as I approached her building, one of many identical, vaguely Spanish style stucco and red-roofed structures in the complex.

It had started two weeks earlier when I came across her name while perusing a web site called "The Erotic Review," a site that provides information, including client reviews, of those who offer adult services in every major city of the country. Her name was Katherine and she had received consistently high marks and rave reviews. The link to her web page led me to several striking photographs of her. Tall and slim, she had the figure of a Victoria's Secret underwear model, full lips, dark brown eyes, blonde hair and a very nice smile. 

Her web page described her as a Latina, in her mid 20's, five foot - eight and 120 lbs.; and emphasized how easy going and friendly she was. Katherine was about giving pleasure, her web page said, without attitude or agenda. She offered a true "GFE," or Girl Friend Experience in the lingo of the trade. Her reviews bore out the truth of her web ad. One after the other raved about her skills, passion and desire to please.

It took me a while to gather up the courage to write to her. I described myself accurately as a middle aged white guy, six feet tall, about one hundred and seventy pounds, with hazel eyes and sandy, light brown hair. I wrote truthfully that I had never had any experience with the type of services she provided, but I had often fantasized about it and the fantasies had become more frequent and urgent of late.

I explained that I was no novice when it came to obtaining services from a provider. As a sexual submissive I had visited professional dommes several times in the last few years. My favorite activities were strap-on play, light bondage - including CB bondage and intimate body worship. I had found a great domme in San Diego and saw her fairly regularly; whenever the urge became so insistent that it could no longer be ignored. I enjoyed those visits immensely, but of late there seemed to be something missing from the play; something that I had a powerful urge to experience, at least once. I thought Katherine was just the right person to provide me with that special experience.

I found a parking spot near her building entrance and then took a couple of deep breaths before shutting off the engine. I was a few minutes early so I closed my eyes, took several more deep breaths and tried to focus my mind on the decision I had made. Even as I sat there, I did not know whether I would, or could, fully go through with it. Having never had that kind of experience before, I did not know for sure how I would react when the moment of truth came. I reaffirmed though two promises I had made to myself before setting out for Katherine's place that afternoon. First, I would not do anything unsafe. And second, I would leave myself open to the experience and simply follow my feelings at the moment, without making arbitrary, moralizing judgments. It sounded right in my mind, but it did little to calm my extreme nervousness.

My hand shook as I exited the car, went to the trunk and transferred the bottle of chilled Champagne into the gym bag I had brought which already contained several items I thought would be useful for the session. I had told Katherine that I would be very nervous and would bring a bottle of wine - thinking a little conversation over a glass of wine at the outset would help settle me down a bit and get me to relax. I figured Champagne was appropriate since it was often used to mark special occasions - and this was certainly going to be a special occasion for me.

I found the door and knocked twice. I heard the sound of footsteps, a short pause as she eyed through the peep hole and then the click of the door lock being opened. The door opened just a crack and a pair of dark brown eyes peered out in the narrow space.

"Come in," she said in a whispered, little girl's voice, as the door swung open.

"Thanks," I said as I stepped into the condo apartment.

She closed the door quickly behind me and bolted the lock. She came back around in front of me, a vision of loveliness in a tight, figure hugging tank top, short skirt, black stockings and heels. She had changed her hair color - it was no longer blonde. It was now a dark brunette. Falling in soft waves below her shoulders, it looked more natural than the blonde color in her pictures.

She was tall and slim - in her high heels, perhaps just an inch or so shorter than my six foot height. Her arms were long and very thin; her hands quite delicate looking with long, well-manicured finger nails - colored a dark pink, matching the shade of her full lips, as best I could make out in the dim light. Katherine's legs although slim were very shapely, their length accentuated by the short skirt and high heels. The only feature of hers that was not slim was her bust which was large and almost perfectly rounded; her substantial cleavage clearly visible from her tight, low cut top.

She stepped up close and put her arms around me; then kissed me on the side of my neck as she murmured, "welcome Kelly."

"Tha . . . Thanks Katherine," I stammered, senses suddenly overwhelmed by the warmth of her body, the softness of her touch, her gentle voice and the scent of her perfume.

"Please come over here and sit down," she said softly, leading me by the hand to the couch in her living room, just inside of her entry foyer. The room was dimly lit by a single, small table lamp opposite the couch; the vertical blinds closed against the bright afternoon sun.

I put my gym bag down on the glass coffee table as she lead me around it to the corner seat of the couch. I sank down into the softness of the couch's seat and back as I sat, Katherine still holding my hand.

"Can I get you something to drink Kelly?"

"I . . . I brought some wine, . . . some Champagne actually. Please have a glass with me," I said as I leaned over the coffee table, retrieved my gym bag, opened it and took out the chilled bottle.

"I'd love to," she said, taking the bottle from me and then disappearing into the kitchen.

I heard the sound of cabinets being opened and the clink of glasses as I opened the side pocket of the bag and removed the white envelope I had brought her. I laid it on the end table next to the couch, in plain sight. The flap was closed but unsealed. I had put a little extra in it, wanting to make a good first impression.

I was just closing up the bag when I heard a loud "Pop." Startled, I flinched but quickly realized it was only the Champagne being opened. I sat back into the soft confines of the thickly pillowed couch. Feeling beads of sweat on my forehead, I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and daubed it dry. I felt warm all over but especially my face. I could feel the heat of my flushed face, the skin seeming to pulse along with my rapid heartbeat. I was clammy all over, my face and palms unable to stay dry.

I knew I would be nervous and dressed accordingly in a loose "Island" type button down, short-sleeved shirt, khaki pants, socks and loafers. I took the precaution of putting on a heavy layer of antiperspirant under my arms. The beads of perspiration rolling down my sides obviously revealed the futility of that measure. Knowing I would be nervous was one thing, but doing something about it was quite another, I thought to myself as I noticed a tremor in my left hand.

Katherine returned carrying a small tray in front of her - the bottle of Champagne, two large wine glasses and a short stack of cocktail napkins just fitting on its round surface. When she reached the coffee table she bent at the waist and set the tray down on it, her long, dark hair falling in cascades down past her shoulders. Still bending over, she picked up the bottle and slowly poured the Champagne into one glass, several times waiting while the foam settled, then continuing to pour until the glass was nearly filled to the top. She then filled the other glass but only about half way.

As she poured out the sparkling, golden liquid, I enjoyed the vision in front of me - her large cleavage well below my eye level allowing a full view of her charms. With my attention elsewhere, I hadn't noticed when she finished pouring the second glass. She looked up and caught me staring, eliciting a small, knowing smile from her and an embarrassed glance down at the floor for me. When I looked back up at her, I just caught her glance over at the white envelope I had left on the side table. A larger smile crossed her face as she looked back over at me while she came around the coffee table and took a seat beside me. 

Actually, she didn't really sit on the couch - she turned sideways towards me, slipped off her shoes, and then knelt on the seat with one leg folded up under her, the other leg extending out until it lodged itself comfortably between the calf of my leg and the couch. She rose up a bit to pick up the wine glasses, offered me the full one which I took, then settled back on her folded leg with her own glass, her short skirt hiking up to reveal her shapely, tanned thighs. I offered a toast:

"To new friends," I said, raising my glass towards her.

"To new friends," she echoed back, then reached over and gently clinked glasses with me.

I took a small sip to taste it and then a larger gulp when I found the taste pleasing. The sparkling wine was still very cold and felt so good coursing down my throat, cooling me, settling in my stomach nicely. She took a small sip, then another small sip.

"Mmmmm, this is really good Kelly. Champagne was a great idea."

"Thanks Katherine, I thought the occasion called for it. I was hoping you'd like it," I replied, the effect of the first large gulp hitting me quickly, making me a little light headed. 

I had eaten lightly that morning as I had for several days previously and had skipped lunch altogether. With a nearly empty stomach there was nothing to slow the progress of the alcohol from belly to my blood stream and then straight to my brain.

She was sitting very close to me, the knee of her folded leg pressed against my thigh, the foot of her extended stockinged leg resting against the back of my ankle. She was looking directly at me, taking in the full picture. I glanced back over at her, our eyes meeting briefly before I averted mine. I nervously took another healthy gulp of wine.

"I liked your e-mails Kelly. It told me so much about you. You write very well."

"Thanks Katherine," I said looking back up at her as she spoke. "It comes very naturally to me which is a good thing, because I have great difficulty talking, especially about those kinds of things. Guess I'm kind of shy in that way."

She took another small sip before continuing:

"Don't worry about being shy Kelly. I love shy types," she said pressing herself closer, her free hand moving to my bare arm and gently squeezing it before sliding down to my upper thigh and giving it a firmer squeeze; her hand remained there.

I put my hand over hers and gently rubbed it, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. I took another sip of wine, my glass now half empty. As the cool liquid slid down the back of my throat, I felt some of the tension in my body release. I took a couple of deep breaths and enjoyed the light-headed sensation from the wine. I looked back up at her, at her eyes checking me out from top to bottom, her mouth curled just slightly in a knowing grin.

"I especially liked the story you wrote - the story of a fantasy session with me. It was so realistic, so much detail, it was like it had already really happened. It was also very hot," she said, her voice dropping into a sexy, husky tone. "I couldn't put it down. My panties were so wet - I came twice the first time I read it; and twice more the second time."

"I'm so glad you liked Katherine," I said in a half whisper, the effect of her words tightening my throat, making it hard to speak. "It unfolds like a movie in my mind. I just write what I see."

"You have a great gift," she said earnestly. "I just hope the reality can measure up to the fantasy - I hope I can measure up," she said, her voice trailing off as she rose up from her half kneeling position and swung her extended leg up and over my lap, climbing on top of me, "cowgirl" style, her knees pressed against my hips, her thighs against mine.

"I don't think that will be a problem Katherine. You're doing great so far," I said smiling as I looked up into her face.

Amazingly, she had accomplished that quick maneuver without either of us spilling our drinks. Not wanting to push my luck, I took one more big gulp, draining half the remaining contents before setting the glass down on the table beside the couch. Katherine mirrored me, but took a much small sip before setting her glass down next to mine. Then she gently cupped my face in her hands, the heels of her palms meeting just below my chin, bent down and pressed her lovely soft lips to mine. 

My senses were overwhelmed, the Champagne taking me past light-headed to a little high; the scent of her perfume, the warmth and softness of her body and the gentle caress of her hands and lips put me completely under her spell. Her lips pressed into mine, her mouth opened slightly and I felt her wet tongue pressing against my mouth. My lips parted for her and her soft tongue immediately slid in, curling and swirling as it went. I met her tongue with mine, entwining with it, swirling and sliding together in an incredibly erotic dance.

As we kissed, my hands rose first to her sides and then slid up along the tight top until my thumbs reached the underside of her full breasts. They were firm but not hard as my thumbs crept up until they reached her nipples which were now very hard and fully erect. She moaned as I brushed over them, her tongue reaching further into my throat. I was completely hard now, as stiff as I could possible get. Her hand found me as she released my face with one hand, sliding it down my chest and belly until it found the hard, expanding mound of my crotch. I groaned in response.

Slowly, our lips parted as she leaned back, arching her back, pressing her breasts against my hands as I continued to stroke her nipples and gently squeeze the large mounds. She straightened back up and looked deeply into my eyes as she reached for the top button of my shirt to undo it. Her hands were steady; mine were shaking as they dropped down to her stockinged thighs and gently caressed them, moving up slowly under her short skirt which had ridden up almost to her waist.

She continued down the line of buttons until she reached the bottom. Then, she slid the shirt off my shoulders and arms and down my back as I leaned forward into her to help. When the shirt came free, she tossed it down on the other side of the couch before bending and curling her upper body until mouth reached my chest. I gasped in surprise and pleasure as her soft lips encircled my nipples and began sucking and licking them. She used one hand to grip my chest, squeezing and kneading it as she tongued the nipple while her other hand still pressed into my hardness, making small circles with the heel of her palm.

My hands were also busy, kneading and caressing her inner thighs, moving up towards her crotch. I arrived at her "V" with both thumbs and immediately felt a large, very hard mound. My hands jerked back quickly as though they had touched a hot burner. It should not have been a surprise to me, yet it still was.

Katherine was a pre-op transsexual; a professional one at that. I knew she was a TS, in fact I had sought her out for that very reason. The special experience I was looking for was to be "topped" by a TS, a fully functional TS. In coarser language, I was looking to get fucked by the real thing after several years of strap-on play with dommes. As a sexual submissive, I had developed the increasingly urgent need to take it to the next level. Despite the skill of the domme I saw regularly, she could not simulate the pleasure and passion that only a real cock could provide. I needed to be completely sexually used by someone who derived real, physical pleasure from that use.

I had selected Katherine for this because she not only had great reviews, was fully functional and enjoyed topping, but for the fact that she was very attractive as a woman. Despite my sexual need to be fucked, I felt no sexual attraction to men and never had. The little gay porn I had seen left me completely cold, in fact beyond cold it was repellant to me. I couldn't imagine engaging in sex with some hairy, beard stubbled, muscular man. But a woman - a woman with "something extra," that seemed within the realm of possibility, even desirability. I had seen some TS porn and found some of it very arousing. A man fucking a TS did little to arouse me (although, unlike regular gay porn, it did not repel me), but a TS fucking a man, particularly a dominant TS, a very passable TS, attractive as a woman, I found very arousing.

So here I was, with Katherine, the TS I had sought and desired, so sexually aroused by her as a woman, that my conscious mind who knew she was a TS had simply taken a hike, disappeared to the point that I was actually surprised when I felt her hard-on through her panties. The comedian, Woody Allen, once wryly observed that God had given man a magnificent brain and an equally magnificent sexual organ, the penis, but just to keep things fun and interesting, only enough blood supply to operate one at a time. It appeared I was another victim of this cosmic joke - made evident by my fully engorged member and nearly vacant mind.

I had reached that first moment of truth - could I go through with this. Could I have sex with someone who was biologically and still genitally a man, even if she was to all outward appearances, a very attractive woman. For a few moments, my mind split into two distinct personalities - Kelly A was still thoroughly aroused by Katherine despite the "discovery" of the extra part - and was, in fact, desperate to continue; Kelly B, the still rational me, although taken aback by the sizable bulge, recalled the two promises I had made to myself - don't do anything unsafe, and at the moment of truth, follow your feelings. The answer as to what I should do was then self-evident. Kelly B quickly extinguished himself, to reappear again only briefly during the remainder of the session.

All of these thoughts flooded through my mind in the few brief moments after I had recoiled. I looked up at Katherine and saw her looking back deeply into my eyes, trying to determine just where I was at and whether to continue. I smiled at her somewhat sheepishly, embarrassed by my reaction and returned my hands to her inner thighs. Katherine smiled back at me, nodded slightly and then slowly and gently took one of my hands and placed it lightly on the hard bulge of her panties. My hand stayed and even started to slide up and down a bit as I felt for the outline of her instrument of pleasure through the thin black gauze of her nylon panties.

She arched her back and moaned, then pulled off her tightly fitted tank top, freeing her magnificent breasts. She threw her head back and shook, running her hands through her dark hair, thrusting her breasts into my face. My mouth opened automatically and took one of her spiky hard nipples into my mouth and swirled my tongue over it before sucking it. As I did so, my hand resting on her bulge felt her immediate reaction, the hard mound pulsed, jerked and swelled. I discovered that there is something to be said for immediate feedback as it further aroused me to tangibly feel her immediately react to my touch.




Crossing Over the Line



She leaned forward and clasped her hands behind my neck to hold me tightly against her breast. Katherine thrust her hips up against my hand and moaned again. She ran her hands through my hair, using her fingernails to draw a path through my scalp before sliding them back down my neck and pulling me tightly against her. I felt her warm tongue on my ear, drawing circles along the outer lobe before tickling the opening with the tip. The I heard her husky, sexy voice:

"Let's take this inside lover," she said then drew back a bit to look deeply into my eyes.

"Mmmm, I'd love to," I said, meeting her gaze with mine.

She slid off my lap, hands trailing down my chest, then playfully pressing and outlined the bulge in my pants with her fingers before setting her feet down on the floor and rising. She took my hand as I also rose. 

"Take your glass and the Champagne. I'll take the bag," she said softly but with authority.

I leaned over to pick up my still quarter filled glass and realized that with only one hand free it would be difficult to pick up the Champagne bottle without risking spilling the contents of the glass. Not wanting to let go of her soft hand, I quickly downed the last two or three ounces of wine in the glass and then managed to hold the neck of the Champagne bottle and the stem of the wine glass in one hand as she led me by the hand down the hallway to her bedroom.

The door was open and we entered with Katherine in the lead. The room was even more dimly lit than the living room, a shaded, low wattage lamp in the far corner providing the only light. At first, I couldn't see anything but dark shapes. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out a nicely made up double bed in the middle of the room with night stands on both sides. A mirrored wardrobe stood opposite the foot of the bed, a small dresser was behind us to the right along a short hallway that led to a bathroom.

Katherine led me to the side of the bed and told me to wait there. I set the bottle and glass down on the night stand and waited. I watched as Katherine removed the comforter and several of the decorative pillows from the bed, leaving only a fitted sheet and several regular pillows stacked up near the foot of the bed. She came back around to where I was standing, put her arms around me from behind and hugged me tightly, pressing her hard nipples into my bare back. I felt her hands slip down to my crotch and gently massage me, using her nicely manicured fingernails to trace the outline of my very stiff dick. 

"Let go of everything Kelly - let me guide you. Just do what I say and you will have a fabulous time," she whispered in my ear as she continued to gently massage my cock through my pants and underwear.

"I'm all yours Katherine. I'm in your hands completely," I whispered back.

I felt her press herself against my butt and then gyrate her hips in small circles, letting me know exactly what she had planned for me. With her arms wrapped tightly around me, I had the wonderful sense of being engulfed by her. The combination of wine, the scent of her perfume, the warmth of her body and the throaty, whisper of her sexy voice had me slightly high and thoroughly aroused by now. 

It was all going exactly as I had hoped. In arranging the session with her, I asked her to take charge of everything - direct me on what to do and how to do it. As a sexual submissive, I enjoyed the feeling of completely letting go - letting my partner take charge. I explained that I was not looking for her to be stern or abusive. I wanted her to be sexy, sensual, even playful but completely in charge of the session - basically to take her pleasure with me and provide pleasure to me how and when she wished. It was clear from her actions so far that she clearly understood the type of session I wanted.

I felt her hands move up to my waistband, undo my belt and the button of my pants and then slowly draw down the zipper of my fly, the soft "whirrr," of the zipper just audible over the sound of her warm breath in my ear. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of my pants and drew them down over my hips, down my thighs and finally to my ankles. I felt her kneel down behind me and take my left ankle in her hand. I glanced down, saw what she was doing and lifted my foot up high enough to let her slip off my loafer and sock before sliding the pant leg completely off of me. As soon as it was free, I put my left foot down and raised my right foot. With practiced efficiency, Katherine removed that shoe and sock and slid my pants free of me. 

I was left standing there in only my white briefs, now "tented" by my fully engorged pole. I was a little embarrassed to find a small circle of pre-cum wetness in front. Katherine stood back up behind me, put one arm around my waist, hand and fingers spread wide on my belly, lightly tracing a line with her fingernails until she reached my crotch. I felt a sharp tingle race up my spine and I shuddered in response. Her other hand slid down between my legs from behind, tracing a line with her thumb along my ass crack until she reached my balls which she cupped in her hand through the soft cotton of the briefs.

"You seem very happy to be here Kelly," she whispered and then chuckled at the obvious truth of her comment as my woody rested in her hand.

"There are no words to describe how happy I am to be here with you Katherine," I replied.

"Well, I am very happy you are here Kelly. This is going to be a very special afternoon for both us."

She released the hold she had on my cock and balls and told me to lie down on the bed, face up while she got comfortable and unpacked my gym bag. I climbed onto the bed and half rolled over until I was lying face up, lengthwise on the bed. I looked over at Katherine who was now putting on a bit of a show, giving me close-up view of her shapely, stockinged leg by putting one foot up on the bed and slowly caressing her leg from hip to ankle.

She took notice of my eyes glued to her leg as she showed it off and it gave her pleasure to see the excitement in my eyes as I watched her. She smiled at me as she unzipped her short skirt from the side and slid it down her legs, stepping out of it when it hit the floor. Katherine looked incredibly sexy, topless, wearing only stockings, garter belt and panties. She stood there a moment and posed for me, hands on hips, playfully turning a little to change the angle of my view.

"Now let's see just what you brought Kelly," she said as she picked up the gym bag she had previously set down by the night stand.

She put it down on the edge of the bed, unzipped it and began taking out its contents. Each item was in its own clear, plastic bag. In addition to condoms, lubricant and latex gloves, I had brought along several light bondage items. In arranging the session, I told Katherine that I liked some light bondage - nothing tight, painful, elaborate or inescapable. Just something to restrict my movement, provide at least the illusion that I was helpless to resist and was being "taken." 

She opened the box of condoms and dumped the dozen square packets out, spreading them out near my hip. She looked at the two bottles of lube I had brought - one a nice strawberry flavored variety, the other a thicker, more viscous gel more suitable for anal play. She took a few gloves out the box and lay them near the condoms, tossing the box on the floor. 

Unsure of a couple of items, Katherine took them out of their plastic bags to inspect them. One was a sex sling which she handed to me to demonstrate. It was basically a long nylon strap with velcro closure type ankle cuffs at each end, a padded section in the middle of the strap and adjustment buckles near the ankle cuffs. The idea was pretty simple - it was a device used to keep a bottom's legs up and spread when being taken missionary style. The padded section went behind the neck of the bottom, the ends of the strap went under the armpits, the ankle cuffs attached to each ankle with the legs up and spread. The top could adjust the length of the straps leading to the cuffs, shortening it by pulling on a tag strap by the buckle near the cuffs. The shorter the straps, the more the bottoms legs were pulled back towards the chest.

Katherine smiled while I demonstrated how it was used and then clapped her hands with glee as I showed how pulling on the tag straps shortened the sling, pulling the legs back. There would be no need for her to exhaust herself holding my legs up in a missionary position.

The other items she wasn't sure about were "post attachments." Basically short leather straps with a metal ring at one end and a clip at the other. The strap goes around a post - say a bed post, the clip passes through the ring creating a firm attachment point for a wrist or an ankle cuff. 

The velcro closing wrist and ankle cuffs were pretty much obvious as to how they were used except these had double velcro closures - an inner one to secure the cuff to the wrist or ankle and a longer outer one that could be used to connect cuffs together through an attached d-ring in the other cuff before being re-secured to its own cuff. I also brought several items that could be used to put a bit of a squeeze on my ball sack. These included an elastic, bungee type cord - about the length and thickness of a shoelace, an elastic silicon ring and a loop (a small piece of thin rubber medical type hose - formed into a small loop with its ends passed through a small bead that slides up and down decreasing or increasing the size of the loop hole.

Katherine laid the bondage items along the edge of the bed, arranging them for easy access. Bent over at the waist, her breasts dangled and swayed with each movement. When she finished, she put the bag back down by the night stand and then climbed up on the bed. Moving gracefully, she slid over and straddled my ankles facing me, straightened and arched her back, thrusting her shapely breasts out, then provocatively ran her fingers through her long hair. Silhouetted against the dim lamp in the corner, her lithe body looked incredibly sexy. 

Katherine paused for a moment in the arms up "glamour girl" pose before bending forward all the way until her full breasts rested on my upper thighs. Reaching up with her arms, she began lightly clawing my chest with her long nails, drawing them down over my side and belly, and continuing across my fully tented briefs - the "tent pole" quivering in anticipation. She continued down my inner thighs to my knees, raising goose bumps all along the way as she went. She returned to my briefs - using one hand she gently grasped my ball sack through the thin, cotton material; with the other she used the heel of her palm to massage the sensitive underside of my dick. I felt the pleasure of her touch course through me, the heat of my blood spreading deeply in my groin.

"Oh god, that feels so good Katherine, I moaned as she returned to the base of the shaft and started working her way up again. I could feel the wetness of my pre-cum oozing out, soaking the front of my briefs as she went. I started to jerk my hips, pressing up against her hand, trying to hump it. She knew I was getting close and would explode shortly if she continued. She would not allow it - not yet. There was so much more to do.

She moved her hands away from my crotch and began gently massaging my thighs to slow me down. After a few moments I settled down, the feeling of approaching orgasm passing as she ran her hands along my legs, squeezing and kneading the flesh as she went. After a while, her hands started to move up, massaging my hips, remaining clear of my crotch, working her way back up to my ribs and chest. She leaned forward and massaged my chest, squeezing and kneading the muscular flesh, running her thumbs over my sensitive nipples. As she worked her hands, her breasts bounced and swayed as if they had a life of their own. 

Katherine leaned over further and brought her prominent lips to my nipples, encircling them with her tongue before pressing her lips tightly around and sucking them. As she did so, I felt her belly graze my crotch and I reacted by thrusting up against it. I looked down and saw her lush mane of wavy, dark brown hair cover my chest and tickle it as she continued to lick and suck my nipples. Glancing up I saw our reflections in the mirrored wardrobe across from the foot of the bed, her slim body writhing on mine as she licked and sucked her way down my chest.

She was sliding down my body as she licked, until she got to my swollen briefs. Katherine paused for moment before slipping her fingers under my waistband and slowly drawing them off me, sliding them down my legs and then free of my ankles. Lightly she grasped my quivering shaft with one hand as she bent low to taste the sensitive spot where the base of the shaft met the top of the scrotum. She used just the tip of her tongue, probing and licking, before using the flat of her tongue on my entire ball sack. I was in heaven, transported by the touch and sight, sound and smell of it all.

As Katherine worked her way up from my ball sack to the shaft, my rational, safety conscious persona, "Kelly B," reappeared briefly, picking up a condom packet and offering it to Katherine. She didn't look surprised or offended. In arranging the session, I had told her that I was completely phobic about sexually transmitted diseases and wanted us both covered at all times in both oral and anal play. This was a hard limit with me. Although the risk from uncovered oral play is considered to be small, it just wasn't worth the risk.

She opened the condom package easily, removed the latex ring and slipped it on top of my dick head, unrolling it over the glans and down the shaft. Her grip felt so food. I moaned in pleasure as the latex sheath made its way to the base. Quickly, Katherine bent low, took the base of my shaft in hand, formed her lips into an inviting "O" and lowered her warm, moist mouth over the head of my shaft. I felt the heat of her tongue press against the head, then swirl around the swollen glans. An almost electric jolt of pleasure coursed through my groin and spread outward until my entire body tingled with pleasure and anticipation.

Katherine must have felt my reaction since she repeated the move, this time pulsing the base of shaft with her gripping fingers and then swirling her tongue all round the head before slowing running the flat of her tongue down the underside of my shaft. She smiled as she saw the impact she was having on me - as I thrashed about, climbing the orgasmic peak. My body was wound tightly, tensed, ready to release. One or two more repeats of that technique and I would have gone over the top. Sensing how close I was, Katherine backed off, releasing my dick. I groaned almost frantic to release but also appreciating the effect of the tease.

Katherine straightened back up, still straddling my knees and began to put on a show for me, playing with herself. She brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them, before pinching her own nipples, then kneading her breasts, pushing them out, presenting them to me. She brought one hand down to her swollen crotch, her panties bulging with her stiff member, and rubbed it, sliding her hand up and down, her shaft clearly visible in outline through the thin panty material, the head and glans peeking out over the waistband.

My eyes were glued to her, ranging up and down her figure taking everything in. I couldn't imagine a more erotic, arousing scene. Still straddling me, she slowly slid up my legs, over my hips to my belly and paused, wriggling slowly, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her swollen mound - putting on a show. It certainly worked. My eyes were glued to her, taking in every curve, every erotic movement. 

Katherine inched up further until she was straddling my chest, knees snugly buried under my armpits as the show continued. My hands went to her ribs and slid up slowly, feeling every inch of her soft skin before coming to rest on her full breasts. Her nipples were very swollen, thimble sized and incredibly hard. She moaned as I massaged her, lightly grazing her nipples with my palms which elicited a tight squeezed of her thighs against the sides of my chest in response. Raising up slightly on her knees, she leaned forward bringing her swollen crotch to my chin.

Katherine brought her hands down on top of the headboard and leaned on it as she slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her crotch on my chin. I dropped my chin and found her swollen black panty covered crotch on my lips. It felt very hot and very alive - pulsing and jerking as she moved. I felt her hand brush my cheek as she slid it down to her crotch. She was looking down at me, deeply into my eyes when she drew the front of her panty across with her fingers to erveal her equipment.

It was starling to suddenly see a cock and balls looming over my face. It was completely shaven - bald, and looked enormous, especially this close up. The shaft stood fiercely erect at a forty-five degree angle, the head large, mushroom shaped and dark pink; the shaft was darker - a light tan and purplish hue that narrowed behind the head but then thickened noticeably as it went until near the base where it seemed to suddenly widen substantially. The image of a tree flashed across my mind - foliage, thickening trunk and wide base.

Of more immediate concern was Katherine's sack of balls which now dangled just an inch or so over my lips. It was darker, more purplish than the shaft and wrinkled, the deep ridges visible all around it. The sack was loose, the balls hung low and swayed slightly as she moved, balanced as she was on her knees with one hand resting on the headboard. It had a fresh, clean smell with just a hint of a citrus scent - perhaps the body wash she used. Katherine continued to look down at me, eyes locked onto mine, a corners of her mouth curved up a bit as a slight smile crossed her face.

"Lick me - let me feel your tongue," she said in a hoarse whisper, as she lowered herself a bit more, offering herself to me.

I was so aroused at that point, so completely under her spell that I probably would have done almost anything she told me to do. But even as excited as I was, I was aware that this was another moment of truth - really the last exit on this highway so to speak before I was committed to completing the voyage across the gender boundary. I don't remember giving any more thought than that as my lips seemed to part of their own accord and the tip of my tongue slid out reaching upward for her. She met me halfway, lowering herself a bit more until the tip of my tongue met the bottom of her scrotum.

It felt smooth, soft, almost velvety to my tongue as it touched and probed and finally licked the underside. It felt very much like shaven labia lips - perhaps less moist but very similar in texture. The thought occurred to me that this shouldn't be a surprise - that we all started out as females in the womb, the pre-birth labia lips of males closing under the influence of testosterone while in the womb to create the scrotum. We are all made of the same stuff - just arranged a little differently.

More importantly, I realized that the building didn't collapse on me, fire and brimstone didn't rain down and the earth didn't open and swallow me up. I was the same person after I "crossed the line" as I was before hand. It was as though I had lived these many years surrounded by what I thought were solid, immovable stone walls, only to discover that when finally tested, they turned out to be an illusion, no more than cleverly disguised tissue paper that gave way at the slightest push.

A soft moan escaped her lips as I licked upward along the scrotum seam, feeling the deep ridges of the sack. She lowered herself more and I opened wider, taking one ball gently in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. I licked all around the ball sack covering it with my saliva until it shined in the dim light. Katherine then leaned forward as far as she could until her shaft rested on my face. It was incredibly hot and felt heavy, alive and pulsing as I laved her ball sack. Again, I was amazed at its size. It was considerably larger than mine, easily seven inches long and a good one and a half inches across, based upon my experience with variously sized strap-on dildos. 




Crossing Over the Line



I felt some of her pre-cum on my forehead as she leaned down to press it on my nose and forehead. She moved it to my cheek and pressed its length alongside it; the heat was extraordinary. Again, more pre-cum leaked out and I felt it sliding down my cheek. I reached out with my hand to search for a condom, determined to get her covered before going any further. As if reading my mind, Katherine picked up a condom, opened the package and expertly put it on herself, rolling it down all the way to the base.

I brought one hand up and gently grasped her balls, pulling them down with some tension before tentatively probing the base of her shaft with the tip of my tongue. The condoms I had brought were the non-lubricated variety so it was dry, without the taste of the spermicidal lube. Katherine reached over and picked up the bottle of flavored lube I had brought, squeezed out a healthy dose in her palm and then coated her shaft with it in slow strokes. The scent was strawberry, not unpleasant. I tasted it and it wasn't bad. I licked along the underside of the shaft, upward until I reached the "V" of the glans and then circled that sensitive spot with just the tip of my tongue. Katherine reacted immediately, thrusting her hips forward, pressing herself into me.

Again, my lips parted of their own accord and her dick slipped in. I had to open wide to fit the flared glans of the head. I used my hand to grip her shaft at the base to control and limit the penetration. It was just in time, with nearly half of it in, it completely filled my mouth, nearly to the point of gagging. Katherine paused, almost motionless, letting me adjust to the intruder, no doubt also enjoying the heat and pressure of my mouth. Then she started to move, slowly at first, withdrawing an inch or so and thrusting back in. Then longer strokes, withdrawing the head to my lips before thrusting back in.

Katherine raised up a bit more on her knees to adjust the angle, then began stroking in rhythmic fashion, bouncing up and down on her knees as she went. The speed increased and I had a hard time keeping up, my senses overwhelmed by the new experience. I tried to pleasure her with my tongue and lips but couldn't keep up, eventually receiving her shaft passively as she stroked in and out. She began thrusting harder, trying to go deeper but I kept a grip on her shaft and controlled the penetration depth. I could feel her dick pulse with pleasure with each downstroke as she pressed herself into me. 

Katherine was breathing hard now, her head thrown back with abandon at the gathering tension in her loins. Her body glistened in the dim light, covered with perspiration from her exertions and arousal; mine was equally wet. Her knees and thighs pressed into my neck, one of her hands moved to the top of my head and took a firm grasp of my hair. She was fucking my mouth, piston like with rapid, powerful thrusts. I could feel the shaft in my hand pulse, expand and heat up as she climbed the mountain. I was in unexplored territory being on the receiving end of a mouth fucking. I knew what it felt like to be thrusting. I was discovering just how arousing and powerfully erotic it was on the receiving side - getting the touch, taste and sound, not to mention the incredible visual of this large pleasure rod seeking Nirvana.

She pulled out all of the way and rose using the headboard for support. She was completely on her feet, straddling my face and neck, towering over me when she slid her panties off allowing them to drop on my upturned chin. She bent low to remove them, using one hand on the headboard for support, tossing them on the floor before straightening back up. It was an incredible view, Katherine in all of her glory - shapely, stockinged legs, fully engorged and quivering member, low hanging balls, beautifully slim hips and flat belly, large, perfectly formed breasts with oversized, erect nipples, feminine oval face, plump lips, dark eyes and a mane of dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Katherine was like a mythological figure - half one being, half another, perfectly merged to form a third being that was seemingly not of this earth.

Carefully, she turned around so she was facing my feet, then knelt down straddling my face, cock and balls dangling over me. She leaned forward at the waist until her elbows and forearms rested on the mattress on either side of my torso. Stretching out, she reached my own very erect member with her lips, parted them and took the head in. Her mouth was warm and soft. I felt her tongue swirling around the head and then her lips applying suction to the glans. My hips bucked up to meet her, to enjoy that tight warmth on more of my shaft. She accepted more of the shaft easily, licking and swirling her tongue as she went until it was fully engulfed.

Obviously more practiced at this than me, she had no difficulty taking me completely, to the very base of my shaft. I had never been deep-throated before with such ease, not a gag or a cough or a whimper, just slippery warmth and tightness all along my sensitive shaft. I felt her spread her knees apart further which lowered her cock and balls down to me. We were in a sixty-nine position; it was my turn to pleasure her. I ran my tongue along the underside of her balls all the way to the top and then up along her rigidly stiff shaft to the head. Using my hand to guide it, I tilted it down until it was pointing at my mouth, opened wide and slid her in, again about half way, holding the base of her shaft to control the amount of penetration.

I felt her thrust in, sliding it further in along my tongue until I gagged, then backing out a bit. Her heavy balls bounced along the bridge of my nose as she slowly stroked back and forth, sliding her thick member along my tongue until it could go no further before withdrawing it until the glans pressed against my inner lips. She was very clean, not the slightest odor came from her backdoor - just the faint scent of soap or body wash. I am a fanatic about cleanliness with respect to sex and obsessive about my own cleanliness - a series of enemas, showers and baths ensured I was squeaky clean, inside and out before I visited Katherine. I was very glad that she was just as considerate.

I experimented a little, bringing my fingers up until they reached that sensitive spot behind the ball sack - the perineum or "taint." Feeling the hard lump of the buried base of her shaft through the thin skin, I began massaging it gently with the pads of my fingertips in small, slow circles. I immediately felt her dick jump and pulse in my mouth. A low moan came from her, muffled by my cock in her mouth. I took my hand off her shaft and used it to lightly grip and tug her balls down as I massaged the base of her cock through the perineum. No longer able to control the amount of penetration of her cock, it slipped further in as she thrust down slowly. I tried to relax my throat, fighting the urge to gag as the large head touched the back of my throat. She went slowly, allowing me to adjust, to time my breathing to take in enough air on her out strokes to sustain me.

We reached a smooth rhythm, with her thrusting in and withdrawing, me massaging and tugging with my hands, and using my tongue and lips on her shaft. She began to mirror my actions, finding my very sensitive perineum with her fingertips and tugging lightly on my balls. I could feel the excitement in both of us ratchet up. It was only a matter of time before both of us blew if we kept going like that. She sensed this as well and, like me, wanted something more. I felt her slow her thrusts and withdraw, pulling her knees in against the sides of my jaw to raise herself. My own dick slid slowly from her warm, moist mouth until it was completely free and pulsing with excitement.

Katherine rose up to a squat, turned around to face me, stepped back and lowered herself, straddling me, until her knees were back on the mattress, placed snugly against my torso. She seated herself lightly on my lower chest and then reached over to the side of the bed to pick up the sling I had brought. Unraveling the straps and straightening them out, she found the padded center section and placed under my neck and upper back; then laying the straps out straight along my sides, found the velcro closures for the cuffs at each end and opened them. She leaned back and hooked her left arm under my right thigh and raised my bent leg until my ankle was over my hip. She put the cuff around my raised ankle and pulled the velcro closure snugly around it. Katherine repeated the procedure with my other leg. Then, holding my upraised legs against her soft breasts, tugged on the adjusting straps near the ankle cuffs to shorten the sling straps until all of the slack was removed with my ankles still positioned above my hips.

In this position, all of the weight of my legs were applied evenly to my upper back and neck through the padded sling which handled the weight easily. It was as though my legs were weightless. I could keep them in that position indefinitely myself which, of course, freed up Katherine to use her hands and body as she wished. 

As she put the sling on me, the lack of attention to my dick had caused it to go semi-soft until it rested on my upper belly. Katherine again reached over to the side of the bed and picked up the shoelace sized bungee cord I had brought. She opened up the already tied noose at one end drawing the slip knot down and showed it to me.

"Show me how you like to use this Kelly," she said with a slight smile crossing her lips. 

I took the cord and looped the noose over my ball sack as close to the base of my shaft as I could and then drew the noose closed by sliding the slip knot up until it dug snugly into the underside of my ball sack. Using one hand to draw my sack down, I wound the cord around the ball sack, stretching the bungee cord somewhat to make each round turn fairly tight. I did this for eight turns, each made alongside the last one until I had created about an inch of tightly wound cord separating my balls from the upper part of the sack. Then looping the cord first under the base of my shaft and then completely around my complete package, I stretched the cord some to pull it tight, then took two more full turns before tucking the end under the middle turn and then back down under all three turns to secure it.

The effect of the cock and ball bondage was immediate. My balls swelled and tightened until I could feel every ridge through the incredibly thin, shiny-slick skin of the sack. Then my shaft started to harden and swell, lifting itself up from my lower belly until it stood rigidly at a forty-five degree angle. It pulsed and swelled as it filled with blood faster from the larger, deeper arteries than could escape through the smaller, constrained veins that were closer to the surface. Basic hydraulics principals took over which created an increase in pressure from the faster inflow until the greater pressure slowed the inflow to the rate of the outflow. 

This greater blood pressure in my shaft was immediately evident in its increased size, particularly thickness caused by the greater expansion of the sponge-like tissue whose filling normally causes an erection. There was also this incredible feeling of sensitivity in the shaft as the over-swelling applied pressure on pleasure nerve-endings all along the shaft that usually required direct stimulation. Every vein along the shaft swelled and bulged until my once smooth shaft became ropey and irregular, every cord felt through the fully stretched condom. I could feel the shaft pulsing against its bindings, each contraction of my rapidly beating heart causing the head of my dick to pulse and swell. The entire shaft vibrated in time to the music of my heart, bouncing up and down on its own accord.

I also knew that the clock had started. CB bondage should not stay on for more than thirty minutes or so. The restricted blood flow and increased pressure can cause permanent tissue damage. From the obvious state of excitement of both Katherine and me, I didn't think the thirty minute limit would be a problem. 

Katherine slid up close to my upturned thighs until her smooth, stockinged thighs pressed against mine. My upraised legs hung in the air, suspended by the sling. She put her hands on my ankles and slowly pulled them further apart.

"Spread your legs for me lover - real wide. That's a baby," she cooed as I spread them wide for her. 

She reached over me and grabbed a pillow from the corner, folded it in two and jammed it under my raised hips, lifting me up further and supporting my lower back. I looked up into her eyes and saw them flash with hunger and passion, as though she was going to devour me. She picked up a bottle of lube and used the pump dispenser to deposit a healthy glob onto her gloved fingers. Using her other hand to spread my nether cheeks, her stiffened, gloved middle finger found my entrance and pressed itself in, penetrating me to the first knuckle. I gasped in surprise at the sudden intrusion, feeling my sphincter reluctantly open and allow entry.

Katherine gazed into my eyes as she slowly turned her finger, twisting it back and forth as she penetrated me with it, lubing me as she went. Her finger was fully in me, her palm pressed against my upturned perineum when I felt her fingertip lightly brush against my prostate in a "come hither" motion. I felt an immediate zing of pleasure; an almost electric vibration begin in my sensitive prostate and emanate outward in waves. She smiled as she saw my reaction, changing her motion from "come hither" to small circles and then back to the crooked finger brushing. It was as though she had found my pleasure button and had merely to massage or brush it to send waves or pleasure coursing through me.

She began to slowly finger fuck me; pausing when fully penetrated to massage my prostate before withdrawing and starting anew. I opened myself for her, relaxing my sphincter and spreading my legs, completely under the power of her ministrations. It wasn't long before I felt pressure at my entrance again, stretching and then a second lubed finger entered me. With middle and index finger she slowly fucked me, massaging my incredibly sensitive gland before withdrawing.

Katherine pressed herself closer to me, her fully engorged dick resting on my upturned ass cheeks. I felt the heat of the stiff rod through the condom sheath. I wanted it in me and signaled my desire by sliding my fingers to my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, offering myself to her. She glanced down at my gesture and smiled knowingly. She withdrew her impaling fingers to the first knuckle, keeping my sphincter spread open while she used her other hand to guide the head of her shaft up and down my crack until she stopped, resting it on the length of her penetrating fingers. I felt the head press into my already open anus as she withdrew her fingers completely, the head taking their place at the entrance. 

It was wider than her two fingers and I felt myself stretching to accommodate it. There was a moment of discomfort as it pressed in until the flared glans cleared my inner sphincter. A couple of inches of shaft followed easily behind it, drawn in by the vacuum of my empty rectum. She stopped and held herself in place, breathing deeply, almost panting with excitement as she allowed me to adjust to her girth. I felt it pulsing within me, then sliding a little back and forth to smooth out the lubrication. 

"Are you ready for more Kelly?" She whispered as she leaned over and stared down at me.

"Yes Katherine, please - give me more," I pleaded, at this point nearly out of my mind with lust.

There was a slight movement of her hips and then overwhelming pressure filled me with a couple of more inches of her thick shaft. I was amazed at how effortlessly her little hip movement had generated such a powerful thrust. She was a little more than half way into me and for the first time I felt the extraordinary heat of her throbbing shaft through the thin barrier of her condom. It was unlike anything I had felt before. Having taken many strap-on dildos, I had experienced the stretch and feeling of penetration, the pressure of my rectum filling up; but even the best silicon dildo does not generate heat. Nor does a strap-on pulse like a real cock, expanding as it reacts to its stimulation. This was something very new.

I tried a little pulsing myself, contracting my anal sphincter around the thick shaft and then releasing it. I did this several times, each time eliciting a low moan of pleasure from Katherine and several short strokes which responded to my pulses. Again, something new - although a strap-on feels good, it doesn't provide a reciprocal reaction; it's just there. A real cock responds to stimulus, to squeezing and friction. The reactions further excited me in a kind of virtuous circle in which each of our pleasure responses excited the other.

Still holding my cheeks apart with my fingers, I moved them further in until they touched the remaining shaft still to enter. It was thicker than I expected and pulsed at my touch, expanding under my fingers and all along the shaft. I felt her pulse through my already stretched sphincter. It was so exciting to feel it come alive at my touch. It was so different from the strap-on experience. I moved my fingers down along the shaft to its very base, encircled it with thumb and index finger (just barely making it around) and cupped her balls with my palm and remaining fingers. I gave the shaft a little squeeze and drew it down towards her pubic mound. Again she responded with moans and increased the speed of her strokes.

Katherine pressed herself into me, trying to penetrate me further. The thicker base of her shaft stretching me wide and very slowly sliding into me. I felt a combination of surprise and pain at the additional stretching but I was so aroused that I wanted it to continue. I wanted to take all of it; to have all of it buried within me. I felt the large head of her cock reach the top end of my rectum, stopped by the involuntary sphincter separating the rectum from the lower colon. I tried to relax but the barrier remained closed. Katherine slowly stroked in and out just a few inches at a time, lubricating the deep end of my passage. 

"Pull your legs back honey," she said as she reached up with both hands to pull on the adjustment straps dangling from the buckles near my ankles.

I drew my knees back and as I did so, she pulled on the adjustment straps, shortening the length of the straps, taking up the slack as my knees went back towards my chest. I had pulled them as far back as I could on my own when I felt her tug on the adjustment straps a little more, pulling my knees back a little further, almost uncomfortably so. I was folded over until my knees were about six inches or so above my chest - a remarkable position for someone like me who lacks flexibility. It had the effect of tilting my hips until my penetrated anus was pointed almost straight up. She shifted forward to adjust to the new angle.

"Now spread yourself wide for me lover," she said, with a determined glint in her eye.

I spread myself wide for her, first with my legs, pulling my knees and ankles as far apart as I could, still held back by the taut strap folding me nearly in half. Then I slipped my fingers back to the inner part of my ass cheeks and pulled them wide open. As I did this, she shifted forward until her forearms rested on the mattress alongside my upper torso, her hands slipping under my armpits, coming out the other side, gripping the top of my shoulders. 

She was slowly fucking me, her shaft penetrating me to the top of my rectum before withdrawing several inches, then returning. She continued to slowly saw back and forth, using her powerful hips to thrust and withdraw, opening me. Like a metronome, she continued back and forth, penetrating to the top of my rectum and no further before withdrawing. It had an almost hypnotic effect. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, losing myself to the pleasure of the moment. I was completely flushed, radiating sexual heat as I was being methodically fucked by Katherine.




Crossing Over the Line



I still had my eyes closed when I felt her lips brush mine, then slowly part them with her tongue. I willing opened them, accepting her hot, slippery tongue into my mouth. She pressed her lips hard down onto mine and then shifted further forward. I felt her hands tightening around the top of my shoulders as she gripped me. I should have anticipated it but I didn't - the thrust - withdrawal rhythm was suddenly broken by a thrust and then a further thrust instead of a withdrawal. It was a powerful extra thrust, using her full weight to press down into me in pile-driver position. There was sudden pain as the head of her dick stretched the sphincter at the top of my rectum. I gasped and tried to cry out but with her lips pressed hard into mine and her tongue fully in my mouth, nothing but a quiet gurgling sound emerged. 

Katherine continued to press herself into me, slowly slipping the last two inches of her cock into me. The sharp pain was replaced by a dull ache and then an incredible feeling of fullness. I felt her balls press against my upturned perineum as she buried her shaft into me. The ache transformed into increasing feelings of pleasure as her shaft pressed against my prostate and the realization struck home that she was fully into me - I had taken it all. I spread my legs even further to signal my complete submission and slowly raised my hips to meet her penetrating shaft, pressing myself into her. I felt a smile form on her lips as they continued to press into mine just before I felt the pressure of a short withdrawal of her shaft followed by a powerful thrust in.

With each deep penetration, she paused and rotated her hips in a corkscrew motion that maximized the penetration and added exquisite pressure on my prostate as well. Even better, with Katherine fully in me, her lower belly pressed down on my own swollen member pulsing against the tight constriction of the elastic cord which bound it. The tension built with each deep thrust and corkscrew swivel. I could feel her tension rising as well as her breathing became short and rapid, almost panting, her warm breath tickling me as she gripped me tightly. 

My fingers continued to hold my ass cheeks wide apart as the pace of her strokes increased. Her balls which had been tapping against my perineum then tightened up, drawing up and constricting - a certain sign of imminent release. My own senses were completely overwhelmed as the onslaught of pleasurable sensation that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once flooded my nervous system. 

I am not sure what set it off - perhaps it was that one special bit of pressure just under the glans of my dick or perhaps that one extra rub of pressure against exactly the right spot on my prostate, but I exploded with a loud grunt of pure joy as my pent-up jism, pressurized to get past the constricting cord shot out of my dick and filled the surrounding condom with milky, white juice. As I exploded, my anal sphincter clamped down in orgasmic contraction, released and contracted again in rapid succession. It must of tipped Katherine over the age because just as my second ejaculation ripped through me, I felt her first orgasmic explosion - and an explosion it was. She rammed her dick home with incredible force, squeezed my shoulders in a death grip and thrashed wildly on top of me, thrusting in manic convulsions of pleasure.

It was an odd sensation, feeling her dick explode inside of me. Although covered with a condom, I still felt the force and heat of her ejaculate through the thin membrane of latex. Having only experienced strap-ons before, it was a feeling like no other. In that moment, we were connected in a way that could not be duplicated or even mimicked by a dildo penetration. The strap-on experience, although wonderfully intense in its own right paled in comparison to this. My orgasm continued, extended by the sensation of hers; and hers by mine. Again, it was a virtuous circle of exquisite pleasure, writhing sweaty bodies and hot breath. It went on longer, far longer than any orgasm I had ever experienced.

Eventually, Katherine collapsed on top of me, exhausted, breathing like she had just run a four minute mile; her large breasts and hard nipples pressed into my chest. I think we both passed out for a minute of so; at least I did. Her body shifting on top of mine brought me around. Her hands still gripped my shoulders but lightly now; her breathing slowed to something like normal. My legs were still up in the air, widely splayed, knees over my chest. I could still feel her shaft in me. I slid my fingers down to the base of her shaft and could tell with my fingertips that she had softened somewhat. I pressed my fingers against the bottom of the condom to make sure it stayed on when she pulled.

I had acted just in time because she immediately started to pull out. In its softened, reduced state, it slid out easily, the head barely stretching me as it emerged. She lifted herself from me, leaning back as she balanced herself on her knees. Katherine reached up and unwrapped the velcro closure holding on ankle cuff on, holding my ankle and then slowly lowering it to the bed, gently, almost lovingly. She released my other ankle and lowered it slowly too, in the same gentle fashion. It felt good to have my legs back down on the bed. In the throes of orgasmic pleasure, I didn't realize just how tired they were, but I did now.

Katherine smiled down at me and wiped her sweaty brow with her fingers as she said:

"That was incredible Kelly. I haven't felt anything like that in along time."

"You took the words out of mouth Katherine - incredible. I have never felt anything like that. I had no idea, none. If I had, I never would have waited this long, that's for sure. You were unbelievable," I said as I softly stroked her thigh.

"I am so glad that your first experience with this was so wonderful Kelly. You just relax now for a few minutes while I clean myself up a bit and collect myself. That was quite a trip for me. I'll be back with a warm washcloth to clean you up. Now you just rest," she said as she slid off the bed.

As she stood up, I took another long look at her lithe figure and feminine curves, still not quite believing that such a girlish figure could support such an additional tool. I watched as she slid the condom off her now shrunken member, pulling and rolling it to keep its contents from spilling. Once it was free she held it up and showed it to me. It had quite a load - it filled the small extra sack at the tip and then some. In a moment, she turned and retreated to her bathroom. I heard the sound of a toilet being flushed and then water running in the sink.

I became aware of a pinch and tightness on my ball sack and remembered that I still had the cord wrapped tightly around it. I reached down, found the end of the cord tucked under a couple of wraps, pulled it out and slowly unwound the cord from me. As I did so, I felt the heat of my blood rushing back into the sack warming it. I also felt an ache there both from the bondage and the explosive orgasm that had to force its way through the bondage.

I was tired, so tired. Not just from the physical exertion but from the tension, both psychological and physical, that built to a fever pitch and then suddenly released, leaving me feeling like a rag doll. I couldn't move any more so I took her advice and just relaxed, closing my eyes - my eyelids felt so heavy. I could still hear the running water but the sound faded in the warmth and comfort of the room. 

End of Part 1

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Crossing Over the Line - Part 2

By: Kelli Maginnis

I don't know how long I was out; perhaps ten minutes or so. It could have been longer. I felt the mattress tilt a little like somebody climbing onto the bed. I opened my eyes slowly, sleepily and looked up. It was Katherine, still nude from the waist up but now wearing a pair of white, lace panties. The room was brighter. Katherine must have turned up the dimmer switch for the corner lamp just a bit. It cast a warm, yellow glow throughout the room.

I was still on my back and started to sit up but Katherine placed her palm on my mid-section and gently held me down.

"Just relax Kelly while I clean you up a bit."

I looked down and she had two wash cloths, one wet and the other dry. She put the wash cloths down on the bed while she leaned over me, running her smooth palm up and down my chest and belly. She moved her hand down lower and massaged my belly and lower abdomen, slowly moving down until she reached my softened dick lying inert across my pubic mound. The condom was still on and hadn't leaked. 

Using her hands, she gestured for me to turn on my side facing her while she held the condom in place. Holding the tip of the condom with her other hand, she expertly slid it off me without spilling a drop, placing it carefully on top of a paper towel she had placed on the night stand. Again, with gentle pressure from her palm, she had me roll over on my back. As I did so, she leaned over, picked up the wet washcloth and moved it down to my groin.

The cloth was very warm as she spread it out over my soft shaft and gently massaged it. She moved it all around in slow, gentle circles until the shaft was completely clean before moving it down lower to my scrotum. With thumb and first two fingers she encircled it with the washcloth and moved it in slow circles, spending some extra time below the sack along the perineum. As Katherine pressed gently with her fingers in slow, circular motions, I felt the warm tingle of arousal from my prostate which loved the indirect massage. 

She had me raise my legs until my knees were up and feet flat on the mattress while she moved the cloth down the crack of my ass, gently wiping up excess lube that had leaked out. I was relieved to see that it was clean; I had taken great care to clean myself out before coming over to see Katherine. Still, who knew what could be shaken loose with that kind of activity. 

When she finished with the wet cloth she put it down on the night stand and picked up the dry cloth. Moving gently along my groin and ass she dried me, using her free hand to gently massage my lower belly. At some point, the drying action transformed into something else as she used her fingers to massage and manipulate my cock and balls. I must have had a quizzical look because she responded as though I had asked a question.

"Kelly, that was a very special experience. I don't usually do this but with special clients I make an exception. Would you like to go another round?" 

My shaft was stiffening under her hand. She had asked the question that I was dying to ask - could we go again.

"I'd love to go another round with you Katherine. That was an incredible experience for me. It might take me a while to recover though. I place myself entirely in your hands."

"I think I know how we can use some of that recovery time Kelly," she said smiling, as she reached down and picked up some of the bondage items I had brought.

"I'm game Katherine. I'd love to be tied down and fully open to you."

"Hmmmm . . . ," she said stroking my shaft without the cloth. "We are going to have so much fun together. You're not going to believe it."

"I'm yours Katherine," I said smiling, not believing my good luck.

"Okay, over on your belly now. I think I want you spreadeagled for me."

Quickly, I turned over, my dick stiffening further at the prospect of being bound and taken from behind.

Katherine moved quickly and efficiently but did not hurry or seem rushed. In what seemed like a matter of moments though, she had cuffed my wrists and ankles. Using the metal ring and leather strap I had brought which wrap around anything to provide an attachment point, she set up the four-corner bondage points at the posts of the wrought iron headboard and the rear part of the iron bedframe sideboards. Using the adjustable tethers I had brought, Katherine attached my wrists and ankles to the four points, spreading my legs wide to reach the clips of the ankle tethers.

The tethers still had a lot of slack in them when she rolled off the bed and picked up two thick, foam rubber pillows. Returning to the bed, she tapped my hip:

"Raise yourself up Kelly," she said as she slid first one pillow and then the other under my hips.

With my butt raised by the pillows, Katherine climbed atop my back, straddling me with her muscular legs. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that she had a tube of massage cream in her hand. Squeezing a generous portion out, she spread it along my back with her strong yet soft hands, kneading my back muscles as she went. It was very relaxing; I even closed my eyes and just focused on her fingers working the cream into my back, shoulders and neck. I felt her bend low over me until I felt her hot breath in my ear.

"I have one more proposition for you lover. Interested?"

"Of course Katherine," I mumbled. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, you've just had your first T-girl experience and seemed to like it a lot ..."

I interrupted with an enthusiastic, "I'll say I did.

"Well, how would you like to try the Two - T-girl experience? My roommate is available and I know she'd love to join the party."

"Aaa another T-girl," I stammered, not sure how to respond and stalling for time.

"Yes, and she is something special," she said smiling.

"Is she like you? Tell me about her."

"Well, she's a big girl."

"Big," I said questioningly, picturing some fat guy in drag. "How big?"

"No, not big like that," she said giggling, rounding her arms to mimic a big stomach. "I mean tall," she raised a hand above her head to indicate considerable height, "and big - well big up here," she said cupping her own generous breasts, "and . . . well . . . and . . . big down there," she laughed bringing one hand down to her own groin.

"That sounds very interesting," I chuckled. "What does she look like?" I asked hoping she would interpret the code and tell me if she was "passable," i.e. feminine looking.

"She looks fine - very fine," with emphasis on the word 'very.' As I said she's very tall and dark - I think a mixture of black and asian; whatever she is, she's a knockout. Did you ever hear of the model Naomi Campbell?"

"Naomi Campbell," I repeated the name. "Tall, black, very svelte super-model - I think she did some movies and music videos. I seem to remember seeing her in a Michael Jackson video," I mused picturing a tall, lithe, coffee-colored woman in a long, white gossamer gown.

"Yes, that's her. Well my friend looks just like her. In fact, she modeled herself after her, wanted to look like her and she succeeded. She could be her double, except for a few little extras," she giggled. "She even took the name, Naomi."

"Looks just like Naomi Campbell," I said, the excitement clear in my voice.

"Yes, Naomi Campbell," she repeated, smiling at me.

"Well, yes, yes, of course, I'd love to have her join us. When can she get here?" My voice rising, I was barely able to contain my rising excitement.

"As it happens, pretty quickly. You see, while I was in the bathroom freshening up, she called. Seems she had some sort of problem with a client and her date was much shorter than she thought it would be; wanted to know if I wanted some company," she said the word "company" indicating she was looking for some action.

"Problem with a client," I said, a note of suspicion in my voice. "What kind of problem?'

"Well, it seems her client called her based upon the recommendation of a friend without looking at her web site or checking out her 'do's and don'ts' list. He was looking for a T-girl who was, . . . who was . . . shall we say . . . uh, receptive, you know, a bottom. Oh hell, he wanted a T-girl who likes to get fucked."

"And she doesn't?"

"No, she's strictly a top. She doesn't allow anything in any opening, if you get what I mean. She's dominant - not a whip and chains kind of dominant but she likes being in charge and she does all of the penetrating."

"And that didn't work for her client?"

"No, he didn't like having any of his openings penetrated either. It was kind of a stand-off," she laughed. "Those kinds of mix-ups don't happen too often. Usually that kind of stuff gets straightened out beforehand, but he used the name of the friend that recommended her so she assumed he knew what the services would be; the client never asked his friend whether Naomi was a top, a bottom or both. He called her based on his friends description of her."

"So, what happened?"

"Well, he already paid her. It was for a three hour date; she had cleared her afternoon for him so she wasn't giving it back. He accepted her suggestion of a nice bubble bath together followed by a massage - she doesn't mind using her hands."

"And they did that for three hours?"

"No," she laughed again, "he lasted for only about half an hour or so. They climbed into his over-sized tub, filled with hot, soapy water, Naomi in back, her client leaning back against her. She wrapped those incredibly long legs around him, you know, like that bathtub scene in the movie, 'Pretty Woman,' and used her hands and a soft sponge to soap him up."

"I remember the scene," picturing Julia Roberts wrapping her incredibly long legs around Richard Gere's middle as she soaped him down with a soft sponge. "Sexy, very sexy indeed," I was now hanging on her every word.

"Well, it didn't take long before those long, supple fingers of her worked their way down to his groin. Tweaking his nipples with one hand, she worked her other up and down his shaft; the warm, soapy water making it very slippery. Her hand slipped from his nipples to his neck and then to his mouth, muffling his cries of growing excitement. 

"Good god, this is getting me hot. Go on," I said, knowing that she was making up the details just to fire me up, and loving it.

She smiled, pleased with herself and continued her tale.

"Well, her legs went over and hooked around his thighs; she pulled them apart while continuing to stroke him slowly, pausing at the top of his shaft to use her thumb in small circles around the head of his dick before plunging back down. He was excited now, but locked in her grip he could only thrust his hips up to increase the speed and pressure of the friction. When he did, she stopped completely, silently exerting complete control over him."

"Whew, she is something else. When you said 'strictly a top,' you weren't kidding."

"Finally, her client learned the lesson that the more he tried to do, the less she would do and he kept very still. It was agonizing, fighting the urge to move, to thrust with her hand squeezing and massaging his shaft, bringing him slowly to a peak, but only on her schedule."

"She might not be into whips and chains, but that sounds like torture; exquisitely pleasurable torture, but torture nonetheless."

"Yes indeed, she 'tortured' him. For a half-hour she massaged him, brought him just to the edge of cumming and then backed off, leaving him totally frustrated. Then she brought her fingers down to his crack and slid them along until she found his little, puckered asshole. Still gripping him tightly, she introduced a finger."

"I thought he didn't want to get penetrated."

"That was before he was aroused. You know how you get when the fires are roaring - all those 'won'ts and can'ts' just go away."

"Yeah, you're right. Once aroused, all the self-made rules do seem to go away," I said smiling, not sure if she caught my full meaning.




Crossing Over the Line



"Yes, so it is," she smiled back, very much aware that I was talking about myself as well as Naomi's client. She entered him with a finger and began a fluttering massage of his prostate. He nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement."

I smiled at the mental picture of an anal virgin getting a prostate massage for the first time by a voluptuous Naomi Campbell double.

"Well, he was excited beyond anything he had known before. Pre-cum leaked from his dick from the excitement and massage of his prostate. He mumbled just two words that were barely audible through her muffling hand, 'please . . . please.' With her finger still in him, she lowered the hand covering his mouth and moved it to his shaft. Taking a firm grip, she began pumping him; slowly at first and then building up speed. Afraid to move at all least she stop, he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust back. Between the pumping hand and prostate massaging finger, he exploded, shooting long ropes of his milky cum into the soapy water."

"Wow - that is so hot."

"Yes, it was," she said smiling again. But it seems she has a problem now."

"A problem - what sort of problem."

"Well, her client was completely exhausted after cumming and just wanted to sleep. Naomi, who thought she would have to last for a three hour date, took a double dose of Viagra before meeting him. She didn't get any satisfaction and she is horny beyond belief. 

"And that's a problem?"

"It is if she doesn't get some relief soon," she said with a smirk.

"Good god, tell her to come over. I am here for her, for you, er . . . For whoever wants me," I said excitedly.

As I spoke, I heard a buzz. It was Katherine's cell phone which she had set on vibrate and which was now vibrating the heck out of her night stand. She picked it up.

"Oh hi Naomi. You're downstairs? Good , you made great time getting here. . . . . . .

. . . . Yes, yes, I told him about you. . . . Uh huh, he very much wants to meet you. . . . . 

Yes, we'll have a party together - the three of us, just let yourself in . . . . Okay, see you soon honey - bye. 

. . .

I heard the front door close and then the "click" of her heels on the tile floor of the hallway. Awkwardly, I turned to look over my shoulder, restrained somewhat by the loose, four-corners bondage I was in. The bedroom door opened and she stepped through.

Although Katherine had described her as a Naomi Campbell lookalike and I knew Naomi was tall and slender, I wasn't prepared for Naomi's stature and was a little stunned when I first saw her. She made a striking appearance, covered from shoulders to knees in a magnificent, dark maroon afghan wrap, trimmed in black. But it wasn't the afghan alone that was striking, it was the long, slender girl in it. She was tall, I mean really tall. So tall that in her high heels she had to duck a little to fit under the standard six foot, six inch doorway.

Naomi closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment taking in the full scene of me on the bed; Katherine straddling my waist, hands on my back. It was true. She looked exactly like Naomi Campbell, right down to the straight black, mid-back length hair, perfectly oval face, high cheekbones, large, puffy lips and somewhat broad, slightly flattened nose. Her lipstick and nails perfectly matched the dark maroon color of the afghan. She posed for a moment, like the cover-girl she so closely resembled, hands on hips, a supermodel's cold - somewhat blank expression on her face.

Without saying a word, she began undoing the front buttons holding the afghan together. In a few moments she had them all undone and then, with a dramatic flare, quickly opened it, slid it off her shoulders and tossed it onto the corner chair near the entrance. The outfit below was even more striking than the afghan. Naomi had on a black, open breasted halter top covered with a black, gauzy, sleeveless jacket which hid little of her charms; a bare midriff followed by a black mini-skirt, cut very short. Black stockings and black, open-toed, high heels completed the ensemble.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her flawless, dark mocha skin glistened in the soft light. Everything about her seemed elongated - her face and neck were long and held perfectly erect as was her long torso, accentuated by the bare midriff; and of course her legs, which, with the micro-mini skirt seemed to go on forever. Her arms, midriff and legs were prominently muscled - not large, but long and incredibly well defined. 

She seemed not to have an ounce of fat on her anywhere, except her breasts, which being large and well-rounded, literally stood out in stark contrast to the rest of her body. While the rest of her body was a taller, elongated version of Naomi Campbell, her magnificent breasts were more like Pamela Anderson's in size and shape, even covered as they were by the gauzy material of the jacket. It was like looking at a photo montage with the breasts of one girl pasted on the body of another. It was unreal - yet very real. She was standing right there. It was not to be my last surprise about her extraordinary body.

"Hi Katherine," she said, breaking the spell I was under and bringing me back to reality. Her voice sounded completely feminine and had a slight, English accent - just like the real, British born, Naomi.

"Hi Naomi," Katherine responded smiling up at her.

"I see you've started the party already. Mind if I join you?"

"Oh, please do Naomi - Kelly here was just getting a nice, relaxing massage while we waited for you. Oops, pardon my manners, Naomi - this is Kelly. Kelly, this is Naomi."

"Hi Naomi," I said a little tentatively. "I've heard so much about you. You are even more beautiful than Katherine described," I added when I caught a brief flash of annoyance when I said Katherine had told me a lot about her. 

"Thank you Kelly. Katherine can go on sometimes," she said shooting Katherine a look of mild admonishment and then smiling as she continued. "I'm glad you're not disappointed."

"No, not at all. You are even more beautiful than Katherine described."

This is seemed to please her and she came closer, taking long strides but moving gracefully with a model's erect posture. She stopped at the side of the bed nearest the bedroom entrance and looked down at the items I had brought which Katherine had strewn on the bed and night stand. She picked up a few items, the extra tethers, several types of ball stretchers and a few of the cock rings. She smiled as she inspected them and then checked out the wrist and ankle cuffs that were already on me, as well as the tethers that tied me loosely to the four corners of the bed. I smiled up at her, trying to appear as friendly and welcoming as I could but she was no longer looking at my face; Naomi was inspecting my ass, using her large hands to knead and feel my ass cheeks and thighs.

Her hands were surprisingly strong. They were large enough to cover my entire ass as she inspected me, from the very bottom of my ass cheeks where they joined the thigh to the very top at my spine. I had never felt anybody's hands on me that were that large; her fingers were incredibly long plus each was topped off by a long, perfectly manicured nail. It was a little unnerving to have such giant hands inspecting me.

Naomi's hands wandered over me, sliding up my back alongside Katherine who was still astride me and then back down along my side to my ass cheeks which she gave a firm squeeze to and then slowly down the inside of my thighs which she gently pulled a little further apart. Then one hand came up to my softened dick and gently gripped it, her fingers easily encircling it, my dick disappearing completely in her large hand. With her other hand, she reached out and cupped my dangling balls, moving her fingers to the top of the sack and again easily encircling it. She started to squeeze the sack, slowly at first and then a little firmer as she spoke.

"You know that I am strictly a top, don't you Kelly.

"Ye . . . yes," I stammered, surprised at the sudden, tight grip on my tender parts.

"Yes what Kelly?" She said, emphasizing the seriousness of the question by gripping my ball sack tighter.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, catching on quickly to the role play.

"That's better Kelly. Now, you know what a top is don't you Kelly?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do," I continued to play the part, not sure where this was going.

"Then tell me what it means just so I'm sure you really know."

"It means you're in charge Mistress."

"And what else does it mean?" She asked in a quiet but firm tone.

"It means, well it means that you're on top, when we, . . . when we, . . ."

"When we fuck, is that the word you're looking for Kelly."

"Yes Mistress," I replied meekly.

"And when I say fuck, you understand that it's me fucking you. All of my holes are off-limits. Do you understand that?"

"Yes Mistress Naomi," I said, using her full title to emphasize that I understood my role in this party.

"And you do want me to fuck you, don't you Kelly?"

"Yes Mistress, I do," I said automatically, wondering how my game of light bondage with Katherine had spun so quickly into something apparently more serious.

"How badly do you want it?"

"Very badly, Mistress," I continued still not sure where this was going.

"Badly enough to work for it?"

"Yes Mistress, badly enough to work for it," I answered, mirroring her question with my answer.

"Badly enough to do what I tell you to do, without questions?"

"Yes Mistress, badly enough to do whatever you tell me to do," I said, hoping this was just role play warm-up and not really an open-ended commitment to do anything. I was still determined to hold fast to my health/safety limits but made the decision at that moment that short of endangering myself, I would obey her.

"Good, then I think we understand each other," she said in almost a whisper as she released the pressure on my ball sack and gently massaging my dick before letting go.

She walked around the bed, checking out the attachment point leather straps and rings, and the tethers connecting them to my cuffs.

"Mind if I change how he's arranged a little Katherine," she said, more as a statement of her intent than a question.

"Help yourself Naomi. I just had him 'mish' so I thought a little 'doggie' style was in order.

"Yes, I'm sure you did," Naomi said smiling. "But I have a couple of ideas that will add to the fun."

Left unsaid, was "fun" for who. I hoped she meant all of us.

The first thing she did was loosen the tethers holding my ankles to the rear attachment points. Then she moved back up to the head of the bed, leaned over and released my wrist cuffs from the corner attachment points. As she did so, her magnificent breasts hung close to my face. My eyes were locked on those delicious looking melons. They swayed back and forth with every movement, even imprisoned as they were in the black halter and gauzy cover up.

I was a little surprised when she released my wrists from the attachment points, having assumed that she wanted stricter bondage. Naomi cleared up my misunderstanding pretty quickly when she immediately bound my wrists together using the outer velcro straps of the super cuffs (Each cuff was held on by both an inner and a much longer outer velcro strip that can connect through the rings of the other cuff before tightly encircling its own cuff.).

Naomi put one knee on the bed before leaning over and removing one of the corner attachment points and moving it to the bottom horizontal bar of the headboard, between the two center vertical bars. Deftly, she connected my joined wrist cuffs to this new, center attachment point. My hands were now closely pressed against the center two posts of the headboard and really had no comfortable position other than to grip the posts.

I took a closer look at the headboard since my hands were right up against it and noticed for the first time just how solid and heavy it was. It consisted mainly of vertical, wrought iron columns about an inch and a half in diameter, the same distance apart and about four feet high. The columns were framed by heavy, flat iron rails as wide as the columns and about a half inch thick. The columns were further strengthened by three horizontal cross-ties about a foot apart from bottom to top and welded to the columns. The arrangement provided numerous perfect attachment points for bondage.

As I was observing the headboard, Naomi came back around to the other side of the bed where the various bondage items I had brought were strewn about. She picked up a few of them and set them aside. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself between my legs. Picking up two of the items she had set aside, thigh cuffs, she put them on me tightly on the upper part of my thighs, well above the widest part of my leg.

"Bring me another pillow Katherine," she said, her tone indicating to me that she was accustomed to issuing directions to her.

"Sure Naomi, there's another one in the closet."

Katherine retrieved the additional pillow and handed it to Naomi.

"Okay Kelly, up on your knees," Naomi ordered, tapping my hips with her fingers to indicate that she wanted them up higher. There was plenty of slack on my ankle tethers, so I had no difficulty rising up.

"Good boy, now back up until your arms are completely straight and keep those hips up."

I gripped the center posts tighter for leverage and slowly backed up with my knees until my arms were completely straight. As soon as I stopped, I felt her hand on my dangling balls, tugging them down. I looked back between my legs and saw she was pulling them down to make room for a neoprene ball stretcher I had brought. About an inch and a half wide, it provided a very nice stretch on the ball sack and had an additional ball divider strap with a d-ring for hanging weights.

It didn't take her long to get the ball stretcher on me. I had trimmed my pubic hairs away from the base of my cock and balls so stray hairs didn't get in the way. It snapped on easily, causing my balls to bulge out of the bottom, immediately turning dark pink. The question of whether she was going to use the ball divider strap was answered quickly when I felt it being brought up between my balls and snapped into place. Looking down between my legs, I saw my two, distinctly separate testicles bulging out of the bottom of the stretcher on either side of the dividing strap.

"Mmmmmm . . . nice, very nice," Naomi said softly as she used the tips of her fingers to explore the bumps and ridges now standing out in stark relief from my well squeezed balls. I winced a bit as she pressed down on one of them, testing my reaction.

"You are a little sensitive there, aren't you Kelly?" she said with a slight laugh, seeming to enjoy the discovery.

"Yes Mistress, very sensitive. I like the feeling of tightness around them, but I'm not into pain. Ball bondage, not torture is what I enjoy."

"I don't remember asking you what you enjoy Kelly," she said with a suddenly changed tone of sternness. I could feel the pressure of her fingertips increasing on my very sensitive orbs.

"Na . . . No, no, I know you didn't ask Mistress. I just thought you might want to know, that's all," I said with difficulty as the pain from her fingertips increased.

"Don't think so much Kelly. Just listen attentively and obey immediately, that's all you have to do."

"Ye . . . yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry," I said between panting breaths as I fought to control my reactions to the mounting pain.

Naomi continued to finger my balls as Katherine moved about the perimeter of the bed, repositioning the bed frame attachment points. I had heard no specific instructions to Katherine from Naomi to do this, but Katherine moved with speed and certainty. As I watched her move about deftly re-positioning the straps and tethers, it occurred to me that Katherine must have done this before with Naomi. This was no thrown together tag-team. They had obviously worked together many times before this. I also had the sense that Katherine was not just Naomi's roommate and TS call-girl partner. There was some sort of relationship there. What it was I was not sure, but it was clear that between the two of them, Naomi was definitely in charge.

With my mind mainly focused on Naomi's hand massaging my balls, it seemed just a matter of moments before Katherine had all of the attachment points and tethers in place and hooked up. She moved about the perimeter of the bed pulling on the tether tails to tighten them. First she did the ankles, taking the slack out of the tethers but not pulling them completely tight. Then the tethers attached to my thighs; again just removing the slack but not pulling them taut.

Katherine went around to the foot of the bed and handed a tether clip end to Naomi. The other end was connected to an attachment point placed at the bottom-center of the wrought iron footboard. Naomi gripped my ball sack firmly and pulled them down and back, then clipped the tether to the d-ring at the bottom of the ball divider. Naomi slowly removed the slack from the tether connecting my ball sack to the bottom center of the footboard. Unlike the tethers on my legs, she went beyond just taking the slack out and put a real strain on the line.

"Ohh . . . Oh," I grunted more in surprise than pain as my ball sack was drawn back and the attachment point for my wrist cuffs prevented me from backing up to reduce the strain. I was being stretched at the shoulders and balls, being drawn apart. Just as I started to panic and began moaning loudly, Naomi stopped pulling on the tether tail. I had begun shaking a little, quivering in sudden fear as the "scene" started to go beyond what I had expected.

I continued to moan softly as Naomi and Katherine worked in perfect, practiced unison to bind my legs open. Naomi placed her hands against the inside of my thighs and pushed them further apart. As she did so, Katherine moved quickly to remove the new slack in the thigh tethers, pulling first one and then the other tautly. I don't know whether I was surprised or just stunned at the turn of events but I did not resist at all as my knees were spread apart to their utmost capacity before being secured tightly in that position. Similarly, Naomi gripped first one ankle and then the other as Katherine pulled on each ankle tether to secure them at their widest possible stretch.

I was panting now in both pain and fear as my hips and shoulder joints burned with the pain of the stretch and my balls ached from the pressure of the stretcher-divider and severe bondage to the footboard. Suddenly, I felt cold, very cold and began to shiver. I was perspiring heavily; I was completely covered by a thin layer of slick sweat. My mouth was open as I sucked in air like a fish out of water. I couldn't move in any direction without greatly ramping up the pain in my stretched joints or balls

I looked up at Katherine who was now climbing back onto the bed near my stretched arms. I looked up at her and in s a soft, pleading voice said:

"Too tight, it's . . . it's too tight. Please . . . please . . ."

Katherine didn't respond at first. In another move that surprised me, she suddenly swung her leg over my upper torso and sat down heavily on my upper back, pinning my upper chest to the mattress and causing me to open my mouth wide and cry out in pain. It was obviously the reaction she wanted, because with expert speed and precision, she immediately wedged a ring gag into my mouth, placing it behind my upper and lower front teeth and then drawing it very tightly around the back of my head until the straps dug deeply into the corners of my mouth folding them inward.

I grunted in surprise and pain but little came out after she stuffed a pair of panties into the open ring. My jaw was spread so widely that it felt like it was about to dislocate. I tried to yell as loudly as I could but only a feeble, muffled groan resulted. This had gone from an incredibly sexy experience to some kind of unknown adventure and now seemed to be crossing over into nightmare territory. I didn't know where this was going but I realized for the first time that bound and gagged as I was, that I was just a passenger along the for ride. I not only had no control over the route or destination but could no longer even communicate either my desires or objections. I could only hope that they weren't some sort of team of demented serial killers because I was done for if they were.




Crossing Over to Cross Dressing



I had over time developed some kinky sexual tendencies, I was fascinated with lesbians and always wanted to get in a three way with two of them. I read stories about them and rented tapes and then DVDs. Lesbians, Lesbians, Lesbians....mmmmm I just could not get enough of them. Fantasy is one thing and reality is usually something opposite. My Lesbian quest still lingers and I realize it will not likely pan out. 

For a long time I had and still do have the BDSM, dominant female sub male kink. That one was easier as there are professional providers that supply the fantasy. I explored that facet for a while and it was really fulfilling but expensive. I had a few regular providers. Those stories I guess will eventually be written, and there are some really good ones too. In a way my BDSM kink led me to write this.

Part of the lure of the female dominatrix was total submission. The thing that really boiled my blood was being feminized and then fucked with a strap on. When I occasionally got what I wanted, it was intense as hot as hell. The problem with this was that the Dommes that do it are really far and few in between. Going to a Domme and wearing some ratty female clothes that dozens of other perverts like me wore was not appealing. So I started acquiring my own wardrobe. It got pretty extensive, heels, wigs, sexy lingerie, skirts, dresses, and the whole package so to speak. After a while my blood was no longer boiling and I wound up moving and essentially leaving my known favorites. I discarded all my play things and refrained from the scene. It had gotten the point where I did meet nonprofessionals and had several group play events.

Looking for a place in a new city that you don't know is tough. I had a real estate woman help me find a waterfront condo, she was older by about ten years than me but still well put together and quite attractive. We eventually hooked up; I offered to take her out as thanks for her work after I moved in. We went to dinner and back to my place, she was divorced and tired of middle aged divorced guys trying to get at her honey pot. We started a torrid affair, I fucked her silly and she was appreciative as most of the guys she dated came once and were done, we fucked all afternoon and into the night, she lost her inhibitions and sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. She never had swallowed cum until we met, she always told me how good I tasted and that her husband's cum was disgusting and she spit it out on the rare occasion that she sucked his cock, usually once a year on his birthday because he begged her. She wasn't a complete prude by any means. As we went on, she opened up and started telling me about her sexual escapades. She told me of how she had a few lesbian affairs when she was married, try as I did, I could not get her to bring another woman into the picture.

She was about 5'8" and 125lbs and sandy blond shoulder length hair, nice 38Ds with big brown areola and big eraser nipples, I loved sucking on them and she loved having them sucked. Her stories continued when we were in bed she would tell me about the time her husband was drunk and essentially raped her. To get back at him, she got a strap on and got him drunk and fucked his mouth and ass with the strap on. I told her that it was the hottest story I had ever heard and over time told her I wanted her to do that to me. She also told me about a lawyer she dated, when he had a big case in court she told me that he would dress in women's lingerie under his suit and tie. Again I told her how hot that story made me, she figured it out as I had a hard on that she sucked until I came in her mouth. 

She started playing porn on her TV in the bedroom when we were fucking. She said that she bought dildos and they sent tapes in the pack, probably a lie but I said OK. She wound up showing me a collection of porn that you would not believe. The more I got to know her the kinkier things got. 

Circling back to one of the things I told her about the strap on and wearing lingerie, we were between fucking and sucking and lying on the bed watching porn and she got up and put on a different video. This one had she-males fucking guys. My cock jumped and started to grow, she said "I thought you might like this" and started sucking my cock, she slid up and down my shaft and took periodic breaks to talk dirty to me. Telling me she wanted to see me take a shemale cock in my mouth and then watch as I got fucked in the ass like a bitch. This dirty talk was sending me into a different realm of hard on and it kept up, she sucked me, then stopped and talked dirty, she flipped around and sat her soft pussy on my mouth and we settled into a burning hot 69. I ate her pussy like I never had before. She was hornier then I had ever experienced. She bucked down on my face and grinded her pussy lips up and down my face. She came up for air and stopped sucking my cock and just rode my face while she screamed how she was going to dress me up in her clothes and fuck me with her strap on like a bitch.

She flooded and actually squirted pussy juice all over my face, I actually swallowed a few mouthfuls of her hot sweet sticky nectar and I was still covered with cum. She fell between my legs and sucked me off, I blew a load like I had never done before, I was in her complete control and that was strange as I had pretty much dominated her and fucked her silly at my whim until that day. Oh my god! This is true and not wishful thinking.

The next time we met we went to a sex shop and bought dildos, butt plugs and a strap on. I paid for the items, of course there was a woman at the cashier and Jane went out of her way to tell the girl that she was going to use all of it on me after she dressed me in her clothes. Which is exactly what she did, hot as hell. I basically did what she wanted and never said no. She went into her closet and picked out a few things and told me to put them on, black stockings, black panties and bra. No shoes as her feet were smaller than mine. I said to her "what no skirt or blouse?" She laughed and came out of the closet with a skirt and blouse and had me put them on too. The sex toys were totally hot and she kept telling me how she was going to go back to the store and get the female cashier and bring her back to show her how I looked all dressed up. 

Eventually, she wound up moving halfway across the country and we lost touch. My attempts to find a replacement never materialized.

Some time elapsed after she left and I continued my kink by myself, watching porn and searching for a replacement.

I had two back to back business trips scheduled and I was packing for a long trip and had a big bag that would need to be checked. Then I had a bright idea, I could drive my car to the second city of the trip that was only about two hours from home, I could fly out of that city to the first meeting in Las Vegas, then fly back have my second meeting and then drive home. Then I would not have to pack one bag for the whole trip. I took the stuff out of the big bag and packed two smaller ones, leaving one in the car for the second part of the trip. No checked bag, no problem!

I get to Vegas and I have about 2 hours to my first meeting, yes Vegas, business, no fun. It's hot as hell in Vegas as expected, so by the time I get to the room I am soaked in sweat. I grab a shower and come out open my bag and realize I left all the under wear in the other bag in the car. I run down to the Lobby of the MGM where I am staying and none of the shops in the mall have underwear, unbelievable! I also have no socks as well. I run out side and look around and see no prospects, unbelievably, a souvenir stand for some unknown reason has a bag of socks for sale. Sock problem solved! Now it is time to decide whether I go with no briefs or press on. So I get in my rental and set the GPS to a shopping center that will have what I need. 

Well the story doesn't get any easier, the traffic is horrendous and the 5 miles to the store becomes a bridge too far. I am about to turn around a go back and see a drug store. I pull in and hope for the best. I go up and down the aisles no luck. The last aisle down the far end has packs of underwear, but they are women's panties! So I am staring at the display and decide what the hell, but what size to pick and what type? There is a four pack of panties that are not too skimpy, but definitely feminine. I need four and decide to take medium as I am fairly slim, large might be too big and small, well you know, it's like Goldilocks. 

I get back to the room and I am soaked in sweat again so I take another shower. Now I have 4 panties, white, tan, black and pink. I figure to wear the black on the plane as they look the most like men's. I put on the tan and immediately feel the silky smooth feel to them, hard on ensues and I get dressed and go to meeting semi hard. I cannot stop thinking about the panties the whole time I am wearing them.

The second night there I go out with friend and we meet a few ladies and we are making headway with them. Mine is a cute brunette there to gamble and party. My friend is very smooth and a ladies man all the way, he always winds up with chicks. He paves the way for me and later I am on the elevator up to my room with the brunette. Oh yeah, now I just happen to have the pink panties on, what in God's name am I going to do? She has already rubbed my crotch and said how much she loves oral sex especially 69. I told her that was my favorite too, which is true.

I only turn on one light and we make our way to the minibar and pop the small bottle of wine. What the hell I think to myself, I am never going to see her again. So we start making out on the bed and we strip down, she sees the pink panties and asks me if I always wear women's undies? I just said "sometimes" She says "standup" I stand up and she motions her hand in a circle and I spin around. She says "Damn, you look cute as hell in those, I'm jealous." 

We fucked and sucked like nobody's business, she wanted to see me again the next night so I said OK, she asked me what I would be wearing and I told her I would surprise he, then I said "let's trade." I kept her much smaller panties that were dark pink mesh with little bows and she took my light pinks silkies. I said, "Now you know what I will be wearing."

The next morning I put on her panties and of course, got stiff. The whole day I kept getting hard, the mesh of these panties was a different feeling than the silky one I had on. I went back to my room at lunch and lay on the bed and jerked off, careful not to get any cum on her panties as I figured she'd want them back later.

I met her at a bar and we had a few drinks and then went to dinner. On the way back she wanted to stop at a strip joint and check out the place, her friends said they would not go to a place like that so she wanted me to take her. Of course I was game, Gina got into it after a few more expensive drinks. She was slipping bills into garter belts and thongs like she had been doing it for years. She whispered to one of the dancers who eventually came over to us and did the customary chatting before they hit you up to spend more money. This one was a knock out (like all of them) a tall blond with big tits and nipples. She came over and sat on my lap and started grinding her crotch on mine. I got hard and she was intent on making me cum in my pants. I could not resist and went with it. After last night and the load at lunch, I knew I would not have too big a load. She was flopping her tits in my face and grinding hard on my crotch when I came. She bit my ear in a playful way and said "I hope you clean her pink panties before you give then back to her." 

I almost came again.

Back to my room for round two which is now hotter than last night. She has my silks on and I have her mesh panties on. She kept telling me how she never would have thought that she would get turned on by a guy in panties and that all her guys from now on would wear them. I wound up convincing her that I should keep hers and she could keep mine. I promised her I would wear them on the plane back east, which I did. I went to the bathroom a few times on the plane to check them out. 

So that is how I was reintroduced to wearing panties and eventually wearing more and more women's things. I thought I would throw each pair away as I wore them on the trip but I wound up taking them back with me. I wore them on most business trips and started buying more and more, panties, bras, pantyhose and stockings. I would wear them while I was traveling on business. I had a storage unit for company goods; I kept my "things" there in a suitcase. Eventually I acquired breast forms, wigs and an assortment of sexy heels as well. I can virtually pass and recently went out in public.

The story progresses.....stay tuned....this is all 100% true.