3 comments/ 19682 views/ 7 favorites If Your Heart Surrenders By: PompousBuffoon (Author's note: I have been trying to step out of my comfort zone. I originally wrote this back in January, inspired by a lyric from an old '80s song. I had intended to publish it for Valenine's Day. But something was wrong. It took a few insightful comments from my friend Anne to get it back on track. As usual, reader votes and comments are most appreciated.) Al finished chaining down the snow blower in the bed of his pickup truck. He got the computerized electric meter out of his tool chest and slipped into his pocket. Then he got the roof rake and began to trudge back up Marlene's newly cleared driveway. Henry, Marlene and Al's former High School math teacher and Marlene's next door neighbor called out, "Hey Al, thanks for clearing my drive and my walkways!" Al looked over at Henry then at Charlie as he emerged from their house and joked: "Hey Henry, hey Charlie; I was clearing Marlene's and thought that should butter up my second favorite county assemblyman. Henry leaned on the fence and chuckled. Charlie grasped Henry possessively by the shoulders, squared his own shoulders and teased, "If anybody is going to start buttering up my Henry, he is going to have to butter me up first!" Al chortled, "Sure Charlie, I'll get started thinking of something nice to do for you as well." Charlie leaned on his unused broom then waved his arm expansively around at the cleared drive and walkways, "Well the 'Blow-Jobs' that you gave to Marlene and then to my Henry and I this morning were a fine way to start. Stop by later, Henry and I can put our heads together later and think of how you might earn our special favor!" Al leaned on the long handles of his roof rake and smiled, "Easy there 'Joy-Boy,' I'm only trying to curry favor with Henry and Marlene, besides: I wouldn't want for Henry to get jealous!" Charlie sounded almost hurt while he eyed the roof rake, "Yes, I see that Marlene is in for a higher level of SERVICE than either my Henry or I, will ever rate!" Al chuckled, "Well, Marlene did hire me to install solar panels on the roof and to build a Florida room for her hot tub around back. I just thought that I'd make sure that the weight of the snow doesn't cause any problems later. Henry interrupted, "Charlie, why don't you go ahead and clear off the SUV? I'd like to talk to Al for a moment." Charlie kissed Henry and went off to begin to sweep the eight inches of snow off of the couple's SUV. Al chuckled, "He never gives up trying to get me to switch teams, I have to give him credit there Henry!" Henry shrugged, "That is one of Charlie's most endearing qualities Al. Anyway, I just wanted to congratulate you on getting the go-ahead for the renovation of those bungalows down in Sea Girt. I signed the contracts last night after the vote. You should get them by mail shortly." Al smiled enthusiastically, "Well that's great news Henry! So, you took the vote last night? I wonder why Marlene didn't say anything about it when I arrived this morning." Henry mentioned cautiously, "It was Marlene who pushed the vote up to last night's meeting. She argued strongly in your favor before the assembly. After the fine work that you and your crew did on those houses in town, the Belmar Sports Pub, Marlene's Club Fantasia and the Seaside sports center; the rest of the assembly couldn't deny benefits to tourism, not to mention the increased tax revenues. They all fell right into line and made the vote was unanimous." Al leaned on his roof rake and continued to wonder why Marlene, one of his oldest friends hadn't say anything about this latest good fortune. Henry ventured, "I know that I shouldn't be mentioning this, but Marlene has been a little nervous. It isn't that she doubts your abilities as a contractor; I think that she might be concerned that now, you won't need her anymore." Al stammered, "Well that's not going to happen. I mean, her Real Estate agency doesn't usually handle any listings down in Sea Girt. Anyway I won't be controlling who will get the listings, I assumed that the council would; all that Marlene would have to do is to put in her bid." Henry put a hand on Al's arm, "It isn't money or any of that Al. Marlene came back home after that party that you threw for you construction crews up at your Sports Pub. She cried to me that you couldn't repeat enough to your friends about how this contract meant 'freedom' for you and for all of your men. Al, Marlene is frightened that now that you have this very lucrative contract, YOU won't need HER anymore." Al felt like he had been hit over the head by a two by four. "Of course I need Marlene, she's my best friend! Between her Real Estate office and my Contractor business, we've revitalized half of the town together! We own the two bars, we bowl on the same team; we were planning to play in a poker tournament together at the Borgata tonight." Charlie came back with the broom. Al continued, "That's just silly! Doesn't she know that I_" Al stopped himself from saying the word. "Oh damn it Henry! What would a woman like Marlene want with me anyway?" Henry pointed out, "Al, you used to defend Marlene when she was just skinny little 'Mark' back in school. You keep telling me that since you got back from the service, the two of you have been making your living together. Why, except for her house being here and you camping out in the apartment above the Pub, you two practically live together already! Now stop, stop for just a moment; stop thinking like a 'free man' and start thinking like a lonely frightened woman who is facing the thought of losing the most important man in her world." Al protested weakly, "But, Marlene is the best player on the softball team, and the bowling team; Marlene owns the FANTASIA." Charlie stabbed a finger gently into Al's, "Marlene owns the club that the Gay and Lesbian community have made their second home; but she PLAYS on the teams that are sponsored by the owner of the Sports Pub!" Henry handed over the snow shovel and took the broom from Charlie, "Thanks for clearing that up for us Charlie; why don't you finish the SUV for me?" Henry let things sink in for a moment before he changed the subject. "So, you say a poker tournament over Valentine's week at the Borgata?" Al was almost startled out of his reverie. "Um yeah, I have a couple of rooms there for the rest of the week right next to the Water Club." Henry grinned, "The Borgata for Valentine's Day; so should I take it that you're FINALLY 'feeling LUCKY?'" Al stammered, "Um yeah, I mean NO! I mean: we have TWO rooms Henry, I er_" Henry smile grew even broader, "You are absolutely clueless to why Marlene does all that she does for you, aren't you Al?" Al looked and started to laugh at the good natured ribbing. "Henry, stop making it sound like I was one of Marlene's renovation projects!" Henry deadpanned, "Don't underestimate Marlene's power to make you into a new man Al." Al stopped and just stared stupidly at Henry. Henry chuckled, "Oh Al, breaking your balls is so easy! Say, listen: I have a few upgrades at the Borgata, why don't you let me use them on those rooms?" Al chuckled, "Yeah sure Henry, I'd be much obliged! Well um, I'd better go and tend to my solar panels and my skylights now." Henry took out his cell phone and smiled a friendly smile, "Sure Al, go ahead and tend to YOUR solar panels and to YOUR skylights; knock yourself out." Al stood on the bottom edge of the roof and after he had finished clearing the soft fluffy snow from the solar panels. Then Al used the broom attachment of the roof rake to clear the last of the snow that dusted the glass skylights of the ten by fifteen foot Florida room below. Al leaned his rake against the eave next to the ladder and moved back to the center, settling over the main junction box of the solar panel array. He took out his computerized electric meter and started the regimen of diagnostic tests to ensure that the panels were all on line and adding power to the house's power grid. As the meter started the first of the tests, Al crouched over the sky lights below and let his mind run over the information that he had gotten from Henry and from Charlie. Al wondered why Marlene would ever doubt him. Sure, Al had been surprised when he had come home from the service and Mark was now Marlene; the owner of the town's Gay bar. It didn't matter to Al if she called herself Mark or Marlene these days. She was still strong, intelligent, ballsy, startlingly attractive and now she was a county leader, a successful Real Estate Agent and she took an interest in becoming reacquainted with a broken down, returning veteran. The electric meter beeped to let Al know that the first of the tests had finished successfully. Al glanced at the readout as he remembered his reaction to Marlene, all dressed in a tasteful, sexy black cocktail dress, sitting next to him at the Sports Pub as he rallied the troops who were starting to get tired of waiting for their next job. As Al sat crouched on the roof, Al saw Marlene walking into the room below dressed in a bath robe. Marlene's long chestnut hair hung half way down her back. She walked up to the hot tub. Marlene put a cooler down on the second step of the tub below then leaned over to test the water. Al watched, fascinated as Marlene stood with her back to Al untying her robe. Al held his breath as Marlene let the robe slip down and draped the robe on a chair revealing a tanned, slender, but lithely muscular body. The vision of loveliness, wore only a pair of black panties and her gold mesh cord choker as she tied her hair into a pony-tail. As Al watched mesmerized, as Marlene shimmy out of her panties, he thought to himself: how ridiculous it was for Henry and Charlie to have suggested that a woman a lovely as this, would even give a man like him a second look, let alone could possibly be_ The electric meter beeped softly as the second test finished successfully. Al remembered the scene: there he was sitting next to Marlene at the Sports Pub. The eyes of every man in his construction crew were stealing lustful glances at mysterious and gorgeous chestnut haired woman who sat sipping her champagne, laughing at Al's jokes while nervously fingering her gold choker. Al felt a bit of anger rising: not even one of those slobs were worthy to stand in the same room as Marlene; and here they were openly lusting for her in a bar like she were some common whore! Al, for his part had prattled blithely on and on about his days with Army Engineers in Iraq and in Afghanistan, telling the guys that the one dream that every man in his squad had, had been the day that they would finally be free to go anywhere and to be anything that they wanted to be! Al blinked as Marlene climbed up and into the tub. Al stared as Marlene splashed some of the warm water on her naked body: her toned thighs; shapely bottom; her slim waist; with just a hint of her lovely B-cup breasts and a pert pink nipple shamelessly peaking around from under one of her arms. Al heard an insistent beeping from somewhere next to him on the roof as Marlene look up and turned fully around. Al stared as Marlene's soft brown eyes and her plump lips smiled up at him. Al breathlessly allowed his eyes to travel downward. He admired her gorgeous pert breasts and her taut tummy until; there it was, hanging flaccidly between her slim thighs. Marlene reached into the cooler and took out two long necked beer bottles. Al frantically stabbed a finger at the electric meter to silence the insolent noise while Marlene twisted one of the caps off, gracefully lifted one arm to chug her beer down. After she was finished, Marlene tossed the 'Dead Soldier' onto the near-by recycle can. Then she held the other bottle up to her smiling lips, looking up at Al with an inviting twinkle in her eyes. Al smiled stupidly and blinked. He tapped his watch and held up five fingers. Marlene smiled a confident smile and settled down into a seat beneath the warm water. Her finger touched a button and immediately, streams of bubbles erupted from the tub's sixteen jets all around her. Al put Marlene's ladder and his roof rake away in the garage, he put the meter back into his truck then he let himself in through Marlene's front door. Al called out over the soft humming of the hot tub. Marlene called back, "The news reported that the storm is wrapping back around. We're expecting eight more inches of snow starting this afternoon into late tonight. The Atlantic City airport has canceled all flights; but the Parkway and the Expressway are still opened. I called the Borgata; they say that the tournament may be postponed until tomorrow morning if people have trouble getting in. Come on back Al, why don't you join me? You must be frozen stiff!" Al hung up his coat and took off his boots. Then he walked back to the Florida room. He hesitated when he saw that Marlene still sat naked in the tub, but was modestly crossing her arm in front of her breasts. Al averted his eyes and leaned in the doorway. "Do you greet all of your male guests, like this?" Marlene raised an eyebrow, "Only you Al. I've been trying to get your undivided attention for years now!" Al cleared his throat nervously, "Marlene, when I was making a complete jerk out of myself at the Pub the other night, why didn't you say something?" Marlene smiled and blinked, saying nothing. Al looked directly into Marlene's eyes. "I was only trying to keep the men's spirits up; keep them together until we heard about the contract for the work down in Sea Girt. If I said nothing and let the men split up, I'd always be able to find more guys. Yeah, some of the lucky ones might be able to get something in this economy, but what I was promising were local, long-term jobs. And I'm sorry to steal your thunder here Marlene, but Henry told me: it was you who came through for my men. Marlene, I never meant to hurt you, I am so sorry; please, tell me that you'll forgive me." Marlene looked up cheerily and chided gently, "Well dude, don't go all 'EMO' on me now!" Al glanced around self consciously then shrugged, "Well uh, maybe we should get a move-on and get down to the hotel before that snow starts up again. I'll call one of my guys and have them stop by to run the snow blower again tomorrow morning and to brush the heaviest snow off of the glass roof. You know; I er, I have been really looking forward to spending some time with my best friend, my best friend since, well, since forever. So what do you say: dinner, maybe some dancing at the club; we can worry about whatever else tomorrow!" Marlene stood up and smiled brightly, "I'd like that Al!" Al let his eyes travel down Marlene's naked body once again until he stared at the incongruous sight hanging long and limp at the apex of her thighs. Al gulped nervously and breathed, "Marlene, since I came back from overseas, I've always wondered: someone as beautiful, as wonderful as you, you could have just snapped your fingers at any time and you could have had ANYONE that you wanted." Marlene smiled and snapped her fingers. Al smiled a crooked smile and mumbled, "Ahem, yeah er, well we better hurry." Marlene smiled confidently as Al scurried out. The ride down the parkway was uneventful and quiet. Al didn't seem to want to talk much and Marlene decided not to push it. The snow started to fall softly as they drove down the Garden State Parkway, then more forcefully as they drove along Route 30 towards the entrance of the Borgata. Al finally asked: "Marlene; was it difficult; since High School I mean?" Marlene stared out the window, "No, that part wasn't difficult. You used to protect me from all of the bullies back in High School." Marlene cupped her breasts, "Then you went away and, well I suppose that the hardest part has been the waiting." Al chuckled nervously as he pulled into the parking deck, "Well that's surprising, I mean, all of the things that you must have gone through after your Mom passed away; I mean the counseling, the hormones. I would have been scared out of my mind!" Marlene remembered, "Well the counseling helped and I tried the hormones for a little while, but I didn't like all of the effects. So I reduced the dosage all the way down to the minimum and didn't bother with any surgeries." Marlene changed the subject, "Um, I was talking about the waiting for my best friend to come home safely! Al, even back in school, I always knew what I wanted you; what I didn't know was what you wanted. It never really came up before you went off to the service." Al pulled into a parking space and mumbled, "Yeah ah, that may take a little more time Marlene. This is all still really new to me. I mean don't get me wrong, it's like Henry said: I've already built a life with you, but I mean, would being with you mean that I've been gay all along, or would you be turning me gay? I mean I've been with women, you know; and uh_" Al just sat searching for the right words when he felt Marlene squeeze his arm. "Why don't you start by turning the truck off and then we can go check into our rooms? We have the rest of the week for you to figure out if you really want me or not. Nobody down here knows me. We will just be a couple of people having some fun together: shopping, strolling, dining, dancing, playing some cards and maybe even winning some money together?" Al smiled lamely and nodded, "That much I can do." The clerk at the check-in desk smiled pleasantly and reasoned, "I am sorry sir; the snow has forced the many of the weekend guests to extend their stay with us. We don't have another room in the hotel!" Al reasoned patiently, "But I had TWO rooms reserved!" The pretty young clerk smiled, "Yes, your other party; Henry Rollins and Charles Banks, checked into the Presidential suite about a half an hour ago. We had the bouquets of flowers and the bottle of champagne delivered to the Honeymoon suite; and your reservations for dinner are in at the SeaBlue restaurant for seven o'clock, just as you ordered." Just then Marlene arrived at the check-in desk. "Bad news Al, the tournament is canceled due to the highways and the airport shutting down. I suppose that we'll just have to play cash games tonight; Al is everything alright?" Al took the pen and signed in, "Yes; everything is fine. Henry and Charlie have already checked in; here you go darling, just sign in under my name." Marlene took the pen and signed the register. Al offered his arm to the confused Marlene as the bell cap led the way with the luggage wagon. After a silent ride up to the top floor of the hotel tower, the bell cap let the couple into Honeymoon Suite. Al gallantly swept Marlene up into his arms and carried her in, gently setting her by the king-sized bed, just up the steps from the sunken living room with the television, the couch and the hot tub. Al tossed his coat onto the bed, tipped the bell cap and herded him back out the door, while Marlene stripped off her coat and left it on the bed. Marlene watched as Al started to fumble with the bottle of champagne, "But Al, I thought that you said we had separate rooms?" Al popped the cork and poured the first glass, "Yes, we did, but somewhere along the way we've picked up a couple of 'Dan Cupids' who have decided to help us move things along." Al handed Marlene her glass and poured the second glass, "So, to us!" Marlene touched her glass to Al's glass, "Al, are you sure that this is what you really want?" Al led Marlene down to the hot tub and touched a few buttons, turning on the heat and the gentle whisper of the bubbling jets while he nodded confidently, "I may some need help figuring out what to do with some of the equipment, but I'm sure that my best friend and I will figure it all out before long!" If Your Heart Surrenders They drank their toast and smiled. Then Al took Marlene into his arms and kissed her. Al cuddled Marlene warmly, "Would you like some music? I think that some of the television channels play music." Marlene reached for the TV remote and found a suitable channel. She slipped off the straps of her dress, letting it fall to the floor as she turned back. Al took her back into his arms and began to dance slowly to the soft music. He caressed her flanks and smiled as he felt her naked breasts pressing into his chest and the undeniable bulge in the front of her panties rubbing against his stiffing cock. He felt Marlene swaying seductively as she unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his trousers. Then he felt her pushing him back against the radiator and into a space between the half opened drapes as she sank to her knees. Marlene looked up and smiled as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Al breathed a contented sigh as Marlene continued to look up at him and slipped his boxers down, freeing his raging boner. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure as his naked cock nestled against the smoothness of her cheek. Al ran his fingers through her long hair as Marlene removed his shoes and then slipped his pants off; first one leg then the other. Marlene licked his balls and gently nibbled along the underside of the twitching length of his cock, from the hairy base, all the way to the soft, sensitive head. She looked up to see his smile of appreciation and she felt his gentle fingers tickling the back of her head, encouraging her to go on. In one swift motion, she turned, parted her lips and took half of his expectant cock into her mouth, resting the throbbing organ on her warm wet tongue. After another impudent glance, Marlene leaned forward. Al caught his breath as he felt his cock slide all the way into her warm, wet velvet mouth. Al moaned as he felt the most delicious pressure clamping around his cock's head and all along the length of his cock. Marlene pulled back and plunged forward, over and over again. Her warm, sucking mouth gyrating all around as she worked his dick with just her bobbing head. Her tongue darted to and fro, all around his cock and even down to tease his scrotum as she deep-throated him, over and over again. Al grunted his approval rasping, "Oh yeah, like that; oh yeah Marlene, just like that!" Al felt his breath heave in and out of his lungs and he felt gut and his balls tighten and jet suddenly as he came in Marlene' mouth. Al looked down and saw Marlene resting her smiling lips on the tip of his dick, holding his cock in one hand, with saliva dripping off of her fingers. "That was really, really amazing!" Marlene smiled wickedly, "So Al, are you feeling 'Gay' yet?" Al sighed with a goofy grin. "Well, I'm definitely feeling 'Happy!'" Marlene smiled and plunged her face forward, resting her nose deep in his pubes as she slipped her dripping fingers behind his thighs, finding his puckered hole. Then she pressed gently upward. Al startled as a slippery wet finger slid deep into his gripping rectum. He looked down, shocked. Marlene looked up with the tip of his throbbing cock between her lips. She let his bulging cockhead pop out of her mouth, withdrawing her finger slightly. Then she gently pressed her dripping finger back upward into his startled ass. She carefully and gently caressed his prostate as she continued to pump her finger slowly in and out of his hole, smiling sweetly, "How about now Al: am I turning you 'GAY' yet?" Al huffed as the unexpected and definitely thrilling sensation boggled his mind. The now familiar warmth of Marlene's expert mouth resumed its work on his throbbing cock. "Gay; well um; oh Marlene; ungh; gay; um, well, I don't know what I'm feeling, but, oh! Marlene!" Al opened his eyes as Marlene stood and spun him around, pushing him by the back of his neck. Al found himself pressing naked against the glass at least twenty stories above the city, seeing the swirling snow and feeling the winds buffeting wall of glass in front of him. Al saw in the distance the lights from the rooms of the other tower and wondered briefly if anybody else was looking back at him. He felt the tip of his throbbing wet cock touching the cold glass and his balls rasping over the warm radiator vents while Marlene continued to work her finger in and out of his ass-hole. Suddenly, a new sensation seized Al as he felt something large, hot and bulbous pressing gently against his stretched and slippery anus. At first he felt something like fear, but the fear was quickly replaced by a strange sense of nervousness anticipation as his knees buckled and the large soft warmth that caressed his wet hole, pressing its way home. Al felt the large, gentle and throbbing invader push upward, insistently claiming his formerly virgin ass hole. Al whimpered, "Unngh! Oh Marlene! Oh, Marlene, it's so fucking big! Oh, oh Marlene!" Marlene slapped the back of Al's neck as she continued her long slow insistent push up his yielding ass. "That's a good little faggot, I want to hear you say it Al! I want to hear you tell me if I'm turning you GAY yet!" Al grunted as he backed up and slid down the cold class. He found himself pushing back, timidly at first, wiggling his hips to better allow the huge, hot spongy rod up his gripping ass. "Gay? Well; oh Marlene, oh! Oh Marlene, I never knew it could be like this!" Marlene started to withdraw. Then she pressed her cock more forcefully as she slapped Al's ass, hissing: "Say it faggot! I want to hear you say it loud! Tell me if you are feeling GAY while I fuck your tight faggot ass!" Al moaned with each heavy spank on his butt cheeks and as the tentative thrusts became more forceful. He began to arch his back experimentally to allow more of her cock to penetrate further into his bowls. "Gay? Oh fuck Marlene! That's, your big fat, cock; Oh, Marlene!" Marlene slapped Al's back as she continued to thrust triumphantly, "Oh stop your whining you little faggot! My cock is the same size as yours is! It's just that_ you've just never_ had_ someone's_ cock_ sliding up_ your tight faggot ass before!" They both fell into a frantic rhythm, Marlene gripping Al's hips, thrusting violently forward and Al moaning as he rocked back enthusiastically to meet each heavy swat of her hand and each increasingly deep thrust that lovingly pressed and caressed his prostate, stretching him as he never before thought was possible! Suddenly, Al felt Marlene's thighs smacking against the back of his thighs. He moaned and desperately ground his hips back as she clutched his hips and she slammed her cock repeatedly into his ass. Suddenly, Marlene stood him back up and held his naked torso in her warm arms, pushing her soft, warm breasts into his back as she pressed him back to the cold glass. Al's knees buckled as Marlene drove deep and he felt the head of Marlene's cock throb deep in his bowls. Marlene slapped his cheeks hard and hissed as she began to lick and suck the side of his neck below his ear: "I want to hear it faggot! Tell me: what just claimed your tight ass faggot asshole?" "Your cock claimed my ass Marlene!" Marlene sucked his ear lobe and resumed pumping her cock deep into his ass as she started to slap his back, his ass and his face wildly. "That's right faggot! Tell me, who owns you now! Tell me how you feel about having my cock up your tight faggot ass! Tell me: Who's the cock sucking, ass wiggling little GAY-boy!" Al felt another gut-wrenching orgasm building as Marlene's cock thrust over and over, massaging his prostate and driving freely into his bowels. Al declared, "Ungh, Ungh! Ungh, my ass, UNGH! _belongs to_ I, UNGH!" Marlene started to cry as she slapped Al's ass hard and drove her cock deep, huffing and panting, "When I cum; you are mine! You need my cock. You are all mine Al! Oh, I have waited_ for so long_ to hear you say_ that you belong to me! Say it Al! Say that you are mine!" Marlene withdrew just a little too much; Al twisted around and held Marlene in his arms until she stopped sobbing. Al cupped Marlene's chin and looked into her watery eyes, "What just happened Marlene?" Marlene looked up defiantly through the tears, and spat, "You weren't there for me when I needed you! You were gone! You weren't there to help me Al!" Al just held Marlene and rocked her in his arms to let the horrifying memory fade; he had seen things like this often enough in the service and knew not to ask about the details while it was still dark out. There would be plenty of time to talk about unreasoning fears when it became day. Al held Marlene and rocked her until her sobbing slowed. Al whispered, "I had some things that I had to do Marlene. And I don't think that I ever really knew what, or who I wanted until today when I saw you in your hot tub. I'm back now Marlene and I won't be going away again." Marlene just looked up through her tears with her lips trembling. Al smiled and kissed her tenderly then lifted one leg, resting his foot on the radiator and guided Marlene's cock back into his ass while cupping his balls to keep them out of her way. He looked into her eyes and kissed her passionately, "I have needed you Marlene. I have needed_ your lips on mine, and I have needed your body, moving in my arms! I have needed you to make me feel alive again!" Marlene began to thrust more slowly and much more gently as she kissed Al while nestling safely in his arms. They soon fell into a slow and steady rhythm, looking into each other's eyes, kissing and holding each other. Suddenly, Marlene's eyes rolled back as she thrust one last time and pulled Al hips tight to her own. Al felt first the length of her cock swell, the jerk then gush deep inside of him. "Oooooh! Oooooh!" Marlene opened her eyes and found herself still safe in Al's strong arms, high above the city. Al murmured, "Well, that seemed a lot better!" Marlene pulled back a little and smiled timidly, "So, do you think that I have turned you gay yet?" Al smiled crookedly, but held Marlene in his arms and considered how he felt for a moment, "Well, I feel really, really satisfied!" Marlene maneuvered herself deeper into Al's arms and snuggled him warmly. "Good! I feel the same way; of course, trying to get you to beg me to fuck you just added to the excitement!" Al sniffed, allowing, "Yeah well, I'm sure that I'll start saying everything that you want me to, soon enough." Marlene kissed Al passionately, "Well, we better get moving. I don't want to miss out on those dinner reservations that you made for me!" Al admitted, "Yeah, I'm going to have to level with you, I thought that we would be playing poker and grabbing a quick bite together during one of the dinner breaks. I think that we may have the company of those two 'Dan Cupids' at the restaurant tonight." Marlene pouted, "Well then, I'll just have to say thank-you to our personal Dan Cupids when I see them at dinner! Would you like to join me in the shower?" Al smiled as he grabbed a towel in one hand and scooped some ice out of the champagne bucket with the other, "Thanks, but I'm going to sit on a little ice first." Marlene hesitated; then she joked while waggling her limp dick in Al's face, "Well, you'll be missing out_ I was going to teach you how to work the rest of my 'equipment!'" Marlene waited and fretted when she saw the relived look on Al's face as he sat on the ice-pack. "Last chance Al, the snow will be ending soon and if you make me wait, I'm going to have to make you suck my dick in the window, in full view of the whole city!" Al just smiled indulgently and sat on his ice-pack. Marlene turned to Charlie and fretted under her breath, "I think that I may have pushed him too far!" Charlie's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He grabbed Marlene's hand, "Come on girl, let's take this into the litter box!" Henry down sat at the table and patiently sipped his beer as Al walked gingerly from the bar. He put his and Marlene's drink down on the table. "Where are they going?" Henry picked up the menu and sniffed, "Just powdering their noses, I suppose." Al picked up his menu and cleared his throat, "Ehem, Henry, I wanted to thank you for pulling this little Valentine's Day surprise. I suppose that I'd have gotten around to it eventually, but, well, I guess it would have taken me longer to connect all of the dots. I suppose that the football team and the Army, in the middle of a war isn't the best place to come to such realizations about yourself. But tell me: how did you know that it'd work out?" Henry shrugged, "The school's star full back, befriending and defending the only boy in school who absolutely NEEDED to be on the otherwise all-girl cheerleading squad. That and you haven't spent any of your free time with anybody but Marlene since you came home." Al mumbled half defensively, "I never liked it when the other guys picked on Mark. And he always helped me out with my schoolwork and stuff. I probably would have flunked and gotten suspended from the team if it hadn't been for Mark." Henry continued, "You would have figured it out for yourself Al, except, you heard about these people half way around the world who started to tell everybody else the way that they ought to live their lives. So, you passed up a half a dozen Football scholarships, you traveled half way around the world to stand up for the helpless." Al stared through the menu and down into the past, mumbling, "And I wasn't there when Marlene really needed me. You know, back in the service, everything seemed so simple: just stay alive; keep my squad alive; do the right thing. I never took the time to figure out_ I mean, I figured that after I came home, I'd_ you know, things would just_ kind of, be the same_ maybe a few less people trying to kill people, but_" Henry unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt on his right arm and pulled up the cuff. Al looked and saw the faded tattoo of the Army's 75th Ranger Regiment. Al looked at Henry as if for the first time. Henry just grimaced a bit, "The Army and then teaching in the schools may not be the best place to be who you really are either Al." Henry watched as Al just stared, "You haven't quite made it back home yet, have you son?" Al shook his head slowly. "I'll tell you something that I've learned Al: you are who you are and then shit happens. You make the best that you can out of it with the people who are most important to you; then you move on. None of the rest of it matters, it's all just, labels, opinions, and bull shit. Don't be one of the ones who get stuck forever in some muddy jungle, a bombed out town, or forever defending someone else's life in the middle of some lifeless desert. Choose what you believe in, do what you have to do, be true to those who are true to you and then move on." Al thought for a moment then stood up. "Thanks Henry. Listen, I'm just going out to the casino to clear my head for a little while. Would you tell Marlene that I'll meet her back at the room in a little while?" Henry looked up as he buttoned his shirt cuff, "Yeah sure thing Al, I hear that there's a big poker game starting tomorrow. Maybe there will be two of the people who are most important to me, playing in it?" Al smiled and started to reach for his wallet, "It wouldn't surprise me in the least." Henry held up his hand, "I've got this son. Just go, do what you have to do and then come home to the people who are most important to YOU." After a quick and tense dinner, Charlie huffed as they left the restaurant, "So you just let him wander off? Henry! What were you thinking?" Henry didn't answer; he just continued to walk, holding Marlene's hand as she looked fearfully around the milling walkway between the front of the restaurant and the crowded casino floor. Charlie chastised as he flung a hand out at the crowd, "He could be anywhere by now!" Henry looked at Marlene, "That is true, but you and I both know where he will be going tonight AFTER he has had a little time to clear his head." Charlie wagged an accusing finger in Henry's face, "But you don't know what Marlene did!" Henry smiled indulgently and continued to look at Marlene, "Yes I do. You tried to make him realize something about himself when he wasn't ready." Marlene seemed to shrink as she stood there. Hendy cupped her chin, "Let me tell you something Marlene, Al is a true Combat Engineer: not the sharpest pencil in the box, but you can always depend on him to get the job done! And you have loved him since you were in school together. You felt that HE would need for you to do what you did to yourself, just as much as YOU needed to do it for YOURSELF! You have waited for him to come home to you since he left to join the Army. But you forgot something: you have known and accepted all that you are for years, while he has only had a very short time; or at worst, a single day. Those left behind have always had to carry a heavy load in order to let those who left to serve, do what they need to do on the front lines. What you intended to be a moment of gentleness and of giving, became something more about control and self-justification. Don't worry Marlene; he's a bit tougher than all of that. Women have been demanding things from their men since time began. That is after all, how things get done everywhere in the world! And Al is very much the man to trust to get the job done no matter the circumstances!" Marlene stood and nodded her head miserably, "But Henry, what am I going to do now? What if he's frightened of what I've had to become? What if he doesn't want me now that I've_" Henry shushed Marlene and hugged her, "Only worry about one question at a time Marlene. Trust in Al to get the job done. If there is one thing that I've learned about Combat Engineers: by the time that they finish the job, it may not look like what you ordered; but it will be exactly what you needed! Now, here is what you should DO: You should go back upstairs and change into something nice, something that YOU want for HIM to see you in when he walks back in that door. Then find out what he has to say about all of the rest. Can you do that Marlene?" Marlene sniffled and nodded bravely; she squared her shoulders and marched off to the elevators. Charlie watched Marlene walk away before turning back, peering all around the crowed casino, "Alright good thinking Henry; distract her with frilly, feminine little nothings! We will find him quicker if we don't have to drag a crying woman around the casino, sniffling and sniffling and making a scene! Now where should WE start looking?" Henry gave Charlie a conspiratorial wink, "We NEED to go look in our suite Charlie." Charlie slowly reached the predictable conclusion and happily took Henry's arm. The couple made their way to the elevator with Charlie grinning like the 'cat-that-got-the-canary.' As the doors shut, Charlie enthused, "So WE get to send Al back to Marlene!" Henry grimaced, "No, but we can call room service to send another bottle of Champaign for when he arrives there on his own." Al arrived back at the room about an hour and a half later. Marlene was dressed in her shear lace camisole with the matching shear lace panties and was standing by the half opened drapes looking out onto the snowy city. Al smiled as he walked down into the sunken living room, "Do you greet all of your male guests, dressed like this?" Marlene shook her head, "No, only you." Al took a small bag from his shirt pocket, "I had a little thinking to do. I threw dice for a little while then I took a walk to the hotel's gift shop." Al took out a small tube of KY jelly from the bag. "I thought that maybe next time you want to take some of the heavy equipment for a spin, you might want to use a little of this?" If Your Heart Surrenders Marlene deflated, "Al, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have pushed you so hard." Al took Marlene into his arms, "Marlene, I wasn't there for you, there's no need to apologize. But next time, if you'll forgive me for going and doing what I had to do; use a little of this?" Marlene nodded and looked up gratefully, "I have some lube in my bags. I didn't really expect to use it on YOU. I never dreamed that I'd get to wear this outfit for YOU, but I suppose that_ Um, Henry and Charlie sent us another bottle of champagne_" Al just cuddled Marlene warmly and smiled, "Look Marlene, I told you before that I have been with other women before and I suppose that I never really stopped to try to figure out why I never stayed with one of them. I suppose that I have always been too busy saving the world, or keeping my guys working, to see the truth. I was too busy to stop and think about what I really wanted for myself. I didn't start seeing it, until I saw you and realized some of what you have been through. I did that just today, because of you smiling, standing in a hot tub, holding a cold beer, waiting for me to come back in." Marlene's eyes started to tear up as she interrupted: "I didn't mean to push you! I just; Al, I just; ever since we met back in school, I, I ah," Al waited as Marlene's courage gave out on her. Then he kissed her softly. "Marlene?" "Yes Al?" "Shut-up and let me finish?" Marlene smiled pathetically and swallowed hard as she braced herself for the worst. "Earlier today, Henry pointed out a few pretty obvious things to me and then tonight he asked me if I had made it home from the war or not. If I had answered him then, I would have had to admit that: the absolute truth of it is I never really understood what home was for me. Well, I realize now that 'home,' for me, has always been YOU. So, I've decided to turn my apartment back into an office, and to run my business from there. After this job, the guys can start taking care of themselves. I don't know anything about being gay or, straight or, whatever; I only know that I am ME. And I am happy and proud that I have the chance to be with YOU right now; despite how sore my ass is!" Marlene smiled and fretted, "Oh Al!" Al tapped the end of Marlene's nose affectionately, "I will need a place to live though?" Marlene jumped on the opportunity, "You can move in with me! You practically live there already!" Al agreed, "Yes, that was one of the things that Henry pointed out to me today." Marlene tried to keep from smiling too broadly, "So um, what do you want to do for the rest of the night? Do you want for me to show you how to suck my dick? Or, maybe you don't like the fact that I never had the nerve to get rid of my dick. Um, maybe you'd like to use some of MY lube_ REALLY Al; I have much better lube than this! I can tuck my dick and my balls away so that you won't even have to see them! I'll have to finally work up the nerve to schedule that operation, but you can pretend until after I can turn myself into a_" Al cupped Marlene's chin, "Marlene? Would you PLEASE shut-up for now? Just nod or shake your head, alright?" Marlene nodded her head. "Marlene, do you WANT to get this operation for yourself?" Marlene shook her head. "Then if it ain't broke, don't fix it just to please me. Be who and what you really are. So far, I've been finding YOU to be everything that I want!" Marlene slipped her arms around Al's shoulders and nodded her head. Al smiled, "Now, as for: 'What should WE do now?' Why don't we close these drapes and get to bed? Like I said, I don't know what to expect in the poker tournament, but I DO expect to be with you!" Marlene protested weakly, "But it's so early!" Al smiled confidently, "Well, now that I'm home, I'm sure that you and I will think of plenty of things to do between now and the time to go to sleep!" Marlene sighed, "Oh Al!" The End. If Your Heart Surrenders Ch. 02 (Musical credit to: Ace of Base, "Don't Turn Around," written by Albert Hammond and Diane Warren.) Henry got out of Al's truck, taking care not to damage his 'Tin-Man' costume. He put his tin funnel back on his head and turned to see Charlie standing by his side dressed as the Scarecrow. After a moment, Al sullenly came stumping around the front of the truck with a wicker basket in his hand. On his head he wore an auburn wig with braided pigtails that were tied with blue ribbons. He was dressed in a pale blue blouse and blue farm-girl dress that was seductively cut to mid thigh. He had white thigh-high stockings that were firmly clipped to their garter belt. Also beneath his dress, he chaffed inside a frilly baby-blue g-string and was now, less than enthusiastically, sporting a perky set of A-cup stick-on falsies that were supported by a tasteful but shear baby-blue scalloped lace brassier. On his feet he wore sparkling red slip-ons with demure one inch heels. Henry and Charlie smiled supportively as Al walked in an exaggeratedly hesitant gait. Charlie whipped out a tube of lotion and empathized: "Still a little sore from the Brazilian wax or, is it the full body shave that you finally let me do for you?" Al shook his head sourly, "Yeah. If there ever is a next time, you have my permission to 'do' me a few days in advance!" Charlie snickered none too sympathetically, "A rookie mistake!" Al grumbled, "So tell me again: why I have to be Dorothy?" Henry smiled, "Well this is your 'Coming-Out' costume ball and this IS the Fantasia!" Charlie twisted the knife a little by reaching under Al's dress and pinching Al's butt cheek, "You make such a cute little 'Deb' too!" Al grumbled as another of the Velcro strips let out an ominous ripping sound, "I mean: Why isn't Marlene dressed as Dorothy; look, this dress is hardly big enough for me, I keep ripping open the Velcro!" Charlie locked up one of Al's arms in his and tutted, "Now Al! Everybody gets their costumes assigned to them and Marlene is working so hard to make your first gala at the Fantasia one that YOU will never forget!" Al looked up at the brightly decorated façade at the far end of the parking lot and mumbled, "Yeah well, I get the feeling I won't be the only one who will never forget this little party!" Henry locked up Al's other arm and positioned the basket on Al's arm, "Now remember: Marlene is counting on you to stay in character all night and don't worry what her costume is. She wanted for her character to be a secret; so just follow the Pink Painted Road and have some fun!" Al looked down and saw a strip of pink paint, about six inches wide at his feet. "Yeah but my Mom drives down this way sometimes to go shopping and what if someone that I work with sees me in this get-up?" The Scarecrow consoled, "Oh there won't be anybody that DOROTHY knows inside the club will there Tin-Man?" The Tin Man considered for a moment, "Only Flamers..., Cross-dressers... and Dykes..." Al eyed the Scarecrow and deadpanned, "Flamers...?" Scarecrow added with a touch of fear in his voice, "Cross-dressers...?" Tin man nodded sagely, "...AND Dykes!" Both the Scarecrow and the Tin Man waited for Dorothy to add her part to finish the line. Al rolled his eyes and moaned sarcastically, "Oh my!" Both Scarecrow and Tin Man started to pump Al's arms up and down gently while they chanted, "Flamers, Cross-dressers and Dykes!" Dorothy added in time to the chanting, "Oh my!" They stood and pumped each other's arms up and down and continued to chant: "Flamers, Cross-dressers and Dykes... Oh my! Flamers, Cross-dressers and Dykes... Oh my!" Scarecrow and Tin Man started to skip across the car filled parking lot with the somewhat less reluctant Dorothy looking down to keep each sparkling ruby slip-on stepping carefully inside the Pink Painted Road. "Flamers, Cross-dressers and Dykes... Oh my! Flamers, Cross-dressers and Dykes... Oh my! Flamers, Cross-dressers and Dykes... Oh my!" Soon the trio arrived at the front doorway and found a bright gaily colored ribbon hanging from over the top of one of the double doors. Dorothy innocently looked up and pulled the ribbon. Immediately, a chime of bells rang out. A short muscular woman, with tattoos all over her arms, dressed only in a tight fawn leather vest, tight fawn leather pants and black engineer boots, opened the door. The woman tossed her head full of butch, spiky, bleached-blond hair and looked up at Dorothy as she bellowed: "Who rang that bell?" The three chimed in pleasantly, "We did!" The butch dyke snorted derisively while pointing at the door, demanding: "Can't you read?" The three looked and saw only the door; they looked back, "Read what?" The butch dyke looked and saw only a nail in the door. She shook her spiky head as she tisked loudly. Then she reached behind the door, pulling a sign out and hanging it on the nail. Then she went back inside and slammed the door. The three read the sign in unison, "Bell out of order. Please knock." Dorothy looked down to make sure that she was still safely inside the Pink Painted Road and that the road did in fact lead through this door. Then she stepped forward and knocked. The butch dyke opened the door and smiled a jovial smile, "Well. That's more like it!" Then she scowled menacingly and demanded sharply: "Now state your business!" The Scarecrow ventured timidly, "We've come to see the Wizard!" The Tin Man added helpfully, "We brought Dorothy just as we were instructed!" The butch dyke sucked in a horrified breath and fell back against the door jamb as she looked horrified at the dark sky. Her ample bosoms strained the buttons of her leather vest and they threatened to pop out as she breathed, "The Witch's Dorothy?" Both Tin Man and the Scarecrow nodded in woeful affirmation. The Butch Dyke nodded grimly and let the three in past the narrow door and into the dark foyer. The Scarecrow shook his finger and cautioned: "Now Dorothy, don't let those ruby slippers off of your feet for a moment." The Tin Man patted Dorothy's hand reassuringly, "And never leave the Pink Painted Road! Nothing and no one can harm you if you just keep the ruby slippers and stay on the Pink Painted Road!" Dorothy blinked to let her eyes get accustomed to the dark. She saw the narrow Pink Painted Road glowing reassuringly under the toes of her sparkling pumps. The butch dyke bowed deeply and intoned with an air of finality, "The Witch's Dorothy has arrived!" Suddenly a huge head appeared in flames on the opposite wall of the open coat room and grumbled with a patronizing tone: "Thank you Leona, you three may go." Leona scurried into the club, while Tin-Man shuddered and followed, rattling with each step. Only Scarecrow remained, "Your worship, please be gentle with our little Dorothy, she just had a Brazilian wax and a full body_" The horrifying but oddly familiar figure roared as the flames leaped all the way to the ceiling, threatening to set all the coats on fire. "I SAID GO!" Dorothy watched as the Scarecrow ran off into the club and steeled herself for her doom. Dorothy curtsied meekly and stammered, "Mr. Wizard, I have come to_" The apparition grumbled, "I know EXACTLY why you have come. It seems that you are having trouble fully enjoying your HOMOSEXUAL proclivities with your more MACHO, public image." Dorothy's eyes grew wide. She opened her mouth to object, but quickly shut it. The Wizard waited for a moment before demanding: "Look at you: the big football; returning now as a WAR Hero! And all the while you have been nothing more than another swishing, prancing little faggot!" Dorothy looked up hurt, "Don't say that. I am the same person that I have always been. I just didn't know that I loved her." The Wizard sneered, "Love? You know nothing of love! Why you are nothing more than another swishing, cum sucking, little anal slut! I have seen YOUR kind many times before: PRETENDING to me a man and all the while lusting to take a real MANS' DICK between your trembling lips!" Dorothy squeaked defiantly: "Of course I love her! I am happier than I have ever been, she is all that I want_" The Wizard prodded, "And yet, you make no effort to take an ACTIVE role in your love making; tell me DOROTHY, do you intend to let HER take the lead for the rest of your life?" The Wizard waited as Dorothy blushed and said nothing. "And were you thinking of how much you love her when you FAILED to please her just last night, gagging and hesitating to do ALL that she eagerly did to please you?" Dorothy just looked down bashfully at her sparkling ruby slippers. The Wizard asked with a tone that stated plainly that he already knew the answer, "And what of telling your Mother Dorothy, how PROUDLY will you tell your Mother that you EAGERLY let HER ram that big fat dick of hers up your quivering little butt-hole?" Dorothy blushed an even deeper shade of red. The Wizard summed up condescendingly, "I thought so. Well, if you REALLY WANT my help, you must bring me back the broomstick of the Wicked Witch of the West!" Dorothy wondered, "Her broomstick?" The Wizard absently chuckled, "Yes, it is the source of her POWER; once I have that broomstick back, I will have all of the POWER that she has used to defy me for all of these years; all of the POWER that I need to solve ALL of your little problems." With that the apparition disappeared and Dorothy found herself standing alone in the darkened foyer meekly toeing the glowing Pink Road. Dorothy turned forlornly to look up the Pink Painted Road. She walked timidly past the inner door and immediately saw six hulking men who wore only leather harnesses, leather chaps, jock straps and leather biker's caps on their heads. Suddenly, all six men moved as one to flank the road, three on each side. Dorothy saw that the road led up and over the bar to a stage with three stripper poles. Leona, the Tin-Man and the Scarecrow were dancing, teasing and egging on the roaring crowd as they stripped off their costumes while twirling bawdily around the poles. The music stopped and the crowd cheered its approval. Dorothy stepped up to the stage as the other three gathered the discarded bits of their costumes and left the stage, disappearing into the welcoming throng. Dorothy waited and heard the next song begin as a timid but still defiant voice whispered in pain. Then the lights went completely dark, just as the jaunty Ska rhythm began and the singer began to sing her vulnerable and defiant first verse. Suddenly, the spotlight hit Dorothy. She slid her basket across the floor to the center pole and boldly skipped out to the first pole in time to the music. She grabbed the pole with one hand and followed the road as it looped around the first pole. Dorothy ended up holding pole between her thighs, rising and falling lewdly in time to the music. Then she bent at the waist and slowly waggling her behind for the crowd as the first cat calls began. She flipped up the back of her skirt and kept waggling till the first verse ended. The singer challenged in a strong voice: "_Don't turn around, 'cause you're gonna see my heart breaking_" Dorothy stood up and turned around, leaning coquettishly back on the pole as she felt her A-cup falsies become suddenly heavier. "_Don't turn around, I don't want you seeing me cry_" Dorothy grabbed the neck of her flimsy blue blouse and ripped it down to her waist. The Velcro screamed as the crowd roared its approval. "_Just walk away_" Dorothy spread her thighs and swayed her hips suggestively while looking to see that her A-cup falsies had somehow grown. "_Its tearing me apart that you're leaving_" Dorothy grabbed the two suddenly larger falsies to present to the appreciative crowd; somehow, her press-on-falsies were now at least C-cup beauties that spilled wonderfully from the tiny cups of her pretty scalloped lace bra. "_I'm letting you go but I won't let you know_" Dorothy skipped in time to the music, following the glowing pink road that looped around the center pole while unhooking the back of her bra. She performed another breathtaking swoop around the pole, trailing her bra in her outer hand. "_I won't miss your arms around me, holding me tight_" She bent at the waist, dropped her bra into her basket and waggled her gorgeous falsies for the crowd's approval as the singer continued. Dorothy grabbed high on the pole and swung her legs up, gripping the pole between her silk-clad thighs; hanging herself upside down and jiggling slowly for the crowd. "_If you ever think about me, just know that I'll be alright_" Dorothy stayed upside down and ripped off the remains of her dress as the Velcro groaned one last time. In one deft move, she deposited the shards of her modesty in the basket on the floor. "_I'm gonna be strong_" Dorothy shook her magnificently bloated falsies to and fro as she sank on the pole to the floor while the crowd roared out its approval. "_I'm gonna do fine_" Dorothy caught herself in a handstand and smoothly righted herself while tentatively fingering the Velcro closure of her frilly, pale blue G-string. "_don't worry about this heart of mine_" Just then, a sickly cloud of green smoke erupted on the stage at Dorothy's side. Dorothy startled and stood wide eyed clutching her Double D-cup falsies in her hands as the music was drowned out by a sickening, high-pitched and evil sounding cackle. After the smoke cleared, there stood the most beautiful creature that Dorothy had ever seen, standing in a pool of light and clutching a broomstick and a magic wand. Dorothy stared wide eyed at the vision before her. The woman was dressed in a black cape. On her head sat a tall, conical, wide-brimmed hat, from her hat cascaded the most delightfully curly chestnut hair. Her blood-red bustier presented her ample naked breasts and plainly exposed below was the reddest satin patch, which struggled to cover the woman's bulging pubic mound. The woman smiled cruelly and carelessly flipped the magic wand with one hand. "Welcome Dorothy; I have been expecting you." Dorothy instinctively took a step backwards. The woman winked seductively then called out, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please raise your glasses and bid a fond welcome to our guest of honor: Dorothy!" Instantly the unseen crowd in the dark club burst out in applause. Dorothy timidly stepped forward to share the spotlight with the Witch of the West and curtsied first to the deathly beautiful Witch in black, then to the crowd. The Witch of the West smiled sourly as she pointed to Dorothy's G-string and quickly flicked her finger away, "Think you're pretty tricksy, don't you my pretty? You THOUGHT that you could win them over with YOUR LIES and with your little dance!" Dorothy felt the last of the Velcro groan and her G-string fly away in pieces, leaving her standing in only her garter belt, her white stockings and her Ruby slippers. The Witch cooed as she appraised the sweet virginal girl, "Much better, I find that clothes only get in the way when I have my eyes on what I truly want!" Dorothy breathed in fear, "I should get back to my friends now_" The woman pointed her long crooked finger and gave another careless flick of the wrist. Dorothy instantly felt her cock rise, standing free for all the crowd to see. The Witch pouted, "Much, much better! Oh, and there is no need to worry about your 'FRIENDS.' They are ALL being well looked after; a small payment for their having brought you here to me! Oh but, where are my manners? You must be absolutely parched after your long journey. I have prepared a small refreshment for you; I think that you will find it to be all that you can stand!" Dorothy watched as the Witch tore away her cape and sported her own erection, much larger than Dorothy's The woman batted her long eyelashes and twisted so that an enormous boob popped free of its meager confines. "Dorothy, I going to CLAIM you as MY own COCK-WHORE then you will hand over MY Ruby slippers and with the power of the slippers, I will have my revenge over the one who MADE me! But first, I am going to make you MY ONE TRUE SLAVE_" Dorothy stared at the entrancing and tempting cock as it swung at the apex of the Witch's magnificent thighs, "But I never hurt you; surely we can come to some_ The Witch of the West twirled a finger in her long, curly chestnut hair and her massive dong swayed hypnotically before Dorothy, like a snake, waiting to devour its hapless victim. The Witch renewed her condescending smile and offered: "Perhaps you would like to try again? Tell us all my little CUM-WHORE, is something that YOU would like to try once again in exchange for my accepting the return of MY slippers?" Suddenly, Dorothy knelt down; her mouth open and she stared at the Witch's magnificent cock. The Witch shifted her stance, ever so slightly and suddenly Dorothy found the bulbous head of the Witch's cock smearing pre-cum on her trembling lips. Dorothy felt the delicious sensation of smooth, hot flesh pressing and moving artfully, caressing her mouth, encouraging her to open wider. Dorothy gasped and swallowed. Then she felt herself being pressed forward and the Witch's gorgeous, plump cock invading her mouth. The Witch of the East caressed the back of the frightened girls head as she consoled, "There now, this isn't so bad is it?" Dorothy felt her head swim as saw the Witch grasping her firmly by the pigtails then starting to thrust her hips forward. Dorothy felt the urge to gag as the huge cock head slid inexorably over her tongue. The Witch just looked down, smiling cruelly; undulating seductively, so that the smooth, incredibly hot cock disappeared bit by bit into Dorothy's waiting mouth. Dorothy blinked and knew that she must be wrong; she could have sworn that the Witch looked just like HER, but no! The Witch's breasts were much too big! And SHE was never this cruel; even when she lost her temper back at the hotel and began to slap Dorothy while she all but took Dorothy's virginal... Dorothy murmured dizzily, "Mmmar_" The Witch dropped her broom and grasped Dorothy by her chin, smiling while shaking her head, "Guess again my sweet!" Dorothy looked up in dismay. The Witch of the West smiled and resumed ramming her cock into Dorothy's sucking mouth, "Now you_ are starting_ to understand it_ I am not HER! I am the one_ who is seducing you_, I am the one_ who is MAKING you_ my own little CUM-WHORE_ I am the one_ who WILL make you see_ that YOU are nothing_ more than a SLAVE. Then YOU will_ hand my Ruby slippers back to ME!" Dorothy gargled as she slurped the delicious cockhead, "You are the one who hurt me!" The Witch smiled, "Well, I will admit that I had to be a bit rough with you at first, but it was for your own good my darling! Oh, you squealed like such a little faggot! But eventually you will got used to it; and now you have no choice! A cruel sneer crept across the Witch's lips, "Just as soon as I pump my load down your sweet little throat, I will take ALL of what you THOUGHT was YOURS; I will have YOU and the power to take my revenge on the one who MADE me!" The Witch indulged in a triumphant and evil cackle. The Witch's eyes locked onto Dorothy's frightened eyes then suddenly clenched her fist before Dorothy's face, her evil and unforgiving glare and a sudden tightening in Dorothy's throat silenced the frightened captive. "Now you are going to take all of me and you will be MY cock sucking little FAGGOT forever!" The Witch resumed her undulations. The Witch's enormous dick sensuously caressed Dorothy's lips and her tongue. If Your Heart Surrenders Ch. 02 The Witch pulled back slightly and began to caress Dorothy's face. The haughty Witch noted with a mocking twinkle in her eye, "I can see and FEEL that the big, bad, football hero just LOVES all of the improvements that I've made; but don't worry my sweet, you will have a chance to enjoy ALL of them soon enough!" The Witch reared up, "Let's continue your lesson: keep sucking, you cock sucking little cum-whore! Come now Dorothy, you weren't so shy with HER last night; even though you gagged and couldn't even bring yourself to swallow! How do you ever hope to satisfy your NEW MISTRESS, if you couldn't even satisfy that pathetic excuse for a girlfriend of yours?" Dorothy listlessly felt her heart sink in her suddenly tingling breast as she obediently relaxed, admitting the huge invader to the back of her throat. Dorothy sobbed around the huge rod and she realized that the Mistress was right! Dorothy knew in her heart that she had failed to even try to satisfy Marlene! Marlene's delicious cock was simply too big and made Dorothy gag. Even though Marlene moaned and writhed with pleasure as Dorothy had tried, but she just couldn't take all of it_ and when the time finally came and Dorothy's jaw hurt so much_ Suddenly Dorothy seemed to perk up a bit as she opened her eyes, hearing the Witch coo her encouragements, "Oh yes, that is wonderful, YES, my filthy little cum-whore! Open wider; lean your head forward and relax your throat more; I'll give you more; oh yes my sweet; only I can give you ALL that you can possibly want!" Dorothy numbly looked up in hope and felt a strange sense of pride building in her hot tingling breasts as the Mistress pulled back, obviously enjoying the earnest efforts of her wretched and unworthy conquest. Dorothy swished her tongue all around the enormous dickhead as she saw and felt that she must have somehow, taken almost two thirds of the Witch's fat dick already! The gorgeous smiling eyes of the Mistress sparkled with pleasure at Dorothy's as Dorothy looked up, begging with her eyes that she only wanted to please the Mistress. Dorothy opened her mouth as wide as it would go and she craned her head forward as she tried desperately to moan out a plea for more of the Mistress' delicious cock to come and claim her. The Mistress looked down between her beautiful full breasts and appraised the sincerity of the entreaty, she smiled and rocked her hips slowly forward, "That's right my sweet little FAGGOT! Keep on trying and soon you will be able to take it all. I'll make YOU my favorite cock sucker! Every night and every morning YOU will be given the honor to pleasure me as the rest of my slaves watch in envy of your high status and position!" Dorothy felt her head swim round and round and her breasts tingled and the overwhelming warmth of her newfound pride threatened to drown her. She sucked and reached up to cup her Mistress' bottom, trying desperately to force more of the huge cock into her mouth until finally she felt the huge head slide down the back of her throat! Dorothy felt that the tingling and the heat in her new breasts were beginning to become almost unbearable; but still she craned her face forward, cupped the Mistress' bottom and pressed the beloved shaft into its servant's waiting mouth. Dorothy looked and estimated that she must have at least three quarters of the shaft inside of her! The Mistress cooed and smiled, she moaned and writhed as she continued to pump her enormous cock in and out of Dorothy's mouth and down her open throat. "Oh yes my sweet! Oh yes; now clamp down and lick while you suck it! Oh my! You are already my favorite cock sucking whore! Suck it! Suck it hard faggot! Oh my; Oh_, oh_, oh, oh yes! No has ever been able to take all of me before, my delicious little cum whore!" Dorothy felt the most unusual sensations as she continued to work the Mistress' cock with just her mouth, her lips, her tongue and the muscles of her throat. She felt an enormous weight growing in her heaving breasts as breathed air through her nostrils and the Mistress slid her magnificent cock in and out over Dorothy's attentive tongue. Then Dorothy dared to reach between the Mistress' thighs and cupped the Mistress' magnificent cum filled balls with one hand, pinching and twirling her aching nipples with the other hand. The Mistress crowed loudly as her balls slapped Dorothy's chin and her cock slid snugly in and out of Dorothy's sucking mouth: "Oh that's it; keep doing that! Tell me: ARE WE FEELING GAY yet Dorothy? Oh yes! I'm going to cum! Oh Dorothy, I'm going to cum! Oh Dorothy; just keep sucking my cock you filthy little whore!" The Mistress pulled back and the first of the jets of hot viscous fluid sprayed into the back of Dorothy's mouth and down her throat. Dorothy noticed with a strange detachment, that what she knew to be A-cup falsies no longer had a seem here they were glued to her chest! The Mistress thrust forcefully forward and kept on pumping her seed into her slave's mouth. Dorothy put both hands on her huge breasts and felt them, pinching her own hard responsive nipples. Astoundingly what used to be false stick-on falsies felt real and they made the most exquisite, electric tingling deep inside her tummy when Dorothy pinched and twisted the huge thick nubs! The Mistress pulled back and Dorothy quickly swirled her tongue all around the spraying, jerking cockhead; swallowing, desperately to keep up with the Mistress so that not a drop of the precious fluid would be wasted! The Mistress collapsed on to the stage and rolled over panting and gasping. Dorothy lunged, trying to keep the Mistress' wonderful spurting dick in her mouth, trying to ensure that she had gotten all of the Mistress' wonderful seed. She felt her suddenly smooth feminine body and couldn't detect the start of her wig anywhere, or any fringe of the huge falsies anywhere on her smooth feminine chest as she continued her service between the Mistress' smooth thighs. It was only when her hands arrived at her own cock between her slim thighs, that something seemed wrong; grossly wrong! Her cock was so ugly, so hairy and so out of place! Dorothy smiled uncertainly and rolled towards the discarded broom, snatching it up in her quivering hands. The Mistress quickly regained her knees, scolding: "YOU ungrateful little bitch! Give me back MY BROOM. It is the only thing that protects me from the one who MADE ME! Dorothy glanced at the stick and recognized a familiar name: "Cornhusker?" The Mistress lunged and shrieked, "Don't say the NAME; HE will hear it! Give it back to me and I will protect you from him!" Dorothy stood up, still clutching the broom, a smile crept across her face, "I don't need HIM to 'Solve my problems;' and you won't need to hold onto this any longer!" Dorothy quickly clicked her heals together as the Witch cringed and shrieked in terror. Al woke up holding Marlene in his arms. He looked out the window between the partially opened drapes. Al kissed Marlene's cheek. Marlene roused slightly, rolled from her side and sighed contentedly as Al continued to kiss his way down to her pert breasts and licked his way down across her tummy. Marlene mumbled sleepily, "Al; you don't have to try again_" Al settled into a '69' position and took all of Marlene's flaccid dick back into his mouth. Marlene sighed as Al's gentle warm mouth settled all around her responsive dick and he buried his nose between her balls for emphasis. Marlene raked her fingers through Al's hair as she breathed, "I know that you tried; nobody does it right the first time!" Marlene shuddered as Al sucked hard and pulled back insistently, taking the time to tease every inch of her plumping dick with his tongue. Marlene cooed softly and stroked his hair as Al swirled his tongue all around her quickly hardening cock, "Don't feel any pressure; I know that you still need some time to get used to all of this!" Marlene felt Al's lips smile around her cock's head. Then he craned his face forward and took all of her semi-flaccid cock back in one breathtaking plunge. Marlene groaned startled as Al rubbed his nose between her balls in triumph and the back of his mouth squeezed her cockhead gently. "Oh yes Al! That's it. Now just take it slowly_" Al withdrew slowly while gyrating his head slightly and darting his tongue all along her still lengthening shaft. Marlene cooed in wonder, "What happened between last night and_ OH AL! What happened_ right_ NOW?" Al plunged again then began to pump up and down on Marlene's cock with only his lips, his mouth and his tongue teasing her cock. Marlene snuggled Al's half erect dick and kissed his fat cockhead, "Oh yes, that feels so wonderful, Oh Al, that's exactly the way, that I_" Al plunged deep again and snuggled his nose back between her balls. Marlene clutched Al's hips and began to pump her own hips rhythmically while moaning, "Oh Al! Oh yes Al, just like that! How did you learn to do this? Oh Al, oh Al! I'm cumming already! Oh Al, I have never cum this fast before! Oh Al, no one has ever made me feel this way before!" Marlene felt Al's lips smiling again as he pulled back, teasing and bobbing the whole length of her cock as she frantically pumped and tried to hold back_ then Marlene began to cum_ she huffed and pumped hard as she felt Al swallowing to keep up with her. After Marlene finished she collapsed back to catch her breath. Al quickly reversed himself and gathered Marlene into his arms. Marlene felt Al kiss her warmly. Then he whispered, "Jeremy Husker; the towel boy back in High School; the one that we all called: 'cornhusker?'" Marlene stared, "How did you know about Jeremy?" Al smiled and snuggled Marlene in his arms, "He's the one who got rough with you, wasn't he?" Marlene nodded. "But that happened after you had left for the service. How could you have possibly known?" Al held her close. "I had a dream last night_ it was just a guess really. We always thought that Jeremy was a bit of a weird one; always running around, mouthing off in front of everyone about who was a 'fucking faggot' and so forth. Then we would catch him watching us in the showers. I suppose that this has been rattling around in the back of my mind for all of these years. It took falling in love with you to make me fish it out and put it all together. It's alright Marlene. You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to; I just need for you to know that I'll never hurt you. Always remember: for as long as you are with me, you will never have to worry about any of that from me. I love you, I always have." Marlene climbed on top, straddled Al's prostrate cock and began to rock her hips to caress his cock with hers. She whispered, "I was right about you Al; you were SO worth the wait!" Suddenly, Marlene's cell phone on the nightstand rang. She reached up, flopped her delicious boob onto Al's face to get it then slipped back down to resume her cock's gentle teasing caresses on Al's cock. "Yes? Oh hey Charlie; sure come on over!" "Huh?" Marlene kissed Al. "That was Charlie. He and Henry wanted to know if they could come over for breakfast before the poker tournament. So are you going to tell me where you learned to suck cock like that, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" Al mumbled, "That dream_" Marlene gave Al another quick kiss. "Well you're going to have to tell me all about it!" Al mumbled, "Let's just say that I dreamed of you and that you were teaching me how to do everything that I was failing to do properly for you last night." Marlene pouted sexily as she got up and put on her robe. "There's more isn't there?" Al just shrugged stoically. Marlene warned, "You KNOW that I'll just make you tell me in the shower!" Then she opened the door. Charlie swished past Marlene while Henry hung back tactfully in the doorway. Charlie looked Al over appraisingly as Al finished buckling his pants and started to put on his shirt. Charlie turned back to Marlene, "All right girlfriend, I want details! How was he; was he everything that you dreamt about for all of these years, or are you kicking him to the curb?" Charlie didn't wait for an answer and turned back to Al, "If Marlene is stupid enough to let you get away from her, you KNOW that you can always find consolation with Henry and me!" Al smiled bashfully, "Thanks Charlie, but I know when I've got it better than I ever thought it could be!" Marlene judiciously allowed, "I don't think that I'm quite finished with him just yet Charlie, Al has a dream to finish telling me about in the shower; but I would like to send him to your shop for a little cleaning up next week!" Charlie's eyes bulged as he implored, "_a little cleaning up; or are WE going for the full Grecian-slave-boy look?" Marlene smiled at Al adoringly, "Well, the 'Grecian-slave-boy_' we'll see about that Charlie." Henry cleared his throat and suppressed a sly smile, "Just in time for the Spring Costume Gala at the Fantasia?" Charlie gushed as he threw Al's shirt open and slipped a comforting arm around Al's waist, "Yes; we can have that Charity Slave Auction that we've been talking about! Henry and I will even put in a bid for him!" Marlene slipped between Charlie and Al, "Just so that we are ABSOLUTELY clear Charlie: MY Slave-boy is not going up for auction!" Al bashfully collected some clean clothes from his open weekend bag and headed for the bathroom, "Well, I'll leave you two to work out any details; I'll need that shower before breakfast then I suppose that we should get downstairs to check-in for the tournament." Marlene smiled and smacked Al on the rump as he retreated to the bathroom. "Charlie, Henry; make yourselves at home and order breakfast for all of us? We'll be out in a little while." (End)