1 comments/ 42127 views/ 6 favorites Virginia's Luxurious Evening By: JonathanStone West Palm Beach didn't have many cold snaps, but when one did rake the city the weather seemed twice as frigid as it actually was. Virginia Stanton sat alone in her office on the third floor of Prism Design's building overlooking the Intra-coastal Waterway. She had been chilly all day, mainly because of the dampness in the air; Forty-eight degrees outside wasn't all that cold. Factor in the wind and cold breath of the Atlantic Ocean, however, and chilly became outright icy. The tall blonde set down the file and her ballpoint pen, wearily reached up to unfasten the simple clips that held back a mass of heavy golden waves from her face, and shook out her hair. Relief flooded her; she reached into her lower right desk drawer to grab her brush, closed her eyes, and began to slowly brush out the waist-length mass of hair that fell like a cape over her back and shoulders. Virginia had just passed her second year of employment with Prism as their associate director of design for their highly successful line of intimate jewelry. She had suggested to design manager Rhyce Bennett the name for the line, Pussy Pins. From its inception by Virginia and with Rhyce's complete support, the line of sensuous jewelry for men and women had been more successful than any of them could have imagined in their most farfetched business projections. By its second anniversary this section of Prism Designs had expanded to carry a wide variety of other sexually stimulating devices and items for sensuous public display, a line that included dildos, rosebuds, inserts, fragrances and creams. Its market now included well-known stores marketing sensual apparel, mall kiosks and counters specializing in jewelry, and more intimate shops that carried the jewelry and provided piercing services for those who desired virtually any sort of display. One night two years before she had been without a date, unable to sleep because of having drunk what seemed a gallon of coffee, and sitting before a television carrying so little across the expanse of channels that it lent new meaning to the term 'vast wasteland.' That was when the idea for a jewelry division was born, closely followed by a design for the trademark. She sketched out a small black cat with green eyes and a curved tail. The smut-black, wide-eyed feline appeared to have a grin on its face and lay on a flat surface; from one paw dangled a small golden ring. In red enamel lettering across the flat surface on which the cat lay were the words 'Pussy Pins.' After having developed the concept, several designs and a generic marketing scheme Virginia requested a meeting with Rhyce and presented the concept to her. Three days later she was back in the director's office listening to Rhyce's compliments and her enthusiasm for the project. As she recalled these events at her desk, she idly reached into her open blouse and thumbed the ring piercing her left nipple. She was one of the first buyers for Prism's new product line. She'd had both nipples pierced for medium size gold rings. From the first it was a gently erotic experience. The rings were slightly loose in the holes through her nipples and they bounced and swung with her movement. That stimulated her nipples at the most pleasing and surprising moments. As a shemale, Virginia thoroughly enjoyed herself. She was beautiful and was sought by men and women as friend and lover. At twenty-two she had many acquaintances with whom she was gracious, a few real friends with whom she was quite intimate sexually, and a promising career ahead of her. Those with whom she worked in the company knew who and what she was and accepted her that way. Her feathery touch of her nipple aroused desires and she stood up. She walked over to her couch against the corridor wall of her office, stepped out of her high heels, loosened her belt and drew down her tight wool slacks, then removed them. The black thong followed. She did not bother to draw the curtains for she intended to enjoy the possibility that someone in another office might see her. Virginia arranged pillows on her couch and stretched out down its length. With slow, languorous movements she stretched, then arranged her hair close about her face; its soft warm touch always excited her. Her legs were long, tanned and smooth. She stared at her lower abdomen free of any hair and her swelling cock with its full blonde bush of fur growing from her ball sac. By this time the penis was a heavy, thick rod wrapped by bluish-green blood vessels and tipped with a shiny, warm, velvety crown. She was always grateful to her mother for having had her cock circumcised as a child, but she had known other shemales who had lovely untrimmed cocks. They looked like swollen, sexy hoses between their thighs. Perhaps tonight could be one of those delicious times when she successfully forestalled climax for a time. That way she could thrill to her skilled caresses up and down her cock, fingers lightly dancing over the tight flesh, admiring the shape of her crown and luxuriating in the slowly building movements deep within her body. Very slowly she stood up. She and Marla enjoyed their sexual explorations almost every night. They slept together but each tried to be sensitive to the other's engagements. This meant that when her mother had a date or she herself was seeing someone their desires for each other were subordinated to affections for their date. Earlier this afternoon her mother had phoned to say that she and Rhyce Bennett had worked for most of the day. Rhyce wanted to stay for the night...would Virginia object to using the back bedroom? Rhyce did not confer her affections lightly, she knew. For some time her mother and Rhyce had enjoyed a lesbian friendship, though the former was married and had two children. David, her husband, did not object to her desire for women for he felt secure in her love for him and was not threatened. His wife's desire for other women was not exactly news to him, either, at the time of their marriage. Virginia did not have a date for the evening, though she had accepted one for the next night with Greg Merrill. That in itself was a thrill for he did not know that she was a shemale. Virginia was impressed with his grace and courtesy, his strength and his thoughtfulness toward her. At the same time, she recalled two very bad dates with men who dumped her immediately when they discovered that she possessed considerably more than the average woman. She was aroused as she wondered what would be Greg's reaction to her secret...if, that is, they saw each other long enough. Tonight was the right time, she decided. It would start right here and if she so desired would continue at home. There was also the delicious possibility that those delectable sounds from her mother's bedroom would make their way across the house. And there was even the chance that she could be invited to join them. All this aside, however, Virginia had mastered for herself the art of creating a thrilling evening. She stood up, slowly, sensuously unfastening the buttons of her blouse and shrugged it off. She was nude in the subdued glow of three Tiffany lamps artistically arranged about her office. She stretched her arms, bent forward then backward, and shook out her mane of golden hair. In the dark glass of her full-length office windows she saw the sexy lines of her neck muscles that had slightly overdeveloped from years of supporting the weight of her thick hair, now stretching to the lower curve of her tight butt. As she faced the mirror she stared at her gorgeous swollen cock, now standing out straight from her body. Her nine glorious inches of a fat, hot penis felt as if it were a pole erected from her lower abdomen, swinging heavily from side-to-side with every movement. The tall blonde turned sideways to the dark glass and viewed herself. Her breasts were full, slightly heavy with plump, pointed nipples that protruded deliciously regardless of whether she was sexually hot. She had excellent posture, and that accentuated the outline of her breasts. Virginia bent over to watch her nipple rings swing outward, then stood up once more. As if she were modeling before the camera, she turned slowly until her butt was in view. Her skin shone, smooth and lightly tanned. Then she shifted around to her original position, facing the outside. As she softly ran her hands over her ass she was stimulated by the silky feel of her flesh. In her unvoiced thoughts she had always been excited by the fact that as a male, still her skin was so beautiful that other women had complimented her on its flawless appearance. She twisted her torso gently and watched her breasts sway gently. The sun-shield glass panels reflected her perfectly since it was now dark outside. Once more Virginia turned her back to the window, and this time she locked her knees as she bent over to touch the edge of the couch. She moved her head to look behind at her ass reflected in the mirror-like glass. Secretly, she enjoyed this view of herself because it emphasized her tight anus and the heavy shape of her stiff cock with its fur-covered ball sac suspended beneath. The sight rarely failed to excite her to a point near expulsion of cream. Her long golden mane covered her back and the upper part of her shapely ass. Her legs were smooth and beautiful and parted, and in between hung that marvelous big penis surrounded by tendrils of blonde pubic hair. Though the practice varied in length each time she made love with herself, Virginia faithfully reserved a time when she would stand before a mirror and move her body in a variety of positions without touching with her hands. It was an erotic practice partly because she had a lovely body and partly because the natural act for a person experiencing enjoyment is to want to touch the source of that pleasure. Refraining from touching herself aroused her heat to the extent that in order to intensify it she developed several dance-like routines she would perform in slow motion. Each routine included movements that would cause her breasts to bounce and sway, others that would accentuate the firmness of her erection, and still more that would display her cock and ball sac hanging heavily between her thighs. One night she was showing off to Marla when she grabbed a lacy gown and held it in front of her as she passed by a low-standing lamp. The effect on her lover was electric. Marla had insisted on taking pictures with her digital camera, and Virginia was aroused by her own photographs. In each picture a lovely figure streaming golden tresses seemed to timidly hold before her a wispy streamer of white, behind which her body was vaguely discernable. Between the thighs of the figure hung the heavy image of a penis. It was one of the most erotic images Virginia had ever seen. The combination of what was obviously a gorgeous woman with incredibly long hair and a dark shape that could only be a penis suspended between her thighs in itself created extreme sexual arousal. From that point on, Virginia would at some point perform a slow, relaxing dance while holding before her a thin, lacy gown. She moved her arms in slow and wavy motions, finishing the movements with delicate strokes of her hands and fingers. Virginia was proud of her fingers; they were long, delicate, and were tipped by one-and-a-half-inch gently curving nails she had cultivated for two years. Tonight they glistened a moist red in the shadowy light. She began her erotic routine and felt her cock and sac swing gently, heavily, suspended between her spread thighs. She was arousing herself more rapidly than she desired. She thought of how often she had wished that she could reach her own penis with her mouth and tongue. Virginia looked down at her organ, now swollen to the point of being shiny. It swung jerkily against her legs. She could feel a delicious tickle of the pubic fur on her balls against her inner thighs. Even when she wore thongs and short shorts blonde tendrils of her bush would escape around the edges of the small garments. The sight always excited her. She wandered near her desk and tossed the hardly-there shawl on it. Then she moved to the couch, sat down in such a way that her cock and balls swung softly against the edge of the furniture, then brought around her legs to stretch her length on the firm cushions. She took several moments to watch as her rod-stiff penis jutted straight up from her body. It was beautiful in its simple, blood-engorged state, its fullness glistening in its smooth covering of honey-tanned, tight skin. The veins rippled about its shaft, pulsing ever so slightly with the beat of her heart. She lightly touched her fur-covered ball sac below the cock. For what she planned next she slowly carefully placed her ball sac between her thighs so that only her cock stood upright in its bed of blonde hair. From her position against the end pillow she watched as her breasts settled to both sides of her chest. She touched her nipple rings, enjoying the tiny zing that shot through each nipple as its ring moved inside each fat little mound. She brushed her left nipple with her nail and watched her penis, packed with warm blood, move with her heartbeat. The view down her body excited her and caused delicious images to flit through her mind slowly, sweet and gentle little companions that triggered actual sensations of hunger and prompted her muscles to twist and contract lightly. Virginia felt beautiful, sensual and aroused. With the long index nail of her left hand she stroked the now-hard nipple of her left breast. The breasts were lovely, as full, heavy and satisfying as those of any woman the shemale knew. Though now resting to each side of her chest while she was prone, they produced an enviable cleavage that she displayed every chance she had. Virginia thoroughly enjoyed leaning toward those with whom she spoke, gazing intently into their eyes as her breasts jostled one another for attention. Her abdomen was smooth and its flesh silky as it drew in to her small waist. Her hips flared with a feminine roundness that carried itself behind to her sexy ass. She remembered considering how much to shave herself of her pubic carpet and wondering if she was making a mistake by removing all hair save that on her ball sac. That question was quickly resolved as she saw the effect of her lovely bare flesh offset by the dense, long blonde fur remaining on her balls. It was perfect, a judgment she made herself and confirmed by several lovers, her mother, and two professional photographers for Prism Designs who, in the midst of a photo shoot, were not afraid to compliment her quite directly. Virginia truly enjoyed the taste of cum, her own and that of all with whom she was intimate. She anticipated the sensation of her orgasm with its cream spilling over her crown and coursing down over her fingers. She would slowly and with sensual deliberateness raise her sticky fingers to her mouth and savor the product of her body. Then she would slide her hand up and down her shaft, reveling in the frictionless glide of hand over rigid cock, allowing herself to be aroused again not by physical sensation but by thoughts of her stickiness and the pleasure of repeating this process in an hour or two. Her thoughts drifted back over the past two months, stopping at the night she and her mother had dated Marla's friend Jason. They'd settled into a booth at Mason's Texas Grill after a lengthy wait and a fruit basket turn-over experience wading through the dense crowd to get there. In order to avoid the traffic in their aisle, Virginia slid into the booth first, followed by Jason. Marla sat on the other side, concealing a wink as she arranged herself on the seat. They ordered, then lost themselves in conversation before the order arrived. Her mother was obviously aroused at what Virginia was wearing, for Marla kept staring at the unfastened blouse her daughter had selected for the evening. When she absently crossed her arms before her, her breasts swelled from the cranberry blouse. Jason followed Marla's stare and could not help gazing himself. Virginia at first was unaware of just what was occurring. Her mother darted her tongue out and withdrew it quickly, their silent signal that one had aroused the other. Jason was partially kidding around when he made an artificial gasp and fixed his eyes on Virginia's cleavage. When Virginia turned her face toward him the two were closer than each thought. They were staring at each other about four inches apart. While Virginia was still frozen with surprise, Jason had moved closer and very slowly, very deliberately kissed her. His touch was tender and unassuming. Much to her surprise, her mother had said, "Do it again, do it again!" Jason did more than just kiss her. He gently reached across with his right hand and inserted it into Virginia's blouse, cupping her breast and brushing her nipple. His accompanying kiss was more intimate this time and Virginia responded quickly with her own tongue. They suddenly broke apart with embarrassment, each staring at Marla and expecting her anger. Instead, she was laughing and had moved her hand to her own breast where she softly fondled herself. Jason watched, fascinated with her long nails and the sensual manner in which she employed them as sexual objects. Jason, Marla and Virginia went to his home after dinner. Her mother as usual wore a short skirt, this one a Scottish plaid with broad pleats, and as usual had nothing on beneath it. She plopped down onto a couch and, when Jason moved to sit beside her, said with mock severity, "No! Go, young man...over there...and sit with the blonde beauty." He willingly played along, feigning great pain and accompanying this with realistic facial contortions as he slumped down beside Virginia. The tall blonde was unable to suppress laughter at his antics. "Can a poor, rejected man, heartlessly thrown upon the trash heap of life, find mercy with a majestic blonde beauty?" he moaned. Marla stared at the floor, shaking her head at his nonsense. "Oh! Yes, poor and rejected man. I shall remove you from the trash pile of a pitiless existence, take you into my arms, and provide a warm welcome." Virginia pulled Jason's head to her chest as she wrapped her arms about him. Jason felt her warm breast against his face and tried to pull away. Virginia stopped him as her mother giggled and said, "If I were you, I'd unfasten two more buttons and see if that will help you escape from the trash pile of a heartless life." Jason did as he was instructed and stared at the young shemale's lovely chest. "Jason, Honey, will you please stop acting as if you haven't a brain in your body and touch her. Kiss her. Do I need to go over there and show you how?" "Nope. I can do it by myself." He bent to Virginia's left breast, bounced it gently, and settled his mouth over the nipple, sucking it and then tugging at the nipple ring. Virginia held his head to her breast. Beneath her short skirt her cock had long since begun to swell, sorely trying her thong. Softly, slowly, Jason kissed Virginia as he delicately touched her thigh. She sucked in a deep breath and breathed out slowly, her excitement mounting. Marla's skirt was much too short to conceal her femininity when she sat down. She parted her thighs and reached her hand down to touch her lips, brushing her clitoris with her middle finger. From there she inserted it to its full length, tickling her clit with her thumb as she did so. Jason slid his hand carefully up the inside of Virginia's right thigh. His fingers seemed to speak words of tenderness and she basked in the glow of desire. Jason already knew that Virginia was a shemale and it obviously was going to be no impediment to his affections. Virginia's Luxurious Evening Just before he encountered her hardness out of sight beneath her skirt he whispered, "Do you want to...?" He did not finish. "Jason, do you want me to remove it?" "Yes, beautiful lady. I want that very much." Swiftly and with dexterity Virginia reached under her skirt, raised her hips off the couch and pulled off her thong. She bent over to take it around her shoes, then tossed it aside. As her mother watched, Jason laced the fingers of his right hand into her hair behind her neck, holding her head for a deep kiss as he moved his left hand into the blonde fur covering her ball sac. Virginia wanted him to grasp her penis; instead, he excited her by gently playing with her fur-covered balls. She felt the curls beneath her penis tighten, then relax as he pulled at them. Next he cupped her balls in his hand, fondling them and enjoying the feel of their furry coat. Virginia parted her thighs. Jason stared at the expanse of smooth, soft golden skin, her pretty knees and the gorgeous, hard penis standing upright as if it were a thick pole. Its head was stretched and pinkish tan, the once-small cleft now an open hole. With her heartbeat it gently throbbed. Virginia watched, aroused and warm with desire, proud of her length and fatness, pleased with the effect of her smooth, soft flesh and the contrasting blonde curls of her pubic bush..... Thoughts of that evening with her mother looking on, finger inserted into her own pussy and her clit swelling into a miniature digit, the sensation of Jason tenderly stroking her stiff cock, and her own pleasure with herself provided the backdrop for her arousal on this evening alone. Was someone elsewhere in another wing of the building quietly watching her through the unshielded windows of her office? She rather hoped so. She ran her hands over her breasts and abdomen, relishing her softness and the smooth sensation of her body. Perhaps just a feather touch of her swollen cock, its weight lying at a partially raised angle upward toward her breasts.... No, to touch herself would bring on climax; she wanted to delay that as long as possible. Instead, she flipped at her nipple rings and relived the times she had worn low-neck sweaters that had shifted to expose a breast and its gold adornment. She glanced at her navel pendant, the three strands of Mikimoto pearls that lay to the right of her navel. Perhaps just a single caress of the swollen beauty standing guard over her lower abdomen and upper thighs? No, her desire was to restrain the luscious, gently swelling commotion inside, that erotic burning sensation in her thighs. She thought of her hair and its weight, the way it flew about her face, its waves and curls, its loveliness and unusual density and length for a male. She turned her face to the right and felt her hair, uncut since childhood, her cloak of gold. She throbbed with delectable warmth and desire. Her cock lay fat, warm and beautiful against her abdomen. Now she saw the clear drop of dew in its mouth and knew that restraint for much longer was impossible. Delicious undulations had begun deep within her body, its response to her thoughts and imaginings and anticipations. Since it lay upside down on her tummy, its crown pointed toward her head, she could see the clear, sticky drop become larger as it crept from its concealment. Finally, propelled by her delicious little squeeze of her muscles there, the drop fell on to her abdomen as a herald of coming emissions, stringing a small tail of sticky fluid behind it. A vision of that evening with Marla and her friend Jason brought Virginia to the edge of her orgasm. Jason had kissed her sweetly, tenderly as her mother watched. Marla had begun to stimulate herself, quickly inserting and withdrawing her finger from her cleft. Jason moved to the floor in front of Virginia; she sat up and edged to the front of the couch in preparation. He tenderly placed the tip of her cock upon his tongue, then halted his movements to amplify the erotic view and sensation for Virginia. His lips slid over her crown and she felt his tongue dance across the sensitive flesh. She was now in his mouth. His eyes were closed. As she and her mother watched, her penis began to disappear into Jason's mouth. He moved his head slightly to straighten his throat, breathed through his nostrils, and applied suction to the fat organ now filling his mouth. Her flavor was delicious and her scent erotic. Marla experienced a slow orgasm as she watched the two. She continued her finger strokes. Her shemale son's hair was so incredibly beautiful, so heavy. Those gorgeous eyes had stared into hers only last night as his semen spurted into her depths. Thoughts of another pregnancy, this time by her son, aroused her further. She would have a gorgeous belly, and Virginia would have to penetrate her from behind. They had already considered what at first had been a possibility and now, given the frequency of their intercourse, a very real likelihood in spite of birth control techniques. Last week her OB/GYN, Mercedes Sabatini, half-jokingly remarked that of all her patients Marla had grown larger and was obviously engaging in sex with such a frequency that it was easily noticeable. The patient had quickly agreed. Virginia gazed down the length of her body in the dimly lit office. At last she reached that lovely precipice over which she longed to fall. She cried out with release as the heat coursed through some invisible gate in her abdomen, scalding the tops of her thighs and filling her cock. It throbbed fat and hot on her belly, pointing upward toward her breasts, then rising above her tummy with its contractions. She fingered it beneath the crown to keep it directed at her head, then she began the measured strokes of skillful masturbation. With a luscious wrench of her very being a long rope of sticky cream shot out and fell upon her tummy, followed by a second streamer nearly as impressive. Hot blobs of cum spurted as she lay in the grip of those exquisite, rolling convulsions that seemed to set fire to everything south of her navel and twisted her abdomen within. An orgasm usually involved five significant ejections of semen and sometimes six, followed by a notable lessening of sensation and ejaculation. Virginia had practiced this for so long and was so extremely sexually active with her mother than she was now producing as many as five primary emissions followed by the hot spurts. Her cream emerged in lengthy, heavy ropes. At times when she held her organ upright, she could for some reason enjoy a considerable flow from her cock, a sensual hot, sticky bath instead of streamers, a lush flow that rolled over the crest of her penis and down its sides, smoothing contact by her hand and ending in her pubic bush. This time it was the ropy, sticky type that her mother enjoyed in Marla's oral sex. Her mother at times had an unflagging desire for Virginia's cream. Just about half the time her daughter would stimulate herself to orgasm following their lovemaking and Marla would open her mouth to receive the offering. At some point in this brief interlude she would move her head in order to have Virginia's cum strike her face. When that happened, the strings of cream would hang from her face or mouth in a manner so sensuous that Virginia became even more intensely aroused. Thinking about her mother's delightful fetish brought a surprising muscular contraction in her loins. Her heavy organ lay hard and moist on her tummy, the fur on her balls forming a blonde backdrop to it. Virginia fingered a length of cum, slid her finger beneath it and drew it to her mouth. Part of the cream made it to her lips; a second deposit drooled over her chin to lie warmly on her throat. She played with her left nipple and enjoyed the sensation of extra coolness where the fluid lay upon her naked body. As she reclined there the thought crossed her mind that she really did enjoy cum. Whether her mother's or Jason or that of her dates, she relished the heat, stickiness and flavor of the buttermilk-colored emission. There were times when she wished she were flexible enough and of sufficient length that she could enjoy herself orally. But one could not have everything. In the semi-darkness she chuckled at her lusty thoughts. Again she entertained pleasing thoughts of making her mother pregnant, watching that gorgeous belly grow tight and huge, having to approach Marla from behind to enter. Though Marla had expressed her desire for Virginia to penetrate her anus, the latter had been reluctant to do so. She explained that that part of her mother's body was so sensitive, the tissue at points so very thin. But Marla insisted. Tonight, Virginia decided to fulfill Marla's desire. She would do so the following day at the beach, adding that sexual act to the already-exciting experience of being a nude shemale in public. Virginia stretched herself, drew a mass of her hair over her moist abdomen and dozed. Finally she opened her eyes and sat up. Her wet cock fell against the couch, leaving a sticky residue. She stood and walked nude about her office, her penis dripping cream onto her carpet. She chuckled and thought how she was grateful for the lightly variegated carpet. This was hardly the first time this had occurred. In fact, two months before she had been so aroused after Rhyce had left her office that without even making an effort to close her door for privacy, she turned her chair sideways behind her desk and spread her legs. She wore nothing beneath the short skirt and her penis was swelling rapidly. She gripped it and with a few strokes achieved a beautiful orgasm. Her semen shot out to a distance of two feet and fell to the berber carpet. She didn't care; in fact, the entire situation made her even hotter and she stroked more rapidly. As fastidious as Virginia was, she made no effort to clean up her moisture on the carpet. She waited for her swelling to go down, then she rose and walked to the ladies' room where she quickly pulled up her short dress and cleaned her cock. Virginia once more relaxed into the arms of memories about that night with her mother's date, Jason. Marla was extremely aroused by Virginia's affections with Jason and his responses. Jason was so delightful and memorable because he was gentle and thoughtful. She was no freshman to movie clips and pictures of lovers aggressively banging away at their shemale partners. It all left her completely cold. She desired instead a strong but tender lover who would actually treat her as the precious creature she was. Someone who would be gentle with her, who would take hours to love her rather than settle for a five-minute assault on her anus after she had sucked him. Jason treated her that way. As her mother looked on that night, Virginia grew more and more excited with the affections of her mother's boyfriend. Jason spent a half-hour sucking her penis, moistening its swollen head, swallowing her completely and then very slowly moving his head up and down her shaft. She felt the action of his tongue as he tasted her flesh and watched his cheeks draw inward as she sucked on her. She grew steel-hard with pleasure and excitement. He ran his hands over as much of her body as he could reach, first tweaking her nipples and flipping their rings, then caressing her round buttocks and finally running his hands slowly over her smooth legs. All the while his eyes were closed. She glanced at her mother across the room; Marla nodded her approval and then returned to her slow masturbation. Jason eventually ceased his sexual ministrations and stood up. He removed his clothes and stood naked and beautiful before the woman and her shemale. Then he took Virginia's hand, lifted her from the couch and sat in her place. She in turn took her place between his knees. Jason was wonderfully hard, though he obviously was not as long as Virginia. He had no pubic hair at all and his legs were as smooth and devoid of hair as were her own. She could hardly wait to hold him and kiss his penis. Then she quickly inserted him into her mouth and took his rod to the back of her throat. Jason gasped with pleasure as she began to ply her skills in oral sex. Though it is not an easy thing to bring on an orgasm simply by sucking a lover's cock, it is possible if one applies careful pressure and touch and the recipient relaxes in erotic thoughts. Only a few moments passed before Jason realized that Virginia was going to bring him to climax. She was that good. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ On the couch Virginia grew firm once more as she pictured in her mind her mother gazing at them making love, Jason seated with her between his legs, and his swollen penis filling her mouth. Her hands were still moist with her cum and her cock shone wetly in the subdued light of her office. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Jason laced his fingers through Virginia's dense hair, holding her head gently as she steadily mouthed his penis and escorted him to his climax. Both knew it was coming. Virginia felt his hardening and tasted his dew; Jason was imprisoned by images of Virginia's breasts without a bra, pressing against the soft yellow sweater she wore when he had dated the two of them the week before. She had unzipped the sweater to a point even with the lower curve of her breasts, and they swelled from her top with lovely cleavage. She had caught his eye and smiled invitingly. Her mother had seen it and elbowed her with mock irritation, then smiled. Jason thought of the time several months ago when they were at the beach and Virginia was topless and had worn a slender white thong from KOALA. It had a tight pouch and because of its design held her penis and balls noticeably out in front of her body. He all but salivated at the sight. Marla watched him as her boyfriend stared hungrily at her tranny son's large breasts and that cock so proudly displayed to the world. "You want Virginia, don't you, Jason?" she stated with a lascivious grin. "No! I mean, she's...he's...I, well...oh, hell!" he replied partly aggravated that she'd noticed him. "What I mean is, "Virginia's the sexiest thing out here." Marla went on to make it even more difficult for him. "Jason, lover, look at that hair. I've never heard of a male with that much hair. Her face is lovlier than mine, for heaven's sake. Her boobs are gorgeous. Most people around us right now are watering at the mouth for her. Her legs are perfect. She has a glorious ass. And look at that absolutely delicious package between her legs...no, out in front of them!" They stared at Virginia who was talking casually with a couple several feet away. Her penis and furry balls stuffed the tight, semi-transparent white pouch of the KOALA thong, their outline as visible as if she'd worn nothing at all but the sensuality and erotic force of it amplified because of her partial cover. Jason watched as the couple repeatedly dropped their eyes to gaze at Virginia's display. She was three times as sexy because she was so obviously casual and unconcerned about her nakedness. Marla had stared at Jason who was transfixed by her shemale son's sensuous image on the warm beach. Virginia was, he could discern, gradually enlarging. The small, tight thong had stretched to its limit and blonde curls escaped the confines of the lycra restraint. Her cock now stood directly out before her. The young couple with whom she was talking were about to give up their game of not staring as the fat penis jutted through the white stretch fabric. Then, as if it were the most natural act in the world, Virginia continued talking as she hooked her thumbs into the sorely tested waistband of her KOALA and pulled downward, raising each leg and removing the thong altogether. Jason and Marla stared at each other after witnessing this erotic move. Virginia's nine-inch cock jutted before her like a honey-colored pole and the blonde fur on her balls moved gently in an errant summer breeze. She continued talking with the couple as if nothing had happened. All these visions rushed through the mind of Marla's lover as her shemale son knelt before him, his penis now completely inside Virginia's mouth. She withdrew partially, drew her lips back over her teeth and began to massage the electric spot beneath his rod. He completely lost control as Marla stared and smiled. He spurted cream heavily the first several emissions, then he ejected at least six more blobs of cum into Virginia's mouth. Her eyes were closed, but she worked her mouth and tongue vigorously. When he finished, she swallowed his cum, then swept her tongue about his organ to gather any remnant of his offering. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Virginia lay on her office sofa, naked and slowly becoming aroused once more. She caressed her breasts, relishing the pretty electric zings in her nipples. They were so heavy and comforting to her. She had shemale friends whose breasts were more firm and were spaced farther apart. Though she thought they were pretty, she preferred her own full and heavy beauties; because they were close, her cleavage was remarkable. She wore a variety of brassieres, but she became excited when she put on either low-cut blouses and sweaters or oversized, peasant-style blouses with low necklines. She sensed another orgasm coming and reached for the small bottle of warming gel with which to lubricate her shaft. The prospect of anal intercourse with Marla the next day on the beach propelled her over the edge of climax, and she felt the lovely contractions begin once more. This time she arched her hips as she vigorously stroked her penis and whispered encouragement to herself as she began to spurt. A string of cum shot from her cock and landed upon her navel. It was followed by jets of semen that she directed upward so that they would fall back upon her penis and provide that smooth lubricant with which she slid her hand up and down her staff. The cum was a delicate shade of ivory, and she gathered as much as she could with her finger and thumb, then consumed it. The taste was lightly salty. She'd made up her mind. Marla had wanted to experience anal penetration by Virginia, and she would bring it to pass tomorrow. Once more the blonde thought about making her mother pregnant. Marla had hinted at it so often that the idea was by now far more than just a thought. It was increasingly occupying Marla's mind, and the woman had made it plain that she wanted pregnancy by her shemale lover, not Jason. Later, him, perhaps, but her longing for Virginia was achieving new heights. Virginia lay quietly upon the couch, lost in erotic thoughts. Eventually they wandered into business matters, and at that point she decided to bring this part of her evening to a close. She rose slowly from the couch, stretched and shook her hair, then ambled slowly to the restroom between her office and that next door. It had been delicious, indeed. _ _ _ _ _ Copyright 2007 by Jonathan Stone