Jopop Pub

Sara went to take a nap after having posted quite a few scenes and D/s pictures in the private community she was building. The pictures of asses with stripes of red over pale flesh, with canes lying nearby. Another with a man standing holding a crop, the woman’s thighs spread open wide, the picture vividly showing the effect of the sex on the photographed girl. Sara’s own sex was engorged with perfect timing as her Master’s form filled the frame of the bedroom door. Sara’s gasp reaching His ears. That knowing smile sending warmth to Sara’s high cheek bones.
Sara showed Master one of the photographs that showed a Master with a cane. Sara knew this type of photography excited Him. He had a gleam in His eyes as He ordered Sara to present herself to Him. Sara walked to the middle of that huge room. Trepidation mingling with joy, heat, and aching need. Smooth skin being revealed slowly as fingers grasped and pulled the T-shirt over the raining of blonde curls. Tossing it aside. Feeling her Master’s eyes glide over the bountiful curves. Sara went to knees allowing them to part fairly wide. Feeling the air kiss that slick area coating her pussy well. The lips shaved smooth, as He demanded always. Arching the back pushing already large ivory mounds forward, eyes lowering to His boots as she awaited further instruction. Juices flowing between the crack of her pale ass. Tickling it begging her to move just a little more.
Amy entered the room just as Master was walking around Sara. Seeing her sister naked on the floor caused Amy’s mind to shift into tread lightly mode and also that excitement that builds when Master begins to examine either of them. Master always seemed to have a cane with Him. Amy watched as He flicked the cane over Sara’s sex. Feeling the throbbing ache begin within as Master continues. Being sure not to interrupt Him. Watching as He places clothespins on Sara’s body. Still working the cane in very intricate places.
Sara could almost feel her Master’s excitement as He flicked the cane just enough to sting the pearl. Juices flowing so wet down the crack of her ass. Tears prick her emerald eyes at the burn of it, but oh god she wanted to cum so bad. She could see that stern look in His eyes that said as loud as words, “Don’t you dare.” Writhing beneath the cane as it grazes thighs, clit, and thighs again, then to the nipples where clothespins have been placed in very sensitive spots. Seeing a gleam in His eye as He swishes the cane feeling the first clothespin snapped away from the skin the searing hot pain causing her to scream out. Pushing her body further into the covers, another swipe the clothespin dragged off the dusky rose nipple.
“Oh god, please Master,” said Sara.”
“Please, please stop!!!”
His hand moved suddenly between her thighs to return with soaking wet fingers. Bringing the essence to Sara’s sweet soft lips. “Does this show Me to stop, girl?” Master asked. Sara looked at the glistening fingers, feeling His hands brush her lips with the honey from the slick heated pussy. She bit her lower lip, inhaling the scent, barely tasting the heat. Sara’s body flushed from the little stripes of the cane. Sara hears His footsteps as He moves from her. His voice rings in her ears as He calls her to the bed. Moving automatically breath still coming in pants now biting the lower lip as beautifully marked flesh moves to Him
The bed gives as He sits down, and Sara’s body is pulled over His knees, with her blonde curls hanging towards the floor. “Sara, I see you have not kept your thoughts pure today as I had ordered” He said. “Care to explain, girl?”
“Master,” Sara said. “I have been building a web site filled with pictures of scenes.”
“Some of them I could picture with you and myself, my Master.” Said Sara. “Excellent,” said Master. “But Sara you do realize you will be punished for not keeping pure thoughts?” He said. “Yes Master, Sara remembers well.” She said. “Very good girl.” Said Master. “Amy?” He said. “Yes Master.” Said Amy. “Position yourself so that your hips are below your sister’s face. I desire her to give you pleasure as her punishment is given.” He said. “Yes, my Master.” Said Amy. Amy moved around, lowering herself to the ground, and allowing her legs to move around Master’s until her shaved petals are right near Sara’s lips. Master’s hand gently rubs Sara’s pale half moons, enjoying teasing the senses before beginning the task at hand. Sara leans forward, hands grasping Amy’s thighs. Her pink tongue reaches out dragging through the smooth lips of Amy’s shaved sex. Amy’s moans echo in the room, just before the first hard SMACK is heard.
Suddenly the whoosh kisses the ears along with the crack as Master’s hand lands squarely on the right pale ass cheek.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” screamed Sara.
Sara wiggles on His lap causing another solid SMACK to connect with soft tissues. Sara’s screams are heard as His firm voice over powers them “Hold still girl.” He said. Fire ripping through Sara’s body juices flowing knowing she is soaking His leg. His hand ringing resounding smacks over and over again until nothing of white is left. Sara writhing on His lap more but remembering His words she tones it down a little. Sara’s tongue drags through Amy’s shaved lips. Licking the juices as the tongue rolls over the pearl. Teeth graze it softly. Then biting softly, tugging, applying more pressure. Feeling Amy’s hands pulling shimmering blonde curls. Lifting hips up in desire for more. Sara slides two fingers deep inside Amy’s dripping pussy. Slowly begins moving them in and out.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, yes, more.” Said Amy.
Master’s nails rake across Sara’s ass. The intense heat caresses Sara’s ass like a roaring fire in winter. His thighs are soaked from Sara’s dripping sex. Sara hears Amy’s cries. Master hears both girls moan and cry out. Sara’s fingers move in and out of Amy’s heat easily, Master’s fingers running up to the pearl down to the dripping well then up to Sara’ ass. Repeating the process. Master continues to caress Sara’s flesh waiting for just the right moment. Sara adds a third finger as Amy begins to lift faster to the rhythm, seeing the juices sliding past her ass using the other hand to slide the index finger pushing gently into Amy’s ass. Amy’s muscles clench, Sara’s mouth biting her pearl as the finger finds its way in deeper, pulling out and pushing back in again. The index finger moves in rhythm with the other three in the tight drivingly sweet pussy. The Master takes two of His fingers and presses hard and deep into Sara’s tight ass.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MASTER!!!” Sara screams.
Master takes her as He desires. Bringing the coated fingers out slowly and pressing in again. Over and over His other hand resounding smacks against the blazingly hot ass cheek. Sara’s pressure building. Trying to please Amy as her mind goes on overload. Hearing His command. “Cum Mine cum NOW!!” Sara and Amy releasing at the same time as the pleasure coursed through them.
YESSSSSSSSSSSS mmmmmmmmmm THANK you Master!!! Yelled Amy.
As her body releases against Sara’s hands, writhing to the pleasure. . Bucking wildly as the waves of pleasure guide her emotions. The movements so intense hard to control.
“OOOhhhhh My Goddddddddddd”, screams Sara. “Thank you Master.
Sara’s own pleasure engulfing her sweet body. Writhing on Master’s thigh. The pain He inflicted filling her with such blissful pleasure her body exploding in an ocean of waves to ride.
His fingers still buried in Sara’s ass. Sara’s body trembling, the ass tightening and releasing with the spasms that run through the slut’s body. Sara wonders what He is going to do next. Staying as relaxed there as she can. Removing her fingers from Amy’s ass and pussy. Seeing the lovely blue eyes all sated from the hunger. Knowing Amy lusts for Master’s touch as well. Sara’s breathing was ragged and her heart was racing. Still feeling His strong thighs beneath the heated belly. Hair of spun gold dangling. The scent of the girl’s sister fills the air but the scent of Sara was very prevalent. The message of His control loud and clear to the girls. What he wants and wishes not what they want and wish.
Shuddering as the swollen pearl throbs. Suddenly a loud SMACK is heard as His hand meets tenderized flesh once more.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” Sara cries out.
Another SMACK, and another, His fingers moving in and out of her ass with precision to the hand harshly caressing the blazing flesh. Sara reaches around with petite hands trying to cover the burning cheeks. Feeling a third finger stretch her ass.
A sharp intake of air heard and Sara’s voice, “oh god please.” She cried.
The Master’s voice overcomes hers with a threateningly low tone “move your hands Mine.” Knowing without a doubt not to disobey, Sara’s hands pull away. Not able to see Him or Amy, Sara was unaware of His non-verbal command to Amy. Suddenly seeing bracelets closed around the small wrists. The click heard as they snap together. Her mind racing at what He could be thinking right now. His nails dragging across the colored flesh reawakening it from the numbness. Sara writhes against His fingers. Wanting more. A nice rose color suffusing high cheekbones at the hunger that desires more.
“What are you Mine?” Master asks?
Sara says, “I am a slut Master.”
“Very good girl.” Master says.
His fingers pulling out of the clean ass as she knows better than to not be cleansed before a session with Him. Something chilled hard pressing against the tight muscles of the empty ass. “Relax girl,” He says. Sara tries to relax but the muscles still tighten and spasm. Suddenly SMACK SMACK SMACK , ten, no eleven hell the girl lost count as tears poured from emerald eyes. Hips bucking up off His thighs, ass opening as the object is shoved in to fit snugly there. Feeling His fingers twirl over the swollen pearl. Gently teasing it. Pushing on the plug that fits so snug. He lifts Sara to stand. Knowing she is going to be off balance He stands quickly to catch the beauty. Tear streaks paint the porcelain skin. Eyes closing as Sara breathes through the pain. Blushing at the evidence of her desire dripping between pale thighs.
Eyes of green peek at Amy standing with such grace and poise near the table. Sara remembers she is in the bracelets, which sends a sudden fear through her. His command to heel is heard. The lithe form moves without hesitation. He commands Sara to lay on the table belly side down. Sara moves quickly to do as He directed. Long arms stretching out in front of shimmering curls. The master’s fingers drag over the red colored ass, over the curve of the back, and up to the shoulders. His lips press there as hair is moved away. Hands pulled high above, glorious gold ringlets, securing the bracelets to the hook. Moving down the table His touch never leaving her body lifting a well-toned thigh so the ass lifts but all the weight is on the taut belly. Then the other thigh lifted exposing the tightly drawn scarlet ass. Sara feels the fire that He inflicted. A soft moan leaves heart shaped lips as the vulnerability is felt here on the table.
“Don’t move Mine,” He says.
“Yes Master,” said Sara.
Emerald eyes close as she hears His voice soothingly in the room. He tells Amy to undress Him. But He wants Sara to be able to see Him being undressed. Master moves by the table pinching Sara’s flaming ass hard. A loud cry pierces the air. Hips moving, Sara prays He accepts her reactions. Watching as Amy unbuttons His shirt. Her naked ivory flesh so sweet. His lips press to Amy’s as she continues to move fingers through the buttons. Sara gasps as she sees His tongue push through the strong stern lips. The need is so hot like lava ripping through Sara. His pants fall to the floor followed by the underwear. His engorged member is thick and full. Deep pools of emeralds and shimmering pools of blue seem to widen at the same time. Both Sara and Amy thinking of just where this piece of hard throbbing flesh could go.
Sara watches as Amy falls to her knees, ruby tongue moves out gliding over the tip of Master cock. Flickering it softly. Sara’s sweet tongue caresses her full lip as eyes watch the scene before her. She wants to taste Him so badly. The head of the Master’s thick cock disappearing in Amy’s hot wet mouth. He grabs the burnished curls yanking hard as He shoves full in her mouth. Taking it like He can. Hearing Amy moan. Sara squirms upon the table, the desire pooling up inside as she continues to watch Amy suckle greedily at their Master’s hard member. Master shows both girls that He is in control. Even in this very sensual act He shoves His cock into Amy’s mouth forcefully over and over. Hair of sable pulled until Sara sees her sister wince. Still Sara’s hips writhe knowing she wants more. Sara’s ass clenches with each thrust as the object continues to hold her open and ready at any time. Hearing the sounds of His member shoving in and out. Hearing Amy’s guttural moans. Seeing as her fingers pull and stretch His balls lightly as Amy feels the head of the hard flesh begin swelling bigger. His strokes begin to move faster. Pumping Amy’s mouth suddenly pulling out of the hot sweetness. Sara watches in total amazement as He walks to her, His hand stroking His cock the head now purple as He looks at the bound beauty.
Suddenly a loud roar rips from His lips, a rainfall of cum sprays over her blonde mane, her flushed face, her eyes, nose, heavy breasts, He explodes releasing it all over. Sara’s heart races. She feels strange at this not quite understanding it. But for the first time realizing that He is in control of everything including humiliation. Tongue slides out at least licking off the lush ruby lips. Sara hears His next command, which totally floors her.
Amy pushes up from the floor, her tresses of silken brown fall over the flawless flesh. Moving to Sara placing her hands in the golden hair as the warm velvet tongue licks the cum from the covered face, slowly drawing circles and curves through it. Eyes of emeralds close as she continues with that heated tongue down Sara’s back, still not touching with hands, just a tongue and the bruised lips. Ass still high in the air. A moan escapes as the lithe form moves beneath Sara’s upturned curves, the fingers separating the already dew laden petals. Amy’s tongue quickly enters Sara’s hot pussy. A gasp heard as Amy pinches the clit hard. Trying to press harder against her roaming mouth. Sara’s need so abundant now. Wanting more. Emerald eyes close as a breath is heard parting satin lips.
Glassy eyes opening as the object in the tight ass is slowly pulled out then firmly pressed back in. Sara’s heart races as Amy’s sweet mouth creates a building need. Master’s fingers rake down the still blood reddened cheeks. Sara is heard crying out as she fights the need to cum. The girl knowing she needs permission before taking what is her Master’s to give. Soft tones are heard from the bound form. Pleas for release building to louder tones. The object moving now easier in and out of the hot tight ass. His eyes are watching the tight well as He shoves in and pulls out. Amy’s mouth teasing the rock hard clit. Sara squirms as the unyielding material tortures the upturned ass. Teeth nip at the pleasure nub tugging it gently.
Sara screams “please Master PLEASE!!” She cries out to cum.
“Oh no slut, He says”
“Not quite there yet girl.”
A loud SMACK heard as a scream rips from flustered lips. Grinding down as much as she can in this position. Sara’s ass swinging as His hand reaches it again, pinching, pulling, and molding.
Hearing a creak as the Master steps up behind the girl. Sara can feel His breath upon the blistered skin as the inanimate object is removed from her now loosened and ready ass. You could tell Sara almost breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly the girl’s ass was rendered with His now once again engorged member. Knowing it was spread and ready for this He pushes harder. Sara bites back a scream from the pain that rips through the tight hole. The slurping noise of Amy greedily tasting the juices of her sister gives Sara the feeling of pain and ecstasy all in one. Amy begins to bite the clit a little harder, licking more, Sara’s hands still bound, begin to pull and twist the desire to touch her sister builds as her Master shoves His thick member in and out of the upturned ass. Pressure builds as His fingers spread Sara’s pussy moving in rhythm with His cock. Filling her full in both orifices, stretching her, USING her and pushing Sara to accept Him, all of Him. His voice booms.
“Cum Now Mine.” Master says.
Amy’s teeth suddenly clamp Sara’s clit tightly. Master slams into her rapidly as His own climax roars through Him. Pumping slower as Sara’s ass milks Him to catch all of His juice. Sara’s screams fill the air as the spasms rock through her now satiated body. Wave after wave she rides the thunderous roar. Panting feeling the juices mix and mingle down her legs. Amy’s teeth release as she licks. Master pulls out His voice ringing through our ears.
“Well done girls.”
“Well done.” Master says.
Sara’s bracelet hands are released as Amy moves from beneath her, Master’s touch now soothing as He instructs Amy to get the cream for the no longer ivory cheeks. Sara’s bitten lips now captured with His as He kisses her gently. His firm hand massaging her shoulders as His massive form stands before her. Amy brings the cream back. Master leans down grabbing her mane of curls kissing her soundly. Sara watches as His tongue explores Amy’s sweet mouth. His hand taking the jar of cream. Thanking Amy. Sara’s Master then proceeds to rub the cream into the marks upon the ivory globes and dusky nipples. The thighs and the clit next. The heat becomes hotter once more for Sara but Master assures her she needs to rest. Finally He rubs the cream against the almost purple red ass. The cream was cold to the flesh. Sara squirms as the pleasure of the cream mixes with the pain of the marks.
Both girls smile, as they know their Master is pleased.

**Author’s Note: Megan and Kara - Inspired by porn. Well, what isn’t, but anyway. It was the laundry that got this idea turning. Cursed laundry. Thanks to all who’ve voted or commented on my other stuff. Unlike my others, I’m not sure I can take this one anywhere else. Let me know what you think. This one was fun to write. I hope its as much fun to read.
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I heard a shriek just before I opened the door. I quickly inserted my key and rushed inside my apartment. My roommate, Kara, stood in the far pantry. I could see her past the living room and through the kitchen. She had on a baby-doll that stopped just below her breasts and nothing else. I froze, stammering, then realized what I was doing and shut and locked our door.
I put my bag of groceries and purse on the kitchen table and walked over to the pantry. Kara leaned over the washer, grabbing either side of it as if she intended to rip it away from the wall and throw it. Her naked body, dark and flawless, gleamed with a layer of perspiration. Our clothes, mostly tanks and underwear, were flung all across the floor, dryer, our shelves, and the dry basin behind her.
After a few moments of carefully controlled breathing, Kara finally spoke. “Hi, Megan.” Her teeth did not part.
“Can I help you with that?” I asked.
“Not unless you can fix my broken nail, turn Rob into a nice guy, kick my asshole brother in the balls, fire my boss and promote someone with a bit of sense, and fix the pair of silk panties I just ruined in the wash.”
“That’s quite a list,” I murmured. I was looking at her back. Her spine flowed out from beneath that baby-doll and curved back into her ass. She was perfect, and her cheeks were delectable. My mouth watered. She’d kill me if I touched her, I know, but that didn’t stop me from looking.
Kara took a deep breath, turned, put her ass to the washer. “Sorry, Megan. It’s just been one horrible day.
I walked up to her, expecting to get punched any second. I put my hands on her shoulders. She was tense, her shoulders stiff and wooden. Even through cotton, her skin was hot from her anger. “You need to be pampered a while, girl. Come here.”
I pulled her towards the door. She hesitated, glancing over our clothes. “Let me grab some panties.”
“Forget that,” I told her. “I said pampered.” She frowned at me, confused, but resisted no further. I guided her to our couch, sat her down, pulled her baby-doll off, and then kissed her forehead. She looked up at me, not surprised exactly. I don’t know. Something. She wasn’t angry, though, and that gave me all the green light I needed. I felt a dollop of girl-honey beading between my labia. Damn, but she was beautiful, like a Hawaiian goddess come to life in our San Francisco apartment.
I locked the door, drew the blinds, and turned up the heat a little. She wrapped our puppy-dog throw over her shoulders. I stood her up, wrapped her in it, then had her lie down on the couch.
“You’re in Megan’s Magic Impromptu Tender Moments Spa,” I said as I leaned over her. “Only kisses and caresses and the finest care for our customers.”
She giggled. “Are you stoned?”
“No, but I’m inspired. That was one hell of a list you rattled off back there, so now I’ve got one hell of a task to make it all good.”
Kara giggled again.
I went through our apartment, piling assorted items in my arms, until I returned a moment later and dumped it all on the couch at her feet. I left room for her to stretch out, but she was lying with both feet still on the floor, so I guided her small, beautiful feet up onto the couch. I tried to not stare at her delicate labia as she moved. They had parted slightly, like lips taking an urgent, sensual breath, though they remained tucked inside her outer labia. My mouth went dry.
I sat beside her on the couch and pulled her hands into my lap. I found the nail with the break and trimmed away the broken piece, filed it down as well as I could, then gently filed the rest of her nails. I put a cucumber mask on her face, spreading it gently with my fingers. I loved touching her face, and wished I could touch more.
Kara sighed when I finished. I got her up long enough to spread a heavy towel over the sofa. When I laid her back down, this time without the throw, I spent a few moments massaging her feet. Within seconds, she was cooing as if in the hands of her lover. I felt a peculiar exultation that I was the one eliciting these sounds.
She opened her eyes when I started pouring body oil on her legs. She watched me, but said nothing as I worked the thin, sensual oil into her skin. I made no pretense at shyness, and blatantly ran my fingers all the way up her thighs to the scruffy pubic hair she had not shaved for a few days. Her panty lines rasped beneath my fingers, but I continued, just as if I was oiling myself with her as an audience. She gasped when I ran my oily fingers over her pubis, somehow not actually touching her clit.
“Megan, what are you doing?”
Her voice was curious, a little wild around the edges. Not angry. I leaned close to her and gently kissed her lips, careful to avoid the mask.
“I told you, Kara. Only kisses and caresses at Megan’s Magic Impromptu Tender Moments Spa. Just enjoy.”
I continued rubbing while I spoke, and my fingers slid up the inside of her thigh, across her sex, and up. My pinky and ring fingers slid into her slit, rubbing along her clitoris in a quick, almost careless stroke. I hadn’t planned it that way, but I enjoyed every bit of the sensation. As much as I enjoyed the tingling stiffness in my nipples and the fluttery pulses of moisture and tension seeping into my vagina.
Kara tensed, squealed, her thighs coming together and lifting.
“Megan,” she moaned. “Listen, you shouldn’t worry about all this…”
I pushed her back down onto the couch, then started oiling her tummy.
“What,” I began, “You going to make me sit on you to hold you down? Come on. Just relax. Don’t you trust me?”
Her eyes were mysterious. “Until now, I trusted you to not molest me in my sleep. Now, I’m not so sure.”
My hands kept rubbing the oil over her smooth stomach, up onto her ribs. I stared into her eyes as I reached her small but lovely breasts. Her flesh sagged against her ribs, beautiful and graceful even while lying. My breasts are smaller still, and I envied her clearly defined aureoles and those tiny but erect nipples. Mine are pinker, flatter, and hard to see even against my pale skin.
“No molesting,” I said. “I’ll stop when you tell me.”
Her lips pressed together. “I think I already did.”
I froze, looked into her eyes a moment longer. She watched me. My fingers had settled over her nipples, trailing oil onto her beautiful breasts. I withdrew, got up, closed my bottle, and walked away from the couch. I went into the pantry, where our clothes lay scattered. I washed my hands in the basin, then started picking up the clean but tumultuous laundry.
After a minute, I became aware of Kara’s presence in the door. I didn’t look at her. I was waiting for her to ask me to move out. I was waiting for her to scream at me. I tried to not be ashamed, but the feelings washed over me in great waves. I had fucked up. I had crossed the line. Sometimes it really sucks when you’re a girl who likes girls.
“I didn’t know you were like that,” she said after a moment.
I shrugged. Still didn’t look at her.
“If I had,” she started. “I wouldn’t have…”
I dropped the shirt I was folding. “What? You wouldn’t have let me move in?” I looked at her, ashamed and angry and feeling suddenly mean. She had wiped the mask away, but her body still gleamed from her breasts down.
“No. I was going to say,” she paused to take a slow breath, “I was going to say that I wouldn’t have been so careless. I must have been a terrible tease, all this time walking around here in panties, or nothing.”
Defeated by still more guilt over my anger, I turned away, returned to folding the clothes. “Forget it.”
Another pair of panties folded, another tank, a pair of pink socks. Suddenly she was behind me.
“You promised me kisses and caresses, Megan,” Kara murmured.
I frowned but said nothing.
She put her elbows on my shoulders, her hands together in front of my face. I looked at her palms, at her fingers, and the curve of her thumbs. Why did I find even that erotic?
“Now I know why you’re sometimes so - strange - around me. Now I know what my effect on you has been. It’s okay, Megan. I’m not angry. I’m kind of flattered. Come on. Finish the oils.”
“I shouldn’t have started,” I said. “It was a stupid idea. I won’t bug you any more.”
Childish, I know.
“You’re not listening to me,” she said. “All right, do me.”
I frowned, then turned around. She kept her arms around me, her elbows returned to my shoulders when I was facing her.
“What?”
“Finish the oils, then do me. Then can we go back to being friends?”
I didn’t believe what I had heard. “What?” I stammered again.
“Do me. Fuck me. Have sex with me. Then can we just be friends again?”
“I see what you’re doing,” I said. “I’m not going to do this just to get it out of my system. Forget it. Look, I said I won’t bug you anymore.”
She watched my eyes. I watched hers. She darted back and forth, from one of mine to the other. God, she was beautiful. I didn’t want to just fuck her, though. I wanted her love. I wanted to wake in her bed, have dirty, morning sex, and sleep the rest of the morning away. I wanted to be with her all the time. I wanted…
“Okay,” she said. She walked back into the living room. I watched her walk away, watched the seductive sway of her spine, her ass. Heavenly. My inner slipperiness remained, though I had lost the fire behind it. I went back to folding laundry.
I went back out after I finished the clothes. Kara was in the bedroom, doing I don’t know what. I just grabbed my keys and left. I wanted her. I had wanted her for a long time. That she was willing to have sex was a positive, in a way, but not the way I wanted. At least she didn’t hate me for being a dyke.
I drove around a while. Gas was way too expensive, but I didn’t care. I could walk to work - it would take a half-hour longer - if I it came to that. I needed the time to think, and it was too cold to just sit outside.
So she was interested enough to let me ‘do her’ once. How could I turn that into romance? How could I turn that mild interest into something like the hungry desire I felt? What would catch her attention? How could I basically be to her what a male date would be? A male date… A guy…
When I went home, she was gone. It was late, so I made myself a small supper and went to bed. When I woke the next morning, Kara was lying on her bed facing away from me, the sheets kicked off. She wore a t-shirt and panties instead of her usual pajamas, and the back of her panties had worked between her cheeks like a thong. I stared at her ass for a long time, relishing the sun gleaming on her dark, golden skin. My alarm went off, though, so I got up and went to work.
Kara was waiting for me when I returned. She looked like she had something important to say, but I cut her off.
“Before you start, I have something to say. I’m sorry for what I did yesterday. Can I make it up to you with dinner?”
She blinked. “Dinner?”
“Yeah. Let’s dress up, and I’ll take you out. Wherever you want to eat.”
“Um, okay. Yeah, Megan, that sounds good. Listen, let’s just forget about yesterday, okay? I like you, and you like me, we get along, let’s just move on.”
I smiled. “Okay. Then where do you want to eat?”
Kara shrugged. “I don’t know, someplace with burgers, I guess.”
With a shake of my head, I started towards the bedroom. “Nah. Something nice. A steakhouse or something.”
She followed me, and watched from the door as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head, then my bra.
“Megan, you don’t have to do that.”
“It’s okay. I want to. Let’s just go enjoy some good food and relax.”
“Gordon’s, then,” she said finally.
“Great.” I pulled a decent sweater out of my closet and pair of khaki pants to match and went to bathe.
Again, Kara followed me. I kept my eyes to myself as I stripped to my panties and started running my water. After some lily-blossom bubble bath, I retrieved my razor and some gel. Kara didn’t go away. She just watched. I kept my eyes averted, pulled off my panties, and climbed in the big, old-fashioned bathtub, sighing as the hot water massaged my ass and legs. I sprayed a healthy gob of cream in my hand, lathered up one leg and started to shave. Kara watched from the door, her eyes dark, mysterious.
After my legs and underarms, Kara still didn’t leave. I hesitated, then decided I didn’t care. I keep my pubic hair shaved because I like the feel of my skin against my underwear. I moved up onto the side of the tub, with my back against the wall, and braced one foot on the other side. Under Kara’s scrutiny, I started to shave my muff.
“That’s pretty kinky,” she said as I pulled my outer labia flat and ran the razor over them. I had only two days of growth, so it was easy.
I shrugged.
Kara smiled at me, then left. I finished, then got dressed. While she bathed, I waited on the couch. When we were ready, I drove us down to Gordon’s. We took a seat in a corner booth, away from the other customers. It was dark in the corner, but nice. It was kind of late, and mostly empty.
We ordered, and the waitress disappeared. Kara and I met each other’s eyes several times, but neither of us said much. The food came, and we ate. I like steak, if it’s not rare, and not burnt. Gordon’s makes a perfect steak, all grey, with awesome spices and flavor. Kara ate hers pink, which made me think of sex. I guess I was smiling, because I suddenly realized she had stopped eating and said, “What?”
I know I blushed. “Sorry. Just lost in thought.”
Kara went back to eating as if nothing had happened. I kept my eyes on my own plate after that.
“Let’s split a shake,” she said when we finished. I nodded. When the waitress brought our shake, I moved around onto Kara’s bench. We only had one straw. I started to wave to the waitress to bring another, but Kara shook her head. “We drink out of the same glass anyway.”
So, we shared the straw.
“This is nice,” Kara told me.
“Yes,” I said. “Thanks for not being mad. Putting everything behind us is best.”
“Not everything,” Kara said, sipping at the shake. I looked at her. She paused for another sip, then looked directly into my eyes. “How can I forget what you tried to do. I’m not angry or anything, but I mean, that changes things.”
There it was. I had been expecting something like this, only then, after what she had said earlier, I had thought I had escaped.
“Look. You’re interested in me. That’s a big thing. It’s not something I can just forget, okay. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just something that isn’t going to go away just because you said you’re sorry.”
“Do you want me to move out?”
“No, silly,” she said, partially laughing. I was confused, so I didn’t say anything more. “I want us to be friends, just like before. If that means I now have to wonder if you’re checking out my ass when I walk away from you, then that’s what it means, okay.”
She handed me the straw. I sipped at the frosty, but it had lost its appeal. I was scared, and ashamed, all over again.
I hated myself for being that way. I gritted my teeth. What would a guy do?
I took a deep breath. “So, your place or mine?”
Kara laughed.
I took another breath, then leaned over and kissed her. She froze, but I didn’t relent. I caressed her lips with mine, gave myself to her. After a moment, I pulled away.
“You deserve to be kissed,” I told her. “You deserve good kissing. Yesterday, I was trying to get to that, but I messed it up. You had a bad day, and instead of helping, I fucked it up. You don’t need me screwing up your emotions. You need a good, soft, gentle, thorough kiss.”
She was watching me, my Hawaiian goddess.
“Mmmmm. What else do I deserve?”
“You deserve to be held. Cuddled.”
I put my arm around her shoulders, pulled her close. “Protected. Not because you’re not strong, not because you can’t protect yourself, but because you shouldn’t have to all the time.”
She smiled softly. Her eyes had turned glassy, dreamy.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
After I paid for our meal, I took Kara’s hand and we walked to the car. I drove us home in silence. We sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and found a silly romantic comedy. Our faithful puppy throw hung over the back of the couch, so I draped it over us, and put my arm around her again. Kara leaned against me, and we watched the movie.
When the movie got to the ending, after the man got his girl and they lived happily, well, whatever, I turned Kara’s face to mine with one finger and resumed that kiss. I kissed her every way I wanted to be kissed. She didn’t kiss back, but neither did she pull away. When I stopped, she had that dreamy look again.
“You’re pretty good at that,” she whispered.
“What’s your favorite sexual fantasy?” I asked her.
“Well, usually, its to be taken by two or three guys until I’m covered in cum and my legs won’t hold me up. Here lately, though, I’ve been having a different one.” She looked at the TV for a while. “But where can you find two decent guys willing to get naked and maybe touch each other a little just to please a girl?”
I shook my head.
“They’re happy enough to daydream that we’re all bisexual, though,” she continued. “They all want me to do another girl, you couldn’t dream of asking them to even do it in front of another guy, let along let that guy join in.”
“What other fantasies?” I queried.
“I don’t know. Anything hot and steamy is good for me. Beaches and forests sound good. I’d like to do it in a pool once.” She looked at me. “What about you? What are your fantasies?”
There was a direct look in her eyes. She was prepared for my fantasies to involve her.
“You don’t want to know,” I said. I looked away. I was blushing again.
“Yes I do. Even if they’re about me.” She leaned close, as if tempting me to kiss her again. “Tell me.”
“No, I’m too dirty. Nasty.”
“I have this one fantasy were my guy licks my asshole while he fingers me until I cum. Dirty like that?”
I shrugged. “Most of my fantasies lately just involve me being a guy and being able to please you. Before that, I daydreamed about getting peed on.” My ears burned. My cheeks felt singed. Even my nose was hot.
Kara closed her eyes and laid her head back on the couch. “Mmmmm,” she said. “I don’t have to pee right now.”
I waited. Was she really serious about all this? Was she really considering it?
After a minute, “Would you lick your lover’s asshole, Megan?”
I cuddled next to her, rested my chin on her shoulder. My lips were right next to the honey-colored curve of her neck. I just loved her skin. I wanted to kiss her down to her collarbones. And then lower.
“I think I would, if she really wanted something like that.”
“Have you ever done it before?”
“No.”
I edged closer to her soft, perfect skin. “Would you like me to lick your asshole, Kara?”
Her full, lovely lips parted and she took a slow, careful breath. The tip of her tongue grazed over her lips, mostly out of sight. I kissed her neck. Her skin was hot, hot and soft, like I imagined her pussy. I opened my mouth and breathed against her, in her ear. I felt motion below and realized that one of her hands was on my thigh. She squeezed my leg. Static hunger flicked upwards over my thigh, directly into my pussy. I salivated on both ends, and my nipples crimped into hard buds.
“I could stand you over the washing machine, like you were yesterday,” I whispered. “I could start at your neck, and kiss my way down your back until I get to that perfect little tush. I could slide my tongue along…”

Can I tell you about a fantasy of mine, which involves me and a female friend fucking 2 guys?
Jo and I are similar builds, both with big breasts and dark hair, and sometimes we have sex with each other when there’s no man around. Then we decided to try have sex with 2 guys who would like a 4some.
So we went to a bar and picked out 2 likely lads. One was a big guy called Rob and he was sooooo sexy, I wet my knickers as soon as I saw him. His mate wasn’t bad either, Jo and I looked at each other and knew we’d found our 4some.
We joined their table and we all had lots to drink and smoke (lots of time to flirt, I loved rubbing my body all over Rob when I sat in his lap) and then we went back to Jo’s place. We had another joint when we got there and Jo put on some fuck videos, showing 2 girls and 2 guys getting it on. Jo and I started to put on a show for the guys, we kissed and licked each other’s faces before taking turns to suck on each other’s ample breasts. I love the feel of Jo’s tits, they are so soft like mine and they taste so nice. Her nipples are hard and pink and very easy to suck.
Then we went into a 69 and began sucking on each other’s pussies. Jo always tastes nice, I love to suck her cunt and ass and she always comes buckets and I love the taste of her cum. Rob had been sitting on the sofa wanking his cock but he came over to Jo’s bed and stuck his cock out so I could suck it. This I did, with enthusiasm, I love to suck cock and I always get off doing it as Jo will know, because I came on her face when I sucked Rob’s cock. Then he came behind me and stuck his cock inside Jo’s cunt, right above my face, and after a few pushes he pulled his cock out of her cunt and stuck it in my mouth. Suck my cock, you bitch, he said and I sucked Jo’s juices off Rob’s cock. Then he stuck his cock back inside Jo’s cunt and he fucked her harder and harder while I watched in envy. Finally I could stand it no longer and cried, Rob, fuck me now with that big hard cock, fuck I need you now, fuck me please and he said he would, but only after I had sucked his balls and licked his ass. I was quick to comply and I gave his balls a thorough sucking and his ass a good licking and then he was ready to let me fuck him.
Rob lay down and I kneeled above him, thrusting my breasts into his mouth and then I positioned his cock right at the entrance to my pussy. I was desperate to have that beautiful cock inside me but I took my time sliding down his cock, sliding slowly until his cock was finally embedded all the way deep inside my cunt.
I wriggled my hips around the base of his cock, fuck it felt good. Slowly I started to move up and down Rob’s cock, enjoying every second. I couldn’t help but go faster and faster until I was fucking him hard, fucking his cock, every hard inch, I knew I was going to come and I tightened my cunt muscles around his cock and I just exploded, and came with wave after wave of pleasure, I could feel my juices running down my legs.
And then I had to suck his cock, I had to suck my come juices off his cock so I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock, every hard inch, and his cock tasted so good. I sucked and licked every inch of that cock and his hairy balls and I loved the taste of him so much I was just dying to taste his cum so I began to beg, come for me baby, give me your come, I want you to come in my mouth, let me taste your cream and I could feel his cock tighten and his balls felt different and I knew he was going to come and I was going to come too and then it hit me, his come came streaming out of his cock, into my mouth, onto my face, on my tongue, I tried to keep up and swallow and it tasted so good, I loved the taste of his come.
I sucked and licked until his cock was clean and completely soft and then I kissed Rob, let him lick the remnants of his come from my face. As we snuggled, we looked over to where Jo and Rob’s mate were still going at it and we knew the night was not finished yet.

It’s an unusually hot July night. I’m lying in bed - alone. Listening to soft music, eyes closed, naked. Air from the nearby fan caresses my hot skin. We spent the day together, then had to take our separate ways home. Now the memories are filling my head and I smile to myself. The day was beautiful, albeit short, as is any time we spend together. I glance in the mirror across from the bed - my long blond hair has fallen across the pillow - wisps of hair occasionally get caught in the breeze from the fan. My skin is glowing from being in the sun.
I reach over to the lamp and turn it off. The room remains dimly lit by the yard light outside my window. I stare at the shadows on the ceiling for a few minutes before closing my eyes again. I see your face in my mind as I last saw it, drawing away from our kiss goodbye. I imagine that I can feel your arms holding me tight to your body, your lips are on my shoulder . . . and how it takes my breath away. I want to pull you close to me and never let you go.
Resting my hand on my stomach, I feel the heat that radiates from my body. In my twilight sleep I imagine that you are here - next to the bed - you’re watching me. You’re leaning against the headboard, one hand touching my head, fingers slowly slipping through the length of my hair . . . Taking a deep breath I slowly exhale, relaxing into the mood that’s easing over me. You whisper to me and I respond to your bidding. Moving my hand slowly up to the swell of my breasts, lightly grazing my fingertips over my nipples, the response is quick. My hands continue to my neck and into my hair. I stretch, arching my back, stretching my tired muscles. My hands make their way back downward, pausing at my breasts and awakening my barely concealed passion. Nipples responding again to my caresses. You murmur your approval . . . I continue to caress my breasts, exciting my nipples with one hand, while the other hand trails down my body to my inner thighs. I part my legs slightly, allowing just enough room for my fingertips to slip between them. Again you whisper your encouragement, and I’m losing myself in your demands. I will do whatever you ask me, whatever pleases you. I cannot describe exactly how this makes me feel, at first, self-conscious, then the exhibitionist in me slowly exerts herself and I find that I want to show you all you want to see. I want you to be pleased with the performance you command.
You walk to the end of the bed and take my ankles in each hand, slowly and easily spreading my legs apart, you don’t want any part of me hidden from your admiring eyes.
My fingers move further down, parting my lips, tickling and teasing. My nerves are tingling. You instruct me to use both hands - licking my fingers first, and inserting them, I feel warm wetness, fingers sliding in easily. My wet fingers touch and explore the soft folds, light little circles on the sweet nub - my breathing is quick and shallow.
I feel your lips tease my nipples - barely brushing them, keeping them erect and aching for your attentive kisses. Craving your tongues’ teasing, licking…
My fingers quicken before I feel you grasp my wrists and firmly pull my hands over my head. You use a nearby scarf to bind my wrists to the headboard. My legs spread . . . you climb between them and lower your head - your lips playing with me, occasionally your tongue licks quickly. I want more and try to put my hips closer, but you pull away each time I try to get closer. I begin to moan - begging for your tongue, your kisses, that special maneuver that drives me wild.
You’re moving, I feel the length of your body against mine, pressing me down onto the bed. I look into your eyes and wrap my legs around you, we kiss, a tender, deep, soul-searching kiss. We take our time, prolonging our pleasure. Moving to each others’ rhythm, silence is broken by our demanding lovemaking, moans of rapture slip into the air.
I believe you want me, to touch me, to take me and you do. I can’t get enough, I never will. We make it last as long as we can, however, it’s still over too soon. But we enjoy touching and caressing still, lovemaking never ends abruptly with us…it’s ongoing…and we enjoy every second of quiet delight.

My wife, Lana, and I had just finished one of our longest (in time) fucks for quite some time.
We both were gasping and groaning after the second mutual orgasm. I was lying on my back with my fast wilting cock still embedded in her hot cunt.
She was smiling down at me when she suddenly rolled off me. “I was just wondering about all of our friends. Do you think they are as sexually active as we are?”
I was surprised by her question. Usually, after a good fuck, she was quiet and rather demure. My blond, very lovely wife has an hour glass figure and nice, firm tits and is very reserved around other people. I tried to make light of the question.
“I doubt that they are nearly as good at it as we are, especially you!” I quipped. “What made you think about that?” I asked.
She grinned a shy grin. “I just wondered if they all enjoy fucking as much as we do,” she admitted.
She seemed to be deep in thought. “I wonder how it might feel to be gang banged,” she said, startling me. “I have never had more than one at a time.”
I was now more shocked than before. Lana had never even mentioned the idea before. “What do you mean?” I queried.
“I have seen gang bang on video movies but never actually seen one in person,” she said. “I wonder if it is as much fun and erotic as it looks on tape!” she continued.
I was flabbergasted. She has always refused to allow me the back door bit and now she was openly confessing that it looked like fun. My cock began to rise again at the thought of being allowed to bang her lovely, protruding ass.
She laughed when she noticed my cock coming to attention. “No! Not now, but maybe sometime,” she said. “I was just making an observation.”
“Are you suggesting that you-” she cut me off with, “You are too big. I wonder if someone smaller might be better, at least the first time.”
I groaned aloud. What a time to have a big cock. “I suppose you have someone in mind,” I said, pressing the issue.
She thought for a moment. “I hope this is not making you mad,” she expressed avidly.
I hesitated a moment to gather my thoughts. “No, I am not mad, just slightly perturbed that you want someone else to fuck your ass.”
“No! Not really! I just wondered aloud,” she said wistfully.
“Like whom?” I asked bluntly.
“Well, if you really want to know, I was thinking about several people.” She hesitated for a short time. “Well, maybe Wally Sheffield, or Dan Modiset, or Harry Hanady, or Stan Brown,” she said all too quickly.
“All four?” I asked with a grin.
“Why not?” she rebuked me. “The more the merrier.”
My cock had wilted. “What about me?” I asked gruffly.
“You could watch,” she said. She was now really getting excited. She began to chuckle. “Would that be too awkward for you?” she said sincerely.
I coughed aloud. “You are really sincere aren’t you?” I asked.
Without hesitation she said forcefully, “YES! If you are OK with it!”
I began to ponder the idea in my mind. This might just be the break through that we both needed. I could put the pressure on Wally, Dan, Harry and Stan to allow me a crack, so to speak, at their wives, not to mention getting a piece of my wife’s ass.
Lana noticed my smile. “Are you OK with the idea?” she asked again.
“Hell! I will even help you set it up!” I exclaimed. I rolled from the bed and grabbed the phone.
Lana began to laugh. “You are impetuous,” she said with a wink.
I nodded, thus putting the idea into gear. I phoned all of the fellows and asked them to come over that very night for a little party.
They all seemed surprised when I did not invite their wives. They all were eager when I suggested that Lana had made some fun plans.
Stan was first to arrive. The other three were right behind him.
Stan is a large black man, with broad shoulders and very muscular.
Wally is a rather small man but he too is quite muscular. He is tanned, nearly as dark as Stan.
Dan is slightly over weight. His long, creamy white body makes him look even bigger. No tan here.
Harry is a woman’s delight. He has curly black hair, a rough bearded face and muscles where they should be.
The evening seemed to be starting perfectly. It all began with sexual innuendoes from the men. Of course Lana had dressed in a very revealing outfit, minus a bra and panties.
Lana asked the men to go with her to the back room where she had a surprise for them.
I watched as my wife wriggled down the hall and into the back bedroom. The men were following in close cadence. I waited, as my wife had ordered, for several minutes.
When I arrived at the door of the room, I was greeted with hushed mumbles. When I opened the door, I saw Lana was naked, her tits being fondled by Harry.
Stan was naked. His huge cock was embedded deeply in my wife’s pussy. Dan was lying on his back under Lana. His small cock was pressing against her ass sphincter. Lana was sucking on Wally’s cock. Her free hand stroked Harry’s cock vigorously.
I was shocked how rapidly it had all started. Stan noticed me in the doorway. He looked at me sheepishly.
When I nodded my head in assurance, he shouted, “Let the orgy begin!” as he pumped his cock in and out of my wife’s cunt furiously.
I watched, transfixed by the sight of Stan’s big black cock moving in and out of my wife’s pussy. Her cunt lips would appear as he withdrew and disappear when he shoved the black monster into her. The contrast of his black cock and her white body was unbelievable. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight.
Lana was gasping and grunting loudly. Her sudden shout of ecstasy echoed in the room. Dan’s cock had slipped into my wife’s ass and Stan’s huge black cock was pummeling into her pussy with long, deep thrusts.
I had to chuckle when I noticed Wally’s eyes. Lana was giving him the blowjob of his life. Her cheeks were pulled in and I could see she was rolling his cock around in her mouth with her tongue. Wally’s eyes rolled back. I thought he would pass out.
I watched in awe. My wife was being gang banged big time. Her eyes were wide and glazed. Her smile could be seen around Harry’s hard cock. She was enjoying every minute of the orgy. Her spontaneous shouts of encouragement reverberated in the room.
Stan’s balls began to contract. His growls of sexual passion filled the room. With a huge stroke and a loud grunt, his balls deflated, and his cock jumped as his huge load filled my wife with cum.
Lana shouted her climax around the cock that was exploding in her sucking mouth. Her hands were busy on Harry’s throbbing shaft. Her ass sphincter closed tightly on Dan’s invading cock just as it spewed his seed into her rectum.
Harry shot a huge load onto her bouncing tits.
Lana was in seventh heaven. Her smile and shouts of encouragement were testimony of her complete satisfaction. “More! More!” she begged as the men switched positions.
I watched as the men switched positions. Lana’s eyes were begging for more just as her mouth was begging for them to fill her holes again.
She groaned in delight each time they switched. Her running commentary of how good it felt filled the room as did the smell of mingled cum.
I glanced at my watch. They had been fucking for over half an hour when Lana noticed me standing inside the room. “Thanks!” she mouthed during a switch.
I watched as long as I could. I finally left my wife with her orgy men and wandered back into the family room. I could hear the sounds of the men fucking my wife, so I turned up the TV.
It was much later when I heard the men coming down the hall.
Lana entered behind them. Her body was covered with cum. Her pussy was as red as a turkey’s snout. Her ass, pink and stretched. Her face was effervescent with joy.
They stopped at the door to the family room. “Thanks for a great evening,” they said in unison.
My wife agreed heartily. “My pleasure, I am sure!” she said emphatically.
“Whose wife is next?” I asked when they started to leave.
They all stopped dead in their tracks.
“Turn about is fair play!” I exclaimed.
Lana noticed the look on each one’s face. “Try it. You might find she will like it. I totally enjoyed the whole thing except when you all stopped.”
Her blatant words surprised me. She had been so apathetic about fucking before I was quite amazed. She was a changed woman now. Her whole perception of sex had changed, I must admit, to the better. She had shed her inhabitations and was a completed woman.
They were all shaking their heads in dismay as they slowly trudged down the sidewalk.
I grinned at Lana. “I hope you don’t mind if I fuck their wives. After all, you seemed to enjoy your fantasy, I should be allowed the same pleasure.”
She laughed aloud. “This is a start of something big and new,” she announced. “After I shower, I will tell you all about how it feels to be so delectably fucked by your friends.”
She talked for hours about it that night. When we fucked again, she seemed to have urgency in her fucking. Of course, she now wants to fuck more often than ever before. She seems to be measuring up every male friend we have. We are waiting for the next orgy. I hope it is not a very long to wait.
Lana wondered aloud how she should explain to their wives of the great revelation she has had.
I just smiled and nodded.
“It is too bad that more women don’t give in to their secret desires for the pleasure of gang bangs,” she admits. “I am sure glad that I finally did!”
*
Footnote:
As for becoming a slut, I can readily admit that she still does not come on to men any more than she did before, only now she can be quite discerning and selective. She never has a gangbang unless I agree to the participants and I get to participate in one way or another.
I must admit, though, that she has become quite proficient in her sex life, but that is an altogether different story.

For those who missed Part I, the players are:
Sandy Lane, pro surfer with an uncanny resemblance to…
Ashley Vaughn, gorgeous Hollywood starlet in a TV series produced by…
Darla Palmer, who convinces Sandy to bob his nose after he is punched out by rival surfer…
Buster Cruz, whose mysterious death in Honolulu is being investigated by…
Detective Halani and Lieutenant Goering.
Ashley played with Sandy’s long blonde hair as he slept uneasily beside her. Usually Sandy was dead to the world after they finished making love, but tonight he seemed to be plagued by new demons. As he tossed and turned in one of her old nightgowns, she knew that he had carried through somehow on his promise to eliminate the threat of Buster Cruz. But what had he done?
Sandy had adamantly refused to tell her what went on while she was away in New York. All she was able to get out of him was that he had made a quick trip to Hawaii, and that she didn’t have anything more to worry about. However, if by chance she were contacted by Lieutenant Goering of the L.A.P.D. or Detective Halani of the Honolulu Police Department, she should say nothing.
Who was this person she was sleeping with, Ashley wondered. Sandy Lane had given up his manhood for her. Had he also given up his soul? Could the beautiful girl in her nightgown, who was really a boy, also be a murderer?
He cried out again, and she took him in her arms. Whatever he might have done, he did it for her. Ashley Vaughn was responsible for what Sandy Lane had become, and she was determined to keep him this way for as long as she could. She reached down and found his flaccid penis. Slowly, tenderly, she stroked him back to life. When his eyes opened, she whispered, “Whatever you did, it’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”
She lifted up his nightgown and lowered herself onto him, easing herself up and down as if she were the man and he were the woman. Their strange reality was a blessed escape from his dreams. So they made love again and again, until the studio wakeup service told them it was time to get up and get dressed for work.
They were shooting on location at Lunada Bay on the Palos Verdes Peninsula that week. Palos Verdes is a rugged, tree covered paradise on the southern outskirts of greater Los Angeles. At this hour, the usual freeway traffic was nonexistent. It was an unseasonably warm morning, with hot Santa Ana winds, and Sandy lowered the top of his convertible as they began their descent from the Hollywood Hills. The sun crept over the eastern horizon as they made their way towards the coast.
* * *
A few hours later, Ashley and Sandy sat side by side in the makeup trailer on the set of Wet Girls. The makeup team had gotten Sandy’s transformation into Ashley’s double down to a science, and they liked to work on both Pepper Reefs simultaneously to make sure they had the same look. They each had their blonde hair slicked back as if they had already been in the water, and their identical wetsuits were hot pink today.
This week’s episode would involve a big confrontation between Pepper Reef and a group of bad-ass local surfers known as the Bay Boys. Although Palos Verdes is an upscale Los Angeles suburb, Lunada Bay is notorious for run-ins between visitors and the local surfers who claim it as their turf. The real Bay Boys had been bought off by the network for a few days, their places taken by walk-on surfers who had auditioned for the parts. Toby Goodfin would have loved this, Sandy thought sadly to himself as a coat of gloss was applied to his pouting lips.
The day’s shooting was over before noon, and the crew was packing up to leave when Sandy walked over to the bluff above Lunada Bay to check out the surf. It was going off perfectly, twenty foot barrels rolling in from the north without a surfer in sight. When would he ever see Lunada Bay like this again?
At Sandy’s insistence, the crew carried with them a huge inventory of surfboards, so he would be able to perform his stunts under a variety of conditions. Sandy grabbed a big wave gun and started to make his way barefoot down the steep path towards the rocky beach. Ashley decided to stay behind and watch him, so she spread a blanket out for herself on the grassy bluff and settled back while her man did what he loved. With Catalina Island and the blue Pacific in the background, she watched as a tiny pink figure paddled steadily through the churning sea, out towards a cluster of rocks at the mouth of the cove.
For almost two hours, Sandy lost himself in the surf. It was a catharsis for him, as he duck-dived under the rough breakers again and again to find an endless series of perfect swells waiting to be ridden. His grief over the death of his best friend, and his feelings of guilt for avenging him, were finally washed away by the waves crashing over him. It was almost as if Toby were there with him in the water, telling Sandy that it was okay to let him go. When he climbed back up the trail, all he wanted to do was take Ashley to his bed and hold on to her forever.
* * *
With the elimination of Ashley Vaughn as a suspect in the murder of Buster Cruz, the attention of the police remained on the mystery woman who was seen with the victim at Rosie’s Café on the North Shore the day before his death. A search of Buster’s body had produced a business card and a folded up copy of a contract, both of which turned out to be bogus. No useful fingerprints were found on either of them.
The murder scene yielded a few other clues: a brown wig, a pair of brown contact lenses, a negligee, and an untraceable Baretta automatic pistol. If they could identify a suspect, the contact lenses might provide a DNA match. But after weeks of interviews in Honolulu and on the north shore, the police were getting nowhere. A hotel clerk did remember a woman with long brown hair paying cash for the suite at the Halekulani, but she used the same bogus name printed on the business card found in Buster’s pocket.
Detective Halani decided to widen the net. A review of Buster’s past criminal record showed a number of minor run-ins with the law, mostly for disturbing the peace and resisting arrest. However, there was one charge in Huntington Beach involving assault and battery against a competing surfer in a competition the previous year. The charge was dismissed after the other surfer, Sandy Lane, failed to show up and testify at a grand jury proceeding.
Detective Halani managed to get his hands on a video tape of the incident, and once he saw it, he thought he might have a possible motive. The police reports from Huntington Beach indicated that Sandy Lane had been hospitalized with a massive concussion and a severely broken nose, and he had dropped out of sight after he was released from the hospital. On a hunch, Halani asked for a print out of the arrivals and departures from Honolulu International Airport the day of the Cruz murder. Sure enough, Sandy Lane was listed as a passenger on a United flight that left for Los Angeles three hours after the estimated time of Buster’s death.
Detective Halani still wasn’t convinced that Lane, who had a spotless criminal record, was his suspect. But maybe he could provide the police with information as to the identity of the mystery woman. The detective called Lieutenant Goering in Los Angeles and brought him into the picture.
* * *
They decided to spend the week at Sandy’s condo in Redondo Beach, since it was a short drive from Lunada Bay. Sandy hadn’t been there since the day after Thanksgiving, so they stopped at a supermarket to stock up on food, disguising themselves from autograph-seekers with baseball caps and sunglasses. They were each wearing jeans, flip-flops, and baggy sweatshirts, and nobody gave them a second glance as they made their way down the aisles.
Ashley had packed only an overnight bag, intending to borrow some of Sandy’s clothes if they decided to go out. When Sandy hauled the groceries into his kitchen, he saw that he had six phone messages.
The first was from his parents, wishing him a happy Thanksgiving. He had called them already from Ashley’s house the next day. Sandy’s parents had retired to Park City, and he hadn’t seen them in over a year. They had finally reconciled themselves to his life as a vagabond surfer, but they were still not happy about it, and their occasional telephone conversations served to maintain an uneasy peace.
The next four messages were from telemarketers, and Sandy deleted them all. Ashley had gone into the bathroom, and she did not hear the sixth message:
“Mr. Lane, this is Lieutenant Goering of the Los Angeles Police Department. We have a few questions concerning an ongoing investigation, and I would appreciate it if you would give me a call as soon as you get this message.” The lieutenant left his number, and closed by instructing Sandy to have him paged if he did not pick up.
Maybe it was the therapeutic effect of his afternoon in the surf, but Sandy was remarkably cool and calm as he calculated his position. The police must have come across his name during their search for suspects with a possible motive to do in Buster Cruz. That would include half the surfers on the pro tour, but if they saw the video of Buster decking Sandy at the Masters World, they would have to talk to him. Okay, let’s get this over with.
Sandy took the cordless phone out onto his lanai and called the lieutenant’s number. He found him at his desk. “Homicide, Goering speaking.”
“This is Sandy Lane returning your call.”
“Yes sir, thank you for calling me back. I was wondering if I might stop by and have a few words with you.”
“Sure. What about?”
“I’d rather not say until we can discuss it in person. Would tomorrow be convenient for you?”
“I’ll be out most of the day. Is four o’clock too late for you?”
“Four o’clock it is. Let me just make sure I have the address right.” The lieutenant did, and he hung up as Ashley was opening the door to the lanai.
“Anything wrong?”
“Not a thing.” No need drag Ashley into this. At the sight of her, Sandy’s bravado began to crumble. What if they had something on him? What would they do to him? How long would it be before he ever saw her again? Did Hawaii have the death penalty?
“Something’s wrong,” she said gently. “Come on, tell me.”
“Nothing. I just got a message from my folks.” He hated to lie to her, but technically that was true.
“Oh. Anything I can do.”
“Yes. Let’s do something special tonight.”
“Aren’t you tired? You hardly slept at all last night, and you surfed like there was no tomorrow.”
If she only knew. “I get stoked from a day like this. Really, Ashley, let’s do something fun, something different. What have you always wanted to do?”
“Well…if I tell you, do you promise not to laugh?”
“Whatever.”
“I mean, it’s kinda kinky.”
He shook is head in disbelief. “Look at us! I’ve turned myself into your twin sister, and you’re worried about doing something kinky?”
“You promised not to laugh,” she pouted.
“Come on, tell me. What’s on your wicked mind?”
“I want to be the guy tonight.”
“Huh?”
“I want to make myself over as a cute guy, and take you out. We’ll do a little shopping, and then have a nice dinner someplace. Please?”
Why not? It might be their last night together. At least it would be memorable. “I have some of my old threads in those boxes,” he said, pointing over to the stuff he had removed from his storage locker before his trip to Hawaii. He was intending to return them this weekend. As he watched her rummaging through his old clothes, he had a flash of inspiration. Just like that, he decided how he was going to handle the L.A.P.D.
* * *
Sandy indulged in a bubble bath, and he put on a bra and panties before he dried his hair for their big night out. Ashley insisted on selecting what he was going to wear, and he was curious to let her fantasy play out. He was surprised to see the clothes she had laid out for him in the bedroom: just a simple sweater and a short skirt, nylons, and black skimmer flats. He was going to look like a USC coed on Parents Weekend.
Meanwhile, Ashley had barricaded herself in the powder room. Sandy has finished dressing and was fumbling through his drawers for a simple gold necklace to wear when he heard Ashley behind him. “Ahem,” she said.
He turned around and smiled. Ashley Vaughn was dressed in a bulky cotton sweater, baggy chinos, and a pair of Sandy’s old sneakers. She must have put on two or three pairs of sox to make them fit. Her nails were stripped of polish, her earrings were gone, and her hair was tucked up under an English driving cap that Sandy had bought in New Zealand. She was adorable.
“You make a very pretty boy,” Sandy said.
“I know. Too pretty. I look like a fairy.”
Sandy sat down on the edge of the bed, tugging his skirt back down his thighs as he did so. “Tell me about it.”
Ashley sat down on his lap, rubbing his legs through his nylons as she studied his beautiful face. “Maybe we should just stay home tonight.”
He kissed her gently, then wiped his lipstick off her face with a manicured finger. “I’ll fix something special for you,” he said. “Why don’t you open a bottle of wine?”
Sandy cooked dinner while Ashley read the paper and watched the news on TV. He blushed when she complemented him on his cooking, and she made sure his glass was always full of wine. She offered to help with the dishes, but Sandy waved her off, enjoying the simple pleasures of puttering around the kitchen in his stocking feet while his lover waited in anticipation for him.
After he was through, he joined her on the sofa, and they started to neck like teenagers. Ashley slid one hand up Sandy’s skirt while her other hand fumbled with his bra. Sandy was going out of his mind as she tugged his panties and nylons down to his knees. When he was almost at the point of no return, he pushed her off and rolled on top of her, pulling her sweater over her head while Ashley struggled to get out of her pants. Then she rolled back on top again and straddled him, humping him faster and faster until they both exploded in the most mind-blowing orgasms of their lives.
When they went to bed, Ashley put on in a pair of Sandy’s old pajamas, and Sandy wore one of her castoff babydoll nighties. It made her hot just looking at him, and it made him hot just to wear it. Ashley found him a pair of matching panties, but he never got the chance to wear them.
* * *
They finished shooting at noon the next day, and Sandy suggested to Ashley that they spend the night at her place. There were a few things he needed to do at home first – he had missed a car insurance and mortgage payment while he was in Hawaii, and he needed to go to the bank – so Ashley caught a ride back to the hills with one of the other actresses, and they agreed to go out for a late dinner, both as girls this time.
After Ashley left, Sandy went back to the makeup trailer and cornered one of the women who worked on him. “Grace, I need a big favor.”
Grace had a soft spot for Sandy, and she was only too happy to help. For over an hour, she worked patiently while Sandy sat back with his eyes closed, rehearsing again and again his answers to the questions that the lieutenant might throw at him. When Grace was finished, she shook her head at the end result. “Are you sure you want to leave here looking like that?” she said.
Sandy studied his face in Grace’s mirror. “Yes. At least I won’t have to worry about getting picked up if I stop someplace on the way home.”
“Honey, anybody who picks you up is in for a world of surprises.”
* * *
Lieutenant Goering knocked on the door of Sandy’s condo promptly at four o’clock. Sandy opened it immediately to let him in. The lieutenant handed him a card, trying not to grimace as he looked away from Sandy’s face.
Sandy offered him a beer, which the lieutenant declined. “On duty,” he explained. Sandy got one for himself, and they went out onto the lanai and sat down in two sling chairs next to a small glass-topped table. The lieutenant took in the view of Palos Verdes while Sandy sipped on his Pacifico Clara.
“I suppose you are wondering why I’m here,” the lieutenant said at length.
“I’m betting is has something to do with Buster Cruz.”
“Oh? What makes you think so?”
“I saw on the web what happened to him. And I said to myself, Buster had a lot of enemies. I hope they catch who did it, because if they don’t, sooner or later they’re probably going to turn up here.”
“And why would you say that?”
“Shit. Look at me.” The lieutenant studied his fingers. “Look at me, goddammit! I’m a fucking monster because of that asshole. Am I glad he’s dead? Your goddam right!”
“Did you have anything to do with his death?”
“No way.”
The lieutenant paused for a few seconds. Then he took a small notebook out of his breast pocket and flipped through it before he spoke. “Mr. Lane, when is the last time you were in Hawaii?”
Now Sandy looked down at his fingers, which had been stripped of their usual coat of polish. His hands were remarkably calm. “Thanksgiving.”
“Where did you stay?”
“The Royal Hawaiian.”
“Pretty fancy digs for a surfer.”
“I find that a place like that doesn’t make a big deal about my face,” Sandy shot back. “When you’re paying that kind of money, they don’t care what you look like.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Lane. It’s just that, I didn’t know surfers made that kind of money.”
“I was the Vans Triple Crown champion two years ago, and I was ranked sixth in the world before I got knocked out of the Masters World last year. It takes a while to blow through all that prize money.”
“Is that what you’ve been doing? None of your old friends or sponsors have heard from you since your accident.”
“It wasn’t an accident. That son of a bitch attacked me.”
“Did you kill him?”
“I told you already, no.”
“Where have you been for the past year?”
“Traveling around the USA. I’ve been driving up and down the coast, and I went to North Carolina and Florida for the hurricane season.”
The lieutenant had to smile. “People go there for the hurricane season?’
“Surfers do.”
“What were you doing in Hawaii?”
“I went up to Makaha, but it was blown out.”
“Did you go up to the north shore?”
“No. Too many friends. Too many memories.”
“I see. Did you see anybody at Makaha?”
“No. When you look like this, you keep to yourself.”
“Where were you the evening of November 27th?”
“What day was that?”
“Thursday.”
“Flying back to LA.”
“I mean before then. At around seven o’clock.”
“In my room at the Royal Hawaiian.”
“Can you prove that?”
Sandy paused. “I guess not. But let me ask you. If you had a face like this, wouldn’t you stick to your room?”
The lieutenant stared at Sandy’s hideously broken nose. Surely someone would have remembered seeing a man who looked like this if he were anywhere near the murder scene. “Do you have any idea who might have killed Mr. Cruz?”
“Like I said, he had a lot of enemies, but I don’t think that any of the surfers I know would have it in them to kill somebody. What happened to him, anyway?”
“He was shot twice. Once in the penis, and once in the face.”
“Ouch.”
“We think his killer was a woman.”
“Talk about a bad date.”
The lieutenant tried to keep a straight face. “Do you know any women who might have wanted to do this to him?”
“God, I hope not.”
Lieutenant Goering closed his notebook. “One more question. Why haven’t you had your nose fixed?” This time the lieutenant looked him square in the eyes.
Sandy shook his head sadly. “I was planning on suing Buster, and the lawyers told me I’d get more out of a jury if I came into the courtroom looking like this.”
The lieutenant got up to leave. So much for Detective Halani’s motive. “Well, Mr. Lane, I want to thank you for your cooperation. You’ve been most helpful.”

“Hi, it’s Kelly,” the sexy transgendered girl cooed when Dean picked up his hotel room phone.
“Just get in?” Dean asked. “How was the drive.”
“It was quick — I made good time.”
“Bet your thirsty,” Dean said. “Meet me in the lounge down there for a drink?”
“Would love to,” Kelly said. “I’ll see ya in a few.”
Dean took a final look at himself in the mirror. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. He had met this sexy Tgirl before in Pennsylvania and they had made love. He was nervous then because he’d never been with a man. Kelly was really a man, right? That was something Dean had struggled with. She was gorgeous with small breasts but definitely formed enough to be passable. She had no facial hair, smooth legs and a great ass. Long, sexy hair and eyelashes and the makeup she wore left no doubt about her gender.
The only thing that remained was her — his? — cock. It actually got a lot larger than Dean had thought when he stroked it in Pennsylvania. He had read the hormones got rid of facial hair and helped grow breasts but he thought it left cocks limp forever. Not so, said Kelly and some of the tgirls he had talked to online.
Some of them grew to as long as 8 inches. Some Tgirls could shoot cum across the room. It just depended upon the person.
Dean was so surprised at the hardness and smoothness of Kelly’s cock that he didn’t even think about touching it with his tongue. Maybe tonight.
He was also concentrating on penetrating her gorgeous ass with his cock, which he did, to both of their delight. But he had pulled out and came on Kelly’s back — he wasn’t sure about cumming inside of her ass, although he had read about it and talked about it online with other Tgirls and the thought of it made him hot.
Who knew what would happen tonight? Who even knew if Kelly would stay over? Who even knew if they would have sex. I mean, Dean, thought, he really liked Kelly and he thought she liked him. It was only a 90 minute drive home for her. They may get a drink, have dinner and she may head home? He guessed he’d find out soon enough.
He checked his tight polo shirt and jeans one final time and headed down the elevator to the lounge. He couldn’t wait to see what the sexy TG was wearing.
Kelly was sitting sexily on the stool when Dean spotted her. She wasn’t at the bar — she didn’t wanna give off the impression that she was a hooker or someone there just looking to pick someone up — but there were tall bar stools throughout the lounge at every tall table.
Dean saw her sexy, tan legs and heels and short skirt and immediately his cock jumped. Perhaps Kelly was dressing to please him — if she was, he was certainly pleased.
He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug and then ordered a couple drinks. The conversation flowed easily as they talked about their work and what they had been doing since Dean was in PA in early August.
Occasionally during the conversation, Dean’s cock would jump at something Kelly would say. Occasionally she’d place her hand over his of he would do the same. They were getting a long well. Dean didn’t want to interrupt the nice conversation by asking Kelly to dinner but he thought it best.
“Are you interested in getting a bite to eat, Kelly? There’s a restaurant right here or we could order from the bar or we could go someplace else. Your choice? Are you hungry?”
Kelly had dressed with care for this rendezvous because she cared what Dean thought about her. She had grown up with teasing and torture, so kindness and gentleness needed very careful rewards.
After buying her Raiders T shirt, she’d stopped at her favorite store at the mall -Rave - and looked through the crammed racks. The clerks knew her as a her - as did mostly everyone in the town her family had moved to only recently. Her arms full of skirts and tops, she walked to the counter to ask for a dressing room.
“Right this way, Miss, how many garments do you have there? Eight? Fine….”
Kelly tried on and tossed away two skirts before zipping into a third. This one was a stretchy lycra skirt, very snug, and fitted her butt like a glove. It was short, too, and it showed off her great legs. She planned to wear her highest heels for Dean because she was a teense, and she thought he was over 6 foot tall.
For a top, she selected a long sleeved zippered hoodie sweater (like Dawn’s photo) made from a soft yarn. Giggling, she tried on the small, but then selected the extra small. She thought Dean might like tight clothes. And zippers. She had two to show him tonight, if she got the chance.
Kelly tried her best to look grown up and sophisticated as she replied, looking directly in his eyes, “Dean, I am very hungry, thank you. Ravenous, in fact. But let’s order a pizza and take it back to your room.”
She loved the startled look on Dean’s face, but she hadn’t driven two hours to sit in a restaurant with such a lust in her skirt. She was sure he spotted the bump in her tight skirt when she returned from the ladies’ room. At least, he seemed to let his eyes run over her body when she had returned, planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, and hiked her leg up to reach the barstool, so much higher than she could normally reach. Out of the corner of her eye, she was pleased to see Dean staring at her legs - her legs? - as she pulled herself up onto the stool. As she crossed her legs, his hand made contact with her smooth knee again. She covered his hand with hers and they kissed. When the kiss was over, both hands stayed where they were, and Kelly knew she would at least fuck this man, if not stay over.
“Let’s go,” Dean said, leaving a $20 on the table for the drinks and tip, and he and Kelly headed for the elevator. They both had read stories about elevators and so once the doors closed, Dean broke the awkward silence by saying, “May I?”
Kelly nodded her approval and Dean pinned her against the back of the elevator, kissing her erotically but a bit hard, more lust filled than anything. Their tongues matched each other’s in her mouth and Dean pressed himself against Kelly, feeling her bulge against his until the bell rang and they were on the 14th floor.
Kelly straightened her skirt and followed Dean out of the elevator and down the hall to 1432. Once inside the kiss resumed, the lovers renewing acquaintances as they had in the PA hotel room less than a month ago.
“You’re so gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous,” Dean said between kisses, as they maneuvered toward the bed.
“You REALLY think so?” Kelly asked, wanting to be reassured.
“God yes, and so fucking sexy,” Dean said, kissing her again.
He broke the kiss and fumbled for the phone book while Kelly nuzzled and nibbled on his ear. This gorgeous girl had made him so horny he was ready to get laid then and there, but if she was hungry, the least he could do was oblige her and get her a pizza.
Dean dialed the pizza parlor and started to place the order. While he was doing it, Kelly slid off the bed and knelt there and began stroking Dean’s cock through his tight jeans. Then she unzipped her sweater to reveal her sexy breasts — she had worn no bra.
Dean’s mind wandered as he tried to finish the order and give the driver the address.
Kelly massaged her own breasts and then reached up, grabbed the phone, and said, “We decided we don’t want a pizza after all. We’re going to have dessert first.”
Giggling, Kelly reached behind her with one hand for her large purse, and offered it to Dean while her other hand was rubbing the front of his jeans. He looked down at her, puzzled, but she ignored him as she unbuttoned the button and slowly - too fucking slowly, he thought, he was hard as a rock and the jeans were holding him too tightly - unzipped him. He looked through her bag because she seemed to want him to, and found what she wanted: a can of aerosol whipped cream.
Dean stood up and allowed Kelly to slide his tight jeans to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and socks and then Kelly’s fingers slid inside the elastic of the briefs and they, too, came off. His cock stuck straight up, teasing the polo shirt he still wore. That didn’t last long. He took it off, and there he was naked in front of her with a can of whipped cream in his hand.
He sprayed some on his cock, just a bit, and then thought, what the hell, and coated his cock and balls with the white cream. Kelly smiled, said, “mmm” and went to work…careful just to get the cream and none of Dean for a very long time. Then she grabbed the can and covered him again. It was amazing how she could lick the cream from around and on his cock with out touching it.
Dean was incredibly hard and could not wait for this gorgeous tgirl to get her sexy lips around his unit.
He pulled her to a standing position and they made out some more while he helped her off with her sweater. He grabbed the can, covered her tits with cream and went to work on licking it off.
he wasn’t as careful as she — nor did he want to be — and soon her small breasts were in his mouth and the gorgeous tgirl was moaning.
Dean wanted to make their second encounter last as long as he could - he loved delaying his partners’ orgasms until they fairly begged for release - so he knew it was time to throttle back a bit with Kelly. The hottie was getting far too worked up for the evening’s fun…so Dean grabbed her and gave her a deep French kiss that left her reeling, and then stood her a pace or two away from him.
With the aerosol can of whipped cream, he drew a bikini on the girl, giving it straps, tiny cups, and covering her bikini area too. He turned her around and drew a thong across her butt, and asked her to bend over slightly, so he could line her ass with the cream, too.
She turned her head and faced him while he continued to spray the cream all around this sexy girls’ body. Finally, he was done with her and stepped back and asked her to do the same for him. She only coated his cock and groin area and then turned him around and coated his ass, careful to spray some in his crack.
Then they engaged in another hot French kiss. Kelly tried to push Dean back onto the bed but the muscle stud would have none of it. He didn’t want the cream to be messed up, not yet anyway. They made out for several more minutes until finally their cocks touched. Dean’s 8 inches and Kelly’s 6 were standing out straight in front of them.
The bodies of the lovers were apart but the cocks were touching and without any guidance from any hands, the lovers looked down and made sure the cocks touched each other, smearing white cream onto each other. Occasionally, they would share a deep kiss but then go back to touching cocks. The sight was hot and the feeling even hotter.
The shorter Kelly had kept her heels on when Dean stripped her, and now the sight of her, nude save for the whipped cream and heels, made Dean’s erection even more rigid. Kelly slipped her waxed leg between Dean’s as they kissed, and in doing so, her own stiff cock nestled in beside his. The lovers began a minute grind against each other, their French kissing devouring each other’s mouths, as their cocks rubbed and slid against each other. Kelly lifted her leg slightly, and the pressure on Dean’s scrotum nearly made him faint.
But dean was determined to make this visit to Cleveland memorable for both of them. He leaned down, licked some cream off of the right breast of the sexy Kelly and then stuck out his tongue, feeding it to her. She licked his tongue and French kissing continued. Next, dean licked some whipped cream off the right breast and they kissed again. this continued until the breasts were licked clean. Dean then moved downward to the magical area that generally held a pussy. This time his tongue ran into a stiff cock.
Dean expertly licked the cream from Kelly’s cock. It was the first time he had a chance to really concentrate on it — it helped that he was prepared and knew it was there. How could such a gorgeous woman have such a gorgeous cock, Dean thought, as he made love to it with his mouth and tongue. The cream all gone, Dean took the entire cock in his mouth and began sucking.
Kelly was holding on tight to Dean’s head, whispering, “Baby, really you don’t have to do this. I’m supposed to be sucking you baby, really.”
Dean took the cock out, held it in two hands and looked up, smiling, “I want this cock, gorgeous. I want this magnificent cock in my mouth — for now.”
He went back to blowing Kelly and reached up with a free hand and caressed a sexy nipple. He loved how Kelly’s brown hair fell over her shoulders and teased her bare tits.
Kelly wasn’t going to hold out long. She whispered that she was close to cumming.
“Mmm” was all Dean could muster as he took the cock out of his mouth and began jacking it off furiously. He wanted to watch the hot white cum shoot out of Kelly’s cock onto his face, his lips, in his mouth.
And shortly thereafter it happened. With a final stroke, Kelly screamed a femme scream, moaned a femme moan and came, a big glob of white luv juice spurting out. It made it to Dean’s lips and he covered the cock with his mouth so the rest could be shot inside.
Kelly wanted to say something, how happy she was that Dean would satisfy her like that and how she wanted it to be her turn but Dean would have none of it. licking up her sexy body he tasted her tits, which were now free of whipped cream and moved up to kiss her lustfully. Kelly tasted her own cum as she had many times on her own. But this was different because it was is Dean’s mouth.
The couple French kissed for a long while as Kelly got hard again. Dean sat back on the bed, pulled Kelly onto his lap, facing him and the kissing continued. Dean maneuvered Kelly into a position where her sexy ass was his for the taking.
Dean didn’t think twice, allowing his hard member to slip into Kelly’s ass for the second time in a month. The whipped cream on Dean’s cock and on Kelly’s ass served as lubricant and the lovemaking continued with the lovers looking into each other’s eyes while they moved together.

Kelly held herself with one hand on Dean’s strong chest, and the other behind her, on his thigh. Her eyes locked on his, she reveled in the sensation of his huge cock up her ass, every nerve screaming its appreciation. She loved his this man felt inside her, how he filled her and made her gasp - not once, but several times - as he gently thrust up into her. She looked away briefly and saw her own cock rising. She could jerk herself off - some men liked to watch that - but she was silently praying Dean would take her smaller cock in his hands and complete her passion.
Dean steadied the pair so they wouldn’t fall off the bed and continued fucking his transgendered prize. How he could’ve stumbled on a gorgeous tgirl like this was amazing. Most of them were ugly men-looking types, he thought, as his cock filled this ass. This wasn’t like fucking a guy at all, he reminded himself as they made out, her tongue soft like a female’s. Not at all, he thought, as he massaged her sexy tits and rolled her nipples between his fingers. even her cock was femme, and he began stroking it with one hand, then both. It was wet from the cream and lubed up so it slid easily between his hands and fingers. She moaned as she was ready to cum again. Dean was ready, too.

Kelly loved it when Dean began to gently pull on her cock, hand over hand, letting it slip through his clasped hands one by one. She was bouncing on his cock, now, forcing it deep inside her, making it hurt her just enough, as Dean’s hands lifted and pulled her cock away from her body. she was about to explode and she knew he was, too.
“Dean…Dean!…” she murmured urgently, a gutteral moaning of this god’s name. He knew she was cumming, and he loved looking into the pretty face of this toy who seemed to delight in being used by him, as she lost control. He was looking directly into the face of ecstasy, and he had caused it, he had prompted it, he had inspired it.
The final stroke of Kelly’s cock brought her second ejaculation of the evening, high onto Dean’s chest. In fact, he pointed the cock toward his mouth but the stream didn’t quite reach it. He leaned down in an effort to catch some of the cum but his try was in vain as it landed on his chest and rolled down his stomach and between his legs.
But the thought of the hot white cum on his body brought him to the edge. He thrust his cock deep into her sexy ass one final time and spurts of love juice followed, filling the darling tgirl as she moaned with ecstasy. Dean’s throbbing cock continued to fill Kelly and the seed shared the space in her ass with his gorgeous cock.

“Jesus Christ what time is it!” I said as I rolled over to face the morning light as it shone brightly even fr