It was obvious I was grist for the mill, the inmates jeered and cat called as I walked down the centre aisle past all the cells.

“Your mine sugar,” 

“Shake that arse for me baby,” and other demeaning harangues were yelled my way.  I was so scared about what would happen to someone like me in here.

One of the guards laughed “I’d get a big bad friend if I were you,”

His mate retorted “I’d get two big friends.”

I spent first night in Chelmsford alone in a cell, scared to death and didn’t sleep a wink.  The next day I was assigned a cell in the general population wing and my cellmate was ‘Big Bill Stevens’.  He gave me the some advice.

“Mike, you need a really, really big friend or two, otherwise those lads will eat you alive. Or should I say you will spend your life eating them!” he laughed.

Bill went on to explain prison life to me; how there were two types of inmates really; the hunters and the hunted.  With my small stature and my soft body, unused to any physical work, I was a sitting duck for the freaks.  I explained my background to Bill, about how I was a successful businessman who had the misfortune to drive home after consuming nearly a bottle of scotch.  About how I didn’t even remember hitting the girl.

“We all have our stories to tell,” said Bill, “and yours don’t mean shite in here.” He added callously.

“However,” said Bill, “there is another class of inmate.  The kind like you that has a lot of money on the outside; the kind that can buy protection; the kind that can get a get a guard or two in his hip pocket. Your kind.” He half laughed.

And that was it, the deal was struck. Big Bill Stevens became my minder.  With a liberal sprinkling of cash, which was provided by a bent guard to whom I set up a special account to access to my money outside, (and who took twenty five percent of every penny I had him withdraw); I was assigned to a larger more comfortable cell with Bill. We lived like kings; special food, special privileges, special packages from the outside containing booze, cigarettes, pornography, anything to make life more comfortable or anything that could be used for trade inside the nick.

I figured it was costing me more to live in jail than it was to live the high life outside, but I was locked up for five years with no hope of release, and without Bill as my minder, a few guards in my pocket, and the influence and protection of my money, life would be hell.

Then about three months ago, it all went to shit.  I found out there was another class of prisoner, a very special class of inmate who was so unique that there could be only one in each jail, the kind of inmate that ate the hunters just as easily as the hunted.  The kind of hard man that had nothing to lose, and was so hard the other kingpins in the nick paid him tribute and did his bidding without question.  The kind of inmate who didn’t need to bribe guards (although he kept them well paid anyway), because with one phone call to the outside he could have any guard’s family battered or worse.  The real boss of Chelmsford prison was not the Governor, It was Eddie McGuire, or actually, Mister McGuire to anyone but his closest confidants.

Eddie was in for life, but Eddie still ran one of the most successful criminal gangs on the outside.  Eddie wanted for nothing on the inside, the only thing he couldn’t have was freedom. And now Eddie had me!

Four month’s ago Eddie approached me and said he was impressed with how a faggot little man like me had set myself up.  He said he had no problems with the way I lived, as long as I bought my ‘special concessions’ from him, and as long as he got ten percent of any cash that I had smuggled inside.  From the look on Bill’s face I knew I had choice but to comply.  I figured it was just life in the nick and what the hell I had plenty of money working for me outside.

Then about a month after that I was sitting in the cell I shared with Bill wondering what was taking him so long to do the daily rounds of bribes and trading when I had an unexpected visitor.  One of Eddie’s minders came in to the cell and said,

“Bill won’t be back.  In fact he ain’t going anywhere any more.  When the fracas is over, you get your ass down to Eddie’s you little toerag.”

I wondered what the fuck he was on about, but next minute 2 prison officers came in and turfed me out. They searched the cell from top to bottom removing all my contraband and luxuries.

“You can go back in now arsehole.” One of the guards sneered. “Bill has had an accident and won’t be back.  You’re on your own until we re-assign you to another cell.  Sleep well sweetie!” The guard crooned and sauntered off.

I was scared shitless but knew better than to ignore the summons to Eddie’s cell.  I hurried down, minder-less for the first time since my arrival.  Eddie was waiting for me.  He was a slim man in his fifties, but sinewy with muscle.  I had heard he had choked more than one man to death with his bare hands.

Eddie wasted no time explaining the situation; Bill had been withholding some of the money I was supposed to pay Eddie.  Bill was now a permanent guest of the hospital and would never walk again.  Bill had fucked up big time.  And more importantly, Bill was my minder so I was responsible for his actions.  I tried to explain the situation; that I didn’t know Bill was skimming from the tribute I was supposed to pay.  Eddie quickly went on to explain that he didn’t give a fuck, that my girly ass belonged to him now.  I was going to become his accountant, his financial adviser, and I was going to pay him for the privilege of his protection.

I was moved into a cell next to Eddie that evening. What could I do? I had to have a minder otherwise I would be every hard man’s toy. I complied with Eddie’s wishes. I managed his funds and barter inside and I paid my tribute. After a couple of weeks I though I had nearly a better set up than before. Then some changes started to happen and at first I didn’t realise how drastically they would affect me.

Eddie had me organise some women’s clothing be bought in.  We had become sort of friendly; well as friendly as you could get as an underling; probably because a little chap like me was no threat to him.  He showed me some fashion magazines that he had bought in and pointed out some skirts, blouses, suits, and lingerie.  I have to say I was not suspicious at this stage, fashion mags in jail were poor mans porn that you didn’t have to hide them from the guards. I had also come to find out that some of the other effeminate inmates dressed as women and performed sexual favours for money. I also knew some of the more powerful prisoners had ‘wives’, crossdressed men who lived with them in their cells in homosexual relationships, either for protection or because they were just queer.  The guards turned a blind eye or took part of their take from the ‘working girls’; either way, I wasn’t really interested. 

I figured Eddie had me order in the clothing either to sell to the ‘working girls’ or he had his own ‘wife’ hidden away somewhere discrete in the jail.  I was really puzzled at how much interest he had me show in ordering the lingerie and shoes. He took special care in selecting sizes. Together we poured over the catalogues and I feigned interest as much as I could. I agreed with him that high heels looked lovely on a nice set of legs, but were hardly practical for a crossdressed inmate to get around the jail.

“You fucking nonce!” He laughed, his voice roughened from forty cigarettes a day. “She won’t be wearing them around the nick, just in my cell, and mainly on my cot.” He laughed again.

We spent ages looking at stockings and pantyhose.  He told me how much he loved nylons on a shapely leg and had me order in large quantities of fully-fashioned stockings and sheer to the waist pantyhose in many different shades.  I explained to Eddie that they would cost a fortune, as even the guards who were on the pad didn’t like prisoners having nylons because they were an ideal medium for suicide by hanging.  One or two inmates in the past had suicided by hanging themselves with a stocking.

“Just get on with the order, secretary!” he scowled.  “Just fucking pay the price! Just fucking do what your told!” 

I hated upsetting Eddie in any way as he scared me to death, and now I leapt to my feet to make the deal with the bent guards and pay their ridiculous prices for the smuggled in lingerie and other girly items.  Another thing I didn’t like was that for a week or so Eddie kept calling me his ‘secretary’ for some reason. I figured it related in some way to me being his accountant. 

Then the fateful day happened. Today!

I could walk around the jail with immunity now that I was ‘one of Eddie’s’.  I had sometimes seen other inmates point to me and I overheard them referring to me as ‘Eddie’s new secretary’.

“Oh yes, I can see what he sees in her.” One ‘noncer’ said, which I found puzzling.

It was just after dinner when I returned to my cell to find one of the prison ‘wives’ waiting for me.  I had seen him before and knew him as Craig, one of Eddie’s underlings.  I only just recognised him though as he made a quite attractive and convincing woman.

“Fuck off you poofter!” I shouted at him, her, It!  “Don’t you know who I work for!”

“Oh I know darling,” she cooed at me. “ And Eddie said it’s time.  You’re coming with me honey.   I’m going to prepare you for him.”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” I said.

“Look honey, my name is Carmel and I work for Eddie.  And you’re coming with me and I’m going to show you how to transform yourself for Eddie.” Carmel said calmly.

“I still don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.” I said

“Well honey is you look over your shoulder you will see ‘Iron Bar’ Steve.  You can either be transformed by him or by me ok?” Carmel crooned.

I turned around, and sure enough, there was ‘Iron Bar’, Eddies enforcer. He was grinning at me and slapping a piece of steel pipe in the palm of his hand.  I made my decision and nodded to Carmel who led me out of my cell down into E Block.  E Block was pretty much deserted and I had heard rumours that it was a part of the prison used by prisoners and guards alike for activities the general population didn’t need to know about.

Carmel led me into one of the bathrooms in block and turned into the small room where a big old white bath sat.  It was full of steaming soapy water.

“Strip and get in sugar,” Carmel said.

I looked around saw all manner of soaps, shampoos, razors and such.

“Fuck off hag fag,” I sneered at Carmel.

“Steve, she wants you!” Carmel yelled out the door, and sure enough there was ‘Iron Bar’ with a smirk on his face, smacking his trusty pipe into the other palm. Carmel pushed her face right into mine.

“You don’t seem to understand do you Mike? You either do exactly as I say, which is what Eddie wants; or, I let Steve there take you for the last walk you’ll ever have!”

I now realised the severity of the situation but was still confused. Although enough to do exactly what Carmel said or I would have my legs broken in such a way they would never mend.  I shucked off my clothes and lowered myself into the bath.  Carmel threw me a loofah and said “Scrub!” So I did.  Then she sat on the edge of the bath and took one of the disposable razors from a pack.  I was not surprised that one of Eddie’s ‘girls’ would access to an item that anyone else in the prison population could never get.

Carmel lifted my leg and stated shaving it.  I tried to pull my leg away and she held it tight, gave me a stern look, then glanced towards the door where Steve was lounging outside. I surrendered.

“Watch how I do this hon,” Carmel said,  “you doing this shit yourself from now on.”

Then it dawned on me what was happening, the significance of the word ‘transform’; the reason Carmel was shaving my legs.  I felt numb.  I couldn’t comprehend why Eddie would do this to me.  I was in a trance as Carmel fished shaving my legs and then the soft down on my arms.  She shaved my face and rubbed moisturiser onto it.  Then she led me out of the bath and dried me off.  I was just like a mannequin that Carmel could move around and pose as she liked.  Carmel led me to the part of the bathroom that had about ten sinks and mirrors lined up along the wall. It wasn’t until later that I took notice that the usual stainless steel mirrors had been replaced with glass and that each of the mirrors had a bright light over it.  One of the sinks had a high stool set up in front of it and Carmel sat me on it.

“Now pay attention honey, you need to learn how to do this,” she said.

I noticed that on the shelf below the mirror was a large assortment of makeup.  Carmel took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts of foundation to my face, cooing at how lovely my skin was and that I didn’t need to use 'dermablend' or other such heavy-duty foundation.  After she had applied the foundation to my face and neck she picked up brush and applied a slightly lighter coloured powder to set my face.  She rouged my cheeks, accenting my high feminine cheekbones.  She fussed around my eyes applying liberal amounts of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. She then finished with another light dusting of powder. All the time Carmel was explaining to me how I would need to learn how to apply my own makeup. I was still too dazed to really accept what was happening. The final touch was the application of a bright red nail polish to my toe and fingernails.

Then Carmel reached under the sink and opened a cupboard.  She pulled out three wigs sitting on wig stands and I noticed there were a lot more in there.  Carmel looked at me seriously for awhile then selected a blonde bob and pilled it on my head.  She turned me towards the mirror and made some adjustments.  I was shocked as I looked at myself; I looked stunning.  I couldn’t believe the transformation to my face.  I looked like a sexy, mid thirties, over made-up, slut.

“You like?” Carmel smiled at me.

“I look like a fucking woman!” I shrieked.

“Well that’s the idea stupid,” Carmel Laughed. “Follow me.”

I followed her out of the bathroom, stark naked and with my face made up to look like a whore. ‘Iron Bar’ Steve followed at a menacing distance.  Carmel led me into a cell in a set of six on the next level up.  The five others around it were all deserted but the cots were made up with what looked like satin sheets and comforters.

“This is your workroom honey, hope you like it,” Carmel said as she led me inside the cell.

I couldn’t believe it, the oversized cot was made up with satin sheets and a full sized wardrobe was open and hanging there were the clothes that Eddie had made me help him pick out.  Four pairs of different coloured high heels were arranged on the bottom of the wardrobe and in the drawers that were pulled open was the lingerie Eddie had spent so much time selecting with me. Now I knew why! Carmel led me over to the bed and sat me down.

“Well I guess I better show you how to dress too,” she said.  “Eddie was quite specific about what you were to wear for him tonight.”

Carmel selected a pair of shiny, sheer to the waist taupe pantyhose and rolled them up my legs. She stood me up and showed me how to pull them tight around my arse.  The nylon felt cool and slippery on my legs, not unpleasant. I had always loved to run my hands up a nyloned thigh but had never imagined what it would be like to wears them.  I nearly died when Carmel put her hands inside the gusset of the hose and grabbed my cock and pushed back between my legs. The tight nylon held it snugly against my ass.

“There,” Carmel said, “lets get that little thing out of the way shall we?” she laughed.

I heard Steve laugh at the door and realised to my humiliation that he was watching the proceedings. Next Carmel pulled a pair of silky nylon peach coloured full cut panties from the drawer with a matching bra.

“Here,” she said, handing me the panties, “put these on while I get the breastforms”.

I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about, Breastforms?  I slid into the panties, the silky nylon of the panties created little electric shocks of pleasure as they rubbed against the sheer nylons as they slid up my legs.  Carmel turned around and was holding two perfectly formed small breasts, one in each hand.  She put them down and put the bra on me then placed each of the plastic breasts in each cup.

“There is some adhesive in the dresser draw that has instructions on how to adhere the breastforms to your chest. You can learn to do that later.  The way I’m dressing you tonight it won’t matter you just need the shape.” Carmel said, sounding serious about subject totally alien to me.

I was still in shock as to what was happening to me when Carmel sat me down again and lifted my feet one by one and placed a back shiny high heel on each one.  She pulled out a little jewellery box from out of a draw in the base of the oversize cot. 

“For fuck sake keep this locked away from now on and never lend your jewellery to any of the other girls.” Carmel said very seriously.

‘My jewellery!’ ‘Other girls!’ ‘My workroom!’ What the fuck is happening to me I wanted to scream.  I kept my cool though, I realised I had no choice but to succumb to the ministrations of this freak man/women who was dressing me or have ‘Iron Bar’ Steve cripple me for life.  One I saw Eddie I knew I could convince him that he had his little joke and that I would make up for what ever mistake I had made as soon as I got back to work as his finance manager, back in the general population of the jail.

Carmel selected a simple gold ankle chain and fastened it around my slim ankle.  The gold twinkled in the light against the sheen of the sheer nylon. Carmel put two gold bands around my right wrist, and a simple but elegant, gold ladies watch on my left.  She placed another simple gold chain around my neck, for which hung a black onyx stone set in gold.  She clipped matching earrings to my ears.

“We’ll pierce your ears tomorrow hon,” she said humming away as she worked.

Like fuck you will, I though to myself.  Next Carmel had me stand and I teetered on the high heels, steadying myself by holding on to her. 

She smiled, “You’ll soon get used to them.”

I thought again, like fuck I would because after tonight I’ll never need to wear them.  Eddie will see this is a mistake. Carmel selected a satin waist-cincher that matched my bra and panties and pulled it tight around my waist.  My already un-masculine body was now positively effeminate.  My smooth long legs enhanced by the sheer hose, my arse had been pushed out slightly by the squeeze of the cincher, my false tits that just proportional to my small build, and my little waist. I looked like a well looked after thirty-year-old woman.

Next Carmel took a cream coloured silk blouse and pulled it up my arms and buttoned up the front.  It was open down to the second button and showed a hint of my peach bra.  Next she had me step into a peach nylon half slip, that again matched my bra and panties.  It too gave me little electric shocks of pleasure as it slid up my nyloned legs. Carmel reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a hanger on which there was a bark blue women’s business suit.  I remember Eddie picking it out of a catalogue and wondered at the time why his ‘working girls’ would need something so sophisticated.  But along with nurse’s uniforms and other fetish clothing I figured it was just to pander to some expensive punter’s peccadilloes.

Carmel had me step into the skirt and pulled it up my legs and fastened it around my waist. She straightened my blouse, ensuring it was tucked in and then surprised me as reached under the skirt and pulled the half-slip that had become rucked up when I donned the skirt.  I got another of those little electric shocks of pleasure form her hands straightening the slip and touching my stocking legs.  I looked down and was surprised to see a pair of sexy pantyhosed legs showing from below the hem of a navy blue skirt that was six inches above my knee.  Attached to those legs were a pair of sexy nylon encased feet, the red toenails showing though the gossamer nylon.  Around one slim ankle a gold bracelet reflected a glint of light.

Finally Carmel helped me into the matching jacket and led me over to a full-length mirror that was attached to the wardrobe door.  I was amazed! Staring back at me was a gorgeous woman in her mid thirties. Her bottle – blonde hair and over made-up face atop the cream blouse and navy blue power suit made her look sophisticated but strumpet like.  Carmel spun me around so I could see my side and rear.  My ass stuck out provocatively and stretched the material of the skirt taught against my arse. It was forced that way by the pull of cincher and stance I had to adopt to remain on feet in the high heels. The rear of the skirt had a small split that showed about another six inches of the back of my nyloned thighs.

Just then I saw hand reflected in the mirror as it grabbed my arse.  It was Steve.

“You look great,” he growled as he pawed my arse and legs.

“Get the fuck off her Steve or I’ll tell Eddie,” Carmel screamed smacking Steve’s hand away.

Steve retired to the door sheepishly.

“You know Eddie always gets them first!” she yelled after him.

Then the full light of the situation dawned on me.  As I looked at the reflection of the trampy woman in the business suit I realised she looked just like a caricature of the ‘sexy secretaries’ I had seen posing in porn magazines just before they stripped off their clothes, page by page.

Now I knew why Eddie had called me his secretary! Oh my god! He had been planning this for weeks, having me help him pick out clothes, obviously getting his ‘girls’ to find out my sizes for clothes and shoes.  And now I had no choice but to be Eddie’s ‘sexy secretary’ or suffer an agonising beating and the loss of my limbs!

“Mike, now you are Michele, you look beautiful. I hope you enjoy your first time as much as I did,” said Carmel as she slid past me and out the door.

And that is how I became to be dressed as a woman and standing in the far corner of a darkened cell on E Block of Chelmsford Correction Facility for Men, and waiting for the most dangerous inmate in the jail.

To be continued………………………………..

d sit uncomfortably while talking to her as my erection grew. And she pandered to my favourite fetish without realising it too, and often wore pantyhose with her high heels. Just one glance was usually enough to keep me hard for ages and ages.

Well, I didnt turn the key, and I went inside. I crept inside feleing like a naughty boy, and trembling with anticipation I opened her bedside drawer. Inside were a number of pairs of her hose, and I couldnt resist. I had my pants off within a second and held the pantyhose up in front of me. I grabbed some black panties from the next drawer and struggled to pull them on. They were too small but they seemed to stretch a mile and  finally I had them on. My erection stuck way out of the top, there was no way the flimsy panties could contain it. Then I sat on her bed and pulled on the pantyhose. This was magic...feeling the hose slide over my leg, knowing that they'd also been on hers... Feeling the silkiness of them, and stretching them tight as I pulled them up and over my now dripping cock.

I opened the closet to search for some heels. There were a lot to choose from but I grabbed a set of shiny black patent strappy sandals that I'd always liked. I tried to put them on but they were way too small for me. Not to worry, I knew where they'd fit nicely. I picked one shoe up and then slipped my cock out of its nylon prison. The head was dripping with pre-cum and I slid the head through the straps of the shoes. It was almost a perfect fit and I felt my cock grow even harder. I slowly slid my cock back and forth inside the shoe and lie back on the bed imagining that I was jerking myself off over Julies nylon clad feet while she wearing the sexy heels. I'd intended to stop at the appropriate time but I got so carried away that I couldnt and I exploded all over the place. Huge jets of cum spurted out of my cock all over the shoe and dripped off onto the other one lying next to it. I dont think I'd ever come so much in my life and it almost soaked the shoe inner and slid slowly down the stilettos heels.

Oh it was wonderful...it wasnt so much the thought of her, but the combination of the hose and heels had really got me going. I'd always been someone that enjoyed a little dressing up, but the thrill of doing it in secret with someone elses stuff just took me over the top.
After the orgasm I couldnt resist lying back for a few minutes and enjoying the feeling. So..I got the shock of my life as I heard the key turn in the door and realised that I'd fallen asleep on the bed and was still 'dressed up' and the remnants of my pleasure were still dripping off Julie's heels.

'Oh God, what am I going to do?'

Too late, no time to do anything, and Julie turned right straight into her bedroom and stared open-mouthed at the sight that greeted her.

'My god, you're...but you're...What are you doing?'

'Oh I'm so sorry...Oh I dont know what to say....I just felt a little horny..and ..I... Oh god I'm sorry..'

To my amazement she recovered quite quickly and said 'OK, I dont understand this but just tell me what you were doing?'

I confessed my whole story, how I had a pantyhose and high heel fetish and I was just having a bif of fun and didnt mean for her to find out. It was just a bad set of circumstances and I was happy to do anything to make it up to her.

She laughed at me 'Allright, I cant say I understand that sort of fetish but it hasnt hurt anyone, just shocked me a bit. Maybe you best clean yourself up and...well I'm not sure I want those heels any more, you can take them too!' She laughed out loud this time as she lifted one of the shoes up and strings of sticky cum dripped off the heel.

'Hmm its been a long while since I've seen a sight like that...actually I'm not sure I ever have? Woah there, what's going on there?' and she pointed down at my cock which despite my embarassment was beginning to stir again and was now pointed directly at her.

'Oh no, I'm sorry..I'm so sorry, it's just that like most men I only have limited control over that part of me. I'll, I'll just cover up and get dressed and...'

Her hand went to my mouth and muffled the final words.

'Look it's ok. To be honest I've had a couple of drinks at the party and was feeling somewhat horny anyway and was about to give myself a bit of action. Maybe we can both end up happy from this?'

I couldnt believe what I was hearing and she leaned over and stroked my now rock hard cock and then pulled her dress off over her head. Now she stood there before me just in her bra and pantyhose and some cute red pumps.
'I couldnt be bothered wearing panties tonight'
She lowered her mouth over my cock and sucked it gently. The feeling was divine as she slid the entire length in and out of her soft mouth.

'Oh god I havent done this for about 6 years, I'd forgotten how good it was' she said as her tongue flicked away at the drips on the head of my cock.
'Listen, get out of that stuff, if you're going to dress up I want you to look like a bit more of a slut'

'Umm, ok...' although I wasnt sure what she meant.

She grabbed some black fishnets and a pair of red lace panties out of another drawer and asked me to put them on. The fishnets were crotchless so my cock and ass were bare to the world.

'Umm exactly what do you mean by slut?'

'Look if you like to wear girly stuff, I think I'd like to treat you like one' and she pulled a big vibrator out of the bottom drawer and dripped some lube onto it
'Get on all fours on the bed. Tonight you get to fuck me, but I get to fuck you too...'

I did as she asked and assumed the position. I felt her tongue slipping into my ass crack and was amazed at how good it felt. She ran her tongue up and down and every now and then slid it into my ass. It was a feeling like I had never had before and I was loving it.
'This should be fun' she said. And I felt the tip of the vibrator in my entrance. Then a slow steady pressure as she gradually slid it into my hole. I thought it would hurt but the feeling was great as she worked it in and out. I couldnt resist and kep pushing back toward her in time with her strokes. I was being ass-fucked and loving it.

'Ha ha..I didnt think you'd be into it so much my dear. Seems you're more of a sissy than you thought' and plunged the full length deep inside me. I shuddered as all 7 inches slipped in and shouted out

'Oh god fuck me, fuck me Julie' I yelled as she plunged it in and out of my asshole. Yes I was a sissy slut and enjoying it. She kept it up until I yelled that I was coming and then with a final plunge thrust it in a far as it could go, every inch of it straining my previously virgin hole.
As it bottomed out I screamed and jerked and my cock spasmed wave after wave of cum. I looked down between my legs and saw her lying there underneath me, her face directly underneath my twitching cock and my cum splashing off her cheeks and dripping down all over her. Her arm was twisted around still holding the vibrator inside my ass.
She smiled as she saw me looking at her, and licked some of the cum off her ace with her own tongue.

'Mmm that's the first load I've had in I dont know how long and I dont think I can ever get enough again'

'Now its my turn' she said. I need a bit of fun! And she lay on her back and pulled my face into her crotch. Even through the pantyhose the smell was overwhelming, she was really, really ready to go. I licked her all up and down and she squirmed and screamed in delight and pushed my face harder and harder into her, almost crushing me against her pubic bone.

'Oh god baby, that's it, keep going, eat me, eat me good'

I didnt need any encouragement and I was enjoying it as much as she was and I was happy to lick every ince of that wet pussy all night. I bit away at the pantyhose and finally created a hole and plunged my tongue deep inside of her. She arched her back and let out a little whimper of delight.

'Oh yes..thats it...more..more'

By now my dick had gotten hard again so I thought I'd give her what she really wanted. I turned her over and lifted her ass in the air. I slipped in between her legs and positioned my cock at her pussy entrance. I could hear her hold her breath as she waited for me to enter her. I looked down and I could feel her pantyhose rubbing against my own fishnets, it was an ultimate fantasy for me, fucking in hose and heels.

With a single thrust I was inside her and she let out a muffled cry of pleasure. I began to fuck her with long slow strokes. Using the entire length of my cock each time as I pleasured her. She cried with delight and pushed back against me with each thrust

'Yes, yes, fuck my cunt, fuck me, fuck me...Oh god I want it'

Hearing her talk like that made me even hornier and I upped my pace even more, banging my balls against her ass with each stroke as I entered her.

'Ohh I'm commminng......' and she made a final rearward thrust onto my cock and then collpased forward onto the bed.

I was close again too and pulled my cock out and stood at the foot of the bed. I gave my cock a final few strokes and then watched yet another stream of cum spurt forth all over Julies shoes and legs. Long streams of the sticky white goo ran up and down all over and dripped onto the carpet. She must have know what I was doing and flipped over onto her back, slid off her cum-soaked heels,  and took my cock between her feet to milk the last few drops of cum out. I almost buckled at the knees as I watched it drip out all over her toes. I just loved it.... And when there was none left she surprised me by lifting her feet to her mouth and licking the stickiness off them.

'Told you I hadnt had enough didnt I?' and smiled at me..

'Maybe we best keep this little effort our secret?'

I smiled in agreement and lie down beside her on the bed. I was about to drift off to sleep again when the key turned in the door again

'Oh my god, my daughters home, I forgot.....'

to be continued.....

ne girl that she particularly desired, a plan that would delight this young brunette’s eyes. Her target was Kate, the gorgeous blonde sporting voluptuous curves and one of the prettiest faces in the school. Hazel had had her eye on her for quite some time.

Knowing that Kate would go for a run before the swimming events leaving her gear alone in the locker rooms, Hazel made sure to arrive at school early as to execute her devious, yet delightful, plan. Nobody else was there when she arrived, just her and Kate’s schoolbag lying on the bench. Hazel smiled to herself and nervously sat down next to it. Looking around nervously, she unzipped the schoolbag. Inside lay a predictable assortment of essential teen girl relics including; eyeliner, lip gloss, a Cosmo and a packet of cigarettes. A bonus prize for the young girl, a tiny white g string lay tucked away to the side of the bag. Hazel proceeded to stuff it in her pocket hastily, ‘I’ll enjoy that later,’ she muttered to herself. One last check to see that no one could see what she was doing (if she got caught it would be the end of her) and Hazel executed her master plan. Not wanting to be seen by Kate when she returned from her run (though she yearned to stay, just to watch her shower) Hazel quickly chucked her bag over her shoulder and hurried off to have a cigarette before everyone else would arrive and the visual pleasure would commence.

***

Hazel was in heaven as so many beautiful girls took their clothes off around her. Glimpses of breasts, ass and pussies made her tingle in her pussy, though she knew the best was yet to come. She had deliberately set up camp near enough to the blonde goddess to watch her get changed without being noticed (a good thing I’m so quiet, she thought).

“Have I gotten fatter lately?” Kate turned to a half naked, brunette friend (also gorgeous), “This swimsuit seems so much tighter on me than last time I wore it.”

Hazel smiled as she watched Kate put on the swimsuit she had placed in Kate’s bag, an extra small in size; it was guaranteed to make Hazel cream herself just from looking at her. The black lycra showed every small detail of Kate’s damn near perfect ass, driving itself right into the crack and leaving a fair amount of cheek exposed on the sides. Hazel had fantasized about that hot ass many times; running her tongue along the cheeks, licking her asshole, she wanted to do so many things to that ass and the sight before her eyes now did nothing but intensify that passion.

Kate’s friend swatted away the mere thought of Kate not having a divine body, “Your body’s perfect, you know it. It probably just shrunk in the wash.”

Kate agreed, knowing that there was nothing wrong with her at all, and Hazel chuckled to herself, deliberately dawdling with getting changed so she could watch the girl she idolized.

Hazel felt her pussy getting wet which frustrated her as there was no way she could satisfy herself right now. Instead she kept watching, now looking at Kate’s pussy, barely contained by the tiny swimsuit. The memory of her masturbating in that swimsuit, cumming all over the fabric, the night before, delighted her as she thought of her pussy juiced mixing with Kate’s own. She felt another jolt run through her own pussy as she tried hard not to just go for it and get herself off right then and there.

To top off the amazing display of the perfect female body, Kate’s more than ample breasts were almost spilling out of her new swimsuit, fleshy delight amusing and exciting the cute brunette.

Hazel watched Kate walk away, mesmerized by the incredibly hot ass as it wiggled slightly with her walk. By this stage, Hazel stood in her panties, pink and cotton, as the last few girls left the locker room and proceeded to the school pool. Looking down, she was slightly embarrassed by the obvious wet patch covering the front of her panties, ‘Well at least no one saw that,’ she thought to herself.

In a moment of epiphany, Hazel suddenly realized that she was the only girl left in the changing rooms. Her heart was racing. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but if she got caught she wouldn’t know what to do. After a few moments, Hazel decided that if she didn’t sort it out now, it would only get worse as the day went on, beautiful bodies surrounding her and all. Quietly, she slipped off her own panties and replaced them with the white g string she had stolen from Kate’s bag. Incredibly turned on by the voyeur activity, Hazel could think of nothing else but the fact that what had, just hours ago, been nuzzling in Kate’s ass and rubbing against her pussy was now doing the same to her. The thong was instantly wet with her juices.

She slid a hand down the front of the wet g string and started rubbing her pussy. The tension that had been building up over the last hour or so finally felt a thousand times lighter as she caressed her clitoris, tasting every inch of Kate’s body in her dry mouth, feeling every curve, kissing her passionately, then fucking her wildly. Finally, the great wave of an orgasm overcame her. She slowed her caress, gradually drawing to a halt, as she caught her breath. ‘Holy fuck I needed that,’ she spoke to herself.

Hazel looked up sharply. She thought she had heard a noise. Had someone been watching her? She started to tremble. If someone had seen her do that, word would get around and she would be the laughing stock of the whole school.

Outside, she could hear the sound of a crowd cheering on the athletes. The races had begun. Quickly, Hazel slipped out of the soaking wet thong, chucked it in her bag and jumped into her swimsuit. Normally she would take a moment to feel sexy in such an alluring piece of clothing, however, if she was not checked off the roll she would be in trouble.

Zipping up her bag, Hazel hurried out of the changing room towards the pool where she could spend the day admiring the view, keeping an eye out for her favorite form of visual entertainment, Kate.

**

After a long and glorious day of girl watching, Hazel walked home the usual way; through the town centre then through the park until she reached her house. The young brunette felt a little guilty about taking Kate’s thong (it was a very nice one), but her guilt was cancelled out by the fact that she was wearing it and feeling very sexual as she once again imagined Kate’s pussy rubbing against her own.

Hazel turned and walked down the park trail leading to her house. A voice startled her.

“I saw you today, in the changing room, after everyone left,”

Hazel jumped around and saw the girl she adored so much looking straight at her. She took a moment to admire her, still a bit wet, short skirt, hair glistening in the sun, but Hazel could not think of anything to retort with,

“And I bet you had something to do with my swimsuit being significantly smaller than usual, you little lesbo,”

Again, Hazel could think of nothing to say. She felt her whole face flush bright red.

“So in that case, why don’t you come back to my house now?” Kate smiled, almost evilly.

Hazel was stunned. What did she just get invited to? Was she in trouble? All she could manage was, “Uh… okay, I guess.”

“Good,” Kate flicked her hair over her shoulder and started walking, “This way. It’s not far.”

A startled Hazel collected herself and jumpstarted to catch up with Kate both excited and nervous about what lay ahead for her.

**

“You wait here, I’ll be back in a minute,” Kate had left Hazel in her room still somewhat startled by the last ten minutes. On the short walk Kate had said almost nothing to Hazel, simply leading her through her house and upstairs to her bedroom. Kate’s bedroom was surprisingly boring. No posters or anything, just a large, double bed, a mirror, lots of make up and a cupboard. Hazel sat on the end of Kate’s bed as the blonde retreated to the en-suite.

“Now, if you want, you can take off that stupid school uniform,” Kate called out from the bathroom. Hazel still couldn’t really believe what was going on, but she was not going to pass on this opportunity. Hastily, she ripped off her tie, shirt and skirt, kicked off her sandals and turned to look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing Kate’s white g-string (still a little damp) and a white bra. She was slim and tanned. B-cup tits and a hot little ass making up the most important parts of her body at this present point in time. Hazel lay back on Kate’s bed and waited for the return of her dream come true.

Hazel was astounded by what she saw. Kate had donned the ‘gift’ Hazel had given her this morning, only this time she had made sure it was extra revealing, pulling it up so it almost completely revealed her ass, pussy and tits. To top it all off, she had covered her body in oil, making her skin shine in the light. Hazel felt herself get instantly wet at the vision of beauty standing before her. If she thought Kate had looked hot this morning, this was the epitome of all her lust. Kate twirled around for her, long, blonde hair flicking up, to show off her insatiably hot ass.

“I thought you might like it,” Kate explained to Hazel’s reaction, “I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time. I had my suspicions about you.”

Hazel couldn’t believe what was happening. She was about to indulge in everything she had wanted for the last few months, and she couldn’t feel better about it.

Kate kneeled over Hazel, one leg on either side of the stunned, young brunette, her pussy visibly enflamed through the leotard, and guided Hazel’s hands to her ass. Hazel squeezed gently, reveling in the perfect shape and texture. Kate leaned down and kissed her younger lover immediately and passionately. Hazel moaned, slipping her hands under the swimsuit to caress Kate’s ass. The ass she had dreamed about for too long. Gently, she ran one finger down the length of her crack to the blonde girl’s asshole.

“I’m going to let you do what you want to me first, then I’m going to give you a very nice surprise,” Kate told the girl who merely nodded in reply.

Hazel, slightly unwilling to stop kissing Kate, climbed out from underneath the stunning blonde and knelt behind Kate who was on all fours waiting for Hazel to enjoy her amazing body. Hazel pulled aside the swimsuit covering her ass and pulled her perfect ass cheeks aside. Without hesitation, Hazel plunged her face forward into her new lover’s ass and ran her tongue along the inside of her crack. She could taste the oil and flesh, though she really didn’t care what it tasted like. She wanted to be a dirty little bitch.

Kate moaned as Hazel tongued her asshole with gusto, lapping up any sweet juices her tongue could reach. As she licked away at her asshole, Kate slid her hand under the leotard and started to softly rub her wet pussy bringing slight satisfaction to keep her going for now the time being while Hazel enjoyed living out her fantasy.

When Hazel was finished licking out Kate’s ass, the blonde turned to her. “Now I’ve let you do that to me, and I cannot thank you enough, it’s my turn to do a favour for you. Seeing as you seem to like the ass so much, I think you should take that thong off pronto.”

“Whatever you say,” Hazel smiled and removed Kate’s thong along with her bra letting her cute little tits flop out. Now that she was fully naked, she lay on her back, the blonde towering over her, once again, a vision of beauty. Kate handed her a tube of lube then lay on her back, opposite Hazel. Hazel proceeded to rub the lube on her asshole, dipping a naughty finger inside for a glimpse of pleasure. When she thought she had applied enough, she looked up at Kate, gasping at the sight before her eyes.

Straining against the tight, lycra swimsuit was something seeming to grow from Kate’s pussy. It was long, reaching past her bellybutton, and quite thick. “What the fuck?” Hazel exclaimed, “That can’t be…”

Kate simply smiled at her and pulled away the leotard letting her large cock, which had extended from her clitoris, flop out in front of Hazel. “Impressive, huh?” she asked the brunette girl, “It quite often comes in handy.”

“But…. How the fuck did it just grow out of you?” Hazel was stunned once again.

“It’s a very long story, one that I’ll tell you afterwards, but for now I think you should just enjoy it.”

And with that, and not a word out of the astonished Hazel, Kate got on her knees. “Turn around and get on your knees.”

Hazel was now quite excited. She had always wanted to take it in the ass, and such a large cock would certainly prove to be quite exciting.

Hazel felt the head of Kate’s cock sitting against the rim of her ass. She felt the warm phallus slowly and gently push its way inside her, stretching the muscles apart to the point where it started to hurt. Hazel let out a grunt of surprise and Kate stopped for a moment.

“Don’t worry sugar, it’ll hurt a bit but I’ll make sure it’s worth it”

Hazel found her reassurance somewhat questionable but nonetheless tried to relax her body to accommodate Kate in what had previously been her virgin asshole. As the cock slowly dove deeper inside her, Hazel began to realize the appeal of anal sex. Although it still hurt, she found herself seeing past that as she gradually became filled. When Kate had gone a few inches into Hazel’s tight little ass, she stopped and pulled back a little bit. Every single little movement that Kate made inside there, Hazel could feel with infinite depth, so when Kate pulled almost her entire cock out of the young brunette’s ass she groaned in delight. The sudden switch from being filled with juicy cock meat to being emptied like a vacuum was too much for cute little Hazel and she shot a hand down to her wet pussy, rubbing her begging clitoris to satisfy at least some of the energy that had been building up down there all day.

Kate didn’t want to completely destroy her new lovers’ ass (she had much more planned for this one), so the voluptuous blonde had pulled out temporarily, allowing the younger girl some mercy for now. After a few seconds, when she felt Hazel’s asshole would be more able to accommodate the full length of her cock, whether she liked it or not, Kate put her hands on Hazel’s hips, once again placed her cock on the edge of her asshole and pushed her way inside the eager ass.

This time, Kate’s cock ventured even further inside Hazel, conjuring a wealth of moans and groans from the girl on the receiving end as the blonde concentrated on the delicate art of fucking a virgin ass. This time, Kate managed almost completely engulf her cock inside Hazel before it became too much for the young fox with the tight ass.

“Oh, god! You’re too fucking big, Kate!” Hazel moaned at her.

For a moment, Kate stopped pushing. There was a moment where the girl considered letting Hazel off with this much, but that moment passed fairly quickly. “Not much more to go now,” she said and thrust the last of her cock meat down into Hazel’s ass.

Hazel groaned in both ecstasy and pain with the last thrust from Kate. She could now feel every little throb and movement of Kate’s cock which her ass had completely engulfed. She felt like such a dirty bitch and she loved it. After a few moments, the pain had settled and Hazel was left to enjoy the cock in her ass as Kate started slowly sliding in and out.

Hazel was soon moaning loud as Kate got faster, pumping her ass with her big cock. She was still lightly rubbing her clit, but deliberately held back so she could build up for a biggie later on.

Soon enough, Kate could feel a mighty orgasm building up at the base of her cock. She started pumping Hazel’s still tight ass faster and faster as she came closer and closer to a climax. After what seemed like forever to the buxom blonde, she pushed down one last time, her clit rubbing against Hazel’s pussy. Her cock had completely disappeared, but its presence was anything but invisible to Hazel as she was not only filled more than ever before, but she could feel Kate’s warm cum gushing out of the head of her throbbing cock.

Kate was panting as she released her grip on Hazel’s hips. The girl was clearly drained, but her cock stayed hard inside Hazel. After she felt that all of the cum had exploded out the end of her cock, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Hazel.

The two girls lay on the bed panting, wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies moist with sex-sweat, Kate’s cock still mostly in Hazel’s impressively resilient ass. Turning her head around in a slightly awkward position, Hazel kissed Kate once again.

Hazel liked the feeling of Kate’s large tits pressing into her back. If her pussy wasn’t aching to be fucked as much as it was, she though, she could lie like this forever, and besides, she also liked the feeling of her ass being filled with a big cock.

The beautiful lovers lay like that for a few minutes, Kate still, amazingly, remaining hard inside Hazel, until Kate rolled over on top of Hazel and pulled her cock out, slowly. Hazel moaned sleepily as the large object left her rear passage, leaving quite a void. When it was all the way out, Kate leaned down and licked the brunette’s asshole slowly, drawing out yet another moan from the young girl.

Now Kate lay back on the bed in front of Hazel. Her cock stood straight up, inviting Hazel to mount it. Hazel got on her knees and straddled Kate, her cock rubbing against her clit. Gently, Hazel started rubbing the cock with her right hand while she caressed her own pussy with her left hand. Both girls were moaning as Hazel got them both off slowly. After a while of this light action, Hazel raised her pussy over Kate’s cock and rested the head against her pussy lips.

Hazel had had a few cocks inside her before, but her young pussy still put up a bit of resistance against Kate’s monster. With a few grunts and groans, Hazel twisted herself down onto Kate’s cock until it was all the way inside her. It felt different to the cocks she had had before, possibly because it was all phallus and no skin, but for some reason it just felt more satisfying. She gyrated her hips a few times to get a feel for the cock she was about to fuck all the juice out of. She could feel it rubbing against the walls of her pussy, each time it moved a little creating a slightly different sensation. Hazel could tell this as no ordinary cock, and Kate was definitely no ordinary girl.

The younger girl looked down at Kate. The girl Hazel had constantly been lusting over for months was in ecstasy, her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Hazel would have thought this odd, seeing as she had only just engulfed the girl, but after all that had happened to her today, Hazel was prepared to accept anything as just another twist in this otherworldly day.

Hazel started to ride Kate’s cock, gradually building up in tempo, sliding up and down, slightly gyrating her hips so every corner of her hot little pussy could feel the mighty cock inside her, slowly building up speed until she was riding Kate like a demon. Every time she thrust down on Kate’s cock, Hazel could feel it getting gradually deeper and deeper inside her as her pussy lips caressed more and more of the base of the phallus until all she was doing was thrusting her hips back and forward with the entirety of Kate’s dick consumed by her hot, dripping wet pussy.

Hazel had now broken into a full on sweat, her whole body moist and slightly dripping. She could feel the moisture of Kate, who was now so engulfed by the pleasure she could make no sound, yet could not close her mouth, between her thighs. The pair had become so slippery Hazel could feel her whole body moving slightly along the length of Kate’s. Her long, brown hair was wet and she was almost out of breath, yet she could not stop, no matter how hard she might try.

The cock was now throbbing manically inside her, each pulsation shooting shockwaves or orgasmic pleasure through her whole body. She felt a sudden craving for her ass to be filled once again, and was unable to contain herself as she thrust three fingers up there, hoping to satisfy her emptiness, but she found she could not. Almost crying in desperation, Hazel put her other hand up against her asshole and slipped in three more of her dainty little fingers, making a total of six fingers trying to fill her empty ass. Although this was not the satisfaction she needed, she had no other option. Simply unable to stop fucking Kate, Hazel fucked the cock desperately as it became more and more violent inside her aching pussy.

As Hazel got to point of almost passing out, she felt the cock tense up like it never had before, and then loosening up so quickly it made Hazel moan a little. Before she knew it, Kate was shooting a load of hot cum into her pussy, covering every possible place inside Hazel. She could feel the warmth caressing her pussy as it gradually seeped out.

Hazel was in for yet another surprise when the cum seeped out onto her clitoris. As soon as it touched her clit, it went crazy on Hazel. She couldn’t count how many times she came at once, or if it was just one amazingly huge orgasm. She felt blackness cover both her eyes and her mind, mixing with the pleasure throughout her body, and in a little time, she was passed out completely, slumber on the bed, lying opposite Kate, who was herself in no conscious state, her cock still throbbing slightly inside Hazel.

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