“Inappropriately?” asked Jessica looking down at herself.

             “I have been getting several complaints from the men today that they can not concentrate on their work because they are too busy staring at you in your provocative outfit,” her boss said. Jessica blushed a crimson red, realizing that maybe she was dressed a little too sexy for work. She had on a white button down shirt, and had undone the first three buttons so that when she bent over to get something, the men in her office got a nice view of her cleavage. Also, she was wearing a black skirt with stockings and black heels, and although the skirt she was wearing would have been short on any woman, her long, slim legs made the skirt seem like a micro mini. 

            “I’m really sorry,” said Jessica. “Would you like me to change?”

            “Actually I would,” said Jake with a sly smile spreading across his lips. “Right now.” Jessica looked at him confused.

            “What do you mean?” she asked, not quite understanding.

             “I mean I want you to take off your clothes right here, right now. They are not suitable for work.”

             “But, Mr. Earnhart-“ Jessica was interrupted as Jake got out of his chair, walked towards Jessica, and pinned her against the wall of his office.

            “Listen,” he said. “I am your boss and you will do what you are told. If you fail to comply you will be fired, it is as simple as that. And now you have failed to follow my demands so I will take matters into my own hands,” he said as he continued to pin the leggy brunette against the wall. He kissed her cheek, slowly making his way to her lips until she turned her face away from him.

            “Jake, I can’t do this,” she pleaded. “You know I have a boyfriend.” Jake ignored her comment, taking her face in his hands and turning it so that she was facing him. Still holding her face with his hands he forcefully kissed her on the mouth, his tongue aggressively lashing against hers. His lips slowly made their way down her neck, and he opened another button on her shirt revealing the black lacy push up bra that showed off her amazing tits. Jessica was helpless as she remained pinned against the wall while her boss ravished her body. He was 15 years older than her, so being at age 38, many of the women in the office found him extremely attractive. He had short light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, as well as an extremely built body. Although Jessica did have a boyfriend, she could feel herself growing wet and hot with excitement as she remained under the grip of his strong arms. He slowly undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse, kissing the top of her chest as he did so. He sure knew how to tease the hell out of a woman, and Jessica was feeling dizzy from the combination of excitement mixed with danger.

            After Jake had removed her shirt, he pulled down the zipper to her skirt and slid it down her long slim legs. Jessica now stood before him only wearing her black push up bra, black lacy boy shorts, and thigh high stockings paired with her heels. The sight alone made his dick throb, and all eight inches of his cock had sprung to its full length. “Get over there and lean across my desk,” he demanded, impatiently rubbing his hard-on that bulged beneath his pants. Jessica did as she was told, leaning her body across his desk so that her perfect round ass was in Jake’s plain view. Jake was extremely turned on as he stared at the luscious sight of Jessica’s backside, her cheeks peeking out from underneath her sexy panties. Jake walked up behind Jessica, kissing the nape of her neck as he slipped a hand underneath her panties, sliding his hand around until it was in the front. When he felt that her pussy was completely bare, Jake spun her around and kissed her roughly on the mouth. “So is this how your boyfriend likes your pussy? Completely bare?” he demanded, rubbing a firm finger back and forth on her clit. Jessica could barely answer, only eliciting a low moan from her pouty lips. “I didn’t hear an answer,” Jake hissed as he grabbed her hair and tilted her head back.

            “Ahh, yes he loves it bare,” she managed to get out in between whimpers.

             “Well I guess I better see for myself why he loves it so much,” he said and yanked her panties down past her ankles. “Mmm,” he said, nodding in approval. “Your boyfriend has very good taste.” Jake kissed her once more on the lips, slipping his hands around her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra. The bra fell to the floor, revealing Jessica’s perky, round 34 c tits. Jake wasted no time as his tongue danced circles around her rock hard nipples. He took one at a time into his mouth biting, sucking, and teasing each nipple until Jessica thought she was about to cum. Right before she could explode, Jake pulled away to focus on her tight, shaved pussy. He pushed Jessica back on top of the desk, making sure that her pussy was right on the edge of the table. He slipped one finger into her sopping wet cunt, going painfully slow and savoring the torture he was giving to her.

            “Please,” she begged, “go faster.” Jake decided to continue tormenting her and stuck another finger inside of her, still going at the painstakingly slow pace. She moaned loudly, running her fingers through her long brown hair and tried to move her body so she could fuck his fingers at a faster pace.

            “No, no, no, naughty girl. You need to go at my pace,” said Jake, pinching her nipples hard and inserting another finger into her. “I’ll tell you what…if you can stay extremely quiet while I finger you, I’ll give you the best oral sex you’ve ever had,” said Jake, reveling in the amount of control he had over her. She nodded quickly in agreement, embracing herself for the torture that was about to come.

            Jessica was a very sexual person and loved to make noise, so staying perfectly quiet while her tight little pussy got finger fucked was extremely hard. However, she somehow managed to stay quiet and like Jake had promised, he slid his fingers out of her dripping wet cunt and lowered his warm moist mouth to her completely sopping pussy. He darted his skilled tongue in and out of her slit, making her wriggle and squirm with pleasure and paying extra close attention to her clit. He licked and flicked his tongue over her clit, making Jessica lose control. She moaned loudly as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. One thing was for sure, Jake was right: he definitely gave her the best orgasm she had ever had, and even after she orgasmed she could still feel the intensity of it.

            She laid on the desk, trying to catch her breath, but Jake pulled her off, demanding her to get on her knees and suck him off. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to cum. Jessica licked up and down his whole length first, trying to get it moist so that she could fit his whole cock into her mouth. He shuddered immediately from the touch of her tongue, and he could tell that he was about to have an amazing orgasm. Jessica slowly took him into his mouth, flicking the head of his cock with her tongue as her hand wandered down to play with his balls. He groaned loudly at the touch of her hand on his heaving balls. Jessica stopped paying attention to his dick for a minute so she could suck on his balls, taking each one into her mouth and licking them in quick short movements. She then moved back up to his dick, trying her best to take as much of him as possible into her mouth. She licked up and down his shaft in long slow strides, until she felt that Jake couldn’t take it anymore. She increased her pace, deep throating as much as possible as Jake groaned with pleasure. He could feel all the tension building up as he grabbed her hair, forcing her to go faster and faster until he felt that he was about to cum. “Oh God, you…are…so…good” he moaned as his warm cum shot deep into the back of her throat, and watched as she swallowed every drop. “Oh my god, you are amazing,” he breathed, trying to regain control of his body.

            Jessica stood up to put her clothes back on, and with a smile said, “Good, does this mean I get to keep my job?” He nodded enthusiastically as he watched her get dressed and leave his office. This was one office meeting he definitely did not mind having.

Later that night at dinner my sister and I sat across from each other because of earlier that day. It was only my sister,my mom and me. My dad left us when we were little so we always had dinner together as a family. After we finished mom got a call from work saying they needed her to come in and cover a shift of someone who called in sick. So it was just me and my sister alone in the house. I was downstairs watching tv and my sister upstairs in her room. I got bored of the tv and decided to call my buddy Jack and see if he wanted to hang out. I picked up the phone and I heard voices. A conversation between my sister and her friend. She was telling her friend how she walked in on me masterbating and how much she liked seeing my cock. She said she always dreamed about what it would be like to sleep with me. My heart was pounding like crazy so I hung up the phone and went up to my room to go and think.

'So she wants to have sex with me huh' I kept saying to myself. Images and scenes of me and my sister raced through my mind. I could feel the precum coming from my erected cock. I jerked off to those wonderful images of me and my sister together. I was pretty tired so I decided to hit the hay. As I was about to get in my bed I heard a knock on my door. I said to come on in and there was my sister. She was acting very shy and I could see in her eyes that she wanted to see my cock again. 'Listen' she said. 'I am sorry I walked in on you earlier' said said. I told her to just forget it ever happened and she left.

 But then she came back and opened the door and quickly shouted out 'I dream about making love to you all the time'. My eyes just grew in surprise that she would just come out and say it like that. Freaked out, but feeling more confident I also admitted my wanting of her. We both laugh and then she came toward me. Closer and closer and then all of a sudden she kissed me. Her lips were so smooth and nice. I wanted more so I grabbed her body and brought her lips to mine again. We started to make out for about 5 minutes and then she reached for my boxers. She slid her hand down into my boxers and started feeling up my 7inch which was already hard. She pulled down my boxers and stared at my cock. She started to lick it which sent precum like crazy. She kept tasting my cum and saying 'ooo big brother your cum is tasty'.

 Then I was in heaven. She finally put my cock in her mouth and started to suck. She was sucking very well actually which also surprised me. After I cummed in her mouth and she swallowed every bit of it she got up and layed on her back on the bed now and she started to undress herself. She revealed beautiful double B tits and the most perfect pink nipples. I started to suck on them like there was no tomarrow. After a few minutes of sucking I worked my way down to her pussy which was already nice and wet. I teased her alittle bit by licking around her pussy and she really liked it and you could tell she really wanted me to eat her out. Thats when my tongue met her beautiful pussy lips. So juicy oh man how I was in heaven. After a few minutes of eating her out I could start to taste her cum. 'So very tasty' I said to her and she moaned. I thought it was time to fuck her pussy so I stood up and pulled her body closer to me. She was freaking out alittle bit and was worried about my size, but I told her it will only hurt for alittle bit then it gets better. I shoved my cock in her in a fast motion and she screamed. Moing my pace up she started to moan and saying say wanted it more and faster. I did as I was told. It only took a matter of a few minutes to make me cum inside my sisters tight pink pussy.

 She got up and started to suck my cock again and she wanted to taste her own cum as well. Oh how that night was amazing. My fantasys finally came true. We finished up and we got dressed and she went to her own room and I went to sleep. From there on end whenever I came home and my sister was there and mom was at work. We would fuck like animals and my sisters is an amazing lover.

The predator had defiled five women so far, all sophisticated, attractive and well dressed ladies in their forties or early fifties. He made a point of that; that they be dressed attractively. He had been known to make his victims get out of bed and apply makeup and dress in their finest lingerie and eveningwear before he spent his time playing his sordid games with them. Some victims reported that he made them parade before him wearing differing ensembles until he was satisfied with how they looked before he ravished them.

The predator had arrived at his current destination by sheer luck. He usually followed his intended victim for a few days, and then planned his attack when he was sure that the victim was alone in her home. Tonight he was returning from a bar and decided to cruise a well-to-do neighbourhood just to see if there was anything special that might be worth following up. He was slightly drunk and stopped his car next to an alleyway separating two townhouses so that he could relieve himself. He ducked into the darkened alley to urinate when he noticed the shadow on blind. The silhouette on the blind was unmistakeable to a predator of his kind; a woman either dressing or undressing; her movements and mannerisms playing out like a shadow-puppet on a movie screen. He couldn’t help himself; he had to see what might be on offer here. When he had splashed the last of the hot stream of his urine against the wall he climbed up onto a garbage bin hoping he would be able to see more through the window.

The predator was in luck and managed to secure a position where he could see through a chink in the blind where it had not been fully extended. The view provided by the chink took in half of a woman’s bedroom. He could see most of the bed, scattered with lingerie and women’s clothing lying in a heap, the coat-hangers still attached to the skirts, blouses and jackets. There had to be at least six outfits lying on the bed surrounded by the small piles of assorted lingerie. He could see a dressing table littered with makeup, perfume bottles, jewellery boxes and the sundry items that women seemed to be unable to do without in their endeavours to look attractive. A wine glass, half full of red wine was set to one side. A small shelf above the dressing table held three wig stands. A blonde bob sat on one wig stand and a black long haired wig sat on the second; the third wig stand was bare.

The predator was pleased to see that this woman had such good taste in clothing and obviously looked after herself. The mountains of lingerie, makeup, jewellery and the wigs bespoke of a woman who was most attentive to her appearance – the sort of woman he fantasised about.

The predator allowed his eyes to consume the sight before him. The woman presented herself sideways to him, sitting in front of the mirror at the dressing table making final adjustments to her appearance. She looked to be in her early forties, solid but not fat, and dressed just to his taste. His eyes started with her face and worked their way down her body. Straight brunette hair hung just to her shoulders, the fringe framing her heavily made-up eyes; her cheeks were rouged, her lips full and painted plum red. A glint of light betrayed the simple sparkling earrings that undoubtedly matched the diamante necklace around her neck. She was wearing a black nylon full-slip, the rise of her small breasts emphasised by the tight bodice, the laced hem of the slip resting on her sleek nyloned thighs just above her knees.

The predator liked the way her taupe stockings glistened in the lights from the makeup mirror. Her hands slid down one leg, her fingernails painted a matching plum red to her lipstick, and adjusted her stocking; pulling the sleek nylon taught on her shapely leg and momentarily disappearing under the hem of her slip as she adjusted the clip on a garter strap. The predator shuddered. His eyes continued down her leg and lingered on the black, patent leather, open toe high-heels and he caught a glimpse of her painted toenails on display, encased in the gossamer of her sheer stocking, as she waggled her foot back and forth back as the admiring her own pretty foot. She stood, and then advanced towards the bed presenting herself front-on to the predator.

The predator took in the whole visage of the woman that he had now determined was to be his next victim. Mature, attractive, heavily made-up, tall and well built; she was just to his taste. If he had not spent the evening in the bar and was in a sober frame of mind he might have been more cautious, but the sight she unknowingly presented to the predator sealed the woman’s fate. The predator slid silently off the garbage bin on which he had been standing and made his way back to his car. He scanned the street and saw no one. Most of the lights in the adjoining townhouses were out and the street was quiet. He checked his watch: 11:30pm, perfect he thought, and reached into the back seat and took out his burglary tools. Fuck the risk! He had to have her. Now!

Michele sat before the makeup mirror twirling the wine glass in her fingers watching the light sparkle in the red Shiraz. The dark red wine matched the colour of her fingernails and she briefly giggled to herself at the complement. She was slightly drunk from the half-bottle of wine she had already consumed and she set the wine glass down carefully and began to add the final touches to her makeup.

Michele was actually Michael, a divorcee in his mid forties who lived alone and had come to transvestism late in life after suppressing an urge to crossdress for most of his adult years. Like most crossdressers he had urges to dress-up and become a woman for short periods of time and often dressed in his wife’s underwear when she was away. After an amicable divorce some five years earlier, Michael now transformed into Michele whenever it pleased him to do so. Living alone and having the privacy to dress when it suited him, he had developed the persona of Michele over a period of years.

Michele’s male alter ego had fought a battle with his weight for most of his life and he had allowed himself to balloon out during the later part of his marriage. When the opportunity to fully crossdress whenever he felt like it presented itself, Michael decided he didn’t want to look like a middle-aged frump. He dieted and exercised until he could eventually fit into a size 16 and some times even a 14; a great effort given his large frame, and he now carried very little fat.

Michele had acquired an extensive wardrobe, first at opportunity shops and later at larger specialty shops; insisting to the shopkeepers that he was buying the clothes as presents for his wife. Lingerie was easy to buy as it is never considered unusual for men to buy nice underwear for their wives or lovers.

Michele bought his first pair of women’s shoes from an opportunity shop and once he knew his woman’s shoe size he purchased many styles of high-heeled pumps and sandals; again insisting to inquisitive shop assistants that they were presents for his wife. He sometimes had the boxes gift-wrapped to maintain the façade.

Michele had dabbled with his wife’s makeup with various degrees of success and failure during the years of his marriage and easily obtained all the makeup he needed by purchasing a couple of complete makeup kits ("its for my niece’s birthday; she’s just turned thirteen") and then simply added to his makeup collection by throwing any item he desired in with the week’s groceries; no one ever questioned him at the checkout; husbands just picked up whatever their wives had written on the shopping list after all.

Michele could purchase women’s jewellery easily of course, but his biggest problem was how to get his hands on some nice wigs. The problem was solved when he was sent to a large city interstate on a business trip where he visited the part of town frequented by the gay community. Here a sympathetic old lady in a wig shop who was used to dealing with ‘his kind’ helped him pick out and try on three different styles and hair colourings. He purchased the wigs and then went into another ‘specialty shop’ where he bought breastforms in two sizes.

Michele loved being Michele; Michael transformed into her at every opportunity and spent most evenings and weekends dressed and fully made-up. More and more often though he had been fantasising about taking his transvestism a step further; whenever he was dressed as Michele he became aroused, he always had, but for the last year or so he had fantasised about being with a man. He did not consider himself gay; in fact when he wasn’t Michele his sexual fantasies revolved around women; but when he was Michele he wanted to be with a man or to have a ‘lesbian’ encounter with another transvestite.

Michele was terrified that her secret life would be exposed. When dressed she kept the doors locked, the shades closed and never answered the door. Although she had become adept at applying makeup and dressing en-femme, and she believed that she made quite an attractive mature woman, she would never dream of going out dressed as Michele. She contented himself with reading books and looking at magazines and movies where transvestites had hot sexual encounters with each other and with male admirers. Although masturbation bought relief, Michele longed for ‘the real thing.’ She was thinking a lot lately of either placing a discreet ad in some of the sex shops she visited or advertising her availability in a contact magazine or in some of the internet chat rooms she frequented.

Michele was not aware that she was about to have her first encounter tonight, nor that the Predator would be her first man. The Predator was not aware that the woman he lusted after, as he spied on her through her bedroom window, was in fact Michele; a transvestite.

Michele had opened a nice half-bottle of Shiraz earlier in the evening and then poured herself a warm bath. She painted her toe and fingernails and allowed them to dry and then poured herself a glass of wine and stepped into the steaming, scented water. She spent a luxurious hour soaking, during which she had shaven her legs and chest and closely shaven her face. She had also drunk three glasses of wine.

Michele towelled herself off and carried a full glass of wine from the ensuite bathroom into her bedroom where she sat at her dressing table and looked at herself critically in the mirror. She was showing her age but was still respectable and with the magic of makeup would soon be transformed into a presentable, if slightly sluttish, middle-aged woman. She giggled to herself and realised she was slightly drunk.

Michele went through the labour of applying her foundation; she had a product from Max Factor which closely matched her skin colour but covered up the few scars and blemishes that she had acquired during in her life. Next she liberally coated her face and neck with face powder one shade darker than her foundation; she now had the blank canvass she liked to achieve prior to applying the rest of her makeup. She loved this next part; the application of colours and shading which changed the whole look of her face from bland maleness to feminine fox. She giggled again and took a gulp of wine before continuing.

Michele applied her eyeliner next. All the books and magazines in which she had read makeup tips said you should do this later but Michele had learned that this was the hardest part of applying makeup and if she screwed it up (which she often did, especially after drinking), she could wipe the eyeliner away, apply more foundation and start again without ruining her eye-shadow and mascara. The eyeliner was applied liberally to her upper and lower eyelids, from the inner corner of her eyes to the outer corners, gradually thickening the line as she went. Having achieved the desired result she looked for a suitable palette of colours for her eye-shadow.

Michele selected a pale blue which she applied to her eyelids and then blended it into a shade of dark pink which she brushed onto the upper part of her eye sockets and right up to her eyebrows. She wished she could shape her brows but that would be too noticeable to her workmates, family and friends so she just kept her brows neatly plucked. Next she rouged her cheeks to define the lines of her cheekbones. She used more rouge and eye-shadow than is the fashion nowadays but she preferred the more colourful makeup styles of the eighties over the current subdued ‘less is more’ look.

Michele next applied a light coating of ‘skin-glow’ face powder all over her face and neck to set the makeup she had already applied and to give her face a subtle radiance. She carefully brushed lashings of mascara onto her lower and upper eyelashes. She knew from painful experience that if she put too much mascara on her lashes that it would congeal and look unsightly; even worse it could end up ruining her eye-shadow or face makeup if globs of the mascara came loose from her lashes. She did like to wear lots of mascara though and found a Maybelline product that did not clot and was easy to apply.

Michele took her time putting on her lipstick. Having completed the rest of her face she didn’t want to ruin the effect with a sloppy job. She took time to line her thin lips just outside her lip-line so that her lips would seem fuller; she also knew that the wine she had drunk was having its effect and realised that caution here would save her tears of frustration if she slipped and made a mess of her lipstick. The colour was a deep plum red and matched the nail polish that she had painstakingly painted on her toe and fingernails prior to her bath.

Michele reached up and studied the three wigs sitting on their stands. ‘The brunette,’ she thought to herself and lifted the wig from its stand. She brushed the wig with the special brush that she been advised to purchase by the nice old lady who had sold her her wigs. She started her brush-stokes at the extremities of the hair and worked her way up to the crown, admiring the sheen of the artificial hair. She positioned the wig on her head and adjusted it so that her fringe was straight and hung level with her eyebrows.

Michele looked in the mirror and admired her transformation. ‘I look quite attractive’ she thought; ‘I bet Michael would like to fuck me’ (she giggled to herself at the absurdity) and reached for her wine glass.

Michele went to the closet located on the right-hand side of the bedroom; Michele’s closet. The closet on the left was Michael’s closet and contained his suits, shirts, ties and boring male underwear, socks and shoes. Michele’s closet contained the soft, luxurious, feminine attire that so excited her. She rummaged through the lingerie draws and threw a pile on the bed; next she took down half a dozen ensembles and threw them in the centre of the bed amid the strewn underwear. It looked like a messy, awkward way to select an outfit but it worked for her. She would often get nearly fully dressed and then change her mind and she had found over the years the best method for her was to take a selection of clothing and throw it on the bed and then once she had finished dressing, put away whatever clothing she had decided not to wear.

The predator at this time was just leaving the bar having been unsuccessful in locating a suitable woman as his prospective next victim. He had drunk more than usual, and frustrated at not finding his next target, stumbled to his car and took off towards the better part of town to prowl for a fitting quarry to stalk.

Michele tore open a packet of cheap flesh-toned sheer to the waist pantyhose. She wore pantyhose as a foundation garment to help flatten her tummy, hold her male genitalia out of the way between her legs, and to help cover the small nicks and varicose veins on her forty-year-old thighs and ankles. She felt a small tingle of excitement as she smoothed the pantyhose up her legs and over her tummy and buttocks. She carefully manipulated the sheer toes around her painted nails ensuring she didn’t ladder the cheap hose.

Michele selected a pair of red nylon full-cut panties from the midden of lingerie on her bed. She stepped into them and slid them up her nyloned thighs, savouring the rustling sound of nylon on nylon. She adjusted the waistband on her hips so that the cute little lace bow was centrally located below her belly button. Michele could not understand the modern woman’s obsession with thong panties; they were uncomfortable and unflattering on women of her solid build. Besides she liked the way the tight nylon panties caressed her buttocks.

Michele next chose a black satin garter belt; her mother had called them ‘suspenders’ she remembered. She clipped the garment together and stepped into it carefully pulling it up her hosed legs and over her panties so that it sat snugly around the bottom of her waist. She carefully adjusted the garter straps ensuring they did not snag her pantyhose.

Michele decided on a matching black satin bra, again clipping the fastenings at the back of the bra together before donning the garment. She giggled yet again when she thought about all the troubles she had had as a young adolescent Michael attempting to undo his girlfriend’s bra so that he could caress her budding teenage breasts. She took another sip of wine and pulled the garment over her head, adjusting it on her chest in the mirror and straightening the straps on her shoulders. She had breastforms if she wanted to use them but this bra was slightly padded and with her ‘man boobs’ gave her a pleasing if subtle cleavage without being overly busty (although sometimes, when she was in the mood, she liked to stuff her bra with the largest set of breastforms she had and parade around like Mae West).

Michele dithered over which stockings to wear; it would depend greatly on which ensemble she finally decided upon. Should she wear black, grey, taupe, flesh-toned; fully fashioned, Cuban heeled or sheer toe? She had so many pairs! She settled on a pair of high sheen taupe lace tops. She loved the way they emphasised her shapely legs, and with the flesh toned pantyhose underneath the stockings, her legs would look magnificent. Michele thought her legs were the best part of her body. She slid the stockings on and connected the clips on the garter straps to the lacy stocking tops. She reached for her jewellery box and selected faux diamond earrings and a matching pendant necklace. As she clipped the earrings to her ears she lamented the dearth of good quality clip-on earrings. She dare not pierce both her earlobes as it would be too noticeable to others.

Michele went back to her closet and selected a pair of black, patent leather, open toe high-heels and placed them beside the chair next to her dresser. She chose a black nylon full-slip from the mess of lingerie on the bed and pulled it over her head being careful not to ruin her makeup or hair. She smoothed the garment to her body, the tight bodice clinging to her breasts and hips and the skirt flaring around her thighs, occasionally sticking to her stockinged legs because of the static electricity. She loved the feel of the lacy hem; like butterfly wings brushing on her thighs.

Michele sat down in front of the dressing table and slipped her feet into her high-heels; although a size eleven her feet were not grotesque because they matched the proportions of her body. After all she was a small size eight in men’s shoes and her feet were considered quite small for a man. She turned her chair sideways to the dresser so that she could adjust her stockings; she pulled the sleek nylon taught on her shapely leg and her hand disappeared under the hem of her slip as she adjusted the clip on a garter strap. She waggled her right foot from side to side, admiring her own pretty feet in the high-heels and appreciating the gleam of the lights on her high sheen stockings. Little did she know that she was not the only one admiring her legs and feet!

Michele stood and advanced towards the bed to select an ensemble for the evening. She finally decided on a white ‘Carla Zampatti’ A-line skirt and a mauve satin long-sleeved blouse she had purchased from Supré. She always wore long sleeved blouses or jackets because although she kept her fingers and the backs of her hands free of hair, she could only lightly shave her arms with a beard trimmer. Her tanned arms had only a light sprinkling of fair hair but she felt that fully shaving them would be too noticeable when she wore T-shirts and Polo’s when she was Michael.

Michele donned the blouse, fumbling with the buttons; she was still not used to them being on the opposite side to men’s shirts. Then she stepped into the skirt and pulled it up around her waist, tucking the blouse into the skirt and closing the zipper at her waist. She went back to her dresser and mooched through the jewellery box and decided upon two matching silver bracelets for her left wrist and a silver amulet set with a large black opal for the right. She slipped a matching opal ring set in silver on the ring finger of her right hand and a diamante ring set in white gold on her left ring finger.

Michele pushed her hands out before her and admired the effect of the jewellery against her slim wrists and her plum-red painted fingernails; she had taste she thought, but she still projected that slightly sluttish style she favoured. She looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with the result. She twirled around and admired her ample but well-proportioned bottom; the A-line skirt was a snug fit. She drained her wine glass and tottered on her high-heels as she started from the bedroom to the kitchen to open another bottle of wine. She was drinking a lot lately; but what did she care? As long as she kept her weight in check; it’s not as if she had a boyfriend to keep sober for. She sauntered down the hallway towards the kitchen, her heels clicking on the slate tiles as she did her best vamp imitation, swinging her buxom sexy bottom from side to side and giggled to herself again.

The predator had let himself in easily through the kitchen window whilst Michele was making the final adjustments to her clothing in the bedroom. The kitchen window looked out over a small garden, dark at night, and well hidden from the main road; the lock was cheap and easily defeated. The predator was silent as he climbed through the window and dropped soundlessly to the tiled floor; he’d had plenty of practice after all. He heard the clatter of high heels on the tiles and a little giggle from the hallway. ‘Oh this bitch would not be giggling for long!’ he thought, as he hid behind the opened door that led into the kitchen from the hallway.

The predator quietly lowered the bag containing his burglary kit to the floor and reached inside it to take out a gag and a pair of handcuffs. He didn’t like using the gag on his victims because it ruined their lipstick and distended their faces. He liked to look into their pretty faces while he did things to them, and once they learned resistance was futile (and they all learned that lesson pretty quickly) he liked to kiss them. The woman who had excited him enough to risk what he was about to do had affected him strongly; he wanted to take her as soon as possible, his member was so hard that it was uncomfortable in his pants. He would take her quickly in the kitchen and then they could retire to her bedroom for the rest of the evening’s entertainment. he thought to himself.

The predator heard her high-heels getting louder now as she approached the kitchen door and his drunken mind reflected on his last glimpse of her before he had jumped down off the perch outside her bedroom window. Her heavy makeup, the black nylon slip in contrast to her sheer taupe stockings (he preferred women who wore stockings instead of pantyhose), and those shiny black open-toe high heels. He would take her fully clothed, right here in the kitchen; he would take her in such a way that she would know he was in charge and that resistance was futile. He would take her in a way that a woman of her breeding had probably never experienced before.

Michele walked into the darkened kitchen and headed straight for the wine rack above the breakfast bar. She didn’t bother turning on the light as the light spilling in from the hallway was ample for the task; besides she hadn’t closed the curtains in here and even though her kitchen window was not in open sight of the road she was still paranoid about anyone seeing her dressed en-femme. She was thinking of whether to open a bottle of Shiraz or merlot when she felt herself being pushed heavily from behind and she collided heavily with the kitchen table.

The predator pounced on her when she was halfway across the room. He used his weight and strength to propel her towards the kitchen table. She was a big woman and he was taking no chances; as she crashed into the table he pushed her shoulders down and pulled her hands up behind her back and clamped the handcuffs on her wrists. He lifted his knee and slammed it into her well proportioned behind to hold her against the table and pulled up on her cuffed wrists. As expected, she pushed her upper body upwards and back in an effort to escape, but this only assisted him. As she rose up and gasped, a prelude to either to a scream or cry for help, he pulled the ball bag over head and into her mouth, securing the straps tightly around her neck. He now had her where he wanted her.

The predator pushed down on her shoulders so that she was bent over the kitchen table. In the dim light he could now see her mauve satin blouse and the white A-line skirt; subconsciously he approved of her style, he loved it when they dressed nicely for him. He wasted no time. The predator kicked her heels apart so that her legs were spread as far as the tight skirt would allow and released one of his hands from her cuffed wrists and undid his flies and released his erect organ.

The predator was extremely aroused and he could smell the stale alcohol on his own breath as he panted in excitement. He reached under the woman’s skirt with his free hand and grasped the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. He was puzzled when her panties came to an abrupt halt at the top of her thighs and then he realised that she was wearing her garter belt over her panties and because of this her panties could be lowered no further without releasing the clips on the garter straps attached to her stocking tops. It didn’t matter, her panties were down far enough for him to carry out his intentions.

The predator stepped in close between her splayed high-heeled feet; his crotch close to her buttocks, one hand gripping her handcuffed wrists and pushing her body down hard on the kitchen table, the other hand under her skirt pulling her panties down so that they bunched around her thighs. He bought his free hand out from under her skirt and spat in the palm of it; then he spread the glistening spit over his tumescent penis, ensuring his glans was completely lubricated.

The predator lifted the woman’s skirt up and thrust forward. His cock came up against a membrane of sheer nylon, and for a moment he couldn’t figure out what had happened. Was the silly bitch wearing two pairs of panties? Then he figured out what was preventing him from reaching the object of his desire; it was the gusset of the woman’s pantyhose. The dumb cunt was wearing pantyhose under her stockings! Why the fuck would she do that?

The predator took no time to try to answer these questions, he was now so stimulated that he was close to climax. He pushed forward with his hips and felt his member force the nylon membrane of the pantyhose into the crease between the woman’s buttocks. He pushed harder still and felt his glans nestle into the woman’s anal bud, her silken hose wrapped around the sensitive head of his penis stimulating it into bringing forth a trickle of pre-seminal fluid; the clear liquid combining with his spittle to further lubricate his member. He grunted and pushed forward with all his bodyweight and actually felt the heavy table move an inch or two as he thrusted.

The predator felt his iron hard cock tear through the gossamer thin pantyhose gusset and then slam against the woman’s tight sphincter. His cock paused briefly at her resisting puckered entrance, then his weight and the lubricant did their job and his shaft slid slowly and steadily inside the woman’s tight back passage. The Predator’s crotch slammed hard against the woman’s soft round buttocks and his scrotum rested in the silken purse of her bunched panties stimulating him to extremis. He ground his crotch in a circular motion against the woman’s lovely soft arse and pulled her back hard against him and unloaded stream after stream of hot semen into her tight channel.

The predator howled and shuddered as his orgasm shook through his body; he ground his hips harder against her and stimulated his scrotal sac by rubbing it against the silken gusset of her pantyhose. His climax over, he pushed the woman forward and pulled back from her. He watched in awe as a trickle of semen seeped out of her and ran down her thighs, staining her stocking tops and pooling in the crotch of her panties. He had only just started with this bitch; he was going to have some fun tonight!

Michele lost all thoughts of red wine as she was propelled forward and slammed hard against the heavy wooden kitchen table. She was confused as to what was happening; her thought processes slow and fuzzy because of the wine she had drunk. She realised a stranger was in her house and that she was being pushed down across her own kitchen table but couldn’t figure out why. For one second she stupidly panicked at the thought that someone had found her dressed as a woman; and then a split second later she realised that she had a lot more to worry about than the exposure of her transvestism. She realised she was in serious trouble when she felt the handcuffs clamp on her wrists.

Michele’s fighting instinct took over and she used all her strength to lift her body up off the table so that she could yell a protest to the man who was assaulting her. She understood now that the perpetrator believed he was dealing with a woman; if she could just let him know that he had handcuffed a man, not a woman, maybe the intruder would let her go, or at least think twice about what he was about to do. Maybe she could negotiate with the trespasser; offer him money, her car, anything to get him out of her house without any further indignity.

Michele never got a chance to say a word; as soon as she opened her mouth the rubber ball gag was pushed into it. She started to hyperventilate, being forced to breathe in and out through her nose; then her chest was slammed downwards on top of the kitchen table and she couldn’t move. She stumbled as her heels were kicked apart and her legs spread to the full extremity allowed by her tight skirt. The home invader held her tightly against the table so that she wouldn’t fall, and then terror struck her she felt his hand reach under her skirt.

Michele was horrified at the prospect of what was about to happen to her. A glimmer of hope surfaced; he would realise she was not a woman and let her go, surely! Then she felt him yank her panties down and was actually relieved when her panties entangled in her garter straps and would go no further. As soon as the pervert reached under her to touch what he thought would be female genitalia he would be in for a terrible shock. He would be shocked by what he found there and would stop what he was doing. He would be disgusted to find out that she was a transvestite and may even beat her, but at least he would stop this perverted attack.

Michele’s glimmer of hope faded when she heard his flies unzip and the sound of him spitting into his hand. She was about to attempt one last struggle when her attacker’s full weight pressed against her backside pinning her to the table. She screamed to herself in her head as she felt her skirt being raised and the gusset of her pantyhose stretch as her attacker’s penis nestled in the bud of the entrance to her back passage. The fool didn’t realise she wasn’t a woman! He thought she was the lady of the house and he intended to defile her in this despicable manner to gratify his primal urges! Then she felt her attacker’s hard hot member tear through her pantyhose and begin to invade her.

Michele screamed into the gag at the intense pain as the hot cock forced its way inside her. No sound would issue forth around the gag but that silent scream would live in her memory for a long time. The man’s member slid slowly but inevitably deeper and deeper inside her; surprisingly after the initial shock and intense pain she felt as he had entered her, the feel of the invader’s lubricated penis became less painful; it just felt uncomfortable and filling.

Michele felt the intruder’s crotch press hard against her soft buttocks and realised with some relief that he was now fully inside her. She felt him pull her soft bum back hard against him and the gyrations of his hips as he worked his turgid member around inside her tight passage. Then she felt the hot gush of his semen as he spent himself deep inside her; she heard his groan and could smell the stale alcohol on his breath as he bayed and howled with his climax.

Michele was absolutely astonished at what happened next. As her defiler’s glans pulsated and throbbed against her sensitive prostrate, washing it with his hot seed, she felt a stab of exquisite sexual pleasure pulse through her lower regions and she simultaneously stiffened and ejaculated into the crotch of her pantyhose. She couldn’t suppress the pleasure she felt even though she felt utterly debased. She collapsed against the kitchen table as her orgasm subsided and she felt her attacker pull himself slowly out of her and was surprised that it did not hurt but in fact was mildly pleasurable.

Michele could feel that the tight bud of her back passage was left slightly open after the ravaging it had taken and she felt her attacker’s warm sperm run out of her and down her thighs where it pooled in her panties and stained her stocking tops. The front gusset of her pantyhose was soaked with her own spend whilst her attacker’s semen ran down her thighs into her bunched up panties. Her head was spinning with the realisation of what had just happened to her; then she began to wonder what would happen next.

To be continued…………………………………

I had started to ring the doorbell but could hear voices coming from around the side of the house toward the garage. It was a Saturday morning in the middle of July and the neighborhood was pretty quiet. I guess everyone decided to take their little happy families to the lake or the pool today. Man it was so freaking hot!  If I was with Julie we would be at the local home improvement store buying crap for our new house. She had become obsessed with the place as soon as we signed the papers on it.

As I rounded the corner I could hear the voices of my parents arguing. That was weird to me cause I had never seem them have a fight. To me, my parents had always been the just like the “Leave It To Beaver” parents. My dad went to work everyday and kissed Mom on the cheek as he went whistling out to the car and drove off to make the dough, while she stayed home and baked cookies and ironed his shirts. When I moved away to college Mom got a little part time job at the fabric store for some extra spending money. Dad said it was to pay for her E-bay habit.

“Dammit Carol we have not used that roaster in two years!” I heard Dad shout.
“Well Thanksgiving is coming up and I might decide to use it!” my mother screamed back at him.
I had stood there staring at my parents for about thirty seconds, watching them glare at each other when I finally thought I would break up the fun. I gave a good loud cough to draw their attention. Both heads swung in my direction and I saw my Dad’s face get  a bit redder and my Mom broke into a  big bright smile. “Johnny, hey guy!” she beamed.

“Did I catch ya’ll at a bad time?” I asked.

“Uh no, John, your Mother and I were just discussing what is going into the garage sale we are having next week.”

I could tell by the various piles on the floor they had been at it for quite some time. I wondered to myself if this was the first of many “discussions” they had had this morning. My Mom rushed over to me and gave me a big hug. I wrapped my arms around her little frame and gave a good squeeze. My Mom is a short gal with shoulder length brown curly hair and always smiling.

Dad is a little shorter version of me with light blonde hair and glasses. I chuckled at myself as I looked over and saw him in khaki shorts, with legs that didn’t look like they had seen the light of day in a decade, and his black dress socks and tasseled slip-on shoes. “What a dork“, I thought to myself.
He was busily looking into a old coffee can and trying to determine whether he would someday need those nails again. I knew he was trying to ignore the fact I had just caught them in an unpleasant act and keeping busy was the cure for it all.

“What brings you out today Johnny, and where is Julie?” She was looking around my 6’4” frame to see if my wife was with me. I gave a sigh and decided it was best to just get it out and tell them the truth.

“Julie kicked me out of the house last weekend and I have been staying with Rex. His wife is moving her grandma in and I have to get out of there. So I was wondering if I could stay here with you guys until I get a couple of paychecks under my belt. Just until I can get my own place.” I said. My dad turned around upon hearing this and gave me a hard look. My Mom gasped and put her hand over her mouth.

“Oh honey!” She put her hand out and touched my chest, I guess in a comforting gesture.

“You didn’t hit her did you?” my father asked in a severe tone.
“NO Dad! I would never do that. She just said she didn’t feel like it was working out and told me she wanted me to get out. I am not much for argument so I left.” I explained.

“Well ok then you can stay I suppose.” he said and turned away and starting sorting again. My mom turned and glared at him and grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door leading into the house. I followed her without a word as she took me up the stairs and into her bedroom. We both sat down on the bed and she turned to look up at me.

“Ok, now tell me what happened.” she said. The concern for me was clear on her face. I knew she had always adored Julie and it was going to hurt her feelings a lot when she found out that I suspected my wife of cheating. Mom was holding my hands tight and I could feel her trembling slightly. As I was collecting my thoughts on how to put it to her, I noticed her tank top was showing more cleavage than I had ever seen on my mother.

I cleared my throat and bowed my head and I then noticed her shorts were a little on the short side for her. I shook my head to clear it of all the weird thoughts racing in my mind. Had my Mother lost weight? I was looking at her creamy white thighs and could tell that they looked more tone than they had a month before. I had not seen them since Julie and I had them over for dinner after we moved into the house.

“Johnny tell me what happened.” she said again as she put her hand under my chin and lifted my head up. I looked into her hazel eyes and I could feel myself tearing up.

“She is cheating on me Mom!” I blurted out. We haven’t had sex since we signed on the house and moved in. I don’t know what has gotten into her. She is just is obsessed with home improvements and is always talking about it. Now she tells me she is unhappy with us and wants me out!” I cried.

  Then before I knew it my mother was standing in front of me and my arms were around her. She held me against her and my face was buried in her neck. I could smell the sweet perfume she had always loved and that I bought her every year for Christmas. Her hair smelled of tropical flowers and I snuggled closer and squeezed tighter. Her skin was warm to my touch and she seemed to fit so perfectly in my arms.

I could hear her saying sweet calming things to me as I took in the smell of her. Rubbing my back with her soft hands and telling me everything would be ok. I could stay with them as long as I liked and that all would work itself out. I guess I was out of my mind and drugged with the mixture of her perfume and shampoo, or it could have been the fact I had not had a woman in three months, but my hands seemed to have a mind of their own and found their way down to her soft round ass.

So there I was, cupping her ass in my hands and breathing in her smell and my lips started to move over the heated skin of her neck. I could feel her breathing start to get heavy against my chest. Her hands stilled on my back and her body tensed up slightly. My lips continued to caress her neck and I backed away just a bit so I could trail kisses around to the front of her long neck. My hands began to knead her ass and I pulled her body in closer to mine. I could feel her soft tits beneath the thin material of her top against my t-shirt and my heart started to pound.

I started my way down her chest and I could feel her heart beating a mile a minute under my lips. I reached up with my right hand and in a split second I had her tit popped free of its confinement of her shirt and a hard peaked nipple was in my mouth. I starting sucking hard and my left hand made its way toward the crack of her ass and down toward her pussy.  My right hand was holding down her shirt and cupping that soft tit while my mouth sucked hungrily.

I could hear her breath getting faster and since she wasn’t pushing me away I took this as a good sign to continue. I stole a glance up and she was standing there with her eyes closed and her mouth open. I could see her tongue peak out between her lips and her body of its own accord swayed into me. My right hand let go of her tit and moved to the waistband of her shorts. In one swift twist I had the button undone and was dragging them down with both hands. My mouth still attached to her hard nipple and sucking greedily.

Now both my hands were again on my Mom’s ass and I could feel to my surprise she was wearing a thong. Her smooth skin felt so good under my hands as I continued to knead and caress her. Then my thumbs hooked into the strings of her panties and down her creamy legs they went. I kept waiting for a protest at this point, but when I looked up my Mom still had her eyes closed and almost as if she was drugged or asleep.

My hands came up her sides and as I grasped the hem of her top and pulled up and stood in one deft motion. As soon as her shirt had cleared her head my lips were on her mouth. She actually opened her mouth and my tongue lunged inside and we kissed hungrily. Her hands were on my shoulders and with her ass in one hand and a tit in the other. I stood there holding her at the foot of their bed and we kissed like we were both starving for it.

My erection was now so hard and bulging inside my basketball shorts I thought it would ripe right through the material. I heard my Mom groan as a rolled her nipple between my fingers and moved my hand off her ass. I had to get my cock out before I lost my mind. It was the hardest I had ever been and pre-cum was already waiting at the tip. Still kissing her I turned her around and pushed her down on the bed. Like putty she just melted to the comforter and I immediately went down on my knees and spread her legs wide apart.

I was expecting a lot of hair, but to my surprise she was clean shaven except for a closely trimmed patch in front. I buried my tongue deep into her and I thought her body would come off the bed. Her back arched and she let out a groan. Almost instantaneously I could feel her cum flooding my mouth. Holy shit she tasted good.

The orgasms seemed to rock through her over and over as I ate her sweet pussy. Every flick of my tongue over that little hard pebble and she would literally convulse with ecstasy. Her breathing was in hard panting pattern now and I was a little afraid to continue like this. I lifted my head and looked at her face. My hands continued to stroke her legs and ass there on the edge of the bed. I was surprised to find she was now looking at me with lusty hazed eyes. She sat up shakily and I stood up. Waiting for the reprimand that I just knew I was going to get. But instead her hands went to my thighs and then moved up pushing my t-shirt with them. I dragged it over my head and when I looked back down I could see her staring at my hard length.

She looked up with a almost frightened look on her face and lightly took my rod into her soft hand. The other cupped my balls and I almost thought I would shoot my load in her face right then and there. Then before I knew what was happening I could feel her tongue dart out and she licked the pre-cum off the tip of my dick. I moaned loudly and grabbed her by the back of the head. I pulled her to me as her mouth opened and my cock sank deep between my mothers hot lips.

She started massaging my balls and stroking me as she furiously starting sucking my bulging cock. I could feel my legs start to tremble and could feel the tightening in my sac. Her mouth was wet and hot and I knew there was no way I was going to hold out for very long. I was now the one panting and I think she could tell I was getting close because her hand was pumping me faster and the sucking became harder.

I lost all control and pushed her head down hard onto my cock and I screamed out as my balls bunched up as hard as rocks and my cum shot in long streams down her throat. My eyes were squeezed shut and I felt the orgasm rip through my body and my cock continue to blow cum. I realized I might have hurt her and quickly let go of her head. Instead of getting away from me she continued to lap up my juices and suck the tip dry. Stroking me from base to tip to make sure she got it all.

I pushed her by her shoulders back down on the bed and took her mouth at the same time. I could taste the remnants of  my cum on her tongue and was please she had swallowed it all. How fucking sexy could you get?! I groaned as I kissed my mother and could feel her small tits against my chest and her soft body under mine. I was tickled to realize that I was still hard as a rock even after that mind blowing blow job.

My hands and mouth were all over her body. Feeling, touching, tasting, her like I had never had sex before. Starving for the need and attention she was giving me. My brain was still a bit clouded and it took me a second before I could make out what she was whispering to me. “Johnny please, I need it. Take me Johnny!”

Well I have always been a good boy and done what my mother asked of me and I shoved her thighs apart and buried my 10” cock deep into her dripping pussy. I thought I would go out of my mind. It was the tightest and wettest cunt I had ever been in. My cock slipped in and out of her tight sheath as I pumped fast and hard. Her breath was coming raggedly and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. My dick was slamming as hard and deep as it could and her hips were meeting every stroke. Her nails dug into my ass as she urged me on.

I was furiously pounding her hot cunt when all of a sudden she clenched up around my cock and gave out a scream as her body starting convulsing in wave after wave of powerful orgasm.  My cock was locked in tight to her cunny and I could feel her cream squirting around it. As her body started to relax a bit I was then able to move and found myself again ready to explode. “I am gonna cum again Mom, what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to squirt all over my tits and face baby!” she gasped.

I pumped again for about a dozen more strokes and could feel my balls tighten again almost painfully and I could feel the cum rising to the end of my dick. I yanked my cock out of her pussy and stroked fast as another orgasm rippled out of me and hot sticky white cream shot all over my mothers face and tits just like she had asked.

She laid there with her mouth open and licking her lips when my load hit her. A look of pure pleasure on her face as she rubbed my juice onto her tits and nipples then would suck each finger clean. She smiled a satisfied smile when she was finished and looked up at me. I was still kneeling over her holding my now flaccid cock in hand and staring in awe at her.  “Julie is the most stupid girl ever is she lets you go son.” she said.

She went to get up and I moved away from her. I got off the bed and pulled on my shorts and t-shirt while she was in the bathroom. I could hear the shower going and knew she was cleaning up. Would hate to have my Dad smell her all sexed up. I sat down on the bed and about five minutes later she was out and walking naked in front of me. She got in her drawer and got a fresh pair of panties and put her clothes back on.

“Well you are welcome to stay here as long as you like honey.” she said. My mom acted like nothing had just happened between us whatsoever.

“Ok, thanks.” I stated and cleared my throat. I was kinda confused because I was worried she would feel awkward around me now.

“Well I better get back down there with your Father. I wouldn’t want him to think I am slacking off on the job.” she giggled as she walked out the door. I got up and followed her down the garage again.

Dad looked up as we entered and said, “Get all the kinks worked out?”

“Uh yeah Dad. I guess I will see you two tonight. I have some clothes I need to get from the house and am going over to get them now.” I said.

“Alright Son see ya later!” he waved as he turned and continued sorting through a box of junk.

I walked away from the house and got in my truck. That was the weirdest and most erotic experience of my life. I was not sure how to feel about it at all. Would I ever be able to look at my own Mom the same again? Could the same thing ever happen again. It was incredible and I will never forget the feel of her under me.  I was still pondering these thoughts as I pulled up into my driveway.

The local home improvement store van was sitting out in front of the house and I was wondering how she was planning to pay for anything new now without my added income. I walked up the path to the front door and let myself in. I still own the damn place and didn’t feel right knocking. The house almost seemed deserted. I thought about calling out to Julie but thought better of it.

I walked up the stairs and could hear a faint squeaking sound as I neared our bedroom. The door was slightly open and I touched it lightly so I could see inside. It opened only a bit but was enough for me to see two men on the bed with my wife. I thought I would die right then and there watching a big hairy guy pumping his cock for all he was worth into her dripping pussy and she sucking another pretty boy guys dick. Her beautiful lips were wrapped around it and sucking and stroking him fast in rhythm with the pounding she was getting from behind.

The pretty boy started to breath heavy and Julie popped her mouth loudly from his cock and continue to jack him hard as his face contorted and hot milky cum shot out the tip all over her face. She looked so pleased as she licked the tip and then the hairy guy started grunting.  He jerked his cock out of her pussy and sprayed a load all over her tan round ass. I was in shock as I watched her smile at them both and told them she would be available again same time next week. They eagerly agreed and started to pull their clothes on.  I slipped across the hall to the other bedroom waiting for them to leave. When I heard the front door shut, I came out and looked into our room again.
 Julie was laying on her back naked. Her hot little body all slicked with sweat and cum from the two other men and I could not help my own bodies reaction to the sight. I looked down and my cock was standing at attention yet again. You would think after the two mind blowing orgasms I had just had I would be good for awhile, but I guess not. As I watched my wife laying on the bed I noticed tears coming down her face.

She then rolled over onto her tummy and started bawling like her best dog had just died. I hated seeing her like that. Even as mad and hurt as I was toward her I just couldn’t stand to see her cry.  I moved into the room slowly and sat down beside her on the bed. She must have been so overcome she didn’t even feel me until I put my warm hand against her back. She stiffened and rolled over quickly. My hand stayed in contact with her and was now on her flat belly.

She sat up quickly and rushed into my arms. I held her close for along time, just rocking her back and forth as she cried. We didn’t talk but just held one another. I could smell the sweat and sex on her skin but it only fueled my arousal as I held her close. She hiccupped and I knew the crying spell was over. She pulled away and I pushed her hair away from her wet face. “Are you ready to tell me what is going on now?” I asked her softly.

She nodded her head and looked down into her lap. I put my fingers under her chin and pulled her head up to meet my gaze. Her big blues were still glossy with tears. A single tear slipped down her cheek and I caught it with my finger. Brought it to my mouth and sucked at the salty wetness. Her eyes had followed my action and she looked at my finger in my mouth. She leaned in as I pulled it out she took it in her own. She sucked on it hungrily and I could feel her tongue feathering its way up and down it.  I gave a little tug and pulled it from between her lips. My raging hard on was hurting now and I quickly tugged down my shorts and pulled out my cock. 

Julie immediately knew what to do and sank her mouth over me. I could feel her long blonde hair on my thighs as she took almost my whole 10” into her hot mouth. She moaned in pleasure as she sucked me. I put my hand lightly on the back of her head urging her on. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I roughly tightened my hand in her hair and dragged her off my cock. She looked up at me in shock as I pushed her forcefully down on the bed and buried my throbbing member deep inside her cunt. 
She screamed as the tip of my cock slammed against her cervix as I pounded her harder than I ever had in my life. I had always been a gentle, caring lover with my wife, but not now. I fucked her with all the power and frustration I had pouring out of me. I wanted her to know I was the only man for her and I again grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head back as I took her mouth in a assaulting kiss. My tongue jabbed into her mouth hard and deep.

I was actually surprised when she met me with the same wild abandon. It was in that moment that I felt her hips furiously moving to meet my pounding dick. I tore my mouth away and grabbed her exposed tit hard in my left hand. I pinched her nipple between my fingers and she let out a squeal of delight. I rolled her over on top of me and put my hands on her hips helping her move as I forced my cock deep inside her cunny.   “Ride that fucking cock you whore!” I screamed.

A look of surprise was on her face as I have never talked to her in that way before. She placed her hands against my chest and dragged her nails deep into my flesh. In retaliation I slapped her hard on the ass as I continued to drive in deep.  She had never rode my cock like she was doing now and her hair was in a mess and falling down outlining her little tits for me.  I reached up with both hands cause she had already figured out the grinding rhythm and squeezed them as hard as I could. I didn’t worry about leaving marks on her because she then spoke. “Oh Yes John, hurt me!”  My little wife of three years was loving this. Her eyes told it all to me.

I never had a clue that she wanted anything but what we had between us in the bedroom. I could see by the flushed look she was getting ready to cum. In the past she had never done it more than once and I was a little disappointed it wouldn’t last. I grabbed her hips and slammed as hard as I could into her and then slapped her ass hard. It even stung my hand and so I know I really hurt her. She cried out in a loud wail I had never heard from her before and I could feel a hot gush as she flooded my cock with her wet cum. The look on her face was just about all I could take. “I am gonna cum Julie!” I screamed at her.

“Fuck me!” she shouted back. I felt cum shoot out of the tip of my cock like a bullet. My rod pulsated and throbbed deep in her wet sheath as it poured my juicy seed into her. As I stopped pumping into her she quickly got off me and starting sucking me with fervor. She had never acted keen on blowjobs so I was kinda confused by this. The intensity of it after just having a orgasm was almost painful.  “Julie.” I called.

“No, you are going to fuck me again John.” she stated and then went back to sucking. I thought it would be no use but my body again surprised me. In no time at all she was working my stiff erection with her hand and I could see her playing with her pussy at the same time. What in the hell had gotten into my wife. She was always so timid and shy in the bedroom. No lights on ever. No touching herself, and God forbid if you talked! I had mentioned bringing a porn home to watch and thought she would have a heart attack. Now she was sopping wet and my cock was fully hard again.

She got on her knees and I buried myself to the hilt. “OH YES!” she screamed. I pounded her as hard as I could as the sweat rolled off me. I had not fucked her this much in one day. Julie pushed her legs back and laid down flat on her stomach. She grabbed my hand and shoved it under us and onto her pussy. As I was fucking her wet hole with my cock, she was riding my hand. “I am about to cum again John, but I want you in my ass when I do!” she said through clenched teeth.

“Holy shit, Jules, are you sure?” I said concerned. We had never done anal and I was worried about hurting her now. I got up on my knees again dragged her up with me. I could see how glistening wet she was all over. Her asshole seemed to be begging me to enter it. I spit on the tip of my cock just in case and put it against her hole. My right hand was still furiously working over Julie’s clit and her face was getting redder.

“Just do it John! Fuck my asshole now!” I started to enter it slowly but Julie didn’t give me a chance. She slammed back against me and all 10” of my cock went deep into her ass. She squealed out and I was sure she was in agony. I looked down at her face and the pleasure I saw was intense. Still working on her clit fast and I started pumping her ass. I just could not help it, it was feeling better than I had ever imagined it could. So much different from Julie’s pussy. It was so much fucking tighter and I could feel her shaking beneath me. As her orgasm ripped through her body her ass tightened to almost painful proportions and it literally milked my cock.  The explosion rocked through me once again and I pumped jiz into my wife’s asshole. 

We stayed locked like this for the longest time. I finally disengaged my self and sat on the edge of the bed. Julie turned around and sat down beside me. “Ok I am really confused Jules. What just happened?” I said softly.

“John I just didn’t know how to tell you all this time.” she began. “I was so afraid that once you knew the truth about the way I am and what I like, you would leave me. So I have acted out my fantasies with other men for the last three months and told you I wanted you out. I just never thought you would still love me this way.  But I cannot continue living this lie anymore! John I love you more than anything in this world, but I have to have this release.”

“Julie you only had to tell me. I would do anything for you baby.” I said. I took her hand and held it tightly. I was feeling guilty about what had happened earlier with my Mom by this time. Julie looked at me and her eyes were filled with tears.

“I am sorry I lied to you John. Now are you going to tell me about what happened with your Mom today?” The shock on my face could not be masked. 

“What are you talking about?” I said stiffly. 

“John I can taste your mother’s pussy and perfume on your mouth. So tell me how was it, and when are we having them over for dinner again?” she said with a sly grin.

  After talking with Ricky one night I was able to convince him that a bi sexual 3-some would be fun. He admitted to having fantasized about me and waning to take me on numerous occasions as we were alone in the house. My own temptations weren\'t much of a secret either after him catching me jerking myself as I watched him play with someone he used to date. Neither one of us had done anything with another guy but agreed that as long as we got Sara, it would be a dream come true.

  We started Sara slowly on the idea as the 3 of us lay in bed together watching a movie. I strategically got up to get something from the other room, knowing what was going to happen. As I left and pulled the door nearly shut behind me, Ricky made his move toward her. As he said he leaned into her, acting as if only joking to tease her. After guaging her reaction to this tease he leaned in further. Much to his suprise she pressed her tender body against his and pressed her soft lips to his face. "I\'ve wanted this a long time" she whispered to him. As I returned with 3 cans of soda I acted as if I didn\'t notice them quickly break apart. I tried to let this progress at their pace as we continued the movie.

   Eventually the covers were pulled on top of us, and I could tell Sara\'s hand had found Ricky\'s and the two of them grasped on as if lovers not wanting to let go. Ricky relayed his feelings to me after Sara had left for the evening. He told me all that had happened, and what he wished would have happened. That night my dreams were full of perversion as I imagined what could come of this. I thought of all the possibilities of having an open relationship with the girl I felt love for. There was no sense in wasting my youth with just one, when so many others claimed to have wanted me. I woke up sweating as if I had just had sex. My erection pushed up my pants as if a tent were pitched in my lap. I had to find relief in masterbation before the day began.

   I called Sara to invite her over for the day. I thought "What a perfect time, we will all three be alone." As I talked to her she too admitted what had happened the night before. She said it made her pussy moist and all she wanted to do was get fucked by Ricky. She said she was full of lust and ready to rip her clothes off to beg us to take her hard. My thoughts again went to perversion as my cock started to stiffen again. Ricky walked in on this and let out a silent laughter, he knew what we were talking about. ..

   Eventually Sara came over that day. She wore a little black shirt, with matching bra, and some cut off jeans shorts that barely went down part her butt. she looked a little trashy, just the way I wanted. Again we watched a movie while laying in my bed. Ricky lay in front of us, and Sara layed cuddled in my arms, the covers were over our bodies. I could feel Sara\'s arm move toward Ricky and they locked hands again. Sara looked at me and I nodded in approval of what was happening. Sara gently leaned forward and started licking on Ricky\'s ear. This was his noted soft spot. Ricky let out a gentle moan as Sara began to lightly nibble.  By this time my dick was hard enough to smash a diamond. Right in front of me, a fantasy come true, I was about to watch them go at it.

  I layed back against the wall as Sara crept closer to him. I watched as her hands explored his body as she still layed behind him. Suddenly he tensed, her hand must have brushed over his southern area. He turned to his back and began to passionately kiss her. Their breathing grew harder as their tounges wrestled from mouth to mouth. As they kissed, Sara\'s hands never stopped exploring, and now Ricky\'s joined in the adventure. My hand rubbed up against Sara\'s body too, just so she knew I was right there, and turned on by this event. I heard the sound of Ricky\'s pants unzipping. I pulled the covers up to see Sara pulling his pants away from his erect cock as she started to stroke it lightly. My own erection was throbbing for attention, and I was weak to resist. Ricky pulled up on Sara\'s shirt and bra, eventually sliding them off of her, before sliding his own clothes off. I couldn\'t believe how exciting it was to watch my girlfriend climb on top of my naked friend. I wanted some action too....

  As I watched Ricky remove the rest of Sara\'s clothing, I quickly ripped mine off too. The three of us were naked, only two of us playing. I scooted closer to the mix wanting some attention from this beautiful creature. Much to my suprise it wasn\'t Sara that first took a hold of my cock. Ricky grabbed on and stroked my throbbing member. I couldn\'t move from the shock that he actually had me.

  I began to bite on his neck as I heard Sara starting to moan. She had slid her pussy over his cock and started to ride him. If there was any doubts, it was too late to turn back now. Sara coaxed me to stand up so she could suck on my cock as she rode Ricky\'s I was happy to oblige....

to be continued...

My first sexual experience was with a with a boy 3 years older then me. He was and is gay. I was too immature to choose participation. He completely understood his actions. We would look at Playboy and held each others erections. He didn’t do anything else which made the experience as sexually positive possible.

My curiosity for sexual contact with boys and girls grew. I passed on my knowledge to many willing participants. I had experienced a lot with boys but was more attracted to and seeking girls for sexual arousal. My appetite for feeling an erect penis has never diminished. I get turned on from giving pleasure. Whether clit or cock I love to watch it swell from my touch. For instance, a boy 2 years younger and his brother my age were recipients of my experiences. There was many others but this had profound implications for my preferences. Both boys were very slim. Very active mostly from swimming. (the boy my age we’ll call Sam and his younger brother Gary) I was physically larger then Sam being an early bloomer in many ways. Gary was very small even for his age. He was also thin and well toned. We set up a tent for a sleepover. My libido was always thinking for me. This was the first opportunity to see how willing Sam and Gary are to my advances. It’s not hard to direct young boys with uncontrollable erections towards the subject. At first it took some convincing for Sam to play along but little Gary was excited. I was lying between them but they wanted me to move before we all took our pants off. I was at their feet . All of us were covered by sleeping bags. I asked them to stand their cocks up. I could see how long they were from the tent. Both boys had small, skinny cocks. Gary’s was my pinky with a head on it. When I stood mine up they both gasped in shock. I’m above average in size but next to their child-like dicks I was huge.

I moved myself, intentionally allowing my hard-on to be visible. I showed them I was comfortable and relaxed by keeping myself exposed. I think Sam was intimidated by my size. Neither of them wanted to touch my cock and I’ve never forced myself on anyone. They had no problem with me touching them. With Gary on the left and Sam to my right, all on our backs as, I passionately enveloped each, warm, pulsing, boys dick . Sam had a waft of, soft, blonde, pubic hair I felt while stroking, exploring and fondling him joyfully. He quickly lost interest and went soft regardless of my attempt to arouse him again. He turned on his stomach but lifted his hips allowing my hand under his body to pet his hairless, pubescent testes. He obviously still enjoyed the sensation and first time being touched other then himself. Sam’s lack of interest came from my focus on Gary and his pinky finger erection. I can’t remember when my own dick was ever that small.

At first I turned towards him with my face near his groin. It was dark and wanted to see what I was feeling. It pointed at a 45 degree angle away from his tummy, permanently hard. Gary was circumcised, skin tight to his shaft, with a perfect, red, rim under the tiny cap. I had never sucked on a dick before and wasn’t interested in doing so at the time. I even managed not to stroke him off. I was content knowing Gary let me be the first person to play with his cock. There was no end to my loving attachment to the erect organ. He wasn’t stopping the advances. He wantonly encouraged them by wiggling his hips and raising his ass in rhythm to my strokes. Eventually I rolled to my back taking Gary in my left hand and my hard-on in the right. He never lost his erection. For hours I aroused him until we both faded off to sleep.

We were both at the ages when sexual curiosity is normal. I’ve never attempted any physical contact with boys, or girls, as a man. These seemingly innocent experiences, at early adolescence, unquestionably affected my preference for certain sexual stimulation. This is only the tip of the Psyche that is me.