Gender: Male Age: 57 Location: Bangkok
|Introduction: A fantasy tale, euphoric, erotic and romantic, but with transexual women this Part...|
FRUITS OF OTHERS’ LOINS - Part 8
(Continuing Young girls/developing young women enter my Life, sometimes with a twist in direction…
If you do not like underage sex, stop reading….and if you don’t like bisexual or transsexual sex, or transgendered people in this Part, stop reading…. And go to Part 9 which will return to basics of a heterosexual nature )
I was tired after my shower, after my extended session of love-making with Ping, and with her ‘sister’, Lee, but my thoughts turned to my daughter – not coming home, sleeping in her aunt’s house, and it was typical that these days her mother cared not anything to be home for her. For me: I didn’t care, my wife clearly had a boyfriend more important than a husband or daughter, but my daughter couldn’t understand like I could. It exasperated me: how can a mother leave a 2y.o. as wonderful as our Mi? Yes, it angered me also, so, after glancing at the clock and finding it still relatively early at 22.30, I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, locked up and rode my bike around the corner to have another bottle of beer there; I had beer at home, but it was hot there whereas often a breeze blew down the main soi where I went every day.
I took my book, knowing perhaps only one of my drinking ‘buddies’ might be there at most; he wasn’t; there was only Tim, the female owner who was actually a man in earlier times, changed by surgery into a woman, although it might have been vice-versa as she had 2 children, and a husband who worked away, but was there every few weeks for 1-3 days…Tim was very ‘butch’ if it is ok to put it that way, but I don’t now remember what gender she was or what she actually is now: a woman to me, and with whom I had an easy, friendly relationship after so many years of being a daily drinker there; I even made a play for her once when I was really down, but she gently rebuffed me, and I never pushed her again: so we were friends, even if we could barely communicate in Thai!
Sitting with Tim tonight, with her back to me, was a young girl/woman I thought I knew, but they were busy in conversation.
So I went inside for a glass, took my own bottle from the fridge and opened it, added ice to my glass, and then settled down to sit on ‘my’ seat, open my book, light a cigarette and pour my beer. I was contented to do this, and often did after my wife came home and after she and Mi had gone to sleep.
I lay my left leg up on the seat, knee bent, and put my right leg up, my foot on the seat: my favourite posture, and looked at the page I was up to reading.
“Luong Steve, my name is Lee; can I talk with you for a minute, to help my English please?”
I was in the middle of swallowing my first mouthful of beer, but hearing the name ‘Lee’ caused the beer to spurt up from my mouth and my nose, and I spluttered as I reached for a tissue from my pocket. As I tried to say “Sorry”, I was coughing and crying and my nose was running with liquid (beer) – I must have been an awful sight!
Through my teary eyes, the girl opposite stood there waiting for my invitation to sit, so I waved her down, noting the short shift-like dress exposing slim upper thighs, and the large breasts pushing it outward. I reached for another tissue and finally dried up the spluttering enough to take another, calming drink, while stubbing the suddenly horrid cigarette out in the ashtray.
Tim passed by, gave me a huge grin and laugh, and spoke to Lee so fast I could only catch the one phrase: ‘mai grua’, which means ‘not scared’ – but whether she meant this for me or for Lee I couldn’t tell.
Lee leaned her elbows on the table, hands cupping her face, and asked “Are you ok, Steve?” (I noted the ‘Luong’ [Uncle] had been dropped very quickly) as I nodded my head, took a breath and said “Do I know you, Lee? I think I have seen you in the village, but not sure we ever met before….Do you live near here? And may I ask: how old are you? And I guess I should ask also: do you want a drink; a bottle of water or something?”
“You may know me Steve, and Tim is a friend of mine, a good friend, so I am here quite a lot sometimes; and yes, I live with my mum and sister just 2 sois up the village there.” She indicated her head and her body behind her; “I am 16y.o. and if you are ok, may I have a glass of your beer?” I looked at her for a few moments, and then realized, but immediately accepted, Lee was in the middle of being a woman and a man: which one was the preferred outcome in her Life I had no idea, but it seemed more likely she was the same ‘Lee’ who had a penis up my bottom not so very long ago, this very evening.
I nodded my acceptance, and Tim was somehow right behind her with a glass, smiling, and she sat down on the side between us, giggling that infectious giggle she had, and I caught her say to Lee: “Told you before: Luong Steve is a nice man, but alone. Have a wife not good, but a beautiful daughter.”
I took Lee’s glass and poured a beer while Tim was speaking, then she left to serve a customer. “You sure beer is ok for you, Lee?” She toasted her glass against mine, took a small mouthful, and smiled “Sometimes, it is good to drink.”
I asked why she needed to talk with me for English; “Yours seems very good.” She batted long eyelashes at me, perhaps even blushed under her dark skin, and quietly answered “That was Tim’s idea, to get me talking with you; I was too shy, but I wanted to talk with you. My English speaking is ok, but I can’t read or write: can you help me Steve?”
She leaned one arm across the table to grasp my wrist with a soft hand, and waited for my positive answer “Yes, I can help you, Lee; compared to Thai, which I can’t read or write, and speak only a little, I think English is not so difficult to learn the A, B and C - but the grammar is difficult I know, so writing is harder to learn. We can try, ok.”
She beamed a white-toothed smile at me, her hand still grasping my wrist, now a little harder, and asked “When?”
“Oh well, after school I guess is ok for me, but I have a daughter often at home, so if you have a mobile – can I have your number in case I need cancel or change an appointment?” Naturally she had one – all youngsters seemed to these days – and she asked for mine to type in: she rang, my phone now had hers, and we were connected. “What about now?” she asked suddenly, putting her phone back in her pocket after we both had added names to the new numbers.
I was somewhat perplexed, blustering a little as I said “Isn’t it too late now, don’t you have to be home, Lee?” She shook her head, and waited for my next objection. I didn’t have one come to mind – there should have been many of them, but weren’t - as I was very attracted to her, so I said “Well, we could, but I do also have a wife – not really a wife anymore - and she is out ‘very late’ she told me, but it might not be good for you at my home if she finds you there, studying or not.”
“Can we go somewhere else – to study, or ‘not’?” Lee asked, provoking thoughts in my head of whether this was a good idea or not. I offered the idea: “We could go for a drive in my car somewhere if you would like?” Tim was suddenly beside me, refilled my glass and Lee’s and one for herself, and said “Go now, I want to close.”
Clearly an arranged signal with Lee to get me moving, so I reached into my pocket for some money and Tim put her hand down, stopping me, but also feeling a very rigid cock in my shorts poking up, and she smiled at me “Not pay tonight, Luong Steve; be nice to Lee.” I nodded ‘thanks’ to her, aware that to argue was not going to change her decision, and acutely embarrassed at what her hand had found; she fondled my hair. Obviously, Tim was a good friend of Lee’s and she had set this up to help Lee.
I said to Lee “Wait here 5 minutes, I will take my bike home, and come back with the car.” She asked with a pleading look “Sure?” and I said, with a gentle laugh “If I don’t come back, Tim will never have me here again! I will be back, Miss Lee.”
I parked my bike at home, went inside to the toilet, packed some beers and a water into my cooler bag, grabbed the car keys and some money, and drove back to pick up a waiting Lee. Tim spoke to her a moment, smiled and waved us away.
‘What am I doing now?’ I asked myself, this isn’t the normal me, the one who could and should have so easily said “Not tonight, Lee; we will study another day”, finished up my beer and gone home. I am off the rails it seems. It wasn’t her sexuality; living anywhere, but perhaps in Thailand particularly, one both accepts people, and respects their lifestyle choices – or one moves elsewhere. I also knew my own choices were open to alternatives at times when it seemed right.
“We can’t really study reading and writing while in the car of course, Lee, so I guess we just talk, ok?” I glanced at her and she smiled ‘fine’. My normal night drive, not done so much anymore with Mi to care for, was generally to the seaside, but that was a round-trip of more than 3 hours: too late I was sure for Lee to get home.
“Anywhere you know of close, we can just sit and talk, or find a book to read?” I asked Lee, and she replied after a moment “Yes, I know somewhere, not far from here, ok?” “Ok, you just direct me”, so a short drive, twists and turns later, we pulled into a parking area beside a small lake, couldn’t see any people around, quiet and rather romantic actually. Too dark for reading, so conversation it would have to be.
I always carried a straw mat in the car, so I spread that on the grass, got the cooler bag and a packet of crisps I had bought weeks ago, but left in the car, and we settled down, Lee accepting an offered can of beer. We toasted each other, and I began by asking her about school, friends, what she liked to do – standard conversational material, and easily answered by Lee, though a distinct lack of friends seemed evident in her rather sad expression as she answered that question; “I am different to girls, and to boys, and not sure which I am, so people find it hard to fit me in, and I find it hard to fit in; so, no, not really any friends much.”
I gave her a soft smile “Well, I don’t either, so maybe we can be friends for each other – though you are very young, and I am very old.” Lee was lying on her side facing me sitting crossed-legged facing her; she reached out her hand and stroked my leg as she said “It would be nice to be friends, Steve, and ‘very old’ are words I don’t understand about you. The only question is: are we friends as boys or as girls?” I thought seriously before replying “Can’t we be both sometimes, Lee?”
It seemed only natural that I would then lean over and down and kiss her, and she opened her mouth to receive my tongue against hers, and the kiss became a long one; as did my cock which Lee’s stroking hand on my leg soon moved up my thigh and in my shorts leg to find. Perhaps I had dressed appropriately after all.
It also should have been obvious this was the way our relationship of a few hours would progress: some minor teaching/study of English leading to something along sexual lines, or perhaps romantic ones.
I wonder if Ping knows we are out together, me and her sister/brother, and only a short time after our love-making, and the threesome finale; and what part did Tim have in this get-together, what did she expect to happen?
(The only thing I could surmise about Tim’s own sexuality was when I saw her with another girl, clearly a close friend, and the way Tim was with them showed she, Tim, was the dominant one; whether this meant she played the role of the ‘man’ in her relationships, I couldn’t know. But what did she think Lee would be, with me?)
I moved and lay beside Lee, who moved her hand from up my shorts to down my shorts through my elastic waistband, my cock now lying up towards my abdomen. I reached my own hand up under her short dress, found a thong pair of panties, and easily located her cock tucked backwards through her bottom’s cheeks. It was aroused, not so long but slim and smooth, and surprisingly cut as indeed was my own circumcised one; both of us were oozing pre-cum, both of us played with it over the end of each other’s cocks, both of us felt along the length to find the balls in their sac below, mine unable to produce sperm, an unknown about Lee’s physiology.
What I wanted was to remove her bra and fondle her breasts, the recollection of them squashed against my back earlier enticing me to hold them in my hands, and in my mouth; I rolled her on to her back, stretched up under her but she knew where I was heading, and unfastened the front clasp, releasing the mounds I sought.
Before I climbed up along her body, I raised my head to look around: it was quite dark, a quarter -moon, no nearby streetlights, and we were in front of the car; “Is it ok here, Lee?” She pulled on my cock in a positive response, so I took the chance and removed my shorts, as Lee did the same.
My freed cock waved around as I did this, and Lee giggled “It is lost, Steve, give it back home to me!” Instead, I leaned my mouth down and took hers inside; it was fresh, smooth, slim and not so long I couldn’t take it all comfortably, and I did exactly this for a minute, Lee shuddering a little around me, but she pulled me up, and I understood without her words: she wanted to fuck me again, and wanted her cock able to do just that.
But she did utter the words “I loved being inside you before Steve; I would like to be again, is that ok for you? If you wanted to fuck me, I would accept, but...” I stopped her mouth with my fingers, “I told you we can be both boy and girl friends, Lee, and if you want to make love to me with your cock, I will make love to your breasts with my mouth and hands.”
I straddled her abdomen, reached for my cock’s pre-cum with one hand, and for that of Lee with the other, and smeared my arse-hole with it. Then I held his cock upright, and sat on the head, and slowly down the shaft until I reached the bareness of her shaved groin, and I exhaled and swivelled my buttocks around, squirming on Lee’s shaft, enjoying the sensation of this brand new experience for me – sitting on another cock – until Lee bade me be slow, or it might be over! I sniggered, “You are a young stud, I am sure; if you finish first time fast, that’s ok: I bet you will be longer after that each time.”
Now I let Lee take over until we found the rhythm he wanted between me pushing down or relaxing as he thrust up, and my concentration went to the breasts lightly jiggling below me; I wanted them.
I slid my hands up along her abdomen, smooth and lean, feeling ribs as I approached my goal; my hands glided up the hillsides until I reached the peak, and found the twin peaks of nipples, hard and erect, and as natural feeling and responding as any ‘full’ female body. I sighed as I lowered my mouth to one, and gently licked from the same base to the summit, and planted my flag – my tongue and lips – around that nipple. Lee jerked under me, her upper body pressed upwards to my mouth and hands, and her lower body pressed her cock upwards into my lower body.
I sucked and lightly chewed my first-chosen breast and smoothed my other hand over the other breast and nipple, revelling in the taste and texture and eroticism of it all....
But then I decided this was unfair to Lee: how could she fuck me and feel its intensity, if I was perhaps going to make her cum from what I was doing. I backed off, left my hands lightly stroking her breasts, bent down to kiss her lips and ears and neck, and then I returned to an upright posture and jumped up and down on Lee’s cock!
She squawked, and I smiled down at her; “I want to give you my full attention: you first.” And I squirmed on the cock which was doing such a nice job inside me; clearly Lee was not going to blow very fast, but if she did, I didn’t mind – it felt really, really comfortable inside me, and it could stay there as long as it had strength, or renewable energy to continue...
Lee’s hands stroked up the sides of my abdomen and back, along all those bones, and she was breathing heavily as she changed those hands into talons and gripped me with nails as she pushed hard into my arse and released her semen (including sperm she had told me) into me for the 3rd time. We had changed position after number 2, as Lee wanted to try and reach higher each time with her cock, to the ‘ends of my body’ she had said, and certainly her cock seemed somewhat bigger, wider and stronger each time she started her amazing love-making again.
The mat below us was soaked; obviously I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back against the immense stimulation she was giving me - but I had so far – but pre-cum continually oozed from me and combined with the copious amounts from Lee overflowing down my arse-crack, into a large pool of slippery, sticky fluid under us.
Lee had come the 2nd time when my hands had been on her breasts, soothing, and then harder, nipples twirled and twisted, and she found it to her liking and came then...Her 3rd time was now when we rolled over and she controlled it all for a long time, me on all fours like a bitch dog, and accepting the cock pounding into me, again and again – she was incredibly strong, and could sustain her deep thrusts for longer and longer, until now when she was Cumming.
Now I wondered about her 4th time – as I surely wanted, and now I had swivelled her under me, cock joining us still, and I was lying face down on her breasts and surviving by sucking at a nipple, imagining the milk which couldn’t flow from there in reality, and waiting for the cock still in my arse, bottom up, to begin anew, and give me the milk which it could and would again. I was absolutely enthralled by this evening; it was the most incredible fucking I had ever had! (I had one time, perhaps 10 years ago, performed 4 and a half times with my now-wife over a 24-hour period, but never had I been made love to, never had I had a cock make love to me multiple times)....I wanted it to continue.
Lee was collapsed under me, but her cock remained upright in me, and I hadn’t really expended direct energy yet, so I pushed down stretching her cock, and then lifted my hips to straighten her again inside me, and also sucked a little harder on her nipples, one by one, side to side, sometimes swallowing as much of a breast into my mouth as I could....it worked after only a short while, and I felt, with a smile, a cock begin twitching and growing inside. Lee moaned “Steve, again – how do you do this to me? You make me excited and I just want to fuck you again! And, oh my, maybe I already think about doing it all again?” “As many times as you want to, my lover Lee; you are giving me the greatest love-making pleasure and I can keep you in there as long as you want!” She laughed softly “What about my sister Ping, didn’t she make love with you very well?”
I nipped at her nipple with my teeth, “A nice boy, or a nice girl – whichever one I am with you – doesn’t talk about other lovers; here and now, we are making love, and it is the most beautiful fucking the world is having at this moment in time: you and me. Now, my lover, make it so all over again...”
I pushed hard down, driving her cock up higher into my well-used arse-hole, now no longer at all virginal or inexperienced, and now moulded to the size and shape of Lee’s hard-working cock. How lucky I am, I thought, to now have a young, strong buck that can cum and cum.... this insight drove my cock to erupt its meagre juices after all this time of being erect and hard, and it spurted onto Lee’s abdomen and added to our pool of mingled juices. Perhaps this drove Lee up tight into me, as my sudden energy expulsion dropped my hips and buttocks lower on her.
Lee outdid herself this time, which became our final time of this night, and her stamina was staggering, considering she was using thigh and other muscles to push up off the mat into me – until she became more domineering and she pulled her cock out! I was suddenly empty, and it felt like I had lost something really important of myself, and I scrabbled for her cock to re-insert it in my needy body.
But she slid from under me, biting my nipple hard on her way out of my arms, and she flipped me over on to my back, splashed me in the puddle of ooze on the mat, lifted my legs up and wide, and then she rammed her cock back in, harder and stronger than any previous time, and truly fucked me this time!
She took my hands and placed them on her hips and showed me what she wanted: me to pull her at me with added strength (though I had little left) to get her penetrating thrusts deep as ever they could go. Her own hands worked roughly on my cock, and she could even bend her mouth enough to lick and bite it when she wanted, and my cock responded to the treatment and became engorged – with fear perhaps – and she kept it that way with return manipulations when her mind directed her body to some new area of arousal for her, for us, and she plunged her tongue with force into my mouth, grinding our teeth together as she stretched - seemingly trying to reach her own cock stretching upwards from below.
Through all of this she crooned to me, a quiet almost lullaby sound, as if to prove she was as gentle and feminine as I knew her to be in her outer self, but this inner self needed release of a kind she now had to have.
She ploughed into me like a boring machine, her hands pinching my nipples, her nails scratching at my skin; now her hands back at my cock, sliding and stroking its length, twisting the head to squeeze more drops of pre/post-cum out on to her fingers and putting them up into my mouth.
Her cock worked like a piston forever, and then, through the multitude of stimulations my body was enduring – revelling in – I felt the by-now unmistakable swelling of her cock, an expansion of girth and length by just enough for me to know she was going to release again. I pulled harder on her hips, found some strength to jerk my hips upward, and felt her ram my insides with one almighty surge, and just stay there, pulse after pulse of life-giving juices pumping into my body, swelling my groin from the inside it seemed, and my own cock splattered up her abdomen, hit her breasts even -higher and stronger than for many a year I thought.
Lee’s spurts took a while, but finally eased until she gave that man-like final forcing of any remaining semen out to remain inside me, and she slowly eased back out, and just as slowly lay herself up along my body, between my splayed legs, bringing with her a film of cum from us both, coating our bodies with it as she slid upwards to my mouth, and so sweetly put hers to mine.
Her returned gentleness was so beautiful I began crying, and I wrapped my arms around her and cuddled her tightly to me, her breasts squashed against my chest, our mouths joined, and our cocks lying together, touching between our bellies as if embracing themselves.
Lee cradled my head, brushing my hair away at the sides, and whispering quiet words into my ear – “that was something I needed to do Steve” - calming me, and my hands released their tight hold and stroked her back, so smooth from her neck to her buttocks, and I stopped the tears and sniffed. Lee murmured “I am tired now.”
I laughed at that comment, and hugged her: given the amount of energy she had used in a few short hours to give me the greatest sex in the Universe this night – perhaps enough energy to have powered the lights in our whole village! – To be only ‘tired’ seemed at least reasonable. I agreed, and she rolled to the side, where we lay holding hands for 5 minutes perhaps.
The ‘man’ again it seemed, I roused myself, looked around – nobody I could see – and sneaked to the back of the car, clicked the switch to unlock it and the boot – but with flashing lights as the immobiliser turned access on – and took my bottle of emergency water back to Lee. I offered her first use and poured the water into her cupped hands to slosh over her body, and then she washed me with more water I poured. A final mouthful to rinse our mouths and wash our hands, and I used my t-shirt to dry Lee as best it could before we slipped our clothes over damp bodies. I shook and folded the mat, picked up my cooler bag of remaining unopened beers, looked for anything we might have dropped, and we climbed into the car, and quietly slipped out to the road and headed home. Luckily I remembered the few turns back to familiar areas, as Lee fell asleep within a minute.
I had looked at the clock when we got in the car: 02.30; Lee had shrugged her shoulders, murmured “It’s ok Steve, for me, really no problem” and I shrugged the same: my daughter was sleeping with her aunt and grandmother, my wife I didn’t care what she thought – or even if she was home from getting fucked herself.
I gently woke Lee before I parked at the corner of her soi; she leaned over for a kiss, a lingering “good night, my lover Steve, see you tomorrow?” I squeezed her breast, returned the kiss and a “Yes, lover Lee” and watched as she plodded up her soi. When I assumed she had reached her house, though I didn’t know where it was, I quietly pulled away and continued down the main soi.
Surprisingly, Tim’s shop lights were on, and Tim herself beckoned me to stop, then to park the car at the side of her house, and come for a beer. I hesitated, but I was awake, and a beer had been some hours ago, so ok, even though I felt as if Tim had been waiting for the sight of my car to come home to do this...interrogation?
Tim poured beer into a glass over ice for us both, smiled at me knowingly, and sniffed the air; it was unnerving.
For Tim and I to have a conversation in Thai it had to be kept simple; she did by asking in English “You fuck Lee Luong Steve?”
Luckily I wasn’t swallowing at the time, so I slowly shook my head, took a mouthful of beer as I watched her face register surprise, and a question. I debated not answering, but I was certain Tim was a good friend of Lee’s, had helped set this all up, and therefore had a right to an answer. Besides, I was not a liar by nature, so a genuine question usually elicited a genuine, truthful answer from me.
I held up my hand while I took my time and lit a cigarette – the first of those for hours also – exhaling away from Tim before answering her “Lee fucked me, Tim!” As she guffawed that special laugh she has, I leaned close and held up 4 fingers, nodding my head in confirmation, while her laugh abruptly ended and she almost choked on her beer.
When she had recovered she asked “Lee ok?” I smiled and said “Lee said she is ‘tired’” and Tim looked at me, questioning without words: “Me? Oh Tim, I am very, very well; I don’t know when I have felt better!” She put her hand over mine, patting it like a mother (even though she was about 15 years younger, smiling “Lee is special, Luong Steve. “I know this, Tim; I won’t hurt her, I say this 100%.”
Tim frowned a little “Where is Mi – at grandmother’s house? I saw your wife come home on a motorcycle just a little while ago...you ok?”
I had nodded when she asked about Mi’s whereabouts, “Yes, she will sleep there all night. You know, or guess, about my wife Tim; she is not important now, except she is Mi’s mother. In fact, I should stay out all night, just to surprise her maybe, though that sounds stupid – I am tired and need sleep, same as Lee.” I smiled, sadly and then resignedly, and Tim understood what I meant, even if not all the words, and she gripped my hand tightly.
“Come with me, Steve” and she pulled me up and steered me into the downstairs bathroom, gave me a towel from outside, a new toothbrush and paste, and said “Shower.” I did, dried myself, brushed and gargled, and turned to find Tim standing there quietly, holding out a pair of shorts for me. My naked body had been exposed for 10 or so minutes – how long had Tim been there? I slipped on the shorts, not bothering anymore to hide my body, gave Tim the towel, and she took my hand again, led me up the stairs and into, I assumed, her own bedroom, where the air-conditioning made my skin break out in goose bumps. We hadn’t exchanged any more words yet, but it was clear she was offering me her bed to sleep in, and I accepted.
She began removing her shirt, so I decided I would sleep as I always did: naked, and I removed her shorts, laid them on the end of the bed, and climbed under the duvet, watching Tim undress. She wasn’t shy: she faced me the whole time: her small breasts were open to my eyes as she removed the tight-fitting sports bra she always seemed to favour. She actually let out a ‘whoosh’ as she freed her breasts, and lifted and fondled each one as if she really didn’t like hiding them away under the tight bra all day.
Her own shorts came off next, and then a pair of boxers; and that was when I became surprised by her naked body, as she stood there for my inspection.
I tried not to show amazement on my face, but couldn’t and didn’t; “Oh Tim, you are beautiful! I never knew...I mean, I always liked you – you know I fancied, wanted you...but I never knew you had a cock! And it is...well, Tim, it is – sorry, it’s a surprise for me, and it is really beautiful too!” Tim smiled, went into the en-suite bathroom she had, and I heard her brushing her teeth, turn on the shower, and then I fell asleep....with an erection!
I woke to a hand stroking my body, pausing at my cock – rigid I became aware – and a female/male body pressed up against my back, small breasts into my back, a large cock pressed against my buttocks.
Tim whispered “Are you ok, Steve – you feel ok?” She tugged at my cock as it lengthened in her small hand “Oh, you feel quite ok, Luong Steve.” There was nothing I could do; groggy, worn out at this hour, amazed by Tim’s exposure of her real body to me, and doubly amazed by the size of her cock! I didn’t, couldn’t answer, so I became the female side of me that I had been earlier tonight, and I wriggled my bottom at Tim’s prick. She whispered, putting her finger to my arse-crack, “I had to know what Lee had of you, to be able to fuck you 4 times; do you mind?”
I turned to face her, awakened fully by a need to say “But Tim, Lee’s cock is not so big, slim and a perfect length for me; and for my real first time with a cock, she was perfect! Your cock, well, Tim, it seems really big, much thicker than Lee’s...maybe you can’t fit in my skinny body.” Tim laughed quietly, reached across my hip, and inserted her finger, coated with lube I could tell, into my arse, closely followed by a withdrawal and an insertion of 3 fingers, probing, swirling around, back and forth: “You can take me Steve: trust me, I won’t hurt you, just one time...maybe.” I fondled her breasts, and slid down until I could swallow them, one by one, into my mouth, and let my tongue work against her nipples, raising them into strong erections as my pole of a cock poked at Tim’s abdomen, sliming her with newly-oozing pre-cum. and her fingers pushed in and out and around, until she found me wide open and waiting
Her cock had been flapping at my back and buttocks, and now she rolled me over to my front, pulled my hips up with no effort: “Oh you are too light and skinny, Steve!” and she put her lubricated cock’s head against my arse-hole; and pushed. Oh, she was big; compared to Lee, Tim was an elephant, and an elephant is stubborn when there is something it wants: so was Tim’s cock, relentless, big and determined: it won, and entered my rectum with a whelp from me, and a satisfied sigh from Tim, as she continued the whole way in one gentle, but unstoppable, thrust to the end.
Tim had said earlier: “...just one time...maybe.” I changed positions 3 times, as best I can recall, and she pounded me each time with that jackhammer of a cock, and I was helpless to deny her. Nor did I try of course; it was a totally different sex to the first 3 times of Lee’s, but closer to her dominating 4th and final time, and it seemed this was Tim’s normal way of sex: Tim was in control, and I succumbed totally. She hadn’t come yet, so I accepted that, technically, she was still in the process of ‘just one time’, but her cock remained firm and hard and big and long and wide – and it remained in me, wherever we turned.
She loved lying along my back, it seemed, covering me like a lot of male animals, and I was in the role of bitch again; I didn’t mind, actually found it quite emotionally comfortable, and there was no doubt her cock could fit in me, and she knew how to use it. I hoped I wouldn’t now be too enlarged for Lee’s cock, which I was sure I would experience again, but meanwhile Tim’s was certainly a stimulating size within my body, and no, she wasn’t hurting me.
One time she had flipped me over, so we were facing as she resumed pounding; as my body was pushed up on the bed by her cock’s lunges, and then relaxed, I tentatively reached for her dangling, small tits. I was rewarded by a surge from her cock, deep into me, and I grew emboldened enough to stretch my neck up and take her breast into my mouth. She moaned softly, so I nibbled a nipple, and she sat almost upright, making her cock work at a difficult angle, and she grasped my own cock, and roughly worked her hands up and down the slippery shaft; I bit her nipple a little more, used my tongue to slide around her breast while holding that nipple in my teeth, and she crushed (almost) my cock in her hands.
I took a gamble, swapped breasts and placed my mouth as it had been, and held her hips in my hands, nails digging into her and pulling her hard against my groin, so she was at maximum depth; she moaned loudly for the first time, and I relaxed my hands, only to reach for my own cock and slide its wetness up her body almost on top of me, using the friction as added stimulant, and my cock pulsed its pre-cum. She sat up, straighter again, continuing her motions on top of me, but she grabbed my prick and began jerking me off; when I moaned in readiness, she slipped out of me, down a little and sucked me right off into her mouth, swallowing the small amount of semen I could produce. She licked me clean, threw me over, and mounted me from the rear again, dominating me again.
She continued to ram her cock into my arse, scraping her rough hands up and down my back, pulling at my hips to squash our groins together, and this time I felt her change somewhat. Her cock, which must have been 18-20cms when I first saw it engorged, appeared to be lengthening in me on each thrust, and she pulled it further out at times, to then slide its length back along my channel. Now she was reaching new depths, and it hurt a little as she hit some barrier each time now – what is up there, I pondered, my prostate perhaps, my bowels of course – and the head of her cock seemed to have increased in girth and she prodded it against the walls of my hole on her thrusts. I groaned a little, and Tim murmured “Just a little more, Steve, I am almost ready” and she pulled back her full length, waited a few moments, and then buried herself to the hilt as hard as she ever had; I squeaked in some pain, and she soothed me.
She stayed in there this time, and began pulsing; I could feel it begin from her balls squashed against my buttocks and travel along her entire length, before it jetted inside me; I felt the entire wonderful process, as if in slow motion each pulse, and there were quite a few of them: this must be how a woman feels when being made love to – if it is done well, and a cock used for its twin purposes of procreation, and pleasure for both. I was certainly sure I was being made love to in this manner, and the pleasure was immense.
I felt transformed, as if my arse had become a cunt and now I found I was capable of squeezing my buttock muscles as a cunt could, trapping Tim’s cock and helping milk out her juices each time she pulsed and released. She groaned as if I was doing something good for her, and she pushed hard against my body, if that was possible, and squirmed her cock around and in, trying to reach my soul.
She almost screamed it seemed when her final pulses grew somewhat weaker, and her cock tellingly began to feel less intrusive in me, and she moaned in frustration, clearly wanting to last even longer. I let my chest fall to the bed, reached behind me and gently stroked her body wherever I could reach, and my mouth emitted soothing sounds of comfort. She slowly pulled her remaining length out, a ‘plop’ sound when she exited and her overflowing juices trickled down my crack in quantity.
Tim fell on to the bed at my side, and I just let my hips and legs collapse down, gently, as I felt a deal sore now. She looked across at me, roughed my cheek with her hand and smiled “That was the ‘maybe’ part of ‘just one time’, Steve; I will be better, next time, now that I know your body can take me all. Lee phoned me earlier and said it was the most wonderful experience being with you; now I can agree: your body is made for this, Steve, and I am made to use it – well, share it with Lee too. Possibly even with one or two of my friends also - when I don’t need you, of course. Now sleep, my girl.”
She gave me a kiss on the cheek, the only kiss we had exchanged, and I went to sleep with the thought that I was Tim’s ‘girl’, and I guess Lee’s ‘girl’ also.
(End of Part 8, with Part 9 a return to my basic roots...girls, while I await readers’ opinions on this direction.)
(The story of me, Lee & Tim I am now spinning off to a new story, titled “Made For This”)
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