THE TRAINING OF A TRANSSEXUAL…PART I

                                                                       BY MISS PISS

       Don’t call me Steven. My name is Stella. I’ve known all my life that in this male Caucasian body, I was all woman. Luckily, I was born with features feminine enough to pull off my true sex. I look like my mother. She was the most attractive woman in my neighborhood, and, without a doubt, a MILF. She had bright blue eyes that are inviting but piercing at the same time. Bouncy blonde hair and a face that reminded you of Marilyn Monroe. Toned, killer legs that could make any man, young or old, go weak at the knees. Beautifully wide hips that gave way to a round, firm ass that was to die for. A petite but voluptuous body, absolutely fuckable from head to toe. A voice as soft as a bird and as sharp as a whip. If I had my mother’s lush and supple 36B breasts and a vagina, I too would have been the object of every horny boy’s desire in my neighborhood. I praise God and my mother for giving me her genes. I worship her for making me who I am. As for my father, he has always been out of the picture. He has never given us anything, not even an ounce of care for our lives and our well-being. The only thing my father gave me was his big and thick, 8-inch monster dick. He was a heartless, stubborn man for all I know. I don’t understand why my mother slept with him. All I know is that I was her sweet little accident. I never desired to know anything about my father, but I will never forget the one thing that my mother told me about him: after I was born, he gave one look at me and said, “This boy is gay.” He signed the birth certificate and then left the hospital, abandoning me and my mother ever since. Was my father right? Was I destined to be gay? Well, yes, the bastard was half-right. I’ve been attracted to boys since I was six years old. At sixteen I felt a slight attraction to girls. Whether or not I was sexually attracted to them or envied them more for the fact that they had breasts and a vagina, the thing I solely wanted more than anything, was a puzzle that I barely made an effort to solve. But if there was one thing that I was 100% sexually attracted to about women was their clothing. Oh how I love women’s clothing.

       My beautiful, sexy mother, she might have been the slut of the neighborhood, using young boys from ages 14-19 as her sex slaves and older men as her masters, but nothing about her wardrobe was trashy. She was a classy whore. Her wardrobe was mainly vintage, remarkably unique and intensely erotic. She had any vintage outfit you could think of: flapper dresses, polka dot halter dresses, taffeta dresses, corseted tulle dresses, floral silk dresses, pencil skirts, wiggle skirts, satin blouses, garters, corsets, and bustiers. Anything vintage 1940’s-1950’s style, you named it, she had it, and made it entirely fresh and completely her own for every season. I swear, my mother looked so stylish, independent, and smart in these outfits that the sight of her gave me my first hard-on. More than anything, she was a model of how I wanted to represent myself as a woman: a classy, sassy, sexy hot mama.

        I’ve tried on girls clothing privately since I was eight, but I started trying on my mother’s clothes, shoes, underwear, and makeup before I went to college. I was eighteen. I remember it well. I was fully naked in my mother’s bathroom while she was away doing her errands. I curled my long hair Marilyn Monroe-style, applied raspberry red lipstick on my soft Angelina-Jolie lips, glazed my eyelashes with mascara, patted a little bit of blush on my cheeks, slipped on an apple red garter belt to my hips and a pair of black fishnet stockings, wore a sheer white thong that was strong enough to hold my massive dick, slid my feet into red T-strap heels, and put on my favorite outfit of my mothers, a red polka dot halter skirt, stuffing the top with a decent padding of tissue paper as I could put in without making it look obvious. For the first time I saw myself as a fully dressed woman, a true woman, a smitten image of my mother. In my reflection, I was my mother. I stared in the mirror for what seemed like eternity, admiring myself, feeling so damn hot and sensual. Most of all, I felt empowered. I was finally a woman on the outside and a woman within. That moment was when I called myself Stella. The name came to me like a prayer, and like a god, I embraced it. No surprise, my mother caught me wearing her clothes that day. She had the biggest smile on her face and nearly cried when she first saw me. She hugged me tight and said how beautiful I looked, how beautiful her daughter looked. I was touched. It was no secret or surprise to her that I was a transsexual; she probably suspected that since the day I was born. It was the fact that I finally let it out in front of her in her own clothes, making her realize that her biggest mistake having me with a dirty bastard like my father turned out to be the best choice she has ever made in her life. My mother lent me some of her vintage clothes, bought me some new ones, and has called me Stella ever since.

       Now, I won’t bore you with anymore details about my transformation from Steven the boy to Stella the woman. I won’t reveal anything about my sexual fantasies and my sexual past, not yet at least. Nor will I delve heavily into the fact that my main sexual experiences were from watching my mother have rough, wild sex with her boy slaves or being whipped, pissed on, slapped, and fucked senseless by her masters. I must say though, I masturbated for hours while peeping on them through the cracked door. I know, it’s sick to imagine my mother having sex let alone watching her doing it, but it became a dirty habit for as long as I could remember. It was because of her that I became obsessed with watching others have sex more than the thought of me having sex.

       Anyways, back to the story that I’m going to tell. I guess you could say that the moment I became a proud, slightly shy, but confident woman in the adult world, starting when I went to college, had changed my life. Or at least that is what you would think. But no, in fact, it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that I was a very feminine boy in girl’s clothing, had changed my name, and worked two jobs solely for the pursuit of making enough money to eventually go through the process of gaining sex reassignment surgery. Since I’ve always felt that my gender transition was complete, I never called myself a t-girl and get frustrated when I’m called that name. Of course, that’s not the worst name that I’ve been called. I could write a whole book about my struggles, but I won’t go there. I will tell you straight forwardly about the basics. Nobody in my family except my mother truly accepted me. I got beaten, abused, misunderstood, and in general, people had always found me weird the instant they looked at me as if I came out of some bizarre fairytale. I was used to this long before I even became Stella, so it never overwhelmed me. My life has always been full of conflict and confusion about my sexual identity, even to this day. It became the most normal and predictable part of it. For a long time I was in my own comfort shell, believing that my life would always follow the same pattern, my mind concentrating on the same mission, and my own high-heeled wearing feet marching on the same long and winding road. Six years ago, it all changed. It’s hard to believe that it was six years ago when my life made quite an unexpected, unpredictable turn, and perhaps changed who I was forever.

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       I was a fresh college graduate with a BA in Business and Communications. My dream was to own a vintage clothing store, but of course, most dreams don’t exactly come true, especially for people like me. I was lucky to find a job that came close to it. I was a secretary for Vintage Boutique, a pretty chic and highly expensive vintage clothing store. Everything they sold there resembled me and my mother’s wardrobe. I loved my job. I could carry my name loud and proud and be myself. My clients loved me for it, and I was paid well. I still lived with my mother, who was still as hot, irresistible, and charming as ever at 42. I didn’t think of ever leaving her nest anytime soon until my BFF Isabelle came over to the house one day during the summer.

       Let me tell you, Isabelle is the closest woman that I could imagine myself making love to. She was a striking young woman. Isabelle was 5’5,” short coal black hair that reached down to her shoulders, sharp piercing green eyes, and such a cute, petite body. Her breasts were no more than a 32A, but it perfectly proportioned with her tiny frame. She had two piercings, one on her tongue and one on her bellybutton. She also flaunted a tattoo of a butterfly on the back of her neck and an angelic fairy on the small of her back. By looking at her, you could sense that those green eyes and her witty sense of humor suggested that she was a woman of raw, exciting sex. She always dressed spunky and goth-like, but she had the bubbliest personality. Ah, and her face, high cheekbones, skin that had a natural glow as if she bathed it in moonlight, and skinny lips that were as sensual and beautiful as a full-lipped woman. And her voice, oh that voice, it had a nice southern twang to it that made you feel warm and at home in her personality. Most of all, Isabelle was such a genuine, sweet girl. Guys always pursued her; she was definitely a big flirt with them. There was never a time when she didn’t have a boyfriend or didn’t frequently get laid. She was a tiger, a tidal wave, a sweet storm, a passionate lover, quite the feisty fucker. But at the end of the day, Isabelle was my goddess, my angel, my one and only true friend that accepted me for who I was and has always admired me for simply being Stella. I admired her as well. I admired her courage. She had lost her mother at age eleven. The poor lovely woman died in a car crash and was pregnant with a baby boy who was going to be named Dylan. She had such a close connection with her mother and had always wanted a brother, so the blow was double the excruciating pain. Her father had become a single parent ever since her death, raising Isabelle and her five sisters on his own. Despite the tragedy, Isabelle didn’t become a druggy or tried to commit suicide during her teenage years. She might have had some depression and was sometimes a little rebel, but she remained humble and embraced the memory of her mother and unborn brother, her family, and her friendships, especially ours. I can’t imagine what life would have been like if we had never known each other. We knew each other since high school, went to the same university, pursued the same degree, and graduated together side by side. After graduation, for some unforeseen reason, we lost contact for two years.

       When she came over to my house that summer day, I was absolutely thrilled. Not seeing her for two fucking years felt like forever; seeing her again after two years felt like we were only apart for five minutes. She hadn’t changed a bit, but there were a few things that were remarkably different. Her breasts augmented to the size of my mothers, a 36B, all natural. They looked juicy and produced a nice bounce when she walked. She stuck out her tongue at me playfully before she gave me a welcoming hug. She not only had one tongue piercing, but now flaunted four round, silver studs in each hole. Through her sea blue tank top I instantly noticed her perky, firm nipples. At first I thought either it was slightly chilly outside or if she had been playing with them before she arrived. To my surprise, she had a nipple piercing in each breast. My eyes were in awe. She giggled at me, knowing that despite how shy I was I couldn’t help but get a glimpse at her new sparkling beauties.

       After we embraced one another, we skipped into my room, laughing and cuddling. We lied down on my bed, drank some lemonade, listened to ABBA, and had a few tickle fights and poking wars. Yes, we were still kids at heart, the old times were back again, and our old memories were never left behind.

       “So Stella baby, how’s life going for you?” she asked once we settled down.

       “Life is wonderful,” I replied, my voice by then having a perfect ring and tone of femininity. “Still living here with mother obviously, but I couldn’t feel any happier.”

       She made that sweet, “I absolutely adore you” smile of hers that always made me feel complete. And those intense, bright green eyes, they plunged into my inner soul, hypnotizing me into her inner beauty.

       “You look so beautiful Stella,” she said warmly. “I missed you so much.”

       I blushed. I knew that I looked beautiful, but Isabelle made me feel the real thing.

       “You look quite gorgeous yourself, you horny, sexy thing. What man corrupted you into getting more piercings?” I chuckled, playfully teasing her left nipple through her shirt.

       “Hehe, want to see them?”

       “Of course!”

       She lifted up her shirt and showed me her piercings. Hard, rosy red nipples with simple, sparkling silver studs, oh how exotic and aesthetically pleasing they looked.

       “I love them!”

       “That’s not all…” she grinned.

       She lifted up her black skirt, revealing her lovely crotch to me. She wore sheer and seamless pink panties. Through them I could see a silver plated clit ring protruding against the fabric.

       “Oh god,” I gasped.

       “I knew you’d like it,” she winked.

       “I’m jealous…” I smirked. “Soo…who corrupted you into getting these?”

       “My girlfriend.”

       I was shocked at that statement. Of all the years I’ve known her, she has never told me that she was into girls, let alone even hinted that she was a bisexual. Isabelle told me everything, including every detail about her sex life. I was completely speechless.

       “What?” she giggled. “Cat got your tongue?”

       “Oh no! I’m just…well…I didn’t know that you’re into girls. Not that it’s a big deal, I’m just surprised. You always told me that you could never imagine yourself being sexual with a girl.”

       “Well,” she blushed. “After we graduated, I wanted to explore my sexuality deeper, expand my horizons, not only with men but with women as well. I had a threesome once with this cute redhead and my boyfriend during that time, a few months after we graduated. I can say that not only are threesomes triple the fun, but I love the smell, taste, and physique of a woman.”

       I grinned; my cock twitched. I always loved hearing Isabelle talk about her sexual adventures. She knew this. She was definitely not shy to entertain that fetish of mine. Even if what she did wasn’t my kind of sex, it always made me hot and horny imagining the wild, sexual beast in her devouring her prey. Secretly, my ultimate fantasy was to watch her have sex. But since that hadn’t happened, hearing about her sexcapades came close to the real thing. 

       “Tell me how you and your girlfriend met,” I beamed excitedly. “And tell me everything about the first time you two had sex.”

       “I almost forgot how horny of a bitch you are,” she chuckled. “Alright, I will tell you the story of how I met my girlfriend, Mia.” 

       

THE TRAINING OF A TRANSSEXUAL…PART 2

                                                                       BY MISS PISS

       Mia and I met in the most casual and boring of all places that you could meet somebody, a grocery store. She was in the produce section at the vegetable aisle, suspiciously keeping herself slightly secluded from customers around her. I thought that she was a strange woman, extremely timid and mysterious. But I couldn’t get my eyes off her; I was seduced into her mystical trance. Why you ask? Because she was so fucking weird. I noticed how she caressed the carrots with her slender little fingers, so sweet and gently, as if she was searching for some secret pulse in them. She squeezed the zucchini and closed her eyes in solitude, so tenderly and gracefully, her mouth making a tiny grin. I casually went towards the broccoli. She plucked a brussel sprout and smelled it, kissed it, and rolled it against her smooth belly from under her shirt, sticking out her tongue a little. She fondled an eggplant; I stared at her closely without her noticing. Her lips quivered. She smiled. She looked like a kid in a candy store, happy and delighted as she put these vegetables in her grocery cart. In all honesty, she looked extremely horny. Fuck, what a strange woman, I thought. And it only felt stranger by the fact that I was keeping my eye on her like a hawk. I could have walked away or minded my own business, but no, I wanted to stay. How unusual it was to see somebody act like this in a grocery store of all places, showing random, casual perversion. It’s rare to find such human behavior in this setting. I wanted to embrace the opportunity. But I tried to keep my distance, not wanting her to notice me. Even at her side, though, she still didn’t feel or see my presence. She was in her own world of the perverted.

       After the vegetables, she walked towards the fruit section. I followed and eyed her attentively. I admit, the more I watched her, the more I felt like some pervert myself watching some bizarre porn film in the making. Don’t ask me why I was turned on by it. There was something erotic about being her casual stalker for that moment, observing her every strange, horny movement.

       Her palm wrapped around an orange. She licked her lips, closing her eyes for a second. Oh what dirty thoughts must have been forming in her head. I wondered. She put the orange in her cart, and then traced her fingertip along an apple, nibbling her bottom lip and letting out a light moan. Was she turned on by the shine, the shape, the size, and the touch?

       Afterwards, she plucked a grape. Instead of eating it secretively like a normal person would, she pressed it softly against her chest. Her nipples perked up through her shirt. My pussy throbbed and moistened. I’ve never been turned on by vegetables, fruit, or any inanimate object for that matter. So why the fuck was I getting turned on by watching this eccentric woman getting horny over fruits and vegetables? I didn’t know why and frankly I didn’t care. Before I could get any hornier watching her, I built the courage to say, “Excuse me ma’am, I see that you are an expert on fruits and vegetables.”

       She gasped, startled and instantly embarrassed. She blushed. She was back on planet Earth.

       “I mean…um…” I paused awkwardly. I hope she doesn’t think that I’m referring to her fruit and veggie fetish. I sure hope my statement didn’t point out the obvious.

       “Yes,” she replied. Her voice was shy, soft, and almost trembling.

       “I…like fruits and vegetables.”

       I nodded. Then she made a sparkly, giddy laugh to break the silence. I chuckled as well. She was such an interesting, fragile, but free spirited creature that somehow seduced me with her strangeness, and with that strangeness came a sense of comfort once we started communicating for the first time. When she started talking about fruits and vegetables in a matter-of-fact manner, it sounded as if she was in the verge of crying, either with excitement or with immense nervousness. Then she casually changed the conversation into other things: where she came from, where she works, her favorite recipes, her favorite music, just the simple introductory things. We clicked immediately. Because of her, I spent time in the grocery store longer than I expected to, forgetting that I had other errands to run. They weren’t that important. Mia was well worth my precious time.

       After we met, we kept in touch and met each other as frequently as possible in other boring places, such as laundry mats, Wal-Mart, the bank, and the park. Meeting each other was always exciting and tantalizing. I loved hearing her tell me stories of her life and vice versa. Hearing her speak touched my heart every time, and that personality, so fresh and vibrant, made my day. She always looked, acted, and sounded like a child, maybe not from this planet, but in a planet where she was overwhelmed by her own senses and didn’t know how to gain release from it. I loved everything about her.

       As cheesy as this sounds, the more we got to know each other, the sooner the magic happened. I secretly fell in love with her romantically and sexually. She felt the same and kept it a secret too. Every time I looked into her hazel-green eyes, I saw a mischievous, child-woman, in wanting and yearning for a new thrill in life that she has never experienced before. We wanted that in life and we found that feeling in each other. We didn’t know for sure what it was that we both wanted. What we wanted for sure, at first, was friendship. We became the closest of friends. Even though we met every week or two just chatting, going out to lunch, and chilling with each other, the lingering thought of the first time I met her at the grocery store was a constant reminder that my sex life was going to be converted into something more meaningful, powerful, and emotionally fulfilling.

       Before we knew it, we revealed each other’s love and then became lovers. We were in lust for each other and openly admitted that we wanted and needed each other. We wanted to feed off each others quirkiness and kinkiness. But first, we started things slow. We acted like virgins waiting for their perfect little flower to blossom before the fun begins. We savored the simple things: kissing and holding hands in public and saying sweet things in each other’s ear. When at home, we cuddled while watching TV, sucked on each other’s breasts, bathed and showered together, and slept in the same bed with clothes on and sometimes naked. We didn’t go further than that. We just savored the whole romantic bit. That never got old. But very soon, we wanted to make love and fuck. I thought Mia, who’s shy, conservative, and traditional about love making with a man or a woman, would plan for us to have our first session in a hotel room. I could imagine it clearly: candles in the bedroom, petals of roses in the bathtub, the scent of perfume in the air, and the heavy fumes of our sex melting into it as we made hot, steamy love. Girl, I had it all wrong. She had it all planned out and kept it all so secretive, which made my body all the more bottled up with my horniness. It was ready to explode and so was she.

        The special moment took place on a regular insignificant day. She took us to the park in the evening. By that time, it was empty. It was supposed to rain. The sky was dark and cloudy. We could hear thunder and lightning. I hoped that the weather wouldn’t ruin what looked to be a very hot and steamy evening. Something about the smell of the storm brewing above us was romantic as well. Mia was carrying a paper grocery bag. What was inside it, I didn’t know. I was curious of the contents inside it. She held my hand warmly, looking at me from time to time. Pure ecstasy and wickedness burned in those eyes.

       “Where the hell are you taking us baby?” I asked. 

       “You’ll see…” She squeezed my hand.

       We kept on walking on the moist grass. We headed towards an area with a few benches and lots of trees. We stopped at a tall and skinny tree that was alone and secluded. The moment we stopped in front of it, Mia dropped the paper bag and slid her hands under my dress. She grabbed my ass, cupped my cheeks, and squeezed them like two juicy melons. She smacked it nice and hard with her sharp hand, making me yelp orgasmically. Meanwhile, her wild and wicked tongue massaged against mine, dancing madly and passionately. Mia was a beast. Before I knew it, her hands clawed off my dress eagerly, forcing it to slide to the ground. I hurriedly took off her dress as well while sucking on her sweet tongue and teasing it with my tongue ring, moaning and groaning viciously through our mad kiss. We were both completely naked, our breasts to breasts, horny and uncontrollable. As you already know, this isn’t the first time that I had made love to somebody in public. What she was going to do made my past experiences look like child’s play.

       “Press your back against this tree, now!” she commanded after we parted from our kiss. I never heard her voice sound so demanding before; it startled me, but in a good way. She sounded cool, loud, and confident. Most of all, she sounded dominant. It fucking turned me on.

       I pressed my back against the tree. It felt hard, rough, and cold.

       “Put your arms in the air. Press it against the trunk, press it firm and hard.”

        I did as she ordered immediately. The raging, horny fire in Mia’s eyes intensified. I was in immense awe. Even though we’ve talked of our domme/submissive fantasies with each other, I couldn’t imagine Mia being the dominant one with her timid voice and her innocent, non-threatening demeanor. Before my eyes, I saw a surprising transformation. Suddenly her voice and attitude was powerful and stern enough to make me do what she says without question, even making me quiver at the knees.        

       “There you go,” she smirked, eyeing me like a hawk that just caught its mouse. “Close your eyes.”

       I obeyed. I heard the sound of rustling leaves in the air. The air itself was becoming misty and filled with the scent of rain. I heard lightning and thunder. Seconds later, rain plopped lightly on my head, gradually soaking my hair once it started to pour.

       “Don’t you move,” Mia snapped, licking the drops of rain that trickled to her lips. 

       Without moving or thinking, I waited with anticipation. My hands were shaking. Her warm breath cooed against my ear lobe. Then I felt a soft substance pressed against my rain soaked wrists. It took me seconds to realize that she was tying them against the trunk with a rope of some sort. She must have tied the rope at least fifteen times or more. In no time my wrists were restrained so tight against the tree that the only movement I could make was the wiggling of my trembling fingers. The feel of the bark stung and tingled my skin. The rain made it all the more itchy and uncomfortable.

       “Tight enough for you,” she said sweetly, pulling the rope hard enough to make me squeak. My eyes shot open. The stinging rain trickled into my eyes. They felt slightly bloodshot. I looked up. I couldn’t see what Mia had done to me. My thoughts ran wild. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I’ve been restrained before by the typical novelty hand cuffs or with my partner’s bare hands on the bed or in a chair, but never have I been restrained and tied up this way, in this environment, outside in the pouring rain. I felt like some voodoo sacrifice.

       Mia glared at me mischievously; she was ready to raise such wonderful hell. She was soaked with rain, but it didn’t seem to faze her. She was at one with nature. Hot earth mother. Her hair wild and her attitude a powerful lioness. Dominant. Sexy. In control. More than ever I was under her hypnotic trance. She held a dark blue rope in her hands, swishing it back and forth as she stood in front of me.  

       “You look so fucking helpless already,” she laughed. “Try to escape.”

       I took that as an order. I roughly jerked my body left to right. I groaned like an animal that was just caught in a trap. The rope didn’t unravel a bit. My wild movements only made my wrists chafe against the tree bark.

       Mia smacked my right cheek and spit at my face. Her mark left a sharp, tingly sting. It aroused me. Her spit dripped down along my freshly smacked cheek, cooling down the faint heat that rose from my skin. It aroused me even more.

       “Bitch, are you trying hard enough?” she shouted.

       I nodded quickly.

       “I can’t escape…” I whined.

       “Call me Madame Hunter…”

       “I can’t escape Madame Hunter,” I breathed lightly, looking straight into her eyes. “You captured me. I am your prey.”

       “That’s right,” she smirked, pinching my left cheek. “And I can do whatever I want with my prey.”

       She pressed her nose against my smooth hairless armpit. She sniffed it eagerly. Her tongue slivered all over my pit, licking the beads of sweat. It felt so strange; it made my body shiver. The tip of her tongue flicked rapidly against my pit after she tasted my sweat. I laughed and squirmed. Then she nibbled into my armpit. Her pearly whites bit down hard into my flesh. I screamed.

       “Ah! That hurts Madame!”

       “Shut up!” she shouted. I obeyed, wincing and whimpering.

        She went to my other armpit, pressing her tongue firmly against it and using the tip to tickle me. I laughed and squirmed. To top it off, she bit down on the flesh of my armpit again, rougher and harder than before. I screamed louder, feeling the pleasure in me igniting. Then she stopped. She didn’t say a word. She went behind me and tied the rope around the base of my breasts, making them bulge out. She created a harness that was perfectly held together at the front while she tied the rest of the rope at the back of the tree trunk, tugging me harder into it as she made stubborn, beautiful knots. It kept the harness together in one piece. I was completely stunned at how quick and intricate she performed this bondage on my breasts without even looking at me from the front. By the time she was through, my breasts were the size of ripe, round oranges, forming a light tint of blue in minutes. I tried to move my body. The rope was so tight. I couldn’t move, period.

       After she bonded my breasts, she quickly wrapped the rope around my waist intricately, creating a cincher-style spider-web like pattern. The rope held me even tighter and harder against the trunk of the tree. My stiff back felt the sting of the rough bark, my stomach pressed down by the tight rope, my wrists already pounding with pain, and the inside of my armpits throbbing and stinging from Mia’s rough bite, which left a rosy-red medium sized welt in each pit. The hardness of my nipples only intensified with not just the bondage alone, but by the cold air as the rain poured harder. I couldn’t move. My eyes were close to tearing up. I panted loud and heavily. I was somewhat scared, excited, but thrilled at the intense sensations of being tied, slapped, spitted on, and bitten to the point of no escape. Only my legs had the freedom to move.  My feet stayed firm on solid ground. The sight of me aroused Mia. I could smell her cunt in the cool wet air, all moist and dripping with lust.

       “What a beautiful bondage you are…” she smiled sweetly. “I created a work of art.”

       She kissed my hard nipples and licked it, swallowing them into her hungry mouth. I groaned and wrapped my legs around her waist, moving her towards me. Her slightly hairy pussy smacked against my smooth and naked pussy. She devoured my breasts like a juicy apple while rubbing her wet fingers against my pussy lips, teasing them playfully. I made sharp squeaks from time to time. I squealed the more she got into it. My nipples never felt this hard and intense. The lapping and circling of her tongue and the way she lightly nibbled them made me explode into an instant orgasm.

       “Oh honey, you came already? What a slut you are.  I’m just getting started…”

       She patted her fingers against my pussy lips, my cream covering her fingertips. She slid two fingers inside of me with such ease, adding a third for equal measure. I moaned louder than I ever moaned before. I had a burning itch to move and unrestraint myself. My wrists were stinging. My arms were growing tired and weak from being held up for what felt like such a long time. It was the best of all sensations. I loved the pain, the humiliation, the suffocation of sweet release. Mia, the dominating bitch. She knew it, felt it, and took advantage of this newfound high.

       “Mmm…honey…you feel so good inside. So warm and fucking tight.”

       She finger fucked me until I came again. When she pulled out, I was throbbing. Her fingers glistened with my creamy juices.

       “Open your mouth.”

       I obeyed. She forced her cum-covered fingers into my mouth.

       “Suck every drop my little whore!”

       I sucked her dirty fingers clean, tasting every gooey drop of my pussy juice. She pulled out of my mouth and sniffed her fingers. 

       “That’s a good girl…you sucked it clean. I can’t even smell your cunt on my fingers.”

       She caressed my wet hair and my cheek, eyeing my breasts and my nipples. She pulled something out of the paper bag: a bunch of small wooden clothes pins. My eyes widened. My heart thundered. I knew exactly what she was going to do.

       “Are you sure you’re ready for this torture, my slut?”

       “Yes I am!” I panted. Was I truly ready? I had no choice.

       She clamped the first wooden clothes pin onto my left nipple. I closed my eyes and screamed. A surge of pain thundered through my body, but seconds after an electricity of intense, hot, stinging pleasure flowed through my veins and into my nipple. She slid three slippery fingers into my creamy hole again. She pumped them in and out of me slowly. With her other hand she clamped on another clothes pin onto my right nipple. The pain once more surged into it. I was shaken up from head to toe. The highly charged sensation was mind-blowing.

       “How does it feel my dear?” said Mia, circling her finger around each clamped nipple.

       “I-incredible…Madame…”

       “Ready for more…”

       Before I could react, she clamped ten clothes pins on each breast, around my nipple area, slowly at a time. I screamed in soft agony with each pin she clamped onto my flesh, all twenty of them. Oh the hot, fiery pinch and the thunder of pain! Tears ran down my face. It hurt so much. But I couldn’t tell her to stop. I had no choice but to endure.

       I was almost afraid to open my eyes and look down when she was through. When I did, I saw that each clamped part of my skin was dark red.

       “Oh my fucking God!” I shouted.

       I was going to explode. The pain was killing me softly. My mind as well as my body was being taken over and fucked senseless. 

       “You love this, don’t you my pain slut?” Mia grinned wickedly.

       “Yes Madame Hunter, I love it!”

       The clever bitch; she managed to still pump those three fingers in and out of me with such speed and agility while the other hand had done its devilish scheme. I moaned and whined from the pleasure and the pain. Then I started to cry.

       “Aw, my little pet. You’ll get used to the pain soon enough…”

       She kissed my lips. Then she went down on her knees, my crotch at her face. Every inch of my body was pounding. She pulled out her fingers and slid her wild tongue inside of my tight little cunt hole, thrusting and plunging into it in a way that a man had never done as well before. My pussy tensed up like a closed fist. She crammed that tongue in deeper and deeper. My hole tightened around Mia’s tongue, not wanting to let go. I couldn’t contain myself. I was releasing my pussy cream in seconds and seconds, filling her mouth up like an overflowed fountain. My intense bondage and torture eventually was too much for me. I released not only loads of cum but a stream of pee into her mouth. I never peed in anyone’s mouth before, nor had any desire or fascination with golden showers. I was so embarrassed.

       “I-I didn’t mean to pee in your mouth Madame!”

       “Oh!” she squeaked. “Mmm…what a lovely surprise! I wasn’t expecting to make you so wet and horny that I’d make you pee. Your pee tastes so sweet and delightful. I want more.”

       “But I don’t think I can pee again so soon…” I whimpered, feeling like a helpless pup.

       “You will!” she barked. “And I have the perfect thing that will help…”

       She took out a cucumber from the bag. It was 8 inches long and 5 inches thick with lots of firm, medium sized bumps all over. My eyes widened. The thing was just so fucking huge.

       “Have you ever been fucked by a man with a dick as long and thick as this cucumber?” she asked.

       I shook my head.

       “No, Madame, I haven’t. Not even close.”

       She read my eyes; she knew that I wasn’t ready for it.

       “You’re going to take it all in slut…”

       She eased the tip into my hole. It burned and stung a little because of its massive size. She forced it into me mercilessly. I breathed in and out slowly, still afraid, nervous, and more than anything, overwhelmed with Mia’s dominant fire that could scorch and destroy an entire forest. I felt so fucking lucky that she was scorching and destroying mine.

       She pushed 3-inches of the cold cucumber in me. I screamed. She slid an inch more into me, no matter how much it hurt. The cool, bumpy feel of it sliding into my stubborn little hole was overwhelming, intense, but incredible. My cunt hole slowly began to stretch.

       “You like it, my slave. You love being fucked by a cucumber, don’t you?”

       She pumped this huge vegetable in and out of me rapidly. Before I knew it, I felt seven inches of the cucumber crammed into my throbbing pinkness.

       “Oh God!” I shouted.

       “Cum for me!”

       She was so impatient. She wiggled the cucumber up and down faster and faster, ramming it against my pussy walls, making my legs kick with madness. I felt so fucking stuffed, stretched, and fulfilled. Once more, I couldn’t contain myself.

       “Here it comes Madame Hunter!”

        I exploded loads of cum following a heavy stream of pee. She quickly pulled the cucumber out of me and crammed her lips against my cunt hole. She swallowed and gulped every drop of my juices. Her mouth engulfed my pussy and my clit, slurping every bit of my golden nectar and cum that was left behind. She couldn’t get enough of me. She gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide. My pussy hole made a wet, clink sound as a sign that it was gaping wide open, inviting Mia to look inside of the darkness.

       “Oh honey!” she groaned.

       She used her fingers to stretch my pussy wider. It made a light, whistle sound each time I flexed my muscles. She quivered with excitement.

       “Oh god, what a huge gaping cunt hole!”

       She put her nose into it, sniffing it like a dirty whore.

       “You smell so fucking good…”

       She pulled out her nose and then slid her tongue inside of my hole about an inch deep. I groaned and moaned with ecstasy. She swirled it around in a slow, circular motion and flicked it up and down rapidly. Oh god, it felt so good.

       “You taste so fucking delicious, my love…”

       “All for you Mia…” I whispered.

       I looked down at my lovely girl, absorbing everything: her eyes, her face, her skin, her inner-dominatrix, her outer-beast woman, and her true love for me. What bliss. Watching her tease, suck, and play with my gaping hole was such a turn on. I never had true emotions like this before, this feeling of another body being a part of me, and me being a part of this body, together, completely whole.

       “I love you Isabelle…”

       She kissed my clit, and then stood up slowly, trembling with pleasure. She held the cucumber in her hand, tapping the cum glazed tip of it against my lips. I bit into it, tasting my salty juices. She kissed my lips eagerly, wanting to taste the juicy cucumber as well.

       For the rest of that evening, after she unrestrained me from her bondage web, we made love in nature for hours. We went at it on the grass, on the benches, and against the trees. We were wild and free, our tongues the dancers in the dark, our rain drenched, sweating bodies the angels of the night.

       And that, my dear Stella, was the start of our beautiful, sexual relationship.

       ----------

       After Isabelle told her story, I’m not going to lie; I had never felt my panties so heavy with cum and my dick so hard; it nearly seeped and ripped through the fabric.

       “I want to meet this mad woman!” I grinned.

       “You will,” smiled Isabelle, who was so wet as well that I could smell the strong, sweet odor of her pussy. “Well, the reason why I came here today was to ask you something.”

       “What’s that?”

       “Mia and I are going to live together in a rental home. We want you to live with us.”

       I was ecstatic. I wanted to instantly say yes, but my mind stopped to think. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel comfortable living with two girls, and two horny ones at that. It wasn’t about the money. It wasn’t even about the fear of living on my own and having ultimate independence and freedom. It was my mother. I didn’t want to leave her. The ultimate hell I endured while I was away at college was not being able to see her everyday. It was hard for her too. We have always been inseparable. I was afraid that moving out for good would untie that sacred ribbon. Isabelle looked into my eyes; she read me like a book.

       “Your mother will be fine Stella,” she reassured me. “And you will be fine without her, at least while you’re away. It will be a new adventure for all of us.”

       “A new adventure eh?”

       “Yes. And if it makes you more comfortable, there will be an extra person living with us, a man that is. His name is Victor, he’s French.”

       “Ooh là-là, a French man,” I grinned. “Is he cute?”

       “I would say so.”

       “Does he have a girlfriend?”

       “Not that I know of.”

       “Do you think he would be comfortable living with a gal like me?”

       “He knows a little about you already, he’s looking forward to meeting you.”

       “Alright then,” I smirked. “Let’s do it. Let’s all live together.”

       For the first time in my life, I was excited for a journey, this journey of being part of the real world outside of my home, outside of my comfort zone, outside of my mother’s raw, wonderful presence. I was ready to take on the world as a real independent woman. I didn’t know where my future would hold living with my dear friend, her eccentric, kinky girlfriend, and this beautiful stranger that I knew nothing about. But what I knew for sure was that this newfound freedom was going to train me to become somebody brand new. I could feel it. 

THE TRAINING OF A TRANSSEXUAL…PART 3

                                                                       BY MISS PISS

       Six weeks after Isabelle asked me to live with her, her girlfriend, and this Frenchman named Victor, I was already packed and ready to move into my new home. I had all the emotions that anybody has when leaving their maternal nest and building an entirely different one: a state of empowerment, excitement, urgency, nervousness, and fear. And on top of that, this nest wasn’t going to be completely mine to call my own. This gave me a sense of comfort and relief when thinking about the financial part of it, but as a whole, it was deliciously mystifying and yet scary at the same time. Living with Isabelle has always been a dream of mine. We are so beautiful together that we could make the perfect wifey and wife. I didn’t know anything about Mia and Victor. Other than knowing how much of a kinky mistress Mia was from Isabelle’s story, and being told that Victor is French, I had no idea who these people were. Later I was told that Mia was 28 (4 years older than Isabelle and me) and Victor was 26. That was all. In those six weeks, I never saw a picture, received a phone call, or learned anything new about them. It was agonizing; I wanted to know more. Isabelle wouldn’t tell me anything except “I want you to get to know them in person.” Why was she trying to keep their identities a secret? This made my mother awfully suspicious. I knew deep down she was aching inside. Even though she was happy for me, and trusted Isabelle like family, she feared that my other two housemates wouldn’t see me for who I was: a woman. Instead they’d see me as some freak show, a transvestite, an adult man wearing a dress and some makeup and thinking he’s some blonde Audrey Hepburn. I reassured her that it was the last of my worries. I remembered Isabelle telling me that Victor knows a little about me. I assumed that anything she has told him, she has told Mia as well. What Isabelle had told them was also a mystery to me. I didn’t have the courage to ask. Isabelle knows everything about me, my secrets, my fantasies, my dreams, and my desires. I trusted her to not reveal anything too personal about me to Mia and Victor, but deep down, I was nervous as hell. What do they think of me already? Do they already perceive me as a freak show, a transvestite? Will they accept me for who I am? So many thoughts and questions ran through my head. But soon the day arrived at last. I was going to finally meet Mia and Victor three weeks before we actually moved in together.

       I was ecstatic and nervous beyond belief. I wanted to look and feel perfect. I wore my casual attire: black high-heel shoes, a shimmering vintage yellow top with a black skirt, a black silk garter, and fishnet stockings. It was a beautiful evening. The temperature was 75 degrees and the sky was starry and clear with the glow of the moonlight. We were to meet at Delilah’s, a restaurant/stripper club that Isabelle and I have gone to since our senior year of high school and during our college days. It was a decent place to just dance and party, eat some good food, have a few drinks, and get a lap dance from one of the strippers for $10. Nothing fancy, nothing wild or over the top. The lighting was nice and dim, the atmosphere comfortable and mellow, almost giving off a jazz club kind of feel. The music played there ranged from hip-hop, trip-hop, dance, disco, and classic rock. The people that came here were eclectic: young school boys, who had just turned 18, lesbians, gays, married men, single men, and drag queens once in awhile. That night had the same mix of people, many of whom are regulars, including myself.

        I reserved a table for four, sitting down and waiting impatiently. I looked around at all the people, wondering if any of them were the two strangers I’ve been waiting to see.

        Fifteen minutes later, Isabelle and Mia appeared, hand in hand.

       “Stella!” cried Isabelle once she saw me, running into my arms with Mia still at her side. She gave me a tight hug.

        “I hope we didn’t keep you waiting.”

       “Not at all,” I replied. “I just got here.”

       “Good, good,” she smiled, looking at her sweetheart. “Well, here’s the lady you’ve been waiting to see, my wonderful girlfriend, Mia.”

       Instantly I was mesmerized by the sight of her. There was one word that described her: stunning. She wore a forest green, flower patterned dress that reached five inches above her knees. It beautifully brought out the color of her hazel green eyes, which captivated you at first glance. What magical, hypnotic eyes she had. The dress also showed off her light and natural muscle toned legs and arms and revealed just enough cleavage at the top to make male heads turn. Her breasts looked to be in the C-cup range. It was so full and bouncy that you couldn’t help but be impolite and stare at them instead of her face first. It was impossible to not glance at her backside as well. For a petite girl, she had such a round, plump ass. I could imagine any guy in the room staring at it and thinking, “Damn, I’d love to fuck that.” Her straight and luxurious dark, auburn red hair was tied up in a bun with a green ribbon, which was tied in a girly bow. That and the bang on the side made her look adorably cute and sassy. She stood about 5’6.” She had a small baby woman face that didn’t show any signs that she was 28. It looked like she was going on 16. She didn’t wear much makeup, just mascara and a light shade of ruby red lipstick. Her skin was pale, but not a sickly pale. It was fair and glowing. Her cute little nose and perky full lips topped off her overall attractive, strange, and childlike aura. Even before she spoke a word, I could tell that she had a seemingly raw innocence about her. She was shy and introvert, smiling too much to hide her bashfulness. And yet you could sense that she was far more mature and experienced than how she looked in the face. Her sparkling, hazel-green eyes yearned to reach out and invite one into her soul. Raw horniness glimmered in those eyes too. Maybe I noticed it because I knew a little about her sexual side. Based on how the men and even some of the women in the room stared at her, lustful and envious, they could also sense and feel her raw sensuality as well.

       “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” said Mia, giving me a light hug and a peck on each cheek. Her voice sounded foreign. Her English wasn’t broken; she was very fluent in the language. Her accent seemed like a mesh of accents from places she has traveled, but I couldn’t tell exactly. It was interesting, soothing, and inviting all at once.

       “Isabelle has told me so much about you,” she smiled. “I’ve been anxious for this day to come!”

       She and Isabelle sat side by side in front of me at the table.

       “You’re telling me,” I chuckled. “I hope Izzy has told you good things about me.”

       “Of course,” she beamed, her eyes smiling.

        I noticed that she rolled her r’s like the Spanish and Italians.

       “She tells me that you’re fun and sexy, I can already see that she’s right.”

       I laughed, blushing and feeling suddenly shy. I was just stunned at how fucking hot Mia and Isabelle looked together. They were the hottest bisexual couple that I’ve ever seen. My cock lightly throbbed in my panties with the thought of watching them dance later in the evening after we’ve eaten and had a few drinks. I imagined them making out passionately, naughtily sliding a hand up each other’s dress on the dance floor, tickling each other’s pussy through their panties, squeezing each other’s juicy ass cheeks, and then heading towards the back of the room or to the bathroom to have a quickie fuck session with any naughty toy, or vegetable even, that they hid discretely in their purse. I could imagine them panting and moaning loud enough to make every man in the room go to the bathroom and masturbate because they could smell the strong, yummy odor of their horny cunts; there was no way that their ears could not hear the lovely sound of their orgasmic groans. My cock throbbed in my panties thinking about it.

       “If you don’t mind me asking Mia, where are you from?”

       “I’m from Iceland.”

       “Iceland!” I gasped. “Wow, are all girls in Iceland as good looking as you?”

       “In my honest opinion, not really,” she winked, giggling. “Nah, they’re all beautiful and sexy in their own way. Thing is, most Icelanders look the same, blonde hair, blue eyed, pale skin. I’m one of the very few odd ones who stand out with my hair color and my eye color. Funny thing, I dreamt and thought that my little boy would come out the same as me, but instead was born with blonde hair and blue eyes. He obviously got it from his father and the rest of my family.”

       “You are a mother?” I was stunned.

       “Yes,” she nodded. “My boy Oskar is twelve years old now.”

       She searched through her purse and took out her wallet, showing me a photograph of her son. He was a smitten image of Mia in the face. He had his mother’s skin tone and her full lips, icy silver blue eyes, and short blonde hair. He was a handsome young boy who wore glasses that made him look nerdy and cool at the same time. You could imagine that he would grow up to be one of those guys that girls adored and admired, but he would be too shy and sweet to approach them romantically and sexually.

       “Aw, he’s beautiful,” I smiled. “You must have had him very young; you look way too young yourself to be a mama.”

       “Well, yes, I had Oskar pretty young. I was sixteen and my boyfriend was seventeen. It was a shock because we only dated for four months. But at the same time, being so young, I was like ‘great, another person, yay!’ And our families didn’t care. Both Thor, Oskar’s father, and I had four brothers and four sisters, so we were surrounded by children, and we had lots of family support with our parents, aunts, and uncles helping us raise him. It was all wonderful.”

       “Is your son coming to live with us?”

       “Oh no, Oskar is living in Iceland with his father. I visit them once a year for Christmas. I think we’d be a bad influence on my boy if he lived with us.”

       We all laughed. I was already very attracted to Mia. She was hot, sexy, cute, and full of surprises. I never imagined ever meeting an Icelandic person in my life, let alone knowing one who was dating my sweet Isabelle. I was already horny enough by the fact that I knew that she could sure fuck my Izzy’s brains out, even at that moment if she wanted to. When she told me that she was a mother, I had an instant hard-on. She must have looked so fucking hot when she was pregnant with her round plump belly taking over half of her body. I bet she was still the sex raging demon during her pregnancy. Fucking through morning sickness. Fucking through cramps. Fucking through the good and the bad sides of carrying a child. What a lucky bastard Thor was to bang a woman like that, got her knocked up and probably fucked her brains out from the day their boy was conceived to the day he was born. I was envious of him and I didn’t even know him and had just met Mia. I wondered what happened between them, the reason why they separated. I wondered if it was because she was a handful, a bundle of raw untamed kinky sex that was too much for him to handle. I wondered what he thinks of her being in the USA and having an American girlfriend. I wondered how he has told their son that mama is a bisexual and is now dating a woman. I could imagine that their son understands because he loves his mother. I hoped he loved his mother to death just as much as I love mine.

       “Victor will be here in a few minutes,” said Isabelle, who was on the phone with him while Mia and I were chatting with each other.

       “Hehe, you will love Victor, Stella,” Mia grinned.

       “What does he look like? I really want to know!” I begged.

       “He’s very handsome,” replied Isabelle. “He’s 5’11,” has long and rugged brown hair, brown eyes, and a nice body, not muscular or well-built, just all slim and natural. He has a heavy French accent but his English is very coherent. And he wears glasses.”

       The way Isabelle described Victor produced a school girl grin on my face. I loved how she stressed the physical attributes that I liked in a man: a slim body, long hair, and wears glasses.

       “What is he like?” I grew the more and more anxious and curious.

       “He’s funny, passionate, polite, suave, romantic, quite the lady’s man.”

       I felt attracted to him already.

       “I have a very important question to ask…I’m not sure how I can put this into words...”

       Mia looked at me and said almost in a whisper, “Are you wondering what he thinks about you being a transsexual?”

       “Yes!” I blurted, relieved that this amazing woman had read my mind.

       “Well, he didn’t know what ‘transsexual’ meant when we told him. After we described who you are, he was a little bit confused, but he wasn’t turned off. So, let’s just say that he wants to know what you are all about.”

       I bit my lower lip.

       “That’s making me a little bit nervous. I hope he’ll like me.”

       “Of course he will!” Isabelle cried. “And speak of the devil…”

       The man I was waiting for suddenly appeared. He crept from behind Mia and covered her eyes with his hands, shouting “Salut ma chère Mia, ma belle fille islandaise!”        She laughed as he playfully bit down on her neck, afterwards giving her pecks on each cheek twice. He went to Isabelle and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, kissing her cheeks as well. My first thought was “fuck, what a gorgeous man!” He was everything that Isabelle described him to be. Yet before my eyes I saw more than just that. He exuded romance, sex, and seduction without seeming too full of himself. I loved that heavy French accent. It made my heart melt. I loved the way he dressed. Polished black shoes, a casual blue shirt, and a black jacket that matched his black pants. His overall presence lit up my eyes; I was instantly seduced by his exuberance and energy.

       “Ah, and you must be Stella…” he smiled, holding my hand and kissing it. “Enchanté.”

       “Merci Monsieur… enchanté…” I blushed.

       “Ah, you know some French eh?”

       “Un peu,” I replied. “Not a whole lot really.”

       “Ah…” he nodded, still holding my hand. He was exploring me with his gorgeous brown eyes. They were non-threatening, gentle, and sweet. They made my knees shake. I was nervous and trembling inside my body. I couldn’t tell if he was admiring me or judging me. I tried not to break a sweat.

       “Are you really a man?” he said bluntly. At first I was shocked and taken aback. I almost wanted to smack his face. But how could I smack a man like that? He kissed my hand again and cooed, “Because you sure fooled me. You’re very beautiful…Stella....”

       I was speechless. My heart fluttered. Tears almost welled up in my eyes. I never had a man tell me I was beautiful before, let alone a complete stranger telling me face to face.

       “That means a lot to me to hear you say that,” I replied.

       He smiled and sat next to me. Already I was feeling at home with Mia and Victor. All my anxiety suddenly melted away. I was finally free. We ordered a few glasses of merlot, mixed drinks, appetizers, and our main course. While we waited for our meal, Mia and Isabelle decided to go to the dance floor. Victor and I stayed at the table, enjoying our merlot while watching the two of them out there. They were dancing to Jimi Hendrix’s “Foxey Lady.” 

       “What a nice coincidence that they’re dancing to this song of all songs,” laughed Victor, sounding a tad bit tipsy after his third glass of wine, but remaining suave and cool. Even tipsy, Victor looked so fucking cute.

       We stared at them dancing. They looked so fucking hot and horny. Mia had her back faced to Isabelle, shaking those nice hips and rubbing that voluptuous ass against her crotch. Isabelle moved her hips side to side, dancing along to the beat and rhythm of the music while she slapped her hand on Mia’s ass, caressing it and squeezing it publicly with no shame. She slowly lifted up Mia’s dress. I caught a glimpse of her green thong and the plump cheeks of her ass. It was only for a second, but fuck, what a sight. Isabelle kissed Mia, sliding her tongue into her mouth. They kissed for a few minutes. Then Mia turned around to face my Isabelle. She kissed her deeper and pulled her hair. I couldn’t hear through the music, but I believe Isabelle gasped with shock and pleasure. 

       “Mmm…” Victor moaned. I quickly glanced down at his crotch. I saw the bulge in his pants grow right before my eyes. I gulped, keeping my eyes back on Mia and Isabelle.

       “They’re going to go to the bathroom and fuck before the food gets here,” said Victor, his voice sounding a tad bit deeper. “Watch.”

       They kept on dancing, grinding their hips against one another. Then, as both Victor and I suspected, they began to creep through the crowd and towards the ladies room. I couldn’t help it; I stared at his crotch as quick as possible. His bulge was huge. Victor began to laugh hysterically.

       “Oh god!” I gasped. “I didn’t mean to!”

       “What are you talking about?” he slurred, continuing to chuckle.

       “I…um…”

       He was so tipsy that he didn’t even realize that I was staring at his crotch for more than five seconds. I sighed with relief.

       “Sorry, you must think I’m going mad, laughing at two hot chicks who’re about to fuck in a public restroom. It’s just that it gives me déjà vu.”

       “How so?” I asked.

       “Did Isabelle or Mia tell you how we met in the first place?”

       “No, they didn’t.”

       “It’s a funny and pathetic story really, you’ll find it absurd. It happened about a year ago. My girlfriend Catherine and I went to a New Year’s costume party at this club that she always harped on about. Let me tell you first a little bit about Catherine. I loved her. I loved her more than any girl I had ever met, despite the fact that she was a lying, cheating bitch. She has always been afraid of commitment and has cheated on me many times throughout our relationship. She has even got knocked up a few times, but always aborted the baby, so who knows if one of them were mine or not. Anyways, I was so love drunk, submissive, and stupid that I didn’t care about her past.

       I was going to ask her to marry me during that party. Things seemed perfect. She and I went to the party together, laughing and having a good time. I was dressed up as the phantom from Phantom of the Opera and she was my enchanting Christine Daae. She also invited a friend of hers who’d meet us there. His name was Tom. I despised Tom because I always caught him checking out Catherine. Now, I’m not a jealous freak. It turned me on when guys checked Catherine out because I knew that they couldn’t have her no matter how much they looked. But with Tom, I was intimidated by him. Not because he was tall, dark, handsome, and muscular. He was actually quite unattractive, frail, too skinny, greasy black hair, looked like some drugged up slime ball. Somehow he always got any girl that he desired. I kept my cool though during the party when he came. They were just chatting about whatever, didn’t have a single drop of alcohol. As long as Catherine was clean and sober, she wouldn’t cheat on me. She hadn’t cheated on me for 8 months. So I was fine and I trusted her.

       Later during the party, she told me that she and Tom were going to go outside to smoke a cigarette. I let them do their thing. I wasn’t going to follow them or stalk them; I’d feel too guilty and ashamed to go that far. Deep down in my gut, I didn’t trust her with him. But I waited. I sat by myself on a couch, drinking some wine. Glass after glass I drowned in sorrow. She still hadn’t come back; forty-five minutes passed. I was sorta drunk, I admit, and too fucking lazy to look for her sooner. I just sat there, looking like a fool. Then Mia and Isabelle appeared. They were dressed up as Playboy bunnies, completely drunk, crazy, and as usual, horny. They both plopped down on the couch next to me, on top of each other, making out madly, their breast falling out from the top of their outfit. I just looked at them, grinning and not believing what I was seeing. Isabelle looked at me and gasped ‘Oh! We didn’t see you Phantom!’ I replied ‘I like your nipple ring, bunny.’ And she said ‘My baby bunny here did them for me.’ They introduced themselves to me and I introduced myself. Then I said ‘You two are hot lesbians’ and they stated that they were bisexual. Casually I asked ‘May I feel your nipple rings, you both have them I see?’ They both jumped on my lap, their breasts facing me. I squeezed them; teased their hard pierced nips with my fingers and with my teeth, and flicked my tongue against them and swallowed them into my mouth, each one at a time...”

       Victor closed his eyes, moaning deeper. I could see part of his member protruding through his pants. It looked quite thick and long. I kept my composure, thankful that he couldn’t notice my boner with the skirt I was wearing.

       “Yeah…it was nice…making them gasp and moan with pleasure as I played with their boobs and nipples. I forgot all about Catherine and that dickhead Tom. I was just too drunk to care. Plus, I was giving two hot and horny girls a fuckin’ orgasm; any guy would forgot the world if they were in my situation! I was so lucky. 

       After playing and sucking on their boobs for awhile, I had to go pee. I stood up and accidentally went into the lady’s bathroom. I unzipped my pants quickly and pulled out my dick as soon as I got there, opened one of the stalls, and began to piss before I could even see that somebody was there. Yeah you guessed it, it was Tom and Catherine! He was fucking her in the ass! She was wearing a diamond pink collar and he was holding onto the chained leash, fucking her like the bitch that she was. I peed on Tom’s ass, haha! He was startled, turned his head, and glared at me. He grinned and grunted, continuing to fuck her ass. Catherine was scared shitless. She was moaning ‘Fuck Victor, what are you doing in the lady’s room!’

       I was shaking, my blood boiling. I felt faint and wanted to collapse. I was almost in a panic. That’s when Mia and Isabelle appeared. The instant they saw the scene, they almost began to run away, but I grabbed them and said ‘Hello my bunny friends, that’s my girlfriend, Catherine.’ They were wasted and speechless. I slurred ‘You’re witnessing a special day today ladies. I’m going to ask my girlfriend to marry me tonight!’

        Mia laughed hysterically and shouted ‘Another guy is fucking her in the ass! And you’re going to do that, you idiot!’ What the hell, I thought. This was going to be the last time I was going to do it.

       I took the box out of my pocket, opened it, and cried ‘Catherine, will you marry me!’ I did cry. I was crying like a baby. That Tom kept on fucking her ass, pounding her harder and harder. She kept on moaning harder and harder. Again I shouted ‘Catherine, will you marry me!!! I love you!!’ Tom groaned ‘I guess that’s a no fucker.’ He laughed at me like a villain. I growled ‘Oh I will show you who the fucker is…’

       I dropped the ring, grabbed his ass, spread his cheeks wide, and crammed my dick into his asshole. I pounded him harder, rougher, and faster than he pounded Catherine. He screamed as if I was stabbing him in the back. Catherine screeched as if I was murdering him. Isabelle and Mia fell on the floor laughing. I turned my head as I pounded that fucker in the ass and smiled ‘What do you think ladies? Who’s the better ass fucker, me or him?’ Isabelle chuckled ‘Frenchman always do it better.’ I told Tom ‘Yeah, you heard these sexy bitches; French do it better don’t they?’ Catherine shouted ‘Stop it Victor! Stop it!’ ‘Oh don’t worry my dear,’ I moaned. ‘I’m not gonna waste my seed in his ass. I just need a place to piss since you’re blocking the fucking toilet!’

       I pissed in his tight ass. He screamed ‘Oh man, you’re fucking sick, you sick frog!’ I laughed and shouted ‘What’s sick is that you probably pissed inside your mother!’ I pounded him one last time, and then pulled out. Tom immediately pulled out of Catherine. I punched the fucker in the face and pushed him to the ground, punching him again and again until I broke his nose and left him there whimpering. Catherine’s face was in the toilet; she was going to vomit. She was bent over doggy style still, her ass slightly gaped. I stood up and cried ‘Oh baby, is that the best he can do? I gaped your ass wider than that more times than you can count…’

        I wanted to fucking kill the girl. I was so angry. I also wanted to hold her and embrace her and kiss her, make her all mine again. But I knew it was over. My love for her died. All I saw was a slut with a gaping asshole, fucked by an asshole. I was crushed, but I had to show my respects and say goodbye, and I did it the best way I could think of during that moment. ‘Well, my dear,’ I slurred, spreading her ass cheeks and stretching her gape with my trembling fingers. ‘What are you doing Victor!’ she screamed. I picked up the engagement ring from the floor and inserted it into her asshole, and I said ‘Now you’ll always remember me every single time somebody fucks your ass…’ Then I limped away, feeling a heavy weight anchoring down my entire mind and body into the depths of my despair. Mia and Isabelle held me up and helped me lift up my boxers and zip my pants. They walked me out of there and we escaped from the party all together. We were very tired, wasted, confused, and laughing hysterically over what just happened.

       We went to Mia’s apartment to celebrate the New Year instead. We had no more drinks. We smoked a little, ate a little, and talked a lot before the clock struck midnight. They reminded me of my sisters in France and my American stepsister who lives here; they’re fun, lively, entertaining, and smart. And by far, Mia and Isabelle have been the most generous Americans that I’ve met since I came to live in this country. They nurtured me that night from my pain. Despite what had happened, when the clock struck midnight it did feel like it was going to be a happy new year. Because of their love and companionship, a month later I was healed. I got a new job as a journalist for the local newspaper. I made really good money. I was myself again. I dated again too, just for fun, romance, and the pure pleasure of sex, and nothing more. I was happy and fulfilled. I no longer needed one woman in my life, no desire to marry anybody. Life was good. It got even better when Mia and Isabelle asked me to live with them. God, I love them to death. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be here. I would have probably killed myself over Catherine. But here I am, alive and well and happily single!”

       “Fuck…” I said. “Victor, you went through a lot of shit.”

       He nodded and chuckled, “C’est la guerre.”

       “Also, that’s the most fucked up story I’ve ever heard in my life!”

       “Yeah,” Victor laughed. “Literally! But hilarious, no?”

       I laughed. We both laughed. A few beads of tears were in my eye. I felt sorry for poor Victor. Just to imagine such a sweet, kind and romantic man like that having been treated with such humility! And yet he came out the more dignified and all the more sexy because of it.

       “I like you a lot Stella,” he winked. “You’re very cool, and as I said earlier, quite attractive. I never would have thought that you were a man if Mia and Isabelle hadn’t told me.”

       “Thank you…” I blushed, cringing slightly at how he has mentioned for the second time that I am a man. “I am a woman though, you understand that right?”

       Our appetizers came, which were a plate of Buffalo wings and celery. He munched on the celery stalk, looking at me with those warm, sweet, and caring brown eyes again. He was trying to understand me with those eyes; I could sense it and feel it.

       “I believe…I will understand more when we live together. Maybe one day, when you’re ready and comfortable, you can tell me what it means to be a woman.”

       “I don’t quite understand what you mean…”

       “Let’s not worry about that now,” he smiled, patting my hand. “I like you already, and that’s all that matters.”

       I nodded. Even though I was slightly confused, I loved the way he reassured that he liked me. It brought warm chills down my spine. I truly felt like a love-dazed school girl. I smiled and blushed while I ate some of the appetizer, gazing at him.

        Afterwards, Mia and Isabelle returned to the table. Isabelle’s hair was wild and messy and her lipstick was smeared. She didn’t bother to reapply her makeup. Mia’s hair was still straight and tied up with her pretty forest green ribbon. They both had hickies on their neck. Mia flaunted a tiny hickey on her left breast. The way Isabelle walked with her legs lightly shaking and slightly parted suggested that Mia fucked her brains out with a big dildo and strap on.

       “Finally you fuck birds have returned,” Victor grinned. “Stella and I here were going to finish this plate of Buffalo wings without you.”

       They giggled, sitting down and digging into the rest of the Buffalo wings.

       “What did you two talk about while we were gone?” asked Mia, her eyes, her skin, and her muscles exuding raw horniness more so than it did before.

       “Anything exciting?” said Isabelle.

       “I told her about the night we first met,” Victor chuckled.

       “Oh boy, now that’s exciting,” Mia smirked. “What do you think Stella?”

       “Fucked up, that’s all I can say, but almost a blessing in disguise.”

       “Let’s make a toast,” cried Isabelle, holding up her glass of wine. “Let’s toast to moving in together, forming greater bonds together, and having a fucking good time in our new home!”

       “Amen,” we shouted.

       The rest of the evening was paradise. Good food, more dancing, and a few lap dances from not only the strippers, but from each other. I gave Mia and Isabelle a lap dance, Isabelle gave Victor a few lap dances, and both of them gave it to him at once. Without a doubt, we were sexually charged individuals. I could only imagine what it was going to be like when we live together. I imagined it all night and every day when I got back home to my mother. I told her everything; she couldn’t believe how much my housemates and I clicked. She was happy for me and I was absolutely thrilled. In three weeks it was going to happen. I hadn’t seen them since we met that evening, but the thought of them quenched my thirst for the day when we’ll move in. Mia captivated me in person and in my dreams. I adored her. Victor seduced me in my memory. I was already having a crush on him. But at the same time, I couldn’t escape his confusion about my gender. I wondered what he meant by his statement about me one day telling him what it means to be a woman. The thought lingered for days and days on end. It stayed on my mind until the day I finally moved out. Afterwards, I forgot all about it.

 

                        

THE TRAINING OF A TRANSSEXUAL…PART 4

                                                                       BY MISS PISS

       The rental home that we lived in was situated in the suburbs. I was impressed by the pictures that Isabelle had sent to me weeks before we moved in, but when I saw this house in person, I was more than thrilled. The outside had a front lawn and a spacious garage to fit two of our cars inside and enough room to park the other two cars on the outside. It was a two-story house. The first floor was made with fresh hardwood, a spacious and homey living room with a fireplace, a fairly large kitchen, one bathroom, one closet, a study room, and a door that led to the backyard, which had a white picket fence and a full-blossomed apple tree. The staircase and the second floor was dark red carpeted. There were three bedrooms, a common room, and one bathroom. Together we made this house into a modern, cozy, and comfortable home, blending all of our personalities into every piece of furniture, lighting, painting, and any other accessory that we added into our humble abode. In the living room we put in two leather couches, a long and rectangular glass table, a TV, artsy portraits on the wall, and plenty of candles and a few pictures of our family members on the glass lamp tables, which gave off a mellow and comforting atmosphere. In the study room we put in a pool table, a book and music library, an old fashioned vinyl player and music system, and another couch, making it nice and relaxing. As for each of our rooms, we went as loose and wild with it as we wanted. Isabelle and Mia stayed in the same room together; theirs had a sexy burlesque theme to it with posters of nude burlesque women, 1940’s pinup models, and some photographs of Isabelle and Mia and a few of Mia, her son, and Thor together as a family. Victor’s room was simple, not much decoration, just a few posters of the French countryside, photographs of his mother, his two French sisters, Françoise and Amélie, and his American stepsister, Anna. I made the walls of my room as homage to women who inspired me: posters of Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Betty Page, and of course, my wonderful mother.

       It took us nearly two months to make our house into a home. At times it was stressful, chaotic, and exhausting to make everything just right, but before we knew it everything was perfect. We hosted a few house warming parties, inviting our friends, family, and some people in our neighborhood who welcomed us with open arms. It was fun, but not necessarily the type of partying that we would do if it were just the four of us and a few of our crazy party-animal friends. Eventually we got sick of parties. It was time to begin real life. Very quickly we got situated into our normal and predictable routine.

       We all woke up at around the same time, 7am, took a shower, ate a delicious, hearty breakfast, and then went off to our jobs. I still worked at Vintage Boutique; Isabelle was an assistant manager for a fashion company, Mia was a chef at a fancy 4-star restaurant, and Victor was a journalist for the local newspaper. The times we came back home always varied, but we usually made time to enjoy a nice evening together. We prepared dinner together, ate in the living room, watched TV, played pool, and sometimes drank lots of vodka, champagne, Irish beer, or wine in our common room, just having a laugh and telling jokes and funny stories of our past life. We easily became family. We never argued or fought, rarely got annoyed with one another, and didn’t have any rules except one: if one of us were to have a special guest, we must let everyone know an hour in advance. We must be kind enough to either leave the house or stay in our rooms for at least an hour or two until our special guest leaves. Of course, you can suspect what we meant by a “special guest.” I grew absolutely horny and anxious for someone to announce that they’ll have a “special guest” for the evening. If there was one thing that I was more excited about than living together with Isabelle, Mia, and Victor was the huge possibility of watching their sex lives unfold before my eyes. The arrival of a special guest in our home would make the perfect opportunity to quench that thirst. The naughty voyeuristic pervert in me stalked any pant, moan, thump, bang, scream, yelp, buzz, groan, cry, and whimper that suggests love making or fucking going on anywhere in the house. I could hear it, smell it, and sense it anywhere; the tingle in my cock doesn’t lie. Whether it was behind closed doors or not, no matter where or when, I was going to hear it and do my best to watch everything. And I mean everything.

       To my slight disappointment, a special guest didn’t come as soon as I hoped. That’s not to say that no one in the house had sex. Isabelle and Mia fucked in their room, in the shower, in the study room, and in the living room frequently. Without a doubt in my mind, Victor sometimes came home extremely late during the week because he was out partying and fucking women, but just didn’t bring any of them over to the house. Regardless of the fact that I didn’t actually see and only heard some of this happen, it didn’t stop me from taking advantage of my wildly curious, perverted, horny urges.

       There were many moments when I came home and nobody was in the house but me. I would go inside Isabelle and Mia’s room, go into their panty drawer, and sniff their fresh and smelly thongs and panties, getting absolutely aroused by their scent. An odor so sweet, not too strong, but filled with the pungent perfume of wet pussy and dried cum. I would sometimes wear them. They didn’t always fit me perfectly, but regardless, I felt so sexy trying them on. At times I searched through their closet, hoping to find their sex toys and costumes. Unfortunately for me, they kept all of their naughty playmates in a locked suitcase. Dammit. But to my surprise, I discovered Mia’s photo album. I searched for photos of her when she was sixteen years old and pregnant with her little boy. I found two. One was of her looking about 6 months pregnant and sitting on Thor’s lap in what looked to be the Icelandic cottage that they lived in. Fuck, no wonder their son was so handsome. They were such attractive and beautiful looking people even at sixteen and seventeen years old. Mia hasn’t aged at all, only grew ripe with wisdom and experience. Thor hasn’t aged either with his raw and rugged ice-prince look that reminded you of a young modern day Viking. And lo and behold, the other photo was of a fully 9-month pregnant Mia, nude in a black Icelandic desert setting, tenderly cradling onto her huge and round belly while standing up. I assumed that Thor was the one that took the picture. I could only imagine how happy, proud, and horny he was. I tried not to do this, at times I resisted, but I couldn’t hold back. I masturbated to these two pictures and came non-stop. After I was done, I put them back exactly where they were, clean and unbent. Luckily, I never got caught doing these perverted acts and invasion of privacy.

        In Victor’s room I found stacks of pornographic movies and piles of Playboy magazines under his bed and some that he put in the bathroom. It wasn’t a big deal to me; I’m personally not a fan of Playboy. What I was surprised to find under his stack of boxers in his drawer were novellas and articles about the female dominatrix and female domination, short stories with BDSM, F/m themes, and the most tantalizing of all, pictures of men being sat on, stepped on, tied down, pissed on, and whipped by their intimidating, full-figured, vinyl wearing mistresses and put in some of the most complicated, painful, and uncomfortable looking positions that I’ve ever seen. Some of these men were forced to endure the pain of their mistresses stepping on their back while she was wearing thigh high ballet boots, sitting on their faces as they wore leather head masks, probably making it hard for him to breathe, and being made to drink her piss by wearing a ring gag. I was shocked, entranced, and overwhelmed. I never would have thought Victor would be into this kind of sex. I not only masturbated to what I found, but also with the thought of Victor participating in these acts and loving every dark, gruesome, painful minute of it. My sex-raged obsession only increased when I found a list of phone numbers in the same boxer drawer. The first name on the list was Mr. and Mrs. Ivy. There were other names that suggested in my dirty mind that these were the phone numbers of fuck buddies, casual sexual encounters, and flings. I wondered how often Victor called and saw these people in person. I could only imagine what they did to him and what he did to them. I couldn’t stop; I came and I came and I came with the constant thought of the sexual games they played. Since the day that I discovered Victor’s hidden BDSM fetish, I hoped and actually prayed that one of Victor’s special guests would come over to our home. Praying for these special guests was my religion. Then one day, after waiting for so long, the prayer was finally answered.

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       It was 8 PM. Only Victor and I were in the house. We were in the living room, relaxing on the couch and watching some television. Victor’s cell phone rang. When he answered it, the biggest grin appeared on his face as he listened to the caller, nodding and chiming “yes ma’am, yes ma’am, yes ma’am.” When he hung up, he immediately got up and told me “Stella, I have special guests coming tonight, so you know what that means.”

       “No problem,” I winked. “I will leave soon.”

       “Please be gone in at least an hour. Let Mia and Isabelle know that I’ll have guests over too, okay sweetheart.”

       He kissed my cheek quickly and then scurried upstairs to the bathroom as if he was in a hurry. He was taking a shower. I quickly unlocked the door that led to our backyard, so that way when I walk out the front door I can go back there and creep into the house. I would creep upstairs, look down, and watch anything and everything that happens in the living room, being extremely sneaky and quiet of course. I wondered who these special guests were. I couldn’t wait, and neither could my monster cock.

       When Victor got out of the shower, he smelled and looked absolutely amazing. He wore cologne that was light and seductive. His long brown hair was slicked back with water, bringing out his clear skin and gorgeous dark eyes. He was dressed up in a black waiter suit, wearing a black collar around his neck with a bow tie at the front. He was clean, sharp, and professional from head to toe. He already looked like somebody’s bitch, ready to serve for his or her pleasure. He was in the kitchen, scurrying around cleaning the counter tops and stove, and then collecting pots, pans, silver platters, wine glasses, forks, knives, spoons, and plates, ensuring that everything was clean and spotless. Then he began to cook a scrumptious meal that perfumed the entire house. He prepared a fresh spinach salad with his special homemade vinaigrette dressing, French onion soup made from scratch, a plate of Swiss cheese, cheddar cubes, and saucisson, his delicious roast rack of lamb with mint sauce, a fruit salad, a plate of chocolate truffles, and chilling our finest glass of pinot gris in a bucket of ice. Victor was a fabulous cook; half the foods that he made were from his mother’s recipes. He made an entire meal that looked fit for a king and queen. Through the heat in the kitchen, he didn’t break a single sweat. When he began to hurriedly glance at the clock while cooking the rack of lamb, he appeared equally ecstatic and nervous.

       “Oh my, who are you cooking for, the queen of England?” I said to Victor.

       “I guess you could say that…” he smirked, covering the spinach salad and the plate of cheese and saucisson on their own silver platter with a silver lid. “If you don’t mind Stella, can you please leave now, my guests should be here any minute now and I’m just almost finished setting up everything.”

       “I will lover boy,” I smiled, kissing his cheek. “Have fun.”

       “À demain,” he waved.

       I put on my heels, got my purse, and I left. I walked a block away from the house, called Isabelle and Mia to let them know about Victor’s rendezvous, and then turned back. I snuck into our backyard and hid behind the picket fence, having a clear view of our drive way. I was already caressing my panty-covered crotch as I waited. I wore one of my favorite sheer pink thongs especially for this occasion. It was already moist from my anticipation of seeing the special guests show up.

        In fifteen minutes, a limousine pulled up to the drive way. The driver opened the door. Out came a couple, a man and a woman, who looked like movie stars. They were dressed in the finest clothes and flaunting the most sparkling and obviously expensive jewelry that the average person in the neighborhood couldn’t afford. From afar I could tell how stunning the woman looked. She is what I called the voluptuous black diva. She stood about 5’10.” She had smooth cocoa brown skin, plump dark red lips, beautiful wide hips, a slim waist, huge breasts, a deliciously plump ass, long, muscular, and powerful killer legs, and nice muscle toned arms. Her coal black hair cascaded down her back with a glossy shine and soft curls at the end, giving her an aura of sass and sweetness all packed into one mighty fine package. She wore a ruby red strapless dress that perfectly showed off those big and round tits of hers, a pair of “fuck me” red pumps that perpetuated the strength of those bare naked, magnificent legs, and a matching red waist cincher that accentuated her perfect hour glass figure. She was holding what looked to be a large, red leather saddle purse. She wore huge diamond earrings, flaunted a breathtaking diamond necklace around her neck, and glittering diamond bracelets on her wrists. She probably wore diamond rings on her fingers as well, but I couldn’t tell. Every accessory she had showed off her extravagant, spoiled rotten, rich and fabulous persona. Even if all of that was taken way, she would still look like a smoking hot Nubian goddess. She also looked young, about 25 years old or perhaps even younger. She had a sweet, sultry, and youthful face. Beside her was an equally wealthy and extravagant white man, dressed in a classy black tuxedo suit. I took him to be either her boyfriend or her husband. Most people, however, might have taken him to be her father. He was remarkably older looking than his lady. I guessed that he was about 50 years old. He stood about 5’11.” His short and straight silver fox hair was slicked back, bringing out his taut and healthy complexion. For an older guy, he was quite attractive and very handsome with a slim body that showed no signs that it was becoming wrinkled, sluggish, or fat from age. He still maintained his classic sex appeal from head to toe. His face was absolutely breathtaking. It was a look of confidence, fearlessness, and pride. Even from a distance, I could tell that his eyes were silver, cold and sparkling. I could sense from his overall strong stud-like presence and relaxed aura that he knew that he was the king of the world, being the envy of every man who wished to be in his shoes, and most of all, of every man who desperately wanted to be in his woman’s panties.

       As they were approaching the doorway, I quietly opened the back door and stepped back into the house. Classical music was playing. A few candles were lit. The food smelled more delicious. The entire mood felt like a romantic date to celebrate an anniversary or Valentine’s Day. I pressed my back against the wall, a few inches away from the kitchen where Victor was putting some things in the sink. I sneakily ran up the stairs to look down from the balcony. Voilà. I had the perfect bird’s eye view of everything down below.

        The doorbell rang. Victor sauntered towards the door. He was wearing leg irons. When he got to the door, he kneeled down on his knees and opened it. As soon as the couple stepped in he sang “Bonjour Monsieur et Madame Ivy” and immediately pecked passionate kisses all over their shoes. They looked down at him with naughty, devious smiles. Mr. Ivy traced his hand along Mrs. Ivy’s incredible ass, squeezing it and lightly patting it, letting out a soft grunt.

       “Waiter boy,” snapped Mr. Ivy in a suave and strict English accent. “Lie down on your stomach. Mrs. Ivy and I need to wipe the dirt from under our shoes.” 

       “Yes sir!” choked Victor, who was apparently struck by Mrs. Ivy’s voluptuous body. He collapsed down on his stomach, his face pushed into the ground by Mrs. Ivy’s shoes. She walked on his back with those feisty red pumps, wiping and stomping them all over him as if he were an actual floor mat. Victor groaned and gasped in light pain. I don’t blame him; the heels on those pumps were tall and sharp. It made me cringe watching it. Afterwards, Mr. Ivy stepped on his back and wiped his polished black shoes on him. It made Victor groan and moan even louder because of this man’s body weight, which looked to be less than 160. When they stepped off of him, Victor took Mrs. Ivy’s purse and put it on the side of the couch in the living room. The couple sat down, sitting side by side very closely.

       “We are starving,” cooed Mrs. Ivy in a soft and sexy English accent as well. “What’s for dinner tonight garçon?”

       Victor stood up tall and straight, his posture suggesting that Mrs. Ivy’s heels produced blood-letting scratches and bruises on his back.

       “I’ve prepared your favorite meal, Monsieur et Madame. The aperitif is a plate of cheeses and saucisson, the entrée is my homemade onion soup au gratin and spinach salad with my special vinaigrette dressing, the main course is a roast rack of lamb with mint sauce, and for dessert is fruit salad and chocolate truffles.”

       While he was telling them what was on the menu, Mr. and Mrs. Ivy were making out slowly, seductively, passionately. I could hear them moan. Mr. Ivy clutched onto Mrs. Ivy’s ass, lifted her up like a baby doll, and plopped her down onto his lap. Her massive breasts pushed against his chest. He swallowed her plump and luscious lips into his hungry mouth, kissing her like a wild beast wanting to devour her from head to toe. She roughly ran her fingers through his silver hair, moaning shakily. She was already going to explode and they hadn’t even got started. His hips began to thrust back and forth against her crotch from underneath her dress. My cock slowly grew to my full 8-inches, almost rock hard. Victor just stood there, watching them as if he were already restrained by chains. He couldn’t keep his eyes off them. If only I could see how hard and noticeable his cock protruded through his pants.

       “What the hell are you waiting for boy?” snapped Mr. Ivy with his fingers, glaring at Victor belittlingly as he was dry humping his wife. “Bring us a glass of pinot gris and that plate of cheeses and saucisson, allons-y!”

       “Oui monsieur!’ he squeaked, going towards the kitchen, nearly tripping on his leg irons which restrained him from walking smooth and naturally.

       Meanwhile, the deviously horny couple went into the 69 position. Mrs. Ivy unzipped her husband’s pants and pushed it down, taking out his fat and hard 5 inch cock. She stroked it lovingly, giving it kisses from balls to base, and then tracing her wet and wild tongue up and down the shaft, swirling it around the head. Mr. Ivy groaned “Oh god…” as he lifted up Mrs. Ivy’s dress, revealing her bootylicious gorgeousness. Fuck, what a nice ass that woman had. It was perfect. Round, firm, and very plump. She wiggled her ass as she sucked on his cock, bobbing her head up and down in a rapid pace. Mr. Ivy moaned loudly with pleasure as he smacked her ass many times, whispering “My dirty slut…” He spread her ass cheeks, licking her filthy asshole with that long tongue of his. She screamed “OMG!” His face was pushing deeply into her ass; it appeared like he was getting sucked into it whole. He was suffocating in her wonderful smell. He was tongue fucking her asshole good and deep. She yelped orgasmically. Mr. Ivy thrusted his hips and pounded his cock into her mouth with such rapidness and agility. Old age must come with immense sexual experience and fully ripe stamina, which was probably one of the reasons why she worshipped him in bed.

       Victor walked in on them, holding two silver trays, one with the two glasses of pinot gris and the other with the aperitif. He was already shaking with pleasure; I could hear the clink of his leg irons. He was speechless; he was probably drooling, wishing that he was in Mr. Ivy’s position right now. 

       “Oh fuck, baby, I’m coming!” gasped Mr. Ivy, squeezing Mrs. Ivy’s ass cheeks. Mrs. Ivy gagged. He deep throated her, force feeding her his creamy juices. Mr. Ivy moaned loudly; Mrs. Ivy must have just come. He crammed his face into her pussy, licking and collecting every drop of her creamy goodness. When Mrs. Ivy lifted up her mouth from his cock, I could tell that she was overfilled with his cum. She didn’t seem to spill a single drop; she gulped it all down. She sat down on Mr. Ivy’s face, smothering him with her scrumptious ass. She grinded her pussy into him, groaning “Drink all of me baby!” I could hear Mr. Ivy’s suffocated grunting as he was drinking her all up, rubbing that nice ass and smacking it when he was through. Poor helpless Victor, I bet he would do anything to taste a drop of her. 

       “H-here’s your w-wine and aperitif monsieur et madame…”

       “Good,” Mr. Ivy grinned. “Something to wash it down with, right my boy?”

       Both he and Mrs. Ivy sat on the couch normally again. Mr. Ivy didn’t bother to zip up his pants; his cock was out in the open for Victor to see, looking slightly hard still. They each took a glass of the pinot gris and sipped it. They probably savored the taste of each other’s juices more than the wine itself.

       “Mmm…get down on your knees boy. Keep your back completely stiff and straight like this table,” commanded Mrs. Ivy with such a wicked and dominating tone.        “Yes ma’am!”

       He gave her the tray of aperitif. He went into a doggy style like position. She used him as a piece of furniture, placing the tray upon his back and munching on the cheeses and saucisson. Mr. Ivy chuckled snobbishly while eating, staring down at Victor as if he was nothing more than property.

       “He makes quite a nice table my love, better than the ones we have at home.”

       “Yes he does,” she giggled. “I bet he could also take off our shoes while in this position too. Can’t you garçon?”

       “Yes ma’am…”

       “And if you drop a single piece of food boy, you’ll get a beating from me, understand?” shouted Mr. Ivy, looking stern, strict, and serious.

       “Yes monsieur…”

       Mrs. Ivy lifted her right leg up a bit, forcing the sole of her pumps against his nose. Victor moaned. He bit onto the end of the heel and pulled the shoe off her foot slowly and carefully. I heard the tray shaking; he was horny and nervous.

       “Good…good…” nodded Mrs. Ivy, wiggling her toes. “Now the other…”

       The wiggling of her toes made Victor excited; I heard him gasp. Mrs. Ivy was such a tease. She pressed her toes against his nose; it looked like she was trying to stuff one into his nostril. He sniffed them. He tried to lick them. Smack! Mr. Ivy slapped his face and spat at him twice.

       “You piece of shit, no toe licking aloud!”

       “Yes Monsieur…I’m deeply sorry Monsieur…”

       “It’s Master now, boy. Call me Master now.”

       “Yes Master…”

       Mrs. Ivy laughed and then lifted up her left leg, shaking her foot side to side. He bit onto the heel of her shoe once again. She forced an inch of the heel into his mouth and pushed it in, which made him gag and arch his back. The tray fell; the pieces of food scattered all over the floor. Mr. Ivy immediately got up and went into Mrs. Ivy’s bag.

       “Master, I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!” cried Victor. He immediately picked up the leftover pieces of cheese in a hurry as if it would postpone the beating that was going to ensue. His eye glasses fell off in the process. As he tried to pick them up, Mr. Ivy kicked his side roughly, holding a 21” cat-o-nine tails leather whip in his clenched hands. Victor collided into the table, falling on his stomach, groaning in pain.

       “Get up!” Mr. Ivy roared. “Stand in the same position that you were in!”

       “Yes Master,” sighed Victor. He obeyed.

       “Baby, take off his shirt!”

       Mrs. Ivy did as he commanded. She viciously took off his waiter coat and his white shirt, ripping it off his back. I noticed that his shirt had a few spots of dark dried blood from when Mrs. Ivy used him as a placemat to wipe her feet. Without saying a word, Mr. Ivy slapped the cat-o-nine tails against Victor’s smooth and bare back, grunting with frustration. Victor barked with each slap. 1, 2, 3, and so on, he barked like a naughty bitch that had to be punished. Mrs. Ivy just sat there, sipping her wine and caressing her crotch from underneath her dress. By the 30th slap, Victor was whimpering. The skin of his back was red, hot, and tender. I could even see the throbbing welts in complete formation. Being beaten so many times made Victor weak. He couldn’t hold on any longer, he wanted to collapse. Mr. Ivy had enough strength to go up to 50 more.

       “Please Master!” cried Victor, nearly in tears. “I’m very sorry.”

       “Apologize to the wife,” he shouted.

       “Apologize to me by worshipping my feet, slave.”

       “May I master?” asked Victor hesitantly.

       “If my wife says so, do it!”

       I sensed in his voice that he didn’t really want him to worship his wife’s feet. Without a doubt, he did anything to make his wife happy even if it meant fulfilling every ounce of her fantasies, whether he liked doing them or not.

       Victor bowed down to Mrs. Ivy’s feet, pecking tender and loving kisses all over them, one at a time. She relaxed, moaning orgasmically with the simple touch of Victor’s fingers caressing and massaging the soles of her feet. Mr. Ivy looked absolutely jealous; his wife was so turned on by Victor’s wonderful touch. Victor devoured her toes with no hesitation. He slid his tongue between the cracks of each toe, sucking on each one hungrily, giving loving undivided attention to each foot. He groaned “Oh Mrs. Ivy, you have such beautiful feet…they’re just as beautiful as your divine pussy and your amazing ass…”

       Mr. Ivy smacked Victor’s face and slapped his back with the whip, screaming “That’s enough! Bring in the rest of our supper before I lose my fucking patience!” 

       He got up immediately, limping towards the kitchen. He came back in with the spinach salad and French onion soup. He went back in the doggy style position, being used as Mr. and Mrs. Ivy’s table. They enjoyed the food and chatted casually about the pleasures of having sex slaves, ignoring Victor’s existence. Being whipped put Victor into complete obedience. He didn’t spill anymore food and even endured Mr. Ivy criticizing him on his misbehavior and mocking him. After they were done, Victor got up and served them the main course. They moaned orgasmically over the rack of lamb. When they were through, Victor waddled back to the kitchen. While he was away, Mr. Ivy kissed his wife, unzipping the back of her dress and pulling the top down, revealing her huge, round breasts. They were absolutely gorgeous, a gift from God. They didn’t appear fake, saggy, or over the top; they fit her hour glass body perfectly. Her nipples were big and perky, a toasty chocolate brown color that made them delectable. Mr. Ivy sucked each nipple into his mouth, nibbling down on them. It made Mrs. Ivy groan with passion. When Victor appeared, he stared at them like a hypnotic trance. 

       “W-Would you like your dessert Master, Mistress?”

       “I have my dessert right here…” moaned Mr. Ivy, beginning to hump his wife again. “So for now, you’re no longer needed slave.”

       “Isn’t there something I can do Master?”

       He didn’t say anything at first. He continued to suck his wife’s nipples until they were hard, glaring at Victor to watch him suffer. Then he stopped.

       “You can suck my dick. Make it good and hard. Afterwards, you’re gonna be forced to watch me bang the shit out of my wife’s pussy and asshole.”

       The instant I heard his command, I pulled my panties to the side and began to stroke my cock, wanking it up and down slowly.

       “Yes master…”

       “Since I’m in a fine mood now, I will give you a reward. If you don’t cum while you suck my dick and watch me bang my wife, you can join me when I bang the shit out of her again.”

       “Oh master, thank you!” Victor went down on his knees, kissing his feet all over. “I worship you master…”

       “You should be kissing and worshipping my cock, my filthy whore! Do it!”

       With no hesitation, Victor held onto Mr. Ivy’s cock by the base and licked the tip of the head.

       “Mmm that’s a good boy…lick the pre-cum off first…”

       I wish I could see more and elaborate more on how good of a cock sucker Victor must have been. He was so good that when he started bobbing his head up and down Mr. Ivy’s fat, growing cock, Mr. Ivy was shaking with pleasure and couldn’t control himself. He grabbed Victor’s head and forced him up and down his cock, controlling the speed, rhythm, and force. He throat fucked him; Victor didn’t gag at all. I was surprised. I wondered if this was the first or the hundredth time that Victor has sucked cock. He seemed very comfortable with having a man, who was about two times his age, cram his entire member down his throat. It was so hot watching this. Mrs. Ivy looked so fucking horny and mischievous while watching them too. She got up and went behind Victor, taking off his pants and pulling down his boxers. Victor’s cock was huge and thick, just like I imagined it, about 7 inches. She caressed his cock, tapping the head to ensure that not even a drop of pre-cum was coming out of him.

       “Oh God,” groaned Mr. Ivy, ramming his cock down Victor’s throat, even grabbing his hair and pulling it roughly as if he was mouth fucking a girl. “Fuck, it’s been a long time since I had a young man suck me this good!”

       “Mmm, he’s acting very good so far baby, his cock is still dry.”

       “Plug his ass with a butt plug baby. I’m sure he’ll like it, he’s such a dirty cunt!”

       She took a huge glass anal butt plug from the bag; it looked to be about 5.” Mrs. Ivy spat on Victor’s asshole and added some lube on the plug. When she began to insert it in Victor’s ass slowly, Victor’s hip jolted and he made a loud and hard grunt.

       “Mmm, you love this, don’t you filthy cunt…” breathed Mr. Ivy, slapping Victor’s face. “You love being my bitch…”

       “I brought something else too baby…” interrupted Mrs. Ivy.

       She went into her bag again and took out what looked to be a shiny black leather straight jacket. Mr. Ivy was surprised when she took it out.

       “Oh God Ophelia, you fucking bitch! Where the hell did you get that?”

       “I got this especially for our slaves, especially this one…” she slurred evilly.

       “Fuck, that’s a good girl, I love you darling…”

       She blew him a kiss and roughly lifted up Victor from the ground away from her husband’s member. She smacked his face and spat at him. Mr. Ivy’s cock was hard, but not hard enough. He made a cunning grin as he watched his wife put the straight jacket onto Victor’s sore and red body. Victor gasped with agonizing pain, disbelief, and bizarre pleasure. The straight jacket looked beautiful on Victor and he looked beautiful in it. He was completely bound. Victor’s freedom was in Mr. and Mrs. Ivy’s hands. If they left him there, alone and abandoned, there was no way he could get out of that straight jacket without helping hands. That turned me on immensely. I wanted to come, but I held back. The anticipation would make the release of my orgasm all the more explosive.

       Victor jerked left to right violently, letting out a tiny growl.

       “Haha, our slave is growing mad already!” laughed Mrs. Ivy. “He must be anxious to suck on your cock again…”

       She smacked his face and his ass. She wrapped her muscular arms around his upper body and forced him down on his knees in front of his Master. She forced his mouth open with her own hands. Mr. Ivy pushed his fat cock into Victor’s mouth again, pounding him harder and faster than before. With each thrust Mrs. Ivy spanked his ass repeatedly with the cat-o-nine tails. She even pulled the butt plug out of his ass and licked and fingered his gape, which made Victor squirm. The combination of being in a straight jacket and having a man and a woman do anything to him must have overwhelmed him, but was a major turn on as well. Mr. Ivy smacked Victor’s face, looking down at him.

       “Okay boy, my cock is ready. Are you ready for it boy? Are you ready to watch me bang the shit out of my wife?”

       Victor nodded. Mr. Ivy forcefully pushed Victor away from his cock; he fell flat on his sore ass. Mrs. Ivy checked Victor’s cock again.

        “His cock is still dry. He’s holding back very well.” 

       “Tie him down to the fucking table and put a gag in his mouth. I don’t even want him to drool while he’s watching me bang you.”

       Mrs. Ivy took a bunch of thin chains out of her bag. Mr. Ivy lifted Victor up and smashed him down on the glass table, flat on his stomach, his chin against the surface. Mrs. Ivy pressed the chains against his legs and around the table, wrapping it from his ankles to his upper body with the straight jacket on. Victor tried to move. He couldn’t. He was strictly bound. I never saw anybody look this helpless.

       “Now we need a gag,” Mrs. Ivy said. She took off her sheer red panties. She put it over his head so he can smell her pussy. She forcefully pushed some fabric into his mouth and made him bite down so he can taste how good she is.

       “Oh god, baby, I’m so hard!” moaned Mr. Ivy.

       He grabbed her and forced her to the ground on her back. Victor could see them face to face, straight on Mr. Ivy’s backside. Mr. Ivy took off her dress completely. His cock was hard and ready, eager to ram into her hot and amazing body. He lifted up her legs and forced her knees to her shoulder, pounding his cock into her pussy. She howled. He rammed in and out of her rabidly. The old man was such a fucking sex beast. Victor squirmed and groaned. I bet he wanted to cum right there and then, but he resisted. Victor so wanted to get a piece of Mrs. Ivy’s ass; holding back his orgasm meant the whole world to him since it guaranteed that he’ll be able to fuck her too. Probably the greatest victory of all in Victor’s mind was that he’ll fuck Mrs. Ivy even better than Mr. Ivy, so rough and hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk for days.

       “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum already!” roared Mr. Ivy. He slammed deep into her. He made a long, drawn out groan. He panted heavily, biting on Mrs. Ivy’s neck as he came inside her. She gasped and squeaked orgasmically. I quietly crept into the bathroom and came. Fuck, it felt so good. When I came back to look down on them a few minutes later, Mr. Ivy pounded her pussy again. Faster, harder, quicker, rougher. His orgasm was bigger and louder than before. He pulled out, spreading her ass cheeks.

       “Oh fuck, what a nice huge gaping pussy…do you see it my boy?”

       Victor breathed heavily and nodded. Mr. Ivy used his fingers to stretch her bright pink hole.

       “Mmm, this cunt hole is opening wider for me, what a sweetheart…”

       He put two fingers inside of her, swirling it deep inside her cunt hole. Then he inserted three or four fingers. He plunged them deep inside of her. When he pulled out, he wiped her glistening juices all over her asshole, spat on it, and slid two fingers inside of it, spreading them so he could look inside of her.

       “Mmm…fuck…”

       He lied down on his back and pulled her on top of him. He forced her back against his chest with her legs spread wide open and inserted the head of his cock inside of her asshole. She groaned and screamed as he gripped onto her thighs, pounding her fast and deep. It looked like Victor was struggling; he was dying to fuck this woman’s ass. He squirmed roughly like a madman trying to escape from his psychotic prison. It only took a few minutes for Mr. Ivy to explode in her asshole. Once he came, he pulled out and spread her asshole with his fingers.

       “Oh fuck…” Victor groaned in agony.

       The orgasm drained Mr. Ivy; he moaned with sweet delight. He and Mrs. Ivy relaxed for a few minutes, letting the pleasure wash all over them. Afterwards, they both got up, looking down at Victor. They laughed wickedly; calling him a cock sucker, pussy, slut, whore, and other foul names that made him cringe, but I bet he fucking loved it. They smacked his face with their bare hands, whipped him with the cat-o-nine tails, and stood on top of him on the table, pissing over his hair, on his face, and his ass, chuckling like wicked sex demons of humiliation and torture.

       “Mmm…so my boy, have you had enough? Did you cum at all?”

       He shook his head quickly.

       “We’ll see…,” said Mr. Ivy sternly. “If you haven’t, we can both fuck Mrs. Ivy at once; she loves nothing more than to be stuffed with cock in both her holes and having two cocks in her pussy and asshole too.”

       Mrs. Ivy took off the panties from Victor’s head and unraveled the chains.

       “God, thank you Mr. Ivy,” groaned Victor, looking up at him like a god. “I’m much honored to fuck your wife.”

       “But there’s one catch, boy.”

       “What’s that Master?”

       “You will fuck her with the straight jacket on.”

       “Yes master…”

       He lifted himself up slowly once the chains were gone; the straight jacket made it difficult for him to even do that. Mrs. Ivy helped him to get off the table and to stand up. She inspected the table to see if any drop of his cum stained it.

       “Mmm, so far so good, the table is dry.”

       Mr. Ivy grabbed Victor’s cock, twisting it so hard that it made him yelp like a pup and fall down to the ground on his knees.

       “I’m very impressed my boy…you must be dying to cum right now…”

       “Yes!” Victor screamed.

       “For being such a good slave,” said Mrs. Ivy, roughly lifting Victor up on his toes again. “You can decide which hole you want to fuck first. Baby, you will be forced to watch this time.”

       Mr. Ivy nodded. For the first time throughout this whole session, he looked completely submissive while his wife made all the stops to satisfy her every carnal need. He collapsed onto the couch, glaring at Victor with lust and jealousy.

       Mrs. Ivy got on top of the table in the doggy style position. She lifted her plump ass up a little and spread her cheeks. I could imagine that both of her holes were gaping big and wide enough for Victor to slide right in with ease. Victor made a heavy “oh yes” groan. He got on top of the table on his knees, licking Mrs. Ivy’s ears and whispering “I must fuck your asshole…your asshole was made to be fucked shitless…”

       “Your wish is my command…”

       She held onto the base of his cock and guided it to her asshole. Victor pounded his huge cock into her and banged her with no mercy. He made fucking with a straightjacket and leg irons look so easy.

       “Oh yes, god, I love your long, huge cock inside of me! Oh god, it’s in so deep!”

       Mr. Ivy was raving jealous. I could sense from his tense posture and erotic death-like stare that if he wanted to, he’d shoot a bullet through Victor’s brain. However, this was the sacrifice he was going to make to please his wife. Deep down, he fucking loved it, he had too. Even he couldn’t resist how hot it was to watch a sexy man like Victor bang the shit out of his wife, especially with a straight jacket on. Mr. Ivy’s cock grew; it looked so hard. He wrapped his hand around it and masturbated. Mrs. Ivy was screaming so viciously; oh god, I imagined how it felt to have Victor’s cock in my ass too. I was envious of Mrs. Ivy, the spoiled rotten bitch.

       “Oh god, I’m going to cum!” she shouted.

       And she came. Victor wasn’t ready to release his seed into her asshole yet. He pounded her for half an hour longer to make Mr. Ivy squirm and suffer; what sweet revenge! Mrs. Ivy couldn’t stop screaming and groaning with mind blowing, earth shattering pleasure that was ten times louder than when her husband fucked her. She came more than once. Then at last, Victor declared “Fuck, I’m cumming!” 

       And he came. Minutes later, Mrs. Ivy, Mr. Ivy, and Victor stood up at once. Mr. Ivy went behind his wife, picked her up, and inserted his cock into her asshole while standing up. He gripped onto her thighs as she spread her legs wide enough for easy access. Victor stood in front of her with his cock hard and stiff as a rock. He plunged his member inside of her greedy pussy with ease. Mrs. Ivy exploded. She wrapped her arms around Victor’s neck, holding on tight as she was being fucked in both holes. It was an amazing sight. She screamed so loud; Mr. Ivy and Victor pounded her with no mercy in perfect unison. They all came at once. I came as well. Afterwards they put Mrs. Ivy down on the table again. She stood on all fours. Victor stood on the table on his knees and inserted his cock into her asshole, thrusting in and out slowly. Mr. Ivy stood beside him, squeezing his member into her asshole as well. He grunted and struggled, but he got it in. Two hard, fat, juicy cocks were inside her ass. She screamed in pain and immense pleasure. They both pounded her in complete unison, so hard, deep, and rough. They both pushed her down into the table, her breasts pressed against the surface, her head turned to the side. After fucking her for fifteen minutes, they came inside her in what sounded to be in complete unison. I came again. They double fucked her pussy as well. Having two cocks thrusting and pounding her pussy made her pee. Both Mr. Ivy and Victor groaned and pulled out. They drank her golden fountain from the table top and even lapped up drops of it that fell on the floor. Afterwards, everyone collapsed on the floor, panting, sweating, breathing, and sighing. They were completely satisfied and fulfilled, and so was I.

       Fifteen minutes passed. The straight jacket was taken off of Victor. Everyone put on their clothes. Everything looked back to normal. Every toy was put back into Mrs. Ivy’s purse. Victor wiped down the table while still in character and wearing the leg irons. He served them dessert; once more they used him as a table. He was a good table, an excellent slave to the very end. They devoured every piece of fruit and chocolate. They were full in more ways than one. Afterwards, Mr. and Mrs. Ivy said their adieus to Victor and left. Silence. Solitude. Relief. Victor went into the kitchen and started washing the dishes, sighing with an exhausted but pleasurably ecstatic release. While he was there, I quietly crept down the stairs, passed by him without him noticing, and went out to the backyard. Hoorah! I wasn’t caught. I walked around the neighborhood, thinking about everything that I saw. It was an adrenaline rush and the ultimate sexual high for me. I couldn’t wait to see more for days and months to come.

       When I went back into the house, Isabelle and Mia had just arrived from wherever they were. The living room was tidy and perfect. Victor was fresh and clean again from head to toe, dressed in casual jeans and a T-shirt, and free from leg shackles. He grinned when Isabelle and Mia asked about his spicy rendezvous. He was proud of the fact that he was going to keep it his naughty little secret. I was more than proud that his naughty little secret was now a fantasy to call my own.

       

       

THE TRAINING OF A TRANSSEXUAL…PART 5

                                                                       BY MISS PISS

       So now you know a little bit about me and my naughty little secret. I was a pervert. My roommates never knew that I searched through their panty drawers and closets frequently for the pursuit of finding their adult treasures. Isabelle and Mia never discovered that I sniffed, licked, and wore some of their sheer thongs and bikini panties. Mia never found out how much it turned me on to see the two pictures of her pregnant at the tender age of sixteen. Victor thought that nobody in the house knew about his fetish. Not that he was trying to keep it a secret; he just wanted to keep it private. You would think that after his rendezvous with Mr. and Mrs. Ivy that I couldn’t look at Victor the same way again. Not necessarily so. Somehow it all felt like a dream to me, but a vivid and powerful dream that aroused me wildly in my sleep and made my bed sheets soaking wet. During the day and most of the time, my roommates and I was sane and normal people. So when naughty sex sessions were out in the open and special guests did arrive, it was like a fantasy and I was in my own voyeuristic world. I didn’t expect or pray for these things to happen the second time around. The other few times just happened. Bear with me as I tell you three other sexcapades that I witnessed before my life in and outside of the house made an unexpected change.

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       I woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss. Afterwards, I decided to go downstairs in the kitchen for a glass of milk. As I went downstairs, I heard music; to be precise, it was the Getz/Gilberto album, and the song that was playing was “Girl from Ipanema.” One lamplight was on, illuminating only half of the living room. I stopped at the next to the last step of the stairway when I saw Isabelle and Mia on the couch. My heart skipped a beat. I smiled. Mia was sitting on Isabelle’s lap, face to face, crotch to crotch. They were kissing. Call me cliché, but there’s nothing sexier than watching two women kiss. The whole world just stops when you gaze at them in the act. There’s something so hot and magical about it, especially when it came to my Isabelle and her Mia. The way they kissed was ecstasy. Isabelle’s lovely skinny lips dominated Mia’s full and supple lips. Mia in return dominated hers. Together their kiss was submissive, passionately willing to give themselves up in mind, body, and soul with the simple massage of the tongue against the other, the taste of each other’s saliva, and the sweetness of their breath and their soothing moans. Isabelle’s hands slid down to Mia’s hips, caressing it tenderly. Mia bit down on her lower lip and tugged it gently. She moaned and traced her hands on Mia’s ass. She lifted up the back of her aqua blue babydoll lingerie and squeezed those hot and juicy ass cheeks. I trembled. I loved Mia’s ass. Round, firm but slightly plump, defined in all the right places. The matching blue thong she wore accentuated it marvelously. I licked my lips, staring at its beauty. Isabelle sharply smacked each cheek about ten times, leaving visible hand marks behind. She pulled the thong to the side and slid a finger in between the crack of her ass. Mia gasped; it looked like she was trying to push it inside her hot, trembling asshole.

       “You dirty bitch,” Mia groaned.

       They kissed with more heat and eagerness. My breath grew heavy. Mia kicked her head back as Isabelle fingered her asshole. She moaned like a sexy demon. Isabelle slid the straps of Mia’s lingerie off her shoulders with one hand, and then grabbed one of her full and perky breasts and sucked on her rosy red nipple. She let out a sigh of orgasmic relief.

       “Ooh honey,” she cooed, running her fingers through Isabelle’s short coal black hair. “Oh yes, finger me and suck me deeper.”

       She let out a rough yelp. Isabelle must have pounded that slender finger in her asshole quite deep the instant she was told. Isabelle’s suckling on Mia’s breast was heaven to my ears. Seeing Mia grind her hips into her while she was finger fucking that asshole nice and deep made my senses go all wild and tingly.

       “Fuck,” whispered Isabelle. “Your asshole is so tight. And your nipples, mmm, they’re so sweet.”

       She gave undivided attention to each nipple, swirling her tongue around it, nibbling down on it, and sucking each one at a time. All the while she was finger pounding that ass with a vengeance. Mia slid the straps of Isabelle’s rose pink babydoll lingerie off her shoulders. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them firmly. She then took a bottle of honey that was on the table alongside other snacks that they prepared. She squeezed a medium sized drop of honey on her fingertip and smeared it on Isabelle’s nipples.

       “Oh god,” she shivered. 

       “Your nipples are gonna taste even sweeter,” Mia smiled.

       She swallowed one of the honey glazed nipples into her mouth; the suckling was louder and prouder. Isabelle kept on finger fucking her, moaning loud enough to be heard through the music. Mia hungrily sucked the honey off the other nipple and then massaged both of them with her gentle tongue.

        “Ooh baby that feels so good,” Isabelle whispered. “Your pussy is so wet.”

       “So is yours, I can feel it dripping through your panties my sweet.”

       Isabelle pulled her finger out of Mia’s ass and made her suck on it. Mia groaned as she tasted that finger. I could feel the raunchiness of her horny smile. I was in such a heavy erotic daze that I didn’t hear Victor walking down the stairs. He bumped into me while I was standing there.

       “Fuck, you scared me!”

       “Ah, you scared me too,” he yawned.

       “And you almost fucking scared us!” laughed Isabelle. Both of the girls lifted the straps of their lingerie back on their shoulders quick enough so Victor and I wouldn’t notice what they were doing. The bottle of honey was back in its original spot. They sat side by side normally with innocent smiles. They looked horny and embarrassed at the same time.

       “What are you two ladies doing up this late, or should I say early?” I said. 

       “Having a midnight snack,” Mia smirked.

       “At 3AM?” chuckled Victor, who looked and sounded groggy. “You girls are funny sometimes.”

       I stepped down into the living room; Victor walked straight into the kitchen. I leaned on the arm of the couch that the girls were sitting in.

        “So what are you doing up at this hour princess?” asked Isabelle.

       “I came down for a glass of milk.”

       “Je vois pas le lait,”grumbled Victor agitatedly.

       “Nous l’avons ici,” chimed Mia in broken French. She held up the milk carton. On the table there was that and a small bowl of almonds, the bottle of honey, a small tub of whipped cream, a bunch of red wine grapes, strawberries, a tangerine, an Italian eggplant, a bumpy yellow crookneck squash, a random roll of black duct tape, and to my surprise, a small water gun. This wasn’t just any water gun. It was a penis water gun that I gave to Isabelle as a gag birthday present years ago when she and I were fourteen.

       “Hehe, I see that you still have that old thing,” I smiled at Izzy. “I’m surprised that it’s not smashed into pieces by now.” 

       “It’s one of the best presents that anybody has given to me,” she giggled.

       “It’s just a water gun, silly.”

       “But it’s a penis water gun,” Mia laughed. “They don’t have gifts like this in Iceland!”

       “I will give you one for Christmas,” I winked.

       “Promise?”

       “I promise.”

       “Tell me where you got it so I can get one for Oskar and Thor, they’d have such a laugh with it.”

       “Sure, sure, I will get one for all of you.”

       Victor came in and took the carton of milk, pouring himself a glass. He gave me a glass as well. I drank mine slowly. He and I stared at Izzy and Mia without trying to come off as nosey little horn dogs. I could tell that Victor was eyeing their breasts through their lingerie. Their nipples poked right through the silk fabric. For some reason I couldn’t stop staring at the table with their display of snacks.

       “Do you want some almonds?” asked Isabelle, looking at me. “Grapes? Strawberries?”        

       “Oh no thanks.”

       “Seemed like you were drooling over them. Are you sure?”

       “Yes I’m sure, very sure,” I gulped.

       Victor finished his glass of milk with one chug.

        “Okay ladies, I’m off to bed.”

       “Me too,” I said.

       “Goodnight,” the girls waved as we walked upstairs. When we got to the top, Victor pulled me to the side and whispered into my ear, “If you’re going to watch them, tell me everything tomorrow morning. I’m crazy not to watch for myself, but I really need my sleep. Bonne nuit.”

       He went back into his room. I grinned like a very naughty girl, thinking how funny it was that our minds thought alike sometimes. I looked down from the balcony as I did before when Mr. and Mrs. Ivy came over. The view, as usual, was perfect.        Isabelle and Mia sighed with relief. They whispered something in each other’s ears, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Then they started to kiss again. This was the perfect opportunity for me to get closer, I thought. I was daring that night. I quietly walked downstairs as they were deep in their kiss and caressing each other’s body. I hid behind the couch across from them. I was curled up against it, poking my head out from my hidden place a tiny bit. Perfect. I could see and hear everything. More so than last time, I had to be careful and made sure to not breathe too loud when things got really hot and heavy. I couldn’t help but start trembling as I watched them making out. This time I heard the sound of their pleasure more clearly.

       “Mmm, all this kissing is making me hungry,” whispered Mia.

       “Me too, I’m starving. I’m craving almonds and honey...”

       “Your favorite treat…”

       Isabelle stood up to get the almonds and honey from the table. Mia lied down on her back, looking at her with that wide-eyed and child like face. When Isabelle sat down on her knees on the floor in front of her, she took off Mia’s lingerie, stripping her down to only her blue thong. I bit down on my fingers to prevent myself from gasping. Other than the pictures I found, this was the first time I saw Mia completely nude. She looked stunning with clothes on, but with clothes off, God, it was physical poetry. Her breasts were the secret to her womanhood and her motherhood. To imagine that they once were filled with milk and became the mouth’s cradle for her baby boy; blessed is he to be the most joyous one to suck them until he was too old to suck them anymore. The thought of it turned me on. Her breasts still maintained its perkiness, fullness, and youth just like the rest of her petite and beautifully curved body. Her waist was slim and toned. Fine hips. Slender thighs. Perfect little feet. Her pale skin oozed her sexuality. Raw, warm, magnificent, and divine. Isabelle worshipped her body with kisses from lips, neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, and crotch. Afterwards, she squeezed a thick amount of honey on two of her fingers. She brushed the honey along Mia’s neck. She took some almonds and stamped them against the honey. She made a cute and sweet necklace pattern out of it. Then she squeezed a string of honey from the center of the almond necklace down to her perked up belly button, pressing the almonds against the honey line. For the final touch, she squeezed a thick drop of honey on each of her nipples and planted a single almond on top like a perfect cupcake.

       “Mmm, you look so delicious baby. I can’t wait to eat you up.”

       Before Izzy dived into her, she grabbed the squash, which looked to be 5 inches long and 3 inches thick. She waved it at Mia’s smiling face, grinning as well.

       “Suck on the tip my sexy veggie whore” she barked.

       She pressed the thick, bumpy, bulbous head of the squash against Mia’s lips. She suckled on it as if she were giving a blowjob.

       “That’s a good girlie. That’s my good veggie whore. Suck it until it’s covered with your saliva.”

       Her mouth engulfed the firm yellow flesh of the head. She groaned softly as she bounced her head up and down it in a slow pace, gradually going in a faster pace. She gagged slightly as she made an attempt to deep throat it. The woman was determined. She managed to deep throat it. My mouth gaped to see about 2 inches of the squash crammed down her esophagus.

       “Ooh, that’s my girl,” gasped Isabelle.

       She smacked Mia in the face and pulled the squash out of her mouth. It was wet and glistening with her saliva. Isabelle crawled towards her crotch, pulling her thong to the side. My heart melted to see Mia’s bare naked pussy. When Isabelle spread her pussy lips, I wished that I could see the bubblegum pink slit. I could almost smell the fresh and musty odor and imagine the beads of moisture coming from it. Isabelle sniffed it, trembling at the smell. It must have smelled so good. She smacked her tongue against the pinkness and plunged it deep inside her. Mia groaned with ecstasy, her closed eyes expressing the intimacy, and her outstretched hands embracing the tenderness as she caressed Isabelle’s hair. Isabelle squeezed and caressed Mia’s outer thigh and ass cheeks while she ate her out. She squeaked over the pleasure. She swung her legs over Izzy’s shoulders and pushed her head towards her crotch deeper with those strong and lovely feet of hers. Isabelle growled like a horny dog, vigorously shaking her head as she ate her out hungrily, feeling the shake and quiver of Mia’s pussy walls that were probably dripping with her juices.

       “Fuck!” Mia squeaked like a startled girl. “I’m going to cum!”

       “Don’t cum!” Isabelle snapped. I could feel the dominant fire in her eyes and hear it in her voice. Oh my Isabelle, at last I saw you in action.

       “You aren’t going to cum until I tell you to. Is that clear?”

       “Yes my dear,” Mia cried shakily.

       “You know what happens when you don’t.”

       “Yes I do, my dear.”

       Isabelle wrapped her palm around the stem of the squash and inserted the head into Mia’s starved pussy. Her pussy sounded gloriously wet as she tried to force it in.

       “Mmm, tight little cunt,” Isabelle growled.

       She thumped the head against that pussy. It was no surprise that it was hard to get it inside; the head in itself was quite big. Mia kicked her head back, overjoyed, when an inch of it was inside of her. Gradually Isabelle slid a few more inches in. Mia’s feet and legs shook wildly as if it was filled with electrical currents. My cock instantly grew hard to see her pussy halfway stuffed with a squash. Isabelle smiled wickedly as she pumped it in and out of her slowly.

        “Don’t cum baby, not until I’m finished eating you.”

       Mia let out an orgasmic wail, closing her eyes tight. She was going to explode. I could tell that she wanted to cum so badly.

       “Hush!” barked Isabelle. “Do I need to gag you for being a naughty bitch?”

       “I’m afraid so my dear. I’m holding back but there’s no way I can remain quiet.”

       “Grab the tangerine!”

       Mia reached for it. The orgasmic electrical current ran through her arms while Isabelle was still pumping the squash in and out of her trembling, dripping cunt hole. She grabbed the tangerine from her and shouted, “Open your mouth.”

       Mia opened it; Isabelle stuffed the tangerine into her entire mouth.

       “My sexy fucking bitch…”

       She pumped the squash in and out of her faster. She forced it in so deep that only the curved tip was visible by barely an inch. I could barely hear Mia groan through her overstuffed mouth, just the heavy wheezing of her nose tasting the oxygen. My eyes widened when Izzy pulled up the stem of the squash by two inches and sat her little pussy down on it. Mia gasped with shock. Isabelle nearly screamed, but sighed with relief when it was comfortably inside of her.

       “Oh fuck,” she roared, looking down at both their pussies. You could no longer see the squash. It was discretely tucked and hidden inside their holes. She went towards Mia’s neck and ate each almond with just her mouth, munching the nut and smiling like a happy little bunny. When she ate all the almonds, she licked and sucked off the honey from her neck until it was nice and clean. She left a few hickies on her neck in the process. Mia breathed heavily. Her eyes expressed an orgasmic time bomb that was ready to ignite.

       “Don’t cum yet,” Isabelle demanded.

       She ate each almond off her tummy, tasting all of the honey with her lips and her tongue until her flesh was no longer sticky. When she was through, she lifted her pussy up away from the stem of the squash, which was covered with thick, white, and creamy cum. Tears were streaming down Mia’s face. She hadn’t cum yet. Not being allowed to cum was torture, especially when Isabelle was demolishing her pussy.

       She grabbed the stem of the squash and thrust the entire vegetable in and out of her faster and faster, sometimes pulling out quickly to gaze at her wide gape, and then pushing it back in, doing the same fucking pattern again and again. Mia bit down on the tangerine so hard that she pierced the skin. A tiny trickle of juice dribbled down her chin. Isabelle licked the juice from her face.

        “Are you ready to cum baby?”

       “Yes, very much!”

       Isabelle pulled the entire squash out of her, letting it drop to the ground. The squashed was glazed with a thin coating of blood. Her fingers stretched Mia’s pussy hole into a wide and heavenly circle. The lovely cunt clicked and whistled with each breath that she took. Mia kicked her head back roughly and then she came at last. Isabelle slipped her entire tongue into her cunt and swirled it inside of her hole rapidly, collecting every drop of her creamy white nectar. Mia’s hands caressed Isabelle’s face, saying “I love you” with a smile. She tried to lift her head up so she can give her baby a kiss. Isabelle opened her mouth and gargled the load of cum.

       “Look how much you filled me up!”

       She quickly sat on top of Mia’s lap, pulling the tangerine from her mouth and then sharing and savoring the cum in each other’s mouths. They snowballed it with such ecstasy. It was so hot and breathtaking. I felt damn lucky that I was witnessing it all. It was possibly one of the most erotic scenes I’ve seen in my adult life.

       “Baby, that was amazing,” Mia declared. Her voice was soft and shaky. They each gulped their share of her cum and sighed.

       “Now it’s my turn to have my fill.”

       “Oh oh,” Isabelle grinned. “Am I in trouble?”

       “No, you’re just going to be my veggie fuck toy now.”

       She roughly pushed Isabelle off her, making her land on her back. Isabelle’s legs were up high in the air like a naughty little girl who was eager to be fucked. Mia smacked both of her ass cheeks, harder and harder until it was red, hot, and stinging.

       “Tell me you’re my bitch,” Mia shouted as she spanked her.

       “I am your bitch! I am your fucking bitch!”

       “Get on the floor and down on your knees right now!”

       She obeyed. I had a perfect view of Isabelle’s cute little ass, which was nice and red, preciously decorated with Mia’s small hand prints. Her elbows rested on the couch, her hands pressed together as if she was praying. Maybe she as well ought to have been praying, not knowing what Mia was going to do to her.

       “Mmm I love this cute little ass,” Mia grinned, sitting down on her knees in front of it. “And I love eating out of it.”

       “Fuck, I know you do baby, and I love it.”

       “This time I’m going to eat out of it literally.”

        Isabelle didn’t say a word. I could see her legs trembling and hear the panting of her breath. I sucked on my thumb to hide the sound of my breath as well. My panties were dripping wet and my cock wanted to rip through its panty cage.

       Mia grabbed the Italian eggplant. It was large and elongated, reaching to about 7 inches long and 4 inches thick, and the skin was shiny and smooth. She put it beside her knees as she spread Isabelle’s ass cheeks, revealing her tight and stubborn little asshole.

       “Oh fuck,” she moaned, sniffing and licking it. “I can’t wait to eat out of it, but I must lube it up and stretch it first…”  

       Isabelle grunted loudly as Mia slipped her tongue into her asshole, forcing it in. Her ass was smacked every time she made a sound.

       “Oh god!” Izzy yelped. “It feels so good!”

       Mia growled like a beast as she ate out her ass, spreading her cheeks wider each time she pounded her tongue deeper into that tightly closed asshole. My main thought was that the only disadvantage I had at my hiding spot was that I couldn’t rush into the bathroom to masturbate. I held back every urge to, not until I quietly went back into my room and finished the job. It was a big surprise to me that I held back the whole time, especially when Mia grabbed the saliva covered tangerine, stood up, straddled on top of Isabelle’s back, and stuffed it into her mouth. I wanted to explode right there and then.

       “You’ll need this tangerine gag as much as I did,” Mia cooed, kissing Isabelle’s nose. “Trust me.”

       She sat in front of her ass. She took the eggplant and got a bottle of lube which was hidden under the couch purposely for “emergencies.” She covered the entire eggplant with a thick coating of lube, thrusting her hand up and down the neck as if she were giving a hand job. She slapped a coating of lube on Izzy’s asshole and slid her finger inside of it. Isabelle tensed up; I could hear a small inaudible groan. She slipped in two fingers, moving it around slowly in a circular motion.

       “Relax baby, relax your asshole. It won’t hurt as much, you know that.”

       When she was relaxed, the hole opened slightly. Mia tongued that filthy hole in and out of her, and then pushed the tip of the eggplant against it. I heard a loud and hard groan from Isabelle’s mouth. She wasn’t expecting what was about to happen.

       “You will love this, my sweet,” Mia whispered, kissing the small of her back.

       She moved the tip of the eggplant from left to right, adding a little bit of pressure to make some of it slide right in. It wasn’t easy. She had to push it in hard. With all her strength, it took five minutes to make three inches of the eggplant squeeze into Isabelle’s tiny asshole. Her cry was harsh and clear through her gagged mouth.

       “Do you love this veggie whore?”

       Isabelle nodded confidently. I wish I could see her face and even kiss her so she could forget the pain. Her asshole stretched slowly. Even with only three inches in, her hole seemed completely stuffed. Mia pushed another inch inside of her. A thick glob of cum oozed from Izzy’s pussy. Mia cupped it into her palm and smeared it all over her ass. She pushed another inch deep. That was all Isabelle could take.

       “Fuck, this asshole is going to be gaping so wide when I’m through with it.”

       She pounded the eggplant in and out of her slowly. It was amazing seeing her hole grow wider with each slam. I could nearly see the dark anal pinkness emerging while the eggplant was pumped in and out of her, faster and faster. Mia fingered Isabelle’s dripping pussy with two fingers while she was doing this, thrusting it in and out of that hole as well. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt once in awhile to suck the cream. When she was ready, she roughly pulled the entire eggplant out of her asshole. The instant she pulled it out, a tiny pudge of her anal sphincter poked out but was instantly sucked back in afterwards. Mia groaned like a starved wolf when she saw it. She spread the asshole with her fingers, putting her nose into it and sniffing it. Her tongue loved sliding into it. When she pulled out, she grabbed the strawberries. Each strawberry was of different size. Some were small, some were medium, and some were deliciously big and juicy. I couldn’t believe what Mia was doing to them. My jaw just dropped. She pushed one strawberry into Isabelle’s stretched asshole. Then she inserted another. And another. And another. And another. Her asshole wrapped around the last one as if it was trying to swallow it whole. It was official; that was one stuffed ass.

       “Mmm,” Mia smacked her lips. She took the tangerine gag out of Isabelle’s mouth. She choked on her saliva. Then she cried “Oh my god, you bitch! What did you put up my ass?”

       “Strawberries my lovely, my favorite treat.”        

       “Oh god, you’re so fucking weird and kinky and I love you!” 

       “All it needs is one of my favorite toppings, whipped cream.”

       Mia took the tub of whipped cream, opened it, and scooped a glob of the topping onto her fingers. She slapped it against Isabelle’s asshole where just the tip of the strawberry was poking out.

       “Ooh, it feels nice and cold,” she quivered.

       “You know I can’t have my strawberries without whipped cream and my grapes.”

       Mia picked up the bunch of grapes by the stem. Every grape looked firm, plump, and ripe. Isabelle turned her head slightly, biting her lower lip.

       “Let’s see how many grapes can be stuffed into your tiny cunt…”

       “Fuck…Mia…”

       “And I want you to count each grape that I put in, understand?”

       “Yes!”

       She plucked five grapes and inserted each one at a time.

       “One…” Isabelle shivered. “Two…, ….three…., ….four…., …five…”

       And the stuffing continued. 

       “…Six….,…seven…,…eight…,…nine…,…ten…,…eleven…,…twelve…,…”

       “Don’t stop until I slap your ass honey…”

       “…thirteen….,…fourteen…,…fifteen…,…sixteen…,….seventeen….,…eighteen….,…nineteen…,…twenty…,….twenty-one…,…twenty-two…,..twenty-three,….twenty-four…”

       Mia smacked her ass; the sound was as loud and sharp as a whip.

       “Twenty-four. That’s how many grapes it takes to fill a dirty cunt hole.”

       “Fuck…”

        “And coincidently, you are twenty-four years old. Too bad it isn’t your birthday so I could make it twenty-five. Sounds like an idea huh? Instead of giving you punches, I can stuff your cunt with grapes!” Mia laughed.

       “You kinky bitch…”

       “Now, I just need to be sure these grapes won’t fall out while I eat the strawberries out of your ass…”

       She grabbed the black duct taped and pressed a square piece over her cunt hole, adding about five layers. It stuck there nice and firmly.

       “Hehe, you weren’t kidding when you said that anything can be made out of duct tape,” chuckled Mia. “Fuck making wallets and dresses, its more fun to use it this way!”

       Isabelle kicked her head back, moaning loudly.

       “Wiggle that ass for me baby.”

       She wiggled it. Mia grabbed it and licked the whipped cream from her asshole. She groaned heavenly as she lapped up some of the cream.

       “Stand over me baby,” she panted, lying down on her back on the floor. “And bend over so I can catch the strawberries in my mouth.”

       Isabelle stood over Mia’s mouth with her ass bent over, targeting it perfectly. It was kind of funny to see how awkward she stood and walked, but at the same time, it was scorching hot. Mia spread Isabelle’s ass cheeks and opened her mouth. One strawberry plopped right out and landed into it. She ate it.

       “Mmm, strawberries taste more delicious coming out of your ass.”

       She pressed her lips against her asshole, tasting more of the whipped cream. Another strawberry shot into her mouth with the force of Isabelle’s hole. She moaned louder than the first taste. The third strawberry popped out of her asshole quicker than expected. It hit Mia on the nose. She giggled and smacked Izzy’s ass.

       “Any strawberry that falls on the floor, you have to eat it.”

       “Yes ma’am!”

       The forth strawberry fell into Mia’s hungry mouth. She ate it proudly. The last and final strawberry fell on the floor. She grabbed the two and forced them into Isabelle’s mouth.

       “Enjoy as I eat my grapes…”

       She pealed the tape off Isabelle’s pussy. She cupped her mouth around it entirely. When she moved away from it, her mouth was full of grapes. As she munched on them, the red wine juice dribbled down to her chin.

       “Oh god, nothing tastes finer and sweeter than pussy flavored grapes!”

       She cupped her mouth around her cunt again, letting the rest of the grapes fall out. She devoured them. Meanwhile, Isabelle ate the strawberries that came out of her ass. She grinned, licking her lips. As much as I’ve known Izzy, I never in my wildest dreams thought that she was this dirty. And she only got filthier.

       “I hope you’re thirsty,” she squeaked.

       A stream of golden pee washed into Mia’s mouth, fast and fluid.

       “Mmm, just what I needed to wash it down!”

       She gulped every single drop. After she had her fill of a long and fulfilling golden shower, she kissed Isabelle’s asshole and her pussy lovingly.

       “Oh honey, this was amazing. We’ve got to do this again.”

       “Yes, we will.”

       Isabelle caressed Mia’s hair, which was let down instead of in a bun or in a long braid. Those auburn red locks cascaded down to her hip. Both of them stood up and kissed each other long and passionately. They flopped back on the couch, their crotch against crotch. After kissing for a full ten minutes, they stopped.

       “Now all this kissing is making me thirsty,” smiled Isabelle.

       “Oh really?”

       “Yes, I want some milk.”

       She gave this dark and divine stare at Mia. She sat down on the floor, on her knees in front of her. She reached for the penis water gun. She filled it with milk all the way to the top. My eyes widened; by then my panties were soaked beyond belief. Mia opened her legs wide and spread her pussy lips, revealing her cute and lovely cunt hole.

       “Ready?” whispered Isabelle.

       “I’m very ready.”

       Isabelle inserted the head of the penis water gun inside of Mia. It slid in smooth and easily. She pushed three out of the five inches of the gun inside of her. Then she started pumping the trigger.

       “Let me know when you feel full…”

       “Keep going…”

       She kept on pumping.

       Thirty seconds later.

       “Keep going…it’s almost there…”

       Thirty seconds longer.

       “Okay, it’s done.”

       Isabelle pulled the gun out of Mia slowly. She hurriedly put her mouth under her pussy. The milk spilled right out. Most of it poured into her mouth. The drops that fell on the floor, she licked it up from there as well.

       “How does it taste?”

       “Very good, almost warm…very delicious…”

       She filled the water gun with milk again and pumped it into Mia’s pussy. She slurped every single milky drop the second time.

       “Mmm, I want some milk too,” Mia squeaked. They switched positions.

       “Bend over for me this time”

       Izzy obeyed. Mia spread her ass cheeks to glance at her swollen asshole. She inserted the head of the gun inside of her and began to pump. Isabelle cooed when it was completely full. When Mia pulled it out, a thin stream of milk squirted out. It looked like she was pissing milk from her ass. Mia drank all of it, and did it again the second time. Afterwards they relaxed on the couch, giggling, breathing heavily, and getting over their sexual high. They cleaned up their mess, gathered all the food, and headed towards the kitchen. As they went there, I got up and went back to my room, shut the door quietly and masturbated immediately. Next door I heard Victor masturbating too. With the loud and hard groans of our orgasm, we passed out and slept.

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       Later during the day, I figured that I didn’t have to tell Victor about what happened that morning. He begged for me to tell him the whole story anyway. It made him masturbate for hours. And on that same day, as I promised, I went online and ordered three penis water guns as an early Christmas present for Mia, Oskar, and Thor.

       

       

       

       

 

       

THE TRAINING OF A TRANSSEXUAL…PART 6

                                                                       BY MISS PISS

       Two days later on a Sunday afternoon, I caught Isabelle in the common room with light pink wrapping paper, tape, pink gift bags, and an assortment of little baby clothes and stuffed animals spread out neatly on the floor. I sat down on the floor next to her, picking up an adorable violet purple white polka-dotted dress and the tiny matching purple boots that came with it.

       “Aw, this is so cute!” I grinned. “Who’s having the baby?”

       “I’m having the baby,” Isabelle smiled.

       “You better be joking!” I laughed.

       “Hehe, my friend Stephanie is having a baby girl. She’s about 8 months pregnant now. Mia and I are going to drop by her house today and give her a private baby shower just between the three of us.”

       “Do I know Stephanie? I don’t think you ever told me about her.”

       “Well, I sort of did. Remember the redhead I mentioned to you, the one I had my first threesome with.”

       “Yes I remember that.”

       “This is the same Stephanie.”

       “Oh really?”

       “Yes, we’ve still kept in touch,” she winked.

       “Literally I bet,” I giggled. “How did you meet her?”

       “My ex introduced me to her while we were out for lunch. I was aware that he was going to bring a girl who would be part of our first threesome. She and I clicked immediately when we met and I was surprised at how attracted I was to her. The biggest surprise was that eventually I found out that my ex was cheating on me with Stephanie. Today they’re married and are expecting their first child.”

       “Damn, that must be awkward Izzy. And you’re still friends?”

       “Yes, surprisingly. It was a bitch during the time, but we overcame the drama and have kept in touch ever since.” 

       “It’s very sweet that you and Mia are throwing her a baby shower.”

       “Would you like to come along with us?”

       “Sure, I’d love to…”

       Fuck, the thoughts that were swirling in my brain. I contained my composure as I thought for a tiny moment about Isabelle and Stephanie in the threesome. I repressed myself from not imagining what had happened, but I was already wet nonetheless without even touching myself or day dreaming about it.

       “Would you mind helping me wrap these gifts? As soon as we’re done and when Mia is out of the shower, we can go.”

       “Sure, not a problem.”

       While I helped her wrap the presents in the pretty pink boxes and gift bags, of course my mind wandered in its horniest mode. Isabelle on the other hand thought about babies. I saw her face glow with this blossoming smile as she looked at each baby gift one at a time before they were going to be wrapped. Her eyes held onto the image of them as if she would never see anything that cute and adorable again.

       “Do you ever think about having children one day Stella?” she asked tenderly.

       I was slightly caught off guard by that question.

       “Well, I never thought about it,” I shrugged. “Never been around babies that much to even think about having one or two of my own. If I do, I obviously have to have them before I get my sex change. I can’t see that happening though. I want a husband, but I don’t need or really want to have children.”

       “That’s a shame. You’d have the most beautiful children.”

       “Thank you my dear, so will you. I bet you’ll have five or six of them, create a football team.”

       “I probably will,” she chuckled. “I’m not sure if I’ve ever asked you this, but…do you know when you’ll be getting a sex change?”

       “Well, I first have to go through psychological treatment so I can be diagnosed with ‘gender identity disorder.’ With my therapist’s approval I’ll have the rights to finally change my name and my sex legally and then undergo a sex change. It’s not exactly a cake walk, it will cost me a fortune and unfortunately I barely have enough money to afford any of it right now.”

       “If you need some money Stella I will be glad to help…”

       “No,” I stated sternly. “I want to independently earn and save the money on my own, no matter what I have to do or how long it will take.”

       “You’ve always been lil’ miss independent,” she smiled. “That’s a good thing.”

       “How’s the gift wrapping going,” chimed in Mia, who suddenly walked in, holding a large silver blue handbag. She had just finished showering, smelling like lilac and honey, and got changed into a simple short and sweet devil red dress with red boots, looking so cute and lively. Her hair was long and flowing down her back with soft curls at the ends, her lips lightly colored with red lipstick, and her flawless face stripped off of makeup, all pure, glowing, and natural. As usual, she was drop-dead gorgeous.

       “We’re just about done,” Isabelle grinned.

       Mia plopped down on her lap, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. I picked up the access wrapping paper and tape on the floor, making the area nice and clean again as she and Isabelle was having a little chat.

       “I’m so excited!” Mia squeaked. “I love babies. I’ve always wanted a baby girl.”

       “Would you want to have more children baby?” Isabelle asked.

       “Oh yes, the more the merrier! Oskar would love to have a few more half-siblings.”

       “I bet he would. Well, I think we’re about ready. Did you pack all the stuff with you?”

       “Yes, I have it in this bag here.”

       I didn’t want to be nosey by asking what was inside that bag and why it had such importance. It’s never polite to ask a lady, even those that I know so well. I bit my lower lip, thinking of the contents that might be inside it: eggplants, squashes, dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators. Any sex toy that was meant for easy travel, it was packed in that bag. On the other hand, I thought, they wouldn’t carry such things with them to a baby shower of all places, especially since me and Stephanie’s husband would be there.

       “Stella is going to come with us too.”

       “Yay, that’s great. Do you think Stephanie will mind?”

       “No not at all, she likes having guests over.”

       “I’ll feel bad if I don’t get her a present as well,” I blushed.

       “Don’t worry about it. She probably has plenty.”

       We all gathered the presents and then went into Isabelle’s car. She drove us to Stephanie’s place, which was about half an hour away from where we lived. Her house was also situated in the suburbs. The neighborhood was beautiful, quiet, and safe. It was the perfect place for housewives to raise their truckload of children and their businessmen husbands to come back to them after a long day’s work. Everything about the area reminded you of an old-fashioned, squeaky clean suburbia where nobody would think that the people their had secret love affairs, committed adultery, or simply hated each other for whatever superficial reason it would be. It seemed too perfect to be real.

       When we got up the driveway of Stephanie’s home, I saw a young woman’s face looking out the window through the blinds. I suspected that was Stephanie herself.

       “Aw, I can see her waiting for us anxiously,” Isabelle smiled.

        There was a splash of cheekiness in her voice. It sounded naughty and sweet at the same time. Throughout the entire ride, I didn’t know exactly what to think. My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt; that pain made me all the more hot and eager. I laid my hands over my crotch just so my protruded boner wouldn’t be noticed against my skirt. Keep it together girl, I told myself. You are going to a baby shower, not a brothel. I knew I had to calm down quick before I could even face Stephanie. It was hard. After all, the woman was eight months pregnant. No matter how she looked, whether she was fat, ugly, short, or too tall, in my eyes she was going to be the hottest bitch in the world to me. Keep it together girl, I chanted to myself in my head over and over.

       When we got out of the car, I carried three of the baby presents while Isabelle and Mia held the rest of them. When we got to the front door, we didn’t even have to ring the doorbell; Stephanie opened the door for us. She had one of the most amazing smiles I’ve ever seen on a lady. She had perfectly straight and pearly white teeth and such perky, full rosy pink lips. Her hair was a luxurious strawberry blonde, cut short, reaching down to her shoulders. Her eyes were as bright green as Isabelle’s and her skin was as pale and divine as Mia’s. She wasn’t a very tall woman, just reaching about 5’4.” Her smooth and flawless face was sassy and feline-like, uniquely sexy with a Lolita-like charm. Her smile was innocence; her eyes were dirty sex, I could tell. The image she portrayed in her style, appearance, and attitude was definitely angelic, soccer mom, which overshadowed the sexual inner and outer beast in her. Therefore, nobody would have expected that she was a freak. She was probably liked, admired, and looked upon by every wife and mom in the neighborhood. When I first gazed my eyes on her, I stared instantly at her stomach. It was a huge and round watermelon belly; it was out like a sore thumb through her tiny and petite figure. Her simple and sexy pink dress brought out the beauty of that glorious pregnant belly, showing some cleavage at the top with the straps naturally hanging down off her shoulders slightly. Her breasts were round and huge. They didn’t exactly proportion with her small body. It was probably her pregnancy that caused them to grow larger than she probably expected. Nonetheless, it was instantly hot and eye-catching, especially those nipples, which I could see through the top of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which suggested that she sure wasn’t shy to show them off. They were the largest nipples that I’ve ever seen. They were so fucking hard that a slight breeze could make her orgasm multiple times. I was shaking with pleasure and nervousness when she spoke. My eyes couldn’t stop staring at those damn nipples.

       “Finally everyone is here!” she beamed, her voice ecstatic and overjoyed.

       “Look at you big mama!” Isabelle laughed, giving her a hug. Mia instantly rubbed Stephanie’s belly, looking just as excited as I was.

       “You look so fucking cute girl,” Mia smiled. “As cute as I was when I was pregnant with my baby Oskar.”

       I could tell that she and Stephanie had met before. Something in the way they looked at each other and smiled at each other reminded me of a shy and timid lust and passion that was going to burst like a bubble at some particular moment. I was nearly breaking a sweat as I stood there, grinning and acting calm, cool, and casual.

       “How’s that son of yours doing?” asked Stephanie, caressing her pregnant belly with her long and slender fingers.

       “He’s doing great the last time I talked to him. One day I will bring him here to America so you can meet him too.”

       “That would be so lovely,” she smiled, looking at me. “Oh, and you must be Stella.”

       I nodded quickly, the smile glued to my face.

       “Oh, did you know I was coming here today?”

       “No, I’ve just been told such good things about you and I recognize your face from a picture Izzy showed me. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

       “Same here.”

       I wanted to shake her hand, but my hands were full. I even wanted to kiss her cheek, but I was too nervous and high-strung.

       “I’m sorry that I’m keeping you all out here holding those gifts, come in!”

       We stepped into her house; it smelled of baked sweets and spiced apples. I was impressed by how big and spacious it was inside. The living room was gorgeous, very classy and simple. As you walked in you could see a long, winding midnight blue carpeted staircase that led to the second floor, which looked equally large and spacious. The overall appearance of the house from the kitchen, the fireplace, the carpet, the ceiling, and every piece of furniture was a lofty but humble reminder that her husband made a fine and rich living and that Stephanie embodied the cozy and inviting feel of it.

       “Looks like you and John are keeping up this place nice and well,” said Isabelle.

       “Yes, surprisingly,” chuckled Stephanie. “Sometimes the nanny helps us out though. I sure will need it after the baby is born.” 

       “Is Jonathan here?”

       “No, he’s in Florida on a week-long business trip. So I have the house all to myself.”

       We went into the living room and sat down together on the leather couch. I was sandwiched between Isabelle and Stephanie. We placed all of the baby presents on the glass coffee table, which already had a few other baby presents lying there in a proud display. Stephanie went into the kitchen and brought out some homemade cookies, milk, and chocolate truffles. I kept thinking how cute and adorable she was each time I looked at her. Everything about her from her glowing face, big smile, and sparkling laughter exuded the powerful feeling that she loved being preggers.

       When we all sat down and munched on the sweets, Stephanie couldn’t wait to open the presents; she dived into them before we could even say which present is from whom. She awed and cooed when she saw each gift, ecstatic and extremely happy. Mia and Isabelle worshiped Stephanie’s pregnant belly; they couldn’t stop caressing it with their hands and fingers. I sat there timidly, smiling as I was watching the three.

       “C’mon Stella, you can touch it, don’t be shy,” said Stephanie, who seemed to sense that I was very shy and slightly nervous.

       She held onto my right hand and pressed my palm against her perked up bellybutton. I trembled. It felt orgasmic to touch her round pregnant belly. It was the first time I touched a pregnant woman’s stomach. I couldn’t explain why it was very erotic to me. I held my breath ever so slightly so that nobody could hear me tremble or squeak.

       “Ah,” I gasped in shock. I felt a tiny kick stir in the tender core of her belly.

       “You feel her kicking?” whispered Stephanie. Her eyes melted into mine.

       “Y-yeah…” I breathed. I kept my hand there, feeling another kick inside of her.

       “W-what are you going to name the baby?” I asked.

       “Her name is going to be Natalie.”

       “That’s a pretty name.”

       “Thank you dear. Do you have any children?”

       “No.”

       “Do you want any some day?”

       “Can’t say I don’t, but I find pregnant women very sexy.”  

       I couldn’t believe that I confessed that. It was the first time that I ever made that statement out loud and heard it proud and confidently from my mouth in front of anybody. I wasn’t ashamed to admit it, but I felt so damn embarrassed. Plus, it felt strange to say that in front of a pregnant stranger.

       “That’s a sweet thing to say,” Stephanie awed. “I wish more people would pay that sort of compliment to a pregnant woman.”

       “I hope you won’t forget to tell me that when I’m pregnant one day Stella,” Isabelle giggled.

       “Yeah it’s quite a compliment,” Mia nodded. “When I was pregnant Thor would always worship my belly, and even made love to me while I was preggers, but he didn’t confess that I was sexy. Of course though, I knew he had thought it.”

       “You’re lucky. John thinks pregnant women should be fully clothed when they start to show. He doesn’t think pregnant women are sexy, especially in the nude.”

       “That’s a shame,” Isabelle smirked. “There’s nothing sexier than pregnant women, right Stella?”

       “Y-yes…”

       I hadn’t felt that shy and embarrassed in ages. I felt as if they were all feeding into my sexual fixation towards pregnant women and eating it up alive. I was almost sweating; I drank a cup of milk to cool myself down. Naturally they continued on with baby talk, talking about being at the hospital and giving birth, the pains of labor, the joys of holding the newborn baby for the first time, the intimate moments of breast feeding, and so on. I listened to Mia elaborating on her own experience, giving Stephanie suggestions and advice. I observed Isabelle who was engrossed in the entire conversation, dreamy-eyed by the thought of having children of her own one day. At the same time, my main attention was on Stephanie’s breasts. She was too deep in the conversation to notice that I was staring at them like a pervert. Her nipples looked good enough to eat; how lovely they’d probably taste if they were dipped in chocolate, honey, or semen. I never sucked a woman’s nipples before beside my mother’s, but the thought of feasting on Stephanie’s slightly aroused me. As I drank my cup of milk, I thought back two days ago when Isabelle and Mia used their kinky milk gun on each other. It was so hot and erotic; I would kill to watch them do it again. Now I was sitting there thinking about drinking the pure and natural breast milk from Stephanie’s round and plump breasts. Each bounce and jiggle reminded me of when my mother breast fed me until I was six years old. She couldn’t get enough of the pleasure from my teeth and my soft gums nibbling down into her hard nipples while my tongue lapped up her sweet and creamy booby nectar, oozing out so smooth and freely. I could remember it so clearly then. The amazing feeling of drinking from my mother’s breasts still remained as if it were now alive and well in my beating heart. If my mother allowed it to this day, I would still suck on her nipples and pretend that there was a drop of milk inside to warm my hungry belly and fulfill my needy heart. I crossed my legs; I felt my cock stirring again from its short-lived sleep. I felt the urge to get up and go to the restroom to play with it. Instead I ate a few more chocolate truffles and drank more milk, about three glasses full.

       “Wow, you’re quite thirsty Stella,” said Isabelle.

       “Hehe, I’m very parched.”

       “Would you like anything else to drink?” asked Stephanie. Her left boob almost popped out from the top of her dress as she leaned slightly, but she caught it in time.

       “No thanks, milk is fine,” I gulped.

       “I have plenty of it,” she laughed, doing the shimmy with her cleavage jokingly. I choked on my glass of milk; I instantly had the hardest boner of the day.

       “Are you okay?”

       “Yes, I’m fine,” I coughed. “That was a good one Stephanie…”

       “If you want more milk or anything else to drink, just let me know.”

       She winked at me. Was this woman teasing me? Was this cute little mama trying to seduce me? I thought about it. She acted like such an innocent and hospitable housewife for one moment but then came out with a cheeky and naughty statement the next. I remained cool and normal on the outside, but deep inside I wanted to fuck anything that moved. I observed Stephanie more, noticing how at times she placed her hand on Isabelle’s knee and Mia’s thigh while they were all laughing and talking about babies. There was no mention of sex of any kind, but I could feel it creeping in the most casual and tiniest of these women’s hand and eye movements. I didn’t know where to look; my eyes feasted on their breasts, their thighs, their eyes, their noses, their lips, and their smooth and tender skin. Any direction I turned, sex captivated my mind and I felt it illuminating all around me.

       “Where is your bathroom?” I asked Stephanie.

       “Upstairs to your left, you can’t miss it.”

       “Thank you sweetie.”

       I stood up and walked upstairs. I adjusted my purple thong as I walked up, pulling it to the side a little bit and caressing just the head of my throbbing cock. When I got to the top, I grew immensely curious. I didn’t want to go to the restroom right away; I wanted to explore every room that was up there. I went to the right hallway, which was large, spacious, and unlit. There were three closed doors. The first door leads to the entrance of the nursery. The walls were all in white with pink flower patterns scattered all over like a beautiful painting made especially for a baby princess. The curtains were a soft, dreamy pink; the drawers were white with pink-shaded lamps on top, the baby crib was decked all in pink bedding with huge pink blankets and teddy bears surrounding it, and right beside it was a white rocking chair padded for mommy and daddy’s comfort. I stayed in there for a few minutes, admiring it all, and then went to the next room.

       The second room was an office room, spacious and comfortable with wooden desks that had scattered folders and papers, a flat screened TV across from it, and a computer. It was obviously her husband’s study room; everything about the look and feel of it was that of a hardworking and untidy businessman. Nothing exciting or special to arouse my curiosity.

        I stepped into the third room. I closed the door behind me when I went inside. It was their bedroom. It was large and spacious with a red wine colored king sized bed, at least two windows that overlooked their backyard, a fireplace made of marble, another wide flat screened TV, and a marble floored bathroom with a Jacuzzi style bathtub. Their room looked sharp, classy, and romantic. They probably had lots of sex in their amazing bed and bathtub. I could almost smell the sex in their room even though it was filled with the scent of fruity after-shower body spray, cologne, and expensive perfume. The thought of them having sex on their bed aroused me. I had the uncontrollable urge to search through each of their clothes drawers. The top was Stephanie’s section. She had a lovely collection of panties. Plenty of them were seamless, sheer, made of silk or cotton, in a variety of pastel colors, light purples, blues, yellows, greens, whites, and pinks. There was not a single dark colored panty in sight, not even in red or black. Her husband must hate dark panties with a passion, I snickered. I bet that she would get quite the spanking if she did. I smelled some of them; most were quite fresh and clean, but some smelled so filthy and dirty. It was as if she soiled them especially for her husband when he was in the mood to sniff her stinky panties secretly when she was busy cleaning the house or cooking dinner. She wasn’t quite the innocent suburban housewife after all; she was as naughty as the rest of them. She smelled so fucking good. The scent in her panties, so full, tingly, and powerful, suggested that her pussy got wet quite often. I wanted to wear this gorgeous French-maid style panty that was pearly white and had dainty little thrills on the side. Fuck, how impolite of me it would be to do such a thing. But what the hell, I tried them on anyway; a second or two wouldn’t hurt. When I tried it on, my cock instantly melted into the comfortable and cozy fabric. I blushed at how pretty and sexy it looked on me. What a naughty little girl I was, wearing a total stranger’s underwear. It somehow felt a billion times more amazing than wearing Isabelle or Mia’s panties. I wanted to wear them all day until we went back home. I had a bit more decency than that; so sadly, I took them off, smelled them one last time, and put them back in their place. All the panties were put back, perfectly folded and smelling the same. The other half of her drawer had jeans, pants, shorts, cute little summer and winter tops, and a few T-shirts. Very cute, casual, completely innocent and proper for a house-wife. In her husband’s drawer, I dived into his collection of boxers and briefs. When I smelled them I nearly gagged with pleasure. It was the same sensation as I had when I’d smell Victor’s underwear. I absorbed the powerful scent of his masculinity, the odor of stale sweat, the stench of air-dried cum. My mind went into its dreamy state whenever it fell into the scent of a man. It was so powerful to me that a single whiff would make me feel like the ultimate female submissive whore who would do anything to please her man, her god, her master. I suddenly noticed that there was a portrait of Stephanie’s husband, John, in a small frame on top of the drawer. He looked to be almost 30 and Italian, with smooth and tanned skin, full lips, brown eyes, suave short black hair, and a face that exuded everything that was classy, romantic, and seductive, the whole package. By looking at him, I could imagine how gorgeous their baby was going to come out. I wished that he was there in person so I could have had a closer look at his handsomeness. His underwear fulfilled that needy desire. My cock was dripping wet with the thought of him wearing it. I bet he had a nice ass and a mighty large cock. Stephanie sure was a lucky girl; Isabelle was just as lucky to have had him once. I sniffed his underwear one last time, and then put it all back as they were before. Afterwards I walked into their closet. It was full of business suits, a few tuxedos, classy dresses, and some lingerie from Victoria’s Secrets. It all looked nice, but something about it was very innocent and ordinary. Where did they keep their toys, their lubricants, their porn, or erotica? Surely they had to have some in the room, I thought. There was no way that such a hot and steamy couple could be so plain and vanilla in bed. I searched everywhere, under their bed, deep in the back of their closet, in their bathroom, and again in their underwear and clothes drawer. There was nothing. Maybe they really were the typical vanilla suburban couple. I didn’t leave their room disappointed, but I was quite surprised that I didn’t find anything dirty and kinky.

        I went to the left hallway and opened the door on my right. Just when I thought that I was going into the restroom, I stepped into their hidden playground. The room was as large and spacious as their bedroom. The walls were painted in blood red with only one window. The blinds were completely shut. In one corner of the room stood a sex swing stand with a love swing. At another corner there was a silver polished steel table with a stripper pole on top. On the walls there were hooks that showcased a variety of spanking toys: three different colored thong whips (dark purple, blue, and red), a forest green tassel whip, a black cock ring whip, two bullwhips made of brown and red leather, a red flicker whip, a black and pink riding crop, a large and medium medal stud paddle, a medieval style prisoners heavy rope, some chains, fluffy floggers made of horse hair, and a cat-o-nine tails. I drooled over every item on the wall. Everything looked so expensive, divine, and beautifully crafted, made especially for them. The leather perfumed the entire room. It was enough to make any leather enthusiast go weak at the knees and surrender to the master and mistress of the house. I bowed down to their holiness.

       On a long glass table there was an array of sex toys out in display. The ones that caught my eye instantly were the dongs. These weren’t the average sized ones for pussies who couldn’t take a good pounding. One was a beige colored, vein textured realistic dildo of Ron Jeremy’s cock with a wide flared base. I don’t need to tell you how long that thing was. Another dong was a realistic dildo of Dick Rambone. The smallest dong was dark pink, eight inches long, and quite thick enough to pack a greedy cunt full to its limit. There were also one set of anal beads and two butt plugs, one which was made of glass and the other made of black rubber. The anal beads were the size of golf balls; it made my ass pucker at the sight of them. The rubber butt plug was so big and thick that it made me cringe. It was hard to imagine that a humongous thing like that could even squeeze into an asshole. The other plug was beautifully crafted in sensually smooth glass with an egg-shaped body. The flared based was circular, which allowed the toy to stand up on its own. I was in awe at the sight of these massive toys. Stephanie sure could pack a lot into her cunt and asshole. Looking at her and at that petite body, I never would have imagined that she was this much of a size whore. It made me horny beyond my expectations.

       Under the table there was a cute rectangular bright purple box with a lock and key. The lock was open; I flipped up the lid. Inside of the box there were more toys, such as an 11” purple rabbit vibrator with rotating metal beads and a clitoral tickler, a slick 7” g-spot vibrator, a few bullet and egg vibrators, 9” traditional vibes, a bondage rope, two pairs of red and black latex gloves, nipple clamps, a funnel, a few metal cock rings, some diamond studded pink, black, and white collars, 4-foot chained leashes, handcuffs, suspension cuffs, and three sets of lubricant.

       “What a slut you are Stephanie…” I whispered.

       I wondered why the dongs and butt plugs were laid out on the table instead of the other deliciously erotic toys that were in the box. Why did she leave the box unlocked with company coming over? Did she use those before we came and had forgotten to put them in their hidden place? Possibly? Maybe? I had no idea.

       There was one closet in the room. When I looked inside I nearly burst into an orgasm. It was a fetish dream that came true before my eyes. There were five latex dresses, all shiny in pink, black, purple, or red. The first was a pink ballerina style dress with flair at the skirt. The second was a red flamenco dress. The third was dark purple, full in the front but the bottom cut out in the back for easy spankage. The fourth screamed “bow down slave” with its black mistress silhouette, and the fifth was black and red, completely strict and militant. Two dresses were made out of black leather, hip-hugging, slick fitting, and kick-ass sexy. The most gorgeous beauties of all were the corsets and bustiers. There were five of them. The first was Victorian style, red as roses with a black trim. The second was a Dita corset, made of white satin with black satin bonding. The third was sheer pink with leather bonding on the back and some on the center. The fourth was Asian inspired, made of red satin with gold opulent details. It was one of the most sensual of the bunch. The last one was a white burlesque hourglass corset with white garter straps on the side. I loved them all. And lastly, there were costumes: two nurse outfits, a police cop, a naughty school girl, a sex kitten, and a military babe. Out of all of them, I was dearly in love with the nurse outfits. One was made of pastel green latex with a creamy white trim. The top appeared tight-fitted, the sleeves were short, and the pencil skirt was provocative and resilient; it could shape and contort into almost any body type, accentuating all the goods. The outfit also had an apron, a nurse’s hat made of creamy white rubber with the surgical red cross stitched on each one, and a pair of pastel green pumps to match the entire costume. The other nurse outfit was also made out of latex. It was pretty identical to the other, but carried a more innocent and sweet as candy design. It was light pink with a beautifully contrasted white trim, came with a nurse’s hat, and pink garter straps at the skirt. This also came with an adorable pair of pink pumps to flaunt its hot and dirty splendor.

         “Fuck…” I quivered, trembling at the beautiful sight of this amazing wardrobe. And those shoes, goddamn, they were the ultimate in high-heeled shoes and boots. There was a pair of leather ballet ankle boots with a heel height of over 9 inches. Not only was Stephanie a size whore, she was quite talented in the shoe department. Even I couldn’t walk in those shoes; it takes talent to achieve such a thing. The leather domme knee-high boots were amazing; they made a powerful statement of dominant women the world over. The last pair of boots were made of black leather as well and reached up to the ankles. I nearly pissed myself. The sight of everything in the room gave me a thrill. I wanted to try on every fetish outfit and shoe, punish every dong, butt plug, and vibrator, use every flogging toy to punish myself, and even take a spin on the stripper pole and the love swing. I was at home in this place. I wanted to stay there all day, but I knew I couldn’t stay in the room forever. It would feel extremely naughty of me to masturbate in there, let alone spoiling myself with their things. Being a good girl, I went to the restroom as intended. Naturally, after taking a piss, I wanked my cock just for a warm up, eager to cum and explode, but deciding that I should keep the orgasm all to myself for the time being. 

       I went back downstairs with half-soaked panties. I walked down slowly, being quiet and sneaky. I wanted to spy on the girls just for fun, having no thought in my mind that anything exciting was going to happen. I predicted that they were probably still talking about babies. When I stood against the wall and turned my head to get a peak at them, Stephanie was laid back on the couch, relaxed and happy. Isabelle sat next to her on the right and Mia sitting next to her on the left. They both had their hands on Stephanie’s large and proud belly, rubbing and tickling it with their fingers. Stephanie loved the feeling; she laughed charmingly, but something in it sounded orgasmic.

       “So how has John been in the bedroom lately?” Mia asked.

       “Well…since the last time you girls came, nothing has been going on,” Stephanie sighed. “He won’t fuck me because he thinks that it’s going to hurt the baby.”

       “That’s a bunch of bullocks,” cried Isabelle.

       “He won’t even give head to your lovely cunt?”

       “Sometimes, but he has never been really into that.”

       “You poor baby,” Mia cooed, tracing her fingertip against Stephanie’s pouty lip. “Maybe we can help…”

       Isabelle smiled and pressed her mouth against Stephanie’s ear, sliding her warm and moist tongue inside of it.

       “Ooh…,” Stephanie shivered. “I…I f-feel bad that you ladies are fulfilling my needs for these past few days more than John has done since I’ve been pregnant…”

       “That’s why we’re here,’ Mia grinned. “To finish what your husband won’t start.” She slid her slender hand down Stephanie’s belly and towards her crotch. She fondled it through her pink dress; the touch of her made Stephanie let out a trembling groan.

       “F-Fuck…”

       “Mmm, I love how horny being pregnant has made you,” Isabelle smirked. “The tiniest touch on any part of your body makes you want to cum like a filthy whore.”

       Mia lifted up Stephanie’s dress. She wore the cutest pair of sheer pink panties.

       “Oh darling, are you already wet?”

       Stephanie nodded; her face had the innocence of a naïve, uncorrupted teenager.  Mia rubbed and tapped three fingers against her panty covered pussy, right beneath her cunt hole. Each tap made Stephanie let out such loud and pleasure filled moans. Isabelle teased and tickled Stephanie’s ear with her naughty tongue while her hands pulled down the sleeves of her dress completely off her shoulders. Two gloriously round, bouncy, and huge breasts popped out at the same time.

       “Shit,” Isabelle snapped. “Your nipples are so fucking huge!”

       “That’s what being pregnant does to a woman’s body sweetheart,” Mia slurred. She pulled Stephanie’s panty to the side and slid a finger into Stephanie’s hole. Isabelle played and fondled her humongous knockers as if they were novelty toys, her eyes staring at them in shock and wonderment.

       “Ooh, this tiny pussy is as warm as a pre-heated oven…so wet…”

       Mia pumped her finger in and out of Stephanie. Stephanie squirmed as if she had the most unreachable itch of her life. Fuck, I thought, Isabelle and Mia weren’t kidding; being pregnant did make this woman sky rocket into explosive ecstasy.

       “You filthy mama whore,” said Isabelle, her hands grabbing onto each of Stephanie’s breasts. She squeezed them hard while she was sucking hungrily on her ear.

       “You both make me feel so fucking amazing!”

       Mia pulled her finger out of her and spread her pussy lips, revealing her bright and healthy pink pussy.

       “Your cunt is so tiny and lovely,” she whispered, kissing her clit. “Mmm I can see your beautiful pinkness glistening with your juices…it’s hard to imagine that a baby is gonna come out of this tiny hole and stretch it beyond your wildest dreams…”

       She flicked her tongue against her sex; Stephanie reeled back her head and moaned long and hard, grinding her hips into her. Isabelle pinched her huge nipples with her fingers, her smile so cute and joyful.

       “I can’t get over how huge they’ve gotten Stephy…can milk come out of them yet?”

       “A tiny bit…”

       “How much?”

       “I haven’t tested it out completely yet…”

       “Let’s see to find out,” Mia grinned, giving a big whiff of her pussy and bathing it with kisses. Afterwards she went into her bag and took out two shot glasses.

       “I brought these with you in mind Stephanie…”

       She gave one to Isabelle. Mia sat back in her place next to Stephanie, cupping one of her breasts and bouncing it in her palm.

       “I did this for Thor before and after Oskar was born…”

       She swirled her tongue around the nipple slowly and then sucked it in her mouth. Stephanie yelped when she bit down on it with her teeth and tugged it. Isabelle followed Mia’s actions. It was very adorable to watch them suckling, nibbling, and tugging on her nipples. Stephanie loved the erotic sensation and the pain; she cooed and groaned aggressively like the filthy suburban fuck toy that she was. 

       “Mmm these beauties taste amazing, don’t they Isabelle?”

       “Yes, incredible,” she smiled, tickling the tip of the right nipple with her tongue.

       Mia cupped the boob into her hand, clamping her two fingers down on the left nipple.

       “Oh my god, I can see a drop of milk coming out…” Isabelle gasped.

       “Your nipples are magical baby,” Mia snickered. “It’s not often that they would let out milk before the baby is born…I knew you were blessed…”

       The more she pressed down, the thicker the milk gradually oozed out. Mia put her shot glass under it to catch the drops.

       “It won’t be much milk now, but wait until after you have the baby, you’ll be filling it all the way up to the top and serving it with your famous fresh baked cookies.”

       “Oh god…” Stephanie sighed.

       Isabelle managed to get some dribbles of milk out of her nipples as well. Isabelle’s fingers worked some kind of spell on them; the milk shot into the glass in seconds with just a tiny pitch. Mmm, the warm, sweet and fluid liquid, a nice creamy white. Mia squeezed the nipples hard enough to make Stephanie scream. A lovely stream flew into her glass. I couldn’t tell exactly how much was inside, but it was enough for both Mia and Isabelle to drink out of it and to swallow the taste of that lovely milky nectar. 

       “Wow! It tastes like real milk but more natural,” Izzy grinned.

       “Mmm yes,” Mia groaned, getting more milk out of Stephanie with her own mouth; Isabelle followed her sexy leader and did the same.

       “You two are very bad…” Stephanie quivered. “We have another guest here remember…and you are making me so horny that I want you both to fuck me right now.”

       “Shall we darling?” 

       “Maybe Stella can watch us,” Isabelle giggled.

       I thought she was joking. She had to be. They were playing me like a fiddle even when I wasn’t in their presence. I choked on my own saliva the instant I heard her and thought of the immediate possibility.

       “It looks like she already is…” Stephanie snickered.

       She looked straight at my direction. Her eyes were deep and powerful, evil and seductive. They were telling me that she knew that I was there the whole time. I could almost hear her speak “Yes bitch, I saw you watching us. Would you like to see more?” 

       I stepped out slowly, my legs shaking. I wanted to faint. I was overwhelmed. It was hard to describe exactly what was going on through my head. I got caught being a nosey pervert and voyeur for the first time in my life. It was scary, but at the same time it was an orgasmic rush to the brain.

       “Sorry…I…slightly overheard…oversaw…”

       “Don’t be shy dear,” Stephanie declared.

       I sat down on the couch across from them, my legs crossed, my palms sweating, my cock busting out of my panties. Stephanie looked cool, sweet, and casual. Even when caught in the act of sex, she still portrayed herself as a hospitable and charming housewife. She made it seem as if there was nothing the matter with having a complete stranger like me peep in on their little show. Her hot and hypnotic stare burned into mine. Even her smile showed that she was eager and hungry for mind-blowing sex. Most of all, she was more turned on by the idea of another woman watching but not being able to touch. Mia and Isabelle sat in their same place, leaving Stephanie’s breasts out happy and free. They didn’t bother to lift up her sleeves back up on her shoulders. Their heads rested on those lovely boobs as a comfortable pillow. I was surprised that they weren’t shocked, embarrassed, afraid, or nervous that I was there watching them the entire time. They were sexually drunk and high.

       “You sneaky thing,” Isabelle smiled. “Were you really watching us the whole time?”

       My cheeks were hot and red; I confessed with a quick nod of the head.

       “I’m very guilty…”

       “Don’t apologize,” said Stephanie. It sounded like a stern order. “I find something very fun and exciting about having somebody watch unexpectedly.”

       “Does this seem strange to you?” Mia asked. “I mean…was it strange when we mentioned that you can watch us…”

       “Not at all!” I choked. I was breathless and speechless.

       “You will, won’t you?” Stephanie smiled cunningly. “I know it’s weird. You don’t know me and Isabelle and Mia must be like sisters to you, but when I’m horny I just want to explode with the whole world watching.”

       “I’d love to!” I shouted confidently. “And I feel exactly the same!”

       Mia and Isabelle glared at each other. What were they thinking? That I was a pervert? That they were crazy? That this whole situation is absolutely absurd? That maybe we’re all sexually high and we’ll wake up to discover that it was all a dream?

       “Let’s just keep this between each other,” whispered Isabelle. “Between you, Mia, and me, it will be our dirty little secret that must never be mentioned to Victor.”

       “He’ll be very envious, and we don’t need that.”

       “I agree.”

       “If John ever found out he’d forbid me to see you three again. He can become very jealous and controlling.”

       “What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him,” I winked.

       “Exactly.”

       Stephanie eased up from the couch, the weight of her belly pulling her down. Isabelle helped her up and Mia carried her bag of goods.

       “Let’s go up to what the hubby and I call The Kink Room.”

       “I’ve seen it, accidentally of course” I admitted. “It’s very impressive.”

       “Oh have you…”

        I could hear the tremble of her warm breath. She was so horny; Isabelle and Mia were ecstatic. As for me, I suddenly felt foreign but welcome into this new venture. It was as if I wasn’t Stella, their house mate, in this bizarre but exciting moment. I was Stella, their voyeuristic sex whore who was dearly invited into their erotic threesome. I was no longer in my hidden place; I was now there in the flesh. It was my mission to engender every fucking moment of this once in a lifetime opportunity.

       We got upstairs and went into The Kink Room. Everything inside of it became more fascinating to me than it did the first time I discovered it. Naturally, I thought of what they were going to use on each other. So little time, so many toys, so many holes to fill. I looked at the table of dongs and butt plugs; at last, it hit me. It became undeniable that Stephanie and the girls had planned this. Even with having a guest over, they weren’t going to let anybody or anything get in the way of their wild and untamed pleasure. Instead of seeing me as a burden, I was the extra spice to their threesome fun. I felt so fucking honored that they invited me in.

       “Thank you goddesses…” I whispered out loud.

       I was shocked when Stephanie grabbed my wrist with a strong and firm grip.

       “You will watch but can’t touch, understand?”

       “Y-yes!”

       Fuck, the sound of her voice was so fucking dominant and powerful, the dominatrix of my dreams. She dragged me towards the table with the stripper pole on top. She made me sit down on the cold and hard steel which tickled my sensitive bottom. 

       “Can one of you ladies grab the blindfold and arm binder?”

       Goddamn, I thought, what the hell were they going to do to me? I closed my eyes tightly shut. For a moment I imagined that this wasn’t happening, that it was only a fantasy in my head. Even if it was only a dream, every pedaling current of my blood screeched sex, sex, sex, and I couldn’t wait to let it out and explode all of me. When I opened them, I smiled. Yes, it was really happening.

       Mia grabbed the red velvet leather arm binder from way back in the closet.

       “Fuck…” I gasped.

       I hadn’t seen an arm binder like that in years. It had many buckles at the wrists, forearms, and upper arm so it can be tugged at its desirable tightness. I knew that it was one of the most ultimate forms of strict bondage; it could nearly make you feel like the blood flow in your arms was weakening and going into hibernation. I was scared, I admit. It’s hard for me to confess this, but sometimes I fear the unexpected. In that moment, though, the fear became the pleasure and the pain, whipping my senses, stinging my horny urges, enlightening my insides, and making myself at one with this raw sexuality in me and these hot bitches.

       “Put your back against the pole,” Stephanie barked.

        I obeyed immediately. I saw the devil in her eyes; the devil in her sucked me into her fiery hell. I gasped sharply as she forced my entire arms behind the pole, my back pressed into it. With Mia and Isabelle’s help, they slid every inch of my arms into the binder and criss-crossed the straps against my chest to keep it firmly in place. My arms felt as if they were gripped by a python. They were stiff enough to feel as if they’d shatter like glass at any moment. The inside felt extremely hot and moist. That entire part of my body felt numb. I couldn’t move a single part of my arm or even my shoulders. The inside of the binder also restricted me from moving my fingers and my hands. The intense and exhilarating bondage was that strict, strong, and stimulating.  

       “Mmm, look how hot our slut looks,” Stephanie grinned, biting down on that perky lip. All of their eyes glared at me, possessed by a sex demon who was trying to destroy me with a pleasure too indescribable to express. I was trapped into them.

       “Stella, I never would’ve thought that one day I would see you this helpless,” Isabelle smirked.

       “Without a doubt, you’ll scream with so much pleasure from the anticipation and the pain,” said Mia. “Everyone in the neighborhood will here you. We can’t have that; we don’t want rumors spreading around that Stephanie’s home is full of sluts.”

       “Oh my…” I gasped.

       Mia slid her green thong off her body; it was hard to prevent myself from shaking. She rolled it up into a ball. Isabelle and Stephanie did the same.

       “I want to smell how stinky your panties are,” squeaked Stephanie.

       “Oh you do?” Isabelle smiled, putting her pair of panties over Stephanie’s head and pushing some of the fabric in her nose. Stephanie sniffed it, groaning loudly.

       “Mmm what filthy panties…”

       Mia stuffed her panties into Stephanie’s face, smothering her nose and her mouth.

       “You filthy whore, you sexy mama…”

       “Both of you smell divine!”

       “You love the smell of panties too, don’t you girl?” said Mia to me.

       “Yes I do…” I confessed.

       Mia stuffed her thong against my nostrils and roughly rubbed it all over my nose, wiping her strong and musty odor on me. I suffocated into the smell of her fresh and moist cunt.

       “Oh my fucking God!!”

       She smothered my entire face with her filthy thong.

       “I knew you’d love it…”

       To my surprise, she stuffed her wet and heavily perfumed thong into my mouth. Isabelle sniffed her own panties with a cheeky little smile. Hers was a pink burlesque style pantie with garter straps. She licked the inside of it where a slither of her juices was stained. Afterwards she forced it into my mouth as well. I tasted the saltiness of their panties; it was so hot and glorious. Heaven entered into me, restoring my bliss. My mouth felt slightly full with two panties crammed inside of it. Stephanie rubbed hers against my lips and stuffed it into me. I was stuffed.

       “Hm, you need one more panty to fill that filthy mouth…”

       She slid her hand under my skirt. She wasn’t surprised that she felt a rock-hard, fully grown 8-inch dick up there. She winked at me, looked down a little, but didn’t dare fondle it. She quickly took off my cum dripping thong and forced it into my mouth. Each breath I took, I smelled and tasted the heavy odor of pussy galore.

       “How does it feel having four dirty panties in your mouth?” Stephanie growled.

       I made a hard hum. My breathing was hard and heavy. I wanted to cry with joy.

       “She fucking loves it, every girl loves the scent of their own pussy,” Mia smirked, caressing my cheek and smacking it. Just as I imagined, Mia was one sharp-whipped smacker. The tingly sensation was beyond what I’d expect from just one little slap from her gentle little hand. It felt like droplets of fire was dancing on my skin.

       “Now it’s time for us to change and get ready baby,” Isabelle cooed.

        She put a simple black silk blindfold over my eyes and tied it tightly at the back of my head. Darkness was all I could see. I quivered with every sound I heard afterwards. The opening of the closet. The smell and squeak of latex as Mia and Isabelle changed and walked in the costume, setting things up. The tapping of objects being placed on a long silver tray. The movements of the sex swing stand being dragged against the floor, heading closer to my direction. The clink of what sounded like silver chains. Naughty sounding whispers. It was all drowning into my senses and making me squirm.

       “Are you ready?” I heard Isabelle say.

        I nodded roughly. She untied the blind fold. My eyes wanted to pop out from my sockets.

       “Oh my fucking god…”

       There she was, my Isabelle, dressed in the sweet as candy but naughty as fuck pink latex nurse’s outfit. She wore the hat on her head, the white stockings with the garter straps holding them up strongly, the darling pink pumps, a pair of white latex gloves, and a real medical stethoscope around her neck. My heart wanted to break. I wanted to eat her up more than I ever wanted to in my life. The costume accentuated every hot and magnificent frame of her petite body, especially at the top and at her stunning legs. She was holding a tray with many items that shocked and amazed me. There was a 4” long and 1” thick clear plastic vaginal speculum, a 3” steel anal speculum, a locking rubber ring gag, a spiked black leather collar with tweezer nipple clamps, one lollipop, two bananas, and one humongous purple 8” double sided dildo, double the heads for double the pleasure. On the floor beside her I noticed the Ron Jeremy and Dick Rambone dong and a slim bottle of silk lubricant. The panties inside my mouth were completely soaked with my heavy saliva when I saw Mia and Stephanie. Mia was dressed in the pastel green latex nurse’s outfit. I wanted to pass out; the latex clung tightly into her voluptuous body. It brought out every bit of her drop-dead gorgeous curves and those wonderful tits. Her eye make up was dark and seductive, but not the least bit exaggerated, and her lips a devil’s red. It was the most makeup I’ve seen on her for quite awhile. She looked deliciously cruel and naughty in contrast to her raunchy outfit. I could slightly see the hip strap of her g-string strap-on harness through the latex. Tears were nearly streaming down my cheek with every glance of these lovely ladies, especially Stephanie. She was completely naked, lying back in the sex swing and holding the straps, all which was padded for her support and comfort. Her legs were spread open right in front of me as if I were her gynecologist. She had a Brazilian wax. A thin and tiny patch of a strawberry blonde colored bush rested above her clitoris. Her pregnant belly looked bigger somehow and all the more sexy because it was proudly nude. And that face, it had that pregnant glow, the Lolita smile, the sex demon stare. Isabelle’s eyes looked intensely at me as she spread my legs and placed the tray on top of the table, in front of my crotch. The double sided dildo was adjacent to the head of my throbbing cock. I stared down at every item on that tray a thousand times. Then, before my trembling watering eyes, the fun began.

       “Are you ready for your monthly exam today Mrs. DeBello?” asked Mia, looking down at Stephanie with a sly and cunning grin.

       “Yes I am. I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

       “I know. That’s why you’re my best patient.”

       She kissed her lips long and lovingly.

       “Now, my nurse here is going to start by examining your breasts as I prepare to insert the first speculum up your cunt.”

       “Yes Dr. Pissy…”

       Isabelle went behind Stephanie, allowing her to lean against her chest for support. She fondled Stephanie’s right breast in a slow and gentle circular motion.

       “Mmm, Mrs. DeBello, your titties have grown much bigger since the last time you had your exam…”

       “Yes, they have….”

       “You can knock people out with these things…does your husband love your new tits?”

       “He adores them…he loves to cum all---”

       She French kissed her to shut her up. The kiss was hungry, hard, and deep. She tugged on her bottom lip with a breathy moan. Stephanie tightly gripped onto the straps of the sex swing, quivering shakily as Isabelle went to her left breast and squeezed it hard. A tiny droplet of milk seeped out from her fat, dark red nipple. Isabelle didn’t dare waste that single drop; she massaged the tip of the nipple with her tongue ring and sucked up the milk. I trembled all over. I wanted to have a taste. Isabelle stared at me and knew I wanted it, but couldn’t have it. She made a perverted smile at me as she squeezed Stephanie’s breast hard enough to make it bulge. She sucked on the nipple, biting down on it and tugging it so roughly.

       “Oh nurse; I love it when you’re rough…”

       Isabelle squeezed both of her breasts all at once. She pinched each nipple so hard with her fingers that it made Stephanie squeal.

       “Oh fuck!”

       “That’s a good nurse,” grunted Mia as she went down on her knees in front of Stephanie and slid two fingers inside her cunt. “You’re making Mrs. DeBello very wet down here. Keep going. At this rate I won’t have to use any lubricant for this pussy.”

       I could hear how wet and sticky she was. With each thrust of Mia’s fingers I saw a thin coating of cum all over them. Isabelle bit down on each of Stephanie’s nipples while fondling her stomach, giving it a nice and loud smack with her hands.

       “Oh god!” Stephanie screamed.

       “Shh, not so loud!” Isabelle hissed. She grabbed the lollipop from the tray, taking off the wrapper.

       “Suck on this sugar-free lollipop to keep yourself quiet.”

       She forced it into her mouth, wiggling it around roughly inside of it, knocking it against her teeth, and nudging it against her inner cheek. Meanwhile, Mia took the vagina speculum and inserted the tip inside of Stephanie’s dripping pussy hole. With no warning, she opened it up to about 2 inches. I could see every bit of her juicy insides, throbbing and pulsating, deliciously pink and sticky with cum.

       “Mmm, this hole looks so pretty inside…come look at it nurse…”

       Isabelle took the lollipop out of Stephanie’s mouth and sucked on it. She went towards Mia and sat down on her knees next to her. They stared inside Stephanie’s glorious cunt hole with the speculum inside so deep. The deeper Mia pushed it in and the more she adjusted the speculum, the more we could see all that delicious pink.

       “Oh fuck, look how wet she is down there!” Isabelle squeaked.

       “It’s quite wet, but not wet enough.”

       Mia balled up a good amount of spit in her mouth and shot it straight into Stephanie’s hole. She smacked her ass cheeks quite hard, leaving her hand marks behind on the flesh. She spat into the cunt hole again. Every drop of her saliva slid down into it.  Isabelle inserted her finger in and touched the walls of her pussy.

       “I can see it throbbing every time she breathes…”

       She took the lollipop out of her mouth and put it inside Stephanie’s cunt.

       “You filthy devil…” Mia grinned.

       “Let’s let it soak in there while we continue the breast examination…”

       “And then perform her next exam…”

       “Why are you smacking your lips Mrs. DeBello? Are you imaging the taste of that lollipop, you knocked up cunt?”

       “Y-yes!”

       Mia and Isabelle stood up and got the ring gag and collar with nipples clamps from the tray. My thighs were trembling against the tray, making it shake. Isabelle put on the collar around Stephanie’s neck and placed the clamps on those hot and big nipples. Stephanie screamed in a loud pitch; as before, her nipples squirted out a few drops of milk. Mia grabbed Stephanie’s face and used her hands to force them open.

       “You fucking slut, your mouth at this point is going to be nothing more than a fuck hole, understand? You love being a fuck hole?”

       “Yes doctor, I love being a fuck hole!”

       She pulled her hair roughly as she placed the ring gag into her mouth, which held it wide open. It made her mouth look absolutely vulnerable for anything that Mia or Isabelle would force into it. Not only did it look restrictive, but it was locked into place. Stephanie could only remove it herself if it was unlocked; Mia and Isabelle had the power to do what they pleased with it. Stephanie’s breath was hard and heavy, her eyes expressed fear and raw, intense pleasure.

       “Mmm there you go,” Mia smirked. “The prettiest little mouth, the perfect little fuck hole…” 

       Stephanie groaned roughly; she was already drooling as her tongue wagged in and out.

       “Look at you, you’re hopeless…”

       She wounded up a thick amount of saliva and spit into Stephanie’s wide-open fuck hole of a mouth.

       “You’re so filthy doctor,” Isabelle laughed wickedly.

       “I love this patient the most because she’s fun to play with…”

       With that said, Mia took one of the flogging toys from the wall. It was the tassel whip. She slapped the sharp, stinging whip against each of Stephanie’s breasts while Isabelle caressed her pregnant belly, placing the stethoscope against it and then rubbing it all over with her breasts. Each slap of the tassel whip made Stephanie groan rough and hard. Isabelle’s nipples perked up; she must have loved the warmth of Stephanie’s pregnant belly and the sound of her torture and pain. Mia laughed wickedly and spat more saliva into Stephanie’s helpless wide-opened mouth, smacking her rougher and harder until her breasts had splotches of red all over them. Stephanie loved it; the cum in that opened cunt hole was dripping out of her and going down to her perky asshole. The lollipop sunk deep down inside of her pinkness.

       “Ooh, doctor, her breasts look sexier after they’ve been whipped.

       She looked into Stephanie’s gaped pussy again; she groaned hard as she took out the lollipop and saw that it was entirely covered with milky cunt cream.

       “Mmm…it looks so good…”

       When Isabelle tried to have a taste, Mia smacked her cheek with the tassel whip. The sting was enough to make her yelp in pain.

       “My filthy nurse, that’s for the patient, not for you!”

       She snatched the lollipop from her.

       “Her cunt examination is done; take that speculum out of her.”

       Izzy obeyed. Mia went back to Stephanie.

       “Stick out that tongue slut…”

       She stuck it out, wiggling it eagerly.

       “How bad do you want to taste it pretty mother…”

       “R-really b-b-ad…”

       “What was that?”

       “I r-r-really want it…p-please…d-doctor…”

       “You sound like a babbling baby. Babbling babies that don’t speak properly and clearly don’t get their candy…”

       “Are you going to share with me doctor?” Isabelle whined.

       “Naughty nurses don’t deserve their candy either…especially slutty nurses like you.”

       Mia’s tongue circled all around the lollipop, teasing Stephanie and Isabelle both. She inserted it into her mouth and suckled on it with the most tantalizing and sexy smile ever. She moaned with immense pleasure.

       “Mmm…nice and creamy…deliciously sweet…”

       Stephanie and Isabelle stared at her like a helpless doe-eyed deer. When she licked every bit of cum off of the lollipop, she threw it straight in the trashcan.

       “Nurse, sit down on your back on the ground for a moment please…”

       “Yes doctor…”

       She obeyed Mia’s orders. She laid her back on the floor in front of Stephanie. Mia stepped over Isabelle slowly, her back towards her. She lifted up her skirt, revealing that amazing voluptuous bubble butt.

       “My ass deserves a good rimming…can you give it to me nurse?”

       “Yes doctor, anything you want, you’ll get.”

       Mia spread her ass cheeks and sat down on Isabelle’s face. Her asshole rested right on Isabelle’s lips. Isabelle rubbed her tongue against it while grabbing hold onto Mia’s ass cheeks, keeping them spread. She licked her hole slowly and gently for a good five minutes. Mia roughly smothered her entire ass all over Isabelle’s face.

       “You can do better than that nurse!”

       Isabelle groaned, sounding as if she was suffocating. She lightly pushed up Mia’s ass and roughly grabbed the Dick Rambone dong. She spat all over it with as much saliva as she could, deep throated it to cough more saliva on it, and added a thick amount of silk lube for extra the slippage.

       “Okay doctor, a good rimming is what you want? I’m gonna gape your ass with this dong so I can give it a really good cleaning…”

       “That’s a good girl!”

       “Oh f-fuck!” Stephanie grumbled.

       I kicked my feet wildly in anticipation. Mia spreads open her cheeks wider; Isabelle spat onto her asshole a few times, pushing the saliva into the hole. She pressed the head of the dong against it. Mia sat down on it. With a bounce here and there, the head popped right in. Isabelle grunted as she forced and pushed three inches up her ass; that was as far as she could go. Mia screamed with so much pleasure when Isabelle mercilessly pumped that massive thing in and out of her.

       “Oh my god, this ass is gaping already…”

       “Take it out of me fast and then put it back in…”

       “Okay…one…two…three….”

       She pulled it out roughly, the ass hole gaped. She crammed it back in, pulled it out again, the ass hole gaped wider. She repeated it again. The ass hole got wider, more than ever revealing the dark pinkness of her anal sphincter. When it was at its widest, Isabelle crammed every inch of her tongue into it.

       “Oh god, yes, that’s my good bitch!”

       Mia sat down on her face completely as she ate out that wide gaped anus. Mia put her hands to the floor and lifted up her legs, wiggling her toes. She stretched out her feet and slapped them against Stephanie’s belly, massaging it with the soles.

       “Oooh…” Stephanie groaned.

       “Come to me closer slut…suck on my feet…”

       She slowly got herself out of the sex swing. She stood on her knees doggy style. Mia pushed her left foot up to her mouth and inserted a few inches of it into her. Her tongue swirled, lapped, and drooled all over it. Mia groaned at the pleasure of her suckling her foot and the feel of Isabelle hungrily eating out her asshole.

       “Mmm that’s a good girl....you’re a good lil toe sucker…”

       She forced more of her toe into her mouth, making her gag onto it. With her other foot she slapped her breasts lightly, making the chain of the nipple clamps jingle. Stephanie pressed her breasts together; Mia’s foot was wedged between them. She thrust her foot up and down between those boobs, groaning passionately. She quickly lifted up her ass from Isabelle’s face, giving her air to breathe. Stephanie hungrily licked Mia’s feet until it was slobbered all over. She was fully satisfied.

       “You did good nurse, very good…”

       “Your ass hole tasted amazing Dr. Pissy…”        

       “Are you ready for your next exam patient?”

       Stephanie nodded. Mia pulled her foot out of her mouth completely and slapped it against her cheek.

       “Stay in that same position.”

       Mia stood up and grabbed the anal speculum.

       “Is your lovely pretty ass ready for this…”

       “Yes…”

       Both girls spread each of Stephanie’s ass cheeks open and took turns to give her filthy asshole a good tongue fucking. They inserted their fingers inside of her, stretched it, and when the tiny hole gaped, they spat into it and shook her ass cheeks to make the saliva slide into her rectum.

       “Mmm I can’t wait to look inside of this ass…” Isabelle grinned, smacking each ass cheek with her bare hands. She bit on each ass cheek, hungrily sucking a bit of the flesh, leaving a few hickies. Mia spat onto Stephanie’s asshole one more time, and then inserted the tip of the anal speculum inside of her rectum. Stephanie was a good girl; she was very relaxed. In no time Mia inserted the speculum all the way inside her rectum and opened up her asshole to about 2 inches. It was amazing to look inside Stephanie’s asshole, so dark pink and surprisingly clean.

       “Oh my god!” Stephanie cried.

       “Fuck this is the cleanest asshole I’ve ever seen,” Mia smirked. Isabelle gazed inside of it; she groaned, sliding a bit of her tongue inside and sniffing it.

       “It smells so good too…”

       “I can’t wait to fuck it…”

       “Fuck me now doctor!” Stephanie screamed.

       “No, no, you don’t get a good ass pounding that easy…”

       Mia crammed two fingers up Stephanie’s cunt; Isabelle followed and inserted two fingers more.

       “Can you feel how many fingers are up your cunt…”

       “F-four…”

       In completely unison they pounded her with those slender fingers all the way up to the base, fast, rapidly, and hard. My cock was dripping with cum as I saw those lovely things going in and out of this pregnant woman’s hole. In seconds, a strong stream of pee trickled down both Mia and Isabelle’s arm.

       “How cute, she’s pissing herself!”

       They pulled out; a magnificent golden fountain shot into their faces.

       “Oh yes,” they both moaned, opening their mouths wide and collecting any drop that flew into it. As they were finished drinking her pee, Mia stood up proudly, commanding Isabelle to grab the double sided dildo and the Ron Jeremy dong. Isabelle lifted up Mia’s skirt higher to reveal a gorgeous vinyl purple double strap, strap on harness that fit nice and snug on Mia’s hips, showing off her lovely assets. Isabelle locked the flared base of the Ron Jeremy dong into the O-ring. It stayed right in perfectly. Now it looked like Mia was well hung, large, and in charge to pillage and plunder ass and cunt.

       “Fuck Mia, you look amazing,” Isabelle trembled.

       Mia teased her by rubbing the head against Isabelle’s lips, letting her mouth wrap around the bulbous head for only a second or two. She pulled out of her and slapped Isabelle’s face with the dong.

       “Stand over our pregnant whore, spread eagle! While doing so, mouth fuck the one end of that dildo. You better make it good and wet…”

       “Yes doctor…”

       She obeyed her orders. Fuck, how amazing it looked to see Stephanie, doggy style with that speculum holding up her asshole wide open, Isabelle standing over her spread eagle to where she could pee on her back if she wanted to, and the mistress of the room, Mia, slamming the massive dong down Stephanie’s throat. She pulled her hair, grabbed her head, and pounded her with no mercy, no warning. An impressive six inches was crammed down Stephanie’s throat. She had no gag reflex. It was absolutely beautiful.

       “Oh that’s a good girl, my best patient, you love having Ron Jeremy’s cock down your throat don’t you?”

       She pulled out slightly then forced the dong further down Stephanie’s throat. Eight inches went in. Stephanie made a hard, choking groan.

       “Don’t start whining like a bitch now cunt!”

       Mia pinched her nose hard so she couldn’t breathe. She held it for 5 seconds, let go, and then kept on mouth fucking her. Meanwhile, Isabelle was hungrily bobbing her head up and down her end of the double-sided dildo, covering it with her saliva.

       “Oh yes, that’s my girls, you’re all doing well, including you Stella…”

       I blushed. Orgasmic currents ran all through my spoiled body. Drool dripped down my chin. My arms pounded. The cold steel of the table was now warm under my ass cheeks. I came at least three times already, perhaps even more. Eventually I lost count and felt so fucking grateful that I did. I groaned hard as Mia grabbed the other end of the double sided dildo and put it into her mouth while pounding Stephanie. In complete unison again, Mia and Isabelle bobbed their head up and down the dildo. They deep throated the dildo so deep at the same time that their lips actually met in the process.

       “FUCK ME!” I screamed in my head. 

       They repeated this twice. When they both pulled out, they both coughed up spit. The dildo was dripping with their saliva; some of the saliva fell on Stephanie’s back. Mia plunged the dong down Stephanie’s throat one last time, pulled her hair, and roared, “You ready to have this in your asshole?”

       “Yes!”

       When she pulled out of her mouth, Stephanie puked saliva all over it.

       “Yes, that’s a good girl…”

       She lovingly kissed her cheek.

       “Now, lie down on your back Isabelle!”

       “Yes doctor!” she squeaked, holding onto the double sided dildo. She got down on the floor on her back. Mia held onto the dong and went behind Stephanie, pulling out the anal speculum slowly. Her asshole snapped back to its same tightness. Mia smacked her ass cheek and held onto her hips, groaning “You preggers slut, help nurse stuff her cunt with that dildo.”

       She crawled towards Isabelle, grabbed the dildo from her hands, and inserted the head inside of her. Isabelle screamed orgasmically as Stephanie forced four inches into her pussy. She pumped it in and out of her rapidly; Isabelle’s yelp suggested that she already came but was eager for more, more, more and will explode again a thousand times.

       “That’s a good mama,” Mia grunted, slapping Stephanie’s ass cheeks repeatedly.        She forced her up a little, making her pussy hover over the other end of the dildo. She pushed her down roughly on the head; Isabelle held onto Stephanie’s hips, bouncing her up and down the dildo. In minutes Stephanie sat down on the dildo all the way; both ends of the dildo were sunk in nice and deep inside their pussies. Isabelle quickly took off the ring gag from Stephanie’s mouth. She took a deep breath and moaned roughly the instant she was free. They kissed each other ravenously, bouncing up and down on the dildo at the same time. Their hips and their pussies smacked rough and hard against each other with each thrust they made. Mia spread Stephanie’s ass cheeks wide and inserted the head of the Ron Jeremy dong into that loosened up asshole.

       “Oh fuck!!” Stephanie screamed.

       Isabelle’s hands grabbed and squeezed onto Stephanie’s ass cheeks as Mia pounded inch after inch of her dong into that asshole. They looked so fucking hot. Everyone thrust and pounded each hole in the same rapid speed. Isabelle loved slapping Stephanie’s breasts, seeing how strong the grip that the nipple clamps had on her. Stephanie was a beast, bouncing up and down on that dildo, sitting down all the way to Isabelle’s pussy. The fuck sounds that came from their mouths filled my ears; I wanted to faint with overwhelming sensations and orgasmic release. I couldn’t believe how much Stephanie’s ass could take in that Ron Jeremy dong. Mia stuffed 8 inches down.

       “Spread her ass cheeks wide for me nurse,” Mia growled.

       She obeyed. When Mia pulled out, Stephanie had the widest, demolished gaping asshole; you could see the red insides throbbing, pulsating, and pounding. Mia pounded her ass again; I don’t know how she did it, but 9 inches went inside of her. Stephanie grunted in such pain that sounded so good.

       “Oh god I fucking love this!”

       Mia grabbed Stephanie’s hair and forced her head up, looking down at her mischievously as she continued banging the shit out of her.

       “I’m cumming!” she yelled; Isabelle followed afterwards.

       Mia pulled out of Stephanie’s asshole; it was gaping wide beyond belief. Mia quickly went down on her knees in front of the gape and smothered her nose into it. She stretched it with her fingers, revealing so much pink. She spat into it and slid four fingers inside. She pumped it in and out so hard and deep. I nearly roared in pleasure when Mia squeezed in her thumb into that hole and pushed the entire half of her hand down. Stephanie screamed and sat down on her hand. Mia formed a fist inside of her hole.

       “Oh yes!” Stephanie shouted.

       She bounced her asshole up and down Mia’s fist.

       “Fuck, you become more of a slut every time…”

       “I love being fisted up the ass…”

       “I bet you’d love my fist up your cunt too,” Isabelle grunted.

       “Oh yes, please nurse, stuff your fist up my cunt!”

       Isabelle slipped her end of the dildo out of her pussy. She pulled the entire thing out of both their holes, tossing it to the side. Stephanie sat up a little more, her legs spread out and her feet firm on the ground, her ass bent slightly. Mia pumped her fist in and out of her asshole in that position as Isabelle made a beak like “silent duck” shape with her hand and slowly slid it down Stephanie’s cunt. Her cunt was so wet that it only took a minute or two for Isabelle’s entire hand to sink into it. She made a fist shape inside of her and pounded that greedy cunt. I couldn’t believe it; a fist in each hole, swallowed whole. Stephanie bounced on both of them with such speed and agility, and loved every loud, rough, and vicious moment of it. They double fisted her for what felt like hours. When they pulled out of her, both holes looked beautifully demolished. Her asshole was swollen and almost purple; her pussy was bright pink, fully stretched and throbbing. Mia and Isabelle each stretched the hole that they fucked; it revealed the perfectly round circle that their fist left behind.

       “Mmm, Mrs. DeBello, do you want to feel how completely stretched you are?”

       “Yes doctor!”

       She grabbed one of her hands and traced it down to her pussy. She forced her to slide her entire hand inside her own cunt. Stephanie groaned in disbelief.

       “Does it feel good slut?”

       “Yes…oooh…”

       She pumped her hand in and out of herself. Isabelle grabbed Stephanie’s other hand and forced her to slide it in her gaped asshole.

       “How does it feel fist fucking yourself you whore?”

       “So fucking good!”

       She pounded herself good and hard, screaming with ecstasy, streams of tears going down her cheek.

       “Keep fucking yourself baby…it’s time for our snack…”

       It was so hot and amusing watching Stephanie fist fuck herself in both her holes. I never saw anything like that. Meanwhile, Mia and Isabelle grabbed the two bananas from the tray. They looked at me mischievously.

       “Do you love this Stella…?”

       I nodded quickly.

       “You are probably itching to get out of that arm binder…”

       I didn’t say yes or no. Yes, my arms felt like they were paralyzed, but I loved it. They each helped me out of it slowly. When my arms were free, it took a few minutes for the circulation to come swiftly back. The pleasure in me ran through my whole body, rushing through my veins. They each took the panties out of my mouth. They were soaked with my saliva. They fondled the bananas in their hands like a delicate cock.

       “What are you two thinking…” I quivered.

       “Open your mouth,” Isabelle commanded.

       I obeyed with no question. She put one banana into my mouth; Mia slid in the other. They thrust it in and out of me. They pressed the tip of the fruit against my inner cheek and forced some of it close to my tonsils, making me gag. It all felt so strange and so sexy. I couldn’t believe what they were doing to me. I looked at them as if they were my mistresses. I trembled all over. I even glared at Stephanie while the girls were mouth fucking me with those big and thick bananas. Stephanie was still going at it like a horny fist fucking crazed machine. When they pulled the bananas out of my mouth, it was very wet. They each held one in their hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

       “Stand up Stella,” said Isabelle.

       I stood up, my body feeling like an orgasmic earthquake. Both of the girls walked towards Stephanie.

       “That’s enough whore,” barked Isabelle. “Your examination is complete.”

       “Lie in the sex swing right now.”

       Stephanie stopped, panting heavily. She pulled her fists out of herself. They lifted her up and helped her get into the sex swing comfortably. She had her legs spread out in it as before. I felt the natural urge to stand behind Stephanie to support her back. She looked up at me sweetly.

       “How are you doing…” she said in a motherly tone.

       “I-incredible mommy…” I gasped. I felt embarrassed that I called her mommy.  She had a warm and tender look on her face. She loved it when I called her that.

       Isabelle and Mia stood in front of her wide-opened legs. The naughtiest grin appeared on their faces.

       “Can your cunt stand one last moment of pleasure for the day…”

       “Yes, my cunt can take anything…”

       They waved the bananas at her face. She grinned, reading their mind as I was. Isabelle spread Stephanie’s pussy lips; the hole automatically gaped in a nice and round circle. Mia slid the tip of her banana into it. Each banana was about 8 inches long. Mia pushed 5 inches of the banana into that cunt hole. She wrapped her hand around the 3 inches of the banana in a tight grip. With the slow back and forth motion of the swing, Stephanie’s pussy bounced up and down the banana. Stephanie kicked her head back, having the thrill of her life, looking like a kid in a playground. A few minutes later, Isabelle slid her banana inside the same hole. It took a lot of force and pressure to squeeze it in, but she succeeded. My jaw dropped to see how Stephanie’s pussy hole gripped onto those two bananas, completely filled beyond its limit. They swung her back and forth on the swing while gripping on the stem of their bananas, watching her cunt hole ramming into the other end of the fruit when it met. Her back slapped against my chest. Stephanie moaned in sweet, heavenly delight. I kept staring at how her breasts bounced when she swung. By now, the nipple clamps were making her huge nipples red and tender. I wanted to grab them and play with them, but that moment felt so lush and tender that I feared that my touch would ruin it. I was having the most ultimate, mind-blowing sex without touching any of the girls, not even myself. I was afraid to touch them. I loved seeing them wild and free. I felt empowered to watch them, not having to hide. A part of me missed the rush of watching them in a dark corner, behind the couch, or through a cracked door. That’s how I’ve spied on people having sex most of my life, so a part of that thrill was missing. Nonetheless, how could I ignore the even greater rush of being able to watch such nasty girls up close and going at it without holding back?        

       “Mmm, it’s in so nice and deep,” cooed Mia.

       “I’m starving,” Isabelle grinned.

       “Do you want to see what it looks like down there?” asked Stephanie, looking up at me.

       “R-really? I can?”

       “You better…”

       This time I was really sweating. Not with pleasure, but with fear. It had been so long since I’ve been up close to a vagina. I was shaking.

       “Don’t be shy Stella,” Isabelle said, holding my hand. I was in front of Stephanie’s pussy. I trembled. The two bananas inside her were snuggled in tight and the ring of her pussy was so red and sore. 

       “Want to do the honors of peeling the bananas?”

       “I’d love to…”

       To be honest, it felt so bizarre for me when I got down on my knees in front of that stuffed cunt and unpeeled the banana. I stared at that cunt, hypnotized by it. Stephanie looked beautiful down there. Such smooth skin, not a single bump or scar. The small tuff of her strawberry red bush was gorgeous to me, so natural. Her clit was so cute, tiny, and pretty. I breathed in the odor; I got a natural, intimate high from the smell. I wanted to caress that pussy like a long lost kitten. It had been so long, too long, since I’ve touched a cunt. Deep inside, I missed petting pussy. But I promised not to do it again years ago. I got scared and terrified. I thought with age that I would get over it, but at that moment I realized that the agony hadn’t passed, that time never passes. I almost wanted to cry, but not in front of the girls, and especially not in front of Stephanie. I simply backed away slowly so Mia and Isabelle could eat the banana out of her. Isabelle had a tiny glimmer of concern on her face when she stared at me, but I smiled back to relieve her worry. 

       “Eat up girls,” Stephanie smiled.

       Both Mia and Isabelle ate the banana. They giggled and grinned as they ate the banana all the way down to the end. The peels slipped out from Stephanie’s pussy along with her wonderful glob of sticky, gooey cum. They sucked on her pussy lips and her clit and ate her out at the same time, smothering their faces into it afterwards. All was done. I was surprised that the girls didn’t look the least bit exhausted. I was tired and relieved. I loved every moment. The girls embraced each other in celebration of such a fun filled threesome.

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       After the girls got changed back into their normal clothes, we went downstairs and had a cup of coffee. We relaxed and had a little chat. About an hour passed, it was getting late. It was time for Isabelle, Mia, and I to say farewell to Stephanie. Isabelle and Mia spoiled her belly with kisses and warm rubbing hands as we were about to leave the house.

       “Thanks for such a wonderful evening ladies,” Stephanie smiled.

       “Just give us a call whenever you want us to come back,” winked Isabelle.

       “We’ll surely look forward to it.” 

       For some reason, I felt that they weren’t thinking of me being part of their threesome the next time. They were going to go back to their usual routine; fucking each other, just the three of them, alone. I almost wanted to ask if I could come back next time. Being my shy self, I didn’t have the courage. In my heart, I felt that it would be romantic to keep the memory of that day all to myself and to never hope or suspect that this orgasmic event would repeat itself. The way Stephanie stared at me when I said goodbye, sweet and innocently, cried “I hope I will see you again, my dear...”

       Deep down, my hope had no limits.