How He Became a Bearded Transvestite
I am writing to let the whole world know of my life as a panty fanatic. It started rather innocently. My wife and I were on a ski trip and I had forgotten to bring my long underwear. She handed me a pair of her panty hose and told me to use them until we could get to the shops. She always wore them under her jeans in cold weather and swore they kept her warm, so I figured, why not?
When we returned to our room that night she had me take off my ski bibs but leave on the panty hose. Something about the tightness—the way the nylon mashed down my pubic hair, cock, and balls—turned her on. She fussed over me all night, smoothing her hands down my thighs to feel the silky nylon. Then she gave me the most sensuous blowjob of my life. I figured that it was worth wearing panty hose in exchange for all the attention she was giving me, so I wore them for the remainder of the week. On our last night there she asked me if I had enjoyed all the sex we’d had that week. I responded that it had been the best week of our marriage. Then she asked for a special favor; she wanted me to wear a nightgown and panties over the panty hose, just for one night.
I balked at the idea, but she kept going on about it until I consented. I warned her never to tell anyone about it or I’d never do it again. She assured me that that would be the last time she’d mention it. Also, I’d been wanting to grow a beard for some time, but she had been against the idea. She now added that if I did this one thing for her—wearing the lingerie—she wouldn’t mind if I grew a beard. The sex we had that night topped any we’d had before, including our honeymoon.
After we returned from our ski trip, she didn’t bring the issue up again. After six weeks my beard had grown in and I felt more macho than I had in all my life. On Valentine’s Day, we exchanged gifts. When I opened mine I was flabbergasted. She had bought me a dozen pairs of panty hose, some slips, girdles, a dress, and a pair of high heels. I was stunned.
“What the hell is all this? I’m not wearing this stuff.”
She said that if I would wear what she wanted, she’d make it worth my while. She pulled out some glossy photos of me in a nightgown and nylons, taken while I was asleep on our ski trip. I grabbed the pictures and ripped them up, but she just laughed and said she had many more copies. She said that she could tell how much it turned me on to wear lingerie—she just wanted to help me be the man I wanted to be.
She asked me to go put on the panties, bra, girdle, slip, and heels and she’d put on the sexy teddy I had bought her. We wore the same outfits every night for a week, and I had to admit that it did make me very horny. She took some more pictures of me in female clothes. With my full beard, there could be no doubt that I was a man. That’s what turned her on.
Her next step was to throw out all of my male underwear while I was asleep. Now I was left with only bras, panty hose, slips, and panties in my dresser drawers. I would have no choice but to wear panties and panty hose twenty-four hours a day. Then she made me a deal: I would wear feminine underwear beneath my suits when I went to work all that week and, if I could truthfully say that I didn’t enjoy it, she would never bother me about it again.
Although I agreed to her terms, when it came down to actually doing it, I have to admit that I cheated a little. I wore the bra to work but took it off when I got there. Then I put it back on before I came home, so she would think I’d worn it. But since she had disposed of all my masculine underpants, there was no way to get around wearing the panties unless I wanted to go without beneath my suits, which was hardly practical.
When the week was up, I went back to wearing my male attire, but I didn’t like it. I missed the soft caress of nylon beneath my pants when I sat down. I missed the sensual feel of panty hose rubbing against the material of my trousers when I walked. After two weeks of traditional men’s underwear, I was ready to go back to wearing women’s attire. I had to admit my wife was right: I preferred it.
Now I wear women’s clothes all the time when I’m not at work. The more I get into the female role, the more my relationship with my wife is changing. She has gone back to work and is making so much money that I could quit work if I wanted to and spend all my time tending to the house. I already do all of the cleaning, wearing an apron over my frilly dresses. The other day, after vacuuming, I found my wife talking to the Avon lady in the living room. Forgetting that my beard looked a little strange with my June Cleaver dress and apron, I came in and sat with them. At first, the Avon lady stared at me. But, professional saleslady that she was, she soon got over her shock. Before very long, she was showing me lipsticks, makeup, and nail polishes.
I don’t usually wear a skirt or dress outside. When I do, it is a special occasion. If people stare, I just say hello to them. I guess they think I am some kind of a freak, but I have to please myself. As for now, I must go. My wife saw a miniskirt in a store that she thinks would look good on me. I’m looking forward to trying it on in the men’s dressing room.—K.I., Chicago, Illinois
MAY I HELP YOU?
As a professional in a large company, I wear an expensive suit every day to work. I have been crossdressing for many years and prefer the feel of women’s underwear. A silky bra and panties feel elegant underneath my tailored suits. One evening after work I was walking through a quiet shopping mall when I noticed a sale sign in the window of an exclusive clothing store. The shopkeeper directed me to several racks of “athletic fit” suits, then left to answer a phone call. As she was the only one in the store, I signaled to her that I wanted to try on a light gray suit, and she pointed to the dressing rooms.
On my way back I passed a rack of women’s suits, and saw one made from the same material as the one I had chosen. I selected a size that seemed right and proceeded back to change. The men’s suit fit fine, so I tried on the women’s one. It had a very flattering waistline and a short skirt. As I stood before the triple mirror admiring how well the outfit looked, my eye caught the saleswoman watching me from behind. She didn’t act alarmed at all, but being a true professional, walked up and suggested that I try a colored blouse and scarf instead of my white shirt and tie. I took off the coat, tie, and shirt, revealing the lacy bra I’d worn to work. She returned with a pink silk blouse and a paisley scarf, tying it in an attractive manner around my neck. Her hands slid over my bra as she fastened the buttons up the back of the blouse. I was getting more turned on by the second, and could feel my rock-hard cock pulsate against my silky panties under the short skirt.
She took a step back, then suggested that I needed some shoes to complete the outfit. I told her my size and she brought back several boxes of black pumps. Handing me a package of black, thigh-high nylons, she explained how to pull them up without getting a run. She knelt before me as I sat on a bench, watching my panty-enclosed cock. I trembled a little as I slid the sexy nylons up my thighs, their dark color hiding my leg hair. She pulled a shoe from each box and we decided on a medium-height heel with a pretty bow and thin heel strap. She gently stroked my ankles while slipping the shoes onto my feet and fastening the straps. I stood between her and the mirrors to model the entire outfit. The shoes were a comfortable height, and I didn’t wobble at all while walking or turning around. Still kneeling on the carpet, she said I looked great, and her hand stroked up the inside of my nylon-clad legs!
I couldn’t believe what happened next! Reaching her hands up my legs, she lowered my come-stained panties and wrapped her luscious lips around my throbbing cock. Her hand continued to stroke my thighs while her mouth gave me the blowjob of the decade. It didn’t take long before I exploded in great bursts of come, which she swallowed without missing a drop.
Then it was her turn. I knelt between her legs as she sat on the edge of the bench. Raising her skirt, I discovered that she didn’t wear panties, but she had on the same type nylons that she’d given to me! My tongue nearly burned as I dove into her incredibly hot and juicy cunt. She cried out for me to lick harder and faster, until her legs wrapped around my neck and she came in violent spasms. My cock was rigid again, so I rolled her over on the bench. Spreading her legs, I plunged my cock into her flaming pussy. The sight of the two of us in women’s clothes was reflected in the mirrors, bringing us both to new levels of excitement. She unbuttoned her blouse and begged me to grab her tits. I held her boobs tightly while slamming into her from behind. She bucked and grunted wildly, coming several more times before my jism streamed into her box. We collapsed onto the bench, drained by the awesome experience.
Afterward, I asked her if she was worried about other customers walking in on us, and she assured me that she had locked the door before waiting on me. I did purchase the men’s suit, and she threw in the whole women’s outfit at half price since it was “used.” I’m on her new mailing list, and can’t wait for the next sale!—G.H., St. Paul, Minnesota
GIVING HEAD TO A SALESMAN
Although my wife has never cared for the fact that I like to wear women’s clothes, I’m still able to indulge my fetish regularly. My job requires me to travel a lot, and when I’m on the road, away from my family, I really get dolled up.
My last trip to Atlanta was one of my best experiences. At six in the evening, when I returned to my hotel, I started my routine of showering and shaving my legs as well as my face. It had been a while since I had had the chance to go out in drag, so I was looking forward to the evening. I decided to wear a basic white bra and panties with a full black slip and black panty hose. I took my time doing my nails and putting on my makeup. (This is one of the most sensual aspects of the entire ritual.) I had recently bought a bright red, faux leather skirt, and I pulled it up below a frilly white blouse. When I topped myself off with a shoulder-length blond wig, I was truly gorgeous.
I stood in front of the mirror and straightened everything out one more time, then stepped into my red spike heels and gave myself another spray of perfume. Throwing a few things into my purse, I headed for my car and sped off toward one of the “liberated” bars I know in the area.
The place wasn’t far away, and once I was there, it didn’t take long for me to start a conversation with some other transvestites. After a while, a rather large, muscular guy sat down at our table and joined in the conversation. It wasn’t long before he moved next to me and asked me to dance. I don’t consider myself gay or even bi, but I like the idea of playing the female role to the hilt, so I got up to dance with the guy. I figured that as long as the music was fast, I was okay. But when the deejay switched to something slow and the guy pulled me toward him, I found myself in a completely new situation. I was a bit taken aback by this, but soon I felt compelled to lean in closer to him. He whispered in my ear that this night he’d make sure I was all the woman I could be. I put my arms around his neck and told him that if he treated me like a lady, I was all his.
A song or two later we sat down. Our bodies were touching along one side, and I placed my hand on his thigh, quickly finding an erection growing in his pants. I could feel my own cock sliding around in all the nylon under my skirt, and I was afraid that it too would soon be bulging. I told him it was time to leave, and we headed for the door.
When we got back to my hotel, it felt good to kick off my heels. I had to take a leak, and that gave me a chance to fix my lipstick and make myself ladylike again. When I came out of the bathroom, he was already on the bed, loosening his belt. I climbed onto the bed and whispered into his ear, “Leave the rest to me.”
I unbuttoned his shirt and started kissing his chest, running my tongue over his nipples and down around his belly button. His hips were pushing upward, and with my left hand I slowly unzipped his pants and freed his enormous cock. Cupping his hairy balls in one hand, I lightly stroked his masterpiece with the other. All this time, my kisses inched down his body. Finally I wrapped my lips around his oozing head and gently squeezed and tugged at it. He kept pushing it farther into my mouth and I had no choice but to run my lips up and down the length of his shaft. I was in heaven as I gobbled and slurped as much of his dick into my mouth as I could take. His butt was bouncing up and down on the bed, and when I started pumping the base of his cock in tandem with the tongue-lashing I was giving the head, he started to come. Great spurts of jism started streaming into my mouth. Inexperienced as I was, most of it dribbled down my chin and splashed onto his tight, hairy tummy, I don’t know what had gotten into me, but the sight of his pulsing, flaring cockhead made me glad I hadn’t held back.
He lay there exhausted and I fell back onto the floor. After a minute he was crawling toward me, his hands inching up under my skirt. I got kind of nervous, and in my semideep voice said, “Not tonight, sweetie. It’s that time of the month.”
“Don’t be stupid,” he told me. “I know you’re a guy. Now, let me at that tool. I want to return the favor.”
While he pulled my panties down around my ankles, I unzipped my skirt, completely exposing my already excited dong. In no time, he had his lips pistoning from the head to the base, and his tongue was simply incredible. Bucking my pelvis into his head, I warned him that I was about to spew. He just moaned, taking an ass cheek in each hand, pulling my prick even deeper into his hungry mouth. Just as I felt I was about to come, he started gently massaging my balls. I let loose with the warmest, creamiest ejaculation I have ever had, and my experienced new friend expertly swallowed it all.—Name and address withheld
A SPECIAL KIND OF GIRL
After five years of living with the same woman I found myself back in circulation again. Tired of having my sexual exploitation limited to the company of my right and left hands, I decided to check out the nightlife in town and see if I might get lucky. But after spending the evening dancing with a number of black-clad, self-absorbed lovelies, I was heading home alone without even a phone number.
I decided to stop at a hip, late-night cafe for a bite to eat. As I walked to the table I spotted a raven-haired beauty. She was wearing an incredibly tight black leather skirt with long seamed stockings. Her legs ended in a pair of “fuck me” stilettos. I could see the garter straps against her thighs. She looked like a “wild thing” from a heavy-metal video.
I looked up and realized she had caught me drooling over her. I quickly averted my eyes and found my way to my table. Almost before I was seated, there she was with both hands on my table, showing off her lovely cleavage. With a smoky voice she said, “The coffee is much better at my place. Want a taste?”
I was dumbfounded but able to blurt out, “Sure.” Then we were on our way out, heading down the street to her flat. I followed her up the stairs, enjoying the view of her lovely backside. My heart was pounding and I could feel my cock start to swell as we reached her door.
Just as I was aware that my bulge was more than obvious, she dropped her keys, bent over and pushed her perfect ass right into my crotch. As she ground that lovely leather-bound package against my straining cock, I thought my zipper would burst open. I could feel my stiff member bounding in time with my heartbeat.
Once she got the door open she spun around and pulled me inside, kicking the door shut. She pulled me close and went straight for my neck, licking and kissing as she savagely ripped off my pants. She nearly tore my shirt off as her mouth traced down my neck to my nipples. She bit and sucked, slowly working her way down my torso to my pulsing cock. She hungrily devoured me, licking and sucking from the purple tip down the shaft to my balls, juggling them with her tongue. This babe loved to suck cock. This was by far the best head I had ever received.
When I thought I would scream from the erotic overload, she started to pump the length of my shaft hard and fast. I could feel my balls pull tight and I knew I was far over the edge. She moaned with every spurt, keeping her greedy mouth glued to my shaft. Suddenly she stood up and mashed her mouth against mine. Our tongues danced in a river of my sweet, sour, and salty semen. She whipped off her lacy top, and I spread our mouthful over her neck, down to her perfect breasts. Semen was everywhere, running down her flat belly faster than my tongue. I ran my hand down her hip, found the zipper to her skirt, and pulled it down.
As I worked her zipper down, she stiffened. Just as I was about to pull her skirt free, she jumped back. I stood up with my cock hard again, wondering if I had hit the wrong erogenous button. I watched as her skirt fell away, revealing her beautiful body clothed in garters, stockings, stilettos, and lacy G-string. I was in for a surprise, though: a huge hard-on poked out of the top.
I was stunned, and she could see it. She took one step back and said, “I guess the night’s over.”
Well, I’m very open-minded, but I’ve never been attracted to men. In a split second, however, I responded, “I hope not.”
She grabbed my hand and said, “Right this way, then.” She led me to the bedroom, where she lay back on the bed and slowly pulled off her G-string panties. The huge cock she had so well concealed was free. I lay down next to her and started giving her the same treatment she had given me. I started at her neck, moving down to her breast and down her stomach to the first and only cock (other than my own) that I had ever touched. With a bit of guidance I started to run my tongue all over it. I took the head between my lips and circled my tongue around it.
I was just doing what I knew I liked having done to me. I experimented, taking the full length down my throat, sucking and licking her balls. I have to admit I was enjoying myself. Then, just as she had, I started stroking her huge tool hard and fast. Her ass lifted off the bed as she groaned, “Oh yes.” I felt her ball sack tighten and I really started going at it. She pushed her tool deep into my mouth and blasted a huge load of hot semen. I thought I was going to gag. As I pulled away another load shot past my face.
I went up to her mouth and shared her spunk with her as our tongues wrestled. By morning we had sucked each other off twice more. I left weak-kneed.
I never saw her again and didn’t really want to, but I had had the opportunity to try something different. I was glad I didn’t stay home alone that night.—B.G., Miami, Ohio
GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS
I‘d like to share a wonderful experience that I had a while ago. I am a twenty-eight-year-old heterosexual male, about five feet eight inches tall and slim, living with a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman named Julia. Julia has a boyfriend named Adam.
One evening Julia and I were reading Forum together. A few stories about crossdressing excited both of us. That night Julia encouraged me to try her clothes on.
On my birthday, Julia and her friend Leslie had a surprise for me. First they gave me a nice, hot bubble bath, and shaved my legs and underarms as close as they could. Then they sat me down in front of Julia’s dresser and began to apply makeup: base, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick (red), even long fingernails with red nail polish.
After makeup was done we went to Julia’s room and I began opening my birthday gifts. There was everything I needed to be a woman: black stockings, high heels, a tight black dress, a long brunette wig, and a pair of silicone breasts. After I put everything on, it was time for me to take a look at myself in the mirror. I just couldn’t believe my eyes, I looked so beautiful and sexy.
Next we all went to the living room. Julia and Leslie showed me how to walk, talk, and act like a woman. We practiced for a couple of hours, drinking wine the whole time.
I was getting pretty horny and having a great time. “Let’s go dancing,” Julia suggested. I was so drunk that I let them talk me into it.
On the way to the nightclub the girls taught me a few things about how to talk to guys when they ask you to dance. They even gave me a name; Tabitha.
At the club a few guys asked me to dance, but this one guy— about six feet tall, dark and handsome—stuck with me. During one slow dance I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me. It really turned me on. Then, before I knew it, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and French-kissed me. I had never kissed another guy before, but I admit it was great.
Julia, Leslie and I went home and we talked about how much fun we had had. Julia and Leslie kept telling me I should have brought the guy home so we all could have made love to him.
The next Saturday, Julia said that she had another surprise for me. I told her that I wouldn’t go out this time. She assured me that wouldn’t happen. We went through the whole procedure again. Once again I looked sexy.
After we got dressed up, the doorbell rang. Adam, Julia’s boyfriend, walked in. He didn’t recognize me at first, but someone had told him about the games that we play. We sat around, watched X-rated videos, and drank more wine. Adam was sitting in the middle of the couch with Julia and me on each side. We all were getting pretty horny. Adam and Julia were kissing, then Adam put one hand on my leg and started to rub it up and down. Then he turned and kissed me while Julia was unbuttoning his shirt.
Julia and I started to kiss Adam’s muscular chest and she led me down to his crotch. I unzipped him and pulled out his half-hard cock. “Go ahead, put it in your mouth,” Julia told me as she pushed my head down on his cock. The skin was soft on his cock as I started to suck on it. I had a bit of a hard time putting it in my mouth at first, but soon I got the hang of it and really enjoyed it.
Then Julia and I started passing his cock back and forth between us. His cock was hard and nine inches long. Julia showed me how to deep-throat Adam’s cock. Before I knew it I was putting all of his hard cock in my mouth. All of a sudden he shot his steaming load into my mouth. It seemed like he came forever.
Then Julia grabbed me by the chin and started kissing and licking the rest of Adam’s come off my mouth. Adam’s cock was still hard, so Julia pulled down her panties and sat on his cock with her back to Adam. She asked me to lick her pussy and Adam’s cock while he was fucking her.
Next Julia asked me to fuck her while we both sucked on Adam’s cock, and before long Adam filled our mouths with his come and I filled Julia’s pussy with my come.
After that wonderful night, Julia, Leslie, and Tabitha play our game now and then. All three of us play the game at least once a month, then we all make love together. We are the best three girlfriends that there could be.—P.T., Kansas City, Missouri
PANTIE PALS
With each new issue of Forum, I look forward to getting turned on. I especially like the letters about crossdressing and men sucking cock. I found myself fantasizing about doing both. Finally, I tried it.
I went down to a women’s clothing store and headed straight for the lingerie. I told the saleswoman I was shopping for a girlfriend. There were so many things to choose from that I almost couldn’t decide what I wanted. I finally bought some nylon panties because of their soft, shimmery, smooth feeling.
I now have some red string bikini panties that let my cock stick out above the waist when I have a hard-on; some black hip-huggers that fit nice and hold my cock down so it strains at its confines; a G-string that lets me rub my bare ass and my pantie-covered cock at the same time; and two pairs that are cut really high on the leg with a high waist. I’ve worn them all and jacked off many times.
I decided one day to suck a cock. I went to the local adult video store and went to the video booths in back. I wasn’t leaving until I had a hard cock explode down my throat. I was so hot! I began watching the movie (a she-male flick with a lot of hard cock in panties!) and stroking my pantie-enclosed cock. I was at full erection when I heard the door next to me shut and the sound of a zipper going down. My heart began beating faster as I made my move.
I tapped lightly on the door and heard a whispered “Yes?”
“I can help you out with that if you let me in,” I replied.
The door opened and I quickly entered. Inside was a cute young guy, about twenty years old. He looked really nervous, so I took charge. I got him to relax, then slowly slid his jeans down. He had a smooth, hairless body and a nice, stiffening bulge in his bikini briefs. I pulled them down and gently squeezed and stroked his cock. He had about six inches when he was completely hard. The shaft was so smooth I had to lick it. I ran my tongue up his cock and heard him suck in a breath.
I stepped back and very slowly pulled my slacks down. His eyes widened and he let out a moan as he saw my hard-on completely covered by my panties. He reached down and began rubbing my balls through my panties. I went down on him and his breath quickened. He started jacking me off through my flimsy panties. A few large drops of pre-come oozed out. By the light of the video monitor, I could see my cock perfectly through the wet material. He told me my cock felt so good through my panties that he wanted to wear some and rub our stiff poles together through them. I said, “Then let’s go to my place and we can!” He agreed, and we quickly left for my apartment.
He got undressed as I selected a pair of light-blue panties for him. He pulled them on and began stroking himself. He got on my bed and begged me to dry-hump him. I kissed him deeply as our rock-hard members rubbed together. I pulled back, went down and kissed his cock through the nylon material. I slid them down and positioned myself so my cock was up near his head. I hoped he would start to suck mine.
I started swirling my tongue around his cockhead, covering it with saliva. I tried to remember all I had seen in porn movies and put it to use. I must have done well. He told me I sucked cock better than his girlfriend. I immediately went at him more intensely, deep-throating his young love-rod.
I was overjoyed when he grasped my cock and started licking and sucking. He was doing all right for a beginner.
I felt the quick spasms of his orgasm. I gave him a final deep-throat and sucked hard all the way to the soft head of his cock.
He came in four quick spurts. I caught it and let it go down my throat. I continued flicking my tongue around the head of his half-hard cock.
I neared climax and shot a giant load into his mouth and onto his chest. I licked it off, rolled it around on my tongue, and swallowed it. He still held most of my load in his mouth as I kissed him deeply, causing him to swallow it.
He thanked me for a wonderful time and asked if he could shower. I told him to go ahead. I quickly grabbed my camera and rushed to the shower with him. I told him to leave his panties on as he showered. His cock, as well as mine, sprang back to attention at the idea.
We took a roll of photos and made plans for our next few encounters. He wants to let his girlfriend in on our secret and have an all-night threesome. She rubs her panties on his cock now, so I guess you could say she’s headed in the right direction.—Name and address withheld
WHAT A BARGAIN
I am twenty-four years old, stand five feet seven inches tall, and weigh about a hundred and thirty pounds. Ever since my early teens I’ve had a desire to crossdress, and for several years now I’ve occasionally gone out wearing heels and hose. One afternoon I decided to try something new. I went to the mall wearing my denim miniskirt, garter belt, nylons, and high heels—and no panties!
I had a raging hard-on (or at least as big as my little pony will get) as I pulled the denim mini over my red and black lace garter belt and black, sheer nylons. With this I wore a light blue cotton top with spaghetti shoulder straps, a small-cupped strapless bra (stuffed, of course), a touch of makeup, and my favorite black high-heel slip-on sandals.
When I arrived at the mall, I quickly made my way to the outside entrance of a women’s shoe store. The place was empty with the exception of a middle-aged woman who was simply browsing and two salesgirls talking behind the register. I walked over to one of the displays of shoes, and as I passed the register, I could hear the two girls giggling, one of them saying, “It’s a guy.”
With my back to them, I picked up an ankle-strap sandal and was looking at it when one of the girls approached me and asked if she could help me. I showed her the shoe and told her my size. As she looked me up and down, she smiled, said, “Sure,” and strode off. When she returned I was standing near the seats, but I was afraid to sit down—I was worried that she might see my little penis. But the shoes looked great, and I just had to try them on.
When I sat down, I noticed that my stockings were exposed almost to the garters. I tried tugging at my skirt, but the salesgirl told me not to worry. She said she’d caught hundreds of inadvertent peeks at women’s privates. “It’s part of the job,” she assured me.
About this time the other salesgirl walked over and sat in the chair to my left, saying that my shoes looked good. The first girl, still kneeling in front of me, suggested that I walk to see how they felt. I uncrossed my legs, stood up, tugged at my skirt, and walked to the mirror. When I returned to my seat and sat down, I forgot to check my skirt, which promptly rode up my legs, exposing not only the tops of my stockings, but also the head of my prick!
Before I got a chance to pull my skirt down and apologize, each of the girls grabbed a side of the mini and pulled it up around my waist. At first I thought they were just trying to embarrass me, but when the girl kneeling on the floor leaned toward me and wrapped her lips around the head of my prick, I wasn’t embarrassed at all—I was in heaven!
“What about customers?” I asked.
“We locked the door just after that old lady left,” the girl to my left assured me as she unbuttoned her blouse and brought the rosy nipple of a small but pert little tit to my mouth.
I had one girl hobnobbing my modest little dick while I paid tongue service to another willing nymph. These girls couldn’t have been more than seniors in high school, but they’d obviously had more sexual experience than I’d ever even dreamed about.
Just when I felt like I was going to shoot, Salesgirl Number One slurped away from my dick and, grabbing my ankles, pulled me to the floor. I said good-bye to my pink little mammary friends, but was soon greeted by an ever more palatable protrusion. When Salesgirl Number Two stood over me and lifted up her skirt, I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties either. Nestled at the apex of an inverted triangle of fine, brunette pubic hair was a sweet little vaginal gash, surpassed in beauty only by the throbbing clit that, exposed by the salesgirl’s knowing fingers, was rapidly descending upon my mouth.
I lapped at that little tiger as if I hadn’t eaten in a week, and soon the girl was gyrating madly above me, grinding her patch against my nose.
The other girl had continued her blowjob, and soon my dick had grown to around five or six inches, a record for me. Just as the girl on my face was about to come, she yelled over her shoulder, “You got him ready, Alicia?”
“I think that’s as big as it’s going to get, Anne.”
Again the sweets were snatched from my mouth, and again I didn’t mind. Anne inched her butt down toward my dick, leaving a trail of warm, wet jism, and gently descended upon my rod. Oh, ecstasy. How many times had I beaten off in the past year, dreaming of this moment. I started pushing up my pelvis, and Anne met my every thrust. Sweetly, warmly she slid up and down on my cock, occasionally rocking from side to side, making sure to stimulate the entire surface of my dick.
When I was ready to come, Anne sensed it and leaned back, placing her hands on my knees. This really stimulated the head of my penis, but it prohibited me from coming just yet. She humped me in this position a couple of times, and when she finally lunged forward, I let loose with at least five good spurts of love cream.
Sweat was beading on her little titties, and Alicia, who’d been masturbating while watching us, lowered her mouth to lick those little orbs, swinging her ass and luscious blond pussy onto my face.
It wasn’t till I got home an hour later that I realized I was wearing a brand-new pair of shoes.—Name and address withheld