Corruption

Corruption -- Chapter 4 By Marcia St. Denis (marciatv@hotmail.com) and Erica Wright (aquietone@excite.com) Copyright 2001. All rights reserved.

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Chapter Four

Mark was always depressed when he had to put away his mother's beautiful things for the day. He found that he was staying up later and later in order to avoid leaving this perfect dream world he had discovered. Weeks before, he had stopped sleeping in his own room and had taken up full time ownership of what he called "The Sanctuary": his mother's bed and bath suite. Without even being aware just how much he had adopted Sarah's persona, by now Markie was almost never dressed in anything other than her clothes. Although he hadn't gotten up the courage to use all of her makeup on a regular basis he was never without a light splash of color on his lips and a little mascara. His favorite lip color was pink and he thought the glossy frosted color complemented his hair, softened his face and highlighted his eyes.

Summer progressed and he spent more and more time in his mother's room. He was becoming comfortable spending his entire waking hours following Sarah's routines. At the end of the day it became harder to stop for a little sleep. As a result he was becoming a night owl and catching little cat naps when he felt like it. He found that he began desperately hoping that Tom, his step-father, would return home before he fell asleep so they could talk. He was achingly lonely and he knew Tom was too. He thought that talking about Sarah and their mutual loss might help let out some of the emotion that was bottled up inside both of them. Markie also had a vague notion that it would bring them closer together.

He knew that Tom was avoiding him.

And although Mark was lonely, he wasn't lonely enough to go back to being the plain old boy he used to be. He just couldn't see how he would give up his new life for even a few hours. There was no way he could go out to visit the two or three boys he could still call friends. Luckily they stayed away out of respect for him and his grief so he knew he wouldn't be disturbed. Their parents had told them that he would come to them when the time was right.

In the meantime, he loved the long lazy days of freedom and he luxuriated in the soft opulence of his new life. He would wake up slowly as the heat of the summer sun would gather in the morning and the light would filter into Sarah's bedroom through the multiple folds of the white chiffon curtains. He loved lying under the silk sheet cover of her bed, in one of her long sheer nightgowns, feeling the soft sensuousness of the feminine material sliding over his hairless skin. It always gave him a physical reaction that made him shiver with excitement. His little penis would grow and get stiff and he loved to roll over onto his stomach and grind his pelvis into the softness of a silk covered pillow that he would push down between his legs so the soft down would push the silk of his nightie up and mold it to every contour of his hard, horny cock and cum-filled testicles. There were mornings when he just couldn't stop pumping into the pillow and before long he would feel the intense pleasure of an orgasm washing over him. He would shake and grunt and moan as the cum spurted from the tip of his hard cock. He loved the wet slippery feeling of his hot sperm sliding against the silk of his nightie and sticking it to his sensitive skin. This particular morning he held off from cumming by rising onto all fours seconds before he dumped his load.

Markie slid out of bed and stepped into his favorite slippers, a pair of white satin wedges with sexy two-inch heels. He adored the fact that his mom had such a wonderful fashion sense and insisted on always buying matched nightgown and peignoir sets. He was amazed as he discovered that she actually had some shoes that only matched specific lingerie sets! He walked to the love seat of her vanity and slipped his arms into the sleeves of the matching peignoir to his nightgown that he had left there the previous night. It was an ankle length diaphanous gown that was as light as air, made of pure white chiffon with 4" ruffles on all the hems, edges and cuffs. When he wore this particular lingerie set he felt like a 1940's starlet and he loved the over-the-top femininity of the set. He knew in his bones that his mother had loved it too.

Walking to the bathroom, he preened as he passed the full length, floor to ceiling mirror that covered the 6 closet doors on the hall walls. It took his breath away to see his soft tan skinned contrasting with the see-through whiteness of the peignoir set.

"Hmmmm, I am going to have to be careful," he thought to himself as he noticed the tan lines go up around his neck. The lines must have come from the halter-top of his favorite white swimsuit.

He knew he was becoming browner as he spent more time by the pool but he thought he had been careful to prevent tan lines that were too strong by varying the suits he wore. The halter top, high cut, white cirre one piece was still his favorite but he also spent a lot of time in a hot pink, heavily shirred, semi-metallic bikini and a pale yellow one piece with a mesh lace bandeau connecting the bra with the panty. He often went topless to prevent any tan lines from developing but obviously he has not been careful enough since the defining outline of the halter strap around his neck and the strap lines of the various bikini bra tops were clearly visible against his soft young skin and he was conscious that he would need to be even more careful in the future.

He stopped when he saw his reflection on the way to the toilet just to take in the sight again and to draw power and satisfaction from what he found in the mirror. He was like a drug addict, needing to wear more of her things, wanting to look more like her, seeking release only while gazing at his totally feminized form. Many mornings he would stop and stroke his cock until the cum spewed out onto the mirror and ran down to puddle on the marble floor. Now, as he stopped to admire himself on his way to the john, he let his eyes take in what he had become. From his perfectly painted, light pink toenails peeking out from the front of his satin wedgie mules, to his thin, well-turned ankles, up past his very shapely and hairless calves and thighs, his gaze was momentarily arrested by the sexy sight of his hard 6" cock tenting out the soft material of his nightie and peignoir. He let his gaze linger there while he reached out and began stroking his pretty pole through the silky material.

"Oooooo, I HATE it when I need to cum so quickly!!! Why can't I do this forever?" He stopped, reluctant to let go of his hot pulsing hard-on but knowing there would be many other chances throughout the day to pleasure himself.

Hands on his hips, he continued his visual inventory. He took in the soft tan lines on his chest and shoulders and marveled at the glowing skin of his face, the full pouty shape of his lips, the thin, straight, delicate little nose and the finely arched eyebrows above his eyes. His lipstick from the night before was gone now but his mascara was still there and he smiled at the pretty eyes that gazed back at him from the mirror. He reached up to stuff a few errant strands of hair into the white satin scrunchie that held his ponytail in place and had to let out a giggle as he noticed once again the results of yesterday's beautification project as the sleeves of the peignoir slipped down his arms.

When he had taken a bath the day before, he had decided on the spur of the moment to shave his already almost hairless body and by the time he had finished he had only the tiniest little patch of soft downy pubic hair above his penis. After drying off, he was shocked at the sensation of cool, refreshing, lightness which coursed over him whenever anything touched his skin, including air currents. Today, as he swayed his body to and fro while sliding his hands up and down his thighs and stomach and chest, he reveled in the same delightful sensation. He knew he could never go back to being unshaved again. This feeling was just too delicious and sexy.

The tingling in his bladder reminded him that he really needed to pee! He hurried over to the toilet and lifted the hems of his sleep set up and held them in place with one arm while he sat to relieve himself. He smiled with pleasure as he reached down to hold his penis and point the semi-erect tip into the bowl.

"I just love my cock and the tiny little patch of hair I left for it. It looks so cute!!!! If I were someone looking at me, I sure would get excited looking at it. Well... at least I THINK I would anyway."

He let his bladder relax and watched the warm golden stream splash into the bowl. He would never be able to explain it but the sight of his pee coming out of his cock suddenly fascinated him and he reached his long, pink-nailed fingers down to feel the heat of the stream.

"OOOooo, God that feels lovely!"

He rubbed his fingers against each other using the lubricant of his pee to add to the sensation of slipperiness. As the final spurts escaped from him, he felt the familiar tug in his groin as his penis begun to harden into an erection. He spread his thighs and wrapped his wet fingers around the shaft and pumped it. Whether it was the dry humping earlier against the silk of his pillowcase or the little masturbation session in the hallway or the warm, golden pee that lubricated his fingers, he couldn't say, but within 5 short strokes he found himself spurting long, thick jets of cum across edge of the toilet seat and nearly swooned as he watched his sticky, white sperm land in thick, loopy strings on the floor.

He loved cumming. Not only did he crave the feeling of euphoria he got when he released his seed but he was fascinated by the look, feel, smell and taste of cum. When he had stopped spurting and had squeezed the last few drops of cum out of his shaft and onto his fingers, he lifted the precious nectar up to his lips and let his long pink tongue snake out past his lips to lick the liquid off.

"MMmmmm... What a special flavor! I would've never guessed that pee tasted so good mixed with cum."

Markie proceeded to lick his fingers clean and then he shocked himself when he realized that he was slipping onto his hands and knees. Strangely detached, he felt his mouth open and begin licking up the cooling puddles of boyspunk! He caught himself in the mirror and looked at the young waif with cum-glossed lips. He felt his cock getting hard again! He was becoming such a horny bitch!!!

As he swirled the stringy cum around in his mouth, a familiar voice was screaming in his head, "Ohhhhh God. What in the world is happening to me? Why am I doing this? Why am I turning into such a sissy? Why do I want to look like my mom and why am I always so horny when I dress this way? What is pushing me to stoop so low that I am eating cum off a bathroom floor? Ohhhh, please don't turn me into a sick person. I don't want to deal with these perverted and sick urges... Please save me. Why isn't Tom here? Where does he go? Doesn't he love me? Doesn't he know I really need him around? Oh dear God, please tell Tom to come home so we can talk. I know if he were here I wouldn't want to do these things."

His step-father Tom never seemed to be around anymore and Markie knew that as much as he wanted to be around Tom, it was a mixed blessing that he hadn't been around very much over the past several months. On the one hand, Markie felt completely free to explore this whole new world he had grown to love and need, without the artificial restraint of what Tom might think about having a son wear women's clothes inhibiting him. But on the other hand, Markie was feeling almost abandoned and he was becoming a little desperate for some attention and affection. He missed Tom's presence enormously and lately, he had begun to speculate about what kind of marriage Tom and Sarah must have had for Tom to react so strongly to her loss.

He had heard this one-sided argument before and once again just dismissed it. He knew he was going to be a sissy, he loved it all too much. From dressing in all the sexy clothes, to sliding long hard things up his tiny twat, everything about being a girl-boy was more fun than being a boring boy! He lapped up the last few splatters of cool sperm and sat back. He was both satisfied and disgusted at the same time. He loved the way the cool tile felt against his smooth backside, and looked down at his hardening tool. He let a dribble of saliva drop to his throbbing cock-head and immediately shaped his fingers into an `o' and spread the saliva down his hard length. He looked in the mirror and decided that like so many other mornings he wanted to get tarted up and fuck himself before starting the day. As he gave in to the urge, he felt the warmth of anticipatory pleasure wash over his body. He was about to get up when he noticed something strange. Because of the way the mirrored doors in the different rooms were opened he saw what looked like a small seam, actually two small seams, in the base of his mother's (his) platform bed. From the bathroom the seams almost looked like a tiny little door!

He stood up and walked through the hallway to the bedroom, the soft fabric of his gowns billowing behind him and his cock bobbing in front of him.

He kneeled by the side of the bed and tried getting his fingernails into the crevices. On closer examination, he knew it was a door; a tiny little secret door. What would he find behind it? Over the months since her death he had found all of his mother's other secret hiding places, the one thing he'd never found and just knew his mother had was some kind of a dildo, or vibrator or something. There was no way that such an intensely sensual and sexual creature as his mother didn't have something close at hand to satisfy her needs when she felt like a good thumping but when Tom wasn't around.

Finally, in frustration, he pushed and heard a little click. The door opened on two quiet hinges. He was afraid to reach into the dark cubby but did so none-the-less. His hand brushed over something smooth and he closed his fingers around the soft fabric and struggled to pull out a thick satin pillowcase. He put the sack on the bed and quickly noticed all the funny shapes inside. He felt his cock throb against his thigh as he reached into the door again. This time his hand closed around more familiar shapes: a VHS tape, and another, and still another. In all, he had six unmarked tapes on the bed next to the satin pillowcase. He felt around and thought his hand had grazed something else. He pushed his face to the hole and saw an 8x10 envelope pushed against the back wall of the secret compartment. He pulled it out and noticed the thick dust coating the tan envelope. He placed the envelope next to his other `discoveries'

"Where should I start?" he said to the empty room.

`Start with the first thing you took out... The stuff in the back is probably the juiciest. Better save it for last...'

Still on his knees he fumbled with the pillowcase until he dumped the contents out. His eyes opened wide. In his mind he tried to catalog the various items, but kept coming back to the huge rubber cock lying in the middle of everything. It had to be at least ten, maybe twelve inches long, and it was thick, impossibly thick. He reached for it and noticed it was as thick if not thicker than his wrist! His fingers barely closed around the slightly thinner base, he grasped the tremendous prick right above the ridiculously huge ball sac, and noticed that the ball sack had hard ball-shaped testicles that moved around inside it. He turned it around in his hands and reveled at the craftsmanship. He hadn't seen too many cocks in his life, but this one looked so real! Each little bulge and vein was hand-painted a dark purple. The skin looked so real, even the soft skin right below the cock-head was wrinkled to perfection. As he spun it around he noticed a large rubber suction cup nestled behind the balls. He pressed it to his palm and it almost sucked on. He realized the smooth tile in the bathroom, or any one of the mirrors in the room would be perfect to hold it. He felt himself staring at the huge thing and then he felt his mouth open and his pink tongue slither out. Before he knew it, he was tracing his tongue up and down the huge prick. He felt something hot on his stomach and looked down to see a huge drip of clear pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock. He reached down with his free hand and scooped up the goo, carefully depositing it on the tip of the rubber prick that was an inch away from his mouth. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth trying to suck the huge rubber dong between his lips. He felt his lips stretch and then tasted his own pre-cum. His mouth began to water. He pulled back and looked at the clock, he had an appointment with his mother's old hair stylist later on that day but knew he was too horny to ignore all the toys laid out on the bed before him. It was simple, he'd pay attention to the time and make sure he got to Syl's salon in time.

"What am I going to wear? What, what what!?"

Markie twirled around the bedroom, his own stiff cock bobbing in front of him. He couldn't believe his luck: at long last he would feel something like a REAL penis up his cunt-hole.

"I think if I'm finally going to lose my virginity, then I need to be wearing something frilly and white..."

He raced to the dresser and flung open the huge top drawer. He started digging; he remembered something he'd seen there, if he could just find it now. His hand closed around the lace-rimmed garment.

"This will be perfect." he sighed. It was a white satin and lace teddy with a built in padded bra. The shoulders were trimmed with at least four rows of lace. The neckline had what looked like at least a hundred tiny satin bows sewn onto it. And sewn around the waist was a short satin skirt that if he guessed correctly would just cover his curvy backside. He stripped from his nightgown set and all but leapt into the wonderfully exotic lingerie. His cock pulsed with expectation as he adjusted himself within it. He looked in the mirror and tried to decide if he should fill out the bra or go au natural.

"I'm gonna be a little priss taking it up the ass for the first time so I'll just pretend my tits haven't sprouted yet!" He caressed his chest and pinched his nipples through the satin.

"Stockings and a garter belt and then shoes... I think there was a nice frilly lacy one that will match this..."

He giggled as he found it and unsnapped the teddy in the crotch then wrapped the garter belt around his waist, fastening the three metal hook and eye fasteners. He refastened the crotch of his teddy and sat back on the bed and carefully rolled the white stockings up his smooth legs. Markie stood and turned around to adjust his seams before clipping the stockings to the clips.

"Almost perfect..." He pranced to the closet and knelt to dig through his mother's shoes.

He settled on a ridiculously high pair of white satin, open toed pumps. He tiptoed around the bedroom, his cock on the verge of exploding with every movement.

He looked at himself in the mirror and remembered the fancy taffeta veil in the back of his mother's closet! Seconds later he had the gauzy material over his head. He looked like a young bride!

He sauntered over to each large window and closed the blinds. The room was now too dark. He lit a few candles and crawled onto the bed. He swept all the items from the satin pillowcase onto the floor. All except one. He stared at the tremendously long and thick dong. He began to imagine his husband's voice...

"Don't worry honey it won't bite... just lick it... just lick the shiny tip. Be a good little wife and suck my big, hard bone..."

Markie dropped his veiled face over the huge prick and licked around the spongy glans. He imagined that husband's hands dropped to the back of his head.

"What a good girl. Doesn't it taste good? That's it lick it... like a lollypop, your own private hot and musky lolly... Your tongue is driving me crazy babydoll... Oooo huney, c'mon and suck it. You know you want to and I won't tell anyone that you're my dirty little cock-sucking bitch... OK? Oh c'mon lovergirl!"

Markie opened his mouth and plunged his pink glossed lips down until he felt them stretching over his husband's knob. He imagined the groans of pleasure. Markie couldn't believe the electric sensations whirling though his body. He was aware of his cock under all the tight satin and lace, but the pleasure really wasn't coming from his throbbing prick. He felt heat and the purest king of pleasure deep in his chest. His heart was pounding! He wanted to let go of the cock and really suck it, but every time he did it flopped onto the bed. He licked down around the heavy balls and remembered the large suction cup!

"I want to see my new wife on her knees in our bathroom sucking my big prick, lets go honey!"

Markie skipped into the bathroom, lighting a few candles as he went. He knelt so that he could look in the mirror and watch himself suck the monster cock. A little shiver went up his spine.

"I should be able to see this thing splitting my ass open too..."

He held the heavy rubber cock in his hands and was about to press the suction cup to the wall when he slid it up another two inches. He wanted to imagine his husband as a big strong man who towered over his sissy wife!

Straining, he could just reach the tip of the big rubber cock while he was on his knees. He licked and sucked it... Every so often looking at himself in the mirror. The veil was still in place but he could easily see his soft wet lips wrapped around the thick shaft. He was a natural cock-sucker! He looked at the shiny satin and frilly lace and his curved butt which was perfectly framed by the little satin skirt. He rubbed his long legs. He was about to cum! After a few minutes his knees and neck began to cramp.

"Suck my balls for a few minutes... give them a nice tongue bath."

Markie sat back on the cool tile and pressed his lips to the realistic ball-sac. He sucked at them and felt the testicles slide around inside.

"That's a good wifey, suck them hard, and suck each of my balls into your mouth. You're lucky it's our wedding night cuz usually right about now I grab whoever is sucking my cock and force them down between my legs. That's right; I make all my girls stick their tongue up my musky ass. Some of them do it so good I shoot a huge sticky load all over the top of their heads. I've heard cum is a great conditioner. You'd like that wouldn't you baby? You wanna be my dirtiest lover girl..."

Markie wished the UPS guy was standing in front of him so he could slide his tongue down over that man's real prick and balls and then slide further down between his legs and nestle his tongue and nose between his sweaty cheeks! What was that guys name? He swore he'd remember it. He was, after all, his first blow-job. Damn!!!! He just couldn't remember it!

"Who cares now...? I'm sucking my loving husband's huge knob..."

He ran his tongue and slippery lips back up the veined shaft, closing his mouth around the bulbous glans. Markie bobbed his head up and down, feeling the blunt tip of the cock slam repeatedly against the back of his throat.

"I think I've had enough of your silly inexperienced mouth you little whore... I wanna feel my big cock between your tiny ass cheeks. That's right honey, my girls don't use lube. I wanna feel your dry, hot hole wrapped around my penis. I wanna hear you scream when I fuck you for the first time... don't shake your head... Just dribble your saliva all over it and get it nice and shinny with your spit."

Markie allowed drools of saliva to coat the shaft; he used his hand to evenly coat the prick.

"That's enough baby, turn around on your knees with your shoulders down and stick your virgin butt up in the air... look at how curvy and round you ass is. I can't wait to stuff my cock up that tight sweet rectum!"

Markie reached between his legs and fumbled with the clasps between his legs. He wanted his husband to see his tight pink hole. After a few minutes of struggling with the tiny clasps he heard the man behind him growl,

"Ohhh fuck it you sissy... Here, let me at your hole!"

Markie felt and heard the fabric tear and could feel cool air on his twitching ass-cunt.

"Oooooh yessssss... What a good girl... That's it... scrunch up your tight hole, twitch and clench it, remember that's just what you need to do when my prick is up inside you..."

Markie imagined his husband leaning forward and pressing the blunt tip of his huge cock against his virgin cunt. Markie swooned as the soft rubber nestled between his soft asscheeks.

"I'm gonna fuck you now... squeal all you want but I'm not gonna stop until I dump a huge sticky load up your twat... here goes baby-doll..."

Markie pushed back and groaned as the tip of the huge cock stretched his tight hole.

"Awrrrrrrggg... oh fu-fuh-fuck... You're so big honey... Your dick is so damn big! You're gonna rip me and make me bleed just like virgin brides should on their wedding night."

He kept pushing back and looked in the mirror as he struggled to take inch after inch of the thick penis up his burning rectum. The searing heat of penetration was spreading all over his body. His cock which had been throbbing against his tight lingerie was now soft in defeat. Little quivers and shakes swarmed over him. He was sweating and he felt the liquid beads of sweat rolling down his back and chest. He was in agony but he was making his husband happy. Markie imagined the joy he would experience the night he could actually give himself to another man and took a deep breath and pushed back harder.

The mirror confirmed that he had less than half the huge bone up his ass. He hesitated for a second, reaching back, running his nails around where the cock disappeared up his hole. An evil thought swirled through his demented mind and he pulled off his lovers cock, swinging around without thinking and sucking the rubber dong between his lips.

"You dirty little bitch!" his husband growled. "That's right get it all wet again..."

Markie repeated the fucking and sucking over the next fifteen minutes until he knew he was one, maybe two big pushes from taking his lover to the hilt. Turning around and pushing his butt up against the cock head he reached back and grasped his cheeks, spreading them until between them stung. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the cool tile. The taffeta veil was rough against his face, but he just knew he couldn't pull it back over his head until he had satisfied his husband!

Markie took one last deep breath and pushed back harshly. He felt the final resistance of his asshole give way and then the last few inches of hot hard cock rush up inside him. His ass was almost sucking the last little bit inside. The searing heat subsided as the thinner part of the shaft slid between his cheeks, a second later he felt the big manly ball sac pressed against his own. He broke the fantasy for a moment and giggled loudly as he tightened and loosened his asshole.

"I can't believe how fucking good this feels! I'm never gonna be a regular boy again!" he squealed to the empty bathroom.

He pulled a leg up so he could see the pink ring of his asshole wrapped around the huge rubber dick. He slid forward and watched, mesmerized as the entire prick slid from his hole. He spun around and dribbled a long line of saliva along the dick. He closed his eyes and submerged himself in his fantasy.

"Ok baby-doll, let's fuck for real now!"

Markie reached back and grabbed his cheeks, imagining his husband holding them as he fucked for effect. He humped backwards four or five times and couldn't believe how wonderful his rectum felt each time he took the cock to the hilt. In no time he was buzzing with pleasure. Each time the rubber balls slammed between his ass and slapped up against his own cum-filled sack he grunted in pleasure. His cock was throbbing again, and he reached down to rub it through the slippery satin of his teddy. He was glad that he'd ripped the crotch earlier rather than unclasping the lingerie. He had a huge cock up his twat, but his own was also tightly encased in his favorite fabric. He felt the huge wet-spot that seemed to spread with each stroke.

"Ohhhh lover boy... My gorgeous hubby... My back is really starting to get tired. Can I sit on your cock instead?"

Markie reached back and peeled the cock off the wall and plopped it down onto the floor. He made sure that he could see it in the mirror and immediately slumped on top of it, sliding down until he'd taken it to the hilt again.

"I wanna stroke your cock while I fuck you up the ass... pull your prick out you bitch... you whore... you cunt..."

Markie obeyed his husband and pulled his little prick out from behind the white satin.

"Good girl... Let me stroke that thing."

Markie wrapped his fist around his cock and swooned as the pleasure radiating from his ass joined with that coming from his cock. It seemed like the two sensations were churning and knotting deep inside his belly. His cock was tingling and his ass aching with pure sensation. He knew he was only a few fucks from cumming and he looked over his shoulder to watch the huge rubber tool disappear between his curvy cheeks. He could only watch for a second before he felt the discharge building up the base of his cock. There was no chance to hold back and instead he just went with it, sliding all the way down the enormous prick until he felt the balls pressed to his stretched opening.

"Uuuunghh!" he groaned as the first huge stream of sperm shot across the room. "Oh fuuuuck!"

And then another and another long thick sticky rope spurted from the open hole at the end of his cock. Oh damn!!! He was on the very edge of the last spurt but couldn't seem to get it out. In a haze of frustration he could feel his asshole clenching around the hard rubber cock with each spurt. He started sliding forward and that did it. Another shot of creamy cum joined the others on the floor. As the cock slithered out of him he finally reached the peak of his orgasm and shot for the last time. He held himself on his hands and knees panting uncontrollably.

"That was fucking unbelievable!" he groaned, looking down at the huge splatters of sperm all over the tile of the floor.

He reached back and lifted the slimy cock from the floor. It was warm from being up his ass, and oh-so slippery. Markie knew what he was going to do and welcomed the final descent into utter depraved perversion. Completely detached he watched in the mirror as the young girl in front of him flipped back the veil. Amazingly pretty young thing he thought as he took the wet prick and ran the blunt tip through the nearest puddle of cum before slurping it down. His tiny pink tongue lapped at the big penis and then his lips kissed the sperm-glossed cock-head. Markie watched as the girl slumped to the floor. Lying on the floor in a post-orgasmic daze, he drifted as he watched the girl slurp up each puddle of bitter cum.

Some time later Markie woke up with a startle. What time was it? He looked around the bathroom and everything came back with a twinkle.

"Ummm that was so much fun... I can't wait to do that again, but I really want the real thing... Well, wishing and hoping and dreaming and wondering about those things won't do any good. So I better get ready for the day."

Markie drew his bath and slipped out of his wedding lingerie. He dipped his toes into the water and then slowly slid down until he was lying flat with his head resting on the neck rest. He loved the feeling of the oiled bath water as it seeped into his skin and softened it. He felt a tingling and a tiny stinging sensation from his satisfied asshole.

"I wonder if a load of hot sperm will make that feel better!"

He spent a long time merely daydreaming and swirling the water over his body. He had decided that he needed to do something with his hair and today he had an appointment. He was going to the same hairdresser that his mother had used and he was nervous. He would have to leave the comfort and security of The Sanctuary and his house to go out in public and get his hair done.

Getting up the courage last week to make an appointment with his mother's long time hair stylist was a milestone. Sarah's hair dresser was a very effeminate gay man who went by the name of Syl (short for Sylvester) whom Mark had met on two different occasions when he had accompanied his mother while she had her hair done. It took all of his courage to make the call and today was the day he had to follow through with his plan.

After dressing and fixing himself a little bite to eat, he slipped behind the wheel of her Jaguar J type (which had become his car upon her death) for the short drive downtown to the stylist's shop. He had dressed with particular care for this outing. He wanted to look soft and feminine but knew he just couldn't come right out and wear a skirt.

After his bath he spent time repainting his toenails with the remaining MAC polish in the light frosted pink that he had grown to love. Then he did his fingernails with a barely tinted pink flesh tone. He slipped into a gorgeous light pink lycra and satin thong and then pulled on a pair of tight, low-riding, off-white sailor pants with a front panel held up by two rows of subtly pearlized navy blue buttons. He chose a simple, high collared, open necked, white cotton blouse with three-quarter length sleeves and slipped into a pair of cream colored loafers. He wore no jewelry, making sure he took off all of Sarah's rings and the diamond bracelet he loved wearing so much. Bu he felt very naughty as he put his keys, license, clear lip-gloss and wallet into a small white clutch purse that looked very Euro-unisex.

Markie was thrilled when Syl gave him a big hug and a quick peck on the lips by way of a greeting.

"Ooooo, I just love the way you've let your hair grow out so I'll have something to work with! So many people come in demanding a certain look without giving me the length I'll need to make it happen. I just hate disappointing my sweeties. I want all of my darlings to look as good as they want so they feel like they can conquer the world... or at least conquer the hunky doll they set their sights on for that night! But you're too young to know anything about that, aren't you honey?"

Mark didn't know quite how to respond and Syl ignored his discomfort saying, "Come on over to my work station so I can look at you and we can talk about what we need to do to you."

He sat down in a semi-private work area and Syl immediately began running his jeweled fingers through his hair.

"Mmmm, you have hair just like your mother's. She probably had the nicest hair I've ever been blessed to work with. It's so rich and balanced. Beautiful body and perfect texture. You are also her shade exactly, don't you think?"

Mark smiled meekly and said that he agreed. He was thrilled when Syl was able to understand his stilted explanation as to what he had in mind. Not only did Syl not laugh at him but he spent the next 20 minutes leafing through various hair styling magazines pointing out variations that he thought would be especially attractive for Mark.

"Markie, my sweet little cutie-pie, I am going to make you cream your darling little sailor pants by the time I get done with you..."

And leaning around the corner of his partition, he said, "Gina, will you cancel all of my appointments for the rest of the afternoon? This appointment will take longer than I thought. And you can lock up and go home as soon as the other cutters are finished. OK?"

No wonder his mother loved her time at the salon with Syl. He made Markie feel just the way he must have made Sarah feel: like he was the only person alive. Mark had never been pampered or fussed over before quite like this in his entire life and he was learning to love the feeling. Syl asked Markie to get up and take off his "shirt" before putting on the styling smock.

"Mmmm, what a pretty, smooth chest punkin'...So soft too."

Syl reached out and slid his fingers up Markie's stomach to his chest and then grazed his nipples. Markie had to close his eyes and he felt like he was going to swoon when Syl suddenly slid the stylist's smock up his arms and tied it in the back and led him to the sink for a shampoo.

Syl spent over three hours with Markie. It was perhaps the most fun he had ever had in his short life. He never realized how much time it took to make girls so beautiful or how hard stylists worked, but he luxuriated in his time alone with Syl.

His dark auburn hair was highlighted and streaked with shades of red and blonde before it was cut into a really cute wedged bob. Syl left it full and relatively short in the back and then tapered it down to the top of his neck. From there the ends sloped down to maybe 4 inches below his chin at the front. His bangs were feathered to come just below the eyebrows with the tips tickling the lids of his deep green eyes.

When it was all done Syl asked him to look in the mirror. Markie was overcome with emotion. He didn't know what to do or say. He felt totally paralyzed at the sight of himself. His hair was more perfect than he had ever had the right to hope for. He stood there looking at himself and without thinking about it, he started to cry. There, staring back from the mirror was his mother's image... From the reddish blond highlights to the way the tips curled in and under his chin to tickle his neck, to the smoldering green of his eyes, to the wide, soft lips that despite the crying, showed the biggest, happiest grin he'd had since Sarah's death.

Markie leapt up and turned to give Syl a huge hug and the damn burst. He couldn't control his sobbing. He was so happy and could only squeak out his thanks between sobs. Thank god the rest of the staff had gone home nearly an hour ago.

"Oh Markie honey, it's OK. I understand. Just let it go. Let it all go, sweetie. You've been all alone for way too long and I'm here now. It's OK dollface." And Syl just held him tight and stroked his back and let him cry himself out.

Fifteen minutes later he finally spoke, "Look Markie, I knew what you wanted from the moment you started talking. I mean, I did your mommy's hair for all those years and if anyone knows anything about a person, it's her hairdresser. I knew what hairstyle looked best on her. So if anyone knew what you were talking about it was me. And I am so honored that you came to me to help you."

Pushing Markie back and holding him at arm's length, Syl went on. "There are no secrets here honey... not with Syl. Tell me, did you start wearing her clothes before she died or did it start after? And when did you begin wanting to look like her?"

"But... How on earth did you know that? I never told you anything and no one has seen me for over a month now. Oh no! Is it THAT obvious? Or has someone been spying on me?" Markie cried out, scared at the thought that everyone in town knew what he had been up to.

"Oh Markie. You are such a precious dear! When you took off your blouse, I saw the tan line from the halter-top swimsuit you must wear when you go swimming. The only boys I know who have tan lines like that are pretty little girly-boys who are so cute and sexy that boy-lovers like me go weak-kneed and turn to jelly in front of them. Why do you think I spent so much time making sure you got exactly what you were hoping for? Hmm, my little pet?"

With that Syl turned away and went to the window to shut the blinds. He turned back to Mark and said, "Sit back down. I'm not done with you yet."

He then proceeded to thin Mark's eyebrows, arching them perfectly. He spent another hour making up his face with all of the skill and expertise of a practiced makeup artist. Syl knew exactly what he was doing to turn this gorgeous little boy's face into the face of his mother: a goddess whose sexuality was the envy of every woman in town.

When he was done Syl slipped a pair of diamond and pearl clip-on earrings on a stunned Markie. Suddenly moving quickly he went to the closet and put his short jacket on and asked, "Well, cute boy, are you coming with me, or are you going to just stand there and admire yourself all night? Put your blouse on and get your cute little fanny over here. I'm starving. Aren't you?"

Syl took him to a quiet little Italian place. It took Markie a while to realize that the restaurant only seemed to cater to men. There were a few women, but then he realized under close scrutiny that they were women in mind only! He sipped on the martini Syl had ordered for him (the first hard liquor he had ever tasted) and soaked in the attention he was getting. He adored the obvious looks of desire he caught in the eyes of the older men. He knew they were talking about him and he was unconsciously preening a little for them. Syl watched with amusement and had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the sight of this gorgeous young girlie-boy showing off and flirting with all of the horny old goats in the place.

Markie didn't know if it was the fact that he was getting pretty drunk or if it was because of the way he looked but he knew he was causing a stir and it felt really good. His little cock started to get hard in his pink thong and he didn't try to hide it when he had to reach down and adjust it so that it was pointing up against his tummy.

"Oh my, Syl... This is SOOOOOO much fun. Do I look that good or are these guys just desperate? I don't know why you are doing this and I don't know why I am so excited but I don't ever want this day to end. It has been magical and I don't know how I can thank you."

"Honey girl, I brought you here to show you off. You are maybe the finest creation I've ever turned out and I wanted these rich, horny donkeys to see what I have and what they are missing before I take you home... You know Markie, most of these guys are married. That's right... They have a wife and kids waiting for them at home but they come here on the off chance they'll get lucky and find a cute little thing like you to help them keep their demons at bay. You know about sex don't you?"

"Oh don't look so shocked. Married men go crazy for sexy young queens like you. There are SO many gay men who are trapped in marriages that can't begin to satisfy them or their sexual hungers. Lots of girls are kept mistresses of these rich playboys. These kept boy-girls have much better things than the plain, vanilla wives the men go home to sleep with. The young sissies have unlimited budgets to buy virtually anything they want to make their lives comfortable, from the nicest apartments and homes with the very best furniture to the richest furs and gaudiest jewelry, and the finest designer clothes and heels. They enjoy more pampering from service people like me and massage therapists and makeup artists and personal trainers than anyone can imagine. All the girls need to do is be available for unlimited sex with the men who put up the money."

"These `so-called straight' men need what these girls have to offer. They would die if they were denied access to all that soft, available, sweetly loving, outwardly appearing femininity that hides what they crave: nice hard cocks waiting for them to suck or get fucked by. You have no idea how many gay married men there are in the world."

Markie knew he should be scared at the thought of all these men wanting to taste the delights that his body promised. He also knew he should be really worried about Syl's remark about taking him home at the end of the evening but he felt so happy and so relaxed from the perfect afternoon and the liquor that he just smiled stupidly and leaned over to give Syl a long soft kiss. His lips opened on their own volition and the two of them spent 15 minutes kissing away all of the lipstick and lip liner that Syl had so painstakingly applied. Markie giggled again, and before he knew it, dinner and a whole bottle of red wine were over and he made his way to the restroom. He stood by the two doors. Both had the symbol for male, but one was pink and one was blue! He reached for the shiny doorknob and opened the pink door! He opened his clutch and clumsily reapplied his lipstick and some blush.

He knew he was drunk and he knew he loved the feeling.

"I'm going to have to begin fixing myself some drinks more often... I love this feeling of being lightheaded and loose. It makes me want to masturbate though..."

He smiled to himself as he began to sway a little and push his hard cock up against the edge of the counter while he tried to fix his hair and smooth out his lipstick.

"What's going to happen next?" he wondered and then couldn't help but let out the softest little giggle.

"Mmmmm, whatever it is, it's gonna be an adventure and one I am feeling VERY ready to have. Syl is just the sweetest and softest man I have ever met. I feel so comfortable being with him. I feel so good, so feminine, so alluring and sexy, so ALIVE. Being the object of lust from all of these cute gay men is driving me wild. Mmmmmm, and I'm feeling so very empty back there. I think I'm going to need a long session with my new-found rubber too... Giggle... and... I need to pee but I am so hard I don't think I could push it down or open up my bladder even if I wanted to..."

He moved from the mirror towards the sink and was about to sprinkle some cool water on his rock-hard cock which he had slipped out of his sailor pants when he heard the shuffling from the far stall. With his cock still out of his pants, Markie tip-toed closer.

A slightly effeminate voice rattled off the walls. "You think that little sissy could give it to you like this hunkydoll... huh? Do you? In her cute little sailor suit, she's probably never even seen a real man's hard cock, let alone fucked someone like this... You pathetic piece of crap... Who gives you what you need?"

Markie realized they were talking about him! He leaned closer and could see just a sliver of the action through a crack in the stall door.

"You do... You do honey... You give me everything I need... everything I fucking crave..."

"What is it that you crave sweet sugar?... Tell me, you fucking prick..."

"I need to pull up your frilly skirt... (unh... oh yesssss... harder... fuck me harder!)... and wrap my lips around your huge she-male prick until it's dripping with my spit... Then when my jaw is sore from sucking you for so long, I need you to slap my face with your big bone and wait for your command... the command that satisfies every one of my dirty dreams..."

"That's it prick... tell me more. You're getting me ready to shoot... tell me, tell me what you want from me and what I want to hear..."

"You know honey... You know so well... Ohhhh noooo don't take it out! Please stick it back in me!"

"If you want my dick, tell me what you REALLY want..."

"All week long... all I've waited for is your simple, loving command... You know where you tell me to `Drop your pants and spread your pathetic ass!'... Ohhhh fuck yesss... Fuck me harder..."

Markie could hear the slap-slap-slap of the two bodies as they rutted behind the closed door of the stall.

"Ohhh you little fag... I'm gonna shoot you full of my creamy stuff... but before I do I want your tongue up my twat... I wanna see you wanking your pathetic little thing while you worship my musky cunt."

"Ohhhh please don't take it out... please stick it back inside..."

Markie saw the woman spin around and bend down.

"Stick your tongue out you little priss... that's it!"

Markie could see the tip of the guy's tongue snake up towards her soft smooth white ass as she slammed it backwards.

"Perfect you little shit... Tongue-fuck my asshole... Oh yeah... Just like that... I can't believe that I used to let a pathetic shit like you fuck me there... Remember how tight it was?... I bet you'd love to fuck my ass right now wouldn't you... but not anymore you can't... The only thing that you can touch my asshole with is your little pink tongue! By the way, can you taste the lube?"

The guy groaned out in disgust and pleasure.

"How about the cum? Can you taste my lovers load of bitter sperm? He fucked me at lunch. I need to have my sissy's soft sweet tongue soothe my sore hole after I get fucked by a real man. Remember you'll never have me again... not now that I know what you really need, what you really crave! Tell me again what you need!"

"Ugghhhh... I need your thick tool up my pussy!"

"No you silly prick... Use the real words... I want to hear you say what you really need!"

The guy was struggling to stroke his cock, breathe, tongue his mistresses' asshole and talk, all at the same time. Markie's cock was throbbing in his hand!

"I need your rock-hard prick stuffed up my pathetic little gayboy asshole, I need the kind of fucking only a special girl like you can give... please fuck me... I need it; I need you up my ass!"

"You've convinced me, you worm. Get back up here and spread your ass."

The two switched places, Markie noticed that the guy had pink frilly panties bunched around his ankles.

"I think you need a special `punishment' tonight..." There was a great deal of emphasis on the word punishment.

"What are you doing honey???? Why aren't you doing me like I need? Oh baby, please, I beg you... Stuff your big thick thing up my pussy! Please?!"

Markie heard what sounded like a rubber band snapping and then looking at the floor and saw the wrinkled condom hit the floor.

"Because you looked at that silly little chicken-girl I'm giving you my load so it'll drip out of you on your way home to wifey-pooh... you need to remember who's in charge..."

"Noooooo..."

"Yessss...it's been a long time since you've taken my cock bareback, keep your mouth shut or I have another dirty idea for you my little priss..."

The fucking sounds resumed, faster and faster and all Markie heard was grunts and groans of intense pleasure.

Markie watched as the shemale's glistening cock pistoned in and out of the groaning guy's asshole. Markie couldn't believe how fast it disappeared and then reappeared. The shemale's cock was rock hard and Markie was so close he could see every throbbing vein and blood vessel.

"You're gonna get it... here comes... my thick creamy stuff... you know you really want it... tell me... fucking tell me you bastard!"

The shemale was fucking her lover so hard that her cock was exiting his hole with a wet sucking sound. Markie was squirming, imagining getting ravaged by this experienced whore.

"I... want... your... cum..."

"Where do you want my cum?"

"I want... it... up my assssss! I want a huge load of your hot sperm up my asssss!"

"Don't you cum without me you silly bitch!"

"I can't help it! Your cock feels soooo fucking goood! I'm gonna cummmm!"

With that, the grunts became loud yelling as the two tried to cum together. Markie stood there transfixed as the grunts and groans subsided.

"Ummm... baby-doll, your ass feels so good filled with my cum... I love the thought of you going home to your wifey with a huge load of my squirming sperm swimming up inside you... But..."

The effeminate voice suddenly became harsh.

"You came before me... and for that... you need to really show me who's in charge now... Don't shake your silly little head. You know the rules. I laid them out the first day... That's it, slide off my cock... no don't move, I wanna see my cum bubble out of your ass... That's it, clench those strong muscular cheeks together. Fuck that looks sexy... Do you feel it oozing down your crack? Now it's coating your balls! I think you need a tampon dear."

Marcia heard the crinkleing of plastic and then saw the pink wrapper land next to the dry condom.

"Here, let me slide this up your sloppy cunt. What a cute little butt-hole, hopefully the string will remind you of me all the way home, and then when you take it out later you'll think of me again! Let me pull up your pink panties. How does that feel? Doesn't my slippery stuff soaking your panties remind you of just what you are? That's enough groveling; you can turn around and look at the prize your little-boy premature ejaculation has won you... Don't look so horrified... no matter how many times you say it disgusts you, I know the truth. You love sucking my musky cock, especially if it's covered with streaks of cum from fucking your ass bareback. Now open up... that's it... good boy. Ummm! I love your sweet lips closed around my prick..."

Markie backed up trying to simultaneously pull his pants up and get out of the bathroom. He turned rushed back to join Syl.

"You look all flustered... is everything alright?" Syl asked true concern in his voice.

"You're not too drunk or gonna get sick are you?"

Markie shook his head, "They were fucking...one of the girls was fucking a guy!" He gulped his drink and started the fresh one that Syl had thoughtfully ordered in his absence. He continued matter-of-factly. "I heard the two of them fucking like animals, right there in the stall... I thought I was gonna cream in my panties!"

Syl laughed, "You have to make a lot of noise when you go to the bathroom in a place like this... though sometimes it doesn't even matter if you do. They like the thought that someone is watching. C'mon, lets get you home before you're irretrievably corrupted by someone else."

They went out into the cool air and Syl opened the car door for Markie, "Young ladies first." He whispered with a wink.