Crystal Palace part 1
By jamirene
This story is fiction, only a feeble attempt to bring some of you into my world of fantasy. If you are not over 18 years of age, or it is illegal for you to view this for any reason, please leave now. However, if you would like to hear the first chapter of my fantasy, then please read on.
What a surprise, Gilbert and I were frozen with a combined look of horror mixed with ecstasy reflected on our faces. The double sided dildo was embedded our asses with both of us grinding on it while stroking each others cocks.
Framed in the window, were 2 faces with eyes as big around as saucers. Then they grinned and looked at each other and let themselves in.......
Obviously not wanting to be recognized I quickly jumped back and started to hide, when a pair of strong, masculine arms surrounded me and gently, but forcefully pulled me back into the room. "Look what we have here", said the dark skinned, muscular man. "A couple of fuck buddies, I bet they are wishing they had closed the curtain now huh?" His friend and him started to snicker, as the other one pointed at my hair, "He's got prettier hair than my girlfriend does, you know, I have an idea, he is gonna be his buddies' girl, hey Deke, let's have some fun!"
Now, here I am standing in the middle of the foyer, butt naked, my cock now quite limp, staring helplessly at Gilbert, who was as shocked as I was. We had no idea who these men were, or where they were from. I started to struggle, but Deke (the black guy's name) kept me held tight. At that point we were ordered to sit on the couch, but could not cover ourselves. This was obviously quite uncomfortable for us, as neither of us was in any position for our affair to become public. These two guys that were grinning ear to ear actually were pretty hot.
Let me give some history as to how Gilbert and I arrived at this point. I am in a committed relationship with a woman; Gilbert pretty much plays the field. Now, my lady knows of my past dabbling with cross-dressing, as well as my bisexual tendencies. She does not however know that I have a small fetish, and affair. I am a responsible, contributing member of society, but every 6 months or so I get this desire, a desire for cock. This desire and the very rare and occasional sexcapades are usually helped by getting high. I love weed, but for the occasional, mind blowing experience, my choice was meth. I know that it is the scourge, but I have been on a fairly conservative level of using on average 1 gram every 6 to 8 months, to accompany our little flings. That being said, I have never used just for the sake of using, it always was a pre-planned tryst with Gilbert, for six years-we maybe did this like nine times.
This was the latest occasion. We had been planning this for like 4 months. But we got careless and didn't cover up the door window at the cabin we rented. Needless to say, I am a little wound up, scared, naked but kind of intrigued. As I am sitting there I can't help but get a little nervous. Their names were Deke and Jacob. Deke is about 6'2, lean, muscular, and dark. He had onyx black hair, medium length, and it hung over one eye. Jacob was your typical corn fed, ball playin, farm boy. Both were in ripe shape, and as I was already turning in my skin because of the meth, my eyes began to undress them.
Deke was lookin at me with a sort of a glint in his eye as he seemed to be undressing and redressing me with his eyes. He then spoke up, quietly, yet firmly, "Yeah, she'll do". I couldn't believe what I heard; it had to be a mistake. He referred to me as a she. My unease increased, but I did cross dress, and do drag shows as a young man in my early 20's. Jacob was still grinning when he came back from the back room of the cabin, but this time he was swinging a pair of sexy panties in my direction. I said, "hell no!" Jacob then proceeded to remind me that they could easily ruin my life as I know it now. I sheepishly lowered my head, as Deke drew something from his jacket. "This'll take the edge off", and he shoved a glass pipe between my lips....I knew exactly what this was. It made me weak in the knees, it made me crave a cock. I had my pride now, but as I inhaled the white cloud, the blanket of desire started to descend over my already clouded mind. They fed me the pipe, even forced me to smoke it, because they didn't want to force me into anything, as Jacob said," we want you to be our own little cock slut, but only because you can't help yourself but want it. It's no fun if it's forced; I'm gonna like watching you beg me for my hard tool. Gilbert was watching with wide eyes, obviously scared, but also curious as to what they were gonna do.
After about 6 or 7 large hits of the ice, and about the same amount of shotguns, they quickly, yet almost gingerly grabbed me and started rubbing my body with a fairly noxious cream. They smeared it on my legs, ass, stomach and chest. I was lost in my mind, I had two sexy hunks, rubbing me down, and my skin was feeling kinda weird, smooth actually. It struck my muddled mind that it was a hair removal cream. My body was filled with the electricity of the moment, each touch was like a mini- orgasm, I wanted these men, but I wanted to be their own little play toy, to be their pleasure generator, just let me get to those magnificent cocks. I knew they had to be as close to perfection as possible, at least my meth fueled imagination could certainly picture them. But no!! I have my pride, right. Well, after I was rinsed off, I was then toweled off. I was feeling so sensuous and smooth, everything felt feminine. I have naturally long and beautiful hair, and it now fell over the shoulders of my smooth 155 lb. frame, my pierced nipples are on fire, wanting to feel the gently caress of a moist tongue, the gently pinch, and breasts were needing attention as well. After my younger years of cross dressing, as well as exploring the fringe of transgender, I had acquired small, natural 34 BB cup. Now those breasts were screaming to be squeezed, and admired. But I was not giving in.
Obviously while I was being smoothed up, the boys were busy; they found makeup, lingerie, several feminine outfits in a couple of the back rooms. Deke came up from behind me, and gently pulled me back toward him, just barely making contact with my nipples as his hands enveloped me. He whispered in my ear, "now listen to me young lady, you will be my very own whore, and I think you privately want that anyway." And with that his large hand descended to what used to be my cock, but with so much speed in my system, it has shrunk back into my body and my testicles too. It looked like I had a somewhat large clit, and my sack was drawn up so tight it resemble my own pussy lips. "I don't think you'll really be using this tonight", as he gently pressed the tip of my little, meth doped penis into itself, it was strange, and it stayed like that. It looked like I really had a vagina....oh god, to touch it; every single nerve was like a straight shot of pure carnal gold. That is when it was decided, and they held me, gently caressing me, exploring my body, I tried to resist, but it was useless, I was powerless to stop their insistent hands from sliding a black satin bra on me and clasp it in the back. I started to protest, but Jacob started flicking and rubbing my pierced nipples through the swank material and I just about melted, it sent bolts of desire from my smooth chest to my pussy....wait, I'm a guy, what the hell am I thinking.....Oh god it feels good to be handled like this. No matter how much resolve I thought I had, the second I felt any kind of contact, I started to waver, my body ached to be taken, I wanted to pleasure any and all, but especially these guys. My resistance slowly melted as the drugs, and the exquisite attention to my now smooth, and feminine looking body (oh god, what will my lady say? ....At this point I don't care, I need to have a cock, a prick, penis something to take me for a ride.
I glance over at Gilbert, he has kinda gotten back into things, actually took a few hits, but he could still get hard. I didn't want too; I knew I didn't need too. It was instinctual, I knew I could only be satisfied by one thing, to be fucked, that's right, they finished dressing me, and my makeup was stunning, but no matter how much of a lady I looked like on the outside, on the inside I was nothing but a cock slut, needing to feel the pulsing, pumping, heat of a real cock inside me, to fill me, to satisfy me means I finish them....that's right, I was ready to be fucked, I wanted it.
As we finished the last touches, I start to feel like I look. You would not know me at a glance; I pranced in front of them and the mirrors in the valet room. I was complete with white thigh high stockings with a little floral bow at the top and side; these were on my super sensitive, freshly shaven legs that went into a pair of high healed, black, patent leather baby dolls. As you progress up my long and shapely legs you will find my white, satin panties, low rider ones, with the seam that creates a perfect camel toe, and with my sissy cock (at this point in my mind it was reduced to a clit) inverted I really did have a completely real looking camel toe, it even felt like it. My eyes followed my reflection up my torso; my breasts were cupped and shaped nicely with the bra, and the contours very visible under a sexy camisole that accentuated my smooth skin, and my small boobs. They took out my macho earrings, and I now was sporting very sharp, gold hoops that were partially hidden behind the lovely curls added to my already long, thick hair. All facial hair was gone, my eyebrows were even shaped. What used to my handsome male face now was gone, replaced with a well made up face, with brilliant lip gloss, alluring, mysterious eye makeup, and the most unforgettable "Fuck Me" face and luscious cock kissing lips. All of this combined with matching accessories and finger/toenail attention made me take a double look. I couldn't help myself, I could not take my eyes of f of my reflection, nor could I keep my hands off of this creation. It was so sexy, so feminine, so right. It took me a couple of minutes to get used to the heels, but I was very quickly shimmying and swinging all around, showing off, trying to tease anybody, I was so caught up in the moment, that when Deke came and pushed me onto my back, I opened up freely. "Look at this Jake, She really is ready." I looked up into his face, and then followed the line on down the front of him until I was aware of a large, obvious bulge in the front of his pants. At that point I was not able to stop myself, "Goddammit!! Make a woman out of me!!! Make me yours!! I glance back just in time to hear Jacob tell Gilbert, "Hey, your whore is ready to suck your dick." With that comment I finally got to see the prize hidden by the fabric of Deke's jeans. His penis was a master piece, a work of art; literally it could not be any more perfect. It was the perfect monument to what I desired more than anything right now.
Does anybody want to hear more, let me know, this is the beginning of my wildest fantasy, and would love some day to make it a reality. jamirene@gmail.com