This is a story about cross dressing and the changes in a relationship between a young man and woman at college. Bits are autobiographical, but not as much of it as I would like!
If stories like this are illegal where you live, don't read it. If this sort of thing offends you, don't read it. If you are a narrow minded prude, what on earth are you doing here anyway? Feel free to repost the story on any free sites, but please let me know. I own the copyright 2011.
Please let me know if you like it, and I would love to hear your suggestions for where the story might go.
Story codes MF, CD, Feminisation
Sally waited by the door of the store and watched as Jack as he went to pay for the dress and shoes. Standing in the queue for the tills, his fake breasts were obvious beneath his coat and sweater, although Jack was clearly oblivious to the fact. Sally saw many of the young women in the shop cast a sideways glance at his chest when he wasn't looking and smile to themselves. Several nudged their friends and nodded in his direction drawing their friends' attention to the slender but good looking boy with the breasts who was queuing up to pay for a black dress and court shoes.
As Jack reached the front of the queue the matrix board directed him to till number four, and he saw that the woman working the till was none other than the one who had helped with the shoes earlier.
"Did you find everything that you were looking for?" she asked.
"Errrm, yes, we did, thank you," Jack mumbled as he cast his eyes towards the floor, fumbling in his back pocket for his wallet.
"Maybe the next time you need some new lingerie you might check out our new range. I'm sure you would find something you like and it will certainly fit you," she said, making no effort to lower her voice which carried to several of the other till, prompting customers and staff alike to look round at him. Jack reddened again. "You certainly have the figure for it," she said, smiling.
"No, you don't understand," he explained. "This is just a one off because we have been invited to a party and I have to go in a dress. I don't usually do this, honestly. It's only a bit of fun, really, and I certainly won't be making a habit of it, so we won't be needing to do this again!" Jack could hear the nervous squeak in his voice.
She smiled. "Oh I think we both know that's a big lie!" she said, with a grin. "New shoes, new underwear and a new dress? That's no one off! And anyway, once you've crossed the line there is no putting the genie back in the bottle."
Normally Jack would have winced at the mixed metaphor, but now he simply reddened more deeply, and began to wonder if all the women in the shop now knew what was going on.
The assistant handed Jack the card machine and he punched his PIN in. "I'm pretty sure that we will be seeing you again very soon."
"No, honestly, I..." he started, but she cut him off.
"Did she catch you wearing her knickers? Well, you aren't the first. My little brother does it to mine all the time. He thinks I don't know, bless him. Of course, he's quite young and can't cum yet -- at least he can, `cause I've seen him pulling his little cock, but he doesn't produce anything, if you catch my drift, so there's no mess. I think your girlfriend is doing the right thing in indulging your little fetish, and obviously it excites her too. It's fun being a girl - you're going to love it. Especially the sex!" she laughed.
"Right!" Jack exclaimed. "I can't have sex as a girl because I don't have the right plumbing, so I guess I'll never know!"
"Sure you do sweetie."
"You mean anal? No way, for one thing I'm not gay, so I don't want to be fucked by some bloke!" By now the women on both sides of the counter at the adjacent tills had stopped even pretending to not be listening, and were giving Jack and the sales assistant their undivided attention.
"Who says it will be a bloke?" she asked, enigmatically. "Anyway, whoever it is, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Right ladies?" she asked the women either side of her. They all nodded and one -- a petite sales assistant in her early 20s who was carefully folding a collection of blouses for a customer - chipped in "oh yes, you'll love anal. I certainly do, but be careful when you fart afterwards" and giggled. The other women laughed aloud, nodding and exchanging knowing looks.
"Oh God, Mary, what are you like?" laughed the assistant as she held out the bag to Jack. "The receipt's in the bag, sir, and I hope you enjoy your purchases!"
Jack all but snatched the bags from her and walked quickly over to Sally, still waiting patiently by the door.
"Problem sweetie?" she asked with a broad smile.
"No, no problem. That sales girl - you know, the one who helped with my shoes - has got completely the wrong end of the stick. Seems to think that not only is this a permanent thing, but that I'm about to start getting fucked in the bum by all comers." He laughed and then suddenly stopped. There was a twinkle in Sally's eye.
"Of course not honey," she said with a laugh. "Why on earth would you want that? I mean, it wouldn't be manly would it? Having a big cock up your bum. How could anyone ever enjoy that?" she laughed. Jack smiled too, knowing that Sally enjoyed anal sex every bit as much as she enjoyed it in more conventional ways.
"Well, you might like it, but that doesn't mean that I would so don't go getting any ideas, OK?" he smiled.
"No, we wouldn't want our big he-man getting fucked in the bum, would we? Not the one who wears women's panties and suspenders and has a lovely lacy bra on and who came in his knickers not 10 minutes ago. That would be totally out of character!" She kissed him and turned towards the doors of the shop. Come on sweetheart," she called over her shoulder as she began to walk.
Walking out into the gathering darkness, such as it is in Central London, Sally set off with her customary brisk stride for the Tube Station entrance - not a long journey given that one of the entrances to Oxford Circus Station was right outside the shop. Jack followed on dutifully, carrying the Topshop and Marks and Spencer's bags which contained the purchases that Sally had made. At least those ones that he wasn't already wearing, he thought to himself, once again conscious of the way in which the lace and satin caressed his body. This time, to add to the stimulation of the unfamiliar material against his skin, he was conscious of the wet feeling at the front of his body where his semen was soaking through his knickers and into his jeans.
Jack and Sally made their way down to the Victoria line where the platform was typically crowded for that time of the evening with a mixture of exhausted looking office workers and worn out shoppers. As they arrived on the northbound platform a train was pulling into the station. The couple stood to one side as the doors slid open, making room for the wave of passengers to get off the train. Then, shopping bags clutched in their hands, they stepped aboard. There were no seats free and so they crossed to the other side of the train. Sally leaned against the opposite door, and Jack stood in front of her as the other passengers crowded on behind them.
She smiled an evil smile at him and, reaching out with one hand, rubbed the front of his crotch. Jack could feel the wetness of the knickers as his girlfriend rubbed his cock through the cum soaked garment. She stretched up and kissed him.
"See?" she whispered in his ear. "That's what I have to put up with. The feeling of your cum soaking into my knickers as I stand here on the tube."
She squeezed his soaked cock through his jeans and the satin of the underwear.
"Like on Monday when you fucked me in the lab and then had to go off to meet Ian while I had to go off to a bloody organic chemistry tutorial. You fucked me as I leaned over the bench in the lab and came in me just like you came in your knickers in the changing room. I was so late that I didn't even have time to go to the loos to clean myself up, so I had to sit all the way through organic chemistry with your cum dribbling out of my pussy. And if that wasn't bad enough then I had to go home on the tube all on my own and I had to stand all the way to our station. You must have left a gallon of cum in me because I could feel it leaking out of me all the way and by the time I got home my knickers were absolutely soaked through and there was a big wet spot on my jeans. Just like yours are now."
Jack pulled his coat more tightly around hia, partly to conceal the spreading wet patch on his crotch and partly to hide the false breasts pushing at the front of his sweater.
"Something wrong honey?" Sally said, rubbing his cock through his damp jeans and soaked knickers.
"No, nothing's wrong," Jack replied. "But can you stop doing that before you give me a hard on again?"
Sally giggled. "But you love it when I play with your cock on the tube. And don't pretend you don't like these little games. Remember how you made me cum on the train the last time we went to visit your parents? Turn and turn about honey!"
That was true. On a recent trip out to his parents place when the UK rail system was up to its usual shambolic low standards and they had to stand all the way from London to Bath in an overheated, overcrowded and not too clean train. In order to pass the time Jack had slid one of his hands under the waist band of Sally's skirt and tights, into her cotton knickers and had very gently and very very slowly started to masturbate her very very gently. He had begun as the train passed Heathrow, she had been soaking wet by Reading and had silently orgasmed just outside Didcot, her slim body twitching as the waves of pleasure swept through her, all the time pressed up between Jack's back and the train's door, surrounded by strangers. Jack hoped this wasn't payback time!
"Hmm. No response from little Jack," she smiled. "I suppose he isn't ready to come out to play again just yet! Well, I guess that he has had a busy afternoon." As she spoke she moved her hand from the front of Jack's crotch to his hip. She found one of the suspender straps and, gripping it through his jeans between forefinger and thumb, she pulled it away from his body and let it go. It snapped back against his leg.
"We don't want to tire him out just yet, do we? I have plans for him later!"
The tube train pulled into their station and the door opened behind Sally. She stepped out onto the platform and smiled at him. "Come along, sweetheart."
Jack and Sally made their way up to street level and turned down the street towards their home. It was a ten minute walk and the young couple held hands as they walked, chatting about nothing in particular as they went. Arriving at their door Jack dug in his pocket for the key, unlocked the door and shuffled through it, juggling keys and shopping bags. Sally followed him in, shutting the door behind them and shrugging off her coat. "You had better strip down here sweetheart. We don't want you making a mess on the carpet by dripping cum onto it now, do we? What would the landlord say," she giggled.
"Since when did you ever care about cum stains on the carpet?" Jack replied, grinning.
"Well I care today!" she replied. With that she pushed his jacket off his shoulders revealing the curve of his sock filled bra under his sweater. "You look quite good with tits," she laughed.
"I can't believe you made me come home dressed like that!" Jack protested, but without conviction. Secretly he had enjoyed the thrill of being out in public with a full set of lingerie on under his normal clothes, although he wasn't about to admit it. The walk back from the tube station had been fun; passing all those people in the street and having the secret of cum soaked lingerie under his clothing was a new experience, and one that Jack had surprised himself by enjoying.
"It's nice to do something secret like that now and again. You like it when I go around with a skirt on but no knickers, don't you, and it's not just because you can get to my pussy so much more easily when I'm like that!" she purred. "And of course I like it too. I used to do it at school as well. Did I ever tell you that? I loved it then too!" she whispered. "Made me very horny! I bet you wish you had been there then, don't you?"
"God, yes," Jack replied, trying to keep his mind off the image she was painting.
"Sometimes I would go all day without them," she went on. "I was very naughty. Happy days!"
Jack swallowed. He had long had a cherished fantasy about Sally dressed as a schoolgirl and yet again she seemed to be reading his mind. "Did you ever get caught?" he asked, his voice sounding oddly tight even to himself.
"Not unless I wanted to be," she replied with a smile. "Now," she said with a sense of purpose in her voice. "Enough of that. Let's get you undressed."
His jacket already at his feet, Jack stood still in the hallway as she removed the rest of his clothes. First to go were the boots and Jack saw the white stockings emerge from the cuffs of his jeans as he alternately raised each foot to allow Sally to slip the boots off. Next she unsnapped and unzipped the jeans which, lacking the usual friction from his legs and his cotton underwear, simply fell to the ground, revealing the full extent of the white lace top stockings, the cum-soaked satin knickers with lace trim and the matching suspender belt. Some of his semen had escaped the confines of the knickers and had run down his legs, soaking into the lace at the top of his stockings and Jack shivered a little as the air cooled the damp matirial. Finally she pulled the sweater over his head to reveal his sock-stuffed bra.
"Oh dear, honey. What a mess you have made," said Sally, looking down at the cum stain on his knickers and stockings. "Come through here in to the lounge."
She led him down the short passageway and into the lounge. Jack briefly wondered how it was that he had to undress in the hall top avoid making a mess on the carpet, and yet it was OK to walk down the hall and into the lounge and then stand here with the cum thoroughly soaked into his knickers and stockings. Jack stood looking down at the still damp knickers and the stained stocking tops. His mind was confused. Somewhere inside he knew that he should be feeling embarrassment, humiliation and resentment, but all he felt was calmness and comfort. He liked being dressed this way. It felt good - hell, he looked good! A bright flash shook him from his reverie and he turned his head to see Sally peering at the screen on the back of their digital SLR camera.
"What on earth are you doing?" he asked, aghast at this development. No way he wanted evidence of what was going on to be available.
"Taking pictures, silly," replied Sally. What does it look like?"
"Look, put the camera away. I don't want pics of this getting into the wrong hands!"
"Oh, but it's OK for you to take pictures of me, I suppose?" she replied. "Come on, sweetie. You've taken loads of pictures of me and I'm not concerned that they will get out, because you know what I would do to you if they did!"
That was true enough. Jack loved to take pictures of his beautiful slim girlfriend naked, in the shower, while they were having sex, wearing lingerie -- anything, anyhow, anywhere! She had been a little reluctant at first but they had come to an agreement that he could take pictures of her on the understanding that, should he ever show them to anyone then he would surely live to regret it. She hadn't specified what she would do, but the steely glint in her eye when she said it had been enough to convince Jack that she meant what she said. He had kept his side of the bargain almost entirely -- one drunken night he had showed one single picture of Sally lying on the couch masturbating to Mark, his best friend. Mark had never mentioned it again, and he was pretty sure that he had forgotten all about it in the wine-fuelled haze that had been that particular Saturday night.
The flash went off again.
"Now it's my turn. Come on, honey -- you look great like this and I want something to remember it by. Please?"
That wheedling tone again -- Jack just couldn't resist. "OK," he agreed. "But the same rules apply, OK?"
"Of course sweetheart. Sauce for the goose and all that!" she laughed as she took another picture.
For the next 20 minutes Sally turned from sex goddess and part time biology student into photographer extraordinaire! Jack was turned this way and that, posed, preened, his hair was fluffed and then flattened, he was bidden to stand up, sit down, lie down, kneel, crawl and walk all to the constant accompaniment of the click of the Nikon camera and the flash.
To end with, Sally had Jack kneeling on the sofa. "OK, pull your panties down a little," she said. Jack did as he was told, pulling the now dry but obviously stained garment down an inch or two until the lace elastic strip at the top of the shiny smooth garment rested on his pubic bone. The camera clicked away.
"Great," said Sally. "That looks really good. Nothing peeking out and yet you can see that you are shaved down there. A little more."
Jack slid the garment down a little further until the waist band nestled in the angle between his cock and his smooth, flat, closely shaved pubis. He could feel himself stirring again, his cock starting to fill out, gently swelling in his knickers. The camera clicked on, the built in flash periodically lighting up the room.
"Perfect," he heard Sally exclaim with a familiar husky tone starting to creep into her voice. It was a sure sign that she was becoming very aroused. "Now turn around. Stay on the couch though."
Jack complied, turning to kneel on all fours on the couch, his ass pointing into the room and the band of his knickers insistently pressing into the bulge of his buttocks. The camera clicked on.
"Pull them down to just above the band of your stockings," he heard Sally say. Swiftly he complied. She was much closer now, kneeling on the floor behind him. He knew from the flashes and clicks of the camera that his backside was getting well and truly photographed and he was surprised to find that he found the thought strangely arousing.
Jack became aware that the clicking and flashing had ceased, and looked back over his shoulder. Another flash, this one catching him in a most compromising position! He watched as Sally's slim index finger popped into her mouth then appeared again, wet with her saliva. Swiftly she extended her arm and began to rub the saliva into the opening of his anus. This was a departure. Never before had Sally shown an interest in that part of Jack's body, although he had often licked, tongued, fingered and fucked her in that tightest of holes. As she gently rubbed backwards and forwards his mind fell once more into turmoil.
"NO! What are you doing," he began.
"Hush sweetie," she replied. You'll enjoy it.
"No, I'm not into..."
"Hush. We both know that isn't true. It's just you overcoming all those taboos. You've overcome all the rest today and I'm very proud of you. This one is no different and anyway, you're giving yourself away!"
Jack knew what she meant. He could feel his cock, now free of the enveloping satin and lace, become more and more turgid. He looked down at the sight between his legs. There it was -- free of the soft clinging underwear. Denuded of its usual surrounding of hair but beautifully framed by the knickers below, the suspender belt above and the straps holding up his stockings to each side, his smooth and hairless balls dangling behind. He smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said, revelling in the sensations, both tactile and visual. Then, just as he became used to the sensation of Sally gently massaging his hole, he nearly jumped through the roof as his senses were overcome by a new wave of sensation from this most sensitive of spots. Sally, leaning forward and holding one of his buttocks in each hand, was gently tonguing him from his anus to the root of his cock, right across his scrotum and back again, pressing her tongue into the puckered hole at each pass. The sensation shot up and down his body, seeming to concentrate in his now throbbing penis, and he arched his back involuntarily.
"Good?" came a muffled question from behind him.
"Incredible!" he just about managed to get out. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it finished. The newly stimulated part of Jacks body screamed out for further attention and his back arched again, this time in frustration. Then he felt a pressure at his hole, gentle but insistent. He felt his anus begin to stretch at the insistent pressure of whatever it was that was pressing into him but face down on the couch he couldn't see what was happening. "What are you doing?" he asked, a sense of urgency in his voice.
"Relax sweetheart. I think you're going to like this!" came the reply, the unseen smile of the beautiful face reflected in the voice.
He felt wetness and the cool breeze of breath around his hole as the pressure increased.
His mind was in turmoil. "She's trying to...no she can't do that. I don't want...It will hurt. I'm not gay -- I don't want things up my arse...I won't enjoy it..."
"Shhh," he heard her gentle admonishment from behind him. "Just relax -- nearly there." The pressure increased and Jack could feel something sliding into his body. From being quite sharp at first it was clear that whatever it was she was shoving into his arse had a taper to it -- it was getting steadily wider and, as it did so it was becoming more and more uncomfortable.
"Honey, that's a bit sore," he said with a grimace.
"Nearly done now. Just think of England!" she laughed. "One more little push and we're there." And with that Jack felt the pressure increase on his hole and the intruder, whatever it was, slide yet further in. Then, suddenly, it was completely inside and his hole no longer felt as stretched. He could feel something in the crack of his arse and, reaching back with one hand, he felt something soft and cool lying along his crack, an inch or so in either direction from his hole. He also felt the familiar wet slipperiness of the anal lube that they used. Or rather, that he used on her, as it had never been anywhere near his rear end before. The penny dropped -- they had received a small butt plug as a freebie when they had bought some sex toys and lube on line, but they had never used it. Clearly they had now!
"OK, now stay still!" he heard her say.
He knelt on the couch and savoured this new sensation. Full, and yet not uncomfortably so. Stretched but only to a point where it constantly drew his attention, not to where it hurt. A flash.
"What the fuck? Don't take pics of this!" he exclaimed.
"Why not darling -- it looks lovely. Stand up."
He obeyed, although even as he did so he was unsure of why. He didn't want her taking pictures of him in cum stained women's under clothing with a plug up his arse. Why on earth would she want such a picture anyway? Another flash.
"Wow, that's a good one," she said. "Look."
She held the camera up to him and he looked at the small screen on the back. There was a picture of a young -- well, man -- in white stockings with lace tops, the lace stained a little at the top. Above the stockings a pair of satin and lace panties were at mid thigh, their front panel stained with dried semen. Above the panties was his smooth and hairless balls suspended beneath his now rock hard cock and then above that, above the newly bald expanse of smooth flesh, the lace of the suspender belt. Finally, above his flat and hairless stomach the matching bra filled with a pair of socks. Altogether he was amazed at the look. His much-longer-than-average-for-a-guy hair made him appear even more feminine and Jack was taken aback at the transformation. Apart from his painfully hard cock jutting out from above the lowered knickers, the figure in the picture would have appeared to a quick glance to be a young woman.
Sally took back the camera and raised it again to her eye. She began to take more pictures, directing Jack to adopt a variety of poses, to arrange his hair differently and sometimes to touch himself. Despite his protestations and earlier uneasiness Jack was really beginning to enjoy himself. She was right - it was just a question of overcoming inhibitions and it seemed that he had managed to overcome his and the pre-cum that was beginning to ooze from the tip of his cock was testimony to his increasing excitement.
Finally Sally put the camera down on the table and looked him in the eye. She held his gaze while her hands went to the button at the front of her jeans, unsnapping it and pulling the sides apart revealing her white cotton underwear. She kicked off her boots and pushed the jeans down her slim, smooth perfectly formed legs and pushed the jeans and her socks into a pile on the floor.
She reached for the hem of her sweater and, grasping both it and the bottom of her shirt in her hands, drew the two garments swiftly over her head revealing her small 30A breasts with the ultra sensitive nipples. The shirt and sweater joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor.
Her thumbs hooked over the waistband of her knickers.
"I have a surprise for you," she said, her eyes still not breaking contact with his. Jack swallowed.
Sally pushed the white cotton knickers very slowly down her smooth firm thighs to reveal - not the usual tidy bush of soft blonde curls, but rather just more smooth skin. Finally she paused as the very tip of her groove began to show above the white material. She smiled and then pushed the knickers down to the middle of her thighs in what was almost a parody of the pose that Jack was striking. It revealed entirely her beautiful soft pussy now completely devoid of any hair, the puffy outer lips pressed slightly apart by what was clearly a quite swollen clitoris with her delicate inner lips just peeking out behind them.
"You've shaved," Jack whispered.
"No darling, I had it waxed at a place in town this morning," his beautiful girlfriend replied. "Just for you, because I know how much you've wanted me to do it. God, it hurt," she giggled.
"I thought you were out shopping with Lucy this morning," Jack said. Sally just smiled. "And I thought you couldn't because of having to change with the other girls after netball." It was true that, with her slim build and small boobs Sally was sometimes a little self conscious about her body and when Jack had suggested shaving she had been reluctant to make herself appear to be younger than her 20 years.
"Screw them. I don't care what they think - this is for us. Anyway a couple of them are shaved too!" she laughed. "I'm horny honey, she went on as she pushed her knickers past her knees. They fell to the ground revealing a gusset that was quite clearly more than a little damp. "Will you fuck me please? You wouldn't believe the stimulation that I've had to endure all day with no pubes!" she laughed. "Now I want you to do something about it."
Jack took a step towards her and was instantly reminded of the unfamiliar presence of the plug in his bum. His hands went to the knickers around his thighs to take them off, but she stopped him.
"No," she said, her hands running down his back to the lace of the suspender belt. "I want you to do it dressed just as you are."
It was a mark of how far Jack had come in such a short space of time that he didn't think twice about her request. He took one of her hands and guided her gently to the sofa where she lay back, as naked as the day she was born and now bereft of pubic hair as well. He knelt between her thighs and looked at her newly revealed pussy.
"It's gorgeous," he whispered.
"Fuck me," she replied and as she did so she reached forward and wrapped her small cool hand around his engorged red hot cock and pulled him towards her. She parted her thighs and as she did so Jack saw the petals of her pussy open, revealing the swollen clitoris, the dent of her pee hole, her swollen inner lips and finally the entrance to her vagina. All were thoroughly covered in the juices which Jack could see flowing from her wet hot pussy.
"I really need to cum honey," she whispered. "Please fuck me."
Sally pulled Jack towards her by his cock, guiding his erection towards her waiting pussy. She pushed his foreskin down and rubbed the sensitive back of his throbbing glans against her clit. A shudder went through each of their bodies. Shifting her hand so that she was holding his shaft further down and cupping his balls in her fingers, Sally began to rub his now rock hard erection against her clit in a slow and gentle rhythm and, with her pubic hair now gone, Jack could feel every fold of the skin in her most sensitive places contrasting with the hardness of her now fully erect clitoris.
"Oh God, sweetie, I'm going to cum," she gasped, both hands now rubbing Jack's cock against the full length of her slit. Jack saw the orgasm rise within her as she began to shudder from the base of her spine. He mouth opened in a soundless gasp as the pleasure swept over her in waves but her eyes never shifted from Jack's own. They held each other's gaze as Sally's orgasm peaks and then ebbed away again and as her body relaxed Sally drew Jack's cock into her warm, wet tight pussy.
Barely able to control himself, Jack felt Sally's legs hook behind his thighs, rubbing his legs gently through the stockings. Her hands, now free from their task of rubbing his cock against her clit, moved around to his buttocks, caressing the flesh and teasing his crack with her nails. Her pussy felt red hot as she squeezed his cock with the walls of her vagina and Jack knew that he couldn't hold out much longer.
"Go easy, sweetheart," he said. "I don't want to cum just yet!"
"No, I want you to Jack. Please, sweetie. Please cum in my pussy for me. Fill me up with your cum. I want your cum now."
As she spoke Jack felt her middle finger start to tweak the but plug, gently rubbing it from side to side within him. That was more than he could bear and he felt his orgasm begin deep within him. Try as he might to control it, the sensations of the but plug, the lingerie and the tight wet embrace of Sally's pussy were more than he could bear and with a series of groans he ejaculated for the third time that day, depositing his seed deep within his darling girlfriend.
Jack collapsed on her shoulder, utterly spent. After a second or two he became aware of her squirming beneath him, humping away at his cock as it softened inside her.
"Jack, I need to cum again sweetie," she whispered plaintively. "I really need to. Can you help me honey? Can you make me cum again?" "Honey I am done in. I couldn't get hard again if my life depended on it! I'm sorry."
"Please sweetheart, I really need this. Please make me cum again."
Jack shifted to one side slightly, his now limp and soaked cock slipping from her body. He was intending to lie beside Sally as he masturbated her clitoris but her hands on his shoulders checked him. She pulled him back until he was again directly above her. Jack felt her grip on his shoulders change as she started to push him down her body -- it was something that she often did as a part of their fore play as she loved being eaten more than anything, and Jack loved to oblige her. But she couldn't mean that this time -- she couldn't want him to go down on her after he had just ejaculated in her pussy.
"Honey," Jack began, but she cut him off.
"Do this for me sweetheart. I need you to lick my pussy for me. Will you please? I so need it Jack, please," she begged.
"But honey, I've just..."
"Oh never mind that sweetie. It's OK -- you'll hardly notice a bit of cum. And I've eaten enough of it -- it tastes fine, believe me! Please?"
Her hands continued to exert a steady downward pressure on Jack's shoulders and he allowed himself to be pushed steadily down her body. His tongue flicked at her nipples as he passed and all too quickly his face was level with her naked vulva. It was red and engorged from their sexual activity, from the day long stimulation and, Jack suspected, from the waxing. Her clitoris was plainly visible, sticking up from beneath its customary covering like a tiny cock. Her inner labia lay apart, revealing the entrance to her vagina and Jack could see that it was flowing freely with their mixed juices.
He felt her hands come up to the back of his head as she drew his face into her crotch. Jack could smell the heady aroma that he loved so much mixed with something familiar and yet strange to him. As she drew him in his face touched the wet folds of her skin and she jumped at the sudden stimulation. Jack extended his tongue a little and tasted their mixture before Sally's bare pussy heaved upwards in response to even that gentle touch and his face was thrust between her legs, instantly becoming covered in her secretions and his own cum.
Jack struggled to breath as Sally's orgasm flooded over her and she clutched his face tightly to her pussy. He could feel the muscles inside her vagina spasm, expelling his semen from within her body direct into his mouth. Jack allowed his own cum to be deposited on his tongue as he used it to lick the inside of her vagina as she almost wanked herself off against his face. That was one of her favourite activities, Jack knew, and she had done it to him many times before, but not while expelling his cum from her body into his mouth.
Finally Sally reached the zenith of her orgasm, her back arched and Jack's face clutched tightly to her vulva. She held that position for a few seconds, her vagina still pulsing and pumping the last of Jack's cum onto his tongue. Finally, she began to recover, slumping back onto the sofa and released his head. Jack looked up at her, and she smiled down at him as he knelt between her legs, his face streaked with the combination of their juices.
"Thanks darling -- you have no idea how much I needed that!" she smiled. She held out her hand and he climbed up onto the sofa beside her, thoroughly exhausted.
"Sleepy sweetie?" she asked him.
"Done in. Sorry," he replied.
"That's OK, honey. You have had a really big day and I'm not surprised you're tired. It's quite late, so why don't you crash out here on the sofa for a while."
"Yeah, I might just do that. Just for a few minutes..."
"OK. I'll wake you when it's time for bed."
Jack turned around and lay full length on the sofa and felt himself start to drift away. He was vaguely conscious of Sally pulling his knickers back up and then heard the clicking of the camera again but couldn't rouse himself to see what was going on.
A little later Jack drifted back towards consciousness as he felt Sally cover him with a duvet and gently kiss his cheek.
"I love you," she whispered in his ear.
"I love you too," mumbled Jack in reply as he drifted back towards the arms of Morpheus.
Later still, Jack thought he heard the bleep of the computer as a device was plugged in, but wasn't sure. He might have dreamt it. Then he thought he could hear the sound of typing coming from the other side of the room, but exhaustion again got the better of him and he fell back into a deep sleep. The final thing he remembered that night was Sally climbing onto the sofa beside him and cuddling up to his back, and he sank back into a deep sleep.
Jack has had quite a day, and I hope you enjoyed hearing about it. If you have any comments or suggestions, please let me know at justpeekin@ymail.com
Thanks for reading,
Mark