Several weeks later, I woke on Friday morning and noticed that Beth had left a bag on the kitchen table. A sticky note attached to it said ‘Put this on when you get home tonight. Don’t peek. You’re going to have an exciting weekend’. Well my day was very busy, thank goodness, but it still seemed to drag near the end. I left a little early and when I walked in around 330, Beth was home already sitting in the living room. She told me to hurry into the bedroom and get ready. I took the bag and went to my dresser, opened it and found a pair of navy panties that had a floral design on them with lace trim. They rode high on my hips and the back ran across the crest of my ass before diving between my cheeks and between my legs. The material was pretty stretchy and felt good. There was also a matching bra. She left a yellow blouse and a pleated floral skirt that came down just above my knees. I did my makeup and hair and almost an hour later Kelly emerged.
Beth had a bottle of Pinot Grigio which she opened and poured two glasses before she told me that I had gotten off to a good start. She asked me if I wanted to learn more about being a woman. It was an erotic question, and I immediately felt my clit, my abdomen, my thighs, all stir and tingle, and my answer was immediate. She said good. She said Carolyn would be back and would be role playing my first man and she would coach me through. When Carolyn arrived, she had her hair up in a bun, she wore a button down dress shirt over an under shirt and loose fitting jeans with a belt. Beth introduced her as John. John walked up to me and pulled me in by the waste and kissed me, and the coaching began. I was told to allow my man to hold me close as long as they chose, to make the greeting kiss a quick kiss followed by a hug. The evening was filled with constant feedback and practice in a variety of situations. Whether we were standing close to one another sharing a glass of wine, or I was sitting next to John on the couch. We stood and talked to Beth as if John and I were a couple, me putting my hand on his back, his hand caressing my hip and ass. I was coached a few times about keeping my voice as feminine as possible. Every so often his hand would slide under my skirt and feel my body directly. I got him something to drink whenever his glass was empty and I smiled, complimented and flirted.
Beth put on dance music and I did my best to move my hips as I had been taught. John danced with me and it became apparent that at some point Carolyn/John had put on a strap-on, as he eventually pulled me into him and pressed himself against my leg and spun me around, grinding against my ass. Slow music followed and John held me close and eventually we began to kiss. I was coached to allow his tongue to lead and to move my hands against his chest and back as he held me in and felt my entire body. Beth told me to slowly unbutton his dress shirt. As I did, John’s hands placed downward pressure on my hips. I lowered my body, until my eyes were level with his belt buckle. Beth told me that she prefers to squat rather than kneel but I needed to keep my knees together so my clit didn’t become untucked. I ended up resting on my knees and began to undo his buckle and jeans. I pulled them down and released his cock, the strap-on. Now Beth reminded me that the cock won’t always be hard and it could be soft. She talked me through using my hands to get it semi hard and then taking the head in my mouth. I practiced. Once fully erect, Beth told me to try to keep eye contact, and to use both of my hands, to stroke the shaft, caress his legs, to run my fingertips over his balls. Lots of saliva, move my head over the ridge of the head, swirl my tongue around it, and with each bob to take as much of the shaft as possible. And when I was stroking the shaft with my hand, I should keep going back and forth over the ridge of the head with my lips.
As I continued my efforts to suck John’s strap-on cock, Beth told me it will be obvious when he is about to come, and he will decide where the cum is going. She said when you recognize you are close, you need to pick up the pace. Most men will have a hand on your head and if they want you to take it in your mouth and swallow they will hold your head in closer as if to keep you from pulling away, she said others will pull you off and most will take over the stroking and then shoot their cum onto you. If he is going to cum in my mouth, I need to make every effort to swallow it all and she said I should try to hold it in my mouth and then show it before swallowing for true style points. If he wants to shoot cum onto me, I should maintain eye contact, mouth open, and stroke his balls with one hand and stroke his shaft with the other if he doesn’t take the lead. She said some guys shoot for distance, others aim for your mouth, eyes or hair, and some like to cum on your tits or clothes. She told me that I had to remember the situation, if I was in in nice clothes and made up and not at home, I certainly couldn’t have a face full of cum or hair full of cum or a nice dress stained by cum. I practiced bringing John to orgasm and his hand pulled me back and pretended to shoot onto my face. Beth told me afterwards that I needed to take his cock back into my mouth, clean it and use my tongue to play with it as it softens. And men will not want to kiss afterwards.
I freshened my makeup. Beth said I could rinse my mouth out but I quite possibly wouldn’t be at home to have a toothbrush. When I came out, Beth asked if I was aroused and I answered yes. She said at this point it’s likely John will need a little time to reenergize. Carolyn/John complimented me on my skills, and called me his favorite cock sucker. Beth said most guys won’t use those terms but they will mean exactly that. I replied with compliments for him as well and Beth was happy. I refreshed our wine and we sat on the couch. Beth suggested I cuddle in close to John as we talked. Soon John began to kiss me again and feel my body. Beth directed my to caress his chest and legs and occasionally glide my hand across his cock. Beth told me a girl has to read the situation, it was her plan to have me excuse myself and get into something more comfortable, but sometimes that’s not necessary. John felt my breasts and body and eventually pulled my blouse over my head and unzipped the back of my skirt. I worked to get his pants undone and reached in to stroke his strap-on cock.
Beth interrupted and stopped me. She asked me what I thought John would want to do next and I answered that he would want to have sex. She said yes and that if I wasn’t going there, I shouldn’t have allowed my clothes to come off. If sex was out of the question, I should have stopped after the blowjob. But now that we were at this point, she asked what was the next thing John would try to do, and then answered her own question saying he would move to remove my bra. She cautioned me that while the adhesive is good, my breasts will come off without any continued support. And she reminded me that some men won’t be expecting what’s in my panties so I needed to be mindful of wandering hands. We returned to kissing and I stroked the cock coming out of John’s boxer. John broke the kiss and asked if I wanted to head to the bedroom or stay here on the couch. We got up and I led John to the bedroom.
Once there, it became more instructional than role play. Both Beth and Carolyn said generally I should follow the guy’s lead but I could influence the positions that we would have sex in. And that I would need to be thoughtful based on what my partner knew about me and if I was trying to conceal anything. I thought all of this was a little much at this point because I certainly didn’t expect to ever go this far with a real guy. Beth told me I should always have a small amount of lube available in my purse or night stand to help my situation out. They both told me thongs were the best choice as they are easy to push to the side and my panties won’t need to necessarily come off. And they both told me I had to control myself and not orgasm until my partner did, not because women should wait, but because I would make a mess.
I had cheeky panties on so Beth had me remove them Beth said we would start with me straddling Carolyn. They told me to put a little lube on my entrance, my pussy, and a little on my hand to rub up and down the cock. Beth and Carolyn recommended that I don’t squat but kneel, that I grab hold of the cock and slowly lower myself and place the head firmly against my entrance. They told me this was an art but important for me to place it in the right spot or it could be painful tearing in. Once I had the head pushing in, I should lower myself onto it slowly, until it was all the way in then to take a moment to adjust and to let the guy relax. At that moment Carolyn reminded me to maintain eye contact and that I had better not orgasm on her. I practiced riding up and down pivoting on my knees. Beth talked about, and helped show me how to not only use my knees, but to rotate my hips up and forward as I raised, and back and down as I lowered to keep a smooth stoke each time. Carolyn talked to me about the position making my breasts available to play with and to allow my partner to do so if they wanted. As soon as they felt I had the rythm down, it was time to switch positions.
I got on all fours. I had done all of these positions before, but this one more than the rest. Carolyn told me, as she had during my first cross dressing experience, ‘ass up, face down’. Beth wanted me to have my shoulders down on the bed, my head on its side resting on the bed, and my hands flat in front of my head. She reminded me that I would have to adjust my hips to my partners height, but to remember my entrance was higher than women’s. Carolyn got behind me and grabbed my hips and lowered them. I reached back to try to place her cock at my entrance, and both ladies told me that was a good move but Carolyn added she was driving this time. The women told me in this situation I needed to talk to my partner, make sure they went slow and were careful. Once she was all the way in, she began to thrust full in and out, quickening her pace and pushing into me with quite a bit of force. Beth told me I needed to be vocal while getting fucked and to make sure my voice was feminine. At the same time Carolyn kept telling me not to cum, all while my clit was swinging with each thrust and aching so badly for release.
Next I was rolled over onto my back. Both women stood over me. Beth told me with my pussy being further back, it would be best to be at the edge of the bed and allow my partner to stand and thrust. Our bed is slightly elevated compared to most so it lends itself to that style. But she said we would practice both so I could feel the difference. As Carolyn stepped between my legs, she asked if I thought she was going to push my knees back. Beth told me I needed to bring my knees back as far as possible and spread wide without my hands and present my pussy. She leaned in and I placed the head of her cock at my entrance as she applied pressure. Knowing I needed to be vocal I moaned as she pushed in and placed her hands on either side of me. She hovered over me and thrust rhythmically while talking about my large clit.
After a few minutes she pulled out and told me to scoot back. Now she knelt in front of me and I moved to present myself by pulling my knees back but it was obvious I had to go much further. She pushed my knees back, rotating my ass further up and I felt the cock at my entrance. I strained to reach down and guide it in. She began to thrust relentlessly. I moaned and told her how good she felt. Beth leaned in and started to stroke my clit and in just a few seconds I shot ropes on my chest, some reaching my face. Carolyn didn’t stop and in fact continued. Eventually she reminded me that it’s not about me, but it’s about my partner and I need to clench my muscles to help John cum. I did my best, understanding the lesson, and she stopped and pulled out.
Carolyn looked at me and said that I had a decision to make when someone cums on me, put it in my mouth, rub it in to my skin, play with it, or act like I need to clean it off of me. With that Beth took my finger and scooped some up and placed it at my lips, telling Carolyn I was a cum eater, and then telling me to take care of the rest. Beth turned off the light and crawled in bed next to me. She told me she knew I wanted to get up and clean myself up but I needed to lay with my partner and thank them, ensure they enjoyed themselves, and cuddle. Carolyn kissed me and said she enjoyed being John and that I was a good cock sucking cum eater. She hugged Beth and let herself out. Beth laid on her back, I was on my side with my leg over hers and I caressed her chest and we talked. Eventually I got up and cleaned up, Beth told me to put my panties back on and come lay with her.
She asked if I enjoyed the start of my weekend. I told her yes and she said ‘Good, let’s get some sleep, the exciting part is tomorrow’. I slept next to her, exhausted and sore, and wondering what tomorrow held.
In the morning I showered and shaved. When I got out of the water and dried off, Beth told me my clothes were on the bed. I found a red thong, a black bra with smooth full cups that had little red hearts all over them, very short jean shorts and a very short t-shirt. Did I mention the shorts were very short? They rode very low across my back, almost so low that my thong top would show, just far enough down to cover the bottom of my behind, and the bottoms went straight across the very top of my thighs, barely more material than a pair of boy short panties I had, showing my entire legs. I had to fix my clit several times so the material between my legs looked smooth and flat. The white shirt hung from my breasts and left a part of my midriff exposed. Once dressed, Beth and I did our nails, meaning she mostly did my nails, the first time surprisingly in this journey that I had done so. They were red and I thought the shade matched my thong.
Beth asked me to help her clean the apartment and we talked about the night before. She told me tonight would be much more exciting for me. I couldn’t help but wonder what was next, I was nervous about how far she would take this. That question was answered fairly quickly as there was a knock at the door. Beth opened it and hugged the man that walked in, and introduced him as Tim. He was tall, dark and handsome, well built and in great shape, dark hair, great smile, hazel eyes. He walked over and hugged me and said he had heard alot about Kelly. He brought a couple of cases of beer and 6 bottles of wine. He put them on the kitchen counter and said he had to go but was looking forward to tonight. When the door was closed, I asked Beth what was going on. She said we were having a party with a group of her friends. She said all the people understood our relationship and were open minded and discreet. She said a couple of gay men that she worked with would be there and that Tim was a friend who she knew was bisexual and she thought would be interested in me.
I can’t really describe the emotions at that point. The fear, the anxiety, the eroticism, the anticipation, the desire to hide and the desire to go all in. I couldn’t tell if the butterflies in my stomach were from excitement or nausea. I didn’t know if tonight would be the end to my journey into my feminine side, or a decisive step forward.
We finished setting up and Beth suggested we get ready for the guests. I figured my choice was to play along or to leave. Whether I followed through with any of the guests, well that decision didn’t need to be made now. Beth had placed a new outfit on the bed. A black plain skirt that came down mid thigh, a grey blouse with sleeves that came midway between my elbows and wrist and hugged my body, especially my chest. The smooth full cups of the bra covered by the snug gray blouse accentuated my breasts. There were black nylon thigh highs that made my legs appear smooth and unblemished. Beth had jewelry for me, clip on silver and black earrings, and a multitude of silver bracelets. We fixed our makeup and when done, Beth kissed me and told me I looked wonderful, and tonight was a safe night to explore.
The guests began to arrive and Beth introduced me to them all. Some I knew like Sam, from the mall, and Carolyn, who came without her husband as usual. Others I met for the first time. There were over 20 people, mostly single, only a few couples and I was a bit concerned that so many people knew about me as Kelly. Everyone was dressed nicely and I was pleased that I wasn’t the tallest woman there. Beth and I ensured everyone always had something to drink and it led to me meeting everyone there and engaging in conversations I may have avoided. The ladies were all very nice and treated me as one of their group. The men were nice as well, some more inviting than others. I talked alot with Justin and also with Adam. But I felt most comfortable talking with Tim and we talked on and off through the evening.
Music played and the group played a number of games. As the liquor flowed, the conversation got more provacative, and the group became more risque. Blouses seemed to have more buttons undone, a trio of women all took their bras off, and it seemed as though everyone was more touchy. When Adam talked with me, he stood close with his hand on my back that he allowed to slide down onto my ass. He tried to slide my skirt up and I told him maybe later but not now. Beth brought out twister and a group of people played. She begged me to join but I declined and glad I did. It was an erotic scene that bordered on a sexual encounter for those that played. Beth was particularly tangled up with an African American guy named James. He was a nice guy, good looking.
As the night went on, Tim and I found ourselves talking more and more often. As it got later, he would stand close to me and and always find some way to hold me. It wasn’t grabby, it was firm and comforting. We talked about me, we talked about him. He made me comfortable in Kelly’s skin. He looked me in the eyes as he talked to me as Kelly, eventually asking about my journey. He didn’t press which I think made me share more than I would have. He talked to me about his orientation and inclinations and he came across as uninhibited as I knew Beth to be. He said he had met Beth many years ago and they got together occasionally. He volunteered that he was bisexual but only as a top as he explained. He asked me if I was bisexual and I didn’t know how to answer. After the pause he said maybe we could figure that out later.
As the time approached midnight, some folks left, Carolyn with a muscular guy, wishing Tim good luck on her way out, others were pairing up and moving on from playful touching to more involved foreplay. I brought Tim a beer as he sat on a stool by the kitchen peninsula. As I handed it to him he pulled me close with both hands on the small of my back. He leaned in and kissed me and held me close. He kissed me again, warm lips, his tongue, a different taste, stubble on his face, all new new experiences. Without a thought I kissed back, I put my arms over his shoulders and around him, holding myself in as his hands wandered around my body. He felt my breasts, my hips, caressed my bare ass under my skirt. My hands explored his body, felt his muscular arms and chest, his thighs.
I was so enthralled that it took a bit for me to recognize the decision that was now immediately in front of me. My eyes looked around the room as I took a deep breath. Beth and James were in the corner of the couch, she was nearly straddling him, there was a couple on the oversized chair, the woman had her top off and in the back of the kitchen Sam and the person she was with were locked together. Tim was pulling my blouse out of my skirt and I began to unbutton his dress shirt. I ran my hands across his hard hairless chest and leaned into kiss him. His hands were exploring under my blouse and my hands found his belt and the buckle and I made my choice.
He asked if we could move somewhere more private and I led him to the bedroom. He pulled me in again and we embraced in the dim light that cast throughout the bedroom from the slats of the closet door. He unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor. He placed both hands on my ass and held me tight. I could feel his cock against my abdomen. His hands slid up and pulled my snug blouse over my head. As he dropped in on the floor, he admired me in my black and red bra, red panties and black stockings. He said I looked incredible as a woman. I reached in and pushed his unbuttoned dress shirt off of his shoulders and moved my hands to the button on his pants. I unzipped his pants and as I slid them to the floor I lowered myself into a squatting position in front of his boxers. I felt my clit begin to become aroused and I brought my knees together and knelt in order to keep it in place.
I slid his boxers down and there it was, a little larger than mine, his hair was neatly trimmed short and just around the base, his balls were clean shaven and much larger than mine and he was starting to become semi hard. I reached and held his balls, amazed at them, and ran a finger across the underside of his cock. It jumped a little and I leaned my head forward and licked the bottom of the tip before wrapping my lips around the head. I don’t know why I was surprised at the feel, maybe it was the warmth, maybe the feeling of the skin or it pulsing as it continued to grow, but it was a different in so many ways that I hadn’t considered.
I looked up at Tim, past his muscular chest and rugged face and into his eyes. I slid my mouth as far down as I could. With each stroke I could feel the head going further and further into my throat as I tried to take more of him. I gagged a few times but caught my breath quickly and continued. I worked his head with my tongue and I would run my lips over the ridge repeatedly, and while he wasn’t very vocal, I could tell he enjoyed it by the reaction on his face. When I concentrated on the head I used my right hand to stroke the shaft and my left hand would lightly brush his testicles. I worked his cock with my mouth for much longer than I expected to, longer than I would have lasted. I kept my lips tight and I made long strokes up and down his shaft at a quick pace, the head entering my throat each time. I could feel his cock stiffen just a bit more and I knew he was close. I began to concentrate on the head and use my hands to stroke the shaft and caress his balls as I tried to stare into his eyes. He placed his hand on my head holding me close and then I felt the pulsing begin followed immediately by the very new sensation of his semen shooting and filling my mouth. I kept my lips wrapped on him midway down his shaft while he throbbed in my mouth. I tried to keep his load from sliding into my throat and gagging me. When I felt him subside I licked the head, and then slowly pulled off of him with my lips still tightly pursed. He looked down at me, hand still on my head, and I opened my mouth and then swallowed. I kissed his cock and took it back in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it as it softened. He placed a hand under my chin and applied pressure to indicate I should stand up. He held me close, and I thanked him, feeling a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, and oddly pleasure even though I wasn’t the one who had orgasmed.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, fixed my makeup and saw that Beth had placed a red teddy on the towel hook. I slid the satin fabric over my head and started back to the bedroom. A sense of anxiety and maybe guilt was coming over me. As I entered the room, Tim was lying nude in the bed and called me over to him while telling me how pretty I looked in my lingerie. I crawled in bed next to him, wondering if I had gone to far with this fantasy and if I was going to go any further. But as my mind became engulfed in concern, Tim pulled me close and we talked. Here I was on my side laying against him while he was on his back, my head on his shoulder, his right arm caressing my lower back and holding me close, my leg on his, my hand running up and down his chest. We talked about the party at first, then we talked about a myriad of topics and he always ensured the conversation was about me. I became more and more comfortable. The gentle stroking progressed and he ran his hands across the satin and the feeling sent electricity through me. The tingling in my abdomen and thighs, and my clit as well, made me desire even more. My hands wandered down to his flacid penis and I started to gently stroke it and his testicles. I gently traced with my finger nail up and down and around his member and it slowly began to grow. I had gotten hard many times and yet the experience of feeling another man grow to erection because of my actions, and to hold it while it occurred, was erotic.
Tim turned to me and asked me to straddle him. I got up and positioned myself on top of him, straddling his hips, sitting upright. He reached forward and ran his hands up and down the sides of my abdomen, caressing my fake breasts through the full cups of my bra. He asked if I could feel his erection beneath me, and I could, in fact it was rigid and only the fabric of my thong panties kept it separated from my tucked away clit. I looked down at him and the smile on his face in the dim light and he told me it was time for me to take him inside of me. I lifted my hips, reached behind me and pulled his cock from underneath me. I leaned to the night stand and grabbed a small dab of lubricant and rubbed the head of his erection and then pulled my thong out from between my cheeks and placed some at my entrance. As I had practiced, I placed his penis right at the entrance to my body and worked it slightly into the tight opening. Then I slowly lowered myself, applying pressure while holding him in place until his head was though the opening and inside of me. The ecstasy overwhelmed me, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and let out a quiet moan. Kelly was a woman.
After a moment adjusting to him, I lowered myself completely down onto him. The sensation was completely different than the strap-on. I could feel the warmth, I could feel his pulsing, he completely filled me. He told me to stay there for a moment, and told me it was important that I took him in me rather than him pushing himself into me because I made the decision, I took the action. I began to lean forward to begin to raise and lower myself and he asked for me to stay upright at first. I did so and placed my hands on his abdomen and began to raise and lower myself slowly. The sensation was incredible and I could feel it not only in my pussy and clit, but in my stomach, my thighs. Each stroke I tried to raise myself until all of his cock was out of me except the head before I reversed and fully lowered myself. He stared at my breasts and body as I worked up and down on his cock. I leaned forward and bagan to rotate my hips with each stroke. My heavy breasts were now hanging in my bra above nis neck. His hands now held onto my hips as I established a good rythm. We continued for a while until Tim started to thrust hard up into me and after several powerful thrusts he pulled out.
He pulled me in and kissed me and then rolled me onto my back. I pulled my knees up and spread my thighs as he positioned himself in front of me. He placed the head of his cock again at my entrance and started to apply pressure. He completely inserted himself with one slow stroke. He paused as he adjusted himself and leaned over me. He was in total control, his hips pressing against mine, his cock filling me again, satisfying me, his large balls against my body. He became more vocal as he established a forceful rythm. He played to my submissive nature, telling me that Kelly satisfies him, that I was fulfilling my purpose as a woman, that he enjoyed taking me, that I should be happy he was penetrating me. He told me to watch a man’s cock, his cock penetrating me. And I couldn’t believe the feeling in me from being filled by a man, to feel his member thrust in and out, and to be so focused on bringing him pleasure. I tried to use my muscles to apply pressure to his member and he picked up pace. I felt as though he had been fucking me for an hour before I felt his cock tense as he slammed himself completely into me, his balls resting on my ass, and he began to pulse and throb and I could feel him fill me with warmth, with his semen. As he stopped throbbing, he told me that I was now a woman.
He softened inside me and pulled out. We lay together for a while, not saying anything, and he eventually got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned I did the same. I could feel his cum leaking out of me. I tried to clean up a bit and touched up my makeup and took off my earrings. I was very happy that I brought him to completion, that I pleased him, satisfied him, that I was his. These were all feelings I never had before. I walked into the bedroom and opened the door to the apartment and peaked out and discovered everyone including Beth was gone. I shut the door, turned off the closet light and crawled into bed next to Tim. He was still naked and again pulled me in close and held me. He thanked me and told me I made a good woman. We fell asleep, my head on his shoulder.
In the morning, I woke up to the bright daylight shining in through the blinds. I was laying on my side away from Tim, he was still asleep, and the clock said it was already 10. I quietly climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. My thong was glued between my cheeks by the cum that had leaked out and dried. I wanted to just remove them but I decided it was best to clean up and leave them on. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, then went out to the kitchen and started to make coffee while thinking about last night. I had done something that I couldn’t undo or change and there was some sense of guilt, maybe it was shame, but there was still an erotic excitement as well. As my mind whirled through the events of last night, I heard him get out of bed, use the bathroom and then walk out. I was standing against the counter and he walked up behind me, embracing me while pressing me against the counter with his hips.
As he held me he asked me how I enjoyed last night. I told him he was great, it was exciting. He asked me what my favorite part was, kneeling in front of him, laying beneath him as he penetrated me, or having his cum down my throat and in my bottom. He asked me if I enjoyed being passive, being taken, serving him, being submissive. As he talked I felt him growing behind me through his boxers. He turned me around and asked me if I realized I belonged in a bra and thong and makeup. He told me to reach into his boxers and grab him. I reached through the waistband and wrapped my right hand around his member and held his balls with my left. While I held him he stepped closer, looked down on me, and asked me to tell him how much of a man he was, how wonderful his cock was, and how much of a woman I was and how I needed his cock. And I did. I told him how strong and muscular he was, how incredible it felt to have his cock in me, how good it felt to pleasure him, how wonderful it was for him to take me, and that I completely accepted my role to serve him as Kelly.
He said he was going to let me please him again and told me to remove his boxers and then bend over the kitchen table. I slid his boxers down and then walked over to and bent over the table, placing my face on the wooden table, pressing my fake breasts against it. Instead of pulling my thong aside, he pulled the crusty pair over my ass and let them slide down my thighs to the floor. I parted my thighs and reached back for his cock and he told me to put my hands on the table. He walked back into the bedroom and when he returned I felt a drop of lube land in between my cheeks before I felt him step close to me, place his left hand on my hip and line his head up with my entrance. He applied pressure and worked his way in, pausing for just a moment before slowly inserting himself completely, and giving me that pleasurable feeling of being completely filled again. With both hands now on my hips, he was in complete control as he held me firmly and began working in and out. I became very aware of my panty free clitoris swinging and his large testicles smacking between my legs with each thrust.
He fucked me for a while before pulling out, he relaxed for a minute and then said we should go back to the bedroom. He asked me to get on all fours, which I did with my shoulders as close to the bed as they could go. He got behind me, positioned my hips and was quickly back inside of me. I was very aware of the brightness of the daylight in the room, there was no darkness to hide in, all of my femininity was on full display. He was forceful and had a quickening pace with both hands holding my hips in place. He grabbed my ponytail as he told me to look back and see him taking my body, to watch his cock take my ass. He released me and started to drive harder and I could feel him tensing. He provided a final thrust and buried himself as he began to pulse and throb. He pulled my hips against his as he completely filled me with his member and his warm cum.
After a moment his throbbing subsided but he remained inside me. He thanked me and told me how good it felt to fuck me. I remained on all fours but I was more relaxed. I could feel him softening, I began to feel empty. He eventually pulled out and went to the bathroom while I collapsed on my side. He returned and while he put his clothes on, he asked if I enjoyed the morning and I told him I did. He said I was really very good in the feminine roll and he played to my submissive side based on what Beth had told him about Kelly. Tim said he had to leave and I walked him to the door. He slid his boots on and opened the door. He pulled me in closely and gave me a long deep kiss. He held me tightly, told me he had a great time and asked if Kelly would be interested in seeing him again. I said yes and that he could get my number from Beth. He gave me one more long deep kiss and as he did, the woman across the hall came out of her apartment and surely saw me. I could only hope she thought I was Beth as I shut the door.
Alone, I walked back to the bedroom, his cum leaking out of me and my clit aching to have release. I laid down in bed and closed my eyes and ran my finger over myself. I was startled when Beth, standing in the bedroom doorway with my thong dangling from her finger, said I must have had a wild night for these to be in the kitchen. I smiled and said yes, and she said she had a wonderful night as well. As we talked, she took off her skirt and blouse and bra, her panties must have been left at James’. She suggested that I lick her while she finished describing what she and James had done, and then she would return the favor. I crawled between her legs and used my skills. When she told me about the sex she had this morning I new I likely was licking James semen from between her labia. After she came she rolled over and crawled between my legs making note of what was leaking out of me. I began to share the details of the evening after we disappeared to the bedroom. Before I even described taking Tim into my mouth, I exploded in hers. She took it all but then immediately crawled up my body and gave me a long passionate kiss, giving my load back to me. We laid together and she was ecstatic as I told her all the details.
As we fell asleep for a quick nap, she told me I would never regret exploring the full breadth of my sexuality.
And I haven’t yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rxqpht/kellys_first_part_2_fmm